anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^
“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels
but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.
you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.
“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.
“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.
“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”
you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter
“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own
“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated
next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.
“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.
“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter
“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt
“damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic
he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”
you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”
he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes
“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.
“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.
“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain
“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner
“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.
“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”
“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you
“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.
he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.
“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness
“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear
“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us
“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter
“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.
“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries
“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.
“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt
“mhm” you muse
in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.
you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive
you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.
“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly
“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.
you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.
you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.
“so was that a yes?” he asks
you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease
“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck
“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.
“fine fine!!” you giggle
“fine what?” he argues
“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly
“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”
he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”
Roman knew you were reaching your breaking point. As much as you tried to stay cool and collected under the gaze of his bedroom eyes, he could tell it was all an act. Being an upir had its advantages. One of them being how he could catch your eye and sense your body remembering every welcomed violation he performed on your pleasure deprived body only a few hours prior. He could hear your heart race and he could all but taste the blood rushing to his favorite spot between your thighs. He wanted you again the moment he watched you fall into euphoria in his arms.
YOU BETTER LISTEN CAUSE WE REALLY NEED TO TALK ABOUT EPISODE 6 OF ONE FINE DAY IN JAPAN AND HOW IT SHOWS BABY BOO’S PLACE IN THE GROUP
First off, right in the first few minutes of the episode, Seungkwan finds out he’s switching from the generally lighthearted dongsaeng team to the hyung team where absolute power has corrupted absolutely. It’s a dramatic change in dynamic, especially so since Seungkwan will immediately become the youngest member and likely made to do lots of menial grunt work. It demonstrates, however, that the hyung team really wants Seungkwan’s ability to be humorous and fun on the team, and that they believe he can turn the atmosphere into a more amusing one. From the start, they value Seungkwan’s ability to sense atmosphere and mood and help turn it to good.
Also in this episode, a little after, is the big “Seventeen Fight” on One Fine Day in Japan. Throughout the entire tense situation, Seungkwan stays very quiet but you can tell he’s super uncomfortable. He’s the last one of the hyung team to leave the room, looking back and forth as if he really wants to say something. He also tells Wonwoo, Jun and Woozi that he thinks Hoshi was much, much more upset than he was letting on and that he actually understands Hoshi’s point of view. But then Woozi says that Coups is probably angry too. Seungkwan knows that he’s new in this team, as well as the youngest, and that he can’t go up to Coups and say that he wants them to work it out. But you can tell he’s very unsettled by the entire situation. Luckily, Joshua and Jeonghan talk Coups around to the idea of talking it out with Hoshi and resolving the feelings instead of leaving them the way they were. Seungkwan stays quiet during that meeting, but as it progresses his body language starts to become more relaxed, looking around instead of staring blankly ahead and nodding in agreement and even cheering along at the end, and as the night progresses he eats snacks with the others and laughs and makes jokes as well. In this situation, Seungkwan demonstrated his emotional intuitiveness. He could tell Hoshi was actually much more angry than he seemed, and he was uncomfortable with the situation and even felt empathy over the “opposing” side’s anger. However, he also sensed the mood and atmosphere of the hyung team and immediately began to acclimate to his new position in the group. He knew he couldn’t take it to Coups right away, but I’ll bet if a day had passed or a few hours longer he would’ve taken some action, such as going to Jeonghan and asking Jeonghan to help bring Coups around.
Fast forward to the next morning! Jun has been chosen as the new leader, and he’s very uncertain of himself. He needs to wake the members up. We see Seungkwan with him, and either he woke Seungkwan first, or Seungkwan woke up and saw his uncertainty and decided to help. The first scenario would demonstrate Jun’s trust in Seungkwan to be able to ease his situation by helping him along the way and laughing at his jokes and offering encouragement, and the second scenario would demonstrate Seungkwan’s emotional intuition again. Either way, Seungkwan naturally falls in and starts subtly helping Jun along, making suggestions of what he should do. Then, as they get in the car, Coups makes a bit of a joking remark about Jun’s authority (”now that you’re captain you think you’re all that) which of course would’ve been humorous with any of the other captains who were playfully dictators. However, Seungkwan knows Jun’s uncertainty surrounding his leader-ly duties and immediately starts to reassure him (”you are all that, Jun. You’ve got this”) which is just passed off as Seungkwan flattering Jun but I think was a very sincere gesture to encourage and defend his spirits.
AND THEN, to top it off if that wasn’t enough, when Vernon wants to ride the snowboard instead of skis he immediately offers to switch with him even though originally he was one of the first to suggest they pick boards and raise his hands to vote and then even to jump up and down when they got boards. And even after making the sacrifice and he has a hard time skiing, he never once says that he wished he had done boarding instead. Even as much as starting to yell and cheer for DK when DK has to have help coming down and telling him that he’s doing a good job facing his fears so he isn’t distressed that he isn’t doing well.
Seungkwan in this episode demonstrates that he’s constantly paying attention to the mood of the members and doing whatever he can to help it. Sometimes that means letting Coups burn off his steam instead of going right away. Sometimes that means subtly giving Jun orders when Jun is the leader to help him feel like he isn’t lost and worthless. And sometimes it means direct sacrifice when he has something that both he and Vernon wants. Being in-tune emotionally to those around you is hard and tiring. It very often ends up becoming depressed and resentful towards yourself when you can’t resolve a situation and lift a mood and anxious because you feel like everyone else’s enjoyment of things has become your personal responsibility and if someone is in a bad mood it’s all your fault for not doing anything to stop them. However, Seungkwan manages his well and he works so, so hard to appreciate and love and help the other members when he can and knowing when he can’t and accepting that for what it is. Seungkwan’s personality is so important to the dynamic of Seventeen, to the kind spirit they maintain between members, to the harmony and enjoyment and humor of the group. But this episode also demonstrates that the members realize that, Jun accepts the help and maybe even asks Seungkwan for it and Coups and the other hyung members decide they want Seungkwan on their team because they can feel the gap his absence has made.
TL;DR, Seungkwan is a freakin gift and a sweetheart who always wants to help his members and his members are realizing this and you all should too and appreciate his big heart for everyone around him.
Talking with some punks on a recent trip my friend and I took to Europe and seeing pictures of punks around the world still using Doom patches, I was reminded that I live on the opposite side of the world from many of you, so you might have not heard the story, or might have heard a distorted one.
On April 16th, 2015 the band Doom was scheduled to perform in Santiago, Chile. Long story short, after the first two organizers failed, the responsibility for this concert was taken by event producers “La Fiskalia”, lead by Fernando Magno, a.k.a. El Marihuana, a skinhead known for putting together big mainstream punk shows and other massive “punk” festivals, often charging too much for the tickets and straight up beating people up who wouldn’t pay.
(Pictured above, el Marihuana, the night this happened)
They realized people were calling to avalanche the show on social networks (that is, forcing our way in, a very usual thing in my opinion, specially expensive mainstream shows) and changed the venue from a ground floor venue to a -3 floor one. If I’m not being clear, people had to go down three sets of spiral stairs to reach the stage.
The day came, and everyone was ecstatic. When I got there, I saw many faces I didn’t know, but also a lot of people who were friends, among them Fabian. This would be the last time I ever saw him. Before it all started, we were nervous, knowing who was organizing and the layout of the venue. At one point, a few cops walked through the crowd, which resulted in bottles being thrown at them and sparking the inevitable avalanche to get in the concert.
(Pictured above Fabian Gonzales, el Loco Fabi, el Aberrante)
I believe people managed to get to the -2 set of stairs before the security and organizers of the show would close the gates shut, making people pile up. Keep in mind, they were two floors underground, on a spiral staircase, piling up. These kids where also beat up with hard objects, sprayed with water and electroshocked, all while being piled up, unable to move or breathe.
Doom wasn’t even on stage when all of this happened, but local band Electrozombies were. They were told what was going on outside, and that there was probably somebody already dead in the scene. Still, they continued to play.
From where I was standing, still outside watching in confusion the mass of people before me, we all realized we had to back the fuck up, and star pulling people out. I will never know for sure, but I believe we saw the first dead kid being pulled out by el Marihuana himself, and left laying on the sidewalk after getting a really messy attempt at CPR. We started calling for ambulances (which took forever to get there, despite the main public hospital being literally 10 minutes away by foot). Two friends and I had to tend to another friend who was pulled out, literally had his life on our hands. When a paramedic reached us, we had to literally force him to get our friend on the ambulance.
(Pictured below, said friend’s injuries. First picture is of his shoulder, second of his hips)
When Doom got on stage, they were told in the language they speak, english, what had happened. For some reason, they kept playing. People who got inside before this all happened had no way of getting out, because the gate was still closed.
As a result, five people died, four of which had their ticket for the show. Their names are Fabian Gonzales, Ignacio Medina, Gaston Angladetti, Robert Rivas and Daniel Moraga. Ignacio was 17 years old.
Now, some of you might argue (just like local media did) that this was all because of people trying to get inside for free, causing the chaotic avalanche and resulting in this tragedy. But we were there, and no one would have died if organizers didn’t shut the gates, some deaths were the result of the beatings and electroshocks applied to them, while they were on the floor and water was poured on them. They shouldn’t have changed the venue, and only did so to ensure they got their money. Authorities shouldn’t have given permission for this concert to happen in this venue, specially because they knew it was a tough crowd, and similar incidents had already happened there when these people organised stuff. Everyone knew it. We knew what we were facing, but never imagined us or our friends could get killed. It could have been any of us.
Doom later released statements saying how they “still have nightmares” and how they were putting together solidarity shows for the victims’ families and what not. This might have been true, but they later told the families to drop the charges if they wanted to receive any money from them. Now, keep in mind none of us support prison or the justice system, but these were grieving families who had no other way of finding justice or closure. The amounts of money they were offering were also a joke to the families, as it was so little.
Later on, not only the spanish speaking spokesperson for Doom, but also el Marihuana and his band Curasbun kept making fun of the families through social media, treating them like shit, telling them their kids basically killed each other and Curasbun bragging about how they were still able to go on tour and vacation while the families where still fighting and grieving. This man, Fernando Magno, a.k.a. el Marihuana, has so much money and contacts that families believe he might have gotten the autopsies altered. He can pay the judge every time he wants to leave the country. He still organizes shows. He’s still making profit out of punk, two years after this happened, and dumbass airhead punks still go to his shows and festivals.
We as a “scene” came together like never before, and have gotten some of his shows cancelled. We started meeting up outside the venue lighting candles, taking our zines, patches and records, organizing our own shows (as we usually do) on the sidewalk that saw our friends die.Their families became our families. We stand with each other, and cry together if we have to. We will never forget what happened, and we will never stop being a pain in the ass for these people. If you want, you can do some research on this, but you will mostly find stuff in spanish. The boycott has spread as far as Mexico and other places.
(Pictured above, DIY show seven months after the tragedy, one of many)
We openly call boycott on Doom, local band Curasbun and Electrozombies and everyone related to them because of the way they handled the situation and made fun of the families. These people are not punks, they are just looking for profit. Please be aware, don’t ever forget to do things youself and with your friends, we don’t need and don’t want producers or big venues.
Was looking at houses to get an idea of what’s available in the area and had to share this gem
pretty nice exterior note the double garage
woah, some interesting interior decorating but nice room, looks spacious
is the kitchen carpeted? I’ve looked at this a lot and honestly can’t tell
pretty chill as far as bedrooms go and by far the most normal room in the house
bathroom looks ok
I know this has been super normal outside the 1960s/70s interior design but stick with me
big long room with glaring pink carpet. that’s not a mirror on the “back wall” like I thought at first, this room just goes. where one the house is this, I thought to myself
my lord, that’s a garage door. they converted their garage and remodeled but KEPT THE DOOR to open to the outside from their sitting/entertainment room
that’s not all, let’s check out the basement
good lord. just take a moment to take it all in. decor again not updated since 1970 (this house was originally built in 1969). the teddy bears on the couch. that weird game in the foreground which I’ve never seen before. sombreros on the walls the FULLY stocked bar. like so fully stocked…
and just to top it all off, the room that utterly horrified me,
A/N: This was inspired by an episode of Game of Thrones, enjoy!
“I can’t believe you did that!” You shouted as your friends
roared with laughter around you.
Harry was hosting a small dinner party for his close friends
which, of course, included you.
You had only known him for a short amount of time, maybe six
months or so. You had met at a birthday party of his hair stylist, Lou, who
also happened to be your boss at BLEACH. Admittedly, you were a little intimidated
at first, but that soon subsided when you realized just how sweet he really
was. You had your fair share of celebrity clients at the salon, but being around
them so often still took some getting used too.
Nick, a mutual friend of both you and Harry, had just
finished telling an absurd story about the first festival he had attended which
included sex, drugs, and rock n roll.
“Swear to it.” Nick held his hands up in surrender.
“You’re absolutely fucking insane.” Harry quipped up as he
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twelve
Summary: You fly out for Asylum and meet up with the rest of the cast, only to find out that you have to do your first ever solo panel in front of two thousand fans Words: 4.4k (+ tweets) Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Kim, Briana, Danneel, Jensen, JJ Warnings: smut-ish phone calls, mild angst, fluff Beta: @blacksiren
Could you do a Tylerxreader where teamiplier is doing an icebath challenge, and when it’s readers turn something goes wrong with the camera and they need to take a timeout to fix it, but reader is already in the bath like oh well and has no self preservation. So team goes to fix it while she chills (ha) in the bath, and it takes longer than they thought. So when they come back, reader isn’t near death, but definitely has hypothermia, and everyone’s like oh shit get out. Cue Tyler being the hero!
Warnings: none? swearing? fluffy heck?
“Guess who’s turn it is~!”
“I already went-” Mark laughed.
(Y/n) flickered her eyes around the faces closest to her, also letting them pierce the camera’s lens.
“I have balls of steel!” she declared, pulling a funny face. She flexed her arms and channeled a low voice “I will fight this challenge.”
“Please don’t.” commented her knight, offering (Y/n) a kind stare.
The girl threw at him a dopey smile, blowing the tall male a kiss. Tyler ony rolled his blue eyes, and hushed himself from smiling. Instead, he narrowed his gaze at his girlfriend.
“And here we see a front line nurse leaving her husband to serve in World War Two. Nineteen forty- colourized.” joked Ethan, hauling up the camera to meet (Y/n)’s face which looked absolutely devastated. The girl walked slowly backward- away from Tyler and to the tub.
“Remember mE-!” (Y/n) shrieked, dropping a bit of her foot below the water’s surface.
The boys laughed, almost masking (Y/n)’s comment of how the temperature didn’t actually bother her much. Hastily, she submerged herself- propping up her arms lazily on the edges of the bath with her legs crossed.
“I fully expected her to scream.” admitted Mark. Tyler giggled before Ethan spoke up in shamefully confusion.
“Mark, the camera keeps glitching… still. Do you want to switch it to the one in the studio?”
Mark double glanced at the blue haired male and nodded “Yeah. Before we start reading off the questions; that’d be smart”
As the trio pooled around the door, Ethan didn’t forget to ask (Y/n) if she was okay with them leaving for ‘like three seconds’. She said:
“Yeah, I’m totally okay with that- this shit is relaxing.”
The group thought of her as being sarcastic and offering up a joke- they promised the girl they’d be quick and pushed themselves out of the bathroom.
(Y/n) chuckled thickly, looking back ahead of her. The painted wall sent her blank stares.
Alone, she sighed, dipping lower into the liquid. (Y/n) gently shut her eyelids, absorbing the cool caress of the water from around her. She knew she wasn’t joking- this was extremely relaxing. Having idle ice cubes tickle past her clothed and not clothed skin.
The soft noises of a grandfather clock hummed about, showing endless support. Time skipped past her mind in a rush.
They were taking a while.
With blocked vision, (Y/n) couldn’t see how pale her skin was getting. Or how it was beginning to cascade quaint blue on all ends.
They were taking a while.
Looks like she couldn’t feel it.
“Okay- okay, we have the better camera.” finally called Ethan, re entering the restroom; his friends following.
“Wait, (Y/n)- (Y/n)!”
Mellowdramatic whines charmed the walls, conveying certain concern for the girl in the ceramic tub. She opening her eyes to their words.
“Que?” she jokes, lifting her head briefly.
“Get out of the fucking water-!” the shorter brunette demanded dumbly, on the stand of laughing.
“But we have the shit to–” (Y/n) came to her own defence.
Futile, though, her words were. They were physically cut short by a literal chest.
Tyler had wasted little to no time with words- knowing it only to be an effort that would have gone unrecognized. He had, in a more literal sense, swept (Y/n) off her ass.
Plucking her from the cold fluids, all at once she rested easy; cradled in Tyler’s arms. The course of action was quick, and sweet.
“Ty?” (Y/n) inquired, allowing herself to be held. The boy walked, with the girl as his cargo, over away from the bath. They watched when Ethan and Mark spilled giggles, making quick work of setting up the camera.
The broken camera laid somewhere upon the counters.
“Yeah?” responded Tyler, gripping his arms tighter.
“Can’t you give me like a blanket or something? If it’s really this bad.”
“I think this is fine.” Tyler stated.
“I can warm you on my own.”
That phrase did a jolly good job at silencing (Y/n).
“So stop being stupid and let me~” the male laughed. Funnily, he buried his warm face in the bend of (Y/n)’s stomach. At least he knew he was blushing- the sudden heat residing in his cheeks was harnessed to his advantage.
She couldn’t see it, similar to her own colour, but Tyler and herself were contrasting. Blue to red.
The sound of a snapshot rang clear. It was pointed in the couple’s general direction.
“This camera maybe can’t record, but it can take wicked photos!” Ethan cheered.
The girl of blue and man clad with red positioned in the photo bleed playful joy. Perfect hero for a dumb would be travesty.
So in hype and
celebration for Turf wars. I wanted to take the moment, years later and finally
talk about my opinions on Korrasami. Given the blog, I imagine you can figure
out what I think lol. But I don’t think I’ve actually ever talked about it all
that much, since this blog usually just focuses on Asami. But I like talking about this show and I’ve been sitting on this aspect for while. So many people, more
intuitive or smarter have offered their reasoning’s, and I don’t really think I’m
about to add anything earth shattering. But I’ve been mulling it all over in my
head for years now, and I’ve come to a lot of different points with a lot of
different emotions, as I really tried to understand why it struck me the way it
did, and why I still care about it which is something I can’t say for like any
other fictional romance. And I think I’ve figured it out, at least for me. It
hit me, that it resonated so strongly, cause it was the most like real
relationships I’ve, and I think many other people have had. Minus walking into a spirit portal, lol.
To start off, I think I should
tell my shipping story. Never had I shipped before, well maybe a little but I didn’t
know it was called that. Haven’t really shipped all that much since either. I
enjoy romance but it’s not the major factor for me liking pretty much anything.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. So I can’t claim I was on this boat since day
one. Like I said, it was just something I rarely think about when watching a
show. The moment that made me think about it, and start this crazy ship
obsession was in the beginning of season 3.
I can tell you my exact
thoughts when watching this scene. “Huh, they actually have really good
chemistry.” Like they seemed to talk really easily to each other, the dialogue
felt very natural and their laughter felt genuine to me. That’s when I got my
boarding ticket. Cause watching that, I realized how utterly rare it was for me
to think that. This is by no means a brag lol, but I have wasted a stupid
amount of my waking life taking in stories. And I mean a lot of them. And I can
think of precious few, if anyway, where I thought there was any chemistry. It’s
why I was so disinterested in romance. Cause I’d seen hundreds of movies and
shows where the leads had no connection whatsoever. No bonding moment, no
casual conversation, no mutual interest or similar senses of humor. No REAL
moments. Most of the time, they fall in live cause both are attractive and both
are lead characters, and there’s usually little else there. And, most noticeable
of all, is that it’s usually a pair of characters who’ve known each other for a
day. A week at most. There’s no bonding usually cause there’s no time to. And that’s why I think chemistry is a major failing in many things. There’s no time to form it. And if you don’t believe the characters really like each other on personal level then why care?
So when I see people say
Korrasami was rushed? I couldn’t disagree more. In fact to me it’s basically
the least rushed romance I’ve ever watched. And to me, it doesn’t matter what “lens”
your watching from. How can it be rushed? It’s two good friends, realizing they
have had feelings grow for each other over the course of three years. Rushed?
That’s more realistic than almost any romance I’ve ever seen. Cause it didn’t
start right away. And so now we go into the personal talk. Almost every date,
and romance I personally have had, has been with someone I was friends with for
years before. We grew to like each other. We didn’t just lock eyes in a
carnival one day and realize love was in the air. There was no whacky circumstance or embarrassing meet cute. It was hey, I know I like
you. But wow I think I might realllly like you. The romance came from how well I knew
them, how at ease I was with them, how we knew each other well enough that we
could almost always make the other one laugh, and that we could talk to each other about whatever in our lives was difficult or painful. Someone to trust enough to confide our rawest emotions in. That is something I think most media is sorely lacking. It is for this reason, I think
korrasami hit me so hard. And it’s why I think it’s brilliant, and one of the
best romances I’ve ever watched. And it doesn’t hurt that they’re adorkable.
I can’t speak for
everyone. But I get the sense there’s at least many relationships that start
the same way, and they’re really unrepresented in media. (Not the only
unrepresented thing that korrasami represents) Through the series, the two grow
closer and closer. Korra was stand offish at first, but Asami basically tried her
best to make friends right from the start. And then the rest of season one,
they’re friends, if not the closest kind. By season two, it’s clear the gang
has spent more time together. And it’s also clear there’s not that much
weirdness between them cause of the whole love triangle thing. Asami helps the
southern water tribe, and by extension supports Korra, basically the whole
season. Going through dangerous situations and dark times is a quick way to
form trust with those around you. And it’s clear that they do trust each other
by then. One never questioning the capabilities of the other. Then season 3
happens, and it’s clear, they’re close friends by now. They spend time
together, just between them. They confide in each other, they offer
encouragement, and joke around with each other. In fact one of my favorite moments is after the press conference, when Korra is feeling powerless and Asami says she’ll work out a solution. Moving on, they have to put their trust in
each other when they’re captured by the earth kingdom, and both observe the
strengths of the other, protect each other. Everything becomes a stepping stone
the two used to get closer and closer. Every experience is working to build a stronger
bond. That’s life isn’t it?
The ending of season 3 hit it home. Showing how the two’s relationship was changing. Asami offering support, that she’d always be there. She grew to care for Korra more than just in a friendly way by then. By the time we get to
season four, we know Korra only felt comfortable confiding in Asami, and we
know Asami was willing to drop a lot in her own life to go with Korra to help
her heal. And the rest is history. When
the two sit together at the end, just to talk and catch their breaths. They’ve
know each other for a long time. Been through a lot together as friends. Then
both reach the point where they open up completely, and admit their feelings
for each other. Feelings they didn’t have right away, cause that’s not how intimacy
works. At least in my mind. Rushed? Even if by accident, this to me was one of
the most methodically set up romances I’ve seen.
They had to work through
misgivings, and trials. Get to know each other, realize they cared enough to
support the other. Korrasami is one of the most real pairings I’ve ever
experienced. They didn’t meet in a bar, and hit it off. They didn’t get struck
by love at first sight. And they didn’t get intimate first, then work out the relationship afterwards like it was an afterthought. They both grew, both figuring out themselves along the
way. And at some point, friendship blossomed into something else. We as the audience
were allowed to watch them grow, follow their struggles and softer moments.
Instead of asking us to care about the characters because of romance, we got to
care about the romance because of the characters.
And this is all before we
even touch on the issue of bisexual representation, or woc representation. In that regard, this show is leagues beyond hollywood or mainstream tv. The representation is utterly important today as it was when the
show ended. Getting to see that in a show so many cared about, with characters
they loved, is one of the most amazing things that’s happened in the world of
fiction. And the impact that had for so many, can never be diminished. You can
watch reaction videos to the finale, or read the millions of words written
about the paring to see that. Some days I still can’t get over the fact that the show existed. In a way I kind of now hold it as the standard in this regard, and it is not a standard that is just not met. I know I’m not the only one who can say it helped
through difficult times. It helped with my own relationships, and showed me
that it’s not weird to not fall in love right away. That it’s okay to grow your
connections, and that if feelings do arise, that it’s okay to talk about it. That sometimes the pace of love is slower, and that there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. And if I can throw some shade, that is not a message or sentiment that’s thrown around nearly enough.
Another quick point, is that both Korra and Asami are characters who have suffered and been through a lot. More than life’s fair share, and both carry those wounds with them. But now, they don’t have to carry them alone. That’s another essay though, so I’ll just leave it at this. It’s a hopeful message to show that you can get through trauma on your own, but that you don’t have to.
Korra and Asami grow to
be so incredibly at ease with each other. They never once belittle the other
for actions or feelings. They never asked the other push themselves to where
they were uncomfortable. They supported each other almost implicitly, had each other’s
backs at great risk to themselves no matter the odds or threats. It would be
hard to think that two women as passionate and empathetic as they are wouldn’t start falling in love. Their bond of respect and
trust is a foundation any relationship would be better off for having. That’s
why I think Korrasami works. Trust and respect, and those are two things many
romances don’t have nearly often enough. Healthy, and supportive and mutual relationships
like this are to me the peak of what a relationship should be in any work of
fiction, and it is why I have been affected far more by this than I have any other romance. I am so glad, that it helped and impacted the lives of so many people, and that so many in
general saw it. I hope it can impact the next generation too, to look back and
remember it. And I can’t wait to see these two incredible women’s love continue
to be expanded and to grow in turf wars. Hopefully in the next few weeks we can
all cry tears of joy together! Keep on loving these two dorks! And never forget together, Korra and Asami are happy.
Charles was a wreck. Buried under blankets and fast asleep, his bed was covered in used up tissues. The top of his forehead peeked out from under the covers and his nose looked red. He was wearing that ratty old Oxford t shirt of his and sprawled on his chest was a copy of Utopia. Charles’ abysmal taste in literature shouldn’t have been so endearing. It absolutely was.
Erik sat down in the chair next to Charles’ bed and reached for his hand. It felt warm and feverish. His pulse was unsteady, worryingly so. Erik traced the lines of his hand and reassured himself that nothing was going to take Charles away from him. Not after everything. He held his hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm.
“I won’t lose you, not like this. Get up, you stubborn old fool.”
Some one knocked hesitantly and Erik turned around. Beast was standing in the doorway and he looked very uncomfortable. His eyes shifted to their hands.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever this is.”
He didn’t sound sorry at all and Erik didn’t give a damn. He glared at him.
“You should have called me sooner.”
“I wouldn’t have called you at all if it were up to me. Charles asked for you.”
“That’s because I’m wanted here. Unlike you.”
“He’s been like this for a week, if you’re not going to help then get out.”
Erik laid one last kiss on Charles’ hand knowing full well how uncomfortable it made Beast. Good.
“I’ll be back in a moment, dear. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”
When Charles woke up his room was filled with daisies. Metal daisies. The ones to his left looked suspiciously like his staircase bannisters. They were beautiful and delicate. They seemed to burst with life and joy. Hope.
Charles smiled. After all these years, Erik never ceased to surprise him.
The door to his room opened and Erik entered carrying a metal tray filled with food. He froze when he realized that Charles was awake. He had been caught doing something thoughtful and now he’d never live it down.
As if to undermine the sweetness of the gesture, he closed the door behind him forcefully to shut out any impertinent people disturbing Charles’ rest. The fact that he was disturbing Charles’ rest didn’t seem to bother him at all.
“Here. Eat.” he placed the metal tray down on the bed and upon closer observation it was a bit of everything. Pumpernickel bread and warm butter. Apple slices. Earl grey tea. Best of all, was the soup. Good lord, it was heavenly. Hearty, warmth and soothing. It seeped into all the crevices of his soul. Charles was going to marry Erik and then divorce him for the soup.
His throat was swollen and he could barely speak but luckily he had other ways of communicating.
where did you get this?
Erik looked anywhere but at Charles.
“It’s my mother’s recipe actually. Rosoe. She used to make it for me.”
Just when he thought he couldn’t adore him any more he’d go and do something like this.
Charles sent him a wave of gratitude and understanding mixed with the ever present fondness that belonged solely to Erik.
Erik smiled in that uncertain way of his. He still didn’t trust happiness, not even after all this time.
Well that just wouldn’t do at all.
He put on his best come hither face. It may have been more effective if he hadn’t sneezed.
Erik laughed, which is all he really wanted in the first place. The man had such a dear laugh.
“Insatiable as ever.”
sit with me
Erik eventually gave in. Charles looked unbearably smug about it. It was a good look on him. No one had the right to look that good when they were ill, it was unbelievable. Unbearable and unbelievable. Just like everything else about him. He couldn’t wait to kiss the smugness off him. A hundred times. A thousand.
Erik cleared a path for himself amidst the pile of tissues, cough drops and scattered books. Took his rightful place on the left side of the bed. He belonged here.
The irritating smile had turned into something gentle and content. Charles knew it too.
If Erik held onto his hand more tightly than usual neither of them mentioned it.
The thing is he could really lay claim to anything. Not to Charles or his bed. Not to any part of him. Not so long as he was Magneto. Charles welcomed him into his home but he could never stay. Never tell him the words that had been burning up in his chest since 1964.
So they lived like this. No man’s land.
“We can’t keep doing this you know. Sneaking around.”
Charles hummed thoughtfully and sipped his tea.
“I can’t climb up your balcony anymore, I have arthritis. Someone is bound to notice one of these days.”
darling, you have many fine qualities but subtlety is not among them.
Erik sat up abruptly.
“All of them?”
every last one. especially after this morning.
Erik glared in a valiant attempt to conceal his anxiety.
“You were supposed to be asleep.”
taking advantage of me in my weakened state? how thrilling
“You are hardly an invalid and it was merely a kiss. On your hand, need I remind you.”
yes, very gallant and very chaste. very disappointing. next time you should kiss me on my-
Charles smiled at him and it was the sun coming up in the morning. It was beautiful. It was the most obnoxious thing he had ever seen in his life. Erik kissed him.
you’ll get sick
“Kiss me back this instant or I swear to god I’ll steal all your cough syrup.”
Charles obliged. Quickly and with enthusiasm.
For the sake of the cough syrup.
Having thoroughly conquered that smug smile, Erik pulled back with a smug smile of his own. Charles looked dazed and delighted. His best look yet. There was another look Erik was partial to but he’d wait until the fever had passed.
He held Charles tightly against his chest. In sickness and in health and all that. Erik really wouldn’t know he had never bothered with that sort of thing. Perhaps he should.
“I think I like you like this.”
don’t be disgusting, i’m a mess
“You.” He punctuated the word with a kiss.“are the most beautiful goddamn person I have ever seen. You are the best person I have ever met. I don’t give a damn about your cold, you absolute idiot.”
that was -
Erik shifted uncomfortably. There was a reason he prefered not to express himself. Ever.
“That was something.”
Yes. Yes, you certainly are something.
The intimacy of the moment was almost intolerable. He had to act quickly before he did something foolish. Run. Move to Barcelona. Propose.
“Right well. Is there anything else you need?”
Charles held onto him tighter as if he knew what he was thinking.
WARNING: Death, blood, and a sick mind ahead with psychopaths
Jeon Jungkook was many things.
He was dangerous. He was mad and psychotic. He was a man whore. He would even admit he was a pervert but only for you.
But one thing he would never call himself was a coward.
It was because he hated cowardly people who ran and hid away from their problems. Just looking at people like that made Jungkook irritated, his body itching to move to stop them from breathing.
And that was exactly what he wanted to do at that moment.
His eyes narrowed behind his suffocating bunny mask as he eyed the scene in front of him, Young-Min’s voice sounding like an annoying buzz from a pesky bug.
Five guards on the second floor, all of them standing around him as his loyal dogs….
Jungkook clicked his tongue in annoyance, a low growl escaping his lips. Young-Min was a fucking coward who hid behind his guards acting all high and mighty while he himself wasn’t much and that was getting on Jungkook’s nerves.
You, who stood beside him obviously heard the noise he released, tilting your head slightly up to look at him in question.
“What?” You whispered, your red lips pulling into a small frown, not understanding Jungkook’s strange behavior.
Jungkook responded with a small cough, “Nothing, it’s just going to be more difficult than what I expected,” he mumbled as he lazily placed a hand at your waist, tugging you closer to him.
Your fingers quickly found Jungkook’s hand, giving the skin there a warning pinch, telling him to behave with his sly advances. The brat was taking full advantage of your couple act and you were fully aware of it.
The two of you returned your attention back to Young-Min as the man spoke to the crowd.
“I’ve prepared food as well as drinks for you all and I certainly hope you enjoy them! I’ve also prepared rooms upstairs with ladies and gentlemen if any of you have come tonight without a partner. They will take care of your every need, so do not hesitate on using them!” Young-min released a booming laugh as if his statement was an amusing joke.
You, on the other hand, felt disgusted from the bottom of your stomach, your nose scrunching behind your mask.
Young-Min was truly the fucking lowest of the low. His statement revealing to you that he also had control over human trafficking either for slavery or prostitution. Or maybe even both.
“Oh, if Taehyung was here, he might have taken the offers up…” Jungkook’s low joke made you lightly slap his arm in disapproval, making the man laugh at your reaction.
Your eyes moved back to Young-Min, the man ending his speech, “Although I would love to greet you all and keep you all company, I have some urgent plans tonight,” you held back a gag as the man eyed the two women hanging off his arm, a sly smile on his lips.
Stupid, perverted old man…..
The two women giggled as they played with the man’s suit, ignoring how they had more than a hundred people’s eyes on them.
“Enjoy the night, you all deserve it.”
“Long live S.M.!”
Neither you nor Jungkook joined in on the cheer, stoically watching as the man disappeared from the scene, taking his two companions as well as his bodyguards with him.
A/N: Long as hell. Sad as hell. Feat. Good Friend! Monty
Named after: ‘House M.D.’ good show
“Right now she’s in a medically induced coma. We’re tending to her head trauma…” the doctor tells him.
Jeff tunes out the rest of doctors explanation, unable to listen any longer. He wishes he was deaf so he couldn’t listen any longer.
You were here too, in the emergency room. You were the subject the doctor was going on about. In critical condition. You flew through the windshield during the crash and ended up way worse than Jeff.
He suffered a fair share of injuries from the accident. He fractured a few ribs, his legs were cut and bruised but overall okay, his wrist for sure was gone and there was no way he’d be able to play this season but he wasn’t thinking about that right now. The doctor said he was very lucky, but he felt far from it.
His nose was broken and the tears that fell from his eyes mixed with the blood dripping from his nostrils. He looked, like a character from a Tarantino movie to say the least.
“Can I see her?” He pleaded, voice cracking in those simple four words.
“I’m sorry Mr. Atkins, we can only let immediate family see her at this-”
“PLEASE” Jeff wailed. It was his fault you were even in this situation and now he couldn’t see you.
It’s his mom’s hand that fits into his, squeezing lightly both in solidarity and in trying to get him to let doctors tend to his more superficial wounds.
“Sir, you have four fractured ribs. You need to remain calm as you could puncture a lung. She should be stabilized by Tuesday, in which we would bring her out of the coma…and you can see her then. I’m sorry.” The Doctor said before turning on his heel and walking away.
The sound of the emergency room was deafening to Jeff’s ears. He wanted to leave. He couldn’t bare to look at your mother’s tear filled eyes through the glass. Couldn’t handle it when your father asked him if he was okay.
“Mijo, look at me.” His mother whispered softly to him.
And Jeff turned to greet the woman with whom he shared the same eyes.
“It’s not your fault”
Jeff broke down into his mother’s arms. He was bawling now, with no reservations about embarrassing himself. He wept into her shoulder, staining the fabric of her shirt with tears, blood, and snot.
When your mom left your side to go comfort the boy, all he could bring himself to say was “I’m sorry”. It fell from his lips over, and over, and over again as though they were the only words he knew.
She nodded, understanding his pain. She hugged him lightly, invited him to come back, whenever he wanted, told him once again that it wasn’t his fault, and returned to her daughter.
Monday, Jeff stayed home from school. He cried all day, refusing his mothers meals, refusing to get out of bed. He ignored his phone altogether. He didn’t want anything but to see you
On Tuesday, however, his mother insisted he go to school first, before seeing you. He nodded absentmindedly, getting into the passenger seat with no intention of retaining anything. He went through the motions that day, not so much as uttering a word. Not even to Clay, who waited at his side patiently. Not pressuring him to do or say anything.
When lunch came he didn’t bother to grab anything. He sat with the people he called his friends and barely smiled when Clay dropped off a milkshake in front of him.
“I picked it up on my way to school. I figured you would need it. Sorry,…it’s a bit warm now.” Clay empathized with the boy.
Jeff nodded graciously before pushing it away from him. Guilt wouldn’t describe what he felt he was going through. He might as well have killed you himself.
You told him you didn’t want him to go. You pleaded with him to stay at the party with you. He, was the one who talked you into coming with him. He, was the one who kissed your neck until you said yes. He, was the one who was playing with your seatbelt in an attempt to get you to lighten up. He, was the one that drove straight into the intersection. He, was the one that put you in a coma.
“Atkins, dude, relax. It’s not like you shot her.” A voice said.
When Jeff looked up at Bryce, he swore he was seeing red. He nearly leaped across the table to beat the shit out of the catcher of the baseball team.
He ignored the screams of the cheerleaders, the yells of his teammates and fellow athletes. He ignored the noise around him and focused on connecting his singular fist with Bryce’s face.
It was Montgomery who held him dragged him off of Bryce. Who basically, carried him kicking and screaming out of the cafeteria. Who shook his head at Mr.Porter as if to say ‘not now’.
“Jeez, Atkins you look like me out there” Monty offered as a joke. He laughed to himself, hoping to hear his teammates voice again.
He could tell Jeff was moments from crying and he had never seen his friend such a wreck…he didn’t want to. Jeff was the only person who checked on the victim of his latest brawl and then came to see how he was holding up. After scolding him of course. He was happy to return the favor in any way.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Monty suggested.
Jeff nodded in response while he paced his breathing.
“Alright great. You wait here. I’m going to grab your stuff. We’ll go anywhere you want.”
When Monty left, Jeff checked his phone.
Your parents had texted him, letting him know you were up and asking about him, inviting him to visit. Letting him know they’d be back in an hour. Your mother hadn’t eaten in the two days and your father pulled her away to a lunch.
He crumbled underneath the weight of his own sadness. His letterman slid against the lockers in the hall as he collapsed.
He cried there in the hallway, his sobs echoing off of the posters on the walls. The thud of his backpack falling at his side couldn’t interrupt his outburst.
“No, no, c'mon big guy. You know I can’t handle feelings” his right hand fretted.
He pulled Jeff up, throwing the boy’s backpack over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around the boy’s waist avoiding his sling.
“Don’t worry Captain, I got you.” He confided.
Montgomery, surprisingly of all people, was his crutch. The two boys made their way out of school and into the parking lot. Into Monty’s car where Jeff politely asked to go see you. On route to the hospital, you laid in.
When Jeff sobered up. Wiping away his tears, he realized they were there. He looked over at his teammate, his friend, eternally grateful.
“Monty-” he started.
“Don’t, Atkins. You’re there for me…always. I’m just returning the favor.” Monty stressed.
“…Also, I can’t go in there with you Cap. Hospitals freak me out. I’ll wait though.” He confided.
Jeff smiled for the first time in three days. He smiled, a brief, but genuine smile as he got out the car.
He walked into the sickly, sterile building slowly, decisively. Turning into the sign in office he looked around, wondering what the hell he could say to you to even make a dent in an apology.
“Can I help you, sir?” The receptionist questioned.
Jeff snapped out of his thoughts, nodding quickly.
“Yes, can I- is Y/N Y/L/N, taking visitors?” He stumbled over even the simplest of questions.
“Yes, she is, just sign-in here. Then I’ll buzz you in.”
Jeff scribbled an illegible mess and pulled at the door eager to see you. He looked back at the nurse and she met him with a sympathetic gaze before pushing the buttons that opened it for him.
“Room 361C!” She called out after him.
Jeff felt his legs go weak underneath him. He wasn’t ready to face his biggest regret. Betraying him, his two feet carried to the elevator. One foot in front of the other. Straight to your door.
His hand held at the door handle for what felt like forever. Just like his feet, his hand betrayed him. He opened the door, pushing through his pain.
You smiled at him weakly from your bed.
“Took you long enough” you whispered to him.
Jeff looked a wreck if you were honest with yourself. Your normally playful, overconfident boyfriend had bags under his bloodshot eyes. He looked paler compared to his usually tanned skin and you could’ve guessed that like your mother he hadn’t eaten in days.
Tears fell, once again, from Jeff’s eyes when he took you in. Laying in your bed. Tubes linked everywhere on your body, the monitor of your heartbeat drumming in his ears as if to mock him.
“I’m- I-” Jeff croaked out.
“Jeff…” you pleaded with him.
“I’m so sorry…It’s all my fault”
Every sentence, every apology he poured out, dripped with guilt. Jeff was rambling now, and his voice faded in and out.
You used what strength you could to outstretch your hand to him.
Your eyes closed and opened again, fighting to focus in on your boyfriend.
“Listen to me. It was not. your. fault.” You enunciated for emphasis.
You kept going as Jeff’s mouth opened to continue.
“My mom said a stop sign was knocked down, we didn’t stand a chance”
“I shouldn’t have-”
“I wouldn’t have let you-”
“Stop it! Stop. Please.”
You paused. Letting him take a moment.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can never forgive myself for what happened and I don’t expect you to but-”
He stopped. Glancing away from you.
“I promise once you’re out of here. If you’ll have me…I’ll never, ever leave your side.”
Your eyes shut involuntarily as he poured his heart out to you.
“Or- or- you’ll never see me again. If that’s what you want.” He offered in exchange, panicking you were turning him down.
You shook your head to the latter statement and mumbled “Stay with me” as you went under once again.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jeff is nodding and yelling out for the nurse thinking he was going to lose you.
The doctors pushed him out as they tended to you. He waited there in that hallway until they were done. Waited with your parents when they returned.
He was there when you woke up again, when you went home, when you went back to school. True to his word he stuck to you like glue, not letting you so much as lift a finger.
And you held onto the baseball player just as hard. You forgave him every time he offered up an unnecessary apology. Wiped his tears when he cried at the sight of your bruises.
The two of you were inseparable. Just like before that night.
Nikola Tesla was an inventor, discoverer, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer, theoretical and experimental physicist, mathematician, futurist and humanitarian. He is responsible for over ninety percent of the transmission of electrical power the world relies on today thanks to his discovery of the rotating magnetic field. The inventor utilized this discovery in his invention and patent of the first commutatorless alternating current induction motor which changed the future of power transmission. All electrical technology using or generating alternating current today is due to Tesla, without which all our trolley cars, electric vehicles, subways, manufacturing/industrial plants and electrified power lines, which bring power to almost every single electrical appliance/equipment in our homes/work, would be impossible.
Tesla was a Serbian born on July 10, 1856 at midnight in Smiljan, Lika (in what is now Croatia). He was educated at an early age by his parents before attending the Gymnasium Karlovac in Croatia, the Polytechnic Institute in Graz, Austria; and the University of Prague excelling in linguistics, mathematics and sciences. He was a hyper-polyglot who could speak eight languages including: Serbo-Croatian, English, Czech, French, German, Hungarian, Italian, and Latin. He claimed to have had a three-dimensional memory and thought process that tormented him in his youth, but later aided him with building his inventions in his own mind without wasting any physical energy. He was known to be able to recite by heart full books, mathematical formulas and poetry such as Goethe’s “Faust,” Njegoš’ “The Mountain Wreath,” Dante’s “Divine Comedy,” Shakespeare’s “Hamlet,” Byron’s “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,” and Pushkin’s “Eugene Onegin.”
In 1881 while walking with a friend in a City Park reciting Goethe’s “Faust,” Tesla first envisioned the rotating magnetic field and his induction motor– complete, perfect, and operable in form. This visualization would represent the same diagrams shown in a lecture given before the American Institute of Electrical Engineers in 1888.
After his revelation, in 1882, Tesla’s began working for a telephone company in Europe, while he worked independently on his induction motor. In 1884, he moved to America in hopes of capitalizing on his new discovery. Initially, Tesla was hired by Thomas Edison, but the famous American inventor was not interested in Tesla’s alternating current system, due to his already strong interest in direct current power transmission. Tesla would continue working for Edison until Edison promised him $50,000 to make improvements on his DC generation plants. After completing the task, Tesla asked to be paid, but Edison denied him his offer and explained that the offer of $50,000 was just an “American joke.” Edison offered Tesla a small raise, but Tesla resigned instead.
After his fallout with Edison, Tesla was offered his own lighting company by some small investors, but unfortunately, they were also not interested in Tesla’s alternating current system. Tesla would invent a new and efficient arc lamp for the company, but would be forced out of the business after completing his work. This was a bitter blow to the young Serbian who resorted to digging ditches for $2 an hour in order to get by in a new country.
Tesla’s luck would soon change in 1887, after he received a chance to demonstrate his system of alternating currents to some financiers with his famous “Egg of Columbus” demonstration. This great event would lead to the filing of his Alternating Current Poly-phase Induction Motor patent. This opened a wide door for the introduction and commercial development of alternating current motors.
Tesla pushed forward building apparatuses equal in productivity to DC motors, forcing the scientific community to recognize his work. Because of this work, in May of 1888, a publication of Tesla’s work was read before the American Institutes of Electrical Engineers. Prior to Tesla’s invention, it was considered impossible to eliminate the brushes and commutators on the old motors, but the introduction of Tesla’s new electrical theory and practice was an obvious departure from the old into the new. It was completely revolutionary yet so simple. The introduction of his new patent would spark a strong interest in American entrepreneur, George Westinghouse, who would later buy Tesla’s patents, and throw all his resources into the development of Tesla’s work. This new industry in power transmission would eventually start a feud between the Westinghouse Company and Thomas Edison’s General Electric Company–known as the “War of Currents" (AC/DC)…
all the ‘true love’s crit’ posts that i’ve seen have forgotten one of the most important true love’s crits in critical role, grog/nat 20 intelligence or perception check on someone else’s question
which happens whenever someone asks if they can do an intelligence/perception check and travis jokingly asks if he can do one too, and then the person who asked initially rolls like a four and travis gets a nat 20
and so grog gets to be the one who remembers/notices something important, and the rest of the group is proud of him and travis/grog gets all puffed up and smiley and he’s so proud of himself for confirming that he’s smart
Requested by anon: “Voltron request? Shiro taking his s/o on their first date and it fails miserably and by the end of the night he feels like dying a little inside but when his s/o kisses him, he goes back to his room with the biggest smile on his face. ( I just thought it would be cute!) thank you! I hope you have a good day!“
A/N: Hope you love it my lovely anon! <33
So the day Shiro finally asked you on a date everyone thought ‘it was about damn time.’ Living on the castle ship with the paladins didn’t leave much room for privacy and secrets, everyone knew how everyone else felt about the other. Meaning the other paladins knew Shiro was head over heels for you within the first week in Earth time.
When he finally asked you out everyone sighed in relief.
After finding out where it would be safe to take you, he planned the perfect date.
Leaving you rather excited. Allura sat in your room as you readied yourself. “You must be excited” she said, you turned from the mirror to face her. “Yeah, I’ve had feelings for Shiro for a while now. Since we were in the garrison together, I guess we were both oblivious to the other.” you laughed sitting beside her.
“I never really got the chance to ‘date’ as you call it. Being a princess made it difficult.” Allura informed you. Putting a hand on her shoulder, “You’ll find someone incredible, I know it” encouraging her. A large smile grew on her face, “Thank you [F/n]”
“And worse comes to worse, there’s always Lance” walking to the mirror again. Allura laughed behind you, “I’d have to decline the offer” she joked. Eliciting some laughter from you.
Not long after there was a knock on your door. Walking over you clicked the panel beside the door allowing it to slide open. Shiro stood on the other side, nervously fidgeting.
He smiled upon laying eyes on you, “Wow, you look incredible” complimenting you, Allura had lent you some clothes. It was nice to be in something different. “Thanks Shiro, you don’t look half bad yourself” teasing playfully.
He chuckled before asking “All set to go?”
“I am” answering as he offered you an arm. Of which you took.
“Don’t have too much fun you two” You could hear Lance yell from down the corridor. You simply laughed, looking up to see Shiro chuckling, face flushed. It was too easy to get him flustered. But it was undeniably adorable.
He took you down to where his lion was. Climbing aboard you turned to him, “So where are we headed?” walking backwards toward the cockpit. “Well Allura and Coran told me about a friendly planet nearby so I thought maybe it’d be fun to go check it out”
“Sounds cool, lets do it” smiling at him. He blushed again before heading to where he pilots the lion. Standing beside him you held onto the chair. “Hold on” he said before taking off. Though the propulsion knocked you off balance.
Noticing Shiro quickly caught you by the waist. Though it caused the lion to jerk and you fell the other direction. That ended with you falling on to his lap.
You hands landed on his shoulders, his arms still around your waist. Meeting his eyes you both blushed bright red. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry” you cursed, quickly jumping on his lap.
“I-I” choking on his own voice, he cleared his throat. “I, uhm, don’t worry about it. It’s okay”
You both sat in a bit of an awkward silence. Before you started to laugh, “Who knew Lance’s advice would come into play so early” you joked. Shiro began to laugh as well, “Can you imagine how long it’d take to live that down?”
“We wouldn’t” you smiled while watching space fly past, as a planet came into view. “Is that it?” pointing out toward the mass.
“It is. Lets land and get the ball rolling” You nodded, getting a better grip onto the chair this time. Though the landing was smooth.
Once landed you both exited the lion, it putting up it’s force field the minute you stepped off.
You followed a path to a nearby town. It was a cute little place, tucked away from where the Galra could find it. It seemed to be a port for many travelers, seeing aliens of different species everywhere. “What should we do first?” Shiro asked standing beside you.
“I don’t know about you but I’m starving” your eyes skimming over the buildings. “Oh there!” you pointed to what resembled a restaurant, grabbing his hand “Come on!” a cheery tone to your voice. Leading him through the rather crowded street.
You made it to the small restaurant and got yourselves a table. “I have no idea what any of this stuff is” staring, confused by the menu.
“Maybe we can just ask to get what’s popular?“ Shiro looked around for the alien taking your order.
You did so and made idle conversation while waiting. Trying to keep the conversation light. The service was good, the food was out quickly. It looked less than appealing.
“Okay we both take a bite at the same time, it’s only fair” Shiro laughed gesturing between the both of you. “Ugh, fine! We take the bullet together” you hesitantly grabbed your utensil.
You both got a spoonful. “Okay, on 3. 1.. 2.. 3!” both taking a bite. “Oh god that’s horrible” placing your utensil down. Shiro shook it off, “That isn’t what we’re used too”
“We should’ve brought back up space goo” you laughed, staring disapprovingly at the food. He nodded laughing as well.
After paying you both began to wander the street again. Peering into each restaurant or store. Though one caught your attention, “Is that a bar?” you laughed.
“I think it is” Shiro chuckled following your gaze. “Well we’re both adults, and haven’t had a drink since we were brought out to space. So what do you say?”
“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. “Come on Shiro live a little” squeezing his hand. He sighed, “Okay, just one”
“Deal” grinning before pulling him to the building. Approaching the bar, “Hi, how are you two? You new around here?” The bartender greeted. “Just passing through” smiling at him.
“Nice, what can I get for you?” he asked looking at the both of you. “Uh, I guess whatever is popular“
He smiled before coming back with two glasses. The liquid in it was slightly tinged pink. Taking the glasses and handing Shiro one. “To terrible food, lets hope the drink’s better” you laughed, Shiro smiled before clinking his glass to yours. Both downing the drinks.
“Whew, that is strong” placing the glass down. “And your unaffected and i feel like a lightweight” noticing how Shiro didn’t even flinch. He laughed, “I guess you are a lightweight.” he teased. The drink obviously making him more confident. “I’m hurt, you have wounded me Takashi Shirogane” using his full name in faux offense.
“I’ll be right back” he chuckled, “Okay but don’t abandon me here” you laughed. Watching as he headed to the bathroom. Leaning against the bar you fiddled with the empty glass.
“Hey sweetheart” a voice came from beside you. Looking up you saw a male alien, he had dark eyes, and purplish skin. You gave him a small smile before turning away.
“What’s got you here all alone?” he flirted coming closer to you.
“I’m actually here with someone, so please leave me alone” Politely rejecting his advances. Though he didn’t take the hint and continued to flirt. However, when he reached out to touch your arm he was pinned to the bar. Jumping back you noticed the Galra arm, shocked at this new side of Shiro.
“Leave her alone” growling before he pushed him away. The man gained his balance, punching Shiro in the jaw. Though Shiro barley flinched, being a prisoner and fighting the galra has given him a high pain tolerance.
Shiro grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him off his feet. You were stunned, not having ever seen this side of him (not that you didn’t like it). Though the bartender soon broke it up, “I want both of you out now!” he yelled at them both.
“We were just leaving” you grabbed Shiro’s hand and pulled him out of the building. Beginning to walk back to his lion. You walked in silence.
“I’m sorry” he looked over at you. “I ruined the night” You simply shrugged, “It was probably the drink, lets just get back it’s late. I’ll clean up that gash when we get back.” Giving him a kind smile. “You were protecting me so thank you”
He gave a small smile before nodding.Though he couldn’t help but feel he ruined everything, including his chances with you.
Getting back to the castle ship, everyone had gone to bed. Telling him to sit on your bed as you went to get some supplies to clean up his busted lip.
Coming back with a wash cloth and antiseptic. Sitting beside him you focused on cleaning up the blood and tending to the area that would surely bruise.
“I’m sorry again. I ruined our night. I just really like you and I guess I got a bit jealous when seeing that guy wouldn’t leave you alone, and it mixed with the drink I had. Basically I understand if you don’t want to be more than friends after tonight.” he babbled, not allowing you a word in.
“Shiro, you didn’t ruin the night. I had a fantastic time and I’d love to go out again. Though, maybe next time something simple like stargazing or just exploring would be better. Away from weird food and strong drinks” you smiled at him. He felt relief wash through him.
Smiling he said “I’ll let you get some sleep” standing to leave. You followed him to the door. Turning to you he gave you a bashful smile, “Goodnight [F/n]”
You smiled widely back, “Goodnight Shiro” turning to return to your room. Though in a rush of confidence you stopped mid-step and turned to him again. Swiftly your hand landed on the back of his neck and you pulled his lips to yours.
He was shocked at first but soon relaxed into the kiss as his hands landed on your hips. Pulling away you smiled, cheeks flushed. Your face was centimeters from his as you whispered again, “Goodnight Shiro” before retreating into your room again.
Leaving a shocked Shiro behind. A grin beamed on his face, under flushed cheeks. He wore a ecstatic smile all the way back to his room and until he fell asleep. Still in disbelief that you kissed him.