with a bunch of my idiot friends

anonymous asked:

Holy shit I love your analysis' of Jimin and Namjoon!! Would you mind doing one for Jungkook as well? I know a lot of people were confused as to why Namjoon put him in Ravenclaw over Gryffindor/Slytherin.


It’s really weird for me that you guys actually care about and value my opinions  on this whole business so thank you so much for giving my ramblings the time of day omg

for those who are wondering about my thoughts on gryffindor!namjoon and slytherin!jimin here’s the links to those:

Namjoon as a Gryffindor || Jimin as a Slytherin

So like, I really. really. really. love the idea of Ravenclaw Jeon. (But listen… I used to be a hardcore Slytherin!Jeon person okay, so I understand your feels on this. I do.) 

 here goes nothing

Ravenclaw Jungkook confused a lot of people. And I really get it because Ravenclaw was so fucking shafted in the books. 

We had so many Gryffindors and Slytherins to relate to, and we had a fair share of badass Hufflepuffs (TONKS) to base our opinions off of. But there were only a few Ravenclaws that were given the time of day in the books, and only one of those was a major character. We had Luna, Trelawney, Lockehart, and Cho. Cho’s amazing character was wasted by JK – she was written with the personality of a dish rag and didn’t really get the spotlight she deserved. Trelawney was presented as a crazy old lady who sometimes ?? served a purpose. Lockehart was an idiot. All we really had was Luna.

But it wasn’t just the characters. Ravenclaw has a really weird reputation. Before I wrote this, I asked a bunch of my casual and hardcore HP fan friends to tell me the characteristics they associated with each house. And I got pretty much what I expected:

  • Gryffindor: Leaders, brave, courageous, brash, strong
  • Slytherin: Cunning, resourceful, calculating, perfectionists
  • Hufflepuff: Loyal, kind, hard-working, determination, cheerful
  • Ravenclaw: Smart…?? they are… smart people?? They do things…….smartly……

Like for real. Whenever I asked people what traits they associated with Ravenclaw, all anyone was ever able to tell me was that Ravenclaws were supposedly smart. And that’s got a lot to do with the fact that when the sorting hat sings off about all the houses, it lists all these great traits for the other houses, but when it comes to Ravenclaw it says this:

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.

And then the books go on to say that Ravenclaws are,

characterised by their wit, intelligence, and wisdom.

So maybe you’re like me, and I am REALLY guilty of this, but when I first read this in the books I kinda just thought these all meant the same thing. So maybe that’s where we got this idea that all Ravenclaws are good for are being smart.

But it wasn’t until I looked up the actual definition of each word that I realized these were all saying really different things:

Intelligence - the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills.
Wit - a natural aptitude for using words and ideas in a quick and inventive way to create humor.
Wisdom - the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.

^^^^this is just webster dictionary definitions here. The bolded words are the ones I want to focus on.

Skill. See – Ravenclaws are supposedly smart. But this doesn’t always have to mean BOOKSMART, and I think that’s where we had a lot of trouble with Jeon. No one is saying he is dumb or anything, but he’s no Namjoon.

Notable examples of this trait include Lockehart, who was pretty shitty at a lot of things, but had the street smarts enough to pass off his big whole scam for years and years, and was especially gifted in certain charms.

Then there’s Luna, who while shown to be really good at solving riddles, was also portrayed as really physically skilled. In Dumbledore’s Army, while being taught how to conjure a Patronus by Harry, Luna was the first to get it right. She was fourteen at the time, and was such a skilled witch that she was able to perform an incredibly difficult charm - that even adults had trouble with - after like…….mere minutes of teaching.

Does this sound like someone you know?? I’ll give you an example: Observe this VERY determined Hufflepuff not give up on his dreams and finally have all his hard work pay off… only for someone to come in and get it right almost instantly.

Or maybe… “Hey guys, this dance move you made up looks pretty cool – mind if I watch you do it like once and a half and then nail it instantly?”

And if you’re ever in doubt about just how skilled Jungkook is… remember that he turned down seven other agencies to join BigHit. That’s how many people were after him and recognized his talent. (This also ties in to my thoughts on the part about good judgement – Jungkook obviously saw a lot of potential in Namjoon and BigHit in general, so much so that he turned down tons of other companies to be there. He saw something a lot of other people did not… and it ended up being the best decision he ever made.)

But I think another really telling aspect of Jungkook’s Ravenclaw personality is that he isn’t always perfect at everything. He’s not always good at something right away – but that won’t stop him working really hard to get good

In Rookie King he was shown to be at the most pretty average at bowling. He wasn’t terrible, but he was about as good as you and I would be after playing a few rounds with a little luck. Well, Golden Maknae Jungkook could not stand to not be the best at something, so he mentions sometime later (13:10) that he’s hired a coach to teach him how to bowl…. and then just a few months later uploads a video of himself getting a strike like it’s no god damn big deal at all. And he looks pretty proud of himself too.

But all the major Ravenclaws were also shown time and time and time again as being a little…. scatterbrained. Luna, Lockehart, and Trelawney especially, and to an extent even Cho. And Jungkook is no exception. He’s… pretty gullible. And DEFINITELY scatterbrained.

But wit, intelligence, and wisdom are not the only three traits associated with Ravenclaw. There are a lot of other traits you may not really know about, because again – Ravenclaws were woefully under-represented in the series. There’s quite a few others listed for this house:

  • Creative
  • Individuality
  • Eccentric
  • Quirky
  • Jealousy/Envy
  • Competitive

So imma just go down the list because I’m really tired and I can’t made good word things rn


it’s no secret that Jungkook is a pretty talented artist. He’s a pretty damn good photographer too. (This will always be one of my favorite photos ever of Jimin – and Jungkook took it.) And he’s a talented lyricist as well. He’s an extremely good dancer and has a beautiful voice too – but you guys know this already.


Take a look at how he expresses his individuality through his song covers.

Eccentric & Quirky

You guys thought the fact that Lockehart, Trelawney, and even heckin Luna were all in the same house was a coincidence? Ravenclaws are NOTORIOUS for being Extra™ . I’m not kidding! This is literally a personality trait of Ravenclaws that we overlook so often from these weirdos. And Jeon fuckin Jungkook invented the word eccentric:

you’d be here forever if i kept going so… you get the point. eccentric is jungkook’s middle name.


Jeonlous exists in this god forsaken fandom, and I ain’t gonna link it and open THAT can of worms, but if you’re feeling so inclined and care to enter the seventh circle of hell, feel free to look it up… but tread carefully.


When I got the first ask about Ravenclaw Kook I had woken up at 3am and sleepily looked at my emails. I saw the ask and immediately had to jot down my ideas to keep for the next day, and all I managed to write in my sleep stupor was this

and then i promptly fell back asleep.

I was referring to this, and if you don’t feel bad for poor Jin in this situation I don’t know what to tell you. Jungkook is intensely competitive, even over small things like board games. He was so intent on winning that game that he literally assaulted someone five years his senior to sabotage them.

And then this is him trying to win a dance-off… doing the most, as usual.

And also?? He was literally banned from the gym because he was getting too buff. And look at him take out that guy in wrestling… and then demolish poor Jimin, the smallest member of BTS in arm wrestling when he could have… you know… let him win or something……

It’s a pretty well known meme within the fandom that Jungkook is competitive and always trying to outdo the others.

But when it comes down to it, Ravenclaws are still known for being smart, right? We can take all these other traits and apply them to Jeon but what about his brain?

He’s actually kinda smart. He is able to cover a song in perfect English even though he doesn’t speak the language all that well (but well enough to constantly correct others’ English and he’s good enough to tell you he’s really not all that interested in participating in English Time anyways)

And I mean…. he can outsmart the other members pretty well…………..

But I think one of the most important things to note about Jungkook being in Ravenclaw is to look at who sorted him, Namjoon: Namjoon himself gave Jungkook the nickname “Golden Maknae”. He is constantly saying that Jungkook can do anything, or watch this Jungkook can do this, or wow look at him go, or he’s so talented this and that. Is it really any surprise that Namjoon would put Jungkook in to a house known for being highly skilled when he believes no less of the kid?

Jungkook has some pretty Slytherin-like qualities – but tons of canon HP characters and the BTS members themselves have traits that are shared by all four houses. It’s just a matter of where he fits best.

I mean TL;DR, Jeon says it best himself:

gif credit: bwiskook

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Trimberly - jealous Kim and maybe a little bit of angst

You got it! 


Tommy Oliver.

New kid. Tall. Brunette. Green eyed (appropriately). Surprisingly Popular (suspicious - no new kid had a right to be popular). Green Ranger (very suspicious). Tomboy. Straight-A Student (so why detention??? Also suspicious).

And the absolute bane of Kimberly Hart’s existence. 

The moment Tommy had arrived in detention, Kim had smelled trouble. Because not only was Tommy gorgeous, not only was Tommy funny, and athletic, and intelligent. 

Not only was Tommy Oliver basically perfect in the cut-throat adolescent world of High School, but Tommy Oliver was charming. Kim hated charming people. She especially hated them right now. Because right now, Tommy fucking Oliver was flirting with Trini. What’s worse? Trini was giggling. And blushing

And Kim couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. 

She’d been flirting (haha see what she did there? Pathetic) with the idea of asking Trini out for months. And really, who wouldn’t? Trini was damn near perfect. She was kind and intelligent and funny and absolutely gorgeous. 

And she was far too good for Kimberly Hart.

She was too good for the ex-cheerleader who was this close to being labeled a sex offender. She was too good for the girl who got so defensive over her own actions, she punched her ex-sort-of-not-really-boyfriend so hard without powers that he’d lost a tooth. She was too good for the girl who was so emotionally stunted she’d kept them all from morphing until Billy had died.

So no, Kim wasn’t good enough for Trini. But she wasn’t positive Tommy Oliver was either.

“You trying out your laser vision again, princess?” 

Zach’s amused drawl broke through her staring contest with the back of Tommy’s head. 

“Huh? We don’t have laser vision, doofus.” 

“Well you’re definitely trying to melt the back of poor Tommy’s head. What did she ever do to you, huh?” 

Kim glanced away just as Tommy shifted to reveal a surprisingly bashful Trini. 


Kim sighed. Sometimes she thought the only one in their group who didn’t know about her pathetic crush on the Yellow Ranger was Trini herself. 

“Yeah.” What else was there to say? She didn’t have a chance with Trini, she knew that. And Tommy really was a good sort. Mostly. And hey if she could make Trini smile like that, who was Kim to get in the way? No one, that’s who. 

She feels Zach’s gaze on her, but she refuses to look up. She doesn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. She doesn’t see the thoughtfulness in his gaze, or the way his eyes flick between Trini’s furtive looks in Kim’s direction, and Kim’s hunched shoulders.


Trini slid next to Zach in their English class with and grunted out some form of greeting as she rested her head on top of her folded arms. She had a massive headache and really just wanted to do some yoga on her rock. She was not looking forward to debating Shakespeare for the umpteenth time this year with a bunch of pimply hormonal teens.

“’Sup, Crazy Girl.”


“Got a headache?” 


“Got anything to do with a certain green friend of ours?”

Head tilt, murderous glare.

Students were settling into their seats as the teacher wrote their assignments on the board, and told them to choose partners to go over the next Act of Hamlet. Zach payed the rest of them no mind.

“Funny thing, I think Kim’s got a headache for the same exact reason.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, it speaks!”

“Shut up idiot.”

“Ouch. Words hurt, you know”

“You don’t have enough brain cells to be offended by my awesome snark.”

“Damn, fine. I won’t tell you what Kim said earlier when Tommy was all over you.” 

“What the fuck, Zach.”

Zach buried his nose in Shakespeare and ignored Trini’s glare. Finally, she rolled her eyes. 

“Fine, o amazing Black Ranger. I only insult your awesomeness because I cannot even dream to match it. Alright? Just tell me already!”

Zach smirked. “Someone’s eager. And just how much Shakespeare have you been reading, Trinity?”

She kicked his shin under the table, hard.

“Call me Trinity again and you’ll wish Rita was back.”

“Ok, ok, jesus, leave my bones intact, Crazy Girl! I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but - and I say this with all possibly love - but damn girl you’re oblivious. Even Jason figured it out, and you know that’s saying something.”

“Figured what out?” Trini was getting more confused by the second, and it wasn’t helping her headache in the slightest. If Zach didn’t get to his point soon, she’d punch him and deal with going to the principal’s office happily.

“Kim’s got a gigantic gay crush on you, Trini.”

Trini blinked. “Huh?”

It was Zach’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Girl, the only thing that even comes close to your crush on Kim, is her crush on you. We both know Tommy just likes to flirt - especially with you, because you blush so easily when a pretty girl is paying attention to you -”

Trini kicked his shin again with a hissed “Hey!”

“ - Ow! What? It’s the truth! Anyway, I don’t think Kim’s realized that Tommy’s flirting is harmless when it comes to you. I mean hey we all know she’s got the hots for the hottest member of the team. Moi.”

Another kick. “Ow! I’m going to the police. This abuse is just unwarranted.”

“Zach, for fucks sake, please get to the point.”

“I thought I had? What’s that glare for? You need me to spell it out? Kim. Was. Jealous. Kim. Likes. You. Idiot. No accounting for taste, but - HEY!”

“Zach, Trini, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

“No, Ms. Morris we were just, uh, having a disagreement over the meaning of a passage.”

Watching Zachary Kwan trying to appear innocent was not a pretty sight, but luckily, their teacher just rolled her eyes and moved on.

“What did I say about the kicking?? Jeez. And here I am, trying to help you out. Some friend you are.”

“Aww poor wittle baby. Suck it up, bitch.” 

Trini was quiet for a moment, thinking. 

“You’re not pulling my leg? Kim’s really into me?”

“Dude you’re like, Wynonna Earp level oblivious.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“Definitely an insult.” 


Tommy’s next flirting target two days later, ironically, was Kim. 

Their training session for the day had ended, and they were all relaxing and nursing various bruises and scrapes under the coolness coming from the lake above the pit. Trini, observing Tommy’s flirting process, personally thought that the award for Wynonna Earp obliviousness should go to Kim, who hadn’t realized yet that Tommy had been flirting with her for the past half hour.

Trini had conducted her own experiments over the past two days to see if Zach was just insane or if his claim held any merit. She’d found, to her surprise, that he might, in fact, in some weird twist of fate, be right, and she’d been trying all morning to come up with a way to ask her fellow ranger out. 

And then Tommy had butted in, and Zach had been smirking at her for the past half hour, and winking every time Tommy said something even remotely suggestive. Now, glancing from Kim to Zach one more time, he waggled his eyebrows and tilted his head in a clear dare. Trini Alverado was not one to ever back down from a dare.

Taking a fortifying breath, she left her perch atop one of the rocks in the pit and stalked over to Kim and Tommy. Kim brightened at the sight of her, giving Trini butterflies, and Tommy’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam. 

“Hey, Tommy. Kim, I’m really sorry about this.”

Kim looked confused, and Tommy looked amused. 

“For what?” They voiced the query at the same time. 

Taking another breath, Trini grabbed Kim’s wrist and pulled the taller girl down so she could press her lips to Kim’s.

She could hear Zach’s whoop of laughter, Billy’s clapping, and Jason’s cheering in the background as she felt Kim’s startled exhale of breath against her face. A tentative hand threaded itself through her hair as she felt Kim move closer to her, press more firmly into her lips, and heard Tommy’s quiet chuckle next to them.

She pulled away from Kim, a small smirk on her lips and took a few steps backwards.

“We should do that again some time, if you’re interested.”

With a thrust from her legs, she propelled herself through the lake, hoping Kim wouldn’t be too far behind.

7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 3

In all honesty this series was only going to have two parts but cause you guys are so damn cute I extended it.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 - Here  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15

When you had gotten home, eyes puffy from crying tears of happiness, you immediately video called Areum. When she had answered, she briefly panicked at the sight of your tear stained face and you reassured her that everything was alright. You spent an hour explaining the whole ordeal to her and then another explaining your relationship with Jungkook.

“Wait… so I, your best friend, did not know You and Jungkook are practically soulmates?” You choked on your bottle of water whilst having a mini coughing fit. When you had recovered, you snapped your head up and glared directly at the screen of your laptop.

“Soulmates where? We’re just childhood friends.” Areum tutted and shook her head. She the went on to give you a sly smile as if she knew something you didn’t.

“Oh come on Y/N. We all know which way this relationship is going. You have seen ‘Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo’ right? The childhood friends always end up together.” You aggressively shook your head whilst you blushed heavily at the thought of dating Jungkook. It’s not that you despised the idea, it’s just it had never crossed your mind. Not with all the drama you’ve had to put up with for the past 2 years.

“Areum, your mouth is moving but all I hear is bullshit right now.” It was her turn to glare at you and she twirled her hair around her fingers innocently. “Okay fine, when you start dating you have to buy me… Ah! You have to buy me Shinee’s new album. Deal?” You couldn’t believe the nerve of Areum, making bets on your love life.

“Deal!” That didn’t stop you from agreeing because let’s be honest here, there was no way you were going to date Jungkook. You’d probably be killed by Hye Mi if you so much as hugged him within her sights. Actually, pissing off Hye Mi was a very tempting idea.

Scratch that. You could care less about her.

After bidding Areum a good night, you logged off and lay in bed. You were excited to go back to school but this time as Jungkook’s untouchable childhood friend.

This school year was beginning to look like a good one.


When you entered the classroom the next day, Jungkook was already sitting down in his seat, staring out the window. His ears perked up at the sound of your chair against the floor and he smiled when he realised you had arrived.

“Morning Y/N.” The slight rasp of his voice was enough to tell you he wasn’t used to arriving at school this early. He stood up and made himself comfortable on the chair in front of you, once again placing his head on your desk.

“Good morning Jungkook.” He chuckled and proceeded to pinch your cheek. Slapping his hand away, you flicked him on his forehead. “What? So you’re not gonna call me Kookie anymore?”

“Not in school.”  He pouted at you in a playful manner and nudged your shoulder.

“Why not? I thought we were friends.” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face from his whining tone. Just as you were going to reply, Hye Mi stepped into the classroom, eyes taking in the close proximity between you and Jungkook. To your surprise, she just scoffed and made her way to her seat, sitting down and pulling out her compact mirror.

Jungkook completely disregarded her presence and continued to pester you, ruffling your hair. “Come on, you’re literally my oldest friend. You’re the only exception when it comes to calling me Kookie.” Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Hye Mi’s shoulders tense at what Jungkook had just said.

Whatever. It’s not your problem.

“Fine. Okay Kookie, just stop messing up my hair.” He grinned at you and began patting down your hair, making sure you looked presentable. You made small talk with Jungkook whilst your classmates began arriving, some giving you confused looks whilst others envy. The questioning stares proved to be too much as you groaned and hid you face in your arms. Jungkook simply laughed and left you to wallow in your self pity.


Lunch had once again arrived and you found that your table was still occupied by Hye Mi and her friends. You were debating whether you should confront her when you heard Jungkook call out to you. When he realised he had gained your attention, he began to gesture to the free seats on his table. Sighing in relief, you grabbed Areum’s hand and dragged her to the table.

Jungkook greeted you with a big smile and his friends followed suit. You returned their smiles and sat down, Areum cautiously sitting down beside you.

“Y/N! You decided to join us!” Taehyung literally screamed in your ear and you flinched. Yoongi whined at the loud noise and hit him on the head. “Shut up you idiot. Can’t get some damn sleep.” He went back to laying his head on the table and Taehyung stuck his tongue out at him. Areum was sat next to you, noticebly tense and you realised it was because she was literally sitting on a table with a bunch of strangers, save for you.

“Guys, this is my friend Areum. Areum meet Jungkook and his friends.” Jungkook beamed at her and pointed at Taehyung. “I’m pretty sure you know this is Kim Taehyung by now. Min Yoongi is the one who is sleeping and Kim Seokjin is someone you will always find either eating or looking at pictures of himself.” To emphasise his point he nodded his head in the direction of Jin, who was currently stuffing his face with rice.

“These three go by the names of Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin. Although Namjoon hyung has a high IQ, we all tend to lose a couple of brain cells because of him. Hoseok and Jimin are always having dance competitions so that’s another thing to be aware of.” Areum giggled at his words and you sighed in relief, happy that she seemed to be comfortable.

“Guys, come to Jungkook’s party on Saturday!” Taehyung piped up from beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You made eye contact with Jungkook, silently asking if it was okay and you saw him avert his eyes.

“Uh, yeah come if you want.” You didn’t particularly go to parties often but since it was Jungkook’s you were sure everything would be fine. Smiling, you turned back to Taehyung.

“Sure, we’ll come.” Taehyung cheered and Areum snickered at his antics.

You’d be as happy as they were if you hadn’t sensed Jungkook hesitate before. Why he seemed reluctant was beyond you.


The days slowly passed by and you along with Areum became closer with the boys, your old friendship with Jungkook coming back to light. Hye Mi became more jealous but seemed to notice Jungkook’s willingness to protect you so the weekly bullying came to a stop. She still found opportunities to slip in snide remarks but, as usual, you didn’t let it bother you.

When Friday arrived you began to feel suspicious over what could take place at this party. Jungkook had constantly asked you if ‘you were sure you wanted to come’ and that 'you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to’. It was off putting but your desire to know why he was behaving in this way was stronger than the warning bells in your head.

He had given up by now and despite the guilty looks he occasionally sent you, you began to feel excited. You had obviously gone to parties before but none of the, were hosted by the most popular boy in school and you were eager to see what it had in store for you.

Lying in bed, you watched the screen of your laptop with intense concentration at the dilemma you were presented with.

“Okay Y/N. This skirt and top or this above the knees dress? I need you to concentrate on this.” Areum slowed down each sentence as if she was talking to a child and your eyebrows creased.

“The skirt and top combo, that dress is too formal.” Areum gave a firm nod, giving a dimpled smile. Dropping the clothes on her bed, she drew closer to the camera.

“But what about you? What are you wearing tomorrow?” Shrugging your shoulders, you rolled onto your back. “Whatever I pick out in the heat of the moment I guess. Areum… has Jungkook seemed a bit, I don’t know, off?” She placed a finger to her chin, clearly reflecting on the past few days. Eventually nodding, Areum eyes widened in realisation.

“Now that you mention it, he did ask me to try and get you to focus on your studies instead of coming to the party. It’s really weird…” The questioning look she gave you made you tilt your head in confusion.

“Don’t look at me like that! I have no idea why he’s acting like that too. To be honest, I think he doesn’t want me to come.” Areum stayed silent, allowing you to continue with your explanation.

“He seems like he’s hiding something from me… Ah whatever! I don’t care.” You received a look of uncertainty which had you nodding your head vigorously.

“Yes, I’m sure Areum!”

“But I didn’t say any-”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow. Good night!”

Closing the video call, you slammed your laptop screen down and huffed.

“Gosh I don’t want to think about that!” Deciding that it would be better to sleep instead of dwell on the situation, you crawled underneath your covers and shut your eyes tight.

Maybe if you ignored your thoughts enough, the uncertainty would disappear.

Worked Up

Originally posted by goofygoobler

Originally posted by babyspencerreid

Imagine: going to see the fireworks with the team and undergoing an anxiety attack, Spencer calming you down.

Pairing: Platonic!Spencer x reader p(romantic I guess if you squint)

Warnings: Anxiety attack on your fictional part, fluff.

((Happy 4th of July to all my friends, American or not. I wrote this because tonight was a shit-show. I went to go see fireworks on the beach and some idiots didn’t light it properly and it went sideways and hit a bunch of people. Everyone was alright but it was traumatizing. People screamed, kids were crying and most people ran in my direction. There were also fireworks heading into the sea and firework wrapping everywhere. I know there is going to be so much trash on the beach. A beach where sea turtles come to lay their eggs. I hated it. Anyways, here you go!))


The sand felt warm and delightful between your toes as you ran across the beach to meet up with your friends. The sun was leaving orange, pink, purple and yellow hues as it set, sky slowly darkening.

The team was currently sitting on a few large beach blankets and towels, chatting and laughing. Henry, Kai, and Jack were all playing with some sparklers under the supervision of Joy, JJ, William and Hotch, Rossi and Hayden walking down by the waves, feet getting wet.

“Hey guys!” The rest of the team cheered your name in a friendly manner, Tara and Garcia shuffling over to give you room. “I brought refreshments!” You shrugged your cooler off of your shoulder, beers clinking as it hit the ground.

“I was waiting for this!’ Morgan grabbed one, taking a bottle opener and popping off the cap. "Alright Y/n, that’s all we needed you for, you can go now.” He teased, eyes widening when you lunged for him playfully.

“Happy Independence Day!” Penelope cheered, giving you a hug. “What’s in the other bag?” She gasped, pulling out pinwheels, headbands with red, white, and blue stars, and fake temporary tattoos.

“I brought plenty for the kids but for us too!” You cheered triumphantly. “How else should we celebrate America by getting drunk and crazy. Not that it’s different from any other day for me, am I right?” You winked.

You turned to look at Spencer, teasingly rolling your eyes at his usual attire. “I brought something for you too Spence. I think you are really gonna love it.” He looked a little shocked and you had to suppress a giggle. “Ta-da!” You pulled out a pair of shorts with the American flag on it. Morgan broke out in a chuckle, taking the shorts and inspecting them.

“It’s perfect, right? Do you want to try it on?” You gestured to the bathhouses on the beach a little ways away.

“No thank you, I’m fine. I uh…appreciate it though.” He smiled weakly. You relented, running your hands through his hair and ruffling it up. “Your loss.” You warned, opening up your own beer.

“So, we’re heading to Aaron’s house afterwards for some late night grilling and s'mores. I would offer my place but I’m sure the landlady would complain….. again. Anyways, are you in?” Penelope asked, already getting dolled up with the headbands and using a peice of ice from your cooler to cover her arms in tattoos.

You nodded and easily fell into conversation with everyone, Sky soon becoming dark. Soon everyone regrouped to sit together anxious for the fireworks to start.


“There we go!” JJ squealed to her son, moving him in her lap. Your heart immediately started pounding, and you told yourself it was just the initial shock, but as the fireworks kept going you felt like you were frozen to the ground.

Each pop made you think of a gunshot and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Each firework sounded like a gunshot and you couldn’t help but think of all the people who had died this previous year, people who died because you shot, never mind the fact that they were murdererous, kidnappers, rapists, you still took their lives.

You were shaking, sweat palpitating on your forehead. You felt like someone was choking you. Each cheer of excitement sounded like a shrieking scream. The screams kept getting louder and louder and you didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n!” Spencer came over to you, whispering. “Y/n it’s okay. Breathe deeply.” Spencer recognized that you were having a panic attack, eyes laced with concern. “In and out like this, see?” He demonstrated and you tried your best to follow his example. “Do you want to move? We don’t have to stay here.” He reminded you.

With wide eyes you nodded as best as you could, and he helped you off the ground, holding you bridal style and leading you out into the parking lot the beach where the noises where a bit muffled.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of Y/n. This feeling is only temporary alright? Just breathe….breathe please…” He stayed with you the entirety of your panic attack until you calmed down enough, leading you to your car. “Do you want me to tell the team you’re not up for the barbeque?”

“Well, I don’t want to spend the holiday alone. All my stuff is back there anyway.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair. Spencer held his hand up, a weak smile on his face.

“I’ll spend the holiday with you. And, don’t-don’t worry, I’ll grab your stuff. Are you absolutely, positively sure that you’re alright if I leave? Just for a moment?” You paused, nodding, a smile slowly forming on your face, Spencer was so sweet.

You heard a few more pops, softer now that you were in the car. You hoped the kids were all safe and no one knew that you had freaked out. You were sure that they had most likely gone through something like this before but you didn’t want to make it a big deal.

You made out Spencer’s frame as he approached your car, and when he stepped in front of the headlights you couldn’t help but laugh. He had thrown the shorts you had gotten for him on over his pants, wearing one of your headbands. He plopped into the passenger seat, jumping back when he caught your stare.

“I didn’t have time to put on the tattoos.” He simply explained, his eyes grinning for him as he tried to keep a straight face. You started pulling out of the parking lot, cheeks burning from smirking so much.

It was so great to have a friend like him.

the linguistics major

A/N: Sorry for the shit name, I wrote this at 2 am and I just randomly came up with a name for it

Requested: nope

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

College au

You weren’t entirely certain that it was normal to contemplate the meaning of life as much as you did. Most of the time, it was a simple thought such as ‘Everyone on this planet has their own individual lives and has thoughts as complex as mine’. However, there were moments where you couldn’t help but stare into space and think about the frailness of life and how literally billions of people had lived and died before you, and how billions of people will live and die after you. It was moments like these when you would take out your old, worn down journal and scribble down what your thoughts were. It was a moment like this when you met him.

Alexander Hamilton was no stranger to being so focused on your writing that you were oblivious to the world around you, but he didn’t think that you would be so into whatever it was you were writing that you wouldn’t notice him and his friends standing at your table. “Miss?” He called out once more, knocking on the table next to your journal. This seemed to grab your attention and you lifted your eyes to glance at the man who had interrupted you- or men as you noticed when you lifted your head completely. “Do you mind if we sit here? There’s not enough room at any of the other tables for us all to sit together,” the man who had caught your attention said. His words were polite, but you knew that even if you said no, they would sit there anyways because it was a public table in a public library.

So, you shook your head to show you had no objections and went back to writing. Alex, being the naturally curious person he was, couldn’t help but lean over and peer at what you were writing down. Before he could read any of the words scribbled in your messy handwriting, you slammed your notebook shut. “You know, it’s rude to read other people’s journals without their permission,” you told him, not caring that you probably sounded rude. It was rude of him to read over your shoulder like that. “Ah, so she speaks!” A french voice rang through your ears. For the first time, you looked at the group of mean around you. The frenchman who had spoken sat directly in front of you with a big grin and to his left sat a freckled boy you had seen around campus. To his right sat a rather large man who looked like he could probably bench press you if he desired. And the man who had been trying to read your notebook, you definitely recognized him. Alexander Hamilton. He was the captain of one the debate teams and often faced off with Thomas Jefferson. You only knew this because your friend had an unhealthy obsession with the latter and often dragged you to their debates.

Since you knew that he was Alex, you knew that the other three had to be the friends that he was never seen without. Lafayette was easy to pick out, as he was obviously French, but you had to play a guessing game between the other two. Once was named John and the other was named Hercules, and as much as you tried not to judge by appearance, you were willing to bet anything that the bigger guy was Hercules. “Well, I am a linguistics major, so one would hope I’d have the ability to form sentences.” Your snarkiness had caught even you off guard. You couldn’t help it though, you were in the middle of an existential crisis and this group of men were keeping you from writing about it. “Linguistics, huh? I never would have guessed.” You raised an eyebrow at the frenchman. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You just don’t seem like the Linguistics major type.”


“Yes, type.”

“Then do tell, what type do I seem to be to you, Monsieur?”

Lafayette narrowed his eyes at you, unsure if you were mocking him or not. “I would say law, probably. You seem too uptight to be anything else,” he said, ignoring the irritated scoff of indignance that followed. “I’m not uptight, for your information. I just don’t appreciate a group of people distracting me and trying to read over my shoulder when I’m trying to write in my private journal!” You shot back, beyond irritated. “Well maybe you shouldn’t write in a private journal in public,” Alex remarked, making Layette smirk at you. “You know, I’m starting to think that Jefferson is right about you, you are so infuriating. Stop being so discourteous-” you began, before John cut you off. “We’re sorry for bothering you, but you’re the one who started being rude first!” Hercules interjected as well. “He has a point, you could have just told us you didn’t like people reading your journal without getting snarky about it. You glared at them before shoving your things in your bag and standing from the table. “Whatever, I don’t need this. I have way too many things to be doing other than sit here and argue with a bunch of intransigent, immature idiots,”  you remarked, turning to walk away. “Great alliteration, (Y/N)!” You barely registered the fact that Alexander Hamilton knew your name before you were gone.

“Remind me, why are you so interested in her again?” Lafayette asked Alex as they all watched her stalk away. “Did you not see the way she just acted?” Alex merely grinned. “That, my friend, is exactly why I’m so interested in her. And now that she has noticed me, my plan to woo her is underway.” The other three glanced at each other, for once unsure about Alex’s abilities. “Um, not to discourage you or anything, but are you sure you’ll really be able to ‘woo’ her? From the sounds of it, she’s a Jefferson fan.” Alex turned to his friend John Laurens. “Oh but that’s what’s going to make it so much fun. She’ll be so irritated when she realizes she’s falling for me, that she’ll have no choice but to write about me in her journal!” They were confused. “So, you don’t want to win her heart-” Lafayette began, “-you just want her to write about you?” Hercules finished. “No, no, I do want to win her heart, but from what I can tell, she only writes about the things she thinks are really important. I want her to feel that way about me,” Alexander told them, the complete emotion in his voice enough to convince them to help him. “Well, if you really like her that much, we’ll gladly join in on your little plan,” John told him with a grin, the other two nodding in agreement.

A/N: There might be a part 2 idk yet

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Clarke searching on craigslist for a husband and finds Bellamy

Special thanks to @ponyregrets and @reblogginhood for coming through with some details.  Also on ao3.

MARRY MY BEST FRIEND HE’S GREAT!!!  Clarke set down her beer and snorted.  A friday night spent with a six pack and Best of Craigslist wasn’t exactly living her best life, but it was all she felt like doing after the week she’d had at the hospital.  She clicked the link and moved her laptop to balance more comfortably on her knees.


He’s crazy smart and kind of a grump but that’s only because he loves his friends and we’re a bunch of idiots.  He’s pan and really hot, but he’d kill me if I posted a picture of his face so here’s a picture of his chest instead:

Clarke tipped her head to the side and considered the proffered torso while she took a long swig of beer.  He was wearing a grey Arkadia University t-shirt that looked soft and worn, and he did have nice, broad shoulders that stretched the shirt pleasantly.  It looked like he had one arm around someone— a male someone— and the other one held a bottle of the same beer she was drinking.  

She scrolled on.

I’m getting married to my fiance soon and I figured we should just make it a double wedding because he deserves to be as happy as we are and he hasn’t had a boyfriend or girlfriend in too long.  All you gotta do is show up and marry my best friend!!!


Guy, gal, or nonbinary pal

Patience with long, rambling historical anecdotes

Sense of humor because you’re really underestimating how many long, rambling historical anecdotes you’re gonna hear

I cannot emphasize enough how many long, rambling historical anecdotes he has

He hates going out so either you should be a shut-in too or maybe you should be the sort of person who can get him out of the house (I think the first one but my fiance says the second one is best idk use your best judgment there)

Burning hatred of the patriarchy

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Dating Choices (Reggie x Reader Request )

Request: ‘Can I request a Reggie x reader imagine where the reader is friends with the core four and she and Reggie get into a fight about the way he treats jughead and it gets angsty but ends with fluff?’- Anon.

Characters/Pairings: Reggie x Reader, Jughead x Betty, Veronica, Archie.

Warnings: Physical violence, swearing.

Word Count: 789

Originally posted by riverdalebish

Why can’t everyone get along? We’d have world peace, everyone would be happy and my boyfriend wouldn’t bully my best friend every day.

Today was the final straw, the scene kept replaying in my mind. It was the end of the day and I’d arranged to meet Reggie at my locker. It had been a crappy day and all I needed were some snuggles from my man. When I arrived at my locker to see Jughead up against it, Reggie’s hand around his neck, it was all too much.

‘Reggie, what the hell are you doing?’ I yelled, pure fury running through me.

‘He was making some comment babe, had to teach him a lesson.’ Reggie quipped back, thinking his macho act was impressive. The rest of the gang arrived next, all just as angry as me. Archie grabbed Reggie, dragging him away. Jughead was finally released from Reggie’s grip, a red mark radiated from his neck. Betty ran up to him, inspecting his neck and placing a concerned kiss on his cheek.

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Alien series ranked by how stupid the characters are

Alien: Smart people! Make informed decisions based on the facts in front of them. Only really stupid when they let Kane on the ship, but they didn’t do it for stupidity sake only so i let it pass.

Aliens: Some dumb people, but that’s really down to greed and not taking things seriously. Stick together (mostly), make well thought out plans, and are generally intelligent (Gorman not withstanding).

Alien vs Predator: Actually figure out what’s going on pretty fast. They do split up, but they didn’t know tow hostile alien species were coming to kill them so i give em a pass. Also Lex is smart as hell

Alien: Resurrection: The Betty crew is smart, once shit goes sideways the whole main crew sticks together and generally works well. The company? Bunch of idiots trying to resurrect an extinct, highly hostile alien life form like their own little jurassic park.

Alien 3: A couple smart prisoners in the land of morons. Charles S. dutton’s character single-handedly brings this above the bottom 3.

Prometheus: there is a whole scene where they play with a weird space snake. They run forward from a moving ship when they could run side-wards. Kind of after the fact but Shaw rebuilds an android that tried to kill them all. They aren’t smart y’all.

Alien: Covenant: every character seems to have the intelligence of someone from a Friday the 13th movie. “Let me just separate from the group to bathe myself even though I know there are dangerous creatures out there” “Let me just stick my head in this egg like the shady android told me to do” “Let’s go bang in the shower right after all our friends die”. Bunch of morons

Alien vs Predator: Requiem: “the government would never lie to us” *proceeds to be blown up by a bomb dropped by the government* me: looks at the camera like i’m on the office

Just A Bet


Summary;Savannah Hamilton is the schools bad girl and Luke Hemmings is the bad boy of the school but the only thing they have in common is that they hate one another! 

Savannah is sick of Luke breaking girls hearts so  what happens when Savannah’s friends dare her to make Luke hemmings fall for her.. 

A bets a bet right? or is it??

Chapter 1

Who the fuck does he think he is?!?!?

Savannahs Pov

“Savannah you need to get your ass out of bed” my friend Lee shouted into my room

I opened my eyes to a very bright room

“Fuck off bitch, I’m tryna sleep” I yelled back turning back to my pillow closing my eyes

Then I felt her jump on my bed..what the fuck?!?

“you can sleep later, you know we have school and you already missed a week” she said

I groaned knowing she was right but I was out partying last night can’t I just miss one more day??

“GET UP” She yelled making me groan

“Fine I’m getting up you bitch” I said as I turned and sat up with a very sore head

Lee walked out of my room with a smile on her face, fuck if she wasn’t my best friend I would slap her.

I was still in my clothes from the night before.. I grabbed the shirt to smell it..

Oh god it smells of vodka and weed..

I took of my remaining clothes and went to my wardrobe for something else to wear..not caring that I smelled I can shower later. I don’t plan on spending all day in school.

I just threw on a pair of black ripped jeans and a black vest with my grey flannel it shows off my chest tattoo that i love!

it’s a tattoo of a heart with a knife through it.

thats a topic we can get go another day.

Once I was dressed I lit up a cig as I walked out of my room and through the house..

The perks of living with friends is no parents,no one to tell you what to do well most of the time.

My dad was a goner before I was born and my mum well..she never loved me well not as much as her vodka bottle.

And how we afford this place is because my mum sends me money couple £100 a week for feeling sorry for herself I think more than for me.

I walked in the kitchen blowing out smoke to see my two best friends eating breakfast

“so who did you fuck last night and where? We didn’t have any guys leave your room this time” My best friend tiffany asked

I rolled my eyes and took another drag of my cig before I answered

“none of your business you nosey fucker” I said laughing making her laugh

“Want some?” Lee asked holding a bowl of cereal to me

We need to get some real food in this house soon.

I threw my cig out the widow and then I said thanks and started eating my cereal

“Boy.. Mrs.Preston is going to murder you when you get to school” Lee said as she grabbed her bag

“Well why the fuck did you wake me up?” I asked her as I grabbed my shit

“Because we get in shit when you don’t show up” Tiffany said passing me and going out the door.

Oh shoot me now.

I hate school.

It’s filled with a bunch of weirdos who think they are going to achieve something in life and then of course Luke hemmings and his friends.

Bunch of assholes if you ask me.

i mean what idiot has Kiss Here tattooed on their neck.. Luke hemmings.

It’s crazy to think me and Luke were once friends back when I cared but that’s long gone and so is our friendship.

i wouldn’t have anything to do with him but Lee is Michael’s sister so we have to be social once in a while

“were gonna be late if you keep day dreaming” Lee shouted from the door

Ugh why do I have to go.

I’m glad this is my last year and I can get out this place people call home.

We had to walk to school because none of us knew how to drive, I have no interest just yet I usually get guys to drive me around which is more fun.  

luckily we didn’t live to far from school, i wore heels last night so my feet are tender today

“How much trouble do you think you’ll get in?” Tiffany asked as we were walking to school

i rolled my eyes and said “i really don’t give a shit what they say or do”

of course they rolled their eyes at me and then within no time we were at school

i wish i didn’t have to come here especially with this hangover.

of course as soon as we got to school we saw them.

Them as in Luke and his friends and the two bimbos who think they run the school.

Brittney and Hailey.

two girls i have never ever wanted to be friends with even before i changed my ways, they look down on their nose at everyone with their short skirts,long blonde bleached wigs.

“Look at them two idiots” Tiffany said

we all laughed and then Lee spoke

“What does my brother see in Hailey, honestly i wonder how we are related”

i couldn’t help but laugh out loud,making Luke and his friends stop talking and look at us

oh how i hate Luke!so much!!

we walked further to school and they all turned to look at us, i rolled my eyes and was ready to give them the middle finger when Calum spoke

“Oh look what the wind blew back”

i knew he meant me and i wasn’t going to give him any attention

i just turned my head away from him and walked away.

Lee went over to talk to her brother and Tiffany followed me and of course Luke was behind us with Calum and the two bimbos

“So tell us Savannah whats brought you back to school then?” Luke said from behind us

the way he says my name makes me cringe

i stopped and turned around to him and the rest and said

“well it wasn’t you i can tell you that”

i looked him up and down and then he pretend as if he was crushed and laughed and said

“Oh please i know you secretly want me but i think someone needs you right now more than my dick does”

i didn’t know what he meant and then i heard the voice

that voice of our sweet sweet principal!

i groaned and turned around to see her looking at me with her hands on her hips

“Language Mr Hemmings and a word Miss Hamilton” she said


i followed her down the hall to her room regretting getting out of bed

“Miss Hamilton.. can you please explain to me why you weren’t in school last week?” The principal asked me as i sat in her office

i looked around trying not to laugh because is she for real? clearly she knows why i wasn’t here

“Well Miss i wasn’t here because  i don’t want to be here of course” i said sweetly making her raise her eyebrows at me

i waiting for one of her veins to pop now that i something i would love to record.

“Why not? don’t you care about you’re education?” she asked

i rolled my eyes, i hate these kinds of conversations were grownups pretend to care.

i crossed my arms and leaned back in the chair and said

“No i don’t because what i want to do doesn’t involve being in this stupid place”

her vein is going to pop any second! i would love to see this!

“And what is you want to do then?” she asked

“it’s none of your business” i said

i would love to walk out but having her shout at me especially with my sore head is not going to make my day better.

“I beg your pardon, i am the principal at this school and you will show me some respect” she said

i was tempted to roll my eyes at her again but i held my hands up knowing my mum will go mad if she heard i got kicked out of school again

“Sorry Miss” i said quietly hoping she will just let me go

she leaned back in her seat like she was thinking.. i bet i am going to get detention all week, it’s a good thing i like detentions but she doesn’t need to know that

“A whole month on detentions and extra homework to make up for not showing up for a whole week” she said

i looked at her with wide eyes.. she can’t be serious!

i hardly do the homework i get now ever mind extra work!

fuck this!

“Can i go now miss?” i asked nicely hoping she will let me go

she gave me one more look at then started writing in her book for about 2 minutes making me look around her room bored

“You may go, i will see you at 3:30” she said

i didn’t bother repilying i just got up of the seat and walked out

the bell rang and i looked at my phone to see it was break time

great..i’ve missed two classes!!

I walked into the canteen to see Lee and Tiff already sitting at our table and also our friend Josh, he’s gay and so dead on.

hes a little nerdy but we don’t care about that.

i sat down at our table knowing i didn’t have any food with me

“Do any of you have a fiver to spare so i can get some food in this place before i starve?” i asked

Josh was straight into his pocket and handed me a fiver.. this is why we keep him around.

“Thank you” i said then i got up and went to stand in line for food.

a nice warm sausage roll sounds just what i need right now.

i smelt him before i heard his voice but Michael spoke first

“surprised to see you in here, i thought Principal Moore would have kept you in all day” Michael said

i turned around to see the four idiots looking at me

“I know how to sweet talk her into letting me go” i said back and then i turned around again hoping they would piss off

“haha please, she probably feels sorry for you” Luke said making turn back around to them

“the only person she needs to feel sorry for is you” i said to him

his smirk left his face and he frowned making me almost feel something towards him but i think i’m just hungry.

i was almost next in line for food thankfully.

“so who did you fuck last night then? you left the party pretty early” Luke said

i rolled my eyes and said

“Why? you mad it wasn’t you who i was fucking? you know you’ve always wanted me” i said sweetly making him step back and screw his face up

i couldn’t help but laugh

finally i was next in line

“Me? want you..? i don’t fuck tramps” Luke said

oh i really do hate him

“Savannah what will you have?” the lady said from behind the counter making me turn away from Luke

i was about to answer him but i didn’t want to speak to him any later

“So what did Luke want this time?” Lee asked as i sat down

“that fucking prick better stay away from me before i get violent” i said

i started eating my food shoving it down my throat because i was so hungry

“So how much trouble did you get in?” Josh asked

“Detentions for a whole month and extra homework, she thinks i care what she says! Ha, i don’t mind staying behind for detention and i bet she will make me do my homework there and then which means i can go to this party Nick is hosting” i said back

they all rolled their eyes at me but i didn’t care and then we heard Bianca Neil shouting

we all turned around to see what was going on and when i say we i meant everyone in the canteen.

“How dare you treat me like that Luke, i thought i was your girlfriend” Bianca said shouting at Luke

she looked pissed, she is one of the girls i’ve seen Luke string along and he has went too far this time, Bianca isn’t a girl you want to cross not because she’s scary it’s because she is a fucking moan and no one wants to her that whining in their ear.

“I never said or asked you to be my girlfriend we fucked a few times that doesn’t make u my girlfriend” Luke said back he was almost laughing in her face

he really fucking bothers me.

“you fucking disgust me Luke hemmings i hope you rot in hell” Bianca said then she stormed out of the canteen and then everyone turned around but i didn’t

i watched Luke laugh with his friends and say something to them

i really do hate him

he can’t go around treating girls like that!

he probably did string her along, i wish someone would do that to him!

although i doubt he has a heart.

“Savannah…” Lee said making me turn away from Luke and his friends

“What?” i said as i looked at her

she gave me a weird look and then Tiffany started grinning and whispered into her ear

what the hell?

“Are you up for a Dare Savannah?” Lee said smiling

i don’t like where this is going but i love dares.

“Depends on what it is?” i said

the bell rang meaning break was over.

ugh i have Maths class, a class i really hate.

it’s also a class i have with Luke and his fucking idiot friends.

we all got up and started making our way our of the canteen.

Lee was also in my maths class which was good i’m not the only one who has to suffer

we got outside maths class and there was Luke chatting up another girl i’ve never seen before

she’s small and looks like a child. She obviously isn’t in our year.

“look at him! he drives me so fucking insane with how he treats girls!!!” i said as we walked into class leaving Luke almost with his tongue down that girls throat

Lee smirked at me and said “ we all know how you hate Luke and Tiffany came up with this idea/Dare”

my eyes widened at her words.. oh no this involves Luke

i hope it involves me smashing his head in!!!

“So what is this Dare then?” I asked not listening to the teacher who yes did look at me twice

is everyone surprised to see me?

“We dare you to get Luke to kiss you” she said


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Oh god please don't shut down your blog for a bunch of idiots !!!!! You're my favourite

I’m sorry anon but they don’t deserve my support or my free promotion. They don’t deserve it from any of us. There’s plenty of shows out there with actors who treat their loyal fans with love and respect. They don’t sit back and let them be abused publicly in their name for a year. They don’t manipulate them. They don’t play games. They don’t let outside entities speak for them. They don’t allow their friends or significant others to stir up controversy or to taunt their fandom. I have a lot of love to give and I’d rather give it to people who will appreciate it.


❝ when you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different, someone better. ❞ 
❝ you don’t learn how to fight like that in the regular army. ❞ 
❝ so am i in trouble ? ❞ 
❝ bad things happen to people every day. you can’t stop them. ❞ 
❝ the property’s in a kind of limbo. ❞ 
❝ but I should tell you… i’m a really private person. ❞ 
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❝ you’re going to need to trust somebody at some point. ❞
❝ in the end, we’re all alone and no one is coming to save you. ❞ 
❝ you have a .45 under the counter and a shotgun next to the register, and I can get to them both before you. ❞ 
❝ don’t you knock? ❞ 
❝ point that thing at me again and I’ll shoot you with it. ❞ 
❝ or maybe there are no good people. ❞ 
❝ everybody needs somebody to talk to. ❞ 
❝ i did say please. ❞ 
❝ no question is ever innocent from you. ❞ 
❝ go play with your son. ❞ 
❝ i was reading between the lines. ❞ 
❝ you want to get out of here? ❞ 
❝ you ever see two cats in a bag? ❞ 
❝ to do something illegal. ❞ 
❝ it’s not as easy as it looks. ❞ 
❝ it’s just beginning. veni. vidi. vici. ❞ 
❝ teaching can be a dangerous profession. ❞ 
❝ yes, i imagine espionage is a much safer choice. ❞ 
❝ who kicked his ass sideways? ❞ 
❝ i’m highly uncomfortable being here. ❞ 
❝ i lose my patience when i get shot. ❞ 
❝ i was called a monster. even the blackest heart still beats. ❞ 
❝ i always thought i’d die in a place that didn’t know my name. ❞ 
❝ you think anyone will care for our names? ❞
❝ it’s going around the neighborhood. ❞
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❝ was this guy wearing a suit ? ❞
❝ i breached the space/time continuum. not really … but i did sense my privacy being invaded. ❞
❝ you know that’ll never happen. ❞
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❝ poke him in the eyes? that’s your technique? ❞ 
❝ you gotta love a girl with good security habits. ❞ 
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❝ i looked for a i’m-sorry-i-got-you-shot card, but they were all out. ❞ 
❝ he’s one of those rich loner types, the kind you’d call strange if he didn’t have so much cash. he’s  ‘ eccentric. ‘ ❞ 
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❝ oh, i’m fine ______. thanks for asking. ❞ 
❝ let me guess, you need another favor. ❞ 
❝ in the marines they taught us the fastest way to clean your weapon was to shoot a couple of people with it. ❞ 
❝ in the army, they taught us the fastest way to get shot was to fail to clean your weapon. ❞ 
❝ outstanding, i’ll be spending two days with hair gel and a pin-striped suit. ❞ 
❝ she knocked down the books and walked off… ❞ 
❝ people start targeting children, there are no rules. ❞ 
❝ thanks for reminding me of that! ❞ 
❝ whenever you show up, trouble’s just around the corner. ❞ 
❝ that’s a terrible plan, but i like it, so let’s do it.   ❞ 
❝ they all say I got the wrong guy. ❞ 
❝ i’m in the mood for indian. ❞ 
❝ did you forget to set your alarm? ❞ 
❝ you are my backup. ❞ 
❝ i am the evolution of organized crime. ❞ 
❝ you two think you’re safe because there’s just one of me, that I’m weak and that you’re strong. that’s not strength. that’s weakness. look at you, a bunch of jealous idiots. liars, betraying each other. ❞ 
❝ the problem with trying to be the bad guy, there’s always someone worse. ❞ 
❝ the thing about striking out on your own is that’s usually how you end up. ❞ 
❝ he killed his friend and shot me in the back, i wasn’t thinking of protecting him.   ❞ 
❝ i should have shot you and simplified my life. ❞ 
❝ what am I supposed to be, now that she’s gone? when you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different. someone better. when that person’s taken from you, what do you become then? ❞ 
❝ and that’s where i come in. ❞ 
❝ i was lucky. i had four years of happiness. some people only get four days. ❞ 
❝ they all can’t be babies and mafia dons! ❞ 
❝ this ‘ thing ‘ has already saved countless lives. ❞ 
❝ that nice young lady had a .45 pointed at me under her desk. ❞ 
❝ does she / he really need help in that regard? ❞ 
❝ i’m so tired of running. ❞ 
❝ so nice to finally meet you. you can call me ______. ❞ 
❝ now you’re going to help me get him back. ❞ 

OTP AU Writing Prompts

All of these are SFW. A mixture that will work for either kid or adult characters. Some can also be used just for buddies! :)

-”So I’m waiting for my mum to come back to the video game store because I need her to loan me some money, and you’re over there helping your little sister to reach a game that’s obviously for five year olds and holy crap is that my favourite video game on your shirt it looks kinda like my shirt only better” au

-”I hate this lesson we’re in and crap I messed up AGAIN ugh hey you’re next to me so sorry but do you know what the hell I have to do’ au

-”You live next door to me and I keep hearing you yelling and one day I go to tell you to keep it down and oh my god you’re yelling because you’re watching/playing my favourite video game/anime” au

-”I’ve been kinda depressed lately and I tried to hide it, but apparently you noticed. So you’ve been sneaking notes with happy messages on them under my door/on my locker/around my stuff and that’s really sweet and I want to be your friend because that helped me but I don’t know who you are” au

-”As if I didn’t already not want to go to this movie/play/whatever the idiot working on the seating accidentally placed me really far away from my family and now I’m next to you and hey you hate this as well cool oh you’re into the same stuff I like wanna be friends” au

-”My parents signed me up for this cheap low-rate art/science/whatever club and I’m sitting next to you and well hey it’s a partner activity and neither of us know anybody here so how about we go together” au

-”Our idiot mutual friends roped us into going out together” au

-”This Valentine’s Day I left a ton of meme-based ecards I printed off the internet on a bunch of people’s lockers/pinboards/whatever as a joke, but you took it seriously and sent one back, and we’re sending them to each other and my god your sense of humour is exactly like mine and we’ve started to leave more personal messages on them, whoa at what point did I fall for you” au

-”We follow each other’s anonymous blogs on tumblr about a trashy thing that we’d get teased for liking, so I caught you on your phone reading tumblr and oh my god how come you’re reading that? Wait crap don’t freak out about it I’m sorry THAT’S MY BLOG I LOVE THIS TRASHY THING TOO” au

-”You live next to me and you keep playing my favourite music at really high volume and one day I just decided to duet with you and when the song was over you turned off the music and screamed ‘WHO THE HELL ARE YOU’ and I guess we’re friends now lol” au

-”My asshole boyfriend didn’t show up on our date but you ran over and pretended you were going out with me and were all like ‘hey, my name’s *insert person A’s name*, what’s yours?’ so I said ‘I’m *insert person B’s name*. What the hell are you doing?’ and you were all ‘okay I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend because your dickheaded excuse for one isn’t coming and this place is pretty dangerous when it comes to creeps and flirting’ and oh my god thank you so much hey you’re actually pretty nice, here’s my number” au

-”You’re in one of my classes and I don’t know you very well but one day you yelled out a quote from my favourite game/movie/tv/anime/book/etc and nobody got it and I felt bad for you so I continued the joke and we kept it going and wow I thought I was the only person who knew about that” au

-”Some asshole just knocked my stuff out of my arms/tipped over my entire desk/tripped me over on purpose/etc and you’re helping me to pick it all up wow thanks gee you’re cute what’s your name” au

-”I’ve just broken up with my girl/boyfriend of several years and I’m devastated and you’re my platonic best friend of all time and you’re comforting me and before I know it welp you’re hugging me well hey this is nice I like this” au

I think that’s enough for now but if I think of anything else, I’ll add some more! Reblog this with any of your own if you have something good to add!

anonymous asked:

prompt: Rosa goes to a classy hotel bar in London to get over a slump and hooks up with a lady (quill? ;)) except she accidentally calls out Ginas name whoops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Of all the prompts, this one got the most out of hand, lmao, but it’s probably because we’ve discussed it before, Michelle (nice try with the anon, though, you’re fooling no one), and I had Ideas. 

Behold, Rosa trying to get over Gina by sleeping with a hot weirdo, only for said hot weirdo to prod her into going back to win her girl. 

You can also read it on AO3!

I’ve never written for B99 before so I’m pretty nervous, so please let me know how I did!!

It really sucks, having feelings.

After the whole “jail” fiasco, that she does her hardest to forget everything about, things should really have gone back to normal. But they don’t. She breaks up with Adrian, because even though there’s a part of her that he’ll always get in a way no one else will, she’s not sure it’s a part of herself she wants emphasised.

Really, it all comes down to Gina. And being really fucking mad at herself when it comes to everything about Gina. Gina being with someone else, Gina being happy with someone else.

Rosa possibly having once had the power to avoid all of that, if she hadn’t denied her own feelings for so long. For too long.

She’s missed her shot. And it really fucking sucks.

She tells everyone she needs a vacation to clear her head after the Hawkins thing. Really, she just needs a break from everyone and everything familiar to her. A chance to forget. A chance to go somewhere she doesn’t know, and drink until things feel less shit.

She buys a ticket to London, and there’s two Nancy Myers movies on the plane. On one hand, they make her feel better, but they also remind her of Adrian and how much she fucked that up (he had not taken the break up particularly well, but given his disposition, it could have been a lot worse). Also, thinking about romance isn’t ideal at all. She puts on action movies for the rest of it, but avoids Die Hard because it makes her think of the Nine Nine too much.

London, it turns out, is comforting in the sense that it’s big and busy like New York, but also totally unlike New York in its own way too. Best of both - different, but not enough to disorientate.

She checks into her hotel and then heads out to find a bar after dressing up a bit. After playing it rough for so long, she hasn’t had a chance to wear a nice dress in a while, so she tries to find a place that’s a bit classier.

The place she ends up in has nice booths and well dressed patrons that don’t look too boring, so Rosa is counting it all as a plus. She sits at the bar, orders three shots of tequila to start, and downs them instantly. Then she orders a glass of whiskey and nurses it more slowly.

It’s a couple of minutes before another glass of the same is put in front of her.

“I didn’t ask for this,” Rosa says to the bartender.

He just nods towards one of only two corners of the room visible from where Rosa is sitting, and she follows his gaze to the blonde woman sitting in the corner booth and watching her intently.

Rosa eyes for her a moment, finishes her first whiskey without breaking eye contact, and takes the gifted whiskey with her to the stranger’s booth.

“Hey,” Rosa says, nodding before sitting down.

“Hey yourself,” comes the reply, as the really very attractive stranger sips at her extremely colourful drink. She’s got a blonde bob and bangs - or do British people call it a ‘fringe’? - and it’s not a hairstyle Rosa’s particularly cared for before, but somehow this woman makes it look different.

“Thanks for the drink.”

“I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t sure it was going to work,” the woman says, making a face. “This is my first time trying any of this stuff, I don’t really understand all of the social cues.”

“Solid half of all social cues are dumb as hell anyway, don’t worry about it,” Rosa says, shrugging. “Besides, you did it just fine.”

“Did I really?” She looks rather impressed with herself. “Huh.”

They fall into a long, awkward silence. Rosa realises that she is going to have to be the one to advance the conversation by way of personal inquiries. It’s a fairly horrific thought.

“… what’s your name?” she asks, resisting the urge to make a face just from having to get the question out.

“Quill. You?”

“… Rosa.” She’s not sure if Quill has given her first name or her surname, but realistically, she doesn’t really need to know.

“I’ve not met many Americans,” Quill says after a brief silence, voice thoughtful. “I work with one, but she’s overly short and rather irritating. Scared of me, though, which is nice.”

Rosa smirks. “All of my colleagues are scared of me. Even though they’re my friends, too. Still terrified. It’s pretty awesome.”

“Impressive,” Quill replies, lifting an eyebrow. “What’s your occupation?”

“I’m a cop, NYPD. You?”

“Schoolteacher,” Quill says, making a face of extreme distaste. “Unfortunately. Physics. I teach physics. To a bunch of idiotic, obnoxious teenagers.”

“Yeah, teenagers are the worst,” Rosa agrees. “I could never do that.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty shit.” Quill takes a large gulp of her drink. “So, what brings you to this side of the earth, then? I’m assuming the NY is for New York.”

“Duh,” Rosa says, trying to act like she hasn’t tensed up at the thought of what - or rather, who - has driven her here. “And, I dunno. Dumb stuff. Needed a change of scenery. And to not see anyone I know for a while.”

For some reason, Quill finds that strangely amusing, and snorts into her drink. Rosa narrows her eyes at her.


“Nothing,” Quill says. “You’re just not a very good liar.”

“Excuse you, I’m an amazing liar,” Rosa growls.

“Prove it.”

Rosa lifts an eyebrow. “Okay. Two truths, one lie. You played before?” Quill shakes her head, but her eyes are intent, serious, and interested. She’s game. Rose normally despises this game, despises telling other people anything about herself. However, she also never backs down from a challenge. “Exactly what it sounds like. I say two truths and a lie. You try to work out which one is the lie.”

Quill quirks an eyebrow, and her lips twitch too. “Alright.”

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handmaidsonhuluI present to you, the cast of The Handmaids Tale at our premiere @tribeca ( minus a few key peeps who couldn’t be there im looking at you @amandabrugel, we missed you!!). My fellow actors are the most talented group of bad ass people and I’m so proud to work with them. I honestly thank my lucky stars every day to just be able to call them my friends:) [x] (Posted by Elisabeth Moss)

Title: The Morning After (Sequel to “An Experiment Gone Right”)

Pairing: Phan                                                                  

Rating/Warning: NC-17; basically shower sex yay                                                   

Word Count: 6,700                                                     

Summary:  It’s the morning after Dan and Phil’s infamously fantastic hookup. They battle obstacles such as Chris’s judgment, their first shower together, and defining their changed relationship. Humor, sexytimes, and all the fluff. 

A/N: Thanks for reading guys! This is the sequel to “An Experiment Gone Right” (much requested). Link to P1 here


Since it already held a respectable place on his list of favorite things, Dan was impressed to find sleep enhanced tenfold with Phil. Now it wasn’t like they hadn’t ever slept in the same bed before. There had always been some reason or another for it, whether it be crashing at an overcrowded flat, or saving space at the parents’ house, or even those nights when they became distracted by each other’s company, and fatigue hit them too hard to bother moving rooms. Sometimes it was convenience and sometimes laziness, and occasionally – when there was an especially loud storm or bad dream – it was loneliness.

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dangerouslyaddictivethings  asked:

So in our group chat we were discussing the Pens Frat AU and this is our ideas: Drunk Sid, winning at beer pong met Geno in a party. Geno approaches him and says "Good arm. What else can you do with that arm?" Meanwhile, a very drunk Flower yells "that's not the only thing the arm is good at." Tanger also hollers "he can do good shit with that arm." Him and Flower then proceed to sing in French, bursting into giggles, holding each other to stay upright. "We're geniuses." and high-five (Part 1)

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anonymous asked:

Yo my facebook friend posted "oh shit I'm racist, someone told me so :(" and then like 10 people replied, "no man, you're totally not, some assholes just think all white people are racist." Turns out, another white dude said he was racist for voting for Hillary. Which is dumb. But man, FUCK whiny "I'm not racist" kneejerk reactions. Examine whether you're being an asshole, and apologize and address it if you are.

Like a lot of shit, a good way to tell if you’re on point or not is if you get a bunch of fucking racist idiots coming out to support your statement, like in this case here. Trust me, if you were actually a good person, you wouldn’t want people this stupid and racist on your side.