if no one cries we all win

Eventhough Marine Le Pen made it to the Second Tour, against Emmanuel Macron, the leader of the Front National won’t likely win the election, since the majority of contestants are calling their voters to vote against her. It’s somehow a relief.  

But this election is dreadful. 15 years ago, when Marine Le Pen’s father, Jean Marie Le Pen won the Premier Tour, my mom cried in front of the tv. On the next sunday there were protests all over the country, where people sang “Le Pen, t’es foutu, la jeunesse est dans la rue” (Le Pen, you’re doomed, youth is marching). But in 2017, everyone knew she would be one of the two winners. The Front National has succeeded into making itself acceptable. 

We cannot let that happen, we cannot let ourself fall into the illusion that this political party is like any other, we cannot accept that a woman who supported her antisemite, racist and homophobe father be seen as acceptable. 

No, she probably won’t win this election. But there are more to come, and fear is a terribly powerful weapon which she uses perfectly. We, as a people, have to realize that fear has never been and will never be a solution. 

Le dimanche 7 mai, votez, votez et votez encore pour montrer que les valeurs de la République sont encore les nôtres. 

Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité. 

We could feel the Camp Nou buzzing. We could really feel the fan’s support. I simply have no words to explain how it felt. I have always dreamed of scoring a goal like that and being from La Masia made it all the more special. I’ve worked so long to do something incredible like this for my club. It’s a night that will always be remembered, like the one at Stamford Bridge when Iniesta scored. We made the impossible possible. People spoke about how hard it’d be for someone to come here and get us to win after everything that’s happened before. This comeback has given us new life to deal with what we have left in the season.
—  Sergi Roberto on Barca’s historic comeback.

Day 6: Your favourite Wonder Girls moment. 

so instead of just naming one fav moment, I’m just gonna include my top fav moments of the Wonder Girls in the past 10 years: 

1) Wonderfuls’ surprise to the girls. This is the best surprise ever. The fans decided to surprise the girls with the fanmade video with Wishing On the Stars’ song. The girls were really surprised and cried a lot. Well, except for the strong mandu, of course. 

2) WG’s 3rd anniversary. Well, this one is special because it’s their first anniversary in the US. People said them going to US was the worst decision, but for me, it’s what made the Wonder Girls today. In the US, the girls don’t have anyone else but themselves, so they stick together, tighter than ever. That’s what made their bond is stronger than any other group. 

3) Drunk WG singing Why So Lonely. No other words needed.

4) WG practising their instrument. idk why i was feeling really emotional when I watched their RealWG The Secret of Band Wonder Girls. They had been practising as a band even when Sunmi was promoting Full Moon! It really made me sad to think that we only got two comebacks from the WG band.

5) WonderBang collab. The legendary collab in the history of kpop! Any HeeDragon shippers out there?

6) WG in Weekly Idol. omg this is the funniest shit ever XD 4D Sunmi is in full force mode. When they first came in Weekly Idol, the girls were perfect in random dance but now that they are in a band and didnt really practice their dance version, there’s a lot of confusion. lol

7) Sunye’s wedding. Doesn’t she looks like the prettiest bride? 

8) WG cried while getting awards. Being a long-time Wonderful, one would know the anxiety whenever WG made a comeback. Despite being a senior group, we would always felt nervous to see if WG wins the first place in the weekly music shows. After all, Wonderfuls is a small fandom and we are not as strong as others. Seeing the girls crying when they won, made me felt a little guilty cause they deserve so much more and i wish our fandom is big enough to support them ;(

Any Other Way

Nancy, Steve and Jonathan decide to spend the summer after graduation driving around the country fighting monsters. But they weren’t counting on a stowaway…

It’s Nancy’s idea originally. She brings it up one January night, their senior year, when the three of them are studying at Steve’s house.

“There’s this…’network’ of people.” She drops her voice to a whisper. “Monster hunters.”

Steve and Jonathan glance at each other but let her go on.

“We weren’t the first to deal with something like this. And it happens, like, all over the country. A lot of people don’t know how to handle it, so they…well, they hire someone.” She pauses. “And they pay you.”

They don’t say anything and Nancy sighs. “Look, don’t you feel like we should do something? I do. I think about all the things that could be out there and the people who don’t know what to do…”

The boys both nod, looking away from her. They know that feeling well. Steve finally speaks.

“Nance, we can’t just drop out of school to go monster hunting.”

“I’m not saying we’d go now. I was thinking this summer, after graduation.”

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Missing Little Light

Word Count: 1,465
Reader (biological) sex: Female
Warnings: miscarriage, blood, all the emotion that goes along with that
Love Interest: Pietro
Note: this was requested by an anon, and writing sad/angry stuff is my specialty so here we gooo. Also, I have no experience with miscarriages, so I’m going off of what I’ve been told by someone who has and medical fact stuff.

Originally posted by avenging-imagines

It’s been a little over a year and a half since Pietro and I have been married. Before that, we’d be together as just boyfriend and girlfriend for nearly 3 years. In that time frame I’ve been nothing but happy with him (save the stupid arguments we get into). While he really knows how to piss me off, I’ve never really been at a ‘calling-it-quits’ point with him. That was one of the reasons why I said yes when he proposed to me.

Flash ahead of me stressfully planning out everything, with Pietro there to help out with small things (like napkin colors and plate styles), to now. I had found out nearly a couple months ago that I’m pregnant, and I’m 4 months along now, nearly 5. Pietro was silent for a long moment when I first told him, then he asked me if I was joking or not. After I clarified that I was not, in fact, joking around, he was very excited.

He hugged me and spun me around a bit, and since then he’s been tossing around ideas. Like would the kid have his powers, or a set of his own? Who’s hair would he have? All sorts of things like that, and each one is fun to imagine. I simply like the idea of a tiny little human with silvery hair, running around the house. I would think the silver hair is a dominant trait, but we won’t know until the little light comes.

That’s what I’ve taken to calling the human being growing inside of me, considering I don’t know the sex of the baby yet. That’s scheduled for a few weeks out, but I think I’ll still call the human that even when I do find out. It’s my little light, and my cute little light is going to get the whole world. I’m sure Pietro will beat me to the punch, though. We’ve also been tossing around names, but Pietro keeps telling me awful ones as running joke.

“Babe, I got it.” Pietro announced, looking over at me.

“It’s not another name, is it?” I questioned skeptically.

“Yeah, but this time I’m serious.“ He said, trying to maintain a straight face.

“Alright, shoot.” I sighed, trying not to smile.

“Tyrannosaurus.” He said with a very serious voice.

“We are not naming the kid after a dinosaur.” I stated with a laugh and he pouted.

“But why?” He questioned.

“It sounds ridiculous,” I pointed out, “And it’s way too long.”

“I don’t see why length would be a problem.” Wink.

“Fine, I’m writing Micropachycephalosaurus on the birth certificate.” I declared and his eyes went wide.

““No, no, it’s alright, point seen.” He reasoned.

“It’s too late to-Ow.” I said, holding my stomach.

Pietro stared at me for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, and clearly concerned. I felt another sharp pain shoot through me, causing me to cry out. I leaned forward a bit, the pain getting worse and worse with each passing second. My mind went a million miles an hour, but the little light inside of me was still my main and only concern. Something is wrong,  very very wrong, this shouldn’t be happening.

“Y/n, sweetheart, are you alright?” Pietro questioned, a hand on my back and the other on my arm.

“I-I don’t know-OW!” I cried out again.

“Y/n?” Pietro questioned, not knowing what to do or what was going on.

““Pietro-OW! OW! OW! Something is wrong with the baby-OW! Shit!” I cursed, trying to get myself to stand up.

“I’ll take you to the hospital.” Pietro said almost instantly.

I froze as soon as my eyes trailed down onto the floor, pain searing through my body. Blood. Not just a tiny little drop of blood. The kind of blood that happens when a pregnancy is going wrong. My eyes widened, and if it weren’t for Pietro picking me up, I would’ve collapsed. I screamed, my eyes still glued to the spot. Pietro held me tightly, and the next thing I know, I’m in a hospital. This can’t be happening, I did everything right.

I ate the foods that promoted development, I stayed away from everything I was suppossed to, I did the yoga, I did the classes, I did everything. Maybe everything will be okay, maybe it’ll be alright. Maybe the nurses surrounding me will be able to do something. Maybe my little light will be able to see the room we painted for them. Maybe my little light will be able to play with all of the toys we got for them.


But life doesn’t run on maybe, or miracles. Life runs on fact, and cold, hard truth. Life isn’t some sort of fairytale where you can wish up a fairy godmother to make things better, or wave a you hand and suddenly everything is exactly how you wanted it to go. Life is burying a tiny little coffin, and the date engraved on the stone slapping you in the face. Life is full of twists and turns, and sometimes it’s unfair. Other times it’s just fucking cruel.

Originally posted by love-me-like-this

When the doctors told me that the baby was dead, I felt like doing the same. I felt like I was dying along with the baby. I felt guilty, I was supposed to be able to do these things. I’m biologically supposed to be more than capable of doing this, so why did this happen to me? Out of all the mother’s out there who do awful things to children, why was I the one who was unable to carry the baby? That was the winning question; why?

Pietro was visibly devastated, and he had every right to be. His arms instantly went around me, and a strangled sob left my throat as I leaned into him. I cried and cried and cried, and he held me tightly. He was crying as well, but it was a much softer cry than my own. After that we decided that we should have a funeral for the baby. After all, it was still a part of this family. I had them engrave ‘Little Light’ in place of a name.

We didn’t have time to pick out a name ourselves. My little light was missing and there was nothing I could ever do to change that. It’s been nearly a year since I miscarried, and since Little Light has been buried. Pietro has been nothing short of amazing, I just wish I could be the same. I still feel empty, like something is missing, because something is missing. The sound of little feet running around, a tiny human getting into things that they’re not supposed to.

Something will always be missing, from my life and from this house. I held the little blanket closer to me, as if it would make it all better. This was supposed to be Little Light’s blanket when they came out. We boxed everything else up and moved it to the garage. Well, Pietro did, I didn’t have the heart or the balls to go in there. I felt a pair of arms go around me and I sighed, half of me wanting to respond but the dominant half of me didn’t have the energy to do anything.

“Sweetheart, is there anything I can do?” Pietro asked.

“For what?” I questioned emptily.

“To make you happy, it hurts to see you hurt.” He spoke gently.

“Well, getting an undeveloped child ripped out of me hurt too.” I retorted defensively.

“I’m sorry,” He said after a moment, “I’ll just-”

“No, Pietro, wait,” I said before he could fully pull away, “I’m sorry.” I said, holding his arm gently.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Princessa.“ He said, hugging me a bit tighter.

“I shouldn’t be taking it out on you, it’s my fault.” I said sadly.

“It is not your fault, don’t you go blaming yourself.” He said firmly.

“Then who else? I’m the one who couldn’t even carry the thing.” I said angrily.

“I don’t know, nature? You can’t control these things, and you did everything you could to make it healthy.” Pietro assured.

“I don’t know, Pietro.” I said after a moment, a sigh leaving my lips.

“Look,” Pietro began, moving in front of me, “You can’t keep being so harsh on yourself,  the baby would’ve wanted you to be happy.”

“The baby’s dead.” I said harshly, and Pietro just looked at me.

“You’re not getting rid of me.” Pietro said and I looked at him warily, “You’re stuck with me.”

“You promise?“ I questioned, still eyeing him.

“Of course. Just promise me you’ll try to be happy? I’m scared I’ll lose you, Y/n.” Pietro said, clearly concerned.

“I don’t know-” I began.

“Y/n, please?” Pietro questioned, his voice sounding almost like a plea.

“Okay, but I’m not promising anything.“ I clarified.

“As long as you’re trying, it’s good enough for me.” Pietro said before kissing my forehead and hugging me.

Donghyuck as your brother
  • ”you were a mistake”
  • ”jfc Ding-Donghyuck, we’re twins,”
  • still believes ur a mistake
  • roAST sessions (u let him win so he wont cri and tell on you)
  • is high-key low-key overprotective
  • ex/ one time u came home crying because a guy said u were ugli, hyuck got 5 lunch detentions for roasting the guy too hard he cried and peed his pants.
  • denies that he is over-protective
  • y’all get petty over the smallest things
  • “nO”
  • then yall fite, ding dong hyucl let’s u win on “purpose”
  • at school yall dont talk that much
  • bUT if one of u is in a sport
  • “yEAH bOI DaTS MY BRO/SIS rIgHT tHeRE, SHE/HE gON WHOoP wHooP WhOOp Ur AsS tiLL itS rEddER tHan a FirEtrUck!!!!!”
  • “goddamn it, not this bs”
  • you guys love to embarass eachother
  • Dong was trynna finesse on dis girl wHO juST HapEneD to be ur frend
  • “Aye, Lisa, dis my bro, ya know the one who started sobbing  in a haunted house whne he saw the door”
  • “Did NoT”
  • “Yeah, tell that to the crew members”
  • It was a lie (you were the one that cried)
  • yall were pretty popular tbh
  • two coolio sibling ya know?? ;)))
  • legit the teachers were jelly
  • but they kinda hated u
  • once you and donhyuck got fiday skool because donghyucl ran into ur classrom and took ur phone and ran out the hallway
  • u vroom vroomed and started chasin dat boi
  • but den the principal caught yall :(
  • basically you and donghyck are too much for ur parents (donghyuck was the mistake, they were expecting a girl, oOps dont tell him) ;))))))

invderjade  asked:

Can you please write the laser puppies go missing and Marco finds them and Tom putting them in cute little outfits

Okay sure! This was so freaking adorable!!!!!! I loved it! Tom and Marco are so cute! I write a lot of Star in this one, because of the show I need some classic BFFs Star and Marco. So it’s all happy and I hope you love it!

Marco looked around frantically. “Oh no, no, no, no!” Marco cried. Star slid down the stairs and watched her friend run around.

“What are you doing Marco?” She asked. Marco looked up.

“I left the back door open and I can’t find Barko!” He exclaimed. “He can’t get out! He wanders!” Marco exclaimed.

“Well then find him!” Star cried. Marco grabbed his coat and ran out the door with Star following close behind.

“Tom will freak out if he finds out one of the puppies are missing!” Marco remembered. “You know how he acts like their mom, right?” Marco asked. Star nodded.

“Lil demon protecting the pups, so cute!” She gushed.

“Star this is serious!” Marco cried. They entered the park and began looking all around, under the play set and behind trees. Star shook a bag of treats and called out to the missing puppy.

“Here Barko! Come here boy!” She called. She shook the bag and felt a cat rub against her leg. “These aren’t for you, they’re for Barko.” She told the cat, and backed away. But as she did she tripped over another cat that came to the sound of the treat bag. “Not for you either! Barko!” She insisted. Star turned around and saw three more cats meowing to be fed. “Marco!” Star cried. “There are too many cats here!” She tried to craw away but one jumped on her back.

“Star, please help.” Marco rolled his eyes. Another cat jumped on Star’s back and she let out a cry for help.

“They’re taking me as prisoner!” She dreaded.

“I thought you liked cats?” Marco asked.

“I do! These ones are evil!” Star cried. “Tell Janna I love her! And tell my mom not to go through my stuff when I’m gone!” Marco rolled his eyes and walked over to the girl, helping her up. The cats jumped off and scampered away. “Marco, you saved my life.” Star mused.

“Help me find Barko.” Was all he said. The duo walked around the park some more trying to find the missing pup. Their search was interrupted when Marco’s phone rang. He jumped when he saw it was Tom. “What do I tell him?!” Marco asked.

“Nothing!” Star cried. Marco answered the phone.

“H-hey Tommy!” Marco grinned nervously.

“Marco? Is everything okay? You sound nervous.” Tom noticed right away.

“What? No.” Marco assured. “Everything’s fine everything’s normal.” He assured. Tom made a bit of a face and shrugged his shoulders.

“Well I was on my way to see you, I found Barko! He must have gotten out.” Tom smiled at the puppy. Marco almost collapsed.

“Where did you find him!?” Marco exclaimed. Tom laughed.

“He was sitting by the stop sign near your school.” Tom responded.

“We’ve been looking for him all day!” Marco exclaimed. Tom crossed his arms and held the phone a bit tighter.

“One of the pups was missing for a whole day and you didn’t call me right away?” Tom asked. His eyes lit up as he waited for Marco’s response.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I know how you get.” Marco explained. Tom growled.

“Get like what? I don’t get like anything.” Tom insisted. Marco rolled his eyes.

“Tom come on, you get a little over protective about the pups… which is fine! It’s just in your nature… but don’t tell me you wouldn’t have freaked out.” Marco dared Tom. Tom took a breath, but then closed his mouth.

“Fine, I admit, I get a little-“

“Motherly.” Star cut of, talking into the phone. Tom seethed.

“I was going to say protective!” He corrected her. “But next time tell me. I’m a much better hunter than you two, I’d be able to find him quickly.” He assured. Marco sighed and nodded.

“Okay then, you win. I’ll tell you if one of the pups is ever gone.” Marco assured. Tom beamed. “See you at home, Tom.” Marco hung up the phone and he and Star left, followed by five or six cats.


“Tom! We’re back!” Marco called. Star held a cat.

“And we have cats!” She cried.

“Star put that down, you don’t know where it’s been.” Marco told her. Star made a face and let all the cats into the house to roll around and get the rug all filthy. Marco made a face. “Perfect. They all smell horrible! At least bathe them!” He begged her. Star nodded and took out her wand.

“Super soapy BUBBLE BATH BLAST!” She cried, and the room filled up with bubbly bath water. Marco rolled his eyes and swam into the next room as the water drained. He looked up and laughed at the sight. Tom—to avoid getting wet—was hanging by the curtain rod by his legs and had all the laser puppies in his arms. Marco laughed and helped Tom down once all of the water drained out.

“What’s with all the pups?” Marco asked. Tom at once perked up and held each one up at a time.

“I dressed them up!” Tom exclaimed. “Okay, so Barko is a little sailor. I gave him a little hat but he took it off to chew on it.” Tom showed. “And Nacho is a rabbit! See his little ears? And I dressed Buttercup up as a butterfly, get it?” Tom asked. Marco laughed an saw all of the dogs in their little costumes.

“Yes Tom, I get it.” He assured. Tom grinned and jumped on his heels. Marco walked over and pulled the demon down into a kiss. Tom pulled away with his face blushing. He buried his face in Marco’s hoodie.

“What was that for?” He asked. Marco smiled.

“Could you be any cuter?”

Shadowhunters Cooking Show Au

Co-created with @deliriumkitsune (peep the crossover, blink and you’ll miss it.)

Based on this video.

  • Valentine is the mean judge. Not even critical, just mean read: tramatizing.
  • Luke is the nice judge, and will try to make the contestants feel as comfortable as possible.
  • “This dish is absolutely fucking horrendous, which piece of shit made this hellhole?”
  • “Don’t listen to him, I happen to think the, er, texture is not that mushy, so 8/10 :)”
  • Yes he somehow conveys smilies in his speech sorry I don’t make the rules.
  • Jocelyn was the neutral judge but she just kinda disappeared one day and nobody knows where she went
  • Legend says, the person who makes the worst dish that season will face her wrath, whatever that is
  • However, Jocelyn who? Lydia is in town now motherfuckers
  • She is the most honest out of them all, and tells it how it is, however she also writes 15 page essays on why you should have used x spice instead of y spice
  • “You know, the texture is a bit mushy, but the flavor of the sauce is to die for. It’s so succulent and rich, I can tell it has a savory taste, did you use oyster sauce” five years later, “and thats why using basil was such a smart choice.”
  • The fourth panel is for guest specialty judges, Like Raphael and Meliorn.
  • Raphael doesn’t say anything, he just tells them his score, which is probably a .00000283748384/10
  • He’s fucking scary. End of story.
  • Meliorn on the other hand is a bit brutally honest, but not purposely mean.
  • “I can’t lie to you, honestly this is one of the driest steaks I’ve ever had in my life. However, these potatoes are actually good, wow, color me surprised.”
  • Sometimes the judges argue about who has the best dish
  • When that happens the show reverses, and the judges compete against each other with the contestants being their judges
  • Whoever wins holds the overall judgement.

    Now what we have all been waiting for: THE CONTESTANTS

  • Clary cries

    A lot.

    Honestly she came on this show to have fun but keeps getting attacked by this Valentine guy?!?!

    “Who is this guy and why does he hate me,” she probably says while sobbing

  • It’s okay though because Luke has got her back.
  • She is actually a decent cook, and specializes in mac and cheese, who knew?
  • “…the special ingredient was lobster, and you made lobster mac and cheese?”

    “Yes, is that a problem?”

    “No.. we were just expecting a little more pizazz.”

    “You don’t know pizazz until you taste the oven baked goodness of five cheeses mixed beautifully with the smooth elbow pasta, and soft, juicy lobster.” She says with passion, fire burning in her eyes, and her fist clenched at her chest.

  • Clary accidentally gave Valentine food poisoning, but when they cut the camera to her in a one-on-one shot all you could see was the chair and wall, and hysterical laughter in the background, and the occasional foot coming from the bottom of the screen.
  • Alec rolls his eyes anytime she speaks, and this time he rolled them so hard that his eyes almost got stuck.
  • That’s not the only thing he rolls, surprise, it seems that Alec loves baking after all.
  • But he’s still not your bitch.
  • He makes cinnamon rolls because he says they remind him of his boyfriend.

    Actually no, of you said that he’d make cutthroat kitchen a reality, but we all know it’s true.

  • “Why is the little girl touching my cinnamon ?”

    “Alec, bro chill, the ingredients are for everyone.”

    *Alec looks into the camera like the office*

  • Speaking of Jace, the shows eye candy
  • He takes any and all opportunities to flirt with the entire cast.
  • Even that one camera guy Raj, the fans think he’s talking to them, but no.
  • “Hey Raj ;)))” “Wow Clary, you’re hair looks as amazing as this carrot.” “Simon, is it hot in this kitchen or is it just you?” “Magnus, you’re like a full on meal today wow.”
  • Jace no, you’re embarrassing yourself. Not to mention every flirt has to be a pun.
  • He?? Put?? A?? Egg?? In?? The?? Microwave??
  • “At least I won’t be in last place.”
  • Yeah, no, that spot is saved for Isabelle.
  • S H E W R E A K S H A V O C
  • when she walks in the kitchen they all walk out.
  • “Ohh, uhh, spaghetti with vanilla pudding, lemon, and alfredo sauce. Creative.”- Luke smiles painfully, in between bites with his thumb up.
  • “I made it in honor of my mom, seemingly sweet, but bitter on the inside.”
  • She gossips about everything and knows everyone’s secrets.
  • The only reason she is still here is because of Luke and Lydia, who are two of the only three who will eat her food.
  • Speaking of the third lets meet Simon.
  • Vegan everything, if you hate tofu, you’d love it after eating his food.
  • “I get my inspiration from nerdy nummies, she has taught me everything in life.”- You heard it yourself, everything he makes is some nerd shit.
  • “You recreated the Millennium Falcon out of s'mores??” A very shocked Raphael utters his first words.

    “Ummm it’s not food if you can’t play with it.” He says while looking at Alec’s uniform plate.

    “Alexander’s plate is just fine,”

  • Magnus is a food god.
  • It’s like he uses magic or something ;)))
  • He once made Valentine cry.
  • His dishes are top A++, he had Lydia writing up 50,000 page essays on them
  • He is also really nice to the other contestants, giving them advice and tips.
  • He especially likes helping his biscuits Clary and Simon bc he just can’t help it okay, they are his mini apprentices.
  • He is not allowed to go near Alec for the fear of a monopoly forming.
  • One day an episode got cancelled because Magnus’ cats started to burst in and eat at the dishes
  • The whole room was full of his 16 cats and the judges fell out of their seats and the contestants are trying to shoo them off their food BUT GET THIS they don’t touch Magnus’ food he basically called them to sabotage the contest

    And get this

  • They constantly start food fights with each other, and flour, rice, and other crap gets ALL over the place.
  • Once, Izzy messed up so badly, but nobody wanted her to leave so they all jacked up their dishes and tied for last place
  • The show runners were forced to make the show a team v team v team and had to get more teams of people last minute.
  • Their captain’s name was peter, or percan, or whatever. He loved cooking fish.
  • Then another team lead by a woman who is strangely good at cooking and likes drawing with sauce
  • Well her team wins and surprise it was Madzie in a glamour all along
  • Glamours were banned from that point on.
  • But Magnus and Alec were both proud and taken by surprise that their kid beat them

    Wow this was really long my sleep deprived brain went on overload, please feel free to add on to this

anonymous asked:

Otp thing with your top OTP!

right now its Evan and Connor from Dear Evan Hansen so-
these are my ideas btw not canon 

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?
Both nightowls
2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?
3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?
connor is the covers
4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?
5. Who usually has nightmares?
6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?
Connor would wake up Evan at like 3 am with some stupid question like “when I die will you make me a wikipedia page”
7. Who sweats the small stuff?
8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?
Evan would sleep in pj’s and and Connor just
9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?
10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour?
Both like sweet
11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?
Connor likes horror, and both like romance movies but never tell eachother
12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?
13. Who is considered the scaredy cat?
14. Who kills the spiders?
15. Who is scared of the dark?
16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?
17. Who works/ Who stays at home?
Evan would work and connor wouldnt
18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person?
both kitties
19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?
20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?
21. Who has an obsession (over anything)?
where do i start
22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?
23. Who asks who out on the first date?
24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?
neither theyre both listeners
25. Who wears the other ones clothes?
Eva wears connor’s sweatshirt -D-
26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?
Evan would be like a vegan then cut to connor inhaling french fries and weed
27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower?
connor takes 1 hour showers
28. Who is the book worm?
29. Who is the better cook?
30. Who likes long walks on the beach?
connor but he never says it
31. Who is more affectionate?
32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?
33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?
evan wears “not guilty” connor would wear “sin” x”D
34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?
if evan lost he would be returned to Connor -D-
35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?
36. Who is the social media addict?
37. Height difference or age difference?
38. Who likes to star gaze?
b o t h
39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside?
40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?
Connor is fun and Evan is responsible
41. Who cries during sad movies?
b o t h
42. Who is the neat freak?
43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?
Connor -//3//-
44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?
i think we all know
45. Who is more likely to get drunk?
c o n n o r
46. Who has the longer food order?
co NNor r
47. Who has the more complex coffee order?
48. Who loses stuff?
bo thhh h
49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?
Evan doesnt trust connor to drive lol
50. Who is the hopeless romantic? 


-They remember the day war was officially declared
-The teacher’s all looked sadly at the students, knowing that in a few years many of them would be dead
-Sirius cried all night because he knew which side Regulas would choose
-James would frantically look in the newspapers everyday, praying that he wouldn’t see his parents’ names in the obituary column
-Peter got so nevous that he stooped eating and became very small
-Remus researched places to hide incase someone found out about his condition
-James tried to keep everyone going with daily pranks at breakfast
-One day there were no fireworks or teachers turning purple
-Lily found James in the astronomy tower, sobbing his heart out over a letter
-The Marauders and Lily all went to the Potter’s funeral
-Sirius stayed strong for James throughout the whole event but when they got back to school he broke down in front of Remus
-Halfway through the careers interviews Mcgonagall had to excuse herself after Peter Pettigrew shakily told her he wanted to be an auror to protect his friends
-On the last day of school Lily made a speech about the dark days ahead
-After they all jumped into the lake and started a water fight
-Mcgonagall and Dumbledore exchanged sad looks because oh god they all looked so very young
-They all joined the order straight away
-When Lily found our she was pregnant she told Peter first because he was the first one she saw
-He held her for hours while she cried
-When James came home form a mission, exhausted,  they told him the news together
-Sirius held James when he cried that night because ‘Sirius what if we don’t win?’
-Lily never knew about her husband’s breakdown
-Everything was just about okay until the rumours about a spy started
-Then there was the prophecy
-Sirius begged James to make Peter the secret keeper
-Peter was reluctant but agreed because he wanted to help, but he was so afraid
-James got so restless in the house
-He was itching to be on the battlefield but he stayed with Lily and Harry

-Until the end

anonymous asked:

Hey-ho, I remember i read somewhere in tumblr about the fall of Takeda clan and now that Akechi's betrayal is here, I start to wonder if in the end all the lords will die, leaving only one clan to win the war? I'M NOT READY FOR THIS ok excuse my outburst but are we (read: mc-chan) destined to watch our lords to fall in a war? AND does the sequel have anything to do with anyone's death? Bcs if yes I'm totally not ready for reading anyone's sequel *cries*

If you wanna find out who dies and who doesn’t, just go Google every single lord’s name LOLOL. If you see someone dying tragically in real life, then they will die in the game. If they die of old age/peacefully, then they will not die :> :>

But don’t worry! There’s always the “not ded ending” for every lord that DO die. Early clear bonus works for either Divine or Noble, so you can always choose the ending where nobody dies (usually it’s Noble). 


Of the 12, there are 6 dead people (5 deaths already happened, the last death is still speculation), 5 not dead (1 confirmed, 4 pending), and Saizo is not confirmed (he has no official historical records to check from).

Start over

I watched life pass me by
Slowly, like the trickle of melting ice
You tore me apart, then watched me cry
There came tumbling down my paradise

For a while, I let the darkness win
Believing things happen for a reason
This is the story I’ll never tell
But if I do, I’ll do it with a grin.

I forgave you for things you weren’t sorry for
We do that for people we love and adore
But lies get deep and love often dies
You try, you fight then you stifle your cries

One day when it’s all too much
You stop and break down on the bathroom floor
Knowing you have to start over
Because nothing will ever be as before

The Great Plague of London

I decided to write another tie-in backstory to A Werecat in London, this one exploring the death of Lord Plague and the introduction to another magical aspect of my Miraculous Monsters AU - demons. It has very little to do with the main body of writing, but can serve as a means of enriching the overall experience for those who are interested in deepening their understanding of the world I am building and the existence of the beings I am writing about.

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So that's it...

So that’s it. 4 years, 2 of rowing, 2 of coxing. Gone like that. For four years, rowing has been my life. Everyday, every thought, every dream, it consumed me. And I was ok with it. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I have never been as passionate about anything as I was with rowing. My team was my family. I saw them every day, every early morning. We saw each other at our worst and our best. We laughed, cried, cheered, won, lost, screamed, yelled, complained and smiled together. Each one of them means the world. I spent my high school years in the boathouse. I grew the most inside those doors. The lake has seen the best and worst rows, the early rows and the late rows. The inside jokes we all share and the laughs through the microphone. The intense 9month season filled with joy and pain. The feeling when you win and you put your boat in slings and your coach places a medal around your neck. The person you look up to. The person who has coached you and watched you grow up. The person who has supported you through the worst times. The person who was there with you through it all. Knowing that I only see them 2 more times. I call them my coach 2 more times. Then that’s it. I’m nothing to the boathouse anymore. I am no longer a coxswain there. I’m no longer a part of that team. Not to leave out the hard times. The days I walked up the path crying. Running to my car because I didn’t make a boat or I was yelled at or my boat had a hard day or I wanted to quit. The countless times I considered quitting. When I emailed my old coach asking what I should do. To think I almost left 2 years ago.. Before my experience even started. Before I won. Before I started coxing. I couldn’t imagine my life if I had quit. But now I am. To think that that’s it… It hasn’t quite set in yet. I’m sure it will. Eventually. For now it just feels like time off. A break. And maybe that’s all it is. A break. Making the choice to not be a part of this sport in college was heartbreaking. But it needed to be done. This sport consumes me. I love it and let it. But I need a break. I need to sleep. I need to learn. I need to explore. There is a whole world out there off the water. Who knows. Maybe I’ll visit this sport again. Maybe I’ll get back on the lake and continue my adventure. But for now, I need to start a new chapter. The chapter where I become the best damn art teacher out there.
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ella 💛 on Twitter: "trust me I've seen a lot of soonhoon pics, but for me, this is the most beautiful https://t.co/2ztBJJV31c"

I never really thought many people knew about this moment. It is one of my favourites too!

They both worked so hard on the love and letter album , the concept and song itself and especially the mv were pretty different from what they and we were used to so I was scared if they were going to have a win for it at all.

So I cried when I watched them. There was only a glimpse of this soonhoon moment but it was enough to make my heart ache.

Soonyoung was shocked and already started crying but the second he glanced over to a hunched over crying jihoon, he bawled.

The rawness and sincerity of the emotion felt on stage that day, made me hurt because of all the pain they had to endure to do what they love doing but it also made me proud to call myself a carat.

To our precious seventeen, Today marks the one year anniversary of your first win. We’ve come a long way and no matter what country we’re from or what language we speak, carats will always understand your love for us. Please stay strong and take care of yourselves.

After three days in the desert I asked the dream owl. It wasn’t a question so much as it was a prayer, so much as it was a song.

How long does our love need to wander, searching for water, until it finds itself an eternal spring. How lonely do we have to get before we realize we’ve never been alone?

It was high noon when the owl answered me in the middle of the casino. In front of everyone its black shadow glittered across me, tore me open and I sang an aria of bloody grief. The slot machines cried out in unison and everybody won, even the losers. Especially the losers. After all, they were the only ones who knew how to win.

New Edition

Thick gray smoke, it’s curtain call
Welcome, welcome, to you all
Events you’ve never seen before
Scream and shout if you want more

These effects we cannot fake
Unphantomable tragedy of our own make
Watch the play unfold and gasp with terror
Press dislike without a single error

There is no need truly cry
Superficial empathy will get you by
For distance is a fickle thing
When you don’t need to truly win

Never wonder, it’s not real
There’s no need to truly feel
Too close for comfort? Back away
No one ever made you stay

Outside for us, the play will stop
We need no shelter, bombs won’t drop
The earth won’t quiver, drunk on red
We do not need to fear our death

Our play is older than a dream
Different now as it may seem
We’ve seen all a hundred times before
Yet we still desire more

Of cries that will ever sound the same
And weapons that will ever seek the fame
Of our news and horror, our twisted relief
At least it is not we who grief

Please stay and watch our new rendition
of that famous world edition
Drink some coffee or some tea
And welcome to the stage of World War III

The injury had come to him at the worst possible time, and so Hajime had to watch Tooru and their team win Olympia in front of his tv instead of by his side. 

None of them had cried when they’d kissed each other goodbye on the airport. His teammates had all hugged Hajime before, wishing him well, pity in their eyes about the injury that had messed up his foot. But oh, Tooru had pulled him so close that Hajime lost all the air in his lungs. 

“I’ll count all the kisses you’re gonna owe me.” Tooru’s breath had been soft against his ear, voice heavy and silver with hidden tears. “One in the morning, one at night. One each time I cry, ten when I win, ten when we meet again.” 

“You’ll get all of them when you win,” Hajime had said. 
When. Not ‘if’. Some things are as certain as the sun rising in the morning. 

The airplane’s half an hour late. Hajime stares at the hallway where people pour out into the airport, and there they are. There he is. 

Tooru storms forward, eyes wide, the golden medal swinging around his neck over his open team jacket. He falls into Hajime’s arms, lips soft, salt-wet, begging and praying and whispering hello, it’s me, oh I missed you

But Hajime gently pushes him away, reaches into his pocket. “You counted?” He asks. Tooru nods, opens his mouth. 

“Don’t tell me the number”. 

“What?” Something bright vanishes in Tooru’s eyes. He frowns, shifts. “Haji - “

A last deep breath. Hajime’s whole body trembles when he pulls the black velvet box out of his pocket and opens it. “You don’t have to count. I give you all my kisses for the rest of my life. If - if you will.” 

And then, Tooru is crying. He sobs out loud, stumbles to his knees together with Hajime and whimpers like a child when the silver ring fits onto his finger, and Hajime’s lips touch his own in a soft reverence that says: welcome home.