seriously this needs to happen yesterday

Byun Baekhyun//Dyeing To Meet You

Originally posted by blondejongin

Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it.
Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff
Word Count: 3,021

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@solangelo-scomiche-caleo asked if I could do a continuation of this, which you should probably read first, so here you go. Hope you like it :)

Blinking, Will sat up in the couch he’d been lying on. It took him several seconds of looking around to realize he was in Nico’s apartment, a blanket draped over him. Nico was nowhere to be seen, though.

What was he doing here?

He didn’t exactly remember how he’d gotten here, only that he had. The pain in his head didn’t really help either. He wasn’t used to drinking. He barely ever did. But apparently last night he had though it necessary. He faintly remembered thinking he had to see Nico for some reason and then nothing.

God, what had he done? He just hoped he didn’t do anything stupid, like confessing his feelings or trying to kiss him or something. Nico was his best friend and everyone knew the best way to ruin a friendship was admitting you wanted more. At least, that’s what everyone always told him, what he saw in movies, not that he had any experience.

The first time they met, through Leo Valdez, Will had though Nico was absolutely breathtaking. With his messy hair the color of the night sky and these deep brown eyes and high cheekbones. Then he’d opened his mouth to make a snarky remark to something Leo said and Will was gone. They’d talked all night, became friends, best friends and Will had slowly been falling deeper and deeper in love with him. He was almost sure Nico didn’t feel the same, though

Maybe he was freaking out over nothing, maybe he’d just arrived here and instantly fallen asleep. God, he hoped that was what happened.

He got up and walked to the kitchen to see if Nico was there. He was. Standing in front of the counter, making a cup of coffee.

Will awkwardly cleared his throat and said: ‘Hi.’

Nico jumped, almost let the cup in his hand fall to the ground. He turned around. ‘God, Will! You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in.’

‘That’s weird. You always hear everything.’

Nico shrugged, but Will noticed he didn’t meet his eyes. He was more fidgety than he normally was. So he did do something yesterday. They hadn’t been awkward around each other since the very beginning of their friendship.

He didn’t know how to bring it up, though, so he tried acting natural. They ate breakfast, bickered like they normally did, even though it felt a bit forced. There was an awkwardness underlying everything and Will didn’t know how to deal with that. Not to mention his head was killing him.

He assumed Nico felt the same, because he suddenly just said it. ‘What happened yesterday? You never drink.’

Will chewed on his lip and raked a hand through his hair. ‘I uh… needed the courage to do something.’

‘Do what?’

‘Was I – Did I say something yesterday?’

Nico flushed red. Not a good sign. ‘You kind of told me you wanted to kiss me. But don’t worry’, he quickly added when Will’s eyes widened. ‘nothing happened. I just figured it was the alcohol or something. I didn’t uh – yeah.’

‘It wasn’t.’

‘Wasn’t what?’

‘Wasn’t the alcohol.’, he quickly said, before he lost the nerve. ‘I do want to kiss you. Even sober.’

Nico just looked at him for a while. ‘Why don’t you then?’, he finally said with a smirk.

‘Seriously?’, Will sputtered, not getting the response he had expected.

Nico, the jerk, snickered at his expression, though he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks. ‘Yeah, Solace, seriously.’

So that’s what Will did. He stepped closer to Nico, put a hand on his cheek and softly pressed his lips against his.

He knew it was probably terrible, morning breath and all. He probably still smelled of alcohol, but if Nico didn’t mind then he didn’t either.

The kiss made stars grow like flowers in his heart.

recipe | jensoo

She hated parties. The loud music and many people just weren’t really her thing. Yet she had decided that being a good friend also meant sacrifice. That’s why she came to the party in the first place, to be a good friend; after all it was her best friend’s birthday we were talking about.

It was March 27, Saturday morning and the birthday of Lisa, her best friend. Jennie had just woken up and stretched her body as the thought hit her. She sighed and made herself some breakfast, thinking about how she’d survive this day. While she was sitting at the counter eating her oats, she checked again if she had all the presents for her friend. The unicorn pillow, the little notebook with quotes in it and the pink brush set- now the only thing missing was the cake. Jennie loved baking or cooking in general, that’s why a birthday cake was a big must for her, regardless of whoever birthday it was. After putting the used dishes away she went through the recipe again, checking if all the ingredients had been bought. As she had made sure that everything she needed was there she started on making a strawberry cake which happened to be one of Lisa’s favorites. She’d sometimes spend hours in the kitchen experimenting with flavors, creating new dishes or simply letting her creativity flow. Time would always pass by so fast that in the end she was almost running late for the birthday party. Shit, Jennie thought to herself as she quickly got dressed and carefully placed her masterpiece onto a cake transporter to carry it to her friend’s house. She took a final look at her cake, smiling in content before she left the house and made her way to Lisa’s place. She arrived at a little after 8 PM but the place was already crowded. Loud music was playing and and some people would sing karaoke in the living room while others were outside talking or smoking. Jennie took a deep breath before entering the house and started to look for Lisa. When she had finally found the birthday girl she excitedly ran up to her hugging her tight and congratulating the girl who had just turned 19. The younger one was happy and squealed when she saw the cake and together they’d make their way to the kitchen to get plates. Some people would follow them to also get a piece and while they were eating Jennie watched them with a pleased smile which turned into a shy one whenever someone complimented her skills. By the time it got darker she had found herself on the couch, simply watching everyone having fun. She then looked at her phone which told her it was only a few minutes before midnight. Jennie yawned and stood up and squeezed herself through the crowd to get into the kitchen. She eyed the last piece of her strawberry cake which was solely standing on the plate. Jennie didn’t feel like eating it at all, she felt sick and had gotten a headache from the loud music. The moment she wanted to put the lid onto the cake transporter a voice stopped her from doing so. “Aren’t you gonna eat this piece?” As she turned around she looked into the brown eyes of a petite girl. Her eyes were almost black and in the gloomy light she thought she could see stars in them. “Huh?” Was the only thing that she got out of her mouth before actually understanding that the girl meant the remaining piece of cake. While she was looking at her with a shy smile and rosy cheeks Jennie’s face lightened up a little. “Oh, no but you can have it,” she exclaimed and quickly grabbed a plate and placed the piece onto it before handing it out to the girl she really had never seen before. What a perfect timing, Jennie thought to herself. Now she could take the empty container and quickly make her way home. She smiled at the girl who just took the first bite of the cake, letting out a content “hmm” and then thanked her for the cake. “No, I thank you”, Jennie smiled even more. “Enjoy your cake and the party, I’ll get going now” with that Jennie left the girl behind in the kitchen before she could even say anything else. Jennie looked for Lisa and when she had found her quickly said goodbye to her, excusing herself with having a headache. The younger one smiled with an empathetic smile before hugging her tight, thanking the older one for coming and the great presents. The other moment Jennie was finally out of the door and made her way back home. There, she was greeted by Kai and Kuma her dogs. She simply removed her make up before falling onto her bed in exhaustion. She sighed in relief and curled herself up in her sheets falling asleep almost immediately.

When she woke up the other morning she was in a good mood. Since it was Sunday she’d only study a little, maybe cook some meals for the upcoming week. As she got ready in the bathroom she heard her phone beeping in the other room. With a toothbrush in her mouth she went over to check who had texted her, it was an unknown number.

Hey, do u happen to have the recipe of that strawberry cake ?

 it was seriously so good and I feel like I need more of it

 oh I’m jisoo btw the one you gave the last piece of cake at Lisa’s party yesterday

 I got ur number from her too I hope it’s okay

A smile flashed onto Jennie’s lips as the picture of Jisoo eating the cake popped up in her head. She hesitantly texted her back.

I’m glad you liked it and ofc I can give u the recipe. How about meeting at the lil coffee shop near the park at 2 PM?

Almost immediately she got an answer

yes I’ll be there ^^ 

The smile remained on Jennie’s lips as she got ready, rewrote the recipe in neat handwriting and made her way to the coffee shop.

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Everyone needs to chill out about what dan said during his live show yesterday. I’m sure he’s not leaving, and whatever is changing, if indeed that is what is happening, we need to be supportive. After all, it could be something really small, and we are all taking this way to seriously. Let’s all relax, there is no use fretting over something you can’t control.

anonymous asked:

Hi! So glad your requests are open! Can you do a jimin smut pls? One where you guys are trying to have sex "quietly" while the me members are around?? Thanks!!

hello ^^

You sat quietly on Jimin’s bed, scrolling through Netflix on his iPad, trying to find something interesting to watch to occupy your time until the members returned. They liked for you to “dorm-sit” while they were away with a schedule, since you’d always find yourself preparing food for them or cleaning up the seemingly always dirty space. Although the work could prove to be tedious, you couldn’t help but admire feeling the need the members all felt for you to baby them.

“Is there really nothing to watch? Have I seen every good movie on here? Hmm,” you hummed, closing out of the app and catching eye of his home-screen wallpaper, a picture of you two. A sweet smile spread across your face.

Within the span of thirty minutes, you found yourself picking up dirty clothes in the room and sorting them by color to be washed. It was amazing how many dirty clothes had been produced in just three days. As you picked up a pair of Jimin’s jeans, you felt something fall out of the pocket. Setting the clothes by the washer, you picked up what you immediately recognized as an empty condom wrapper. You felt your face flush at the memory of where it came from—yesterday at the company, after a day-long practice that you stayed with them to watch, when neither you nor Jimin could wait to get home. The memory of him rushing you into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, the memory of him pressing you against the cold wall, his warm skin against yours—you hurriedly balled the wrapper in your hands and threw it away, taking note that you and Jimin would have to be a lot more responsible and have a lot more self-control.

“Ahh, I’m so tired,” you heard the voice of Jungkook say, waking you from your nap on the couch. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and looking at the members who quickly filed in.

“It’s so neat in here. Thank you, _____-noona~” Taehyung said, coming to you and leaning against you. You yawned and looked through the members until you made eye contact with your boyfriend. Jimin went immediately into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Jimin-ah, can I talk to you for a moment?” You said lightly while patting Taehyung’s head next to you. He turned to you, the water bottle still on his lips.

“Am I in trouble?”

You shook your head, and he smiled.

Taehyung leaned off of you so that you could get up and go to Jimin. As you two walked back to the room, you could hear the words of Yoongi saying, “hey… she didn’t cook? Does she think staying here is free?! I’m so hungry!”

“I missed you, jagiya. I wish you could’ve came to practice with us today.” Jimin said, wrapping his arms around you. You sighed and looked at his sweet face. He was such an angel.

“Jimin-ah,” you said, moving some of the hair out of his face. “Guess what I found in your pocket earlier?”

“Hmm?” He said, pouting a bit. “Did I leave my headphones in there? They didn’t get ruined by the wash, did they? I’ve been looking for them.”

“No, no,” you smiled. “I found a condom wrapper. The one from yesterday. Jimin, we have to be a lot more careful about when and where we have sex. Someone could’ve heard us at the company yesterday.”

While you were talking, Jimin’s face had flushed bright pink, and while it was adorable, you needed him to be serious at the moment.

“Seriously, Jimin. We were kind of loud, too. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone knew exactly what was happening.”

“I’m sorry,” he laughed, pulling you into a hug. “You just looked so beautiful, you know.” He said, pulling away and getting a good look at your face. “I couldn’t help myself. You would do the same if you would’ve seen yourself yesterday.”

You frowned. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t even dressed up nicely.”

“Exactly. You’re so beautiful that even your comfortable wear makes me too excited.”

You chuckled in his arms and kissed his lips. “You’re so sweet, Jimin. Come on, let’s go out there with the members. They’re probably ordering something to eat right now, and you have to tell them what you want to eat since last time they ordered without you-“

In the middle of your words, he pulled you into another kiss, cupping one warm hand under your chin as the other wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. You whimpered into the kiss briefly, being caught so off guard by the warmth of it. He pulled away and kissed you again and again, leaving soft pecks on your lips.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, finally pulling away and smiling at your flustered face. He kissed your lips again, and then your nose.

“J-Jimin, you can’t just kiss me like that. You have to at least warn me before you do that.” You said, breathing lightly.

“Why? Does it get you too excited?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“You’re being exceptionally rude today, Park Jimin.” You scoffed, making him laugh. He held your hand in his and sighed.

“You’re right, though. We should practice being more careful and quiet… and I’m sure the members don’t need me to help them order food…”

“I… no. Nope. Not now. Not today. Nope. It’s not happening. No sir. Nope.” You began to protest, turning away from him. He pulled you close again, pressing your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and whimpered in your ear.

“Jagiya~” he cooed, whining as he left warm kisses on your neck.

“Jimin, it’s a really bad idea.”

“What? I never have bad ideas. We need the practice. Come on…” He turned you in his arms, making you two eye to eye. He looked at you solemnly, keeping your eyes connected as he touch your stomach lightly underneath your shirt. His touch, as always, was comforting, warm, and it made you want his fingers all over your body.

“Come here,” he said, pulling your hand with him until you were both by the bed. The back of your knees hit the mattress, making you fall backwards onto the box spring.

His body hovered over yours quickly. He breathed lightly, pressing his lips to yours and shifting his hips against yours, causing both of you to groan slightly. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. He could tell by your dilated pupils that he had you now. Quickly, he gripped the rim of your leggings and pulled them down, exposing your legs. You placed your hands on your chest and felt your racing heartbeat. You were so nervous. It wouldn’t be the first time having sex while the members were around, but that didn’t make the nervousness in your stomach settle.

Jimin was really something else. When you were still getting to know him, you pinned him off as an awkward, yet extremely caring, person—which he still proved to be. However, when you two were like this, he always became so much more. He became intimate, focused, and irresistible.

“Don’t be so nervous, angel.” He hummed lightly, smiling sweetly at you. “We’ll go slowly to keep you calm. Okay? Don’t worry; they won’t hear us.”

“Are you sure?” You felt so worrisome. “I mean, we can only do it so many times without at least one of them figuring out what’s going-”

“Jimin-ah,” you heard a knock at the door, and covered your own mouth with a gasp.

“Hmm?” Jimin hummed, looking down at you and sighing.

“We’re ordering food.” Jin said through the door. “What do you want?”

“Um,” he said, sitting up and pulling off his shirt. “Something really delicious.”

“There’s lots of delicious foods on the menu. You have to pick something.”

You let out a small yelp as your boyfriend pulled you close to him and lifted your shirt over your head. “Honey chicken? Honey chicken sounds really good. Can I get that?”

“I guess.” At the silence behind the door, Jimin smiled and placed one hand in your underwear. You gasped as you felt his middle finger enter you.

“Oh, right!” Jin said through the door, making you cover your own mouth again. “___-ssi, what do you want to eat?”

“U-um,” you said shakily. “Honey chicken is fine for me, too!” You said quickly, and covered your mouth again. As you heard Jin’s footsteps depart from the door, you sighed, relaxing on the bed.

Jimin laughed before kissing you, and continuing to move his one long finger inside of you as you moaned lightly.

“It’s—it’s not funny.” You breathed, not liking to speak while he did this to you. You tended to get so winded and excited so easily, so using your breath unnecessarily made your head spin slightly.

“You’re so cute,” he said, his voice above a whisper. You couldn’t help but smile at him, reaching up to run a hand through his soft hair. He was just so handsome… you couldn’t help but to soak it all in. His lips were on yours quickly, leaving wet, slow kisses on your mouth as you felt mesmerized by him. Somewhere between the time of his kiss, he’d managed to undress himself and you completely, for you were so excited and high just by his lips that you didn’t even notice.

He pulled away briefly and leaned over to his nightstand, reaching for protection. You sat up as you watched him take the condom out of its wrapper and place it slowly on his erection. You would never admit to him how badly you wanted it at that very moment. He leaned back over you, kissing your neck and burying his head between the crook in your shoulder before letting your hips connect, and letting himself enter you. You both let out soft moans, you feeling a whirlwind of sensations in the pit of your stomach.

He began to slowly row his hips over yours, trying his best to go slow to keep you two from making any noise, only he was sorely mistaken, as the slower he went, the deeper he allowed himself, pushing against areas inside of you that you weren’t sure if he’d ever reached before. You gasped heavily before letting out a small squeak of a sound, making him look up at you.

“Am I… Am I going too… slow…?”

“No, no,” you cooed. “It’s fine. Keep going.”

He nodded, placing one hand on your hips, and continuing to move his body over yours. You felt your body relax completely on the bed, except for your hips, which moved in correlation with his. You began to moan lightly in rhythm with his movements, while his plump lips parted to take in air.

Surely, no one could hear you. You weren’t loud to the least degree. You were fine—

Jimin let out a quick moan as he sped up, making you clench onto his back, biting your lip to fight more moans.

“Jimin-ah,” you cooed, closing your eyes and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Should I slow down-“

“Please don’t!” You whimpered, threatening to cry out. You two had had sex countless times, yet the excitement and feel of it for some reason never died down. You were amazed and dazed by the feeling of it every single time.

He nodded, speeding up inside of you, losing himself in the way that you felt. You were both so immersed in the feeling of your love making; you couldn’t think of anything else but how incredible your body felt.

“Pl-please, Jimin-ah,” you panted, “I’m getting loud.”

He nodded, and pushed deeply in you. You gasped, and he thrust roughly into you again.

You let out choked moans, understanding that he was trying to let you both reach your peaks quickly to stop the moaning.

He gripped your waist roughly and the sound of his hips smacking against yours filled the room, and you both groaned as you felt your orgasm nearing.

“I’m gonna scream, I’m gonna scream,” you whined desperately, not able to stop your vocalization.

Jimin hurriedly covered your mouth and gave you final, rough thrust, making you moan out desperately into his hand as you came. The feeling of you clenching around him proving to be too much, he let out a long moan as his orgasm reached as well.

You both heaved heavily, your bodies intertwined together in warmth and sweat as you recovered from the moment you just shared.

“I… I was so loud.” You panted. He smiled lazily, kissing your cheek.

“You weren’t as loud as you think. Besides, they were probably watching TV or listening to music. I’m sure no one heard,” he said. You heard the doorbell sound.

“The food must be here. Let’s go eat.”

You all sat around the table, the aroma from the food wafting through the air. You and Jimin sat on opposite sides on the table sneaking glances at each other every now and then and smiling.

“Wow, ___,” Namjoon said as you ate your food. You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.


“You’re eating rather fast.” He said, a small smirk on his face. “I guess you worked up an appetite?” He said quietly in English, making your eyes grow wide.

“Can you pass me the kimchi, Jimin?” Yoongi asked, and looked down at his plate. “Pl-please, Jimin-ah! Pass me the kimchi.” He snickered, making the members sitting around the table laugh with him, and making both you and Jimin flush in utter embarrassment.

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Jin and V seriously hot taejin moment.

So I finally recovered from watching the mama Awards yesterday and I thought that THIS needs to be the first thing that was addressed.

I mean from Tae’s sexy walk up to jin

The abs flash at 0.15

Taehyung ruthlessly unleashed his sexy face on all of us. **feeling personally attacked**

V drops to his knees, unable to resist he nuzzled his face into Jin’s soft hair. V savored the familiar aroma as he reaches up to cover Jin’s eyes, while his long fingers caressed across the older man’s chest………dude! that is not fanfiction that happened.

V just basically collected all the Army panties and ran offstage into the night.

Originally posted by averageoppa

anonymous asked:

I love reading your opinions :) Any input on the Lance debate that seems to be happening on my dash?

I think I clearly expressed my opinion on $troll with my post yesterday. He’s an alright driver, but has definitely failed to positively impress me.

Also, they need to stop showing his onboard bc I’m gonna get motion sickness. He keeps wiggling around, and he definitely needs to take this seriously and up his training regimen.

If Singapore were to happen tomorrow, I don’t think he’d be able to finish the race.


Save Me - Chapter 53

As Jared finished his conversation with Shannon, I pulled my computer onto my lap and logged into my email looking for a reply email from my assistant. I was hopeful but couldn’t help but wonder how far I was willing to go to stay here if things didn’t go my way. How much am a willing to put on the line?

Lost in what I was doing, I didn’t hear Jared end his phone call. It wasn’t until I felt his warm hand on my shoulder that I realized he was done and sitting next to me.

“Everything okay, you seem really lost in what your doing..” He said.

Smiling back up to him, I said, “No, I’m fine, just trying to see if I got that reply yet. I’m just anxious to just get it and be done, know what I mean?”

Just as we were talking there was a knock at the door. Room Service…

“I do. No worries, baby girl, it’s going to work out. You keep looking and I’m going to get the door. That’s breakfast.” He said as I quickly replied ‘ok’…my head already back down to continue digging through my email.

Even if I could stay back for the rest of the week, I did have work to do. It wouldn’t be a total vacation from life. But, I was okay with that and I’m sure Jared would be also. He seems like a workaholic too.

Breakfast smelled amazing as the cart rolled in. Jared had the waiter set it up on the dining room table. Getting up from my seat on the couch and walking over to the table I saw tea already in our teacups, croissants, toast, a huge bowl of berries, Greek yogurt, granola and cereal. It was a breakfast feast! The table looked amazing, HE was amazing.

“I’m almost afraid to ask but how did you know I eat Greek yogurt, berries and granola everyday for breakfast?” I asked.

Before he could even answer, yesterday morning dawned on me. He walked in right behind room service and saw everything. The degree at which he pays attention to the littlest detail becomes more unnerving every single time something like this happens.

“Don’t answer that… I already know.” I said with a chuckle, rolling my eyes at him.

In all seriousness though, I loved it. I loved that he knew what I’d like and ordered for me. That it was taken care of. That I didn’t need to decide. THIS is what I was talking about and I was in heaven as we sat down.

“No response yet?” Jared asked.

“It’s probably there, I just haven’t come across it yet. I had another matter come up that I got caught up in. I’m sorry. As soon as we’re done, I’ll keep searching for it.”

“Good. As soon as we get confirmation then I’m going to email everything to Emma. She’ll change our reservation here then start working on the flights.” Jared explained.

“Really, you don’t gave to do that. I can just have my assistant take care of them for me.” I said.

I didn’t want to burden Emma with figuring out flights for me. Especially since it wasn’t going to be easy. It’s not like planning a flight schedule into major airports, some of these connecting flights were to some of the poorest places in Africa. On top of that, I didn’t want to add to her workload, though I’m only assuming, it was pretty hefty already based on what I’ve seen.

“I said, I’d handle it, baby girl.” He said as he stopped eating, putting his piece of toast down and folding his fingers under his chin.

I overstepped again, just like with the robe. It wasn’t a request, he was just keeping me in the loop as to what he was doing. He didn’t take my help as I meant it. He said he’d take care of it. He’d take care of me. End of story.

Not So Secret Admirer

Originally posted by chatoyance

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Not So Secret Admirer

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Hi! Could you do an imagine with Warren where he knows you like him and he likes you too and he knows you’re shy, so he acts all flirty and affectionate until you’re finally like what’s up bro and he’s like I like you too.

Note: Awwwwwwww Warrennnn

Warnings: None?

“(Y/N)?” Warren asked, walking under your favorite tree in the courtyard. You weren’t there. But something of yours was. Your journal was sitting in the grass, wide open. You must have left in a rush, or perhaps it fell out of your bag.

Warren knelt down and picked it up. Written on the page in blue ink was your latest entry from earlier this afternoon.

‘I don’t know how much longer I can act like he’s just my friend. We went swimming yesterday and he was shirtless. I almost died. Seriously. I nearly melted into a puddle right then and there. God, if Warren ever knew I liked him…I need to get over this crush. It’s never going to happen. I’m not his type.

A smirk pulled at Warren’s lips. Now that he knew you liked him too, it was time to make his move.


It started in the Danger Room. It was a standard drill. A simulation.

An explosion erupted near you. You ran, and you would have been able to evade the blast on your own, but before you could, Warren swooped by and picked you up in his strong arms.

“I could have made it, you know,” you smirked, giving his forehead a little shove. He laughed.

“Couldn’t risk you getting hurt, now could I?” He touched down just as the simulation ended.

“You can, uh, you can put me down, Warren,” You gently reminded him. He blushed.

“Right. Sorry.” He set you down gently. “Hey (Y/N), have you seen the new Star Wars?”

“Yeah, why?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, well, I haven’t. So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go with me. But if you don’t want to, that’s cool too, I just thought-”

“I’d like that, Warren.”


“Yeah,” You nodded. “I don’t have plans tonight.”

“Meet me in the front room at 8.” Warren told you, kissing your cheek before flying off. You slowly brought your hand to the skin his lips had touched, blushing bright red. Jubilee walked over, smiling.

“What’s up with him?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ve never seen him act so flirty in my entire life,” Jubilee laughed. “That was cute. Really cute.”

“You think he likes me?”

“I’d say so. I mean, he’s not my type, but if you’re into the whole rocker thing, I guess.”

“I am,” you sighed. He turned and winked at you before leaving the danger room. You were surprised you didn’t melt into a puddle right then and there.


You walked down the stairs into the main room at exactly 8 o’clock. Warren inhaled a breath as he watched you. He had never seen you in a dress before. But God, you looked good. He had a single rose in his hand and was wearing a leather jacket.

“Wow, you look…you look amazing.” he smiled, his heart racing. “This is for you.”

“Thanks,” you tucked the flower behind your ear. Warren took your hand and led you out the door.


After the movie, you and Warren walked back through the courtyard of the Mansion. He stopped you in front of the fountain. A cold breeze swept by and you shivered. Warren took off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders before you could say a word.

“Warren,” you looked up at him.


“What’s up with you today?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re never this affectionate,” You told him. His hand grazed your cheek and his face inched closer and closer to yours.

“You don’t like it?”

“I never said that,” you laughed.

“Can I tell you something?”


“I uh, I found your diary this afternoon.”

“You what?” Your eyes widened. “You weren’t supposed to read that. Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be creepy or-”

“No, I’m sorry.” Warren grabbed your shoulders. “I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy. But um,” he smirked. “I’m kind of glad I did.”

“Why’s that?”

“I didn’t know you wanted to kiss me so bad,” He laughed. You smiled punching him lightly.

“Shut up, hot shot.”

“Do you still want that kiss?” he asked, looming over you and taking a step closer. When you looked into his eyes, you could tell he meant it. You closed your eyes. He held your face and pressed his lips against yours, his wings closing around you. “And for the record, I really like you too.”

“I figured.” you laughed.

“You look really good in my jacket,” he smirked, kissing your forehead. “You should wear it more often.”

“How about tomorrow afternoon? Picnic on the lawn?”

“It’s a date.”

thy kingdom come

guess what y’all! I finally finished the The-Alliance-Retakes-Coruscant fic that’s been sitting on the backburner since April!! The Jacen fic is aaaalmost done (ish - going on over 10k now), but I suddenly was overcome and needed to finish this trash. It’s un-proofread and probably not my best work but eh, who cares, deliciously hurt/comfort-y and you all know how vital that dumpster material is. Enjoy!

They retake Coruscant on her birthday.

(Their birthday; and she has always found it an odd coincidence until it turned out to be no coincidence at all.)

It’s ironic in a triumphant, vengeful sense – standing atop the rubble of a collapsing Empire on the anniversary of its birth, the first major step to purging the galaxy of its corruption and oppression.

Leia sits on the blaster-charred steps of the Imperial Palace and tries not to think of everything that she has left behind. There is ash smudging her face and sweat drying on her neck and her braids are a tangled bunch at the base of her neck, her fingers clutching the blaster in her lap so tightly that her knuckles are white and her nails purple.

Comms went down after the first team successfully made its way into the central communication tower (that was the plan) and the first circle of defense had been eliminated, the sounds of screeching TIEs and alarm claxons and the whine of the X-Wings that made up Rogue Squadron playing background to their efforts. Comms went down and suddenly there was no contact with the ‘fleet in the atmosphere, no contact with the pilots taking out the ion canons and no contact with High Command and no contact with the Falcon or –

(That wasn’t the plan, and thinking back on it she doesn’t think that she has breathed properly once from the moment Luke tossed his communicator to the ground with a frustrated noise, four hours ago; to the crunching of his footsteps on the rubble lining the steps beside her, just now.)

(She still isn’t breathing.)

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Hyuga Headcanon 2 -byakugan-
  • Hiashi: Lord Seventh, you don't need to yell, I can hear you.
  • Hiashi: Pssshhhaw, yeah right! You and I both know that--
  • Himawari: Graaaaandpaaaaaa....will you play with me?
  • Naruto: RUN! She put my chakra points outta commission yesterday!
  • Hiashi: What?! She can't--
  • (128 trigrams 64 palms)
  • Hiashi: [counters every move]
  • [Hiashi knocks out Himawari]
  • Hiashi: Okay, looks like we'll have to train her. Shit be scary, son.
  • Naruto: Seriously.
  • Hiashi: Wait...she knocked you out?!
  • Naruto: YES!
  • Hiashi: (keikaku doori)
Not a Real Werewolf Part 2

Stiles Stilinski x Reader. Ft Theo being sneaky asshole
Part two of this imagine.
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Warnings: some swearing.
Requested by @caitsymichelle13


“So you know this guy?” I whispered to Stiles as we leaned against the Jeep in the school parking lot.

He hesitated. “Not exactly. I mean, I used to. Scott and I used to go to school with him but he moved between third and fourth grade. He seems really different now though, almost like a different person.”

“What you’re telling me is that this Theo isn’t the Theo you know?” I clarified.

He nodded once. “Something just seems really off about him. I don’t know what it is but he’s just different. He’s weird.”

I squinted up at him. “Your best friend is a werewolf and your girlfriend can do things that humans should not be able to do.”

Stiles shrugged. “Yeah, but I don’t just mean like, supernaturally. I mean his personality. He seems off.”

“Also, speaking of things I should not be able to do as a normal human, there was another incident this morning.” I began.

He looked at me expectantly.

“Okay, so, I was running late this morning and I didn’t have one of my shoes tied so I tripped when I was going down the stairs and I may or may not have caught myself on air and levitated the rest of the way down.” I explained.

“Levitated? Actually levitated? As in floating in midair?”

I nodded. “Well, kind of. Honestly it felt like something was holding me up. You know those chambers with the huge fans that people go into and it simulates skydiving or whatever? It kind of felt like that but more calm. It was like there was air pushing up against me and holding me there.”

“Is it just me or have you been having more incidents than normal in the past few days?” He asked.

“Truth is… More stuff started happening the moment he got into town.” I jerked my chin in Theo’s direction.

“Do you think he’s doing something?”

I shook my head. “I think the supernatural part of me knows that something’s wrong with him and it’s a way of preparing or warning me about him. It’s like my… My powers are getting stronger. I’ve been uneasy ever since he got here but I didn’t know why.”

Stiles didn’t say anything, he just stared at the pavement and thought about something.

“I have an idea.” I said a few moments later.

His eyes snapped up. “Good. Because I don’t.”

“Introduce me to him, like, officially. I know who he is and he knows who I am but we don’t really know each other. If you introduce me maybe I can get a better feel of him, of what he wants.”

He almost laughed. “You’re joking, right? I’m not introducing you to a potentially psychopathic werewolf.”

“You said the same thing when I wanted to meet Derek.” I reminded. “And things with him went perfectly fine.”

“He threatened to kill you after you said some really insensitive things about a fire.”

I sighed. “It’s not my fault no one warned me that his entire family was killed in a fire until after I threatened to burn his house down. Anyways, we moved past it and he ended up looking out for me whenever you or Scott couldn’t. He saved my life more than once.”

Before Stiles could respond, someone called out my name. I noticed Stiles’ jaw clench and turned around to see Theo approaching.

I tensed up immediately and heard Stiles speak very quietly into my ear. “Don’t tell him anything about you.”

“Good thing I don’t know anything about myself to begin with.” I muttered in response.

Theo had finally reached us and he smiled at me. “You must be Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

He stuck his hand out and I reluctantly shook it.

“Nice to meet you too.” I said, plastering a fake smile onto my face. “Stiles told me that you used to go to school with him and Scott.”

He nodded. “Yeah, we were all pretty close.”

I smiled again. “Aw, how sweet. You know, Theo, if you’ve got any embarrassing childhood stories of my boyfriend, I’m all ears.”

He laughed. “I’ll definitely let you know if I think of any really good ones.”

I giggled and thanked him.

“Hey, so, there’s a reason I wanted to talk to you.” He said in a more serious tone.

“And what would that be?” I asked.

“Math, actually. My pre-calc grade could be better and Malia said you’re kind of a genius. I was hoping you could tutor me sometime.”

I was surprised at first before realizing he probably had a different motive. Regardless, I decided to play along. “Yeah, sure! Do you have a free period?”

He nodded. “Third hour.”

“Perfect! Meet in the library third hour and I’ll help you figure things out.” I said cheerfully.

Theo thanked me before walking back towards the school.

“He’s trying to trick you.” Stiles said.

I smirked. “He’s doing a shitty job of it because I’m going to trick him.”

“And what do you intend to do?” He asked.

I smiled up at him. “Theo’s new in town, I’m sure he could use a friend. It’s always nice to have someone to talk to.”

“And do you really think you’re going to get much out of him? I’m fairly sure he’s smart enough to keep his mouth shut.”

“When did I ever say he was going to tell me anything? I don’t need him to tell me anything, I just need him to fuck up for a fraction of a second. The smallest slips here or there will pile up over time. Subliminally, all criminals want to be caught. Theo is no different. He’ll screw up just enough that I’ll be able to figure him out.” I explained.

The first bell rang so I grabbed Stiles hand and pulled him towards the building. He trailed behind slightly. “It’s honestly so hot when you do that.”

“Do what?” I giggled.

“When you do and say smart things. It’s probably one of the most attractive things about you.” He admitted.

“Thanks.” I blushed.


(Third Period)

“Okay, you’ve got the easy part down. Now comes the harder part. Factorials were nothing, now you need to take what you know about factorials and apply it to permutations and combinations.” I said.

“What’s the difference between a permutation and a combination?” He asked.

“In permutations, the order of a selection matters. In combinations, order is irrelevant.” I explained. “Did you take notes over the different formulas?”

He flipped to a different page in his notebook. “I wrote it down but I don’t understand it.”

“Okay, Let’s take a look at permutations first. The n in this formula is the number of items in a set, the k is how many objects from the set. So your formula is nPk = n! over (n - k)! =…”

I trailed off at the sound of the bell ringing. “Shit, I’ve gotta get to gym.”

“Wait, what about my pre-calc?” Theo asked.

“Meet me back here after school and I’ll finish explaining.” I said, stuffing my books into my bag and slinging it over my shoulder before running out of the library.

I didn’t notice the fact that I’d moved inhumanly fast until it was too late and I was already halfway to the locker room. Theo must’ve noticed that I was far too fast.

Somehow, I didn’t see Theo for the rest of the day. He never passed me in the halls and he didn’t show up at the library.

I walked home after having waited for him in the library for nearly half an hour. When I arrived at my house, I was surprised to find that neither of my adoptive parents were home.

Usually one of them was at home but the anomaly was explained when I walked into the kitchen to find a note stuck to the front of the fridge. “Drove Aunt Leslie to a doctor’s appointment! There’s some cash on the table if you want to order pizza. Your dad will be home around 8! Love you, Mom.”

I tossed the note in the trash after reading it and headed up to my bedroom to get started on my homework.

As I climbed the stairs, a strange feeling came over me. I knew I wasn’t alone. I approached my bedroom door quietly before finally kicking it open and using all of my strength to fling my bookbag at the figure standing my window.

“Ow! Jesus christ, Y/N! What the hell was that for?”

“Stiles, what in the fuck are you doing in my room? Why didn’t you tell me? Where the fuck is your jeep? Are you okay?”

He rubbed the spot on his back where my bag had slammed into him. “I thought I would surprise you! I parked around the corner in case Jess and Mark showed up. Why did you throw your bag at me?”

“Because I thought you were an intruder!” I shouted.

“Woah, what are your eyes doing?” He asked, stepping closer to me.

“What do you mean? They’re not doing anything except maybe glaring at you for creeping in my room.” I said.

He shook his head, his eyes trained on mine and his hand gently twisting my head from side to side. “They keep… Flashing. One second they’re normal and the next they’re white.”

“Yeah, Stiles, eyes have whites.”

“No, I mean, completely white. No irises, no pupils, just white. What does that mean? What are you?”

I sighed. “We’ve been trying to find that out for like two years, Stiles. I’ve made no more discoveries than you have.”

“We should tell Scott.” Stiles pulled his phone from his pocket.

I grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No, wait!”

“Ow.” He said, looking pointedly at my hand. “And since when did you get so strong?”

I released his wrist. “Sorry. I don’t… I don’t know. I moved really fast earlier when I was leaving the library. Inhumanly fast. I almost broke the lock on my locker earlier as well. And I managed to open a jar of pickles by myself yesterday.”

He laughed at the last part. “A jar of pickles? Truly astonishing.”

“Okay, but like, seriously. I don’t know what’s happening but I think I need to figure out who my birth parents are and more importantly, what they are. I mean, is…. Is this something I got from one of them?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, Y/N. But things are happening, you’re getting stronger in more ways than one. We need to figure out what you are so that you can learn to control it.”

“And what if I can’t?” I breathed. “What if I hurt you?”

Stiles pulled me into his arms. “I’ll forgive you.”

I was about to kiss his cheek when I pulled away. “I’ll go get the door,”

He cocked his head to the side. “Why do you need to go get the door? There’s no one here.”

A moment later, the doorbell rang.

His eyes widened. “Okay, what the fuck?”

Part 3

Okay, so while I was writing this I had the idea to sort of rewrite these first two parts and repost them in a different order and make this into a proper series. Let me know if you guys like the idea or not!!

Another Phandom Dispute

Okay so all I’m seeing is people really feeling sorry for Dan. And I feel like you guys are seriously overreacting.

Dan is a grown man. Pete is a grown man. What happened was completely justified and nothing was “cruel”. If you’d bother to watch Dan’s reaction, you’d know Dan was just embarrassed because he was prank called, like any other person would have been. But Dan is fine, and you shouldn’t be fussing over him. The man is nearly 24, he will be okay.

Pete was acting. Pete was making a prank call. Pete was good at keeping serious the whole time. I was impressed, not pissed. Pete didn’t do anything mean or cruel, it was a PRANK.

Dan also works at Radio One. The people working there know him. Grimmy knows Dan, and I don’t think he would have had Pete call Dan if Dan seriously couldn’t handle it. What he got from Dan was a healthy moderate dose of embarrassment. If Pete had pranks anyone else, they would have reacted the same way.

In Dan’s live show yesterday, the call had already happened. Dan was fine. I can promise you that our awkward meme king was perfectly fine. Again, 24 years old. Dan is a grown-ass man, this is no different then when you people treat Phil like a child.

Dan will probably still have to address this because you guys are completely ignorant sometimes. Remember the mob? Not actually a mob. You guys need to find your chill, because right now I can see why people really dislike the phandom.

Again, Dan is fine and Pete did nothing wrong. Please grow up.

I’ve been fucking obsessing over that Berenstein bears post since the moment it came on my dashboard.

All day, I was calling up friends and talking to my mom and dad and everyone I talked to definitely remember it being “BerenSTEIN” and not “Berenstain”. I explained to them that the “berenstein” spelling never existed (at least in this reality). They’re all pretty freaked out too.

Even my father, mr. skeptic is like “I’m not a huge believer in the supernatural, but I will admit that is pretty odd.”

Mom and I even drove to the library to see a physical copy of a book and sure enough, there were two old books on the shelf, both with the title “Berenstain”.

I’ve always been able to find answers to the things in life that initially, I can’t explain or things that confuse me.

But this… there’s no way this is just a mass misread.

There is no logical explanation for it and it is fucking me up.

I’m probably going to need to just force myself to stop thinking about it at some point, this is the kind of shit that seriously drive people out of their minds.

I just cannot wrap my head around it…

I’ve been on-edge and paranoid since reading it yesterday and I just haven’t stopped thinking about it all day and night.

What fucking happened. I just want someone to come along and tell me exactly what happened or explain how it was just a big misunderstanding, somehow, someway…

Dear Clexakru

This is gonna be lengthy, but I hope you read till the end. I’m Gera. I’ve been a part of “LGBT fans deserve better” movement since day one, and I’ve been supporting everything, but right now I have to step away. This has nothing to do with in fandom fighting, at least, not completely. It is a personal matter. What is happening right now is becoming a huge trigger for me. My mental condition operates in a way where I am of no danger to myself; but I might be of danger to people around me, people I’ve learned to care for and don’t want to hurt and push away. I’m sorry I have to step away, but I have to take care of my mental health. I will also be taking a week (or more) off tumblr and when I come back, I’ll only come back to regular ship stuff, and I will continue to write Clexa sin Lexark and regularly update my fics, just not on tumblr. Anything that gets posted on my blog in the next week is a queue, much like this post is.

I’m not leaving without a final word, however. Please, read this.

1. my personal opinion: @lgbtfans have their own agenda that’s not compliant with the movement right now. The Lexa Pledge, while good in theory, was executed as shadily as the trademark. First, they keep going behind our backs, behind the backs of people who comprise the whole movement, and decide everything for us. Me and several tumblr users have publicly, repeatedly and politely asked them to explain. What we got was radio silence and rushed explanations that continued to evade simple questions and felt far too much like a certain apology from a certain showrunner. The Lexa Pledge to me seemed like one of the most emotionally manipulative moves I have ever seen. It also felt like a cover-up and a silencing technique. Most importantly, it is much more something that protects the writers and producers who sign it, than it protects the fandoms and people they are signing it for. I do not trust lgbtfans. I suggest you don’t blindingly trust them, either. Continue to ask valid questions, because right now, an anonymous group of people is trying to legally represent a social movement while continuing to ignore the voices of that social movement and it is far from okay in my book.

2. But, while this whole trademark thing is happening, don’t forget who the real enemy is. Focus, Jesus Christ, I beg you all to focus. Billboards need to happen like, yesterday. Kidding. But it is becoming urgent. The show is slowly gaining in viewers thanks to a new co-showrunner and support from William Shatner who has a fan base of his own. It started to trend again. Those are definite signs that they are gaining strength, and if we do want to achieve our short-term goal, which is holding JRoth and the network accountable, we seriously need to focus. You. You seriously need to focus, because due to the state of my mental health, I can’t be involved with the movement anymore.

3. Which brings me to this. Arguably the most important point. Hit the sponsors, and hit them hard. We’ve lost the momentum in trending. This is something we need to admit. But I have faith in you and I trust you to not lose steam now. Trending is only one means. You still have Thursdays. Meanwhile, do not forget about the sponsors. Shoot them an e-mail every day, I’m not kidding. Right now, if we want to burn this show - and I want that after what they’ve done to me and after I was forced to change my monthly therapy to bi-weekly (and I have a feeling it’s gonna become weekly again next time I see my therapist) - we need to make the sponsors leave.

4. Which brings me to here. The sponsors won’t leave unless there’s bad publicity for them. Which means there has to be negative publicity for the 1OO and the network. Choose the next trends with The CW name in it, for the love of God. You have very little time left. I’m not gonna coddle you. Im done coddling you guys. I’m telling you things as they are. You are losing. The show won’t even be reduced to a limited number of episodes with the rate we are going right now. However, if you don’t shut up about the network and actually call them out publicly, sponsors will be forced to notice and will be forced to leave. Link Forbes article in your tweets. I can’t link anything right now, I hope someone will help you with that while I’m off tumblr.

5. Don’t shut up. Keep making noise. The longer you continue, the harder it will be to ignore you. And unite. It’s a disarray right now.

6. If you’d like to keep contact with me (since right now I’m not even sure if I will even come back to tumblr at all), you may send me a message and we will work something out.

7. I’m sorry it has to be this way. I guess, in a way, my fight is over. I will contribute to the movement in the long term, by writing wlw stories that I hope one day make it to your TV screens. But short term is just as important, and in that sense, your fight is far from over.Fight for me, Clexakru, for I am too weak to do so myself. I really am sorry. I wish you all tremendous luck. And for what it’s worth, I still believe in you.

May we meet again.

Amnesia Part 3 (Luke Hemmings Fanfic)

Part 1
Part 2

After spending a few days with the boys and getting to know them again I started to feel comfortable around them. I would even go as afar to say I wasn’t surprised by their random half nakedness anymore. Its like they planned it. Take yesterday for instance I was chilling on the couch watching TV minding my own business when Luke strolled out in just a towel on, claiming he was hungry and needed a sandwich. Then Calum sat beside me in only his boxers. I thought that was it until Ashton came in shirtless after his workout. “Where is Michael?” but I asked too soon, he came sauntering in just sweats. “Seriously, guys?” was all I said. The first time it happened I nearly had heart failure. I’m pretty sure I went as red as a tomato. Enjoying my discomfort Calum even asked if I would like to “join the party” to which I went redder and Luke hit him. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t appreciate that because I did.

I was doing my usual think, sitting on the couch, when Luke waked in.

“grab a jacket we are going for a walk.” I eagerly obliged, snatching my coat and following him out the door. I was excited to spend more time with him. After the day in the woods we were closer. He didn’t feel like a stranger any more. We talked for hours, asking question, trying to get to know him again. I’ll admit, it was mostly I asking questions but he isn’t the one whose brain betrayed them and deleted a part of their life.

“Where are we going today?” I ask.

“You will just have to wait and see.”

“At least tell me what the place signifies.”

“Fine but that is all you are getting. We are going to the place were we met for a second time.” He gave me no clue as to where we were going.

“Was it a date?”

“No, we actually hadn’t even planned on meeting up.”

“Did I stalk you or did you stalk me.” I joked raising an eyebrow.

“It would have been a pleasure to have been stalked by you but I don’t thing so.” He laughs, scrunching up him nose.

“So where are we going?” I repeated.

“Not yet, princess.” I don’t know why but I liked having Luke call me princess. I know for a fact though if anyone else attempted it I would ring his or her neck.

“Did you use to call me princess?” I enquired. I was slightly embarrassed by asking but it kind of just slipped out of my mouth.

“Yeah, sometimes. Why?”

“It just feels normal, if I knew what normal was.” This earned me a smile. Every time I saw that smile I think my heart skipped a beat and it slightly scared me. I clearly felt something for Luke, I couldn’t deny it to myself anymore but that block in my brain was holding me back from him. My head and my heart were at war. My heart remembered him but my brain didn’t and that really bothered me.

We walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence. We ended up at a football pitch. “We bumped into each other here?”

“Well technically not this pitch but yes we meet again at a football pitch.” Luke picked a ball up from behind one of the benches. “It was a really hot summers day and me and the boys were chilling, playing a bit of football.” We started kicking the ball back and forward between us.

“Where do I fit into this?”

“Patience princess.” He used that nickname again. I think it was for my benefit. “Do you know you use to get really annoyed when I called you princess.”

“Really? I feel if it was anyone else I would kill them but if sounds nice coming from you.”

“Do you think its because you are starting to remember? He asked hopefully.

“Maybe, I don’t know but I hope so.” I don’t know had started to become part of me. It was all I ever seemed to be saying

“You were sitting on one of the benches reading a book, I think it was harry potter but to be honest I wasn’t really focusing on the book that day. I tried everything to get your attention but your refused to look my way.”

“Did you call my name?”

“Okay maybe not everything but I didn’t want to seem like I was trying too hard but I so was.”

“What happened next?” I kicked the ball back to him.

“You looked at me.” He smiled triumphantly.

“Was it romantic.” I laughed.

“Actually no, Calum kicked the ball and it hit my head.” He paused. “That did however cause you to run over to see if I was okay.”

“That is actually hilarious.” I broke my shit laughing.

“Funny, you seemed to think the exact same think that day too.”  He deadpanned. “It’s not my fault you distract me.”

“I am very sorry for the inconvenience.” I tried and failed to hold back my laughter.

“That’s when I asked you out on a date.”

“And I said yes?”

“You said yes.” I beam glad I finally guessed something, even if it was simple, right.

“Where did we go on our first date?”

“You really do have no patience.” He laughed, placing an arm around my shoulder. “You will just have to wait unlike next time princess.”


Sweet Sixteen- Chapter 28


Vic and I pulled up to school the next day. I hadn’t yet told him about what happened with Dan and Parsons yet. I hadn’t seen Vic until this morning and it didn’t seem like the right time to bring it up, but mostly I wanted to try and figure this out on my own. Vic was too busy trying to protect his business so I knew that he wouldn’t be much help because he was too biased about that. So, I decided to wait until after I’ve tried to talk to Ashton and Dan today. Vic hadn’t asked anything about Parsons anyway, so I figured he didn’t care that much

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No Country for Black Men

Let’s be clear. This country wasn’t built for black people like me and my family and friends. It was built for white men and continues to serve their interests.

The Second Amendment gives white people the right to carry assault rifles in public but does not allow black people the right to even look at a gun without incurring suspicion from the white gaze. It’s become (and perhaps was designed to be) another racist tool to suppress black people.

I wrote a Huffington Post article two years ago: Does The Second Amendment Only Apply To White People? I wrote it after John Crawford was shot in a Walmart in Ohio for looking, just looking, at a BB gun on the shelves. Then Levar Jones was shot for obeying police orders to get his ID from his car in South Carolina.Then Tamir Rice was killed for playing with a toy gun in a park in Cleveland. And then hundreds of other black people have been killed by the police in the past two years. And this week Alton Sterling was killed in Baton Rouge and police used a gun as an excuse to execute him at point-blank range. And now Philando Castile, a licensed gun owner, was shot and killed by police in Minnesota after he told police he was going to reach for his ID. Police even shot through the car while Philando’s girlfriend and a child were seated inside. This is reckless disregard for the lives of black people.

But already, I hear the police apologists justifying these two murders with all the familiar, predictable arguments.

  • They’re just isolated incidents.
  • What about “black-on-black crime?
  • We don’t know all the facts.
  • It’s just a statistical probability that some people are going to be killed during police encounters.

At what point do white people stop making excuses and start taking our complaints seriously? When four Americans who volunteered to serve in a dangerous war zone were killed in Benghazi, Libya, Congress spent millions of dollars, held 33 hearings and issued 13 reports to find out what happened. But when hundreds of black people are killed in the streets in our own country, we hear nothing. If only our leaders cared as much about black lives in America as they do about 4 people killed in Benghazi.

Just yesterday, a prominent public figure asked why we need to have a BET, an NAACP and HBCUs. Well, it’s because white America doesn’t value our lives. They don’t value our economic well-being. They don’t value our health. They don’t value our education. If they did, they would have done something centuries ago, or even decades ago, or years ago, to eliminate the glaring and persistent disparities in opportunities for blacks and whites in America. But we’re taught to treat the abnormal as normal, as though there’s nothing wrong with a society where the black unemployment rate is always twice as high as the white unemployment rate, and where black people are less likely to have health care coverage, less likely to attend good schools, less likely to have access to affordable housing. We’re supposed to assume that all those things are the result of our own failings as a people instead of acknowledging their connection to a long and sordid history of slavery, segregation and state-sanctioned racial discrimination

The open-ended murder of black people stems from the cultural devaluation of blackness and the dominant belief system of white supremacy. Even when other people of color, including other black people, commit acts of violence against us, it too reflects the influence of the dominant belief system that devalues our existence. Until we attack and destroy every vestige of that belief system, more of us — black men and black women, black gay, straight and transgender people, black poor people and even black rich people — will die at the hands of white supremacy.


How does Adrien go from like signing autographs on his first day (Origins 2), to whenever many day/weeks/months later, when he absolutely hates it? (in the Dark Cupid episode)
…Is there like a backstory….Does he say something? Does Chloé happen? I seriously wanna know how he went from “Let me sign EVERYTHING =^_^=“ to “I hate this, get this thing out of my face”.
Need it…..Like yesterday need it.
-(do we still need to tag the origins as spoilers?)-