is it written

2. blow me while you can

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                                          JUNGKOOK X READER

                             SYNOPSIS: Sometimes your boyfriend                                                             is annoying when his dick is hard.


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“Is that a hamster eating a miniature pie?”

It was the start of the weekend and—naturally—you were watching a video about hamsters eating tiny food on tiny furniture in a tiny house made of popsicle sticks. A bowl of popcorn was situated on your boobs and you were lying comfortably on your dorm bed. Or at least you were until Jungkook all but slammed your door open and alerted your entire floor of his presence.

“I don’t tell you how to live your life, Jungkook,” you supplied, turning your head back to the brightly lit laptop screen.

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Thought these two asks on Su-Won in chapter 136 complemented each other nicely, so I’m lumping them together.

On 136 Su-Won:

I confess Su-Won’s response to Yona’s request actually shocked me at first, because ever since Kouren’s plans for war got revealed I had been defended that there was still a chance Su-Won wasn’t planning on taking over Xing, as Kouren and everyone else was assuming.

Min-Soo’s explanation, however, made me realise Su-Won was being very pragmatic. Like, pragmatic as fuck, which is what he’s always been. Don’t like the king? Kill him. Witness princess escapes? Don’t waste resources chasing her, she can’t tell anybody the truth anyway. Drug dealers wrecking havoc in your kingdom? Go and deal with it in person.

So, I’m of the faction on tumblr who agrees that Su-Won’s behaviour here isn’t abnormal: it aligns perfectly with everything he’s done so far. Though a peace treaty would cool things on the surface, Kuren’s anger would not dissipate. We saw it in Xing - the fire in her is too large, and we know her resentment runs too deep; it cannot be extinguished. It would have just keep cooking, and boiling, and one day it’s going to explode again, and then we’d have a war whether we like it or not. When viewed this way, Su-Won is merely dealing with a problem he will have to deal with anyway, but he’s deciding to sort it out now instead of leaving it for tomorrow. 

NOW FOR THE NASTY BIT.

Though Su-Won’s decision is logical, the way Min-Soo says that Xing would eventually “revolt” means that Su-Won is only considering peace under the condition that Xing becomes a vassal state, which means he probably was thinking of taking over Xing, which probably means what Hak said (that stuff about how if Kouka wins it would gain the necessary power to oppose the Kai empire) is probably the reason why Su-Won was after Xing, and well… that really does cast Su-Won in a nasty light, doesn’t it?

I think Kouren’s hatred has reached such a fever point that it doesn’t even matter whether Su-Won was planning on taking over, she was probably going to go off anyway, but what matters here is that Su-Won seems to have meant to go after Xing from the very beginning, vengeful warrior princess or not.

To top it off, Min-Soo tells Su-Won that Yona wants to stop the war because if she doesn’t her friends are dead meat.

Su-Won knows the DWs. He’s seen them with Yona&Hak, he’s seen how close they are, he’s witnessed just how far they were willing to go for her and knows that they care for each other deeply. So when Min-Soo asks Su-Won if he’s still going to proceed with this plan even though it means hurting Yona, he’s not talking about Yona’s selfless wish to protect people from war, or about her ideology, or about what she thinks is best for both kingdoms…. he’s asking him if he’s okay with butchering Yona’s feelings by abandoning her friends, if he’s okay with murdering her family again.

So yeah, TL;DR: Su-Won’s a dick. 

He is, essentially, saying “lol yeah and I’d kill your dad all over again”. I see why suddenly there’s a lot of people turning their backs on Su-Won, because really, he’s hurting Yona again, and again, and again. But given the historical context and considering the fact that he’s a king, what he says is an ultimate truth: He can’t place someone above the nation for personal reasons, and to Su-Won it’s in Kouka’s interest to become stronger to fend off the looming monster that the Kai Empire is.

So, war it is.

anonymous asked:

Well, this is kinda angsty, but can I request a scenario where zen & mc are together and in the last rfa party zen slept with jaehee and after a few days jaehee couldn't deal with the blame and told mc in front of all rfa but MC pretended not to believe her (andthenrfa*cof*saeran*cof*tryingtocomforther). This is ridiculously specific, i know lolol but feel free if you don't want to do it, it's okay, or if you want to change anything just do it 😅 I love love love your blog and your writing ❤❤❤❤❤

Ok so this post actually ended up being realllly long and I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ thing so I’m really sorry to anyone trying to scroll by
Oops 

And I’m so glad you like my writing, and I’m also really glad I got this request because at first I wasn’t sure how to write it (I basically ended up writing a fanfiction using bullet points haha oops) but I had a lot of fun doing it.

Disclaimer: I don’t think Zen would ever cheat and I actually don’t think Jaehee has any romantic feelings for him, just admiring adoration.

And I know you said I could change things
but it’s rlly angsty 
and I’m an angst monster and I kinda love it sooo i’m gonna keep it exactly how you wrote it  

let’s do it

  • Zen had always been flirty with you
  • And at some point..you had started flirting back
  • And soon it was more than flirting and you found yourself head over heels for each other
  • Constant phone calls too each other where you’d gush over how you wished you could see each other
  • Good morning and Goodnight texts
  • The occasional shameless flirt in the public chat
  • Once you two met at the first RFA party it was like a scene from a Disney movie, you two all but ran to each other and he swung you around once he snagged you in a tight embrace
  • Looking into his eyes you swore this could be love
  • He did too.
  • He really did swear he was in love with you
  • You were everything he had hoped and more
  • You were the person that woke him up everyday and put a smile on his face, you were the person that he thought of when love songs came on the radio, when he was on stage you were his muse, when he lay down to sleep at night you were the final thought in his head, and the first one in his dreams.
  • The next RFA party was a few months after you two had first met in person, only a couple months into your very happy relationship
  • You two had spent the first half of the night joined at the hip, happily enjoying each other’s company.
  • But somewhere throughout the nights timeline you both got distracted by separate guests and acquaintances and wandered away from each other.
  • Zen started drinking. Whoever he was talking to kept egging him on and the two of them were having a good ole time, which is rare for Zen in these occasions because the guests are usually upper class aristocrats like Jumin or if they are there for Zen, it’s as fans instead of friends
  • So he thought he’d treat himself
  • It got to be a bit much
  • The other guests were starting to notice and Jumin was not going to have the press covering Zen’s drunken gusto at an RFA event
  • “Assistant Kang,” Jumin sauntered over to Jaehee while keeping his eyes on Zen. “please escort Hyun to the back where he can cool down, out of the cameras’ lines of sight.”
  • “Of course, Mr. Han” And Jaehee was off. She was relieved that she had an excuse to get Zen out of the room, she too recognized the bad press that could follow this event but felt she hadn’t had the authority to tell Zen otherwise
  • But under the guise of Jumin’s will, she was able to convince Zen to head to the back so ‘Jumin wouldn’t bitch’ (in the words of the actor).
  • Soon it was just the two of them in the back room, Jaehee giving Zen water as he yanked at his shirt collar, complaining it was hot.
  • In his drunken shenanigens he managed to undo all his buttons at some point while Jaehee was getting more water, so she came back to shirtless Zen.
  • Zen knew those eyes.
  • As the assistant stared at his pectorals with a slight blush on her cheeks, he looked into her eyes and saw something
  • Adoration. Admiration. Want.
  • She wanted him.
  • Somewhere, deep in his psyche, behind the pseudo narcissist wall, 10 year old Hyun Ryu craved the attention. The positive attention his mom said he’d never get
  • He had you
  • But in that moment he had Jaehee too, and he couldn’t turn that down
  • Jaehee doesn’t even know how it initiated, she just recalls Zen pressing her against the wall and kissing her with a passion she’s never felt before.
  • His hands undoing the buttons of her shirt
  • His lips whispering praises of how she was not only successful, but also beautiful. And so sweet. And smart. And-
  • She almost cried. Someone as talented as Zen saw something so great in someone as plain as her? Impossible.
  • But he kept assuring her, and touching her, and loving her
  • Loving her the way he should have been loving you
  • The guilt hit her, but she watched it disappear as ecstasy took over
  • Zen passed out once they were both finished, pants undone and shirt wide open, but eyes closed and soft breaths flying in and out of his lips
  • Jaehee was wide awake though.
  • She was leaning against the wall, clothes messily pulled back on and tears threatening her eyes
  • The guilt was back and it felt like the weight of the world’s biggest mistake was sitting on her shoulders
  • She put her hands over her mouth as she stared at Zen, and she started crying when she thought of you.
  • “What have I done?”
  •  
  • After every party, the RFA gets together a few days later to go over logistics. What worked, what didn’t, who came, how to convince more people to come, etc
  • Jaehee’s heart dropped as you and Zen walked in together, a bright smile on your face, a blank slate on his.
  • No not blank
  • When Jaehee met his crimson eyes she saw it, the same thing he probably saw in her eyes: Guilt. Remorse. Regret.
  • She could barely stomach the feel as you greeted her and hugged her
  • “Jaehee! Good to see you! I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party thanks to someone making a little scene” As you pulled away you playfully rolled your eyes towards Zen. 
  • He just gave a nervous chuckle
  • Jaehee opened her mouth, ready to spill her guts, only to find it was dry as cotton. 
  • You gave her a quizzical look, ready to ask what was wrong, but Jumin’s voice interrupted with “Shall we begin?” looking pointedly at the three of you.
  • “Yahoo~” Seven cheered as he plopped down next to Saeran, who had recently been getting dragged along to all the RFA meetings, given he tended to just sit in the corner and pout.
  • Much like right now. He did little more than look at you and nod, which was as courteous a greeting as you were going to get with him.
  • Yoosung nodded, signaling everyone was ready, and the discussion began
  •  
  • You all were about 30 minutes into the conversation
  • Except for Jaehee
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night of the party
  • She couldn’t stop looking at you and feeling guilty
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about telling you
  • “I need water” She stood up abruptly, startling everyone a bit
  • Jumin had a bit of an annoyed look on his face but conceded with “Fine. Quick 5 minute break for everyone”
  • Jaehee booked it to the kitchen
  • “Uh…I’m thirsty too.” Cue Zen bee-lining after her.
  • “Are you Okay??” He asked in a harsh whisper
  • “No I’m not okay!” Jaehee hissed back “We…we have to tell her.”
  • “No!” Zen’s eyes widened “No. You and I both know it was a mistake that will never happen again. She doesn’t need to know.”
  • “Zen if you love her-”
  • “I do love her!” He snapped back “I love her which is why I can’t lose her Jaehee. I know we messed up, I do. But..I can’t lose her over my mistakes” His eyes were pleading even more than his voice
  • Jaehee just stared into the crimson orbs, feeling the knot in her stomach grow. She just weakly nodded.
  • There was a moment of silence before she chugged her glass of water and turned to head back towards the living room where everyone was seated
  • She took a strong stride in
  • She bit her tongue
  • She was not going to-
  • You were the first face she met walking back in
  • Your smile welcoming her back to the circle
  • Your eyes cheery
  • Your heart open to her as it had been since the first day even when she treated you coldly.
  • Zen was right behind Jaehee and nearly bumped into her when she stopped dead in her tracks
  • “Jaehee?” You and he called at the same time, him due to her abrupt stop, and you because of the tears suddenly pouring from her eyes.
  • “Jaehee what’s wrong?” You rushed to her, attracting everyone’s attention
  • You caught Zen’s face from over her shoulder, his eyes wide. Knowing.
  • “M-MC” Jaehee choked out
  • “W-What is it?” You asked worriedly taking her trembling hands in yours
  • “MC” Her voice fell. There was just a moment of silence. Everyone in the room was looking, the outburst had even taken a hold of Saeran’s full attention.
  • “Zen and I…we’ve done something awful” 
  • You knew what she was suggesting but..no. No you didn’t. No way that’s what she meant you’re just confusing things.
  • “…What did you do?” You asked cautiously
  • Sniffling. Endless sniffling. You looked to Zen, who was pale and looked like he was also ready to cry.
  • “Zen…what happened?”
  • “I’m so sorry” He managed to get out before the lump in his throat clogged his vocal cords.
  • “At the party MC we- we had….” Jaehee couldn’t get the filthy three letter word out of her mouth
  • You dropped her hands and looked to Zen
  • “MC I’m so sorry” Zen repeated, his voice shaking even more
  • Everyone was quiet, waiting for your response
  • You had none. Just an empty stare and mouth slightly agape, waiting for words to come out of their own accord
  •  Finally they did
  • “This is a really cruel joke to play” You feigned a very obvious forced smile as your eyes blinked back tears “I never thought you guys would do such a thing..haha” You wiped a way a small drop ready to roll down your cheek
  • “MC!” Jaehee exclaimed “This isn’t-”
  • “Jaehee.” Your voice dropped. “I really don’t find this funny.”
  • “Neither do I!” The brown haired girl went to take your hand again but you pulled away
  • “And Zen” You turned to him “I don’t- I don’t know..how…” You couldn’t finish the sentence
  • They were everywhere. Pouring down your face, flooding your eyes, gathering in a small pool at your chin. It was an onslaught of tears rolling down your cheeks, choking your words, your thoughts, your everything.
  • “MC” Zen reached out to you, only to have his hand swatted away by yours.
  • You just stared at him and cried, forcing him to look you in the eyes as your faux smile fell to pieces. 
  • You felt a hand softly fall upon your shoulder, and you turned to see Seven looking at you, apologetic pity in his eyes. Saeran stood behind him, wearing an angrier version of his twin’s sentiment. 
  • “Let’s go for a ride, get some fresh air, huh MC?” The red head’s voice was soft
  • You softly nodded and let him guide you towards the door, not even able to muster up to energy to look back at Jaehee and Zen. 
  • Saeran did however, and he looked back towards the two with a face full of disgust, up until the moment he slammed the door
  • “what a good meeting” Jumin grumbled under his breath as he turned a disdainful eye towards Zen
  •  
  • You drove for a couple hours probably. Most of it in silence, but a comfortable one. You were in the passenger seat and Saeran was in the back, Seven at the wheel finding desolate roads and flying down them, giving the wind of your open window some sort of purifying feeling. It stung, but it felt good. Your hair whipped around and the land raced by and you occasionally sobbed but that was ok.
  • Eventually you found yourself back at the Chois’ place, sitting on the couch, staring at a TV playing a movie that you hadn’t been paying attention to for the last hour. Your mind was elsewhere, wondering what you had done wrong.
  • You looked at the carton of ice cream in your hand, only doing so because the sight of Saeran setting his own empty one on the coffee table had triggered you to remember Seven had given you your own carton to drown your sorrows in.
  • The redhead had actually gone out to buy more, so it was just you and Saeran on the black leather couch staring at the TV screen.
  • “Do you want this?” You offered the ice cream to Saeran who’s expression turned from bored to surprised, probably because you’d been silent for the past six hours aside from a sob here and there.
  • “You don’t want it?”
  • “I’m not hungry”
  • He stared at you and the carton for a second, his face unreadable.
  • He wanted to insist you eat the ice cream, because personally he found it to always make him feel better, but he figured you didn’t want to hear it.
  • He took the carton from your hands and placed it on the table in front of you two
  • Silence aside from the noise of the TV.
  • He cast a glance to you, only to find your eyes on the floor.
  • “doyou wantalk” You barely understood what he said it was so quiet
  • “What?” You looked to him
  • He thought you were asking out of surprise rather than inaudibility and “My therapist…he says that talking things out makes you feel better.” He looked indignant for a moment, likely remembering how stupid he felt when he rejected the idea only to find later that his therapist had been correct
  • “I…I have nothing to say” Your shell of a voice whispered
  • Saeran furrowed his brows at you. “Say you hate them”
  • “What?”
  • His voice raised a bit “You hate them don’t you? So say it. The therapist said talk about your feelings so start there. They’re scumbags who hurt you and deser-”
  • “No!” You’re voice hit a volume it hadn’t reached in hours. “I don’t hate them!”
  • Saeran was mixed with confusion and anger “What do you mean you don’t hate them? One of your best friends and your boyfriend fucked-”
  • There it was
  • Someone finally said it.
  • The hot tears made a return and began rolling down your cheeks as sudden sobs erupted from your mouth
  • Saeran was alarmed at the sudden show and tried to pinpoint the trigger. He supposes it could be his last sentence but it’s not as if it wasn’t something we all knew.
  • “I….I don’t hate them” You cried once the worst of the sobs subsided.”I don’t even think I want to hate them. I mean it’d be easier but…I don’t. Jaehee…it’s not her fault. She just..got wrapped up in it all. And she’s always liked Zen. How could she have said no. And he..he was drunk” You sputtered out your rationalizations to find that they only annoyed Saeran
  • “The Assistant should still no better. But fine. You know what? She’s not dating you, and clearly she triggered you finding out the truth. So let’s pretend she’s ok? What about the actor? I don’t care that he was drunk. There’s no excuse for him doing that!” The white haired boys voice had become louder and louder, fists clenching tighter and tighter as he began riling up old feelings of betrayal he once felt. “He abandoned you! He left you in the dust and for what? He failed you!”
  • You don’t know when it happened but Saeran had turned towards you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them tight in between his own. His mouth was contorted into some sort of snarl and you saw a fire raging behind his minty eyes. 
  • “Saeran..you’re hurting my hands” You squeaked out.
  • Your small voice dragged him out of whatever memory he was reliving and he sort of faded back into reality with a few blinks of his eyes before turning his attention to his hands. He let go of yours and in a flat voice uttered a “sorry”.
  • You guys were silent again, just staring at the floor, both living in whatever sad memory chose to cross your brains.
  • “You deserve better is all” He finally said.
  • “I know” You replied, voice empty of any real feeling.
  • You looked up, staring at the TV but not actually watching as a man on a horse offered a hand towards a young woman. “I just can’t stop thinking about him. About the him I fell in love with. Is he really gone?”
  • Saeran followed your gaze to the TV, looking on as the girl hopped on the horse. “I think so. That’s assuming he was the guy you thought he was at any point.”
  • “He was.” You said, a little defensive. Saeran looked towards you, watching your emotionless expression, knowing that there was a storm underneath despite the calm appearance. He knew because he often did the same, rocking a stoic appearance while watching all hell break loose in his own head.
  • “Is this the part where I say ‘It gets better’?” 
  • “Do you believe that it does?”
  • “Not a fuckin’ chance” A bitter smirk twisted his lips 
  • “I appreciate the honesty” You sighed
  • “Not in the way that we think it will anyway” He looked off into space somewhere.
  • “Hm?” You turned to him
  • “Everyone imagines that one day soon they’re going to wake up and suddenly it’s not going to hurt anymore. That there’s gonna be a day when you don’t think about this. You’re always gonna think about it. You’re always gonna wonder what you did wrong. Why God hates you. What things would be like if it didn’t happen.”
  • “You don’t think that there can be a day when it all feels ok?” You ask, partially to heal your hopeless heart, and partially because you see Saeran is projecting his own feelings and you’re curious to know how he feels.
  • “Maybe. I haven’t hit it yet though. Doubt I will.” 
  • You stared as he looked off into the distance, feeling as if you could see the scenes of his past playing in his eyes.
  • You were just about to recede back into your ball of depression and hopelessness before he spoke again and took your attention
  • “But that’s me. You’re…you, MC” your questioning look prompted him to continue “You’re…a good person.”
  • “You are to-” You went to say but he cut you off by turning and leaning towards you with a new intensity in his face.
  • “Not like you. If at all” He scoffed. “ You though, everyone loves you. And they’re right too. Because…” suddenly he stopped himself, seeming to turn a little shy.
  • “Because?” You wanted, no, needed to hear this.
  • He gulped down his fear and turned his eyes to the side, unable to look at you as he delivered his next few words, scared of you seeing through him even more than you usually do. 
  • “MC, you’re..everything. You’re smart, you’re cute, and you’re …kind. You always know what to say to help everyone. And that’s the thing. You try to help people, even people trying to hurt you…” His eyes turned back to you “You saw a good in me even when I didn’t. You risked your life to help my brother to save me. You’re…kind of like an angel.”
  • You just stared, taken aback by such kind words, from Saeran of all people. 
  • You were right to be surprised, he wasn’t usually this smooth in conveying his feelings verbally…there must have just been something about you that made it easy for him to talk.
  • “If it gets better for anyone, it’ll be for you, MC” He reached for your hand out of instinct, but pulled back instantly when your skin touched, as if he just realized what he was doing. His eyes did the same, it looked like he just realized how vulnerable he was in that moment, and a sort of wall was raised behind his irises and his whole body tensed a bit.
  • He was scared of being rejected.
  •  …
  • Your hand slowly reached out to his, which was floating in the space between you two, and when he didn’t pull back, you interlaced your fingers together. 
  • A look of awe decorated both of your faces.
  • “Thank you…Saeran.” The light of the TV bounced off your wet eyes, making them look extra glossy.
  • The boy just looked at you, wide eyed, apprehensive for a moment, then nodded and tightened his grip on your hand. It wasn’t the same anger induced bear trap grip from when he grabbed them before. Now it was just firm, reassuring, like a hug.
  • “MC…things will get better for you. If not? I’ll make them.” He gave a subtle squeeze of the hand, giving you the nostalgic feeling of a pinky promise.
  • “You already did.” You let your head, heavy from spinning and sobbing all day, fall on his shoulder.
  • He just looked at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath a pulling you closer, his free hand rubbing your back gently. 
  • Maybe he was wrong
  • Maybe things would get better for him too
Betsy DeVos confirmed as Secretary of Education

Vice President Mike Pence broke a 50-50 vote in the Senate on Tuesday, Febryary 7th, to confirm billionaire and private school advocate Betsy DeVos to the position of Secretary of Education.  While DeVos has no professional experience in public schools, and in fact has never herself attended nor sent her children to a public school, only two Republicans voted against her confirmation. Susan Collins of Maine and Lisa Murkowski of Alaska joined their Democratic colleagues in doubting that she had adequate knowledge of the needs of public school children. “I have serious concerns,” Murkowski said, “about a nominee to be secretary of education who has been so involved in one side of the equation, so immersed in the push for vouchers, that she may be unaware of what actually is successful within the public schools, and also what is broken and how to fix them.”­

DeVos now oversees federal education policy for the nation’s 50 million public school students and 20 million college students attending our nearly 100,000 public schools. Federal tax dollars account for under 10% of the money that funds these schools, but many education advocates worry that more of this money will be funneled into private, religious, and for-profit schools, which are not held to the same standards as public schools, and which diminishes the ability of public schools to provide equal-opportunity education.

The night before the vote, Democrats held an overnight session on the Senate floor in attempt to persuade even one more Republican to join them in voting no, and to raise awareness among voters, encouraging them to call their Senators and ask them to vote against DeVos. In the week preceding, Senate offices received an average of 1.5 million phone calls a day, breaking previous records. Senator Bob Casey of Pennsylvania said his office had received over 80,000 letters about DeVos’s nomination alone, and that total correspondence to his office was up 900% from last year. “[T]his has really touched a nerve,” observed Mary Kusler, director of government relations for the National Education Association teachers union.

While they were ultimately unsuccessful in stopping DeVos’s confirmation, Randi Weingarten, president of the American Federation of Teachers, called on union members and the public to “serve as a check and balance” to DeVos’s anti-public school policies and to be “fierce fighters on behalf of children.” Senator Elizabeth Warren’s comments during the overnight pre-vote session, suggest that she isn’t afraid to call out DeVos, especially on the intersections of education and economics. “Her only knowledge of student loans,” she pointed out, “seems to come from her own financial investments connected to debt collectors who hound people struggling with student loans, and, despite being a billionaire, she wants the chance to keep making money on shady investments while she runs the Department of Education."­

“If you could order a crime as one orders a dinner, what would you choose?”

“A very simple crime. A crime with no complications. A crime of quiet domestic life… very unimpassioned — very intime… Supposing, that four people sit down to play bridge and one, the odd man out, sits in a chair by the fire. At the end of the evening the man by the fire is found dead. One of the four, while he is dummy, has gone over and killed him, and intent on the play of the hand, the other three have not noticed. Ah, there would be a crime for you! Which of the four was it?”
- Agatha Christie, The ABC Murders

also if it isn’t already clear by now, i fully endorse roleplayers who write canon characters that like to joke and say ‘i love my oc’ because……… fandoms and certain branches of story and who knows who else can just demolish your dreams and grossly misrepresent or misinterpret your favorite character and sometimes you put so much effort into a canon character on a blog that they just BECOME your own. your child. like. acd wrote my boy right here, and then sh/er/lo/ck fandom jerkoffs make him this half-baked, sex-crazed thug with zero substance and/or any sense of distinctiveness, so i take him and write him and now he’s my child and he IS basically my oc. so i am 100000% in support of writers that love a character so much, they make them their own. you WRITE those ocs, babes.

Jeff Sessions confirmed as Attorney General

Senator Jeff Sessions of Alabama, a former prosecutor, was confirmed by the Senate on Wednesday, February 8th, ­ as Attorney General. Joe Manchin of West Virginia was the only Democrat to vote in his favor, while no Republican voted against. In 2016, Sessions was the first Senator to publicly support trump’s run for President, and during the campaign was a valued advisor. Over the past few weeks, he has continued to advise trump on immigration policy. (And we all know how well that’s been working out.)

His promise to focus his “law and order” agenda on immigration, drugs, and gun trafficking has many Democrats worried that he will function as a rubber stamp to the president and refrain from mounting any legal challenge to policies and actions that are, to put it mildly, legally questionable. “I am seriously concerned,” said Hawaii Senator Mazie Hirono, “about Jeff Sessions’ willingness to say no to the president when he needs to,” echoing Senator Sheldon Whitehouse’s comment during last week’s Judiciary Committee hearing; "Unless publicly boxed in, I am afraid Sen. Sessions’ default position will be to protect the administration.” Whitehouse also shared his alarm at what he viewed as Sessions’ “open hostility to bedrock civil rights laws.“

Speaking on civil rights concerns the night before the confirmation vote, Senator Elizabeth Warren began reading a 1986 letter from Coretta Scott King, the widow of Martin Luther King Jr., outlining Ms. King’s concerns at the time on Sessions’ nomination to be a federal judge, centered on accusations that he actively worked to suppress voting rights for African Americans. Senator Warren was interrupted by Senator Daines while reading the letter aloud, and sanctioned by the obscure “Senate Rule 19” which states that “no Senator in debate shall, directly or indirectly, by any form of words impute to another Senator or to other Senators any conduct or motive unworthy or unbecoming a Senator.”

The question of whether to enforce this rule was put to a vote, and passed along party lines. When asked to defend this action, Majority Leader Mitch McConnell uttered those fateful words: “She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.”

“Nevertheless, she persisted” quickly became the feminist motto du jour, and rallying cry against the oppressive silencing of determined women and girls everywhere. Merchandise with the phrase sprung up overnight, including t-shits, mugs, and bookmarks.

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Quiobi, no.1 with Qui-Gon as a Sith and Obi-Wan as a Jedi?

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s world is black and white.

There is good and there is evil.

He is a Jedi and therefore he is good.

Raised as the last Padawan Learner to the venerable Grand Master of the Order, Obi-Wan has strived all his life to be the perfect Jedi, the epitome of the light. He has ruthlessly chased out fear and anger from his heart, has excised all that would tempt him down a darker path shaded in charcoal, ebony, and onyx. He knows the shades of ivory that mark the path of the truly righteous like the back of his hand.

He is an example to the Order, to those initiates who feel they will never be chosen, encouragement to those Knights who fear that perfection is out of their grasp, and a subtle reminder to masters to think twice about their preconceived notions.

If Obi-Wan Kenobi can become a paragon of light, the finest of his generation, Master Yoda’s true heir, then anything is possible.

Through the light all things are possible.

Except… that is all Obi-Wan can see.

There is no color in his world, no vibrant blues, no ruddy crimson or a delicate yellow. The world around him is as black and white as the lessons handed down to him from a grandmaster who has evolved beyond caring about the color of a flower or the particular shade of the sunset.

After 800 years of shades of grey, Yoda needs no gaudy, saturated rainbow to tell him that sunlight dappled through the leaves of a sweet oak in the Room of a Thousand Fountains is beautiful. He simply accepts the world that he sees as it is. He does not need color nor does he want it.

“A Jedi craves not these things, Obi-Wan,” Yoda tells him and Obi-Wan does his best to listen to his master’s wisdom, to tell himself that there is beauty in the shift from radiant white to ecru to charcoal and the inky wash of night time.

It works for the most part.

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54 jikook ❤️💛💚💙💜

54: “You’re not mature enough to be a parent.” - “Try me.”

a/n: a cool dialogue challenge


parenting, as everyone knows, isn’t at all an easy thing.

“the formula, jungkook, the formula!”

“i’m trying - i can’t find it! how do i even mix it when i do?”

jimin’s cursing under his breath. “you don’t mix it, idiot, it’s a fake baby! just find a goddamn bottle!”

jungkook comes bursting through the door at that second, panting as his eyes latch onto jimin in the corner of the room, bouncing the doll with a strained expression. for a second jungkook’s chest twists with something warm and gooey, but he pushes the feeling away with a scowl and starts to rummage the room for a bottle.

“no, no, i didn’t notice that!” he yells from inside a pile of clothes. god, jimin is messy, even for a teenager. “i’ve always thought that it was a real baby until now, wow, why’d you just tell me? i’m so shocked!”

when his head pops up and a bottle is clutched in his hand, jimin is right in his face, glaring him down. the mock baby doll that’s been assigned to them still sobs as if it (okay, she, but whatever) has just been personally victimized or something.

jimin snaps back, jaw clenched and tone dangerous, “you’re gonna have fake teeth if you don’t hurry up.”

jungkook gasps, touching the bottle in his hand to where his heart is. the baby ceases throwing a fit for a second, as if to give time for the dramatics of gasp.

“how dare you threaten me in front of the baby,” whispers jungkook, and the expression he wears screams ‘morbidly offended.’ it makes jimin roll his eyes.

“it’s a fake baby,” jimin argues.

jungkook humphs and crosses his arms. the bottle has not left his hand, but for some reason, the baby has stopped its fake crying, just sniffles, so jimin sets it down into the crib.

“well,” says jungkook haughtily, “if that’s going to be your mentality for this project, then i think you’re not mature enough to be a parent.”

jimin shoots him a look. “try me.”

jungkook tries him. it’s a bad idea. considering how jimin’s temper is naturally short and the whole “pretend to be a parent” high school project has set him on edge, it’s reasonable that things don’t end so well for jungkook. he doesn’t get any teeth knocked out, but he does get a particularly hard smack upside the head, which makes the baby laugh.

what a perverse kid he’s raising, jungkook thinks.


it’s a sunny day.

“jungkook, the formula!”

“i’m coming, i’m coming!”

jungkook drags his feet through the nursery door and gently takes the baby from jimin’s arms, holding the bottle “okay, baby, come on, come on.” “yum, yum.”

it takes ten minutes before the baby falls asleep and jungkook takes the bottle from her mouth, running his thumb tenderly over one of her chubby cheeks once. jimin tugs hat his sleeves then and he lets himself get pulled onto the bed, collapsing with an equally exhausted co-father at his side.

a sighs leaves jimin’s lips, eyes droopy. his voice is low as to not wake their kid as he confesses, “you know, sometimes you say ‘baby’ and my brain wonders whether you’re talking about me or the actual baby.”

“baby,” jungkook tests.

jimin groans, burying his face into jungkook’s chest. “see, it happened again.” a sigh is puffed out into the shirt, which is old and strongly smelling of jungkook from lack of energy to do proper laundry. “god, i’m so tired, so friggin’ tired. i could cry a river, but i’m. too tired for that too.”

a grunt is all jungkook can manage in response besides rubbing his nose languidly and affectionately against jimin’s cheek. “they never teach you this stuff in high school,” he mumbles, and his mouth parts as if to say more, but a finger stops his lips.

“the baby’s sleeping,” breathes jimin, the readiness to pass it in his voice alone making jungkook’s eyelids heavy with drowsiness. “just get as - as much sleep as you can, while you can.”

they doze off much too quickly like that, when the sun is shining and it’s not really the time to sleep. nobody blames them, though, not even the tiniest bit.

because parenting, as everyone knows, isn’t at all an easy thing.

Science of the Social

otayuri week 2017 - day two: social media

alternate universe - rated g - 8.8k words - read on ao3

Otabek, young CEO and darkhorse of the wildly famous Altin family, isn’t exactly on top of his social media and engagement with fans and business opportunities alike. 

Enter Yuri Plisetsky, social media expert and his new personal advisor. Beware the comments section of Instagram.

We can’t have two mares date on the show because that’s “inappropriate for children” but sure we can definitely have Rarity stick her butt up in the air while she pretends to admire a stallion in order to trick him out of his possessions.

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I suddenly became aware of my trailing thoughts and turned my head to meet his eyes that were still full of concern. Shooting him a small smile I nodded again, reassuring him before he stepped away and closed the door behind him.

I took a few deep breaths to calm down my rapidly beating heart and Izzy placed a reassuring hand on my thigh, squeezing it gently before asking me if I was ok too.

“Yeah I’m ok.” I breathed. “I think I’m just in shock.” 

Izzy didn’t need to know that that was partially due to the size of Harry’s biceps.

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