you have no idea how long ive waited to post this

watching Skam in real time

so I’ve come to notice that this will be a lot of people’s first time watching Skam through the full real-time experience so I wanted to break it down and try to explain how it will go down, cause it took me a while to understand last season:

for those of you who don’t know, episodes of Skam come out in short clips throughout the week, not just as one full episode on Friday (although that is a possibility if you don’t want the full experience). The clips are released exactly when they are expected to take place. Season 4 episode 1 will begin on Monday at 13:28, which means it’s a clip of Sana in the middle of the school day.

An episode’s week starts from Saturday and ends on Friday. This means that the first clip of an episode could be released on Saturday, and the final clip that ends that episode comes out on Friday. There is always a clip on Friday, and it’s usually the longest and the most dramatic because it ends the episode. But as for the rest of the clips, we have no idea when they will be released. The first clip is usually around Saturday or Sunday, but sometimes we may have to wait until Monday if there’s nothing important to mention for the weekend. For example, we got a lot of Isak and Noora’s clips that started on the weekend so that we could get more Kollektivet action, but a lot of Eva’s were during weekdays because she would be at school or hanging out with the girls. The first episode of season 4 will begin on Monday, and will end on Friday. 

The length of the clips kind of depend on how long the episode will be. Usually we find out beforehand how long the episode that week will be, but it’s not always accurate. (I’m thinking back to when it said the final episode would be like 50 mins long or something….wow rip we really thought) The clips that get released in the beginning and the middle of the week are usually short, maybe about 3-4 minutes long. Friday clips are much longer and can range from like 7-15 minutes. 

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US Presidents As Dril Tweets
  • George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
  • John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
  • Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts
  • James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby
  • James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"
  • John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
  • Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!
  • Martin Van Buren: Food $200
  • Data $150
  • Rent $800
  • Candles $3,600
  • Utility $150
  • someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
  • William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good
  • John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this
  • James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom
  • Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying
  • Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...
  • Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
  • James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...
  • Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"
  • Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
  • Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,
  • James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now
  • Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark
  • Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site
  • Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
  • William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!
  • Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
  • William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*
  • Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
  • Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me
  • Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals
  • Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
  • Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
  • Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume
  • Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed
  • John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
  • Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
  • Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
  • Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right
  • Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
  • Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn
  • George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT
  • Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,
  • George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,
  • Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line
  • Donald Trump: no
With All My Heart - Part 1

Word Count: 1922

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals 

A/N: There will be no separate taglist for this series. For all updates, turn on post notifications for @torn-and-frayed-writes

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Five hours for one stupid mishap. Jensen couldn’t believe his own stupidity. One minute he was cutting vegetables to make himself dinner, the next the knife slipped and he’d damn near cut his own thumb off. He knew it would need at least a few stitches so instead of calling Jared and listening to the teasing forever, he wrapped it up and drove himself to the hospital where he sat for five hours before finally getting seen.

He was on his way out when he saw you waiting to check in. You didn’t look great; pale, sweaty, slightly shaky. You took a breath and he saw your eyes roll back. He knew the look and he sped into action, catching you as you collapsed, stopping you from hitting the ground. “Can I get some help?” Jensen yelled. “She just passed out!”

“What happened?” A group of nurses and a doctor rushed out with a gurney, taking you from Jensen and lying you down. “Did you bring her in?”

“No.” Jensen shook his head. “I was on my way out and I saw her about to faint. I caught her. I have no idea who she is. She’s burning up though.”

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ffxiv characters as hostile_goose tweets
  • Warrior of Light: im physically incapable of anything but a blank stare
  • Minfilia: getting real tired of occupying a physical form
  • Louisoix: designing larger, more powerful clone of myself to thrust my spirit into
  • Thancred: ILL FUCK EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM IF I HAVE TO
  • Yda: Squat game immaculate
  • Papalymo: we are but stars. wait for me, demising flares
  • Y'shtola: cat born without eyelids gets a second chance. maybe there is hope for me.
  • Alphinaud: I just feel like everyone cherishes me but no one respects me
  • Alisaie: seems like just yesterday i was in kindergarten, now im at college. soon ill be dead :)
  • Tataru: i need $80
  • Krile: the reason you're here is to expand what you know and to see how your ideas work with other ideas. also to fuck the shit out of each other
  • Urianger: You read books? I fuck books
  • Moenbryda: why
  • G'raha Tia: took a nap now I don’t know where I am
  • Yugiri: i dream of.. one day… being mammalian
  • Gosetsu: where are my sandals
  • Cid Garlond: bleep bloop motherfuckers let's get this future thing going
  • Nero tol Scaeva: dont like ambient music. prefer listening to machinery churning, grinding, releasing plumes of toxic gas. love the sound of progress
  • Gaius van Baelsar: there’s nothing wrong with hate. if you dont hate then you dont truly love something. without hate there is no love
  • Nael van Darnus: WE DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THE MOON
  • Varis zos Galvus: i am goose, king of kings look on my works ye mighty and go fuck yourself
  • Aymeric: 75,000 followers, 0 father
  • Haurchefant: Good morning gentle stallions. Do good things on this great day.
  • Estinien: yeah i got kik. kik you in the head ugly ass motherfucker
  • Ysayle: always consider the possibility and high probability that your entire perception can be misguided and false
  • Edmont: ive done something horrible.. she’s pregnant
  • Kan-E-Senna: Life is kinda like a salad but a lot less healthy; a leafy chewing experience that you die from
  • Merlwyb: FIGHT YA OWN BATTLES
  • Nanamo Ul Namo: not tall enough to reach the webcam for skype
  • Raubahn: i used to have arms
  • Lolorito: I eat money but only because it makes me look cool and fresh in front of the teenagers smoking weed at my park.
  • Ilberd: imagine being obsessed with a country. itd probably be something like being a failure in the eyes of your mediocre parents
  • Lahabrea: everything decaying. i got that apocalyptic swag
  • Elidibus: Cum on the void

anonymous asked:

Okay okay okay so ive been following this au forever and im not one for alternative univeres but 👏oh👏my👏acutal👏god👏 its the sweetest purest thing and i love it i was just wondering what you hcs are and like i cannot write to save my life i suck at grammar and plot and character development but im very inspired by this so i dont care if its a train wreck ima write a fic with this wonderful au and scream the entire time

OH BOY!!! 

Well, I’m not gonna post all my headcanons; I would like to leave the AU up to your and others’ interpretation! 

I have my own ideas about how events will go, but that’ll have to wait for later fic installments, my friend 😗

Here are some of my major headcanons for the Wedding Planner & Florist AU!

Divided into Yuuri’s side and Victor’s side for sake of organization!


YUURI

  • Yuuri and Phichit share an apartment in downtown Manhattan, three stops on the subway away from the stop the flower shop is on, so he could walk if he wanted to, but he usually takes the subway for the sake of extra sleep.

  • The Katsukis own the building their shop is in, so they have the large basement, the main store floor, a storage space on the first floor, and the rooftop for their business! The floors in between are mostly their own living space, which is inhabited by Mari, Toshiya, and Hiroko!

  • Yuuri doesn’t know flower meanings at all, except that roses sell really well during the Valentines’ season and that tulips sell well at Easter! 

  • Yuuri and Phichit were roommates where he went to school in Detroit, and since Yuuri’s family is in New York and Phichit got a job there, they decided to shack up together. They have considered getting a poodle, but the landlord doesn’t allow dogs.

VICTOR

  • Victor owns Weddings by V, a wedding planning company he started with the backing and support of Yakov and Nikola P. (Yurio’s Grandpa.) 

  • Victor and Chris worked together for some time, but Victor left his previous job (also in bridal planning) to start up his business and Chris left some time after that to pursue restaurant management.

  • Mila, Georgi, and occasionally Yuri work with Victor, and they have a variety of affiliates they work with for their weddings. 

  • Yuuri is Victor’s first “crush” in five years, since the previous guy turned out to be a massive asshole to his friends. He’s made peace with that, though!

Victor and Yuuri are also their canon ages here (27 and 23, respectively!)

Hope this provides more insight!

MC finds out she's pregnant right around when RFA++ leaves the country for about a year

Yoosung

  • Yoosung gets a scholarship to go overseas and learn
  • If it wasn’t for MC’s two jobs (she works in an office and as the RFA party planner), he would have brought her along
  • He made sure to propose and get her a ring before he left so that no guys would try to horn in on his territory
  • Once MC found out she was pregnant, she had to hide it to make sure Yoosung would focus on his studies
  • Of course, the RFA gradually found out, but MC convinced them to keep it a secret to make sure he didn’t get too distracted
  • Except, Yoosung came home on a holiday break and found her pregnant and flipped
  • On the way hand, yay! Baby!
  • On the other hand… well the emoji explains it best 😱
  • Of course MC explains, and he just…
  • He states then and there that he is going to go back, finish school ahead of time, and they are going to get married ASAP 
  • He loves her too much and wants to be with her and their child as soon as he can
  • Sure enough, in three months, Yoosung finished his program, gets home, marries MC (on paper, they plan an actual ceremony for when the baby is born) and MC has the baby
  • A few months later, they have an official ceremony (his little sister has been paid to take care of the baby during the ceremony)
  • It’s all very sweet 

Jaehee

  • After their coffee shop got popular, Jaehee wanted to go to Italy and learn more about coffee there
  • MC and Jaehee had been trying IV treatments with little success, so Jaehee figured it was a good, safe time to leave
  • But MC found out she was pregnant not too long after
  • She was going to tell Jaehee, except when Jaehee called and started raving about all the fun she was having, MC couldn’t bring herself to take it away by telling her
  • Of course, it accidentally came out when MC was around seven months along because Yoosung, well….
  • He was in a convo with Jaehee in the Messenger, and she was scolding him for gaming too much
  • “You’re going to make a great mom, Jaehee”
  • “;;;; why are you saying that now?”
  • “Well, you’ve seen how big MC is getting! She’s swelling up like a balloon!”
  • Zen pops into the convo, “Yoosung! Don’t say that about women! They’re feelings are delicate!”
  • MC pops in, “hey guys, what’s going on?”
  • “Are you gaining weight, MC?” Jaehee asks “are you okay? Are you eating right?”
  • “Wait, does she not know?” Zen asks
  • “Of course she’s gaining weight! She’s having baby!” Yoosung tacks on before anyone can stop him
  • “;;;;;; Yoosung……”
  • “IM GOING BACK TO KOREA!!!”
  • Yoosung is properly scolded by Zen and MC, but Jaehee comes back within a week
  • Jaehee ends up saying that she will only return to Italy to complete her research once their daughter is six months old
  • Which she does, but as soon as she’s done, she comes home and is the best mom ever

Zen

  • Zen got his big break
  • He was going to act in a movie overseas
  • But he was going to be gone for a year
  • MC found out she was pregnant three days before he had to leave, so she told him nothing
  • She knew him
  • Knew that he would stay and give up this opportunity, so she decided not to tell him because she didn’t want him to give this role up
  • She promised to video chat with him everyday, and talk on the Messenger as much as possible
  • The only problem was the other RFA members
  • As the pregnancy progressed, she had to tell the other members about the pregnancy and swear them to secrecy
  • Zen remained ignorant of it for six months, the whole time, the rest of the RFA feeling super guilty about keeping this from him
  • More than once, Yoosung almost spills the beans
  • Meanwhile, MC takes a picture of herself everyday that she’s pregnant so that Zen will be able to see it when he gets back
  • She hangs every ultrasound on the fridge
  • A few times, Zen asks if she’s gaining weight, at first she claims just not to be motivated to work out without her hubby around, but then she starts pretending to be offended
  • She lowers the chair of her desk so he can’t see her expanding tummy
  • He also notices her boobs get bigger (he likes)
  • After six months, Zen gets a few weeks off work because shooting is ahead of schedule, so he flies home
  • When he arrives, it’s night, and he didn’t tell her because he wants things to be a surprise
  • He gets home, sneaks through the apartment, and gets into their bedroom…. and is shocked when he sees her
  • Immediately he wakes her up and asks what the hell is going on
  • She’s frantic and embarrassed and has no idea how to explain, but she does
  • They argue
  • He confirms that he would have stayed if she had just told him, but she says that exactly why she didn’t
  • She didn’t want him to pass up this opportunity he was so excited about
  • And it’s too late for him to back out now
  • MC also admits that the RFA knew
  • He’s furious, but Yoosung acting weird and avoiding him suddenly makes sense
  • Zen, of course, spends the next two weeks catching up on everything, feeling the baby, and doting on his beloved wife
  • He’s angry that there’s a high chance of him not being around for the birth, though, given the due date
  • He doesn’t post anything on social media, either, because he doesn’t want to anyone to notice how sudden this is
  • He says he’ll post updates only after the baby is born
  • When Zen finally has to leave, he’s super unhappy, but MC assures him that she’ll hold down the fort and let him know if anything else happens
  • Once Zen is back on set, he talks to his bosses and works out with them being able to go home for the week that the baby is due
  • Of course, MC goes into labor just hours before his flight lands - He meets her at the hospital, and once the baby is born, he takes a picture of MC holding the baby and posts it
  • His fans explode, but like, 75% are happy for him (the other 25% are just envious of MC and wish they were in her place)
  • And while he has to go back on set only a week later, she constantly sends him pictures, which he then posts and/or shows off to all his cast mates
  • When he finally gets home, he just dotes on their little boy, the pictures online increase, and he just shows him off whenever he can
  • Although the little one turns out to be remarkably shy ☺️
  • Like, Zen brings him to a meet and greet with his fans, and the one to two year old whines and buries his face into his daddy’s chest because all these women are big, scary, and unfamiliar to him  

Jumin

  • Within a year of being married, Chairman Han needs Jumin to go overseas and oversee the opening of a new branch office
  • He doesn’t like leaving his bride and beloved cat at home, but he does so because he must
  • Besides that, he trusts MC to take his place and run his division until she gets back
  • Of course, MC finds out days after Jumin left that she’s carrying his baby
  • She arranges to stay in the apartment as much as possible in her later pregnancy, not telling the RFA and definitely making sure that the media doesn’t find out
  • Of course, MC gets hella antsy by herself, so she tries to stay active, she has staff that know, and they have all signed a contract to keep it a secret (breach of said contract would result in immediate termination and legal action)
  • She arranges for doctors to come to her, and the Chairman only finds out because he comes to visit her one day and she’s starting to show
  • After she explains things, including how she didn’t want Jumin to worry or not focus on his job, Mr. Chairman apologizes to her for putting her in this position, but thanks her for being so considerate
  • He also agrees to keep the secret
  • When Jumin returns to Korea at long last, Mr. Chairman and MC are waiting for him at the airport… with his three month old son
  • He’s shocked and confused, and of course they apologize for keeping this from him, but he immediately hugs MC and takes the baby in his arms
  • He also promises to “punish” MC a little for keeping this from him
  • When the RFA find out, they flip they’re collective shit
  • It’s amazing

Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung’s is the hardest
  • He had to leave on a mission, he had no idea how long he’d be gone
  • All he could do was promise to come home to her as fast as possible - MC merely kissed him goodbye
  • Two weeks later, MC found out
  • She was very open about the whole thing, but there was no word from Saeyoung
  • He had no idea because he was so deep into work he couldn’t even get on his phone and contact her
  • In the Messenger, MC posted pictures of the ultrasounds, some of the maternity clothes she bought
  • Jumin helped her find the best doctors
  • Jaehee would take her shopping and make sure she was eating right
  • Yoosung helped her learn more about babies by studying baby books with her (and also being subsequently horrified and disgusted by some of the things that would happen during the pregnancy)
  • Zen… well, Zen was pretty useless, but at least he made her laugh while she was lonely (and after they hung out over lunch, they almost started a scandal by accident)
  • When the baby was three or four months old, MC went to the park with the baby, just for a walk and some fresh air
  • “As much as I love you’re daddy, you can’t be too much like him, okay? You need sunshine! ^^”
  • When she gets home, MC finds Saeyoung sitting on the floor, surrounded by the baby’s things, crying
  • She immediately pulls him into a hug and he begs her forgiveness for leaving her when she was pregnant
  • MC forgives him easily, holds him as he cries, and introduces him to his little girl
  • First thing their daughter does upon seeing Saeyoung is grab his hair (which hasn’t been cut since MC last saw him) and pulls while giggling
  • When he realizes the baby has his hair, he starts blubbering and laughing and the same time
  • That night, he stays up the whole time, reading all the messages from the last year and watching over their daughter in her crib
  • After that, he holds their baby as much as possible, cuddles her, and coos
  • He even suggests they do a ton of family outings (i.e. park, amusement park, waterpark), some of which MC vetoes because the baby is too young

V

  • After getting his sight back, V wanted to go travel the world for a little while and create his next exhibit
  • MC sends him off with her blessing
  • He promises to keep in touch, and kisses her goodbye
  • When she finds out, she just carries on
  • She doesn’t really tell anyone or make a fuss, and since she only talks with V over the phone, he doesn’t see her growing
  • When he finally returns home, an engagement ring in his pocket for her, he discovers her holding a child
  • Immediately he’s wracked with guilt, but she assures him that it’s fine 
  • She just hands him the baby and tells him as long as he’s there for their children, everything is fine
  • When he realizes she said children, she goes into the other room and pulls out their other baby
  • Now he feels twice as bad, because she had twins alone, but their son and daughter are happy and healthy, so she tells him it’s fine
  • V proposes to her a few days later, showing her the ring he bought overseas
  • She, of course, accepts
  • The next two exhibitions he makes are focusing on her and their children respectively

Saeran

  • Actually…. I lied Saeran’s is the hardest
  • MC told him she was pregnant
  • He didn’t take it well
  • He didn’t take as badly as she thought, but he was super terrified and didn’t think he was up to the task
  • So he ran away
  • Yeah, he left MC alone to give birth to and raise their child
  • He didn’t say anything before he left, just disappeared into the night the day he found out and… she didn’t hear from him again
  • Truth be told, he left because he wanted to insure their child’s future and safety, and the best way to do that was to remove any major threats against them
  • Also, he left because he needed to get better and be in a place where he could be a father to this child
  • Of course, when he returned things weren’t exactly… easy.
  • He wasn’t welcomed back with open arms.
  • His brother and the RFA all but shunned him, and MC refused to talk to him or let him see the baby
  • The only reason Saeran got to see the baby and prove he was ready to be there and be a father and make up for leaving was MC had to go to work and Saeyoung was her emergency baby sitter
  • And Saeran was staying with Saeyoung at the time, and Saeyoung had an emergency he suddenly had to take care of, so he ended up leaving the baby alone with him
  • Saeran did his best, got out the teething toys when the baby started crying, and kept the baby as calm as possible until Saeyoung could come back
  • Truth be told, Saeyoung recorded the whole thing so that when MC showed up to pick up the baby, he could show that Saeran deserved a chance to make it up to her
  • A few emergency babysitting sessions later and MC allowed Saeran into their babies life
  • Eventually, he wins MC back
Adrien's Game IV: The Revenge

**Disclaimer and links to other parts of this series are at the bottom of this post.  If you see a text in bold and linked, it leads to another of my ramblings.**


You know those post-2000s remakes that give you the TMI version of a character’s back story? Yeah…y’all can blame (or thank) @luciemiddleford for giving me ideas.


In Horrificator (Revised):

  • The kids are doing a movie for REASONS and
  • Mylène and Adrien are playing the leads
  • how did they get her to agree to this btw?
  • she had to have known it was a horror movie, right?
  • RIGHT?
  • predictably, she gets scared
  • not of how handsome her lead is (which is understandable)
  • …of this
  • hey I’m not gonna judge; some people have a fear of luchadores
  • also I can tell you from personal experience that wearing a burlap sack on your head is itchy and smelly
  • …which makes Mylène’s smelly wolf song much more relevant…
  • …ANYway, Chloe opens her damn mouth
  • You know you’ve gone too far when the Sunshine Child calls you out on your bitchiness
  • Mylène is OUT you guys
  • Who’s gonna take her part?
  • Adrien: *hopeful look at Marinette*

Will Adrien finally catch a break?  Find out after the cut…

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some general tips for people with executive dysfunction

1. invest in a can of dry shampoo!!! they’re not particularly expensive (mine is batiste brand, i got it for $8).  showering a lot can suck for low energy people, esp people who are trying to get their hair to adjust to getting washed less offten (hair gets oily very quickly after long periods of being washed every day) and this can save lot of time while also making you feel clean!! 

2. BANANAS ARE A GODSEND. i get very sick in the morning, and im also perpetually low on energy, which usually makes me opt out of breakfast. but bananas are quick, easy, filling, and (fun fact) make you less nauseous somehow? idk. they’re great. if you never eat breakfast like me, try to start buying bananas more often as its a really good backup 

(this one’s kind of big so ill break it down so its easier to read) 

3. clean stuff as soon as possible rather than waiting for it to build up. it doesn’t have to be huge, time consuming tasks. just small steps to save yourself from some stress in the future. 

  • pick up clothes from the floor the second you take it off and put it in the washing machine. you don’t have to turn it on or do the washing now, but now its off your floor which is great!
  • throw stuff in the trash can the first time around instead of having it pile up. take empty cups/plates into the kitchen right away (you can go around the house, or even just your room and pick up dishes whenever you need to take a break from working or studying)
  • quickly do your bed first thing!! it doesn’t have to be extremely neat, honestly just dust off your covers, fold it at the foot of your bed and fluff your pillows a bit!! it took a minute but now your room looks a lot cleaner!

4. break up everything into small tasks/create routines that are very specific! my example will be showering.

  • when i shower, i break it up into very very specific parts. the first thing, probably the hardest, is getting myself in the shower. focusing on how showering is not a stressful activity, how it feels good and how good you feel after can definitely minimize the amount of time i spend psyching myself to get up, as overtime the idea of showering becomes an intrinsic part of your day rather than a task or chore. 
  • after i get myself in, the hardest part’s done, and i can relax. i do my routine, which at this point, has become a no brainer. my routine is: shampoo, conditioner (but i dont wash it out), body wash/soap, face wash, brushing my teeth (yes i brush my teeth in the shower fuck off two birds with one stone), and then finally i wash the conditioner out! this is weird but if im done extra quickly, i’ll let myself just stand there until the water runs cold bc idk i really like showering?? 

starting a new routine is always difficult but just stick with it. you can start introducing a routine one task at a time, you can remember to just wash your hair and then get out if thats all the energy you have today. and dont be ashamed about music in the shower!!! i played music on my phone in the shower every day for a year maybe? ive stopped now bc my last phone’s headphone port broke bc of water damage but anyway thats not relevant 

5. keeping a calendar and planner is great in feeling good and organized. you dont have to get a super expensive bullet journal, just start small. i got my current calendar as a christmas gift (theres food puns every month i love it) and my school provides planners. dont feel obligated to use it EVERY DAY and constantly have the best handwriting. just keep it on your desk in class and at home for whenever you need it

6. music and podcasts are good for any time. waking up but feeling super anxious and you dont want to get up? music/podcasts drown out your thoughts and can help you start your day in a nice way. studying and feeling really bored and annoyed?? listen to your favorite songs. trying to go to sleep but your annoying brain wont shut up? nice chill podcasts, or even just longish youtube videos help. 

  • music (especially instrumental music) is best for when you need to think and focus on a task. podcasts are good for menial tasks that dont require you to think that much, as podcasts are more engaging and have you focus on something so you feel less bored/procrastinatey!!! 
  • my favorite songs to listen to when studying are actually playlists ive made! (here and here) and my podcast/video recommendations are off topic and grumpcasts/long game grumps videos, but i understand that this isnt for everyone (cw: lots of swearing, dark humor, stupid casual racism/sexism/transphobia/ableism but its just something i put up with bc i really like michael jones)

i can’t really think of anything else right now!! these are just all the things i do that actually do help a lot

i see lots of sentiment in the studyblr community that basically says “your future self wont be pleased with your pathetic excuses right now :)” and stuff like that and just…please remember that executive dysfunction is never “just an excuse”, it is a legitimate reason for not being able to complete tasks. feeling frustrated with yourself is normal, but you should never be made to feel guilty for not being able to do something, no matter how menial or how crucial. you’re great and you can do this <3

anonymous asked:

Person a tripping in the street and person b whomst is a stranger to them catches them and accidentally dips them ( like the dance thing u know)

Justin Oluransi likes to walk, and being in this city so far has been nothing but walking.

Walking from the subway to the hotel to the pharmacy back to the hotel, then to the hospital in the morning for his interview and from there to the deli for an early lunch then back to the hotel and then just - out to explore midtown.

New York City is all. walking. all. the. time. And it’s beautiful clear weather on a breezy spring midmorning.

He loves it.

It’s like a dance, weaving between the many pedestrians, pausing for cars in the street but not waiting for the signal to turn green, picking up the pace to get away from the creepy dude following too closely, and then slowing down to enjoy the atmosphere - suddenly halting to catch his breath when he turns a corner and sees the Empire State Building.

What a sight, what a rush, what a thrill! The only thing missing would be a -

“Shit!”

A man bumps into him from behind so hard he’s twisted around and Justin’s glad he’s got quick reflexes because otherwise the man would have hit the concrete with the back of his head.

Instead, Justin has an arm under his shoulders and the other hand gripping the man’s waist tight to keep him cradled against his chest.

Wide green eyes stare up at him, and for a moment Justin can’t think. Those eyes are mesmerizing - they’re beautiful, soft, sweet. Justin’s lost in them.

It takes a moment for him to register that the other man’s hands are both gripping his arm tight, fingers digging into the light fabric of his favorite salmon hoodie, and he realizes he should help the man back to his feet.

“Sorry,” Justin says, pulling him into an upright position and letting his hands linger on the other man’s biceps for a moment to make sure he can support his own weight just fine.

“Chyeah, no, please, I’m sorry, I just, uh -” The other man is fumbling for words, running his hands over himself and then reaching up to right the cap on his head. “My legs don’t always send letters of intent to my brain, so sometimes my body wants to keep a pace and my legs just like - bolt for no apparent reason and I tumble over myself like a newborn fawn and it’s not - uh..”

He finally looks up and meets Justin’s gaze and for a moment Justin thinks he might lose himself in those beautiful eyes again, but the other man seems to suddenly regain control of himself upon catching sight of him. He straightens and stands taller, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and licking his lips.

Justin does,, not follow the movement. Nope.

The other man clears his throat. “That wasn’t very chill of me.”

Justin laughs and the other man smiles softly in response.

“That’s ok,” Justin says. And then, because this man is really beautiful and Justin has never passed up an opportunity to flirt with beautiful people, he says “I was just thinking about how walking around here is like dancing, and then you waltzed into my arms for one heck of a grand finale.”

That gets a surprised laugh and a hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks, Justin can tell.

God, this man is beautiful.

“I’m Justin,” he says, extending his hand forward.

“Derek,” the other man - Derek - says.

When their palms meet Justin has to will himself not to stare at the way they fit in each other so well, or how they look clasped like that, or how long Derek’s fingers are.

“So uh,” Derek says, pulling his hand away but letting his fingers trail along Justin’s just slightly. “You pick up dance partners on 6th Av often?”

“Shit, is that the street this is? I thought I was on Broadway?”

He has to look around for a second, because if he got lost he has no idea how he’s gonna get back to the hotel and he cant handle being lost right now.

But Derek’s easy laugh flows over him, as does his gentle touch on his shoulder to draw Justin’s attention back to him.

“Yeah, Broadway’s right here. It just intersects here, see.” He’s pointing out all the street signs around them. “You probably just walked one block this way without realizing.”

“God, I’m such a tourist.”

Derek laughs again, and Justin loves how it sounds. “That’s alright, so’s everyone else.”

“You’re not from here either?”

“Oh no, I was born and raised on the Upper East Side. But everyone’s a tourist in this city bro, even the locals. Tourism is a state of mind.”

Justin lets that hover in the air for a moment. He watches Derek’s face and the way he seems so much more collected now, so much more in control and - chill.

“I’d love to have a five hour conversation with you about that one sentence.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” Justin revels in the curious look adorning Derek’s face and asks “Where can we get coffee and talk into the sunset?”

Derek smirks and Justin can feel in his bones that he is not going to make the flight home tonight.

But that’s ok, maybe he won’t go home. Maybe he’ll stay in this city, take that position at the hospital, and maybe… maybe he’ll have Derek show him around in the meantime.

forgotten-pumpkinpie  asked:

Hello!! I'm looking for a few super fluffy, cute enough to make you gag but still want more AUs that take place in a coffee shop, library, or book store!! Please and thank you :)

i think i can help you with that!

this post is going to be a bit long so i’ll divide it into two parts :)

library/bookstore aus

coffee shop aus

  • i tell myself that i come here because of the coffee but really it’s just because of the barista that works here every morning
    • heck, i don’t even like coffee
  • by god this is the most awful cup of coffee i’ve ever had but you looked so pleased with yourself when you handed it to me and now i don’t have the heart to throw it away
    • so yes, i am going to down this entire coffee and i am going to like it
  • you come in here practically every day and we chat quite a lot but i feel awful because i still can’t remember your name yet i can remember your order off by heart
    • i change my name everyday because it’s adorable whenever you ask for my name and it’s not what you expected you have a little look of surprise mixed with disappointment and it’s the best thing i’ve ever seen.
  • we’re both on our computers doing work and i hadn’t really taken any notice of you until you randomly airdropped a document onto my computer saying; ‘can i buy you a coffee sometime?’
  • i was having a really bad day and my patience was practically non-existent at this point, unfortunately you messing up my order was the final thing to make me snap. 
    • and yes, i did just start crying in the middle of an overcrowded coffee shop. 
      • “here, let me get you another coffee and we can talk about it if you want.”
        “…okay.”
  • i keep putting cheesy pick-up lines on your cups but i don’t think you realise because you’ve never said anything back, that was until one day i put my phone number on your cup and i actually got a text from you later that day. 
  • you were my favourite barista at the coffee shop and we’d always talk on your shift, you sometimes mentioned in passing how if we talked to much your boss would fire you - of course, you said it in such a joking way that i assumed it was just casual humour. that was until when i arrived one morning and saw you weren’t there, instead you were waiting for me in the coffee shop but not as a barista, as a customer.
    • “i got you fired! i’m so so sorry! how can i repay you?”
      “seriously, don’t worry about it. i never liked this job that much anyway.”
      “… can i at least buy you a coffee?”
  • instead of going out for dinner, we go out for coffee instead
  • you come in at least two times a day and it’s getting a bit worrying, you seem so on edge all the time and the amount of caffeine you take in can’t be healthy. 
    • i changed your order and gave you decaffeinated coffee instead
      • i looked over at you when i tasted my coffee as if to say; “why?” but you just smiled sincerely and i feel as if my heart just exploded 
  • did you seriously just order tea… at a coffee shop
  • im the new barista and you’re my co-worker, you’re the best barista in the shop and i didn’t believe it until i tasted your coffee and holy shit, how is this humanely possible?????? teach me your ways !!
  • ive never been to a starbucks before and i have no idea what any of this means and the people behind me are getting kinda annoyed, could you help me out??
    • “that makes no sense, ‘venti’ means twenty in italian not large”
      “i’ve been working here for five years and i think about this everyday don’t worry.”

- jess

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Slumber Party

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, detailed smut for all my fellow sinners, unprotected sex (I shouldn’t have to say this, but wrap it before you tap it.) oral sex (female receiving) and I think that’s it.

Word count: 2749 (this is an apology for not posting a lot)

Sorry to my followers; I know I’m shit at updating and posting but i hope you accept this sincere apology on my behalf. Enjoy the sin.


“Hey Seb, where’s the Bailey’s?” You yell down the hall of your friend’s apartment. You had just gone through a break up, and you wanted some drinks, and comfort. It’s not like it was a bad breakup; it was mutual, but you still didn’t want to be alone. And who better to be comforted by than your lifetime friend, Sebastian?

Plus, he has really good booze.

“There is no Bailey’s! It was just Christmas! You expect there to be Bailey’s left after Christmas?” He yells back, clearly amused at your obvious lack of thinking. Of course there’s none left.  

With a sigh, you plopped down onto the couch, waiting for Seb to get into his pyjamas to start the movie. You had settled on Star Wars episode IV, because neither you or Seb had seen it in ages. And if felt right, because Carrie Fisher was one of your favorite actors ever, other than the one and only Sebastian Stan. Obviously.

If you’re to be brutally honest, you were too busy spacing out to notice Seb had joined you, until a pillow hit you in the face, causing you to jump.

“Oh, is that how it is?” You ask, a smile creeping its way onto your face as you grab the pillow he just threw at you.

“Oh, that’s how it is.” He replies, and instantly jumps onto the couch to attack you. He has his signature smirk on his face, and you have plans to wipe it off. With a pillow.

Since you are a lot smaller than him, you have a bit of an advantage. It’s always been like that. You usually jump on his back, and slightly smother him with the pillow, but this time, its different. He has been training with Don, and he is a lot stronger than you, so when you jump on his back, it barely affects him. Instead of trying to throw you off, he just flops down onto his back, crushing you.

Hey; it’s not like you care. You can feel every muscle through his exceedingly thin shirt, and you’re basically in heaven.

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Here’s a fic based on the first part of this post w/ College AU klance, Lance sick and stranded at the airport, and Keith knowing what caretaking is.

For Lance, bad news comes in the form of a woman’s voice, calmly notifying the lobby full of passengers that their flight to Michigan has been delayed for five hours due to severe weather conditions. His stomach drops. Uncomfortable dread washes over him. He can’t take another five hours in the airport, he just can’t.

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my fav lil things abt rap monster

- doesn’t trust hobi and jk because they’d eat even when they say they’re full
- how he takes his time to edit pictures on twt
- the fondness in his voice when he says “ayo suga” during ‘move’
- it’s not supposed to be deep but he’ll make it deep
- reads
- how he was followed around by tae for a long time but had no idea
- his dream to buy a house and rent it out
- “it’s r-a-p monster not d-a-n-c-e monster” & tht entire bomb
- @ mon studio
- imitating a birdie during baepsae
- “I take care of my team member, v”
- can be easily be mistaken as a model
- can’t draw n act n cook
- tht time he forgot the chorus of ‘born singer’ even tho he wrote it
- the dimpled grins tht make my heart grow flowers
- reading fan letters or writing lyrics on his phone during his free time
- The Iconic Moves aka the two fingers on an eye n slapping his own face
- The Look when he’s on ‘problematic men’
- when tae asked if he could say smth and he just said “shut up” dkskji
- the acknowledgement of both male and female fans through ‘i know’
- !!!v weak for maknae line, will do anything they say & go along w their shit
- how he mumbles lyrics
- the precious #kimdaily & #rmusic
- singing rly loud w his earphones in
- when he saw a pic of him looking like a producer staff and he started zooming in n complaining djjcdnfhdd cutest
- when jk said he looked like an egg while he was brushing his teeth and he just gagged in response
- caught a rly tiny frog the size of a fingernail
- the fancafe post abt running, reminding us tht it’s alright to be sad….upset…it’s ok
- silver-ish blue hair
- believes in yoongs and hobi the most
- tht one time he stuffed fries in his nose
- can name ANY gg song in less than a second but cannot dance to them to save his life
- The Core Of Bangtan™
- “woah wait a minute, [the octopus] got bigger!”
- when he was w tae alone in the sky and he was trying to connect w him but tae was like no and he was so sad abt it
- everything tht happened in the 4things show
- idk how to make this sound normal but when he tilts his head up and raps you can see his adams apple bobbing up and down oh my god it’s the hottest thing ive ever seen (specifically his part in ‘hold me tight’ in the hyyh concert dvd)
- thanking everyone through multiple languages
- tht way he talks in english
- when tae got home rly late n tried to sleep but rm grabbed his hand and said “oh, you’re back” without letting go
- ik…he’s said shit but pls dnt use tht to attack him he’s been apologizing through fancafe posts and learning so, yes pls acknowledge it but still respect him as a human…..you don’t have to love him to treat him properly…pls let him learn from his mistakes (which doesn’t include belittling him and sending malicious threats……it won’t do both parties any good)

jin | yoongs | hobi | hobi pt.2 | jimin | tae | jk

Say You Wont Let Go

Jungkook x Reader // oneshot // 5k words

Summary: Jungkook just wanted to have one night where he didn’t think about you, but unfortunately for him that can never happen.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of alcohol and vomiting

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG!! I feel so bad but ive spent a long ass time on this so I hope you like this oneshot!!! Its inspired by the song say you wont let go by James Arthur I literally love that song so much. enjoy!

Jungkook was hellbent on not going to the club that night. He really was. After an extremely long, and tiring concert all he wanted to do was crash in the dorms, and play Mario Kart with the rest of his band mates while consuming a copious amount of junk food. Unfortunately for him, his hyungs were all riding their post concert high and wanted to finish the night with shots and girls.

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anonymous asked:

wait can u further explain the cinderella au u want

.YES I VERY MUCH CAN

okay so lets consider: cinderenjolras 

he’s kind! he has courage! he’s charming and helpful and compassionate and his stepmother is a shit and his stepsisters are shits but that’s okay! he will bear this injustice for the good of others! he’s working hard, one could even say he’s busting ass, cause he’s waiting for his time to come. and it’s gonna come. the people will rise, and all that. so he does his chores and he studies his books and he waits. 

and then we come to grantaire! this is what i mean by a kind of cinderella au because i dont? want him to be a prince? who knows Who grantaire is, but he lives in the local village and happens to cross paths with enjolras Very Often. it’s uncanny, the amount of times these two have bumped into each other. 

the first time, they were ever so polite to each other, and then on their separate ways. the second time, they found themselves in a heated debate on whether or not the prince’s decision of inviting Everyone™ to the ball is honourable or shameful. the third time, grantaire ended up wandering entirely off his chosen path for the sole reason of having more time to pick enjolras’ argument about the actual merits of a monarchy apart. 

so, yeah, they know each other. 

and this ball that the prince is throwing has enjolras’ stepfam all in a kerfuffle, because both his stepsisters are planning on marrying the prince. it doesn’t occur to any of them, caught up in their own fantasies of such a fanciful marriage, that the prince could possibly want to marry a man, so the subject of enjolras attending isn’t really an issue.

(in fact. enjolras looks rather regal, even in his rags, so it would befit them to dress him up and have him Escort them.)

enjolras is horrified at the prospect of actually attending a royal ball, until. until he’s chatting to courf one day, and courfeyrac just mentions that he and some of the others will be going, just to drink and eat and have some fun, paying no mind to the royal family.

despite himself, enjolras asks if grantaire is going to be there– he is, aparently, loathe to pass up an opportunity to drink for free. and he’ll never admit it, because grantaire is infuriating and lacking any courage at all, but this maybe makes the prospect of a royal ball a little more bearable.

the ball is in two weeks, which means theres a lot of preparation to be done. enjolras is in and out of town, checking up on the many, many gowns his fam are having made for the big night, meeting up with the others, etc etc. he bumps into grantaire a few times, too, and they do their usual routine of arguing, talking, (even laughing, these days. their debates are starting to lose their damaging heat and have more of a…..warmth. it confuses the both of them.)

one evening enjolras loses track of time at the musain, and the sun sets before he can make it home. grantaire declares that it is far too dangerous for him to possibly try to make the short journey by himself, and offers to accompany him. you know, to protect from thieves and monsters lurking at the edges of the forest. the usual stuff. enjolras, keen to keep up with their current debate (and that weird, warm feeling that comes with it) accepts, and off the go.

their debate tapers off, as they walk, and they get on to talking about more personal things. enjolras, looking back on this conversation later, will have no idea why he told grantaire about his parents, and his stepfamily, but he did. grantaire in turn tells him about the passing of his own parents, and the farm he helps around in return for a room and some money that admittedly he does tend to waste on drink, but has a vague ambition of one day spending on paints and such.

“do they treat you well?” 
“better than i deserve, i’m sure. and you?”

and grantaire has never seen enjolras look sad in his life, but then he says, “as well as they’re able.” and he’s a little bit floored. 

“i’m sorry,” he says, and enjolras shakes his head and is Full Of Regret, because he’s really not one to show his own vulnerabilities, thank you. 

and that’s it. that’s the Moment that things change between them, a subtle shift in their own dynamic, even if neither of them notice it. 

so comes the ball! everyone is dressed up, having fun, drinking, making merry. enjolras has no fucking clue where his sisters are but he pities the men they’ve cornered, and, okay, maybe he’s a lil distracted looking out for grantaire. and suddenly! he appears!

enjolras, as stated before, somehow always looks regal. grantaire does not. he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him without straw in his hair, all unkempt curls flying everywhere, and his clothes are simple, usually grass stained or wine stained or paint stained. 

the point is, grantaire looks awfully fancy. and for a few moments enjolras is like HOLY SHIT HE LOOKS SO HOT, but then. then he realises how uncomfortable he looks in all his Fanciness, and he’s not so impressed. because he doesn’t really look like Grantaire? grantaire smiling stiffly in ridiculous clothes is nothing compared to grantaire laughing deeply, with straw in his hair and his shirt half-undone.

and this is the moment when enjolras leans on combeferre and is like, fuck, dude. cause he’s totally in love with grantaire. 

anyway ive been rambling for so long so, tldr, they dance, they dance some more, they walk home together, they kiss and eventually they get married and have their own little farm and the monarchy fails and the revolution is successful. the end.

Chamber of Secrets - Part 1

Originally posted by nctaliaromanova

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

Word count: 1809 words

A/N: This is the first ever series I’m posting, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Since I don’t have a tag list, I’m tagging those who inspired me to start posting my writing on Tumblr, I hope you guys don’t mind. I will untag you if you don’t want to be tagged :)

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Tags: @bovaria@thenightmarebeforebucky@beccaanne814-blog@buckyywiththegoodhair@rheavanya@cassiopeiassky@avengerofyourheart


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Lotance: On a whim

Prince Lotor had never wanted for anything in his life that he couldn’t have.

So why should this be different?

Haggar stands beside him, as he studies the video feed once more. The five of them seem so small, so insignificant compared to the millions of droids at his disposal. How have they evaded their grasp for so long? Paladins or not, they are nothing compared to the might of the Galra empire. The camera angle shifts, and he watches as they approach a computer console. The Red one unlocks it with his hand, and Lotor wonders if he has Galra ancestry; he must, for his fighting style is distinctly familiar. He lets Haggar take over the battle commands, lets her send a battalion to intercept them before they complete their goal.

He has learned from his father’s mistakes; he will not underestimate them.

So he watches, watches how the Black one leads, the Red one fights, how the Green hacks, and the Yellow destroys. Then a new color appears on screen. Blue. At first, there is nothing that causes him to stand out. He doesn’t seem to excel in any area, or do anything notice worthy. And then Lotor sees it.

The Blue paladin moves with a kind of fluidity that the others do not possess. He’s like water, malleable, and smooth, having a distinctness that the others do not have. Lotor doesn’t notice the other Paladins anymore. There is nothing but him, no one else matters.

It appears that the squadron that Haggar sent was too much for them to handle. He sends them away, with Haggar’s disapproval. He’ll let them fight another day. Prince Lotor knows when to wait, and so he does.

OoOoOoOo

Prince Lotor does not care for the opinions of his generals. He may have given his ear to the witch, but she was never a betrayer, unlike those of his army. General Harkus kneels before him, a quiet defiance in his stance, however submissive it appears.

“My Lord, please reconsider. By focusing on the planets in the Zoraan quadrant, we’ll have enough Quintessence by the next quarter to-”

Prince Lotor silences him with the wave of a hand. “Our biggest threat right now is not a lack of Quintessence. Even if it were, Haggar is capable of dealing with that on her own. We will focus on the Paladins of Voltron. They are our priority.”

General Harkus doesn’t reply.

Haggar steps forward from her place beside the throne. “Do you understand the orders given to you by your Emperor?”

General Harkus flinches and dips his head. “Yes, my Lord. Vrepit Sa.”

Prince Lotor returns the greeting. “Vrepit Sa.”

As he leaves the throne room, Lotor alerts the guards. He’s not going to end up like his father. Any dissenters to his rule will be killed; there will be no room for rebellion.

OoOoOoOoO

He sees the Blue Paladin again during a jail break. He is not sure why they bother with rescuing the likes of them. They are captives, kept for entertainment. Most of them are useless; they can’t fight or fly, and so most will simply die. It’s a waste of resources to storm such a secured ship, but Prince Lotor must admit, they have gotten efficient at it.

As Haggar sends more troops their way, real Galra soldiers this time, not droids, he wonders how well he will stand up in battle. Will he be injured in the name of others? Is he really willing to die for the sake of nameless aliens marked for death?

Prince Lotor watches from his throne room as the Paladins are swarmed by Galra. The Green one is cornered quickly, but the Blue Paladin quickly disposes of him. The Black Paladin doesn’t have any trouble with the five that focus on him, nor does the Red. The Yellow Paladin provides support from a distance, while the Blue alternates between long and short distance attacks.

It’s mesmerising how he moves between his two roles: attacker and defender. Somehow he manages to do both, as if both styles are not completely different.

Prince Lotor is mesmerized.

He has an idea, one that will get him what he wants, while doing justice to his father’s dream.

OoOoOoOoO

Prince Lotor watches as the Paladins rise to the bait, storming the ship without a second thought. The holographic prisoners watch them in feigned surprise as they attempt to unlock the cages. It’s priceless how their faces change when they realise that they did not open the cages, but rather, alerted the guards to their positions. They rise from trap doors in the holes of the cells, and come at them relentlessly.

The Blue Paladin looks frightened, and it’s a wonderful expression for him to wear. Nonetheless, he keeps fighting. They all keep fighting, even as they sustain injury after injury, they fell droid after droid.

He watches carefully, and can pinpoint the exact moment when they lose hope. The Black Paladin does not fight as swiftly as he did before; he can barely stand upright. The small one is unmoving on the floor, struggling to keep consciousness as the Red guards, attempting to holding off two droids, even as he himself bleeds out.

“It’s time, Haggar.” He says, standing up from his throne. Haggar doesn’t reply, but when he blinks, he is no longer in his throne room, but in the bloodied hall. The Blue Paladin is injured, but his aim doesn’t falter as Prince Lotor approaches. The remaining droids fall back to serve as a guard, and he can see the relief creeping into their stances. They grip their weapons a little less tightly, and their stances are a little less sturdy; these are the things his father taught him to look for, so that he knew when best to attack his enemy and when best to strike a deal.

“Blue Paladin,” He calls. It’s the first time that he’s said the name aloud, and it feels wonderful. “Let’s make a deal.”

The Blue Paladin looks surprised, almost comically so. “Uh, okay.” He replies. His weapon is starting to lower.

“Come with me and I will allow your friends to live.”

He hesitates. The Red Paladin bares his teeth, utters a growled, “No.”

“Choose me, or you shall burn.”

Prince Lotor’s Droids raise their guns, and he can feel the heat of them, standing in their center.

He can tell the exact moment when he realizes that he’s been beat. The Blue Paladin has no choice.

He doesn’t look back at his fellow Paladins as he places his Bayard on the ground gently, nor when he starts to cross the distance between them.

“No!”

“Lance, don’t do it!”

“Stop!”

But he doesn’t.

When the Blue Paladin is within his reach, he grabs his wrist, and pulls him into his grasp. He sees the Red Paladin running towards him, as if to stop his retreat. It would only require the flick of a wrist to kill him. But Prince Lotor remembers honor, and lets him fall to his knees as Haggar teleports him back to his ship with his new prize. It’s more satisfying, he thinks as his feet meet familiar ground again. He runs his fingers through the Blue Paladin’s hair, marvels at the softness of it. Up close, he’s even prettier.

No, he won’t be like his father.

Prince Lotor always gets what he wants.

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