this is very much what i meant when i said you have to sometimes gut things to make them work again

Better

Summary: A certain family member comes to visit and he has things to say, much to a young man’s distress.

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, emotional abuse, attempted physical harm

Word count: 4,413

Requested by @princeasimdiya12!! Hope you enjoy it; I really enjoyed writing it ah!!

AO3


“You did what last year?”

“Oh c’mon Ford, don’t act so surprised. I’ve been doing dumb shit like that since we were young.”

“Okay, sure, but these were young kids. Don’t you think that was a little bit of overkill?”

Stan shook his head, grinning mischievously in Ford’s direction, making his way through an opened pack of gummy bears he had snooped from the bowl by the front door. When Ford continued to stare at him disbelievingly, Stan waved his hand, talking past the gummies in his mouth.

“Hey, in their defense, none of that even worked! Not even the ‘sausages-as-intestines’ bit, and I thought that was pretty intense.”

Ford’s face screwed up in amusement before biting into a chocolate bar. “I’m sure it was,” he mused sarcastically. A moment passed before Ford’s brows drew down, in obvious confusion.

“Then how the hell did you manage to scare them?”

Stan let out a gruff laugh, patting his protruding gut. “Turns out old people are gross, but else is new?”

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anonymous asked:

Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.

i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.

and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.

but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.

i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway

(they people putting on this play are probably college students)

(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)

getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?

there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays. 

jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.

trust me, he likes plays.

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The Huntress.

Originally posted by disneyfeverdaily

Titled: ‘The Huntress.’ 

Pairing: Gaston x reader 

Word Count: 1,714 

Warnings: Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, super angsty ending sorry not sorry, etc. 

A/N: This was a request from @brooke-supernatural16 : Can you do a one-shot with Gaston? Where the reader is a huntress and Gaston see the reader and instantly falls for her and follows her like he did with belle but is more polite with her?

A/N: I do hope this is what you were looking for in this fic! 

Tagging: @captainemwinchester @little-red-83 @impalaimagining@sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt @hobbithorse19 @feelmyroarrrr @lefouismylife @redimagines @letowolfie @ciaprincess @speedycatbluebird @haniiix33 @mademoiselle-lani


    It was a crisp and French morning. The ground was wet with a fresh layer of dew. The sun had barely risen over the horizon. Twas a nearly perfect morning for a hunt. Gaston has his sights on his hunting musket centered in on an innocent and meek, deer. He was patiently awaiting for the correct moment to apply the right amount pressure on the trigger. 

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Hired Help (Part 1/?) (Deadpool x reader)

Request: I haven’t seen Mr. Pool in a little while! I’d love if you wrote one where Deadpool is protecting you from a guy you dated and you develop a brother/sister bond.

Language, obviously

With a quick flip of a chair and a swung leg over its back rest, Wade dropped himself onto the seat in a grumbling heap, grabbing his crotch with a wince of pain from a leg not raised up quite high enough.  “Goddammit, that stings!  Why the fuck do you have chairs in a bar anyway?  They’re called bar stools for a reason.”

“Hey, that’s new!” Weasel whined in reply.  “Could you maybe not wipe your dick all over the furniture please?  I’m trying to run a business.”

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Creepypasta #1044: Spencer's Last Prank

Length: Long

My coworkers liked stupid pranks.

I worked in a shitty clothing store in the local mall. It’s the kind of place that hires high schoolers and, over the summer, college kids. It’s minimum wage, so our employers didn’t expect much. Honestly, they just hoped we didn’t come in drunk. Hell, if our eyes were a little red, they’d look the other way, if you know what I mean. 

Which is why the pranks continued for so long. It started out small. Jumping out from behind doors. Hiding in clothing racks. Prank calling the store on days off. It was funny and petty and stupid.

That’s the key word again – stupid.

It was my coworker, Spencer. He’s the reason the pranking eventually came to an end about six months ago. And the reason that I eventually quit my job.

See, none of us were exactly rocket scientists. Most of us were a little dumb for the sole fact that we were teenagers. But Spencer was dumber than the rest of us. I mean, that kid was a few eggs short of a dozen. Not college material and probably would never move away from our hometown. But we liked him just the same. He was good for a laugh.

But, God… he took it too far.

It happened on Tuesday. I was working from three to nine, which meant I was on closing duty. I mopped the storefront, cleaned the windows, took out the trash and threw the cardboard boxes from inventory into the cardboard compactor. I locked up and did a quick inventory check. Most importantly, I did it all by myself.

See, Spencer was supposed to be working with me. He was supposed to come in at noon and leave at eight. It’s not uncommon for someone to close alone, but usually there’s another person there for part of the evening. It makes finishing closing duties easier. I can’t take out the trash while I’m helping customers, you know.

He’d been there when I came in at two, but at some point he’d left without letting me know and without clocking out. I was pretty irritated – I wondered if maybe he was playing some kind of joke on me. Spencer wasn’t the type to think things through – he might very well have thought that abandoning me on the night shift would be hilarious.

I called Spencer but didn’t get an answer. I called my manager and let her know that Spencer had ducked out on me. I expected Spencer to return my call or at least text, but he didn’t. The next time I worked – two days later – I asked my manager, but she hadn’t heard from Spencer either.

Now, Spencer might not be the brightest bulb in the box, and yes, sometimes he forgets his schedule or messes up and doesn’t come in for a shift. But he isn’t the kind to just shirk his responsibilities. If he misses work, he accepts the blame for it and makes it up to his coworkers. He doesn’t make excuses and it doesn’t happen often. That’s why none of us employees really have a problem with him. So the fact that he was completely MIA left me a bit confused. If he’d left me there as a joke, he would have confessed to it by now. He wouldn’t have stopped coming in to work entirely.

I didn’t get worried until the next week when Spencer’s mother officially filed a Missing Persons report.

She came into the store to talk to the manager. I saw them disappear into the office – which is really just a cramped closet in the back room with a dusty old desktop computer – and could barely make myself focus until they came back out. Mrs. Damson – that is to say, Spencer’s mom – had tears in her eyes. I heard my manager, Kelly, assure her that they’d check the security footage. Then, Kelly asked me to come to the back office. She’d never done that before.

It turns out that I was the last person to see Spencer before he went missing.

At least, the last known person. His mother had seen him at the house before he went to work that Tuesday. He’d never come home. Spencer had been working with me and only me – Tuesdays are slow and Kelly had been busy along with the rest of the managers, so there’d been no manager present. The last time I remembered seeing Spencer was around four-thirty when he’d gone to use the employee restroom in the back. That’s the last anyone had heard of him.

I told Kelly what I remembered and she told me she was going to try to get her hands on the security footage. Most likely, Spencer had just high-tailed it with some of his buddies. Impromptu road trip or something, hell if I know. Kelly assured me over and over that the most likely scenario was that Spencer was completely fine and had just done something unexpected… unexpected and stupid, but then again, this was Spencer we were talking about. Stupid was implied.

I let that placate me for the most part, although I was still nervous the rest of the night. I managed to distract myself for most of the next day, playing video games with a few buddies. It wasn’t until mid-evening when I got a call from Kelly.

“Hey, Conner, can you come to my apartment? There’s… something I want to talk to you about.”

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Routine

Inukag Oneshot

Summary: Inuyasha and Kagome had a weekly routine. They would go somewhere good to have breakfast and spend their day on a private not-a-date. But what if one of them wanted it to be a date?

This is a gift for my precious baby Zoe @vividxdreaming a girl full of light and love.

I love you babe!!!

Also on ff.net and Ao3 if you prefer. 


Inuyasha walked through the streets on his way to Kagome’s home as he did every weekend for the last six months.

Waking up and having a real reason to get out of bed, shower and dress. Taking a shower in the morning when he normally wouldn’t  spoke volumes about how much he enjoyed spending time with his wench.

He made a face as he crossed the street. She wasn’t exactly HIS wench, Kagome was HIS friend. Maybe she was the only friend that he made plans with every week, without asking. It was the only permanent appointment he had, every Sunday early morning. Which for Kagome it meant every Sunday at noon.

The door of her apartment was in front of him, a cute lilac door, the only one that was not the custom dark brown on that floor, and he suspected, the only one of the building. He rang the bell knowing a half ready woman would open the door because it was still half hour to noon.

The door opened and soon after a petite woman poked her head out with a big smile on her face.

“You are here! Welcome to my kingdom,” she declared holding the door open for him to enter.

“Humbled to be allowed here…” he kept the joke going.

She batted her hand dismissively, “As you should be!” Her voice lost the dramatic tone before she continued. “I’m almost ready, just getting dressed and make up!”

“You don’t need make up, Kagome! We’re only going to have breakfast!” He complained but the girl was already in her way to her room.

Before entering her room she turned to him with a pouty face, “but I want to look pretty…” and she closed the door behind her without looking back.

‘For you’ remained unsaid on her part, just as his answer ‘you are always pretty’ was not brought into the conversation.

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花言葉 / A flower's meaning

Word count: 4206

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

H-hello it was me all along!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و I got really inspired by the saiou comic you drew a while ago, and decided to borrowed your hc that Saihara is bad at waking up early until he starts living together with Ouma.

I felt terribly clumsy writing this (I don’t have a beta reader so I’m sorry if its riddled with mistakes) and Ouma might be a bit ooc but once the idea formed I couldn’t let it go anymore. I really want to say thank you for blessing the fandom with your wonderful art ;w; so I hope it’ll at least make you smile a little bit!


EDIT by ALSIUSHAKU—

Link to the story on Ao3 is HERE! please send kudos/comments for the author there!

Thank you so much for this!!! omg!! I had to draw a “cover” image for this so here you are (They are wearing the school uniforms cause…uhm… >///<)


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I also hate poison

Words: 1750
Warning: Swearing
Requested: no
Pairing: Josh Dun x reader
Sum.: The one where you and Josh had a fight about you apparently not having enough time for him and you decide to take a break

A/N: this is not proof read sorry I really didn’t have time. Gonna do it tomorrow though.
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“I hate you”, your voice echoes through the hallway you were standing in. “How can you not see how much you’re hurting me? Why can’t you be good, seriously fuck you Dun.”, your voice dropped to more of a whisper. “I’m done with this; I can’t take this anymore”, you squeezed past him and went straight to the front door. “You can only hate something if you loved it once”, he stated as you gripped the doorknob. Your grip tightened and you clenched your teeth for a second. “I also hate poison and I have never loved him”, with that you left the apartment. He was right about you loving him, he knew, you knew, most people knew still it infuriated you.

It had been days since you had that argument, you did not even bother picking up the rest of your things from the apartment before you left the town. On the one hand you just didn’t want to see Josh again but on the other maybe your weren’t really ready to give everything up. It felt way to definite to you. When you left you filled your car up and drove eastwards. All you wanted to do was to get away from him from everything you needed to clear your head. You stopped your car at the first hotel you saw after the sun had set, all you had with you was your purse and whatever was in it. You booked the cheapest room they had for a couple of days so that you could figure out what to do next. You were spread out on the bed like a starfish and just stared at the ceiling for a while. Your phone rang, Tyler you knew by the ringtone. It took you a few seconds to get yourself to pick up,a voice inside you told you that if you just waited a little longer he would give up and you wouldn’t have to be confronted.
“Y/N”, he sounded worried, great Josh told him. “We need you here, please come to the arena”, he pleaded. “No, I can’t”, you felt like your voice would break if you said more. “Please, it’s not that far. I know you have worked tomorrow but please. Josh is so off and I think he needs you to calm him down”, then realisation hit you. He didn’t know. Josh hadn’t told him. And also fuck work, you had completely forgotten about that.“No….no Ty”, your voice broke and the first teats streamed down your face.“I can’t. I’m not coming.” The next time he spoke is voice had changed it was still full of concern but now it was far more soft than before. “Y/N. What happenend? Are you okay? Please tell me you are okay.”, he nearly tripped over his own words while speaking. You took a deep breath before talking. “I am okay, well kind of. Don’t be concerned I” He interrupted you, “Y/N, Josh…you and Josh. No, no wait what. You and Josh, did you…did you?”, you basically heard it click in his mind as he figured out what had happened. “Yes, I mean I don’t know. I think so. I didn’t mean it. I.”, your sobs echoed through the room, you had lost control over yourself. “Oh hun. No. Don’t cry. Please.”, he tried to calm you down for a little while, it may not have really worked but at least you felt a tiny bit better. Tyler had to eventually go because the show was about to start and you promised him that you would try and sleep or at least calm down.

While you didn’t sleep horribly that night it certainly wasn’t very good either. You were still unsure of what you should do now. You thought about going back and getting all of your stuff but then where would you go and also you didn’t want to risk seeing him. Deep down all you wanted to do was to not have human interaction for a while, just you and you.

Your phone rang a few times since you woke up that morning but you never found the courage to answer it. You had wallowed in sadness and self pity for the whole day. You had sobbed and cried your eyes out, you had screamed into a pillow so many times you thought your voice would be gone. When night rolled by your stomach started to hurt, you hadn’t eaten the whole day but the only thing you could find was an granola bar in your purse, at least it was something. This night was far more torturous that the last, you woke up so many times with tears streaming down your face. You had dreamed of Josh being hurt, of losing him or of you two fighting again. In the end you gave up sleeping at around 4 am, it was easier to to just stay awake. Staring at the wall straight ahead from you you finally made your decision. You were just not yourself without him and you didn’t like that you. You felt like a piece of you was missing. However you also knew that you should not just come back begging on your knees for him to take your back because it was just as much your fault as his, you weren’t that desperate. You must have fallen asleep again since knocks on the door woke you up. You looked at the clock and saw it was half past nine already. The knocks repeated again and you shouted towards the door “I’m coming. Jesus Christ”, you opened the door after you made your way towards it. You expected room-service or someone like that but no there was Tyler. Before you could close the door again he had already slipped beside you and was now in the room with you. “Good to see you”, he said while sitting down. “Hmh. What do you want?”,you said defeated. “Thanks for the friendly hello. I just drove two states to find you. You know find my phone is not that accurate.”, he laughed but what he didn’t know was that that remark actually really stung. You had already felt aweful about potentially making then worry too much about you. “Well I didn’t ask you too”, you snapped back hoping he would realise his mistake. He stood up from his seat and walked over to you. “ I’m sorry”, he hugged you and patted your back.

10 minutes had passed since Tyler came and you had by now told him the whole situation from you view. “He’s an ass sometimes you know. I bet he didn’t mean it like that. He was just frustrated but I guess he did react like an idiot”, he tried to sound all empathetic but you still felt like he was taking Josh’s side. You jumped slightly when there was a knock on the door, this time more gentle. Tyler jumped up, looking back at you and whispering a “I’m sorry ”, before opening the door. As soon as your eyes layed on the two people outside you knew what he meant. Jenna and Josh, one J to much. “No Tyler. You close that door again”, you stood up and made your way towards all three of them. Suddenly you were engulfed in a hug by Jenna while you saw Tyler drag Josh into the room. Jenna let you go again and grabbed Tyler’s hand. “Both of you are miserable and you are gonna talk about it this until there is a real solution”, she sat down in front of the door practically locking all four of you in the room. You sighed and walked back and forth. “You look shit”, you exclaimed towards Josh when you finally looked up. “You aren’t doing much better”, Jenna interrupted from the side. You shot her a glance and then continued. “Fuck you Josh okay. I just wanna say fuck you…”, there was silence in the room for a while. You looked at Josh, his head hand low and he played with his fingers. You knew those words were ridiculous and unnecessary but it made you feel so good for a moment to hit him in such a state. “Now let’s talk about this like adults”, you stopped your pacing around the room to go up to him. When you stopped in front of him you heard Tyler sigh in relief you did not know if it was because you two would talk it out or if it was just because you stopped pacing up and down the same spot. You grabbed Josh’s chin and pulled his face up. “I do so much for you. You might not realise, I try to do my very best to always be there for you and to shape my life around yours. Sometimes that doesn’t work but that doesn’t mean that you have the right to go at me like that.”, he still didn’t look you in the eye and it kind of disappointed you. You wanted to see the defeat in his eyes knowing that you were right. “I don’t want this to be the end. All I want is for you to be more understanding and for you to work things out rather than run away. Because Josh, I want this”, your finger pointed towards you and then him.
It took him a minute or two before he finally answered you practically could see his brain work while trying to find the right words. “I want this too”, his lips slammed against yours, it wasn’t as gentle as normal it was as if he was desperate for affection. Affection you were willing to give him. So you kissed back and when you felt those sparks return to your gut you knew you had made the right decision. He pulled away and rested his head against yours. “I want to work this out. I am so deeply sorry. The last few days really showed me what you mean to me and how much you better my life. I want this to work out, us to work out”, this time you you kissed him and you heard a faint cheer in the background.

3. crawling back to you

Pairing: The Joker (Ledger) x Reader
Rating: M
Words: 2730
Requested by: @nicolesyneah25

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART FOUR

So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your heart’s still open
and if so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up, I’m sorry to interrupt
It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss to you
I don’t know if you feel the same as I do
but we could be together if you wanted to

Originally posted by astromech-punk

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Server Access

Before you read, please read this note: Hiya! So, I’ve been replaying Arkham Origins and I noticed the server room has a work space set up in it that is…very well lived in. And, since we don’t see Eddie’s desk anywhere in game, I took the idea of him working there and ran with it. But who, canonically, spends a lot of time in the server room? Babs. So this was basically an experiment of “what if, before the Riddler, before Batgirl, before Origins, they knew each other and were friendly?” Gotta say, I’m intrigued with it. I hope y'all enjoy it! Feedback is much appreciated, especially as this is my first time writing a full fic with either of them. Cheers!


“Oh, come on Eddie,” she pleaded, leaning on the railing above him with the kind of puppy dog eyes Edward felt should be illegal.

“No, absolutely not,” he rebutted, adjusting his glasses. “Don’t you have something better to do? Can’t you go watch tv in your father’s office or text your friends or…whatever it is you do?”

“No,” she laughed, though it wasn’t derisive and that was the only thing keeping her laughter from being annoying. She ducked down to sit on the stairs beside him. “I’m not asking for access to the station’s files, just for internet access.”

“Barbara, your father would kill me.”

“No, he wouldn’t. Please, Eddie, you’re the only one here who could help me.”

Even in the dim light of the server room, she could see him flush at the words. He tried and failed to look busy with his laptop, the harsh green glare made him look almost sallow. Smoke from his cigarette, forgotten on the ashtray, curled sinuously upwards, wrapping around the solitary desk lamp like a lover. Edward’s cuff links—which she abruptly realized were shaped like question marks—sat momentarily discarded on the side of the desk after he’d rolled up his sleeves. He’s going to say no, she thought, heart sinking. Sure, she could break through the firewall herself, but it would take time and, if she got caught, she really didn’t want to be lectured about it.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Fine,” he said crisply, not looking up from his work. He gestured to the empty desk-space to his left and, grinning, she pulled her laptop from her bag and set it on the table.

Barbara glanced around the room, impatiently waiting for her computer to start up. There had always been something eerie about this room. The dim lights, the winding rows of servers that made the large room cramped and confining. For some unknown reason, the vents in the floor kept filling the air with mist, making the room look like the lair of some villain in a video game. More than once she’d found herself thinking of the server room as Edward’s lair, though his desk was technically located elsewhere. It was almost painfully cold.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Ed, you basically live here.”

Judging by the wrinkles in his slacks and the number of coffee cups and takeout containers in the nearby trash can, he’d been here a while. Barbara wanted to ask why he didn’t go home—wasn’t there anyone there who missed him? Wouldn’t it be more comfortable there than in the precinct?—and if anyone knew he was staying when he was supposed to be off the clock again. Instead, she said: “Rough case?”

“N—uh, yes, actually. You might call it that.” His gloved fingers tapped out a sharp staccato on her keyboard and she settled back down onto the stairs to wait.

The faint whirring of electronics filled the air between them and Barbara found it almost relaxing. A nice reprieve from the chaos of the bullpen and not as lonely and stifling as her father’s office. For all his brusqueness, Edward had never outright complained about her being around. Sometimes he even seemed glad for company—sometimes he was quiet, focused on whatever it was he was doing, but more often than not he ended up talking at her about various subjects until he was pulled away or her father came to tell her it was time to go home.

“Here’s a riddle I’m having a hard time understanding,” he finally told her, leaning back in his chair to stare at her over his glasses. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s not a riddle, Eddie,” she told him with a faint smile. “And I already told you why I’m here; I need internet access without the precinct’s firewall getting in the way.”

“That isn’t what I meant, and you know it, Barbara. Why are you here? The precinct’s not exactly safe—especially for you.”

This time she couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “You sound like my father. Look, I’m not afraid of these cops. And-and I have a Taser if anyone tries to follow me here after school. I’m not helpless.”

He blinked, taken aback at her casual admittance of being…for lack of a better term, armed. She could see the doubt creep back in, though, smothering his surprise. He ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not—” he broke off with a sigh— “You really don’t understand what they could do. Jim is…not like most of the force.”

“I know they don’t all like dad—”

“And what do you think that means if they decide to do something about it?”

She looked down at the floor, staring at her boots as contemplatively. Her father had said similar things before—that the cops were corrupt and might act out against them in retribution. He’d been trying to warn her for a while now. And, though she’d listened to him, she’d never taken it seriously. There were always going to be conflicting interests on the force, especially in a city as corrupt as Gotham. No one would do anything…would they? “Is it really that bad?”

He offered her a short nod and she thought he almost seemed to regret bringing up the subject. She wanted to say it was all paranoia; that her father and Harvey and Edward were all just imagining a worst case scenario, but the more they said the more she began to realize that there had to be a place they were speaking from. Things they’d heard or past experience. Barbara flexed her hand, repressing the urge to fidget with the strings of her coat.

“They do this to everyone that isn’t on the take, don’t they?” His silence was an answer enough and she hesitantly cleared her throat. “And…you?”

He looked away, turning his attention back to his screen, and it solidified her suspicions. Anger flared in her gut. She thought about the few friends her father had—how tired and overworked they always looked. What were the others on the force putting them through? What was going on that the public would never hear about? The system was so broken; the pieces didn’t even resemble the whole anymore. Barbara jolted to her feet, unsure what she was going to do, just that she needed to do something. “Those bastards.”

Edward caught her arm as she turned towards the door, pulling her back until she gave in and came to lean against the desk. The half-smile he gave her seemed bittersweet. “You don’t think you’re going to take on the entire GCPD by yourself, do you?”

“I don’t know. I-I just feel like I should do something. Don’t you?”

He did, but there was no need to inform her of the steady stockpile of information he’d been collecting, nor of any of his other work. The police would be less than pleased, but that’s why he wasn’t planning on uploading it through the GCPD. He would be working off site, carefully covering his tracks. It was just…taking some time. He wouldn’t pretend it wasn’t somewhat self-serving—even though most of what he had he intended on releasing without ransoming it, some of it? Oh, no, some of the information was the kind of thing worth lording over someone’s head. Perhaps that perverted his work, perhaps not. Edward wasn’t in this line of work to question the morality of his own choices.

Barbara gave him all of five minutes of thoughtful silence before she cast a glance toward her laptop. “Do you think it’ll take very much longer?”

Edward started, clearly having put the laptop from his mind for the moment. “It started updating when I connected it.”

She wasn’t sure if she was exasperated or not that he hadn’t mentioned it was all but ready ages ago. Instead, she settled on gratitude. No one else in the precinct would have helped her and she was glad for his assistance. “Thanks, Eddie. I owe you a hot chocolate—the good kind!”

Promises,” he taunted with an amused snort. “What do you need to look at so badly, anyway?”

“EBay,” she replied lightly, reaching across him to lift her laptop into her arms.

“I…EBay?”

“I’ve been bidding on some new equipment.”

He looked up toward the door and the empty hallway barely visible through the barred window beside it and then back at Barbara, leaning toward her almost conspiratorially. “That’s what this is all about?” He leaned back, moving his glasses out of the way just enough to rub tiredly at the bridge of his nose. “I knew it; your father is going to kill me.”

“Dad’s not going to kill you, Eddie,” she assured him almost distractedly. “Wish me luck that I can get this as cheap as they’re asking. Maybe we could find you a hat with what I have left.”

anonymous asked:

I've always been pro-choice but I really understood what it meant to be at 16. I was raped and became pregnant. I never want kids and I'm too young to have my tubes tied. I tried to kill myself and that didn't work thankfully. I finally got an abortion and I've never felt more relieved. I'm not ashamed of my abortion. I did what I had to do for myself and my mental health. A 16 year old should not be called a murder or non-responsible for not wanting to stay pregnant with her rapist's baby.

I’m very sorry that you had to undergo that. Let me share sympathy from the deepest innermost part of my heart. The plight of women in situations such as that are actually motivations for me to become pro-life, however.

Rape is not a choice.
Financial crisis is not a choice.
Abusive situations are not a choice.
Health problems aren’t a choice.

So why does the pro-choice movement insist on these situations being the real embodiment of “choice?” Is it really a choice to be ill? Is it really a choice to be forced by a partner? Is it really a choice to be forced because you aren’t financially able? Is it really a choice because you were raped? Surely not. If a person holding you hostage said you had to shoot someone close to you, is that actually a choice? Yeah, sure technically you have “options.” Surely these aren’t pro-choice situations. The only situation in which abortion is actually a choice is when pregnancy is a mere inconvenience for the mother. The only situation in which abortion is actually a choice is when a woman already has kids or doesn’t want a child.

So don’t think I don’t have regard for your situation. That wasn’t much of a choice to go through what you did. So please know I do care for you and I pray for people like you all the time.

But NONE of that changes the fact that an unborn child is still nonetheless a child. There are things we can do that make life soooooooo much easier but that doesn’t mean they are right or justified. Slavery is an example. Slavery allowed people to live and grow comfortably with little hardship. Slavery was also…slavery, it enslaved and dehumanized people and tore apart families. In fact, when we took away slaves, many people suffered. Whole people starved and became destitute and were forced to do awful things. But did any of that mean slavery was correct? Did any of that mean slavery was moral or justified? Did any of that mean slaves were really not people?

Again. Your situation is rare but it still does happen. It still is a massive struggle and you bear incredible pain, a cross you did not even choose to carry. But the “solution” to your situation came at the very high cost of the death of a human being. It may have done you wonders, but at someone’s ultimate cost. I’m not calling you selfish, you did what you did to survive how you were taught to survive, I don’t blame you, but I do see a clear injustice and a clear imbalance of morality.

People don’t choose all of their struggles. I didn’t choose to have my struggles. You didn’t choose yours. People don’t choose to have mental illness or cancer or sudden deaths in the family or abusive situations. In fact, we often suffer unwillingly from the choices of others. I didn’t choose how and when and where I was born, but that doesn’t mean I have the right to do awful things. Even if what I went through was horrific. Even if no one should go through what I went through. I still don’t have the justification to hurt other human beings so that I may hurt less, or to use them at their expense so that I may benefit.

On a religious note, even Jesus didn’t choose his cross. He actually prayed that He wouldn’t go through the struggle because He foresaw what was to happen. I mean, whether or not you’re religious, you gotta admit that it was an incredible horror. Lashed with whips and blades until the body is raw and bloody and forced to carry a horribly heavy cross on that same broken body, only to be nailed through hands and feet and hung up, lanced in the gut, hanging for three days…I mean, He didn’t ask for it, He prayed not to do it, I mean, GOD prayed not to struggle! Seems odd that GOD wouldn’t want to struggle. And still, despite praying, despite earnestly wishing and wanting and so deeply longing with every fiber and cell and component to not have this pain, He still willingly took it up. He understood He still had to bear it even if it would cause Him the greatest of pains and He took it up anyway, because by refusing the cross He would be forsaking all of humanity. And in His love He couldn’t betray man, He couldn’t say no, He couldn’t be happy and content and peaceful at our expense. Sometimes, as human beings, this is what we must do, too.

We don’t choose our struggles. My God, we don’t ask for any of it. But that doesn’t mean we sacrifice our fellow man and forsake human beings! It’s not simple or easy but it’s the right thing!

Letters I Never Sent

Percival Graves had made the sensible decision to not tell Credence how he felt. He had made his way to Paris on a business trip, leaving Credence safely behind in their home. He’d thought the distance would be good for them, a letter a day, no more, no less.

Some letters he sends, some end up crumpled up in the bin.


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Hold my hand

Words: 1365
Warning: Swearing
Requested: no (please request stuff tho)
Pairing: Josh Dun x reader
Sum. : The one where you work at a café and it gets surrounded by fans and you have to get them out of there unharmed

A/N: idk….seriously please request stuff I am not that creative
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You were surrounded, actually forget that, you weren’t, the café was. Great, it was not like the first time the café was in this situation. You scored this job as a barista right after you got out of college and you really started to enjoy talking to people everyday. Over the last few years you had been working there you were able to climb the ladder and now you were co-managing the café. Unfortunately the café was near the big arena in your city, people would come in before concerts and you would see all these happy people with band shirts and merchandise. This was also the problem, not only fans would come but also the performers themselves. There were a lot of times where it was like with any other customer, they came in got their order and left again. But then there where the times just like now, they came in and during this someone noticed them and suddenly the café was surrounded sometimes even completely filled with fans. Luckily your colleagues were faster this time and they could close all doors before the café could get crowded. There were about ten people looking at you desperately. You were the manager for the day and you had to decide what to do. Firstly you took the two regular customers with you and let them out of the back door, hoping they would get out of the crowd fine. You handed both a gift card to make up for the inconvenience. After you came back to the front you saw both of them walking down the street and you sighed happily knowing they made it out fine. Now there was the real struggle, you had to get eight people out of this café without the fans noticing. You sorted them mentally, two were your biggest trouble Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph, Twenty one pilots. You had obviously heard of them, you were quite a big fan of their music yourself, and of them of course. Then you had two security guards and Jenna. At least three of those had to get out completely unnoticed. The rest were crew members, unknown to you and hopefully the rest of the fans. You were able to get the crew members out of the back door without much trouble as there were only very few people around. You took one of the employees and showed them the last option you had. A nondescript door led down a flight of stairs and into the basement. It wasn’t really being used anymore, a few chairs and old tablecloths were spread across the room. The basement connected to another hallway that led up another flight of stairs with a ramp on it’s left side. It ended in a small hut in the backyard of the café where your car was parked. It was the old way of getting and storing things in the basement when it still was a small bar. After it had been converted to a café the ramp and the basement wasn’t needed anymore but no one closed this way either. You colleague grabbed one of the security guard and brought him into the hut. You followed him shortly after with Jenna. After two more trips only Josh was left in the front room. He sat at the last table out of the view of anyone outside. You grabbed his hand but he just shook it off. “Mr. Dun I need you to come with me. This is the only way you will be able to get out unless you want to be torn apart by your fans.”, you looked down at him in despair. “It’s Josh, just Josh.”, it was the first time he looked at you and you felt your face heat up because of the way he smiled at you. “Well then Josh, let’s get you out of here”, you stepped back a little giving him the chance to stand up. The cheering outside got louder and you saw him crunch his face together as if it hurt him. “Please, Josh”, you put one hand on his shoulder pushing him slightly towards the door. “I don’t know, I feel like I betray them. I…”, you didn’t give him time to think and pushed him into the back room. “You’re not, it’s their fault. You now that”, you opened the door that led to the basement. “Let’s go”, you walked down the stairs and you heard him follow you. “Fuck it’s dark in here”, he said under his breath and you didn’t know if you were meant to hear it. “Do you wanna take my hand?”, you looked back at him. He shook his head but your gut told you that he was simply too proud to admit it. You didn’t want to push him further so you walked through the basement and entered the next hallway. “Fuck”, it wasn’t more than a whisper but you still heard it. “C'mon take my hand and let’s go”, you grabbed his hand and began walking up the stairs. He tightly clutched you hand and trailed behind you. You squeezed his hand and then you finally entered the hut and saw that the rest was already out standing in front of it. “Thanks”, you didn’t expect a hug so you stood frozen for a second. You hugged him back and you felt your checks warming up again. “No problem, that’s customer service I guess”, you laughed slightly and opened the door for him after the hug ended. The whole group rejoined in the backyard and after a final thank you they moved on through the ally way back to the arena.

It had now been a few hours since the incident and you were about ready to close the café. You finally did a bunch of the paperwork that you procrastinated on for days so you were staying late. You went back into the front room, wiping down the tables again making sure that everything was ready for the next day. You heard the bell go announcing someone had entered the café. Automatically you called out a “We’re closed, I’m sorry”, but nobody answered or left. When you looked up someone stood in the middle of the room with a beanie on the head and a scarf around the neck, way too warm for this weather and also covering nearly all of their facial features. Great, this could be anyone, a junkie, a robber, just a customer, anyone really. “Please leave, you can come back in the morning we are closed.”, you tried the friendly way again. The person looked around as if they were making sure no one followed them. After a few seconds of silence they pulled the beanie of their head and yellow fluff was visible. “Josh”, you exclaimed maybe a little bit too excited. “Hi”, he smiled back finally removing the scarf. “What…what do you want though? Don’t you have a concert to be at?”, you stood awkwardly a couple of feet away from him. “I just wanted to thank you again and I wanted to give you this”, he quickly closed the distance between you two and placed a piece of paper in your hand. “You will understand”, with that he left the café quicker than you could say anything.
You sat on your bed ready for bed when you remembered the piece of paper that was now tucked away in your pocket. You grabbed it and unfolded it slowly. “Hey, thanks for getting us out of there + I am totally not scared of the dark, that was just a way to get closer to you, you know…anyway want to grab coffee? Obviously only if you aren’t sick of it already…”, he seemed to have blacked out a few words every now and then because there were black spots all over the paper. At the bottom of the piece was a number, his number. You couldn’t get sick of coffee it it meant seeing him again, right?

I haven’t been very productive w/ my writing recently so here’s some old drabbles i wrote out idk if they’re good or not but yeah.  Enjoy

(Zutara, Rated T)


Zuko sometimes thinks of himself as a walking contradiction.  If you were to ask him to lie out loud, you’d probably find him with shaky hands and thick lips, swollen words stumbling out from his lungs.  However, lying to himself within his own head was a much different story.

Such an example being that if you asked him why he left the Fire Nation to join up with the Avatar - but more so why he broke up with Mai instead of explaining things to her - he’d tell you the obvious.  He would go on, of course, about his destiny and such; how it was him who was meant to teach firebending to the Avatar and stop the war.  And he broke up with Mai, of course, because it was necessary.  

However, if you were to press him on the issue, his voice would crack and shake, his skin peeling back off his fingers.  Because how could he admit that he’d left for more; for the dreams that kept haunting him, dreams of green crystals and blue, blue eyes?

But no, of course not.  She wasn’t for him, and he not for her.  He left because of his destiny, and his destiny alone.

That’s what he tells himself as he falls into a stiff sleep his first night at the Western Air Temple, his head unconsciously full of dark skin and long, chestnut locks.  And inside his own head, Zuko is a very, very good liar.  

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Friends of Friends Part 5

Originally posted by wonhontology

Part: 1 / 2 / 3 / / 6 / 7

Rating: PG-13

Note: Hold your hats, it’s gonna get angsty! Also, the last bit is in Wonho’s POV.

The posts continued for the next few weeks, and I wasn’t proud to say I checked the site nearly every day to read them. They hadn’t drudged up anymore photos of me, or taken any, but they still posted speculative, gossipy articles that ignited debates and theories in the comments. They were never very nice to read, some people swore they knew things about me they didn’t, or just flat-out made up certain “facts”, but I was somehow addicted to seeing what they had to say. I had to know.

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Twenty-Four

Summary:  If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.” - Winnie the Pooh; Phil takes some time to reflect on Dan’s birthday.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2858

A/N: our favorite memechild is 24 today and i’m an emotional wreck, so here have a birthday fic. ( i tried a new writing style - phil’s POV - that i’m not completely sure about, so i’d really appreciate it if you guys left me some feedback!)

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allirica  asked:

Stiles/Jackson + reacting to the other one crying about something? :)

Coming Full Circle. Stiles/Jackson. Teen.

Jackson really wishes Stiles wouldn’t leave him alone with his dad at random times to try to get them to bond.

John Stilinski is quietly terrifying. There have been a lot of supernatural creatures that are traditionally frightening that the pack has had to deal with in the six years Jackson’s been back in Beacon Hills, but John Stilinski scares him more than any of those. He’s not even really sure why. After all, John’s a ruggedly handsome man with an air of authority that demands attention. Stiles might not take after him much in looks, the dark hair and brown eyes are definitely from his mom, or even some aspects of his personality, the sarcasm and enthusiastic passion for a variety of subjects aren’t like John at all, but Stiles does have the authoritative air about him and keen observational skills that have developed as he’s gotten older. They also have a similar sense of humor.

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Blushing friends - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Title: Blushing friends

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: 1,614

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine that you are an actress in Supernatural and you go to Comic Con with the cast. During the panel they ask you about your relationship with the cast and when you talk about Jensen you start bubbling and blushing because you like him, causing Misha and Jared to tease you.

“Oh dear! I don’t even know why I hang out with these buffons!” you said, trying to recover from your most recent feat of laughter.

“Oh please you know you love us anyway” Jensen said with a chuckle and wink at you.

You giggled slightly and averted your eyes from his, knowing fully well that if you kept looking at him your blush would only get darker and thus more easily visible.

Comic Cons had just started and being one of the main actors in Supernatural ever since the fourth season meant that you would join them either you wanted or not. And, quite frankly, you couldn’t wait every year to go on Comic cons. The fun you had with the guys there, was impossible to describe and you loved answering questions your fans had for you.

Sure before Supernatural you were a famous actor, not so much because it was just the beginning of your career, but once you started appearing in it, it seemed as if your fanbase had only gotten bigger and bigger. But what you loved most about that was not the fame, no not at all, but seeing that even more people liked your work and what you did.

You regularly kept in touch with them, through twitter, instagram, facebook and any other social network. You loved talking to them, showing them small videos of you on the set or photos - most of the were with the guys, sending them sweet messages whenever you saw that some of them were not alright or struggled with problems and such. You wanted to be close them. As close as possible you could, even in your busy routine. The best thing was that whenever you found some time you organized live group chats, sometimes it was simply texting but others it was video-chatting. Those were the best times. Especially when one of the boys joined.

You had lots of fun then with them but the most fun you ever had was when Jensen joined you. You were not going to ever deny that Jensen was an amazing guy that always made you laugh and have a good time. You always enjoyed his presence, especially since you were pretty close. You could not ignore the feelings you had developed for your co-star over the years but you were not going to tell him. The fans did not seem to realize that, though. Every time you talked with them and Jensen was there they would not stop talking about you two, saying how much they shipped you and, of course, Jensen replying with a ‘Me too!!’ proceeding to kiss your cheek. 

He had you blushing like a mad for sure and the fans nearly holding themselves from screaming from happiness. Most of them - that could somehow hold themselves - would not stop telling you two how perfect you were for each other and constantly asking you if something was going to happen between your characters. You didn’t know that either but Jensen always would tell them openly how much he wished that Dean and (Y/c/n) actually got together. The fans would always squeal with happiness when he did something really affectionate towards you in front of the camera and you were just a blushing mess. You didn’t know if he did all of this just for the fans or because he felt like it but every time you wondered if some part of him actually felt something for you.

You were close friends, yes, really close for that matter. Sharing things, secrets and deep thoughts that you had never told somebody and always being there for each other but- You always doubted if he actually felt something about you. That what you and him had was something more than just a deep bond. That you were more than just a friend to him. You doubted that.

“Hey, hi!” the fan waved nervously, holding the microphone close to her.

Jensen did a little wave with his hand and you smiled at her as well “So my question is for (Y/n)” she said, tucking a few strands of short hair behind her ear.

Jensen rolled his eyes in (fake) annoyance. You just elbowed him in the ribs and once again he faked hurt.

“Go on” you said with a small chuckle, glancing at Jensen next to you.

“Well, uhm you’ve been a part of the cast for about six years now but we’ve all been able to see the chemistry you and the guys had ever since the very first episodes. But I would really like to ask you, how would you describe your relationship with the cast?” she said with a small smile.

“Uhm well-” you chuckled slightly “-That I have to say is a very interesting question. I think I could go on about these guys for hours but uhm I’ll try to not ramble a lot” you said and glared at Jensen once you heard him snort next to you.

“Woman, you not ramble? Please, call the Winchesters it’s the Apocalypse!” he said and everybody laughed. You did so as well but tried to hide it with a fake glare.

“Oh shut up. Well, then I’ll better start with Misha because we joined the show at the same time. I would spend more time with him in the beginning since we both were new there and felt kind of like a fish out of its waters. And I have to say that our relationship is just like Misha himself. Absolutely crazy. Whenever we spend some time together I assure you, 99% of our time will be spent doing whatever stupidity comes to our mind. But it is fun I won’t deny it. Now, uhm, with Jared- Well, I have to say that with Jared things are a little bit less crazy. Just a little bit less crazy because, yeah, he is Sam fucking Winchester.” you, along with everybody else, laughed at it.

“But honestly-” you continued “-That moose over there-” you pointed to Jared “-Does not only have a big body but also an even bigger heart” you said and everybody erupted in 'aw’s “Honestly if it wasn’t for him insisting I don’t think I would have had the guts to step forward and make friends with the rest of the cast and crew. And not only that, but whenever I need a big hug because I’ve had a crappy day I know that that dork is always going to be there. Actually, he’s like the brother I never wanted!” you laughed.

“And what about Jensen?” she was quick to ask, clearly more interested in what you were going to say now than before. Maybe she just didn’t want to make it really obvious that she wanted to know about yours and Jensen’s relationship so she asked you about your relationship with the whole cast in general.

“Jensen, uhm well-” you cleared your throat and smiled nervously at her “-He- he’s my best friend, obviously. I-I honestly could not have asked for better friend than him and I-” you were cut off by Jared.

“Yeah. Frieeend” he dragged on the word purposefully.

“That’s how she calls it now” Misha was fast to add with a suggestive nod of his head.

“Guys!” you exclaimed, feeling the blush already rising in your cheeks “Well, yeah we- we are friends. Really good ones and uhm- honestly I have to say that I never enjoy anybody else’s company as much as I enjoy Jensen’s. It’s- We have a great time. Always. Honestly I have so much fun with him that-” you started stuttering again but obviously were cut off by Misha.

“Which one does she mean? The night fun they have at his trailer or…” Misha trailed off looking at Jared.

“No, no I think the fun they have in between shooting at her trailer” Jared said as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

“Guys!” you exclaimed once again “I hate them” you groaned, running a hand down your face.

“But- As I was saying, it’s-it’s great. Really, he understands me better than anybody else. He- Whenever I need him he’s just there. Like poof, appearing out of nowhere and sometimes I think that he is actually an angel because damn if he knows how to comfort me. And- and the fun, really I’ve never had so much fun with anyone before and I actually can’t believe my luck sometimes. Like, how is it possible that I got to know this man? I- I can’t believe how every time he manages to make things so much better by- by that smile of his or-or even a couple of comforting words or touches and he’s like the best thing ever and- and-” you had started bubbling, eyes focused in front of you and therefore missing the huge smile on Jensen’s face.

“Whoa whoa (Y/n)!” Jared said once again cutting you off “There might be kids here!”

“Jared” you groaned rolling your eyes, the blush on your cheeks getting even darker.

“I agree!” Misha piped in “No need to turn this into Fifty Shades of Grey!”

“I think you mean Fifty Shades of Red considering the blush on (Y/n)’s face” Jared said with a chuckle, pointing to you.

“Or maybe on both their faces” Misha said with a grin and both you and Jensen turned your head to look at each other.

Your eyes widened when you realized that you were both red, awkward smiles on your faces but you both turned your gazes somewhere else quickly.

“Ha you got it friend” Jared said with a wink and everybody started laughing.

P.S.  Please stop it with voting for Trump. It was funny for a little while. But the guy is Hitler. And by that I mean that we are being Germany in the 30s. Do you think they saw the shit coming? Hitler was just some hilarious and refreshing dude with a weird comb over who would say anything at all.
     And I’m not advocating for Hillary or Bernie. I like them both but frankly I wish the next president was a conservative only because we had Obama for eight years and we need balance. And not because I particularly enjoy the conservative agenda. I just think the government should reflect the people. And we are about 40 percent conservative and 40 percent liberal. When I was growing up and when I was a younger man, liberals and conservatives were friends with differences.
     They weren’t enemies. And it always made sense that everyone gets a president they like for a while and then hates the president for a while. But it only works if the conservatives put up a good candidate. A good smart conservative to face the liberal candidate so they can have a good argument and the country can decide which way to go this time.
     Trump is not that. He’s an insane bigot. He is dangerous.
He already said he would expand libel laws to sue anyone who “writes a negative hit piece” about him. He says “I would open up the libel laws so we can sue them and win lots of money. Not like now. These guys are totally protected.” He said that. He has promised to decimate the first amendment. (If you think he’s going to keep the second amendment intact you’re delusional.) And he said that Paul Ryan, speaker of the house will “pay” for criticizing him. So I’m saying this now because if he gets in there we won’t be able to criticize him anymore.
    Please pick someone else. Like John Kasich. I mean that guy seems okay. I don’t like any of them myself but if you’re that kind of voter please go for a guy like that. It feels like between him and either democrat we’d have a decent choice. It feels like a healthier choice. We shouldn’t have to vote for someone because they’re not a shocking cunt billionaire liar.
     We should choose based on what direction the country should go. I get that all these people sound like bullshit soft criminal opportunists. The whole game feels rigged and it’s not going anywhere but down anymore. I feel that way sometimes.
     And that voting for Trump is a way of saying “fuck it. Fuck them all”. I really get it. It’s a version of national Suicide. Or it’s like a big hit off of a crack pipe. Somehow we can’t help it. Or we know that if we vote for Trump our phones will be a reliable source of dopamine for the next four years. I mean I can’t wait to read about Trump every day. It’s a rush. But you have to know this is not healthy.
     If you are a true conservative. Don’t vote for Trump. He is not one of you. He is one of him. Everything you have heard him say that you liked, if you look hard enough you will see that he one day said the exact opposite. He is playing you.
     In fact, if you do vote for Trump, at least look at him very carefully first. You owe that to the rest of us. Know and understand who he is. Spend one hour on google and just read it all. I don’t mean listen to me or listen to liberals who put him down. Listen to your own people. Listen to John Mccain. Go look at what he just said about Trump. “At a time when our world has never been more complex or more in danger… I want Republican voters to pay close attention to what our party’s most respected and knowledgeable leaders and national security experts are saying about Mr. Trump, and to think long and hard about who they want to be our next Commander-in-Chief and leader of the free world.”
     When Trump was told what he said, Trump said "Oh, he did? Well, that’s not nice,” he told CBS News’ chief White House correspondent Major Garrett. “He has to be very careful.”
When pressed on why, Trump tacked on: “He’ll find out.”
     Do you really want a guy to be president who threatens John McCain? Because John McCain cautiously and intelligently asked for people to be thoughtful before voting for him? He didn’t even insult Trump. He just asked you to take a good look. And Trump told him to look out. Remember that Trump entered this race by saying that McCain is not a war hero. A guy who was shot down, body broken and kept in a POW camp for years. Trump said “I prefer the guys who don’t get caught.”
     Why did he say that? Not because he meant it or because it was important to say. He said it because he’s a bully and every bully knows that when you enter a new school yard, you go to the toughest most respected guy on the yard and you punch him in the nose. If you are still standing after, you’re the new boss. If Trump is president, he’s not going to change. He’s not going to do anything for you. He’s going to do everything for himself and leave you in the dust.
     So please listen to fellow conservatives. But more importantly, listen to Trump. Listen to all of it. Everything he says. If you liked when he said that “torture works” then go look at where he took it back the next day. He’s a fucking liar.
     A vote for Trump is so clearly a gut-vote, and again I get it. But add a little brain to it and look the guy up. Because if you vote for him because of how you feel right now, the minute he’s president, you’re going to regret it. You’re going to regret it even more when he gives the job to his son. Because American democracy is broken enough that a guy like that could really fuck things up. That’s how Hitler got there. He was voted into power by a fatigued nation and when he got inside, he did all his Hitler things and no one could stop him.
    Again, I’m not saying vote democrat or vote for anyone else. If Hilary ends up president it should be because she faced the best person you have and you and I both chose her or him or whoever. Trump is not your best. He’s the worst of all of us. He’s a symptom to a problem that is very real. But don’t vote for your own cancer. You’re better than that.
     That’s just my view. At least right now. I know I’m not qualified or particularly educated and I’m not right instead of you. I’m an idiot and I’m sure a bunch of you are very annoyed by this. Fucking celebrity with an opinion. I swear this isn’t really a political opinion. You don’t want to know my political opinions.   (And I know that I’m only bringing myself trouble with this shit.) Trump has nothing to do with politics or ideology. He has to do with himself. And really I don’t mean to insult anyone. Except Trump. I mean to insult him very much. And really I’m not saying he’s evil or a monster. In fact I don’t think Hitler was. The problem with saying that guys like that are monsters is that we don’t see them coming when they turn out to be human, which they all are. Everyone is. Trump is a messed up guy with a hole in his heart that he tries to fill with money and attention. He can never ever have enough of either and he’ll never stop trying. He’s sick. Which makes him really really interesting. And he pulls you towards him which somehow feels good or fascinatingly bad. He’s not a monster. He’s a sad man. But all this makes him horribly dangerous if he becomes president. Give him another TV show. Let him pay to put his name on buildings. But please stop voting for him. And please watch Horace and Pete.
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 Louis CK’s Anti-Trump Letter

fuck panda bears and unicorns, louis ck is my spirit animal