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Happy Earth Day/March for Science!

I hope that all of you who wanted to were able to attend and support the worldwide March for Science today. I’m so incredibly proud of the scientific community, both scientists and science supporters alike, for pulling together today to stand up for our right to testable, provable knowledge.

As someone working an Earth Day event today, I had to support from the sidelines, but I believe that the combination of well-planned marches and genuine, honest care from our communities made something big happen today. Even at our little Earth Day event, we had over four times our average number of participants. Many of them stated that they would be attending other Earth Day events through the day, and the March for Science in our area.

This gives me hope that people do see the importance of being allowed to find and test facts, of encouraging curious, questioning, and critical-thinking mindsets, and using what we learn about the world around us to inform our policy-making decisions. It also gives me hope that our government representatives will see this, and help us to better prepare for and respond to changes in our climate, our energy systems, our public health and well-being, and all of the other challenges we face as local, national, and global communities.

Thank you to everyone who participated today, and thank you in advance for continuing to push for improved science support. Today is not the end of our movement, but the starting point for our further work. Let’s keep this moving, all together.

sataeminism  asked:

my bet is that taem's upcoming jpn concept will be Mass Murder we're all gonna die

thank god I can always trust taemin to bring those concepts we really need. Thanks taemin for finally fulfilling my wish to Die i cant wait to see how it plays out


“We all knew it was a risk. Look it was somebody’s truth. And it becomes your responsibility as an artist to step into the shoes of other people. And help shine a light on somebody else’s journey and other people’s stories. And we all knew the importance of Moonlight,. Upon reading it, we all had really strong visceral reactions to the project and i’m really pleased that people have responded this way to our film.” -  Mahershala Ali, winner of Best Supporting Actor for Moonlight, attends the 89th Annual Academy Awards on February 26, 2017.


Originally posted by geezerwench

Originally posted by mrstane

Request: Imagine your Jax’s best friend and your back in town and he begs you to stay.

I decided to make this long instead of breaking it into parts, its 10,000+ words, let me know what you all think!

 Sorry I’m not writing as often,but please be patient and I’ll get there. Thank you for all your support. I hope you enjoy this. xx


“Jackson Nathaniel Teller get your ass back here right now!”
Jax froze midstep and hung his head whilst you fought to keep the smug smile off your face as you slowly crept forwards.
“You too, (Y/F/N), (Y/L/N)!”
A groan left your lips and slowly in sync, both of you turned to face the wrath of Gemma Teller.
She stood in the doorway of her house, hands on her hips, elbows out, and an angry flint in her eyes.
Jax sighed and nudged you with his elbow.
You exchanged a dreaded glance with him and together you walked towards his mother.
“Either of you little shits wanna tell me why i have three missed calls from the principal?”
Gemma said, her voice stern and her eyes burnt through the both of you.
Even on a good day, you knew better than to mess with Gemma, and today was definitely not a good day.
“It was nothing, Gem.” You said and fluttered your eyelashes pleadingly, hoping that your puppy-dog effect might rub off on her. Of course it didn’t work. This was Gemma Teller, after all.
Gemma raised her eyebrows at you and her gaze lingered on you before she glanced at her son.
Jax sighed and rubbed his hand through his thick blonde hair.
“It was nothing Ma. Just some kids getting smart. We handled it.”
Gemma stared him down with pursed lips till he looked at his feet and Gemma leant against the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Who threw the first punch?” She asked.
You looked at Jax and he met your eye before his infamous smirk spread across his lips.
“She did.” Jax said and nodded towards you.
His mother glanced you over and reached her hands towards you.
She grasped her hands either side of your face and leant close before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Good girl.” She said.
You grinned and Jax laughed beside you.
“Now get your ass home before I have your parents calling me too.”
You nodded and waved goodbye to Gemma.
Jax threw his arm over your shoulder and walked along side you as you walked down the driveway., the afternoon sun shining down on you between the trees.
“I told you she wouldn’t be mad.” Jax said and you scoffed and laughed.
“You think I was worried? You shoulda seen your face!” You teased and Jax laughed too.
Both of you walked along the pavement as the sun shined down on you, teasing each other and laughing as he walked you home.
Eventually you stopped outside your house and you could both see your father, peering out at you through the gap in the curtains.
You rolled your eyes and turned to Jax.
“See you tomorrow?”
“Me and Ope will pick you up.” He confirmed.
You nodded and smiled at your best friend and he smiled back, the same smile that made your heart swoon.
And you walked into your house, leaving a sixteen year old Jax Teller on the street, watching after you and hoping that maybe one day his best friend would be his old lady.

You had grown up in Charming, born and raised and you loved the little town and all its unique quirks.
The sun was always shining, the weather was always warm and the towns people were always smiling. Well, almost always..
It was the roar of motorcycles flooding down Main Street that changed their faces from happy and content smiles to disapproving frowns and glares.
The Sons of Anarchy had always done their part in Charming, helping out at fundraisers and the town knew they could rely on the club when times got tough. Yet they often seemed to forget that, and seemed to focus on the danger that emitted from them.
Your father was one of those people, and he had been furious the first day he saw Jax Teller and Opie Winston walk you home from school.
He had warned you your whole life to stay away from ‘boys like that’, and he had lived his whole life in fear of the Sons of Anarchy.
They were gunrunners, criminals, outlaws and killers and he didn’t want his precious daughter to be mixed up with such horrid people.
But when you were seven years old and the boys in your class had stolen your backpack and had been tossing it to each other while you cried, it had been Jax and Opie that had stopped them and made sure no one ever messed with you again.
And from that day on the three of you had been your own little gang.
Your father still didn’t approve and you weren’t sure he ever would, but you didn’t care.
Because when you were with them you didn’t feel like a little girl that couldn’t defend herself.
When you were with them you weren’t afraid of anything.
And you had grown to be tough and strong, after Gemma took you under her wing.
You didn’t have a motherly figure in your life after your mom had passed away and your father had never even dreamt of being with another woman. But Gemma showed you how to be a girl that no one would mess with and you would be eternally grateful to her for transforming you from an innocent lamb into a lioness.
It was only inevitable that you’d fall in love with Jax at some point.
He was carefree, the prince of Charming, and anywhere he walked he left a trail of chaos and girls practically drooling over him.
He was charming and funny, smart, caring, ridiculously handsome and confident and he was fiercely loyal.
You were close with Opie too, of course, but it was Jax that made your heart skip a beat and when he was around somehow you struggled to find words, as the thoughts of him filled your mind.
He was your best friend, the love of your life, the prince of Charming. And you, you were the Girl Next Door. Well, technically you lived down the street, but you knew you would never be good enough for him, that you’d never be his princess.


Your cheeks were stiff from dried tears and you stared at the sky, watching the sun slowly fade into the horizon.
Opie passed the joint to you and you took a long drag before passing it to Jax, who sat on the other side of you.
The three of you sat in silence, unsure of the right words to say.
Honestly you didn’t want them to say anything. You didn’t want anyone to say anything.
Nothing anyone said could change what had happened.
Your father was dead. You had been the one to find him, seated at the kitchen table, gun in his hand and a bullet hole through his head.
He had never really recovered after losing your mother and he had struggled raising you alone. Still, you never thought he would leave you. At least not like that anyway.
The smoke filled your lungs but your body remained numb.
And so the three of you sat in silence, on the concrete ledge of the roof of the funeral home, dressed all in black as you mourned the loss of your father.
Jax hadn’t left your side since you’d found your father, dead in the kitchen and you knew both himself and Opie had been uncomfortable, attending the funeral of your father, a man who had disapproved, no, hated them.
But they had decided to attend, to support their best friend.
Jax knew what it was like to lose a father and you were eternally grateful for his support.
They had stood either side of you as you read the passage in front of your fathers friends and family, and they had sat beside you while you sobbed over the freshly covered grave.
But now your tears had dried out and the reality was sinking in.
Your mother was gone, your father was gone, and you had no family left.
At least not in Charming.
That was why your Aunty was shipping you off, forcing you to move across the country to live with her.
“When do you leave?” Jax asked quietly, his voice breaking the silence.
You glanced at him and met his gaze, his blue eyes filled with sorrow.
“Tomorrow.” You whispered, your voice cracking slightly.
Jax nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you rested your head on his shoulder.
Opie squeezed your hand gently before standing and heading downstairs to find a drink, leaving the two of you alone.
For a while you sat in silence, his arm around you as you stared out at the horizon.
Everything seemed so fragile, so small. Every moment was fleeting, passing by and you weren’t sure if any of it really mattered anymore.
“I love you, (y/n).” Jax whispered.
A sad smile formed on your lips and you nodded against him.
“I know.” You whispered.
You knew he loved you, as a friend.
But even now, as you sat at your fathers funeral, the only thing you wanted was Jax. For him to love you as more than a friend.
But you were leaving.
And he was staying here.
The rest of the night you stayed on the roof, until the early morning and at some point you had fallen asleep, wrapped in each others arms. A perfect way to spend your last night in Charming, wrapped in the arms of the boy were hopelessly in love with.


“Back in black! I hit the sack, Ive been too long Im glad to be back.”
You sung at the top of your lungs as the music poured out of the speakers and your car sped along the familiar roads.
It was only fitting to play such a song as you drove, heading for the town you’d left so many years ago.
You never had made it back to Charming after you had left that morning so many years ago.
Something had always stopped you. Maybe the emptiness that filled your heart every time you thought of your father and the way he had passed, or the heartache you felt when you thought of Jax, imagining him with random girls.
You had no right to be jealous really, it had been eight years since you’d left and you’d kept in contact at first, but eventually you had drifted apart.
The last you heard was that Jax and Opie were prospecting, but it had been years since you’d heard from either of them and you wondered if they’d still be around,or  if they’d even remember you.
You thought about them often, remembering the mischief the three of you used to get up to. the nights you would spend staring up at the sky, or the afternoons you’d spend on the back of their bikes, speeding along the streets with the wind blowing in your hair.
But you had a new life now, a good job, a good apartment. You didn’t have a boyfriend but you didn’t particularly want one.
You were fiercely independent and you did well on your own. There was even talk of a promotion coming up and you knew you were in the perfect position for it.
It had taken you by surprise when you’d received the phone call from the council in Charming, informing you that the tenants of your fathers house had left it in a mess.
He had left you the house in his will and you had become the official owner when you turned 21, but back then the thought of returning to your hometown had been too painful, so you’re Aunt had helped you hire an agency and rent the property out.
But it was time to sell it. There was no point in leaving it with strangers when you could benefit from selling it. You could even use the money to buy your own house in the city, or open your very own business. It was time to move on.
And as you drove a mixture of emotions flooded through you.
Nerves, excitement, fear.
You didn’t know what to expect and one part of you was praying you would run into Jax, and reunite just like old times while the other part of you prayed you wouldn’t.
You knew he would have an old lady by now and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.
He would always be the one that got away, and you don’t think you could truly ever be over the feelings you had for Jackson Teller.
You car sped along the road and before you knew it you passed the familiar ‘Welcome to Charming’ sign.
The town hadn’t changed much and you drove through Main Street, eyeing the familiar shop fronts and the new ones too.
Charming certainly had a certain ‘charm’ about it and no matter where in the world you went, it would always be home.
You knew you couldn’t put it off much longer and you finally turned into the street on which you had lived so many years ago.
You drove past the picket fences and the perfectly trimmed hedges, the front lawns with kids playing outside, under the sprinklers as they laughed in the sun.
Your heart leapt into your throat as you drove past the Teller house and you couldn’t help but glance at the half dozen bikes parked out front.
You gulped and gripped the steering wheel til your knuckles turned white and you drove on and eventually you turned into the driveway of your fathers house.

Birds chirped outside the window and you groaned.
You never had been a morning person but last night you had gotten barely any sleep.
It was hard for you, to be back in this house and the memories had haunted you all night long. It still smelt the same. At least you thought it did and waves of nostalgia kept hitting you, desperate for a time when this was your home.
You sighed and rolled out of bed and rubbed your eyes before yawning and stretching your arms.
Of course, you hadn’t thought about bringing any home appliances with you.
You had only packed a few bags of clothes, unsure of how long you were intending to stay for.
But you’d forgotten that the house was empty, including no furniture, no cutlery, and no fucking coffee.
You rummaged through one of your bags and yanked out a towel and headed for the shower.
The local diner used to make the best coffee in town and you hoped that that was one thing that hadn’t changed over the years.
After a quick shower you tugged on your ripped skinny jeans and pulled an old band t-shirt over your head before shaking out your damp hair and letting it fall down your back.
There was no time for makeup, you needed coffee desperately so you grabbed your sunglasses and your keys and headed for your car.


The diner had kept its word; it still had the best coffee in town.
But honestly, it could have been the worst, you were too tired to notice. You only craved the hit caffeine.
The old woman behind the counter had remembered you and had insisted on feeding you a full breakfast, the Charming Classic, complete with two eggs, toast, hash browns, bacon, sausages, and grilled tomatoes.
By the time you’d finished your plate you could barely more, you were that full and you slid out of the booth before paying for your meal at the counter.
By now the sun was out and the heat hit you in the face as you walked out of the diner, the bell on the door chiming behind you.
The street was already alive with the hustle and bustle of the morning.
You glanced around the street and smiled to yourself as you looked over the hanging flowers and the store fronts. It was good to be home.
Across the street Jax pulled off his gloves and stuffed them into his pockets.
He lifted his hands, littered with rings and removed his helmet.
The wind blew his blonde hair and he slicked it back.
Chibs and Tig were to his left and Juice was to his right and they too removed their helmets and placed them on their bikes.
Main Street was already buzzing with people and Jax ignored the nervous yet curious looks coming from the locals.
He scanned the street, looking for Hale, when a girl caught his eye.
For a moment, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at her.
Her back was facing him and her hair hung loosely down her back. There was something about her, he felt like he knew her, but he needed her to turn around.
“Jax! Let’s go, brother.” Chibs called and Jax snapped back to attention.
“Yeah.” Jax said and stood straight.
He followed his brothers up the street but he couldn’t help but look back.
And as he did, the girl turned flashing her face only for a moment and Jax froze in place.
But almost as quickly as he saw her, she was gone, turning a corner into a store.
“You okay man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Juice asked with an eyebrow arched.
Jax swallowed and nodded slowly.
“Something like that.”


Ever since you were young you had always had a habit of twiddling your thumbs when you were nervous. That, and blinking your eyelashes like an idiot.
And right now your thumbs were going wild and you were practically chewing your bottom lip off. To say you were nervous was an understatement and you wanted to start your car, turn around and drive away from here.
But you couldn’t put it off any longer.
You knew deep down you wanted to see him, needed to see him.
But you were filled with dread, knowing that a man like Jackson Teller wasn’t going to be single.
You wanted desperately to see that smile once more but you weren’t sure if you could face his girlfriend. Or worse, his old lady.
You sighed and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
It was now or never.
Before you could change your mind you stepped out of your car and closed the door behind you.
Teller Morrow hadn’t changed much from what you remembered and you glanced around the lot, taking in the sight of it.
Several bikes were lined up and you gulped as you looked at them warily.
It wasn’t too late to turn around.
There weren’t any members outside, and no one had seen you yet.
You could just turn around and walk right out of here.
You were debating your options in your head and you barely noticed when a car pulled in behind you. It was only when the door slammed shut that you turned around.
Your heart leapt into your throat and you stared wide eyed at Gemma Teller.
She stood in her class in ensemble: jeans and a black low cut top, flashing her cleavage and her scar. Her dark hair framed her face and she wore her usual large sunglasses.
You watched her as she shifted her hand bag on to her shoulder. She hadn’t seen you yet, or recognised you at least and your heart was beating rapidly.
“Hey Gem.” You said.
You cursed yourself, knowing how nervous your voice sounded.
Gemma glanced at you and lifted her glasses on top of her head.
“Well well, long time no see.”
You smiled and Gemma walked towards you, arms open wide and you embraced her hug. She had always been the closest thing you had to a motherly figure after your mom died and you hadn’t realised quite how much you had missed her after all these years.
She smelt the same as she used to, perfume and cigarettes and you hugged her tightly.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” She asked you as you parted and she placed her hands on her hips.
You ran your hand through your hair and glanced around the lot.
“I’m selling dads house, so I’m back in town for a while.” You told her truthfully.
You hadn’t intended to stay more than a week, but you had missed this town and the more time you were spending here the less rush you were in to leave.
Gemma nodded as her eyes ran over you.
You were just a teenager when you left, awkward and rebellious. But now you were a fully grown woman and your body had definitely filled out. You had curves now, in all the right places and you looked a hell of a lot different to when you left. But your eyes were the same, always sparkling and you still had the familiar traits Gemma remembered.
You had broken her sons heart when you left and she knew you probably had no idea of the hurt you had caused that boy.
“Well lets go inside. I, for one, could use a drink.” She winked at you and you grinned back.
Gemma linked her arm through yours and together you walked towards the clubhouse.
You had seen the number of bikes outside and your heart was beating rapidly in your chest.
You weren’t sure what type of welcome to expect.
Gemma must have sensed your nerves and she squeezed your arm gently before pushing open the door.

The smell hit you almost instantly and you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you.
Alcohol, ciggarettes, and cheap perfume were the essence of the Clubhouses very own signature fragrance and you breathed it in deeply.
Your eyes scanned the room, taking in sight the empty table and sofas and the empty bar.
“They’re in Church.” Gemma told you and you nodded.
You were thankful you weren’t walking into a room full of Sons but now your nerves were back, knowing it was only those wooden doors that separated you from Jax. This was his territory, his home, and you were invading it. You weren’t sure if he’d even want to see you, let alone have you in his clubhouse.
“You wanna beer?” Gemma asked you.
“Please.” You nodded and smiled, following her to the bar.
Your eyes continued to scan the room and you looked the wall of framed mugshots, standing proud.
A smile formed on your lips as you ran your eyes over the familiar faces, and the unfamiliar ones.
You saw Opie’s and you smiled, looking at the man he had grown into.
The other faces passed you by as you looked at each of the frames and you gulped once you found Jax’s photo, sitting proud beneath the wooden SAMCRO sign.
He hadn’t changed much at all really, although you weren’t sure how old this photo was.
But his hair was still long, and blond, and those blue eyes of his pierced through you. You could recognise those eyes anywhere.
“How longs it been?”
Gemma broke your thoughts and you turned back to her, accepting the beer she was holding out.
“Eight years.” You said.
“Lot of shits changed in eight years.” Gemma said.
You smiled and nodded.
“I know.” You told her. Gemma had always had a way with words and you couldn’t help but feel there was a famous Gemma Teller lecture on the way.
But instead, she surprised you.
“He misses you.”
You looked at her, her dark eyes watching you closely and you knew she wasn’t lying.
But before you could speak you heard a door open and you turned almost instantly.
You didn’t recognise the first man that entered the room, and surely if you had known him you would recognise that mohawk. But his soft face was unfamiliar and  you only recognised the kutte on his shoulders.
He nodded towards Gemma and looked at you curiously before moving into the room, the rest of the club filing in behind him.
“Holy shit!”
Opie practically ran across the room, nearly bowling his old man over in the process and you  moved towards him, unable to keep a grin off your face.
He wrapped his arms around you and swept you off your feet into a tight bear hug.
You laughed as he squeezed you and eventually he placed you back on the ground, where he towered over you.
“Look at you, Ope! Your huge!” You said teasingly and squeezed his large biceps.
He laughed loudly and nudged you.
“Never thought I’d see your face round here again.” Opie said, his tone still light yet the both of you knew how much he meant his words.
You shrugged his comment off and grinned up at your old friend.
It had been years since you’d seen Opie and except the beard he hadn’t seemed to change all that much. His eyes seemed tired, and you could tell he had seen pain but there was still that light that had been there so many years ago.
Silence fell between you but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Eventually more men filled the room and you glanced around,  the butterflies simultaneously returning to your stomach.
And then you saw him.
He walked out of the clubhouse, his head hung low as he blew out a cloud of smoke and passed a joint back to one of his Brothers. He walked with the same kind of swag he walked with as a teen and your heart was almost beating out of your chest when he glanced up and met your gaze.
Blue eyes pierced through you and he froze for a moment, his mouth dropping open as he took in the sight of you.
The rest of the room could have been on fire and you wouldn’t have noticed, the only thing you were focused on was Jax.
Slowly, he began to move towards you, his eyes never leaving yours and you gulped.
Opie glanced between the two of you, sensing the nervous tension in the air and he chuckled lightly before shaking his head and walking to the bar, leaving you to reunite with Jax.

Your voice was brittle, nervous but just that one word echoed through him.
For years he had dreamt of this day, dreamt  that one day you would return, and you would stand in this club house once more.
But it had always been just a dream. Jax knew you would have no intention of coming back to this town that haunted you with memories and as you stood before him he fought desperately with his mind, begging for it not to be playing a trick on him.
Begging for this to be real.
He moved closer and his eyes only left yours to glance over your body quickly.
You but your lip nervously and you fluttered your eyelashes. Not in a flirtatious way, but in a way that you had always done when you were nervous.
“You gonna just stare at her?” Opies voice boomed from across the room, followed by laughter.
You laughed too and suddenly Jax knew he wasn’t dreaming.
A grin broke across his cheeks and suddenly his arms were around you, engulfing you entirely into his body.
He lifted you off the floor and squeezed you and you buried your face in his neck, letting his scent fill your lungs and you breathed him in.
Eventually he placed you back on the floor and he stepped back to look at you once more.
His grin never left his face and you stared into his eyes.
“Your back.” He spoke.
You nodded, your eyes never failing to leave his gaze.
“Ye ganna introduce the lass, Jackie?” A voice called from across the room and both of you glanced towards the man who spoke, his wide grin almost distracting you from the scars across his cheeks.
Jax laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder.
Together you walked towards the men.
Their faces were friendly yet curious to see what kind of girl could get both Opie and Jax to react like that.
Jax introduced you to his club, firing off a list of names you would have to ask him to repeat later on.
“And this is (y/n), an old friend.” Jax beamed and nudged you.
You couldn’t help a blush rising to your cheeks as you nodded to the smiling faces.
They welcomed you with cheers as they raised their beers in your direction.
“Come on, let me get you a drink.” Jax said and you followed him to the bar.
Gemma still sat, watching you with an amused look on her face and as Jax approached she stood, smoothing down her shirt and her jeans before pressing a kiss to her sons cheek.
“I’ll leave you two kids to it.” She said with a wink before sauntering off outside.
Jax chuckled and shook his head before passing you a beer and gesturing for you to sit.
You obliged and slid onto one of the barstools before taking a sip.
“So what brings you back here?” Jax asked, his haze falling bak onto you and he looked at you with furrowed brows.
You licked your lips as you placed your beer on the counter and swiped a loose strand of hair out of your face.
“I had some trouble with the tenants in dads old place, so I thought it was probably time to sell it on.” You said.
Jax nodded and took a swig of his beer.
“So your not staying?” He asked.
You shook your head and smiled sadly.
“I don’t think I could.” You said.
Jax studied you closely and he sensed the pain in your voice.
It was still a struggle for you, even after all these years to be back in a town that held such painful memories and that was clear to him. Yet he still couldn’t help feeling disappointed.
It didn’t seem fair that you would leave again, after only just coming back into his life after so many years.
But he nodded understandingly.
“How are you anyway? Couldn’t help but notice your kutte.” You said.
Jax laughed and glanced down at the Vice President patch on his leather and nodded.
“Yeah, its a new addition.” He said proudly.
You sat at the bar for a while, reminiscing on the old times with Jax and Opie joined you for a while before heading home to see his family.
Eventually though it was time for you to head home and you stood and smoothed down your hair.
Jax walked you out and neither of you spoke as you headed for your car.
The night air was crisp and cool and you shivered slightly in the breeze.
Jax noticed and put his arm around your waist, pulling you into his warmth as you walked.
“When do you leave?” Jax asked quietly.
You stopped in front of tour car and looked at him with a shrug.
“Im not sure. Maybe a couple of weeks.” You answered.
Jax nodded and leant against the car as you opened the door.
“You should come by the club tomorrow night. We’re having a party.” Jax said.
You smiled at him and nodded.
“I’ll try to make an appearance.” You winked and Jax smirked back at you.
“It was really good to see you, (y/n).” Jax said quietly.
“It was good to see you too, Jax.” You smiled back.
From the conversations you’d had with him tonight it seemed he was single, no old lady.
But you hadn’t exactly asked outright so you didn’t want tog et your hopes up. Yet you couldn’t help the feeling of hope that crept into your mind.
It was silly, of course. You were leaving. But you couldn’t help but want Jax to feel the same way, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you slid into the seat of your car, waved goodbye to Jax and drove away.
And just like he had all this years ago, Jax watched you drive off. Only this time he felt something had changed.


It was past 9pm by the time you got home the next day and after fumbling with your keys and flicking the lights on you dumped the load of paperwork onto the floor.
Who knew selling a house would be such a pain in the ass.
You had spent all day with a real estate agent, going over the property and discussing the market.
You had been grumpy all day, after getting barely any sleep yet again, and the last thing you wanted to do was get dressed and go to a SAMCRO party.
You walked around the living room and drew the curtains before sitting on the floor in the middle of the room and opening the carton of chinese food you had bought in the way home.
It probably wasn’t a good idea for you to go to the party anyway, you thought to yourself.
You were only in town to sell this damned house and it would only be a couple of weeks before you left again. It had been nice, seeing Jax again after yearning for him for so long.
But who were you kidding?
He wouldn’t feel the same way, especially not after so many years. And you were leaving.
There was no point in getting attached when it would just hurt more when you had to say goodbye again.
No, you would stay home. On the floor of an empty house eating chinese food.
You’d also bought a bottle of wine and you left the food on the floor as you walked to your bag and rummaged through it to find the bottle.
You pulled it out proudly, almost as if it was a newborn child, and you didn’t bother looking for glasses. You knew there was none.
So you opened the bottle and took a long gulp of wine.
Tonight you would enjoy your own miserable company.

You woke to a loud pounding on the door and you groaned as the room focused in front of you.
It was dark and you rubbed your eyes.
After drinking the bottle of wine and finishing your chinese, at some point you had passed out on the floor of the living room.
The pounding continued and you stumbled to your feet.
“Im coming!” You yelled. What time was it? The sun wasn’t up so it must be late, you thought.
Eventually you made your way to the front door and you swung it open.
Jax stood in the door way, the dark night illuminated by the moon shining down behind him.
“Good morning.” He said with a coy smirk on his face, as he glanced over your rumpled skirt and messy hair.
“What the fuck Jax? What time is it?” You asked and stifled a yawn.
“3.15.” He answered.
You groaned and leant against the doorway and wrapped your arms around yourself.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
Gradually you began to wake up more and you suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze.
You were still dressed in your business skirt and shirt and your hair was a mess.
“You didn’t come to the party.” Jax answered. He glanced behind you, into the empty  house and noticed the bottle of wine and the empty food carton on the floor.
“Yeah, sorry Jax. I got home late.” You explained.
He nodded.
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“Its three in the morning Jax.” You groaned.
Hr laughed loudly and looked at you through his eye lashes as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.
“Never stopped you before,” He winked.
You sighed and stood straight.
“Let me get changed.” You said before shutting the door ad leaving him in the night as you walked to your bedroom.
What were you doing? You thought to yourself. You had not gone to that party to stay away from Jax. You didn’t want to complicate things. And here he was, on your doorstep in the middle of the night.
You pulled off your skirt and tugged on a pair of jeans before ripping iff your blouse and rummaging through your bags for a sweater.
Its just one ride. You told yourself, desperately trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t a bad idea.
Quickly you tugged on some socks and your boots before walking back to the front door.
You knelt by your bag and pulled out your keys before walking tot he front door, opening and closing it behind you.
The night was crisp and the faint smell of tobacco filled the air as Jax leant against his bike, puffing on  his cigarette.
The moonlight shone down on him and even in this light he was ridiculously handsome.
You locked the door and slid the keys into your pocket and as you approached him Jax tossed his cigarette to the ground.
He held out a helmet and you took it before tugging it down onto your head and buckling the strap.
You watched as he swung his leg over and sat on his bike before looking back at you, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
You couldn’t help the grin spreading over your face as you placed your hands on his shoulders and swung your leg over the bike and sinking down behind him.
You shifted your hands to bis waist and you clutched at the leather as he brought the bike to life, the loud roar ripping through the quiet night.
Jax turned back to you and you nodded, reassuring him.
Slowly you rolled out of your driveway and you wrapped your arms tighter around his waist and pressed your face against his back, leaning your body with his as he turned the corner.
Gradually his speed increased as you moved through your street and into the open roads and you let the scent of his leather fill your lungs.
The streets blurred past you as the bike roared through the night and you held on toJax tightly.
Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

After an hour or so Jax pulled into a wooded area and rode slowly through the trees.
The track was familiar to you; it was where he used to bring you when you were young.
The area was surrounded by looming trees but it cleared out into a small opening and you had spent countless nights here, getting drunk with Opie and Jax, or simply lying on the ground and staring up at the stars.
The trees began to clear and Jax pulled the bike to a stop before killing the engine.
You swung your leg over first and lifted the helmet from your head before shaking your hair out and handing it back to Jax.
“This place hasn’t changed.” You said quietly. Your voice sounded delicate in the quiet of the night.
You couldn’t hear the roads from here, and the only sounds were the distant noises of animals and the light wind rustling through the leaves.
Jax followed you as you stepped over the grass and moved into the middle of the clearing, looking up through the opening in the trees and looking at the stars.
It was just as beautiful as you remembered.
You sat on the ground and Jax sat next to you.
Neither of you spoke for a while. You sat content in each others silent company.
“Why did you never come back?”
His words broke the silence and you struggled with your answer.
You glanced down at your hands in your lap and twiddled your thumbs.
“I couldnt.” Was all you said.
Jax nodded slowly and you sighed.
“It was too hard for me. After dad died I just couldn’t bare to bring myself back here.” You told him truthfully. “I was scared.”
You looked back up at the stars and admired their beauty.
“Did you want to? Come back?” Jax asked.
You turned to him and he met your gaze. Even in the dark light his blue eyes shone brightly and you smiled sadly.
“Everyday.” You whispered.
Jax studied you closely.
He reached his hand out and squeezed yours gently. The moment his hand touched yours you felt sparks shooting through your body.
His eyes locked on yours and he moved closer slightly. You weren’t sure if your heart had ever beat faster than it did in this moment.
As your heads slowly moved closer together you noticed everything about him. You noticed the slight speck of green in his blue eyes, barely big enough to notice. You noticed the small scar on his cheek and for a moment you wondered how he got it. You wanted to know everything about his life since you left,you wanted to know everything about this man that was right in front of you. But more than anything you wanted to feel his lips on yours.
Gradually his head moved closer to yours and you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. You licked you lips nervously and glanced at his before looking back into his eyes.
Just as the loaning became almost unbearable Jax’s lips pressed against yours and the warmth of his mouth sent currents running through your body.
Your hands reached out and held either side of his face as his wrapped around your body and you whimpered slightly as his mouth moved in sync with yours.
Your lips moved in harmony with his and you ran your fingers through his thick hair, desperately clinging to him.
His mouth grew hungrier and he kissed you more fiercely now,exploring your mouth with his tongue. You could taste the cigarette and whiskey on his lips.
He gently pulled your body down till you were lying and he hovered his body over yours.
You opened your legs and Jax lay between them, his groin pressing against yours and you moaned softly at the weight of him on top of you.
Both of your breathing became more rapid as you made out on the grass like a couple of horny teenagers.
His fingers traced down your body and he gently slid them beneath your shirt and you whimpered softly as the coolness of his rings mixed with the warmth of your skin.
For a moment your lips parted and Jax smirked down at you before tracing his lips down your neck.
You arched your neck for him, allowing him to suck gently at your soft skin and you moaned once more.
His fingers traced further up your body and he cupped your breasts through the fabric of your bra.
You moaned and squirmed beneath him and Jax smirked as he lifted to his knees and tugged your shirt over your head.
Your hair splayed out around you messily and you looked at him through thick eye lashes.
A blush rose to your cheeks as he admired your body and gingerly you sat up and reached behind you to unclip your bra.
You met his gaze as you let the fabric fall from your skin and you tossed it onto the ground beside you before leaning back onto your eyebrows.
Jax licked his lips as his eyes explored your bare chest, and he was amazed that you could be covered in dirt and sweat and still smell and look like the best thing he’d ever seen, and he didn’t waste much time before leaning back over you.
He pressed a kiss to your lips once more before trailing them down your neck and across your chest.
Hr sucked gently as he moved, leaving a faint trail of bruises from your collarbone to your nipple.
You moaned as his tongue licked around your nipple and he sucked gently.
Jax growled at the sound of your whimpering beneath him and an urgency came over him.
His lips sucked rougher around your nipple now and his fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans.
Your fingers were in his hair, tugging at the strands gently.
Once he got your jeans unbuttoned he tugged them down your thighs quickly followed by your panties. He wasted no time in removing his own clothes and he hovered over you once more, his lips exploring your with an urgent hunger.
Your lips moved with his and you felt his fingers stroke through your wet folds and you opened your legs slightly wider, enjoying the feel of his hard cock on your inner thigh.
He works you with his fingers expertly, knowing just how to make you shudder and moan his name into the night.
He moves his fingers against you til your on the verge of your release when he stops and slides himself inside you, his hands moving to hold you by the hips gently.
He fills you slowly and you both moan as you stretch around him.
Slowly he rocks his hips against yours and it doesn’t take long til your begging for more.
His thrusts became rougher and harder and with each move he leaves you breathless.
The night is filled with the sound of your moans and his growls and his skin slapping against yours.
When you cum you scream his name as your walls clench around him and Jax growls as he finds his release, his hot seed filling you.
He slows his movements and gently slides out of you before collapsing to the ground beside you.
Both of you are panting heavily and he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both catch your breath and stare up at the stars.

You pressed your cheek to his leather as he rode through the night, your fingers clutching at the leather around his waist.
You couldn’t quite explain the mixture of emotions that ran through your body as you rode.
Making love with Jax had been everything and more than you could have ever imagined and you were still coming down from that high.
You had both laid beneath the stars for a while, lying naked on the grass.
Jax had helped you dress yourself and plucked leaves from your ruffled hair.
Neither of you had spoken much, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable.
And as you drove closer back into town the reality of what had happened began to hit you in waves.
As the wind swept your hair out behind you a tear rolled down your cheek and you didn’t bother to wipe it away.


“Are you sure about this, (y/n)?” Your real estate agent asked you.
You rolled your eyes and smiled at him from across the desk.
“For the millionth time, I’m sure.” You told him.
“We could get more for the property if you wait til the report comes back. It wont take more than a week.” He told you, a hint of concern in his voice.
“I know, Jeremy. But I need the house sold, like now.”
“Alright, whatever you say (y/n).” Jeremy said and shuffled the papers on the desk.
“I’ll get the ads up and the paperwork sent off right away.”
You smiled and stood, smoothing down your skirt.
“Thank you.”
Jeremy stood too and walked towards the door of his office before opening it for you.
You lifted your handbag off the chair next to you and swung it on to your shoulder.
“I’ll be round this afternoon to put the ‘For Sale’ signs up.” Jeremy told you.
You smiled and thanked him before walking past him and out of the office.
As you walked you felt your handbag vibrate and you sighed as you pulled out your cell phone.
He was trying to call you, again.
You hit ignore.
That makes it eight missed calls from him. Since you’d woken.
You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d hit ‘ignore’ to Jax’s calls in the last few days.
The last thing you needed was to hear his ‘we’re better off as friends’ speech.
So you saved him the bother and you’d been ignoring his calls ever since he’d left your house that night.
The next morning you’d woken and headed straight to the office,determined to get the house sold, and get the hell out of Charming.
You tossed your phone back into your bag and continued walking to your car.
You fumbled with the keys and eventually unlocked your door.
After sliding in and sticking the keys in the ignition you wound down the windows and turned the radio on, letting the music fill the air.
Your car pulled out of its park and you drove along the street before stopping at a red light.
Seconds past and thats when you heard it.
You could always hear them before you saw them and you gulped and gripped the wheel.
In a matter of seconds a dozen bikes sped past you and you recognised each member that passed.
None of them saw you, however and you were glad.
But that still didnt stop your heart almost beating out of your chest as Jax sped past you followed by his brothers.
Finally the light turned green and you drove on.
You needed to get out of this town, and quick.

The rest of the day passed quickly.
You had spent your time doing touch-ups on the property after you had bought some paint down town, and a camp chair too, so now at least you had something to sit on.
Paint splatters covers your grey tank and speckled your cheeks but you didn’t care. The only person you were seeing today was Jeremy, and he had just left after erecting the ‘For Sale’ sign on the front lawn.
You were lucky he put up with you, really. He had your best intentions at heart and wanted you to get the best price for your fathers property.
But money was the last of your concerns. You just wanted it sold.
So you had argued and argued and finally he had agreed to put the ads out at a generously reduced price.
The house was a steal.
It wasn’t in the greatest of conditions but for the price you were asking for, you knew the buyer wouldn’t care.
A bargain.
You heard a knock on the door faintly over the blasting noise of your music.
A frown came to your lips and you knelt, resting your pain brush on top of the bucket.
You hadn’t heard any bikes pull up yet you still didn’t feel completely relieved.
Its probably just Jeremy. You told yourself as you walked through the house.
You quickly turned the volume down on your portable speakers and walked to the door.
As you reached for the handle you wiped your hair out of your face and swung it open.
It wasn’t Jeremy.
It was Gemma fucking Teller.
She stood leaning against the wall, her oversized sunglasses framing her face.
You sighed when your saw her pursed lips and you crossed your arms over your chest.
“What do you want, Gemma?” You asked.
She would have to be deaf to not hear the attitude in your voice and she raised her eye brows at you.
She paused before speaking, taking in your messy bun and your paint splattered face and clothes.
“That how you answer the door to all your visitors?” She asked coolly.
“Only the ones I don’t wanna see on my doorstep.” You bit back.
You had no right to be so catty, really. Gemma had done nothing wrong, and neither had Jax. It was you that had cut all contact yet you still felt irritated having her turn up like this and you knew she was about to give you one of her famous lectures.
She smirked slightly at your words and lifted her sunglasses, letting them sit on her head.
“There a reason you’ve been avoiding phone calls?” She asked you, her dark eyes watching you closely.
“Been busy.” You shrugged.
Gemma sighed and stepped closer.
“Listen here, missy. I don’t know what happened between you and Jackson. But you have no right to turn up in this town after all these years and break his heart all over again.”
You glared at her but she didn’t budge.
“You owe him an explanation at least. Dint you dare leave town without telling him exactly why you came back just to rip his heart out.”
Her words cut through you like ice but you didn’t let her see it.
Instead you sighed and rolled your eyes.
“Get off my porch, Gemma.”
She looked you over once more before pushing off the wall and turning her back.
She took two steps before she stopped.
“He loves you. Remember that.” She said over her shoulder before walking down the steps towards her car.
You closed the door quickly and pressed your back against it, looking around the empty room.
Fucking Gemma Teller and her fucking lectures.


Two days had passed since Gemma had turned up at your front door, and it had been a week since that night with Jackson.
You sat alone in the diner, staring at the plate of food in front of you, poking it gingerly with your fork.
The phone calls had become less frequent but they hadn’t stopped, yet you still hadn’t found the courage to answer any of them. Not even Opies calls.
“Something wrong with the food, darlin?”
You glanced up and saw the waitress standing by the booth, a look of her concern on her face as she looked at the plate of food in front of you, untouched.
“Not at all. Just not as hungry as I thought.” You told her and smiled warmly.
She smiled back at you and left you to your own misery.
You sighed and left the fork on the table, resting your chin in your hand and your elbow on the table and you glanced into the street.
Even at night time Chamring still had a certain spark about it.
The streets, illuminated with street lights and neon signs in windows, the smell of fried food filling the streets.
Gemma was right, of course. You knew you couldn’t leave with out talking to him.
You didn’t even really know why you were ignoring him at all.
Someone had placed an offer on the house today and Jeremy had called you excitedly, knowing your be glad to hear of the progress. But you hadn’t been.
The offer was more than you were asking for yet you couldn’t bring yourself to go down to the office and sign off on the papers.
There was something you had to do first.
You sighed and slid out of the booth and after tossing a twenty dollar tip on the table you left the diner.
You had driven down but you didn’t head to your car.
It was only a short walk to TM,and you could use the time to figure out exactly what you were going to say.

The walk had been a good idea, giving you a chance to clear your mind and as you walked into the TM lot a wave of confidence washed over you.
You saw the row of bikes lined up and the light filling the lot from the open doors of the garage.
Music pumped through the walls of the clubhouse,but it wasn’t loud enough to signify a SAMCRO party, which you were relieved about.
As you walked silently into the lot you could hear the faint banter and smell of weed and almost instantly the nerves returned.
No one had seen you yet, and you knew it wasn’t to late to turn around.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to stop your feet from moving and gradually you turned the corner to the picnic table.
Jax sat with his back facing you, but you could recognise his blond hair anywhere.
Opie sat beside him and opposite them sat Juice and Tig.
All of them talking amongst themselves, puffing on cigarettes and joints and sipping on beers ad whiskey.
You fumbled with your fingers.
Juice spotted you out of the corner of his eye and he turned to you, smiling warmly.
Eventually they all saw Juice looking at something and all of them turned.
You felt so small, so fragile when those blue eyes fell on you and for a moment you forgot you weren’t alone.
Silence fell and Jax closed his mouth tightly.
The rest of the men stood and Juice and Tig headed inside, nodding to Jax.
Opie walked to you and kissed your cheek before heading inside, leaving you alone with Jax.
He turned his back to you and took a long swig of his beer.
You forced your feet to move and you slowly walked towards the table before sliding onto the bench opposite him.
Jax took a long drag of his cigarette, and you watched him blow it out.
He still didn’t look at you or say anything and you twiddled your thumbs in your lap.
“How are you?” You asked quietly.
Almost instantly you regretted saying anything at all.
Jax glanced at you with a raised brow.
“How am I?” He repeated.
You blushed and gulped, unsure of how to respond.
Jax scoffed and rubbed his hand across his face.
“Jesus Christ, (y/n). What are you doing here?” He asked you. There was a coldness to his tone and you shuddered slightly.
“I.. I thought we should talk.” You said quietly.
“Now you wanna talk? I tried calling you. A million fucking times. But now you wanna talk?” Jax snarled now and you could definitely sense the anger radiating off him.
You stood and dropped your hands.
“This was a mistake.” You said.
“Typical. You cant keep running forever, (y/n).” Jax said.
You had only taken a few steps when he spoke and you stopped.
“I shouldn’t have come back.” You said and Jax spun in his seat.
His nostrils were flared and you knew he was angry.
“So why did you?” He asked and he stood.
“You know why.” You told him and you felt tears rising behind your eyes.
“No. I don’t know. You could have sold the house from the city. We both know that. So why’d you come back? Why now?” He stepped closer to you, narrowing the gap between you and you stepped back.
You didn’t know how to answer him.
“It doesn’t matter why, Jax. The house sold. Im leaving again, so you can just pretend this never happened.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. You had an offer on the house, all you had to do was sign it over.
Jax scoffed and shook his head before looking at you once more.
His blue eyes were filled with fire and you shuddered under his gaze.
“So thats it, huh? Your just gonna forget about me and you?!” Jax snarled, his voice rising.
You stepped back once more and your back hit the wall.
“I could never forget about you, Jackson.” You spat back.
He smirked evilly and moved closer, placing his hands on the wall either side of your head.
“So what, you just wanna fuck me and leave, huh?”
You gulped and glared at him.
“Atleast you got what you wanted.” Jax snarled and turned, walking away from you.
You clenched your fists.
“Fuck you!” You screamed. God, it made you angry that he was right. You had treated him like shit all these years, and especially this week.
Jax shook his head and continued walking.
“You wanna know why it took me so long to comeback?” You yelled.
Finally he turned back to face you and you stepped closer to him, your body shaking with emotion.
“Because I fucking love you, you idiot!” You yelled. “I was so fucking terrified that if I came back you would have moved on, that you’d have an old lady. And i knew I wouldn’t be able to handle that. And yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have fucked you the other night. But i thought id do you the favour of ending things with me. We both know I cant stay here!”
Jax stared at you, his mouth slightly open.
You breathed heavily, and you had never felt more vulnerable that you did right in that moment.
“What did you say?” Jax asked slowly.
You scoffed ad turned around.
“Forget it Jax. I’ll be out of town by the end of the week.”
Your footsteps were rapid as you walked away from him and you didn’t hear him call after you.
Suddenly though, you heard heavy footsteps behind you and before you could react he grabbed your wrist and spun your body to face him.
His hand gripped your face and he crashed his lips against yours.
For a moment you let him in, let him kiss you so desperately.
But you quickly came to your senses and you shoved him away from you with all your force.
“I love you.” He said quietly.
You froze, only your eyes moving to meet his.
“What?” You whispered.
“God, (y/n), I love you. I have since you left.” Jax said.
A tear escaped your eye and you let it roll gently down your cheek.
“It broke my heart when you left. And Ive been with other women, lots of them. But every women I have ever been with, I have seen you. Its always been you.”
His words echoed in your ears and you stared at him as tears rolled down your cheeks.
You stepped closer to him and he reached his hand out, letting his finger gently wipe away the tears.
“I cant lose you again.” Jax whispered.
His blue eyes glistened with his own tears and you gulped before you stepped closer and reached up to kiss his lips.
“The house didn’t sell. I only got an offer.” You told him truthfully.
Jax grinned and shook his head slightly. He reached his hand out and swept your hair behind your ear before holding your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek.
“Dont sell it.” He told you. “Stay here, in Charming.”
“Ive got a job Jax, and an apartment-“
“So quit. We’ll find you work here. Please, (y/n), I cant lose you again.”
You looked into his eyes and saw the hurt you had caused him all these years, the begging.
Slowly, you nodded.
Jax grinned and pressed his lips against yours.
“I love you, (y/n).  I really love you.”
You grinned back at your best friend, the love of your life.
“I love you too, Jax.”


Sorry if theres any grammar or spelling mistakes, i can never be bothered editing and my phone loves to auto correct so if it doesn’t make sense i apologise.

Hope you liked this!

{ five’s company // ch. 15 }

a/n: up early again. enjoy!

t/w: reader has a hard time one night. other than that it’s good!

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Jefferson was fired the next morning. Just before Jefferson left the office, Alexander punched the man in the face. John turned a blind eye and acted oblivious to it.

John did look up when he noticed Madison rushing over to get in between them, but John so effectively blocked the way to hold Madison back. He was going to enjoy this. 

John smiled, even cheered as Alex yelled, “If you even look at her the wrong way, I’ll call my other boyfriends to kick your ass too!” 

John knew he should have stopped Alex, knew he should have let Madison be the one to pull them apart, he found himself saying, “Land a good punch on him for me too, babe!” 

That was why Washington sent them home for the day with a stern look. With nothing else to do, they decided to go visit you. 

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Unworthy - PART  1 - *ANGST*



Request: Newt’s fame makes him forget about the reader who’s always been there for him.

PART 2: here


           Fame does strange things to people, although you never expected

                          it to be what drove you and Newt apart.

From day one Newt’s little freckled face, became a large part of your life, finding yourself hopelessly attracted to him. Many times you speculated that your feelings might be returned, through little acts such as him holding your hand or caressing your face.

Though from the moment that Newt’s book became published, in the publics eye you weren’t good enough for Newt anymore. Out of all the people your heart could’ve chosen, it decided on a boy who didn’t have enough room in his own heart, to love someone like you. Quality time became a rarity, events such as book signings and conferences replaced time which he originally would’ve spent with you.

Although Newt never pursued them, it was still painful to watch women flirt with him, his success making him desirable. You had loved him before all this. Before the fame, before the success, but apparently that had been forgotten.


Currently you were attending a party that had been thrown for the publishing. You detested these things finding the large crowds intimidating and overwhelming however you forced yourself to attend to support Newt. The misery being worth it in the end, to see Newt’s happiness at you being there.

But as you entered into the ballroom you saw him with a woman, the creamy sheets of the silk dress slipped onto her shoulders, peppering her body with soft, sensual kisses. She’d managed to wrap her arm around his and was whispering things dangerously close into his ear. It hurt to know while you were searching for him in the crowd, he was searching for someone else.

You took note of how he made little to no attempt of rejecting the glamorous woman away, simply continuing his conversation with her.

Oh what’s the point of staying? You’d seen enough to know how the night would end, you alone in the corner while Newt talked to more attractive girls than you. Turning on your heel you gave one last glance to Newt before sneaking away from the scene. Making your way outside of the building you took a seat on the grass, not caring if your dress got ruined or not. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see it anyways.

The cold air nipped your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps running up your arms. In isolation you allowed yourself to cry, letting the overwhelming emotions seep out. Merlin, you wish you’d at least not gone to the effort of getting dressed up night. Nothing hurt more than trying your best and still not being good enough.

“Look at me” you painfully smiled to yourself, “crying over something I never even had….one part of me wants to smile because I’ve the privilege of being his friend, the other part wants to cry….because that’s all I’ll ever be”.

Slowly looking towards the doorframe a slightly hunched over Newt stood there, his cowardly stature intending not to intimidate you. As soon as you caught a glimpse of him you snapped your head in the other direction, not wanting him to see your tears. Goodness you probably looked a mess now.

“Y/N?” He questioned wearily, worried that he’d done something wrong. Sweet innocent Newt.

“It’s ok Newt you go back and enjoy the party. I’m fine, really.” Steadying your voice you attempted to sound normal, although the little breaks gave your hurt away.

“I em just…w-wanted to know if you’d like a dance?” He avoided eye contact but his typical shy grin appeared on his face. He was trying to cheer you up. “I’m sorry Newt but I’m really not feeling up to it”, you replied in a upset tone, Oh Merlin all you wanted was to go home.

“Oh…ok” Newt was slightly taken a back by your reserved attitude, hovering unsure of what to do next. Closing your glossy eyes shut, you waited to hear the sound of his foot steps returning to the party, however instead Newt made his way over to you awkwardly settling himself beside you. Confused you tilted your head towards him. What was he doing?


“I’m sorry, these events aren’t really my sort of things either. Too many people” he shuffled closer you, placing his blazer over your shivering frame. Lies you thought. He didn’t look like he was having a bad time, with the beautiful girl back in the party.

“I think you should go back…”, the words escaped your mouth before you could even realize.

“I don’t want you staying here by yourself” he looked towards you, concern hazing over his eyes. Oh so that’s what it is. He was staying out of guilt, not because he wanted to. A pity party.

“Newt one night of staying with me isn’t going to makeup for the rest” you sighed looking directly towards him now.

“You’ve changed Newt…”

“I haven’t changed Y/N-”

“Your priorities have” you interrupted, “I’m sorry I’m not a priority now Newt”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, catching you completely off guard, “Y/N.. love, you know you and my creatures are the biggest priority to me, I just don’t always have the time-”

“It’s not about ‘having’ time Newt, it’s about ‘making’ time” you argued back, now completely furious about his pathetic excuses.

Newt attempted to defend himself but you cut him off.

“-How do you have enough time to go out and make other girls fall in love with you, but you don’t have time to pay attention to the girl who already is?”


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In Another Life. John LaurensxMale!Reader

Word Count: 1461

Warning(s): Swearing (Alex has a potty mouth) & two cute gay dudes

Request: Laurens and the reader are together and both of them are men in the revolution and they fall in love but cannont be together (for obvious reasons) and they end up seeing each other again in modern time and I need this is my life so much someone write this plz.-Stolen from @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit

A/N: just started rereading The Song Of Achilles when I saw this on Tayah’s account. Also massive thank you to @callingalltrash for being an awesome person and editing this massive piece of crap. 

“The world changes everyday. New ways of thinking happens every second,” the man that laid next to John said as he traced his index finger along his lover’s chest. The mood of the room was serious and almost heartbreaking, as they both tried to come to terms of the notion that they could not truly be together.  

"Don’t get your hopes up,” John replied almost dripping with remorse, "we both know that’ll never happen. Look at us now, we have to hide our true feelings for one another in public and just hope no one walks into this tent and find out about us. After the war we will both have to marry and have children.”

“People can be accepting, John! You just have to give them time, you really think everyone will damn us to hell? You think your friends would turn their backs on you because you favor men over women. Look at Achilles and Patroclus, even in Ancient Greece their lifestyle was accepted even though there were a few who disagreed. Or even Alexander The Great was-”

“Please, don’t. Let us just enjoy this. Right here, right now.”

The man next to John Laurens only nodded while placing a smile upon his own lips. John slowly leaned up, only to bend on the laying man and press an innocent kiss to his temple.

“I love your mind.”

A kiss on the crown of the man’s head.

“I love your eyes.”

Two on the corner of the left and right eye.

“I love your ears.”

Single kisses for each of the ear lobes.

"I love your nose.”

A kiss was placed on the top of the nose.

“I love your birthmark.”

The birthmark was placed right below the left ear and traveled to the base of the throat.

"I love your lips.”

Before John could even reach for his lovers lips, he was flipped over. Making him the bottom of the two men. Laughter erupted from both of their throats as their legs tangled together and hands pressing against one another’s skin.

“Your freckles are very distracting Mr. Laurens. Yet I feel compelled to count each and every one of them before tomorrow,so I know exactly how many beautiful marks lay upon your face as I compare the number to the stars.”

Blushing John’s hands caressed his lover’s jawline, before frowning as a sudden realization hit him. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they will be separated. Him, taking the leave with his good friend Hamilton to return home. While the man he loved was to continue serving. This caused his heart to break, at the thought of losing him. Sitting up quickly, almost knocking the other man down, John almost screamed.

“We can run away. Together. We can be together, and then. Then we won’t have the never ending fear of not greeting each other once more!” John exclaimed as he held the other man’s hands tightly in his own.

“You and I both know that is not a possibility. You want to end slavery, do you not? You can’t do that if you’re in hiding. And I have to provide for my mother and sisters, by winning this war I will have the money to give them a stable life.”

Neither of them wanted to think that this could be the last time they would be in each other’s presence. Pressing soft lips to one another, they held each other until the light of dawn invaded their senses.

2017, the year of hope and promises for a better future besides the downfalls that have happened in the first few months regarding the elected president. Yet, that didn’t cause John’s optimism to fail nor the faith for unity diminish. Standing in front of a floor length mirror stood a young adult whose hair was slicked back into a pony tail -though the actual hair sticking out in the back resembled a puff ball-, his white tank top bore the word ‘PRIDE’ in the traditional rainbow coloring scheme. While he wore his normal black shorts and converses. Yet, staring at himself now, all he could do was examine his face. The freckles that were scattered around in clusters. Something about them, made his heart skip a beat, like he was remembering something from the past.

“JOHN MY LOVE ARE YOU READY FOR THIS SHIT!”, the voice of his dearest friend Alexander rang through the hallways quickly following a string of curse words as the sound of him crashing into one of the walls.

“Alex! Are you okay, do you need ice”, a concern Eliza spoke as the dark haired girl was more than likely helping her boyfriend off the ground. She truly was helpless when it came to that idiot.

Exiting the bedroom, John was greeted with the faces of his friends, all bearing articles of clothing that held the rainbow. It was heartwarming to know that his closest friends stood behind him, regardless of his sexuality. Even taking the time outta their lives to support him and attend a Pride Parade.

“Now what we waiting for? Let’s go! I heard the food will be good!”, Lafayette stated rubbing his hands together.


“He’s cute. And he’s cute. Did you see the ass on that one!….John are you even listening to me? JOHN”, Alexander’s voice yelled at his own friend, trying to desperately set him up with someone he deemed worth enough his best friend.  He wanted John to be happy the same way he was happy with Eliza, Alexander didn’t pretend not to notice the looks he would receive from John when told that him, Eliza, Hercules, and Tayah -Hercules girlfriend- were going out on a double date. He just wanted happiness and love for the young man.

“Sorry, I was thinking. I feel weird today”, John spoke shyly as he tugged on the hem of his shirt.

“I would say you’re acting odd. How about I get us some drinks?”, the only response was a nod, 'okay then buddy o-pal. You stay here I’ll be right back.“

Alexander was swallowed by the crowd of people walking by, as John stared up at the night sky. They have all been here for over five hours and it was already dark. Hercules was with Tayah talking with other people who they found. Lafayette managed to drag Aaron with him to go buy shirts. The Schuyler sisters were taking pictures of anything and anyone for their blog.

Looking at the sky made his stomach churn. There was something about the stars that made him wince, like a bad memory. He couldn’t think of anything. Normally he loved the stars, the way they shone so beautifully every night, yet looking at him now made him wince at a painful memory he couldn’t even remember.

"Watch out!”, a harsh shove was placed upon John as he fell to the ground bringing whatever knocked him down with him. Opening his eyes, he felt the pain his back from the fall, and was met with a pair of beautifully colored eyes. The man laying above him was startlingly beautiful, his full lips, kind eyes, and a face that looked like it was created by the gods themselves to symbolize perfection.

“You okay? I’m really sorry about that. My friend Charles accidently pushed me.” His voice sounded like warm honey, comforting and relaxing.

“No I didn’t.” a deep voice said as a pair of boots walked by the two men laying on the ground. John could only guess that was Charles, as he didn’t dare to look away from the man above him. The mystery man quickly got to his feet and pulled John up without hesitation. Mumbling a thank you, he tried to think of something to say.

“I’m John. John Laurens”, the man before him smiled and quickly replied with his own name, causing John’s heart to almost skip a beat. That name. It sounded so familiar. So heartbreaking familiar.

“Looks like your boyfriend ditched you to talk to your other friend”, the man said nudging his head to the side, John looked over to see Alexander talking to Aaron franticly waving his arms around as he talked.

“He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend. I don’t have a boyfriend.” John quickly replied almost defensively, this caused the one standing before him to laugh.

“Well then I guess I’m in luck. What do you say about lunch tomorrow?”, the invitation to John sounded like a promise for a future together. Hopeful that a simple lunch date would turn into something more. Nodding, John couldn’t help but smile as the man took his hand and easily started a conversation, as if they weren’t strangers. Like this wasn’t the first time they met. Like they were something more.

anonymous asked:

So then what do I actually do? I have no occupational leverage with which to strike. I vote and message my representatives, and I'm criticized for being too passive and playing into the system. I speak on my ideals to those that will listen, but I have a small sphere of influence. I support and attend what few protests I can, but then those marches (e.g. Women's March) are criticized as part of the problem. So what do I actually do to not be unintentionally damaging to causes I support?

The world is transformed through small acts by ordinary people.

This is something I try to remind myself about often. It is not the large actions by the wealthy that make a real difference in the world, it is small acts from people like us. This also holds true for our government. 

There is one line of the Declaration of Independence that really drives that point home for me: 

Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed

Our action, or inaction, dictates the course of our government and our lives. All great accomplishments and horrifying destruction throughout human history had relied on people to take part in small actions that made it possible. 

These small acts may seem like they don’t make a difference, but remember, our small actions are amplified when other people collaborate with us. 

In terms of not unintentionally damaging the causes you support, the best advice I can give is to study and stay in your lane. 

Study those causes important to you, then study political actions, find out what made them successful. Study our government, learn how it works. Find out what is a feasible objective in our current system and strive to get there. 

But most importantly, stay in your lane. Do not speak over people in marginalized groups, listen to what they have to say, even if you disagree. Learn to be supportive of causes that are not your own and how to be a proper ally.

If you do those two things, you will reduce the chance of any unforeseen issues and be an effective supporter of your causes. 

- @theliberaltony  

To My Friends Participating In Protests

Please don’t forget to ask for your deities’ support and protection before attending a protest!!

Some good (kemetic) deities for any protest are Sutekh, Sekhmet, Sobek, Ma’ahes, Madfet, Wadjet, Ma’at, Heru-Wer, Heru-sa-Aset, Neith, and Khonsu.

For specific types of protests: (highly suggested gods are bolded)

Against false facts - Djehuty, Seshat, Khonsu, Nut

Against homophobia/transphobia/sexism - Khonsu, Sutekh, Hapi, Bes, Atum, Min, Aset, Heru-sa-Aset, Bast

Against sexual assault (and related offenses) - Khonsu, Bes, Bast, Sekhmet, Hapi, Ihy, Heru-Wer

Against wars - Sekhmet, Neith, Sutekh, Ma’ahes, Madfet, Heru-Wer, Khonsu, Sobek, Montu

Against racism/xenophobia - Sutekh, Heru-Wer, Hapi, Aset, Heru-sa-Aset, Geb

Against bans on abortion, birth control, etc - Aset, Hethert, Khonsu, Bes Nebhet, Geb, Khumn, Min, Wesir, Taweret

Against environmental politics - Geb, Wesir, Min, Shu, Djehuty, Nut, Ra, Atum

Against politicians and people of high power - Heru-sa-Aset, Ra, Sekhmet, Khonsu, Madfet, Wadjet, Wesir

Against religious policies - Sutekh, Aset, Ihy, Djehuty

Methods of protest:

Music, Dance, Artwork - Bes, Hethert, Bast, Ihy, Khumn

Poetry, Writing, Exposing Lies - Djehuty, Seshat, Bes, Hethert, Heru-sa-Aset

Participating in marches - Khonsu, Sekhmet, Sutekh, Wadjet, Aset

Comedy - Bes, Khonsu, Sutekh, Geb

Being Unapologetically Queer - Khonsu, Sutekh, Hapi, Heru-sa-Aset

Violence - Sekhmet, Khonsu, Heru-Wer, Sutekh, Madfet, Ma’ahes, Sobek

Legal action - Djehuty, Seshat, Ra, Heru-sa-Aset, Anpu, Wesir

of course, Ma’at would be excellent to call on for any of these, too!! and Khonsu is very enthusiastic about protests, so He’d be more than happy to assist anyone out there fighting for what’s right.

this is all i can think of right now, so if anyone has anything to add, please do!

BTS Reactions to their s/o Being in a Girl Group

Request:  Hi! please can you do a (possibly long) bts written reaction to their idol gf being a drummer, dancer and rapper in a girl group! :)

Note: Wow I love this idea :’)) wow I wish I was this talented aha, I hope you like it! Some of these may not be as funny as they are purely fluff, and that’s mostly because I feel that a passion of music is something that I can relate to and can be very romantic about. I let my own feeling of passion take over my writing of this one since I’ve seen the same sort of funny idol reactions a lot and would like to get a bit deep <3 (P.S. you asked for long, and I did my best to provide !!)

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jin would, in his usual behavior, have a sort of motherly pride while seeing his s/o make all of her dreams come true. He would quickly become her number one supporter, and attend every performance that his schedule would allow. Despite seeing all of these performances, the amazed reactions he would provide never seemed to be short of the happiness he felt when he first saw the stages she performed, always earning the same shy smile in response that he found beautiful. He would love practicing in the same area as her, despite never getting work done because the endless hours of admiring her (cue constant sounds of “wahhhh” and sneaky little winks and/or blown kisses whenever she reacts), plus giving her tips anywhere he felt he was in the place to. The sessions tend to end with him asking her to teach him some of her key dances and working incredibly hard to actually learn them so he could impress her as much as she impressed him every day. I also feel that she would inspire him to strive for more. To fly higher, and get to a place where he feels like he’s meant to stand beside her. A place where he can finally stop admiring and be on equivalent groups (as if he isn’t already nearly perfect psh).

P.S. If she were to ever create solo music, you bet he’s the one adding in any vocals. A few more songs to add to his public playlist :))

“Have I ever told you how truly talented you are?”

“Yes, Seokjin. Around five times in the last thirty seconds.”

“Well, you are truly talented.”

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by ksjknj

Imagine that huge bright and true smile of his, yes you know, that one. Now imagine him wearing it for hours on end just because he saw his love performing live. This relationship would make everyone so happy, members and fans alike, just because Namjoon is so bright while being with someone he loves and shares the same passion with. I would expect so many collabs and demos and cute little dance videos (in which he makes an adorable fool of himself but it’s okay because the whole video is filled with his laughter and that brightens up any day). He would try, try so hard at learning the drums, but she would refuse to allow him to even go near her set after the third ripped drum head and fifth broken stick, so he any videos including drums were of him showing off her skills. A lot of his compositions would become love songs, and everyone would know exactly why after seeing his vlives in Mon Studio featuring more appearances of his s/o curled up comfortable in a corner when shes not busy herself. It would be a well known fact that alone, they would often confess all of the poured out feelings they had and use it to their musical advantage. As for the kind of music they’d create together, it would range from intensely lit music that got everyone dancing or, their personal favorite, soft r&b pieces in which they let everything out and/or bring attention to important things.

“I swear if you lay one finger on my drum I will take back my studio key and never allow you back in.”



Min Yoongi

Originally posted by mn-yg

We can all see it: The Most Savage Rapping Couple of 20XX. Yoongi would easily be able to connect with this type of idol, i.e. someone that enjoys music so much that they worked to become talented in multiple fields. Everybody would see the chemistry from they flow of their conversations, especially when music is the topic. They would have a deep knowledge of how one another felt and it would spark many feelings that would never be deniable. These two would often wander off to a world of their own while in the midst of tons of people, just because their conversations were untouchable by the outside world. Also, despite their endless similarities, their endless differences would inspire one another to reach for so much more. Yoongi’s wish of learning the drums would be fulfilled to full extent (thanks to a few all-nighters just because they couldn’t think of leaving each others’ sides). He may teach his s/o a few of his composing tricks, to which she would be able to contribute to her group’s music and be endlessly thankful to him for. Yoongi’s music would become better and better (somehow) and his s/o would be known more and more for hr endless work ethic. This would be a good thing for their members, too, since one improving member can easily inspire the other members to improve with them. This relationship shows strength.

P.S. nobody understands their sense of cruel humor, and give up trying to after the two dedicate (savage as fuck) diss tracks to one another as a Christmas present.

“I thought you would make up for your height in other ways, but alas, I’ve been disappointed once again.”

“One more word obout my height or dick size and I delete your computer files while you sleep.”

“Sure, Mr. Jjang Jjang Man Boong Boong.”

Jeon Hoseok

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Bless this boy, it’s another case of the endless smile :’)) I believe Hoseok would be more of an inspiration to his s/o than the other way around. Her multiple talents may be on showcase for all to marvel at (which Hoseok does openly and happily) but she may see the boy being much more talented than her, since his talents are long lasting and influential worldwide. He’d create endless amounts of happiness, drive people to be so much better than they ever thought they could be, and create a sense of safety with only a few words. She’d love every second he took out of his day to watch her train and practice, for she would be his center of attention and there was no feeling like it. He would inspire her to take her already many talents and make them better. Hoseok, on the other hand, would know about the effects he has on her (they’re pretty obvious) and continue them ‘til the ends of the earth.He would find the girl fascinating and so incredibly lovely. He would only ever want the best for her and would do whatever he could do to help her get to it while keeping it fun and exciting. It would a because she inspired him. After meeting her, his dance became smoother, his raps became easier to write, and his sunshine smile became a bit brighter. He thought of helping her as returning the favor.

P.S. Imagine the mixtapes and choreography they could work on in their spare times…. bangtan bombs just became a little more lit.

“Hoseok come on, let’s run trough it one more time before wrapping up.”

“You know you’re at your limit. Don’t push yourself. Besides, why would I want to continue practicing when the arCADE JUST OPENED DOWN THE STREET LET’S GOOOO.”

“…You better win me a damn stuffed animal.”

Park Jimin

Originally posted by yoonmin

Jimin’s affection equals hours of silent work by one another and by the end of the day, feeling closer than ever before. He would be impressed by her mounts of talent, but wouldn’t let himself openly fawn over it too much. Not because he didn’t want to seem fanboyish or anything, since she would already be certain that he was her number one fan at all times, but because he knew how much more it would mean to her if said only on occasion. He would treat her rightfully as an equal and she would know it was for the best because it meant not being alone on some sort of pedestal. It wouldn’t be until late nights, when she’s stressed and close to giving up, that he would take her in his arms and reassure her that she is amazing and talented and that if she tries hard enough, there is guaranteed success. Her most trusted source of harsh criticism would become Jimin because of this, since she knows that he never sugarcoats anything, and she would do the same. They would create the prettiest dances together, too; taking a like talent and making something extraordinary from it through humor, comfort, and untouchable connection. Undoubtedly, dorky behavior prevailed from the two, and every fan witnessed it in countless twitter wars of just videos of each other. Jimin making a terrible drum beat, his girlfriend taking a key part of one her dances and messing it up in an incredibly embarrassing way, him dancing the hottest girl group choreography, her rapping straight fire in her best aegyo voice; free time with these two would be an adventure.

“Jimin, if you post one more video of that damn rap, I swear I will pull out the Good Girl, Bad Girl clip.”

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by hellosarang

Tae would be the perfect opposite of Jimin. He would know how amazing she was, and tell her about it every chance that he got. All of her group’s songs would be on his playlist and he would blast it throughout the studio or dorm. He would watch her practice and marvel at her in wonder. He would ask her to teach him how to play drums and giggle happily every time he messed up, having to leave it to her to have such a wonderful skill. He would watch her write lyrics and express them in her own way of rap and just smile because he loved to see how happy it made her. Her dance always infatuated him as he watched from beside the mirrors, showing her that he saw the emotions she was portraying and that he understood what they meant. Whenever he got to help writing lyrics for Bangtan, he would go straight to her for help because he looked up to her. He would love everything about her and make it known, only asking for her love in return, which he wouldn’t have to ask for in the slightest—since anybody would be willing to love such a beautiful person. He would be able to keep her stable and excited with his constant humor and playful attitude. It would never bother how much he admired her, because she admired him too in a lot more was than he would think. Whenever he watched practices, every member would love it because his smile had ‘the power to heal exhaustion.’

“Taetae i would love to help you right now but I have a performance tomorrow to prepare for.”

“Oh, well can I watch?”

“You have to go- no don’t you dARE GIVE ME THAT SMILE.”

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by donewithjeon

A Golden Maknae and an incredibly talented female idol…. music shows would have fun with that. I feel like Kookie is often singled out for having multiple talents, so he would really enjoy knowing someone with that same kind of recognition. The two could easily learn to fill in one another’s weaknesses and become the duo of the century, making continuous demos and covers in any downtime that they have together. According to Suga’s birthday video, Jungkook has been wishing for a drum teacher rather than being self taught! It would be a great way to learn something new, and his s/o could learn something from him as well. These two would build one another up really high and support each other the whole way, creating an unstoppable pair of growing artists. They would’t just keep to themselves though, I feel that they would, together, motivate both groups to become more ad more. They would pour out ideas to each other late at night, build upon each idea, then return for thoughts of other members. The dependence they could create for one another is amazing and lovely, and the fun they can have while doing so could turn their passions into something they never want to get rid of.

P.S. Jungkook’s snarky remarks probably cause a lot of playful competition between the two.

“Well, this idea seemed really nice, and fits our concept well. What do you think, Kookie?”

“Are you sure that you, of all people can even pull that off?”

“I sure as hell can! Just you watch, smartass.”

“Yes, yes, sure you can, honey. I also think it’ll help if you add…”


Remain politically active to fight injustices! >

• Call/write to your representatives
• Donate to the causes and/or organizations that you support
• Sign petitions
• Attend town hall meetings
• Attend resistance recess events

Out of all the members, Yoongi was never the one to outwardly show his emotions. He had often shared this thoughts and feelings through twitter, yet none of them made such a profound impact on me as this one (160110 tweet) did. 

The fact that he went back to Kobe World Hall during his break to feel the emotions and disappointment of his fans, that he cried because he felt that it was his fault and it was him who let the fans down, that he now feels like he can’t look into his fans eyes honorably, made my heart break. We mean that much to him.

I remember my view about Yoongi first changed when I learned that his parents didn’t support his dream at the beginning. They didn’t want him to be a rapper and because of that, his parents didn’t attend his concerts at first. (They completely support him now and are proud of their son). To him, we are the fans who supported his dream, who attend his concerts, who anticipate his works and his mixtape.

I realized that I never knew exactly how important the fans were to Yoongi because he always seemed to want to be left alone by media. But today, I now know that within his personal space, we are there. We exist, and beyond just existing, we are vital.


Hi AAGU mods,

Thank you for continuing to maintain this space for us angry asian girls!

I was wondering if you might be able to boost this post about my GoFundMe page. I am raising funds to attend VONA/Voices Writers’ Workshop, where I will be working on a memoir about my father’s struggle with depression and suicide. I hope it will contribute to the conversation on mental health in the Asian immigrant community. I have written in more detail about it on the GoFundMe page.

Thank you so much! I appreciate all your work and support for the Asian American community!






Hamilton Modern College AU

• Hamilton, Burr, Madison, and Jefferson are majoring in Political Science, and they often get into debates during class. Or, at least Hamilton and Jefferson do. Madison always takes Jefferson’s side, Burr just picks whoever he thinks will win that day.

• Laurens is a huge Bernie Sanders supporter, and attends all the Civil Rights rallies and protests. Sometimes he’ll drag his friends along, Hamilton gets a little too into it(he starts fights).

• Hercules is pretty unsure about going to college in the big city, not after working on his family horse ranch all his life. He soon learns to cope with it though, but he still hasn’t decided his major, much to the annoyance of the guidance counselors.

• Lafayette has just moved to New York from France, and often gets confused when trying to form sentences. He once called a pony “the compressed horse”. He’s an English major, much to everyone’s concern and confusion. He’s determined though. He’s also got a thing for old style ships. Guns, and ship. Guns. Boats. Gun boats.

• Angelica is majoring in Psychology, and often ignores how she feels to help those around her, which will often put aside her own feelings. She’ll fight for her sisters tooth and nail. She joins Laurens in his outings to Civil Rights rallies, and joins in on the fights.

• Eliza is majoring in art, and gets to indulge in the cute little coffee shop AU. She’s smitten with Hamilton from the moment that she sees him, and is oblivious to her own sisters feelings. Purposely spells his name wrong on his cup, adds a cute little drawing along with it.

• Peggy is majoring in Musical Theater. She’s very passionate about what she does, and it doesn’t take much to get into character. She enjoys to listen to the drama revolving around her sisters and their friends, and often bails friends out when they get into fights at rallies. She’s the friend that makes it to Broadway in her first year out of college.

• Washington is the older brother figure that none of the boys asked for. He’s also their mother figure. He’s in his last year of college, and is a Political Science major as well. He has a thing for pot brownies, but the professors tend to look past that because of his standings. He’s one of those that got married in college, and his wife is two years older than him. She even named her cat after Hamilton, much to his distress.

• Burr is a generally quiet student, and when there’s a debate he tends to side with whoever will end up winning. He also tends to avoid properly answering questions that regard his opinion. His father is the owner of a successful company, and his mother is a professor at Harvad. He’s stressed about trying to live up to their expectations.

• Jefferson is the stoner, but not one of the bad ones. He’ll only do it when he doesn’t have something important to do. He once went to Monticello for spring break and came back married twice, no one really talks about those confusing divorces. He doesn’t care for Hamilton very much, and likes to fight against him tooth and nail. He doesn’t understand why the man is so passionate about things.

• Madison follows Jefferson around like a lost pup, they’ve been friends since they were younger, and he always backs up his long time friend. He’s another one that got married in college, but his husband goes to school with them as well, he’s a Musical Theater major. The husband doesn’t spend much time around the others.

• Maria and James Reynolds were arranged to marry since she was born, their parents are southerners, and arranged the marriage for money and business. The two learned to deal with it though. As a form of rebellion against the arranged marriage, Maria ended up sleeping around with quite a few people. James didn’t care much, but he still blackmailed those that had money.

• Charles Lee is the stoner of all stoners, even going past Jefferson and his antics. Absolutely no one likes the man, and his opinions are generally bigoted or make no sense, causing no one to actually agree with him. He’s failing a good portion of his classes. Rumor has it, he slept with a few professors too, and it was because of that, the crew learned he was a bottom.

• Hamilton and Laurens had a thing there for a while, and it’s something that everyone knows. They were accepting when it ended though, and are still friends. Though there seems to be some lingering feelings between them, and whether they are one sided on Laurens part, no one will ever no.

• There’s this quirky kid on campus named Philip, he’s a Freshman and a huge dork. There’s a huge rivalry between him and a kid named George Eacker who comes from a rich family. That money couldn’t get George out of jail for assault though. He was behind bars by the time he hit the count of seven.

• There’s a professor named George, and he tells everyone to call him Professor Frederick, but he’s a douchebag, so most call him King George mockingly. Also, the Political Science group actually worked together for once to get him fired for unfairness towards students. He was a total white supremacist.

About VidCon and meeting Mythical Beasts in Amsterdam

It’s been a week since VidCon EU happened. Isn’t that crazy? What a wild concept! Now that I’ve mostly overcome my VidCon hangover (because nobody warns you about that happening) I feel able to actually report back to you guys! 

TL;DR: It was a journey about instant friendships and Mythicality!

I’ll be as candid as possible even though it is embarrassing and probably awkward~. Also I’ll highlight the Rhett & Link part for the sake of you not having to endure most of my personal rambling.

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