this came on the news this morning

variety.com
‘Wonder Woman’ Conquers the Domestic Box Office With Heroic $103.1 Million
By Seth Kelley

“Wonder Woman” is officially a box office hero.

The Warner Bros. and DC Comics film appears to have delivered on massively high expectations — as of the Sunday morning the super hero film is looking at a $103.1 million domestic opening weekend from 4,165 locations. That, combined with an international take of $122.5 million from 55 markets gives the movie a global opening of $223 million. $18.3 million of the global total came from Imax screens — that’s the third biggest opening for a DC Comics film behind “The Dark Knight Rises” and ahead of “Suicide Squad.”

Patty Jenkins now holds the banner for the best domestic opening for a female director, topping “Fifty Shades of Grey’s” Sam Taylor-Johnson ($85.1 million).

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Twitter is helpfully reminding Trump that Puerto Rico is part of the US

  • Trump is attacking Democrats for trying to “bail out … Puerto Rico with your tax dollars,” which, in a pair of tweets Wednesday night and Thursday morning, he said was “Sad!”
  • The tweets came in response to a Democratic effort to help Puerto Rico — which is mired in a massive debt crisis — cover Medicaid.
  • “NO!” Trump wrote in response to the push.
  • While the president clearly opposes using Americans’ tax dollars to help out the territory, many helpfully pointed out that Puerto Rico is — in fact — part of the United States of America. Read more (4/27/17 9:30 AM)
Waking Up

waking up w your avenger boo

Bucky: Most of the time you were awoken by Bucky himself shifting around in the bed, and petting the dog who managed to place himself on top of both yours and Bucky’s legs. The Great Dane seemed to think he was a small lap dog, and tended to do whatever was necessary to reach Bucky’s hand that was willing to scratch his ears. The next thing you always took notice of was the creases in your face from having your cheek pressed to his bare shoulder all night. Which also explained how your hair became a tangled mess, and one with Bucky’s long hair. But the overall best thing was Bucky’s sleepy face; hooded eyes, and a smirk that could make your pants fly across the room. Not to mention the raspy, sleepy voice that you adored more than anything. Waking up next to Bucky is the best place to be in the world.

Steve: It seemed like he donned a halo each and every morning that the sun came shining through the window panes of your bedroom. Even on grey mornings, Steve seemed to have an aura about his sleeping body that brought a smile to your face. Every morning you reach out to brush your hands over his cheeks, then place a kiss on his nose before he wakes up only to pull you closer. One thing nobody really knew about him was that his body temperature was so out of whack, so most nights he spent only sleeping in boxers because he was so warm. (Not that you minded one bit) Steve also really enjoyed having the news on in the morning once the both of you were awake, because this way he knew what was going on in the world all while having you in his arms.

Natasha: Since Natasha absolutely despises being sweaty, she “fixed” the thermostat in your room to always be a chilly 65 degrees. So waking up next to her, more like on top of her, is the best part of the day. Both you and Natasha are always bundled up with plush blankets that have been collected from various missions, and presents from over the years. To be honest, your bed could win a competition of the comfiest in the Avengers tower. But waking up next to the Black Widow was incomparable, red hair splayed out on the white pillow case, face scrunched from the dreams she was having. It was rare for you to wake up before her, since Nat’s wake up time was normally about 5 am. But either way, being with Natasha was the greatest time in your life.

Thor: The giant teddy bear you’re lucky enough to call your boyfriend was the best cuddler of all time. No one could ever come close to his soft skin and big arms pulling you to his side. However, Thor always ended up naked in the middle of the night, even if the previous night’s activities weren’t all that crazy. You often climbed on top of him and used his whole body as the bed, because he was honestly the comfiest person ever. He beat the bed’s comfort level by a long shot. If not for his horrible morning breath attacking your nose every damn morning, you would stay sprawled out on him all day. Thor adored seeing your sleepy face every morning, which gained you even more cuddles and kisses.

Bruce: He had developed a habit of scrunching himself into a ball while he slept. Bruce felt secure this way, and small enough to keep his destructive nature contained so he couldn’t hurt anyone. But the truth is, he hated it. He wanted to stay spread out so he could hold you, but his constant inner conflict kept him balled up. You always tried to lay on top him, hoping to keep him in one place for the duration of the night. It never worked, because you always ended up rolling off of him in your sleep. Which then started the chain reaction of him giving in to the reflex and curling up into a ball. It happened every night, without fail. Bruce craved contact with you, though, so he grabbed your hand and held it close to his heart. Waking up every morning without feeling in your hand became regular, because he gripped it in his sleep so unbelievably tight, like he was holding on to you for dear life.

Tony: If Tony is sharing a bed with anyone, there’s a 1000% chance there will be physical contact involved through the entirety of the night. You developed this theory when you had woken up early one morning, with one half of your body almost overheating and the other half cold enough to snap off. Feeling the steady rise and fall of Tony’s chest against your back, you looked over and realized that he had you locked in a bear hug. One of his arms were always tucked around your waist, and the other was underneath your torso, hand gently gripping the side of your stomach. Tony’s embrace is so unbelievably warm, in contrast to the below freezing temperature of his room. It feels like a furnace during the winter, so warm and so comforting. Comforting enough to keep your restlessness at bay until Tony woke up.

Peter: Sometimes when he came home from long missions in the city, he totally forgets to take off the spider-man suit. So this lead to you making sure that Tony upgraded his suit to the most comfortable material, not only on the inside for peter but on the outside as well. It was a gamble every morning on who would be where, since he formed a habit of flying out of the bed. You tried your best to prevent him from going anywhere, mostly by smushing your face into his neck and hooking your arms around his muscular frame. This usually guaranteed that he wouldn’t be flying anywhere, but there were slip ups. Sometimes, though, the placement shifted and he ended up nuzzled into your side. It was your favorite way to wake up, with his unusually warm body pressed against yours. So you loved to wake up with a faceful of warmth, and Peter.

Pietro: Since you were the closest thing Pietro had to a pillow, you always woke up with his head resting somewhere on your body, his hair tickling your skin. It woke you up every morning, without fail. Sometimes, he had planted his face on your chest, and lazily thrown an arm around your torso. Other times, he had his head on your stomach, absentmindedly rubbing small circles everywhere he could reach, the monotony putting him back to sleep. Most times however, Pietro had his head on top of your boobs, talking about how comfortable boobs are while you were lowkey suffocating. There was even one occurrence when he had completely flipped himself over the opposite end of the bed and had placed his head on your thigh. But it didn’t matter where he had ended up, you always cracked a sleepy smile and ran your fingers through his hair until he woke up.

Scott: This man child always woke up at least an hour before you did, there was never a time when he didn’t. You would have thought that he would just get out of bed and let you sleep. But no, he stayed put on his side of the bed and intently studied your face. Scott admired you like you were a piece in an art gallery. His eyes were drawn to the arch of your nose, then to the soft curvature of your cheekbones. You were in such a peaceful state when you were asleep, it was more than just beautiful. Well, to be fair, Scott thought you were beautiful under any circumstances. Sometimes he would just blurt out how pretty you were when heading home from missions, covered in sweat and blood. But there was just something about when your face was reminiscent of the peace that came with sleep that made you glow. When you finally cracked your eyes open, you immediately met his and uttered a raspy ‘good morning’, causing him to smile like a goof.

Loki: Personal space was very important to Loki. It didn’t matter that you had been sharing a bed with him for as long as either of you could remember. If Loki didn’t want physical contact, then that was that. You still were the only exception, however. Every evening, you would climb onto your respective half of the bed and get cozy, and wait for Loki to do the same. You never pressed him into any type of cuddling or anything, because you knew that you would make your way over to his side of the bed eventually. It always happened, and Loki never complained. He tried to keep the fact that he really enjoyed your cuddles a secret, but that was the one thing he couldn’t hide behind the facade. You discovered his “secret” when you woke up one early morning and buried your face in his hair, and pressed into his back. Instead of gently pushing you back to your half of the bed, he reached behind him, grabbed your arm, and brought it over his torso. Nothing could melt your heart more than that.

Clint: For some odd reason, unbeknownst to the two of you, you were both on the same exact sleeping schedule. The two of you became used to being sleepy at the same times, and opening your eyes at the same time as well. Throughout the night, Clint would wrap his arms around you, and you in turn would knit your legs together with his. The two of you would basically become human pretzels all while sleeping. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, and found that entangling his limbs with yours was the best way, without you two literally fusing together. That’s when waking up at the exact same time was good, because you could spend some time giggling and reclaiming limbs without waking the other. Honestly, you two were so enamored with each other it almost made everyone else sick, but you two were as happy as ever.

Wanda: Wanda’s room is undoubtedly the most cute and comfiest room in the whole building. Starting with the fact that it’s always at a perfect seventy degrees. The pillows are memory foam, the blankets are fleece, and Wanda is the perfect size to cuddle. So it was a given that you would sleep together in her room. In the mornings, the only thing that would wake the two of you was Steve’s incessant pestering about training. He would periodically knock on the door, open it and peek his head in, reminding the two of you that ‘you can sleep after practice’. Wanda just groans and cuddles deeper into your side, while you cover your face with another pillow, effectively tuning him out. Mornings with Wanda felt like a dream, because you never felt more peaceful with anyone else.

Viral

Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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The rules were clear; to participate, you needed four things:

A floral-printed dress (knee length), a shawl (red or pink), artificial flowers in your hair (three, at a minimum), but most important of all, of course, was the unibrow.

Hundreds of people came together at the Dallas Museum of Art Thursday night, in an attempt to set the record for the largest gathering ever of people dressed like Mexican artist Frida Kahlo.

Her work is on display at the museum as part of a wildly popular exhibit that also features paintings by Mexican artists Diego Rivera and Jose Clemente Orozco. The exhibit is among the museum’s top 10 most successful since 2000, according to the Dallas Morning News, with more than 75,000 visitors as of mid-June.

Thursday would have marked the influential artist’s 110th birthday, but she died in 1954.

Frida Kahlo Celebrated With An Attempt At A World Record

Photos: Miguel Perez/KERA

Through the Years (Part 5)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,116

“Through the Years” Masterlist

A/N: BOOM. Here’s my inbox. :) Also, there may be some inconsistencies. Sorry.

Originally posted by ariesw1493


2011

Not knowing when the last letter would come was torturous for you. Refusing to interact with anyone outside of the normal socialization you had to go through at work, you tried to find some solace in the letters you kept in the wooden box, remembering the innocence by which you got to know the man you now were learning to love.

But he’d be yanked out of your hands soon.

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Breaking: Sean Spicer resigns as White House press secretary

  • Sean Spicer resigned from his post as White House press secretary Friday morning following President Donald Trump’s decision to name hedge fund financier Anthony Scaramucci as communications director, the New York Timesreported.
  • Spicer reportedly objected to Scaramucci’s appointment, telling the president it was a major mistake, according to the Times.
  • Spicer came on as press secretary in January. His tenure was characterized by a combative and elusive relationship with the White House press corps. Read more (7/21/17 12 PM)
Far Away (J-Hope)

commission for @xeronectus, i hope you like it hun! thank you again so much for the commission, it means the absolute world to me. fighting!

commissions: open check out commissions/donations

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“i’ll be home tomorrow babe.”

“im sorry, our tour got extended only two more weeks.”

“they want us to go to malaysia now, one more month we can do it.”

“my flight got delayed, i’ll see you tomorrow.”

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LETTER FROM EYRICKA KING, RECEIVED 11 JULY 2017
====================================

DEAR ——–

HELLO HOW ARE YOU? FINE I HOPE
AS FOR ME NOT DOING WELL AT ALL.
THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME! SERIOUSLY
I GOT BACK TO FRANKLIN ON FRIDAY
JUNE 30ᵀᴴ AND I’VE BEEN IN THE BOX
SINCE I WAS ATTACKED BY SOME
SARGENTS UPON MY ARRIVAL BACK HERE
AND THROWN IN THE BOX TO SILENCE
ME. HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED
WHEN I GOT BACK TO FRANKLIN
THE PUT ME IN A DORM WITH THE
SAME GUY (INMATE) WHO TRIED HAVING
SEX WITH ME AND WHEN I REFUSED
TO HAVE SEX HE SPIT ON ME, YOU
REMEMBER WHEN THAT INCIDENT HAPPENED
BACK IN APRIL, AND THE PREA DEPUTY
MS. SOUTHERS HAD ME MOVED TO
A BETTER DORM. OK UPON MY
ARRIVAL TO THE DORM THE INMATE
CAME TO THE DOOR WITH 3
OTHER INMATES AND THREATENED

[new page]

TO ATTACK ME IF I CAME INTO
THE HOUSE. SO I IMMEDIATLY
TOLD THE OFFICER THAT I COULD NOT
LIVE IN THAT DORM AND FOR HIM
TO CALL A SARGENT, HE DID JUST
THAT. THE SARGENT ARRIVED IN A
BLACK VAN WITH 2 OTHER SARGENTS
AND HE IMMEDIATLY SAID IT 9:00
AT NIGHT I DON’T FEEL LIKE DEALING
WITH THIS PUSSY FAGGOT CUFF
HIM NOW THE OTHER SARGENTS
THEN BEGAN RUFFING ME UP
THEY SLAMMED ME FACE FIRST ON
A BRICK WALL LUCKILY NOTHING
SEVERE HAPPENED TO MY FACE BUT
I WAS SLAMMED SO HARD ONTO
THE WALL MY RIGHT BREAST INPLANT
SWELLED UP EXTRA BIG AND IS
BRUISED THEY BEGAN PUNCHING
ME AND SAYING YOU ARE A
MAN WHAT IS A FUCKING TRANSGENDER

[new page]

I WAS CRYING AND BEGGING
FOR THEM TO STOP BEATING ME
ONE SARGENT SAID AINT THAT WHAT
YOU LIKE YOU LIKE MEN TO MAN
HANDLE YOU. THEY THEN THREW ME
IN THE BACK OF THE VAN BEAT UP
AND STILL CUFFED AND DROVE ME
TO THE BOX AND STRIPPED ME NAKED
AND THREW ME IN A CELL IVE BEEN
IN THE SAME CELL SINCE, THEY ARE
DENYING ME MEDICAL TREATMENT
IVE BEEN ▦ IN SO MUCH PAIN AND
SO OUT OF IT I HAVENT EATEN SINCE
FRIDAY MORNING JUNE 30ᵀᴴ. ——– IM
SO SCARED I THINK THEY ARE GOING
TO REALLY HURT ME AND TRY TO SAY IT
WAS A SUICIDE. PLEASE CONTACT
EVERYBODY THE NEWS STATIONS
CALL THE FACILITY ASK TO SPEAK
WITH MS. SAUTHERS AND DEPUTY
RONALD FOSTER HAVE ——– AND

[new page]

——– HELP, CONTACT ——–
ALSO I NEED OUT OF THE BOX
BEFORE IT’S TO LATE I SWEAR
——– I THINK I MIGHT DIE IN
HERE PLEASE HELP ME

I WROTE YOU 3 DIFFERENT TIMES SINCE
THIS HAPPENED ONLY TO GET THE MAIL
RETURNED TO ME SHREDDED UP IN
PIECES, THANKS TO ONE GOOD OFFICER
THAT CAME TO THE CELL TODAY AND TOLD
ME HE SEE’S EVERYTHING THEY DOING
TO ME AND THAT HE GOING TO MAKE
SURE THIS LETTER GETES MAILED OUT.
AGAIN ——– HELP ME DO
EVERY AND ANYTHING YOU
GUYS CAN TO GET ME
OUT OF HERE. F2L IS MY
ONLY HOPE.

        ERICA

[new page]

THEY ONLY CARE ONCE YOU HAVE
PEOPLE FROM THE OUTSIDE CALL
IN. HAVE ——– CONTACT
THE COMMISSIONER GUY THAT
SHE BEEN SPEAKING WITH.
——– I DONT WANNA BE IN
THE BOX I DID NOTHING WRONG
HELP ME.

P.S. I PRAY THIS LETTER
REACHES YOU.

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Assist by calling these numbers:

Jason Effman…Head PREA person in Albany…518-457-3955
Franklin Correctional Facility: 518 483 6040. (You can ask to talk to Deputy Deb Southers or a sergeant).
Office of Special Investigations Department of Corrections and Community Supervision (PREA office)…(518)-457-2653
Office of the Inspector General…(518) 474-1010

and demanding that Eyricka be transferred out of Franklin to a facility closer to NYC with protective custody that is *not* solitary confinement. Eyricka’s DIN# is 16A4486. If you call, reply to this post or reblog with a summary so that we can know what kind of impact we are having.


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As GOP seeks to scale back LGBTQ protections, the ACLU threatens legal action

  • The American Civil Liberties Union says it will sue President Donald Trump if he signs an executive order that threatens the rights of LGBT people.
  • USA Today obtained a copy of a letter signed by 51 Republican members of the House who urged Trump to live up to his campaign vows to defend religious liberties.
  • The lawmakers want Trump to sign a draft executive order which came to light in February. Based on a leaked copy of the draft, The Nation reported in February that the order “would create wholesale exemptions for people and organizations who claim religious objections to same-sex marriage, premarital sex, abortion and trans identity.”
  • The ACLU warned via Twitter Tuesday morning that “If President Trump signs an executive order targeting the LGBT community for discrimination, we’ll sue.” Read more (4/25/17)
Last Night

Originally posted by dceus

Prompt: can you do one where the reader is Tony’s daughter but he doesn’t know the reader and peter are together and he tries to set he reader up with a close friend or whatever and Peter gets jealous ??

Word Count: 1,793

A/N: Written by Claire xx

Your name: submit What is this?

You wake up with your neck aching and your hand resting on something soft and warm. As your eyes slowly open and register your surroundings, you find yourself looking at the piles of books that you and Peter had abandoned during the night. Speaking of Peter, you were half tucked into his side, his slow breathing dusting the side of your neck.


You smiled softly, sitting up to move the books off of your bed and snuggle deeper into Peter, wrapping your arms around him and surrounding yourself with his warm scent.

The alarm comes on what feels like seconds later, jolting the two of you awake. Peter groans, rubbing his eyes. You’re already sitting up again, slamming your hand on the alarm to stop the obnoxious beeping as your heart rate begins to return to normal.

“What time is it?” He moaned, halfway through a yawn.

“Um,” you checked the clock. “6:30. You better get out of here before my dad gets up.”

Peter curses, beginning to gather his books from the floor and running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. You took a moment to appreciate him; the rising sun through the window painted him multiple shades of gold and his messy hair waved over his forehead. His voice was low with sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he looked at you.

“I really didn’t mean to crash here last night, sorry Y/N.” You were already rolling his comments off.

“Oh, please, you know I never mind.” You grinned at him, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek.

Your smile was reciprocated on his face. “What time did we even fall asleep last night?”

You began tying your hair up, thinking back to the previous night. The last thing you remembered was leaning against the palm of your hand as your eyes began to shut with exhaustion, Peter’s fingers absentmindedly twisting a strand of your hair, listening to the gentle sound of his voice as he talked you through the equation again. “I have no idea.”

The sound of a door shutting heightened awareness in both of you as you exchanged wide-eyed looks. “I really gotta get out of here.” Peter finished cramming the last of his things into his backpack, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning to leave. You grabbed his wrist before he could leave, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before pressing your forehead to his.

“I had a nice time last night, Parker.”

“I’ll see you at school, Y/N. But now I really have to go, you know I don’t want to but if Tony Stark catches me in his daughter’s bedroom this early in the morning, we’ll have some problems.”

You laughed, pushing his chest away. “I’ll see you later, Spiderman.”

The last thing you saw before Peter’s head disappeared behind your door was his blinding smile, dimples and all, before he was gone.

By the time you came into the kitchen, coffee was already waiting for you on the counter. Your father was seated, scrolling through the news on his tablet. “Late morning, Y/N?” He didn’t even have to look up.

You grimaced. “Yeah, big science test today. I stayed up to study.” You sipped your coffee, reaching to grab cereal from the cabinet.

“You didn’t forget about tonight, did you?” You freeze, looking questioningly at him.

“Tonight?”

“The Thompson’s are coming over tonight, we have to talk business but they have a son for you to entertain.”

You made a face. “Entertain?”

Your father shrugged at you, his familiar boyish smile tugging at his lips. “One way or another, he needs to be distracted. I’ve heard he grew into quite a handsome young man, who knows what could happen?”

“Dad…” You groan, nudging his shoulder with yours. Ever since you had asked him to not be opposed to the idea of you dating, he had done a complete 180 and insisted on “looking out” for you everywhere he could, doing everything short of designing your dating profile.

If only he knew that you were dating possibly the only boy that he wouldn’t want you to date.

***

The dinner was going fine, if not achingly slowly. Harry, the son that was supposedly your age, turned out to be a year older. He was actually quite good-looking, with strong features, and might even have been your type if he hadn’t had all the personality of wet cardboard. He didn’t seem to really want to discuss anything with you other than his mission trip to Haiti and his future in his father’s business, but he smiled along nicely enough to hear your own ideas on what you wanted to do after school.

After dinner, Tony took Harry’s parents into his study for “adult mumbo jumbo”, as he so fondly referred to it, leaving you and Harry in the living room alone. You wanted desperately to take off the unfortunate heels you had chosen for the occasion, but Harry’s stiff gaze didn’t quite make you feel comfortable enough to do so.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You suggested, your cheeks almost hurting from the smile you had glossed over it. You were desperate to avoid struggling through more discussion.

“Yes, I would love that. Do you have any documentaries you would like to watch?”

You half thought he was joking, but his choice of a political documentary about George W. Bush’s presidency proved you wrong. You weren’t sure if it was your late night with Peter catching up to you, or just the nature of your ever-so-boring company, but you felt yourself becoming more and more exhausted.

When the doorbell rang, you were more than excited to answer. “I’ll get it!” You announced, although Harry hardly glanced at you and you weren’t entirely sure who else would answer it. You checked the monitor on your way to the door and were surprised to find your boyfriend on the screen.

You swung the door open excitedly, already feeling your mood brighten at the thought of even a few minutes in Peter’s company.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” You felt frenzied, almost too excited to have an excuse to leave Harry.

“Oh, uh, I was just testing these for your dad and he said I could drop them off today, I just got off work.” Peter held up a bag, presumably of new tech for his suit. “What’s the occasion?” His eyes roamed over your makeup, stronger than it had been at school, and the dress and heels you were wearing.

“Are those my gifts I hear?” Your dad’s voice rang from behind you. “Ah, yes, Mr. Parker, I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

You stepped aside so Peter could come in, finding yourself facing the Thompsons and Harry as well. Peter set the bag down, surveying the scene before him.

“Right! How rude of me. Angela, Brian, this is Peter Parker, one of my scientists in training.” Tony addressed Harry’s parents, although you’d never heard him introduce Peter like that. “Peter, this is the Thompson family.”

Harry stepped forward, his posture admirably straight. “I’m Harry Thompson, please to meet you.” His hand gripped Peter’s so intensely that you cringed from your position. “I take it you and Y/N are friends as well.”

Everyone’s eyes went to you, and you felt an involuntary blush warming your cheeks.

“Yes, Y/N and Peter are good friends from school.” Tony’s smile brightened just a bit. “You know, Harry, I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t mind making other close friends, if you’re interested.”

Harry nodded. “Noted, sir.” You made immediate eye contact with Peter, trying your best to express how little you wanted Harry to be your “friend”. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, staring at the ground like he was trying not to draw attention to the sting of being called just your friend. You felt it too.

It didn’t take long for your father to use his social prowess to escort the entire group out at the night drew to a close. By the time the door shut, his entire face shifted.

“Dear lord, could those people be any drier?”

Had he made that comment any earlier in the evening, you would’ve laughed in relief and agreed heartily, but all you could think of was getting to Peter and explaining.

“Yeah, although I just remembered that a friend borrowed my notes and I really need them back before tomorrow, I’m just going to go grab them okay? Thanks, Dad.” You spoke so quickly that you weren’t even sure he knew what you said, but he waved you off.

“Oh, and Y/N?” You stopped just short of the door, turning to face him. “I’m one of the world’s most famous geniuses. Give me a little credit with the excuses, okay? Just don’t come back really late from wherever you’re actually going.”

You smiled at him. “I won’t.”

***

The drive to Peter’s seemed to be much faster than you remembered, but soon enough you found yourself standing on his stoop, your knuckles rapping on the door. He answered in his pajamas, clearly confused to find you there.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Peter, let me explain, I-”

“Oh yes, please do explain to me how I seemed to have interrupted quite the little date between you and some other guy tonight. I’d love to hear it.” You winced at the hurt in his voice. “Look, Y/N, what’s th-”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You surged forward, your hands seizing around his shoulders and pulling him in for a strong kiss. His hands tightened on your waist, and you almost began to lose yourself before reminding yourself what you had to say.

You broke it off, looking straight into Peter’s eyes. “Tonight was one of the most boring nights of my entire life, Peter. I was thinking about you the whole night, I couldn’t wait until Harry left so I could text you literal direct quotes of all the terribly boring things he said to me.” Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers with his, bringing them to your lips. “Peter, I-”

He kissed you before you could say anything else, his hands buried in your hair. You eagerly retaliated, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. He ended the kiss, grinning ear to ear.

“I want to tell your dad about us.”

You laughed, pulling him closer. “Well, if you would let me finish, I was just getting there, Parker. I want to tell him too. He loves you and I can’t imagine why he would turn this down.”

You almost didn’t get to finish your sentence before he was kissing you again.

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,704 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?


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The White House is under pressure to clarify whether it has issued an apology to the British government for claiming the UK’s GCHQ intelligence agency spied on Donald Trump for the Obama administration.

Less than 24 hours after press secretary Sean Spicer repeated the allegation from a White House podium, British government sources briefed news outlets on Friday morning that the US had apologized. The Telegraph, quoting intelligence sources, even reported the apology came direct from Spicer and National Security Adviser, General H R McMaster.

In an on-the-record statement, a Downing Street spokesperson said the UK government “made clear the allegations were ridiculous and received reassurances that they would not be repeated” following a discussion with US counterparts.

But US officials have been disputed whether the Trump administration had gone as far as an apology. One administration source told BuzzFeed News: “The UK demanded an apology, NSC worked overnight to try and smooth things over.”

The ambiguity over whether it was an apology puts pressure on Trump aides to clarify the exact nature of the conversation. Trump is legendarily opposed to apologizing.

The White House told reporters on Friday that British ambassador to Washington Kim Darroch and Sir Mark Lyall, the UK national security adviser, had expressed their concerns to Spicer and McMaster, who had explained that Spicer was simply pointing to public reports, not endorsing any specific story.

The diplomatic row between the White House and its closest intelligence partner broke out on Thursday when Spicer cited Fox & Friends’ Tuesday show while trying to defend the president’s allegation of wiretapping. On the program, Fox News’ judicial analyst Andrew Napolitano claimed that three intelligence sources had told him Obama called on the services of GCHQ.

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AARP, American Medical Association oppose GOP health care bill, citing loss of coverage

  • Two major interest groups with sway among Capitol Hill lawmakers have come out forcefully against the GOP’s newly released health care plan, saying the bill could lower the quality of health care or even put it out of reach for many low-income Americans.
  • On Tuesday night, AARP came out against the bill, saying it will increase costs to Americans aged 50 and older by thousands of dollars per year.
  • And on Wednesday morning, the American Medical Association — the largest association of physicians in the United States — sent a letter to Congress opposing the bill, calling it “critically flawed” and saying it would “have an adverse impact on patients and the health of the nation.” Read more (3/8/18 10:10 AM)
Mafia!Jungkook Imagine

Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1//Part 2


Usually you weren’t charged with cases involving the mafia. Especially since you got this job only half a year ago. But today, you entered your working place and instantly noticed that something was off: Everyone was looking at you with a curious, sympathetic expression. You raised your eyebrows in confusion when your boss, a middle-aged, serious woman, left her office and came your way.

“Good morning, (Y/N). I’ve got bad news. Officer Miller didn’t return from his… mission yesterday. He probably got in contact with the mafia. We need someone to search for him. Your the only one who  might know where exactly he went.”

Your eyes went big in shock and you nodded. Yes, you knew where he went. And you’d told him at least 10 times to stay away from there. That idiot… Of course you were the one saving his ass now. You informed your boss that you were leaving immediatly, since every second might be his last. You also took one of your co-workers with you, since you didn’t want to make the same mistake as him. 10 minutes later, equipped with a gun and a tracking device, you and oneof your co-workers where rushing to the place where you assumed you’d find the Officer.

“I can’t believe Miller was naive enough to go there alone. Even I heard that this part of town is practically invested by the mafia! What was he hoping? That he could arrest them all alone?”, the young man accompanying you said angrily.

You just shrugged your shoulders. Actually, he was probably right. Some people just wanted to be a hero at all costs.

After looking for the officer for about 2 hours in a quite shabby neighbourhood, the two of you arrived at a shady looking bar. Just looking at it made you feel uncomfortable. The wall was painted all black but the colour was already falling off, making the whole building looking kind off run-down. There where no windows. The only hint of colour decorating the bar was a yellow neon sign. It said ‘Happy Oasis’, which made you roll your eyes. Whoever picked this name was probably blind. But you were pretty sure the Officer went to this part of town, so if they didn’t bring him to another place that fast, this bar was your last hope.

You told your co-worker to stay close to you as you entered the bar. Loud, harsh voices, the smell of alcohol and way to much perfume were making you want to puke or at least run away. But you forced yourself to stay and observe the bar. You pulled your collar up to your nose and made sure your gun was still there. It was an open secret that you weren’t welcome here and luckily you weren’t dumb enough to wear your police uniform. It only took you a few seconds to realize that you were being observed.  

In the darkest corner of the bar a few guys were sitting on a big, dark red sofa. They were drinking a strange clear liquid and some of them had amused smirks on their faces. You immediatly knew who they where. Not like they were trying to hide it.

“I think those guys might know where Officer Miller is…”, your co-worker whispered. You nodded slightly, not wanting to catch the attention of even more people. Well, there was only one way to find out. You exchanged a knowing glance with him, then you made your way over to the sofa. You didn’t even need to say anything, one of them immediatly started talking.

“Well well, what are the cops doing at a place like this? Is your job getting boring?”, he said as he raised one eyebrow. Some of the other guys started laughing.

You tried not to show them how confused you where. How did he know you where cops? Did you act that obvious? However, you still had to find out where Miller was.

“You know why whe’re here. You took something that’s not yours. And we’d like to have it back.”, you said with a stable voice. The last thing you wanted was to sound intimidated- even If you where.

Now all of them were laughing. The atmosphere was overbearing. You exchanged an alarmed look with your co-worker. Maybe they weren’t the one who took Miller and you where just getting yourselfs in danger, without a reason. Maybe you should just leave. At least your brain was telling you to do so. And your legs. And basically every cell of your body.

“We take something that’s not ours every day, sweetie.You'll have to get more precise, I don’t have time for you.”

Your nerves where already all on edge, so you decided to just confront him. Not like you had a choice, this wasn’t going well for you at all anyways.

“You abducted a Police Officer. Where is he? If I was you, I wouldn’t mess with the Police.”

You weren’t really thinking, you just tried to get some information without getting yourself into deeper trouble. On the risk that those guys didn’t even take the Officer. However, that didn’t work out well.

“Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t. And I don’t think you should talk about messing with someone right know.” The guy eyed you with his dark brown eyes, eyebrows still raised. You could tell he was starting to get impatient. You need to get yourself out of here, but on the other hand you couldn’t just leave Miller with those mafia guys- If they actually took him. You took a deep breath. There was no right or wrong, just a solution that would save your ass- and your co-workers.

“How about we make a deal? You let our collegue go and we make sure there’s not going to be a police raid in this area.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. They had to agree. This was your last chance. It was a fair deal, all you could do. You assumed the guy who talked to you was the leader so you studied his reaction. He actually seemed to be considering it. You had to admit that you couldn’t assure him that the police wasn’t doing a police raid anyways after Miller was free, but you still prayed for the best.

After some time, it felt like eternity, he lifted his head and smirked. The other guys where already minding their own business by now, leaving the brown eyed guy, you and your co-worker alone.

“Alright. That’s the deal. No police raids here. That cop is free. Follow me… I’ll show you where he is. And don’t even try to trick me, someone’s watching my back.”

He stood up from the sofa, now standing right in front of you. He was quite tall and you couldn’t stop yourself from realizing…- how handsome he actually was. Even when he had this strange smirk on his lips. It gave you chills. His dark brown hair looked so fluffy you had to hold yourself back from touching it. Before he could catch you staring at his face, he turned around and quickly walked to a little, black door which you hadn’t even seen until now. You had problems keeping up with him and making sure your gun was still at the right place, so you didn’t mind turning around to look for your co-worker. If he wasn’t crazy. he would be following anyways. When you arrived at the door, the mafia guy opened it and signaled for you to walk in. Once again you didn’t have a choice, so you quickly walked into the room, expecting Officer Miller to be there somewhere. However, you were greeted by nothing but darkness. It was so dark you couldn’t even see your own hand. You had a really bad feeling about this. If he was here, wouldn’t he try to make a sound? It was completely silent. Way to silent. Was it all… a trap? You could hear the door closing behind you with a loud bump and you jumped slightly. Right. You could slap yourself. Yes, you didn’t have a choice, but you shouldn’t have trusted him.

“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Originally posted by nnochu


So this was part one of my very first Imagine-

If you guys like it, I’ll make a part two, If not… This Imagine is just chilling on my blog, don’t mind it xD

Please let me know in case you actually like it.~~

Break A Little

Pairing: Tom Holland X Actress! Reader

Warning: Some swearing

Based on a song from Kirstin’s new EP called LOVE. I do not own this EP, song, Marvel, Ben & Jerry’s, the photos, etc. I only own the writing. (Because this was a plotline I came up with after listening to ‘Break A Little’ by Kirstin.) All rights go to their respectful owner. And I don’t think the tweet is real. I just made it up on the spot.

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Trump falsely accuses Obama of releasing 122 recidivist Guantanamo Bay prisoners

  • Trump hopped on Twitter Tuesday morning to incorrectly blame Obama for the release of 122 former Guantanamo Bay detainees U.S intelligence agencies claim have now returned to terrorism.
  • The tweet came just after a segment on Fox News’ FOX & Friends correctly claiming that 122 prisoners released from Guantanamo Bay have re-engaged in terrorist activities.
  • The clip, however, failed to mention that 113 of those prisoners had been released during the tenure of former President George W. Bush. Only nine of them had been freed during the Obama years. Read more (3/7/17 10:14 AM)
Wheres my Love ~ Peter Parker

Request: Could you maybe do a peter song fic based off of where’s my love by syml?? lots of love to you!!

Word count: 1,891

Warnings: Make-out, minor swearing, angst

Relationship: Peter Parker x female!reader

A/n: the italics or “flashbacks”, I hope you guys like this! Requests are currently open. This fic is based off of the song Wheres my Love by Syml and I highly suggest you listen to this song while reading it :)

The day she left was the day Peter’s heart shattered into a million pieces. He remembered the moment she left the note in his room like it happened minutes ago. His heart felt heavy and his body numb.

Dear, Peter

Peter I don’t want to leave but I have to go, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this in person, I just couldn’t face you. I love you, Peter Parker. I always will, but we have to move on.

Love, Y/N

He discovered the note on his bed after she had left for the night. She had been acting strange all night, but Peter just blew it off like it was nothing. He had plopped down on his bed and he heard a crinkling sound under his pillow. The note was stained with tears that he assumed were from her. He threw the note down darting to grab his phone to text Y/N. He texted her over one hundred times, but he’s never gotten anything back. The next morning May came into his room breaking the news that Y/N never came home after the night of being at his house.

“Hey Peter, my parents said I have to come home” she sighed. She got up from her seat on my bed making her way over to me and engulfing me into a huge hug. She snuggled her head into my neck pulling me as close as she possibly could. She pulled away from the hug and gripped my cheeks and brought her lips to mine. Peter wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer and she moved her hands from my cheeks to the back of my neck. She started to pull at the strands of hair and he let out a hum in approval. He moved his hands from her back to her hips and gave them a squeeze causing her to gasp, and he took this opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. She attempted to win dominance, but Peter didn’t allow it. He put his hand under her thighs signaling her to jump. He walked over to the bed not breaking the kiss and laid her down on his bed. He took the spot in between her legs and broke the kiss and moved his lips to his neck surely leaving and mark. This caused Y/N to throw her head back in pleasure.

“I have to go Peter” she breathed, he stopped kissing her neck and lifted his head up settling his forehead on hers.

“Do you have to” Peter whined kissing her again. She kissed back for a couple seconds, but she pulled away and nodded. Peter rolled off of her and laid back on his pillow. She propped herself up on her elbows and turned to face him.

“Peter, you can never forget that I love you” she whispered. Peter frowned, sitting up a bit. He cupped her cheek looking her straight in the eye.

“I won’t, and you never forget I love you more than anything and anyone in the world” He stated giving her a goofy smile. She gave him one last kiss and walked out the door, and that’s the last time he ever saw her.

Peter stared up at the ceiling her felt tears begin the blur his vision. He felt the salty liquid begin to run down his face. He didn’t want to cry, but that was the only way he could cope

Why did she leave? He thought. Why would she leave everything behind even her family? Even me. Why can’t she just come home? He needed her.

It had been over a month since she disappeared without a trace, but he still cried himself to sleep. All he thought of was her. His grades had been dropping because every day he would stare out the window hoping he would see her come back. He would stare at her seat imagining she was sitting there. School had felt so empty without her. For the first couple weeks, she was all everyone talked about her. Everyone stared at him, they pushed him with questions about what happened, but the truth was he had no clue what happened or where the hell she went. All he knew is he wasn’t going to stop until he found her.

“Peter there is a Y/N here to see you” he heard May shout. Peter instantly hopped off his bed running to meet the beautiful girl he was paired up to do a project with.

“Hey,” she said looking down at her feet.

“Hey” Peter responded back rocking back, and forth on heels. They both stood there in awkward silence until Peter broke it.

“Would you like to go to my room in work” he suggested.

“Um, yeah, of course” she agreed, giving a small smile. She followed him to his room and they both sat on his bed.

“Sooo, what do you wanna do for this stupid project,” Peter asked looking up at her.

“I have no idea” she laughed pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“We can probably just do a powerpoint, that will be the easiest” he replied getting up to grab his computer. Y/N bent down to reach for her laptop which was currently in her backpack. While she did that he looked at her memorizing all her features. She was breathtaking. After she had gotten her laptop she sat back up. Peter still staring at her. Y/N felt the heat rise to her cheeks and she bows her head down so he wouldn’t notice that she was blushing.

“What are you looking at,” she asked timidly

“You’re just very beautiful” he replied, but a second later he quickly covered his mouth mentally freaking out. “I-I mean u-h” He stumbled over his words trying to fix what he had just said. He was redder than a tomato and so was she.

“Thank you” she blurted, giving him a warm smile and then immediately looking back down at her feet.

Just thinking of this memory made Peter’s chest feel tight and his heart to feel heavier than ever before. Her leaving was even interfering with his job as Spiderman. He could barely get himself out of bed. She was the only person besides Tony Stark that knew he was Spiderman. She was always there for him, to take care of him to stitch him up, to hold him when he was scared.

Y/N was walking home late at night when a man covered her mouth pulling her into a dark alley. She let out a muffled scream, kicking and squirming trying to get away. She was able to elbow him hard enough which gave her the chance to run and scream for help. He was about to grab her again, but Spiderman swooped in webbing the man to a wall. Y/N was shocked and terrified. He grabbed her waist and took her to the top of a building. He put her down gently. There were tears streaming down her face making his heart ache in agony for her.

“Are you okay miss?” Spiderman asked the shaking girl. All of the sudden the girl wasn’t scared. She knew that voice.

“Peter”? she questioned.

“N-no this I-Isn’t Peter” he lied trying to keep his cool and get out of this situation without you finding out.

“Don’t lie, I know your voice Peter Parker” she whisper yelled. She slowly raised her hands and began to lift the mask off. There was no way Peter could lie his way out of this one, so he didn’t stop her. “I don’t know if I should be Mad, grateful, or terrified”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell anyone, please for-” He was cut off by her attaching her lips to his. Her lips were soft and delicate, which made him melt into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped him around her waist. She pulled away resting her forehead on his.

“God I’ve wanted to do that for so long” she whispered breathlessly. Giving him the smile he adored and could stare at for hours

Peter winced in pain thinking that he was probably never going to feel your lips on yours ever again. He didn’t want to be Spiderman without you. He didn’t want to live without. He reached for a photo on the night stand. It was a picture of her in front of the Statue of Liberty. Her smile was huge, she had been laughing at Peter because he could figure out how to work her camera

“Peter”! She exclaimed, burying her head in her hands. “You just press the button at the top of the camera” she laughed.

“This is a lot more complicated than you think Y/N” he mumbled fiddling with the camera.

“Wow, the genius can’t figure out how to take a picture” she sassed. She started to laugh at the glare you threw at her and Peter finally snapped the picture.

He held the photo to his chest, hugging it. Tears pooled his eyes once again

“Just come home Y/N” he whispered.

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Peter lived out the rest of his high school years without Y/N, and even though she told him to move on, he couldn’t. He was so in love with her and even after 2 years without her he still loved her, but there was part of him that hated her. Hated her for leaving him alone with no reason why, All he wanted was a reason, just some type of closure, but he knew he was never going to get it. Peter had been accepted into Columbia University to study chemistry. He was starting over. He needed to get over Y/N, and he had to face the reality that he was never going to see her again. He had just set up his dorm that he was sharing with his best friend Ned.

“Do you want to go check out the stands and join some clubs?” Ned asked pulling Peter out of his gaze out the window.

“Yeah, why not” he replied nonchalantly. Leaving Ned with his mouth wide open. He was almost as shocked as he was when he found out Peter was Spiderman. Ned didn’t expect Peter to join any clubs because he had quit everything he was in the day Y/N left.  He was the only one who knew she had left. Everyone thought she had just disappeared, but the truth was she had left without a trace, but he kept that to himself. The two boys went down to the main grounds to check out the clubs that they could join. Peter was standing near the decathlons teams table. He took a brochure and turned around. He looked off in the distance trying to find where Ned was, but he didn’t find Ned. He saw the girl he had been looking for, for over two years. He found Y/N.

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Part 2?