i will steal all your women


This is so whack.

‘Afar’ is a comic where the protagonist is an Afar woman but dressed like a Tigray-Tigrinya woman.

Both ethnic groups are found in East Africa, which is their only commonality.

A simple google search (peep the pics I included of Afar women) would have fixed this.

So I googled the creators, Leila Del Duca and Kit Seaton, and Lo and behold they are both white. (I included their pictures too)

It all makes sense.

Source: Riya Jama
White folks really need to stay in their lanes.


Nobody asked you to creator our stories, nobody asked you to write about us or portray us or draw us. We can do that for ourselves. We have our own artists as well as writers, and all your doing is TAKING UP SPACE MEANT FOR US!!!!! You are taking/stealing/appropriating from us.
These culture vultures really get on my nerves.

The OUAT fandom
  • Swan Queen shippers: So, we ship Swan Queen. Isn't it an awesome, beautiful ship? Too bad the writers are still queerbaiting.
  • Rumbelle shippers: We feel you. They screwed up our ship too. We see the chemistry btw.
  • Outlaw Queen shippers: We totally respect Swan Queen, but we ship Outlaw Queen. It was nice to see Regina happy for a change. But, yeah, one of them is dead so that sucks.
  • Swanfire shippers: Sorry you guys have to go through that, our second half also died and we still miss him. :( Most of us now ship Emma/happiness, so we're with you, Swan Queeners!!
  • Snowing shippers: Hey y'all, we just want to send you some love, our ship isn't handled in the best possible way either, but at least they are both alive and canonically true love.
  • Swan Queen shippers: Group hug!!
  • *Rumbelle, Outlaw Queen, Swanfire and Snowing shippers join in for the hug*
  • CSers: HA!!!!!!!!!! Your ships all suck. So glad Neal is dead, Rumbelle and Snowing only steal screen time from Killy the saint and ew.. two women as mothers of a child and lovers? It's a family show for God's sake! NOW BOW DOWN TO THE GLORIOUS ONE AND ONLY SHIP!!!!
Monster Rp starters

(This is for like monster people and Au’s, not something like a person so horrible they’ve become a monster)

“Hey you got your feathers all through my jacket again!”

“Did you just…eat that mouse…?”

“I just ate a mouse and I feel sick”

“Stop chasing your tail, your a grown (man/women/adult)”

“I know you love me but please let go of me, I can’t breathe”

“Jesus your a lot taller then I thought you were”

“Are you…making a nest? Why?”

“Do you need help putting your contact in?”

“What’s it like only having one eye?”

“So if your stomach has a mouth does that mean it eats too?”

“Your pointy ears are adorable”

“Please don’t steal my soul, I have class in like an hour and the soul stealing thing takes all day”

“Stop scratching the couch oh my god”

“Screw you I’m gonna scratch the couch if I want to”

“Please stop touching the light bulb, I know it’s pretty but you keep hurting yourself”

“Hey can you help me find my (body part)”

“Do you need help looking for (body part)”

“Hey I’ve lost my body! Help me look for it before it does something stupid!”

“Why are you eating catnip?”

“I just ate catnip and can’t feel my legs”

“Hey throw the toy I wanna catch it!”

“I don’t want to throw the toy…ugh fine give it here”

“I know it’s supposed to be cold today but the sun is out and if I go outside I’m probably going to catch on fire”

“I can make snow from my hands! Wanna see?!”

“Wow you can use magic?! Can you teach me!?”

“I know I’m not supposed to like a human, but I’ll make an exception because your cute”

“I just wanna tie you up in my web and cuddle you forever!”

“I need water, I’m getting dehydrated and I’m starting to smell like dead fish”

“I accidentally got slime all over your wall when I tried to kill a fly…I’m sorry”

“Hey it’s okay, it’s just a bit of slime”

“I accidentally set your clothes on fire when I was trying to fold them”

“Hey scratch my ear it’s itchy and you don’t have claws”

“I may or may not have got fur all over your couch when me and (random name) where playing”

“I accidentally broke your door and I’m sorry but maybe get a stronger door next time”

“This is the sixth door this month, stop slamming them please”

“Is it rude to ask if I could ride on you back?”

“What do you mean you want to ride me? I’m not a horse, well I mean, I’m not THAT kind of horse”

“How do you stop yourself from decaying? I mean, you are kinda dead after all”

“What’s it like having six tails?”

“Here, sit down and I’ll brush your wings”

“How did you get flees? Oh well time for a bath huh?”

“I wanna cuddle but I’m kinda scared I’ll crush you, so maybe you just sit in my lap and I hold you?”

“Hey I’m thirsty can I have some of your blood? Just to hold me off until we get home”

“Hey can you turn on the air conditioning? I know it’s like twenty degrees but I think I’m gonna melt”

“Hey pay attention to me! I want love!”

“I came here to get your soul but honestly I feel like if I take it, it’ll just Make me sad”

“Please take my Soul I’m so depressed”

“So I may or may not have accidentally broke my neck when I feel off the roof sooo, surprise! I’m a ghost now”

Time Alone (M)

**Late like freaking always, but I supposed it’s better late than never lol also sorry if it seems rushed- I’m exhausted and a tad under the weather again**

Genre: Smut

Length: 1,300+

Kinks: Daddy kink/hints of dd/lg, exhibitionism, dirty talk

Originally posted by monsta-x-cuties

Though there were tons of people around Wonho couldn’t help but to have every ounce of his attention fixed on you. Everyone else appeared to be so plain and dull in comparison. 

The burgundy dress you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly and the black wedgies booties you had decided to wear made your legs look a mile long. You looked so delicate and delicious- all he found himself wanting to do was ravage you; he needed to hear your angelic moans, he needed to feel your tightness around him.

He smiled brightly the moment he noticed you looking over at him, expertly hiding all the sin that was going through his head. As he watched you talk to the girls his friends brought as their dates, he silently decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Standing from his seat, he made his way over to you. 

Once he was finally beside you, he turned to the group of girls, flashing that cheesy, charming smile of his, “May I steal my girlfriend from you girls for a moment?” And just as they nodded their heads, he took your hand in his and led you to a less crowded area. 

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I am sooooo sick of the whole Kartrashian klan. I don’t want to see anyone fixing their rat mouths to defend them or say they started any “trend”, cause guess what, they didn’t. I’m so sick of black people getting pushed to the back of the line while people like them are getting pushed to the front. I don’t know how anyone, especially black people, can defend them seeing that I never hear them defending black people. If they aren’t going to help black people then they are just perpetrating and getting in the fucking way and need to go somewhere else with their bullshit. All these sluts do is steal shit and split on BBD. (And for the record, before anyone comes for me, I’m not calling them sluts because they do sexual acts with multiple different black men (no shade, no tea). I’m calling them sluts because they stole black women’s men on multiple occasions: Blac Chyna, Amber Rose, Trina. To me, you’re only a slut when you are knowingly a side chick or just steal someone’s man when you know they’re in a relationship. That’s why I called them sluts, so don’t come for me because I will tell you about yourself, your mama and your daddy.) Don’t worry Kardashain stans, I’m not putting all the blame on those fucking trash bags. Half the blame goes to the black men that hype them up. I wish black men would hype black women the way they hype up the Kardashians. I’m a HUGE advocate for women and women’s rights, but I just can’t support these women. All in all, I have heard Kylie and the other sisters get credited for acrylic nails, wigs, cornrows and hoop earrings. If I hear someone else say Kylie created a trend for something that’s been done by black people years before she was even born, I’M FUCKING BEATING THEIR ASS!

Baby Girl ::Roman Reigns::

Requested By: @m-a-t-91

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 403

Summary/Request: Hi 🙂 could you do a flirty Roman with the new hair stylist please? Roman/Reader

A/N: BOOM! PREGNANT! lol i’m funny.

Originally posted by aeternuslibero

Tagging: @caramara3 @thebutterflygirl16 @m-a-t-91

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anonymous asked:

What - to you - are the most irritating and probematic 'tropes' and things you see in the current YA market today? (Your books are awesome btw, so its no shade. Ps: I am SO unbelievably jealous that you got to read an arc of Holly Black's The Cruel Prince. *teleports to your home - steals it - teleports back*)

Hmm. I think almost all tropes, in the hands of a skilled writer, can be done and done well. It all comes down to the author and the story.

Personally, I don’t like when men and women are treated differently in terms of morality, usually to the detriment of women. I.e. an awful dude can be redeemed but an awful woman can’t, or something to that extent. Hot guys can’t get away with everything just because they’re hot guys. I’m all about parity to the best of a person’s ability. 

This may not be a trope but I’m a sucker for good worldbuilding, so shaky or nonsensical worldbuilding bothers me. My brain is always trying to find historical equivalents or touchstones (so I’m thinking, what year is this akin to, what’s the tech level, etc.) and if things are an anachronistic jumble, it takes me out of the story. But that’s nitpicking.

I do despise killing or maiming or raping or otherwise brutalizing female characters solely for the advancement of a male character’s story or arc. It’s just ugly.

Theory: Count Olaf is, in fact, an old Barney Stinson. He has become jealous of the lives his friends now lead, having also lost everything when he got back into gambling. He sets out to regain his fortune and he decides to do that by stealing the money from the very woman who scorned him. The characters he now becomes - Olaf, Stephano, Captain Sham, etc, are all characters he had come up with years before to impress women.

Eurus vs The Mayfly Man

Inspired by this post: X I had a look at the courtroom deduction - which takes place in Sherlock’s mind - and found this in addition to the quote from the above post. 

SHERLOCK: Your place? ALL FOUR WOMEN: His place. (Eurus as therapist, John coming to her place/Sherlock and John coming to Sherrinford = her place)

Nothing happened. (”That’s all it was, just texting.”)

He listened. (Eurus as therapist listening to John)

Different names, different addresses. (Eurus posing as E, Faith, and therapist with different names and addresses)

He’s stealing the identity of corpses … (Eurus killing the therapist and stealing her identity)

In the courtroom scene we see Sherlock creating a scenario in his mind which is based on information gathered in the “I dated a ghost” forum. The information as such is true, everything else - the room, the looks of the women, John at his side - is pure imagination. 

I wonder if the Mayfly Man somehow inspired Sherlock’s idea of Eurus. 

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anonymous asked:

16 with Lin?

16. In the bathroom crying at a formal event, over how you saw yourself as ugly. With Lin?

So I'm sort of nervous about posting this one, I had a hard time with it so if you could give me feed back and constructive criticism I’d really appreciate it!

Standing on the red carpet you can’t help looking around and seeing all of these beautiful women surrounding you. You look up and see Pippa in a beautiful dress that higher in all the right places, and her hair is flawless, her makeup accentuating her beauty. Emphasizing her amazing cheekbones. Then there’s Renee standing with her husband. The color look perfect against her skin and her lipstick is amazing. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She’s so gorgeous and it makes your hands sweat being around her. And then Jasmine. Jasmine is wearing a dress that hugs everyone of her curves. Her long curls cascading her back.

You look down yourself, this dress is beautiful and you don’t do it justice. You look fat and gross. You’re make up can’t even hide your marked skin. Before you know it you can’t stop thinking how ugly you are. The tears start filling upon your eyes. You can’t cry here so you slip into the building and rush into the first bathroom you see.

What you don’t see is Lin watching, face concerned as he sees you rush away. He smiles at the interviewer and finishes it as fast as you can, before slipping into the bathroom he figures you ran into.

You’re leaning against the sink trying to dab your eyes with a paper towel. You hear the door open and tense up. You don’t have time to hide in a stall.

“Lin?” You say shocked. “You can’t be in here! it’s the women restroom.”

“Yeah, well I’m gonna leave you alone crying,” he says with finality in his voice and walks towards you. When he gets close he wraps his arm around your shoulder and holds you close. “what’s going on?” He asks voice quiet. You just shake your head, you’re far to embarrassed to tell Lin, the person you have a huge crush on, its pathetic and weak. “(Y/N). tell me. I’m here for you.” He starts rubbing your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

You let out a shaky breath “You wanna know whats wrong? Being here and seeing all of these stunning women just reminds me how ugly I truly am. And it just got a little overwhelming. I just wish i could look half as good as Jasmine or Pippa in this dress. But instead I look like, an awkward kid playing dress up.” You laugh self depicting as another tear falls down your cheek.

“Oh love, no no, don’t talk about yourself that way.  You look stunning, you could steal the show out there.”

“You’re just saying that cause I’m in here crying,” you give him disbelieving look.

“I’m really not, you always look beautiful to me. When we’re at reseal and you’re wearing an old t-shirt, hair in a messy bun, and you’re sweaty. It takes my breath away.”

“Lin, I know you’re lying. You’re making it sound like you’re into me, and we both know that’s hella false.”

“It’s not,” Lin whispers.

You look up at him shocked. “What?” He leans down and kisses your nose. “I’ve been into you for a while but I thought you were way out of my league. But Anthony may have told me you confided in him that you just might into me as well.”

“That ass, he promised not to say anything,” You mutter and Lin laughs.

“Hey, it got us here didn’t it? Me being able to tell you how much I love you and how beautiful you are.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, (Y/N) I really, really do. Now Can i go show you off?

You give him a watery smile and nod your head and you grab his hand, wiping the last of your tears away with your other hand. If Lin thinks you’re beautiful that’s all that matters.

send me prompts!

How to tell in words what he had learned by pain and grace? ...forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

Betelgeuse. Sirius. Orion. Antares. The sky is very large, and you are very small. 

Let the words wash through him, the voice and its memories pass over him, shivering his skin like the touch of a ghost, vanishing into darkness. 

The Pleiades. Cassiopeia. Taurus. Heaven is wide, and you are very small. 

Dead, but none the less powerful for being dead. He spread his hands wide, gripping the fence—those were powerful, too. Enough to beat a man to death, enough to choke out a life. But even death was not enough to loose the bands of rage. With great effort, he let go. Turned his hands palm upward, in gesture of surrender. He reached beyond the stars, searching. The words formed themselves quietly in his mind, by habit, so quietly he was not aware of them until he found them echoed in a whisper on his lips.

 “ ‘ … Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.’ ”  

He breathed slowly, deeply. Seeking, struggling; struggling to let go.

 “ ‘Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.’ ” 

Waited, in emptiness, in faith. And then grace came; the necessary vision; the memory of Jack Randall’s face in Edinburgh, stricken to bare bone by the knowledge of his brother’s death. And he felt once more the gift of pity, calm in its descent as the landing of a dove. He closed his eyes, feeling the wounds bleed clean again as the succubus drew its claws from his heart. He sighed, and turned his hands over, the rough wood of the fence comforting and solid under his palms. The demon was gone. 

He had been a man, Jack Randall; nothing more. And in the recognition of that common frail humanity, all power of past fear and pain vanished like smoke. His shoulders slumped, relieved of their burden. 

 “Go in peace,” he whispered, to the dead man and himself. “You are forgiven.”

 “It was signed, ‘Frank,’ of course,” Roger said.

 “Of course,” Jamie echoed softly.” 

 “Englishman,” he said softly, and it was a conjuration. 

 (“That’s the queer side of it, though—a sense of obligation. I told you I had a sense of the bastard? Funny thing is, it’s stayed with me. I can almost feel him, sometimes, looking over my shoulder, standing across the room.”)  

The hair rose very slightly on the back of Roger’s neck; he could believe he saw something move in the flames. Jamie’s big hands spread, cradling his grandson. His face was remote, the flames catching sparks from hair and brows. 

 “Englishman,” he said, speaking to whatever he saw beyond the flames.   

 (“I don’t know that he existed!—and yet I hate this man as I have never hated anyone else. If what Claire said and what I found was true—then I’ve taken her from him, and kept her by me through these years by a lie. Maybe only a lie of omission, but nonetheless a lie for that. I could call that revenge, I suppose.”)

 “I am a jealous man, but not a vengeful one.   

(“ ‘ Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.’ ” )   

I would take you from him, my Sassenach—but I wouldna take him from you.” He paused for a moment, the fire glinting softly from the ring in his hand. “It was your life, no?”  

 (He breathed slowly, deeply. Seeking, struggling; struggling to let go. “ ‘Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.’ ”)   

And he asked again, “Do you want it back?” 

He had murmured something in Gaelic above me, too low for me to catch. “I said, ‘Go in peace,’ ”  

 (“Hate, jealousy, lying, stealing, unfaithfulness, the lot. Not much to balance it save love. I do love her—love them. My women. Maybe it’s not the right kind of love, or not enough. But it’s all I’ve got. Still, I won’t die unshriven—and I’ll trust you for a conditional absolution”)  

he answered. “I wasna talking to you, though, Sassenach.”

-Drums of Autumn 

anonymous asked:

IM LITERALLY SCREAMING INTO THE VOID that anon reminds me of the time I mentioned a girl I liked who I knew for a FACT was gay and how I wanted to ask her out so badly and a #man whom I am no longer friends with was like "you take all the good ladies away from us lonely men" LISTEN HAROLD SHES GAY SHE DOESNT WANT YOU ANYWAY

right like listen hun,,,, wlw are not “stealing” your women…… we are freeing them…….. they did not want your crusy man ass anyway……. what did u even bring to the table eric?? dad jokes and hypermasculinity??? bc women tell dad jokes better 150% of the time and also women are amazing like thank you for playing but there is really no competition sweetie im sorry


PROMPT LIST — send me a character and a #!

  • “PLEASE put your shirt back on. please don’t make me laugh at you.”
  • “THIS place is fancy and i don’t know which fork to kill myself with.”
  • “YOU like me? you like my personality?”
  • “YOU my boo. you my boo and i’ve been missin’ you. i’ve been missin you so long.”
  • “YOU know what’s weird? i don’t find this weird anymore.”
  • “GOD, you’re about to say something stupid, aren’t you?”
  • “GIRL, imma marry you.”
  • “I see him and my heart explodes.”
  • “WE all…need to meet new people.”
  • “IT’S kinda stupid how much i’m in love with you.”
  • “SO if any of you have anything else to say to my boo, i will drag you outside and we will handle this la style!”
  • “I’M sorry about the whole kissing thing.”
  • “OH, you don’t have to apologize. i did…kiss you back, a little.”
  • “I hope that you don’t remember that i said any of these things tomorrow.”
  • “YOU’VE been taking care of me my entire life.”
  • “WHEN you’re going through ‘a taylor swift-like range of emotions,’ i should come over, right?”
  • “YOU were the only one that i could talk to. being brown, you have the wisdom of a thousand white women.”
  • “I’D really like to start calling you shawty in public.”
  • “THEY’VE made me weak in my stupid knees.”
  • “I want to spend the rest of my life hearing all your stories.”
  • “IF you hurt her, i will let myself die. and then i will haunt you.”
  • “I am a grown woman that is in love with her ex that has a girlfriend. and i’ve been stealing my neighbor’s wi-fi.”
  • “I’VE made out with half of the guys in this room.”
  • “THEY are not exactly what my mom had imagined for me. you know, she wanted someone maybe not so…white?”
  • “YOU look like a prostitute for wizards.”
  • “YOU look like a homeless pencil.”
  • “YEAH, i’m nervous. yeah, i’m really nervous. i mean, she’s beautiful and she’s super cool…”
  • “YOU know i have a boyfriend, right?”
  • “I hate your ideas. i hate them almost as much as i love you, which is so much.”
  • “NOTHING is more important to me than your future.”
  • “I’M never gonna stop trying to make you happy.”
  • “SHE’S never gonna be happy with someone like me.”
  • “CAN we just take a moment to appreciate them? i mean, the effect they have on people…it’s really incredible. i can’t believe…they’re dating me. i mean, like, whaaaat?”
  • “IF you tell anyone we held hands, i have two people on my phone who will kill you.“
  • “I may be an idiot, but i’m smart enough to know what i lost.”
  • “YOU and i not being together does not make sense to me.”
  • “I’M really gonna need you to step it up tonight, okay? when i see you, i wanna be thinking, ‘who let the dirty slut out of the slut house?’”
  • “I simply want a demographic breakdown of all the guys that hit on you.”
  • “AS my best friend, i expect you to be willing to sacrifice everything for me at a moment’s notice.”
  • “WATCH it, buddy! ‘cause i will calcutta bitch up in here. i will cal. cut. a. bitch.”
  • “YOU’RE not the only one that’s hurting.”
  • “YOU’RE the smartest, ballsiest, bitchiest, truly terrifying woman that i have enjoyed in a really long time.”
  • “YOU don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
  • “YOU don’t know my pain.”
  • “IF i was doing something stupid, you would definitely be involved.”
  • “AND those shoelaces must be tied together ‘cause you are straight trippin’, yo.”
  • “DO i regret it? yes. would i do it again? probably.”
  • “SHE makes you weak and penis dumb.”
  • “I don’t think i can even look at him without getting pregnant.“
  • "I’M gonna ask you to get out of my girlfriend’s bed, man.”
  • “I think i’m getting my period.”
  • “I don’t want nobody to eat me! i got thick thighs! i got a fat ass!”
  • “THEY love me so much, and to be honest, it scares me. i don’t think i deserve all of that love.”

Can you please do the rfa reactions to a jealous mc? Pretty please



  • He’s a cute dork
  • so ofc he’s gonna have girls coming up to him often on campus
  • and he’s so oblivious to their obvious flirting PROTECT HIM
  • Today one girl was offering freaking muffins to Yoosung
  • She flirted with him frequently
  • Oh boy, were you pissed off
  • Not wanting to make a scene, you stormed off and went to the cafeteria without him
  • It took a few minutes, but he took note of your absence and excused himself from the conversation he was having
  • (hah he forgot her muffins)
  • He found you sitting alone at a table, violently stabbing your lunch with your fork, and a cute pout on your face
  • He sat across from you and shot you a worried look, “Are you okay, MC?”
  • “…Do you ever notice those girls flirting with you?”
  • “Wha-? I just thought they were being nice to me!…MC, are you jealous?”
  • You dropped your head in shame, “Yeah.”
  • He panicked and stumbled over to your side and hugged you
  • “Gaaaah! I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to feel that way! I’ll be more aware, I promise. FORGIVE ME”
  • Nnnngh you can’t stay mad at him


  • You visited her a few times at work to drop off lunch and chat
  • Today you decided to hang out in the break room and get some coffee
  • “Oh, there’s no more lids for the cups. I’ll get the ones from the other break room, Jaehee, I’ll be right back.”
  • You went and got said lids
  • and when you came back there was this guy talking to Jaehee
  • and eyeing her up and down
  • “So, you busy after work today? Because I was wondering if–”
  • He didn’t even get to finish his question
  • and then you threw your scorching hot coffee at him
  • He ran out immediately
  • “I was going to refuse him either way, MC. There wasn’t a need to be so jealous.”
  • “Well if I don’t protect you, creeps like him are gonna get you!”
  • “I appreciate your motive, but we’re in major trouble for doing that.”


  • Fangirls never bothered you
  • It was her that bothered you
  • Zen brought you along to see one of his rehearsals
  • and there she fucking was
  • Echo Girl
  • Her mere presence just bothered you to no end
  • The fact that Zen was working with her even after the whole ordeal made you irritated
  • You didn’t even want to see them act together
  • So you just decided to hang in Zen’s dressing room
  • About an hour later he finally came in to clean off for the day
  • “Oh? You weren’t out there watching me? What’s wrong, babe?”
  • “Why don’t you go back out there and hang with Echo Girl?”
  • Your mouth immediately clamped shut; you really hadn’t meant to say that
  • Zen chuckled, “Is that what this is about? It sounds to me like someone’s jeaaalouuss!”
  • He wrapped his arms around you and kissed every part of your face
  • “You’re so cute.”
  • “You’re an ass.”
  • “I’m a gentleman, excuse me.”
  • “Just kiss me, you idiot.”


  • “Stupid dinner party…stupid dress…stupid fancy women…” you grumbled as you walked onto the balcony for some fresh air
  • You were talking with Jumin until a group of women stole him away, and he left without saying a word
  • It wasn’t fun always being outshone by such…lavish women
  • “Hm? MC, what’re you doing out here? It’s cold.” You heard him shuffle off his coat and place it around your shoulders
  • “I’ll be fine, Jumin, just…go talk to those women or something, they’re much more interesting than I am.”
  • “……”
  • “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • “Nothi-”
  • “MC.”
  • You sighed, “Alright, alright, I’m jealous okay? I’m jealous of those women for having your attention, I’m jealous of how…elegant they are! They’re so elegant and–and graceful and poised! And me? I was microwaving a Hot Pocket at midnight in my underwear last night!” you took a deep breath after your rant
  • “MC, I’ve been around refined women all my life. If I liked those type of women, I would have been dating one a long time ago, but I don’t. I like you just how you are.”
  • He pulled you into a hug and rested his chin on your head
  • “Sorry, I was just kinda worked up.”
  • “It’s alright. I’ll try to be more attentive so this won’t happen again. Now let’s go back inside.”


  • You weren’t jealous of a person, per se
  • You were jealous of that white, furry fluffball he was playing with
  • A few days ago Saeyoung managed to steal Elizabeth the 3rd out of Jumin’s penthouse
  • Jumin panicked at first, but he trusted you to make sure Seven didn’t abuse his cat
  • What a mistake
  • Saeyoung literally hasn’t done anything other than play with her during those days
  • So after she had to be forcefully returned, Saeyoung wanted to ask you to go eat or something, but instead you were sulking
  • “MC, why the looooooong face?”
  • “How could you love a cat more than me?” you pouted
  • “Oh~? You’re not jealous of Elly now, are you~?”
  • “Maaaaaybe…”
  • He immediately pounced on you and tickled you to no end
  • “How dare you think that, I, God 707 would forget his Goddess?”
  • “What’s the magic word~?”
  • “P-PLEASE”
  • As soon as he stopped, you lodged yourself on him and began tickling him
Because This Needs Said

I wish to apologize to my followers for this. @el-yom, bless you for putting up with such asinine nonsense for so long. 

To @ichigorukiagreatfriends, The reader gets to decide how they feel about a character and their actions. And it is not up to you or me to tell them how THEY ARE ALLOWED TO FEEL AND REACT. 

I am not saying I think Renji is abusive. My argument is predicated on the fact that his actions could be interpreted that way by people. And it is entirely their right to think that. 

But I am sick of your defense against abuse, both mentally and physically. And your defense that police don’t commit brutality against criminals. 

It is entirely possible for a woman to be both mentally and physically abused. Even a strong smart woman. It happens all the time. For various reasons, both men and women subject themselves to emotionally and physically harmful relationships. IT DOES HAPPEN. And they subject their children to it too!

Let me give you an example: 

My Mother chose to marry my father. My mother is a very strong and smart woman. She’s taught me wonderful things, and she’s put up with a ton of shit. And she works her ass off to provide for her family. 

My Father is an abusive manipulative man. He makes you feel sorry for him. He makes promises, and tries to act noble. He tries to act like the friendliest, most loyal man. He spouts things like “Never raise a hand to a woman.” But at the same time he would beat me, his daughter, till she was covered in bruises and couldn’t stand.

My Mother. although smart and strong, has low self esteem sometimes. She’s been hurt. And she makes the wrong decisions. Because that’s what people do, they make mistakes. After having three kids with my father she divorced him. She tired to get custody of us, to protect us. But my father had a better lawyer and he won. 

Thus I was subjected to both mental and physical abuse the rest of my childhood, till I turned 18. And there wasn’t a damn thing my Mother could do to help us. My Dad had me and my brother’s so scared and controlled that we wouldn’t speak out against him. My Dad was a respected member of our city, being both a volunteer ambulance driver and trained medical emt. He also owned his own appliance company. People knew him and loved him for the man he showed to the world. But that didn’t stop him from having a cruel side, and a temper. As well as control issues. 

The one time I spoke out against him, and tried to get help. he moved me to a different city, and convinced everyone that I was a pathological liar. Then he continued to beat me. His new wife, my stepmother, was no better. She would work me to the bone, dump garbage in my bed, and steal my belongings. Among many other terrible things. I wish not to go into the details. 

My Mother could do nothing to help, because unless I was willing to stand up to my Dad, she had no case against him. And my Father had me too scared. 

Women, all the time, everyday, are put into terrible positions. and there aren’t any easy answers. The strongest women can subject themselves to unhealthy and harmful relationships. 

I don’t care if you ship Renruki. And if you think its good, then that’s your own opinion. But if someone else thinks it is a harmful relationship, then they are more than entitled to that opinion. You have no right to tell them otherwise. 

Renji, attacked Rukia. He hurt her. Whether or not she forgave him is irrelevant. Because women who have been hurt will often forgive and let their partner off the hook for various reasons. Poor-self esteem, poor relationships, the need for friendship. Rukia has few friends, Rukia has poor self esteem, Rukia has few supportive and strong relationships. Rukia’s behavior to look past Renji’s despicable and harmful behavior is in line with the behavior of average abuse victims. It’s what victims do. 

Renji ENDORSED Rukia’s execution. He was just gonna let it happen, even though he didn’t agree with it. He even fought against those trying to save her. He knew Rukia didn’t deserve death, and still he insisted upon hunting Ichigo down and Killing him so that he could not rescue Rukia. You could say this was Renji’s “job” but he was not ordered to hunt down and kill Ichigo. He acted on his own will. He may not have wanted Rukia to die, But he didn’t want to stop her execution either, and proceeded to assist in it’s fruition, ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS SINCE CAPTURING RUKIA IN THE LIVING WORLD.

Renji has proven that when the going gets tough, and he has to choose a side. He puts his duty, and his pride, and his own feelings above that of Rukia. His loyalty will never lie completely with her. And therefore she can never fully trust him. 

She may have married him and had his kid. But that does not make him a good father, or husband. And Rukia will have to live with the knowledge everyday that Renji could in fact turn on her and her child. Will it ever happen? Maybe, maybe not. You never know if Renji will ever be put into a position to choose between the woman he loves and his duty. But Renji has proven on several different occasions that Rukia in not the most important thing to him. A human Rukia knew for only a few months, had more balls, more resolve, and more loyalty to her, then her “husband” did. 

Whether or not she forgives him is irrelevant. Forgiveness from a victim does not absolve the attacker of any wrong doing. The wrong doing STILL EXISTS. HE STILL HURT HER and HER NEW BEST FRIEND, AND HIS FRIENDS. Just because Rukia says, she forgives him doesn’t make his actions any less despicable. 

Renji is scum. I like Renji, and I think he can be an interesting character. But he’s an awful friend. Plain and simple. He’s a guy who’s made some pretty shit-tastic and sleazy decisions. And if some fans do not wish to forgive him, and look the other way. That is good. It means they don’t put up with that kind of shit from people. From FRIENDS or LOVED ones. 

Rukia, a damaged woman, was written by Kubo to accept Renji. This does not make their relationship right, or good, or perfect, or okay. Kubo wrote a damaged woman forgiving a man who hurt her, and marrying him despite his despicable actions. Is this a healthy relationship? No, not at all. But it’s something that happens in real life. And it’s really sad to be honest. It’s not a happy ending. It’s reality. 

NO ONE HAS TO LIKE AND ACCEPT RENJI AND RUKIA’s RELATIONSHIP. You may like it, and think its okay, but that’s your opinion. Stop trying to tell people that they are wrong when they don’t like that kind of relationship. Just because Kubo wrote it doesn’t make it a healthy happy ending. Maybe Kubo didn’t want to give Rukia the perfect happily ever after? Maybe he wanted to write an unhealthy relationship. Maybe he was “just keeping it real.”  with such bittersweet unhealthy relationships at the end. But that doesn’t mean readers have to like and accept that. Stories don’t always end happily ever after. But it doesn’t mean fans and readers have to like and accept the ending as okay, good and acceptable. Sometimes stories just end with awful endings, and unhealthy relationships. People don’t have to like or support them! It just goes to show that some people don’t like that kind of behavior in a relationship, and they think the characters deserved better. 

Furthermore, Stop with this nonsensical crusade to defend Renji’s actions. They were WRONG. He was WRONG. Fans are within their rights to hate him, or hate his actions. You don’t have to hate him or his actions. But your crusade to defend his behavior as right and good just makes you out to be an abuse defender. Someone who thinks abuse is ok, as long as circumstances turn out the way that you like. 

There are many people who would have loved for my mother to forgive my father and re-marry him. But that would not have absolved my father of wrong doing. It would not have made everything he did okay. It would not have gotten rid of the emotional trauma I have suffered, or that my mother suffered. 

And it would not have made my parent’s marriage HEALTHY and ACCEPTABLE.

Saij Spellhart Out

Things that the Shepherds aren’t allowed to do anymore.
  1. Chrom, please stop spinning the Falchion and stabbing it into the ground after every victory. We’re still patching up holes in the training room.
  2. Whoever’s putting bear meat in Frederick’s dinner needs to stop. He will kill you.
  3. When someone asks for the time, “Vaike Time” is not an appropriate response.
  4. Tharja is the queen of Robin’s heart.
  5. Tharja, stop cursing my pens.
  6. Sully, Vaike, no more arm wrestling. We’re running out of tables.
  7. Cherche, you may not let Minerva eat Risen anymore. Last time she threw up a live zombie in the barracks.
  8. Stop switching the men’s and women’s bathing signs. Lon’qu is pale white.
  9. Virion, while I’m sure shooting arrows at apples impresses the women, it’s a waste of food.
  10. Nowi, please don’t tell Kellam to play hide-and-seek with you anymore. We couldn’t find him in time for the march last time.
  11. Anna, no more selling Owain “special rare swords”.
  12. Gerome is not a Dark Knight. I don’t get why you all call him that.
  13. Gaius, you can’t steal candy from Nah and not expect retaliation.
  14. Nah, you can’t melt Gaius’ candy and not expect retaliation.
  15. Libra, prayer on the battlefield is natural. Please do not drop to your knees mid fight to pray though.
  16. Inigo, stop using your left hand to fight. You don’t need a handicap in battle. I don’t care if the village girls swoon.
  17. Panne, no hiding Lon’qu’s potatoes.
  18. Lon’qu, stop hiding Panne’s carrots.
  19. Miriel, you can’t just light random things on fire for “science”.
  20. Frederick, you can’t just light random things on fire for…reasons.
  21. Cordelia, I understand you’re trying to be good at every skill you can. But stop trying to out eat Stahl.
  22. Please.
  23. The next person to tell Kjelle that it’s her turn in the mess hall is dishonorably discharged.
  24. Do not tell Morgan fake memories of the past. Morgan did not once “slay thirty Risen with a single belch.”
  25. Stop pretending Ricken is one of the children who came from the future. You’re going to make him cry.
  26. Lissa, stop pranking other Shepherds. Especially Gangrel. He will cut your other twintail off.
  27. Walhart. The entire army can’t live off vegetables alone. Cancel the shipment of 3,00 potatoes. We don’t have enough gold for that.
  28. We’ll find gold.
  29. Go away, Lon’qu.
  30. Priam. I know you only eat meat. I didn’t think I needed to say this but…not everyone in the army can eat rabbit.
  31. Whoever painted a Brand on Lissa’s forehead needs to stop. She was really excited.
  32. Severa, stop trying to “teach Olivia to have a backbone.” I don’t think she can handle any more of your…”training”.
  33. Gaius, stop spreading rumors about Chrom eating an unpeeled orange.
  34. Gregor, you can’t offer mead to the children. Especially Noire. She’ll either pass out or get angry and I don’t know which is worse.
  35. Stop asking Basilio “what makes him a good demoman.” He doesn’t even use pyrotechnics. That’s a ridiculous accusation.
  36. Flavia, your drinking contests with Gregor have got to stop. We’re out of ale already. We bought some yesterday.
  37. Brady can’t help what makes him cry. Inigo, no singing sad songs as you pass him.
  38. Yarne, one meal without carrots will not make you go extinct.
  39. We are not placing bets on whether Emm or Morgan will get their memory back first.

Inspired by http://guywiththeface23.tumblr.com/post/145211586861/things-corrins-army-is-no-longer-allowed-to-do


Chapter 1: De Temps En Temps


1897 Paris, France

           June in Paris is exquisite. Everything seems to breathe with life, and count every breath as if it was the last. The way the golden sun kisses the tops of the buildings each morning to rouse them from their slumber is by far the best way to wake. However, any true Parisian knows that nights in Paris are what the soul really desires. The full moon that sits languidly above the Eiffel Tower, watching all of Paris laughing through the night, lets you know that you are never alone. It is definitely easy to understand why people fall in love in this beautiful city. It is as if every piece of Paris was made just for you, especially in June.

           Well, unless you’re being dragged a half hours walk to the 18th arrondissement after every decent person in the city has locked up their homes for the night by someone who is supposed to be your best friend. Then it is quite easy to be disgruntled in the face of beauty.

           If that is the case, then it really depends on the person. If you are the sort of person to enjoy a nice midnight adventure, traipsing through dangerous neighborhoods in your finest, then this experience visiting a different kind of…market, would surely be an enjoyable one.

However, Draco Malfoy was not the sort of person to stick his nose into the *ahem* business practices of anyone else. Especially this sort of business practice. He would much rather spend his time back in the 9th arrondissement… where it was safe, and sanitary. June in Paris for him, at the moment, seemed very unattractive indeed.

           Blaise on the other hand…

           “Draco, honestly, hurry up. I don’t want to miss anything.” The beast tugged on the jacket sleeve that was pressed within an inch of its life, wrinkling the fabric. You would never guess that they were from the same ilk with the level of excitement he was displaying. If Draco hadn’t known him all his life, he would have thought the handsome gentleman tugging on his arm had grown up in Montmartre itself, instead of the beautiful Italian manor house of which his family was so proud of.

           His temper was climbing to alarming levels as he followed his bouncing friend in the direction of the foul subsection. There were few reasons why a person from proper breeding would make their way to this part of the city, and Draco did not think they were here to peruse through the artwork of the locals.

           The cobbled streets below his feet caused him to stumble and curse, nearly falling into the tall man clutching his arm. The walk alone was murder if one was not wearing the proper shoes.

           “Will you unhand me?” he snarled “I gave my word that I would accompany you out tonight, even when you insisted that we spend the evening…” a sneer lifted the corner of his mouth as he realized exactly what street they were on. How could he have not noticed? The crowded streets filled with women in far too much makeup, men leering openly at everything with a pulse, Bohemians strutting about in their garish ensembles. “at the Moulin Rouge.”

           Draco could feel his pulse thundering in his temples, not that he let it show on his face. “Blaise, pray tell, what exactly do you not want to miss at the Moulin that is perfectly available on any existing street corner? There,” he gestured to an open corner where a very large woman was shaking her overly large breasts in an offensive manor. “Why don’t you venture over there and pick up that beautiful… creature. Preferably, without me being present whilst you…dally.”

           His dark features stretched into a predatory grin that made Draco’s stomach cramp with anxiety. There were two people who frightened him when their features took on that particular look; the man currently standing in front of him, and Pansy. Pity, that they had married each other. Surely their parents felt their match was appropriate, but Draco felt that if they had chosen someone more… demure then it would have saved everyone a headache in the long run.

 “Oh, my dear friend, do you not honestly expect me to believe that you have no understanding of what takes place at the Moulin? It is more of an experience than a simple rendezvous with Constance.” Of course he knew her name, the wretch. He pressed his hand into the other man’s shoulder. “Do not fear, my naïve friend, you are in my care now. You may drop the act of innocence that is surely only there to impress Ms. Greengrass. She is nowhere in sight tonight.” His grin stretched wider “Unless she too is somewhere inside, you have permission to live as you wish until morning.”

Draco clenched his jaw muscles and looked into the face of the other man.

           He could feel the throbbing in his temples increasing at an alarming rate. Blaise was many things, but never would he have considered his friend to be stupid. If he thought that this lurid display of…. promiscuity was going to do anything to calm his nerves from his impending engagement to Ms. Greengrass, then he does not understand how they have remained in acquaintance all these years.

           “How do you—never mind.” He shook his head “Blaise, please tell me this isn’t some sort of scheme to take my mind off of my engagement.” He looked the other man in the eyes.

           A loud, undignified, guffaw erupted from his friend’s lips. “Oh Draco, dear heavens no! This trip is purely for educational matters. I just figured that you might as well get some practice in before you wed, that way when the time comes— “

           “Blaise!” He was going to murder him, right here. At least this way he can blame the atmosphere for his willingness to commit such a crime when they haul him for trial. Surely his father’s lawyer would understand. “Can we not discuss my upcoming marital affairs in public? Actually, let us not discuss them at all. Just because you and your spouse decide it is fine to jump into the bed of anyone within 300 yards, does not mean that my marriage will be the same!”

           He knew that was a low blow, as well as hypocritical. What Blaise and his wife did behind closed doors was none of his business and he preferred it that way. The heat of embarrassment fills his cheeks at his outburst. Curse his fair skin.

           Blaise lifted an eyebrow “The difference in the relationship between Pansy and I, and the one that you and Ms. Greengrass will be establishing in a two years’ time, is that I am attracted to my wife.” His eyes glinted in the lighting cast from the glow of the buildings, giving them a frighteningly shiny gleam. “I do not require the ‘practice’ to get through my husbandly duties.”  

           Perhaps he deserved that.

Draco suddenly found that the Moulin was a much more complex structure than what he had though upon first glance. He could feel the heat in his cheek spread to his neck.

           Ah, yes. That particular… abnormality of his would pose a problem with his future spouse if he could not err—perform up to par on the night of his betrothal.

           “Draco,” Blaise’s face softened with his words “You know that Pansy and I do not mind, and would never betray your confidence.” He gave a kind smile. Sometimes, Draco felt he was lucky to have a friend like Blaise. Other times, like now, he understood why his father thought them unnecessary. “Besides, it is perfectly legal.”

           He inclined his head toward his friend. He did know that, but that didn’t mean he would… advertise this information. He was supposed to sleep with his wife after they were wed. That is what he had been taught all his life. You procure an heir, and your husbandly duty was fufilled. When his affliction presented itself when he reached of age, suddenly the husbandly obligation seemed more daunting. He had trouble enough imagining how to go about doing it, so how would it be possible if he—well… For arguments sake, the theory was if he could deny his abnormalities, then when the time arrived for him to fulfill his duties he would do it to the best of his ability without the memory of what he could have lingering in the back of his mind.

           A theory Blaise might not have agreed with, but had jumped onto if it meant that he might accompany him out.

           Some things, like deflating at the sight of your exposed wife on your wedding night, were just not on. Something he knew was in the near future no matter how much ‘practice’ Blaise insisted he have.

           “Besides, I did not bring you here to fraternize with women and steal all my opportunities.” His grin returned to its previous state of decadence “I brought you here because Zidler has proven to us all that he is completely insane.”

           Draco allowed an eye roll to cross his features as he released the tension in his shoulders. Mollified that Blaise wasn’t going to convince him to sleep with some terrifying woman.

Everyone has always known that Charles Zidler was a mad man. A genius in all things to do with the sins of the flesh, but a complete nutter. “What has he done this time, given his girls polka-dot knickers?”

           “He hired a male can-can dancer.”

           The heat that had finally ebbed from his face, relocated to his abdomen. Suddenly the Moulin’s complex structure was no longer a source mild interest; It was absolutely fascinating. Almost compelling him inside to see if the grand ballroom matched the exterior walls in their indecent shade of red. Images of a man with hard muscles wrapped in girlish garters, kicking his legs into the air along with the other dancers flitted through his mind. The red windmill on top beckoned like a sirens call, promising the inside to be filled with mesmerizing objects and creatures that Poseidon, himself, could never imagine finding.

           Draco swallowed audibly.

           “Oh, did I get your attention then?” he smirked.

           He physically shook himself out of his trance “But… why would I be interested in seeing him? It’s not like I could ever stoop to, you know.” His cheeks would have warmed again if all the blood in his body was not currently making its way to his groin at the mere thought of what that statement entails. He most certainly could not ‘you know’ with the can-can dancer, but oh god, he wanted to.

           Blaise’s eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head and roll onto the cobbled ground beneath their feet. “What do you mean you are not going to ‘you know’ with him? You can’t not ‘you know’ with him! You know?”

           Draco did think that he knew, but one could never be too sure with his friends.

           How could he explain to Blaise that he just couldn’t? It would be too much like Plato’s Allegory of the Cave. Once he would have the knowledge of what is out there, he could never go back without driving himself mad.  For Blaise, it’s easy. He might, upon occasion, enjoy a tryst into the deviant Bohemian lifestyle of sexual freedom, but that is all they are to him; trysts. They don’t haunt him with realities of his ailment, nor do they taunt him with the knowledge that legality has nothing to do with familial obligations. “I can’t Blaise. I’m engaged.”

           “And I am married.” Blaise laughed. “What of it?

           The image of the man in garters returned “You, you just don’t understand.” Draco hissed. “You’ve a wife that does not mind you messing around with other people. You both are honest and open about who you are with each other. Don’t you understand that if I were to sleep with this man tonight, I could never allow my wife the honesty she deserves? I could never look at her and promise her that I would hold her above all else? Because I couldn’t Blaise, you know that I couldn’t. I would return here, every night if I could.” He looked into his friend’s eyes.

           Judging by the sadness he found there, he might now understand what he was feeling. But the steel in his eyes promised that the disagreement was not met. “Draco, listen to me. I know that I cannot fathom what it is to be in your situation, but you have got to let go. It is not healthy for a young man to repress his very nature.” He lifted his chin “Ms. Greengrass is not your wife as of yet. You have not even announced your formal engagement and this opportunity presents itself at just the appropriate moment, and you have decided to live your life never knowing? What would Pansy say if she could hear of you being a coward? This is a sign, Draco. One telling you that you must take care of your needs, which you do not do often enough, if at all.” He gave him a stern look. “If you choose to ignore this as a sign, then fate itself will punish you if my wife does not get to you first.”

           Draco looked at his dearest friend and saw the genuine concern that lay behind his words. As his courtship with Ms. Greengrass loomed in the near future, he became more withdrawn. Barely speaking to any of his former friends. He had spent all his energy on appearances, so worried that if he dared lose his footing in the proceedings, that everything would be revealed. Pansy had finally had enough of his distance and demanded his return to the land of the living, or she would make Hell seem like a sauna. It had worked, and he had promised her from then on to take care of himself.

           It seemed like an easy compromise. Pansy, for her part, would rather it if he would live openly and find himself a nice young gentleman to settle down with, the tart.

           “Fine, but you will stay with me Blaise Zabini, or you will find yourself on the end of your wife’s shrill descant.”

           The Cheshire cat grin reappeared. “Excellent.” He straightened Draco’s jacket, and pushed him inside the doors. “I promise you will not regret this.”

Got7 reaction to you previously dating a female idol

A/N - Anon requested reaction~ I loved doing this one bc we need way more lgbt+ representation in fanfics. I do want to say that I think all the boys wouldn’t really care if you had dated a girl before, whether she was an idol or not and they’d be supportive of you no matter what. Also for some reason this request kind of reminds me of the song ‘She’ by Dodie Clark haha. Hope you all enjoy!

Mark: Hearing that you had dated girls before would just make Mark love you even more. He’d be so happy that you were comfortable telling him about such a big part of your life.

JB: JB would probably get more protective over you since you were attracted to both men and women. He’d want to make sure no one steals you away from him because he loves you too much.

Jackson: Jackson would be so supportive and would find it awesome that you had dated a female idol before. He wouldn’t care at all but would want to know who you had dated just so he knows not to fanboy over them around you!

Jinyoung: I think Jinyoung would be similar to JB because he’d be a little more worried about you becoming attracted to someone else. Obviously he’d trust you but he’d still have a little worry in the back of his mind since you liked both men and women.

Youngjae: Youngjae would be curious as to who you had dated no doubt their gender so finding out you had dated girls wouldn’t really bother him. He’d just be happy that you could trust him enough to tell him.

Bambam: Knowing you had dated girls would probably mean that Bambam is more open about his idol crushes. No doubt the two of you would fangirl and fanboy over your female celebrity crushes together as you snuggled in bed.

Yugyeom: Yugyeom wouldn’t mind at all if you had dated girls before. He’d just see it as another part of you that he loves and accepts without hesitation. No matter what he’d always care for you and previously dating a girl wouldn’t change that.

Hamilton songs in a nutshell

Alexander Hamilton: everything goes wrong 

Aaron Burr, Sir: everything rhymes also BRRAH BRRAH

My Shot: hype af also plot

The Story of Tonight: raise a glass to freedom

The Schuyler Sisters: aND PEGGY also enter Eliza and Angelica

Farmer Refuted: fuck u britain and u too samuel seabury

You’ll Be Back: king george is a yandere

Right Hand Man: haMILTON WE NEED YOU

A Winter’s Ball: fuckbois everywhere

Helpless: Eliza x Hamilton otp

Satisfied: heartbreaking regret™

The Story of Tonight (Reprise): the act I shitpost also aaron has a british wife

Wait for It: deep af™

Stay Alive: fucking charles lee

Ten Duel Commandments: this song is cool now but wait until later in the play

Meet Me Inside: alexander you had ONE JOB jfc go home

That Would Be Enough: literally don’t die that’s all I ask of you

Guns and Ships: lafAYETTE also we’re screwed we need alexander back

History Has It’s Eyes On You: hamilton I’ll let you fight but don’t be an idiot


What Comes Next: lol good luck by yourself

Dear Theodosia: Aaron tries his best, Hamilton shows off his son

Non-Stop: alexander hamilton shut the FUCK UP

What’d I Miss: thomas jefferson in the FUCKING HOUSE

Cabinet Battle #1: epic rap battles of history af

Take A Break: un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf

Say No to This: alexander does a massive bad

The Room Where It Happens: Compromises are made

Schuyler Defeated: alex: what the shit burr?? burr:  ¯\_ ツ _/¯

Cabinet Battle #2: we cannot square up

Washington On Your Side: we gotta expose hamilton

One Last Time: washington more like washingdone

I Know Him: John Adams for president? lol you wild

The Adams Administration: bye hamilton 

We Know: yeah I cheated on my wife but I didn’t steal money

Hurricane: it’s a bad idea but an idea nonetheless

The Reynolds Pamphlet: he exposed himself?? yo he wild

Burn: the heartbreak of act II

Blow Us All Away: nononononononono


It’s Quiet Uptown: sadness squared

The Election of 1800: jefferson wins and burr is salty

Your Obedient Servant: yknow what fuck you hamilton square up

Best of Wives and Best of Women: shit’s going down son

The World Was Wide Enough: hamilton is fucking dead

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: crying ensues