#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE VOTE FOR THEM

[hercarisntyours]

the way she went from wanting to kill him herself

to almost killing herself for him a few days later

beautiful. the way b grabs onto her, ugh stake to the heart

(ignore this now) ANYWAYS VOTE FOR THESE TWO ON THIS POLL ESPECIALLY IF SEEING HER GO AFTER HIM MADE YOU SAD

[greatbigbeautifullife]

rishi sunak is a cunt btw

[xisumashiptournement]

Side B: Round 3

propaganda for: DocM77

doc is how X GOT to the server. x was originally a fan then doc chose his design for a farm way back when, and something something. they grow old together. they're both dads now isn't that crazy <- lying to you. implying that x is my (and others) dad ayo this got randomly recommended to me but if you love me. xisuma docm77 duo for the WIN! xisuma doc underrated broship <33333 gotta support my boys doc with his server breaking redstone and xisuma trying to keep everything running, also they were big fans of each other in the early days :3

propaganda for: biffa2001

vote biffa and xisuma please vote biffa and xisuma PLEASEEEEE don't let them lose they mean too much to me Practically the oldest and OG Xisuma duo. started back in season 1 of hermitcraft. They have an official name. TEA aka Tea Eaters Agency. Biffa was such a great friend and helped in getting Xisuma to be more comfortable in SMPs. And TTEA was a pranking duo that went up against another early HC pranking group.

[sorchasolas]

Im buying a Knight Radiant pin

(PLEASE DO NOT VOTE IF YOUVE NEVER SEEN MY POSTS BEFORE OR LIKE ARENT A MUTUAL PLEASEEEEE)

Sorry i forgot to make a see results thing,,,,

(Pictures of them under cut)

[life-series-school-blog]

Happy Easter + Trans visibility day, it’s the perfect day for the ultimate egg hunt.

Your teasing me >:(

…

No I won’t do it!!

.

.

.

Fine he’s an Easter special with some of my trans babies! It’s a fair instead of a egg hunt though (they all voted that they were too old for one) {bone would’ve won if it was a egg hunt [just saying]}

—

Crystal: and maybe put the piñata over there..

^wouldn’t it look prettier over there though?^

:nah over there is better.:

#%put it upside down and just give us the candy#%

Crystal: sigh.. I hate all of you.

#%pleaseeeee#%

Crystal: you can’t even eat!

#%a guy can dream.#%

—

Mushroom: I got five more batches needed for the day!

Shadow: on it. But we won’t be able to complete it in time. Everyone is so busy..

Rancher: um.. hi.?

Mushroom: oh rancher! How can I help you?

Rancher: actually how can I help you? Velvet taught me a bit of baking and I thought I could help since.. you know..

Mushroom: well then you came just in time! You can help us with the chocolate batches. I’m sure she’d be happy to know you’re here.

Rancher: I certainly hope so.. I miss her..

Mushroom: well, when she comes back I’ll let you have a pastry on the house so you can give her

Ranchers: thanks mush.. your the best.

—

Dahlia: got everything bone?

Bone: yep!

Dahlia: great cause I finished your makeup.

Bone: do I look like a good Easter bunny???

Dahlia: yes yes, you look great, go on. People need their chocolate eggs.

Bone: thanks miss dahlia! I won’t disappoint! *leaves*

Dahlia: *smiles*

Red: uhh hi..

Dahlia: oh, what do you want?

Red: sigh, I-is t-there anything you nnneed help with-with..? Gods why is that so hard to say?

Dahlia: *snorts* wow, that’s a first! Yes actually! Sit down and let me do your makeup. We certainly could use another Easter bunny.

Red: ugh..

—

Hour: I can’t believe they partnered us together for the stands! I hate you!

Daffodil: same.

Hour: I want to burn you to ashes and sell you to the black market!

Daffodil: same.

Hour: I want-

Coral: Ooo! Can we play?

Hour: you got a ticket?

Coral: here!

Hour: hm. Shoot the target, if you get it you win one.

Coral: Kay! *hits target but it doesn’t fall* yay! Got it!

Daffodil: it didn’t fall so you didn’t get it.

Coral: aww whisper you try!

Whisper: it’s rigged.

Coral: please!

Whisper: fine *same thing happens.* I hit it.

Hour: it didn’t fall! Sorry! Give us more tickets or leave.

Coral: aww.. *they leave*

Hour:…. you put the glue right?

Daffodil: of course I did! Those tickets can get us free chocolate and if it’s rigged it’s even better!

Hour: ah, how I hate and love you.

Daffodil: what?

Hour: nothing.

—

Winter: the stage is set.. decoration done.. blood!!!!

Blood: yes sire?

Winter: is everything ready?

Blood: yes sir!

Winter: perfect! My evil plan to brainwash people with le theater of Easter will commence! Hah!

Blood: sir.. no one’s here..

Winter: oh.. then order them to appear!

Blood: they’re all enjoying the fair sire..

Winter: oh.. then uhh..

Blood: I was wondering if you wanted to enjoy the fair with.. me.. sire..

Winter: oh! You got a plan?

Blood: actually with no evil intentions..

Winter: huh.. well then. We will both enjoy the fair and delay evil for tomorrow! How’s that?

Blood: I like that.

—

Grian: ….

Sunny: oh I didn’t know someone was gonna be here.

Grian: hm? Oh hi sunny. You also like the rooftop?

Sunny: yea.. it’s easier to breathe here away from others. I thought no one would be here considering the fair. Specially an academic..

Grian: yea.. it’s just a lot happening at once..

Sunny: I get that..

Grian:…

Sunny:…

Sunny:… want a flower? Even though they hurt they calm me down a bit.

Grian: oh! T-thank you..

Sunny: you’re welcome..

—

Velvet: ….hm.. I feel like I missed an important day.. then again I’m always missing important days here.. sigh.. I miss rancher…

—

-Our trans besties-

Crystal

Bone

Hour

Coral

Winter

<3

[angie-rayne]

i hate people who are so elitist with social justice in the sense that they try to claim representation is bigoted AGHHHH ITS SO ANNOYING!!!! like when i posted on instagram how amazing it would be to have a woman of color as president when kamala was running and my cousin texted me “i don’t vote based on someone’s gender or race🤨” and tried to call me racist/sexist because i want representation SHUT UP!!!! obviously you vote for the better option no matter those characteristics but that doesn’t undermine the importance of representation and lifting up minorities who are automatically pushed down in societal systems. these type of people love to act like they are so much better because they “don’t judge based on ___” but they REFUSE to acknowledge any hardships people of that group deal with and believe that lifting them up and fighting for representation is somehow unfair???? like open your eyes PLEASE we can’t treat people “equally” until there is an equal battlefield!! treat people equally as in kindness yes but you have to lift up minorities more than the majority to even get to the point of them being treated equally to everyone else. and specifically supporting black owned businesses or woman owned business IS treating them equally because you don’t even think about how many white owned/male owned businesses you support you know what i mean????? and specifically supporting them will hopefully help them to one day be treated equally. yet i’ll be called racist/sexist for that it’s so so so backwards like they get the point of inequality but somehow think that it has all been solved now and that we don’t need to highlight and support minorities anymore and if you do YOU’RE bigoted. like how people say gay people make being gay their whole personality when in reality they’re just talking about their love life the same amount as straight people you just never think about it when straight people do god long ass rant that all came from someone getting mad at someone for saying they hate all men like pleaseeeee you would NOT be that mad if they were hateful to women yet you hid your bigotry behind the “want for equality” to make it seem like you are the better person when in reality you are just being completely ignorant to injustice in the world…. lest you suffer vertigo from the dizzying heights of your moral ground

[livelaughlovetinsworth]

PLEASE YALL VOTE VOTE RN IVE VOTED 3 TIMES I NEED THEM TO WIN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM DESPERATE PLEASEEEEE

WEBBY’S UPDATE: Still in 2nd but we’re slipping!

Gonna level with you, Tumblr. I am not above going Social Media Manager rogue on this Webby’s campaign. So here’s my proposal to you:

I’ve got a nice little pack of behind the scenes videos from season 3 of Weird Wonderful World. If we manage to claw our way back into first place and win this thing…it’s all yours. I’ll string it all together and just throw it up here on Tumblr for your enjoyment. 

It’s in your hands now, stewards of Watcher Tumblr. 

[winderlylandchime]

1/2 WE ARE AT 3x14! He ran to the kitchen to get himself another soda while singing ‘im at the finish line!’ Over and over. ‘Ohhhh that’s a little depre- WHY ARE COPS HERE? WHY IS IT BLACK AND WHITE?! Look its my boys. *throws a fist in the air* yeah! Fuck cops! Brian is right, it will take more than some flyers! I mean he made everyone love him sooooo who should know better?’ ‘Emmett, come here and let me give you a hug. (em says his dad bought him boxing gloves) did you know that before mom found you at a bus stop, they made me play soccer. I still dont know why they changed their mind.’ (The coach literally begged my dad to not bring him back because he pulled his pants down in front of all the parents and 5 other kids followed it up. He was 6) ‘i agree with Brian, shopping therapy is good for the soul. Awwww look at Justin showing him his art work! This is what I was robbed off at the beginning of the season!’ Hunters mom just showed up ‘MOM?! I don’t trust this bitch. Yeah, no, something is weird’ ‘BRIAN! What tape? What did he bring this guy? Is it a sex tape? Someone answer me!! What the hell did Brian bring him? He looks pretty.’ Ted just showed up at Mels and Linds ‘OH NO. Leave Emmett alone. You’ve done enough! Don’t hurt him more! WHY DID MIKE TELL HIM? Emmett RUN! LEAVE HIM! GET HELP TED. This is sad, i hate this.‘ The bar scene where the ad is shown is now happening. *kinda jumps up and down while sitting* ‘ITS BRIAN! AND JUSTIN! Why are we watching tv Brian? *his jaw almost dropped* what the fuck? Was that the tape he gave to that dude? Did he convince them to play it? I knew he could do it.’ ‘Does Justin know that Brian gave those dudes that tape? (Brian and Em scene is up at the club where they see Ted) aww brian and Emy and Justin. Cuties. Awwww Brian and Emmett are gonna dance! I TOLD YOU THEY COULD BE GREAT FRIENDS! You ARE both tall! I, as a human being deserve to see more of them together. What do i have to do? YES BRIAN TELL HIM! See, my boy cares! Look at them dancing together. Adorable best friends’ ‘HUNTERS MOM DID WHAT?! FUCK HER! I KNEW SHE WAS WEIRD! I will fucking burn this place to the ground if they don’t protect him!’ The scene where Brian is selling stuff is up!! ‘What is going on? Why is the loft empty? HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS?! WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO? HE IS THE CONCERNED CITIZEN FOR THE TRUTH?! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?! I thought he convinced those guys to do it? Holy shit Brian. Possession withdrawal, ha that was funny. He did it because of what Justin said?! Didnt Justin also do something because of what Brian said? *points to britin kissing* my boys! Or as the youth says it: GOALS OF SHIP or whatever’ teds party is now up :/ ‘oh ted. Ted ted ted. Please this is horrible. Youre gonna die if you dont stop. What are they watching? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS SHIT?! DID THEY RAPE HIM? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? TED PLEASE RUN AND GET HELP! LET THIS BE YOUR WAKE UP CALL PLEASEEEEE WHAT THE FUCK!’ ‘AW BRIAN IS GOING TO VOTE. At the beginning he hated voting and now he’s on his way to do it. I love it. Damn. I wish it was Justin and Brian that would go together to vote. HES SELLING THE PEANUT CAR! HA!’ ‘Oh ted thank fucking god! Finally you saw the light, im so sorry it had to get that far but YOU GO GIRL!..BLAKE?! OH MY GOD HE WENT BACK TO REHAB! he looks good! IM SO HAPPY HES ALIVE AND GETTING HELP! HES THE COUNSELOR?!?! BLAKE I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU! MY BABY GOT BETTER!’ ‘MICHAEL IS TAKING HUNTER?! OH MY GOD HES FINALLY NOT BORING! Maybe it rubs off on Ben and he also stops being boring’

TOLD YOU THEY COULD BE GREAT FRIENDS! You ARE both tall! I, as a human being deserve to see more of them together. What do i have to do? YES BRIAN TELL HIM! See, my boy cares! Look at them dancing together. Adorable best friends Your brother loves the platonic KinneyCutt! YES! I’m grinning.

GOALS OF THE SHIP I’m dying!

I love how protective he is over Hunter. His mother is such an asshole.

And yeah the heartbreak over Ted’s rock bottom (omg when Brian hires him for Kinnetik your brother is going to break his face with his smile)

Finally Mikey does something good!

[begaydodrughailsatan]

Every time a new ep comes out i always post a hundred things as i listen to it so this time im gonna put them all in 1 large post :)

(Teen facts)

JIMMY MY BELOVED!!!

Taylors SO stupid god I love him so much

Mat stop stalling

brunch boy is my new favorite gay slur/j

Will is being milked

FREDDIE ACCIDENTALLY DOING THE PORNHUB INTRO

JODIE NOOOO WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS HE GETS WORSE EVERY EPISODE

"THIS PAGE IS A LITTLE STICKY" JIMMY WHY

Anthony is a feminist 😌

I NEED THAT TEESHIRT HOLY SHIT I LOVE THAT

(Ep start)

LINK IS FUCKING 12?? WHAT LINK 14?? EXUSE ME MAT LINK IS 16

Poor norm😢

LINK MY BABY BOY

LINK THANK FUCK FOR LOVE THEN FEAR HELL YEAH!!

Why are they talking about cum so much this ep?

SCARY MY POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU I WILL NEVER HATE YOU

Taylor i love you but please shut up

Armless loser nick

Funky buttloven???

Nick screen time??? 👀👀

i NEED to give norm a hug or i will explode

LINK MY SWEET BABY BOY SJFBAUFKANFIABDU

HEROS THE FUCKING CHOSEN ONE OMFG NORMAL MY POOR BABY BOY LET ME FUCKING HOLD HIM PLEASE

HOLY SHIT LINK

Hermie my boy hes back<3

OH NO HES UPSETTY SPAGHETTI

NATTY 1 NORM NO

"As a family"👀

god the close foster swfit unworthy family are all so cringe fail omg

your honor they are brothers (jodie and glenn)

LINK!!!

This podcast is the 3 saddest teens ever and Taylor

FUCK YEAH KICK JODIE IN THE NUTS link derives to go ape shit <3

Jodie shut the fuck uppppp

NICKY!!!

Damn jodie thats mean

MORGAN MY BELOVED!!!

LMFAO GLENN AND JODIE

Id listen to a entire podcast of just glenn and jodie being dumbasses

HERMIE KNOWS HOW TO GET TO THE GOOF RELME??? I WANNA GO TO THE GOOFS!!!

God nick is hot (i remember that he has horns)

I HATE jodie /pos

Jodie is such a shit dad omfg

Poor hermie:,( hes angy poor baby

Holy shit Rebecca is a badass

IS HERO WITH WILLY??

"Your dads" ?? Rebecca??

Rebecca the conspiracy theories my beloved <333

"Your gonna go to the bathroom by yourself?" Link what???

Link doesn't wash his hands?

Link what are you talking about

Hell yeah willys blood<3

HE HAS NICKS HAND? FUCK YOU

Honk shoo honk shoo

Link ik your in the right but without an explanation its kinda creepy man

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU WILLY FUCK YOU

NO SCARY HES NOT LETTING YOU TALK TO THE DOODLER BECAUSE HE TRUSTS YOU ITS BECAUSE HES TOO SCARD TO DO IT

WILLY YOU MOTHERFUCKER LEAVE MY GIRL ALONE SCARY NO PLEASE IM SORRY I LOVE YOU PLEASE SCARY I LOVE YOU

Pissfoot gumtoucher i love you <3

HERMIE ALSO KNOWS HOW TO GET TO GOOFS ASK HIM PLEASE

SCARY SHUT UP DONT TALK SHIT ABOUT MY SWEET BABY BOY LINCOLN

Loving Link and Scary is so hard i love them both so much

WOMEN CAN VOTE

SCARY MY POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW NOOOO

NICKY!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH NICKY MY BELOVED!!

Normal making the guy whos ON FIRE go to the most burnabul room ever

Taylor has his body back<3

Awww father son bonding<333

NICK WHAT THE FUCK NO WE ARE NOT KILLING SCARY WHAT THE FUCK NO SHES ONLY A KID

Are we going to goofs??? PLEASEEEEE I WANNA GO TO GOOFS IM BEGGING YOU!!!

ARE WE TRAPPING SCARY ON THE ISS?? PLEASE THIS IS SO FUNNY

Ewww norm thats grossss

PISS BOY PISS BOY PISS BOY PISS BOY

"Im glad you went to the bathroom, i pissed myself" link is everything to me

HES ONLY IN A SHIRT NOW

Link is SO CRINGE FAIL I LOVE him!!

"You wanna blow this popsicles salesmen?" Nick what??

NICK WHAT??

Nick keeps losing more body parts every ep

WAIT IS NICK ALIVE?? IS NICK FUCKING DEAD??

NOOOOO I LOVE SCARY AND LINK SO MUCH STOP FIGHTINGGGGG

[solarpearl]

LA LA LOVE BOMB!

genshin boys (xiao, tartaglia, kazuha) x gn! reader. headcanons. idol au but YOU’RE the idol! ♡s & ↻s appreciated!

notes: STREAM TALK & TALK. i digged this out of my archives so its pretty badly written but.

xiao

knew from the beginning but doesn't really care! he doesn't like hanging out around mortals so keeping your relationship on the down low is easy for him.

regularly asks you to let him listen to demos or work in progress tracks. tries to give Professional feedback but realises his short lived career on soundcloud may not be that impressive afterall.

will deal with people to come see you live! somethings different about seeing you do what you love in the flesh & you wink at him so win-win (he doesn't like the fainting fans around him though, but he supposes it is inevitable as you are so lovable)

once bought venti along & jokingly said that he could date you. venti laughed in his face & told him you were too good for him and he was being delusional. he sulked all the way home and you had to comfort him LMAO.

regularly streams your comebacks. wakes up at ass thirty to vote for you on music shows. your biggest fan tbh.

boasts about his signed albums. places it in a glass case and if anyone tries to touch it he’s hissing at them. he even has a personalized message from you and they can sell it over his dead body.

makes zhongli choose his bias from your group and if its not you he gives zhongli the cold shoulder for a whole entire month. please help peepaw he literally just picked the first person he saw.

fights regularly with ganyu about theories. he’s OBVIOUSLY right because he’s dating you! it doesn’t matter that he hasn’t heard a peep about it from you and only found out you dyed your hair the day before the teasers dropped, he’s SPECIAL.

“your recent fic about y/n was really bad, i would know since i date them. they don’t even talk like that anymore, it was just their shitty company making them do that. are you an ACTUAL y/n stan or do you just think they’re hot LMAO”

tartaglia

used to have you on his wall but he didn’t even know who you are. your poster was a freebie from his album he just put it up to cover up the hole he punched in the wall from not getting his bias’ photocard.

tears it down once you two start going out. he's taking this secret to his grave (unless his siblings blab, which, trust me, they do.)

thinks you're much more beautiful than the poster. he tells you that your pictures don't do you justice and likes to cup your face to look at you closely and sobs because you’re too pretty.

would defend your honor irl. would throw hands at antis, especially if they are anti-you. thinks you deserve the world because of how hard you work. has ten sock puppet accounts ready on twitter to bully a 12 y/o kid off the internet if he has to.

regularly trends on twitter because for some reason he screams your name every time you're on stage the loudest. once screamed 'i love you' while you were talking & all the fans think the 'i love you too' you said was a joke but it isn't.

enters your live & spams comments to try to get your attention. 'STEP ON ME' 'UGHHH YOU'RE SO HOT' 'BARK BARK GRRRR' ‘SEND ME AN AUTOGRAPH' 'I LOVE YOU' 'SAY TARTAGLIA PLEASEEEEE IT MEANS I LOVE YOU IN SNEZHNAYA'

he gets reported. he cries the entire night because his account got suspended for spam.

kazuha kaedehara

literally did not know for the life of him. help him.

he spotted you writing lyrics. and he thought you were finally into poetry like him. helps you complete your lyrics & is content until you ask him if you can use it in a song.

says yes because like he is supportive of your dreams ^^ until he hears his lyrics on venti's radio & is like 'wait i wrote that'

tentatively asks venti who's the person on the radio. venti almost crashes the car & breaks a friendship because someone has the nerve to not stan [y/n]????

goes on an internet deep dive & comes out a changed man. he's impressed with basically everything. from the dance to the singing and especially the lyrics.

he even catches your reference to the maple leaf in one of your love songs. even if it wasn't about him, he still feels his cheeks heating up.

shyly asks you whether you want help w lyrics for your next album!! you gladly agree but he has to go by a pen name (he doesn't mind! he thinks it wonderful that his writing is getting sung in a beautiful voice like yours)

the type to try not to buy merch but he hangs around the store & oogles your merch like a lost puppy until he finally caves.

DEFINITELY carries a photocard, maybe not on his phone but in his wallet.

[emilynyaesmp]

VOTE FLOWER HUSBANDS IM BEGGING PLEASE GOD LOOK AT THEM THEY’RE SO IN LOVE PLEASEEEEE

Round 5: Flower Husbands V.S Flower Ranchers

(I’m so good at photoshop :3)

[talkfantasytome]

Model Students

Rowaelin Month Prompt: College or University AU

Ever-ambitious Aelin is absolutely loving her Model UN class. That's right, Model UN. Pretending to be delegates of other countries in simulations of international debate in an attempt to find a resolution to a global problem. What's not to love? And it doesn't hurt that the TA, and moderator of their simulations, is absolutely gorgeous.

Rowan can't help but be impressed by the brilliant, golden-haired woman as she continues to tear down the other 'delegates', promoting her assigned country's agenda.

Warnings: Implied future heavy drinking and memories of being drunk.

Word Count: 3,523 | ToG Masterlist | Model Students Masterlist

Read on AO3

a/n: Don't come at me if I get something wrong with the Parli-Pro, pleaseeeee. 😂 It's been a minute since I was in college and doing Model UN stuff. I tried! Pulled out my old notes - ha ha to all those people telling me I don't need to keep all my stuff from college - and did some extra research, but it's different when you're in the simulation.

It Wasn't a Crush

"Point of inquiry. How does the full open borders policy that you're currently promoting work with the country-specific travel bans that the Doranelle Parliament passed into law yesterday?"

In her peripheral vision Aelin could see the corners of Rowan's lips twitch upward at her question, but she was focused on the look of absolute dismay falling on Dorian's face.

It was a bit of a bitch move, yeah. But, at the same time, he had yielded for questions. He should've been prepared. She doubted delegates would hold back at a real conference, why should she just because this is a class?

And it wasn't entirely Dorian's fault he didn't have an answer. Aelin had figured out from the very start of their simulation that he'd done his research well, he just forgot one primary area to look into - current events and politics. He knew everything up until about six months ago. Sadly, for him, it had been a crucial six months in the country across the sea. Massive changes, cultural and political.

Well, maybe not too sadly. He was out with friends every night - partying, drinking, and enjoying his college years. Aelin spent her nights studying the politics of every country, reading as many newspapers that she could get her hands on to understand the different things happening around the world.

Of course, Aelin enjoyed those other things too. Occasionally. She just had that pesky goal of becoming President of Terrasen one day, and that took work. A shit ton.

"Uh…" Dorian started, throwing a pleading look over his shoulder at Rowan, who was clearly amused and trying very hard not to show it. "I yield my time to the chair."

"Sorry, Dorian," Rowan sighed. "That's not how the parliamentary procedure works. You already yielded your time…to questions. You still have twenty seconds to answer."

Dorian sighed, rocking on his feet, his hands awkwardly in his pockets. "Have I told you all about that time I went out to a bar in Rifthold, and somehow woke up in Doranelle? It was a great place - very well organized. Easy for a hungover, lost guy to navigate."

The class erupted into soft laughter, Aelin offering an amused smile to Dorian as she watched Rowan roll his eyes from the desk up front.

"And that's your time." Dorian offered Rowan an easy smile and strutted back to his seat. "At this time, the Chair would look favorably on a motion to adjourn."

Aelin quickly raised her hand - it was too much to do placards for a 50-minute class that met three days a week, where the simulations would run for weeks at a time. "I motion to adjourn until Monday," she offered after Rowan called on her.

"We will now vote on the motion to adjourn. All those in favor, please raise your hands." The entire class - all eleven of them - raised their hands and Rowan declared the motion passed, allowing them to start to pack up just a minute before the class was meant to end.

It was a bit ridiculous that their teaching assistant would require that detail of parliamentary procedure for a Model United Nations class, but Rowan was a stickler for Parli-Pro. Not much of a surprise, really, for the co-president of the Model UN club at Staghorn State.

Aelin didn't mind, though. She actually really enjoyed the class, the simulations. They were fun and different, a nice break-up from the various political science and law classes she took.

It also helped that Rowan was absolutely gorgeous.

Tall, probably around six-foot-four if she gauged correctly, with golden skin and truly silver hair, cut just short enough that it didn't flop over. He was broad, clearly very strong, with defined muscles she could sometimes see when he wore a t-shirt. Those were some of her favorite days, cause all of his t-shirts were just tight enough across the chest to give her an idea of what was sitting beneath. Not to mention giving her a view of those strong arms, and the ancient-looking tattoo that trailed the full length of his left. Yes, t-shirt days were great, only beaten by the days he had to wear his ROTC uniform. Aelin didn't even know how she could concentrate well enough to participate in the simulation on those days, but somehow she managed.

"You coming to the party tonight at Stag Senate?" Dorian asked Aelin as the two worked their notebooks into their backpacks.

"Oh, I don't know," she breathed, double checking she had all the right books for her next classes.

Dorian groaned. "Come on, Aelin! Live a little. It's Friday!" She just leveled a glare at him.

Stag Senate parties were��something else. The house got its name because it was passed down year after year to different Political Science majors, and was often filled with students that studied some branch of the subject. However, regardless of the fact that Staghorn State was renowned for its Political Science and International Relations programs, the parties thrown at Stag Senate were always a complete mess. Drunken debates on new policies and laws would occur, of course, surrounded by keg stands, funnels, shots, someone passed out on the floor, sloppy hookups that will never be spoken of again, and at least one guy ending up naked.

That tended to be Fenrys.

"You definitely should come," Rowan agreed, walking up to them, his backpack on, his hands holding the slack of the adjustment straps. "A bunch of my Model UN friends will be there. I can introduce you, and then maybe finally convince you to join the club." He flashed her a smile that had Aelin locking her knees before they could buckle and make her fall.

"Do you really think a Senate party is what's going to change my mind?" she threw back at him with a smirk. He'd been trying to get her to come to Model UN meetings for a couple weeks, since the first day of their simulation, when she gave her introductory speech on Adarlan's view of how trade laws should only ever be controlled by each individual nation state. Adarlan would never support international free trade laws. Not when it benefited from its own ability to negotiate advantageous trade agreements, and keep those agreements with more countries than most other states could dream of trading with.

Rowan shrugged. "Nothing else has worked. Why shouldn't I try a completely different approach? It's what Einstein would advise."

Aelin rolled her eyes, but a soft smile started to spread on her lips that, hopefully, neither he nor Dorian noticed as she looked down again to swing her bag over her shoulders.

"Great! Aelin, I'm taking that as a yes," Dorian beamed. "If you don't come, I'm going to call you every five minutes so you can't actually enjoy your night." He chuckled as the three headed out the door and then waved, leaving through the large, wooden doors that led out to the Knoll.

Aelin waved back before starting toward her next class, which happened to be on the same floor, just across the atrium, in one of the fancy lecture halls this building was known for. All three of her Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes were in this building.

"You really should come," Rowan expressed, walking beside her, as they did after each Model UN class, since he was in Constitutional Law with her.

Oh, yeah. That was the other fun thing about Rowan. He was an undergrad TA. A senior, just a year above her. Completely and totally not off-limits. It probably would have been easier if he were some master's student she wasn't allowed to date…maybe.

Guess it didn't matter. It's not something she could change.

"I like cider and Dirty Shirleys. Make sure those are there, and I'll come," she agreed as she entered their next class, which happened to take place in her favorite classroom ever. It was set up like a lecture hall, but with only about five levels instead of twenty. And, instead of lines of concert seats with little desks that folded into the chairs, the seats were set up in a semicircle with full, connected desks and swivel chairs. It even had outlets at each seat. So classy. Of course it was the room used for a Constitutional Law class.

"What the hell is a Dirty Shirley?" he asked, his voice full of amusement.

"A Shirley Temple with vodka," she replied as they pulled out their case books and notebooks, her tone adding an implied 'duh'.

Rowan only laughed loudly at that response, his smile wide and bright in a way that stole Aelin's breath.

"Dirty Shirleys it is. I'll ensure we have all needed ingredients."

"Then how can I say no?"

"You can't."

He winked as he let his backpack fall to the ground before sitting down and preparing his space for the class.

Aelin followed suit, taking her seat beside him as she always did, yet something was different today. Something that buzzed within her, in the space between her and Rowan, stealing all of her focus as she fought against every instinct begging her to move closer to him, to give him everything.

Rowan briskly placed the two cases of beer and one case of cider on the counter before rushing back out into the early autumn evening to grab the rest of the load from his car. Two handles of vodka, three twelve-packs of ginger ale - there had been a buy-two-get-one deal, what was he supposed to do? - a couple bottles of coke and other sodas since he was fairly certain no one had remembered to buy enough mixers, and a truly massive thing of grenadine.

It was a lot, he knew. College students didn't typically expect parties to supply much by way of alcohol other than, maybe, a keg. But he and his housemates couldn't really help themselves - not for the first Stag Senate party of the year. They'd been stocking up for weeks and really didn't need anything else. But, well…he promised Aelin.

So he went to the store, grabbing far more vodka, ginger ale, and grenadine than any one person would need - especially since he knew they'd already bought some cheap vodka for the party - and then grabbed a case of cider, only picking up the beer because he decided to splurge and get his favorite IPA. For the more private cooler he'd be keeping.

That's also where this vodka would go - you didn't get Tito's for just anyone. No, the rest of the attendees will drink the Popov and be happy about it.

"More alcohol?" a deep voice asked in shock as Rowan shut the door behind him and headed into the kitchen. "Rowan, dude, I think we're set."

"It's special order," he explained to Lorcan, pulling the large cooler over from where he'd left it by the couch.

The stupidly tall man chuckled, lifting up a can of the IPA. "Of course you would. You and your damn Baby Kittens."

"Shut up," Rowan murmured, swiping the green can decorated with pink and orange kittens out of Lorcan's hand as he started to put one case of beer into the cooler and then covered the layer of cans with one of the bags of ice he'd purchased. He knew it wasn't the most 'manly' of designs, but the beer was actually really good. And unlike his grouchy housemate, apparently, he was secure enough in his masculinity to drink it regardless of the can design.

"And, who is this cider for? And the fancy vodka?"

Rowan could feel his ears heating up, but he just started packing in the ciders and one of the bottles of vodka before adding more ice. "No one. Just figured it would be good to have some of this, for close friends."

"Rowan, all your close friends live here," Lorcan threw back, leaning his almost-seven-foot body against the counter as he crossed his arms, not even a full centimeter thinner than Rowan's own.

"I have other friends," he argued with a roll of his eyes.

"Ones that like Dirty Shirleys?" Lorcan guessed, eying the cans of ginger ale Rowan was now adding to the cooler.

Rowan raised an eyebrow at that. "You know about Dirty Shirleys?"

The question only made Lorcan laugh loudly, throwing his head back a bit, his shoulder-length dark hair flowing with the movement. "The fact that you didn't only proves my point about your friends. That's like the sorority girl drink of choice. So, who's the girl?"

Rowan wasn't answering that question. Not that he was really worried about Lorcan. No, he'd be distracted most of the night by that girl from his diplomacy class. The bigger concern was Lorcan telling the others. He wouldn't have a second alone with Aelin if Fenrys got it into his mind that Rowan had a crush on her.

Not that he did…no…he just admired her brain, the way she used her ridiculous knowledge of international affairs to destroy the other delegates and get them all on board with her assigned country's agenda. He just thought she'd be an excellent addition to the Model UN club, which also might give him the chance to get to know her better, maybe get her on the conference team so she would be on those trips with him, where they could spend more private time together.

And maybe he did feel something like electricity between them during Con Law that day, but that didn't mean anything. Just excitement for the party.

It wasn't a crush.

"Elide," he deadpanned, throwing in more ice and the grenadine before rolling the cooler into a slightly hidden nook in the living room. He knew some people would find it, which was why he'd bought extras of everything that would get hidden in his room until needed. But most would go for all the alcohol out in the open on the kitchen island and the table outside, since the vast majority of attendees would definitely be spending most of the night in the back yard. Near the keg, beer pong, slap cup, and music.

"That's not funny," Lorcan growled, his body straight and stiff.

Rowan sighed. "It's nothing, Lorcan. Just someone I'm trying to recruit for Model UN."

"Fine." Lorcan rolled his eyes. "I get it, I won't say anything. If I can give Elide some Dirty Shirleys."

"Sure," Rowan laughed. "I got plenty."

He went to his room after that, taking a quick shower before he got dressed for the party. Not that he needed to dress up, but for some reason he did feel nervous about picking the right outfit.

Landing on a shallow, deep green v-neck sweater and a pair of khakis, Rowan went back out to the common area to eat dinner and help his friends get the house ready.

Connall was already outside, setting up the table of drinks as if it wouldn't get messed up the second someone got there. Lorcan, on the other hand, was throwing out any bits of junk and clutter that were unnecessary, and attempting to hide the rest. Fenrys was…being Fenrys, making trays of jello shots in strawberry, orange, and lemon.

"Autumn colors!" he exclaimed as he put the last tray in the empty fridge. They'd learned from the past owners of the house to never have a full fridge during a party, unless they wanted all their food to be eaten by someone else. That was also why Rowan was eating up the last of the penne alla vodka Connall had made earlier in the week - the chef of the house. None of the others could cook anything except eggs, though Rowan could also whip up a nice batch of pancakes when he felt like it.

"You would," Rowan sighed, not bothering to hide his amusement. "Hope Dorian doesn't get grossed out by what your tongue will look like after too many of those."

"The other explanation for my color choices," Fenrys beamed. "But who said anything about Dorian? Please. Plenty of options out there for me."

"Sure," Rowan agreed, not believing Fenrys for a second. No matter what his friend said, Rowan hadn't been at a poly-sci party that didn't end with Fenrys and Dorian making out since before the trust fund baby was a freshman. The two weren't together. They'd never been out on a date. Rowan wasn't even sure if they ever even talked to each other outside of parties. But, still, every time they ended up attached at the lips after a few drinks.

"It's a new year, Rowan. Our last. I plan to enjoy it with as many people as I can," Fenrys vowed. "You'll see."

Rowan gave Fenrys a knowing smirk. "I look forward to it."

A large hand slapped down on Rowan's shoulder, making him jump in his seat at the island. "Ro, come help me with the jungle juice," Lorcan requested, though it felt more like an order. Then again, most of Lorcan's requests felt that way. "Fen, take care of Rowan's dish, yeah? I need him."

"Why can't I help with the jungle juice?" Fenrys whined.

"Because the last time you decided to go off on your own and add a bunch of stuff I never told you to add, making a drink that was disgusting and so strong it took one cup to completely obliterate Rowan."

"Yeah, that wasn't fun," Rowan admitted. It was at the beginning of their sophomore year. At his height, weight, and muscle mass, Rowan had a natural tolerance that typically allowed him to hold up with quite a bit in his system. And after their freshman year, he'd built up an even better tolerance. Still, one full cup of that drink and he'd been so wasted he admitted to his crush at the time, Lyria, that he liked her, then went into great detail about the things he'd like to do to her - shouting them - then promptly vomited all over her torso. His friends found him half an hour later, sitting in the shower in one of the bathrooms, crying and softly singing 'Bleeding Love' to himself.

Fenrys simply scoffed. "I've matured and can handle it."

"I don't care," Lorcan grunted. "Maybe at a party not so big…or important. Come on Rowan."

Rowan couldn't help but snigger toward Fenrys, pushing his dish toward the annoyed boy before following Lorcan out to the back yard. But it was fair. Stag Senate was the main party house for those in the Political Science and International Relations programs. And the first one of every year set the tone for whether the rest would be worth attending. It was a silly custom, really. But it was their way, and no one would change it.

Two minutes in, and Rowan wondered if maybe he got the raw end of the deal. He just stood there, pouring entire bottles of juice and alcohol into a massive water cooler - seriously, where did Lorcan find one so big? - as dictated by his friend. Once they got everything in, they then covered it and each lifted a side of the container, tugging back and forth on it to mix up the contents. It was grueling, and Rowan wondered if he should have waited to shower.

Rushing back into the house, he reapplied some deodorant and adjusted his hair a bit, his sleeves now pushed up to his elbows.

By the time he left his room again, people had started to arrive. There weren't many yet. He recognized Chaol from his International Relations History class, and his girlfriend. She was pre-med, but Rowan didn't care. These parties might be seen as poly-sci parties, but technically anyone could be invited. It just so happened that they mostly knew people within their own fields of study and interest.

He also saw some of his other Model UN friends, Ren, Ress, Sartaq, and Nesryn. Nesryn was fairly new to the club, having only joined after meeting Sartaq, which was kind of sweet. If only she offered a balance to the military focus he brought to every simulation, regardless of what country he was a delegate for. Instead, he was pretty sure she fueled it further.

Rowan was about to make his way over to his cousin, Enda - who was chatting with Connall - when the door opened and a loud voice proclaimed, "We have arrived!"

He turned to see Dorian walking into the house like he owned the place, his arms spread as if he were hugging the air.

Rowan was about to continue walking, but instead he froze as his eyes fell on the blonde head trailing behind Dorian.

Aelin had come. She was there. At the party, in his house, her turquoise eyes rimmed in gold meeting his.

And then she smiled.

Bright and brilliant and completely perfect. Her pink lips spread wide, showing off straight, pearly white teeth. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with the smile, as if they were trying to mimic it, and Rowan felt his breath completely leave his body.

Okay, maybe it was a crush.

a/n pt 2: Very interested in thoughts, opinions, feedback, etc. on bringing Model UN into an AU like this. I mayyyyy have a larger story idea that would have a focus on Model UN in college, and I'd essentially be using concepts from this, except that that story would involve a lot more angst. 👀 But it's a general plot I've been thinking about since college, and I feel like Rowan and Aelin could be such a perfect fit into it! So, like, def. let me know and maybe, one day, I'll actually write it. XD

If you can't tell, I'm clearly doing these all way too last minute, otherwise I probably would have just used this for day 1 and done a part two for today. So, yeah...sorry I'm so last minute...who knows what will happen with this. 👀

Heavy influence from my own college days, including actually having this class with an undergrad TA, so no, it's not unrealistic. It was my literal life. Yes, he was cute. No, not Rowan gorgeous. But he was Air Force ROTC. 😂

Also, I have no ill thoughts about Dirty Shirleys or those that drink them. They are, in fact, my favorite drink. And were when I was a senior in college...and in a sorority...and learned about them from a sorority sister...

[lemon-boy-stan]

bts reactions/scenarios - they take care of you when you're drunk (and not dating) these gifs aren’t mine, credits to the owners!

SEOKJIN -

Everyone knew what kind of drunk you were so it shouldn't have been hard for Jin to remember what kind of things you'd get up to; if it weren't for the fact he was more afraid of Jimin knocking up random girls.

Focused on his friend, he let you make your way around the bar, completely unaware of your habits when he heard you screaming.

"You want a go at me?! You want a piece of this sexy ass? Yah? Well, I dare you, please have a go at me! Actually, no, I'm BLACKMAILING YOU! Do you know who I am? You've definetly heard me on the radio, "Seoul's top ten"? Hey! Hey, don't look away, mister... mister Kim Han! Go on, FIGHT ME! Or are you too twink to do it?!"

Seokjin whirled around and made a quick beeline, grabbing your arm. "Oppa!" You shrieked, "he's a assaulting me!" Jin rolled his eyes when you were glaring at the kid - he was barely eighteen and he looked very afraid. "She's really drunk," Jin mouthed to him.

"Come on, Y/N, let's go," it took all his strength to drag you away from the kid's table. Jin made sure to tell Namjoon why he'd ditched but he was positive that he knew why already; drunk Y/N was not something that needed to go on the internet.

"Where are we going?" You giggled, bouncing after him before crying out, "Oppa! Scold the stone, it hurt my little toe!" Jin smiled softly to himself, opened his mouth to say that he wasn't your Oppa, yet, but thought better of it (because he valued his life).

NAMJOON -

Namjoon tucked you in his bed as soon as the eight of you were all upstairs back in the apartment and lied down next to you with a book in his hands, reading, watching you carefully from the corner of his eye, a hot cup of coffee on the side table.

"Hey, Namjoon!" You shrieked, giggling. "Yeah?" He looked over, "you're like, really effing hot." You snickered again but at yourself this time; did you just sensor the word fuck? "You're really effing drunk," Namjoon sighed, trying his best to ignore your words.

He was your best friend and he loved you and now he knew you loved him, too, but he wasn't going to take advantage of you. "You must have a big dick. With all that,,, all that energy! Ha, ha. Big dick ener... ha, ha! Joonie!" You shrieked, grabbing the air, he sighed again and nodded, "I love you, Joonie," you giggled, snuggling into him, "Joonie like the Moonie..." you laughed once more, "I love you to the Joonie Moonie and back..." you sighed happily.

"I wish you really did..." Namjoon sighed.

JIMIN -

Jimin made sure that you were in the front seat with him and that everyone had everything they came with... idiots.

He checked in once and a while to see that you hadn't fallen asleep - because if you fell asleep Jimin would probably have to call the ambulance and then that would start a scene, so.

Hobi and Jungkook were in the boot seats, playing chopsticks with actual chopsticks they stole from the lobby of the bar.

Namjoon was crying and moaning about the pair of airpods he lost, the white screen of his phone reflecting off against the black tinted car window. Yoongi gave all thirty-five of them names and was singing to them goodbye as Namjoon stroked his phone miserably.

Taehyung looked very affronted; a wasted Seokjin was ranting to him about how terrible and how disgraceful Dim Sims were.

Jimin sighed, checking back in on Y/N, who was now currently drooling all over the leather jacket which he admittedly should not have let her use as a "comfy headrest pleaseeeee Oppa pleaseeeee" but she'd called him Oppa even though he wasn't and he supposed his hormones got the better of him.

TAEHYUNG -

Taehyung was walking you home; he did not feel safe leaving you here to wait for him to drive back; knowing your drunken ways you'd probably think he wanted you to chase him and then you'd probably get hit by a car.

So he made sure you followed him on his left side, wishing he had a leash, aish, could you not just walk one way? Did you have to weave in and out of air like you were on a tightrope?

The city had dangerous figures! If he wasn't with you Taehyung was sure that you would probably get abducted or stabbed or something.

YOONGI -

Drunk Y/N was always very erattic, like her ADHD brain but without her meds, she could start catfights just by looking at someone, she could get beaten up just by saying a backhand comment.

Sure, Yoongi loved Y/N's quirky, witty ADHD mind but he didn't like chaperoning her everywhere even though something inside him told him it was for both of their sakes.

So when it came to Y/N and alcohol Yoongi was a very strict person, his sense of fun easily deflated. He'd go as far as locking her up in a room.

Sometimes she'd sneak three more shots thinking he didn't know and he'd sigh, rolling his eyes because he didn't want her to walk off on him.

JUNGKOOK -

If he had his way, Jungkook wouldn't even take you drinking in the first place.

He would've done whatever it takes to keep you at home while the others were out, but apparently Namjoon didn't count his vote.

And now here you were, at a bar, hooking your legs around some random guy. Jungkook saw your neon pink hair a mile away, sighing, he ran up and pulled you back down, "hey! You already have a boyfriend. Me."

"Oh, Jungkookie! I forgot you were here! Oh, sorry..."  Jungkook sighed, pulling you far away from the guy (who looked vaguely annoyed that he'd interrupted before you could do anything.

a/n: yeah, I know they're dating in this one, I just couldn't think of anything else sorry

HOBI -

Who was worse drunk, you or Hoseok? No-one knew. One time the rest of the guys had a very loud debate about it.

Drunk Hobi was just Hobi on steroids, he was way more shrill and annoying. Drunk Y/N was just as bad; but depressed, and would sob at the littlest things.

You and Ho-Seok had never liked each other, the way he got on your nerves set you off.... So when Jimin ran to get Hobi because you were crying you nearly puked from disgust.

That was, of course, until he comforted you and got you sober again, making your respect for him go to 💯

BTS MASTERLIST - REQUESTS OPEN

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"#ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE VOTE TRURO X SCOTSMAN#THEY'RE AMAZING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE#I'VE EVEN MADE THEM IN MY TOMODACHI LIFE SAVE I'M BEGGING"- @/milfcutlawquane

TTTE Achillean Ships Poll Tournament

Second Round- Poll 7

[endosexual]

PLEASE PUT IRELAND IN THERE I CANT LIVE WOUT IT I ACTUALLY EVEN VOTED FOR THEM PLEASEEEEE PLWADEEE

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VOTE EMERALD DUO!!! THEY WOULD WIN!!!

GUYS PLEASE LET THEM SOLO THE WHOLE POLL THEY SHOULD WIN!! PLEASEEEEE

(If you want a tie emerald duo is behind so you would have to vote for them)

Retirement Home Rumble: Finals

MCYT fight I guess

DISCLAIMERS (PLEASE READ):

*TFC was a beloved youtuber who sadly passed away last year. He was submitted and then included in this tournament as a way to honor his memory. **This poll is referring specifically to the characters played by these streamers. However, Technoblade, the youtuber, tragically passed away last year. I do not want to see anyone being toxic or disrespectful to their memories. Feel free to spread propaganda and vote for who you want, but anyone crossing a line will be blocked

Why they would crush the other geezers under the cut:

WARNING: There may be spoilers

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