You are loved by your daughter, your girlfriend, your sister, your entire family, and the children you served lunch to everyday at school. You were not a threat, a thug, or any of the hurtful names they called you. It hurts to know an officer can take your life for no valid reason at all and walk away a free man. It irks me to the core to know that the officer felt your life wasn’t worth living. For you and anyone else who has lost their life due to do the individuals who are supposed to be protecting us, we will not give up hope or faith.
Philando Castile, I will continue to say YOUR name.
The first time Damian gets kidnapped as Bruce Wayne's son
Thugs over video feed: “Okay man, just remember you have 24 hours to deliver the money or else the kid dies
Bruce: "All right, but first I just want to talk to him please I need to know my little baby is okay *wipes away very convincing Fake Tear™*
*camera pans to Damian, who’s tied to a chair but seems totally chill with the situation and even gives an evil grin when he sees Bruce*
Bruce (yelling dramatically): "OH NO MY DARLING CHILD ARE YOU OKAY??”
Bruce (furiously whispering): “Don’t you dare hurt them do you hear me young man"
"DID YOU GET BOO BOOS?? DO YOU HAVE ANY BROKEN BONES?? OH MY GOD DID THEY TOUCH YOU DID THEY STEAL YOUR INNOCENCE REMEMBER NO MEANS NO DAMIAN YOU NEED TO FIGHT BACK AND STAY STRONG UNTIL WE COME RESCUE YOU OKAY"
"If you try to fight back at all I swear to god you’re grounded for a month when you get back"
"WHAT KIND OF MONSTER COULD KIDNAP A CHILD YOU HEARTLESS FIENDS CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S JUST A BOY"
what he means: well here’s- here’s my surprise. im not doin it. le- listen, i’m done. taako- that’s me, hi- i’m done with elevators. never again. last time i was in an elevator, vinestried to eat my dick, i’m never getting in an elevator again, suck it. nope. not in a million bajillion my- my dudes- you’ll have to knock me out like b.a. baracus gettin on a plane. i- no way, absolutely not, noOOO elevators for taako. go for it thugs. taako’s here. terra firma, baby. ….why can’t- why- i don’t even think im needed to do this, this is unimportant- and - the- dont do iti swear to god, you will not like how this ends. i will burn a spell slot on you i give no shits
THE INTRO AND THE WAY IT ZOOMS INTO THE CASTLE AND THE ORIGINAL INTRO MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND LIKE FUCK ME UP
THE FUCKING SCENERY. LIKE SAME WITH CINDERELLA I HAVE DECIDED THAT THE LIVE REMAKES OF ALL THE DISNEY FILMS ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST AND IT’S BECAUSE OF THE SCENERY
THE CGI IN THIS FILM IS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE OK
“trust me ladies…it’s never going to happen”
THE BE OUR GUEST SCENE
literally lefou. everything about him made this fucking film
“i just realised i’m illiterate and i’ve never had to spell it out loud before”
ALSO WAS THAT A BI MAN I SPIED WITH MY LITTLE EYE DURING THE “how is your wife” SCENE
“are you busy” “no”
père robert being a fuckign badass
stanley tucci. enough said
“i want adventure in the great wide somewhere, i want it more than i can tell” like that whole scene gave me chills the way she’s standing on the top of the hill and you can see down into all the little valleys it’s so magical
THE DESIGN OF THE CASTLE LIKE IT WAS SO ASTOUNDING I COULD BARELY BREATHE
IAN FUCKING MCKELLEN
“please turn back into a clock. please turn back into a clock”
EMMA THOMPSON LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
when belle says that her favourite shakespeare play is rom and jules and the beast is like “why is that not a surprise”
THE LIBRARY SCENE
“was that a joke? are you making jokes now?”
gaston talking to himself in the mirror
“you are the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever seen. nobody deserves you” same buddy same
“i’m not done with you yet” “me neither”
CHIP. IS. THE. SWEETEST
belle throwing a snowball at the beast and he’s just like “right” and fuckign decks her
THE WHOLE MRS. POTTS AND LEFOU SCENE
“we’re in a bad place right now” “you’re too good for him anyway”
THE TALE AS OLD AS TIME SCENE WHEN THE LIGHTS COME DOWN FROM THE CIELING FUC K ME UP
“happy place, gaston, happy place”
“the widows!” “oh, the widows”
“are there any other tasteless demands you wish to make upon my artistry?” “no, that’s it”
garderobe changing the three thugs and one of them looking fucking fabulous
’ Call it what you will… fate… destiny… ’
’ You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. ’
’ Really let that seep in. ’
’ What are you getting? ’
’ Your thoughts? ’
’ I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. ’
’ I could get used to a view like this. ’
’ Yep, I’m used to it. Guys I want a castle. ’
’ Great. Now I’m the bad guy. ’
’ Look in that mirror. ’
’ I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. ’
’ Oh look, you’re here too. ’
’ Skip the drama, stay with Mama! ’
’ This is the story of how I died. ’
’ Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. ’
’ Oh… oh no… where is my satchel? ’
’ I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it. ’
’ It’s in that pot, isn’t it? ’
’ I’m just teasing! ’
’ How you manage to do that every single day without fail! ’
’ It looks absolutely exhausting, darling! ’
’ Then I don’t know why it takes so long. ’
’ Oh, it’s nothing. ’
’ Who are you, and how did you find me? ’
’ I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. ’
’ May I just say… Hi. How ya doin’? ’
’ You were my new dream. ’
’ You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done! ’
’ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me! ’
’ How ‘bout best two out of three? ’
’ Who’s that? ’
’ They don’t like me. ’
’ Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, ______? ’
’ Go. Live your dream. ’
’ Your dream stinks. I was talking to her. ’
’ I was saying tomorrow is a really big day, and you didn’t really respond. ’
’ I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year. ’
’ No no no, can’t be. ’
’ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ’
’ You know how I feel about the mumbling. ’
’ Blah blah blah blah blah, it’s very annoying! ’
’ I’m just teasing, you’re adorable. ’
’ I love you so much, darling. ’
’ Let me just get this straight. ’
’ I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me back my satchel? ’
’ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ’
’ I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. ’
’ This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen. ’
’ Fine! I’ll take you to see the lanterns. ’
’ You broke my smolder. ’
’ Here comes the smolder. ’
’ This is bad, this is very very bad, this is really bad… ’
’ They just can’t get my nose right! ’
’ Who cares? ’
’ Well, it’s easy for you to say… ’
’ The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it. ’
’ I’ve been dreaming about them my entire life! ’
’ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ’
’ What’s your dream? ’
’ Sorry, boys. I don’t sing. ’
’ Well, I hope you’re here to apologize. ’
’ I have something for you too. ’
’ I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. ’
’ And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. ’
’ You know what I mean? ’
’ All right, okay, give me a boost, and I’ll pull you up. ’
’ I just… I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t… trust me? ’
’ Sorry… my hands are full. ’
’ I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years. ’
’ And what if it is? What do I do then? ’
’ What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? ’
’ Well, that’s the good part I guess. ’
’ You get to go find a new dream. ’
’ That’s a lot of hair. ’
’ Oh, now they’re just being mean. ’
’ I can’t believe I did this! ’
’ I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right? ’
’ I have made the decision to trust you. ’
’ So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? ’
’ Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it… ’
’ I have a big surprise! ’
’ Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes? ’
’ Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me? ’
’ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ’
’ You should see your faces because you look - ’
’ I didn’t see that coming. ’
’ But I know what the big question is? ’
’ So! Hey can I ask you something? ’
’ Because I’m not gonna lie, that would be stupendous… ’
’ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super strength in my hand? ’
’ Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess. ’
’ Whoaaaa! Somebody get me a glass! ’
’ Frying pans… who knew, right? ’
’ Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out. ’
’ Is that blood in your mustache? ’
’ Look at all the blood in his mustache! ’
’ I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ’
’ Now, I’m only picking up bits and pieces here, of course. ’
’ A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even. ’
’ I mean, this is serious stuff. ’
’ But let me ease your conscience. This is part of growing up. ’
’ You’re way over thinking this, trust me. ’
’ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m letting you out of the deal. ’
’ What is it going to take for me to get my satchel back? ’
’ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? ’
’ Well, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t know you had that in you back there. ’
’ Now, I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair. ’
’ Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog. ’
’ If you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven’t you gone before? ’
’ Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? ’
’ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… ’
’ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ’
’ Hmm. I have magic hair that glows when I sing. ’
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3923
Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)
A/N: Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter. I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story. I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you again for your patience between updates.
Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question. She was ranting and raving, throwing her
hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your
direction. She switched from English to
Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing
all the parts. You couldn’t get a word
in edgewise though. Every time you
opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you
with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never
seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous”
and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.
Featuring Lin-Manuel Miranda, Renee Elise Goldsberry, Daveed Diggs and Black Thought from the Roots
[VERSE 1: LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA] I’m full of surprises, it might take a minute to digest I’m gunnin’ for Pulitzer prizes. Ah, it’s a bit of a process But I got a Grammy, got a Tony, got a Emmy Goddamnit, homie, somebody show me the way to the Oscars
[VERSE 2: RENEE ELISE GOLDSBERRY] Upgraded the Railroad to a chariot with Harriet And Marie Curie brought some shit so hot we had to bury it Get my golden lariat, I’m a Wonder Woman gunnin’ for ‘em What you runnin’ from? You hear the thunder rumblin’ something’s coming Shatter y’all, hurricanes on wood frame houses The name’s Renée, you’ll never be the same BLAO. Game: blouses
[VERSE 3: DAVEED DIGGS] Diminishing returns make the burners come out, start to wave Question me if you wanna, y’all, I was up on the stage Playing a polyglot glutton, suckin’ a molly popsicle So sick of the club I just turn up at the hospital Ordering orderlies to turn the heat up four degrees So I can take my shirt off and live out my California dreams Scribble “Thug Life” in invisible ink An umbilical minor chord-clipping metaphysical link To the pastime high, wrecks, last time I checked There was hella rappers in line for the time to scream “I’m next” I just walked right in the door marked “Hamilton Stage,” stayed patient Playing these dead presidents I’m getting my reparations
Context: We’re playing a really weird homebrew version. Party is a brawler (Tosomaru) who for some unexplained reason has stupid strong lightning magic, an elderly and deaf monk (Oswald), and a theif (Caine) who can use magic, but only very poorly.
DM- Alright Caine, you’re trapped under a pile of enemies, all attempting to kill you at he same time.
Caine- Do I know any freezing magic?
DM- Uh… I think so?
Oswald OOC- Yes, but only a really basic ice spell.
Caine- Well then I roll to cast it and freeze the dudes closest to me. *Rolls a 5*
DM- You do freeze them, however now you’re even more stuck as you also froze yourself to the ground.
Tosomaru- (Yells at top of lungs) I KNOW! I ROLL TO CAST DIVINE LIGHTNING ON THE PILE OF THUGS!! *Rolls a 20*
DM- (Pauses) Well, you hit the pile dead on. The thugs at the top are fried, those on the ground are seizing out. But, um, you also hit Caine. (Pauses) Caine you take 28 damage and, um, die.
Tosomaru OOC- (Very quietly) Oh…
Last week, he and Adam had taken turns dragging each other on a moving dolly behind the BMW, and they both still had the marks to show it
Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
“Do you think it makes me look tougher?” Ronan said, “It makes you look like a loser.”
“You’re a Neanderthal.” “Sometimes you sound just like Gansey,” Ronan said. “Sometimes you don’t.” Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh. Ronan spit on the ground beside the BMW. “I didn’t realize that ‘midget’ was the Adam Parrish type.” he said.
Two years earlier, Adam had made his decision to come to Aglionby, and, in his head, it was sort of because of Ronan…even the way the other boy had moved, Adam recalled, had struck him: confident and careless, shoulders rolled back, chin tilted, an emperor’s son…He’d never wanted to be someone else so badly. In his head, that boy was Ronan.
“I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”
That whilst Harry lost his parents, that day, Minerva MC Gonagall lost four of her students. One of them used to be a head girl the other the head boy and all of them were her dear friends. Who btw. where also part of the order. She hears that Sirius Black. **Sirius Black** , Potter’s best friend , killed him, his wife and Peter Pettigrew, also one of his closest mates. She learned that , without reason but only the order of a dark lord, he killed his friends and laughed at their corpses.
She learns that their lovely son will grow up without knowing his parents.
She hears that he will have to stay with the muggles who hate him and his kin. And don’t tell me she didn’t know that.
Then, 11 years later she meets the boy and he looks just like James. Except for his eyes. Of course. Don’t tell me she didn’t , just for a second, felt that thug in her stomach. The grief. Don’t tell me she didn’t want the very best for that boy so many people loved and lived and died for.
(Because I honestly don’t think Remus wanted to keep on going after he heard what happened)
Then, again, two years later it turns out that Black is actually innocent. Don’t you think she felt absolutely horrible and guilty for letting him being shipped off to azkaban when he was in fact innocent. FOR 12 BLOODY YEARS!!!
And then, in Harry ’s fifth year Black fucking dies?? I mean, bugger off arsehole! Sirius Black, finally free. And then? He falls into the bloody veil and leaves as well. He wasn’t even hit by the bloody avada kadavra! By that time she lost four of her former students!
And last but not least. Two years later. Remus Lupin dies. As the last of the mauraders, he dies with his wife’s hand clasped in his own.
DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW AWFUL IT HAD TO BE FOR MINERVA BLOODY MC GONAGALL? A TEACHER THAT OUTLIVED HER OWN STUDENTS. THE STUDENTS THAT WERE THE VERY HEART AND SOUL TO HER HOUSE? WHO WERE ALWAYS JUMPING AROUND, PRANKING PEOPLE AND ALWAYS, I MEAN ABSOLUTELY ALWAYS FOUND A WAY TO CHEER OTHER PEOPLE UP?
and it didn’t even stop there. I mean, she had to watch her own pupils die once again during the battle of hogwarts. Just so she could then, later on, be the headmaster for their sons and daughters and brothers and sisters.
ALL I WANT TO SAY IS:
SHE NEVER GAVE UP. SHE NEVER LOST HOPE. SO, THANKS MINERVA MC GONAGALL FOR BEING SUCH A BADASS.
“Hale!” the young boy called, gun raised to meet the thugs face in the distance.
“Not today kid” Derek smirked his hand inching closer to his own revolver.
“Return the money. give yourself up. and apologize to old Jenkins” Stiles frowned as Derek chuckled at the absurd orders.
”I told you it wasn’t my doing in that pumpkin field,” Derek jumped off the horse to walk up to the young man who still had his gun raised “the money will go to the right place and well,” he now stood so close that the gun barrel was over his heart “sadly i can’t yet give myself up to you” he smirked making the young man blush up to his ears.
“Stop fucking around Hale!” Stiles stomped closer their face inches away and the gun still between their chests.
“Me? never” he inched his face closer till their noses bumped, breathes mixing together as the younger man’s eyes travel down to Derek’s lips.
“I don’t get you,” Stiles sighed his finger falling from the trigger “why do you do this? i know you are not like this. i knew you since i was three″ Derek pushed their foreheads together closing his eyes briefly.
“Well,” Derek smiled, his eyes catching Stiles’s “over the years i managed to get something worth becoming a thug for“
“Like what?” Stiles raised an eyebrow.
“Something great” Derek grinned and pulled the young man by the waist and crashing their lips together.
@moltentides here are the cowboy Sterek AU!!! in which stiles is still the sheriff’s son and Derek is part of a wild gang called “Wolf fang” who protects the small town they live in.