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fratful  asked:

How's your day going?

good!! currently on a flight from NYC back home to LA… so ready to be in my own bed for a night. i’ve been traveling so much for work lately that i’m really starting to cherish the time i’ve got at home. spent a few days in NYC to film videos & hang with friends from high school, and this weekend i’m heading to florida to work on a project i’ve been organizing for a while. (ps, sidenote, if you’re in/around orlando, i’ve got some stuff happening this weekend that i’d love to see you at!! details coming soon on my twitter/insta - @tyleroakley). long story short: busy, tired, grateful, excited, inspired, humbled, ready for vacation.

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 1

Words: 1600+

Request: [screams] tIME TRAVEL AU WITH A. HAM (like bam u wake up one day in the 18th century) 👌 @ghcstflower

Warnings: Cursing, small mention of linnamonroll

A/N: making this into a series peeps! i didn’t think that a one-shot would suffice for what i wanted to write, soooooo, here it is!

Part 2


You grew up in Northeast New Jersey, so taking the bus back from NYC and your hometown wasn’t as hard as many might think. You soon heard about this new musical that many were anxious to see, and even your friends were constantly telling you about it. You ignored them, of course, because Broadway felt like an opera to you. Listening to showtunes and watching a show about one of the founding fathers just was not your cup of tea.

“Come on, Y/N! Just one song, please!” You friend begged, holding out their phone to you. You sighed, sipping on your coffee. It was freezing outside, below zero. You wore the biggest coat you owned, with giant earmuffs you found in one of your boxes.

You recently moved back to NJ, tired of the city life in Manhattan. Your family was right; living in the city was for people who were always on the go. Since you were the opposite of that, a writer, bumping into people in the streets every day, passersby’ stepping on your toes, was not the most entertaining thing you’ve done. Living there for four months was enough for you.

“No.” You grumbled, looking out the window of the local coffee shop. Your friend continued to whine about the stupid musical, and you eventually gave in, putting on the earbuds that she gave you. She played the opening song, called Alexander Hamilton. You smirked at the cheesiness, but pressed play.

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean…”

The song trailed on, and you bumped your head to the beat unconsciously, listening to the lyrics. You were surprised on how it sounded more like a mainstream song than a play. You didn’t notice your friend grinning at you, doing a little fist pump.

After the song finished, you gave her back her phone, sipping on your coffee once more. She looked at you, expecting a reaction. You shrugged, playing with your straw.

“It was alright.” Her eyes widened at your response. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of saying that you actually liked it, so denying it was the best way to go.

“Alright? It’s amazing, Y/N! Lin Manuel worked on this play for years, it’s anything but alright.” She mocked your tone, and you frowned at her.

“I told you, I don’t like Broadway shows. They’re boring and follow the same theme. I’m not interested.” She put her face in her hands, shaking her head slowly. You grinned at her actions, bringing your gaze back to the scene outside. Everyone seemed to be always on the move; headphones in and ignoring the world around them. You pitied them; they will never understand the world outside their screens.

“How am I friends with you?” She mumbled.

The rest of the time you were enjoying your break, she told you all the facts of the musical, even showing you some of the cast members. You couldn’t help but stare longer at the man who created the musical; Lin Manuel Miranda.

He was handsome, really handsome. You made a mental note of searching him up later, when your friend wasn’t bugging you about some tickets that she got. She convinced you to join her to see the musical, since your other friend cancelled on her last minute.

“If I go see this with you, would you stop trying to make me listen to the rest of the soundtrack?” You asked, throwing away the empty container into the recycling bin. She nodded quickly, to the point where you wondered if she gave herself whiplash.

“See you tomorrow!” She skipped away, trying to catch the next bus to bring her back home to Manhattan. You looked the train back to your town in NJ, taking less than twenty minutes to get there. You dragged yourself up the stairs, and into the apartment, closing the door behind you.

Later that night, you researched Lin Manuel Miranda. You were surprised that he wrote other plays, and won various awards for things that he created. It was a shock that he was single, his good looks and achievements made you think he’d be married and have children already. As you stalked this man online, your eyes began to close, blinking slowly. Before you fell asleep, you clicked on a link. Your eyes drooped closed, your face falling on your keyboard.

The sun shined in your face, causing you to blink quickly, glaring through your semi open lids. You groaned, rolling over. You reached for your phone, feeling a plant tangled in your fingers instead. You blinked, pushing yourself off the grass.

Wait.

Grass.

You were sleeping outside.

On the grass.

You looked around you, realizing that you were in an open field. It was eerily quiet, not even the birds chirping or the scurrying of squirrels climbing trees. A tent a few hundred feet away caught your attention, so you decided to approach it. You were still dressed in your sweats and tank top, what you thought you wore to bed. Before you reached the tent, a man came out, dressed in what seemed like a colonial uniform from the 1800s. His back was to you, but you noticed that his brown hair was long, pulled back into a hair tie. For some reason, your stomach churned staring at the man.

Did you stumble across some revolutionary reenactment? Is that why the man looked threatening, like he would shoot you at first glance? You searched your mind for some reason as to why you were outside, but the last thing you remembered was sitting next to your laptop.

You went against every instinct that told you not to go to the man, pushing your feet forward. He stopped moving, and you hesitated. He held his musket tight in his hand, quickly turning around to face you. He pointed his gun at your chest, an angry look on his face. You raised your hands quickly, shaking.

His eyes met yours, and he lowered his gun, confused. You gasped at the face in front of you.

It was Lin-Manuel Miranda. The famous guy you were researching last night.

“Miss, what are you doing out here?” He questioned, his hands still tight on the gun. You stumbled on your words, star-struck.

“Uh, I’m, um…” He put his gun in his holder on the side of him. His eyes were stuck on your body, the heat rising in his face. You wondered if he never saw a woman in a tank top before. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here.”

His eyes quickly made it back to your face, clearing his throat. “You did not answer my question, miss.” He replied, standing up straight.

“I’m sorry, but I have no clue why I’m out here. I woke up on this field. Maybe I sleep walk?” You said, lowering your arms. The leaves rustled on nearby trees, causing you to shiver, holding your arms tight against his chest. Lin realized how cold you were, and took off his overcoat, passing it to you. You thanked him, quickly throwing it on your body.

“Do you know where your home is? It must be close by.” You looked around, recognizing nothing in the vicinity. You turned back to Lin, and he had a small smile on his face.

Strange.

“Well, I live in an apartment complex near 42nd street. I don’t remember seeing any open fields in the middle of the city.” You mumbled. He stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. He chuckled softly. “What?” You questioned.

“Are you okay, miss? I never heard of this forty-second street or an apartment complex? We’re in Virginia.” He stated, crossing his arms. “Were you sent by Laurens to play a joke on me? Wait, are you trying to seduce me?” He moved his hand back to the gun on his side.

This guy must be crazy. He lives in NYC, he grew up in Washington heights. For crying aloud, the Richard Rogers theater is right in the heart of Manhattan. You glanced around him, noticing more tents around. Wait, there was more than just ten.

There were hundreds.

You stared at Lin.

His outfit seemed quite authentic, to the dirt under his nails to the blood-stained pants. You don’t recall seeing the pictures online having red marks on the pants. He looked young, too, maybe in his early twenties. Not the man you recall seeing on the internet that was in his late thirties. He was staring at you as well, still cautious.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He said simply, with a small bit of pride in his voice. You still fought off the idea that this may not be the time you were supposed to be in.

“Do you know who Elizabeth Schuyler is?” He shook his head, his foot tapping against the ground.

“What is a television set? A laptop?” He frowned.

“Are you telling me about a new weapon the British created? Who are you, miss?” He took out his gun from the position on his hip. “Who sent you here? And I’m not going to ask again.” You realized what’s going on.

“Tell me the year.” You said, your eyes widening. He didn’t say anything, his mouth in a straight line. “Tell me the year.” You repeated sternly. He smirked at you, rolling his eyes.

“1776.” He said, and you dropped onto the ground. He jumped back, confused.

1776. The year, it’s 1776.

What the hell is going on here?

Unexpected   A Min Yoongi story

Y/N is a single mother living in rural Chicago.  Running late for a business meeting, she bumps into some unexpected tourists.  Time is running out for Y/N to save her failing business, and she gets help from an unlikely source.

Rated M for language

@lumizzy

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You were walking down the street, one hand had your cellphone planted firmly to your ear, the other was rummaging in your purse, all while simultaneously holding your coffee in the crook of your elbow.

Your day had not started at all like you had planned. You had woken up late, and it was all downhill from there.

“Fuck” you swore under her breath, not even remembering what you had needed from your purse in the first place.

“Y/N?” the person on the other end questioned.

“Oh, no, Ms. Williams that was not directed towards you.” you said, not even clarifying any further what was happening.

“Honey, for the last time, just call me Clara. I’m going to let you go so you can get to work. Again, today is not a problem at all.” Clara said before hanging up the phone.

You hung up the phone and chucked it into your purse.

You waited at the empty cross walk for traffic to pass through before you crossed the street. You were still getting used to not needing to follow crosswalks lights. The rural Midwest was a far cry from NYC, your hometown.

You were still musing about the differences you were adjusting to when someone slammed into you from the front, consequently spilling hot coffee all down the front of your white dress shirt.

You let out a small cry of pain.

Could this day possibly get any fucking worse you thought to yourself.

You got into your purse and got out wipes, trying to soak up what coffee you could.

From beside you, you could hear the quiet voices of whoever had slammed into you. You didn’t pay them any attention. You were irrationally angry and didn’t want to ruin someone else’s day because of your nasty attitude.

“Um, excuse me, Miss?” you heard from beside you. You halted in your movements, recognizing the voice had a very heavy accent and spoke in semi broken English.

You finished wiping off what you could of your shirt and discarded the damp wipes back into your purse. You took a deep breath and looked up at the source of the voice.

Anything you might have said, instantly died in your throat.

“Are you..okay?” The voice asked after a long moment of silence.

“But…you’re…why…here?” you said, forgetting how to speak in full sentences.

“You hurt?” A different voice asked from the other side.

You turned your head and let out an involuntary squeal of excitement.

“Yoongi!” you said, finally finding your voice.

The owner of the second voice gave you a shy smile, eyes going wide.

“Hello.” he said back, nodding his head towards you.

“Namjoon, Taehyung.”

The only thing registering in your brain was three out of the seven members of your favorite group were standing in front of you looking rather sheepish.

“You must be a fan?” Namjoon asked you.

“Yes!” you said, too loudly.

Taehyung clapped loudly, drawing your attention to him.

“ARMY!” he yelled towards you, making you smile.

“We want to apologize for ruining your shirt. These two were being very impolite and pushing each other around. They, nor I, saw you standing here. We are so very sorry.” Namjoon said, bowing slightly in apology.

It was then that you realized that you had indeed spilled coffee on your white dress shirt. You blushed profusely and buttoned your suit jacket over the ruined shirt.

“It’s alright.” you heard yourself saying, even though clearly it wasn’t. Now you were even more late than you had said you’d be.

“It is not alright. Guys, you need to apologize to…” Namjoon said, inviting you to say your name.

“Y/N.” she replied.

“We apologize Y/N. We were being very rude by hitting into you. We are on a sort of vacation and were enjoying how quiet things are here.” Tae said, extending his hand to you.

“Thank you for the apology, I appreciate it.” you said, surprised you could string together so many words in one sentence while shaking his hand.

“I hate to ask this, since you are on vacation, but could I get an autograph?” you asked, hating to be rude while they were trying to enjoy themselves.

“Yes!” Tae said excitedly.

“That would not be a problem at all.” Namjoon said, taking the pad of paper you had extended to him.

“To you?” He asked, clarifying that it was for you.

“Could you make it out to Lily?” you asked, thinking of how excited she would be to have the autographs.

“That is an usual nickname for Y/N” Namjoon said, writing.

“Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for my daughter.” you said, smiling fondly at the mention of her.

“You have daughter?!” Tae asked, sounding surprised. “You so young!” he continued.

“Taehyung, it is improper to make such statements to a young woman.” Namjoon said, berating his friend.

Taehyung bowed his head, but not before you saw the flash of shame that had passed his face.

You was sure if you hadn’t have controlled it quickly, your face would have held almost the same look of shame as Tae’s. You weren’t ashamed of her daughter, just how her daughter came to be.

“You’re correct, though, I am young. Actually Taehyung, we are the same age, 21.” you said, offering him a kind smile.

Turning to Yoongi, who had been quiet through this whole exchange, you continued speaking.

“She’s almost five and I think she’s your biggest fan! She sings as many of the lyrics as she can understand and mumbles through what Korean she doesn’t. She is constantly trying to emulate your dances, asking me to practice with her for hours a week.”

“She sounds sweet.” Yoongi said, smiling at you.

Never in a million years did you think that you would be standing in front of some of the people you respected most in the world. BTS always gave their all to their fans, and never seemed to complain about it. At least, not to the public. They all seemed to genuinely enjoy their lives and how they were progressing as a group.

Taehyung had just handed the notepad to Yoongi when your phone rang from the depths of your purse.

Realizing where you were, and where you were supposed to be, you hurriedly fished the phone out and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, you’re now half an hour late. This looks really bad for you. If you can’t get here in the next ten minutes, the investors are going to leave.” your lawyer said from the other end.

“Mr. Johnson, I can’t get there in that short of time. Is there anything you can do?” you asked, desperate for the investors not to leave.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Once you find new investors, contact me and we’ll try again.” He said, before hanging up the phone.

Tears sprang to your eyes involuntarily. You had waited for this opportunity for two months. You worked hard on finding investors, making charts, doing projections on growth, everything she needed to get help with you drowning business.

You had not only moved yourself and your daughter here from NYC, but you moved your business here as well. You had inherited it from a family member and didn’t want to lose it now.

You were pulled from your sullen thoughts from a worried looking Yoongi.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“Yes, I am. Thank you.” you replied, trying to keep your voice from cracking. You just needed to pull it together until you got home, and then you could fall apart.

“Thank you so much for signing this for Lily. She’s absolutely going to love it. And hey, maybe we’ll run into each other again before you leave.” You put your hand in your purse and pulled out your wallet.

You pulled out a small stack of business cards and handed a few to each of them.

“Feel free to stop in and see us sometime. Lily and I are always there, especially summer having just started and she’s not in school. Again, it was nice to meet you all.” you said, and quickly spun on your heels to go the other way. You could feel herself falling apart, and you refused to do it in front of anyone.



Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung were all standing on the sidewalk, extremely confused at the turn of events.

“Do you think we caused that?” Tae asked, feeling sorry for bumping into the woman, and possibly offending her as Namjoon had pointed out.

“I don’t know. But we should definitely go see her again while we’re here. I’m curious.” Namjoon said, looking at her business card.

Y/N Y/L/N Owner/Instructor
Heartbeat House Dance Studio
3764 East Street
318-555-9837


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Part 2

Take some time out of your day to think about all the amazing people you have in your lives. I have done this over the past few weeks and it has helped me so much. As you may know, I lost my dog TJ a few weeks ago😞😢. As traumatising as this was, it really made me appreciate how many amazing people I have in my life. It also made me feel so loved and supported by reading all your beautiful messages. I was even sent flowers from some girls NYC!! I couldn’t believe how much people cared. It was so beautiful. I still cry for him everyday. Although this FEELS LIKE the worst year of my life, it has really taught me a lot. I now know the true meaning of “we are stronger together”. Thank you all for being amazing. Today I want you to visit a loved one, give your dog a cuddle, hug your best friend, tell your parents you love them, go on a date night with your partner….. you never know what’s going to happen in life - appreciate health, happiness and life 💜 www.kaylaitsines.com/app

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anonymous asked:

I am really enjoying your most recent photo series from NYC. I love how you have been framing everything to bring out the beauty in the structures, and the unusual angles and views are often stunning. I can see your architectural training in how the shots are composed. Thanks for sharing your talent with us, it's really appreciated.

Thanks so much. This means alot. Have a wonderful day

anonymous asked:

I guess it would be Drabble since you're just writing quick imagines but can you do a Tom x black woman where he spends a night discovering your body (smut or not lol) and listening to stories about dark spots and burns and scars and birthmarks? I just thought it would be interesting in cute! we miss your writing!


Tonight was finally the night Tom would spend the night in your sort of trendy NYC apartment. He was on break from an exhausting press tour that honestly barely even began. 

You two had been dating for about 7 months but could never really get to spend time with each other due to hectic schedules. But you knew that your patience would eventually pay off because you two were snuggled up in your California King, which at first felt very lonely but with his face nuzzled in your neck you felt loved and relaxed. 

The moment he laid in your bed you felt immediately at home in his strong arms. There was no hesitation or tenseness, his arms felt like they were meant to be around you. 

You smirked at the feeling of his fingers tracing circles on your abdomen. Before you knew it, yours shirt was off and Tom was ogling your body but not in a sexual way in a way of a museum patron taking in the finest art in the world. “Your so beautiful.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, “Shut up.” You giggled. 

He smiled and traced your side causing you to squirm, “Sorry.” He mumbled. The dimly lit room allowed him to see a burn mark. “What’s this?” He asked out of curiosity. You looked to see which mark he was talking about, “S-sorry if I’m intruding.”

“No, you’re good. My brother and I were lighting shit on fire when we were little and it caught on my shirt. It hurt like a bitch.” His curiosity got the best of him and he started asking about every little thing, he missed you so much and wanted to know everything. 

“Don’t laugh but I slipped in the shower like a week ago.” You laughed. Alarmed he made eye contact with you, “Are you sure your okay. We could go to the hospital-” You placed your finger over his lips and smiled, “I’m fine.” You said, reassuring him with a kiss which intensified. 

“Don’t do that.” He moaned. “Do what?” You teased and kissed him again. You melted into him as his kisses got more passionate. 

The night got crazy but you wouldn’t take it back for a moment. You slept soundly as Tom placed soft kisses on your back. He felt strange but he knew in that moment he wanted to be with you forever. 


Thanks anon! This was fun, lol.

Hey fam! New York’s premiere nerd-themed acapella group @choirfly is seeking tenors & basses! 

We’ve performed at conventions such as NYCC & FlameCon, as well as venues like Lovecraft NYC, The Waystation, Sketch Block, and Housing Works. Our repertoire includes theme songs & original parodies alike. Examples:

- “Narnia” - a Chronicles of Narnia parody of Toto’s “Africa”
- “Fight” - a Mortal Kombat parody of Ellie Goulding’s “Lights”
- a mashup of “Stronger Than You” from Steven Universe & Bill Withers’ “Just the Two of Us” (pictured)
- “Jayne’s Song” from Firefly…as a madrigal
- The Darkwing Duck theme in the style of “Moondance”
- “Rolling off the Sheet” - a D&D parody of Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep”
…and others!

Come sing nerdy with us! And tell your friends!

Dangerous Woman

A/N: Welcome to my new story! Again, trying to branch out and write a new type of reader and keep the ideas new and interesting.

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down.  

Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart

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anonymous asked:

Carter Baizen, and your word isssss "pining"

When your parents tell you that you are moving from NYC to London it would be a dream come true for some people. Not for you though. It had been a little over a month since the move and you where still missing home, well more like someone. Carter Baizen. Your boyfriend of two years and while your relationship had its up and downs, you were happy. You were in love.

But on the night before you were set to leave you two got into a huge fight. Harsh words were spoken and it ended up with him walking out. You hadn’t spoken to Carter since and yet you missed him more than anything.

One afternoon while you were reading your favorite book you heard a knock at the door. You groaned, put the book down, and made your way to the door. When you opened it there stood the last person your expected to see.

“Carter.” you breathed out. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in a tight embrace. You squeezed him and buried your face into his chest as tears formed.

“I am so sorry. I should have never walked out that door.” He pulled away and cupped your face. “I never knew that it would hurt so bad when you left. I miss you babe.”

He pulled your lips to his and held you close. “I love you.” he whispered against your lips. You felt more tears cascade down your face and pulled him in for another kiss.

No way in hell was he letting you go again.