The Stereotype

 Requested by anon: Drabble #7 with eric from divergent plsss 

 Pairing: Eric Coulter X Reader

 Word count: 955

 Drabble: Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.

 Things are different now. That was the first thing they told you when you jumped off the net. A brand new initiation with new possibilities. Thanks to those “possibilities” you’re standing here, in the leader’s office, waiting for Max.

 You’re a very good fighter. The best among the transfers, and better than half of the Dauntless-born. Someone saw something good on you. You hope this person is right.

 “Among all those kids, Four had to choose a little girl.”

 You look at the door behind you to see him. Eric. It makes sense. He’s your instructor and a leader. Max wouldn’t lose his time with the initiates.

 “It’s you, then.” The smile that comes to his lips seems honest and that surprises you. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re good. (Y/N), am I right?”


 “Very good. That’s how it’ll work.” He sits down in his huge chair, making eye contact all the time. You can’t help but feel uncomfortable. “You’ll train with the other initiates until lunch. Then with me until dinner. That means…”

 “I’ll have to train even harder.” You cut him off, shyly avoiding his gaze. Those blue eyes can make you melt, somehow you know that. “Four already told me that.”

 “Great. Meet me here tomorrow after lunch. Don’t be late.” 

 “Maybe this opportunity isn’t a good thing for you.” Clary, your friend who came with you from Erudite is trying to change your mind. For two hours now. “Do you know Keenan? The Dauntless-born with green hair? He told me Eric punched his brother right in the face just because the man didn’t move out his way.”

 “I’ll just move then.” A laugh escapes your lips. “The thing is: I never thought about leadership. Now that I actually have a chance, I’ll fight for it.”

 “Eric is the bad guy, (Y/N). You need to understand that.” Clary makes you stop, right by the dormitory’s door. “He hanged five initiates over the chasm for something like disobeying his orders.”

 “Clar, I’ll be fine. Let’s get some sleep because tomorrow will be a long day.”

 Ignoring her response, you run the bathroom to take a shower before going to sleep.

 “(Y/N), can I talk to you?” Four calls you when you successfully hit your target. You gladly run to meet him, standing away from everyone.

 “What’s up?”

 “Eric.” It’s cute to see that he cares. Four has been a great friend since you came here. “You don’t like following rules, but you have to do what he says.” He takes a look around, probably just checking if the initiates aren’t trying to kill each other. “He’s dangerous. I thought he wouldn’t agree training you so I’d do myself. But for some reason, he wants to keep his eyes on you.”

 “Four, I’m thankful for your friendship and for your help. Clary wants me to give up because you know… It’s Eric. But I can handle it. I can handle him.” You give him a smile, kindly touching his arm. “I promise that I’ll tell you if anything happens.”

 “I’ll be here for you, but I won’t be physically there to help you. You have to keep in mind that Eric is the bad…”

 “(Y/N)!” You turn around quickly to face Eric, staring at you from the other side of the training room. “You’re fighting now.”

 “See you around, Four.”

 You take your time during lunch, enjoying the small talk with the other initiates. Clary keeps giving you tips on “how to deal with Eric Dauntless Leader Coulter”. When Four calls, you say goodbye to your friends, running to the leader’s office.

 Guess what you see when you get there? The worst person of this cruel faction drinking coffee peacefully. You clean your throat after opening the door quietly, not wanting to bother him or something.

 “You’re late.”

 “No, I’m not. Four can prove it.” It comes out before you can think, and the image of your body hanging over the chasm fills your mind.

 “Four. You like him.” It isn’t a question, but you don’t know why Eric is saying this. What Four has to do with this situation?

 “Of course I do. We’re kinda friends.” You sit before him, playing with a black pen, pretending to draw on his desk. “He helps me. He actually helps everyone who needs him.”

 “What about me?”

 It does make you freeze. Eric’s icy eyes are locked on yours. You search on your memories for a reason. Since the first day, you’ve been trying your best and being successful. You know Eric pays a lot of attention to you, but that’s just because you’re good at what you do.

 But that’s weird. What the hell he wants you to say?

 “About you what?” You struggle, trying not to stutter.

 “Four is your friend. What am I?”

 “My leader. My instructor.” You take a deep breath, letting the pen fall from your fingers. “And everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.

 “Do you believe them?” Eric stands up, moving to sit on the chair beside you.

 “I don’t know yet.”

 “If you don’t give up I can show you that I’m more than a stereotype.”

 “Why?” You can’t help but smile. Eric’s very handsome and it makes you blush. Trying to keep your heartbeat steady, you avoid his gaze.

 “Because I kinda like you.” He imitates your tone when you were speaking about Four.

 “Well, I can’t promise you anything.”

 “Good thing I have time.” After giving you a smile that almost makes your heart melt, he goes back to his seat, grabbing a pile of papers. “Today we have paperwork.”

 You’d complain, but somehow you want to spend all the time you can with him.

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I’ve been having fun (read: screaming in frustration) trying to piece together how the hell they were all the same age during the entrance ceremony AND kakashi gaiden if we canonically see them doing the chunin exam together and kakashi was supposedly 6 when he became chunin while rin&obito were 11. i refuse to believe canon. i’m throwing it out the window and making my own because fuck that

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By Geoffrey Colon, Vice President, Social@Ogilvy / @djgeoffe /

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Thought leadership comes in many shapes and sizes. Many think it’s still a boring white paper. But the best is now video sermons, Tweetchats, Q&As, infographics and more. The way you serve up your thought leadership is packaged as content. It’s not simply words on a paper.

You become the conversation piece. Thought leaders don’t simply publish then sit back and move onto the next piece of content creation. Nor do those who consume such content not have an opinion. Content should be engaging. Thought leadership has this built-in so it instigates people to react. It’s a modern day futbol match. There are always two sides. One side may react in many ways generating additional reactive content that keeps your brand or company as the focal centerpiece around the topic. And when people are talking about the topic that you generated within a social environment, you’re creating a level of engagement that equates to a possible advocate and an advocate that equates to a potential lead.

Geoffrey Colon is Vice President of Social@Ogilvy and editor of the Futurist Lab on Tumblr. He also tweets @djgeoffe


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 Power always comes with a price.

 Her gift was unique, unparalleled, feared. The castle respected her out of that fear.

 Uncontrollable at first, but when controlled something even greater. She learned out of necessity, and was constantly told that if she ever lost that control, everything would be destroyed.

 Control became a very important thing for her to have. Over others, and herself.

 The castle grew to use her a public figurehead; strong, powerful, but never quite herself. Lonely.

 Had the Alteans realized this, perhaps the race could have survived.

 Instead, her loneliness turned into bitterness, which spread through her like an infection. Yet she never lashed out, did what she was told, and remained as a figurehead.

 She hated it. Bitterness that was sweetened by the thoughts of revenge, overruling, and to let her power loose for the first time in years.

 Imagine when a Galra, not an Altean, noticed her loneliness and offered a hand. How detached she truly was from her own race to have someone else present her a chance at life.

 How foolish.

 The Galra boy was ambitious, respected, young, naive. It didn’t take long for her to manipulate his previously ambitious thoughts into something that resembled her own darkened desires. She fed him ideas, power, thoughts of leadership and total rule.

 It would all begin with the annihilation of the Altean race. The base cause of her misery, her pain, her loneliness, how eshe ended up like this.

 Zarkon did not fight this. In fact, he relished the thought of finally beating his superior, Alfor. In his feverish, controlled mind, it was all still a competition, a game, a way of showing who was better.

 It wasn’t until that he saw Alfor’s horrified face that day, when Zarkon went to go slay the older man, that he realized what he had done.

 Thousands of lives lost. The burning bodies that littered the once- pristine castle grounds, and the belated horror and disbelief on Alfor’s face that his once- trustable Black Paladin had turned into a monster.

 Zarkon could not live with this idea, but Haggar pushed his mind. Think, she commanded. It can all end if you just destroy them all. Don’t you trust me?

 His bayard sinks deep into Alfor’s chest.

 Later, when Haggar found Zarkon weeping in a corner, she consoled him. Told him that it was the bravest and most noble thing he had ever done. Zarkon’s pain furthered her control of him, as she promised him unlimited power through quintessence, opening up laboratories for her experiments.

 After eons of controlling her power, she let it loose. Energy so strong it enough to power up their own castle, enough energy to transform the once- noble Galra soldier into a monster everyone knew to fear and hate.

 Throughout the years, Haggar stood by his side. For ten thousand years, she manipulated him and fueled him, turning him into the perfect battle machine. Zarkon no longer felt the emotions that had tied him down so long ago, and proceeded on total domination of the universe he had been promised.

 His conscience was wavered when he saw the Black Lion for the first time in those ten thousand years. Something that was reawakened after being sealed away for so long, resurfacing into an ugly obsession to get what was his back.

 Haggar feared Voltron. Despite spending all these years on perfecting her RoboBeasts, they were still no match for Voltron’s true power. When it was re-formed, she set out to destroy it as soon as possible. Yet her haste led to the Voltron team becoming even stronger, and when she finally noticed on how intent Zarkon was on recapturing the last thing he knew of his past, she realized.

 Zarkon had not been controlled- he had been manipulated, yes, but her power fuelled his feverish desire. He wanted Voltron back because it was his last chance at finding a true family.

 In all their time together, Haggar had never listened to his wishes, only used him as her figurehead. Just like the Alteans had done to her.

 Perhaps that was why she stepped down a bit, and let Zarkon’s mind go. Perhaps that was why she took his orders, realizing that they were equals, and let herself follow his ideals and his goal of capturing his lion. She chose to let him lead for the first time since his reign, and it made him happy.

 Did she learn to regret her decision after he died following those ambitions?

 Power came with a price. Her payment of ten thousand years of control was losing the one that had taken the time to understand her.

She sees history repeat itself. A lost Paladin this time, being offered a second chance in the Galran ranks. To be loved. To be appreciated. To be known.

 To never be lonely again.

 But Haggar also knows what happens to the misguided, the desperate, the learned malevolence that corrupts the soul. Her reluctance shows when the Prince comes to her, excited over his finding of the paladin, and the potential use they could make of him.

 Haggar’s power came with a price, and her price had yet to be fully paid.

Have some haggar back story u fuckin nerds

Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (Epilogue 7- OT9)

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Epilogue Chapter to conclude the WPWT Series, enjoy :)

No specific warnings for this epilogue series but I’ll keep the themes as they are just incase.

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: Life after underground activities. (Conclusions.)

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7Part 8 Part 9Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16Part 17 Part 18 Part 19Part 20 Part 21 Part 22

Epilogues: Epilogue 1-BBH  Epilogue 2-KJD Epilogue 3- ZYX Epilogue 4- KJI
Epilogue 5-DKS Epilogue 6- PCY  Epilogue 8-KMS  Final Epilogue  Alternative Epilogue- PCY

Word Count: 2,600 (ish)

Sorry this Epilogue got kind of long.


2 years later:

Junmyeon’s life was neither here nor there. He worked for Genesis like he did in the first place, but this time around it was official and legit. None of the underground business, he worked alongside Senior and actually got paid for what he did. But emotionally and mentally Junmyeon was stuck somewhere between being void and a wreck. The past haunted him daily and nightmares crept into his sleep, they caused him to wake up in panic in the middle of night drenched in sweat. He recalled every single face he had ever killed, every cry and plea he had received before blowing their brains out, it pained him when he thought of those that were innocent that he had to kill. How did that make him any different from Red? He was a menace and he struggled to live with that fact. Junmyeon missed life when he was younger, he was happy and warmhearted and although deep down his heart was still beating with love and warmth, it had been frozen for many years. Locked away in an ice cage.
He thought of the mess that he had made out of each and every one of the boys lives and the fact that Sehun died under his leadership. The thought made him want to vomit, Sehun was so young and he was the only one who had hope enough to try and really escape the harshness of this world, but that was snatched away from him and Junmyeon felt responsible, if he could swap places with him he would. Sometimes he cursed his family for even existing, if it wasn’t for the corporation rivalry none of this would have happened. Sure, Red would have been killing people mercilessly with his goods, but that wouldn’t have been Junmyeon’s problem and Sehun would still be alive. He felt a headache brewing as he pulled the suitcase behind him in the crowded airport.
He had been to three different countries in the space of a week; Togo, Nepal and Azerbaijan. They were desperately trying to fix Genesis’ reputation ever since it was slandered in the news and so far they were doing well. Two of the three countries settled on a deal with them, the last they were still waiting on.

“You did well today.” Senior gave Junmyeon a quick side look as they exited the airport. He stuck his hand out hailing for a taxi.

“Hmm. Thanks.” Junmyeon mumbled, looking down at his feet.

“Your pitch was perfect Junmyeon.”

“It was alright I guess.”

Senior sighed, shaking his head lightly as a taxi pulled up beside both men. The driver stepped out to help them with their luggage.

“Where to?” The driver asked, closing the boot of the car.

“21 & Finch. Drinks are needed.” Senior looked over at Junmyeon.

21 & Finch was a silent bar. It was very eloquent and well set, no place for someone who lacked etiquette. Senior always liked the high life; things and places that were costly and expressed class and taste. But it wasn’t really Junmyeon’s scene. He didn’t care much for money and class, not after the life he’d lived and things he’d seen.
His drink sat on the table in front of him untouched whilst Senior slowly sipped from his Vieux Carré. It was dim in the bar and gave off a somewhat romantic vibe, which made Junmyeon sad and angry all in one. He tried to tell himself that all he missed was sleeping with Yuna, but that was a lie and he knew it was. Before he knew who she was he had actually fallen for her. He had fallen for Baekhyun’s, Kris’ and Jongin’s sister. The thought made him cringe but he didn’t know that was the case at the time. He had genuine feelings for her and it pained him to have to shoot her, but she was the enemy and he’d do anything to keep his boys safe. And then he reminded himself like he had been doing for the last two years that he failed to save Sehun, so really what was his purpose in the first place? He let out a heavy sigh staring at the olive in his glass. Martini still untouched.

“Myeon…you did a great job you know that right.” Senior said softly, looking at his brother and holding his gaze. Junmyeon shrugged in response.
“Junmyeon please you need to get out of this slump. It’s been two years; the poor boy is not coming back.”
Junmyeon scoffed as he looked up at Senior in disbelief. He hadn’t taken a sip of his drink, yet he felt heavily drunk.

“How dare you… how fucking dare you talk about Sehun like that? Like he’s a nobody. I miss him Senior and I couldn’t save him, he should be alive right now. He should be dating and working and happy not buried 6 feet under cold dirt!” He slammed his fist down on the table, causing some of the liquid to spill out of his glass.

“What else could you have done to save him, how was it your fault Junmyeon? They come and they go you just need to move on, I’ve already offered to pay for therapy for you.”

“I don’t want damn therapy! You think some asshole individual that I’ve never known my whole life can come along and tell me how to feel about Sehun?! Tell me to forget him and move on? I don’t want to forget him. He was like a brother to me. He was more of a brother to me than you’ve been throughout the past couple of years…” Junmyeon mumbled the last part, but every word of it was true.

“So you wish I were dead instead of him?” Senior completely focused his gaze on Junmyeon now, the both of them were staring at each other. Junmyeon turned away looking back down at the olive in his glass. Senior laughed in disbelief. “Of course you do…Why did I even ask? Junmyeon I don’t know how many times I have to apologise to you, I’ve said I’m sorry. I don’t hate you I never have.”

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t Myeon. For fuck sake! I told you the only way I could keep you safe and keep an eye on you was by putting you in that squad, otherwise they would’ve taken you away from me. I’ve only been hard on you to toughen you up, so you could survive. I didn’t want this for you Junmyeon! I wanted you to find a good job and have a lovely family, not this! You think I don’t have nightmares at night too Myeon? We’ve lost so much. We’ve lost everyone we’ve ever loved it’s just us two and I’ve been trying so hard to keep you alive and safe, the only way to do it was to keep you in that squad. Red would’ve killed you otherwise. Do you remember that day on the way home from school when you were attacked and I had to pick you up because dad couldn’t?”

Junmyeon touched a scar on the base of his neck, he tried so hard to suppress the memory, why was his brother bringing it back up again?

“That wasn’t a random attack Junmyeon, that was Red! And then dad died a couple of years after, that was the last straw for me. You’re my  baby brother Junmyeon and I love you, keeping you safe is my main priority I know you’ve been through the shit Myeon and I’m sorry you lost your friend but trust me you have no idea what I’ve been through keeping grandma’s and granddad’s legacy alive and the shit I’ve been through just to keep you safe.” Senior’s eyes were glassy and glazed over almost as though he was ready to cry but he fought it. He pulled up his shirt sleeve and rested his arm on the table sporting a huge scar running up his skin. Junmyeon frowned looking at it in confusion.

“Luhan.” Senior said, running a finger over the scar.

Junmyeon’s eyes widened.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What good would that have done? Wouldn’t that have only scared you more? It was a warning he told me he was coming for you and I panicked that’s when I started really coming down hard on you because I’d lose you otherwise.” He cleared his throat as he pulled his shirt sleeve back down.

“Luhan…You knew?…” Junmyeon breathed. Senior nodded.

“He threatened you to keep your mouth shut didn’t he?”
Senior nodded again. Junmyeon closed his eyes tightly. Why didn’t he guess?

“Junmyeon its fine.” Senior rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s all over now, I’m just sorry you had to lose your friend in the process. The good ones always die.” Junmyeon scoffed at that statement because none of them were good, they were all killers. The ‘fighting for a good cause’ novelty had worn off a long time ago. They were all just dirty killers.

“I never knew you were so popular with girls though…” Senior mumbled looking down at his half empty glass.

“Huh?” Junmyeon looked at his brother puzzled as to what he was talking about.

“That lady, she’s been staring at you the moment you walked in.” Senior motioned to the woman by slowly tipping his head in her direction. Junmyeon looked up and met eyes with a lady. She was pretty, very pretty in fact. He frowned. She looked familiar.

“Senior I need to go, there’s somewhere I need to be.” Junmyeon slowly rose from his seat.

“You’re not going to go over and talk to her?”

“No I’m not. Thanks for the drink.” He looked down at his martini, he still hadn’t even touched. He picked up the olive and popped it in his mouth as he walked towards the door.

“Junmyeon!” Senior called. “You’re doing a good job.”
Junmyeon nodded and pushed the door open, stepping out into the chilly air.

He sighed as he breathed out into the cold evening. Honestly all he wanted to do was sleep but even that didn’t give him peace since all he dreamt was bad memories and Sehun’s pale face. He looked ahead into the road and his eyes widened as he saw a child running into it chasing her doll which had dropped as a car was coming steadily towards her.

“Oh God!” Junmyeon cried as he instinctively ran into the road and grabbed her. A chorus of gasps  could be heard in the street as Junmyeon wrapped his body around the child and tumbled to the floor rolling safely to the pavement as the car zoomed past. He lay there for a while the child tucked safely into his chest as he was breathing heavily in and out, the shock of what had just happened slowly wearing off.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Junmyeon breathed peeling the child away from his chest and looking at her tear stained face. His eyes opened wide in surprise. “Ara?” He stood up slowly dragging her up with him.

“ARA!” All of a sudden Junmyeon saw Kris running up to her and picking her up in her arms. “You’re not hurt are you baby?” He gave her a once over but saw that she was okay. “What did daddy tell you about running in to a road Ara. I’ve told you this before; if anything drops into the road you let it go!” He was shouting now but not out of anger just out of fear as tears were streaming down his face. “Thank you so so much I…Junmyeon?” Kris’ breath hitched as he looked at the all too familiar face.

“Yeah…long time no see. Don’t mention it man.” Junmyeon nodded his head and turned on his heel. But Kris dragged him back and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“Junmyeon. You have no idea how much…I just…I…thank you.”
It felt weird to be hugged by the taller male. Kris had gone so long hating him, but now he was embracing him. He hugged Kris back. It felt good.

“Kris it’s fine, look I have to be somewhere so I’m sorry I’m going to have to cut this short. Take care.” He patted the man’s back and turned to cross the road again, bumping into someone.
The lady from inside the bar.
He squinted his eyes at her, why did she look so familiar. Junmyeon was bad at facial recognition and he was really struggling with recognising who this was.

“Wow, Kim Junmyeon I see you’re still a hero. You just saved that little girl that was such a brave thing to do.” She smiled up at him, it was a beautiful innocent smile, who was she?

“You know my name? I’m sorry but…”

“You don’t remember me do you?”
He shook his head guiltily, keeping his attention on the beautiful woman in front of him, she seemed almost ethereal. Her hair was short and hung near her jaw line, her lipstick a deep berry red.

“It’s Yuri. You know, ‘prom’ Yuri.”
His mouth dropped opened.

“Prom Yuri.” He repeated in shock.
When they were both still in school Yuri had a ‘crush’ on a boy, whom had promised to take her to prom and she was delighted, but he had a bad reputation for breaking hearts and so the day before prom he ditched her, just because he thought it was fun to make girls cry. Apparently being an asshole made some boys feel powerful. Junmyeon thought that it was absolutely pathetic. So he decided he would take Yuri to prom, to save her from all the embarrassment she had already faced. She was a quiet girl and though he didn’t know her very well he had only ever heard good stories about her. He looked at her. Yuri was always cute but now she had blossomed into the most beautiful woman.

“Still the hero I see, always saving people from their worst moments. You still have a good heart.” She smiled at him and he smiled back weakly. If only she knew what he had been up to all these years. “I’m sorry for staring at you in the bar…it’s just that I noticed you ever since you walked in and I wanted to say hi but I guess…I don’t know.” She looked down at her feet shaking her head.

“It’s okay, no need to apologise.” He shook his hands in protest. She lifted her head again, still smiling.

“So…umm I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite. I’d love to catch up with my childhood hero. And say thanks; even still after all of these years I’m grateful for what you did.” She looked at him expectantly.

“Actually Yuri, I’m on my way to someplace else right now.”
She nodded slowly, her smile faltering as she looked ahead. “But look I’ll give you my number and we can arrange a date and time to meet up?” He smiled, wondering whether or not this was fate and whether or not this was his second chance at something bigger and better. Once she collected Junmyeon’s number she gave him a quick hug and disappeared round the corner.
Junmyeon looked back over his shoulder and saw Kris and Ara sitting on a bench across the road. She still looked shaken up.

“Kris!” He called, raising his arm up in the air, beckoning him over. The taller man stood, making sure he took extra care crossing over to Junmyeon.

“I think you should come with me.”

Kris nodded, already knowing what Junmyeon was talking about.
“Yeah it’s been on my mind all morning I’ve just been hesitating, but I guess we should. Let’s go.”

anonymous asked:

please tell me your thoughts on all of the new voltron trailers/ information we've gotten i really want to know what you think

I!!! am super pumped for Lotor’s general squad, they all look interesting (and hot) and I’m honestly just really excited for a new enemy. For all that Zarkon was the Big Bad these past two seasons, he was a pretty stationary and straightforward guy. Lotor looks like he’s manipulative and takes initiative which’ll keep the team on its toes and force them to react to and anticipate situations in a way they hadn’t before. 

On that note, I think that Lance’s “we gotta stop shooting where the creature is and start shooting where the creature’s gonna be” strategy is going to become relevant soon.

And speaking of my son, holy shit, so excited to see what comes next with him and Keith. The bits I heard from the pre-released episode sound so promising when it comes to their dynamic. And the fact that Lance did The Shiro Thing and gave a speech to calm Keith down just….. I’m so proud of him……….

Look’s like we’re gonna see Allura in Blue!! And leading the Voltron alliance!!! I’m gonna cry kids!!!!!!!

And Resistance!Shiro!!! Ah!!!!!!!!!

I’m also really interested in seeing how Keith handles the Black Lion. It seems like his angry little “you wanted me to lead? well this is how i lead” line was directed at Black, and I’d love to see that relationship explored, especially considering Keith’s close, almost sibling-like relationship to Shiro. I hope they explore his past in regards to him having to deal with losing people (let this poor boy cry :(). I also have some thoughts about leadership within the team and whether or not he’ll actually be the leader (between his close bond with Red, his feelings about losing Shiro, and Lance taking charge in s3e1….. hm………) (co-leaders?) but they’re not really organized yet. That’s a meta for another day lmao.

I’m just really excited all around!

A Work of Heart

For Anon~ Sorry about the terribly cheesy title, I couldn’t help myself. I hope this is close to what you were thinking of when you requested, and I apologize for taking forever to write this! If you want a version that’s more fluffy and doesn’t have the awkward scenes I wrote, feel free to rerequest and I’ll rewrite it.

Genre: X Reader, fluff, some slight…mature content? It’s not exactly smut but whatever…

Member(s): Jongin

POV: 3rd Person

Warning(s): Some crappily written kiss scenes, a probably fast-moving plot that makes little to no sense, mentions of nudity, a super crappy Titanic reference that wasn’t really necessary

Summary: Jongin and (y/n) are inseparable. He’s an artist, and she, though unaware, is his beloved muse. But will she become more?

Originally posted by intokai

It all started when Jongin and (y/n) were both 14.

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sunmunn  asked:

What are your thoughts on Jace's new leadership role and how that plays into his Herondale status vs Magnus' High Warlock status and how much of that is influenced by his ties with Asmondus?

HMM i hope i’m understanding this correctly, but you mean like, is Magnus’ position due to nepotism as well? In which case, definitely not. In the books, he hid his lineage from nearly everyone except like…3 people. And even if people do know, Asmodeus is one of the cruelest demons around. There’s nothing honorable associated with him. Within the show, it’s clear Magnus is High Warlock because he has the respect of a lot of Downworlders. Raphael genuinely looks up to him, Luke considers him a friend. Only Meliorn appears less close, but he seems to respect Magnus well enough. He also has the best relationship with the Clave, tenuous though it may be.

Jace on the other hand was treated like a golden soldier until he was Valentine’s son. Then he was treated like garbage exactly up until they discovered his real lineage. Jace did nothing to earn such hostility towards him but nor has he done anything to earn this sudden royal treatment. All of it has always been related to who people think his real father is. Now that he’s a Herondale, of course the Inquisitor would use it to keep the Institute in her family name, especially since she blames Valentine for the death of her son – and we all know the Lightwoods sided with Valentine.

So yeah, I do think the two situations are very different. The Clave highly prioritizes family lineage whereas the Downworld doesn’t care where you come from or who you are – if you have people’s respect, then it’s yours. Otherwise, your followers either break off or they take you down and put a new leader in place.

tankmachine  I’ll tell you where. We got tired of the cry baby attitude. The “can’t say that because you might hurt someone’s feelings talks”. We got tired of the “3-hour safety briefs” every Friday as if we were born just the day before. We got tired of the “Candy Ass Leadership” who thought more about pleasing the Higher ups instead of Looking out for their Marines. We got tired of the dry chow hall food and the barracks that didn’t have hot water. We got tired of the smoke pits and grass being the center of attention when we should have worried more about “Why does that Marine have a Mattress in his barracks that is 21 years old with piss stains on it”… You see, it doesn’t stop there… We got tired of being told to “Keep it cool” when a Lance Corporal told a Sergeant to “mind his own business”… When that Lance Corporal should have been swallowing his fucking teeth. I’m sure Chesty Puller would agree. You see, if you want to fight and win wars, Stop worrying about what “Tattoo” is going to offend someone or Where it is placed. Having a tattoo doesn’t mean you can’t fight nor be professional. Want to fight and win wars, you will know your Marines and look out for their welfare. You will train them to be stone cold killers in the face of the enemy and to never back down from no man. If you want real mother fucking Marines, you’ll tell them that they are the best and you’ll show them by leading from the Front. “The primary goal of Marine Corps Leadership is, to instill in every Marine the fact that they are Warriors first, that is why the United States of America needs the Marine Corps, to FIGHT AND WIN WARS, everything else is secondary”. That is straight from the Marine Corps Leadership Manual itself. YOU WANT MARINES WITH LEADERSHIP LIKE A COMBAT VETERAN??? Stop breeding fucking Men and Women who are bound by ball and chain and fear of NJP and start unleashing the Mother Fucking Beast again. Let the Leathernecks off the chain so that the name “Devil Dog” isn’t just a nickname, it’s a reminder of why NOBODY, I Mean NOBODY should Fuck with the Worlds Finest Fighting Machine. Get back to the basics of what it means to be fucking legit. But what do I know.

Lostcauses Fic: Tight & Pillow Talk

@tsukinoyoukai asked 

5. Who knew about Erwin’s and Levi relationship? I mean in the SC, Maria, Rose, Sina Walls… who really knew about them? (What? I think Shadis knew).


“I always knew he’d be an asset to the Corps from the first time we saw him in the underground. Remember? I’ve still never met anyone else who’s such a natural with the gear. I can’t say I ever thought he’d be leadership material though. He’s too much of an individual and with that attitude to authority….” Erwin tails off for a moment before continuing thoughtfully. “But he’s got something, he’s definitely got something. He cares about the men and they respect him. If he had his own squad, they’d follow him anywhere.”

Erwin pauses to take a sip of the brandy, savouring the taste on his tongue.

“So what do you think? You know I value your opinion Mike, do you think Levi would make a good captain?”

Mike continues gazing out the window for a moment before answering.

“How long have you been fucking him?”

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Pillow Talk

“What about you? Get up to anything?” Nanaba asks

“Not much. Caught up with Erwin.” Mike repies

“Oh? How’s he doing?”

“Yeah, he’s okay.”

Nanaba takes a dainty sip and offers the glass to Mike, who shakes his head.

“Haven’t seen much of him since he got promoted. He seems to be handling it okay though. He looked almost chilled last time I saw him. Well,” she laughs, “as chilled as someone like Erwin is ever likely to get. What happened? Did someone pull the poker out of his ass?”

“That would be Levi.”

“What?” She’s looking at him curiously now, all attention.

“He’s fucking Levi.”

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disparatenoise  asked:

Sorry if this question is a little too general a question, but here goes. I'm writing a story set during and after a nuclear-ish apocalypse and the main characters are cadets in a military academy. A lot of the conflict revolves around leadership through a harsh and stressful environment. My question is this: what are some behaviors you've noticed in CO/NCO's that indicated their in/competence? What actions motivated you? Give me some ways for a leader to fail their men or earn their trust.

This is actually a really good question! Thank you for reaching out to me!

 Well, I think everyone wants a different type of leader, so this is just my opinion. But what matters to me, in order, is the following:

NCOs and officers are in their position for a reason. They’re in charge of soldiers while at the same time performing the task the army employed them for. It’s not easy work, and very often a leader will falter either in performing their job or caring for their troops, or God forbid both. If an NCO is incompetent at maintaining his soldiers or an officer is incompetent at performing his job, that’s a very heavy hit on our morale. One person who can’t perform their duties hurts all of us. Furthermore, I’m more than willing to forgive someone for any of the following attributes as long as they’re competent. 
And this competence spans all things. Soldier care, equipment maintenance, and job knowledge/instruction ability. If I’m an E-2 and the E-5 directly in charge of me is my MOS, I should be able to ask them any standard question about my job and they should either know the answer or know where to find the answer. If my NCO doesn’t know shit about what I do, why should I trust them to oversee what I’m doing?

Soldiers depend on their leadership for a lot of things. Instruction, well being, paperwork, and especially morale. If my NCO is a completely asshat and no one in the platoon likes them, our morale will be low, and we won’t care that much about the mission.
 Now, I’m not saying the leadership has to be soft, because that’s a whole ‘nother problem, and I’m not saying they can’t push us, because that’s what they’re there for. But it’s essential for leadership to build a genuine rapport with their soldiers, or else we’ll just wind up resenting them.
Personally, the chill factor for me is very important in a leader. Someone who’s got a stick up their ass just frustrates me; someone who thinks the only way to run a unit is to yell and punish frustrates me even more. Positive motivation is always superior to negative.

Is your leadership doing their job? Are they maintaining their paperwork? Are they aware of the current mission? Do they know what we need to be doing? Do we have to stay late because they forgot to tell us to do a task? Do we have to redo a task because they instructed us wrong the first time? Are our promotions and awards delayed indefinitely because they keep forgetting something? Our leaders need to have their shit in order or else everyone below them is going to be out of order. We understand when it’s not someone fault, when our superior’s superior is the one making a bad call, but there’s almost nothing more infuriating to a soldier than leadership that, through their own actions, has no idea what’s going on.

This encompasses both work ethic and personality. If my NCO is too forgiving, too lenient, too easy, too lazy, I don’t want them. There’s a big difference between being chill and being soft. NCOs and officers NEED to be able to push us and step up to the plate. They need to know when Enough is Enough and when to put their boots down. Having a leader with no backbone is worse than having no leader at all. Laziness is a disease in leadership as well; they do have to delegate, but they absolutely need to pull their own weight as well, and we can tell the difference between a leader who’s skimping on the work by passing it off and who’s adequately utilizing their resources by delegating. 

I think these four things are probably the thing I look for most. Softness is the least bothersome trait to me because, due to the nature of Soft leaders, it’s easy for someone who does know what they’re doing to sorta replace them/nudge them aside and become a de facto leader.

How a leader can fail their troops:
-not being there during the hard times, and I mean not only combat but during unpleasant conditions like cold, heat, low food and low water. NCOs who hole up in a warm tent while their soldiers are out shivering will earn some resentment.

-not ensuring their troops well being. NCOs ensure their troops are fed, watered, and rested the best they can manage. A good NCO will recognize when it’s time to give their squad a break, even if it’s only for an hour or two. It’s true that some dire situations require drastic measures, but great NCOs will replace their soldiers in those circumstances so that they can get an hour or two of sleep or enough time to swallow a cup of coffee. I’ve known NCOs who were practically ready to fist fight someone to get food for their troops, and you bet we had their backs from then on.

-blaming their troops for things that are their fault and taking credit for things their troops have done. NCOs are responsible for everything their troops do, good or bad. If the NCO messed up, that NCO needs to be upfront about how their fuck up resulted in their troops fucking up.

-overreacting to failure and under reacting to accomplishment, not to mention uneven treatment. Sometimes all we need is a pat on the back or a handshake and to be told we did good and they’re appreciative of our efforts. Sure, other rewards are even nicer, but often I was happy just to know my leadership thought I did a good job. Sometimes the only thing that kept me going was my leadership telling me I was the best at my job and they depended on me. Whether it was true, I don’t know; I hope so. But the point is that if our achievements aren’t acknowledged, we stop wanting to achieve.
Similarly, it’s important to punish us if we fuck up, but the punishment has to match the fuck up. We often know the difference between fair punishment and unfair punishment, and trust me, we DEFINITELY know when we’re being targeted with harsher punishment than someone else who made the same mistake. Consistency is important.

-we hold grudges because the army is literally high school. We remember when someone has wronged us and hadn’t made good on it. It takes a lot to regain the trust of soldiers who’ve already lost their respect for you. Demanding respect because of a rank when it hasn’t been earned can turn a number of soldiers against you. But if you fix yourself and start being a good leader again, we can forgive and move on. 

It sounds like NCOs and officers basically give everything to their troops, and that’s exactly how it should be. Your troops will reward you with full strength effort, motivation, and tolerance for the inevitable bullshit. Especially of NCOs, they need to distract their soldiers from the pure bullshit that is the army, because it is pure bullshit, and we’re very fucking aware of that. Furthermore, PNN, the private news network, is far reaching. Lower enlisted are not shy about talking shit about a bad leader, and it’ll get around. Just the same, a good leader will see PNN return favorable reviews, and often if those favorable reviews get high enough there will be positive rewards from up high.

Of course, this is all assuming a perfect world. Very frequently bad NCOs are sneaky and bad officers are asskissers, and they somehow avoid the karma of being a bad leader while good leaders fall wayside. Sometimes good leaders get into trouble and lose their rank, sometimes good leaders are overweight and are treated like shitbags, sometimes good leaders are disabled in some way and people look down on them. In reality, that’s s the way the cookie crumbles sometimes.

Equivalently, some lower enlisted are pure ass and don’t appreciate or respect even a good leader. A lot of us had very low tolerance for leaders who weren’t completely perfect, and were quick to turn on them. I’d really like to say that those people probably had some real shit leaders in the past, and they’ll come around if they get to meet a genuinely good leader. Some people are just fucking brats though; fuck them tbh. Ungrateful lower enlisted just breeds aloof and demoralized leaders. It’s a two way street.

Personally, I have a lot of respect for anyone who can perform their duties as an NCO or officer even 75% of the time. I cannot stress enough that being in a leadership position is not sunshine and roses.

-Spc. Kingsley

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