it was harder than it should have been

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'Ghost in the Shell': 4 Japanese Actresses Dissect the Movie and Its Whitewashing Twist
THR invited the women to join a no-holds-barred conversation about cultural authenticity and why Japanese nationals fail to understand the race controversy: "People in Japan worship white people."

How did the movie compare with your expectations?

Traci Kato-Kiriyama: It was stunning visually, but emotionally it didn’t draw me in.

Keiko Agena: It was harder to watch than I thought it was gonna be. To get emotionally invested, you have to really care that she needs to find out who she is. But when she finally meets her mom, my gut felt so weird in that moment.

Kato-Kiriyama: That scene was devastating on all levels. It got me because of the emotion of the mother [veteran Japanese actress Kaori Momoi]. She’s really wonderful. That scene should have been beautiful, but Major had nothing in her eyes. Acting-wise, what a missed moment.

Atsuko Okatsuka: I wasn’t aware they were gonna explain the whitewashing. I thought it was just going to be an action film, no explanation, just go with the fact that it’s a future Japan with this robot cop. And then to be like, “Oh shit, I used to be a Japanese woman!” (Laughter) That was against my expectations.

How did you feel when that twist was revealed?

Agena: That was hard, y’all. Hard and awkward.

Ai Yoshihara: Major’s backstory is white people trying to justify the casting.

Okatsuka: And they f—ed up in the process because now it looks even worse. The text at the beginning of the movie explained that Hanka Robotics is making a being that’s the best of human and the best of robotics. For some reason, the best stuff they make happens to be white. Michael Pitt used to be Hideo.

Agena: That was the other cringe-worthy moment, when they called each other by their Japanese names. We’re looking at these beautiful white bodies saying these Japanese names, and it hurt my heart a little bit.

Kato-Kiriyama: It was supposed to be so touching and intimate, and it felt gross. And kind of laugh-worthy at the same time.

Okatsuka: I would have preferred them just using American names. “You used to be Bob.”

anonymous asked:

I'm probably a little ignorant but... About the list of writers you would punch: why?

dude don’t worry you’d probably only read most of these pretentious fucks if you were a pretentious english major like me lmao

  1. charles dickens: too many characters. ridiculously long books (like an average of 500+ pages) even though most of his shit could have had half the word count if he wasn’t so fucking longwinded. his plots are creative but at what cost
  2. f. scott fitzgerald: overrated imo. also became an alcoholic later in life, probably stole a lot of ideas from his wife, used her as his ‘muse’ but didn’t like. support her when she had mental health issues. fittingly, most of his female characters are weird unattainable trophies instead of actual people
  3. john steinbeck: this is more of a personal opinion but he’s so boring. i actually like his writing style (it’s pretty easy to understand), but he deserves a punch for making me read grapes of wrath
  4. william faulkner: reading as i lay dying is what i imagine having a stroke feels like. i’ve been informed that i should dislike faulkner more for being a cheating bastard than his actual writing though
  5. percy shelley: ‘edited’ frankenstein by swapping out common words for pretentious alternatives and making it 200% harder to read. i’ll never forgive him for what he did to that beautiful book
  6. ayn rand: blah blah blah helping people is bad blah blah blah capitalism is good blah blah blah altruism is a plague. that’s the plot of every single one of her novels and she’s a longwinded fuck, so she’ll hit you over the head with that social darwinistic bullshit for 700+ pages. racist and pretentious and i think i actually want to fight her the most

honestly i feel like i would punch most 19th-20th century writers at least once though

The culture of college education in this country is so frustrating to me, because it ends up feeling like life and death when it really really shouldn’t. Failing an exam or dropping a class or taking more than four years or even dropping out of school shouldn’t feel like the end of the world, and we all know this, rationally, at yet they do. 

(And people who went to college when you could basically always get into your first choice school and pay for the entire year with your summer job busing tables, perpetuate this by making everything about arbitrary metrics of ~success~ rather than happiness/general life satisfaction).

And yeah, there are a lot of cultural and societal factors at play, not least of which is the way that our education system treats college like the goal, something that must be harnessed to guarantee the highest possible earning potential, a necessity for future success and happiness. 

But expecting to know what you want to do for the rest of your life when you’re what? 17/18/19? is ridiculous. Hell, I’m in my twenties and in grad school and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life most days. Basically no one I graduated from college with is doing what they ultimately want to do (if they even know what they want to do). 

Idk idk. Life isn’t linear and it’s a lot longer than it seems when you’re 19 (which I realize is rich coming from me, the 23 year old), and they way we treat college is kind of (very) fucked up. 

// OK..but like… Maevaris and Dorian meeting up in the Herald’s rest in Sky hold to have a drink. And they’re chatting and giggling.

But they’re chatting in Tevene not common tongue. And so everyone is looking at them confused/terrified because what are they plotting that’s making Dorian grin like that????

Meanwhile they’re talking about casual things. Dorian tells Mae about the week he had to spend camping in the Hinterlands and they share a good chuckle. Then they both realize the uncomfortable looks being sent their way. And so still speaking in Tevene Dorian leans closer

“Oh Mae, darling I do believe we’re attracting attention.”

“I’ve noticed. Should we move closer as if we’ve been caught conspiring to take over the south?”

“Mae, I thought a lady avoided mischief.”

“I’ve spent too much time around troublemakers it seems. Mainly you.”

“Oh! You wound me my dear!”

And they both cackle harder than they have before and the Chargers all turn to Krem like

“???!!!?!?!?!???!”

And Krem with a deadpan expression says. “You all should be worried they are plotting terrible things.”

anonymous asked:

Can you PLEASE PLEASE write something with ace Tony who is actually afraid of sex and doesn't wanna have it. Ever. But he wants a loving relationship so bad it almost hurts. (it could be stony or tonyrhodey or winteriron? just no poly, please) Thank you!!

i would kill for ace!Tony fic where he tries to push himself into sex and in the last moment, when he is already in bed with someone he’s like “no, i can’t, please stop” because he literally can’t do it.

can you write asexual tony?


Ya’ll had such similar prompts that I mashed them together. :) I think I’m gonna go with winteriron! Kind of went and did a no-power AU but Tony’s still a rich CEO. (I took ‘already in bed with someone’ to mean ‘about to have sex’ and not literally be in a bed.)

If you’re wondering why Bucky seems like such an asshole in the beginning scene, it’s because he thinks that Tony is actually straight and just using him as an experiment to sate his curiosity. This would hurt anyone, of course, but especially a bisexual former soldier with self-esteem issues because of his prosthetic, so he’s got a bit of an itchy trigger finger when it comes to being hurt. (Also self-destructive tendencies are a symptom of PTSD.) He also makes poor decisions when it comes to his mental health.

Also congrats this is REALLY FUCKING LONG. So watch out for the cut.


Kissing Bucky was good. Great, even! Tony liked kissing. He even liked making out. Especially when Bucky tilted his head and licked into his mouth at just the right angle. Tony whimpered into the kiss, clutching at his shoulders. He hadn’t expected that saying he was a little (a lot) out of practice would actually make Bucky want to kiss him more!

He couldn’t help the yelp that escaped his mouth when Bucky grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed. “Buck-!”

“Your ass is amazin’, doll,” Bucky drawled, dipping his head to kiss and nip his neck.

Oh. Well, this was okay too! Tony didn’t mind having a hickey or… several. He kind of liked that it showed everyone that he was Bucky’s. Even if he did usually have to cover them up, he knew they were there, and it was a good feeling. And he did have a great ass. He was aware of that. Hell, there were fan sites dedicated solely to his ass. He supposed most people wanted to get a handful of it. And it wasn’t… terrible.

Tony tilted his head back and whined quietly at a particularly sharp nip of teeth. “Are you trying to make me look like I was mauled?”

“Yeah,” Bucky purred. “Dating six months and people still go after you. Gotta let ‘em know you’re taken.”

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Choices - Part 1: Never Can Fill the Void

Characters: Y/N Singer (reader), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mick Davis, Bobby Singer, John Winchester,

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: self blame, self loathing, canon typical violence, mention of character deaths (only as in canon), implied smut

Word Count: 3400ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Polaroid

It is also gonna part one of a three part story - the two first fics are entries for the same challenge and the third is gonna be an entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache’s Push yourself challenge. The song I am writing for, for her challenge is also an Imagine Dragons song so their music is gonna be a theme throughout this series.

Thanks so much to my amazing friend and editor @blacktithe7 for betaing this series for me.

MASTERLIST

Dean stared at the road in front of him as he took himself and Sam closer and closer to their destination. He hadn’t said a word to Sam since they had received the phone call. He hadn’t believed Mick at first. It couldn’t be her. She couldn’t have done any of the things he accused her of. He had know that girl all of her life. She would never kill another human being in cold blood. The picture Mick had sent Sam, dispelled his doubts. They didn’t have the wrong person. It was her. He would know her anywhere, even after three years, a different hair color, and shorter hair. It was his Y/N the men of letters had captured. Dean still didn’t believe she had killed anyone though. He didn’t believe she had done anything to cause the power outage in the Bunker or the one in the British Men of Letter’s headquarter either. She wasn’t a witch like the Brits believed her to be. She was just Y/N.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” Y/N sat on one of her dad’s old cars when Dean walked up behind her. It was like she knew it was him. She always did, and Dean couldn’t help but smile.

“Different like Sam hadn’t left last month?” Dean answered her, hopping up on the car next to her, the smile gone from his face as he thought about his little brother and how much he missed him.

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♛ THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKYRIM RP MEME.

  • ❛ what is better ?  to be born good,  or to overcome your evil nature through great effort. ❜
  • ❛ it’s a lucky time to be alive. ❜
  • ❛ skyrim’s harshness has a way of carving a man down to his true self. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve heard about you … and your honeyed words. ❜
  • ❛ i would wake up and hope that it was just a dream but know it was not. ❜
  • ❛ i’m not a man. i’m a weapon in human form. just unsheathe me, and point me at the enemy.❜
  • ❛ you never should have come here. ❜
  • ❛ i fight so that all of the fighting i’ve already done hasn’t been for nothing. ❜
  • ❛ you stink of death, my friend. i salute you. ❜
  • ❛ you’re either the bravest person i’ve ever met … or the biggest fool. ❜
  • ❛ i faced him fearlessly, my fate inescapable, yet my honor sustained. can they say the same ? ❜
  • ❛ you push the world harder than it pushes back. ❜
  • ❛ all the living shall fear the dead. ❜
  • ❛ remember, your mind is the best weapon you have. ❜
  • ❛ one sure mark of a fool is to dismiss anything that falls outside his experience as being impossible. ❜
  • ❛ the curse of much knowledge is often indecision. ❜
  • ❛ what’s the point in being miserable all the time ? ❜
  • ❛ being happy or unhappy is a choice you make, and i’ve chosen to make the best of things. ❜
  • ❛ walk always in shadows, so that you will see your foes before they see you. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t really think i’m cut for the quiet life. ❜
  • ❛ the flames of a hero can reforge the shattered. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve sacrificed to much to let you take it from me. ❜
  • ❛ he would have proved troublesome to me. ❜
  • ❛ what is wrong with the world these days ? everyone is obsessed with death. ❜
I guess I shouldn’t pretend that I didn’t feel the end coming, some words come easier than the truth. I’ve been saving my thoughts for a rainy day, but it’s everyday. I’ve been saving my feelings for a better day, there’s no better day than today, right? I’ve been saving every dime to buy myself a new smile, I’d go broke just to see it happen. I’ve been saving my heart for someone special, I really should just look into the fucking mirror. and the only thing distance has taught me is how far my feelings can travel, how breaking windows with loose change only makes my pockets deeper. they will tell you that distance is why we love harder - we’re always stretching for words to find the meaning our hands close on alone, trying to find ways to hold on while borrowing breaths we don’t have. After a while, it’ll feel like I never even knew you… but loving you was worth losing you. I guess I really shouldn’t write about you anymore, but I will. I guess I really shouldn’t love you anymore, but I will. I guess I really shouldn’t dwell on the past anymore, but I will. The drugs will sound a little softer the next time my heart decides to sound out your name in a rhythm of hey, i remember you like it was yesterday, the way your smile invited my lips over for a conversation, the way your body language said we’ll be just fine, you and i, the way your heart doesn’t beat like it used to, the way my eyes looks when it’s past 24 hours of no sleep, the way my words seem like a maze, the way that i’ve wronged you, the way that i write about it in every metaphor, the way that we weren’t meant to work, but we did and that’s the worst part, isn’t it? even love turns its back on you.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
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This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel. I am speaking from the comms room of the U.S.S. Hephaestus Station. Welcome to day 448 of our orbit around red dwarf star Wolf 359. Today’s weather report: pretty nominal. Surface temperature’s averaging at about… Oh, a crisp 4,500 degrees Fahrenheit. Instruments are picking up less than 10% chance of stellar flares. Just another happy, sunny day out here… seven and a half light years away from Earth.

Pentatonix Forever

Like many PTX fans, I’m quite shook by Avi’s recent announcement. But honestly? I understand why and where he’s coming from. If we look at PTX’s record, they put out an average of two albums PER YEAR, have toured nearly non stop for the past few years, and barely get time to breathe. We know how much Avi ’s friends and family mean to him, and he’s stated before, most notably in the OMWH documentary, how torn he is that he can’t promise to see his family even just for Christmas! None of us know for certain what their plans for the future are. We should not assume, or message PTX to not replace him, etc. They’ve clearly discussed this at length, and this is undoubtedly much harder on them. We all have been blessed by PTX more times than we can count, so we owe it to them to be supportive and respectful. They’ll still be around. They still love us as much as we love them. The family we’ve built over the years will continue as we appreciate and celebrate all their amazing talent, personalities and accomplishments.

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Rhythm of the Beat- Part 3 (Final part!)

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 2450ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut,

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for the love you showed the first two parts! XOXO


“What the hell are you doing?” Sam means to sound shocked, maybe a little angry, but his voice comes out low and hot instead, clearly needy instead of offended.

Dean leans in until their noses are almost touching, hands curled into Sam’s flannel so tight it’s going to rip any second. He’s not going to let Sam back out of this. There’s more here than that fucking curse, and Dean needs this.

“Tell me to stop.”

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Pacific Northwest Gothic

  • the fog is so thick, you can barely make out your hand in front of your face, let alone identify the shapes and shadows around you. Grotesque shapes and forms, could be a tree or something else. You cannot know for certain.
  • The mountains stir and shift. A hole opens in the ground, exposing the bowels of the earth. It calls to you, but who knows how long until it snaps shut once more.
  • “Another Grizzly attack” they say, tucking their hats down low over their eyes. “Sixth one this week, but we haven’t caught the beast yet.” They keep looking, but you know its not a bear that their looking for.
  • Single lane roads twist and turn so sharply, you cannot see beyond the sharp turns, cannot see what is waiting for you from the woods.
  • Not even the waters of the Missoula flood could conquer the Colombia gorge, why did mankind think that they could?
  • The ground rumbles and shakes beneath your feet and you smile and say “Another earthquake,” and pretend you do not know what is waking up.
  • Houses so deep in the forests, you wouldn’t know they exist if it weren’t for the post box and trail. 
  • Building the railroad through the mountains, who knows how many workers died up there, their bones left inside the mountains to be forgotten.
  • “There is something hiding in the woods,” the children whisper to each other, but you don’t try to comfort or correct them. It’s best they learn now to fear, than to learn later.
  • You keep your eyes up, not on the road, as you drive under suicide bridge. You can never be too careful.
  • Another girl drowned in the river, and they only look for her body halfheartedly, for decorum’s sake. You all know the river takes as good as it gives.
  • When they built the dam, the entire town let out its breath like a sigh of relief. Their secrets are buried under the water, now.
  • You’ve gone so long without the sun, it frightens you when you finally see it, exposed and naked in the cloudless sky. You shut the blinds and crawl back into bed to wait out the storm.
  • God only knows what happened to all those poor people on the mountain. We only ever found their cars, after all, their belongings still inside. 
  • There are meetings out there, in the woods. You know, you can hear them. They dance around a bonfire and sing to the forces older than the Gods you know, and this power is real.
  • They call the stretch of water the Graveyard of the pacific and they aren’t wrong. The Columbia Bar claimed more than 2,000 ships, the water is greedy here.
  • Migrant workers moving between town and farm and work, their dark eyes gleaming with secrets you could not even begin to comprehend.
  • The rain is so hard sometimes, you swear it feels like penance. God’s rain to wash away the devil’s weight, and you know it’ll be okay when it stops because the rain’ll be back right in time to wash your soul clean of sin again.
A Damsel & Her Knight

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: can i make a request for just pure dean fluff? like a stubborn and independent reader being a complete damsel and dean just being super protective and taking care of her?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Fluffy protective Dean coming up…


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I commissioned @oftlop​ to do this beautiful picture to go with a little missing makeout I wrote! Isn’t it radiant? ugh i can’t get over it. SO AMAZING. 


“You’d think the rebellion would send their stars not the weakest player,” Jyn muttered under her breath.

Cassian’s fist clenched in time with his jaw and his whole body felt tight. That wouldn’t normally be a problem, he was more skilled than this. 

And yet, that was the whole issue.

“I am the best the Alliance has to offer, it’s you that’s the problem,” he snapped.

“Excuse me?” Jyn asked, incredulous.

“Intelligence officers don’t generally brag, but the Captain is correct, he is the best, by the numbers, if you take into account-” Kay-Tu started but both Jyn and Cassian shushed him.

“I should have left you on Jedha.”

“To die?”

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Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 11


Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst, thriller

Warnings: Violence, blood, language, sexual situations, mentions of abuse, panic attacks, possible triggers and lots of sexual tension

Word Count: 6,544 (holy sh*t when did that happen)

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You jolted awake as someone wrapped their hands around your arm and began to shake violently. You sat up, the burn of your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the room matching the dull ache that resided at your neck.


“Wake up!” You lowered your head to see Eva knelt down at the side of the bed, whispering aggressively at you. “We don’t have much time together!”


“Eva?” You shook you head in an attempt to center your focus. “What… What are you doing here? Why… How did you-”


“I’ve… I’ve been with Kyungsoo. I haven’t been able to see you.” She cut you off, anxiety evident in her wide eyes, “But I’m here now. And I need to- need to tell you-”


Eva’s breathing became forced and rapid. You quickly threw your legs over the bed, earning a sharp influx of pain as you did so, and squatted down at the bedside next to her.


“Shhhh, Eva, it’s okay. Deep breaths, deep breaths.” You rubbed your hand tenderly up and down her back. Her wings had folded as tightly as they could go to keep them from becoming an obstruction, and you could tell by the way they were trembling that it took much effort.


“The gate,” Eva wheezed, regaining a supply of air to her lungs, “The gate to go back… To Seraphim…”


Your hand froze.


“I’ve- I’ve been watching it the entire time… I’ve been here… It’s opens- it follows a pattern.”


“Eva…” Your eyes grew big with concern as Eva refused to meet your gaze. “How long have you… How long have you been here?”


All of her muscles tensed as her movements froze. “That’s… Not important right now. What is, however, is that we need to be at the gate when it opens. I’ve seen the beginnings. The signs. A week. That’s how long we have. We have to be at the gate in a week. A week. We have to- we have to be there, we have to-”


“It’s okay, Eva,” You leaned forward to cradle her head in your arms as she began to ramble in a transient daze. “We can get out of this place together. Alright? We can go home.”


She looked up at you, her sleek and bedraggled, raven-colored hair falling into her eyes. “We can?”


“Yes, Eva, I swear we will. I swear I will get you home.”


For the first time ever, you saw the traces of a hopeful smile flitter across Eva’s lips.


A smile that was short-lived.


The familiar, cacophonous grating noise sounded, followed closely by the metal door being flung open quickly and violently. Your head jerked up to identify the intruder. A familiar face. One that wore only black jeans and a simple black T-shirt to match his ebony locks.


Kyungsoo.


“Eva,” His black, soulless eyes reflected the lack of emotion in his voice as his gaze hardened. “I told you never to run away from me again.”


Eva looked up at a lethargic pace, all energy drained from her aura. After only a few seconds of silence, she began to sob, pressing her back against the edge of the bed defensively.


“She- she isn’t doing anything wrong, Kyungsoo.” You placed yourself in front of Eva protectively. “She should be allowed to stay. That’s- that’s what Chanyeol said.”


Kyungsoo stalked towards the two of you, a ominous shadow following his footsteps as he neared. “Chanyeol put Eva under my supervision.”


He stood at your feet, towering above you now.


“You can’t take her,” You solidified your voice, a surge of guardianship instilling within you a sense of confidence.


“Yes.” Kyungsoo bristled. “I can.”


In a flash, Kyungsoo reached behind you, gripping onto Eva’s wrist and yanking her out from behind her cover forcefully. She let out a weakened scream as she fell forward into Kyungsoo’s arms, against his chest. The veins on his arms rippled and became prominent as he locked them around her shoulders to combat her violent thrashing.


“Kyungsoo!” You protested, but his eyes only narrowed as he sent you a venomous glare.


Without another word, Kyungsoo gripped Eva’s waist and threw her over his shoulders before turning around, heading back towards the door.


“Kyungsoo! You can’t!-”


Your cries were silenced by the cantankerous slam of the grated door. Your instincts kicked in and you ran to the door as it shut, beginning to bang your fists against it ferociously.


“Bring her back! Kyungsoo!” Tears fought their way to the corners of your eyes as you continued to pound relentlessly against the door. “Bring her back! Bring her back! Bring her-”


Suddenly, the door cracked open, and you stumbled backwards. You continued to scoot away from the door as it opened slowly. The familiar red glint of Chanyeol’s hair appeared on the other side, and he made his way into the room. You were breathing heavily, your heartbeat picking up as your eyes met.


You found yourself at a total loss for words as his gaze burned a hole through your heart.


“Eva will be fine.” Chanyeol’s baritone voice finally shattered the awkward silence. “I have ordered every living thing under my jurisdiction that, under penalty of death, no one is to lay a hand on her, or you, without my explicit permission.”


“But Kyungsoo-”


“-Will follow orders.” Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed slightly before his expression softened. “I haven’t come here for that, though.”


You sent him a quizzical glare.


“I came to extend an invitation. For a walk.”


Your hands instinctively balled into fists, prepared for whatever binding method Chanyeol had planned to lead you outside of his room.


“No, Angel-cakes.” Chanyeol looked down at his feet with a sad smile, shaking his head, “No ropes. No ties. No blindfolds. Today we are just two people out to enjoy the beautiful weather together.”


Chanyeol’s smile widened as he extended his hand to you, being mindful to give you some personal space.


A deep feeling hidden somewhere within your gut urged you to take his hand without hesitation. You fought this urge, along with the peculiar desire to believe him. Nevertheless, you slowly extended your hand towards Chanyeol’s and he encased it gently within his own.


Before you had a chance to trust your better judgement, Chanyeol turned around and led you through the door. He quickly closed it behind him and began to walk, leading you at a leisured page through the familiar, monotonous maze of corridors. This time was different though.


This time, you weren’t fearing for your life.


You realized that you should be, considering the fact that it was still Chanyeol who was guiding you to an undisclosed location. But you felt something different this time.


You felt safe.


“About Eva,” Chanyeol’s soft tone echoed through the desolate hallways, ripping you away from your thoughts. “You don’t have to worry. Kyungsoo would never hurt her.”


“How can you be so sure?” You were surprised by how small your voice sounded in comparison to his.


Chanyeol’s grip around your hand tightened as he laced his fingers with yours.


“Because he’s in love with her.”


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Crying

masterlist || coming soon//recently posted || tell me something?

Requested: Can you please do an imagine where y/n is crying bc she feels herself so bad (smth hurts or she’s giving birth) and Shawn hates it cause he can’t do anything about it?

Your name: submit What is this?

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When you’re really sick, you have a tendency to cry or whimper in your sleep. You’ve been doing this for as long as you can remember. It used to freak your parents out because you’d be asleep and they couldn’t help you without waking you up, and then the same thing happened with your roommates once you started attending Uni. While it is happening, you are vaguely aware of it, but not fully because you’re actually asleep so you can’t stop it unless you wake yourself up.

“Shhhh,” You hear your boyfriends soft voice cooing in your ear as one of his arms is wrapped around your shoulder holding you securely close to his chest, while his other hand is gently pushing your hair from your tear stained cheeks and wiping the tears from your face. “Shhhh,” He tries to comfort you more as you slowly wake up and realize what is happening. “It’s okay y/n, I got you.” His voice is low and soothing. He knows you were asleep and making all these noises in your sleep, but he’s still trying to comfort you because he doesn’t know what else to do. 

Your eyes open, and it feels like your headache gets even worse if that’s even possible. You move slightly and he looks down at you to see that your eyes are open, he exhales audibly, “Oh thank God you’re awake. I don’t know how much more of that I could take” he says honestly. And you know he’s talking about the way that you were crying and whimpering in your sleep.

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The idea that Hamilton didn’t want any father figure seems really to be missing the point, imo.

Hamilton was extremely close to Philip Schuyler, his father-in-law, and there didn’t seem to be any issues that arose between them. Even though Hamilton’s father was still living (lest you forget) he seemed to also really embrace his role as son-in-law.  They were father & son personally and in politics. (the “immaculate daddy” quote CHERNOW and others think is about Washington, is really about Philip Schyler.)

And I don’t think Hamilton wanting boundaries with Washington means that Hamilton had issues! Or, I guess….Hamilton DID have issues.  His relationship with Washington doesn’t really tell us much about them, though.  Hamilton did not want to be best friends with his boss, which is, you know, pretty normal!  Washington had a hard time accepting that.  Eventually, it seems that Washington is the one who had to get over his shit and treat Hamilton as a professional, rather than a friend, which was never the nature of their relationship.

People who put it all on Hamilton, as if Hamilton wanting normal boundaries meant he had issues, makes me think they have never ever been in a  workplace.

It’s harder here, of course, because Washington wasn’t some co-worker.  He was his boss!  Which meant Hamilton had to put up with it, while in the army, for longer than he clearly wanted to.

By the time 1789 rolled around, it seems that Washington was the one who learned to respect the boundaries his employees made.

So basically: your boss isn’t your dad.  Alexander Hamilton always knew.  George Washington learned this.  Everyone else should too.