pile of cash

little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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Can we talk about this:

And how big a deal it is?

I mean, look…we all know Soos is the perfect replacement for Stan. We all know that by giving Soos the role of Mr. Mystery, he’s not only making Soos’s long-term dream come true, he’s cementing the unspoken father-son bond they have by making Soos the closest thing Stan has to an heir.

But a job title isn’t all Stan gives him.

Let’s be clear here–Stan lives like a poor man. He’s cheap and loath to spend a single penny when he can mend, reuse or steal what he needs instead. But I don’t think that’s a sign the Shack isn’t making him money. On the contrary, everything we see about the Shack reinforces the idea that it’s making great money. Stan isn’t poor. He’s miserly. There’s a big difference.

We never see an episode where Stan’s worrying about how business is dropping off or where the Shack is open but deserted. Whenever we see Stan give a tour, there’s always a crowd. And with one or two exceptions (tourists leaving angrily after Waddles eats the Cornicorn) the tourists are almost always forking over huge fistfuls of cash.The Shack frequently hosts huge events that the entire town shows up for, and Stan’s often surrounded by huge piles of cash. The Mystery Shack is such a fixture of Gravity Falls that it’s on the town map hanging in city hall.

Stan’s bitter promise to his family that he would make millions quite frankly probably came true.

Stan didn’t just give Soos his dream job, he gave him an incredibly profitable business that he could have probably sold for millions. Stan “bleed ‘em dry ” Pines. Stan “wouldn’t loan you a nickel without charging interest” Pines. He gave it to Soos for nothing.

Soos deserved it. After ten years of the most loving, devoted loyalty to his father dad papa padre employer for what I can only assume was terrible pay, he had earned it. But that’s not really my point–my point is that Stan, who couldn’t even bring himself to spend a few dollars on pancakes for his niblings, gave away potential millions to his son heir precious child that he loves so much employee with a smile, without hesitation. 

That is huge. That is amazing. That is both an important sign of character growth and an indication of how much Stan loves this precious baby man.

RE: Twin Peaks. If we go by the theory that Janey is, in fact, an inhabitant of Black Lodge...then she’s most likely Diane from Mulholland Drive. Diane got sent there after what she did to Camilla. (The ending of the movie strongly implies she’s in limbo.)

When Janey helps a clueless amnesiac with a mysterious pile of cash.

You realize: Naomi Watts has been here before. It’s a cycle.

(IIRC, Lynch has said Twin Peaks and Mulholland Drive shared the same universe.)

Last Page Of My Journal

The stage-men are dressed in all black
Pulling rope

The executives are wearing designer suits
Drunk by lunch

The nobodies are adrift on Carnival cruise-ships
Seasick and sunburnt
Breathing through their noses

The scientists are in Antarctica staring at whales and stuff
The scientists are writing notes
Save whales and stuff

The shadows are limping
Asking for spare change

The old-souls are stuck in bed
Blinds closed
Unset alarm clock flashing

The royals are napping in piles of cash
Traveling the world
Sincerely unaffected

The folks are nestling
In the city
Across the country
Minding their own business

The fools are wandering
Talking about the stars or some shit
Posting ambiguous quotes on social media

What if Class 1-A implemented a swear jar

Mostly cuz of Bakugou’s filthy mouth.

Iida would religiously enforce it.

Bakugou ends up filling it on a daily basis. Eventually, he gets so annoyed with being told off every time he swears that he ends up stuffing a bunch of bills in the jar each day in advance to pre-pay for his cursing.

Aizawa actually ends up being a regular offender. Other than mumbling about it being a pain, he doesn’t mind much.

The kids all figure out when All Might is swearing in English and he has to pay up too, and he’s pretty sheepish about it.

Mineta is double-charged every time he talks about boobs.

Kaminari, Kirishima, and Ashido are sometimes caught, but they happily pop in their contributions because it’s nowhere near as high as Bakugou’s.

Eventually, they decide to donate proceeds to charity each week.

Bakugou’s trash mouth singlehandedly raises three times the amount that everyone else does combined.

Each time when they count up the week’s money, they thank Bakugou for his contributions, to which he usually responds with a “SHUT THE FUCK UP”, followed by them adding that swear in to the pile of cash.

Are We Okay? - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

Your boyfriend was the famous Harry Styles. Of course you wouldn’t change anything about him but his famous life has becoming a hassle. You and Harry text and FaceTime everyday but you and him know it’s not the same. You miss his touch, You miss him waking you up in the mornings with peppered kisses and a fresh cup of coffee already prepared by him. You miss his touch, his touch was something that always got you weak in the knees. When he would be clingy while you were cooking and stay behind you touching your waist, arms, anything from your body in sight.
Today, you missed him the most it was your 10 month anniversary, you and Harry celebrated every month him always saying every time mark we hit together was special. Sadly, he was in London for an interview then traveling to London to perform a little gig with the guys while you were al the way in LA. Even though you weren’t together you scheduled a FaceTime call, it was about that time so you got your MacBook ready and imagining he was getting his.
You hit your boyfriends name and hit FaceTime, you didn’t expect to be as nervous as you were.
When his cute lop sided smile appeared on the screen you instantly got happy. “Hey baby!”
“Hello gorgeous, I’ve been waiting for you to call me. I miss you so much” Harry said back, you look this time to examine his appearance. He was beautiful as always, his mess of curls push back into a little man bun that he loves, he was wearing a white t-shirt and his eyes were the prettiest shade of green, you could believe this masterpiece was yours.

“Um, Y/N? You okay baby?”

“Oh, yeah.”  You whispered, “I’m perfect”

“So, how was your day? I want to hear every detail. Mine was pretty boring so love tell me about you.” He said.

You began to tell him about your day and began to discuss how you almost got hit by a car crossing the road to the nail salon you went to earlier.

“You’ve got to be more careful, my love” Harry then smirked, “But I have a joke, why did Adele cross the road?”

“No, Hazza please d-”

“To say Hello from the other side!” Harry burst into laughter, like it was the funniest thing in the world. His laugh is so adorable. When he saw you weren’t laughing he paused. “Oh C’mon Y/N that was gold!”

You just shook your head and smiled at your dork of a boyfriend. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Harry turned to you confused and yelled a “Come in!”
Someone completely unexpected walked and your whole demeanor changed. “Hey Harry” Kendall Jenner said as she gave him a peck on the cheek, then looked at his computer and noticed your very unhappy face on the screen. “Oh, I’m sorry did I interrupt something?”
“Oh, um. Kendall can you wait in the hallway for a minute?” Harry bit his lip, something he does when he’s nervous.

She then nodded her head and left and immediately Harry started to ramble.

‘I’m so sorry baby, it slipped my mind to tell you I was going to the movies with Kendall. Only as friends though! I promise nothing’s going on with her and I, it’s just dinner and I was meaning to tell you but the time went so fast I completely forgot don’t be ma-”

“Harry, stop. It’s okay, enjoy your movie. I’m alright.” You gave a sly smile.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want you to be mad at me baby.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I trust you, but I don’t trust her one bit. But, did you really have to do it on our anniversary?”

“I know, I know I’m sorry but I have to go.” Harry then ended the call and you stared in disbelief.

Yes, you trusted Harry. But did he have to go the movies with Kendall, his ex. Out of all the friends Harry has, Kendall was the last person you’d expect.
You heard your phone buzz and saw a text message from the one and only:

Harry: I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to hang up like that but I promise nothing will happen tonight or ever. Call you later? x

You replied with a quick ‘okay.’ and waited for that call from Harry.

You felt your eyes becoming heavy and decided you should get some rest.

You jolted awake, you noticed the time on the clock and it read 11pm, must’ve been more tired than you thought.

You groaned and decided to go take a shower and brush your teeth, dealing with a worried Harry later.

In the shower you thought of how Harry and Kendall’s date must’ve went, you wondered what they talked about, if they went out after, if they hugged goodbye. You couldn’t help the aching feeling in your chest from the thought of her trying something on him.
You stepped out your hot shower and literally as your second leg hit the floor you heard commotion downstairs.

You got scared, thinking it was an intruder. You quickly grabbed Harry’s bat he put next to the bed in case of emergencies and walked downstairs.
You found a person bending over in your fridge and ran up behind them and almost swung the bat when you recognized the ugly boots on the ‘intruders’ feet.
“Harry?” You whispered instantly dropping the bat at your feet.


He then scooped you into his arms and smashed his lips against yours. This made your whole body relax and instantly move your lips against his. He seemed tense but he groaned when he realized your reaction wasn’t pushing him off. “I’m so sorry” He said after he pulled apart slightly.
“I should’ve never went out with Kendall, especially on our anniversary. It was a dick move, something I’ll never do again. I thought you were mad at me reason why I’m here. Fuck the interviews and shows, you’re what matters most”

“No, Harry it’s just, she’s so beautiful, her family is famous, she’s a model, she gets invited to award shows, parties, I’m just a small town girl that just so happened to get lucky. I don’t deserve you” You dropped your head in shame finally letting out what you’ve been feeling ever since she walked into the room.

“Baby,” He lifted your head up, he had a tear that you could tell he was holding back. “No, you’re not a model, your family isn’t famous, you’re not sitting on a pile of cash. But that’s what I love most about you, you keep me grounded, you truly make me happy every time I see you I get butterflies. You truly have no idea the affect you have on me. And I wouldn’t change anything about you for the world. I love you”

“I love you too.” You said smiling at everything that just came out of his pink lips, he truly was your rock.

“So, are we okay?”

“More than okay.”

“That’s great because,” He then pulled at your towel making it fall to the ground. “I’ve been away from so long, and I’m dying to get a taste”

Jax Teller - You're Family


Being tight on money but not asking for help. The boys find out and help you regardless because it’s Jax’s idea.

It was obvious that you were tight on money. It had been ever since things with your job had went downhill.

You had thought about several times of going to the club and asking for help with your bills. But your pride wouldn’t let you do it. And now because of it you were three months behind on rent and you had only a week too find the money to come up with it or else you’d be out on the street.

You didn’t want to bother anybody and you definitely didn’t want to be in debt to the club. But it seemed as if you were going to get help whether you wanted it or not.

Jax came over last night and you had forgotten to put away the past-due notices that were laying out on your kitchen table as you were trying to sort through your bills figuring out which ones you needed to pay first.

And now today you had to usher in the guys from the club into your living room as Tig placed a duffle bag down onto your coffee table.

“What’s this?”

You asked confused as you looked at the bag.

“Open it.”

Happy’s gruff voice spoke up from behind the others. You bet your bottom lip as you went to look at Jax. You noticed that look in his eyes that told you to go ahead and open it.

Signing in defeat you pulled the zipper down and your eyes widened as you seen the pile of cash that was inside.

“W-what? W-why is this – what? Jackson what is this?”

You asked looking up at him shocked. Jax pointed down at the bag.

“That is twenty-five grand from us to you.”

He told you with that playboy smirk on his lips. You shook your head, pushing the bag back.

“I can’t – ”

“Don’t think of it as charity darlin’. Think of it as back pay fer all tha help you’ve done wit the club over tha years.”

Chibs spoke up seeing the conflict in your eyes. You looked up at all the guys, starting to feel emotional you shook your head. Standing up from the couch you went to embrace Jax, who hugged you in return.

“Thank you, you guys. Thank you.”

“You’re family [Name], we take care of our own.”

The Unforgiven

Characters: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: language, Gabriel being a huge dick, violence, angst

A/N: Well I’m attempting to dip my toes into the soulmate universe.

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Nothing about this case didn’t make a sense. None of interviews were adding up, and everything from the victim’s stories to the locations didn’t add up. You were left scratching your head in the hotel room, trying to figure out what was happening.

It wasn’t an angry spirit, wasn’t a pissed off witch, and it wasn’t a demon. Running your hand through your hair you stared at your phone, staring at Bobby Singer’s phone number.

It had been almost three years since you called Bobby. The last time you had talked to the grumpy old man, he told you to get out of hunting that it wasn’t the life for you.

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One Last Ride (Sam Drake x Reader) Chapter 2: Showtime, Boys.

Here’s Chapter 2!

It’s really long so don’t be alarmed haha, I just couldn’t find myself cutting this in 2 chapters but I promise they won’t be this long.

Thanks for the comment and love on the first chapter, I really appreciate it y’all!

Without further ado here’s “Showime, Boys.” Happy reading <3

Summary: Reader finally meets Sam Drake, her thoughts?

You didn’t know what to expect when Nathan told you to meet him in Italy. All you were given was coordinates to a private airport where you then met up with Sully.

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stake out | michael gray

anon requested michael sneaking off to meet his girlfriend and the boys trying to find out where he’s going

“You can’t honestly believe Michael would-”

“I don’t know what to believe”

John settled back in the chair at Tommy’s interruption, sighing, and swiped a hand over his hair. He rolled his eyes over the desk before looking back up and meeting his eyes again.

Tommy kept contact for just a moment before taking a last drag and stubbing out his smoke. He lifted from the chair, reaching for a scrap of paper as he moved. He kept his eyes to it as he travelled to the front of the desk, stopping before John’s seat. He shuffled, fidgeting with his cap, unsettled with the whole conversation.

Tommy unfolded the paper, regarding it for a few seconds, before holding it out before him.

“I have an address”

“You’ve been having him followed?” John’s tone was nearing outraged as he shuffled back from the paper. The proximity alone was poisonous.

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Old Money

Y/N was spoiled, she grew up in a great house hold. Her parents gave her everything she wanted, and she had never really worked a day in her life, but she didn’t want to flaunt it. She was used to getting everything and anything she wanted, she had never really heard the word no. She was an only child so her parents never minded giving her everything. 

Harry knew that, he had seen it first hand. She didn’t have a job, money flowed into her account, trust fund waiting for when she turned twenty five. She spent the days at home, decorating, shopping, cooking, cleaning. He had heard the rumors that she never worked for anything a day in her life, that her fathers company would be handed down to her and once again she didn’t work for it. 

But she went to college, she had a 4.0, she worked hard in her business classes, she was smart. She never had a job because she spent her time studying, going to her fathers company and learning first hand what to do, who was who, and where to go. But no one knew that, they saw a spoiled little girl. 

Y/N had more money in her bank account than almost everyone she knew, and she had no idea what to do with it. No matter how much she spent it never made a dent, so she paid for her half when she moved in with Harry. She paid for gas, for utilities, she paid for dinner on date nights, not because she had to, she wanted to. She didn’t like when Harry spent money on her, she hated it. 

“Baby,” Harry grinned, walking into the house, locking the door behind him. 

Harry had been anxious all day, all he wanted was to give this gift to her. A gift he had been saving up for, a gift that showed his love for her. Harry and her grew up very differently. Harry worked to help his mother pay the bills, he went to school and then ran to work. When he graduated he didn’t have the funds for college so he went to work, he held three different jobs. Y/N offered to help him, she could pay for college, she could get him a job at her fathers company, anything, but he denied. 

“In the kitchen,” she calls, stirring the sauce in the pot. 

Harry had saved his money for two years, but every time he had just enough something would happen, his family needed money, the holiday’s would roll by, his car broke down, something always happened. Y/N offered to pay, she would sneak behind his back and pay off his car, her parents even paid for his plane ticket for their holiday, but it only lead to a fight. Harry would get upset that he couldn’t provide for her and she would say it’s okay, but it’s not because it was her parents money, not hers. 

“Hi,” she smiled, “dinners almost ready, I’ll be at the company all day tomorrow so if you could cook that would be wonderful.”

Harry grips the box behind his back, a smile on his face, “what?” she asked, looking over the pot, “what are you hiding?”

“It’s a gift,” he beams. 

“Harry,” she frowns, “I told you I really don’t like it when you spend money on me.”

“It’s a gift y/n.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t be spending money-”

“Why? Because I don’t have any?” Harry raised an eyebrow. 

She frowns, wiping her hands on the apron, “that’s not what I meant-”

“You don’t let me buy you anything, or pay for anything. I work Y/N for a reason, not all of us can sit around and do nothing,” Harry sneered, tossing the box on the counter. 

“I don’t sit around all day! I go to class!”

“Even if you didn’t you would still be sitting on a pile of cash, you have money Y/N, and I don’t care. But you can’t be upset because I want to buy a gift,” Harry says. 

“It’s not that-you just-I can buy myself stuff.” she frowns.

“But you can’t,” Harry says, “your parents buy you things, not you.”


“I just wanted to do something nice,” he shakes his head, “but clearly if I’m not making millions I’m not allowed to do that.”

“You know what, I’m just going to go to bed, I’m tired,” she turns off the stove, untying her apron. 

“Tired from what? Being spoiled all day,” he rolled his eyes. 

She shakes her head, a breathless laugh leaving her lips, “I’m sorry did I offend daddy’s little girl.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, “you know I work hard at school and in the office.”

“And I work hard too Y/N! But everytime I spend my money it’s world war three,” Harry says, “I bought you a gift, I saved up to buy you a gift, and you aren’t even grateful.”

“I just don’t want you to regret it, you don’t let me help you Harry. I can pay some bills, I can help with your car, you know if roles were switched you would want to help me,” she says, crossing her arms, “I just, I see you struggling and knowing the money you spent on me can be used on you makes me feel guilty.”

“I can mange my own money,” Harry assured her, “I promise, just take the damn gift.”

“If I take this gift will you promise to not spend anymore money on me?”

“Excluding birthdays, and holiday’s,” Harry says. 

“Deal,” she nods, a smile on her face, “give me the box.”

She opens it and a small gasp leaves her lips. In it lays a silver bracelet, eight charms attached, each symbolizing an important event in their relationship. Her lips form into a smile, “oh H,” she whispered. 

“Would have been nicer if you didn’t start a fight,” Harry teased. 

“It’s perfect,” she picks it up, “help me put it on.”

“I don’t think you’re spoiled,” he whispered, “I hope you know that, I see how hard you work.”

“And I hope you will let me help out a little more, please,” she responds, dropping her arm. 

“We will work it out,” Harry says. 

“Deal,” she says, kissing him, her hands reaching up to his face, “I love you, and I just want to help you.”

“I love you more,” Harry chuckled.

Yeah I really didn’t know how to go about this one, it was requested, but I hope you like it.

anonymous asked:

can i get a mccree x reader with "how is my wife more badass than me" ? please and thanks x

AU Both reader and McCree are in the deadlock gang. Female Reader Prounouns.

Jessee sat around the table with a cigar hanging out the corner of his mouth as he looked over the cards in his hands, he glanced up ever so slightly to look at the faces of the others around the table, all from other gangs, this was somewhat of a day off for the gang members around the table in the old fashion looking bar. But he could do with winning some extra cash so him and his little misses could leave the gang and get away…

But first, he had to win this money.. He knew the memebrs of the other gangs here wre very dangerous men but he also knew they had alot of money on the table for this round. He gently pulled his smoke out and puffed out a cloud as he moved his cards in his hand more. The other men all looking under the brims of their hatsat him, all trying to read one anothers minds almost..

“Well, well boys I think I got y'all” he said smugly and leaned back in his seat..
“Three aces” he called and placed the last three cards down on the growing pile of cards. He opened his hands to show he had no more, meaning he won.

One of the men snorted and sat up right, giving the younger male a look, there was no way McCree had won without cheating, he was no way that good of a liar this whole round… He refused to believe it. There was a women sat at the bar sipping her drink, keeping an eye on the game, the others not noticing.
“I call Bullshit McCree” one man hissed.

“Well if y'all don’t believe…” Jeesse chukled and moved his hand over tot he cards, flipping up the last three he had placed, sure enough all aces.
“Looks like I won our game of bullshit fellas” he tipped his hat as he stood, the chair making a creaking sound as it scracthed against the dusty wooden floor.
“I’ll be takin’ ma winnings, thanks kindly” he went to grab the large pile of money before another male grabbed his arm and glared at him, the other two pulling out their guns and pointing them.

“I don’t care if you won fair ans square McCree, your not leaving with the money OR your life” He said and clicked the gun. McCree was in no position to grab his side arm, not when it was three against one, he didn’t account for the two different gangs to well gang up on HIM, no one had any honor any more..

He was unflinching but as his hand moved, they got jumpy and went to pull the trigger, the entire bar had stopped what they were doing when they had heard the raised voices and all stared on in horror and interest. That’s when a chair at the bar went flying and knocked into one of the men, he yelled and fell back, shooting his gun into the ceiling.

You had been watching the whole thing, knew Jesse was once again being naive, when the much older man had made a move at your husband you flung your chair out catching the asshole off guard, he was now sprawled across the floor, you kicked his gun away from his hand and shot the man who had turned his gun to you instead, Jesse taking note of the distraction and pulling out his own shooting the third man right between the eyes, not breaking a sweat.

He tipped his hat to you as you shot another in the shoulder causing him to go down. “Looks like I’ll be takin’ ma winnings after all gentleman” he scooped up the large piles of cash and put them into his pockets, he moved his arm allowing you to loop your own around his, putting your gun away and nuzzling into his shoulder as you both left the bar.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” he said with a chuckle and leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Well, it’s not hard, I pay attention and trust no one for one thing” you said with a chuckle and winked at him as you both walked off, no one wanting to mess with either of you.

“Well, I got the money, how about we go home an’ pack?” Jesse asked seeing you nod. “About time we started a life together away from all this..”

US Muslims Noticed Something Missing From Trump's Speech — Themselves
President Donald Trump's speech on Islam delivered in Saudi Arabia wasn't as bad as some American Muslims had expected, but it's not likely to win them over. 'It was definitely awkward.'
By Hannah Allam

In the week before President Donald Trump’s Islam-focused speech in Saudi Arabia, American Muslims collectively cringed over the big question: Just how bad could it be?

Not as bad as imagined, it turns out, but still unimpressive.

US Muslims said Trump’s address Sunday at a summit in Riyadh was remarkable mainly for its blandness – shopworn lines about good versus evil from a president who once blamed his Saudi hosts for 9/11, who floated the idea of shutting down mosques, and who said, “I think Islam hates us.”

American Muslims also noted a glaring omission in the half-hour speech: themselves. There was no acknowledgment of the contributions of the athletes, doctors, actors and tech entrepreneurs who are among more than 3.3 million Muslims living in the United States.

“You don’t mention them once in your entire speech?” said Adnan Zulfiqar, a Philadelphia-based Truman National Security Project fellow who studies foreign policy in the Muslim world. “What that tells me is that Trump’s conception of America is not only Muslim-free but, in many respects, minority-free. He easily engages with Islam as a foreign ‘other,’ as opposed to Islam and Muslims as part of the American fabric.”

Trump, a day after a lavish royal welcome that was scrubbed of women and protesters, waxed poetic about standing together against the killing of innocents and the oppression of women. Trump said he hadn’t come to lecture (though he did) and said he was interested only in gradual reforms, not interventions – a reassuring message for authoritarian Arab allies such as Saudi Arabia, Egypt and Jordan.

Trump ditched his base’s preferred terminology of “radical Islamic terrorism” and, in most places, used less inflammatory terms such as “radicalism” and “extremism.” It was the kind of language Trump used to attack his predecessor President Barack Obama for using.

“We welcome President Trump’s recognition of Islam as ‘one of the world’s great faiths,’ but that recognition does not wipe out years of well-documented anti-Islam animus,” Nihad Awad, executive director of the Council On American-Islamic Relations, said in a statement. “The president should also recognize the contributions American Muslims make – and have made for generations - to the betterment of our nation.”

To many US Muslims, the about-face showed that Trump considers the faith of 1.7 billion people as just another negotiable, his public stances on Islam changing whichever way the wind – or a $110 billion weapons deal – blows. He bashed Islam in front of anti-immigrant US voters he needed to win the election; he embraced Islam in front of Middle Eastern autocrats whose help he needs on counterterrorism and trade issues.

“Trump doesn’t have any inhibitions in terms of exaggerations, so he laid it on thick,” Zulfiqar said. “But in a room full of a lot of autocrats, exaggeration plays incredibly well. So, while he’s heaping praise on them and their potential and accomplishments, he can sneak in ‘Islamic terrorism’ and nobody even cares.”

Trump’s muted speech stood in contrast to the rest of his over-the-top visit to the kingdom, his first overseas travel as president and a closely watched – and mocked – event for American Muslims.

Much of the color from his trip spread in memes and gifs, the disjointed scenes conjuring a dystopian Arabian Nights. There’s Trump, bouncing along during a traditional sword dance. There’s White House strategist Steve Bannon, who’s long spewed anti-Muslim venom, looking ill at ease in a swarm of men in traditional Saudi thobes and headdresses. And there’s Trump again, this time in a golf cart with the Saudi king, headed to a Toby Keith concert.

It became a cliché to say, “You can’t make this stuff up.”

“It was weird. It felt strangely like an echo of the Bush era, where most of our foreign policy was determined by the economic interests of the defense industry. The sword dance kind of brought that back for me,” said Shayan Ghajar, an Iranian-American agricultural researcher in Virginia.

And all the Bannon memes? “Priceless,” Ghajar said with a laugh.

Sakeena Rashid, a tech developer in Ohio, was among those bracing for the worst. She recorded her reactions to Trump’s speech using images from her newly launched app, Islamoji, which sells emojis that represent the wide diversity of American Muslims.

On her Facebook page, Rashid started with an emoji of a Saudi man with a pet cheetah, a nod to the opulence of the royal welcome for Trump. Next came one of a woman in a headscarf looking skeptical as Trump talked about “friendship, hope, and love.” A pile of cash for the announcement of an arms deal.

Rashid wrapped it up with a riff on the Kermit the Frog meme, an emoji of the skullcap-wearing Kareem the Frog sipping his tea because Trump had delivered a lecture after saying he wouldn’t.

“It was definitely awkward,” Rashid said, describing the image of Trump, of all people, speaking in Saudi Arabia after a Quran recitation.

Apart from the funny emojis and memes, Rashid said, there was a line in Trump’s speech that reminded her of the seriousness beyond the spectacle. It was when Trump said that “young Muslim boys and girls should be able to grow up free from fear, safe from violence, and innocent of hatred.”

She said it instantly took her back to two weeks ago, when she was standing in a grocery store with her baby in her arms and a stranger who saw her headscarf yelled at her to go back to her country. Never mind that she’s an African-American who was born in Michigan.

Rashid, like many other American Muslims, said a half hour of conciliatory remarks wasn’t going to make up for the many years Trump has smeared Islam, such as spreading bogus claims about Muslims in New Jersey cheering when the World Trade Center collapsed on 9/11 or insinuating that ordinary Muslims could prevent terrorist attacks that even trained intelligence officers failed to spot.

That kind of rhetoric, Rashid said, contributed to an irate man feeling bold enough to loudly accost a woman shopping in public with her children.

“When Trump said that about safety for boys and girls, I was, like, does that count for American Muslims?” Rashid said. “As Muslims in the United States, we have to also feel safe and free from fear, and we don’t.”

~LIFESAVER~{A Justin Bieber Fanfiction}

Chapter 1.

Alena’s P.O.V.

Feeling the sharp lingering pain across my face coming one after another. “Get up you worthless piece a shit!” shouted the tall rapid man. As I struggle to get on my feet the man grab me by arms as he pushes me into a room with two strange men. “You got 1 hour!” he shouted as he shut the door behind me.


I woke up half naked on a messy bed as my body ache everywhere. The thought of last night made tears rush to my eyes as I hug my body. I quickly got dressed as I was about to leave the cold basement the tall rapid man who happens to be my stepfather came down the stairs with a cigar in one hand and a pile of cash in the other. “Where do you think you are going??” his cold voice asked coming closer to me, backing in tracks as fear full my eyes.”Answer me bitch!” he shouted raising his hand. “I g-ot wo–rk.” I stammered. “Hmmm you better be back before 6 or else.” he threaten, I nodded as I ran out of the house.

You maybe wondering what’s going on so let me explain. At first it was my mom and I after my father passed away we were very happy until she met my stepfather Joe. He made her happy so it made me happy until one night he came into my room while I was asleep and rape me he than threatened if I ever told my mom about this he would kill us both so I keep my mouth shut. Joe was very wealthy man, he has a lot of different businesses around the world. My mom and Joe got married they were happy, my mother’s happiness was all that mattered to me.

A year later my mom died and left me with this monster. He would abuse me physically, mentally and emotionally, he would do anything and everything to make my life a living hell, he tortures me and when I thought things couldn’t get worse he started pimping me out to random men. I hate my life so much! I just wanted it to end. No one knew what I was going through, I couldn’t tell anyone cause if I did my stepfather would kill them that’s the kind of power he had.

Pulling in the parking lot turning the ignition off as I looked myself in the mirror. I wiped the tears out of my eyes as I put on my hat and my shades to hide my messed up face. I’m a cleaner at a studio - Island Def Jam in LA. Popping on my earphones as I mop the white marble floors. Music was my escape from the world it help ease my pain it would take all my problems away. Life Is Worth Living by Justin Bieber came on, I can relate so much to this song as I started to sing just escaping everything.

🎶Ended up on a crossroad Try to figure out which way to go It’s like you’re stuck on a treadmill Running in the same place You got your hazard lights on now Hoping that somebody would slow down Praying for a miracle Who’ll show you grace? Had a couple dollars and a quarter tank of gas With a long journey ahead Seen a truck pull over God sent an angel to help you out He gave you direction Showed you how to read a map For that long journey ahead Said it ain’t never over Oh, even in the midst of doubt Life is worth living, ou ou ou ou Life is worth living, so live another day The meaning of forgiveness People make mistakes, doesn’t mean you have to give in Life is worth living again. 🎶

Didn’t know how loud I was until I heard clapping which startled me. Pulling my earphones out turning around to see the one and only Justin Bieber with a bright smiled plastered across his face. “Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here so early.” I apologize as I grab the mop and bucket to leave. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” I said walking past him. “No no please wait!” he grab my arm as I flinch a little because of the pain my body was feeling not realizing as I drop the bucket causing the water to spill everywhere including on Justin’s shoes. “Omg! I’m so sorry!” I apologized bending down to wipe his shoes causing my shades to fall off. “No stop! It’s okay. Really!” Justin said stooping down with his hand on my shoulder. “Please stop. It’s really okay.” he insisted.

I looked up at him his smile instantly disappeared, his face expression turned into sympathy and sadness as he looked at my brushed face. Realizing I was no longer wearing my shades I grab my stuff quickly as I can. “I’m sorry. I got to go.” I said before leaving. “Wait please!” Justin shouted behind me but I ignored him as I made my way to my car and left.

Justin’s P.O.V

Who was she? What was her name? What happened to her? Why would someone be so cruel to such an Angel? I mean it’s inhumane. I need to find her, I need to help her, I need to protect her…

To be continued….

A/N: Hey guys, I’m thinking about making this into a Fanfiction but I’m not sure yet cause I’m not too good at writing so I’m sorry if it’s bad but I want to hear what you guys think so here’s a little preview. Plus I haven’t decided on a name for it so if you have any let me know in the comments or message me. Thanks guys. xx ❤

Victor Creed Imagine

Victor/Sabertooth corners a mutant that has a bounty on her head and all he knows is her face and scent. He’s ready to get that bounty but then she electrocutes the hell out of him, which after he wakes up he’s totally into it, loves a powerful female, he chases her down again only this time he asks her to zap him, she gets a smirk and teases him with little shocks until she agrees to a full shock and more if he helps her​ kill the ones that have a bounty on her

You hit the 8 ball and stood up slowly, “Look’s like the money’s mine, boys,” you snatched the pile of cash sitting on the side of the table and rolled it together, stuffing it into your pocket. The boys you had been playing groaned and threw their pool sticks against the wall. “Sorry boys, better luck next time.” You walked over to the bar and threw down a five. “Shot of your finest please.” You threw back the drink and looked at the time. You grabbed your jacket and threw it on, walking out into the cold night.

You got in your truck and drove back to the motel you were staying at but when you got by the door you saw it cracked open a bit. You opened it slowly, flipping the light on, but seeing no one in your bedroom. You closed the door and went to check the bathroom. Nothing. When you walked back into the bedroom an attractive dark haired man sat in a chair by the door. “Who are you?”

“You don’t look surprised to see me,” he sat still lounging casually in the chair.

“Not the first time a strange man has tried to corner me in a room. Who are you, Mutant?”

“Ah, how’s you know?” He exposed his claws and whittled with them in the chair. “The name’s Victor. Most call me Sabretooth.”

“That’s a dumb name.”

“Ouch. Well, be that as it may you and I have a problem to discuss, Y/N.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Because I’ve been hired to take you out. Seems like you’ve made an enemy or two.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“You should be,” he growled and shot up towards you, pulling your hands above your head and holding a claw against your neck. “You seem nice enough. And you’re spunky; I like that. So I’ll make this quick.” Before he could do anything else you sent an electric force through your body that was so strong would stop his heart. He convulsed and hit the ground still shaking. When his eyes went dim and his shakes stopped you took a deep breath. You were ok, you were going to be ok.

You grabbed your bag, stuffed the few things you had taken out, and headed out to the car. You turned it on, exited the parking lot, and pushed the pedal to the medal.


Victor woke up hours later and shivered from the feeling that still coursed through his body. “At least now I know what kinda power she has,” he muttered to himself and worked his way off the ground.

“The electric Y/N,” he grinned to himself. “What a rush.” He walked out across the lot and climbed into his truck. He locked your scent into memory and started the truck, driving the same way you did.


You had driven through the night, all day the next day, and through the most of the night again before you stopped and pulled over in a small town’s motel that laid on the outskirts. “One room please,” you smiled and took the key from the woman working the night shift. You walked into the room, locked the door, and settled in for some much needed sleep.

You woke up 6 hours later from the pit that was in your stomach, like someone was watching you. You pretended to roll over and reached under your pillow, grabbing the knife that you had under it. In a swift motion you took it from under your pillow and threw it dead center at the man who stood against the wall, impaling it right in his chest.

“Good aim,” he slumped back against the wall for support and pulled the blade from his chest letting out a sigh of relief. “As you can see I heal. What was it you did back there to me?”

“I used my mutation on you.”

“I understand that. But what is it?”

“I control electricity. I can take it from object, I can give it to object, and I can make it to an extent.”

“You gave me enough energy to kill me. Just by touching my skin,” he said amused.

“I don’t need to touch you to do it either.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.”

“That’s what you were hired to do. Isn’t it? To hurt me. To kill me,” you climbed out of bed and stood across from him.

“That was what I was hired to do but I don’t need the money that badly.”

“Then why did you come here, Victor?”

“To see you again. That shock you gave me, I need another one.”

“What,” you were surprised.

“You’re quick witted. You’re smart. You’re beautiful. And you’re powerful. I like all those things. You’re attracted to me, I can smell it on you,” he sat the knife down and took a step towards you. “And I am certainly attracted to you. All I’m asking for is another big shock.”

You lifted a finger and sent a spark of electricity into him. “You mean like that,” you smiled at the game you two were playing. “Or like this,” you flung a slightly bigger shock at him and watched as he shivered with a grin.

“I’m gunna’ need something bigger than that to get me going sweet heart.”

“Like this,” you sent a ball of electricity through him and watched him shiver.


“I’ll strike you a deal.” He raided his eyebrow. “I give you all the shocking you want if you help me out.”

“Help you out with…?”

“The men that had a bounty on my head. You help me find them and kill them and I’ll shock you as hard and as often as you want.”

“Sounds like the best offer I’ve ever gotten,” he smirked and sat down in the chair across from your bed.

You smiled and put a hand over his. “Then you better hold on.”

Last night Matt and I were watching The Handmaids Tale and I asked him if we should consider having a pile of cash hidden in the freezer (I’m feeling not optimistic about the world rn).

Matt’s response: “Oh don’t worry, that’s what the gold is for.”

Apparently my boyfriend has gold in various hiding spots, which means I’m dating a pirate? who watches a lot of The Walking Dead/dystopian shit and would be useful in the impending apocalypse.