why was he elected

meeting evan hansen in creative writing headcanons

requested// ‘perhaps hc of evan x reader where they meet in a creative writing class and kind of hit it off subtly through their writing assignments?’

author’s note// KINDA obsessed with this request hella yeah sorry it took so long lol


tw; anxietitty as always with my bb evan

  • okay, so evan is kinda a writer, it isn’t like a hobby, but sometimes when he gets bored, he would write
  • so he did creative writing as an elective cause why the hell not, right?
  • so when he sees you, being all gorgeous and shit, sitting there, writing in your journal
  • he gets all flustered, not able to even breathe basically because holy hell you were cute
  • he somehow managed to force himself to sit next to you, but you were pretty shy too so like, you didn’t say anything
  • but evan was hella cute and you were hella nervous
  • it was an act of complete and utter god! that your teacher paired you two up for the first getting to know you project thing, probably because she was like
  • aw two cute anxiety ridden teenagers let me pair them up
  • anyways, the assignment was like, write a short paragraph about the vibes your partner gives off from the way they answer these questions, some were rather simple like favorite flavor of ice cream, others were how do you feel about the idea of love n stuff
  • his answers were so fucking cute
  • he thought yours were
  • your short stories were cute as hell, like honestly the teacher read them out loud, not saying names, because you both talked as if the other person had put the stars in the sky themselves 
  • he had said how you reminded him of clouds, quiet and beautiful, every move they make causing a ripple of change that causes the sky to be even more breath taking 
  • you said that the way his nose crinkled when he smiled reminded you of the crinkle of fresh washed clothes as you slid them on feeling warm and fuzzy
  • it was like you were both already in love it was great??
  • and the teacher kept paring you guys together like all the time,, like even if it was just for discussion time 
  • you were amazing together, every single time
  • but one day he was like “you’rereallygreatandireallylikeyou.” 
  • like all in one breath
  • and you were like “awesome great, i like you too.” 
  • that was that
  • you were like, basically dating for a while? and you would like go to cute cafe’s and read to one another and write and all that cute shit
  • that cute poetry/writing couple man im ded 
  • but when you were like “let’s be official” he was like 
  • “okay.”
  • you were both so? calm with one another? 
  • and you were the only other people who could calm the other, it was super sweet like he could have a panic attack and he’d just hear your voice and it was like everything was gonna be okay
  • anyways, cute literature couple, i’m dead, plz

author’s note// HEY sorry it sucked, also the next one will take a while cause, it’s like a super long imagine just saying ok thank!!

Not on Your Life (Sherlock x Reader)

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

“Come now Sherlock. You aren’t presently occupied. Besides, we both know I’ve better things to do,” Mycroft reasoned.

“Fine,” Sherlock huffed. “But don’t get the idea that it’s to help you. It’s just a convenient way to further my research is all.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, brother dear.” Mycroft gave his tight-lipped smile. “Just get it done.”

“Mr. Holmes…” Both brothers turned toward the new voice. In the doorway was a new assistant Sherlock hadn’t seen before. His eyes quickly skimmed over your appearance. Like all of Mycroft’s previous assistants you were in black designer clothing. Except unlike the others, your high heels were reflective gold and probably cost more than the entire flat you were standing in. Your makeup was pristine and meticulously done along with your waved hair. Everything on you was designer from head to toe, including the phone you held out in front of you. “Apologies, I meant Mr. Mycroft Holmes.”

“Is it who I think it is?” he asked turning to you.

“Afraid so,” you replied with a slight smile. He rolled his eyes before taking the phone from your hand and stepping downstairs. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms, awaiting the elder brother’s return.

“You’re new,” Sherlock stated. He stood in front of you and you had to look up to meet his gaze.

“Just to you,” you replied.

“I’ve always wondered where Mycroft found all is assistants. The real mystery though is where they go once he’s done with them.”

“An island in the middle of the Atlantic,” you replied nonchalantly. “But that’s only if you don’t do well. It’s part of the job orientation. They make you sail past it so you know what awaits you if your late too many times.” Sherlock gave the slightest hint of a laugh.

“You’re an interesting one,” Sherlock began. “Very highly educated for being so young. Fluent in 3 languages, not including English. Physically fit, charismatic, and a natural leader. Your skills are wasted as an assistant.”

“You’re really keen on me being an assistant, aren’t you?” you smirked. Sherlock squinted at you.

“Of course, you are what else would you be?” You smiled innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” you asked.

“You know who I am,” he said, not a bit amused.

“Oh, someone’s confident,” you laughed. “I feel like I might have seen you before. Maybe in the lonely hearts section of the newspaper. Or the side of a milk carton.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he huffed. “And if you’ve seen me in the newspaper it would be on the front cover.”

“Oh that’s right I’ve heard that name,” you said. “I never really looked at you in the pictures. I was too distracted by the other man your always with. The cute blonde one,” you said with a smirk. “Is he here? I’d love a chance to get to know him.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you. He wanted to be annoyed with you but he couldn’t deny that your snarky attitude was refreshing compared to the other dull people he usually conversed with. He still didn’t like it though. Or more accurately, he didn’t like that he liked it.

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

“Your brother elects to call me Apollo,” you answered.

“Why would he do that?” Sherlock said confused.

“Because when you join Mycroft Holmes’s team you become so important you get a code name,” you replied smiling. “And because I’m a sun god.”

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“That’s all I’m going to tell you,” you smiled.

“Anyway you’d tell me more?” You shrugged.

“Anything’s possible I suppose.”

“What if I took you to dinner?” You laughed.

“Please,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t afford me, sweetheart.”

“Aah,” Sherlock drawled. “High maintenance are you?”

“Oh you wouldn’t believe,” you said with an exaggerated hair flip. Before Sherlock could press you for  more information Mycroft returned. He handed you the phone and turned his attention back to Sherlock.

“You’ve got three days, Sherlock. Three,” he emphasized.

“I’ll do it in one,” he said smugly. He looked at you and you rolled your eyes. Mycroft looked between you and Sherlock and eyes lit up with realization. He turned back to his brother.

“Like I said, just get it done.” He gave a forced smiled and made his way downstairs with you following close behind. When you got to the landing you stopped and turned back. Sherlock got excited, hoping for your name, your number or… something. He smiled smugly and expectantly.

“Do tell that John I said hi,” you smiled. “And if he has the time he can reach me through Mycroft.” Sherlock’s face fell and you laughed before turning to rejoin his brother. He went to the window and watched as his brother held the door open for you, something he’d never seen him do for anyone. You must be more than an assistant. Or maybe just Mycroft’s new project.


Sherlock recounted the event later that evening with John.

“Wish I had been there,” he said. “I quite enjoy watching people give you a hard time.”

“She was inquiring about you,” Sherlock said. John sat up straighter and leaned forward a bit.

“Did she?”

“She did,” Sherlock said irritated. “Though I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”

“Well what did she say?” John asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“She said she’d like to get to know you. And if you had time, you can reach her though Mycroft.” John laughed and bit his thumb with a boyish smile.


“Yes really,” Sherlock said annoyed.

“Is she pretty?” John asked.

“Do you remember Anthea?”

“Oh yeah,” John said with a grin.

“Anthea’s hideous compared to her.”

John scrambled out of his chair and rushed into the kitchen to grab he phone. He quickly punched in some numbers before grabbing his coat.

“Mycroft? Yeah it’s John… I was just talking to Sherlock…”

Sherlock didn’t get to hear how the rest of the conversation went because before he knew it John was out the door hailing a cab. He huffed and grabbed his violin. But before he could play a note his phone vibrated. It was a text from Mycroft. All it said was “: )”. Sherlock threw the phone against the wall.

anonymous asked:

The sejou third years but with pretend babies that are mechanical and stuff. You know how they do it for health classes. How do you think it goes?

It goes terribly. absolutely catastrophic… for Oikawa
The poor guy tries his best - he’s changed his baby’s diaper, fed it, tried to rock it to sleep for two hours straight, but the baby just does NOT stop crying

Iwaizumi finds it completely hilarious (”finally Oikawa! something you suck at”)
Unlike the other, he does fairly well with his mechanical child. He always knows exactly what it needs and is quick to stop its cries
when Oikawa asks how he’s so good at handling his baby, Iwaizumi simply tells him he’s had years of experience from being best friends with one

Hanamaki and Matsukawa are absolute pros
No one knows how they do it, but the two handle it like its second nature
Oikawa accuses them of tampering with the babies, but the moment he touches one they start crying

Matsuhana talk to their babies like they’re the real deal and literally have zero shame coo-ing and gushing over how cute their children are
They’ve already decided that their babies are going to grow up together, attend the same schools, and eventually fall in love (blatant winks at Oikawa and Iwaizumi)
They carry their babies around with them everywhere, strapping them to their chests using their jackets as a harness.

Matsuhana keep their babies away from Oikawa because he’s just a bad baby omen and they don’t want their kids to be tainted by his “poisonous touch”

hula-hoopist  asked:

(If you have the time) you should do a book rec list!!

$Definitely!! I’m just going to include the ones that I’ve read that have resonated with me personally, so please feel free to message me for specific recs (Scifi, romance, wlw, etc) and i’ll look into making a more refined list for you.  Reading is truly such a positive outlet, regardless of age, and I really hope there is something on here for everyone to love as much as I did.

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz.  Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be. 

This book is so important.  It follows two Mexican-America boys, through the 80s in Texas, and at the very heart of all of it, is a love so pure and intense, it made me genuinely choke up with how intimate it was. (Try not to fall in love with Dante, I dare you, you will fail, just as hard as Ari)

Girl Mans Up  by M-E Gerard. All Pen wants is to be the kind of girl she’s always been. So why does everyone have a problem with it? They think the way she looks and acts means she’s trying to be a boy—that she should quit trying to be something she’s not. If she dresses like a girl, and does what her folks want, it will show respect. If she takes orders and does what her friend Colby wants, it will show her loyalty.But respect and loyalty, Pen discovers, are empty words. Old-world parents, disintegrating friendships, and strong feelings for other girls drive Pen to see the truth—that in order to be who she truly wants to be, she’ll have to man up.

Girl Mans Up is such a great book about gender identity for queer girls.  Pen is amazing narrator, and having it in the first person perspective is perfect for seeing just how frustrating it is to be a girl that doesn’t fit the gender role she’s expected to. (She also has a girlfriend who she stays with in the entire book and they have a wonderful relationship, no one dies 10/10)

Whatever: or how junior year became totally f$@ked by S.J. Goslee @pantstomatchJunior year is about to start. Here’s what Mike Tate knows:His friends are awesome and their crappy garage band is a great excuse to drink cheap beer. Rook Wallace is the devil. The Lemonheads rock. And his girlfriend Lisa is the coolest. Then Lisa breaks up with him, which makes Mike only a little sad, because they’ll stay friends and he never knew what to do with her boobs anyway. But when Mike finds out why Lisa dumped him, it blows his mind. And worse―he gets elected to homecoming court.With a standout voice, a hilariously honest view on sex and sexuality, and enough f-bombs to make your mom blush, S.J. Goslee’s debut YA novel Whatever. is a fresh, modern take on the coming-out story.

I’m honestly 100% certain there isn’t a summary that could do Whatever justice. I read this book because another librarian I work with suggested it to me, and I haven’t laughed out loud so much at a book since the Georgia Nicholson Diaries.  Mike is a bisexual teen who frequently doesn’t shower and hangs out with the most endearing group of straight boys you could possibly conjure up.  This book also has incredibly refreshing male/female friendships and the sweetest sibling relationship between Mike and his eccentric little sister, Rosie.

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who’s ever been chosen.That’s what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he’s probably right.Half the time, Simon can’t even make his wand work, and the other half, he starts something on fire. His mentor’s avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there’s a magic-eating monster running around, wearing Simon’s face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here–it’s their last year at the Watford School of Magicks, and Simon’s infuriating nemesis didn’t even bother to show up.

It’s Harry Potter but funnier and Harry and Draco end up together!! Actually, it’s Simon and Baz, but honestly it’s what all of our thirteen year old selves were starved for, like junkies of fanfiction.net, just looking for a fix.  I’m always a little hesitant of YA romance novels with vampires (For good reason, I think we’re all a little jaded still), but Baz is my Favorite Vampire™.  He’s funny and sarcastic and moody and just a little bit lonely, the poor thing. 

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater @maggie-stiefvaterEvery year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue never sees them–until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks to her.His name is Gansey, a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble.But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can’t entirely explain. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul whose emotions range from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher who notices many things but says very little.For as long as she can remember, Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die. She doesn’t believe in true love, and never thought this would be a problem. But as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore

This sort of sounds like a lovey dovey romance novel right? It’s not. There’s magic, and psychics, and dead Welsh Kings (this medieval lit major was shook), and the most fleshed out characters I’ve read in a series in about 8,000 years. I didn’t think I could fall in love with a group of spoiled prep school boys, and neither does the main character Blue, but here she is with her four husbands. 

Timekeeper by Tara Sim. In an alternate Victorian world controlled by clock towers, a damaged clock can fracture time–and a destroyed one can stop it completely. It’s a truth that seventeen-year-old clock mechanic Danny Hart knows all too well; his father has been trapped in a Stopped town east of London for three years. Though Danny is a prodigy who can repair not only clockwork, but the very fabric of time, his fixation with staging a rescue is quickly becoming a concern to his superiors. And so they assign him to Enfield, a town where the tower seems to be forever plagued with problems. Danny’s new apprentice both annoys and intrigues him, and though the boy is eager to work, he maintains a secretive distance. Danny soon discovers why: he is the tower’s clock spirit, a mythical being that oversees Enfield’s time. Though the boys are drawn together by their loneliness, Danny knows falling in love with a clock spirit is forbidden, and means risking everything he’s fought to achieve.
But when a series of bombings at nearby towers threaten to Stop more cities, Danny must race to prevent Enfield from becoming the next target or he’ll not only lose his father, but the boy he loves, forever.

I didn’t think steampunk was my thing, but I see maybe I was wrong.  Or maybe I just really love this one particular steampunk book.  Danny is so full of moxie and sarcasm and nervous sweating and tea it’s easy to see why Colton falls for him.  This book also tends to tackle really heavy subjects without you realizing its done just that.  


Quirks: The idiosyncrasies of DBK

U.S triple Grenade Pouch 

Otherwise known “No, that is not Dylan’s half-arsed job of tying his boot lace”  Hopefully this post will help dispel the untied boot laces misinformation (though sometimes admittedly cute) that is still working the perpetuated Tumblr rumor circuit ;) 

From a distance in photos and video, some have automatically assumed that Dylan was just a lazy ass  on 4/20 and didn’t bother to lace his combat boot’s all the way up his shin so that the boot appears to be dangling all flappy-loose as he lumbers about. But nope.  While Dyl made not have given a shit about much as he’d be dead within the hour, it was more of a matter of one of a few of his uniform malfunctions than carelessness.  The reality here is that his right shin/ankle in question looks messed up because he has his U.S. army green triple grenade pouch sketchily attached to it

The U.S. Triple Grenade pouch was used from the end of World War II until the 70’s. It is meant to carry six grenades total so is cumbersome no matter how its worn. It just wasn’t very well designed. It appears in all 3 of his gear sketches, with the first two pouches on the top listed as holding extra (“xt”) shotgun shells or bullets (the order is switched in one of them) and the bottom pouch as “poison” in one of the sketches. 

In the basement tape “transcripts”;  Dylan “attaches black suspenders to his pants and also attaches a tan ammo type pouch to his belt or suspenders & a green canvas pouch to his right shin.” 

Given how sloppy the pouch adheres to Dylan’s leg - half peeling away from his right leg - he likely jerry-rigged the pouch with a shoelace or something tied to the wire.   It’s just another little detail that makes this particular type of pouch and the way he wore it even stranger.  Why Dylan elected to strap it to his boot when it didn’t fit securely to begin with is anyone’s guess.  Based on his sketches, he seems firmly set on it being part of his aesthetic- no matter how impractical it may have been from the get-go when he tried it on for size in the “NBK fashion show” the two had in the Basement Tapes.  Dylan needed a place to store extra ammo and apparently he didn’t come up with any alternative idea for that.   It must have been a bit of an annoyance to him the day he was in action because it looks as though he’s partially dragging it around - half detaching from his leg. He may have even had to stopped at certain points of massacre to check it and fix it more securely so that it wouldn’t fall off completely as he walked or ran.

The Triple Grenade Pouch is specifically drawn on all of his gear sketches so he conceptualized and envisioned this with his fantasy ‘uniform’ atleast a few months prior. In the end, the pouch was more of a nuisance in reality than a useful, practical battle accessory.  In the sketches above, he slightly makes modifications on what goes where in the pockets: the first two pouches was to contain ‘XT’ shorthand for ‘extra’ 9mm bullets or shotgun shells. In one of the sketches, he fantasizes that the 3rd pouch pocket will be for “poison”..which likely was never included.  It’s was simply was that he liked the idea of having various suicide methods at his disposal in case the cops were closing in on them.  He also stuck a bullet in his boot - which of course, was useless without a shell or clip. But it was the idea for him that he was ‘prepared’ for his Death Day. 

In the two photos above, you can see Dylan’s actual grenade pouch as well as his trench and the other gear of the two in that glass display case of the 2004 Columbine Evidence Exhibit. This exhibit was permitted to showcase one time only as part of Jeffco. Sadly, most of this evidence has now been destroyed as far back as 2011, if we can entirely believe Jeffco’s claims..

My petty ass will live so much when all these people who didn’t vote for Hillary have to explain this to their children.
“Mommy why didn’t you vote for Hillary she was clearly the better option”
“Um because she had emails and gave speeches to banks”
“But mommy in class we learned that all the politicians were a little corrupt why did you suddenly care then. Why would you help trump get elected if you knew how bad he was”
“Well kiddo….”

Hahahaha it’s gonna be so great. Kids are gonna write essays about this and make flow charts and have to write “fake news” articles. It will just remind everyone how stupid they were and that will haunt them forever!

Caged (Ramsay x Reader)

Originally posted by rikkisixx

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Character: Ramsay Bolton

Persona: Female

Word Count: 1,075

Request:  Would you write a Ramsay Bolton x Reader where the reader starts out as one of his ‘victims’ but eventually he ends up caring for her and decides to let her go. (Kinda like a caged bird, you know?)

You could feel his chest against your back, it was warm unlike the rest of him. His cold hands kept you secure in his grip as they rested against your waist. His face was nestled in your neck, the brown mass of hair was soft. You’d been awake for hours and there was no way you’d be able to sleep now; Lying with Ramsay Bolton gave you no pleasure, he terrified you. It was unusual for the Lord Bolton to keep a pet in his bed, although you thought this was one of many new ways of toying with his prey.

“Good morning little one”, his voice echoed through the room, it was sickly sweet.  “Good morning my lord”, you replied calmly, he didn’t normally wake this early. “I take it you haven’t slept again”, Ramsay said, pushing up against you. “I tried to my lord” you responded softly, scared of what he would say. “Mhm” he hummed in response, his grip tightened and he pressed his face further into your neck. As Ramsay lay next to you, his mind raced with thoughts.

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devouring-time  asked:

Dunno if you're still looking for kissy prompts, but I would adore your take on #18 for fenhawke ❤️

yesss ^_^ here’s my stupid babies being adorable, with a generous helping of angst because I’m sorry I can’t help it <3

18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap
turned into laying, but it’s the spirit of the thing, right?

The night is late by the time Hawke makes it back to the estate, leaning his greatsword against the wall in the foyer as he racks his armor, waving off a sleepy-eyed Bodahn who shuffles over to help. Orana and Sandal must still be asleep in their rooms, and he moves a bit slower, a bit softer on that assumption. He eschews the silk weave of the house robe his mother bought for him when they first moved in, preferring to move about in the light leathers he wears under his armor. The fire in the grate has burned down to a subdued flicker, and as he passes through on his way to the stairs up, his eye catches the glint of light from the library. He draws the knife from the inside of his boot carefully and slips through the doorway, crouching low.

The light is coming from the upstairs study. Possible angles for attack are few: the only way up is by the single staircase set against the bookshelves and he knows from experience that whoever’s in the study has a clear line of sight to the top of it from wherever they are. He’s at a severe disadvantage, but that’s never stopped him before. He flattens himself as best he can against the stairs, creeping up them one at a time, as silent as he can. Stealth has never been his forte and he’s never needed it to be; his large stature and intimidating demeanor work just fine for tools of the trade. So his ascent up the stairs is somewhat less than quiet, and he tenses, preparing for a fight, when he hears a throat clear.

“I promise my intentions are peaceful,” Fenris says. Hawke lets his head drop against the stairs, groaning. He can hear the smirk in that tone, knows what face the elf is making, and sure enough, when he stands and looks over, Fenris is half-looking at him, one eyebrow raised, lips just slightly curled. His finger is pressed against a page in the book open on his lap, and he returns his gaze to it as Hawke finishes climbing the stairs, setting the boot knife down on the small table next to the sofa Fenris has installed himself on.

“You could have said something,” Hawke grumbles, sitting down heavily next to Fenris and working on pulling off his boots. Fenris just snorts and turns the page. Hawke rolls his eyes. He sets the boots together at the end of the couch and looks over at the book Fenris is reading.

Hard in Hightown? You’ve got to be joking, Fenris, really? I’m sure I’ve something better on my shelves.”

Fenris chuckles. “Varric has been particularly insistent that I read it myself, now that I can.”

“You mean since you refused to let anyone read it to you before now.” Fenris rolls a hand and it’s Hawke’s turn to snort. “Fine, have it your way.”

“Thank—” Fenris begins to say, but he cuts off as Hawke sprawls across the couch and his lap, covering the book with his massive frame.

“Save yourself, Fenris,” Hawke says around a yawn. “Now while you still can.”

Fenris huffs and wiggles his arms out from under Hawke’s body, resting them on top of Hawke’s chest instead. The book he abandons as a lost cause for now as Hawke lies on it, blinking up at him. He runs his hands lightly along the leather covering Hawke’s body, loosening some of the laces on the sides as he goes. Hawke hums and closes his eyes, abruptly relaxing, his deadweight sinking both of them a little farther into the cushions.

“Are you quite comfortable?”

Hawke’s head is on the couch to one side of Fenris, his ass on the other, his back arching across Fenris’s legs, and his legs splayed, one across the arm of the couch and the other on the floor.

“Mm.” He’s a boneless heap, loose and content, but only here in his house, only with Fenris. This house is the closest he’s come to having somewhere he truly feels safe enough to let his guard down, and Fenris is the only person he’s let close enough to see him like this. Even Carver, when they served together in the army, only ever saw him alert and ready to fight. Bethany and his mother, once they made it to Kirkwall, could only ever see him as a guardian and protector; he wouldn’t allow anything else. His friends, Aveline especially, have seen more, though even to them he is the Champion first and Hawke second. There are parts of himself he keeps hidden from everyone, except…

There is nothing hidden from Fenris.

Hawke makes another happy, sleepy sound, seeking for Fenris with his hands, his eyes still closed. His right hand bumps against Fenris’s hip and rests there; his left squirms its way underneath one of Fenris’s as it tracks across his chest, and Fenris grips it, holding tight. The way Hawke can go from absolutely alert and prowling the house for a potential threat to eliminate to nearly asleep across Fenris’s lap in less than a minute has always saddened Fenris. Early in his acquaintanceship with Hawke and his friends, they had gone to the Wounded Coast, camping along the hills as they tracked a mercenary band. As they set camp and debated the watch rotation, Hawke was awake and sharp, quick to notice a flaw in a tent setup or point out a logistical error in the watch schedule. He’d helped Bethany cook their dinner, sharpened his sword, and traded barbs with Varric. Fenris remembers wondering why Hawke had elected for second watch instead of first if he was so obviously still awake, second watch being one of the tougher shifts. He’d watched, carefully, out of the corner of his eye, as Hawke spread one flap to his tent wide, leaving the other down to cover Bethany as she slept, and dragged his bedroll half out of the shelter, removing only a few small pieces of armor before laying down, hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword, and near immediately falling asleep. A true sleep. Fenris is keen enough to know when someone is feigning sleep in order to trick him, and he’d stared openly at the warrior once he knew everyone else in their camp was also asleep.

Still, all it had taken to rouse him for watch was his name, and Hawke was bolt upright and making his way to the small fire Fenris tended. The army, Hawke had said, was where he learned to sleep like that. When you knew your sleep could be interrupted at any time for any reason, you either adapted or you died. Fenris had nodded, understanding; it was much the same for any slave.

Now, Fenris leans over, lifting the hand that holds Hawke’s to brush a kiss against his knuckles, then a few more up his wrist and still-leathered forearm. Hawke sighs softly and cracks one eye open to watch. He can see the curve of Fenris’s lips though his eyes are obscured by his hair, white strands swaying gently with each movement. Fenris slowly makes his way up the rest of Hawke’s arm, laying kisses to the leather until he reaches Hawke’s throat. He traces down the veins there with his other hand, and Hawke swallows and flutters his eyes closed, tilting his head to allow Fenris greater access. Fenris makes a pleased little humming sound and nips at the flesh just below Hawke’s ear before soothing it with a kiss. Hawke groans, his hand on Fenris’s hip tightening.

Nearly laying down himself now, Fenris kisses Hawke’s jaw, both cheeks, his forehead, and the tip of his nose before pressing lis lips to Hawke’s. The kiss is gentle and sweet, neither of them moving to deepen it. They just…kiss. When Fenris finally pulls away, he brushes a thumb across Hawke’s cheek then along one eyebrow. With great care, he slips out from under Hawke, allowing the book to fall to the floor, and stretches out beside him on the couch, nestling in between Hawke’s arm and chest, pillowing his head on Hawke’s shoulder. He lifts up to kiss him once more.

“Good night, Hawke.”

They are both asleep in seconds.

anonymous asked:

is Donald trump a Russian spy?

If you believe in what all the media says, he’s also Putin’s secret lover, a watersports athlete, Hitler 2.0, Mussolini 1.1, a puppet of the Kremlin, a reincarnation of the ancient Egyptian god kek, and so on.

In reality, he’s a polarizing political figure that doesn’t know when to shut up, nor how to speak for that matter, and that has some very sketchy views of what America was, but that at least is attempting to do what he promised he’d do, as that’s why he got elected, rather than to back down to immediately please the political elite once in power. 

His presidency has just begun, let the poor bastard have at least a year in office before calling him the worst president in american history and all the other hyperbole every single journalist has used against the man since he took office. 

James Comey just stepped in it, big time
By https://www.facebook.com/aaronblakewp?fref=ts

To be clear, these weren’t just small details that emerged from Comey’s testimony on Wednesday; they were the headline for many new outlets that covered Comey’s visit to the Senate Judiciary Committee…

They were also key to Comey’s testimony, in that he used them to defend his decision to disclose the new Clinton emails just 11 days before Election Day. Facing questions from Democrats about why he did what he did, Comey cited these facts as proof of the seriousness of the email discovery and the need to say something….

Getting details of such import wrong in his much-watched testimony to Congress certainly doesn’t help him on the competence front; indeed, it’s difficult to see how he could get them so wrong. 

Have I mentioned that Comey epitomizes why Democratic presidents shouldn’t appoint Republicans to their administrations?

Highschool Life!BTS

Jeon Jungkook
Year: Freshman
Class: 1-A
Elective: Audio/Video Production 
Club/Sports Team: Dance Team

• okay but can you imagine freshman jungkook?? Like he’s so excited yet nervous about his first day of highschool and he wonders if he’s going to be in the same class as his friends like it would be adorable
• anyways Jungkook was just your average teen age high-schooler who wanted to have fun but still worked hard and he was pretty popular with both genders just that….he was afraid of girls he wasn’t familiar with.
• He’s also in love with music, like it’s rare that you wouldn’t find Jungkook with a pair of earbuds plugged in if he wasn’t hanging out with his hyungs or playing soccer or basketball with his classmates
• which is also the reason why he picked audio/video production as his elective. Jungkook has always been interested in music an liked having a camera in his hand so audio and video production just seemed fitting
• it was also where he met his upperclassmen Min Yoongi at. He was assigned a project with him and honestly he almost pissed his pants when he first saw him because damn is he scary, but after getting on the topic of music they bonded with each other and became close
• During club rush, he was captured by a sophomore named Park Jimin to join the dance team and at first Jungkook was like “ahh, I mean I like to dance bu-”| Jimin: “Oh, great then you’ll join! Let’s go freshmen” and as much as Jungkook wanted to join the soccer club, he was put into the school’s practice room and actually had fun dancing in there and learning choreography and he thought “this might not be so bad”
• SOOOO how do you meet the popular, athletic, music loving, dancer Jungkook?? WELL you were helping out in the Library for a period (cuz that means a free period to S T U D Y) which also happens to be next to the computer lab and so your friend is also in the production team and she pulls you over to help her with a film project so it’s you, your friend, Jungkook, and another male student
• and after a few takes the advisor asks your friend and the other male student to help out a small segment for the video announcements and so that leaves just you and Jungkook…alone and now awkward silence fills the room
• like now you don’t know what to do to help break the silence so you ask Jungkook about what he’s doing on the computer but he just stays silent and you don’t want to ask again cuz that would be annoying so you go over next to him to what he’s doing and ask “are you editing-” but nahh he’s just playing games and he notices that your kinda close and as he’s trying to change the tabs over he’s frantically like “I-I can e-explain-”
• but the tab he changes over is the one that opens up to YouTube and now it’s blasting G-Dragon’s “권지용”  throughout the room and Jungkook can’t help but blush
• Then like your fangirl sense turn one and your like “Is ThAT g-dRAgOns NEw aLbUM??? I’m sooooo addicted to it” but then you stop yourself mid sentence to prevent your from embarrassing yourself more than you already did and then you both make eye-contact and burts out laughing and from there you guys talk about music and your favorite artist and songs and it’s super relaxing and Jungkook isn’t as nervous as before
• and before you know it the bell rings and before you leave your like “ah btw I’m y/n! Nice meeting you Jungkook, I’ll see you later!” and apparently later meant your next period cuz look who’s in class, Jeon Jungkook
• Your like “when did I have class with him??” and Jungkook’s like “Omfg how did you forget??” but honestly it because your always so immersed into this group called BTS like who even is that?? and so it’s easy for you to get distracted especially since it’s a boring class as well
• Like now you and Jungkook talk more to each other and turns out you guys are in the same class with eachother and whenever Jungkook doesn’t have any work in Audio/Video production he’ll hangout with you in the Library, and it’s cool with the librarians cuz they chill
• and so over the past few months you can Jungkook grow closer and talk about more than just music and class, and Jungkook introduces to the rest of his hyungs and tbh they all love you and see you as a little sister awwwwh
• and also Jungkook may or may not have a crush on you oops
• later Jungkook picks up producing with the new audio program the production team got and whenever he feels his tracks sound good he shared them with his hyungs and you, but he always shows you first. Always.
• There are times where Jungkook will take you to dance practice and like he’ll stay a little later than the rest of the team to go over the choreography and so one time he tried to teach you the dance but you guys ended up falling on top of each other
• and you had this moment where you were under him and you guys stop mid laugh and just stared into each others eyes and you were thinking “has his eyes always been this big and clear?” but then you notice the blushing lil kookie 
• he helps you up and like a moment of silence fills the room until jungkook gets a text from Jimin
• “don’t do anything too dirty in the room with y/n, kay? 030 <3″ and jungkook starts getting redder to the point it’s concerning and so you ask “Kook, you okay?” and he just tosses his phone like “yeah I’m good, I should take you home it’s getting late.”
• so jungkook walks you home and it’s a really peaceful night and the sky is clear and the starts are laminating and you guys pass by the nearby park
• and speak to yourself like “it’s almost like an anime or drama. A midnight confession near a park under the light of a lamp post” and y’all just so happen to be passing under a lamp post :)))))
• Jungkook stops behind you under the lamp post and you hear his steps stop so you turn around with him just his hands in his pockets, his beanie still latching on his head, flannel, jacket, timberland and everything
• You move closer into the light and ask him what’s wrong and he just looks at you with very longing eyes. He moves his hands to caress your hair still making eye contact with you
• “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time…” and at this point your heart is racing 100mph and you can hear it and you can see Jungkook’s hand trembling.
• “I love you, y/n.” and you look up to him in shock and you can’t utter any other words than “I love you, Jeon Jungkook” and this is just the sweetest and most breath taking experience in your life and Jungkook with his still trembling hands pulls you in for a warm and secured hug
• you can hear his heart beating so fast and you’re so close to his face that you can see his breath and the cold autumn air and man am I the only one crying???
• but you can hear both of your hearts beating simultaneously and you know this is love at it’s purest. He walks you home the rest of the way and you peck him on the check which leaves him giddy and happy the rest of the night
• like Taehyung calls him up and mid-call he’s like “kook~ Kookie~ Earth to Jungkook hello?” and Tae starts to think his phone is broken but no he’s just too swoon and spacey to even talk to Taehyung about the next Over-Watch session
• Same to you, you almost drowned in the bath you were taking and you’re mother had to knock down the door so you don’t suffocate in suds
• But the next day you guys see each other and it’s a lil awkward walking to school but then some person on his bike rides past you guys and jungkook’s scarf flips up in his face making his hair all messy
• and you start giggling so he ruffles your hair and everything is just as it had been, just it was more intimate. And the rest of BTS can tell because they’re doing double takes like “what kind of magic is on Jungkookie”
• because in all honesty, none of them expected Jungkook to get girlfriend so soon. He had a fear of woman and he rarely talked to his female classmates so they were surprised to see you hanging out with him in the first place.
• and so they tease you every now and then and Jimin smothers Jungkook like 10x more than before
• “hyung please I’m trying to have lunch with my girlfriend” | “No, my lil junggukie is too grown up!” (aka you have dates with jungkook + Vmin sometimes…)
• one day jungkook was secretly producing a song with Yoongi that was dedicated to you and he was so proud of the finished producte that he even asked Jimin if they could use it in their next choregraphy and ofc Chimchim can’t say no to Kookie
• So jungkook finally shows you the song and you honestly love it because 1. Jikook’s vocals are amazing 2. you can tell it was written with a passion but you didn’t expect it to be performed during your school festival with the dance team
• but nonetheless it was an amazing performance and you’re so glad you have your friend from the Audio/Video Production team because she filmed the whole thing for you and sent it to you 
• but overall you guys have a healthy relationship
• your guy’s first date was to an amusement park because Jungkook loves thrill rides but it’s also a way to make you squeeze his hand when you went on fast/scary rides
• You have your fights but their never too serve and and a lil talk and cuddles could always fix them
• you became the power couple of the freshman because you guys weren’t an annoying couple who make-out in the hall ways and in peoples way because y’all know what privacy and too much PDA means (trying not to be low-key salty oops)
• You guys last throughout highschool and become highschool sweethearts who were innocent yet not so innocent :>)))))))))))
• invite me to your wedding

I’m watching the LazyTown Extra and apparently Pixel has a recording of I’m guessing Mayor Meanswell’s Election campaign???


Who was he running against?

Miss Busybody?

The rehabilitation of fascism in post-Soviet Ukraine

By Dmytriy Kovalevich

The first attempt to rehabilitate Ukrainian OUN/UPA fascists we repelled yet in late Soviet Union in late 1980s - Gorbachev’s period. 

The next mass information campaign to whitewash and rehabilitate them was in early 1990s - Ukrainian leadership invited that time a lot of former fascists from Canadian diaspora to lead the information campaign. 

The next their campaign started in late 1990s - nearly all our government and commercial media stubbornly promoted and whitewashed the Ukrainian fascists, condemning the Red Ukrainians. However, that attempt was repelled too.

The next serious attempt started in 2004-2005 with ‘Orange revolution’ supported by pro-UPA nationalist factions. The period ended with posthumous awarding the leader of Ukrainian fascists S.Bandera with the title of ‘Hero of Ukraine’. That’s actually why V. Yanukovich, a corrupt crook, won in the next elections - he promised to revoke that notorious decision. And actually did it.

However, he continued to flirt tacitly with pro-fascist faction and Canadian diaspora too, therefore, he didn’t have a mass support during the Maidan coup in 2014 - which was also the next attempt to rehabilitate pro-fascist faction.
That’s the victory of pro-OUN/UPA faction mobilized Crimeans to secede from Ukraine. And the next attempt to rehabilitate Ukrainian fascists led also to the civil conflict in Donbas which still lasts.

Some our people, who used to infiltrate into pro-fascist groups and Canadian diaspora, reported to us that they had a long term strategy, aimed at total rehabilitation Ukrainian OUN/UPA fascists. Reportedly, they said in 1990s: “Twenty years woul pass and the current pro-Soviet generation dies out at last”. But they say it even now, facing mass resistance. 

The picture: today’s antifascist resistance’s poster in Odessa, that says:
“Beat the Banderites [OUN/UPA fascists] - revenge for the people’s grief!” 

Ukrainian fascists of OUN/UPA are stubborn, but we’re not less stubborn.

What Could Have Been

I rarely write anything on my Tumblr. Usually post and repost pics, gifs and videos with very minimal captions and/or commentary involved. But now, I feel the need to break my silence.

Count me in as one of the disappointed in the results of the US elections. I’m sure fans of the President-Elect will flood my Tumblr and bash and/or threaten me, as I have endured before in this election cycle, especially in the primary.  Though I finally accepted the result of the election, (read: failure of the democratic system), I still feel uncomfortable with the reality that we are currently facing that I cannot help but wonder what could have happened if things went differently.

Because of that, I decided to create this imaginary TIME Magazine Person of the Year cover. Presidents and Presidents-Elect always get this spot during election years. And if Hillary had won, there would be no doubt that she would be TIME’s Person of the Year (and Newsweek’s Madam President issue would have been released).

In 19 days, a new president would be inaugurated, someone I profoundly disagree with and had no respect for. Why? Because he himself does not respect the institution that elected him. He sold America’s future to the highest bidder the moment he refused to acknowledge that hostile forces interfered with the election. He ran on the promise of patriotism and nationalism, yet he disregards the voices of true patriots who are sworn to guard and defend the United States. He may well remember that 2.8 million more people voted for Hillary Clinton. He does not have the mandate. It is through a faulty system that he got elected.

I am sharing this fictitious cover not to instill more pain to Hillary Clinton supporters, but as a battle cry to fight for the promise that she brings. My friends, this is bigger than Hillary. This is about the future that she has aspired to bring into fruition had she been given the chance to lead the United States. She may not have gotten there, but that doesn’t mean we can’t. We can, and we will do.  

the signs as things my dad has said (part 3)
  • aries: *continuously refers to uber as an "escort service"*
  • taurus: [to himself, after catching a pickle he dropped midair] great catch daddio
  • gemini: [in response to our dog barking] ....you don't say
  • cancer: [to me after i dabbed to his "dish washing music"] shut up
  • leo: [every time his phone rings] a REAL phone call? in THIS day and age? where are my TWEETS
  • virgo: [pulling over every time we pass something metal on the side of the road] but what if it's treasure
  • libra: would you look at that moon...that's large
  • scorpio: *sneezes* im allergic to working
  • sagittarius: [spoken during a verbal conversation] colon parenthesis
  • capricorn: *calls four way flashers on cars [dramatic voice] DANGER BEAMS*
  • aquarius: [completely seriously, in response to my sister asking why our dog was barking] he's just nervous about the election
  • pisces: *inexplicably called me Karen for a whole day*