i should probably get one of those

My thoughts on 13 Reasons Why Characters (Contains Spoilers)

Hannah Baker: I hate everything that happened to Hannah.Those terrible scenes just grabbed my heart and crumbled it into dust. She went through so much and felt like she had no one to talk to. Majority of her friends just betrayed her except for Clay Jenkins. The only thing about Hannah that I found messed up about her was that she pushed away the one person that actually wanted to be there for her. 

Clay Jensen: I felt bad for him, having to hear about the awful things done to the person he loved and watching him struggle to try and get justice for her. I just wished he was able to overcome the fear he had when talking to Hannah and told her how he really felt. There was that moment where he was a dick to her when she tried to talk about the car accident and he completely shut her down. 

Tony: Ever since the beginning i got this mysterious vibe off Tony and i didn’t really like it but i realized it was all for Hannah and honoring what she wanted, I’m really glad he decided to show Ms. Baker the tapes even though I was dying for him to tell her sooner.

Jeff Atkins: OMG WHY?!? JUSTICE FOR JEFF TOO! He had absolutely nothing to do with the tapes and all he wanted was Clay to be happy and to be with Hannah. He was such a sweet guy who definitely didn’t need to go. 

Jessica Davis: I loved her, then i hated her, and then I felt really bad for her and like Hannah I hope Jessica gets the justice she deserves. I really liked her at the beginning, she was such a cool person and her and Hannah were so so similar. They had that friendship, where you can consider each other sisters. But then I hated how she automatically blamed Hannah instead of Alex for the list that he made and then blamed her for end of their break-up. She didn’t even try to listen to Hannah. And I hated that she didn’t want to see justice for a girl who was once her friend. But then it all started to make sense and it was because she was fed a soup full of lies by her boyfriend. 

Justin Foley: I feel like Justin Foley actually does have a good heart but he just didn’t make the right decisions. I loved how much he cared about Jessica but what he did to her was completely awful. But, it killed me when he called out to his mom after her boyfriend just choked her son and she just walked away. And what really also got to me was when he told Jessica about almost jumping and said he couldn’t because he was thinking about her almost made me forget about what he did but then Jessica told him off, and I remembered the pain he helped cause her. It’s clear that what he did was eating him up inside (as it should) and now he just has to live with that

Bryce aka dickshit: FUCK HIM. HOPE HE CREMATES IN HELL. If you watched the show, i’m pretty sure this is all I need to say about that disgusting animal. 

Courtney Crimsen: Hate her. Hated her. And still hate her. I understand she didn’t want people knowing she was lesbian but that was no reason to throw Hannah under the bus. Coming out is hard, especially when you go to school with a bunch of judgmental, immature idiots but that’s still not a justification for what she did. And then i absolutely hated her when she tried to stand up and protect Bryce like he wasn’t a rapist who raped not only Hannah but Jessica too. I get she was lying to herself about him not be a rapist so she wouldn’t have to consider herself a lesbian but she just needed to finally admit the truth to herself. 

Sheri: I liked her and….. i don’t hate her. She should’ve called the cops but I understand her reasons her hitting and running a stop sign. She was scared. But she should’ve never left an slightly intoxicated Hannah there after she offered her a ride. But i do feel like Sherri has her heart in the right place by hanging around the old man who got in the accident and by finally going to the police. 

Alex Standall: I hated him for making the list and letting Jessica be mad at Hannah for it. But he was the only one who actually had a brain in the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. He was the first one to actually wanted to tell the truth and accept the punishments. He was also a sweet character and I really hope he isn’t dead. 

Zach: I thought he was sweet too. But i didn’t like how he didn’t speak up for Hannah and actually take into consideration that she needed help, but i can’t really blame him for the fact that he was scared and it’s hard to know that there’s something wrong with someone and actually being able to help them. Knowing that there’s something really dark about a person and just freezing up with fear and not knowing what to do. And what people do in situations like this is they take the easy way out and just ignore it and act like it never happened. But i truly think he actually liked Hannah. 

Tyler: Fucking creep. Seriously he should have his camera shattered into a million and one pieces. And i know this is just a theory but i just wanna put this out there and most of you are probably thinking this too but i’m pretty sure Tyler shot Alex. He had all those guns and he took down Alex’s picture. It makes sense. Anyways, i don’t understand why he was trying so hard to try and get into the  ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. I think he’s a psychopath and that side of him will unravel in season two of this show.  

Marcus Cole: I thought he was actually a nice guy when he asked Hannah to go out with him and then once he came and hour late and sexually assaulted Hannah that’s when I hated him. He cared wayy to much about his reputation. 

Ryan: self-centered douche bag. The only moment i’ll applaud him is when he shut Courtney down when she tried to deny Bryce was a rapist. I saw his point on having her poem open to the world and about her struggles reaching out and connecting to other people’s problem but it was personal and he should’ve asked for permission. 

Mr. Porter: What’s the point of having a guidance counselor if they’re not going to help guide you out of your problems?? I’m happy he felt bad for not being able to stop what Hannah did to herself. Out of all these people, he was the only one that actually gets paid to help people out of their problems   

Curiosity

These are questions that come to my mind when I’m just going about my day…

I’m putting soap in the washer for a load of whites and I think “Does Tom Hiddleston do his own laundry?”

I’m in the loo and I think “Does Tom Hiddleston clean his own toilet?”

Like…does he second guess himself about putting his Gucci socks in the wash?  Should they be dry cleaned?  Does he get engrossed in a book or script and forget to take the clothes from the dryer and they sit there for hours and get wrinkled?  And the toilet, does he put one of those thingies in the tank that makes the water blue that his mum has been telling him to do for years? 

Does this happen to anyone else?  I guess I tend to think that millionaires have “people” for this sort of thing and it’s difficult to imagine the Ludicrous Popinjay doing such mundane tasks that we mere mortals are stuck with. ;)

Also, I probably shouldn’t blog when it’s a Thursday night and I’m tired and should be showering and heading for bed.  

Shot

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that my masterlist is not working on my dashboard. I’m currently trying to get that fixed. This imagine isn’t completely foused on the character that it’s paired with and I’m sorry. So I am currently debating on wiether I should add Chicago Justice or Blue Bloods to my imagines list. I would love feed back on this. When one is chosen it will be added in a couple of weeks. I feel that this story isn’t as good as some of my others so I apologize ahead of time. 

Steve Rogers x reader

10. “I think I broke him.”

19. “So… I just realized… that I’ve been shot.”

Warnings:None


Pain seared through her side but Y/n kept going. It had to be a cut, something small that could be fixed easily. She dodged the bullets, hiding behind the building wall. In that moment of calm, the avenger moved her hand to where the pain was present. When her hand reached her side she felt a hot liquid on her clothes. ‘ Great.’ Shots rang out and she came from her hiding place and shot at the shooters. That’s how the rest of the day went. Someone Shot at Y/n snd she shot back. All the while, Natasha was on the other side of the base downloading files and fighting her way to different computers.

“You look banged up,” the assassin comented as she took her seat on the plane, the pilots chair. ‘Thank God,’ Y/n thought as she took a seat beside her friend.

“Well, I was doing the hard work,” Y/n teased as she sank into the seat, trying to get comfortable.

“Whatever,” Nat rolled her eyes, “You got a few cuts that you should probably take care of before Rogers sees. Like that one on your side,” She looked over at the blood that soaked her friends suit, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It won’t kill me but your right, I should take care of this before he sees. And remind me when I said I was alright.”

Nat just shoke her head, “How are you and rogers doing anyway?”

“We’re good. Things have been good.

After those words were exchanged the two assasins settled into silence. One replaying every thing that happened during the mission, every move, every detail to make sure she didn’t miss a thing. The other tried to distract from the pain that was growing in her side. She thought about everything and anything that could take her mind off of it. But when she did wonder back to it, she prayed that it was just a simple cut.

“How’d the mission go?” Tony asked from his workshop table, Clint, Sam, and Steve turned to look at the two woman.

“Things went just fine. I got the files,” the redhead thifted up the flash drive, “and Y/n kicked ass,” she finished while reaching into Tony’s fridge for a beer.

“Yeah, things went smoothly. Now, if you all don’t mind, I’m going to go clean up before this suit has to be surgically removed,” Y/n called as she left the room. Her statement wasn’t odd. All the sweat and blood would make the suit stick and it would be a pain to get off. But if they had looked closer they would have seen the liquid that still oozed out of the hours old hole.

The young Avenger didn’t go to her room to freshen up or mend her cuts and bruises. She didn’t go to the locker room or to any of the bathrooms that could be found within the building. Those wouldn’t help her. Instead, the girl visited Dr. Cho.

“Can I help you, Miss Y/n?” Dr. Cho asked as Y/n slipped in.

“So… I just realized… that I’ve been shot,” she replied softly while holding pressure to the wound. Her face had started to turn pale, blood still coming from the bullet entry.

Before the two could talk further, Y/n’s world started to fade. The objects started to blur and come together and the room grew smaller . Y/n’s body started to tilt first one way then another and before she could hit the ground, Dr. Cho was there to stabilize her. After that everything turned black.

Slowly Y/n started to wake. First it was her ears. She was able to pick up the conversation that was taking place within the hospital room. After her ears cam her eyes. They felt heavy but even so she opened them. It wasn’t much, just a sliver, but it was enough. It was enough for her to see a wrecked Steve arguing with Tony and Natasha. Before her eyes could fully open and before she could vice herself, Steve was ushered out with Tony in tow.  Natasha Took a seat in the chair next to the bed, unaware that her friend was awake. She should have know. All that blood couldn’t have come from a small scratch or cut. She should have pushed a little further. Nat looked at her friend, about to turn back when she spotted the open eyes.

“Hey,” Nat cooed.

“I think I broke him,” Y/n croaked as she turned to the spy.

“Steve’s just tired. You kinda scared all of us.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Get some sleep, you here?”

“Okay,” Y/n let out as she closed her eyes getting the rest that she needed.

anonymous asked:

Not being mean, I honestly want to know, what are the main tenants of ma'at everyone should follow?

So the answer to this could probably be a couple of miles long, tbh. But I’m going to try and give you guys a concise list of some of the most common themes I’ve seen over the years while reading up on ma’at. Most of this stuff comes from Karenga, Quirke and Muhlenstein. I’ve bolded the key points to help for readability.

So, to start off with…

  • Humility. You are supposed to be humble. Conversely, you’re supposed to not be arrogant or overly prideful.
  • Moderation is another common theme. This is why Set is often othered, because he lacks moderation in many respects. This is reflected in what you consume, how you respond to people, how you act, etc. I would also argue that it’s also about how you live (aka the wealth you obtain), but I don’t know that that is historically corroborated (probably not, tbh, because you were supposed to give your wealth to those who had less, and so long as you were giving back, you’d be golden afaict).
  • Giving to those who have less than you. This is commonly worded as “clothing the naked, giving a home to the homeless, a boat to the boatless, feeding the hungry, etc.” It’s about giving to those who have less than you. Egypt failed on this a lot. A lot of modern practitioners also fail on it.
  • Not being a jerk to other people. Esp. if they have less than you. It’s written in the wisdom texts that if someone who is of lesser rank than you spouts off, it’ll do you well to listen to them, but not to berate them. Leave that to someone who is of an authority to do so. This also goes back to moderation.
  • All in all, finding your place within your community, and doing what you can to help the community. This is probably because before the modern era, humans truly required their fellows to help them survive. No man was an island before the modern era, and everyone was needed to help keep everything running smoothly. Hence the emphasis on community in the here and now. This, ofc, means more than just the Kemetic community, but also the ppl you live next to. Conversely, it also seems to tie into not suffering people who would destroy your community.
  • Doing your job well, being a hard worker, having a good work ethic. Not being a cheating, swindling jerkface.
  • Self-reflection and making self-awareness and growth something of a priority. Taking the time to look at yourself and being honest with what you need to improve, and working to make improvements as you are able.
  • Maintaining the cult of the gods. This is arguably more relevant to the people whose jobs it was to do this on the regular (aka the king, priests), but it still deserves a place on the list. The gods helped us maintain Order, maintain our world. As such, it benefited us to take care of them. Conversely, if the gods weren’t fulfilling their roles, it was also within ma’at to call them on it (see my point about doing your job well) and refuse to take care of their needs until your needs (or the community’s needs) are met.

These all seem pretty self-explanatory, imo. And they are probably the most commonly sighted tenets of ma’at. The rules shift, however, when ma’at is threatened. Muhlenstein writes about this extensively in his text “Violence in the Service of Order.” In order to get a complete idea of what ma’at entails, we need to examine this side of things, too:

  • Being willing to smite isfet when it shows up. This is often referred to as “smiting Set’s confederates” or something similar. Ma’at is all about creating something, and maintaining that creation–which means defending it when necessary. So when someone shows up and tries to wreck the party, you wreck that person’s face and send them packing.
  • Once any isfet is eradicated, you are supposed to replace it with ma’at. It’s not good enough to just cut down isfet where it stands. You need to replace that void with ma’at, otherwise the isfet will return to fill the void.
  • Taking care of your community is another aspect of this. Egypt used this as an excuse to go conquesting. Pretty sure most of us know that colonialism is bad and would add in extra caveats on what is acceptable for “taking care of your own”, but from a purely historical standpoint, this meant beating down anyone who had stuff you wanted so that you could bring more resources back to your home. In a more modern context, I would argue that it means helping your fellows to succeed and to be safe. This is also more than just our Kemetic community, and should include people who are a part of your life or in-person community.
  • Protecting what you have built (usually referred to as Order, protecting Order.) This honestly is just a succinct way of saying what I said in the last three bullets.

Now, obvs, not everyone is cut out to smite isfet or help defend things on the regular. And that’s fine. However, just because you’re not able or not necessarily comfortable with it doesn’t mean that you should get in the way of those who are willing and able to do so. I think that’s honestly one of the largest issues I see in most situations. “I’m made uncomfortable by this, and therefore you shouldn’t do the thing, because I personally wouldn’t want the thing done.” Even though defending the community and those who are adherents of ma’at is part and parcel with ma’at in certain contexts.

Given how extensive ma’at is, it’s possible that I’ve missed some things, but these are probably the highlights of what comes to mind. If anyone else can think of anything I’ve missed, feel free to add.

Beer Goggles

The sun danced on your face, the concentrated heat slowly rose you from deep sleep. Eyes fluttering open, you stilled when a body shifted next to you. The previous night came blaring back into your head and if you weren’t mistaken, the body should belong to..

“You look so beautiful in the morning,” Steve’s voice was a little croaked and tired sounding, but sincere.

Chuckling you turned to face the man. “It must be those beer goggles from last night talking, Rogers.”

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 like i’m really unhappy about the fact merlin was a servant for the entirety of the show right, but my favourite thing is that he must have been the top bitch at this castle. like there must have been a chief of the servants, obviously, and it’s not even the fact he’s a very likeable person, but it’s also due to the fact everyone knew what happened with other arthur’s servants.

the fact that he made it, and then never left, and you could get shit done with merlin, he must have been kind of the top figure in the backstage of the castle. obviously not everybody liked him (like the cook), but he must have had people idk, saving him spots, or freeing others because they know how busy he is.

they would always know they can come to him and he actually has ins everywhere, including arthur, and he must have had a lot of contacts, and a lot of people owing him favours which they probably didn’t mind very much. some would probably find him napping off in different places and just find him a special merlin blanket. or give him food when he was running around and he probably forgot to get some for himself. 

idk but it’s a nice thing to think about, and just the fact that merlin’s clothes (which were only seen worn by HIM) george decided to copy bc clearly arthur must have liked those is telling you enough. merlin was just the top bitch at the castle.

A Place To Call Home pt 7

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 4,906

Warnings: Fluff with some smut ;), language

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to get up, I was having some major writers block but I think I’m clear of it so the next part shouldn’t take as long. I have to thank @writing-obrien and @bows-and-glitterz for reading it over for me! I hope you guys like it! 

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I'll sacrifice for you

Read it on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10396728/chapters/22957917

Written by: boozombie http://archiveofourown.org/users/Boozombie/pseuds/Boozombie

Story status: completed

Words: 29,240


The Golra ships hallway was long, confusing, and unbearably dark. Do Golra have night vision or something? They must in order to navigate these dark halls.

            My bayard was balanced on my forearm as I checked yet another corner. Our source had to be right, Shiro had to be on this ship somewhere.

           What else could they be taking to the center of the central fleet could be so important to demand this many guards and heavy security.

“I don’t like this” hunk whispered honestly through the comm. probably pacing from where he had been left to guard our exit.

“This is a simply search and extraction Hunk” Pidge told him calmly from where she was hacking the ship, most likely the control center where I had left her. “We use to do this in the training deck back at the garrison all the time”

“Ya and Lance usually got us killed in those exercises” hunk rambled “oh god I’m gonna puke” hunk whispered more to himself.

“Look Allura knows what she is doing if she thinks I’m better as the distraction and Lance should be the one to get Shiro then we have to trust her judgement” Keith hissed acting mature once again. I gritted my teeth in an effort to remain quite and not blow the fact that I had remained unnoticed.

“Lance is an excellent sharpshooter and can be more stealthy than he seems” Allura raged from the castle probably coving Keith’s ass as he was the only lion fighting at the moment. I couldn’t help grinning at her praise “… probably the blue paladin before was at least and is a key factor in the blue lions personality” so she didn’t trust me. Great.

“Look guys as much as I love hearing you talk im trying to work here!” I hissed a little offended. I knew I was the weakest link in the team, they didn’t have to remind me.

          Everyone here was amazing. Pidge was a basic genius and could hack and figure out anything given the chance, hunk was brilliant with any kind of ship despite his motion sickness plus he was the unofficial chef, Allura is a badass princess that could probably take all four of us in a fight, smart pretty, powerful, not to mention brave, and then there was Keith, my first crush but soon as I realized how far above me he was I began to resent him and his pretty face. Keith basically belonged here in space he was a leader in training and had every ounce of talent I lacked myself.

Myself in comparison to the rest of the team was pretty much nothing. I know I have good points and after two years in space I myself could see them. But how do you show off how charming and diplomatic you are when all there is, is war?

So for now I’m sneaking. No one knew except Keith but ever since Shiro disappeared I had began to train more. Keith and me had spent hours in the invisible maze, fighting the gladiator, protecting each other in the shooting range. He helped me with my hand to hand combat and I even helped him with his shooting.

My crush on him didn’t help in close moments when we were locked in combat and it took everything in me not to flush as the way his chest heaved and he smiled at me, complemented my improvements.

Shaking my head I returned to the situation. Soon we would have Shiro back and everything would be back to normal.

“Lance I’ve located the prison on the grid just take two lefts and straight” Pidge told me calmly. I nodded my head and began making my first left.

Two lefts “guys something’s wrong, something’s kicking me out of the system” Pidge yelled suddenly panicked. I hesitated for a moment but continued, if we’ve been caught it doesn’t matter I’m too close to fail.

“Pidge what’s happening?!” Allure yelled concern in her voice. 

And straight… “THIS IS A TRAP” Pidge screamed. A metal wall suddenly blocked the passage behind me, I couldn’t get back the way I had come. “Lance get back here now!”

“Pidge I’ve been blocked in I can’t” I snapped feeling frustrated and angry at myself for not stopping when I had the chance “I’m just gonna have to go the only way I can”

“The system is complexly locked or else I could do something” Pidge sounded frantic. 

“Just get back to hunk I’ll find a way out” I told her not wanting her to stay where they knew she was.

“She isn’t gonna leave you Lance” Keith yelled and I sighed as hunk and Pidge agreed adamantly.

“It’s not leaving me it’s just retreating to a safe place to wait for me!” I growled starting my trip down the dark hallway once again “now go Pidge!”

“Fine but we aren’t leaving until you get back to the yellow lion” I could almost pictures her annoyed face, pitched in the way it does when something doesn’t go her way.

“I’ll be there soon!” I grinned as I shot at three guards that came running at me from down the hall.

Everyone became background noise as I concentrated on not getting cornered. Something was squeezing my heart and I just knew I had to get back as quickly as I could.

“Lance I’m back in the yellow lion” Pidge told me over the comm. I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately bit back a scream as I was hit right in the shoulder.

“Hurry back Lance!” Keith yelled worry evident in his voice. I slide across the floor my back slamming against the wall as I turned for cover immediately.

“I’m trying dude!” I yelled. the guards were getting hard to handle, I could duck and dodge down these twisting hallways forever and I only ever came back to the same hallway. I had no way to go. Shit well just great, I guess down the trap hallway I go.

The Golra seemed to thin out and if that didn’t just scream trap I don’t know what else did. The hallway opened up to a large room that looked as if it had been a lounge before the thirty or so Golra had rearranged all the furniture to circle the entrance of the room guns and swords ready.

“Guys I might be late for dinner” I tried to joke as everyone started yelling at me to explain. I didn’t have time. The Golra came at me shooting and swinging, I had to defend.

Kicking the first Golra to reach me he flew back knocking down three behind him, I turned and blocked a sword coming straight at my head with my shield, before he could pull away I punched my bayard into his open stomach and fired. One down 29 to go.

I was suddenly grabbed in my wounded shoulder and I couldn’t help crying out as I was thrown to the other side of the room. Great now I could get some space.

“LANCE! Buddy I’m coming to help you right now!” Hunk yelled and I could hear pidge agreeing in the back ground

I went with the momentum of my body rolling and managed to catch my feet, jumping up to face my enemies “NO!” I yelled into the comm. my breath harsh and tired “dude I’m surrounded but at least thirty you aren’t going to change anything” my voice may have been a little too resigned.

No one talked for a long moment before allura suddenly asked “you have no escape do you?” Her voice shook.

I punched one of the soldiers that came running at me before shield bashing another “ya” I whispered trying to keep my voice light “I’m sorry guys” I shot at three behind me, only landing one non-fatal hit “I wish I was better, I know I’m a shit paladin and I’m replaceable but thank you for flying with me” I was shot in my leg and I bit back a scream and remained standing no matter how much it hurt.

“Lance stop talking like your about to die!” Kieth yelled, for now ignoring the realization that Lance didn’t think he was as good as the rest “were coming to get you!”

I was encircled again my breathing harsh and uneven my back against a wall. There was wounds all over me and I could barely stand.

“Alright men step back” a dark voice purred the twenty Golra soldiers stepped back to let a large figure through. My blurring vision cleared as I focused on him.

He was Golra alright but looked to be a little of something else. His skin was a lavender color while he had long white hair cascading down his shoulders, the hair was held back by small braids on each side of his head showing off his sharp face, pointed ears, and glowing yellow eyes. His face had two vertical scar like marking over his eyes that seemed to glow a blood red color. He wore a typical soldiers uniform but seemed to be different some how, more fancy as if he had just a bit more command.

I chuckled “come to finish up now that I’ve been cornered? Oh how scary you must be” I didn’t know who this guy was but I was gonna let this guy intimidate me.

“The Golra ships are too thick I can’t get it!” Kieth yelled over the comm. as hunk yelled about soldiers now flooding there way in.

The Golra in front of my smirked “oh little paladin your wit is amazing but it’s time for you to say your goodbyes”

“Lance what’s happening!? Please answer us”
I pushed myself from the wall I was supporting myself with and ran at the Golra. This time this fight was one on one.

“Hunk” I yelled slashing at the Golra with my shield trying to knock him off balance, before firing my bayard he only laughed as he dodged easily “get Pidge out of here” I yelled

I was met with a chorus of defiance from everyone and I ground my teeth “hunk remember back at the garrison” I kicked at him hoping to knock him off balance but only successful in knocking myself back I went with the sliding motion as I fired “when we all failed that lost cause simulation? One of the team get captured and you were suppose to leave them behind for the good of the team” I jumped up and ran in a large circle trying to create some distance. “Buddy we all died in that simulator. I can’t go on living if I know you died for me, please take pidge and FUCKING GO!” A sword slashed into my side and I screamed.

“Lance no way in hell am I leaving y-HUNK PUT ME DOWN!” I smiled knowing hunk was doing exactly what I told him. We had made a promise after all.

“Pidge hunk you guys are like family to me I’m sorry I was only ever annoying and useless” there was no way out I was simply trying to say my goodbyes and the Golra in front of me had no problems with toying with me until I finished “you two are geniuses and I’m so damn happy this was me and not one of you” everyone tried to say something but I was blocking them out until I was done.

“Allura you are like a big sister to me, I’m sorry I’m not as good as the last blue paladin” she tried to protest but I kept going “coran thank you for being the one to listen to me whenever I got homesick, you always cheered me up”

I was thrown to the ground my helmet flying off I reached for it desperately, tears in the corner of my eyes at the thought of Keith never getting to hear my last goodbye. I turned to the strange Golra, my eyes swirling full of emotion as I glared at him from the ground.

He stalled for a second briefly and suddenly a large smile graced his face. I was picked up by my neck and shoved against the wall. I struggled pointlessly but everything hurt and I was basically useless.

“Who knew paladins could be so pretty” he whispered in my ear and my body froze. Was that a hand feeling me up?! “Do all humans have such deep beautiful eyes?” I stuttered not quite understanding what was happening. wasn’t he going to kill me two ticks ago?

“Get off me you bastard!” I screamed and suddenly my world lurched to the side and my face stung. Did he just quiznacking slap me?

He smiled as my shocked look and locked a tear I didn’t realize had fallen down my cheek. “Bring me his helmet” he suddenly yelled.

The helmet was suddenly placed in his hand and held close to me. I could hear my team shouting for me. “Finish blue paladin, say goodbye to the life you knew” he smirked at me and silenced the screaming over the comm. with just a few words “paladins of voltron and my dear princess allura my name is lotor and I am heir to the Golra empire. I have decided to keep the blue paladin so please listen to his final words to you all.”

It was deathly quite and I wheezed out as he dropped me and the helmet. I landed on my knees and I grabbed at the helmet and held it like my last lifeline. “Go on pretty”

I refused to cry anymore so I began “allura move the castle and get out of here! Please do this for me, right now there is no way I’m getting out of this so please, please just run”

“Lance” allura cried and I thought I heard a sob. Yes she would cry but I knew they would find someone better to pilot blue. “I think of you all as my family, thank you for that guys”

After a silent moment I took a breath “Keith” I whispered knowing this one was going to hurt me.

“Ya dude I’m here” did his voice just crack?

“Back the garrison the very first time I was you I thought you were the most beautiful damn boy I every saw, I tried to flirt with you but you always thought I was picking on you and then I hated you for always being better than me but I’ve realized in this time being with you as a paladin that Keith” I looking up around me and lotor seemed to be mixed between victory and fury “Keith I’m in love with you” with that my head was grabbed by my hair and someone punched me hard, the last thing I saw was lotor’s smiling face as I past out.

Oui (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 1561 (ugh, short. I know.) Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested either (I should probably get to those), but it’s a teacher AU set on valentines day. They’re both middle school teachers, reader is a language arts teacher and Lafayette is the french teacher, and John is one of the counselors. (: Warnings: None I believe (:

A/N- Yet again, I was assisted with french by my lovely friend (who am I kidding, we’re practically married at this point) @whatdimissmotherfuckers. Thanks much mon chou. Finally got my valentines fic out! I hope you guys like it <3 Feedback is always appreciated. (Dis gif is how I like to imagine he’d dress if he were a teacher, hair up of course.)

Originally posted by mirandasdaughter

Things Mademoiselle L/N Loves.” You nearly dropped the stack of manilla folders in your arms at the sight of the large heart diagram scrawled across the dry erase board that spanned the wall. You stepped closer to the drawing and examined the slanted cursive writing scattered amongst the inside of the hastily drawn heart shape : “Writing.” You beamed at the word and turned your eyes to the next few, “Rainy Days. Good Books. Musicals.  Gilmore Girls. Good Hair Days.  Happy Students. French Teachers. Kitte-” Wait. You let a small smile turn the corners or your mouth up at the sight of it. You did have a bit of a “thing” for one particular french teacher. Your smile grew into a grin and remained on your face as you walked over to your desk, setting down the folders and placing your messenger bag on the floor.  Surrounding you now, were several, mostly red colored, balloons and an insurmountable amount of glitter thrown across your desk. “Too much, Gilbert.” You giggled as your gaze caught on a large box of chocolates on your desk, something french that you couldn’t understand was printed on the top in fancy lettering. You lifted the lid and surveyed the assorted chocolates inside. Immediately, the smell of them wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help picking one up and popping it in your mouth. With a glance at the clock you suppressed a groan and picked up your laptop to head to your meeting.


“Ah! All the color! I’m going blind!” One of your students had entered the classroom quite overdramatically. You rolled your eyes but stayed silent, deciding that you were in too good a mood to interact with the particular young man. Another followed closely behind, her long wavy blonde hair flowing down her back. Several more students soon trickled into the classroom as the bell rang through the room.

“Alright-” You began, finishing up attendance and stepping out of your desk, but your were soon interrupted. “What’s all that stuff for?”

“I don’t know.” You answered absently, staring at the decorations. “I showed up this morning and there it was.” You smiled. “It looks like the Marquis’ handwriting.” Somebody voiced, the entire class ‘ooh’ed teasingly at the prospect and you couldn’t help a blush sneaking up on your cheeks. “Alright that’s enough. Let’s get to class,” You called over their conversations. You began to speak again but this time you were interrupted by a smiling face peeking into your doorway. The smile instantly spread to your own face when you saw him. “Mademoiselle L/N?” He called, quirky smile still shining on his features. “Yes?” You raised your eyebrow at the tall Frenchman across the room. “Do you mind if we borrow the… the uh…” Lafayette pointed at the cart of Chromebooks and snapped his fingers. “Computers?” One of your students provided. “Oui. Thank you. May we borrow the computers for the day?”

“I’m not using them,” You shrugged. “Go ahead.” He smiled gratefully “I’ll have them back by the end of the day.” The Marquis strolled over to the cart and reached down to unplug the cord connected to the wall that was charging all the computers. He popped back up and began pulling on the cart, his biceps straining against his shirt due to the broken wheel. You could imagine that worn down jacket hanging over the back of the chair at his desk. You meant to ask him why he’d never invested in a new one. “Enjoying the view ?” He smiled slyly, interrupting your thoughts. You blushed and turned your gaze downward, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “I will speak to you later.” He chuckled. “Bye .” You answered forgetting to ask him about the display on your board. He lead the cart out of the door and there was a breath of silence before the students erupted into conversation. “Quiet!” You shouted. They silenced themselves and nearly thirty delinquent faces all turned to to you with mischievous grins. “Get out your books.” You sighed.


You’d finally reached the end of the day and were just finishing up some grading when an echoing sound brought your attention back to the door- Lafayette knocking quietly against the doorframe. You smiled up at him, the familiar fluttering detonated in your gut. “Hello.” You greeted. “What can I do for you?”

“I just stopped by to say hi before you left, it’s been awhile since we’ve had a chance to, um- how you say?- Chat.” His famous wide grin was enough to make you swoon at your desk right then and there. You were suddenly reminded of the display surrounding you and you slapped your palm to your forehead in realization. “Was… this…” You gestured to the room around you. “You?”

“It was.” He nodded, charming you again with that winning grin. “Did you enjoy the chocolates?”

“Well I haven’t eaten them all yet, I may be a pig, but not that much.”

“I didn’t assume so.” He held up his hands in surrender. “I did have one and it was absolutely ambrosial, so thank you.” There was a beat of silence between the two of you before you made your way over to the white board and tapped against it where the words ‘French Teachers’ were written. “And what does this mean?” You raised your eyebrows expectantly. “How would you know?”

“Well a man can hope, can’t he?” You smiled at the floor, that was an outright confession, complete mastery of the subtle-not-so-subtlety, a clear as day admission, and you weren’t about to let it slip through your fingers.

“If I’m hearing correctly, you’re saying that you’re hoping I-”

“Ah! Y/N, Lafayette, just who I was looking for.” You both turned to the school counselor with perhaps far too clear irritation on your features. Laurens ignored it and stepped into your classroom. “Can you guys come for beer with the guys this Friday?” The freckled young man asked, running a hand over his wild curls that strained against the hair tie as if at any point they would break free. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, fine.” You nodded, dragging your hand down your face exasperatedly. “Oui, I can come.” The aristocratic french teacher next to you drawled. “Great!” John smiled widely, sending the pair of you a thumbs up before ducking out the door. “As I was saying, “ You began, but before you could finish, your eyes caught on the clock. “Oh shit! I have to go. Dentist. I’ll talk to you later.” You spoke urgently, picking up your bag and throwing your coat on. “See you tomorrow!” You called as you flew through the door.

“As-tu un bonne reste de la journée!”(Have a good rest of your day!) He answered from the hallway as you made your way down the stairs. “You too!” You internally high-fived yourself for having known what he’d meant.


“I want love.” Isabella ’s voice crackled just slightly  on it’s way through the phone. You chuckled, “Who do you have in mind?” You asked amusedly. “I don’t know…” She sighed. “Oh, how about that hot french teacher who works at your school? Is he still single?” You frowned immediately. “Yeah…” You answered reluctantly. “He’s still single.”

“You don’t sound too excited.” She pointed out. “No. He’s still single.” You cleared your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your spot on the couch. “Oh… you like him.” she realized. “I don’t.” Your brow furrowed deeper as she spoke, “You do. I’ve seen it.”

“You have not.”

“I definitely have. Petite Y/N est amoooooouuuuurrreeeuuuse!” (Little Y/N’s in love)

“How do you even know any french?” You sighed, dragging your hand down your face in exasperation.”You’re not denying it.” She teased in a sing song voice. “Shut up.”


You stepped into the classroom expecting the drawing to still be there, you didn’t have the heart to erase it. But instead you found something new. Your brow furrowed in confusion and you walked over to your desk to drop off your things. After doing so, you surveyed the board again, “Est-ce que tu veux rendez-vous avec moi?” was written in careful cursive letters. You whipped out your phone and pulled up google translate, it may eat ass but it gets the job done. You typed in the words and smiled when you saw what came out. You crossed the hall to Lafayette’s room but before you got there you spotted John in the hallway. “Oh! John!” You hissed. “Is Lafayette in there? Can you check for me?”

“Go in there and see for yourself.” John shrugged. “Please.” You begged, “I’ll give you a chocolate during my lunch break.”

“FIne.” He sighed. He moved over and peeked into Lafayette’s classroom. “You’re clear.”

“Thanks.” You grinned. “Love you.” You kissed his cheek quickly before walking towards the door. “Nice try hon, I’m taken and gay.” He called after you. You giggled as you stepped into Lafayette’s classroom. Instantly, his lavender scent filled your nose, you always liked that about his classroom- you could never walk in without being surrounded by a lavender aroma, but never to the point where it was sickening. You strolled over to the whiteboard and picked up the dry erase marker that sat on the sill protruding from the wall. You then wrote three large letters that spanned the entire board: “Oui”.

Jerome Valeska - Captivated Crazy Pt 5

Part One - here

Part Two - here

Part Three - here

Part Four - here

(y/n) = Your name

(l/n) = Last name

(h/c) = Hair colour

(e/c) = Eye colour

Y/N collapsed onto her bed in the luxurious apartment she was currently hiding in with the rest of the Maniax, rubbing her tired eyes with the insides of her palms, th H/C began wishing she hadn’t downed crappy coffee an hour earlier. Now she lay in her room, quietly enjoying the after effects of killing seven people earlier in the day. Raking her fingers through his tangled hair, she fanned it around her face like a halo, keeping it out of her face and, slowly, her heavy lidded eyes fell shut to the tones of chainsaws on metal.

“Hey, hey, Y/N wake up.” The H/C groaned, turning away from the intrusive voice which had interrupted her slumber, the girl’s eyes lazily rolled open, glazed over with the remnants of a beautifully violent dream. Without turning to face him, Y/N knew who’s voice it was,

“What, Jerome? Couldn’t you tell that I was sleeping?” she grumbled, her voice muffled by her cotton pillow. The ginger wasn’t listening however, jumping on his knees and bouncing energetically over to where his friend was trying to sleep,

“But I’ve got good news!” he whined, lying next to Y/N, cuddling as close as possible without risking bodily harm to himself.

“What good news?” she caved in, turning to face the ginger, her eyes widening slightly and a faint blush adorning her face as she realised how close he was to her, if she just tilted her head slightly, her lips could just brush-

“I’m the boss, its official!” he exclaimed, almost defining Y/N with the shrieking laugh which followed, which was almost immediately followed by a low, sexy growl, “Now you have to do what I say, gorgeous.”

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes at the insinuation and propped her body up by her elbows, “You’re not the boss, you’re just bossy. There’s a difference.” Jerome’s face went blank, an evil smirk spreading across his face,

“Ask Galavan, it’s legit. I’m afraid you were too busy sleeping and missed the try-outs.” He rumbled, and Y/N once again found herself impressed by the theatrics of his voice. She shrugged, snuggling further into her blankets,

“You can be their boss, but no one bosses me around” she retorted, content to argue this issue until she got her own way. It was Jeromes turn to shrug,

“The only way you’re in power here is if you marry into it, doll face.” He joked, winking exaggeratedly in her direction. Y/Ns eyes narrowed and, suddenly, she was straddling Jerome’s waist, her fingertips triumphing in the sensation of his blood pulsating under his smooth, porcelain skin. She grinned wickedly, leaning her head to nuzzle the crook of his shoulder, she felt his red hair tickling her cheek and his breath coming out in rapid, minty spurts,

“You know J,” she whispered, revelling in the shivers that coursed through his body, “you should think twice before making widowhood my only path to power.” Jerome nodded slightly, his cheek brushing against her ear,

“Naughty girl,” he chuckled darkly, “but, I can see your point.” His strong arms wrapped around Y/Ns waist as he rolled over, surrounding her with his body, and quirking a cocky smile,

“Partners, doll face?” Y/N nodded, “Great! But beforehand, I’ll need to know your criminal history, whatcha say, huh?” the H/C beamed up at her ginger friend, highly inappropriate thoughts circling her mind as she focused on his grinning lips and heavy, solid body on top of her frame.

“W-what do you want to know, J? I already know your entire bloody life story.” She murmured, attempting a cocky smirk, Jerome smile grew so wide it could split his face in two, his weight shifted slightly as he rubbed his chin with his hand in mock concentration, an excuse for resting almost all of his weight on his friend. And God, was he beginning to hate the word ‘friend’.

“What did ya get arrested for, darlin’? Murder? Arson? What was your life like? What are your philosophies? I want to know everything about you.” he questioned, lowering his lips dangerously close to her neck, smiling in how sweet the revenge for her prior teasing felt. Y/N scoffed in amusement at his naivety,

“Nobody’s ever been arrested murder, J; just for getting caught.” The ginger cocked his eyebrow in intrigue,

“Who was it?” he asked, eyes wide in anticipation as the stunning beauty underneath him began her monologue, having never truly confessed her supposed sins to anyone before. She took a deep breath, her chest brushing tantalisingly against Jerome’s as she began to recount her story, and the gingers fascination and affection for her growing with every perfect word which left her flawless lips. It was as if she was speaking his mind and soul, it was as if she was his other half, his missing piece, his partner in crime.

“Murder, like talent, seems to run in my family. My father loved my mother a lot, and she loved him. And, as my dad always said, ‘if you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.’ I always thought he was joking, turns out it was true. My mother was his alibi, as it happens.

Anyway, none of that matters anymore, they both died in a car crash when I was thirteen, at least they went together, you know? I know it sounds crazy-probably because I am-but I’ve always believed there are only two truths, love, and murder. My parents had those both down to a tee.

I got sent to the nut house for murdering the school bitch gang, all seven of them. I loved it, the only thing I regret is that I didn’t get away with it; I should have made it quick and clean. Revenge clouded my senses though, I butchered them beyond recognition, but I took too long, I had no alibi, I had no one to turn to when I tried to hide the bodies. They begged and begged, they said I had no right to take their lives, but you know what I said, J? I said, ‘nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a baseball bat owns dea-’”

Suddenly, Y/Ns words were silenced when a pair of surprisingly soft, plush lips crashed onto her own, muffling her speech and desperately trying to convey the wave of emotions he wanted articulate towards the perfect woman who was kissing him back with the same brutality.


I was thinking of having some smut in the next chapter, if anyone could give me their opinions that’d be great :)


@ tothetardissterek - if you dont want to be tagged in this one just let be know :)

Originally posted by aryasrk

Circle of Life

Characters – Sam x Reader

Summary – Sam’s a civilian now, working as a handyman for a local motel and thinking he’s out of the hunting life forever.  When the owner of the motel asks him to make some repairs on a house he rents out for some extra money, Sam agrees, not knowing that the job will have him questioning his new life.

Word Count – 2,687

Warnings – None; mostly fluff, with a little bit of angst right in the middle.

A/N – Part one! Takes place between Seasons 7 and 8, when Sam became a handyman after Dean disappeared – canon divergent in that he meets Y/N rather than Amelia.  This was written for both a request and a challenge.  This request came in from @winchesters-princess: “Can you pretty please write a handyman!sam x reader based off 8.05 “blood brother” fluffy of course ❤️ that was Sam’s actual job and he was on a house call to fix something rather than the motel like in the ep.”   Here you go, Ro!  I hope you enjoy it!  

This was also written for @buckysmetallicstump’s Disney Quote Challenge.  I chose quote #1: “The past can hurt.  But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.” Rafiki, the lion king AND #19. “Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.” Lilo, Lilo and Stitch.  Thanks Bailey!

BTW – Al and Belle are based off of two of my cats, Rylee and Chloe – and if you’re wondering if the cord story is real, let’s just say that I had to buy a new pair of earbuds just last weekend!  Her full name is Chloe Elizabeth “Lucky” Cleveland!  LMAO!


Your name: submit What is this?


Sam pulled up in front of an older white house and looked down, checking the address on the paper Mr. Davidson had given him.  After ensuring he was at the right address, he got out of his truck and leaned over the back, grabbing his banged up toolbox.  He made his way to the front of the house, pausing for a moment to look at it. Though it was on the older side, the paint was fresh, with hunter green shutters framing the windows.  A flowerbed lined the front walk, and looked to be well designed and maintained – not a weed in sight.  Smiling, Sam walked up the front steps and used the key Mr. Davidson had given him to enter the house.

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Happy Plotday Robert Sugden!

Plotdale - A Birthday Special

[Sandra’s hospital room with Robert, Aaron, Chas, Liv and Sandra]

AARON: It’s great to see you looking so much better Sandra.

ROBERT: Is it though?

AARON: Robert!

ROBERT: I’m just saying, the sooner she’s on the mend, the sooner we’ll have to get back to our storyline and I’ve really been enjoying this time away in denial land.

AARON: Don’t let the plot get you down. We’ve got celebrating to do!

CHAS: Did someone say plot? *glares at Robert* *gets close enough to whisper super subtly in his ear* You better not say anything to my precious boy about the plot. He’s been through enough. I don’t like you, never did if you’ll recall all those times I used to tell you to your face, but right now you’re still making him happy and I want him to stay that way. So you’ll just have to live with the guilt.

ROBERT: Don’t worry Chas, even though I’m perfecting my guilty look for audience sympathy, I still have enough of a need for self preservation to keep quiet. He makes me happy too and I’m desperate not to lose that.

LIV: *punches Robert in the arm* So I hear it’s your birthday today. How ancient are you now?

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Being in 5SOS would include: (pt. 5 of 5)
  • Swapping flannels
  • Stealing their band tees and tanks because they’re so fucking cool even though they’re probably waaay too big on you
  • Stealing their sweaters when you’re cold too
  • Aaaand stealing their beanies
  • Trying on each other’s skinny jeans because why the hell not?
  • Luke ripping yours because of his long-ass legs
  • Hanging Christmas lights up on the tour bus in December
  • Getting each other really stupid presents
  • Them running into your room late at night/early in the morning to tell you something dumb
  • Michael discovering you’re ticklish and tickling you until you scream or pee, whichever one comes first
  • Ashton picking you up and threatening to drop you
  • Them wanting to do your hair and makeup for a show one night
  • “This isn’t gonna end well, is it?” “What? Are you underestimating our makeup knowledge?” “Um, yeah?” “Eh, you probably should.”
  • Luke getting one of those random bursts of childish energy, “LOOK WHAT I CAN DO” “Yeah, that’s very impressive Luke” “YOU’RE NOT EVEN LOOKING”
  • The five of you laughing together so hard you’re crying and your stomachs are aching

anonymous asked:

I have to apologize for another "job in the industry" question. I've been in the tech industry for about a decade though my focus is on distributed systems and security (crypto). I have a stable and well paid Silicon Valley job but it's not in the game industry. If I were to ask you if I should try for a game dev job what reasons would you give me for absolutely NOT working in the game dev? And is there a reason to join other than the love of games?

Why shouldn’t you work in the gaming industry? There are plenty of reasons.

1. You get paid much less than other industries

Part of the problem of a “cool” job is that developers (especially engineers) get paid a lot less than another software engineer of equivalent experience doing enterprise software. There’s one engineer I know who left my dev team to work on casino games and his salary was practically tripled. This isn’t a problem for most fresh-faced bushy-tailed newcomers to the industry, but if you’ve already got things like a mortgage, a family, and commitments, this might not be the career for you.

2. You may have to work a lot of hours

Crunch is very real. Due to the waxing and waning need of people for AAA development specifically, there will be times where you spend 10, 12, or even more hours at the office each day. Working weekends will be expected. Again, not a huge problem for newcomers, but very taxing on those with families and friends. After crunching for months on a project and finally shipping it, I once had to relearn how to cook for myself since I hadn’t done so for so long.

3. Volatility sucks

Most studios don’t plan more than a couple of years out at a time. Layoffs could hit after any project, even if the project does well.  There will always be a new project spinning up, and another one crashing and burning. As such, you may need to be on the lookout for a new job or a new opportunity. I was very recently updating my resume and I realized that I’ve shipped ten games with nearly as many studios. This is a bit above the norm, but really not as far removed as it should be. There are some industries and employers where you can plan to work for your employer until retirement. Video games is generally not one of those.

4. You won’t get to work on your own ideas for years unless you go indie

Unless you somehow climb the ranks at a meteoric pace, you probably won’t get the opportunity to write your own ticket for years. Any game developer needs to spend years earning experience, proving competence, and increasing the scope of his or her responsibilities. Only a very exclusive number of developers will ever be able to make his or her own ideas a reality. Most of the time, it’s being assigned tasks by the producers and doing them. Unless you decide to give up AAA development and work on an indie title, you’ll be working for them for years.

5. Somebody will always hate what you do

Games are public-facing. No matter what game it is or how good it is, there’s going to be a very loud group of people that will hate it. They will happily let you know as well - any decision you make to improve the game will be second-guessed and dismissed into oblivion. And they will park themselves firmly in your game’s official social media channels and continue to shout at you for as long as the game continues to be maintained. 99% of the time, they won’t know anything about the actual circumstances of things, but that won’t matter to them. Not that you’re allowed to talk to them anyway.

There’s a lot of practical reasons why someone wouldn’t want to work in games. It’s a nice idea, but reality is a harsh mistress. For many, the lower pay and the regular crunch are the primary factors in leaving the industry. It definitely takes a lot of dedication and passion to stay with game development as a career. There’s always a lot of people who want to get in, but the intersection of both passion and competence is not a very big number. Of those who might fit, the above reasons tend to drive many of them out as well. Game development is often thankless and draining. It certainly isn’t for everyone.

Goodnight Kiss- Rafael Barba Imagine

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 876

A/N: I really love flustered Barba, so please enjoy! This is also a musing that I’ve had for a while, mostly because I associated Barba with the song, “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton, so strongly. Anyways, requests are closed! I have a few to finish up, then I will open them up again. Thanks! x

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You started working at SVU seven months ago, and in those months, you seemed to be the only one to crack the “Barba Code.” Rafael Barba was a mystery in and of himself and getting close to him proved to be a challenge. Luckily, it’s been worth it.

Your relationship with Barba was truly one of a kind. He was your best friend and you were his. It didn’t start off that way, though. There was a lot of animosity in the beginning.

You were the forensic psychologist assigned to the team, and let’s just say tension was at an all-time high. Everyone was afraid that you were going to profile them and ruin their careers. Obviously, you were just there to offer a different perspective and fit right in after a few days.

It took a lot more convincing from Barba. You knew he had a bit of a troubled past; an abusive father was just the beginning. His trust took a lot longer to win, but when you did, it was yours forever.

Barba had called you into his office for some trial prep. You were the expert on the case, so he wanted to double-check that everything was airtight. As always, it was. You dodged his mock cross questions like a pro.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finally finished. Before you could leave, Barba stopped you.

“Y/N, wait,” he called out, as you headed toward the courthouse steps.

You spun on your heels, turning to a quite flustered Barba.

“What’s wrong?”

“Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to attend a charity event with me tonight? It’s for the DA’s office, so I know it’s not very appealing, but,”

“Yes, Rafael, I’d love to! Send me the details? I have to go shopping now,” you chuckled, heading toward you taxi. You blew Barba a kiss, taking full advantage of his flustered state.

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So, I read this absolutely DELIGHTFUL LoZ OoT series by  BetterBeMeta which I loved (Gerudo ladies! Zelda being a punk 12-year-old! Fixing the issue of the only dark-skinned dude in the game being declared unambiguously evil!).

The end of the lil’ coda-sequel made me cackle and involved Ganondorf scooping Zelda up ‘to perch on his shoulder like a finch’ and that image was TOO CUTE. Also there’s the implication that he’s going to teach her to be very sneakily seditious and not get in trouble next time and I just.

I really wish there was more, but as it is, I’m delighted and needed to Draw A Thing because authors who make me giggle myself out of the grumps deserve fanart.

Harry Styles Cooks... Volume 1: The Baking Years

In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker. 

Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them. 

Or: I don’t know what the fuck this is, sorry. 

Louis Tomlinson can’t cook. He can, for the most part, feed himself and generally keep himself alive, in a frozen pizza, tins of soup, cereal-for-dinner kind of a way. He can do pasta and sauce, and cheese on toast, and sandwiches, and microwave meals and things which require zero attention, zero skill, and even less enthusiasm. Louis Tomlinson likes Tesco meal deals for lunch and cans of coke on the way to the bus stop after work. He likes bags of crisps, and the biscuit tin by the printer in his office.

He has a long list of things he doesn’t like – including but not limited to courgettes, baked beans, couscous, fish, posh sausages that taste of stuff that isn’t pork, vegetables on principle, drinks that are green, kale, stuff they sell in Waitrose, mushrooms, weird fruit, lentils, and pineapple on pizza.

All of this is perfectly normal and doesn’t bother Louis one little bit.

It doesn’t, however, go any way to explaining why Louis has an entire shelf in his bedroom devoted to Harry Styles cookbooks, or why his best mates Liam and Niall bought him a custom-made Harry Styles Cooks… pillowcase and duvet set for his birthday last year, with Harry Styles’ ridiculous face plastered all across it like on the titles of his stupid cooking TV show, or why Louis had to buy a DVR purely to save all the stupid episodes of each of Harry Styles’ stupid cooking series so he could watch them whenever he wanted. It definitely didn’t explain the three different Harry Styles-themed mugs in the kitchen cupboards, and it 100% did not explain the special shower curtain.

There obviously is an explanation for all of that, but it isn’t something that Louis can file under any sort of ‘wants to learn to cook’ headline.

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I used to never take workout selfies because I thought it made me look like a tool (and maybe it does) but then I thought FUCK THAT. I work my ass off to have the body I have. Am I perfect? Hell no. We’ve all got flaws. I’ve probably got more than most. But you get one body and you should be damn proud of it. So get those cameras out people! LOVE YOSELF

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[march study challenge] • 05/03/17

Day 5: studyblrs get real

I’ve been looking forward to this one for a while now, because I am nowhere near the picture-perfect accounts with clean uncluttered desks and white backgrounds and neat handwritten notes with every title written in flawless calligraphy. It’s a shame because the studyblr community sort of conditions you into thinking that you need to have an aesthetic or you won’t get notes, and then that means we have an unrealistic view of what studying should really be. This is something I wrote in my very first post:

“I realised I wasn’t cut out to be one of those cool minimalist bloggers that used mildliners to highlight every second line of their aesthetic study notes. So I reckon my posts will lean towards the study end of things, but this probably won’t be Scandinavian stationery and pastel-coloured calligraphy. If it does turn out like that, I’ll cry a little inside. This, for me, is an online journal to document how I go this year. I want a place to keep it real, to post things that I learn and to see how I’ve grown over my final year of school.”

I have to shamefully say that I’m not really upholding my aforementioned promise to keep it real on this blog, so I hope that the following list makes up for it:

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