let's vote for her

hey for real tho if ur senator(s) voted for devos call them right now and tell them that since they don’t care about the education of their constituents you won’t be supporting their re-election in 2018. let them know they fucked up and that you noticed they fucked up and that you won’t let them fuck up like that again.

a list of how senators voted: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/02/07/us/politics/betsy-devos-confirmation-vote.html

We have the eyes and ears of the Hulu people!

We need to keep their attention which means tweeting, emailing, and SENDING PHYSICAL LETTERS AND/OR BASEBALL CARDS.We have to show them that we are serious about this.

We want to play for their team.

This is our tryout!

Let’s go!!!

Create a trial account if you have to so that you can cast your vote. Let’s use this time that Dan is out of the country to make our case.

Lastly, watch Pitch on Hulu so that when they collect data the proof will be there. We got this Pitches.

If you’re in the UK and registered to do so, PLEASE go out and VOTE. The odds are stacked against Labour, but every vote COUNTS. Another five years of Tory rule does not bear thinking about.

Dear harmos,

Please don’t ruin this for Mani by saying insane things and alienating her fanbase from the others. She needs all the support she can get and it needs to come by way of her dancing prowess and overall presence on the show. You can be supportive of Normani without demeaning other people’s favorites okay?

Thanks,

management

  • Dinah: Excuse me? Who made you the boss of the group?
  • Ally: You did.
  • Lauren: You said Ally should be boss.
  • Camila: And then you said "let's vote," and it was unanimous.
  • Normani: And then you made her this little plaque, that said "Boss of Us", you put little sparkles on it.
  • Dinah: Valid points, all.

ey, it’s baby izumi and olivier, cheers

Who’s Your Daddy?

Series AU

/ Part 1 / / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested:  Please PLEASE! Do more who’s your Daddy!!!!! It’s interesting AF!,  “Who’s Your Daddy?” Was so good!!! I can’t wait for a part four. If you are writing one of course. Have a good day!,  When’s the next part to who’s your daddy? No pressure tho, take your time,  Are you going to make another who your daddy? Its really good and I wanted to know if you make another one. Thanks😘😘

Tagged: @yougottalovefandoms  @phan—anime , @ thatblondeemogirl

Warnings: Swearing, pregnant!reader, daddy!gladers

Summary: The creators sent up a new greenie instead of supplies…they weren’t expecting a girl. And to put the icing on the cake, she’s pregnant with a note rested upon her bulging belly. Once the note is read, and the girl wakes up…all hell will break loose.  Who is she? Why is she there? Who is the father of her baby?


“Why the hell are we even discussing this? She has to go!” 

“Last time I checked, Gally, your name was on that shucking list as well. So if you do turn out to be the father, I don’t think casting your own child away will be good on your conscience, wouldn’t you agree?” 

The room had been discussing this since the crack of dawn. Some voting that Y/n be fed to the grievers, while others want her to stay. The suspense of knowing is quite entertaining to some. Back and forth, back and forth, some changing their votes while others still remain resistant of letting her stay. 

“So we’re just gonna let some random chick barge in here, in the way of our food and supplies, just to find out who fucked her and got her pregnant? Do either of you even recognize her shucking face at all?!” 

Thomas rolls his eyes, standing up from his spot on the ground. “Come on, Gally, you’re not even being fair anymore. Of course we’re not going to recognize her face, we don’t even recognize our own! Can you please, for one minute, stop thinking like a meathead and think like a human!”

It was silent after that, Gally glaring down at Thomas, but not saying another word. Sitting back in his spot, his rubs his face in frustration. “I’m scared, alright? I’m just…” 

Frypan pats him on the shoulder, Alby nodding along to his fear. “I can imagine so, but so is Y/n. She’s probably more terrified than all of us combined. I understand some of you want her gone, but that’s not our decision-”

“Then whose is it, huh? We’re going to hand over our lives to these shanks who names just happen to be on a piece of paper, and a pregnant girl?”

“You got any better ideas that doesn’t involve the death of this poor girl, and an innocent child? Because, if so, I am all ears.” Alby crosses his arms, only for the boy to close his mouth and look at the floor. “Thought so. I think we’ve all come to an agreement on this finally. Y/n stays.” 

Looks of relief flashed over both Newt and Minho’s faces, as well as most of the gladers who wanted to stay. Thomas letting out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding, and Gally already getting ready to leave in a huff. Frypan was hot on his trail, as long with the builders, while everyone else started filing out. Once everyone had left, and there was no one left but most of the keepers, Alby sighs. 

“I didn’t want to say this in front of them, because I knew it would only spark up more discussion. But…there’s only so long we can last without food and supplies. You all are aware of that, correct?” Nodding that they understood, he continues. “Which mean…you all only have a certain amount of time to figure this out before…before we have no more options.”

“Wait…you don’t mean…” Newt starts, studying his face to find any hint of a joke, but found none. “Are you kidding me? Just because we go hungry for a few weeks, a child has to die? What kind of shucked up logic is that?!”

“Newt, we don’t have a choice. Slowly everyone will start to go hostile, and we can’t afford to have our order and way of life just crash into total chaos. I’m sorry. But, if you all don’t find out the truth soon…I’m afraid Y/n will have to go. So…try not to get too attached.” He orders, while heading for the exit.

“You say that like you don’t believe we’ll figure this out in time.” Minho points out, Alby only continuing to walk without responding to his comment. That only meant that his accusation was correct. Sighing heavily, Minho sits down on one of the benches, running his fingers through his hair. “Well…that’s reassuring.” 

“This whole thing is a mess. I mean, none of this makes any sense. Why us? Why now?” Thomas asks, getting no response in particular. Looking at the Brit, he raises his eyebrow at his sudden quietness. “Newt? You alright?”

With a dry laugh, he shrugs, turning his attention to the two. “This is complete and utter bullshit.”

“What are you talking about, shank?”

“I want to know which one of us was bloody dumb enough to do this. To break the rules, and just…” Shaking his head at the situation, Newt turns back around and starts limping for the exit. “You guys should get ready for the run. I’m going to get Y/n.” 

Minho and Thomas exchange looks for the second-in-command’s words, and the already tired expression on his face. Suddenly, they glared at each other, asking the same question Newt did. 

“Sounds like something you’d do, Tommy-boy.” 

“Oh, fuck off.” 

Y/n didn’t sleep a wink last night, how could she? Her world was crashing down on top of her like a million bricks, as if the ceiling had collapsed onto her. That, and also the contact moving of the baby kept her up. Her mind continued to drift over to the life that grew inside of her, small smiles forming on her face due to the thoughts of what her baby is…boy or a girl? Y/n hoped for a girl, so she wouldn’t feel alone and awkward with all the boys that surrounded her. Was she the only girl? She didn’t know. And that was the final thing that kept her up at night. 

The sound of the door opening startled her a little bit, but her racing heart calmed down once she heard the familiar foreign voice from yesterday. 

“Love, are you awake?” He whispered cautiously, peeking his head through the curtain the med-jacks had set up for her, just for privacy. She smiled softly at the boy, him returning the smile once he saw that you indeed were wide awake. His eyes also caught the short movements coming from her stomach, widening slightly in curiosity. “How are you feeling?”   

She takes a deep breath, patting her stomach gently. “Could be better, I guess.”

“How better?”

“I guess I would like to sit up now.” Within a second, Newt limped to her side as quick as he could. Going behind her, he helped Y/n lift from the bed slowly, allowing her feet to swing over and touch the ground once again. Holding onto his hand for support, she was finally able to stand again, giving her aching back a chance of rest. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.” He smiles softly, realizing that he was still holding her hand. Since Y/n didn’t make an effort to pull away, he decided to stay that way. Her hand felt…warming in his. As if it oddly belonged. Shaking his head at the thought, he gestured to the outside. “Are you ready?”

Taking a look out the door, Y/n gulped. She didn’t see a lot from where she stood…but she knew they were all outside. All of them. Taking a deep breath, she feels Newt squeeze her hand reassuringly. 

“Don’t worry. I promise you that you are safe, love. No one is going to make you feel anything, but comfort and security. They’ll have to go through Alby and myself.” 

Giving her one more smile, Y/n slowly clings to his arm. Taking in one more large breath, she nods. 

“I’m ready.” 

anonymous asked:

ut and uf mains including alphys and mettaton react to being voted the most attractive monster in the underground

:> ~Mod Feral


UT Sans

He doesn’t believe everyone voted honestly in this case. He’s not exactly attractive, but he’s not gonna say no to a prize he didn’t even work to get. He’ll want to know who all were actually honest with their votes though.


UT Papyrus

He’s the happiest he’s ever been! Everyone loves him! It’s the best thing ever. Today’s a good day.


UT Toriel

She’s flattered, but she’s not sure it’s an honest win. “I’m not most attractive, maybe you should give it to someone else.”


UT Undyne

She’ll take it with pride! She loves having the win, and it’s amazing to be able to say everyone thinks you’re attractive.


UT Alphys

She’s 100% sure it’s a joke. There’s no way that many people find her attractive. Heck, she’s surprised anyone finds her attractive. She won’t even bother showing up for anything.


UT Mettaton

Well, of course! He expected as much, considering how pretty much everyone in the underground has shown to find him attractive, even before the reveal of his EX Form.


UF Sans

No, this has to be a joke. There’s no way this is real. No one likes him. No one, not even himself, finds him attractive. He’s a mess, covered in cracks and chips and having no reason for anyone to like him. This is a joke.


UF Papyrus

He’ll stand proudly and accept the award. He’s The Great and Terrible Papyrus, after all! Obviously others would like him!


UF Toriel

Honestly, she doesn’t know what to say or do. She wasn’t aware anyone even remembered her enough to be able to decide on whether she was attractive or not, let alone vote her most attractive.


UF Undyne

She’ll be pumped to dangerous levels. Also, anyone who she finds attractive better expect to be met by her soon.


UF Alphys

If they say so. She honestly doesn’t believe it, but hey, if they wanna give her something, go for it.


UF Mettaton

Wait, really? He wasn’t sure he could actually be considered attractive, but here he was with this. Was it a trap? Would he be ridiculed or something? He decides to play it safe and not go for it.

cornelia1992  asked:

Your headcanon about Naruto and Kakashi's reaction when Sasuke and Sakura returned to konoha with sarada. 😊😊😊

(I’m assuming they weren’t informed via letters)

Kakashi:

* Kakashi would get it once he saw them standing next to each other with a baby, pretty obvious for most people.

* He would be pretty blunt about it too, “so you guys finally did it?”

* Sakura would ask him to hold her and he would be totally stiff, he has no idea how to care for babies and was worried he would make her cry.

* she would grab at his mask for sure.


Naruto:

* at fist he would be like “where did you get that baby sakura?” And just focus on how happy he is that team 7 has been reunited, they where gone for like… 9 months…

* He would try and hug sakura but either she would punch him or Sasuke would stop him so he doesn’t hurt the baby. He’s probably crying, he loves his team mates so much and now they have a baby.

* Once he figured it out he would totally want to hold her, Sasuke would be against this but sakura has more voting power.

* When they let him hold her he would just look at her sleep in his arms, “she’s so small…”

* once he got the chance he would “introduce” her to Boruto, he would be the most exited person in the experience.

LISTEN UP!

Some of you know me personally, a lot of you don’t and that’s okay. A lot of us are mutuals and that’s pretty fucking cool. Whether you know me personally or not, you know I adore fifth harmony (I mean how could you not, my blog is full of them). Anyway, if you’re seeing this please vote for Normani and Val. This has been a dream of Normani’s ever since she was a little girl. Let’s win her this mirror ball. Voting closes in, like, 30 minutes. Call: 18008683410

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Based on: this request by @thealbersclan (I hope you like it!!) + this imagine from @imaginexhobbit.

Originally posted by bagginshield

The book was dusty and looked very old: you had found it in the highest shelf of the most neglected bookcase of that shop.

You had finally found a job in a old bookstore; it wasn’t exactly as exciting as you had thought but it was better than nothing. To be real, you were spending most of your time with a rag or a broom in your hands, rather than with your beloved books. That place was really falling to pieces and you had quickly started to suspect that the main reason why the old owner had assumed you, wasn’t your curriculum vitae or your enthusiasm, but the idea of having a cleaning lady. Oh well, you had done even that in the past, so it was not a big deal for you.

It was late in the evening and you were alone in the shop: the infrequent customers preferred other hours – and other bookstores – and your employer had already gone home. That man was really strange sometimes, but at least he trusted you enough to give you the keys, so that you could close the shop when you had finished. Today you had dealt with the “terrible box room”, as you liked to call it: it was basically a basement, or what remained of it, full of old bookcases and spider webs. You had spent there half of your day and you had managed to do only half of the work. This shelf should have been the last of the day.

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George W. Bush's petty revenge on a junior high student.

It was the spring of 2001. A dozen or so bright-eyed junior high students eagerly listened as our social studies teacher gave us an important assignment: each of us had to write a letter to a government official on a subject of our choice. Some students wrote to Representative Lois Capps. Others wrote to Senator Barbara Boxer. I decided to write to the big man himself: President George W. Bush.

This was pre-9/11; Bush was just beginning his first term. I wrote him a letter with my ideas on how to improve the public school system. I was courteous and respectful throughout the letter; this was the president I was writing to, after all!
Another student also wrote to Bush. She (her parents) supported Al Gore, and she made sure that Bush knew it. She started her letter by letting him know that her family did not vote for him, nor do they support him. The rest of the letter was filled with similar statements, along with HER OWN PLANS to fix the public school system.

A month passed. Thank-you letters from senators and representatives trickled in to the junior high. Then, a plain white envelope from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue arrived for the girl that wrote President Bush. With a smug look on her face, she opened up a thank-you letter from the president that started with:

Dear student, thank you for writing.

Also enclosed was a wallet-sized picture of the president.
My letter from the White House came the same day. Instead of a plain envelope, I received a large manila envelope. Enclosed was a letter that started with:

Dear Friend, thank you for writing.

Included was an enormous, 8" x 11" portrait of the president.

This was too much for the girl to handle. It was bad enough for her to receive a smaller portrait than I did, but the fact that Bush addressed me as a friend and her as a mere student made her absolutely furious. I haven’t kept in touch with her since then, but I doubt she ever voted Republican since that incident.

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A/N I’ve always wanted to write a fic where komaru meets kyouko but I never did get the time to write a long form of it so here’s a short instead just so I could cross this out of my bucket list.

Meet the Future Sister-in-Law - naegiri + shipper komaru

This meeting has been long overdue.

Technically, Komaru has already met Kyouko but that was before, way before Komaru was trapped in Towa City, way before Kyouko was forced into the killing game, and way before the idea of the whole world falling into despair ever crossed their minds. They had already met before any of that. But even so, that was still different from now given the current circumstances. Things change. People change. Relationships change.

Back then, Komaru only knew her as her brother’s classmate. Now Kyouko was his lovely girlfriend. And it was only customary for Makoto’s sister to meet said lovely person.

“Wow, you’re even prettier in person.” Komaru said in awe at first glance.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” Kyouko chuckled slightly.

Komaru just stood there in disbelief. Even Kyouko’s contained laughter sounded graceful! She looked at her in pure adoration, her and her gorgeous lavender hair with an adorable braid at one side, her and her fair complexion slender figure, her and how she carried herself with utmost dignity it was truly stunning. Wow, she thought. Just, wow.

And then Komaru turned to her brother. He tilted his head cluelessly. Her brother wasn’t… bad. He’s just leaning towards average or a tier above standard. Oh, who was she kidding? He was just as plain as she was! It must run in the family. And although he did grow a few inches, he was still shorter than Kyouko. She wondered briefly if she preferred shorter guys. Maybe it was his optimistic personality that caught her. Or was it his hope?

Wait, was it even possible to seduce someone with hope?

Either way, as his sister, it was also her obligation to warn her future sister-in-law about what she’s getting into. “Alright. Be honest with me.” She took a deep breath to compose herself.

The air in the room suddenly became heavy with tension.

“How many embarrassing stories has he told you?” Komaru finally dropped with nothing less than a tone of seriousness. “Because this is important information that you need to know.”

Makoto’s face paled at first and then in the next instant, he was as red as a tomato. “K-Komaru! W-What are you s-saying!” He sputtered.

“Hmm, forgive me. My memory seems to have failed me.” Kyouko feigned ignorance and slyly shot a sideway glance at Makoto who just stared at her in horror. A smirk tugged lightly at the end of her lips. “Do enlighten me. It might help refresh my memory.”

Komaru nodded. “Okay so let’s start when he wet his bed–”

“KOMARU!!” Makoto yelled desperately and even pulled his sister by the shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He asked her with a sense of urgency but mostly desperation.

“Bro, just look at her. She’s way out of your league.” Komaru stated and Makoto just rolled his eyes at her vote of support. “I’m just letting her know just how much of a dork you are to even out the expectations.”

Meanwhile, Kyouko discreetly coughed and murmured to herself, “That much I’m more than aware of.”

Makoto on the other hand just frowned at her. “Just which side are you on?”

“I prefer to stay neutral.” Komaru raised her hands as if to clear herself of all allegations to otherwise. Her eyes wandered to behind her brother and again she found herself staring in awe at Kyouko. “But I’d also prefer if she was on our side.” She confessed.

Makoto blinked. Did she just mean what he thought she meant? “Come again?”

“She’s just so cool! And amazing! And cool!” Komaru gushed as she jumped up and down while she fangirled. Her eyes returned to her brother, pleading. “Please, please tell me you already have a ring prepared.”

“Komaru!” Makoto shouted at her with a face that was getting redder by the second. “She can hear us you know!”

But Komaru didn’t hear him. “Also, I know black and white are the traditional colors for a wedding but maybe we could change it on yours? I don’t know about you but I’ve had enough of the monochromatic theme to last me a lifetime of nightmares.” She just continued on telling them of her dream wedding for them.

Makoto tried and failed to get her to stop talking, much to Kyouko’s entertainment.

This meeting has been long overdue and that’s why Komaru excitedly poured over everything she had been wanting to tell Kyouko and an embarrassed Makoto.


BONUS:

“Well that went splendidly.” Kyouko commented the moment that they were in private.

“Yeah, for you. That was so embarrassing for me.” Makoto let out an exhausted sigh as soon as he flopped down on the couch.

“You were cute.” She nonchalantly teased him.

Which was always effective in bringing out a blush from him. He mumbled, “Thanks…”

She sat down beside him and wordlessly, he sat up only to have his head lean on her shoulder. She placed hers on top of his and hummed, “So when do you plan to tell her about our engagement?”

He let out another sigh and her hand naturally went to comb through his hair in a comforting manner. “The plan was back then but as you can tell she’s already excited enough.” He breathed against her, his breath was warm and inviting. “Let her fantasize a bit more.”

“Even though that fantasy is already a reality?” She asked as her hand stilled and just held his head light so.

“I know. It’s just hard to believe sometimes.” He confessed as he affectionately nuzzled against her neck, his hair was ticklish against her skin.

Naturally, she giggled. “Oh, then should I remind you?”

With her hand still in his hair, she easily pulled his head back just enough so she could capture his lips with hers. The kiss was gentle, slow, and sweet. At first. Until she playfully bit at his lip which made him gasp and then the kiss turned more adventurous. She kissed with the passion she’d been holding back in front of others and he gladly returned the fervor. And at one point, the intensity of the searing kiss had gained so much momentum that she had repositioned herself to be straddling his hips. She smirked against his lips.

They still have a long way before the actually wedding happens but until then, she’s here to thoroughly convince him that it’s happening.

anonymous asked:

Out of all of your muses, who had the best/worst father? Who is the best/worst father out of your muses?

 unrolls  my  handy-dandy  89753486-foot  list  of  muses  aka  like  three.  most  of  them  aren’t  even  active  ljshfjksdhg.

  • brienne  of  tarth.  VOTED  HAS  BEST  FATHER.  has  a  good  father.
  he  let  her  train,  instead  of  making  her  get  married  like  she  should  have.  thanks,  selwyn.
  • captain  phasma.  she  has  no  parents  lmao  byeeee.

  • adam  le  bourbon.  VOTED  HAS  WORST  FATHER.  has  a  terrible  good-for-nothing  awful  no-good  very  bad  father.  would  be  a  good  father.  still  prone  to  making  mistakes  with  his  children.  temper  still  limits  him.  he’s  still  working  on  it.

  • matthew  crawley.  VOTED  BEST  FATHER.  son  of  an  upper-middle-class  doctor  who  died.  would  have  been  the  best  father  in  the  whole  wide  world  oh  my  god.  unfortunately,

  • william  porter.  idk  dad  probably  passed  away  who  knows.  is  a  wonderful  surrogate  father  for  his  nephew,  donny.  unfortunately,