will continue to type in all caps


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slowly fluttering his eyes open, Tom groaned in pain, a bright light illuminating over him. blinking a few times he could feel all his sense starting to come back to him. sighing, he looked around, trying to take note of his surrounding he moved his arms and groaned again feeling his arms restrained from behind him. touching over the material that had him tied up he used his quick thinking to try and get himself free. twisting his wrist a certain way, he started to move his hands side to side, creating friction to brake free. hearing a snap, he pulled his arms to in front of him, he rubbed his wrist to sooth the heat. looking down at his wrist he touched his watch seeing that it was dead “fuck” he mumbled to himself and stood up from the chair. 

touching over his body, he patted himself down and mumbled incoherent words to himself again, knowing all his weapons were gone. picking up a lead pipe up off the floor, he twirled it in his hands before walking towards the door across from where he sat and pulled the door open. peeking his head out he door, he looked both ways as if he was crossing the street and stepped out from the room he was in. 

walking around from what he guess was an abandoned factory, he held the pipe close to him and tried to figure out where he was. hearing voice inch towards him, he hid in the shadows and waited for them to walk by. as they did, he brought back his arms and swung hard, quickly grabbing the man, he brought the pipe to his neck and started to pull. groaning himself he pulled it tighter, feeling him squirm a little more. soon the kicking and thrashing started to subside and the body Tom held in his arms went limp.

 dragging the body off he threw the limp body down and took his weapons. Starting to walk again, two broad arms wrapped around him, but Tom’s mind was took quick. Pulling the trigger on the gun, he shot the man in the foot, his arms releasing from his body to hold his bleeding foot, Tom took that as an opportunity to push the man where he tumbled back and hit the railing, flipping over and falling to his death. Watching the man to make sure he fell, another goon came and tried the same thing but Tom grabbed his arm and flipped him over his head, sending the man flying over the railing as well. More goons enclosed around him, his arms up in a fist ready to fight. Just as he was about to attack, slow claps started to echo through the factory. 

“Thomas, or should I say agent 007” He said with a dry chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sir Hugo Drax” Tom chuckled letting his arms fall to his side. “To what do I owe the pleasure to?” Tom asked, his lip curving to a half smile, his deep brown eyes staring into his enemies pair of duel green eyes. “You think you can destroy me don’t you 007?” he asked, placing his arms behind his back, pacing back n forth in front of the agent. Looking around, he took note of how many men were enclosed around him and how he could pick each one of them off. Tuning out Drax, he came up with a plan to get out of this alive. “There’s no escaping this agent, this where we draw the line, you end here, and I, Sir Hugo Drax will destroy you once and for all” He concluded and staring at the man across from him. 

Tom shook his head and chuckled dryly and started to inch towards him, but Drax too had a few tricks up his sleeve. “This is where we part ways agent” he said and nodded his head, his goons inching closer to the agent. “Get him” he said and waved his hand, pivoting on his feet turning his back on the agent and his men. Each goon inched closer to him, one charging towards the man, Tom dodging his grasp, grabbing his elbow, and pushing it towards the face of another goon. Twisting his wrist a certain way he snapped it and shoved him off to the side. One man coming up to him with a gun in hand, he twisted his body away from the gun and grabbed the mans much bigger hands and slipped the weapon from his grasp and shot him. Looking around at the remaining men, he shot the gun, watching them fall to the floor. Sighing he wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead, walking from the gruesome scene, he stepped over the lifeless bodies in front of him and went to look for Drax. 

Checking the gun, he unloaded it and picked up a new case of bullets and loaded it in the gun and cocked the neck back. Licking over his slightly chapped lips, he followed the trail Drax went down leaving and found himself in a grand room filled with computer screens, different imagines on the screens. Walking towards the keyboard, he started to type on it, watching different numbers and code erupt on the screen he mumbled to him self and looked down at his suit, reaching into his jacket pocket puling out a pen, removing the cap of the pen showing a usb drive. Shoving it in the port, he transferred all the files from the screen to the pen. Looking over his shoulder he continued to transfer the files, reading over a few as he worked. looking at the loading, he smiled to himself seeing it was done downloading. taking the pen, he put the cap back on and turned around, his forehead meeting the cold barrel of a gun. 

swallowing, he looked at the person holding the gun, “I knew I couldn’t let those fools finish the job” he started and cocked the gun, “If you want something done, you have to do it yourself” he said and smiled, pressing the trigger lightly. Tom took a deep breath and just as he was about to pull the trigger, Tom’s quick thinking came into action, and he moved his head at the last second, the gun going off and hitting the computer behind him. Taking the gun from his hand, he turned around and now pointed it to him, Tom giving the villain a cheeky grin. Drax chuckled and dropped to the floor, kicking his feet under the agent, causing him to fall and Draw ran. Tom quickly pushing himself up he ran after him, looking left and right, trying to listen for the echo of steps. Running off to the direction where he heard the steps, he tried to get to him but it was too late. Drax was in a plane and was taking off.

 Tom watched in defeat and locked his jaw turning around in. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time he would meet this mad man, so he knew that he needed to be better prepared for when he was to see him next. Sighing he walked the same way he came and found the front of the building. Taking a random car, he dove it back to his HQ.

 Walking in, his suit was dirty, ripped and covered in blood. His lip was cut and he had a cut on his eyebrow that wouldn’t stop bleeding. Walking into the HQ he met with his boss and handed him the pen “007” he simply said looking at the boy up and down “Drax got away, but I managed to download his plans and they’re on this pen” he said handing the much older man the pen. Looking at the pen, he looked back at the agent and nodded at him “you’ve out done yourself yet again agent” he complimented. Tom bowed a bit, he knew he was the best agent in the field and he held that status like a badge. “Get cleaned up, and get some rest for a bit; we’ll call when your next mission is ready” he said and turned away from the beat up man. Cracking his neck, he turned and fixed his tie, and started to walk. Leaving HQ he made way back to his place, starting to strip from his suit, his back turned away from the door in his bedroom.

 Groaning a bit in pain, he stripped from the suit, the silk dress shirt slipping down his muscular back and falling to the floor. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes letting the pain that washed over him subside. Standing there, he could feel the hairs on his neck stand up as a pair of slender, feminine arms wrap around his shoulders. Her nails grazed over his muscles, causing goosebumps to arise on his rough arms. She look his large hand in her smaller one, her freshly done nails grazing over his bloody knuckles, bringing his hand to her lips, leaving a soft kiss on them, looking up at him through her lashes. “Y/N” he said in low raspy voice. “Darling” she whispered back to him…

Imagine Chris trying to win you back from Jensen Ackles

“Chris, go home you’re drunk,” You called from the balcony as you scanned the streets to make sure no paparazzi were around.

“I’m not finished…you come home with me….everything’s better when you’re there….” Chris slurred as he stumbled to stand up straight.

“That isn’t my home anymore, we talked about this,” you could feel tears in your eyes as you watched the once love of your life plead for you to come back.

“No, I didn’t agree to this… I know you miss me, he’s not goood enough, and the sex…baby I know the sex is better with me,” Chris looked up at you a large grin spread across his face.

“Really? You know this because you had sex with Jensen?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his lame attempt to keep you talking….which was idly working.

“Well I’ve had sex with you….and we’re sooooo good together, there’s no way he’s better, plus he’s not really my type, ” Chris’s blue eyes twinkled at you.

“No, apparently brunette ex girlfriends are, Chris I’m calling Scott, you need to sleep it off, and for the record, Jensen and I are not dating,” you grabbed your phone to text via brother to come get him before he made a bigger fool of himself.

“Nothing happened, I swear to god…please can I just come upstairs,” Chris whined.“maybe show you how much better I am…”

“Chris, I’m not having sex with you, you’re ridiculous, we broke up…and who I sleep with is my business, you lost the right when you went out with Minka,” you snapped at the actor as you typed a quick text to Scott to come get his brother.

“Y/n, I swear on my family nothing happened….I love you, please…"Chris pleaded.

You look down at your phone and Scott had apparently been on his brothers side, "Y/nickname, he might be drunk but he’s telling the truth,”

“Which part? About the cheating or be better in bed then my co star?” You snapped while Chris continued to shoot you the puppy dog face.

“I’m team cap, so let’s just say I agree with all of the above, just let him tell you his side, he misses you…come on I know you miss him Stacey texted me and outed you so don’t play hard to get.” Scott teased her hoping she would give his brother another chance.

“He can sleep in the couch, but that doesn’t mean I buy this whole act,” you signed as you waved chris upstairs hearing him scream “yes” as he ran to the door to get buzzed in.
“One mention of minka and you can pick up what’s left of him in the street, Scott.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Scott laughed.

“Bbbaaabbytt, you sure you don’t want to see who’s better?” Chris called as he stumbled up the stairs.

“Let’s get you some coffee then talk.”

Candy Crush - Jooheon (Fluff)

Originally posted by heromp3

Your new neighbours move in across the road. One of them catches your eye. He seems to be as sweet as sugar. You could say that he’s your new candy crush.

Title: Candy Crush
Pairing: Jooheon X Reader
Type: Fluff
Warnings: None 
Word Count: 573 words

Here is the first Monsta X drabble I’ve written. (Can I just add that blonde Jooheon is my weakness…) Hope you enjoy! 

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           - Admin Elle 

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You were sat in the window of your bedroom watching the new people unload their boxes from the moving van. So far you had counted six new neighbours. They were all male… Lucky you… You giggled as you watch one of the boys pick up a box, only for the bottom of the box to give way and everything to spill out all over the front lawn. You continued to type up some work on your laptop, occasionally glancing at the boys outside. 

Then you saw him. 

He jumped down from the back of the van and you wondered how you hadn’t spotted him already. He readjusted the cap on his head, settling it over his blonde hair before reaching his arms up above his head to stretch. Your eyes wandered down to the small section of skin that was revealed. You watched as he reached into his back pocket to pull out a lollipop. He unwrapped it before placing it in his mouth. He looked around before he looked up, his eyes meeting yours. You gasped and held eye contact for a fleeting second, watching as his lips broke out into an adorable grin, showing his dimples. You backed away from the window, face becoming more and more flushed. 

You didn’t see him for a while after that. 

The next time you saw him was when you were arriving home from work. He was just coming out of his house as you were going into yours. You caught his eye and he smiled that cute smile again. eyes turning into half moons. He waved and almost fell down the steps from the front door, making you giggle slightly. You shyly waved back before entering your house. 

It was a few days later when you saw him again. You’d been baking some cupcakes to take across the road as a gift, when the doorbell rang. You wiped your hands before going to answer the door. You opened the door to come face to face with him. You smiled shyly. 

“Hi!” He greeted you enthusiastically. “I’m Jooheon, and incase you hadn’t already worked it out, I’m your new neighbour!” You smiled and let out a small laugh.
“Yeah, I guessed. I’m Y/N.” You said, sticking out your hand for him to shake before realising it was still covered in icing sugar. 
“Oh…” You said, wiping it on the front of your pink apron. “I was baking some cupcakes for you guys.” You said, face blushing a light pink. 
“Wait here for one minute!” You quickly rushed back into the kitchen and boxed up the cupcakes, before bringing them back to the front door to give to Jooheon. You handed him the box and his eyes went wide. 
“You made these?” 
“Yep!” You said, smiling happily. He opened the box and inhaled deeply. 
“These smell great!” He pulled one from the box and bit into it, leaving some frosting on his nose. You pointed shyly as he ate the cupcake before grinning brightly at you. 
“They’re sweet, but not as sweet as you!” He winked before waving goodbye and crossing the road back to his house. 

He waved once more before entering his house. As his front door opened, you heard shouting and laughter before the door closed. You went back inside your own house and closed the door, all the while smiling to yourself. 

He was sweet that’s for sure. Your new candy crush.


“You know what I really hate?”

Sam leaned in, struggling to understand you over the bar music and your slurred speech. “What did you say?”

You yelled, “You know what I really hate?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “What, Y/N?”

It took you a moment to remember what you asked. “Bar food. Look at this.” You motioned towards the bowl of peanuts in front of you, surrounded by several empty beer bottles. “It’s so unsanitary. Did you know that a study showed that bar peanuts tested positive for twenty-seven different types of pee on it?”

Sam’s nose wrinkled as he stared down at the peanuts. As he pushed them away, you continued, “All these people are so gross.” You yelled at the bartender, “Gross!” You received a glare in reply.

Sam pulled out his wallet and laid a twenty on the counter. “All right, Y/N. I think it’s time to cap you off. Let’s go find Dean.”

You stood and stumbled away from your stool. “All of these people are nasty, Sam. They don’t wash their hands.” You wandered up to a couple sitting a few seats away from you. “You don’t wash your hands!”

Sam snatched you away as the guy stood up menacingly. You called out again, “You’re filthy!”

He took a step forward, but Sam warded out his hand. “We’re going, we’re going. Sorry.”

You mumbled, “Why did we come here, Sam?”

He half-carried you over to the pool table where Dean was playing. “I’m beginning to wonder the same thing myself.”


Sorry for the delay, but first up is Austin! (These will have a little repetition from my first character intros, but will be more detailed)

Age: 17 (going on 18)

Weapon: Luna Blaster Neo

Rank: A

Random fact:

Tells different stories when asked about his tentacles. Since it happens often, he’s gotten pretty creative with what he says, but he’s never actually told the true reason.


Former cool kid, Austin is easy-going, charming, and a fun guy to be around. An only child, he was raised by his father, but never knew his mother since she disappeared when he was very young. Throughout his life, his tentacles never grew in quite right, causing him to stand out from other inklings (for better or worse). As a result, he tends to attract all types of attention, so he generally covers them with his cap.

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Regalia University part 6

Yoongi x reader

This au is based off a similar “school” concept from my previous fic, Telecom.

Genre: Strong language, love, angst, music, school life,

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Regalia is the school for dreamers and achievers. It is a school for widely talented people and you have always wanted to go there. The place that most idols, authors, and painters come from; was the university that you wanted to go too… And the university you were accepted to.

The exciting news sent chills through your spine as you thought of your exciting new future to come from it… But boy were you wrong…

It all started with your dorm neighbor…

Min Yoongi.

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Googler - The Internship (Stuart Twombly)

Anonymous said:

A Stuart imagine where you are already working at Google when they intern there , you being the same age , and you two just hit it off immediately , ‘cause you are both sarcastic and kinda rude and he gets jealous of someone and he kisses you thanks


You looked around the crowd of interns finding their way to their first meeting. It was a fun sight, indeed, seeing their adorable little hats and concentrated faces. They almost looked like toddlers trying to color between the lines. It was an odd bunch of interns this year, you would know since you had been in the council to elect them. Yes, it was called a council and yes, google did call it elect. 

 You pushed your way through the crowd of people, which wasn’t an easy task, but somehow you managed to finally pull up beside Lyle, giving him a smile as you let out a relieved sigh. 

 The interns took their seats and got their instructions. They all looked to pay attention, all but one.

 A dark haired boy, with black framed glasses kept staring at you through out the whole meeting. Your eyes had met at least 10 times during the meeting, but you tried to ignore it. The interns were dismissed, being informed to check their mails for the next location for the meeting, so the guy with the glasses looked down on the phone, typing quickly. 

 «Are you going to be in charge of any teams?» Lyle asked beside you, catching your attention. 

 «No, not this year. You know, some of us actually have work to do.» You winked at him before walking on your way.

Stuart hadn’t been able to think about, nor concentrate about anything but you the whole day. Of course he had paid some sort of attention to what was said, and of course the rules. 

 So when the question came «Dating a fellow googler?» and he was to raise his template, he reluctantly raised the red one. Of course there were two dumbasses behind him who actually thought it was allowed, and he secretly wished they could have been right.

 Which they weren’t.


You were working eagerly on some project when there was a knock on your door, you being you, you didn’t bother to look up from your screen to see who came into your office. 

 «What do you want?» You asked, without second thought, continuing to type on your computer. 

«A cheery greeting to you too.» Came a voice you couldn’t recognize. You looked up from your computer, shocked to see one of the interns standing there, his hands in his pocket. The intern cap replaced with a dark red beanie. You sat up straighter, looking over at the guy. 

 «What can I do for an intern?» You asked, trying to ignore the fact that he made your heart beat slightly faster. 

 «Actually, I just wanted to say hi, first of all. Saw you at the meeting today, and I just needed to say hi.» The boy didn’t even stutter once, which was weird considering what he was saying. 

 «Ah, yes, you’re the one who was staring at me.» You say just as bluntly back, seeing a slight blush creep up on his cheeks. You chuckled lightly, before continuing. «What’s your name?» 

 «Stuart, Twombly.» 

 «It’s nice meeting you, Stuart. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. So what could I help you with Stuart?» You folded your hands on the desk in front of you, looking over at him.  

«Well, I need someone to watch a marvel marathon with. You seem like the perfect choice. Am I right?» He smirked at you, still standing there with his hands in his pockets. 

 «Marvel, uhu… I could use a marathon of one of those.» You said, smirking back at him.

 «It’s a deal then.»


You had stayed the night at Stuarts apartment, after you had finished watching the iron man and avengers movies at two in the morning. Falling asleep beside him on the couch.

 Now in difference from in the movies where people did that exact same thing, you both woke up by your alarm clock on your phone. It was now time for an intern meeting again, the interns wearing their hats again, now you must say that Stuart had looked much better in his beanie than in the hat. They all found their team, Stuart ending up in one weird mix, not by choice of course. 

 Lyle was the one in charge of them, which made it much easier for you to go say hi to Stuart from time to time. 

 «Hello there, Lyle.» You greeted as you walked into the team’s working area. 

«Hi Y/N.» Lyle greeted back, looking up from what he was doing. You noticed Stuart did as well, winking at you from his seat by the glass wall where he was writing something. 

«How’s it going?» You asked, actually quite polite for once. Lyle looked at you with a skeptical look. 

«Good..» You looked over at the wall, where the interns had eagerly written down their calculations. Specifically at one, you didn’t care who’s it was, but anyway you just had to comment. 

 «That one’s completely wrong.» You pointed at it, seeing the asian guy who had written it look up at it.

 «Oh.. I..» He stuttered, looking very unsure of himself. 

 «Well, thank you for that, Y/n.» Lyle spoke from beside you, trying to turn your attention away from the awkward teenager. 

 «So, you busy tonight?» Lyle asked. He had tried asking you out on a date for a long time now, but you simply didn’t want to, so you had declined each time. 

«No-« You were cut off by Stuart who walked up to you grabbing your upper arm. 

 «Yeah, she’s busy tonight.» He said, before dragging you out of the team’s working area and in the direction of your office. You didn’t say anything as he dragged you along, because quite frankly, it was fun seeing him like this. Shoulders tensed, teeth gritted and a frown on his face. He let go of you as soon as you both stepped into the office, turning to look at you, standing very close to you. 

 «What’s this about Stuart?» You asked teasingly, knowing the look he had on his face. 

 He didn’t answer you, instead he just stepped closer to you, making you step back, until your back hit your desk. 

He looked you once in the eyes, before pulling you closer to him by the waist, his lips crashing with yours. It didn’t take long before you kissed him back, your hands finding their way around his neck. 

When you finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily, forehead resting together. And for the first time since you met him, none of you had any witty remark to make.

I love Tom Hiddleston. I love Taylor Swift. Now listen up.

I’m an 18 year old woman with her own opinion that y’all are being incredibly petty and selfish. 

I’ve tried to stay out of this because I can’t handle the stupidity, but I’ve finally had enough. Here are some things you need to consider the next time you’re about to throw a hissy fit over Tom and Taylor.


1. First of all, both of these individuals are adults who can do whatever the hell they want. 


I know, shocking right? 

Originally posted by emreozcan


2. You do not have the right to condemn Taylor for being a “slut” or a “man hunter”. She is a woman with all the same rights as you. Y’all can’t call yourselves feminists who believe in abortion and Marvel’s need to hire more superhero women and then turn around and do this. It’s hypocritical and wrong. And if you had her talent (and if you want to bitch about her not having talent, check out her Grammys), you would say you could date whoever she wants too.

Originally posted by logotv


3. Taylor is a lovely person. I had the great honor and privilege to briefly meet her during her “Red” tour in 2012. I was 14 at the time, and completely in love with her. She made me feel special and loved, and treated me like a little sister. She genuinely loves fans, and does things like surprise them, write inspiring messages to them, write a song about a 4 year old little boy named Ronan who died of cancer, and stand up for women everywhere. Not to mention she isn’t afraid to get out there and be herself.

Sound familiar?

Originally posted by ramen-randler


4. You do not have the right to condemn Tom for his “recent behavior”. He has an amazing career so far because of his talent and his hard work. Admire that. And about that photo shoot, you do realize that he didn’t go out and shoot that series right after he started dating Taylor, right? It was during The Night Manager press series. The article was probably typed much closer to release though. The car in NYC? Who the hell cares? Taylor was probably just being nice, and maybe the car happened to be in NYC, maybe not. Does it matter? Also, who the hell cares if he went to a Selena Gomez concert? Selena, like Taylor, is a lovely person and performer, and Tom is probably trying to get to know Taylor’s friends, just like any good boyfriend. They’re having fun. LET THEM HAVE FUN WITHOUT BEING PETTY AND RIDICULOUS. 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


5. Be happy for them. Relationships in the spotlight are hard enough. Having their own fans turn against them is the last thing they need. 

Originally posted by vuruncaherseycalisir


6. Be considerate. Does nobody remember the fact that Anton Yelchin just passed, that Tom was close to him, and that maybe he’s having a difficult enough time with coping with the loss of his friend without his fans- and the media- being bullshit toward him?

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


7. 2016 sucks enough without you guys making it worse. We need to be concentrating on LGBT rights and defense, gun laws, gender gap, shipping Trump to Siberia, and other actually important issues. 

Originally posted by bornthisday1995


8. Do critique the headlines. Objectifying Tom and slut-shaming Taylor is ridiculous. The media is insane. So make a difference. Say something about it. Defend Tom, Taylor, or both. If you’re a fan, act like it instead of a toddler throwing a hissy fit. 

Originally posted by gameraboy


9. Be supportive. Taylor just had the biggest tour in like, ever. Tom is about to go to Australia to film Loki. SHOULDN’T WE BE EXCITED ABOUT THAT? 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


10. If you’re not going to be supportive, or at least silently fuming, or at least respectfully stating your opinion, then shut up. 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


11. I’m not saying you should love this. It’s like some people love Clintasha and some people like Bruce and Natasha (okay, maybe not, but pretend they do). Some people like Stucky, some people like Cap and Stark. It’s okay if Tom and Taylor aren’t your OTP or the ship you will go down with. However, it is not okay to start overly condemning, accusing, and hyperventilating over something that should not be hyperventilated over. 

Originally posted by thingamabook


12. If you’re a real fan of Taylor’s, you will continue to support her. 

Originally posted by lov-eswift


13. If you’re a real fan of Tom’s, you will continue to support him. 

Originally posted by staralbums


Sierra out. 

Originally posted by giference

Islands off Troas, Tenedos AR Tetradrachm. After 189 BC. Janiform head of a laureate male & diademed female / Labrys (bipennis, double axe); monogram & grape bunch to left, caps of the Dioskouroi to right; all within laurel wreath. De Callataÿ, Tenédo 80-100. BMC29

Hellenistic coinage simultaneously shows great homogeneity and great diversity. Alexander’s coinage spread far and wide in this period, and the successor kings largely continued his types. However, an alternative set of types, found with this laurel wreath reverse, circulated concurrently.

The wreath types originated in Athens, with their “new style” Hellenistic tetradrachms, but spread across the northern Aegean to a number of cities like Magnesia on the Maeander, Herakleia at Latmos, and Tenedos, as with this coin.

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Tronnor, connor livestreaming and troye come in without knowing they are live

“Just let me go get my charger…” Connor checked the chat on his livestream once more, having been live for a little while before he realised that he was running out of battery fast. 

Connor jumped up and ran off to get the cable from his bedroom, getting a little snack to eat while he was running the show. He quickly got back to his laptop once he’d grabbed the cable, plugging it in and continuing to talk to the audience he’d built, thanking people who donated. He continued to talk and answer questions that were coming through, looking up as he heard the front door open and footsteps behind him. He didn’t get a chance to say anything about being on the livestream before Troye spoke. 

“Hey baby what’re you doing?” He had both of his hands filled with grocery bags, having come back from the store. The older male looked at the screen, pale as a sheet and eyes wide as he saw the chat erupt in people typing Troye/Tronnor in all caps. 

“Uhh, surprise I guess?” Connor chuckled and looked at Troye again then the computer. The Australian followed his line of sight and turned bright red when he realised what he’d done. 

“Shit. I mean, there’s no going back now…” He said, his face bright red as he sat down beside his boyfriend. He saw all the comments telling them to kiss and pulled the other boy’s face to his own, pressing their lips together. 

“Donate to prizeo.com/connor!” He grinned and got up again to put their groceries away. 

Short and sweet? I wrote this while watching Connor’s livestream just then oops! But also please please donate if you can! xx

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Kindergarten Conference - an Olicity Secret Santa Gift

A/N: I wrote this for Noha as her Olicity Secret Santa gift. I hope you enjoy it, Noha, and I hope you have a very merry Christmas!

From: Christy

Kindergarten Conference

In the past 20 years of her career as a kindergarten teacher, there wasn’t much that Mrs. Cindy Brown had had not seen. She had witnessed children crying as their parents dropped them off. She had heard many children telling tall tales that couldn’t possibly be true while their peers listened eagerly and even repeated the stories later on. She had seen children try to eat play-doh, markers, and even occasional dabs of Elmer’s glue.

But in all her years of teaching, she had never seen a child do what Tommy Queen had done that day.

The boy, well known already for being the son of billionaire Oliver Queen and technology mogul Felicity Smoak-Queen, was quickly making a name for himself around the school among both the students and the faculty.

In the first couple weeks of school, little Tommy with his light hair and blue eyes hadn’t seemed much different from all the other rambunctious 5 year olds in his class. He was easily entertained, was well-liked by the other students, and was surprisingly smart for the son of a four-time college drop out. He said his mother helped him with his school work at home, so Mrs. Brown assumed that Mrs. Queen had also passed her technology skills on to her son. He had even fixed a problem with her computer in class all on his own.

Mrs. Brown had even once overheard Tommy muttering something in a language that sounded like Russian. She doubted Felicity Queen had taught him that.

However, as the school year had gone on, Mrs. Brown had started to notice an alarming trend in the way the child interacted with a few of the other children. The issue had only grown since she had first noticed it about a month ago, and with Tommy’s behavior today, Mrs. Brown felt like she had no choice but to invite his parents in for a conference.

When Mr. and Mrs. Queen arrived, they entered the brightly colored classroom talking amongst themselves. Mr. Queen’s hand rested on the small of his wife’s back, and he watched her talk with her hands as if he were staring at the sun. Mrs. Brown greeted them with a warm smile and ushered them over to her desk where she had set two chairs for them on the opposite side. Mr. Queen took his wife’s jacket for her and placed it across the back of her chair while she sat down.

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To one of the greatest:

I’ll be brutally honest: I didn’t really pay much attention to the midfielders of our national team when I first started watching them (which was undoubtedly at least 4-5 years ago). I was young, naive, and bent on obsessing over the team as a whole, but specifically the goalscorers and the goalkeeping because 1: who doesn’t love a good goal and 2: who doesn’t love a good save? I failed to realize our important the middle was.

It isn’t all bad though. Maybe that’s the fun part in being a midfielder. You don’t always get the credit and the glory, but inevitably you are always the one to help pull the strings and make things happen. You are supposed to boss the field and hit those perfect through balls every defender dreads to deal with.

Lauren Cheney, now formerly known as Lauren Holiday, is the USWNT’s glue. She did all of the dirty work, took a lot of the hits and impact from the brute strength of other teams, she was our star set piece taker, and she is a quiet and humble storm. She’s not always in the limelight, but quite frankly, she doesn’t need to be because she is built of hard work, ambition, a positive attitude, and strong faith.

When she is, however, it is a sight to see. A magician of sorts. You’ve just got to open your eyes not only to look, but to see the tricks before you miss it.

Cheney works her magic constantly during games. You see her easily bodying up the defenders racing up to try and snake the ball away from her, you see her pirouetting out of harm’s way to make a simple pass back to the defense, you see her eyes and you know they are full of intensity and the hunger to always win. You see her pulling strings, and occasionally, you see her scoring wonder goals.

I have always brushed off the word “bittersweet” when describing situations because it is such an oddity; how can something be both good and bad at once? Well, it is with an overwhelming feeling of being bittersweet as I write this today. I am both so so so ecstatic and excited for one of the greatest players the USA has ever had to end on a high and finally relax and live her life with her family, I am. I’m sure we all are. It’s the least she deserves at this point. However, it brings tears to my eyes to know that I will never see “Cheney” or “Holiday” on the back of another #12 jersey on the national team again. Regardless, however, Lauren is happy, and that is ultimately all that matters in the end anyways.

Thank you Lauren Cheney. I’m sure it has been a long wave of emotions for you these past ten years. Yes, TEN years. Amazingly, she made her debut and had her first cap at such a young age, and she has only continued to grow and inspire as time went on. She has seen the lowest of lows and now the highest of highs. We can only ever speak highly of her. She is a Olympic Gold Medalist and a World Cup Champion. How many people in this world can hold themselves to that type of accomplishment? That sort of caliber? Lauren is absolute class. She holds her head high all the time. Not to mention, she is happily married to Jrue Holiday, and to say they are a cute couple would undoubtedly be an understatement. Her faith and ability to confide and find strength in God is also moving to witness. You don’t doubt that she has the willigness to believe. You just know–she believed in her team from the moment she had this opportunity to represent her country even at such a young age and will continue to over the years as she sits happily on the couch maybe with her husband and her baby, watching the USWNT divide and conquer some more.

Coming from my personal experience, Lauren Cheney, you have taught me what it means to be human. It means feeling all of the emotions but still choosing to be happy. It’s choosing to be better than you were yesterday. It’s working hard in silence and letting the success of your actions be your noise. It’s remaining humble even after all of the spotlight. It’s learning not to hold onto the failures nor letting them define who I am as a person. It is believing in myself and finding and surrounding myself with other people who believe the same thing. It is choosing to live and to be happy because I can.

I wish the “15ers” if you will, would be able to stay together forever. Obviously life doesn’t work that way, and I’ll probably end up getting teary-eyed as all of these other players retire of the years. I knew I wanted to write this one first though, despite the fact that there are a few other ones I will touch on soon.

I hope I can make it to a Houston Dash vs FC Kansas City game to officially meet the superstar before she officially retires from soccer for good. That’s all I want really at this point. To hug a champion and to have a photo with her would be a dream come true. I hope life treats you well from here on out. You have heavily impacted women’s soccer and soccer in general. There are young girls and teens like me who idolize you and think the world of you.

To the best #12…To the player who will always be #12 to me,

Thank you Lauren Holiday.

Sooo I wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and I saw a few of my lovely friends do something like this and decided that I should do one too, to just show my love for the wonderful people I’ve met. And I want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING!! OH oh also we celerate 2 days o f Christmas here in the Netherlands so you cant say that im too late  Also pls don’t mind the ugly art i’s actually the first thing i post and i didn’t want this to be just a text post

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