if i were to believe the rumors about her

intimacy-issues-and-a-gun

Idk if its ever been confirmed but there’s always been suspicions that Kris and OJ had an affair. I believe it to be honest. Kris is so fame and money hungry, she’ll latch onto anyone who can keep her in the spotlight.

I’ve never heard about the affair rumor but to be honest I wouldn’t be surprised if it was true. What pisses me off is that Kris always acts like she was such a good friend of Nicole when she wasn’t, I mean, they were close but I bet Nicole had no idea of how much of a snake Kris was.

Tiny Receipt

Okay so I’ve been sitting on this receipt for a while now. I wasn’t even going to post it because I didn’t want to deal with like a thousand anti’s swarming my inbox calling me a liar. I have told this to a few people who I talk to regularly. Believe me or don’t I’m only posting it because people’s spirits are low because of the baby stuff. ANYWHO…

So a few months ago I went up to NYC to stay with my moms friend. I’m gonna put it out there, she’s rich. Like very very rich, penthouse rich. They live on the upper west side. Basically they have money. Anyways while I was there I was walking around the city with my mother and her friend who we were staying with. My mom is like high key tourist, she’s not a city person to say the least so she asked her friend, “do you ever see any celebrities walking around?” Her friend said that she wouldn’t know them even if she saw them, she doesn’t know who like any celebs are but that they did see jake gyllenhaal at a doctors office once with her daughter. Then she proceeded to say, “but ask (her daughter) because she knows them all”.

I Skyped with her daughter a couple weeks later for help with a resume thing and while we were chatting I brought it up, just curious to see who she had seen because her mom made it seem like it was a few people. She said a few names, one of them being one direction. She then said a few more but of course my ears only heard one thing. I calmly tried to ask questions without being too obvious. She’s a fan, not an intense fan like she doesn’t have a tumblr or anything but she knows who they are. She said one day about a year ago she was running and at the end of her run she was headed back towards her parents apartment when she saw two members of one direction. She’s like “Lauren unless you knew them you would never in a million years guess it was them. The only reason I knew was because I was a fan.” She said at first she spotted Harry because “he’s tall and he didn’t have a hat on but he did have sunglasses, so I could see his hair that’s how I recognized him”. She couldn’t tell at first who he was with. Only that it was someone small, as they were walking on the other side, farthest from the street, and Harry was almost blocking them.

Eventually she noticed that it was indeed Louis. And that they were both very dressed down. She basically said that they were walking down the street very close together, Louis was holding a cup in his hand, she said he looked very tiny and vey cute. They were in a conversation and that she could hear them laughing. At one point Harry took the cup out of louis’ hand and drank from it. She said they looked very sweet and very cozy, like they were in their own little world. I asked her why she didn’t go up to them and she basically said 1) she was gross from running and 2) she didn’t want to bother them because nobody had recognized them and they looked like they were just enjoying their time together uninterrupted. So yeah nothing major but a cute little receipt. Like I say believe me or don’t. I personally trust her, she has zero reason to lie she knows who they are but could care less about their lives. Up until then she thought Harry was legit out of the closet. I had to let her in on a few things. 🙂🙃🙂.

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 2

Okay okay!! You guys are chomping at the bit for more of this story! You can blame a lot of this on @outlandishchridhe who has become my plot monster for this. And thanks to @shortiemcbealle for some of your amazing ideas!

Part One


Claire wiped down the bar, scrubbing some stickiness off the polished wood. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Frank in three days, ignoring his calls and refusing to open the door when he came by. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Jamie in that time either. It wasn’t until she’d gone home after her classes that she realized she didn’t have his phone number or even know his last name.

If his schedule stayed as it usually did, he’d likely be by the bar tonight. Claire began mixing drinks for a cluster of women at one end of the bar when someone leaned close to her.

“Why won’t you answer my calls?”

No greeting, just a demand. How very like him.

“Piss off, Frank.”

“Claire, can’t we at least talk about this?”

“Talk about what? You fucking a girl who’s barely legal?”

His lips formed a hard line as he glared at her. But she wasn’t going to roll over and take it. Not after everything she’d given up for him.

“It wasn’t like that, Claire.”

“I don’t care how it was, Frank. The one thing I asked of you was for you to remain faithful to me. I heard the rumors at Oxford, before we moved, but I didn’t want to believe them. I suppose those were true too, weren’t they?”

“Now hang on, that’s not fair.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Not fair? Please, Frank. Tell me how you’re the victim in all this.”

“I wasn’t looking for something with her,” he said, almost too quietly for her to hear. “But there she was. And, well…”

Frank looked her up and down, an almost sad expression in his eyes.

“Well what?”

“Well, if only you’d put a little more effort into taking care of yourself, I might not have been so tempted.”

Feeling like she’d taken a punch in the gut, her mouth fell open. How could he say such a thing?

“Sassenach!”

The pain of Frank’s betrayal disappeared in that single Gaelic word she didn’t really understand. Heat pooled in her belly at the sound of his call. That night with him had been amazing, unlike any experience she’d ever had. She’d had dreams about him every night since they’d slept together, though none of them had been as intense as reality.

“Jamie!”

“Thank God you’re working tonight,” he said, his face serious.

Claire frowned at him, concerned.

“We’ve got your favorite beer two for one tonight,” she said, already pulling out a glass.

“You know his favorite beer?” Frank said, looking at Jamie with complete disgust.

After rolling her eyes, she filled a glass for Jamie and gave it to him.

“I’m a bartender, Frank. That’s my job.”

Suddenly Jamie’s expression changed and he looked between Claire and Frank.

“Frank… Randall?” he asked.

Belatedly, she realized that Jamie hadn’t ever met Frank and was only just putting together who he was. Something darkened those sapphire blue eyes, something deep and filled with rage.

“Yes, my ex-boyfriend.”

“Ex? Claire, I thought we could talk about this, work things out.”

Glaring at him, she shook her head.

“No. We’re done talking. I didn’t answer your calls for a reason. You slept with another woman while I was in class, and that’s not something I’ll get over.”

“I won’t see her again. I promise. And all you need to do is comb your hair a little and maybe wear some nicer clothes and-”

A loud thud had Claire spinning around, bottle of vodka in hand. Frank had disappeared and Jamie was shaking his hand.

“Jamie!”

“I heard what he said to ye a moment ago. I didna get here in time to hit him for it, but I could hit him for that. He shouldna speak to ye so.”

Frank staggered back to his feet, glaring.

“And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?!”

Jamie ignored him and looked at Claire.

“Sassenach, we need to talk.”

Frowning, she nodded to the other end of the bar. Jamie followed her, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Look, I’m sorry for skipping out on you the other morning, I just-”

“No, it’s fine. I ken you’ve classes that are important to ye. I only wondered how much of that night ye remember.”

Her face flushed deep scarlet and she busied herself with straightening the basket of pretzels in front of her.

“Well, ah… I remember… You… I mean we… That is to say you came over and-”

“I ken what happened when I came over. But before that. What can ye remember?”

Thinking hard, she realized it was fuzzy.

“I can’t recall.”

“Are ye sure?”

“It’s all fuzzy. I found out about Frank, came here, got drunk. You came and sat down and drank with me. We… We left, trying to find a cab, but we couldn’t. And then… We were in my apartment.”

After a deep breath, he slid the paper over to her. She opened it and her eyes went wide.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said.

“I dinna think it’s a joke, Sassenach. That’s a real certificate.”

“Of marriage?!”

“I’m afraid so.”

She stared at the bottom at her own signature, right beside Jamie’s.

“How many names do you have?!”

“Three,” he said abruptly. “Claire I’m so sorry. I didna mean to do… Whatever this is. I’m sure we can find a way to annul it or somesuch.”

“We’re actually married?!”

His hands spread on the bar, the fingers of his left twitching.

“Aye, it seems we are. I’m so verra sorry, Claire. I ken we were both drunk, but I shouldna ha’ taken advantage like that.”

“This… This can’t be legally binding.”

“Weel, it says here the man is licensed by the state o’ Nevada. According to some old Scottish customs, consummation is what makes it legally binding. And, ach… Weel, we did that.”

Claire jumped as one of the other bartenders brushed by her.

“Look, can you wait until my shift is over? We need to talk about this.”

“Aye, I’ll wait.”

“Take the beer while you wait. I’ll… I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”

###

Jamie sat in a corner and waited for her. The whole night she looked distracted, serving her customers with an absent smile. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d just found out that she’d married a strange Scotsman she hardly knew!

Finally, her shift was over and she came out from behind the bar. Frank, damn him, was still hanging about. He’d been drinking a bit, though Jamie had only had his one glass. As Claire made her way towards him, Frank got up from his seat.

“Claire,” he drawled, very drunk. “We need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about. Go off with whoever it was you were sleeping with.”

Jamie stood as well, preparing to leave.

“No! This isn’t over!”

Frank made to grab for Claire, long fingers reaching for her like talons. Jamie stepped in front of her, blocking Frank.

“Aye, it is,” Jamie said, bringing himself up to his full height. “I’ll thank you to keep your hands off my wife.”

“Oh piss off. This’s nothing to do with you.”

One of the security personnel approached them.

“Is there a problem here, Claire?”

“Hello Harvey, I’m afraid Doctor Randall here has had enough. Could you be sure he gets a cab home?”

Harvey nodded and glared down at Frank.

“You heard her, let’s go.”

With her bag over her shoulder, Claire nodded at the door and Jamie made to follow her out.

“Please Claire!”

Frank made a grab for her again, but Jamie grabbed his outstretched hand and twisted it behind his back.

“She’s asked ye kindly to leave her be. If ye wish to keep this arm attached to the rest of yer body, I recommend ye do as she says.”

Harvey took over after that and pushed Frank out of the bar, giving him a well-rehearsed lecture on treating women right.

“Thank you,” Claire said, wrapping her arms right around herself.

“I ken the situation we’re in is a bit… sticky. But I’ll no’ leave ye to deal wi’ him alone if I can help it.”

“Damn it,” she muttered, holding her keys in her hand.

Jamie walked beside her, waiting.

“He has a key to my apartment.”

“Ye can come and stay wi’ me, if ye prefer.”

“You move fast, don’t you?” she asked with a smirk.

His ears burned red and he looked down.

“Ye dinna have to stay, I just thought ye’d like a place where he’ll no’ find ye.”

“I would appreciate that, thank you,” she said quietly.

He drove them to his apartment and let her inside. Being late as it was, or early, he was exhausted and he knew she was as well.

“I dinna work tomorrow,” he said, locking the deadbolt on his door. “So you’re welcome to stay the night here if ye wish. I’ll take the couch.”

“But this is your home. I can’t take your bed from you.”

“It’s my home and I can do wi’ it what I wish. Please, ye need the rest. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you… Could I borrow a shirt or something to sleep in? I smell like work.”

“Sure.”

Jamie rummaged in his dresser and handed her a shirt that would be far too large for her.

“Thank you, for doing this. Once we’re better rested, we can talk about what this all… means.”

“Aye. Rest well, Sassenach.”

Taking an extra pillow from the bed and the tartan blanket he’d brought from Scotland, he went out to the couch.

###

The bed was comfortable, but it smelled of him. So did the shirt she wore. The scent brought back memories of that wild night when they’d… Well, when they’d gotten married apparently. She tossed and turned for a while before slipping out of the bed. Walking quietly, she saw him on the couch, eyes closed. But his breathing wasn’t steady enough for him to be asleep.

“I can’t sleep,” she said quietly.

“Me either.”

“Would you mind if we talked for a bit?”

Sitting up, he patted the seat beside him. Easing herself onto the couch, she pulled at the hem of the shirt. Why she was so self conscious she didn’t understand, he’d already seen every bit of her.

“What would ye like to talk about, Sassenach?”

“I can’t be married to you.”

His brows rose.

“And why is that? I believe there’s a paper in my pocket that says otherwise.”

“I don’t even know your real name.”

With a dignified bow, or what he could accomplish while sitting on a couch, he met her eyes.

“It’s Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”

“Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.”

She extended her hand and he shook it.

“Pleasure to meet ye, Claire.”

They fell silent for a time, his thumb making small circles on the back of her hand.

“Tell me about your family.”

Smiling, he took a deep breath and offered her one end of the wool blanket.

“How many generations back?”

Thankful for the extra covering, she settled into her seat.

“Your parents will do.”

They passed hours, just talking, getting to know one another for the first time. The more they talked, the closer they became. He told her of his parents, his older sister, his older brother who had gotten sick as a child and died. She told him how her parents had died, about being raised by her odd uncle. Neither of them explored how they’d both ended up in Las Vegas, but that didn’t seem to matter.

When her eyes began to droop, she heard Jamie laugh.

“Lay your head, Sassenach. Get some rest.”

Letting out a deep sigh she closed her eyes.

She woke the next morning with her head on his chest. His arms were comfortably around her and she realized abruptly she was laying completely on top of him. The woolen blanket was draped over them both, but the body beneath her was pleasantly warm.

For a moment, she watched his sleeping face. He was perfectly at peace, his mouth hanging open a little. Frank would never have done this, never stayed up late just to talk with her. Whenever he held her at night, it was always a little stiff, even in sleep. He was never perfectly comfortable with her. This odd intimacy she had with Jamie was beyond anything she could have imagined having with anyone.

His breathing changed as he woke and she smiled up into his blue eyes.

“Good morning to ye, Sassenach.”

“Morning, Jamie.”

“I didna get to say that, last time.”

She winced.

“Sorry about that.”

One corner of his mouth ticked up in a smirk.

“Dinna fash. I could fix ye some breakfast though, if ye like.”

“I’d like that.”

They moved at the same time, her trying to let him up, him trying to slide out from beneath her without dropping her on the ground. The result of their simultaneous action had something stiff pressing into Claire’s belly. Immediately red crept up Jamie’s neck, settling in his ears.

“Ah… Apologies, Sassenach.”

Her own cheeks burned and she moved off him, giving him the blanket as covering. Why did she feel so silly with him all of a sudden?

“It’s fine,” she said, unable to look at him for the moment.

“I’ll just be a moment. Then I’ll come fix ye some breakfast and we’ll talk about what’s to do next, aye?”

Daring a glance up at him, she gave him a small smile and nodded.

anonymous asked:

Are you gonna stick around and keep doing Swan Queen metas, even tho they're not endgame? (crying hysterically rn)

I haven’t seen anything that changed my mind in these last episodes. I just didn’t expect it to be quite as vague and ambiguous. My theories are all tied to OperationOUT and there was a lot of confirmation. The existence of the story realms was tied directly to the state of Emma’s mind, I’m not sure if they could have been more overt.

Then there was Emma’s tattoo that only appeared after Emma’s car crash, which I talk about here.

It was missing again in the asylum where Emma tried to step away from the fairy tales - even if I don’t think she’s actually in an asylum, the medical setting was realistic. In conscious reality Emma doesn’t have a tattoo.

There was another reminder both of the invite of the forbidden fruit, but also of the apple as a symbol of consciousness. I’ve been saying Emma and Regina’s story can only start to play out after Emma wakes up, so all these symbols of waking mean it can finally start to happen. We had the song “In my dreams” earlier this season with exactly the message that your dreams may come true, with then several scenes of Emma and Regina matching the lyrics.

Henry’s book told the story of Snow & Charming’s happiness and their family life and history. We thought it was the story of his parents, but he told his grandparents’ story with Snow even singing at the wedding that it was her long term wish coming true. The book we finished was that of the Charmings.

Now it’s time for the next generation… so maybe Lucy can tell the story of how her grandmothers met and fell in love. Henry’s book ended after the Final Battle, but in Lucy’s book, the celebration scene was clearly only the middle of the book. Hook is posed as Judas during the Last Supper, hinting he may soon be betraying Emma. Jesus died not long after the Last Supper, so the Premiere for the next season may turn the happiness on its head and show us why Lucy had to come and find  Henry to save his family. The cover of her book has a mirror and an apple tree, so it seems focused on Regina’s perspective.

Interestingly, I’d recently read the book the Writer’s journey and while reading I thought we were at the point of Resurrection for Emma - so I was pleasantly surprised to see the Last Supper reference - but I was wondering how they were going to do it. They really seem to be following the structure of this book, but it’s written with film in mind more so than tv. They describe it as a moment where the audience really needs to believe the Hero is dead. I was wondering how that would work on Once, because they’ve killed so many characters and revived them with TLK or brought them back later. In film a few seconds too long under water is enough to create the right effect but on a tv show that’s been going as long as Once Upon a Time, they’d need to do something drastic to emotionally put us in that same position.

…so when JMo announced she was leaving I was shocked and sad… until I realized that answered my question. I was feeling exactly how I was supposed to feel at the point before Resurrection. It was the answer to a question I’d asked myself before the news. We all have to believe that Emma is really gone for good otherwise the moment she comes back doesn’t have the same effect.

Which got me wondering about all the ways this could play out and they could continue to tell her story. 

  • Jmo comes back for the finale
  • The story is mostly told through other characters like they’ve been doing with the parallels
  • Initial part-time rumors were true and she comes back for the second half
  • The interviews are PR stunts to enhance the Resurrection effect
  • They bring back little Emma, teen Emma or another Emma at a different age
  • Lily comes back to play out her story, they merge and their experiences are suddenly shared
  • Emma is lost but sends messages to her family who follow the trail - voice overs
  • There are rumors about an 8th season, resurrection happens and she comes back

Another possibility I was wondering about is that they may have shot scenes throughout the years to be used now. These scenes in particular come to mind.

A huge set and a beautiful dress we never saw.


Season one showed us the fairy tales we thought we knew and showed us how our assumptions were wrong and it wasn’t the black and white world we thought it was. Now it seems like history is repeating itself… what if all along they planned to fill the gaps of their story? What if they’re doing the same thing to their own fairy tale? “Hah, you assume you know what happened? Well, no, this is what actually happened.” And Lucy’s book shows us scenes that are already shot, but they reframe everything we’ve just seen over the course of 6 years. Or even just starting at the Dark Swan arc, where we know for sure 3 weeks are missing and the writers let us know it was on purpose.

So to answer your question… unless I get bored or busy, I’ll probably still be writing these thingies, yes. I’ve only seen the finale once in bad quality, so this isn’t a coherent post, but just some of my initial thoughts I thought you might like.

Tiptoe (Derek Hale)

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

Requested by @hale-ish: Hi its me again, and I wanted a to request a Derek Hale imagine where the reader is an artist and she sits I the forest a lot and paints. She even painted the old hale house once, Derek kicks her off the property the first time they meet but she keeps coming back & her and derek hit it off ?

Rating: fluff

A/N:The wait is over, I hope you like it!


She sat in the glimmering shine of the moonlight, her brush steady in her hand as she painted the frayed household of the legendary Hales. She had heard stories about this house, stories that were suited for campfire gatherings. Y/N was never one to believe in rumors, but admittedly, the stories spread chills down her spine.

Despite her slight discomfort, she continued painting. What caught her attention was the slight tapping of footsteps on wood. She paused momentarily. However her curiosity faded with the ceasing of the sound. She resumed her meditation; painting. Painting was her salvation; her diversion from the lonesome reality.

“Who the hell are you?” A voice startled her which caused an unwanted streak across the painting. Y/N looked past her canvas, only for her to meet a pair of wrathful eyes.

 "I’m Y/N, who the hell are you?“ she mimicked his former words. “I’m none of your business, now get off of my property” his voice deep and unforgiving. 

“You’re a Hale?” her words were coated with disbelief. “I thought they all died in the fire” Y/N spoke lowly to herself. “Surprise surprise, I’m not dead. Now leave” she scoffed at his rudeness, but nonetheless collected her belongings and walked away.

Y/N was never a fan of poor treatment, therefore she returned to the Hale residence in order to complete her painting. Little to her knowledge, the man from the previous day, was observing her delicate movements of the brush. She had a graceful aura, somewhat entrancing. 

He had to admit, her obstinance was quite attractive. Derek caught himself smiling at her, although his face quickly shifted back to its everyday scowl. He stomped down the stairs and out the door in preparation to scold the strong-willed young lady.

“I was going to threaten you with the police, but that would be ironic considering my reputation” he leaned against the wooden post that held the house with folded arms. 

“I will leave,” she began. “Once I finish this painting” she kept a straight face while focusing on her illustration. Derek walked past her and stood so he could get a better view of the painting. “You’re gonna catch flies” she closed his mouth with the other end of her brush, giggling. 

“That’s fascinating” he spoke in awe. “Thank you” she blushed to herself whilst trying her best to not lose focus on her masterpiece, however, Derek’s piercing gaze to the back of her head made it difficult for her to do so. He sat himself next to her and observed for hours until she was done. 

“There,” she said taking a step back to earn a better view of the canvas. “Now, I’ll leave” she said and gathered her things. 

“Wait!” He finally said when she was starting to fade from his eyesight. 

“You were so eager for me to leave, and now you want me to wait” Y/N raised a skeptical brow  at the male. “You forgot this,” he took a hold of her hand and closed her bracelet around it. “I usually take it off before painting so I-” She realized she was rambling. 

“Thank you” she smiled. “Wait” he said once more when she turned to leave. “I would like to take you out sometime, maybe you can tell me why you take off your bracelet when you paint” he said causing a shy smile to appear on her lips. 

“I would like that…”

“Derek”

“Derek” she smiled and shook his hand.

White and Red

Originally posted by blood-and-passion

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3726
Warning: Smut

RequestThank you! I was thinking about Ivar being completely in love with YN who’s his total opposite, but they complete each other, always relying in one another. Just a romantic Ivar. What do you think?

Notes: Hey anon! Here’s your request. I really hope that you will like it and that it’s the Ivar you imagined. I’ve got a bit carried away with it and it came out way much longer than what I had planned but who’s complaining? I added a sex scene at the end, I hope it doesn’t bother you! Again, sorry if there’s any mistakes. Enjoy heathens!


You’ve always been the kind of girl who wears her heart on her sleeves. Always caring for everyone, and always here to help. You were well known for your kindness and your beauty and people loved you. You were the daughter of the blacksmith in Kattegat and your duty was to sell his products on the market. Your father’s work was really appreciated and the majority of the warriors came to you in order to buy their new weapons. That’s where you met the princes of Kattegat. You remembered the first time they showed up at your stall. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd were flirting with you and you blushed at every word they said. You were shy and not used to that. But the one who caught your attention was Ivar. 

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Justin Foley x Reader: No more secrets

A/N: Hope you like this imagine I am pretty proud of it so I hope you guys like it. Also in this imagine Jessica never got raped.

Warnings: Mention of rape, Mention of suicide, Swearing

How could he do this to me? Why wouldn’t he tell me? That were just a few thoughts that were running through your head. You had found out what Justin had done to Hannah and you couldn’t believe it. You and Hannah were friends and your long time boyfriend was one of the reasons why she killed herself. You were talking to Tony when he had told you about the tapes Hannah never asked him to tell you something or give them to you but he felt like you needed to know why she did what she did. You were happy that you finally knew why she did it but you that still didn’t bring her back and then to find out that your boyfriend is one of the reasons you just couldn’t believe it. You knew that he would be at Bryce’s and even though you didn’t want to see or have anything to do with that rapist you had to put that aside because you just needed to talk to Justin. You knocked on his front door hard and angrily and stopped when he opened the door.

“Oh hey Y/N. What’s up?” Bruce asked with a smirk.

“Get out of my way Bryce I need to talk to Justin.” You said pushing past him.

You walked to the pool house and angrily stormed inside which startled Justin. He looked behind him and smiled when he saw you but that smile immediately dropped when he sad how angry you were.

“What the hell Justin!?” You yelled angrily.

“Wow babe what’s going on?” He asked confused as he stood up from the couch and walked towards you.

“I heard the tapes Justin.” You said angrily as you crossed your arm.

“L-look Y/N you don’t understand.” He said with a scared look on his face.

“There’s nothing to understand Justin. How could you do something like that?” You asked looking down.

“Now babe look you can’t believe her okay. She lied okay.” He said as he tried to take your hand.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” You said as you pulled your hand away from him.

“Why would she lie about something like that Justin. And I heard the rumors too you know so I know she’s not lying.” You said angrily.

“Y/N I’m sorry please I know you were friends with her but how was I supposed to know at that time what damage that would bring and also you can’t blame it all on me Bryce is the one who send the picture to everyone.” He said with tears in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have taken that picture in the first place. And another thing why are you protecting Bryce he’s a rapist why are you still friends with him.” You said crossing your arms.

“I-I know that I never should have said that we did more then just kiss. I know I’m wrong I know that I killed her but there’s nothing I can do about it now. At the time it happened I didn’t think that it was that big of a deal. And about Bryce it’s complicated.” He said as some tears rolled down his face.

“What’s complicated about it? He’s a rapist he needs to be behind bars. I know he is one of your best friends and that you always stay with him when your mom and her asshole boyfriend are being annoying but you now you can stay with me too if you need to.” You said.

“Yeah I know but l-look Y/N just forget about it okay. I know that protecting him might seem wrong but. Look we don’t have any proof okay. He isn’t gonna admit to doing it and who is gonna believe a dead girl.” He said sitting back down.

“Look Justin I love you so much. But after finding out what you did and that you keep protecting him. I know that Hannah is dead but who would lie about getting raped. You just want to protect him and I can’t be with someone who does stuff like this Justin.” You said tears forming in your eyes.

“N-no no no, please Y/N please don’t break up with me. I love you so much.” He said as he stood up crying and freaking out because you were breaking up with him.”

“I’m sorry Justin but I-I have to.” You said also crying.

“No no please, please Y/n don’t do this to me.” He said crying.

“I’m sorry Justin. Goodbye.” You said wiping away some of your tears.

Justin just broke down he fell on the ground and sobbed so hard and so loud. You were crying and when Bryce started to ask questions about what happened you just ignored him and kept walking. That night Bryce had invited over the rest of the guys to cheer Justin up a bit but while the other were playing poker or playing video games he was just drinking and drinking. He was trying to drown his sadness. You were in your room trying not to start crying again so you decided to do some homework to distract you when suddenly your phone went off. You looked at the caller I.D. and saw that it was Justin.

“What is it Justin?” You asked harsher then you had expected.

“Hey Y/N uhh I uhh just wanted to say sorry again and that I love you and also I’m drunk and I miss you. Please come back to me and take me back I’ll do anything to get you back.” He said.

You could hear that he was very very drunk and even though you broke up with him you were concerned about him. So you decided to go to Bryce’s house to get him.

“Justin please just stop drinking. I’ll be right there to come and get you.” You said putting on your shoes.

You got into your car and drove to Bryce’s house you walked inside his house cause for some reason his door was open and walked to the pool house. You immediately went to Justin and he immediately hugged you.

“I’m so so so so so sorry babe please just take me back. I’m a mess without you.” He said hugging you.

“Come on Justin you’re coming home with me. Then we’ll talk.” You said taking his arm and dragging him out of the pool house ignoring everyone’s questions.

After a few minutes you arrived at your house and you went inside. You wen to your room and gave him some water to drink.

“I’m serious Y/N I’m a mess without you please take me back.” He said after he was a little bit more sober.

“I know that Justin and I wanna be with you to. But how can I know that you will never do anything like that to me.” You said looking at him.

“How? Because I’ve learned from my mistakes. I don’t know why I did what I did and believe me or not I feel horrible about it. But please you have to believe me when I say I will never ever do that to you.” He said looking into your eyes.

“Okay I believe you.” You said taking his hand.

“So does that mean you will take me back?” He asked a little excited.

“Yes I’ll take you back. But that means no more secrets okay.” You said with a smile.

“Promise no more secrets. I would kiss you but I feel like I’m gonna puke so I’m not gonna do that.” He said holding your hand.

“I love you Y/N.” He said with a smile.

“I love you too Justin.”

aaltena26  asked:

My birthday is February 18. Could I have Smitty age gap please and thank you?

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Happy, happy birthday @aaltena26! To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @booksrockmyface has written this wonderful bit of Everlark, just for you. Enjoy!!


Dream Come True

Rated: Explicit

Trigger warning: Brief talk of a four wheeler (ATV) accident and a resulting injury ending in amputation of a limb.

Author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope this is all you were hoping for and that your day is THE BEST! Much thanks to thesaltywinteradult for helping me get this story figured out when I got stuck on a transition.

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Peeta remembered staying up late when he was eight years old to see Katniss Everdeen compete in the final archery round in Athens. She had been a frontrunner from the start, especially since she’d just barely missed out getting into the games four years before. She was his first crush.

When he was put in charge of showing the Olympian around campus as the Student Activities Board president, he was beside himself with excitement. He’d get to talk to her. Get her settled into her hotel. Introduce her to the group of students that would gather to see her archery demonstration.

“Calm down, Mellark. She’s just a person.” He told himself as he bounced around in the parking lot waiting for her arrival. “A really hot person you’ve had a crush on nearly all your like, but a person nonetheless.”

A compact car that looked like it had seen better days pulled in and Katniss Everdeen emerged. She was even more beautiful that Peeta could have ever imagined. Her long brown hair hung in waves over her shoulders. The sign, “Dangerous curves” came to mind as she stretched and looked around. She removed her sunglasses and sent a smile Peeta’s way, causing him to suddenly lose his normal ability to talk as her grey eyes landed on him.

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Brew

Summary: You team up with your friend Eileen on a wendigo hunt, and the Winchesters tag along.

Characters (Pairing): Eileen, Reader, Sam & Dean (None really. Hinted Sam x Eileen, Dean x reader.)

Words: ~5400

Warnings: Canon-typical violence and injuries, nothing graphic. Dean being kind of a dick. Self-doubt. Maybe language?

Author’s note: Here’s my entry to Jess’ Hunter Celebration Challenge ( @trexrambling ). My prompts were Eileen, a hot pot/cup of coffee and wendigo.  Gotta say Jess, it really was a challenge, but I’m happy with the result - hope you like it too.

Thank you to @ilostmyshoe-79 for beta’ing - your comments were precious and help much appreciated!

Author’s note II: The bolded text is dialogue in ASL (American Sign Language), italics are inner thoughts and such.

Happy reading - and if you care to leave a few words, I’d love to hear what you think!


The cave looks like a hungry mouth on the side of the hill; wide open, pitch black, and ready to devour you. It looks menacing, and a part of you really doesn’t want to go in there, but this is where the trail led you, the monster’s lair. And you are a hunter.

You crouch behind the bushes next to Eileen and the two of you spend a moment just observing before she nods towards the cavern. You nod back and lead the way. You slip in, Eileen close behind you, and advance carefully, feeling the stony floor with your feet before each step. Something cracks under your boot and you cringe, but decide not to think what it was.

The cave twists and you sense a larger space ahead. There’s also some light, a faint shimmer from a crack somewhere above, but it’s not enough to really see. But there is something in the back of the cave.

“Sam? Dean?”

Your whisper sounds too loud and echoes until it sounds like the whole cave is whispering their names. You shiver. The cave is cold, but you’re sweating and you know it’s for fear. You inch ahead, Eileen’s hand brushing your shoulder, letting you know she’s close. After a few more steps you’re sure it’s them, tied up and hanging from the ceiling. You glance at Eileen, but you can’t see her face so you reach for her hand and sign on it.

‘Check them. I’ll keep watch.’

She brushes past you and you face the cave. There might be other ways in and out, but you can’t know for sure. You hear Dean groan behind you, but he quiets down quickly, and you assume Eileen told him to. At least he’s alive. You hope Sam is too.

Your eyes are pretty useless in the dark, so you listen to any sound, even the smallest shift in the air, hoping to get some kind of warning before the inevitable happens.

All you get is a fraction of a second before the monster is on you. You see its shape, and you fire, but miss. Eileen rushes to your help, but she doesn’t even have time to shoot before the monster knocks the gun from her hand. She’s fearless, trying to fight the thing off with her knife, and you dive for her gun, deeming it quicker than reloading your own. But the evil son of a bitch is fast, and the gun flies from your hand before you can aim. Eileen jumps on the monster’s back, and it growls, reaching over its shoulder, and she screams as its claws cut her skin.

Dean is shouting, telling you to run, but you can’t get to your feet and the beast is between you and the exit anyways. You scramble back as the monster leaves Eileen in a heap on the floor and turns to you.

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Tally Marks

So last year there was this girl that I’ll call “Mary” that was one year above me and everyone said she was a hoe like there were rumors she did it with a co-worker at her job at McDonald’s in a supply closet(it was true and I now refuse to buy food from that McDonald’s) and would constantly talk about her sex life she was so well known for her hoe status that freshmen that came THIS YEAR who barely didn’t know her asked about her and there’s even a stairwell people refer to at my school as “Mary’s stairwell” bc she sucked d*ck in that stairwell.

Well this year she switched schools bc so many ppl did not like her (I had no beef with her but didn’t want to be associated with her bc she’s so problematic) and some wanted to jump her well there was rumor that in the stairwell that led down to the gym downstairs there was this tally mark chart called “Mary’s Tallies” the chart was about how many d*cks she sucked.

I did not believe it until I went to that stairwell and it was there in sharpie plain as day there were 17 TALLY MARKS with the words “and counting….” So many people kept talking and posting about it the school had to paint the stairwell with paint to it cover it up the next week.

jael-paris  asked:

Hey, resident script writer! Could you tell us more about script doctoring since we all just learned Carrie Fisher's been doing it in the shadows for decades?

Of course! XD And thanks for asking!

First, let me give you the technical definition of a script doctor, as given to us by the Great God Wikipedia:

[[Screencap of Google Wikipedia result, which says: A script doctor, also called a script consultant, is a screenwriter or playwright hired by a film, television or theatre production to rewrite an existing script or polish specific aspects of it, including structure, characterization, dialogue, pacing, theme, and other elements.]]

This is true, as far as it goes. What this definition leaves out, though, is that a script doctor is the Hollywood screenplay version of a ghost-writer – meaning, they don’t usually get official credit for their work.  They are paid a set amount to “doctor” an existing script – which can mean anything from a quick “punch up” (i.e., a polish,) of the existing dialogue and action, to a rewrite of the plot itself – but the credit for the screenplay will most likely still be given to the original screenwriter(s).

Why is this? Well, for a number of reasons, both commercial and artistic. 

Firstly, we must remember that writers work in a primarily intellectual and intangible medium – words on paper can be easily scrubbed out, files erased, and notes lost. So it becomes difficult sometimes to prove that a story came from one writer’s brain as opposed to another. Things get even more complicated because there are those who are the Idea Guys, those who are the Collaboration Kids, those who are the Nuts and Bolts Gals, and those who are all three. So, one person might have come up with the idea for a movie or a television pilot, written the treatment (synopsis,) or outlined the story – and then another person will be the one who actually writes the script.  

Because of this, one of the most often contested issues in the Writer’s Guild becomes, “Who gets credit for this??” This is vital, because whoever gets the credit gets three VERY important things: 

  1. A reputation-boosting line on their resume
  2. A step towards eligibility to join the WGA, the writers’ union 
  3. The right to residual profits (i.e., royalties.) 

Since a screenwriter’s career depends entirely upon selling their next script, you can see how gaining a good reputation and joining the union is of utmost importance. As for royalties, while often not much, they can be enough to keep a writer from homelessness in lean times – also rather important.

And yet. And YET. Just because someone came up with the idea, or wrote a screenplay, doesn’t mean it’s good. In fact, one of the best-kept secrets in the industry is just how AWFUL first drafts can be. But the machine needs to be fed, meaning that if an agent or a producer sees potential in a poorly written mess of a script, they’ll still try to pitch it, getting as much momentum and interest for the story itself until they inevitably run into the road-block of said poor story, dialogue, characterization, etc. 

This is when they call in the script-doctor – usually someone experienced, with a knack for witty dialogue or fixing plot holes. (This happens a hell of a lot with both comedy and action scripts, for some strange reason.)

But why call in a third-party at all, you ask? Why not give a few notes/criticisms, then let the original writer take another crack at it? 

The answer is eminently practical: We believe what you show us. If a screenwriter has turned in a mess of a script, the producers who see it assume that said mess is the best that writer can do – otherwise, why wouldn’t they have submitted something better? Since every re-write takes time and money, it’s a much safer bet to give the mess to a veteran writer you KNOW can turn out good product than to give the moron who screwed it up the first time a chance to screw up again.

The problem with this approach, however, is that once a script doctor takes control, at what point does the script stop being the intellectual property of the original writer, and start being the property of the person who’s rebuilt it from the ground up?

A perfect example of this would be the over 30 uncredited screenwriters who worked on the movie The Flinstones. THIRTY WRITERS! Why? Well, every time the film changed directors, or producers, it was given to a new writer or group of writers to do a draft. The original story ended up being chopped and changed and sewn back together a bazillion times. It came out barely watchable mush, but that’s not the point; the point is, it still made money, so who gets it?

Deciding on the credit for The Flintstones became such a circus that it forced the WGA (Writer’s Guild of America) to change its bylaws.  Now, a screenwriter must contribute more than 50% of a script, or 33% of an adaptation, to retain credit. 

So, in order to keep a script doctor at the level of “ghost-writer”, or uncredited, the production company only has to make certain that they use only 49% of the script doctor’s rewrites. Or that they hire two script doctors, and split the rewrites half-and-half. Of course, sometimes the script doctor has to do what they call a “page-one” rewrite, meaning they basically recreated the script from the ground up. That guy gets a writing credit for sure. But since the WGA does not like having more than 3 writers credited on any given project, a producer’s choices might be influenced by not wanting to have to go to arbitration in order to give credits to the 10 writers that actually helped the project.

Thing is, all writers all good writers have the ability to edit and fix other people’s work. It’s really far easier to fix a poorly executed story that already exists than to come up with something original oneself. So often, well-established writers will take script doctoring jobs on the down low to help pay the bills, and just forget about the credits because 

  1. They don’t need the credits that badly, and
  2. They get more out of gaining a reputation as a good script doctor, like future jobs as word gets around about them.

This, I believe, was how it worked for our Carrie. She was well-known in the industry for her ability to fix terrible dialogue, although there were a few movies she worked on that I don’t think anyone could have salvaged. The first time she showed her dialogue-honing chops was rumored to be by fixing her own lines in the original Star Wars trilogy. Lucas was so impressed with her work there that years later he asked her to do a punch up on Attack of the Clones, and to write a script for the Young Indy series

She also punched up Hook, Sister Act, The Wedding Singer, and a bunch of others.  Here’s a short video about her script-doctoring career:

So, that’s how it works! But if you’re thinking of doing this for a living, understand that it’s harder nowadays to get into script doctoring, because they make you pitch ideas and notes before they give you a chance – and who wants to give their ideas away for free??  

If you want to read more, there’s a short article on script doctoring here that I like.

I Believe You

“I don’t know if there true.” Your friend says as she takes a sip from her drink. You and a bunch of your close friends were having a ladies night and they were constantly telling you rumors that they’ve heard about your boyfriend.

The night that you thought was going to be amazing made you feel like shit.

“I’m not sure about that rumor but I heard that he’s seeing that one chick from his music video and they meet at his studio. People have seen her by there a couple times.” You bite your lip feeling your heart break with each rumor.

“Ok ok..I think that’s enough. It’s just rumors and she doesn’t have to hear it.” One of your close friends Hye Jin said.

“As her close friends I think she should know. What if he is?” Nari says.

“And what if he isn’t? You honestly don’t know that. People say a bunch of shit.” Hye Jin says rolling her eyes. She turns to you. “Just ask him yourself. I hang out with him and the guys at the club all the time and he’s never looked at another girl before. Even when someone asks him about you his face lights up like a fucking Christmas tree because he gets so happy. So I honestly don’t believe them.” You nod and take a sip from your drink.

“I’ll just ask him when I get home.” You say and get up.

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The rest of the night dragged on and you couldn’t wait to go home. Hye Jin was your ride home so you were grateful she had to leave early which meant you got home quicker.

“Don’t worry too much about it.” She said as she dropped you off. You nod and hug her.

“Thanks boo.” You said as you pulled away. “Let me know when you get home. We’re still on for our coffee date tomorrow?” She laughs rolling her eyes.

“Yes and please don’t be late!!” She says wagging her finger at you. You laugh and close the door.

“I won’t!” You say as she opens her passenger window. As you waved goodbye and she left your mood changes as you notice the living room light on in your apartment.

With each step your heart raced until you reached the front door. Unlocking it you take off your shoes and walk into the living room.

“Hey babe.” He says looking up from his laptop with a huge smile on his face. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah.” You say walking towards him. You contemplated on asking him or just letting it go. But you wanted to know. You weren’t sure if he would tell you the truth but you just wanted confirmation from him. You prayed that it was all lies.

“Are you ok?” He says as you sit down next to him. He puts the laptop aside and pulls you closer to him. You let him as he holds you close. After a second you pull away ready to ask him.

“Can I ask you something?” You say and he nods with a confused look.

“Yeah you could ask me anything.”

“Does the girl from your recent music video come to the studio? Like do you guys keep in contact and still hang out?”

“Not really. She comes to the studio but it’s because shes working on her new album with me and the producers from my company. Why?” You felt the tears as you thought about the late nights he’s spent at the studio. Images of them two together kept popping up in your mind. No wonder why he spent so much time there lately. You thought to yourself.

“A-are you cheating on me?” His eyes widen and he shakes his head no.

“No why would you think that?” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You shake your head looking away from him as you bite your lip holding in the tears.

“The girls….they were telling me rumors they’ve heard about you….and I just….I don’t know.. you didn’t tell me about her and the late nights” You stuttered not believing him. He places his hands on your cheeks so you can look at him.

“Babe..Whatever they’ve heard it’s lies..I swear to you I’m not cheating on you and I’ve never cheated on you. Why would I go to someone else when I have you? You’re everything to me. Trust me you’re a million times better than her.” You bite your lip as a tear falls down. He wipes it with his thumb and pulls you in for a hug holding you tightly against him. “Don’t cry I swear it’s not true. I love you.”

You didn’t know why but you believed him. Yes if it was any of your past boyfriends you wouldn’t have but he was different. You’ve been cheated on in the past so hearing the rumors from your friends made you doubt everything. But being in his arms and hearing him talk made the doubts go away.

“I believe you.” You mumbled against his skin.

My husband and child. HS IMAGINE

Harry finds out you’re pregnant while you visit him on tour
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I didn’t think I’ll be this nervous for visiting harry. It’s my harry I’m visiting, the same harry I married two years ago but still I’m so nervous. Like I can faint any moment or having a panic attack. We supposed to meet at airport after I land but an emergency happened and he couldn’t pick me up. Now I’m waiting for his driver to come and take me to him.
I’m visiting harry after two weeks of him being away on tour, apparently one direction got back together and now they’re on tour which annoys me to death because I can’t se him around anymore, he’s not there when I’m waking up, he’s not around when I get angry or bothered by work , he wasn’t around when I found out “mrs styles?” a man waved for me. I nod and he walked to me getting my bags “welcome to Indonesia” he said with his thick accent “thank you” I said with an smile. However this kind little moment doesn’t eases the pain and excitement in my heart. I don’t know how he will react. I know he loves kid and adore them but what if it’s too soon for us? Now harry being on tour doesn’t ease it at all.

Before I know I was at hotel’s front door which was blocked by paparazzi, of course it will be. I rolled my eyes and step out of vehicle, immediately question and flashes were thrown at me. I clutched my stomach scared of baby’s security. Finally I get inside the lobby safe and sound and the driver was hot behind me. “This way mrs” he lead me toward elevator. We reached the eleventh floor and my heart start beating faster in my heart. God knows how much I waited to tell him in his face and how much I was happy with the news but suddenly this unsettling in my heart makes everything turned.

He opened a door and hold it for me “me styles is at a meeting, he’ll join you soon” he said and I thanks him again.

I look around the room, it was large and beautiful, everything was decorated with a harmony, if I was in another position I would’ve been fascinating the design but my mind was somewhere else and I couldn’t hold it anymore, I feel like a bomb ready to explode, words floating inside my head and suddenly everything start to spine. I rushed to bathroom and empty my stomach, I don’t know if it was the food or morning sickness or even stress. Maybe mix of them.
I was gagging my stomach in toilet that I didn’t hear door and Harry’s steps.

“Love” he kneels beside me worry , gathering my hair in his hand “are you ok y/n?” He asked eyeing me carefully, just the moment he touched my back I find out how much I actually missed him “I’m ok” I told him lean on him, he hold me in his arms tight “are you sure? We can visit a doctor, or I can call hotel’s doctor may..” “harry I’m ok, it’s just jet lag” he sighs and nod “ok but if you don’t feel good we surely will visit doctor” I nod at him and rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes and breathes him in my lungs.

“I missed you” I said and he nod “me too, sorry I didn’t pick you up earlier” he said kissing my head “it’s ok” I stare in his eyes “I just didn’t want you see me like this after two week” he laughed a melodic sound “oh yeah? But that’s ok, I’ll love you even when you’re throwing up, or after that, I’ll love you when the tour ends , or when I’m coming back to you and you nag about work , I’ll love you after you give me children and after that, I’ll love you for eternity” he said and my heart skips a beat by him mentioning children. Should I tell him now? I opened my mouth but before I could say anything a knock was heard from door “harry mate we should talk” liam voice was recognized behind hotel door. He helped me lay on bed and exit room. I lay there and wait for him. When suddenly door gets open and harry runs in with a phone in his hand that I assumed it’s Liam’s because he was hot on his heels.

“Oh hi Liam” I sit and wanted to greet liam but before that harry holds the phone in my face “what’s this y/n?” He said , I look at the phone and it was an article. Actually it was a MailOnline article about me living obstetrician and that they assumed I’m pregnant. Suddenly I feel sick again. Harry was reacting badly just by an article what he gonna do if he finds out I’m pregnant?

“What’s this?” He asked again with cold voice that scares me more. Where’s my caring harry? “I…l” I was ran out of words, liam stand in front of harry “mate calm down let the poor girl breathe” harry looks around and I know he was frustrated. I can’t let him go but I can’t let my baby go too.

“I-I’m pregnant” I mumble. Harry’s head turned to me so suddenly that I think it can break “w-what?” Liam look at me shocked as well “I’m p-pregnant harry” I said one more time but the only reaction I get was a nod, tears gathered in my eyes and running down my face.
I stare at my hands while trying to control my breathes. He sat beside me holding me in his arms “I-lm gonna be dad?” He asked still shocked and I nod. He start laughing suddenly and I flinched because I didn’t expect him to such thing. He hold me closer if even possible “Liam I’m gonna be a father , I’m gonna ba dad can you believe it?”

Liam congratulates us and left room to give us more privacy, harry kissed my head and I was still shocked, he look at my freeze body “are you ok love?” He asked suddenly scared? “Are you really happy?” I asked but really sure if I’m awake or no. He nods and his smile reach his eyes “of course I am. I’m gonna be dad , we gonna be parents” I look at him “but you … you were angry just … just by a news ” he shook his head “no I thought it’s rumors and you didn’t tell me about it, I was mad because I don’t want you struggling with rumors alone and …” I cut him off and kissed him hardly, I can’t believe I ever doubted him.

We lay on bed and just enjoy each others presence. I was in his arms , in my home and he was humming softly in my ear.
He sits on his arm stare at me suddenly “you gonna love her/his more than me , aren’t you?” He pout like a child and I hit him softly in his chest. We both laughed at his stupid jock. “I’m gonna love her or him but not as much as you, but you shouldn’t do the same” he said but continues “just love me. Me and only me” this child that I’m in his arms is my very first child, my child and my husband, he’s just four years old in body of a 23yrs old man. I love him endlessly and don’t believe if any other human being can make me feel the same way. “I’ll love you more, no matter what” he nods and kiss me all over my face. I do love him so much.

I hope you enjoyed , I hope the one who request it really enjoyed it and please next time tell me how you want your story to be. Thanks for reading this. All the love. Xx

anonymous asked:

What's your conclusion on vince and Hillarys friendship?

Oh, this is difficult, and again my answer is going to be deeply influenced by my own biases and opinions.

My high level conclusion is that they were very, very close friends - and that’s the extent of it. That they loved each other deeply, but platonically. That he admired and respected her very much (and she, him). 

I haven’t seen any credible evidence that there was more than that in terms of their actions. He may have had romantic feelings towards her, and she him, but I don’t imagine we’ll ever know that for certain - it’s impossible to rule out, and not out of the realm of possibility. Such is life, such is being human, and such is what happens when you come to know someone as a human being who you find brilliant and admirable and kind, and good. That you deeply relate to. But I emphasize that there is no credible evidence that I have discovered that suggests anything beyond romantic feelings, which are just as impossible to prove the existence of as they are to disprove. Only Hillary knows her heart.

I categorically do not believe there was any sexual affair between them. In fact, there’s a particularly telling (and heartbreaking, in my opinion) exchange in a Vanity Fair article from about a year after his death that, I think, suggests how upset she is by even the accusation alone. Some could read this as guilt, or shoot back at her with something like, “Well of course she’d deny it”, but I choose to believe her, given the lack of credible evidence otherwise. (Also because I adore her and my heart breaks for her - I am deeply biased!)

Here’s the excerpt:

It is curious but true that certain friends who have laughed with Mrs. Clinton over the rumors that she is a lesbian have never broached the subject of the other leading sexual scenario about her, which is that she and Vincent Foster were lovers. When I finally ask Mrs. Clinton about it, the mini-drama that ensues is like a paradigm of her defiant public stance, her refusal to engage in matters she sees as irrelevant and politically motivated, and the problems that kind of resistance has caused her.

For a moment, she seems stunned by the question, and she hesitates. When she speaks, her voice is small and desolate. “That’s one of the sad lies,” she begins, and trails off, as if lost in thought. “I find it so regrettable that anybody would try to hurt”—she pauses— “his memory or his family for political purposes against me. That is so wrong.” She pauses again, her eyes reddening as if she’s holding back tears.

“And it is a lie?” I ask.

“It is,” she says, but so faintly her words are almost inaudible. “And it’s so unfair …”

I ask why she thinks all this keeps coming up.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to comment on this stuff. I mean, you know, and I’d like that to be off the record… . I don’t want to say anything about it. I don’t want to answer it. I don’t want to dignify it. That’s the other position they put us in.”


Somewhat off-topic rant:

Note that the reporters’ take on HRC’s response to the rumor is this: “a paradigm of her defiant public stance, her refusal to engage in matters she sees as irrelevant and politically motivated, and the problems that kind of resistance has caused her.

The reporters’ take on Hillary becoming emotional in response to, and wanting to be private about, accusations that she had a sexual affair with one of her closest and most trusted Arkansas friends, who killed himself not a year before the interview, and who she was also being accused of murdering by conspiracy theorists… is that it’s emblematic of Hillary’s problems, and Hillary’s failings. Consider that this is in the wake of ongoing prying into Bill’s infidelities, as well. Imagine being in that situation. I’m not surprised she was emotional when answering - she must have been at her wit’s end.  

When I state that the Clintons have been poorly treated by the media for years, I ain’t lyin’.

A Test of Patience

Summary: Lord Baelish’s words are starting to grate on his nerves though Jon tried to remain unaffected, something broke when those words left the man’s mouth and the next thing he knew, he was choking him. Based on the Game of Thrones Season 7 Official Trailer.

Relationship: Jon Snow & Sansa Stark

AO3 Link: x

Notes: This is what I though is happening based on the spoilers and jonsa tumblr fans’ ideas…? There is also a link for the AO3 one if you liked that format. This is a oneshot.

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Working Class Black Folks

Trigger Warning: Sexual Harassment, Sexual Assault

When I was still in high school, me and my mom worked two jobs each to pay for rent and our utilities. We barely had enough to eat. We didn’t qualify for food stamps bc we worked four jobs between us, but it was either we worked and payed for our housing or we stopped working for foodstamp and we had no housing. We got paid a minimum wage of 7 dollars. Yea 7 dollars an hr to live on. I was still in high school, and I had to do my school work, my post secondary college work so I finish two years of community college while in high school and I didn’t have to pay for the ridiculous tuition I could never afford, and I was doing my high school work all while working 2 jobs. No car so I was busing it. Sometimes I got out at 1am, and I still had to do double homework. Until I turned seventeen I couldn’t work past 10pm, bc of a bullshit child labor law. Senior year, my new boss hated me cuz his white ass is racist, and he kept scheduling me during school. And I stood up to him to follow both discriminatory laws and child labor laws. He didn’t listen so I told his manager above him what he was doing to me. For revenge he took away my hours. So for one month I didn’t have enough for my portion of the rent. I had to borrow some money to pay rent and then pay back the people I borrowed from the next month.

I got my first job when I was 14yrs old, but legally in the Midwest I was allowed to work at 13, but McDonald’s wouldn’t hire me bc the manager was racist af. So I had been looking for a year for a place that would hire me.

Once at 16 years old I worked unloading goods from trucks for stores like Macy’s. Yea it was hard, and it was always cold in the back rooms.

I quit bc a grown man at my job was sexual harassing me, and the whites ladies I worked with were telling my parents I was flirting with him, and other men at the job. Even though the only person who I talked to was an older black Women in her 50s who I treated like she was my grandma, and this black kid who was 18 and all we talked about was the books we were reading. Basically these white ladies speed rumors that I was slut. They had the nerve to go up to my mom and tell her that I was being a flirt and a slut at work, and they told her out of “concern”. White women are trash.

I convinced my mom this wasn’t true, and she believed me. But it wasn’t long after that the people at my job didn’t question this grown ass mans interest in me that he got comfortable doing it both bc they spread rumors that I was a slut, yea these 40 to 60 year old white women were saying this about a 16yr old girl. Funny everyday they use to tell me about their daughters who were my age. But as a black girl I’m not afford protection, or to be treat like my age instead I was a grown black women who is a sexual fiend. But these white women’s daughters deserve protection, and to be treated like children.

Also bc this guy was from the same culture and ethnicity as me, and we were both black immigrants, the people I worked with didn’t question it. He started with harassing and stalking me for almost a year, but only got comfortable to sexually harass me openly at the job after these white women spreading those rumors. I couldn’t quit until I found another job because I need to work so we could live. But it was hard finding work in the Midwest. It wasn’t long after when they created the atmosphere at work that he sexually assaulted me.

It’s only an issue if he wasn’t muslim, if he wasnt a black immigrant, if he wasnt Somali. They excused his behavoir as cultural as foreign as other.

So I left that job and never went back.

I’ve been working since I was 14yrs old. Every year since then never stopped.

My brother started working at 13yrs old as a tutor to support us. He has been working all through middle school, and high school to support us.

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anonymous asked:

I've been a long time Melissa fan but I'm so disappointed in her. How do you do it? This is an ask for help :/ It's been confirmed she's dating Chris Wood, rumors about them were around since December, and now they are already living together. She barely filed the divorce, how could have she replaced poor Blake so fast? Everything seems to point to cheating, Chris's ex gf is also mad apparently. Please help.

Okay, I’ve known about Melissa and Chris for several weeks and I’ve avoided discussing it until we got the kind of clear cut confirmation like we got today for this exact reason- that people would hate on her. This also means I’ve had several weeks to rehearse my response in my head!

I wholeheartedly believe that if we are fans of Melissa, we have to accept this and be happy for her. Firstly because I have always maintained that it is a fan’s duty to accept and respect their idol’s relationship if it appears to be happy and secondly, because…

this is literally history repeating itself. 

Anon. If you were a jennoist fan, it is hypocritical of you to shame Melissa for this. We don’t have any proof whatsoever that she cheated. What I would agree is very likely, is that Melissa probably ultimately ended a presumably already unhappy relationship with Blake in order to pursue one with Chris. Sound familiar? Yep, just like she ended a presumably already unhappy relationship with Nick in order to pursue one with Blake around four years ago.

If you supported her getting with Blake, you should support her getting with Chris. No-one’s saying you have to ship them, but be supportive of a relationship if it is making her happy. If you are determined to vilify her for this, then take a step back and vilify both Melissa and Blake for ending long term relationships for each other in the first place, because it is exactly the same thing now. You ask me how I do it, how I accept it? It’s as simple as that.

Resistances and Dalliances

Chapter 14: Lightning Rod

“Glad you all made it! Now let’s talk about Firaan,” Ryder said, looking at a sight that made her feel as though the universe was right again: her whole team back on the Tempest, with Evfra at her side, no less.

“It is good to be back,” Jaal said with a smile; he looked a little worse for ware, but not enough to worry her.

“I was worried there wouldn’t be anywhere to come back to, from the news I heard,” Vetra said, running her hand along the table edge unconsciously.

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