Okay, guys, we need to talk...

It seems that many don’t remember what Palette’s personality is like and I feel that they have been misinterpreting it…

Don’t worry, it’s just to freshen up a bit heh

I will say some key points about him:

• Palette is an energetic and cheerful child, who likes to joke

• He is self-confident and mischievous, so he sometimes gets into troubles

• He gets bored easily, which causes him to annoy others

• He likes to help others although sometimes his methods don’t end well, since he doesn’t think much to do it

• He is someone who will always have a smile for everyone and is happy meeting people

• He is innocent in many things, but neither is he ignorant of them, he is only a child who interprets them differently

umm…I think that’s all

Oh, and he do all that with the most innocence possible

And with everything else I have to say, he will do as any child would, he is child after all


On the other hand, I also want to speak as interpreted when interacting with PJ:

I’ve seen that make him nervous, shy? And even stammering; As we have read, Palette would not behave in front of him. Yes, he does have some respect, but getting nervous in front of him…. I doubt it; he would speak directly and confidently as he would with anyone


Well, I just wanted to make those things clear so that there are no confusions about his personality

I don’t know how to finish this well because I forgot it, so I’ll leave it like this


This one was a request! and asks are still open. boy i sound desperate heh. okay sorry to the story 

“Niffler, Niffler, NIFFLER!”

Newt was searching his entire suitcase for his niffler. He noticed the nifflers absence as he was making his daily rounds. The last time he lost his niffler, though it lead him to you, caused quite a problem. You could hear newt calling for the niffler from his suitcase. He seemed to get more and more frustrated. You go down into the case and find a very frustrated Newt pacing back and forth. 

“Newt sweetie, maybe you should have some tea, you seem quite stressed” You rub his shoulders as he looks up at you gratefully. 

“Thanks love, but i better go find the niffler, you remember how much trouble he can get into. He gets up and grabs his coat and gets out of his case. 

Sighing you begin to tidy up his shed. He tends to forget his about his own life when he’s down here. Finn climbs up on your shoulder and plays with your hair, out of all the Bowtruckles Finn became the most attached to you. 

Apparently attachment issues is a common trait of Bowtruckles. Satisfied with your work you left the case. Queenie and Tina had allowed you and Newt to stay in their spare room and you decided to clean up the apartment as a sign of gratitude. While cleaning the bedroom, you hear a jingling sound coming from a drawer, curious, you open it and jump back in surprise. 

The sneaky little niffler was sitting in the drawer stuffing his pouch with your jewels. You carefully grab him by the feet and begin to shake the jewelry out of him. Tickling his stomach too. Sitting him on the bed you begin to scold him. 

“Now what you did was very bad, you gave Newt such a stressful time. Don’t. go. Running. Off. again!” 

The niffler gives you an apologetic look and nuzzles up to your hand. Suddenly you hear the door slam. 

“I can’t seem to find the niffler Anywhere” picking up the niffler and putting it behind your back you stand up and open the bedroom door. Newt walks in and dramatically falls face down on the bed. 

“Oh y/n what am i to do” you carefully plop the niffler on his head suppressing a giggle. “Well, i don’t think that’s your hand love” he reaches up and feels something furry. 

Shooting up he takes the niffler off his head and breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank merlin, you’re still here! You can’t go running away like that” 

He hugs the niffler and takes him back to his case. Before he steps in he runs up to you and kisses you. 

“And thank you too y/n, for finding him”  

“Of course love, it’s my pleasure”

Im probably going to do a sad one soon. I love fluff but i want to try some sad ones too. 


Teddy Lupin liked to wonder around school grounds when it was late at night. In his third year his godfather had given him a family heirloom that many of his peers would kill to get their hands on. Harry had made him swear he would never tell anyone because if Minerva McGonagall found out that Cloak was in her school again, she would have Harry’s head on a silver tray, served at the next Halloween feast. 

Teddy knew he had a tendency to get in trouble but he was very good at getting out of them, too. Now that he was a Prefect, he actually could wander around the castle late at night without being disrupted but he was bored. He had been everywhere in the castle, knew every way in and out, knew each hidden room thanks to Uncle George and his godfather, now he wanted to go outside and get a closer look at the Forbidden Forest, he had this feeling inside him for the past month that he had to go there. He wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest ever since Harry told him about how his father and his parents ran around the forest on full moons. He had been to Shrieking Shack in his fourth year after Harry told him how to get in there, there were claw marks everywhere and old piano and a broken bed but it was his father’s home during full moons  and Teddy went there when he missed his parents more than usual, especially on full moons when his headache came to a point he would feel like his head would explode.

It was a few days before the full moon and Teddy had patrol that night, he planned to sneak out of the school after his patrol was done and wander around the Forbidden Forest for a change. He had tucked the Invisibility Cloak under his robes as he walked the same route he always did. First around the Hufflepuff common room, then to the kitchens to have some chocolate, next Slytherin dungeons and then Gryffindor common room, finally Ravenclaw tower. 

After he looked around to see if there was anyone around or if there was any of the pictures awake Teddy pulled the Cloak around himself and vanished instantly, he realised he was getting a little bit too tall for the Cloak but he would rather crawl on the floor than give the Cloak back to Harry simply because he didn’t fit. 

Teddy loved Hogwarts during spring, the weather was a bit chilly at night but he didn’t mind, perks of being the son of a werewolf was that he was warm whatever he did. Teddy slowly walked by Hagrid’s hut which still had it’s lights on, he was probably still trying to contain the Nifflers that got loose earlier that day when a Gryffindor girl ignored Hagrid’s warnings and kept her necklace on.


Teddy turned around to see who was calling his name, it was a whimper but it was most definitely his name.


It was coming from the Forest so Teddy not so slowly walked into the darkness. There were small beacons of moonlight that found their way in through leaves but other than that it was pretty gloomy. 


It was clearer now, it was like it came from the ground. Teddy looked down and took the Cloak off as he reached for a stone that shined a little bit brighter than others. Teddy put the stone in his right hands palm in examined it, turned it around, checked from each perspective but couldn’t find anything peculiar about it, he turned the stone once more and the stone brightened before it started letting out something what looked like grey smoke.


Teddy knew that voice, he had heard it before when McGonagall showed him memories of his father in the Pensieve and he slowly lifted his gaze back up from the storm.


Remus Lupin was standing right in front of Teddy with a smile and right next to him stood a woman with pink hair who he knew was Nymphdora Tonks, what else could explain his blue hair.


“Wotcher, Teddy?” said his mother grinning widely, Teddy knew her from Harry’s memories and Mrs. Weasley’s long talks about her. She looked better then everything he had heard.

“I– How?” asked Teddy as he stared at his parents for the first time in his life.

“That stone you are holding is the Resurrection Stone, Harry had dropped it during the Battle of Hogwarts,” explained Remus as he stared at his son like he would disappear any moment. “I’m sure he told you about that.”

“Yes he did,” replied Teddy, thinking about how Harry told him what his dad said to him before Harry dropped the stone, he had made him tell that story maybe ten times and watched the memory countless times. “So you are real? I am not imagining you?”

“No, love, we are very real,” replied his mother as her hair turned a vivid blue, he ran his hand through his own blue hair and grinned at her.

“Thanks for this,” he said as he walked a little bit closer to them. “So, um, how are you?”

Teddy had so much he wanted to ask but he didn’t have the words for it and after he asked how they were he felt stupid, it was an unnecessary question to ask since they didn’t have much to do.

“Forget about how we are doing, you are a Prefect now!” chanted Tonks, her pride could be heard clearly. “And, you are a Hufflepuff!”

Teddy and Remus both laughed softly at her excitement, he could see that he got his dad’s smile and body but his mum’s everything else.

“Um, dad, I was torn between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff but the Sorting Hat–”

“What are you talking about? Hufflepuffs are amazing, they are smarter than most Gryffindors are for sure,” interrupted Remus a warm smile on his face and then he turned to Tonks. “I’m starting to think Andy puts something in the water.”

Both of them laughed and Teddy couldn’t help but feel like someone just stabbed him in the heart, this was what he had been missing his all life, this was what he would have had if they survived. Sure he loved the Potters and the Weasleys but this was his real family and he couldn’t help but want them back.

“What’s wrong, Teddy?” asked his mum pulling him from the trance he was in.

“What– I–?”

“You play with your rings, our rings, when you feel down,” explained Remus. Teddy did not see that coming, how did they know he wore their rings? “We have been watching you Teddy, we are here with you even though you can’t see us buddy, we are always here.”

Remus was pointing at Teddy’s heart, of course they were there but he wanted more, having them in their heart was one thing, talking to them and joking with them was another.

“It is not the same,” objected Teddy barely whispering, he could feel his eyes watering and his hair changing colour as they always did when he was sad. “It’s just not.”

“Teddy your hair–”

“Yeah it turns black when I’m sad, I have no idea why.”

But his mum was laughing uncontrollably and his dad was just staring at him in awe.

“What’s so funny?” babbled Teddy angrily, “Why is she laughing?”. Black wasn’t that weird or funny considering the hair colours he usually chose.

“It’s just that black hair and the Black genes you have, you reminded us of someone we know,” replied Remus still not tearing his eyes away.

“Someone we know?!” yelled Tonks in between her laughing. “Sirius is going to kill you once more for that.”

“What do you want me to tell him?”

“You look like Sirius Black, darling, Remus’ soul mate and first love,” stated his mum, without a trace of jealousy on her face.

“Harry’s godfather? Oh I kind of figured that out from all those memories Minnie showed me,” said Teddy nonchalantly, his father looked relieved. 

He never cared for what they did or what they were, Teddy always cared about the fact that they were his parents and they were perfect. He remembered how fondly Harry talked about Sirius and if his father never got over him, well that wasn’t really a problem because he didn’t have to, just like Teddy would never get over the absence of their parents. He could see that his father loved his mother, he knew that death was never expected and shit happened, he knew better than most. The fact that he loved Harry referring to him as his eldest didn’t mean that he forgot his actual parents, he would never do that.

This was what Teddy wanted, to talk to his parents about stupid stuff and laugh with them, ask for their advice every now and then. He didn’t understand how Harry left the stone here and didn’t keep it, just to talk to all the people he had lost. He was going to hold on to the stone, he didn’t have to be as brave as Harry was, he could talk to his parents every now and then when he needed to. As he was thinking this through Remus opened his mouth like he had read Teddy’s mind.

“Teddy, you need to promise me you’ll leave that stone here or give it to Minerva,” pointed out, he suddenly looked very serious.

“What’s so wrong if I want to talk to you every know and then?” protested Teddy. “All the other kids get their chances to talk with their parents, why not me?”

“Because it is dangerous Teddy,” said his mum with a worried voice. “You are a smart boy, you have heard about this stone before, you know the story. We may be real, you may now be talking to us but you can’t waste your time talking to the dead.”

“Don’t say that,” begged Teddy, the reminder was like a shot in the head. 

“We listen to you, when you want to talk to us, just because you can’t see us doesn’t mean that–”

“Yes it does,”  he interrupted his dad, feeling his anger rise in him. “Every damn full moon I shut everyone out and try to sleep through a head ache. I like my meat almost raw just like Uncle Bill does. My hair changes colours, my face becomes whatever I want it to be. Everyday bloody day is a reminder that I am your child without even meeting you.”

“Do you know what it feels like when Mrs. Weasley talks about you or McGonagall compares me to you? I can’t say anything because I don’t know you. Out of all the people in the world who got to meet you, only your son didn’t. People tell things, people know your shells. I don’t have Sirius, James or Lily to tell me about the real you, dad, without the bloody wall you put up against other people. Grandpa didn’t know you like they did, he tried and I am thankful but he is aware that all he has is you as a son and not as a Marauder. At least I know how mum was raised and have some of her in me but you, I need to get to know you.”

“Not like this Teddy, I’m sorry,” apologised Remus as he tilted his head to the side, he could see their resemblance each time he moved. The long limbs, the way they both wore their hearts on their sleeves only if they wanted to, he was so painfully Remus Lupin’s son that he hated it, he almost hated that he reminded everyone who his father was, how much it must hurt them, too. “You know why we did what we did, we wanted you to have the best future you can have, we never really meant for you to grow up without us and you should know that it hurts us as much as it hurts you.”

“You are not aware that we didn’t get to meet you either, love. When we want for you to give the Stone back, we are making a hard decision ourselves, too.”

“You really can’t control if I keep the Stone or not,” challenged Teddy.

“We can’t control if you keep it or not but we can control how we are and if it means that you’ll let the Stone go, that’s exactly what we will do,” said his mum, looking nothing like her usual cheerful self. Teddy never knew that she had it in her and he felt a little scared.

“I may give it to Minnie, I can’t promise anything.”

“Teddy!” scolded Remus. “Also, don’t call your Professor Minnie”

“Oh, so it’s alright when Sirius does and I can’t do it?” complained Teddy as he couldn’t help but laugh, he never had anyone tell him off for calling her that. “Next, you are going to tell me to stay out of trouble.”

“Why yes, I am,” said Remus as he furrowed his brows. “You really should be careful, I don’t know what Harry was thinking giving you that Cloak.”

You planned pranks for the Marauders and you tell me to stay away from trouble. Remus I-was-a-prefect-but-who-cares Lupin tells me to stay away from trouble. Mum, do something.”

Teddy hadn’t realised up until now that his mother was doubled over laughing at them and they just stared at her as she tried to catch her breath.

“Do whatever you want, love, don’t listen to him,” joked Tonks as she smiled widely.

“You really should go back to the castle buddy, Forest is never safe at this time,” said Remus warily.


“The longer we take to go away, the worse,” added his mum. 

“You are a strong boy Teddy, you can do this, go make us proud and don’t forget, we are always with you,” said Remus, his eyes stuck on Teddy’s face.

“We love you so much and don’t you ever forget that,” reminded his mum, he had never seen her cry before and he felt like he never felt anything more painful than seeing her like that.

“I love you, too,” whispered Teddy as he fought the tears trying to escape his eyes. He gave the stone a one last squeeze before he put it in his pocket. He slowly walked up to the castle and just as he made his way to the Hufflepuff common room, it was too late to pull the Cloak over him now.

“Mr. Lu–” 

McGonagall was staring at him like she had seen a ghost. 

“Where were you?” she demanded as calmly as she could but Teddy could swear her eyes were filled with tears.

“Um, in the forest,” said Teddy as he reached for the stone, deciding if he should give it to her or not. “I was talking to my parents, Professor”


Teddy held out the stone for Minerva to take, she took it immediately and examined it. The one thing his parents asked him to do, he just couldn’t say no.

“I’m sure you heard about it ma’am, the Resurrection Stone. My dad made me promise I would give it to you.”

“Have you seen yourself, Mr. Lupin?” asked McGonagall softly as she pushed Teddy to somewhere he could see himself.

His blue hair was gone now, he had visible locks of blondish hair and amber eyes that burned like fire, he looked so much like his dad, he thought he turned the Stone without realising.

“I know you miss them Mr. Lupin but I wish I could explain to you how much you are like them without even realising,” said McGonagall, she was smiling at Teddy with warm eyes. “Now off to bed and visit me tomorrow after your patrol Mr. Lupin, I have something to show you.”

Teddy nodded and went back to his dorm thinking about how the time will pass until it was 10 o’clock tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

One where Asahina is the biggest Naeigiri shipper in the whole fucking world, and Mitarai is just not realising how much trouble he is going to get too only by walking with this three.

A/N we all know that this is canon

Shipper and Bystander - asahina is a naegiri shipper and mitarai is reluctantly with her

Mitarai should have felt safety in numbers and yet…

“Aww, just look at them! Aren’t they the cutest together?” Asahina practically cooed.

And yet, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed instead.

At first he honestly was relieved to have regrouped with the other two. Although their circumstances were still dangerous, at least he had felt safer with more people around. And these two were trustworthy enough if not reliable. However, to say that they had regrouped may have been pushing it. Despite walking together, the group had naturally split into pairs.

Or rather, a couple and a pair of onlookers.

Naegi and Kirigiri fell into step almost naturally as they led the group. Mitarai would have followed their pace as well if only Asahina hadn’t roughly pulled him back. He questioned her about it but she quickly hushed him with an excuse of letting those two have some space. He’s not quite sure what to make of the nature of the relationship of those two but he knew what Asahina’s stand was. She made it vocally clear.

“Um, is the live commentary really necessary?” He asked her in an exasperated tone. Despite the two ahead of them walking in companionable silence, Asahina on the other hand found it her job to describe the underlying context of that acceptable silence.

“What?” She looked at him incredulously. “Don’t tell me that you don’t ship this.”

Mitarai blinked. Did she just say what he thought she said? “Excuse me?”

“This. As in this ship.” She proudly gestured at the supposed couple before them. “This OTP Naegiri.”

He could only stare at her dumbfounded. He has never heard those words used to address actual people rather than those in anime. He’s even more surprised that she even has a name for them. And on that note, “Do they know that you gave them a ship name?”

“I think they do? Or at least Kyouko does.” She answered and crossed her arms in thought. “I’m pretty sure she knows. Nothing gets past her.” She tilted her head as she then remembered. “That or I may have told her before.”

“You told her?” He stared at her skeptically. “And how did she react?”

“I can’t remember. Like I said, I’m not really sure if it’s one or the other.” She then casually waved him off. “Well she hasn’t told me anything against it so it should be fine.”

“You have her approval??” He felt his jaw almost fall off. This was ridiculous and yet oddly enough, he found it believable at the same time. “But what about Naegi?”

“Naegi’s a bit slow when it comes to this so he might not know about the ship name.” She shrugged and then as if a switch had been flipped, she leaned forward and excitedly explained, “But that’s just what makes this ship sail smoother! His pure innocence compliments her no-nonsense attitude! And the way that she just lets her guard down only for him! Kyaah! I live for those moments!” She squealed in delight.

Mitarai let out another sigh. There she was again. He knew, no, he understood that when it came to shipping, there was just no end to the discussion. He dragged a hand over his face tiredly and muttered, “This is going to be one long hour.”

Asahina continued to fangirl over Naegiri as Ryota begrudgingly listened all throughout.

Just little Yan An things that kill me
  • His soft shy lil sMILE ;u;
  • He’s so smol and awkward most of the time bless him
  • But sometimes he’s borderline savage HAHA
  • He’s literally the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen omg 
  • The fact that he comes across as a small child that you MUST PROTECT
  • HE ACTUALLY SAID HE WAS 7 YEARS OLD ONCE it’s canon he’s a small child ok
  • Annyeong chingudeul~
  • (The fact that he was responsible for like the first Pentagon meme omg I’m a proud mom)
  • The way he shakes his head to get his hair out of his face
  • Major innocent vibes omg    
  • When he has troubles speaking Korean
  • The fact that he’s always a beat behind what everyone else is doing
  • His soft beautiful singing voice
  • The way he mumbles when he talks
  • When the other members don’t understand him and he just keeps getting gradually smaller and quieter… :(
  • Looking proud of himself when he manages to tease someone
  • H e i g h t
  • When he gets excited <33
  • Y E O Y A N no really guys yeoyan will cause my death 
  • “Now you can never go to China”
  • When he’s performing and he suddenly looks fierce??? i DIE
  • Thug Yan An™ 
  • When they ask him to speak in Chinese and then he won’t shut up bless
  • *licks lips*
  • That time Dawn bought a dancing rabbit and he was trying to imitate it
  • He’s SCARED OF RIDES protect him
  • *stares into camera like he’s on The Office* 
  • “I’m going to run an errand for my hyungs but I need to stop and eat stuff… Uh oh what was I doing”
  • His English is actually really good?! 
  • always ready to fight
  • “edit this out”
  • The little half shy half amused face he gets when the members touch him >///<
  • Legs longer than my lifespan’s gonna be at this point thanx to him

#yoonjin #SO CUTE #guess who is going to be coming down with a minor ailment (something not too horrible and embarrassing vereeeeery soon) #maybe some minor allergies #trouble sleeping #maybe he needs some vitamins #i don’t know i’d think of something anything and i know yoongi will too #adorable adorable adorable #bts fanfic rec #bangtan ruins lives

(this is what happens when @fuckmybiaslist’s tags are so funny, they inspire me to write something. sequel to Caramel Macchiato)

Sure enough, Yoongi has to ask Jimin to cover for one of his night shifts again, not because Jimin teased Yoongi again over his little crush, but because Yoongi actually caught a cold. In Yoongi’s defense, he had to juggle senior year of college with a part-time job and a music hobby, so he doesn’t get to sleep much. (He won’t ever admit that the few hours of sleep he does try to get are somehow occupied by ridiculously sappy thoughts of a particular cute pharmacist.)

So, with an enormous grey scarf wrapped around half of his face as a makeshift mask, a thick black coat (“you look like a walking garbage bag”, Hoseok, his roommate, said through a laughing fit, and Yoongi didn’t hesitate to throw a pillow right at his face) and a matching grey beanie, Yoongi makes a walk of shame to the nearest pharmacy for some cold medicine. And, yes, as fate would have it, it’s the very same pharmacy where the very cute Kim Seokjin happens to work.

“Hi, how may I- oh. Um. Hi there.” Seokjin says upon seeing Yoongi in his disheveled, black-and-grey-cocoon state. “You’re from the coffee shop nearby, right? Everything okay?”

Yoongi pulls his beanie further over his ears to hide the fact that they’re probably turning red, and not just because of the cold. “Uh, yeah. Caught a cold, s’all.”

Seokjin tsks as he shuffles over to a shelf. “Well, I warned you, didn’t I. Finals?”

Yoongi nods, then remembers Seokjin has his back facing him, so he adds, “Yeah. And, you know, the job. At, uh, the coffee shop.“

"Oh, right. Here you go,” Seokjin says as he turns around, setting a small box of medicine down on the counter. “Remember to take these twice a day: one in the morning and one at night. And by the way-” is that Yoongi’s cold getting affecting his eyesight, or is Seokjin blushing - “that caramel macchiato you made last time? One of the best coffees I’ve ever had.”

At those words, Yoongi feels warm all over. “Oh, um, thanks.  Well, speaking of coffee-” Yoongi coughs, and his hands are balled into fists as he forces the words out, “Do you wanna grab one sometime?”

Seokjin’s mouth forms a small “o”, and it takes all of Yoongi’s willpower not to scream at the adorable sight. “What, you mean for me to drop by at the café again? I mean, yeah, sure, since I was planning to go back there later today anyways.”

Yoongi really wants to bang his head against the counter, but he spares himself from any further physical pain. He opts for squeezing his eyes shut instead. “No, uh, I mean, onadate?”

“What? Your scarf-”

Yoongi yanks his scarf down and yells (but his throat’s sore, so it really comes out as a croak), “Will you go out with me?!”

There’s a stunned silence, and Yoongi’s starting to regret leaving the house, or maybe being born. Then, the silence breaks as the store fills with laughter. Yoongi thinks he’s never heard anything more splendid in his life. “Goodness, you’re so cute. Sure! But shouldn’t I know the name of the person asking me out first?”

“Uh, Y-Yoongi. Min Yoongi,” he says, taking the opportunity while he’s sniffling to cover the stupid smile on his face with his scarf. “I’ll meet you here then? When I’m better, I mean.”

Seokjin continues to giggle. “Of course, when you’re better. See you then, Yoongi-sshi?” Yoongi gives a curt nod and promptly darts out the door.

“Wait! Yoongi-sshi, your medicine!”

Needless to say, when Yoongi arrives home (with his medicine, luckily) and shares the story with his roommate, Hoseok doubles over in laughter.

“Oh my god… what did you say his laughter sounded like again?”

“Dude, I’m serious. It was like… auditory rainbows.”

“Good God, Yoongi, I think you’re delirious from that cold of yours. Since when were you this cheesy?!”

Yoongi simply shrugs, smiling to himself as he looks at his bag of cold medicine.

true intimacy is shaving your dude’s ballsac. 

real trust is him letting you do it. 

he was white-knuckling it the entire time tho. 

cause i kept saying ‘oops’  a couple times on purpose just to fuck with him. 

it wasn’t something alfie wanted to do and he would likely get in trouble for it, but he was sick of watching the savior taunt alexandrians, especially kids. maybe if he explained why he had done it, he wouldn’t get in trouble for it. either way, sam knocked the savior out without thought, sending the kids away and telling them to go to their homes. 

oh my god we were hanging out w my bff’s roommate’s friend (the friend is white) and all of us were swiping thru tinder together just having a good ol time

he had been saying some troubling things like that he didnt like “tight curls” (read: black curls) and that he would “let it slide” if someone had a confederate flag if they were cute and that he was an actual masc4masc type and i was like Hmm.

but then he had swiped left on this super cute guy and my bff was like um?? why?? and the guy straight up just said, with no shame, “im not into black guys.”


then he was like “n-no its not racist.. its just my preference… i just prefer white people! i dunno how to explain…” and i was like “well, you have two choices! you can say you dont like them for their personalities, which means youre generalizing, which makes you racist, or you can say you dont like their hair and skin color, which makes you racist.”

he got real quiet after that n kept saying “everyones mad at me…” 

my other friend (the roommate) was trying to like, console him i guess and was like “im not mad at u!” and i was just like “i am (:” 

white people are just… so….

Like Father, Like Son

From this request: can you do one where the reader is Tony’s son but he’s a genius and is constantly hacking into shield and gets caught and gets in trouble with fury and he basically spends the whole day trying to get the other avengers to hide him cause fury is scary af



Fury had been upping the security in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s file system—made you work half an hour longer than usual. But you’d still managed to break through.

It’s not like you were looking for anything in particular. You weren’t wanting to steal information. Hell, this time, you weren’t even wanting to add information (like the program that made All I Want For Christmas Is You play every time someone flushed the toilet). No, today you were simply testing your skills, trying to keep yourself from getting rusty.

It was hard to get rusty when your dad was Tony Stark. You’d been raised on computer programs and tech intel since you were three. You were nowhere near as smart as your dad (yet), but you still had a knack for things like he did.


Apparently, Fury wasn’t only increasing security—he was increasing the amount of time he spent watching carefully to make sure it wasn’t breached.

“Where is he?! Where is Stark jr?!”

You quickly grabbed your phone from the desk and scurried down the hall.


“What are you doing?”

You looked up, finding Clint standing next to you. “Um… admiring the view?”

“Hiding from Fury? Again?”


Clint nodded. He dropped to the floor, sliding his legs over the edge of the catwalk, resting his arms on the railing, mimicking you. “Thought I was the only one who knew about this spot.”

“You were. Until about two weeks ago.”

“What happened two weeks ago?”

“I found you hiding up here on the security cameras.”

Clint looked up, noting the small red blinking happening across the room. “Is that the day you hacked in and redirected all the cameras so they were facing walls instead of hallways and rooms?”

“No, that was the day I added little animated birds to all the feeds. Anytime anyone was on screen, birds flew around them.”

“Is that some sort of joke?”

You laughed. “Only if you want it to be, birdbrain.”

At that moment, Clint’s phone rang. He answered on the second ring.

“Yeah? What? No, I haven’t seen Y/N today. Why?” Clint looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. You quickly got to your feet and fled the scene.


You crept down the hall, hoping that Fury was nowhere near.

Your heart nearly stopped when an arm grabbed you, pulling you into an empty room.

“What did you do this time?”

You looked at Natasha. “Nothing. I swear.”

“If you didn’t do anything, Fury wouldn’t be looking for you.”

“Okay, so maybe I hacked through his firewalls. But honestly, it’s his fault. If he didn’t make them so weak…”


“Hey, he should be looking at it that I’m helping him. Now that he knows they’re breachable, he should take better precautions.”

Natasha sighed. “You truly are your father’s son.”

You flashed her a smile, one that many people had told you was a winning one, just like your father’s. “Does that mean you’ll help me out, just like you help my dad out?”

Natasha stared at you for a few moments. “Go,” she finally said, nodding to the hall. “Fury will be here in two minutes. If you’re lucky, I’ll tell him you went the other way.”

“Thanks, Nat!”


You found your way to the lab where your dad and Bruce spent most of their time. True to form, they were in there, tinkering with different things. They both looked up when you entered.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Bruce asked.

“Hiding from Fury,” JARVIS’ voice said over the speaker.

“Hush,” you said, looking up as if to find a person to scold.

“What’d you do this time?” your father asked, barely glancing up from his latest suit.

“Hacked the firewalls.”


“Can’t help it.”

“How long?”

“Forty-five minutes.”

Your father finally looked up, a slight smirk on his face. “Sounds like you’re getting rusty, champ.”

“Fury’s getting better.”

“Really?” Your father was truly surprised.

You shrugged. “Better. Not impenetrable. But it’s about damn time.”

“Couldn’t’ve said it better myself.”

“You shouldn’t encourage him so much, Tony,” Bruce said.

“How can I say ‘no’ to that face?”

15 of 18

“Please hurry,” Eddie gulped as someone tried to grope him.

“What’s wrong?” Rory yelled into the phone sensing Eddie was in trouble. He could hear the anxiety in Eddie’s voice something at a level he hadn’t reached since the whole Amber fiasco.

“This isn’t a good place,” Eddie said trying to keep his breathing even despite his racing heart “I’m scared.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Rory told him putting everything he had to sound confident and reassuring. He left their room thankful he had left Hannah at daycare to play with her new friend. He thought about requesting the resorts vehicle reserved for guests for short errands but vetoed that idea upon the hostile glare he received from the guy at the front desk. If this was his place he’d get rid of that guy. His sour looks would drive away business. Unless it was just him but how could it? He didn’t even know the guy.

He ran out the lobby doors to the queue of waiting taxi’s. Getting into one he told the driver the name of the bar. The man hesitated before putting the vehicle into gear and merging with traffic. Curious Rory asked “what’s wrong with this place? I was told it was a good local bar” he lied to see what the guys reaction would be.

The driver looked at him through the rear view mirror “it’s a bad place,” was all the man would tell him. Sitting back in his seat alone with his thoughts he could feel his stomach churning. If it weren’t for him Eddie would never have run off on his own. “Please hurry” he told the driver as he watched the passing scenery.

Eddie had been reluctant to disconnect his call with Rory but knew it was inevitable. He was relieved that his husband was on his way to him. He didn’t know how long it would take Rory to get there but there was no way he was going back inside that bar. He shivered imagining the bartender and the waitress watching him. The argument seemed so stupid and childish now.

You know what I loved about last night’s YOI episode?

How utterly happy everyone is about the news (fake or not, they didn’t know yet) of Viktor and Yuuri getting married!

Like, Phichit?

He’s the main shipper. Look how he drags even passerby’s in:

And the people around them?

And what about Chris?

Minako and Mari are like “And you thought to buy him a ring to thank him?!” But most of all can we talk about Otabek?!

Look at his face! Look at him clapping! He’s told to be this Grand Prix’s Dark Horse. He’s probably rarely ever met Yuuri before, maybe Viktor some times, yet look at him! In the pictures he looks far less serious-happy than he does in the anime, but I swear it made me so happy!

Yurio, poor kid, just realized he’s doomed: his parents are getting official. I honestly have troubles deciphering the scene he made to Viktor later, but I hope we’ll get a better explanation in the next episodes; we know it makes him a bit mad to see Viktor and Yuuri together, but it still doesn’t seem to be because they’re two men.

They. Are. All. So. Genuinely. Happy. For. Viktor. And. Yuuri. And. I. Feel. Blessed.


 “Yo.” The sound of slaughter is in the background as his foot lightly taps the ground, a continent of soldiers and one he assumed was in charge was in the side lines, safe and snug as a bug. Though they are undoubtedly all humans, he has little trouble approaching them as he was sidetrack at his own slaughter of the strange beings he had met prior to meeting these people. Blood stuck on his the bottom of his jeans and his black shirt was barely ripped. Claws were sheathed again. “Mind telling me what these things are?” He says unconcerned about the guns suddenly pointed his way.  He jabs a finger in the direction of the slaughter. 

anonymous asked:

aw sunny, never knew you liked the weeknd! i used to see him all the time at his old job, he used to work in a clothing store! he's a really sad guy though, i think he suffers heavily with depression which is obvious. but i know people have been recently saying he's trying to get himself together, hence why he broke it off with bella, she wasn't helping apparently. they're still cool though. he's troubled but a sweetie.

Awwwww man thanks for sharing honey💔 God bless his soul.Thats sad
McDougald Terrace Residents Say the Cop Who Killed Frank Clark Has Terrorized Them for Years
Officer Charles Barkley shot and killed Clark on November 22, under disputed circumstances
By Ken Fine

A Dodge Charger circles the block, slow-rolling past the weathered brick buildings and trampled-down green spaces nestled inside the Durham Housing Authority’s McDougald Terrace project.  Tinted windows prevent local residents from making out the driver, but they don’t need to see his face to know his identity.  Neither the vehicle nor the man are strangers here.  But both strike fear in the hearts of children and convicted felons alike.  As soon as they spot one or the other, they run.

“He lookin’ for trouble.  He always lookin’ for trouble,” says a woman in her fifties, who has lived in McDougald for “longer than I’d care to talk about."  "He scares them.  Good Lord, he scares me — and I’m an old lady.”

So when Master Officer Charles S. Barkley was officially identified as the Durham police officer who fatally shot thirty-four-year-old Frank “Scooter Bug” Clark November 22, none of the two dozen-plus McDougald residents interviewed for this story was surprised.  Many already knew because they’d witnessed the incident.  Others, a twenty-six-year-old man told the INDY, “just know Barkley."  (Both Clark and Barkley are African American.)

"I mean, this is a cop who has terrorized this community for years.  It’s always a shakedown,” the man said.  “You can’t find me one person on this block who got a decent thing to say about him — you know, unless they lying ‘cause they scared.”

Jasmine Lloyd, the mother of Clark’s child, put it more bluntly.  “I’ve been holding this in my heart since I was twelve years old,” she said during a press conference last week.  “Barkley needs to go.  Something’s got to give.  He’s dirty.”

That Barkley is, in fact, dirty has not yet been proven.  But twenty-five residents of McDougald and Rochelle Manor — another low-income apartment complex Barkley patrols — interviewed by the INDY since Clark died say they had run-ins with him that they deemed less than professional.  Eleven women each said, in separate interviews, that Barkley referred to them as “bitch."  And on more than one occasion, they accused him of using excessive force.

In 2006, Barkley allegedly used a flashlight to break up a fight between two teenage girls outside of Jordan High School, an incident that left a fifteen-year-old with a fractured skull.  And those who gathered at McDougald last Wednesday afternoon for a press conference — a legal team from the Southern Coalition for Social Justice, a nonprofit that advocates for communities of color and the economically disadvantaged, joined grieving family members, friends, activists, and neighbors to demand justice for Clark — detailed a "history with these officers,” including a 2014 incident in which Barkley and the other two officers involved in Clark’s death, M.D. Southerland and C.Q. Goss, arrested three people in the Bentwood community “after tasing and beating three generations of one family.”

When asked at a news conference to comment on the officers’ records, police chief C.J. Davis offered no details about previous complaints or the 2014 incident.  And when pressed by the INDY about why Barkley felt the need to fire at Clark, she declined to comment, citing an “ongoing investigation."  The DPD declined to make Barkley available for an interview.

But Ian Mance, one of the attorneys who represented the Alston family after the Bentwood incident, says the police "injected themselves into a situation that didn’t require police at all.”

“When it was all said and done, they had knocked Mrs. [Sheila] Alston off of her feet — a sixty-one-year-old woman — they had tased her fourteen-year-old grandson, and they had also tased the child’s father,” he says.  “And after they had done all this, they realized how bad this looked, and so they huddled together and decided to bring criminal charges against all three members of the family.”

Those charges were later dismissed, and the officers became the subjects of an internal investigation.  Southerland was disciplined, but the details of his punishment were never disclosed.  Barkley and Goss were cleared, a result Mance blames on the DPD’s refusal to rely on eyewitness testimony from neighbors who watched the incident unfold.

“We have had many conversations with the city of Durham, specifically the Durham Police Department, about these very officers, and we stated in no uncertain terms a year and a half ago that we believed these officers represented a threat to this community,” Mance says.  “I feel that in this case, our institutions failed us.  These officers had no business being on the street after what happened to the Alston family.”

But the coalition’s words fell on deaf ears, Mance says.

Just what happened after Barkley, Goss, and Southerland arrived at McDougald Terrace two days before Thanksgiving is still under investigation by the State Bureau of Investigation.

But multiple residents who say they were eyewitnesses tell the INDY that Clark was shot in the back of the head as he fled.  That version of events appears to better align with two photographs of the scene and of Clark obtained by the INDY than the DPD’s initial report on the shooting.  The first photograph shows shell casings from the officer’s gun located on the ground some twenty feet from where Clark fell; the latter appears to show a bullet wound to the top left of the back of Clark’s head.

The DPD declined to comment for this story.  The city’s report, meanwhile — which Davis acknowledged Friday was “based upon initial supplemental reports from supervisors and officers who responded to the incident” and 911 calls — does not contain testimony from the officers involved.

It does, however, say that Southerland “saw a man near Building 60 [of McDougald Terrace] and got out of his patrol car to speak with him.”   During the conversation, that man, Clark, “reached for his waistband and a struggle ensued."  During the purported struggle, "the officers heard a shot, Officer Southerland fell to the ground and Master Officer Barkley fired his duty weapon in response.”

McDougald residents call that story a fabrication.  More than a dozen agreed that Clark was not holding or pointing a gun when he fled from the officers; instead, they say, Southerland fell down, and Barkley started shooting.  Dave Hall, an attorney from the Southern Coalition for Social Justice, says the report contained “spotty and inconsistent facts” and omitted the answers to critical questions.

“This report is very minimal on actual facts,” he said during last week’s news conference.  “What we have in the actual report is roughly two lines of substance"— essentially, the deceased’s name, the location and time of the incident, and the identities of the officers involved.

He called on the DPD to conduct gunshot residue tests on Clark, his clothing, and the officers.  He asked that DNA tests be conducted on the loaded gun police say they found near the victim’s body.  And he demanded that an inquiry be made into past allegations of excessive force against Barkley, Southerland, and Goss, and that those findings be released to the public.

The SBI has told city officials that it has no timeline for the completion of its investigation.  But city council members Jillian Johnson, Steve Schewel, and Charlie Reece have emailed city manager Tom Bonfield seeking answers, with Johnson saying that she was "struggling to understand why these officers were still employed by the Durham Police Department” after the 2014 incident with the Alston family.

She also speculated that “these officers aren’t the only ones with these sorts of histories.”

“I feel really concerned that there are people who have these track records of excessive force who haven’t been removed from the police department for whatever reason,” Johnson told the INDY Monday night.

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