run somebody over

for @mysticdaddies <3


It was a regular Friday night and you were hanging out with your boyfriend, Saeran. He was completely absorbed in some computer game, but you didn’t mind. Just being together was enough for you two.

While he clicked away on his laptop, you sat upside down beside him, legs hanging off the back of the couch, ranting about your day.

“..and then the asshole said the final was 300 points! What the fuck happened to it being worth 100 points? On the syllabus it clearly said 100, but now he just changes it?”

“Uh huh,” Saeran murmured, too absorbed in his game to be paying much attention. “What a dick.”

“I know, right? Who does he think he is?” Sighing, you kicked your legs up and down a few times, thinking. “You know what? I wish somebody would run me over with a Mercedes Benz or a Ferrari or something.”

“You… want to be run over by a car?” Saeran asked, shooting you a startled look.

That caught his attention.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “by a fancy car, so I’ll go out with class. I’ll be dead and I won’t have to take the final. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me.”

Saeran rolled his eyes, turning back to his laptop. “You’re an idiot.”

“But think about it,” you insisted. “If I’m dead, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

“That is if the impact kills you at all,” he pointed out. “A lot of people survive it.”

You considered it. “True, but it would be a good way to go. I’d die knowing that some rich motherfucker ran me over. It’d be an honor. Also, they’d have to pay for my funeral. Hell, you might be able to sue their asses and get rich yourself. It’s a win win for both of us.”

Saeran sighed and sat his laptop to the side as he stood up.

“Come on, you bum. We’re going out.”

You slid your legs from the back of the couch and sat upright. “Where to?”

“I’m going to steal one of Saeyoung’s cars and run you over.”

“Really?”

“No. We’re getting ice cream.”

***

After getting ice cream, you walked around for a bit, enjoying each others company. 

“I’m sorry,” Saeran said, glancing at you. “About your professor, I mean.”

“It’s okay,” you replied, and it was. Life sucked and your teacher was certainly an asshole, but at least you had Saeran. As long as he was by your side, you could get through anything.

You create your own reality absolutely. There are no accidents, no coincidences. Your whole reality is a co-creation. You do it. If somebody runs you over with their car, you have created it. If somebody becomes very angry with you and commits a violent act upon your body, you have created it. If you have created it, who do you forgive? You see what I am saying? Now, you are not a victim. You may be, if you choose, but what we are speaking about in the expansion of consciousness, preparing yourselves in your stampede for enlightenment, when you say ‘forgive’ you are really saying that you have blamed somebody for doing something to you. But you see beloved, how can anybody do something to you when it is you who creates the reality, hmm? So we may say perhaps, that it would be appropriate to make this word ‘forgive’ belong to another vocabulary, not of this age.
—  P’taah

Honestly, I’d say that the story of Ilvermorny makes more sense as a romanticized story about how the European wizarding community stole children from Native tribes and then covered it up by saying they willingly sent their kids there than what it’s presented as, the Native tribes willingly sending their kids to a school run by somebody that came over on the Mayflower and runs a school exactly as all of the other Europeans did when they stole kids from the tribes and indoctrinated them into the European lifestyle, which resulted in their children not even being able to talk to them because they only knew English and the tribes did not.

There is no way those tribes would willingly send some of their kids to be taught by Europeans while their other kids were being forced into that same thing.

So maybe that story we were told was actually full of lies. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ We all know that JK Rowling loves to romanticize terrible people in her writing, after all.

And, I mean, Isolt Sayre would be the first time we’ve ever had a story about somebody in the Slytherin/Gaunt family that’s “not evil.”

jason taking credit for inspiring the trevor project donations is like me running somebody over and then taking credit for people sending them flowers in the hospital like????

I don’t know what he said, all I know is if the Grammys want real artists to keep coming back, they need to stop playing with us. We ain’t gonna play with them no more. ‘Flawless,’ Beyoncé video. Beck needs to respect artistry and he should have given his award to Beyoncé, and at this point, we tired of it. Because what happens is, when you keep on diminishing art and not respecting the craft and smacking people in the face after they deliver monumental feats of music, you’re disrespectful to inspiration and we as musicians have to inspire people who go to work every day and they listen to that Beyoncé album and they feel like it takes them to another place. Then they do this whole promotional event, they’ll run the music over somebody’s speech, the artist, because they want commercial advertising. Like, no, we not playing with them no more. By the way, I got my wife, my daughter and my clothing line, so I’m not going to do nothing to put my daughter at risk but I am here to fight for creativity. That’s the reason why I didn’t say anything tonight. But you all know what it meant when 'Ye walks on the stage.
—  Kanye, 2015 Grammy Awards
I don’t even know what [Beck] said. I just know that, the Grammys, if they want real artists to keep coming back, they need to stop playing with us. We aren’t going to play with them no more. ‘Flawless.’ Beyoncé’s video. And Beck needs to respect artistry, he should have given his award to Beyoncé. At this point, we tired of it. What happens is, when you keep on diminishing art, and not respecting the craft, and smacking people in the face after they deliver monumental feats of music, you’re disrespectful to inspiration. We, as musicians, have to inspire people who go to work every day, and they listen to that Beyoncé album, and they feel like it takes them to a different place. And then they do this promotional event, and they’ll run the music over somebody’s speech, the artist, because they want commercial advertising. We aren’t playing with them anymore. And by the way, I got my wife, my daughter, and I got my clothing line, so I’m not going to do nothing that would put my daughter at risk, but I am here to fight for creativity. That’s why I didn’t say anything tonight, but you all knew what it meant when ‘Ye stepped on that stage.
— 

Kanye West

AHEM

All I know is if the Grammys want real artists to keep coming back, they need to stop playing with us. We ain’t gonna play with them no more….Beck needs to respect artistry and he should have given his award to Beyonce, and at this point, we tired of it. 

Because what happens is, when you keep on diminishing art and not respecting the craft and smacking people in the face after they deliver monumental feats of music, you’re disrespectful to inspiration and we as musicians have to inspire people who go to work every day and they listen to that Beyonce album and they feel like it takes them to another place.

Then they do this whole promotional event, they’ll run the music over somebody’s speech, the artist, because they want commercial advertising. Like, no, we not playing with them no more. By the way, I got my wife, my daughter and my clothing line, so I’m not going to do nothing to put my daughter at risk but I am here to fight for creativity. That’s the reason why I didn’t say anything tonight. But you all know what it meant when ‘Ye walks on the stage.

—  Kanye West on Beck’s 2015 Grammy (via feministingforchange)
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But Lori said you’d forgive me.
- She did?
Yeah. She said that you have a huge heart and you’d understand, ‘cause you’ve always had this thing about you since you were little, this ability to put yourself in someone else’s shoes. You were that kid on the playground, you know, who’s the first to run over when somebody fell down.