#Aaorn

[lordgodjehovahsway]

Numbers 2: God Explains To Moses And Aaron How Each Tribe Must Be Arranged

1 The Lord said to Moses and Aaron: 

2 “The Israelites are to camp around the tent of meeting some distance from it, each of them under their standard and holding the banners of their family.”

3 On the east, toward the sunrise, the divisions of the camp of Judah are to encamp under their standard. The leader of the people of Judah is Nahshon son of Amminadab. 

4 His division numbers 74,600.

5 The tribe of Issachar will camp next to them. The leader of the people of Issachar is Nethanel son of Zuar. 6 His division numbers 54,400.

7 The tribe of Zebulun will be next. The leader of the people of Zebulun is Eliab son of Helon. 

8 His division numbers 57,400.

9 All the men assigned to the camp of Judah, according to their divisions, number 186,400. They will set out first.

10 On the south will be the divisions of the camp of Reuben under their standard. The leader of the people of Reuben is Elizur son of Shedeur. 

11 His division numbers 46,500.

12 The tribe of Simeon will camp next to them. The leader of the people of Simeon is Shelumiel son of Zurishaddai. 

13 His division numbers 59,300.

14 The tribe of Gad will be next. The leader of the people of Gad is Eliasaph son of Deuel. 

15 His division numbers 45,650.

16 All the men assigned to the camp of Reuben, according to their divisions, number 151,450. They will set out second.

17 Then the tent of meeting and the camp of the Levites will set out in the middle of the camps. They will set out in the same order as they encamp, each in their own place under their standard.

18 On the west will be the divisions of the camp of Ephraim under their standard. The leader of the people of Ephraim is Elishama son of Ammihud. 

19 His division numbers 40,500.

20 The tribe of Manasseh will be next to them. The leader of the people of Manasseh is Gamaliel son of Pedahzur. 

21 His division numbers 32,200.

22 The tribe of Benjamin will be next. The leader of the people of Benjamin is Abidan son of Gideoni. 

23 His division numbers 35,400.

24 All the men assigned to the camp of Ephraim, according to their divisions, number 108,100. They will set out third.

25 On the north will be the divisions of the camp of Dan under their standard. The leader of the people of Dan is Ahiezer son of Ammishaddai. 

26 His division numbers 62,700.

27 The tribe of Asher will camp next to them. The leader of the people of Asher is Pagiel son of Okran. 

28 His division numbers 41,500.

29 The tribe of Naphtali will be next. The leader of the people of Naphtali is Ahira son of Enan. 

30 His division numbers 53,400.

31 All the men assigned to the camp of Dan number 157,600. They will set out last, under their standards.

32 These are the Israelites, counted according to their families. All the men in the camps, by their divisions, number 603,550. 

33 The Levites, however, were not counted along with the other Israelites, as the Lord commanded Moses.

34 So the Israelites did everything the Lord commanded Moses; that is the way they encamped under their standards, and that is the way they set out, each of them with their clan and family.

[g-xix]

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[14buddy22]

How You Get The Girl

Part 1: You’re Losing Me / Masterlist

AARON HOTCHNER REDEMPTION ARC WC: 2.9K

Based off “How You Get the Girl” by T.Swifttttt

6 months.

That’s how long you’ve been without Aaron and Jack in your life. It was the worst. You knew he was happier without you. You weren’t holding him back anymore.

But you weren’t happy. You thought you would be happy without Aaron and Jack. But losing them was the worst thing to happen to you. You gave Aaron the ultimatum because you wanted to be happy, you wanted him to be happy, but it came back to hurt you.

The few dates you went on with the owner of the bar were wonderful, but he just wasn’t Aaron. Everything the guy did, you only thought about how Aaron would’ve done it. When you told him you weren’t ready for a relationship, he understood. He just asked that you told Aaron how you felt.

But you couldn’t. How could you just “waltz” into Aaron and Jack’s life again. Jack could never forgive you. You had been in his life for almost 4 years, and you left. You were a mom to him and you left him.

You had seen him one time, on the playground. You were going to walk over and say hi but then you saw Rossi and Aaron and decided to go against it. You couldn’t just show back up in their lives, especially after leaving them.

You missed Jack dearly. He was just a child. You always wanted to be a mom. Being a mom to him for 3 and a half years was the best thing ever. You and him had a special bond, and you were a complete asshole because you let your “happiness” get in the way of that. You were never happy after you lost Aaron and Jack.

While you missed the early morning breakfasts, the spontaneous dance sessions, the rainy movie days, and everything else with Jack, you’ll never forgive yourself for not staying, for not fighting harder for you and Aaron. Something had to give in the relationship, you had just wished that it wasn’t you.

You wished you had given Aaron a different ultimatum. Maybe you should have tried and compromised. But you didn’t, that’s on you. This pain your dealing with is going to take forever to get over. Everytime you see a father and son in the store or on the street, you could only think about Aaron and Jack. Everytime you went shopping, you couldn’t help but go down the office supply aisle and look for the refillable ink for Aaron’s pens. But you could never buy them, you didn’t have Aaron in your life.

Every little thing reminded you of those two boys in your life. You were so much happier with Aaorn and Jack in your life. Aaron was trying, yes there were the missed dates and the broken promises, but you’d rather have the missed dates and broken promises all over again than feel the way you do now.

Alone, Upset, Miserable.

You had still been living with Penelope, both of you decided that it was the best living arrangement. You tried to move out but she insisted you stayed. She had a personal chef, especially because she was not good at cooking, she had a gossip buddy, and you two got to remain friends, even though you and Aaron were broken up.

Penelope filled the voids of your emptiness. She did everything she could to make you happy. She was home every night with you. While she worked for the BAU, she very rarely got to travel, but, you think that after you explained to Aaron why you were breaking up with him, he made her stay back even more, especially when he found out you were living with her.

**** Earlier that day ****

Penelope had barged into Aaron’s office. Not caring what he was doing. He looked up from his paperwork and he said, “Penelope? What’s the problem?”

“Sir, I need to be honest with you. You need to go after Y/n. You love her? Don’t you?”

“Of course I do, but I want her to be happy. That’s my number one priority. She was not happy with me, so, I did what was reasonable. I let her go. I will always love her, but I will always want her to be happy. Even if that’s not with me.”

“But, sir, it is with you! She still loves you. Yes, she’s gone out on a few dates with that guy but they never had sex yet! That’s a sign she still loves you.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was listening to this. As he shook his head, he looked down at the pen in his hand. His heart stopped for a brief moment. These were only the pens he had kept in his home office. He doesn’t know how they got here.

“Penelope. I don’t care if she’s had sex with them. I lost her. There’s no coming back from this.”

“Yes there is. Trust me. She still talks about you and Jack. Her room is decorated with pictures that Jack had drawn her. There are framed pictures of you kissing her cheek. She still wants you. She’s not happy. She’s alone. She’s miserable. She needs you. She was happy with you.”

“She left. I lost her. How could she be happy with me. Something had to give, Penelope.”

“She just wants change, Aaron. That’s all she wants. She thinks about what went wrong and we talk about it every single night. She still loves you, Aaron. She just will never come into yours and Jack’s life again because she doesn’t want to cause you two any more pain than you’ve already been through.”

Aaron thought back to what you and him had talked about during your fight. He scoffed and said, “She’s a people pleaser. She’ll suffer just to make others happy. She needs herself to be happy.”

“Aaron. You make her happy. I promise, if you were to ever talk to her again. She’ll take you back. She’s only thought of a million scenarios where you and Jack come back into her life. I promise. If you think about this, think about how you want to change to be in a better relationship the second time, now’s your chance, Aaron. I can’t stand to see her miserable anymore. If you don’t want her in your life, you need to let me know now so I can be honest with her and help her come back to reality that you won’t be in her life anymore.”

Aaron couldn’t stop Garcia fast enough from talking. He needed to get you back. He had a second chance. Well, that’s what she was telling him. When she walked out of his office, he sat there contemplating how he was going to get you back after how he lost you.

It wasn’t long before it was storming, he didn’t realize how bad it was, but if he wanted you back, he needed to do it today.

****

It was storming really bad out. Streets were flooded, some parts of town were out of power, luckily the BAU wasn’t on a case so you were thankful Aaron was home with Jack. Jack still wasn’t a fan of bad storms. He thought they were cool, but he still loved to be cuddled up on a couch or sleep in bed with Aaron. And at one point, he loved to be with you.

Penelope was making popcorn as you two decided to have a movie night. We heard the crack of thunder and it began to downpour even harder. You didn’t realize how hard it was raining until the TV went silent for a split second, the lights flickering.

“Geez, it’s really raining out there. Anybody who is out in this weather right now is insane.”

As you and Penelope got settled in on your respective seats on the couch, she handed you a bowl of popcorn and a napkin.

“Thank you, Penelope. And not just for the popcorn, but everything. From helping me and giving me a place to stay so I don’t have to look for a new apartment, for being my therapist and listening to the problems Aaron and I had, for telling me how he’s doing at work and how Jack’s been doing. I mean it. It’s been 6 months without them, I want him back, but I can’t go back. I gave him the ultimatum, he needed to realize that I was serious. If I run back to him, what does that show? That this whole thing was my fault, especially when I’d go crawling back. I wanted him to realize when I moved out that he lost me and I wanted him back, I never realized that he would actually be better off without me.”

“Oh sweetness, he hasn’t been better off without you. He’s been taking it hard. He’s not the same person he was when he was with you.”

Part of you wanted to break down and cry. You caused his heartbreak, yet all you wanted him was to be happy. You assumed that letting him have the BAU would make him happy, he didn’t have to come home to a fiancé who complained about his broken promises.

“Let’s begin the movie before we’re both sobbing.”

As Penelope found the video, there was a knock on the door. You stood up, immediately making your way to the door and looking through her peep hole. When you looked through you saw Aaron shaking from the rain, he was cold.

You threw open the door, looking at him, he looked handsome, even if he was soaked from the rain, he looked beautiful. But that’s not what you cared about.

“Aaron! Are you insane?”

Penelope sent a picture to the BAU (minus Aaron) of Aaron and you at the door and said, “Operation get those two back together is in the final stages.”

“It’s been a long six months and I was too afraid to tell you what I want.”

What was going on? Aaron’s at Penelope’s door. You hadn’t talked to him in 6 months, but he’s here. He must have realized that he had lost you. He had to be holding on to some type of hope or faith to think it’s how he’d get you back.

“Aaron, let’s get you out of that suit, you’re gonna catch a cold. And is Jack home alone? He hates storms, Aaron.”

Aaron didn’t budge. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you into the hall.

“I want you for worse or for better. I would wait forever and ever. I broke your heart, I know that. But I’ll put it back together. Like I said, I would wait forever and ever. I was sitting on our couch the other day, in our sunroom, just remembering how it used to be. How the last good memory I have of us was from that morning 6 months ago. It hurt taking down those pictures of us, me kissing your cheek. Those were my favorite ones that I had framed, because you were so caught off guard in them. They were my favorite pictures because that was always my chance to surprise you.”

You couldn’t help but look at him with the most empathetic eyes you ever had. He must have come to his senses that he lost you, or, got close to losing you forever.

“When you told me that I was losing you, I couldn’t believe. I didn’t want to believe it. I lost my mind when I left you all alone and I never told you why. That’s how it works and that’s how I lost my dream girl. God, I miss you. I miss your scent in the morning. I miss when Jack used to be happy to come into our room, now he won’t even step foot in there. I missed that I had someone to come home, too. Someone who told me I was doing my best job, nothing more could have been done. I miss the one who put me above herself. I’m not saying that to be selfish, but I miss it because the date I went on, she only cared about herself. I compared her to you. No one will ever be you. I want you. I want the girl who notices what my favorite brand of pens are and secretly refills them. I want the girl I can come home too and not be screamed at even though I messed up and should be yelled at. I want you. I want all of you. I know I might have lost you for good. You told me that. I’m willing to compromise and cut back on my hours and if we schedule a date, I’m going to make sure you and I go on that date. Because i saw what you looked like on a date with another guy. I saw how happy you were as a live band was playing. You were dancing in the street and I want to be the one to spin you around. I want to be the one who dances with you when no one else is dancing. I want you for worse or for better. I’ll wait forever and ever just to get you again. I broke your heart, I’ll put it back together. I promise you that. I want to get you back.”

Just as he caught his breath, you stepped forward and kissed him. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you closer to him. The kiss was 1000 times better than your first kiss. You know Aaron meant every word he just confessed to you right now. That kiss proves he knew he lost you the first time, and he would never lose you again.

“I’m not going to lose you anymore. It’s you and me until the end of time. Those 6 months were hell without you in my life, I never want to live through that again.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

As you pulled him into Penelope’s apartment, he shut the door behind him and he said hello to her. You excused yourself and apologized to Penelope but she stopped you before you could even say anything else.

Closing your door behind you and Aaron, he pushed you back up against the door, kissing you again. You began to take off his wet suit and as you got him stripped out of his clothes, you stopped just as he was in his boxers.

“Who has Jack?”

“Jack is with Jess. He wanted to have a sleepover there. You know, he misses you.”

You pushed him back against the bed and made him sit down. You moved around the room, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and tshirt that you had stolen and never gave back after the break up.

As Aaron put his sweatpants on, he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you once more.

“6 months was a long time without you. I never want to be without you for that long ever again. Please come home. Jack misses you, I miss you. I still want to marry you. It’s our 4 year anniversary today, in case you forgot.”

“How could I forget?”

You ran your fingers through his soaking wet hair. You took him in. It’s been 6 whole months since you got to be with him. But it’s probably been over a year since you were having an emotional, vulnerable, intimiate moment with him right now.

“Aaron, I love you. If we do this, we get back together, get married. Things have to change. I can’t go through that again. I can’t do the broken promises. I can’t have a baby with you if you won’t help be a parent to them. I want to have a baby with you because I know you’re an amazing father with Jack, but I want our baby to have those moments with you. Maybe even more moments that you missed with Jack. You told me that was your biggest regret in your life, was not being there for the little things. If we’re going to do this, let’s do this right.”

“I told you. I’m going to fix your heart that I broke. I’m going to do everything to change. I’m going to do it the right way. Thank you for bringing me to my senses. Thank you for giving me a second chance, well more like the millionth chance. But thank you.”

As you and him made your ways onto your respective sides of the bed, you got under the covers with him. When he pulled you into his arms, he waited until you were long asleep in his arms before he decided to close his eyes.

He lost you the first time, he sure as hell would never lose you again. Confessing his love, he wanted to get you back. He wanted to get his girl back, and he did. He would forever be grateful for it.

****4 years later****

As you and Aaron celebrated your 3 year wedding anniversary, 8 years of being together, you were sat around the dinner table with Jack and yours and Aaron’s twins. Within 4 years, you and him had your twins, a boy and a girl, and countless memories with your family.

As you were looking through the photo album, there was a note that had slipped out. When you grabbed it, Aaron tried to grab it from you. You opened it and read, “How You Get the Girl T. Swift”

“Aaron Hotchner. You did not win me back by acting out a Taylor Swift song in real life.”

Aaron smiled and took the note back from you. He kissed you, leaving Jack scrunching his face up and the twins clapping.

Aaron said, “That’s how it works. It’s how I got the girl.”

Tagging: @matcha70sugar @rosesinmars @imnotsiriusyouare

[summerlovingbaby]

rooftops

It was November 4th, Andrew stared at the alarm clock Kevin annoyingly sat on the windowsill, it was 2:37 AM. He had been staring at it since 10PM the night before, dreading watching the minutes tick by until it was midnight. There was nothing special about November 4th, just another day in the year, another horrible day sandwich in between worse ones. Every day Andrew had to wake up and fight not to throw himself down the stairs, and for some reason, every year on November 4th, he had to fight extra hard.

He rolled to his back to glare at the ceiling, today was his birthday, and that deserved some acknowledgement. He remembered every horrible birthday with a painstaking clarity and none of them were good. The best memory he had was opening the bedroom window, and crawling to the roof to look at wide expanse of the sky and get some perspective, but he only felt small underneath the wide expanse of the stars, and that somehow made him feel worse.

He had a letter from his brother crumbled in his pocket, he held onto it even though he memorized every word. And sending back nothing but a “fuck you, never contact me again” hurt more than he thought it would. He had never belonged anywhere in his entire life, and he found someone who had his face, and he had to tell him to screw off because it was better that way. Andrew almost laughed himself off that roof, here he was protecting people he didn’t know, yet he still felt alone.

He didn’t have to roll over to know what Aaorn was doing, he did it every year. Tried to mute his cries with a pillow. For all intents and purposes he was doing a good job. Kevin slept light, and Aaron was silencing his sobs with a pillow. He did this every year and neither of them acknowledged it. Aaron stopped crying in front of Andew years ago, but Andrew knew approximately how much he did because he wasn’t good at hiding the aftermath.

He hated crying, and people who did it. It was stupid and useless and solved exactly none of your problems.

Andrew spruned by the sudden heat of the room sat upright, swung his legs to the edge of the bed and felt his way around the room with his foot until he found the fridge and opened it, letting the white light flood the room. He took his time poking at the different beverages, it was his birthday, if he wanted to spend a few extra minutes milling about the fridge, letting the cool air hit his face, he could do what he wanted, it was his birthday. He reached for the back of the fridge and picked up a half empty glass bottle of vodka. It was stupid expensive, and a gift that he swore to himself he would savor, but hell it was a special occasion. 

He closed the door softly, hoping not to wake Kevin, the last thing he wanted to listen to was Kevin bitch and moan about his less than restful slumber, and instead of finding himself back at the foot of his own bed he found himself at Aarons, who was peering down at him from the top bunk with sad eyes. He knocked the glass bottle on the frame of his wood bed.

“ Get down,” he whispered, “ lets go.”

He turned and waited towards the door. Aaron always slept in just boxers which made Andew immensely uncomfortable, so he waited wordless at the door for him to dress. He heard the sounds of the drawer open and shut and Aaron shuffling through the motions of dressing until he heard Aaron force out a cough, and he opened the door.

Andrew caught a glimpse of Aaron on the way out, wearing obnoxiously bright orange matching sweat suit. Andrew rolled his eyes at the sight of him, he looked almost pathetically childish. Like one of those goldfish you got at a fair and kept in a plastic bag. Those fish never lasted long, and died because they ran out of air. Aaron was still clutching a pillow to his chest, and had the lower half of his face buried in the cotton material.

Andrew knew where he was going, and let his feet mindlessly wander to the roof, trusting that no one would be awake at this hour. If anyone would be awake it would be Neil, but he trusted Neil to read the situation and stay clear of the twins as they made their way to the roof.

Andrew walked along the edge, reckless teetering over the side, his hands outstretched beside him for balance, sometimes he behaved in such a destructive manner it wouldn’t be a stretch to call him suicidal, but it was his birthday, and he could be ever bit as reckless as he pleased. The wind was fresh and nipped at his heels, so he sat on the edge wishing he brought a jacket. He looked back to Aaron,who was feeling the weather too, was waiting by the door like a child.

Andrew bit the cork of the bottle and spat it off the roof and pat the spot next to him. Aaron got the hint and sat down next to him, as far as he could manage without it being noticeably awkward, and sat the pillow on his lap using his forearm to wipe away his tears. He finally stopped crying, and Andew took solace in the silence. The only noise was the sound of cars whipping through the parking lot, and flies hitting the bug zapper. Andrew was cold, but turned the bottle up to his lips, and swallowed twice, before setting the bottle down and pushed it Aarons direction, watching out of the corner of his eye as Aaron stared at it like it was a loaded gun, before shoving it back in Andrews direction.

The cool air only calmed Aaron down temporary because he was sniffling again, and his breathing turned rapid. He brought the pillow again not to cry, and Andrew shot him a despeate glare. If he was gonna cry, he could at least do it properly. It was his birthday, and if he wanted to spend it dry heaving up snot and tears than he could do as he pleased, and Andrew wasn’t gonna judge. Tears were a welcomed change from the anger he usually got, and a large step up from Aarons typical childish petulant silence Andrew got after their mom died.

“ If you’re gonna cry, do it properly,” he said, snatching the pillow from his grip and tossing off the roof, watching as it landed in the bushes, “ don’t muffle yourself anymore.”

Aaron didn’t say anything, just looked at the navy blue pillow that stood out against the greenery, letting tears silently fall into his lap without bothering to wipe his face, he chewed on his lip to keep from making a noise, before he suddenly gasped very loudly and clapped a hand to his mouth, barley muffling a groan, and doubling over as if someone struck him in the stomach gagging violently.

“ Sit up before you vomit,” Andrew chided, he grabbed him by the collar and forced him to sit up straight, and Aaron who refused to to look at him jerked his head to the side and stared at the vent system next to him. Aaron violently quivered and shook with sobs, with every sob his entire chest heaved and he violently gagged like he would barf up dinner if he ate it.

“ Why won’t you fucking look at me?”

Aaron ignored him in favor of crying harder, Andrew didn’t think it possible. There went that childish petchulence that was so common it was expected, and without Nicky to be a buffer for Andrew ill-mannered nature, Aaron was forced to confront his twin brother head on.

“ Are you going to ignore me because I don’t feel like talking to myself,” he said, Aaron was quick to anger and Andrew knew exactly how to piss him off enough to start talking. “ If you’re not going to talk then you should go back inside,” he said, he finally turned towards Aaron, whos head was bent at an uncomfortable degree looking away, and based on the tenseness of his shoulders, he knew that Andrew turned to face him. “ If you won’t then I will,” he said, one final threat.

For some reason, Aaron cannot stand being alone, even if that means his only company would be Andrew.

“ Don’t go,” he quietly spoke.

“ Then answer my question, why won’t you look at me?”

“I miss my mom, and everytime I look at you I wanna kill you, becaue you took my mom,” he said through a series of wet sniffs and tears. He took a deep breath before settling himself and turning to look over the expanse of grass and concrete.

Andrew rolled his eyes, their mother was an incredulous drug addict, abusive narsassit, and the only time she was ever worth anything was when she was dead. She was an idiot who had kids she couldn’t care for, or care about. Aaron was better off with her in a little pine box, and Andrew would never understand how Aaron could miss someone so horrible. He wanted Drake dead nearly everyday since he met him, and only put up with him for so long because losing Drake, also meant loosing Cass, and that seemed so intolerable to him when he was younger. Aaron must have seen him roll his eyes because tears fell down his face and puddled onto his sweatpants.

“ I never gave you shit for killing him,” they didn’t have to speak his name to know who he was talking about.

“ Its not the same thing, and you know it. She wasn’t bad all the time, she wasn’t. Sometimes she was nice. She loved me,” Aaron said determined. “He was a perv, she loved me.”

“ And love is what? A fist to the face? Shoving pills down your throat to shut you up?”

Aaron balked at the implication. “ Things are so black and white with you, either you’re bad or good? Unless your Neil in which case you can be completely horrible, and you don’t even fucking care.” he snapped, he was still crying, despite the intense anger and rage that wa obvious with the edge of his voice. 

“ You hate me because I kept my word, I said I would protect you and I did it, and for that I get what? Petchulance?”

“ Where did you learn that big word?” Aaron said in a mocking tone. “ I know you don’t get it because you never had one but she was my mom. She wasn’t bad all the time she was good,” as if he could make Andrew understand.

“ She got you strung out, and she beat you-”

“ Only when I deserved it, even when I misbeahvaed.”

Andrew glanced over at him, with a restrained look of disgust, bothered at how pathetic his brother sounded. 

“ Do you even hear yourself?” Andrew asked, genuinely curious if he heard how incredous he sounded.

Aaron was silent, and lifted one foot to the edge of the roof, jamming it into his chest. Andrew watched as he soothed himself, he did it often, like if he made himself small enough, or quiet enough, he was never there.

“ Speak,” he demanded.

Aaron chewed on his cheek to keep himself for talking and Andew responded by slapping him firmly on the back, and Aaron embolden by this intense gesture began to cry again.

“ I know you will never get it, but she was my mom and I miss her,” he spoke softly.

Andrew thought about this. Tilda was so unloving, her instincts so intensely not maternal he never viewed her as anything besides a horrid woman. But aaron had the thing Andew so intensely hoped for he was willing to go through hell just to get a chance for it. They both wanted a mother and were willing to put up with abuse to get one, it wasn’t Aarons fault that his mom and his abuser were the same person.

“ I will never regret killing her, not for one day, it was the best thing I’ve done for you,” he said, “ But I am sorry you miss your mom,” he said.

Andrews words seem to melt the very limited compouse Aaron managed to hold onto, he doubled over in tears, and brought his knees into his chest, breathing hard and ragged, gagging on his own spit. Andrew unsure of what to do, Aaron hadn’t had such a violent reaction since they were kids continued to talk.

“And you can cry as much as you damn well please, no one is gonna hit you for having feelings,” he added.

[mulling-over-milgram]

So I was drawing some of the milgram characters and two of my friends decided to assign the characters names and they were super off so I’m sharing the insanity muu = jenny

yuno = Alakazam / Michelle

fuuta = aaorn (specifically with two a’s) / mark

[milliebanilligram]

Mom

"god dammit I HATE YOU ! I HATE YOU AARON ! I FUCKING HATE YOU !"

Aaorn laughed as Ben socked him once again . His nose was gushing blood , and his clothes were tarnished .

"HITTING ME AINT GONNA BRING YOUR MOMMY BACK"

[birdsometimeswrites]

just watched hamilton

lemme summarize to ppl who don't have 2 hours to spare

hamilton born bastard, orphan, son of a whore, dad left at 10, mom died at 12, at 17 goes to the US, and meets aaorn burr and some other revolutionaries whens he's 19

he then meets GEORGE FUCKING WASHINGTON and becomes his right-hand man

he also meet eliza who is amazing

he marries her, but then one of his friends john laurens (gay lover maybe bc love letters) dies trying to set up an all black army

his efforts were in vain at that time

so hamilton thinks death is catching up to him so he starts working more and more

thomas jefferson's coming home!!!

and he and him become rivals that would prob murder each other

so he then has a FUCKING AFFAIR THATS ALL HIS FAULT

when eliza and her sister go upstate

bc he was "working"

so he gets blackmailed

but tjeff and aaron burr and madison (jeffersons friend) find him paying money and think he's taking money form the government

so they go to visit him

and this dumbass goes "oh no lol i'm not taking money i'mjust cheating on my wife lmao ^^"

and they're like "what the fuck" but promise not to say anything

but hamilton says "yknow what, lemme just fuking PUBLISH my affair for everyone to read"

so comes the reynolds pamplhet

leading to one of the most batshit insane songs ever

and eliza burns his lettersbc shes heartbroken, and she has a right to be

but she forgives him when their son philip dies bc duel

time for the PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

and hamilton sees aaron burr and tjeff running and he's like OH SHIT THIS COUNTRY IS SO FUCKING FUCKED"

so he chooses his rival tjeff bc AT LEAST he has ideals

and aaron burr is very fucking pissed

so burr challenges him to a duel

and hamilton aims his guns UPWARDS

so aaoron burr kills him

so eliza spends the rest of her life never marrying again and protecting her husband's legacy

WE DONT FUCKING DESERVE ELIZA

anyway thats the end

*bows*

[devogamer]

attack number 151 @oingyxboingy‘s character Aaorn

[jaylor]

that new john mulaney news is not. fucking. it

[1337wtfomgbbq]

First Year: 1969

Had anybody told him that he would be getting a letter in early 1969, being delivered by a man in strange robes telling him that he was a wizard and he would be going to a school called 'Hogwarts' and learn how to use magic, Sean would have asked if they were dropped on their head as an infant too much.

But it all became horrible reality as the man, Professor Ivan Dreyfuß, who taught Ancient Runes and Alchemy at Hogwarts as he explained, told him he would be taking him to London to a place called Diagon Alley, where he would be able to buy the stuff he needed for school.

What followed was a lengthy discussion between Sean, his older brother Andrew, his mother and Professor Dreyfuß about the following proceedings.

As it turned out Sean's best friends, Liam and Odhran, who lived in the same street as himself, had both also received the same letter as he himself.

That was why Professor Dreyfuß took all three of them, plus a parental guardian, to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies.

//《••》\\

Sean still wasn't sure if the whole thing wasn't an elaborate joke, up until he stepped foot into Diagon Alley.

Unless they were all having the same dream, they were all getting books filled with spells and instructions on how to brew potions.

„Alright, this is real after all,“ Sean mumbled once he saw the wand that chose Liam, as Ollivander had put it, spray a plume of water.

His own wand, blackthorn with dragonheart string if he remembered correctly, spurted some small fireworks once Sean swung it as Ollivander instructed.

Odhran's parents stared in pure amazement at the cloud of green clovers his wand produced.

Their way to platform 9 ¾ on September 1st that year was just as surreal as their visit to Diagon Alley. This time however, Andrew and Henry could tag along.

Andrew wasn't really that impressed, promising him that he would be holding the line at home, while Henry was utterly fascinated by the hogwarts express and wouldn't stop asking their mother if he couldn't go to hogwarts as well.

„But I want to go too. Please, please, please,“ Henry begged, and their mother smiled and layed a hand on his shoulder.

„Maybe you'll get a letter too when you turn eleven,“ she said. Six year old Henry looked as if he couldn't wait to grow older.

A family shuffled past them, an older bloke and a boy that looked to be their age.

The boy had dark brown hair that was all curly and brown eyes that made Sean's stomach do a backflip as they locked eyes.

The boy smiled at him before being herded off by his mother, another family walked past them having Sean loose sight of the boy.

Liam and Odhran showed up a moment later and made him forget about the boy.

They hurried to board the train. An older girl had told them they would be leaving the station soon.

Sean promised his mother he would be writing, since Professor Dreyfuß had told them Hogwarts had a whole fleet of owls the students could use to stay in contact with home.

Henry hugged him and made him promise to write about the school, while Andrew patted his shoulder.

Once on the train he, Liam and Odhran got into a compartment, only for Odhran to promptly offer a fellow first year a seat.

He turned out to be from Derry as well; his name was Shain.

But they didn't stay in their compartment for long, as a plan had formed in Sean's mind.

They were already four first years that were from Derry, and, as it turned out, all of their families were also involved with the IRA. Who knew, maybe there were more.

And Sean turned out to be right, as they found Ryan and Thomas, who were also from Derry. Thomas had even went to the same primary school as them, they just hadn't been in the same class, but Odhran remembered him being pretty good at football.

Sean also remembered Andrew mentioning a boy he hab been in a brawl with british soldiers with, his name had been Doxey.

The world was a pretty small place indeed.

//《••》\\

„What is that? IRA?“ a voice said just as they were in conversation about the current state of affairs in the Bogside.

Sean turned his head towards the source of it. It was a rather short girl with dark blond hair that stood in the open doors of their compartment.

She wore those robes the wizards had been wearing in Diagon Alley, so she was probably not from the muggle world as they were.

„I wouldn't know what it concerns you,“ Odhran snorted, prefering to ignore the girl. But she was oddly persistant.

„But you're talking about it so heatedly,“ she said, leaning more into their compartment, „It must be something important.“

If Sean didn't knew better he would have said her mouth was salivating at the prospect of gaining some gossip.

He got up. „You should leave,“ he said.

Standing so close to her he realized that he was towering over her, she had to tilt her head back to be able to look him in the eyes.

„But-“ she started as Sean pushed her out of the doorframe.

„Now,“ he hissed. She looked quite surprised and about to open her mouth again as Sean bodily turned her and pushed her down the hallway. „Goodbye,“ he said, quickly adding, „Go follow them,“ as he saw a boy with hair as bright as a beakon and a boy that looked like military school further down the hallway, „maybe you can annoy them.“

The girl stumbled off as Sean gave her a shove and immediately as he turned back he was faced with another new face.

„You know, you don't have to squeeze all of you into one compartment,“ a boy with golden blond hair said. He had a pretty thick scottish accent.

Sean had been about to groan in annoyance, thinking the boy would be as nosy as the girl, but sighed in relieve instead.

The boy had to be a first year as well, as he looked to be around their age.

He also wore one of those robes the girl had worn. But unlike hers the boys robes weren't black, his were of a dark maroon color. The remainder of his clothes also looked strangely old, like something from photos of people from the 19th century.

That reminded him, he had risked a look into his 'history of magic' book, and spend an entire evening reading about the goblin riots.

„What do you care?“ Odhran snorted, at the same time as Thomas said, „It's alright. We don't mind.“ They stared at each other.

And Sean remembered how this awkward timing had sometimes ended with Odhran and Thomas in a scuffle that needed to be broken up by one of their teachers; and them getting detention for it.

Sean chuckled as he remembered that, and so did the boy in the doorway.

„Well, alright,“ he said, „just thought I'd offer some of you a seat. Lewis said those compartments only hold four people.“

„No complaints here,“ Shain said and he and the other boys shrugged their shoulders in agreement. It was a bit crammed but they could manage.

„Well, Lew always liked to tell bullshit,“ the boy snorted, which made Sean perk up.

„Your brother's already going to hogwarts?“ he asked, his interest spiked.

The boy nodded, raising a brow as Sean leaned against the wall next to him, crossing his arms. „Do tell.“

„I don't know how much is there to tell,“ the boy said, „Everybody knows about hogwarts, right?“

Sean shrugged and the rest of the boys also looked rather lost.

The boy's eyes widened. „You're all... muggle borns?“ he asked.

„If that means we had no idea we were wizards, then yes,“ Ryan said and the rest of the boys nodded as well.

//《••》\\

The boy, who turned out to be named Aaron, got extremely excited and soon they were seven boys in a compartment for four.

Aaron spend the remainder of the train ride telling them all sorts of things about the wizarding world, hogwarts and quidditch.

„So it's kinda like basketball but on brooms,“ Liam mumbled through a mouth full of pumpkin pasties they had gotten from the sweets trolley.

Aaron, trying to contain a chocolate frog, looked at him confused and the frog managed to jump out of his hands and onto the ground. „What's basketball?“

„Doesn't matter,“ Sean said, waving his hand dismissively, „Football is the only important thing.“

„What is football?“ Aaron asked, and now it was the boys that groaned.

„There is so much we can still show you,“ Odhran grinned, laying an arm around Aaron's shoulders, who looked at Sean with a confused expression that only grew once he saw Sean patting his trunk with a broad grin.

„I hope you got no cat in there,“ he said warily and Sean laughed.

„Of course not, just a football. My mom wouldn't have a cat in the house, she hates them.“

Aaron nodded. „Any of you got an owl?“ he asked once Odhran let go of him.

All of them shook their heads. Thomas' father wasn't too sure about having an owl at home, while Sean and Liam couldn't affort one.

„I have one,“ Aaron said proudly. „An eagle-owl.“

„Wow,“ Odhran said, sounding unimpressed. Ryan and Thomas on the other hand asked to see the owl later on.

//《••》\\

They continued talking about quidditch and football and what was happening in the wizarding world vs in the muggle world.

It was strange for the boys to think that Aaron had no idea what was going on in Northern Ireland, just as Aaron couldn't believe they didn't knew a thing about the blood purity movement around he who called himself 'the dark lord'.

„It's so stupid,“ Aaron said. They had all changed into their school robes once Aaron's brother Lewis had showed up and told them they would be arriving at hogwarts shortly. „If we hadn't mixed with muggles we would've gone extinct long ago.“

„At least we would've gone extinct with grace,“ a voice said.

The voice belonged to a girl. With her dark hair put into a tight bun and her nose held high she shoved Ryan out of her way. „I wouldn't want your dirty blood.“

„They surely don't want your blood either,“ Aaron hissed at her, but the girl didn't seem phased.

She snorted her disdain and strutted off and out of the train.

„I swear this whole blood status thing is totally bonkers,“ Liam said as they made their way out of the train and onto the platform. Aaron nodded avidly.

They watched as the rest of the new students pooled out of their compartment. They were about to follow the older students as there was a loud, booming voice calling over the platform that made many of them flinch.

„Firs' years to me!“

It was a giant man in a furry coat who was holding a lantern and waving them towards him.

„Come on,“ he yelled, „we don't have all evening. Let's get to the boats.“

„Boats?“ Thomas asked, sounding frightened. He apparently didn't like riding boats.

The whole ride over the lake that he spend in a boat with Sean, Liam and Aaron he wouldn't stop shaking,

Thankfully the ride over the lake didn't take long and Aaron assured Thomas over and over again that this was the only time they would have to cross the lake like that.

Thomas still breathed a sigh of relieve as he was finally on firm ground again.

The whole lot of them followed the giant man, up an awefull lot of stairs towards the castle. It seemed to go on forever until they finally managed to reach the top of the stairs and an entrance to the castle.

[faggotri]

which gay person in my residence hall is listening to a hard knock life annie while showering

[nu-blessed]

NU’EST W final comeback “Wake,N” teasers

[wftc141]

Art by @hermeshasnowings

Aaron and Roberta injured in their final battle against the CIA Bloodstone's Grey Fox unit in the jungle of Lao. Roberta still wears her attire she wore in Roanapur than her maid uniform from the show. Aaron wears a different attire disguised as a dead soldier to ambush the corrupt CIA operatives. Roberta lost her right eye and two of her finger and has a gunshot wound to the left leg. As for Aaron, he has a gut shot wound and a gun shot wound to the right leg.

[h50europe]

HAWAII FIVE-0 - Looks like TPTB are recycling ... 

Pic 1 : janelle_d_c #joeylawrence #h50 #bestdayever

Pic. 2: Joey Lawrence (@joeylawrence)  Yo yo. Guess what I’m working on again! My bad boy character Aaron Wright is coming back to @hawaiifive0cbs ! My good buddy and  #friend @plenkov has brought me back into the #hawaiifive0 tent! I’m pumped! #getready #cbs #blessed #excited #cbsstudiosjoeylawrence

[historyofchildhood]

Theodosia Burr at age 11.  

[urtheatre]

Welcome to the first in our meet the actors series for our production of Stupid Fucking Bird.

First up. Gabriel Pierce, class of 2025.

Gabe is working towards a double major in Biomedical Engineering and Political Science. He is portraying Dr. Eugene Sorn in our production of Stupid Fucking Bird. Dr. Sorn is the brother of the starlet Emma, and the uncle of the plays protagonist Conrad.

+ What are you up to when you're not in class or rehearsals?

You can find me at Starbucks spending too much declining.

+ Tell us a little about your previous theater experience.

I played Pippin in my junior year of high school, unfortunately, it was shut down on opening night (March 12th) because of the pandemic. I was able to return to the stage for a production of Something Rotten in which I played Nigel, as well as a production of Legally Blonde in which I played various ensemble characters. I'm ecstatic to be on stage this winter and have felt that this production has helped me grow so much, much more than I first thought it would.

+ What made you want to audition for Stupid Fucking Bird?

I just said, "why the hell not?". My mentality was more so that I could say I tried, rather than regretting and wishing I did.

+ In what ways do you feel similar to your character?

I very much enjoy helping others, family or friends, through struggles and listening to what others have going on in their life.

+ In what ways are you and your character different?

I'm definitely more of an "attention seeker" than Sorn is.

+ What would you say has been the most difficult thing about portraying your character?

The physicality and movements of a 60-year-old man. I'm very much a mover and it’s very difficult to overcome that in order to portray him fully.

+ What do you hope audiences take away from your performance?

I hope audiences realize that life is so much more than just one feeling at a time or one dimension. People are far more complex than I realized until I really dove into this show.

+ Why should people see this play?

I hope people just like theater or performances, but also to support classmates who work hard on this! To actually listen and appreciate something that someone else has worked for countless hours on goes a very long way.

+ Is there anything else you’d like to share?

Here's a fun fact: I only started theater late my sophomore year of high school (which was 2019). Not even 3 years in, it's never too late to get involved!!

You can find Gabe on instagram or on snapchat at @gwp_music777