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alpacalypticpotatoes  asked:

Headcannon that Adrien starts lowkey rebelling against his father by calling him Gabe like the little shit he is

yeah see adrien would be so subtle about it. like nino would encourage him to start rebelling a little and he just does it little controlled spurts so that his father kinda blinks….and is like…..did that happen….? it would be the best crackfic tbh

gabriel: adrien, please meet me in my office
adrien: sure thing, gabe
gabriel: what?
adrien: what?


gabriel: adrien you cannot skip your chinese lesson to go to marinette’s birthday party. 
adrien: but chinese lessons aren’t necessary
gabriel: just because it isn’t necessary doesn’t mean it isn’t valuable
adrien: so it’s like your casual indifference
gabriel: pardon?
adrien: not necessary, but you seem to value it. 
gabriel: ………
adrien: kay, so i’m going to marinette’s birthday, i’ll text you when i get home


gabriel: i won’t be able to attend your fencing match today. something has come up. 
adrien: that’s okay, i won’t be able to attend your hundredth review of my schedule today. something has come up. 


gabriel: adrien, we need to talk about your behavior lately
adrien: did i do something wrong?
gabriel: i’m sensing some discontentment from you
adrien: …you’re noticing this now?
gabriel: excuse me?
adrien: oh my god is this what nino meant about obliviousness running in the family
gabriel: adrien what on earth are you – ?
adrien: is this why mom liked you so much?
gabriel: what?
adrien: what?

College And Me: Things I Wish I Had Known Before Starting

I recently completed my very first semester of college. There were lots of things I expected, and lots of things I didn’t. This is a list of things nobody told me about college that surprised me. I definitely think it’s important to figure things out on your own and cultivate your own experiences but knowing these things may have made my transition easier, or at least may have made me feel like I was a little bit less alone. Here it goes:

  1. It’s okay to be nervous.
  2. College kids are just as dumb as high school kids, except worse because no one’s telling them what to do.
  3. I don’t care what the attendance policy says, just go to class.
  4. You will make friends, I promise. But there will still be days when you feel like you don’t have any.
  5. It’s okay to feel like you don’t belong sometimes.
  6. You don’t have to go Greek. People will still like you. But if you do go Greek, force yourself to make time for your non-Greek friends.
  7. Some people don’t get to pick their school. Sometimes, the school chooses you due to circumstances beyond your control. (Read: Some people may not be there because they want to be but because they have to be.)
  8. There is still drama in college, but every little thing doesn’t seem like the end of the world anymore and that’s nice.
  9. Not everyone goes to parties. You will find your people, and they may not be everyone else’s people.
  10. Pick a spot on campus that’s just yours. Somewhere to just be by yourself and think or study or read or whatever. It’ll be a good place to have when you need it.
  11. There’s no such thing as too much effort.
  12. The food gets old fast.
  13. Everyone is there for a different reason. Try to learn as many of those reasons as possible.

This is what I’ve learned in my very short time as a college student. This may not be a set of guidelines for everyone, but it’s something I felt like needed to be said. So that’s it for what college has been like for me so far.

you make my palms sweat

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin (side Hoseok/Taehyung)
Author: heukhaneul
Rating: NC17
Genre: College AU, Partying, Awkward Pining
Summary: Jimin is definitely not crushing on his best friend’s other friend’s best friend.

Admin Notes: jimin is so clumsy. he’s a mess, but a super cute one, and yoongi is smitten. also featuring snarky text messages, falling for someone very literally, and really hot sex. great read. (thumbs up)

Link: AO3

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Sergei Polunin, “Take Me to Church” by Hozier, Directed by David LaChapelle

So I’m sure everyone will have at least heard about this video even if they haven’t seen it, but after I got over the initial awe of how gorgeous this whole video is (and watched it another 5 times), all I could think was:
I will literally fight anyone that tries to tell me this isn’t ballet dancer!Grantaire personified.

And I don’t only mean because he looks like him or that the composition is amazing and he moves beautifully (I’m 80% pretty sure some of those jumps defied the laws of physics) so it already fits in with R as a dancer, but the guy himself is practically like a fic come to life!
Sergei Polunin is often referred to as the “bad boy” of ballet - and not just because of the tattoos. He became the Royal Ballet’s youngest ever principal at just 19 years old then QUIT three years later because he felt it was stifling him creatively. He was known for often missing lessons and partying, and many thought his career was over after he left, but instead he continues to flourish and has been in tonnes of productions. (Seriously, this guy is super interesting - please google him.)

So, to summarise: This guy is literally a Ukranian, dancer-version of Grantaire and this video is perfection, have a nice day.

To my lovely education majors...

You are a real music major. Not only were you accepted into your music program, but you got into your education program. 

So actually, you kicked the performance major’s butts. 

While they’re practicing, you’re practicing. And when they’re out partying, you’re writing lesson plans. While they take 14 credits a semester, you’re taking 18+. 

YOU ARE A REAL MUSIC MAJOR

When you auditioned, they didn’t pick you because you were an education major. There are only a limited number of spots. And your teacher has literally no reason to choose you over a performance major. After all, you won’t be making their name famous in concert halls, you’ll be in the schools, changing lives. It’s not their name that people will know as the huge influence on you, it’s your high school band director. Or your English teacher. Or anyone but them. So when push comes to shove, they’re going to take the performance major with the slightly worse audition over the Education major.

So to get into your program, you blew the committee away.

You are a real music major. And you’re going to be affecting people’s lives in a real, personal way. Education is not a cushy job. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.

Now go write a killer lesson plan to teach your kids how to improvise.

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tfw one of the girls you grew up with probably calls Donald Drumpf “daddy” and is the whitest person in the world doesn’t remember anything from her US History class.

(Not censoring names because they are proud of themselves.)

So, I took some time and compiled a list of random life lessons I’ve learned my first few months of college. Not listed in any particular order, they are:

Don’t ever wait until the day it’s due to print out an assignment.
It’s okay to say no.
Not everyone is your friend but that’s cool too.
You don’t ever need to explain yourself.
NEVER hesitate to ask for help.
Think before you speak.
Before even stepping foot onto a college campus, you should seriously consider setting your ego aside.
GO TO TUTORING.
Never go to two parties in one weekend.
Eat breakfast every morning.
Once you make it to college, everything you’ve ever done in high school won’t matter anymore.
Don’t go anywhere without putting your eyebrows on.
Lying is never okay.
Life goes by SOOO fast.
Don’t wear heels to the library.
TAKE YOUR ASS TO CLASS.
Study groups ain’t shit.
Peer pressure is real.
You do not have to take life SO seriously. It’s okay do something spontaneous and stupid every once in a while.
Grades should be your first, second, and third priority!
FUCKING STUDY BITCH.
It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.
NEVER forget where you came from.
You will do every single thing you once swore you would never do. Just do it.
Squads only exist in high school.
Don’t wear leggings to class.
Your family and friends are always waiting for you at home.
You will need a shoulder to cry on.
Don’t make up lies/random excuses just to get out of hanging out with friends.
Everyone is different.
Always be mindful of your health.
Always remember to just do you boo.

anonymous asked:

john is the most single and frustrated begrudgingly pre-law major there is is when he starts looking for a ghost bf

I have zero time to write this, if only because I know myself and I know it would sprawl into a huge, hundreds of thousands of words verse with a zillion side characters and side-stories and I already HAVE one of those, SO, here are MY THOUGHTS as not!fic:

John’s a senior studying some flavor of government, filled with dread as law school applications loom in the future, and preparing himself for three years of hell to achieve his father’s dream life, which looks nothing like his own dream life. He’s definitely not putting all his effort into classes because, god, he just doesn’t care, there are days he can barely get out of bed let alone write another fucking essay about some crusty old white dudes who liked to oppress people when they weren’t busy writing about freedom and justice. He barely has time for his friends, let alone time for dating, and he has A Reputation for going out for drinks, getting all up in some dude’s business and either beating the shit out of him or fucking him and then never seeing him again.

His friend Herc, FIT student by day, bartender by night, hears about some weird paranormal club meeting in the backroom of his bar and tries to talk the gang into attending. Lafayette and Martha are game, maybe because Herc promises them free drinks, but John has to be needled into coming along.

“Maybe you’ll meet a boy,” Martha says.

“It’s a ghost club,” John says flatly.

“Well, maybe you’ll meet a ghost boy.”

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Even When You Hate Me

Characters: Daddy!Dean x Daughter!Reader 
Words: 1162
Requested by Anonymous ( daddy!dean dealing with an angsty teenage)

          Dean heard Y/N and one of her friends walk into the bunker and go straight toward Y/N’s bedroom. She rarely said anything to him when she came home with a friend. She used to run in and hug him and tell him about her day. But precious teenage reputations now had to hold up, so she didn’t need to go running to him anymore.

           Dean walked down the hallway after a few minutes to see if Y/N’s friend would be staying for dinner. He could hear the girls giggling and couldn’t help but smile. Even though she was a teenager and didn’t really seem to want him around, he did like to hear her laughing with her friends.

           “My dad will never let me go,” he heard Y/N say, “I think his head might explode if I even mention it.”

           “Oh, come on, you never go to any of the parties with me,” her friend said, “You’d have so much fun.”

           “I don’t know.”

           Dean decided to stop the conversation there, knocking on the door. He hoped his daughter would stick with her guns and not go to the party, but he also hoped that she would talk to him about it if she were planning to try and go.

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  1. In October of 1966, in Oakland California, Huey Newton and Bobby Seale founded the Black Panther Party for Self-Defense. The Panthers practiced militant self-defense of minority communities against the U.S. government, and fought to establish revolutionary socialism through mass organizing and community based programs. Federal Bureau of Investigation Director J. Edgar Hoover called the party “the greatest threat to the internal security of the country”, and he supervised an extensive program of surveillance, infiltration, perjury, police harassment, and many other tactics designed to undermine Panther leadership, incriminate party members, discredit and criminalize the Party, and drain the organization of resources and manpower. The program was also accused of using assassination against Black Panther members. The history of the Black Panther Party is controversial. Scholars have characterized the Black Panther Party as the most influential black movement organization of the late 1960s, and “the strongest link between the domestic Black Liberation Struggle and global opponents of American imperialism.
  2. The New Black Panther Party for Self-Defense (NBPP) is a U.S.-based black political organization founded in Dallas, Texas, in 1989. Despite its name, NBPP is not an official successor of the Black Panther Party.

For many years, Blacks have done many things to better their communities and to stand against American Injustice. Though the New Party is not an official continuance of the Black Panther Party, our people constantly prove that you can’t strip us of our ideas, our power and our drive. The Black Panthers though controversial, inspired a pride that the Black community still carries. They may have been disband, but never disregarded. Power to the People, Then, Now and Forever.

Hot For Teacher - Part Six

Summary: When Dean Winchester, one of the best hunters in the game, decides to open a school for new hunters, you immediately jump on the opportunity. The only thing that you weren’t counting on? Falling for your new teacher.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fighting, violence, language, angst

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“Why did you decide to train us, anyway?” you ask Dean on Saturday night. It had been a week since the first time you and Dean got together, and you couldn’t be happier. The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces; you were made to find each other.

You glance over at the clock; the red numbers read 3 am. Well, Sunday morning. Everyone had just gotten back from the bar and you and Dean were wrapped up under the blankets of his bed, using each other for warmth. It had been hard to keep your hands off of each other while out with the others, especially after the rounds of shots that matched his. The two of you barely made it to his room before you fell into bed with him, ready for some wild, drunken fun. You had sobered up after a few orgasms, which had led to the slow and sweet sex you had just come down from.

Dean sighs and slings his arm around your shoulder, letting you nuzzle your face into his bare chest. The perfect pillow, if you did say so yourself.

“I’ve seen a lot of loss,” he admits, his voice still slow and surly. You wonder idly if he’s still drunk. “I figured, since people will keep hunting, might ‘s well teach ‘em how to do it right.” You’re content with the answer, but he continues. “I just… don’t wanna see anyone else get hurt, ya know?”

You rub his chest in slow, soothing motions. “Yeah, Dean, I know. I meant it when I said I think it’s really great what you’re doing.”

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Quiet

Post Trespasser

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan



It was the silence which awoke her.

Demetra opened her eyes, staring at the comfortable darkness around her, Cullen’s familiar and very welcomed weight pressed against her side, his head safely tucked under her chin. She smiled, hearing his soft snoring. The nightmares would probably never disappeared totally, but since they had reached their new home in the South Reach, Cullen had started to appear more and more relaxed. Her role wasn’t the only one which sometimes had been a heavy burden.

The South Reach.

It was a delightful place for sure, but as a Freemarcher, former Inquisitor, noblewoman no more, Demetra was still trying to find her own place there. That consideration brought back the reason of her lack of sleep.

When she lived in Ostwick, her family’s estate was close enough to the sea that she fell asleep every single night of her life cradled by the gentle song of the waves. Despite her naive joy and pride to be finally part of something bigger than fencing lessons and parties, she had missed the sea terribly, when she was travelling to the Conclave, her nights now filled with worried whispers outside her tent and the creaks of the sentinels’ armors. 

Even in her spartan room in Haven the silence wasn’t total, between the random crackles from the Anchor, people who were discussing and walking outside her door. And in Skyhold, silence wasn’t exactly silent. It was a quiet drakness outside her windows, but nothing precisely still. Listening carefully, one could hear songs from the tavern, someone who was working until late in the courtyard, maybe the steps of a couple of lovers. Skyhold had never slept.

Not in the way the South Reach did.

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