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Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa… I did it! Finally managed to finish this one! Thank you for everyone who enjoyed the preview, I really hope you buys enjoy the full thing. Please let me know what you thought of it! Lots of love, B xx


Originally posted by grabiajulia


They’re funny little things. 

Sometimes they take over your body and make you do things that you wouldn’t ever do if it weren’t for the obscene amount of hormones coursing through your bloodstream - you’d never eat a plate full of pasta and a whole chocolate bar right after or cry at the butter commercial cause that family looks just so damn happy that they have their butter and each other… And you would not, under any circumstances, be thinking about how much you want your friend to fuck you into oblivion if it weren’t for the hormones.

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Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 9]

Originally posted by jackbumfan

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6   Chapter 7  Chapter 8

As your arms draped around his neck, he looked at you with an awe that always drove you crazy. You were still his girl, even after all this time. Nothing could make him happier than knowing your love hadn’t vanished despite his foolish decision to try and fight the way he felt.

He walked to two of you toward the sliding glass door, whispering in your ear just the way you remembered.

“I still love you too”.

You and Jaebum didn’t make it far before the need to reconnect with one another took over.

He set you onto the couch in the living room, immediately pulling you close for another heated kiss.

Soft moans of unadulterated bliss passed between you as your tongues moved together in unison. You pulled back, tugging his bottom lip to completely drive him wild and the soft groan that followed only proved your success.

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9/30 studyblr challenge by @hayley-studies: desk in use

new year, new space.
planners, pens, pastels. excited for the new year! I hope the new year is treating everyone well - whether it be lounging about on summer holidays or getting ready for the final stretch of winter semester.

thank you for all your asks, support, keysmashes, sharing your successes, opening up about your worries and new years messages. here’s to more stress induced motivational insanity in 2016.

anonymous asked:

One thing I didn't understand was, why wasn't the "Uchiha greatest weakness is love" common knowledge in the clan itself? As a ninja clan, you would think they'd take steps to guard against this sharingan induced insanity. Like, why would they even encourage people to get the Mangekyo knowing what the price was? And what was the "killing your closest friend" bullshit about? Why was that even there? Why did they talk about hatred so much instead of guarding against sharingan induced insanity?

I don’t think that many people actually knew how the Mangekyou happened? As far as I remember Itachi had to dig through old documents/visit the Uchiha shrine/talk to ‘Madara’ to figure it out, though I could be mixing things up. 

There’s not really any excuse for the Sharingan part of it, though. That was pretty much what Tobirama tried to help them with, by founding the Military Police Force (and it’s always been something of a headcanon of mine that he was trying to keep as many of them as possible from actually awakening the Sharingan, but more for “let’s not inflict trauma in the name of strength” reasons than “I don’t want you to be powerful” reasons). It was kind of the perfect thing to keep most Uchiha out of the field and give them less chance of the whole Curse of Hatred thing. 

sterek au: the sheriff takes stiles and deputy hale fishing.

written bc unashamed-fangirl kept talking about the sheriff wearing that hat hanging in the sheriff’s office, and i just could not get the image of the sheriff fishing in that hat, and stiles and deputy!derek in a boat with him out of my head.


Stiles comes walking into the precinct, a sheriff-healthy lunch in a picnic basket and a cooler of beer in the Jeep. He’s wearing an ugly khaki vest over his plaid shirt and waders that come up to his knees, mostly to make fun of his dad’s idea of “appropriate fishing attire.” When he enters the sheriff’s office, his dad rolls his eyes in a way-too-overly-exaggerated fashion.

“What are you wearing?”

“Fishing clothes.” Stiles throws his arms out and grins.

“Stiles, you look ridiculous.”

Stiles points to the monstrosity pulled on the sheriff’s head and his Hawaiian shirt. “That’s hilarious coming from you.”

“I’m going to ignore your jabs at what real fisherman wear and demand you go put the tackle box and fishing poles in the Jeep.”

Stiles nods as he exits the office. “We stopping for bait on the way?”

“No, Hale’s bringing it.”

Stiles flails into the nearest desk, and manages to knock a stack of folders off Foley’s desk. Foley glares at him as Stiles tries to help pick them up, and the sheriff is just rubbing a hand over his face in exasperation.

“Everything okay in here?”

Stiles forgets all about Foley’s folders and whips around to see Deputy Derek standing there. Carrying a basket of crickets and a container of worms in each of his hands. Wearing worn jeans that look way too soft to the touch and a grey t-shirt. And a stupid khaki bucket hat that matches the sheriff’s.  

“You fish?” Stiles asks.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Derek scoffs. Stiles lifts his chin defiantly. “Have you actually ever been on a boat?”

“I’ll have you know, Deputy Hale, that my parents had me in a boat before I could walk.”

“Doesn’t mean you know how to fish.”

“Wow, just wow. You could at least wait until I’ve cast out before insulting my mad fishing skills.”

Derek scowls, and points to Stiles’ feet. “You know we’re not trout fishing, right?”

Stiles looks down at the waders, which had been such a great joke for his dad before his dad had gone and betrayed him evilly by inviting his super hot deputy to fish with him. A super hot deputy that hated him.

“Boys, if you’re going to do this all day, I’m going fishing alone.” They both turned toward the sheriff, who had his arms crossed and was staring at them with his best you’re-an-idiot Dad glare. Stiles was impressed that with just one look, the sheriff could cow two grown men, one who was a very terrifying deputy.

“Sorry, Dad,” Stiles mutters along with Derek’s “Sorry, sir.” The sheriff smirks and leads them out to the Jeep.


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Tennis Shoes, Chapter 4

Summary:  In honor of 4/20, a fic with Katniss and Gale stumbling into growing pot before finding they’re completely out of their depth. Seeds are sown (pun intended) for Everlark. The story can be found on AO3.

Chapter summary:  Katniss and Gale turn to Haymitch for help with the threat to their business. Even though she’s trying to protect Peeta by keeping him out of her messy life, Katniss can’t seem to maintain any distance from her favorite baker. Gale throws his annual Solstice party and Katniss accidentally (on purpose) asks Peeta to be her date.

A/N: Hi! I can’t believe it has been a year since I posted (then completely neglected) this story. In honor of four-twenty, I got my act together to update. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

That evening, Gale and I met Haymitch at the diviest dive bar in the Seam, and that was seriously saying something. Despite their low standards in cleanliness, Gale still had to bribe the bouncer to let us in. In true Seam fashion, underaged “kids” were welcome to grow and sell, and in this case bargain with, weed, but not necessarily enter a bar. 

As I nervously rolled my foot back and forth, sticking and unsticking my Chuck Taylors from the floor, Gale told Haymitch the whole story. At one point Gale leaned over and pressed his palm against my knee to stop my compulsive bouncing, so I used my feet to gather a small pile of peanut shells on which I could perch my the toes of my shoes . Gale was hunched over with his elbows on the filthy table and he kept pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down over his hands, but I couldn’t tell if it was a cleanliness issue or a nervous tic. Either way, I was reminded of him as a gawky fourteen-year-old. And, peeking at Haymitch grudgingly from the corner of my eye, I was struck by the way Gale and I both bristle at and crave a certain type of man, dare I say, a father figure.

When Gale had reached the end of his story, Haymitch knocked back the rest of the filthy glass of amber liquid that he had been swirling and trained his bloodshot, eagle-eyes on me. “So how’s the bakery gig, Sweetheart?”

Scowling at the casual use of “sweetheart”, I cleared my throat and said, “Good. It’s fine.”

He nodded slowly and asked, “And the boy?”

I felt my cheeks flush, but held his gaze. “Which boy? There are several.” Somehow, I knew we were talking about Peeta. In my flustered state, I defaulted to surly and demanded, “What do you care?”

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What is the Fire Emblem?
  • Fire Emblem 1/2/3/11/12/13: A bedazzled shield that gets stolen a lot.
  • Fire Emblem 4/5: A family crest so overlooked that they don't mention it until the epilogue.
  • Fire Emblem 6/7: A key for a sword. Swords need keys here.
  • Fire Emblem 8: A rock that doubles as a prison. May also induce insanity.
  • Fire Emblem 9/10: A medallion that doubles as a prison. May also induce insanity.
  • Fire Emblem 14: A sword suffering a series of identity crises.

Doing My Husband’s Makeup!

Highly requested video! Putting makeup on my Husband 💋

This was meant to be up yesterday evening but technical issues of an unspeakably frustrating and insanity-inducing nature occurred, so a bit delayed but YO. 

anonymous asked:

taehyung vlogger au?? where you watch his videos and suddenly meet him in real life. thank you, i love your blog!!!

Originally posted by hugtae

THANK YOU!!! I LOVE YOU TOO!! omg vlogger taehyung so cute???!?!?!?!?! @hyongtae, @unpretty-writer, @infireation, @jinhyong and @pyrocrastinate ily

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“Thank you for tuning in again this week! I’ll try my best to keep you updated with my trip. See you later, guys.” Taehyung placed his hand over the camera, and that’s when the vlog ended. You’d been watching his video’s nonstop for the past hour with nothing to do, despite seeing this week’s update at least 7 times.

It was just an accident, really. You had no intention of clicking the recommended video with “My Dog Ripped Apart My Underwear (Again…)” as the title. The thumbnail was just a young man smiling at a cute dog in his arms.

To put it simply, you were obsessed with him. All of his video’s were just his life, or maybe he’d spice it up and post some video -him singing, playing an instrument, showing his daily routine-. For some reason you couldn’t get enough of Taehyung. Him and his sweet dog, and sometimes his wild friends, were just what your tired caffeine induced brain needed.

He was insanely popular, too. People loved every minute of him, and that was enough to get over 6,000,000 subscribers in two years. You felt upset you didn’t know of Taehyung earlier, or you’d definitely have a brighter day knowing you were alive in the same universe as him…Even if he had no idea you walked the same planet as him.

You had things to do, though. Sadly, you still couldn’t revolve your entire life around Taehyung’s 15 minute vlogs he ran weekly. It was surprising, sometimes he’d post twice a week, and you loved it especially. The life you lived wasn’t as amazing as his, obviously, but you couldn’t just stop living it to watch his videos.

Even though you wanted to try…

It was past 7 AM by the time you decided to get dressed for the foggy Saturday morning ahead of you. All night you’d stayed up to write papers to stay caught up in your classes. You had the day off, but chores still screamed at you whenever you turned a corner in your small apartment.

“Fine…” You muttered to nothing in particular, rolling the sleeves of your crew neck to tie up your trash bag and hauling it into your arms. The stench had been circulating throughout the air for days now, but you didn’t notice much because you’d been spending so much time at the local library down the street, that was placed perfectly on your college campus. They kept that place open long hours into the night, knowing kids needed to stay up to finish reports and things due at 12 maximum.

You shuffled downstairs and outside, throwing the black bag into the dumpster. Nobody showed up at the back of your building, so you knew that your ripped up pajamas and gross bed hair wouldn’t be noticed.

After entering your apartment again, you showered and dressed, making yet another coffee to keep your fuel running. No time for sleeping. Not today.

Snatching up your bag, you left your apartment and began to walk towards the market down the street. You were running dry of vegetables, and your insides were beginning to rot, probably.

As you walked down the street, you pulled your phone from your bag and began to text various friends. They were probably all busy, but you were sure they still had some time to have small talk before you entered the store.

Once none of them replied, you discarded that idea and shoved your phone away, making sure it was off. Fine, if they weren’t going to reply…you weren’t going to wait for them too.

You were in sight of the market, and that was when someone began to intersect with you, walking from the other side of the street. You glanced over by habit, getting only half the sight of his face. He looked familiar, but you paid no mind to him. Probably just another tired looking kid from school.

He seemed to be making his way to the market as well, but it didn’t matter to you. Crossing the street, you were now walking about a foot in front of him, so you hurried a little and snaked through the sliding doors of the market. On the left side of the door were baskets, so you picked one up and headed straight for the vegetables.

As you threw foods your taste bud’s preferred into your basket, someone tapped your shoulder. Lazily, you turned your head to look at him, but you immediately perked up upon seeing his face.

“I really like your sweater, sorry, I just…thought I should tell you I really like your sweater. I said that twice, cool. Sorry.” He bit his lip at you, and you were stunned into silence. Wait…was that…Taehyung?

Oh my god, is this real? He was so much taller in person, and much better looking if you say so yourself. The sweater you were wearing was a worn out Star Wars one, that was missing the r in wars because of all the times you’d washed it-without looking at the tag to see that you were washing it wrong.- Still, for some reason he felt like complimenting you on this, and you couldn’t help the blush forming all over your face.

Do you tell him you watch his videos? Do you make a fool of yourself and act like a star struck fan? The two of you watched each other in silence for a moment, in the middle of the vegetable aisle of your supermarket.

“I watch your videos!” You whispered, and his awkward smile grew wider, no longer awkward.

“Mine?” He pointed to himself, and you nodded furiously. Great, no going back now.

“Yeah, you’re really interesting. Especially when with your friends.”

“Do you like my friends more than me?” He chuckled, and you shook your head.

“No, I like you the most.” You promised, feeling your cheeks heat up more at what you’d just said. You’d said that in the most humiliating way, you could see even Taehyung was blushing.

“I never imagined such a pretty girl to be saying that…” He pouted, and you were ready to melt. Taehyung was so much more incredibly beautiful in person, you had no idea how someone like him could even speak to you.

“You say that to every girl, don’t you?” You pressed, and he stuck both hands up in defeat as he laughed.

“Not exactly.”

“I just…think you’re really cool.” You mumbled sheepishly, swinging your basket around a little crazily. The grin he wore wasn’t something new to you, but you could tell he only made it when he was shy.

“You should’ve messaged me! You knew I was coming here, right?”

“Well, yeah but…You’re just so insanely popular you probably never would’ve even replied…”

“Not true.” He immediately interjected, placing a hand on your shoulder. It was a comforting squeeze Taehyung gave, but still nonetheless sent butterflies jumbling inside your tummy. Not the cute kind that made you want to kiss him. No, the kind where you felt as if you were ready to throw up right on his pretty, expensive shoes. “I just finished meeting with a few…uh…”

“Fans.” You finished for him, smiling. He looked down, snorting at the word.

“Yes, fans. Did you know they messaged me?” Taehyung looked up at you, a slight pout on his lips that would’ve made him look much younger if not for his height. Shrugging sheepishly, you didn’t meet his eyes despite the gaze Taehyung attempted to hold.

“What are you doing in here, when you’re on vacation?”

“Vacation? I’m visiting family and attending a funeral for my moms best friends daughter.”

You felt your stomach drop at the words, mouth agape as you tried to form words but couldn’t. This was a catastrophe, you had no idea it was something so terribly devastating. Taehyung seemed to be taken aback at himself, and he abruptly shook both hands in front of your face.

“Uh, sorry, that was like, totally personal. I’m not even close with them its just…common courtesy because I want to be there for my mom? I sound like a dick now, I’m so sorry I should really leave, its just, you’re so pretty.”  

You were stunned, to say the least. Never in a million years would you expect to run into Taehyung, the mastermind who worked his ass off to gain 6 million subscribers by posting weekly, sometimes daily videos that were absolutely breathtaking for the sole fact of knowing all the hard work he put into it.  You idolized Taehyung to the point of being unable to speak when he stuttered everyday compliments to you. He was breathtakingly perfect in every sort of aspect, from the birthmarks all over his face to the unevenness of his eyes. He never failed to wow you.

And here he was once again, wowing you into silence just by calling you pretty.

“Sorry, should I leave?”

“No! I… No… I’m sorry for your mother’s best friends loss. Did you used to live here?”

His smile had returned, and you sighed deeply. “Thank you, and no, I’ve never been here before. I got lost 3 times even after asking for directions.”

“Oh, shit. How about I walk you back to wherever your staying? Wait, that sounds stalkerish I totally did not intend for that.”

“You’re fine. I’d like that. What else do you need to buy? I’ll come with you. I should so vlog this… Do you mind?”

“No, go ahead. Wait, do you mean you’re going to show me?”

“Yes. Too late to say no I’m about to record!” He pulled free a small camera, black and shiny before flipping up a screen and turning it on. Taehyung smiled into the screen, now reflecting the both of you like a mirror.

“Hi guys! I’m in the supermarket with my new friend, um…”

“(Y/N),” you cut in, and Taehyung shot you a thankful look. He put his basket down to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you close. To the small amount of passerby’s just trying to do their weekend shopping this was probably quite the spectacle.

“Yes, (Y/N). She’s a new friend wearing this sick Star Wars shirt. Just ran into her looking for some radishes. I was vlogging about this earlier,but (Y/N) probably knows this place better than me and thankfully promised to help me back to the place I’m staying.”

And you did. You helped Taehyung back to the place he was staying, in deep conversation the whole time the two of you lugged grocery bags together up the street. It was strange, you expected him to be noticed more, but not once was he greeted by anyone on the sidewalk. Taehyung just seemed like an entirely different person to you, almost…. Almost normal.

As you stopped in front of the place he told you about, you bid Taehyung farewell before turning around to leave. You felt a tightness in your chest as you turned, knowing you’d probably never see Taehyung again besides on a computer screen. Even though he barely knew you, you felt as if you were friends with Taehyung long before this rare and amazing encounter. The internet was truly amazing thing.

“Thank you, (Y/N). How will we ever talk again?”

Huh? You couldn’t help but whirl around and stare at Taehyung, silent as your bags gently ruffled in the light breeze. He still stood in the same spot as before, except this time he held his phone out toward you.

“Can I get your number?”

“My number?” You furrowed your brows, reaching into your pocket to pull free your phone as well. Taehyung snatched it away from you once it was turned on, and handed you his phone. For a moment you watched as he typed digits into your number, a smile brushed across your face. You looked down at his phone, and pressed your number into it.

“I’ll text you when the vlog comes out, okay?” He gave you back your phone, pocketing his own as well. You nodded at Taehyung, unable to keep the smile off of your face no matter how hard you tried. Your smile seemed to be contagious, as his grew wider just by looking at you.

“Sounds great. See you, Taehyung.”

It was a few days before you woke up to your phone ringing loudly. You groaned, rolling over onto your stomach to pick up your phone and answer it. Your voice was rough from just waking up, but you didn’t really care.

“Mm, hello?”

“(Y/N)?” It was Taehyung. You could tell by the softness of his voice he’d been up for awhile. You shot up into a sitting position, unconsciously patting down your hair as if he could see it. He laughed nervously on the other line, and you wondered if he was fidgeting as well.

“I posted the video, and I’m about to get on the plane to go home.”

“You’re leaving?” You didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but you did. Of course Taehyung had to go home, and it was sweet of him to even tell you when he barely knew you.

“Sorry for calling so early, but I wanted to tell you. Can we keep in touch? We can text and call, I don’t know…”

“Yes, of course I’d really like that. Don’t worry about calling early, even if its the only day I have afternoon classes and get to sleep in.”

“Wait, really? I’m sorry!”

“I’m kidding, don’t worry at all. Thank you, for telling me.”

“Yeah,” he snorted, and you imagined him to be messing with his hair. Taehyung sighed on the other line, and you laid back down against your pillows. “Go back to sleep!”

“Right.” It was much too early to be blushing, but there you were smiling like an idiot with a phone pressed to your ear.

“I need to go now, but can I call you when I get off the plane?”

“Yes, do that. Only if you’re not busy, though.”

“I’m not that busy, (Y/N). Bye.”

“Okay, bye.” You hung up, throwing down your phone to go toward your computer. A morning call and new video? Today was your lucky day.


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“Keep Still.”

Prompt: “Quit moving! You shouldn’t have disobeyed daddy, and you wouldn’t be over my knee!”

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, use of ‘little girl’, obviously dom and sub elements. 

Currently taking prompts for any Supernatural or Marvel characters, send them my way :)

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friendly reminder that jason didn’t ~die alone in a warehouse~ like the movie portrayed (as sob-worthy as that scene was).

he died with sheila haywood, his biological mother, in a warehouse, while attempting to shield her from the blast.

some meta about the under the hood movie below the cut

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Closed Rp for: @outlawarcher

“Get your hands off of me!” Asugi snarled and bared his teeth like a wild animal. Nohrians. Nohrians everywhere, holding him down, pinning him, tying him up. It was all happening too fast. One minute he’d been fighting alongside his Hoshidan comrades, the next he was surrounded by Nohrians and abandoned. They were all fighting for their lives at this point. After Corrin had chosen Nohr over Hoshido things had gone downhill. War had broken out. Asugi hadn’t be around, or even alive for that part. It was his first mission after coming out of the deeprealms. Of course it would be on his first mission he would get captured. His heart hammered in his chest as he glared at those holding him down. He would not give up any information on Hoshido no matter what they’d do to him. Asugi was scared though, there was no denying that. He’d been abandoned, and no one could save him now. Saizo would be in me raged he was sure.

Due to how much he was thrashing about, and causing trouble for those attempting to transfer him, he was knocked out to be carried back. For days after he was vigorously interrogated, but the young ninja did not crack under the pressure. In fact, he refused food completely, and wouldn’t even talk to those who interrogated, or watched him. Due to his frequent, and usually almost successful escape attempts, he was kept under constant watch.

Now he lay in the cell provided for him in chains. The chains barely held his skinny wrists in them, a clear sign of his self inflicted malnutrition. As if by some insanity induced moment, the young ninja started to sing. His voice curled around the words which had no meaning to a Nohrian listener. This was his way of keeping his sanity, and if they wouldn’t gag him, he would damn well use it.

The cadejo is a character from Salvadoran, Belizean, Nicaraguan, Costa Rican, Honduran, Guatemalan and southern Mexican folklore. There is a good white cadejo and an evil black cadejo. Both are spirits that appear at night to travelers: the white to protect them from harm during their journey, the black (sometimes an incarnation of the devil), to kill them. The colors of the cadejo are sometimes exchanged according to local tradition. In some places the black cadejo is seen as the good one and the white cadejo the evil one. They usually appear in the form of a large (up to the size of a cow), shaggy dog with burning red eyes and a goat’s hooves, although in some areas they have more bull-like characteristics.  Some Guatemalan folklore also tells of a cadejo that guards drunks against anyone who tries to rob or hurt them. When the cadejo is near, it is said to bring about a strong goat-like smell. Most people say never to turn your back to the creature because otherwise you will go crazy. Speaking to the cadejo will also induce insanity.

In popular etymology, the name cadejo is thought to have derived from the Spanish word “cadena”, meaning “chain”; the cadejo is at times represented as dragging a chain behind him. There is a fairly large member of the weasel family, the tayra, which in common speech is called a cadejo and is cited as a possible source of the legend.

Star vs Steven: A Legal Battle
  • Judge: Miss Butterfly, you have been charged with the plagiarism of Mr. Steven Universe's intellectual property. How do you plead?
  • Star: I didn't pay for anything!
  • Judge: So you admit to the cri-
  • Marco: Star pleads innocence! Um... Excuse us your honor. *To Star* Star!?!
  • Star: Oh Marco, how can I be charged with anything if I don't actually pay?
  • Judge: Whatever. Will the accuser please state his case.
  • Steven: Well... um... your honor I don't actually--
  • Connie: On August 1st of this Year, it has been reported that Miss Butterfly used her wand to manifest a pink bubble around herself as she swam in an aquaduct restricted from the public! Also take into consideration the fact that Miss Butterfly is a magical alien girl who fights off monsters using a magical weapon with the help of a token human (thank you very much) who happens to be well versed in the realm of physical combat! Sound familiar?
  • Steven: Magi-- But I'm only half alien! And a boy.
  • Judge: Now will the accused please state their case?
  • Marco: Your honor, my client was merely using the bubble to protect herself. A bubble made the most sense at the time.
  • Connie: But what was she protecting herself from?
  • Marco: Well uh...
  • Star: You don't remember? Silly Marco, I was hiding from the police!
  • Marco: *facepalm*
  • Connie: Ha! Your honor, the accused is a common criminal who gives magical alien warriors a bad name!
  • Marco: No, you see, its all one big misunderstanding! The- The Accuser is bringing up irreverent information!
  • Judge: I'll allow it. Why was Star hiding from the police?
  • Steven: Connie, I don't know about this.
  • Connie: Don't worry about it! Justice will be served! *to the court* Though Star already has a steady record of criminal activity, it has been reported that on that day Star also destroyed a police car and a taco stand sign at the same time. Other crimes committed in the two years since she came here include multiple counts of destruction of public property, public nuisance, fraud, failure to pay for utilities, assault, multiple kidnappings, and the sick perversion of a burrito.
  • Marco: Your honor, putting sugar on a burrito is indeed sacrilege...
  • Star: Delicious sacrilege!
  • Marco: But its far from illegal.
  • Judge: Very well. Now can you explain the kidnappings?
  • Marco: I... er... Star was kinda...
  • Star: Your honor, that will never happen again. I have a... um... condition.
  • Marco: Yeah... Star is innocent by means of temporary hormone induced insanity!
  • Judge: And the other crimes?
  • Marco: Self defense! There are Monsters who are after Star Wand and-
  • Judge: Very well. Is there anything else you would like to point out?
  • Marco: The accuser is also guilty of-
  • Star: Steven is just as bad as I am! I mean, sure, he comes across as some innocent little boy, but this little boy is also a murderer! Tell me, Steven, does the name Bismuth Ring a bell.
  • Steven: I...
  • Star: Or how about Eyeball? Jasper ring any bells?
  • Steven: I... I tried to save them but I..
  • Judge: Do you need a moment?
  • Steven: No... no... *sobbing* I'm fine.
  • Connie: Steven... just take a moment... we'll get through this.
  • *Steven and Connie hug. The two giggle, and Steven gem begins glowing. There is a flash of light. Steven and Connie are now gone. Stevonnie is in there place*
  • Stevonnie: Oh, um. Crap.
  • Marco: *too Star* Can you do that?
  • Judge: Order! Order in the court! Excuse, um, mam... sir... where are the accusers.
  • Stevonnie: Um... well... we're right here.
  • Marco: See Judge! There plagiarists too! They ripped this off from Dragon Ball Z!
  • Judge: Compose yourself! This has never happened in a court of law before, but I suppose there's nothing we can do about this. We will continue the proceedings as usual. Will the accused please continue in a mature fashion.
  • Marco: I apologize your honor. As I was saying, the accuser's are plagiarists as well, and the bubble was not they're own. I call to the stand... Wander!
  • *Distant Banjo Music is heard.*