people are hanging out on the train tracks that u usually hang
out on. Do you ask to join the large group which seems more fun, join
the singular person for a more intimate connection, or does your social
anxiety force you to just go home
Maleficent is a dragon who cursed an infant because she wasn’t invited to a christening, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
Queen Griemhilde is a conceited, vain witch who killed a 14 year old because she was prettier than her, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
Jafar hypnotised the sultan, got himself turned into a magician, a genie, just for power and forced a 15 year old to be his slave girl, this man CANNOT raise a child.
Cruella DeVil is a mentally ill woman whose affection consists of derogatory comments, blowing smoke in your face and never taking no for an answer, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
So, let’s say Evie, Carlos, Mal and Jay grow up on an island without magic, surrounded by murderers, thieves, people who did bad things, people who are proud of these things. Let’s say, they don’t teach them to be evil. Let’s say, they teach them ‘don’t let anyone keep you from what you want, you are a queen, a dragon, a genie, you are magic’. Ben has dreams about a girl with green eyes and lilac hair, of a girl who is different, something fae, and he remembers the fairy who cursed his father because he wasn’t kind, so he asks his parents to let some of the villain’s kids stay in Auradon. Show them goodness.
When they arrive, they don’t arrive in a tumbling mess. They don’t even get out of the car, and when the chauffeur opens the door, there’s a stick thin girl with long blue hair staring at her hands, a muscled boy who almost isn’t a boy anymore, rubbing the bands on his arms, the girl from his dreams, eyes glowing, a little boy dressed in fur curled up in their laps.
They aren’t used to magic, even though it is in their very cores. So they take time to get used to it, to learn to live with death and power under their skin.
They weren’t sent to get a wand for world domination. They were sent to get a wand for freedom. So it takes them longer to realise just what their parents did. It takes talks and family day and Queen Leiah screaming at the top of her lungs (‘Get away from here, do not touch my grandchild, my daughter will never be mine because of you, how dare you, how dare you?’) for Mal to realise that this isn’t about invitations and pettiness. It’s about a woman with hair as yellow as gold and lips that shame the red red rose, growing up poor, in a cottage, falling to her death at the touch of a spindle, this is about her mother talking about the raven with more fondness than her, this is about all the things her mother did, no matter the reason.
Evie still studies with Doug, and she hasn’t been taught to score a prince, she’s been taught to use her beauty, it is all men want, get rid of them before they get rid of you, do NOT die. So she meets with Doug at his house and Dopey stares at her and then he gets Snow White, who breaks down crying at the sight of this thin, beautiful girl with hair in a colour that has haunted her sleep ('what did she do to you, was it not enough for her to kill me, what has she done to you’) and Evie realises that her mother’s stories are not about men, they are about this woman, about her sister, who was 14 and beautiful and dead. And this is about her and all the bones she can count when she looks in the mirror.
Jay befriends the only other Arabian speaking children he can find, plays gurney, ruthless and self centered and for him, and one day Aladdin picks his children up and Jay does one of those backflips where he stays in the air for too long and it knocks the wind out of him. Jay doesn’t understand because of Aladdin, he sees a thief, who is like him, but it isn’t what makes him think, tourney does the trick because they are a team and the world does not revolve around him, he is not the center of the universe.
Carlos knows that his mother is wrong from the moment he is old enough to master critical thinking. She shrieks and hits and worships fur and he spends his days begging for scraps. There’s no magic in him, no rush he gets from crossing the barrier, so he helps his friends. They have always been his lifeline, so maybe now he can be theirs.
one of my favorite things to do for my own amusement is to try to emulate the speech patterns of Reggie Fils-Aime because his way of speaking is so peculiar
he always enunciates very clearly, his choice of words is always really simple so that even children can understand what he’s talking about, he sprinkles his speech with carefully selected marketing jargon, and he uses contractions to seem like he’s trying to be casual
let’s say that you get caught cheating in Splatoon 2 and Reggie comes to your house to destroy your console with a baseball bat. he knocks at the door, you answer, and he says:
“Hello there. With the release of our latest game in the Splatoon series, Splatoon 2, we here at Nintendo have been incredibly pleased with the amount of fun our players have been having. It seems, though, that some players have been having more fun than others. Please, step out of the way.”
Reggie readies his baseball bat and walks past you, shoving you of of the way with his body while maintaining perfect posture.
“I’m going to demonstrate to you the innovating new punitive measures we at Nintendo have come up with to ensure a safe, fun, friendly environment of play. You deserve this.”
Reggie sends his baseball bat crashing through your Nintendo switch, shattering the screen and sending it flying across the room. The whole while, Reggie never breaks eye contact with you and he never stops smiling.
The baseball bat flies through your television next, knocking it to the floor. Reggie steps on top of it, turns around to face you, and continues:
“Thank you for your loyal support of Nintendo’s family of products. We hope this experience has been valuable to you.”
bts actually did That. they are literally paving the way for other kpop groups as i type this. they went from starved broke trainees to $$rich$$ men and spilling coke on expensive suits. they went from ‘do you know annyeonghasaeyo?’ to ‘y'all and y'all’s parents and y'all’s ancestors all know about us’. they went from rookie award to daesang to billboard music awards. they worked so hard and they didn’t give up and here they are now. stanning bts will truly never be the same after this, but i sure am proud to call myself an ARMY.
A/N: I was bored at work when i’ve started this, and it kept haunting me until I got back home. Needless to say I did so little at work for being so distracted. Hope you guys enjoy!
“Harry, please,” you begged once more as you tried to grind yourself against him, but his hands were holding you tightly by your hips to keep you from doing so.
Yes, he’s asked you to sit on his lap, but you didn’t think it could end up like this. He’s been holding you down in place for a good while now as he nibbled and licked and sucked on your skin. And every single time you squirm or beg for more, there’s only one answer, “Not yet.”
You could feel yourself getting wetter as his lips brushed against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Your hands were squeezing on his shoulder as he continued down towards your chest. His breathing had also been laboured, and you could see and feel how hard he’s already been under his boxers. Just one small movement and you both can feel a bit of pleasure from the friction, but as his hands stayed put on your hips, it won’t happen.
A gasp left your lips as you felt his own wrapped around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over the bud until he’s felt it harden from his touch. Your hand quickly reached for his hair, tugging and urged him to keep going. Once you’ve felt his teeth grazed on your bud, you started pulling back, feeling how incredibly sensitive you’ve already been. But he never stopped. He continued tugging and everything felt numb and achingly pleasurable, you didn’t know what to do. He was all too determined as he pushed you closer to him, brushing his crotch against yours, eliciting moans from the both of you. You pressed yourself down harsher and felt him thrust up against you, creating friction as his lips travelled from your nipple to the other.
He’s already let you grind yourself against his as one of his hands sneaked up towards your breast, squeezing the unattended one and pinching the nipple while his tongue swiped on the other. He could already feel how wet you are, soaking over your underwear through his. His hand that was holding onto your hip hand gone down towards his crotch, squeezing himself lightly. You felt his knuckles touch the bundle of nerves that was pulsing with need, making you moan and grind towards it. He was quick to pull down his boxers, revealing how hard and red his cock is; the tip was just leaking as time went on. He’s given himself a few strokes before he’s slid your panties to the side - being too impatient to pull them down like how his boxers were just down his knees - and slowly pushed himself in you.
“You got so wet because of this, love?” He breathed as he took your nipple in his mouth once more, causing you to jump and scream as he sucked harshly.
With the way you slowly moved yourself against him and the way he thrusted upwards every time you pushed yourself down, the two of you were letting out curses as your highs were slowly building up. Harry was unstoppable with his mouth. Every inch of space he’s filled with either kisses, bites, or sucks. And with his hands pressed firmly on your hips, he’s helped you grind yourself harder and took him deeper in you as you possibly can. Your moans were uncontrolled as you squirm and shake against his body, hiding your face on his neck as you clenched and squeezed his cock. His chest heaved as he continued to move below you, his own orgasm reaching him and taking over his body. His grunts and moans filled the air as he spilled himself in you, holding you in place as he twitched and relaxed after a few short moments.
With sweat dripping down both of your bodies, the two of you were speechless. His eyes were fixed on your body, from your head down to where the two of you were still connected. He’s taken a deep breath as he leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss on your lips and trailing down your jaw and neck, ready to do it all again.
Q: What message do you want to share with young people of color?
A: We live in a culture of celebrity and the cult of personality, I mean a reality show participant is our president, because we live in such a celebrity obsessed society… It’s my dream, at least in the times that we live in now, especially now that I have one foot in entertainment, and one foot in the white collar world, I want more people to be more crazy about science and being lawyers and being more about business and education. I know that entertainment seems fun, but first of all I’ll tell them it’s a lot of work… Rather than fund someone’s demo, I’d rather fund someone’s app idea… I’m all about music and that sort of thing on my social media, but a lot of times, when I meet an 11 or 12 year old, I’m trying to tell them, “yo man, create apps,” trying to get prepared for the future. I want them to dream about being a lawyer. Now I want journalists to tell the truth, that sort of thing, that’s what I encourage more. I think that’s a blanket statement that I’d like to share with people. Being a celebrity might “seem” fulfilling, but it’s diminished returns. I’d rather encourage them to do something of substance.
FUN FACT: it seems like more and more people are coming out as asexual because we finally feel safe enough to do so, it is not a fad, it is not a trend, and if you think it is one of those things please hop on the shut-the-fuck-up train to don’t-fucking-speak-to-me-ville.