occupy everything

If #Trump is impeached and sent to prison then it might be a good time to take over Trump’s properties to help the homeless and low income families by giving them a roof over their heads. Let’s turn something negative into something positive that benefits everyone else at Trump’s expense.

In your possession right now is a vial, inside of which is a little dot, the smallest of all points. It contains time and space, and everything that occupies it. Take good care of it; it’s an explosive, and the bang it makes is big.

Main Street in America should be the ones who get bailed out. Not Wall Street.

College students should be the ones who get bailed out. Not Wall Street.

Working class and middle class families should be the ones who get bailed out. Not Wall Street.

We as Americans should be the ones who get bailed out far more than Wall Street. But when will that happened?

Taken By Force (Taeyong!)

anon(s) said:Hey guys! I was wondering about a Dom!Taeyong smut where he’s really rough and forces you to blow him? Of course including consent but still, can it be really hot and stuff? :D sincerely, whose life is now complete 😌 thanks for your hard work guys❤

Can i request Taeyong smut when he finds out his gf search history was “Taeyong SMUT fanfic” “Taeyong 18+ fanfic” etc Lolololol Thank-you and have a great day

could you do a rough!taeyong super steamy smut? please make it as hot as you can sorry im just too thirsty for this guy lmao

author: admin hyo

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a/n: What have I done~ this took me forever, but it’s here. The only real warning is that there is some consensual non-con. So if you’re not into that don’t read. But please enjoy.

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i’ve been around long enough to know that the good things never last and your friends are probably telling you that you’re better off without me and my friends are telling me that i could have done better anyways.
but between the words of others and those times we remind ourself to not think about each other and those times we are so occupied by everything but still feel each others names popping up in our minds every fucking time we think we are so busy that how is it fucking possible that we are thinking of each other and how we rotted out and how what we had, the love we had wasn’t enough to outlive us, but silly of me to think that love can out live us i’m 17 and your 18 what do we know about something outliving us fuck people have cars older than us and fuck people have been around double the amount of time we have, how could i have even imagined us outliving love.
no matter what anyone tells us we can’t forget those late night drives on those friday night that we made plans about our futures together, how we saw the world in bright colours with each other by our sides, we both know what we felt was real and real things don’t die out at least never completely.
Those late night drives where id be falling asleep on the passenger seat but id open my eyes to make sure you were okay, i always fucking asked if you were okay i guess me always wanting to know how you felt was my way of saying i love you so much and i guess your way of loving me was driving me home every single time and blasting the heating when i was cold even though you weren’t or changing the song when you knew i didn’t like it. 
we all show our love in different ways maybe thats why things fuck up but one thing i know for sure is that we loved, we loved so fucking much.
it was those text me when you get home and be safe and it was me always telling you to stop changing the songs on your iPod as you were driving. 
no one was there but us two; only we felt what we felt so i don’t care if people say i could do better and you shouldn’t care if people think you’re better off without me, your touch is tattooed to my skin and i never liked the idea of something permanent until i met you,  i tried burning you out with vodka and we all know i hate vodka but the burning sensation in my throat wasn’t strong enough to get you off my mind and i wasn’t drunk enough to forget you all it did was remind me of what we had and how we died so fast.
flowers die when people pick at them, and i guess we were a lot like flowers people picked at what we were and what we had until we died.
i wish i could say our love really died like you fell in love with another girl who looks a little like me but her eyes didn’t light up when she saw you and her smile wasn’t what caught your attention. 
i wish i could say you stopped loving me
but mostly i wish i could say that you would have fought for us maybe thats what makes love outlive people is that they try and try and try until there is no more love to outlive but we are so full of love i guess we can blame it on the timing was wrong and we were too young.
— 

-i’ve been around long enough to know that love doesn’t outlive people people outlive love.

~j (reeject)

He baked a home made cake.

Chocolate– with whipped cream frosting and bananas because thats Katsuki’s favorite. It was hard work and it looked a bit sloppy, but it was edible. And surely,  despite the look, it tasted great! (Izuku would know. He sampled the batter and cream before it was all put together)

It was a miracle he even had time to /make/ the darn thing, with Katsuki constantly trying to stay beside him all day. Izuku admitted he felt bad for finding excuses to sneak away or leave his boyfriend alone all morning and afternoon long… but it would be worth it. Izuku was lucky he got Eijirou to occupy Katsuki until everything was in place.

He set the cake on the table, before he set out the gift he had gotten the other as well. He felt nerves taking over, as he stared at the wrapped gift.  Would the gift he chose be too sappy? Would Katsuki even like something like that? Maybe he should have chosen something else.

He muttered about his thoughts,  as he pinched his lower lip in between his pointer finger and thumb. But his unsure thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard the sound of keys at the front door. Lifting his head quickly,  he felt butterflies take over his stomach. He could hear Katsuki’s voice – muffled,  but still clear enough. He must have been saying goodbye to Eijirou.

Thank God Izuku had finished his surprise. He hoped it was good enough.  Maybe he should rush to hide it all and pretend he didnt make anything at all– Jeez,  he hated when his nervousness got the best of him.

“Deku? ” Katsuki called out as he entered in the house, then.  Izuku heared him toss his keys and light jacket aside, before he started coming closer.

“I-in here Kacchan!” Izuku replied and turned toward the entry way of the kitchen. He swallowed hard, and waited patiently until he saw his boyfriend’s face coming in.

“What the fuck have you been doin all day, you didnt answer any texts from me.” He watched the curly haired male and tilted his head slightly. There was an irritated tone to his voice.
 
“Sorry Kacchan but..Th..this– I’ve been working on this!” Izuku said quickly,  before stepping himself out of the way of the table. “Um..H..Happy Birthday..”

 Katsuki’s eyes widened then, upon seeing the surprise laid out on the table. He didn’t say much,  but he went closer to observe it better.  The cake was his favorite–and it was lopsided. But it was decorated nicely and the gift was wrapped endearingly, too. Too much tape,  but it was cute. And it was touching. The ash blonde lifted his crimson eyes from the small display and looked at Izuku.

“You were doin /this/ for me??”

“Yes.” Izuku nodded. “I..I know it isn’t perfect.  But I wanted to do something special.. thats why I had Eijirou keep you busy all day- and I know you wanted to spend time with me on your birthday,  but I wanted to surprise you and make it a good evening together- and also I’m not sure if you’ll like the gift but I–”

“Deku.” Katsuki cut off Izuku’s rambling before he reached out and embraced him in his arms.  “Thanks. I’m shitty with words…but Im happy.  I was pretty pissed you kept fucking avoiding me” he smirked a bit.   “But I guess it was worth it, huh?”

Izuku felt his cheeks start to burn up shyly and be couldn’t help but smile.  It was relieving to hear Katsuki liked it.

“Im glad..”

“So,for my gift, besides the nice one sittin right there..”

“Huh?” Izuku looked up to see Katsuki better. “What..?”

“Are you gonna let me lick and eat this cake off your body? ” he grinned, though Izuku couldn’t tell if it was being serious or not.

“K-Kacchan!?” He didn’t have time to say much else,  as Katsuki’s lips crashed into his own. It was a firm, yet tender kiss.

Once their lips parted way Katsuki snickered.
“So. Are we gonna lay you across this table and spread the cake all over?”

“Kacchan!” The blush only spread further.  

“I think I kinda fuckin deserve it!”

Izuku knitted his eyebrows before be squirmed out of Katsuki’s hold. The latter pursed his lips,  slightly disappointed.

“A..after this you can.. do whatever you want okay? B-but first open this first gift.” He picked up the wrapped present off the table and timidly held it toward Katsuki.

He reached out and took hold of it.
“I’m holdin you to your words.” He smirked before he started to tear the paper away. It was difficult, thanks to the generous amount of tape– but eventually it was opened and it was…a photo album of them two. Pictures of all their dates and just everyday things,  as well as small notes and love letters to go along with each page.
Katsuki slowly flipped through the pages at Izuku eagerly waited a reaction.

“..um.. do you like it..?” He finally had to ask because Katsuki staying quiet only concerned him more.

“Deku.” Katsuki paused, then closed the book. He placed it down on the table and wrapped the other in a tight hug again. This time Katsuki turned his head and peppered kisses onto Izuku’s ear. “I’m so fucking lucky I have you.. I love you. Thank you. ”

That was all the confirmation Izuku needed and he set his arms around Katsuki then. “I love you too, Kacchan. Im happy you like it… Happy Birthday.”

anonymous asked:

Okay so... you said to bring more Langst prompts so... This kinda has Klance in it so plz don't hate, you don't have to put that in if you don't want to. So, Lance stays up late, he has been for quite a while. Lance cries about his insecurities so he doesn't get much sleep, sometimes none at all. It's been affecting his health and he starts having hallucinations of his family. He's usually late for training and eating. Keith gets angry and goes to scold Lance, only to find him screaming names.

I relate to this more than I should tbh

Lance washed off his facemask, not even surprised that it did nothing against the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. He was tired. He had been for the past week? Maybe month now. He lost track. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and started to get ready, only half assing his morning routine. He didn’t even register the comb through his hair, or putting his green jacket on. His mind was occupied. 

Why do I keep thinking about them? It was bad enough when I couldn’t see them anymore but now I see them everywhere. Lance attempted to push his family out of his mind. He loved them to death but he knew he needed to focus and not worry the team. 

-

Lance pushed the goo around his plate as he watch Allura speak, barely listening. Man am I tired. 

“Lance!” Allura slightly slammed her hand down on the table, causing the boy to jump and everyone to stare at him. “You need to focus. We have to make sure training goes perfectly today since we will be losing time creating alliances the rest of the week.” 

“Of course princess. Sorry I’m just really tired today.” Lance stifled a yawn. 

Allura stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing. “Training deck in 15.” She glided out of the room. 

-

Lance sprinted into the training deck, he knew he was late. 

“Lance, you’re late!” Coran said like it was the happiest thing in the world. Did anything bother him? 

“Sorry, I was….distracted.” Lance gave the team a wide grin and a forced laugh. When he saw that no one questioned him he exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Lance couldn’t tell the team the real reason he was late. He actually thought he saw his sister, ON THE CASTLE!! He saw her but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up to her. 

Allura enter the training deck. “Good we’re all here. Let’s begin. 

-

 They were split into groups. Pidge with Hunk, Shiro with Allura, and of course Keith with Lance. 

Lance seemed to be the only one struggling with hand to hand combat. He wanted to say it was because he never used he hands, however Hunk was doing just fine and he had a bigger gun than Lance. 

Lance tried to give Keith a run for his money but he was tired. His head was pounding and he kept getting lightheaded. His vision would sometimes get blurry and he could barely stand at moments. 

Needless to say, Lance was a very easy opponent for Keith. Keith would put him down in about 10 ticks every time. Lance could barely keep up, let alone keep standing up. 

Lance could feel the annoyance radiating off Keith, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to go to bed. 

After what felt like years Allura said that they were done. Lance listen to Shiro tell him what he needed to work on and he dragged himself back to his room. 

Lance barely got his armor off before he fell on his bed and passed out. 

-

Keith stomped towards Lance’s room, he was already pissed from training today. Lance didn’t even try to fight him, he was like a rag doll. Now Lance missed dinner? What was up with him recently. 

Keith stopped in front of Lance’s door, inhaled and knocked. 

No response. Come on Lance, I’m not in the mood for games.

Keith knocked louder. Still nothing. 

Keith was about to walk away, just because he was mad he still respected people’s privacy.

 Keith started to turn from the door when he heard something. Was that a whimper? Keith put his ear up to the door and listened. Yeah, those are definitely whimpers…..I’m sorry Lance. Keith opened the door. 

Keith stood outside the door and stared into the room. He saw Lance on his bed, thrashing around and whimpering. 

Keith stared wide eyed for a moment, then he walked towards Lance, making sure the door closed behind him. He stood a few inches away from Lance, his hands almost touching him. 

Lance looked horrible. He was shaking, and sweating. He was whimpering and saying names? Keith didn’t recognize any of the names. However he did recognize “Mama”. 

It didn’t take Keith long to figure out that Lance was talking about his family. He couldn’t watch it anymore, Keith reluctantly reached forwards and shook Lance. “Lance!”

 Lance flung his eyes opened and bolted forward nearly smacking into Keith in the process. 

Lance looked at keith and scurried to the opposite side of the bed and hugged his legs. “He-hey Keith. Time for dinner?”

Keith nodded and continued to stare at Lance. “Lance is everything alright?” Keith wanted to hug him, strange right, but he decided to stay where he was. 

“Yeah, of course! Just a dream.” Lance tried to laugh ot off but his voice was raw. 

“Lance, that wasn’t a dream. You can talk to me.” Keith sat on the edge of the bed hoping to calm Lance down.

Lance continued to stare at Keith, his breaths were coming fast and his shirt was soaked in sweat. Keith wouldn’t judge him…right? “I miss my family.” Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. 

“Well that’s okay we all miss someone from Earth.” Lance responded by shaking his head.

“No like this is different from usual. I’m seeing them, I saw my sister in the castle. Keith I’m losing it aren’t I?” Keith stared at Lance even more. 

He was hallucinating, okay.  “Lance I think you’re just tired.” Keith was trying to find and answer for Lance.   

“I can’t. I only slept because of how tired I was. Everytime I sleep I see my family. They’re disappointed in them, I left Earth and didn’t tell them. I never want to make my mama cry but every time I dream, she cries.” Lance’s breathing started to pick up. “And when I don’t sleep my brain is occupied with everything I do wrong. I’m a failed pilot. I’m a failed teammate. I’m a failed friend. I can’t do anything right.” Lance fought back tears as his voice wavered. 

Keith wasn’t sure what part got him but he crawled across the bed and hugged Lance as tight as he could. He slowly felt his shoulder become wet and shaky arms wrap around him. 

“Lance your parents are not disappointed in you. You’re not a failure. You just need to cope and get help. There is no shame in it. You can talk to me whenever you need.”

Lance tried not to shake but he started to tremble all over as he sobbed on Keith’s shoulder. “Thank you Keith.” 

-

Roughly 2 months had passed and Lance started to sleep better. He brain stopped voicing his insecurities and he saw less of his family. He trained better, and he pilots Blue better than ever. He did it because of one thing. Every night he would sleep next to a certain Red paladin and every time Lance had an issue, he was right there to help. 

I am terrible sorry this took so long. 

I love this idea! Also never apologize for Klance, it’s my life.

I hope you like it!!!

Thank you!

heard them singing for peace (in my confusion I still believe)

Whoo boy. This got longer than I thought it would be. It’s gotten to the point where, frankly, I can’t stand to look at it anymore. So here you go internet. Unbetad and with minimal editing.

Somewhat inspired by a @banrions post from last week. Specifically the post found here

(AO3 link located on top right part of blog)



Kara hears the grumbling before the man turns the corner.

It’s still not enough to prepare her for the sight of Snapper Carr pushing a shopping cart down the baking aisle of whatever grocery store she’s currently in.

(In her defense, she’s just come off a grueling weekend of non-stop chasing an escaped Fort Rozz prisoner across the desert. Powers nearly gone, she had only just managed to apprehend the criminal somewhere near the Mexican border four hours ago.

With the sun lamps still out of commission from a brawl that had broken out last week between a Yazz and a Jaqaan, Alex had begrudgingly agreed to let her go home after debriefing, on the condition that she take it easy for the next couple of days.

The DEO debriefing had ended sixty-nine minutes ago.)

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