my sister and i are sitting here

Fidel Castro: Dictator NOT a Revolutionary Leader

As a Cuban refugee I rejoice that the symbol is dead. But I still know that the ideology is very much alive. 

Fidel Castro has terrorized us for years. And now the day has come, he is dead. But nothing has changed my fellow Cubans who have remained will continue to endure the regime and swallow the renewed hope that has come with these news. 

And here I sit, watching people (Read: Non Cubans) mourn the death of a “monster” as stated by his own sister, Cuban exile Juana Castro. Castro was not a good man.

He ripped families apart. He took our liberties. He silenced our people. Do not let the media fool you into thinking he was a President or cared for anything but the success of his regime. 

Here is just a small list of what Castro has done:

Mass executions of counter-revolutionaries by Castro’s firing squads. An estimated 30,000 deaths solely from this since he came to power. 

He shut down all independent newspapers upon his rise to power. 

He held over 15,000 political prisoners. 

He created re-education camps for LGBT to correct ‘deviations’. Effeminate males were heavily prosecuted without trial or charge. as well as forced incarceration for anyone that tested HIV positive. 

One July morning in 1994 a group of 72 Cubans boarded a state-owned tugboat (named 13 de Marzo) with the intent to navigate it to freedom. Within minutes the vessel was under attack by other state-owned tugboats. By the time the incident was over 41 Cubans were dead. 10 of them were children.

Denied the right to vote against Castro and his party in ‘free elections’

Castro formed Committees for the Defense of the Revolution(CDR) which operate on almost every block in Cuba. Spying on neighbors and reporting back to the regime. Negative reports can land one in jail.

School children ‘pray’ to Castro. 

Ordered doctors to inject mercury into patients who criticized the poor quality of Cuba’s free medical services

All media is heavily censored and the spreading of “unauthorized news” a criminal offence, with internet access heavily limited by cost and restrictions. (To give you an idea my family members in Cuba could be sent to jail if they were caught corresponding with me via e-mail)

Prior to January 13, 2013, Cuban citizens could not travel abroad, leave or return to Cuba without first obtaining official permission along with applying for a government issued passport and travel visa, which was often denied.

Following the Cuban Revolution all activities of the catholic church were severely limited and in 1961 all property held by religious organizations was confiscated without compensation. 

Castro’s regime violates almost every single article of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. 

His regime has led to an estimated 3 million Cuban’s (more than 25% of the current population) fleeing the country due to persecution since taking power. 

But enough of this.

Today I am grateful for the strength and bravery of my mimi and papi who refused to conform to living under a communist and totalitarian nation. I am thankful that though fear clung to their bones they left everything they had in the hopes of freedom, in the hopes of a better life for me.  Today, I am thankful to hear my mom’s voice break with the strengths of her sobs. Today, I am thankful to see videos of my fellow Cubans embracing each other, crying, waving our flag, dancing, and singing (Our beautiful La Bayamesa).

There is still much work to be done. But today, I leave you with the words of Willy Chirino:

“Hoy que mi pueblo vive ilusionado yo me siento inspirado y un son estoy cantando anunciándole a todos mis hermanos que nuestro día ya viene llegando…”


I am three months to twenty-three, daydreaming of when I was seventeen. I become obsessed with things I took for granted: bike rides with my sisters and the fine luxury of a backyard. I should have talked to more people in school. I should have written more, taken more pictures. Here: here is me out to breakfast with my dad. We’re at the diner, New Jersey bagels with taylor ham and cheese, and I paid the bill with babysitting money. Here: here are my best friends sitting with me on the kitchen floor. The dining room table is overrated and much too far from the fridge. In this picture, school is out for spring break and none of us quite know where we’re going yet. I should have absorbed every summer sun; said to myself, I am fifteen and survived my parents’ divorce. – I am sixteen and in love with a boy too good for me – I am seventeen and
 I am seventeen.
 And things won’t last, but they shouldn’t. That’s why they’re special. That’s why they’re worth saving.
 I am three months to twenty-three, and I promise to do more.
—  Schuyler Peck, Twenty-Three
Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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One Shot: Pre Christmas (Smut)

I hope you all like this one! Any feedback on this one is really appreciated, as I have hardly any experience writing smut. So if you have any suggestions please let me know. If you liked it let me know, if there was something in particular that you didn’t or felt weird PLEASE let me know as I’d like to get better. Again, thank you for reading!!  

“Alright look at the camera. Here we go!”  

There was a bright flash from the studio lights. A few more pictures were taken of the family in front of us and then we stepped forward for our turn. My sister pulled my niece who was a ball of red velvet and passed her to my brother in law. He walked over to the big chair with Santa sitting on it and Santa reached for her.

My brother in law fussed over his daughter smoothing out her little dress making sure she was picture perfect. The photographer began to readjust for the picture.

Shawn who was standing right at my said leaned close to me and began to speak gently. “Are you going to sit on Santa’s lap?

I glanced up at him. “I don’t know should I?”

His arm wrapped around me. “Meh, you should. Tell Santa what you want for Christmas. Not that I think you’ll get it.” He leaned down and breathed into my ear. “Because I think you’ve been a very bad bad girl.”

My mouth dropped and I swatted at his chest. “Shawn!” I protested acting as if his deep voice in my ear had done nothing to my thoughts. “Not with my family here.”

He chuckled and leaned in again. “You like it.”

I didn’t try to deny it.

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shaym: To my big sister T on her wedding day. I love that we were able to close one very important chapter of our lives together and I am devastated not to be there as you embark on your next one. As I sit here thinking about our friendship and journey I am reminded of how much I love, cherish and admire you. I know you and Patrick will have the most special day and I can’t wait to celebrate you two as a married couple. Soak it all in and enjoy this moment…it’s all yours babe 👰🏻💕 #fortday2016inspirit

with a smile like hers

for @son-of-rome, here’s my first retaliation of the angst war. partially inspired by a hc of the ever beautiful @percyyoulittleshit
3,695 words

Piper squints into the distance and raises a hand to shield her eyes from the mid afternoon sun. “Is that them?”

Jason sits up beside her, features adorably scrunched as he tries to focus across the rolling green lawns of Central Park. He rearranges his glasses on his nose and says, “Yeah, I think so. But -”

“Oh, they’ve got Ava.” Piper waves, and Annabeth waves back with the hand not holding Percy’s little sister’s.

“Hey, guys, sorry we’re a little late,” Percy says sheepishly as they approach, stopping just at the edge of the picnic rug Jason and Piper have spread out.

Annabeth wipes some loose curls back off her forehead and says, a little breathlessly, “We have a last minute addition to the picnic, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all!” Piper exclaims, smiling brightly at the seven year old standing before her. “You’re always great fun, aren’t you, Ava?”

Ava smiles, chubby cheeks dimpling, and nods.

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no strings attached

harry attends a wedding and finds himself spending the party with someone who is off limits

warning: again, there is a bit of smut towards the end.

I swirled the remainder of my drink around in my glass, sighing as I watched everyone else dance and laugh. Not one guy had asked me to dance tonight. Not a single one. And I knew why. I was off limits. A pariah in the eyes of everyone here. I was the groom’s baby sister and even though I was an adult, there was no way any guy in his right mind would come near me. It was a crime against humanity, really, and I would have a talk with my brother very soon about how he thought he could police every boy who so much as breathed near me.

Having enough of sitting by myself, I decided to travel to the balcony I had seen earlier in the day. I snuck off down a different hallway, the silence engulfing me once I left the reception hall. I reached the double doors leading out to the moonlit balcony, but paused as I realized they were already open; there was someone already outside. I squinted at the dark figure who was leaning over the balcony, staring at the stars. Something caught the light on his hands and I saw that both were covered in rings as well as tattoos that peaked out of one of his cufflinks. I bit my lip and as quietly as possible, attempted to back away from the balcony, walking on my toes to keep my heels from clinking against—

“You’re here, you might as well keep me company instead of trying to run away.” He had a British accent. I didn’t know that either my brother or his new wife knew anyone British.

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hi everyone! uh how do i start this smh

i really need to go to my best friend tomorrow but he lives far away from me and i can’t afford going there but i really need to see him uh.

so, with no further ado,

Steven Universe Aquarelle Auction

these aquarelles i show in the video are the ones i’ve made already, but i’m sitting here with my brush ready if you want to commission something. i didn’t know how to price them but my sister suggested auctioning them so i guess they all start at 1 USD each?

comment if you want one and what youre willing to pay? and also if you want me to paint something else. please only comment in the replies though so everyone can see. auction ends today as i need to go tomorrow!

message me if you want better pictures of any of these!

additions:  lapis lazuli, blue pearl

So I breathe in.
staring at a computer screen, warm and sheltered.
How am I meant to sit here and work.
Pretend that everything is okay?

I am surrounded by silence yet my ears echo with yells of my brothers and sisters.
Those souls screaming for help.
As another child is burnt alive,
another woman is defiled and broken,
another family is torn apart.
As they watch everything and everyone they love, bombed out of existence.
While they plead for help.

Yet I just sit here, staring at my computer screen.
My heart aches with the sorrow and guilt.
This isn’t self-pity.
It is an endless dua for my people.

For we have failed the people of Syria.
All the facebook likes, retweets and articles shared.
What good did they do?
We acknowledged the pain and suffering, yet it continued.

On the day of reckoning it will be us screaming and pleading for mercy.
As they declare how this ummah abandoned them.
How they suffered and begged for help as we let this genocide happen.
They will not forget.
So how can I?

The Enemy’s Sister ~ Harry x Malfoy! Reader

Originally posted by medo-de-palhaco

Originally posted by slytherinnpride

Request: Hello I was wondering if you could make an imagine where the reader is Draco’s sister(who is a Gryffindor) and hides the fact that she’s dating Hardy until he finds out? Thx :)

Have been sick all weekend and decided to try to get all of the stuff in my inbox done. So here’s the Imagine! Tried to make it original since there are tons of these on Tumblr. Hope you like it Anon!!

Sitting in the tired old armchair in Gryffindor Tower you sob your heart out while your world falls apart around you, you are the loneliest you’ve ever been. In the late hours of the night the common room is desolate, not a single soul out of bed. Besides you of course. The stairs from the boys dormitories creek as a single person descends the staircase. 


You turn and through your tear filled eyes see Harry Potter gazing at you with a sense of worry. He slowly sits next to you and puts a careful hand on your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Harry asks softly.

“Does it look like I’m alright!” You sob, wiping the tears from your eyes,”My father expects me to commit to something horrible. When I told him that I refuse to he said I am a disgrace to this family. And when I talked to Draco about this he told me that my father was right.”

Harry gives a confused expression,”May I ask what it is that he asked you to do?”

Embarrassed, you look down. As a part of the Malfoy family, one of the biggest Death Eater families along with the Blacks, it is dishonorable to refuse loyalty to Lord Voldemort. Your elder brother, Draco, had recently received his Dark Mark and with it a task assigned by the Dark Lord himself. You however had decided that you didn’t want a Dark Mark or any connections with Voldemort.

Tears seem to make their way back and Harry looks startled,”I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pry. I just wanted to help!”

“No-”, you snuffle,”No it’s fine. It’s just my father.”

Harry gives you a sympathetic look, in return you give a small smile. You had told stories, by the Weasley brothers, about the horrible abusive Muggles that raised Harry and felt that you could trust him with your family’s secret.

“Hey, listen to me.” Harry’s hand on your shoulder gives a small squeeze, “You don’t have to be like your family. You fight for what you believe in, not what your family believes in. Though it may not seem like it, Hogwarts is your home, Hogwarts can be your family when no one else is… at least for me it is.”

Harry looks into your (e/c) eyes and you become lost in his emerald green ones. Gently, Harry cups your cheek with his free hand and wipes a tear with his thumb. His thumb lingers there before he leans in and kisses you softly.

And that is how you met the love of your life, and the biggest secret you ever had.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione travel to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for their afternoon class. Inside, Draco stands in his group of evil followers snickering at something he had said.

“That scum.” Harry mumbles.

Hermione nudged him,”I don’t like him either, but you don’t want to loose Y/n.”

“Ah Granger, talking about my no good disgrace of a sister are we?” Draco hisses, his whole crew turns to stare her down.

“What’d you say Malfoy!” Harry’s fist clenches.

“Ah does Potter here have a little crush on my scum sister?” Draco’s smug look grows.

Hermione and Ron exchange anxious looks before Ron mutters,”Mate, cool it!”

“Does Potty Wee Potter find my no good, disappointing, weak, black sheep sister any good? She’s just as much of a waste of air as you.”

Harry lets out a loud shout before colliding his fist with Draco’s face. Draco’s nose begins to bleed, staining his pale skin. He brings his hand up to his nose, blood dripping, before ordering Crabbe and Goyle on Harry.

 Before they could touch him a curse flies between the two of them and you step out form between Hermione and Ron. 

“I see you’re sending your bodyguards to do the work like a weak git, as usual.” You raise an eyebrow at your fumbling brother.

“While you’re busy being the Dark Lord’s hit-man, I’ve managed to learn some helpful spells. Like this…  Anteoculatia!

And with that, antlers sprout from Draco’s head. You giggle and Harry wraps his arm around you, chuckling as well.

“Oi! Potter! Quit touchin’ my sister! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doin’?” Draco roars.

“I think I might just kiss my girlfriend.” Harry smirks, he had been waiting for this moment for months.

“GirLFRIEND!?” Malfoy shrieks.

“Oh did I forget to mention..” You smirk, “Harry and i have been dating for months now.”

At the full realization that his sister has been dating his worst enemy, Draco throws a finger in the air in protest,

“Our father will hear about this, and he won’t be happy!” Draco says this in triumph before exiting the room dramatically.

“You think he realizes that class just started?” Ron says a-matter-of-factly.

Sorry this took so long I just didn’t know what to do for it that hadn’t already been done and stuff. Hope you guys liked it! Please request!!!

Big Hero 6 AU Headcanons

Okay guys here me out…

  • 23 Year Old Katsuki Yuuri as genius at street skating
  • He never finished college and gets into illegal skating competitions
  • He and his older sister Mari live at Minako’s ballet studio/house upstairs.
  • His sister busts him out of trouble and takes him to her local college lab/skating rink that she graduated from
  • Yuuri is impressed by all of the skaters and their high tech skates
  • Yuuri meets Mari’s skater friends, Viktor and Chris who are TAs of the skating program, Phichit who is a student heavily involved in social media and developing inventions for hamsters, and Yurio who turns out to be 15 accepted under special scholarship for his Agape winged skates design
  • Mari shows him her senior project, a robotic poodle nurse, named Vicchan in memory of their passed poodle
  • They meet Dr. Yakov Feltsman, head of the department and doctor of the most well known skate tech company
  • Yuuri decides he wants to finish college and enters the Expo
  • Yuuri presents his Eros project
  • The accident happens and Mari dies after hearing Dr. Feltsman is still inside and rushing in
  • Yuuri stays holed up in his room for days as Minako checks up on him.
  • Yuuri hurts himself from the blade of his skates, signaling Vicchan to operate.
My Valentine

So, I had an idea for Valentine’s fluff and couldn’t wait to post it. So, here is some baisc fluff with terrible French. 

Pairing: Lafayette x reader

Warning: Awkward use of the word fuckboy

Requested: Nope, but requests are welcomed.

Word Count: 1266


Yes, it was true. It was three days until Valentine’s Day and you had yet to get plans. This didn’t bother you as much as it bothered your roommate, Eliza, and her two sisters, Angelica and Peggy, who were your best friends. The four of you were currently sitting in your and Eliza’s room eating ice cream and going through Eliza’s closet for something suitable to wear on Valentine’s Day.

“Come on, y/n. Peggy is busy with schoolwork, and Angelica thinks all men are insufferable. You’re my only single friend that doesn’t have an excuse,” Eliza pleaded.

“First of all, aside from your sisters, I’m your only friend. Second, I wish not to be set up with one of Alexander’s loud mouthed friends,” you said with your hands on your hips.

You had history with Alex and his three friends, along with a group of their “mortal enemies,” Thomas, Aaron, and James. You personally hated the later three, and secretly enjoyed when a certain Frenchman would chew them out for their ideas on immigration. Being an immigrant himself, he was very opinionated resulting in him talking faster than his brain could translate. He would often stumble over his words, which you thought was the most adorable thing you could imagine.

However, it was ruined when he would wink at you or any other girls in your class after making a suggestive comment, earning him a slap on the back of the head from Professor Washington. This only reminded you of his reputation as fuckboy, along with the other members of Alexander’s squad.

“Yes I am aware that you are my only friend that is not related to me. I’m super lame. You’re always right, you know,” Eliza smiled pleadingly at you.

“Not working today, Eliza” you smirked back.

“Y/n please! Alex has been begging me to set one of his friends up,” Eliza took you by the shoulders before whispering softly. “He still makes me nervous, y/n. I want someone there to help me calm myself down, so I can finally tell him I love him.” She blushed brightly.

You saw the helplessness in her eyes and sighed. The things you did for your friends…

“Fine,” you muttered.

Eliza squealed and wrapped you in a giant hug.

“We’ve got to find you something to wear now!” She shrieked and Peggy and Angelica laughed as you groaned. What had you just gotten yourself into?


The restaurant was beautiful. The roses outnumbered the people, but the radiance of the happy beautiful people out shined that of the roses.

You fiddled with the edge of your phone and self-consciously smoothed your f/c dress as Eliza took your hand and drug you through the restaurant to find Alex and his friend. She wouldn’t tell you who it was, only smirking when you asked.

Alex’s table came into view as you saw a small curly poof sticking up over the crowds. You groaned to yourself as Eliza laughed at your pain.

“Alex!” Eliza let go of your hand to kiss Alex hello. “Y/n, this is Alex’s friend, Lafayette.”

“He has a longer name, but no one has the time to pronounce it,” Alex laughed. Lafayette blushed.

“Y-you can just call me Laf,” he stuttered. His fuckboy exterior gone only for a second before smoothly picking it up. “And what is your name, mon cherie?”

“Y/n. It’s nice to meet you Laf,” you blushed. You nudged Eliza as you sat down across from your dates. This only caused her smirk to grow wider, and for Alex to notice and start smirking as well.

“Your body looks incredible in that dress,” Lafayette winked, pulling your chair out.

“My brain looks pretty good in this dress, too” you said sending him a sarcastic smile and sitting down.

He snorted at your comment, before settling into his own chair.

Throughout the night, Eliza and Alex stayed in their own world. You and Lafayette made small talk. You were beginning to like him even more, yet you still noticed the fuckboy attitude and tried to keep your giggles and flirty smiles at bay.

Lafayette was growing desperate by the end of the night, wanting to make you smile. You, on the other hand just wanted to go home.

Then, Eliza betrayed you.

“Alex and I are going to head back to his place-” you cut her off with a wink and a laughed.

“Oh shut up,” she laughed and continued. “I trust Laf is willing to drive you home?” Eliza said more as a question.

“I’d love to drive mon amour home,” Laf said with a wink.

Eliza left leaving you and Laf to head to his car.

The restaurant was in the middle of the city, which you found beautiful at night. You stared into the beautiful sky. There were so many lights, and you sighed just wanting to see the stars.

“It’s so out pretty tonight. I almost regret that we have to go home,” Laf sighed.

“What if we go somewhere else then?” you said before you could stop yourself.

“What do you mean?” he asked confused.

“Just…get in your car and follow my directions.”

“You’re not going to kill me are you?” Laf joked.

“Only if you’re not going to make anymore comments about how I look in this dress,” you retorted.

Laf nodded. It was only ten minutes before the two of you were outside of the city, near a small field.

The both of you got out of the car and walked into the small clearing. You looked up into the sky and saw the beautiful mass of stars.

“Wow,” Lafayette breathed. “How did you find this place?”

“I was stressed about finals last year and just started driving. I found this clearing. I come back anytime I’m stressed,” you said.

He turned and stared down at you with love in his eyes that you couldn’t see.

You both sat down and started talking. You talked about the future and how the world worked. You found yourself actually agreeing with the things he said.

Lafayette finally worked up the nerve to ask the question he’d been wondering all night.

“Why have you been so cold tonight?” he asked with confusion in his eyes.

“Why have you been acting like a fuckboy tonight?” you retorted, regretting your words the instant you saw the look of pain gracing his features.

“I can’t believe you would actually think that,” he said with hurt lacing his voice.

“It’s not like that…it’s just… I’ve heard stories and I know what your friends are like,” you explained.

“What my friends are like?” He said in confusion.

“You guys are the biggest fuckboy squad on campus,” you said your voice rising in frustration.

“I’ll admit, my friends aren’t the settling down type, and hell, there was even a time when that was me, but then I met you!” he yelled.

Your world froze.

“You met me?” you asked dumbfounded.

“I met you…and I’ve been dying to tell you that. That I love you…That I want to be yours, not a casual fling. I understand your concerns, mon amour, but I guarantee you, that I will never let you feel helpless,” he smiled, cupping your face with his hands.

“I love you too,” you smiled.

He smiled wider.

“Now, I have a very important question,“ he said, in a feigning a serious tone.

“What is it?” you asked in the same tone.

“Will you be my Valentine?” his eyes searched yours nervously.

“Yes” you whispered.

With that, he pulled you close and placed his soft lips on yours.

This little scenario was stuck in my head after watching last nights episode. Hope you enjoy!🙈

“So this is your childhood bedroom.” Amy remarks walking around the room. It’s small and neat, and it looks like Mary hasn’t touched anything since he left home.

“This is it.” He agrees flatly sitting on his bed. Watching Amy as she examines his room.

“So am I the first girl to be in here?” She asks picking up a picture of him at his high school graduation.

“Besides my mom and sister? You know you are.” He tells her shaking his head. “You know that before you I never had a real interest in such things.”

“That does’nt mean girls didn’t have an interest in you.” Amy tells him picking up another picture. This one from the day he got his doctorate. A lanky sixteen year old Sheldon shaking the Dean’s hand. He was handsome even then and she can’t believe that she is the first one to notice it.

“Believe me they didn’t.” he tells her. Thinking how he graduated high school at eleven. The girls there were cruel and loved to mock him.

“I would have had an interest in you. I would have been doodling Mrs. Amy Cooper all over my notebooks. Kissing my pillows imagining it was you.” Amy tells him setting the picture down again.

“You will always be the first and only one who wants to do that…ever…” He remarks with a hint of sadness that makes Amy change the subject.

“It’s kind of exciting being in a boys room. It’s an experience I never had.” Amy says smirking at him.

“You’ve been in my room before Amy. In fact we live together. You live in a boys room.” He scoffs.
“This is different! This is your childhood bedroom. With all your old things in it. Your mother is sleeping just down the hall. It kind of feels naughty.” She says sitting next to him on the bed.

“My mother is fine with us sharing this bedroom. More fine than I expected.” He adds annoyed.

“I know…” Amy sighs. “Still… If you are still wanting to rebel?” Amy asks leaning over and kissing him lightly.

“Amy!” He says scandalized looking nervously at the door. “My mother as still out there.”

“ So? She can’t hear us. Besides I’m still all worked up after you seeing you looking like a bad boy with that earring in.” Amy tells him looking up at him through her lashes. “I do love a bad boy.”

“That was very rebellious of me.” Sheldon says giving her a sexy half smile and turning towards her.

“Exactly! You can do more now. And what’s more rebellious than sneaking a girl into your room and necking?” Amy asks he looks at her wide eyed but leans in to his lips barely touching hers.

“I didn’t exactly sneak you in.” He reminds her.

“We can pretend you did. We can pretend that we go to the same school. That your mother doesn’t approve of our relationship but you snuck me in here.” Sheldon bushes his lips against hers and murmurs.

“Why doesn’t she approve of you?” As he brushes his lips against her neck.

“She caught us kissing out on the porch. She thinks that I’m a bit of a hussy and I’m trying to take her baby boys flower.” Amy says her breath getting caught in her chest as Sheldon buries his face in her neck.

“What will she say when she finds out that I’ve already deflowered you and it was all my idea?” He asks kissing her and pressing her down against the bed.

“She’ll be furious, all the fire and brimstone will rain down on your head.” Amy tells him wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Then she’ll really be furious if she ever finds out what I’m about to do to you .” He growls.

“Then we’ll just have to be quiet so she doesn’t find out.” Amy says reaching over and turning off the lamp.

Supercorp: CEOs

Part one

“You actually went on a date with her? I have to say, Kara. I’m surprised. I didn’t think she was your type.” It was the next day, and Alex Danvers was currently sitting on the edge of Kara’s desk, around all her paperwork and prototypes. 

“She’s not.” Kara grumbled, conveniently looking at a file so as to avoid her sister’s eyes. “I was hoping to get her drunk enough to tell me about the L-corp tech hidden in my office.” Alex sat up straighter at this, and looked curiously at her sister. 

“What did you learn?” Alex leaned forward, and whispered like she had to make sure no one in the room could here. 

“Nothing. She started talking about my family. I hate that she used to know them!” 

“Kara..” Alex’s eyes had softened and Kara hated it. She hated that her family was dead, and anytime they were mentioned she got a bunch of pity. 

“It doesn’t matter. Luthor was trying to mess with my head, and I won’t let her! You’re still coming to movie night, right?” Kara switched topics so fast, Alex felt dizzy. 

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss i-” Alex was cut off by Kara’s office door being slammed open. Behind the door was a pissed of looking Lena Luthor, and a sheepish Mon-El behind her. Alex stepped protectively in front of Kara as Lena stormed towards the desk. 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Danvers. She just rushed right past me, and I couldn’t get her to st-” Mon-El was halted by Kara holding up her hand. 

“It’s fine, Mon-El.” The assistant  nodded, and exited the room, leaving the three females to glare at each other. 

“I didn’t give you the answers so you decided to do what you think I did? Or maybe you knew I didn’t do anything! You were just trying to set me up!” Lena spat out, leaving the sisters utterly confused. 

“What are you talking about?” As soon as the words left Kara’s mouth, Lena produced a camera from her pocket. 

“This is what I’m talking about! You broke the truce!” Lena accused, making Kara leap from her chair, and stomp over to Lena. 

“I did not break the truce! You broke the truce! This is probably just you trying to mess with my head again, like talking about my parents!” Lena’s expression softened, but before she could say anything, Alex interjected. 

“Kara, this looks exactly like the camera found in your office. It even has the logo in the same place.” 

“My logo?” Kara asked, to which Alex nodded. 

“I doubt this camera belongs to either one of you. I’m going to take it to my lab. I’ll see you tonight, Supergirl!” Alex gave her little sister a hug, before swiftly exiting the office. 

“I wasn’t trying to make you upset when I was talking about your parents, Kara.” Lena said, quietly after a few moments of silence. 

“It doesn’t matter. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” Lena muttered a soft ‘of course’ before exiting the room. Once she was gone, Kara let out a sigh and rested her head on the desk. “Why must things always get complicated when Lena Luthor is around?” 

So, today has been interesting.

I’m sitting here with my extended family for Christmas, quite frankly speechless. This is the first time I’ve been around them since starting HRT, so of course I had a few… unexpected announcements.

And it went fine.

I finally mustered the courage to be myself around my extended family, and nothing went wrong. I didn’t choke up, I explained things without giving any ground, the kids accepted it just fine, grandma and grandpa were already briefed so they were expecting it, and I didn’t even need backup from my sisters.

I look calm but I’m still shaking. This was so intense, and honestly much easier than I could have ever hoped. I guess I can use this extra energy for holiday cheer.

I hope all of you beautiful people have a good holiday season, whatever you celebrate~

Seven Minutes in Heaven

John Laurens x Reader
Words: 608
Request: Could I have a John. Laurens x reader modern au where they are playing spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven? You can do whatever you like with the story from there 

when i saw this request i was like “oh my seven minutes in heaven i definitely know what that is!1!111!! better google it to relive my memories of playing it at all those parties i go to!!!!!!1111!”



i’m not very good at the whole socialising thing so yes i did have to google this… i hope i did a good job. 

i’m so tired. i worked an eight hour shift today which i haven’t done in three weeks so i’m legit exhausted.

ending my rant here. goodnight friends. have a good day or night xx


Originally posted by ham4damn


You had turned up to the party with one goal: to sit by the snack table with your phone. Unfortunately, the Schuyler Sisters liked to have everyone involved in their parties, so Peggy had ended up dragging you away from the snack table and put your phone in a “safe place”.

“Alright everyone, gather round! It’s time for everyone’s favourite, spin the bottle!” Angelica yelled, holding up an empty bottle of vodka. You groaned.

“I thought you guys were trying not to have a typical high school party! Think of something better!” Jefferson yelled. You rolled your eyes at him, leaning against the wall and watching the scene unfold from as far away as possible.

“Fine, screw the bottle!” She replied, throwing it in the direction of Thomas who ducked. “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven!”

“What the hell is that?” You mumbled, nudging Peggy.

“Well, two people get locked in a closet together for seven minutes. Whatever happens then is up to them,” Peggy stated.

“Who wants to go first?” Angelica asked, looking around the room. “Oh my god John! Definitely you, get your ass in the closet.” You followed Angelica’s gaze, your eyes settling on a long haired, freckly man who was standing next to Alexander. You had seen him around, usually when protests were going on in the cafeteria.

You watched as John disappeared into the closet. You went to go to the toilet, yelping when Eliza grabbed your wrist. “(Y/N), you get the honour of sitting in a closet with John Laurens for seven minutes! Have fun!” Eliza exclaimed, pushing you into the closet and locking the door. You groaned slightly, sitting down with your back to the door.

“Not enjoying the party?”

You looked up, seeing John playing on his phone absentmindedly. “Uh, no. Not my kind of thing,” You replied, shrugging.

“Oh. Cool.”

“Are we just going to sit here in silence for seven minutes?”


You sighed, checking the time on your watch. It had barely been a minute.

“I’ve seen you around campus a lot. You do a lot of protesting,” You stated, attempting to make conversation. John put down his phone, his eyes meeting yours.

“Y-You do?” he asked, raising his eyebrow. He fiddled with the sleeves of his hoodie, waiting for your response.

“Well, yeah. I really enjoy watching them. People trying to change the world is a pretty powerful thing,” You stated, crossing your arms across your chest. John seemed to relax slightly as you finished your sentence.

“Even my best friends don’t attend stuff like that with me. Have you seriously been there?” He asked. “Were you there when the police dragged me out of the school?”

“Was that when you broke into the library and broke all the computers?” You asked, smiling. “That was legendary, honestly. Books really do need to make a comeback.”

“See? That’s what I’ve been trying to tell people but they always tell me that phones and computers are quicker. And yeah, they are, but honestly nothing is more satisfying then the smell of a new book.”

“I agree. There’s nothing quite like a new book, or curling up in a blanket and losing yourself in it-“

The door flew open and revealed the three Schuyler sisters and Alexander smiling proudly.

“C’mon love birds, time to socialise over your interest of boring things somewhere else,” Peggy said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out. You blushed, looking back at John.

“D-Do you wanna come back to my place? I have a new copy of Fantastic Beasts… we could read it together?”

John smiled, standing and taking your hand. “I’d love to.”

Hey there pals

I must apologise as ive not been on here recently, but due to good reason.

I always struggle with this time of year, because I know theres a couple of rough dates coming up (best friends death anniversary, sisters death anniversary & her birthday) and I feel a bit of shame for not being able to deal with them despite the years going by.

The other day I hit a major low and I had incredibly dangerous thoughts going on in my mind and it was the first time in a long while ive ever contemplated ending everything. I remember sitting here thinking how easily I could set myself on fire and all shit like that, and ANYONE who knows me, knows that is not like me at all.

Ive also been feeling a lot of disappointment in myself, and I feel like im not bringing everything I could do or that I used to in this community and it really hit me that ive not been giving everything I could to you guys.

It actually pains me to write this, because I know its not the positivity youre all used to on my blog, but I didnt wanna leave you guys without an explaination.

Im not going anywhere though, I’m still here and you better believe my regular content will be back soon, hopefully tonight!

But I hope you all understand ive had to take a few days off to give myself a kick up the ass and stop feeling sorry for myself, and get myself back where I was!

Love you all!!!