to which my sister loves to remind me

Don’t be afraid to love

Anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine with Theo. (Your Scott’s younger sister) We’re you like him and you know he likes you but he won’t admit it. And one day he gets into a fight and he shows up to your house and you clean his face cause there’s blood and he’s being really distant and mean. And you grab his face asking what wrong. And why he’s being like this and he finally tells you how he feels about you and how he’s scared he might hurt you one day or something like that. Thanks

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word count: 827

Originally posted by likelylahey

“You shouldn’t spend so much time with him.”

“I’m old enough to make my own choices!” I replied, crossing my arms.

“He’s dangerous… ”

“Scott! I know how to take care of myself. Besides, I never bother you with your girlfriends’ choices! You’ve dated a hunter…”

“Allison was …”

I interrupted him.

“And a thunder kitsune, which, I remind you, went to these desert weird women!”

“The skinwalkers,” my brother corrected me.


Scott put his hand through my hair to ruffle them friendly.

“Be careful, little sister.”

“Always,” I said smiling as he left the house for a pack meeting, leaving me alone for the evening. Once I was certain his super powerful werewolf ears were too far away to hear me, I lowered my head murmured for myself:

“Anyway, it’s not like Theo is going to confess his feelings to me tonight.”

Theo Raeken, the boy I felt in love with. Scott had made a whole scene when I had confessed to him that I had deep feelings for the chimera. He had spent hours explaining his past, and why I shouldn’t love him. Everything he said was approved by all the pack members. I already knew all that, but that didn’t matter to me.

And I was very stubborn.

Especially since I knew that my feelings were the same for Theo. It’s obvious when I’m with him. His body is stiffening and he does everything to avoid my sight. But as soon as I have my back turned, I can feel his supernatural pupils burning my neck. I already tried to confront him, but I never managed to get him any real answers.

I was about to get myself comfortable in front of the television, sitting with a bowl full of delicious popcorn when I heard a knock at the door. The sound was strong, pressing, and constant and I thought for a moment that it had to be very important to disturb my peaceful evening like that. I got up abruptly, knocking over my bowl of popcorn and went to open the door.

I didn’t expect to find Theo, face covered in blood and wounds, an inappropriate smile stuck on the face, in front of me.

“Can I come in?”

A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly understood what had happened. He had fought again. I let him in and shut the door behind us before quickly going to get a first aid kit in the bathroom. When I returned, Theo was sitting on the couch and was staring at the floor. I sat beside him and began to clean the dried blood of his wounds which were already healing.

Ah, werewolves power.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

I heard him mutter, and when I looked up from the wound I was cleaning on his forehead to cross his gaze, he turned his head away, groaning.

“Theo, look at me,” I said, my hand still in the air waiting to clean the rest of the blood.

“Leave me alone,” he snapped at me. Just a few seconds ago he smiled arrogantly at the entrance of my house, and now he was acting all coldly?

“Theo, what’s your problem?!” I said, raising my voice. I was tired of being ignored.

Still no answer.

I broke for good, dropped the blood-soaked tissue to take his face in my hands to force him to look at me. He didn’t seem to like it, resisted a little, but ended up letting himself be carried away.

“You’re gonna tell me why you’re acting like this? Why are you distant and mean? Why do you spend your time ignoring me?” I exclaimed.

His face seemed to be twisted with a dull pain as he was thinking for an answer. Then, Theo grabbed my hands that were still on his cheeks before looking up at me.

“Because I love you, Y / N! I love you so much, but at the same time I am terrified, horribly terrified of hurting you … you are the last person I want to hurt, and that’s why I decided to repress my feelings. ”

I wanted to facepalm so bad. How could he think that? But the gravity of the situation replaced my thoughts in order.

“Theo …”

His eyes were soaked with water as he closed them again, looking away. I understood his fears, but I didn’t share his opinion. And I showed him by approaching my face and putting my lips against his, surprising him more than I expected. When our mouths parted, I hastened to speak before he could say anything.

“My brother is a werewolf, an alpha, even. One of my friends is a banshee and the other a werecoyote. I think I can deal a chimera,” I said, a smile stretching my lips.

“But I… ”

I put a finger on his lips to silence him.

“Shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”

A/N: Thanks again for requesting me, hope you like it! Requests are still opeeeeeen!

Quick little Shifu drawing. There are a lot of things wrong with this, but oh well. Just wanted to get an idea out there.

I love this guy. Favorite character in Kung Fu Panda. No question. He reminds me of my master when I took Taekwondo as a kid. When I first saw Kung Fu Panda in theaters (which was an awesome experience, by the way; it got a tremendous reaction), I got super emotional at the end and was in tears during the moment Shifu was presumed dead ‘cause, man, I was reminded so much of my own master, whom I greatly love and respect, and I felt so guilty ‘cause my sister and I were one away from black and never finished the course…. Lol. All I wanted to do was make him proud (which we did). He’s a great guy. Every time I watch this movie I can’t help thinking about those classes and remembering how much fun we had and how great our teachers were. I miss martial arts….

Breaking... Epilogue Part 2/3 (reupload)

Part 1, masterlist is linked to that

A/N: Idk if this’ll work so we’ll see I guess ;-; I know most of you guys use mobile so I had to make it mobile friendly…even though it looked super cool on my laptop

Wordcount: 4014

Warnings: Everything

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Who in the hell…?

Eliza: “Alright, alright that’s very good. Now don’t worry you’re going to survive this!”

She separated from her and the woman stood tall in the center of the room. Is everything going okay?

???: “I’m carried into the room!”

EN (Ensemble): “To the room, to the room, to the room!”

???: “Blood down my side.”

EN: “Down her side, down her side, down her side!”

???: “And they wonder, will I live or will I die?

They let me in…”

EN: “They let her in, they let her live!”

???: “And they hope I will survive.”

EN: “Stay alive, stay alive…”

???: “But I believe that…I should never be satisfied!”

EM: “Rewind….!”

There was some sort of backwards screaming sound as she spun anxiously in a circle.

???: “I remember that night,

I’ll never forget that night for the rest of my days.

I remember that suitor’s voice,

Pissed off because he’ll never win my praise.

I remember that dreamlike, dirt and fight,

Like a dream that you can’t quite place.

Philip: “But my starlight,

I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.

I have never been the same.

Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pane frame!

And when you said ‘Bye’

I knew you won the game!

Set my heart aflame, every part aflame!”

The man playing Philip danced in toward her with a doe like expression.

???: “When you asked me what’s my name!”

Philip: “You strike me,

As a woman I could surely satisfy.”

???: “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,

get over yourself.”

She turned her back to him.

Philip: “But you’re like me,

I’m never satisfied.”

???: “Isn’t that fine?”

Philip: “I could help you be satisfied…”

She turned back around hesitantly and held out her hand.

???: “My name is Titania Taylor.”


Philip: “Call me Philip Hamilton.

Where’s your family from?”

Titania: “Unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done.

But just you wait! Just you wait!”

They began to dance around each other with choreography. Is that…me?

Philip: “So, so, so!

So this is what it feels like to match wits,

With someone at your level!

What the hell is the catch?

There’s a feeling of freedom, of seeing the light!

It’s Ol’Franklin with a key and a kite,

You feel that right?

Our conversation could’ve last two minutes,

Maybe 3 minutes!

Not everything we said in total agreement-

It’s a dream!

Maybe it’s a trance,

It could be her posture; it could be her stance!

I’m a bit of a flirt, but she could give me chance!

We asked about her family, did you see her answer?

Her hands started fidgeting,

She looked askance!

She’s now penniless but she never knew how to dance!

Gorgeous, God she don’t know it!

Strong girl, she knows that she owns it!”

Titania: “I wanna take him far away from this place,

Then I turn and see that boy’s face and he is-“

Philip: “Helpless!”

Titania: “And I know he is!”

Philip: “Helpless!”

Titania: “And his eyes are just!”

Philip: “Helpless!”

Titania: “And I realize,

Three fundamental truths at the exact same time!”

They came together and linked arms.

Titania: “Where are you taking me?”

Philip: “I plan to change your life.”

Titania: I regret letting you lead the way…”

EN: “Number one!”

Titania: “I’m a girl in a world,

In which everyone thinks I should marry rich!

My Father had no son,

So I was the one, who was supposed to strive for one!

But I’m boldest, and the silliest,

And no one should love me, that’s ridiculous!

But Philip Hamilton is the wittiest!


That sure don’t mean I want him any less…”

Philip: “Do you see the starlight? It reminds me of you!”

Titania: “Starlight?”

Philip: “My Starlight…”

EN: “Number two!”

Titania: “They’re still after me,

Because I have no sister and my parents died.

I’d have to be naïve to not step aside.

Maybe that is why,

I take comfort in Eliza, I can’t decide!

Nice going, Titania!

I was right, I will never be satisfied…

Thank you for showing me this…”

Philip: “If it takes a million years for you to see,

It would still be worth it.”

Titania: “I’ll hold you to it.”

EN: “Number three!”

Titania: “He knows me more than I know my own mind!

I will never find anyone as trusting or as kind!

If I tell him that I love him,

I’d be setting him behind,

He’d be mine!

He would say it’s fine!

I’d think he’s lying!

But when I fanaticize at night,

It’s into Philip’s eyes.

As I romanticize,

What would happen if I recite…

My love profusely…

All I want is to be called his wife!”

Philip: “…You’ll always have my eyes in your life…”

Titania: “They’d say…

To the groom!”

EN: “To the groom, to the groom, to the groom!”

Titania: “To the bride!”

EN: “To the bride, to the bride, to the bride!”

Titania: “It could be real as…

As long as I stay alive!

To our union!”

EN: “They let her in, they let her live!”

Titania: “And the hope that we provide!”

EN: “Stay alive, stay alive!”

Titania: “May we always be satisfied!”

EN: “Satisfied, satisfied…”

Titania: “And I know…

I’d be happy as his bride…

And I know….

I will truly be satisfied,

Can I help him be satisfied?”

             It took you a moment to notice the tears streaming down your face. That was you, or at least that version of you. Someone who was unsure, scared and self-sacrificing. It was almost surreal, seeing someone pretend to be you, be your voice, speak your thoughts and show your own story. It felt like being the author of a book that was turned into a movie. Washington On Your Side started up with Burr’s voice and you wondered what else was different. And then it happened again, in We Know. It seemed normal but there was another person there, the woman playing Titania. She was off to the side, still prominent in the scene but almost like she was hiding from the other four men on the stage. From time to time you could hear her voice faintly under the others’.

Alex: “Mister Vice President

Mister Madison

Senator Burr

What is this?”

Jefferson: “We have the check stubs, from separate accounts.”

Madison: “Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts.”

Burr: “To a Mister James Reynolds way back in

Seventeen ninety-one.”

Alex: “Is that what you have, are you done?”

Madison: “You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position.”

Jefferson: “Though ‘virtue’ is not a word I’d apply to this situation.”

Madison: “To seek financial gain, to stray from your sacred mission.”

Jefferson “And the evidence suggests you’ve engaged in speculation!”

Burr: “An immigrant embezzling our government funds!”

Madison/Jefferson: “I can almost see the headline; your career is done.”

Burr: “I hope you saved some money for your daughter and sons!”

Madison/Jefferson: “Ya best g'wan run back where ya come from!”

Alex: “Ha! you don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess.”

Madison/Jefferson: “Confess!”

(Titania: “Say no to this…”)

Alex: “You have nothing; I don’t have to tell you anything at all


Madison/Jefferson: “Unless…”

(Titania: “Lord, show him how to

Say no to this…”)

Alex: “If I can prove that I never broke the law

Do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?”

Burr: “No one else was in the room where it happened…”

(Titania: “Please, you need to

Say no to this!”)

Alex: “Is that a yes?”

Burr/Mads/Jeff: “Um, yes…”

Alex handed Burr a piece of paper.

Burr: “Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health

And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth

In the pockets of people like me, down on their luck

You see, that was my wife who you decided to-“

Titania: “Wait!”

Titania ran across the stage, grabbing Alex by the arm and the letter, pulling him away from the others.

Jefferson: “She courted him?

Escorted him to bed.”

Madison: “And when she had him in her corner,

That’s when Reynold’s extorted him.”

Burr: “For a sorted fee?

He paid him quarterly?”

Jefferson: “He may have continued his affair with that maid,

We’ll tell them in the papers.

The public will be set ablaze!”

The focus shifted from the three and to Titania and Alex.

Alex: “If they can see I kept a record of every check in my checkered history,

Check it again against their list n’ see consistency!

I never spent a cent that wasn’t mine,

They sent the dogs after my scent, that’s not fine!

Titania: “Yes, you have reasons for shame,

But you have not committed treason and sullied your good name!

If they can see you have done nothing to provoke legal action.

Maybe our answers will be to their satisfaction?”

Jefferson: “My God…

Gentlemen, let’s go.”

Burr/Mads/Jeff: “But do we really know

What we know?”

Alex: “How do I know they won’t use this against me

The next time we go toe to toe?”

Titania: “Alexander, rumors only grow.

And we both know what we know…”

             Oh my god, I changed history! I really did change history! It definitely wasn’t a dream! I’m not crazy! Next up was Hurricane, that was relatively the same. The only change you noticed was at the end.

Alex: “I’ll write my way out

Overwhelm them with honesty!

This is the eye of the hurricane; this is the only

Way I can protect our legacies!”

EN: “Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait!”

Alex: “Titania’s Pamphlet…”

Oh no, not this again!

EN: “Titania’s Pamphlet!”

Jeff/Mads/Angelica: “Have you read this?”

Burr/Jeff/Mads:” Alexander Hamilton had a torrid affair

And he wrote it down right there!”

Madison: “Highlights!”

Alex/Jefferson: “The charge against me

Is a connection with one,                      

James Reynolds!  (James: “James Reynolds!”)

For purposes of

Improper speculation                          

My real crime is an   (Burr: “My real crime is an)

Amorous connection with his wife    (Amorous connection with his wife”)

For a considerable time

With his knowing consent!”

Mads/Burr/Jeff: “Damn!”

Alex/Jeff/Mads: “I had frequent meetings with her

yet some have looked into my own house!”

Burr: “Into his own house!”

Madison: “Into his own house!”

Deep voice: “Damn!”

Alex/Jefferson: “Titania had no part in this, in fact I’ve considered myself as her father.”

Madison/Burr: “No…”

EN: “Booooo!”

Madison/Burr: “Have you read this?”

Jefferson: “Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!”

Madison/Burr: “Never gon’ be President now!

Jefferson: “Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!”

Madison/Burr: “Never gon’ be President now!”

Jefferson: “He’s never gon’ be President now!”

Madison/Burr: “Never gon’ be President now!”

Jefferson: “That’s one less thing to worry about!”

Jeff/Mads/Burr: “That’s one less thing to worry about!”

Angelica/Philip: “I came as soon as I heard.”

Jefferson: “What?!”      

Alex: “Angelica…”    (Philip: “Titania…”)

EN: “All that way from London?!


Alex: “Angelica, thank God   (Philip: “Titania, oh God

Someone who understands   (I don’t know if I understand

What I’m struggling here to do (Please, tell me it’s not true…”)

Angelica: “I’m not here for you…”

EN: “Ooooh!”

Angelica: “I know my sister (Titania: “You know me more)

Like I know my own mind! (Than I know my own mind!)

You will never find (I will never find)

Anyone as trusting or as kind! (Anyone as trusting or as kind!)

I love my sister more than (I love you Philip more than)

Anything in this life! (Anything in this life!)

I will choose her happiness (I would choose your happiness)

Over mine every time! (Over mine every time!)

Put what we had aside (Don’t put what we have aside!)

I’m standing at her side (I’ve always been at your side!)

You could never be satisfied! (The public will never be satisfied!)

God, I hope you’re satisfied (God, I hope their satisfied!)

Jeff/Mads/Burr: “Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!

Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!

Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!

That’s one less thing to worry about.”

Jeff/Mads/Alex:              (EN:

“Hey!                                  (“Well he’s never gon’ )  

At least he was                  (be President now!)

honest with our money!

                                (Well he’s never gon’)

.                               (be President now!)

.                              (Well he’s never gon’)

.                               (be President now!)


At least he was honest          

with our money!”

.                             (That’s one less thing)

.                            (to worry about.”)

Full company:

“That’s one less thing to worry about!

The Titania’s Pamphlet

Jeff/Mads/Burr: Have you read this?

You ever see somebody ruin their own life?”


Full company (Except Alex and Eliza): “His poor wife…”

You were extremely overwhelmed. A lot was happening at once and it all felt so knew to you. It was the most perplexing thing. It didn’t feel like it was you anymore. It was just another person in history, someone who made your decisions. They felt like two separate things. I guess that’s how history goes; we can never know the full extent of it… unless we lived it ourselves. The next song was Burn and you couldn’t help but remember the actual incident with injury. That poor woman didn’t deserve what she got. There were only some small differences in that song.

Eliza: “They published a letter

Her husband wrote to you.

You told the whole world that you brought this girl into our bed!

In clearing your name, you almost ruined my life!”

You weren’t that surprised by the changes. After all, Titania’s Pamphlet was a lot vaguer than the original. A thought came to mind. What about Blow Us All Away?

Philip: “OooooOoooh!

I do, I do, I do, I do!



I do, I do, I do, I do, I do!

Girl, you got me


Look into your eyes and

The sky is them!

I’m Helpless!

Down for the count and I’m

Drowning in ‘em!

Yo, I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight!

Even at revel, they’ll still tell us on a hot night!

Laughing with my sister as she’s dazzlin’ the room

But you’ll walk in, make my heart go


Titania: “Try and catch your eye from the side of the ballroom!

Everyone’s dancing and the band’s top volume!

Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine!”

Philip: “Grab my sister

She whispers

‘You’ll get her this time!’

                                  (All men:                

.                                    (“Oooh)

My sister made her way across

the room to you                (Oooh)

And I got nervous,

thinking “What’s she gonna do?”          (Oooh)

She grabbed you by the arm,

I’m thinkin’ ‘That’s new!’                     (Oooh)

Then you look back at me

and suddenly I’m Helpless!               (Helpless!)

Oh, look at those eyes                 (Look into your eyes)

.                                                         (And the sky’s in them)

Oh!                                                    (I’m)

Yeah, I’m                                           (Helpless!)

Helpless, I know                             (Down for the count)

.                                                        (And I’m drownin’ in ‘em)                


.                                                          (I’m helpless!)

I’m so into you                                (Look into your eyes)

I am so into you                               (And the sky’s in them I’m helpless!)


I know I’m down for the count             (Down for the count)

And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.”                      (And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.”)

Titania: “Where are you taking me now?”

Philip: “Did you think I was done changing your life?”

Titania: “Then by all means, lead the way.”

Philip: “You can really see the sky out here…”

EN: “Just kiss her already!”

Titania: “Thank you…for being with me”

Philip: “I would spend a million years to prove myself, it would still be worth it.”

Titania: “You’re already worth it…”

Titania/all women: “One week later!”

Titania: “I’m writing a letter nightly

Now my life gets better every letter that you write me!

Laughing at his sister, cuz she knows I care for him!”

Female member of the EN: “I’m just saying if you really loved me, you would marry him!”

Titania: “Yes!”

Philip: “Two weeks later              (All men:

In the living room stressin’           (“Stressin’)

My father’s stone-faced

While I’m asking ‘what are my chances?’     ( Blessin’)

I’m dying inside, as

We wine

And dine

And I’m tryin’ not to cry

‘cause there’s nothing

that our minds can’t do               (Oooh)

My father makes his way across the room

To you

I panic for a second, thinking

“what’s he gonna do?”                          (Oooh)

But then he shakes your hand and says

“It’s true…”                            (Oooh)

And you turn back to me, smiling, and I’m

Helpless!                    (Helpless!)

.                                      (Look into your eyes)

.                                    (And the sky’s in)

.                                     (Them I’m)

Helpless!                      (Helpless!)

Hoo!                                (Down for the count)

.                                         (And I’m drownin’ in)

.                                         (‘em I’m)

.                                         (Helpless!)

That girl is mine

That girl is mine!        (Look into your eyes)

.                                     (And the sky’s in)

.                                   (Them I’m)

Helpless! Helpless!      (Helpless!)              

Down for the count     (Down for the count)

And I’m drownin’ in em!”   (And I’m drownin’ in em!”)


“Philip, I don’t have a dollar to my name

An acre of land, a group at my hand, a dollop of fame

All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain

A couple of callings coming and my top-notch brain

Insane, your family brings out a different side of me

Eliza confides in me, Alexander tried to take a bite of me

No stress, my love for you is never in doubt

We can get a place in Harlem and figure it out

I’ve been livin’ without a family for quite a while

My father tried, my mother died, I grew up with a fake smile

But I’ll never forget what my father taught me, that was real

And long as I’m alive, Philip, swear to God

You’ll never feel so…”

.                                                (All woman:

.              (Philip:                  (“ Helpless!)

Titania:        (“I do I do I do I do!)


.                                         (Helpless!)

.                  (I do I do I do I do!)

I’ve never felt so—

.                                     (Helpless!)

.              (Hey, yeah, yeah!)

.                                              (Down for the count)

.                 (I’m down for the count)       (And I’m drownin’ in ‘em)

.                   (I’m—)

My life is gon’

be fine cuz                                                     (Helpless!)

My sunshine’s in it.

.                        (I look into your eyes,)

.                        (and the sky’s in them)

.                         (I’m)

.                                                            (Helpless!)

.                                                             (Down for the count)

.                     (…drownin’ in ‘em.)       (And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.)

(Wedding march, but whistled)

En: “In New York, you can be a new man…

In New York, you can be a new man…

In New York, you can be a new man…”

Titania: “Helpless…”

Philip…Oh God… You couldn’t move, your mind was running a mile a minute. It was all hitting you at once. This was a simplified version of what you and Philip went through together. This was supposed to be a happy song, full of hope, full of love. But you knew, you knew what came next. The thing that kept you up at night. The whistling of the wedding march changed, you weren’t ready for this. You never could be.

Philip: “Meet the latest graduate of King’s College

I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish

The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops

The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops

I’m only nineteen but my mind is older

Gotta be my own man, like my father, but bolder

I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say

That someday I would-“

Full company: “Blow us all away!”

Philip: “Ladies, I’m lookin for a Mr. George Eacker

Made a speech last week, our Fourth of July speaker

He disparaged my father’s legacy in front of a crowd

I can’t have that, I’m making my father proud!”

Female EN member: I saw him just up Broadway a couple of blocks,

He was going to see a play.”

Philip: “Well I’ll go visit his box!”

2nd female EN member: “God you’re a fox!”

Philip: “And y’all look pretty good in ya’ frocks

But I got girl waiting for me back home and she rocks!” ( Both female EN members: “Aww, okay…”)

Full company: “Blow us all away!”

Philip: “George!” (Eacker: “Shh!”)


Eacker: “Shh! I’m tryin’a watch a show!”

Philip: “Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!”

Eacker: “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true

Your father’s a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you.”

Full company: “Ooooooh!”

Philip: “It’s like that?”

Eacker: “Yeah, I don’t fool around, I’m not your little tool girlfriend.”

Philip: “Well, see you on the dueling ground

That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now?”

Eacker: “I know where to find you, piss off, I’m watchin’ this show now”

Philip: “Pops, if you had only heard the shit he said about you

I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to!”

Alex: “Slow down!”

Philip: “I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel

They don’t exactly cover this subject in boarding school!”

Alex: “Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?”

Philip: “He refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease.”

Alex: “Where is this happening?”

Philip: “Across the river, in Jersey…”

Philip/Alex: “Everything is legal in New Jersey!”

You didn’t notice it until just then, but the woman playing Titania looked like she was listening in from off to the side.

Alex: “Alright, so this is what you’re gonna do (Titania: “Never be satisfied…”)

Stand there like a man until Eacker is in front of you.                    .  

When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air (Helpless….”)

This will put an end to the whole affair!”

(Titania: “Please, say no to this…”)

Philip: “But what if he decides to shoot? Then I’m a goner…”

Alex: “No, he’ll follow suit if he’s truly a man of honor

To take someone’s life, that is something you can’t shake

Philip, your mother can’t take another heartbreak…”

(Titania: “Please don’t leave me, I am helpless…”)

Philip: “Father!”

Alex: “Promise me

You don’t want this young man’s blood on your conscience!

Philip: “Okay, I promise…”

Alex: “Come back home when you’re done.

Take my guns, be smart, make me proud, son “

You were expecting the normal switch between the normal melody and Philip’s rap, but that didn’t happen. Instead it slowed down a bit.

Titania: “Look around, look around

At how lucky we are to be alive right now…

Look around, look around!”

Philip turned to find her there, he didn’t seem happy.

Philip: “You weren’t supposed to know…”

Titania: “I should have known…”

Philip: “Titania, you know me!”

Titania: “You’re fighting for something that happened over a month ago!”

Philip: “No!”

Titania: “I must survive until this war is done

But I deserve a chance

To see the Sun!

Look around, Look around

At how lucky we are to be alive right now!

I don’t need a legacy, (Philip: “He will throw away his shot)

I don’t need money! (History has its eyes on me)

I just need you by my side, (Look into your eyes)

I let you inside my heart! (And the sky’s in them)

Oh! Let me be a part of the narrative (Will be ever be satisfied?)

In the story they will write someday! (I can’t say no to this!”)

Let this moment be the first chapter

Where you decide to stay!”

Philip and Titania separated from each other.

Philip: “My name is Philip

I am a poet (Titania: “Am I not enough?)

And I’m a little nervous, but I can’t show it

I’m sorry, I’m a Hamilton with pride

You talk about my father; I cannot let it slide!                   .

Mister Eacker, how was the rest of your show?

Eacker: “I’d rather skip the pleasantries, let’s go

Grab your pistol! (Could this be enough?)

Philip: “Confer with your men!”                                            

Eacker: “The duel will commence after we count to ten.”              .

Full company: “Count to ten!”

Philip: “Look ‘em in the eye, aim no higher (This must be enough!)

Summon all the courage you require

Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky…                .

Full Company: “1, 2, 3, 4, 5-“

Titania ran towards Philip

Full company: “6, 7-“ (Wait!”)



My World is a Kaleidoscope

My world is like a kaleidoscope, I want to tell them
Soft pastels bleed into a setting resembling a Monet painting, while a single thread of focus holds my attention
A book, a particularly rhythmic piece of music, the bliss of a soft pair of pants
It sounds silly, to say it out loud, but my world is not the same as your world
Or maybe we just experience it through different lenses

I won’t lie, it isn’t all beautiful
The sound of someone using a paper towel grinds on my ears like the shriek of monkeys
If you say something to me in the wrong tone of voice, I have to try and convince myself you aren’t angry

People tell me I look nice with my hair up, but what they don’t know is that wearing it down makes my neck feel as though a million pine needles are rubbing against my skin
I couldn’t wear jeans until I was in middle school, because their fabric felt like sandpaper on my skin
When I went to primary school in England, my mother had to order special shirts for my uniforms because if someone tried to put a polo on me, I would cry and scream because the collar felt like someone was strangling me

There used to be a commercial about recognizing the signs of a stroke, with Sharon Stone in it
She wore all white makeup, and the lighting would menacingly flicker in, and she’d talk in a deep, monotone voice
And every time I saw that commercial, up until I was 12 or 13 and they stopped airing it, I would instantly feel my blood go cold and my skin go clammy
My heart would start beating really fast, and since I didn’t know what was happening to me, all I could do was scream until someone else ran in to mute the commercial
It was involuntary, I have no idea what it was about that commercial, but I remember it vividly
I remember being ashamed, embarrassed, that I could not control myself
That part never went away

I want to tell them that I am an artist
When I was little, I mean, like two years old, I used to memorize the names of all the Crayola colors in the box
And when I went to pre k, and everyone else was learning red, green, blue
I knew magenta, burnt sienna, turquoise, sky blue, royal blue, violet, periwinkle, lime
I said these colors like they were the gospel because to me they were something beautiful, and I loved all of them

I couldn’t hold a pencil until I was in third or fourth grade, and I had to get special permission to type my assignments
My hand didn’t have the fine motor skills necessary for writing, which meant it didn’t have the motor skills necessary for coloring or drawing neat little pictures

But everyday, I’d bring my parents piles of artwork, piles of colored pictures, all outside of the lines, all scribbled glory and unabashed youth
Kids used to make fun of me, and I spent so much time crying out near the cubbies because I couldn’t color like they did, or write my name like they did
Then they made fun of me for crying, but I kept drawing

Today I’ve won county, state, and regional contests, when I was a freshmen my art made it to a national contest through 4H
And still, sometimes my hand will drop a pencil, or fling a utensil out in front of my desk for no reason
And everyone will look at me, but I don’t cry anymore
Never in front of them again

I want to tell them that I love science
When I was very young, I mean, 4 years old, my mom pulled up videos of amoebas on our home computer
I thought those were the greatest, funniest things in the world, the way they ate up the other organisms and absorbed them into their own mass
I used to look up different types of bacteria, strep and staph and their different strains, I looked up genetic diseases and the rarest medical conditions
My favorite show was House M.D. as a fourth grader

When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said a neurologist, than I said neuro-genetics, and now I say biochemistry and genetics
I used to be ashamed and scared of my interests, and nobody ever wanted to talk to me about CRISPR or gene therapy or cloning, and now these things are assets to me
I’ve been lucky enough to know what I wanted to do since I was six, and I think how many people get to know what their passions are before they even know how to write

I want to tell them about my family
My sister, the nonconformist who loves to read and despises fractions with a passion
Whose wit is sharp enough to slice steel, whose stubbornness and perseverance earned her the affectionate nickname “little buffalo”
My little sister with perfect pitch, who plays two instruments and isn’t even in middle school yet
My sister who has the best stories but can’t spell to save her life, who is the most creative mind in school but is confined to fill-in-the-blank standardized tests that confuse her
My sister, who people keep reminding me “isn’t like me,” they see me the say “prodigy”
And they see her and they think “unfocused, doesn’t apply herself, isn’t academically gifted but has a great personality,” which is to say they only value creativity when it’s measureable, profitable

My mother, who knows what I am going through and sees too much of herself in me for this to be an accident
Who grew up dissecting animals on the farm because she loved anatomy, who couldn’t follow social conventions, who never had the opportunities I do now
My mother who grew up in a time where people like my sister and I weren’t accommodated but beaten, whispered about, stared at in the middle of small town gatherings
My mother who lost friendships with other parents who took personal offense to me as a child, who raised me with no knowledge on what Autism Spectrum actually meant
My mother who has grown so much, who sees her own childhood and experiences finally explained in me and through the information now available

My father, who is so quiet and also the entire comforting roar of ocean waves
He is an artist like me, but also a builder, a thinker, an innovator
A master of blending in, and still I recognize an air of familiarity
In the exhilarated discussion of the Everglades and tropical fish, and in the brutal scrutiny in his carpentry
I hesitate letting him in on school projects because even though I know that with him it will be absolutely perfect, he will spend an hour trying to get the paper on the poster board straight
My father, the kitchen’s beat boxer and repeater of words, the artist and builder and crafter, who loves my sister and I and understands as closely as anyone will ever get

I want to tell them that I, that we, people like me, are not accidents
We’re not just mistakes in genetic code, or a series of environmental factors, or puzzles waiting to be solved
If they really want to get to know us, they can just ask us
Our lives aren’t always easy, we suffer sometimes, I know I’ve suffered sometimes
Sometimes we can be tedious, our needs may be difficult to pinpoint, our behavior may shock you or horrify you or scare you or bewilder you
But then, at this point I ask, doesn’t everyone have moments like this
We are all burdens, we are all gifts, we are all worthy of living as we are

I want to tell them that I don’t want to be fixed, because there is nothing to be fixed
Maybe I’d like to not bang my head against a wall when I’m stressed, or not be too uncomfortable to be hugged, or not scratch and pick at my skin when I’m anxious, or not be unable to talk sometimes, or not feel like my brain is stuffed with cotton during verbal conversations
Maybe I’d like to be able to write like other people, to be able to copy down pictures and graphs in my physics and math classes with ease like they do, to be able to read numbers like they do, to be able to go to parties and malls and social gatherings without feeling like I’m floating away like they do

But I think of all the things I’d potentially be giving up if they would have their “cure”
My drawings, maybe I’d still be an artist, but I never would have had the determination, the passion I do now because I would have known what it was like to color inside the lines, my art would not be the same
Maybe I’d still like science, but I would never have spent hours researching the human brain and psychology and genetics, I would never have known the joy and amusement I felt when my mother showed toddler-me the amoebas

Maybe my sister would still be a musician, but she would not have the focus to listen to the same song over and over, the ability to recognize when a note is flat or sharp or just right without looking at sheet music
She’d never have the compassion and open-mindedness she has now because she knows what it’s like to truly function differently from everyone else and be ridiculed for it

Maybe we wouldn’t have our problems anymore, but we also wouldn’t be us anymore
Our experiences would be taken from us in the name of our own good, our passion exchanged in the name of normalcy

They can argue with me all they want, tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, call me a liar, dare to call me “high-functioning”
But they will never know what it’s like at all, they’ll never see the world as a kaleidoscope

And that’s okay, but what I really want to tell them, is that they don’t have to be afraid
I want to tell them that their children are going to be okay, and they are too
I know it’s hard, I know it’s confusing, but they will get through this and their kids are not broken, they too will persevere

I want to tell them that vaccines did not cause this, we have always been here
I want to tell them that people don’t grow out of this, there are plenty of adults on the spectrum, and that’s okay

I want to tell them that trying to make their kid “normal” only teaches them to be ashamed, and only teaches them to hide their true nature, which only causes more problems
I want to tell them that even if there was a cure, they’d be altering the entirety of a person’s mind, their interests, behavior, personality, potential experiences, and I don’t think that that is a choice anyone should get to make

I want to tell them that they’ll never entirely understand, no one can entirely understand another person’s brain anyway and it would be foolish to try and generalize anyways
I want to tell them that’s okay
We just experience things from different lenses

A Raven Among Crows: Pt 2

Originally posted by sayonaraaolliveira

You’re a woman disguised as a man at The Wall, but no one knows.

Part One   Part Three 

(Y/M/N)= Your Male Name

(Y/N)= Your Name 

Word Count: I honestly lost track, lmfao 

Craster’s Keep smells, it smells and it gave you a horrid feeling. You were on your black stallion riding behind Jon Snow, you can still feel your bruises from all the practice you had with him. Soon you developed tougher skin and a small scare that crossed the bridge of your nose. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Seriously though, Bismuth WASN'T "villainized". I'm a critic myself, I agree with a lot of things SU critics say, but this one just angers me. My sister who watches the show but partakes in no part of the fandom said that she loved how Bismuth was portrayed as a hero who wants to do good, but doesn't do that the right. Even my father who hardly has time for cartoons sat and watched Bismuth with me, and said it reminded him of Count of Monte Cristo because it wasn't just black/white. (1)

(2) Bismuth is a character who’s supposed to be a representation that war isn’t always black vs white, it’s gray, which is very important for kids to know. When I was little, my class read “George Washington’s Socks” which had a very similar message. It’s important to show that nothing is black/white in real life. It doesn’t confuse kids’ morals; kids are not idiots, they know basic right/wrong. Instead, it helps kids to learn to put themselves in others’ shoes

(3) Again, I agree with most SU critics when it comes to Peridot and Lapis’s horribly written characters, the decline in art, the unanswered questions and all of that. However, I have to give credit where credit is due. The crew does a decent job at portraying a similar message that’s presented in The Count of Monte Cristo. Jus because someone is jailed (or in this case, bubbled) doesn’t mean that they’re a bad person.

What this ask fails to understand is that Bismuth is far from a morally grey character, she was just about as right as every other character in the show. But the show framed her as being in the wrong. it’s hard to say she wasn’t villainized if the show puts her in the same spotlight as jasper and the rubies.

1) What were Bismuth’s motives again? She wanted to shatter the diamonds. This suggestion horrified Steven and he claimed it was just as wrong, and we were supposed to agree with him. HOWEVER, only a few episodes later and it’s revealed that Rose did the exact same thing as Bismuth, and the gems agreed she was in the right. Hell in season one, garnet states that all the crystal gems have taken part in shattering homeworld gems. 

2) The “killing the oppressor is just as bad as being one” narrative is a tired and ongoing issue that is prominent media. For christ’s sake they made Bismuth the “irrational black freedom fighter” trope with Rose being portrayed in a better light despite doing the exact same damn thing as bismuth. Its a terrible way to write a “good guy who has bad motives” when their motives are literally the same damn tactics that take down most oppressive regimes. 

3) If they REALLY wanted to write a decently written character who was morally grey, a better way would’ve been Bismuth completely disregarding the safety of humans so she had to be bubbled. Because according to Bismuth, because Rose didn’t try to kill Pink Diamond right away, several of their friends were shattered, the diamonds continue colonizing the place and Homeworld gems are still forced to suffer from their leadership.

A better example of morally grey characters who believe they’re doing the right thing is Jet and Hama. Both characters suffered greatly from their oppressors wiping out loved ones, but rather than targeting their oppressors, they tried to take it out on the innocent civilians who were simply in the middle of the crossfire.

4) Like come on anon. Any story that punishes a character for doing exactly what half the main cast was doing, is confusing for children.

Chapter 3

I feel like Katniss is in shock here at the beginning, (and really, who wouldn’t be?), because at the same time as she’s concentrating on not crying while saying goodbye to her mother and Prim, because she’s afraid to look weak for the many cameras waiting for her at the train station, she thinks specifically at little later in the conversation “I can’t win.”  So, she thinks she can’t win, either because of her size or the fact that she’s from District 12, but she still tries to play the game, so to speak, by making sure to not present herself as weak as she may look to an outsider.  Then, later in that same conversation, she thinks “It isn’t in my nature to go down without a fight, even when things seem insurmountable.”  This quote reminds me of the second half of Mockingjay, when she starts to help Peeta recover from his hijacking, which at first seemed like an insurmountable problem.

Katniss also says “I love you” to her mother and Prim before they exit the room.  One could say that yes, she does love them.  She loves her sister, because later on we hear that “Prim is the only person that I’m certain I love,”  It’s the only time in the entire series that she says I love you to anyone.  Contrast this with her confession to Peeta on the beach “I need you,”.  She loves her mother, and Prim, but she doesn’t technically need them to survive.  In fact, her job surviving would be much easier if they weren’t around.  But she realizes in Catching Fire that she needs Peeta.  She needs him to survive.  That, to me at least, means more to her than loving him.

I also would love to hear if anyone else thinks its symbolic that Peeta’s father comes in to say goodbye to her before Gale does.  I really wish we could have seen that in the film.  And Madge with the mockingjay pin.  Its meaning is so much more loaded when you see how emphatic Madge was that Katniss wear it, rather than her simply finding it in a pile of junk in the Hob.

I’ll post more later, since this only covers about half of the chapter.  ;)


If there was a “best-social-media-for-ruining-self-esteem” award, instagram would be getting a gold medal. It has the power of leaving some of us completely, utterly and thoroughly shitty about ourselves. But self-esteem is only a part of it. What’s worse than being insecure, is to be jealous. Hasad- one of the most debilitating emotion. It was not until this morning that I stumbled upon this verse (refer picture; Quran 4:32). I spent the next few hours reading commentaries and translations of it. This is what I learnt.

According to the verse, Allah has stated that he has created us differently. Some of us may be greater in knowledge, wealth, beauty etc. All of these levels exists according to His will and wisdom and thus we should never complain or feel bitter about it. However, don’t confuse this by thinking that we shouldn’t work hard to improve ourselves. That’s something else. This verse is warning us from being jealous at the things that are totally not in our control. Even if we work our asses off to achieve something, isn’t it Allah who decides on whether we will or will not be getting it in the end?

You see, there’s nothing wrong with wanting what another person possesses, as long as you are truly & genuinely happy for them too, it’s perfectly OK. That isn’t jealousy. The greatest mark of jealousy is when you wish to receive something that someone has, and hope that the person loses that blessing. Rather than saying “good for them” you say  “Why them? Why not me?” or “How can I truly be happy when I don’t have we she has”. 

Jealousy is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die. The jealous person is only going to hurt himself the most.

Another very important thing highlighted in this verse is the instruction to ask Allah of his bounty, or in simpler words, to make doa. To channel all that energy in a positive way. If you want to also be rich, make doa. If you want to be on top of your class, make doa. Don’t keep your hands in your pocket, take them out and raise them up against the sky. Making doa is the essence of worship. It signifies that you recognize Allah as Ar-Razzaq; The Provider. It is also important to note that just because you do not get what you pray for, it doesn’t mean Allah has ignored you. He gives us according to his knowledge, just as he withhold according to his knowledge. This reminds me of Surah Al-Baqarah verse 216, which reads:

But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.

For my fellow sisters out there, I understand how it’s tough having to live up to the beauty standards of society today. We all want to look ‘the best’ instead of only ‘our best’. But just because you see someone prettier, that doesn’t in any way, make you ugly. There’s this saying that goes, “The beauty of the sky does not diminish that of the sea, the embers of lava do not shadow the brightness of the stars”. Beauty is supposed to inspire you, not conspire against you. Allah has sculpted us perfectly. If we knew what and why he has created us the way we are, I’m sure we wouldn’t ask to be any different, regardless of what we see on instagram. Besides, no one would put up an ugly picture of themselves onto social media anyway. 

Being envious is how to single-handedly destroy yourself. Fight those instagram insecurities, or should i say, instacurities? Remember guys, nobody’s life really looks like their Instagram.

May peace be upon you x

Home for the Holidays

(I know it’s August but I couldn’t shake this idea.)

Bitty knew this would happen eventually. He and Holster had been dating for months now, and they’d been friends for almost two years before that.

Bitty knew that at some point he would meet Adams family, hell, Holster met his mama his freshman year and met Coach this past parents weekend.

But he met them as Bitty’s friend and teammate, not his /boyfriend/.

And it was just his parents, not his ENTIRE! FAMILY!

You see, mama and coach decided to spend the holidays in Paris as an anniversary gift to one another, which meant Bitty was stuck in Samwell for the Holidays, that was until his sweet as can be boyfriend invited him to spend the break with him in Buffalo.

“It will be your first Chanukah!” Adam had smiled so brightly that Bitty couldn’t help but agree.

It was only now, as they pulled into the driveway of Holsters childhood home, that it hit Bitty what this visit meant.

He’d seen Meet The Fockers enough times to know how badly this could go.

And he really wanted this to go well. He loves Adam, he wants his family to love him.

The Burkholtz residence was quite the picture, with an 8ft tall menorah in the front yard and lights shaped like Dreidels hanging from the roof.

Adam rubbed the back of his neck and sheepishly laughed, “yeah my dad was sick of being the only house not lit up during the holidays so he went on a Home Depot trip and supped up the house. He’s very proud of it.”

Bitty giggled, “I love it! It’s beautiful!”

“Please tell him that, he may love you forever.”

Bitty laughed around the nervous lump in his throat and followed Adam up to the door. Holster took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but before his fist could collide with the wood, it opened, and a woman a little shorter and rounder than Bitty with bright Auburn hair nearly tears the door off its hinges.

“My schmoopie!!!!! Oh look it’s my big man!!” The woman shouts and engulfs Adam in a hug.

“Hi mom” he grins and hugs her back.

She pulls away and looks at Bitty, “Oh and you must be Eric!!”

Bitty reaches out a hand for her to shake, but it is completely ignored and he is pulled into an equally fierce hug.

“It’s so wonderful to have you! My Adam has told me all about you!”

Bitty grins as he is pulled away from the hug, “oh has he now? Good things I hope! Nice to meet you Mrs Birkholtz!”

“Mrs Birkholtz is my mother in law, please call me Debbie.”

“Well thanks for having me Debbie.” Eric smiles politely.

“Are you kidding me! My son tells me the love of his life is put out on the holidays you think I’m not going to feed him? When you are in this house, you’re family!” She exclaims, “speaking of which get on inside! You must be freezing your little tushes off!”

Bitty then meets Adam’s dad Daniel, who looks like how Bitty imagines Holster will in 30 years, his little sisters Sarah and Hannah, and his Bubby Ruth, who reminds Bitty a lot of his Moomah.

They proceed to grill him, asking intrusive questions with the nicest smiles on their faces. Debbie tells Bitty funny baby Adam stories and Bubby Ruth breaks out baby pictures from her pocketbook.

All in all its nice and easy with the Birkholtzes. Bitty is pretty sure Debbie is mentally planning his wedding.

It’s a lot of firsts that night, the first night of Chanukah, Bitty’s first bowl of matzoh ball soup and first plate of latkes. He plays his first game of dreidel with Sarah and Hannah and he watches his first Menorah lighting.

As Bubby Ruth sings the prayer and Debbie lights the first candle, Adam leans over to whisper into Bitty’s ear, “it’s about miracles. People think Chanukah is just Jewish Christmas but it’s a festival. It celebrates a time when people tried to snuff out the light but it just wouldn’t go out.”

Bitty’s eyes widen and he listens to Bubby Ruth sing the prayer. He doesn’t understand the Hebrew, but he thinks it’s wonderful.

“That’s beautiful.” Bitty whispers back. Adam smiles and rests his chin on Eric’s shoulder, watching the flickering lights of the candle.

Later, when they’re watching the Rugrats Chanukah special, Hannah pops up off the couch and pronounces that “ITS PRESENT TIME!!!”

Daniel laughs and the entirety of the Birkholtzes scramble to their respective present hiding spots to retrieve their gifts.

Daniel gets Debbie a pair of earrings, Debbie gets Daniel a tie.

Bubby Ruth gives all of her grandchildren a crisp $5 each and a wet kiss on the cheek.

Holster gives his sisters each a new video game and they give him a 30 Rock tshirt.

Holster turns to Bitty and hands him a wrapped box.

He seems nervous, and that takes Bitty by surprise. If his boyfriend is one thing, it wasn’t shy.

Bitty looks up at him and then over his shoulder where Bubby Ruth had just sent him a wink.

He opens the box and finds a heavy binder with the title ‘Birkoltz Family Recipes’

Flipping through the pages Bitty finds they are filled with laminated copies of handwritten recipes dating back generations.

He is speechless, so Adam speaks for him.

“I got some help from my Bubby, I know you are always looking for some new recipes and things to try, and she helped me dig through some recipe boxes to find the best ones. There is a secret Birkholtz mandel bread recipe that I had to beg a few aunts to give up, but it was worth it.”

Bitty is near tears as he thumbs through the pages.

“Adam.” Bitty says trying to compose himself because he is determined not to cry in front of his boyfriends family. “Sweetheart this is the best gift I have ever received.” He sets the book down gently and kisses Holster on the cheek before engulfing him in a hug.

“Aww, Danny look at them they are so sweet! His little punim, my heart!” Debbie says behind them.

Once they part Bitty digs his present out and hands it to Holster with a look that says 'you’ll get more later’

Holster takes the small velvet box and his heart starts pounding.

Opening it, Adam shrieks.

“Two tickets to Wicked?????” Bitty laughs as Holster jumps up from the couch, “Orchestra seats???” He shouts. Adam picks up Eric and spins him around.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever!” He laughs setting Bitty down.

“Hey!” Eric teases, “that’s my line!”

anonymous asked:

Can you write AgeGap!Everlark? :*





There’s a quiet knock on my bedroom door.

“Katniss, Peeta’s in the living room… he said he needs to talk to you.” Prim’s voice comes out muffled, like it’s been shoved through a sock, but the innocence there makes me roll onto my back with a groan.

Fuck Peeta. Of course he sent Prim to do his dirty work, rather than just fetch me himself, because he knows I have a soft spot for her. I used to have a soft spot reserved only for him, too, but over the past week it’s hardened to stainless steel.

But how else was I supposed to act around him? I naïvely bestow my long-guarded virginity on him, only to have him tell me the next morning that he can’t be with me like that anymore, and I’m expected to shrug it off like he’s announced we’re changing soap brands?

Hell. No.

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Imagine being in a relationship with Sonny Carisi

Imagine being in a relationship with Sonny Carisi

“Well look whose finally up.” Sonny smirked as you made your way from the bedroom to the kitchen.

He was standing by the stove-top, shirtless and only his underwear. He was cooking breakfast and like every Saturday he’d woken up before you. You responded to him by letting out a yawn and sitting down heavily on the your kitchens island counter chair.

“Well good morning to you too.” he chuckled as he continued to swish what you could only assume was scrambled eggs.

You lay your forehead dramatically on the counter, to empathies how tried you were that Saturday morning. You had to contain your own laughter as you listened to him laugh at you as he continued to finish breakfast for the both of you. Well you assume, it was for the both of you.

“Who knew a seven year old birthday party could make you so tried” he commented, trying to illicit and actual response this time.

“Three hours of disney soundtracks.” you shuddered, finally lifting your head up, to look at him.

“I thought you liked disney movies?” he questioned, suspicious.

“Yeah, but not with additional backing track of thirty seven year olds screaming.” you corrected.

Right after work yesterday, Friday, you went to Staten Island to help Sonny’s sister with Sonny’s niece’s birthday party. It started at five finished at 7:30 but you didn’t get back until ten and even then you were completely wiped out still from the disney princess festivities. Sonny hadn’t come as he was ‘busy’ which was strange for him. Suffice to say you were suspicious and rightfully so.

“You know why they invited you don’t they?” he asked, referring to his sisters.

“To show me the joys of the motherhood, oh yeah.” you nodded, taking a sip of the fresh cup of coffee he slide over to you, “Thanks.”

“It’s the least I could do for my wife especially after she dealt with my sisters for more than any human should.” he smiled, as he watched over you.

“You know I love your sisters.” you reminded, “I just wish they didn’t expect me to be already be three months pregnant because we’ve been married for three months.”

“Actually,” he interrupted, leaning down and pulling out a plate, “It’s been four months, as of today. Happy Four month wedding anniversary.”

Holding the plate with one hand and turning the gas off his eggs with the other. Dropping the pan he came round to you with the plate and sat it down in front of you. It was your favourite. Chocolate chip waffles. As he put it down, you put one arm around his was it and pulled him close. You were still sitting down and he was standing beside you.

“Sonny,” you whined, resting your chin on his bar chest and looking up at him  “I hate when you do this. You make me feel bad for not remembering. I don’t ever do anything for you.”

“Y/N, it’s okay.” he reassured, putting his arm around you.”You always remember the important ones. This is just me, trying to show you how much I love you.”

“Why do you have to be like that all the time?” you huffed.

“So perfect.” you spat as if it was a bad thing.

“Is that really the problem?” he questioned, using the counter to lean down so his face was level was with yours, “ Or is the real problem that you feel like you’re losing in this whole relationship and you don’t like losing.”

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People I don’t want to see at my funeral

My so-called happy family. My mom who knew about my sexual harassment pain when I was young and yelled at me for being the victim. There are cold-blooded phrases she kept telling me over the last 21 years, one particularly shine-bright: “If you make me embarrassed in front of people, I will do the same thing to you”. My dad who saw me being mentally and physically abused by my mom for countless times but said nothing to prevent. My sister who had never done anything except being an excellent role model of ignoring mom. Don’t organise a funeral for me just because we are supposed to be a family. It’s too much compared to the amount of love and life time we have shared together. 

My rich relatives. Who always show off their privilege to the world and reminded me of how much money my family owed them to make this study abroad life happen. Who stopped wishing me a happy birthday since grade 8 which means we had nothing else to talk about. Please if we barely contact each other, don’t show up and grieve for me. 

Friends who left me without saying a single word, those who never tried to hold on the shaking thread, ones who had no patience with your damaged fellow. Don’t turn your head back and waste more time here.  

People who took advantage of me. 3 years or 3 months there is no difference. You gave me hope and then thrusted me down the toilet. You come here to put on a mask? White pigeons will see through your hearts and land their shits on your heads. 

People who have shown no respect. Then why come?

And for those who stay until the very end. You don’t have to attend such a diplomatic ceremony, you know me. I hate birthday parties. I hate gathering more than two people in a date. Grieve for me if you must, then move on.


4 months ago I was at my grandmom’s funeral. I hate how irrelevant people showed up such as my dad’s business partner, my aunt’s employees. They never met my grandmom for a day, let alone truly feel sorry for her passing. Funeral is so unnecessary for me. 

anonymous asked:

do you like atike sultan for me she is my love /hate character she's opened to a new level mihirmah love she reminds me of young mihirmah sultan (teen)

Atike really open new level, which even Mihrimah could not imagine…it’s the level of narcissism, blind love and the lack of compassion, understanding, support. Yeah, maybe her love for Silahtar can be attributed to her very young age…but it was until Gevherhan’s death. I honestly thought that her sister’s death will affect on Atike and change her for the better. As it turned out, even it can’t fix trash person.


toonlady  asked:

Donald Duck's entire existence is shaped so heavily on Scrooge and because of the ups and downs of Scrooge's character I believe that his feelings regarding Scrooge are never black and white. "I love my uncle Scrooge BUT...." I love Scrooge as a character but often his impact on Donald makes me sad.

Agreed!  It’s like loving Scrooge has to come with conditions.  Especially with the way Scrooge has grown in the time Donald has really gotten to know him, which would just make it more conflicted.  I think this would go both ways too, Scrooge has a lot of “I love my nephew Donald BUT….” to him for a myriad of reasons.  He’s lazy, he’s temperamental, he’s a spendthrift…

He reminds Scrooge of everything he lost when his sisters left…

But he also helped Scrooge regain a family again, and brought not only himself but the triplets into his life.  And of course, he considers Donald the richer of the two of them, because he has a family that loves him.  So there’s a lot of conflict there, too.

This is why I’m SO excited for the DuckTales reboot.  We’ll finally get to see some real interaction between Scrooge and Donald in animation.  We got a taste of it back in the original DuckTales and I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely ready for more.

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This idea wont leave me alone and I dont think I can write it very well myself- Derek and Stiles are at some sort of convention (though not together, since they dont know each other) and they go to the same place to eat and since they're alone and the place is packed they end up sitting at the same table. Turns out one of them is 'secretly' the person they'd been there to see (like a panel-hoster or something?)

“What are you here for?” a guy next to Derek asks.

Derek looks up and the man is kind of beautiful in thick rimmed glasses and a beanie, wearing a plaid shirt over t-shirt and he is just really adorable. Derek is stunned for a second before he remembers he has to talk. “Came here to see the panel about diversity writing,” Derek answers. “You?”

“Same!” the man says excitedly with a smile. “Glad there will be other people there besides me!”

“So far you got one,” Derek laughs. 

“I’m also here for the panels on Vampire Diaries and Reign but don’t tell anyone, okay?” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“My lips are sealed,” Derek tells him.

The man looks at Derek’s lips, his eyes staying there a little too long before his eyes blink and flick back up to Derek’s. “Sorry. You’re just…insanely gorgeous. I can’t be blamed here.”

“Yes, you can,” Derek snorts.

“Very true,” the man says, holding up a hand in apology. “Fully my fault. I’m very sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Derek nods. “But only this time.”

The man nods and smiles. “So what are you most looking forward to the panel?”

“I don’t know,” Derek sighs even though he knows exactly what he’s looking forward to. “I love all the writers that are speaking.”

“Yeah?” the man smiles widely. “I’m a huge fan of Boyd and Reyes. Their works are amazing.”

“Stilinski as well,” Derek adds because he has to.

The man laughs. “Almost forgot about him. I’m so happy there’s a whole panel about diversity and they’re actually including diverse writers. The last time I saw this panel, it was a bunch of white, straight men, so this year they amped it up a bit. Could be better, but I think it’ll be a good talk.”

“I’m really looking forward to it. All these writers have changed my life in some way,” Derek admits with a smile.

“Even Stilinski?” the man asks like he is genuinely surprised.

“Especially Stilinski.”

The man opens his mouth to say something but then looks down at his watch. “I’ve gotta run, but maybe I’ll see you at the panel?”

“Hopefully,” Derek says because he is very interested in this man, who then waves and runs from the table like he really is in a hurry.

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Absent Father Figure

REQUEST: For @grandmasnewdog “Hello! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where sister!winchester sees a little girl and the little girls dad at the park and it reminds her how she doesn’t have a dad so she’s really upset and can it have Sam and Dean fluff?”



I loved writing this! You were my first request which means this will always be super special to a sentimental sap like me. Thank you so much for requesting it! I love writing family fluff.

You were sitting at a park on the swings. It was getting later, the sun starting to set, so most of the kids were leaving or gone. You just wanted a few moments to yourself after a long hunt and the park wasn’t too far from the hotel. The back and forth motion of the swing was mildly mind numbing. 

Your eyes grazed over the field and playground in front of you. A small girl ran across the woodchipped covered playground. She was no older than 3. Then with no obvious reason, the tiny girl was on the ground. You held your breath, ready to jump down if something seemed seriously wrong. Within moments a tall man with matching hair color ran over.

He squatted down to her level, embracing the small girl in a large hug before looking at the injury on the tiny girl’s knee. The tiny girl was obviously distressed by the injury. The father clearly wasn’t. He placed a quick kiss on the knee and then his hands flashed out tickling the tiny girl. The peals of laughter echoed across the play yard. 

You watched as she got lead away, holding hands with her dad as they walked off, all the bad little moments forgotten. He was so patient with her, and you replayed that initial hug over and over again. He cared so much. 

Were you—jealous? You deserved a lot of things. You deserved to not have to fight demons and other things every day. You deserved to get paid for what you did. You deserved a shower that wasn’t in a shifty motel. You deserved a shopping spree. You deserved a hot, home cooked meal. But most of all you deserved a dad. And it wasn’t fair that you couldn’t have one.

You walked home and threw yourself on the motel bed, face first into the pillows. Sam looked over from where he was reading on the other bed. “Something wrong Y/N?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” You mumbled into the pillows on the bed.  

Sam made a noise like he was about to argue with your decision to not speak and then thought better of it.  You could hear the clicking sound of him texting before he went back to reading.

Fifteen minutes later Dean barged in, his arms filled with food that quickly permeated the room with the salty, greasy smell. “Dinner is served. I got some burgers, and a salad for the rabbit. And then I got some ice cream, Chunky Monkey, Y/N’s favorite, and a movie. Its not that chick flick you are always going on about, but its Batman. Everyone likes Batman.” 

A smile crept up onto your face as he passed you your food and a pint of your favorite ice cream. He threw the movie into the TV and sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He didn’t say anything as you guys ate, once you had finished eating and relaxed into the pillows he spoke up. 

“Do you want to talk about what was bothering you?” He said without taking his eyes off of the screen.

You sighed. “I know its stupid now.” 

Dean gave a scoff and turned to look at you. “If it was upsetting you, its not stupid. Try us.”  

You paused for a moment before mumbling out. “I was upset that we really didn’t get a dad.” You spoke up before Dean could interject into the defense of your father “I mean I know we had one, and he did the best he could. It just wasn’t the normal apple pie life, and sometimes that sucks. But that doesn’t matter. I got you guys, and you are way better than anything ever.” 

“Love you, Y/N” Sam piped up

“We really do love you, kiddo.” Dean ruffled your hair. 

You scrunched up your nose and smoothed back down your hair. “I love you guys too.”

You fell asleep before the movie ended, but you fell asleep knowing you were the luckiest sister in the world.

I would like to compose a list of all my favorite things so far in FFXV:

-When Gladiolus calls Ignis Iggy
-Ignis’s British accent
-From the back it looks like Prompto is wearing a skirt cuz of that flannel thingy
-That dog Umbra
-That white dog that I don’t know the name of yet
-The cat that you feed the fish to
-I can put a shirt on Gladiolus so I don’t have to see… that
-I can remove Ignis’s jacket
-When Noctis moves out of his seat in the car and sits on the trunk
-Driving really fast then slamming on the breaks and watching everyone get whiplash
-Ignis’s glasses
-Ignis snapping his fingers after choosing a meal
-The fact that Ignis cooks
-Gladiolus’s seemingly extreme care for his sister
-Every time Noctis reminds me of Sasuke
-When you walk up to Dave his dog barks
-Prompto’s love of chocobo
-Prompto humming the victory music
-Prompto singing about wanting to ride a chocobo
-Prompto’s comment about his hair not looking like a chocobo (which it does)
-Prompto’s enthusiasm about photography
-My son Prompto
-P R O M P T O

“Give Me Love”

Pair :Jensen x Reader

Warning : cursing, and light cheating.

REQUEST: If you have time, could you write something where the reader is Daneel’s younger sister (by like 3 years). And so one night reader’s drunk and Jensen tries to help her, but somehow they end up in bed together? You can decide the rest :) And can it be like reality (somehow) so JJ is born and everything? Oh, one last thing, will you make it out of the readers pov? Thanks, there aren’t enough Jensen one shots out there! Though the past one’s you’ve written are awesome!

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I envied my sister more than anything. She has a beautiful daughter that is nothing but sweet and hilarious, and a husband who loves her so much, it’s ridiculous.
And here I am, alone. With no family of my own.

Which made me dread the days she would come and visit, just another reminder of what I don’t have.

“Did you hear me?” Danneel muttered, snapping me back to reality.

“What? Yeah. Sure.” I hesitated.

“Ok, well what should we do?” She exhaled, resting her head in her hand.

“About what?”

“About dad’s birthday. It’s next week.” She tilted her head to the side. “Remember?”

“Oh yea.” I lied. “I don’t know, we can just throw him a surprise party I guess.”

Her lips curved up into a smile and she nodded. “That is perfect.”

“What sounds perfect?” Jensen groaned, with JJ on his side.

“We are going to throw dad a surprise party!” She squealed. “I got to go though, I need to run to the store real quick. And I have to call mom.” She pressed her lips to jensens and waved.

Jensen looked directly at me, letting out a long sigh.

“Beer?” He asked. I nodded and watched him put JJ down.

“Hey bug.” I smiled, as she walked over to me. Her eyes glistening and a smile plastered on her face.

“Hi auntie y/n.” She shoved a toy in my face. “Daddy got me a Barbie!”

“Oh wow! That’s so cool! I have something that your Barbie would love!” I yelped. I walked over to my closet, JJ following behind. I pulled out an old doll house I use to play with when I was her age. Something I haven’t seen in such a long time.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

“Can I have it!” She pleaded, locking her eyes on the house.

“Of course bug! It’s all for you.”

She ran and wrapped her tiny arms around my legs, squeezing as tight as she can.
“I love you auntie y/n.”

“I love you too.”

Jensen walked in with two beers in his hand. Handing me one, he took a swig of his and pointed down at the house.

“What’s that?” He muttered.

“It’s my barbies house! Auntie y/n got it for me.” She smiled.

His eyes met mine. “You had that all this time?” He smirked.

“Yeah, just in case I had a daughter.” I smiled down at JJ. “But I guess my favorite niece can have it.”

“I bet you play with it from time to time huh?” He teased.

I shook my head as we both chuckled. “Shut up mister ‘I pretend for a living’” I cackled.

“Hey! Don’t be jealous because I’m a bad ass.” He shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep from laughing. “Ok Whatever you say.”

This is what I loved about my relationship with jensen. We were completely comfortable and always made each other laugh.

He was my best friend. Even when he was away, we would text almost everyday. Have inside jokes and make fun of each other’s selfies. It was natural.

But I always had to remind myself that he was my sisters husband. Nothing could ever come from this.


Everything was a blur. My mind was hazy as the alcohol streamed through my blood.

Usually, I’d never drink this much, but today was my best friends birthday, and let’s just say, we had a pretty crazy night.

And here I am, stumbling across the grass, trying to walk to my front door.

“Shit.” I muttered to myself as I dropped the keys, falling to my knees.

The door creaked open and a soft groan echoed around.

“Y/N?” I shot my eyes up, meeting Jensens.

Damn why does he have to be extremely attractive? And incredibly amazing?

Every time he was around me, he made my stomach flutter and my heart race, and-

Wait a minute, what am I saying?!
He’s my sisters husband for god sake.

“Are you ok?” He reached his hand out toward me, gently pulling me up.

I began to laugh for a reason I had no idea. As I propped up on my feet, I felt my legs give in and my body about to fall. Arms wrapped around my waist, holding me still.

“Woah there. Looks like someone had a lot of fun tonight.” He chuckled, tossing my arm over his shoulder, his hand never leaving my hip.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” We began walking inside the house, the tv quietly playing in the background.

It was peaceful, but my mind was far too gone to acknowledge anything.

“You’re great you know that? Just awesome. You’re awesome.” I slurred my words, pointing my finger into his chest.

“Shh Danneel and JJ are both sleeping in the guest room.” He whispered, practically carrying me.

I put my finger to his mouth and chuckled.
“Shhh you’re being loud!” I hiccuped.

He shook his head. “My bad” he mouthed.

Walking to my room felt like it was forever. Though I was pretty out of it, I couldn’t help but think of just how amazing Jensen is for helping me.

His hands gripped on to me, pulling me up and holding me tight. Small grunts escaped his lips as I would gently run my hand over his chest.

We finally made our way to my room. Jensen walked me over to my bed, and helped me take off my shoes.

“Why are you so good to me?” I asked, staring straight into his eyes.

“Uh, because you’re important to me. You’re family.” He chuckled.

Jensen stood up, and let out a soft sigh. “Just go to sleep. Ok?”

I looked down at my outfit and belted out into laughter. “I can’t sleep in these dirty clothes silly!”

I began taking off my shirt, exposing my bra.

“Uh y/n-what are-I should g-uh.” He stuttered.

As I started to unbutton my pants, jensens hand covered mine, squeezing as he cleared his throat.

“How about you wait until I get out.” He smiled.

Damn I could stare at that smile all day if I could. He was just so handsome. And beyond the closest guy friend I have ever had.

“Shut up Jensen, you’re an actor! It’s not like you’ve never seen a girl in her underwear before!” I croaked, pushing his hands away.

He took a step back as I propped up and wiggled my way out of my jeans.

His eyes averted down to my body, biting his lower lip.

“I got to go.” He muttered turning away.

“W-what?” I stammered.

He stopped in his steps, taking in a deep breath.

“Can you pass me my shirt on my dresser? Then you can go. I’m sure you’re tired.” I mumbled, fighting to keep my eyes open.

“Yea, sure.” Jensen tossed the shirt over to me.

He watched me as I struggled to put it on. Both of my arms popping out in the same hole. Jensen laughed, shaking his head.
“Here let me help you.”

He took the shirt and directed my arms into the right places, pulling the shirt down.

“Thank you.” I muttered.

“No problem.”

My mind was beginning to sober up just a little. Enough for me to grasp on to the situation.

“Why are you still awake anyways? It’s late.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at his feet.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” He exhaled.

Make sure I was ok? Why? What was I to him? Nothing more than just his wife’s sister. Right?

“Anyways, you should go to sleep. I’ll get you some water.”

He walked over to me, making my heart race. My head was spinning and quickly felt my legs give in once again.

Jensen tried to catch me, but I only pulled him down. Luckily we fell on my bed, so no one was hurt.

My laughter filled the air as we laid there helplessly.

His eyes shot up to mine, looking at me quizzically. Which made me stop as my breath hitch to the back of my throat.

What was he staring at?

He was right on top of me, my hands clutching on to his shoulders. His eyes lingered. But why?

Within that moment, I felt his lips on mine. One hand gripped on to my waist as the other cupped my cheek.

His lips became in sync with mine, as our tongues danced along each other. Pulling me in closer, moans quietly escaping his lips, as if he yearned for this.

Man, he tasted so good. Was this really happening? Was I kissing this guy? My sisters husband. The guy I always looked up to and respected.

How did this happen?

There was a faint cry, making us both snap our heads to the door.


Jensen rolled over, running his hands over his face. Mumbling something I couldn’t quite understand.

“I’m so sorry.” He finally let out. Before I could say anything, he walked out of my room. Leaving me alone to my thoughts.

What the hell just happened?