#for Teresa the actions speak louder than words

[hardaman-singh]

The Importance of Leadership: How One Person Can Make a Difference

Leadership is a concept that has been highly studied and debated for centuries. It has been defined in various ways, but one thing is certain - the impact of a good leader can be immense. From politics to business, from sports teams to community organizations, leadership is crucial for success. In this blog, we will explore the importance of leadership and how one person can make a difference through effective leadership.

First and foremost, let’s start with the definition of leadership. According to Merriam-Webster dictionary, leadership is “the act or an instance of leading; guidance; direction.” This definition may seem simple, but it encompasses many important aspects of leadership. A leader is someone who not only guides and directs others but also inspires and motivates them to achieve a common goal.

One of the most significant effects of good leadership is the creation of a positive and productive work environment. A leader’s attitude and behavior greatly influence those around them. A positive leader who leads with integrity, empathy, and respect can create a culture of trust, collaboration, and innovation within their team or organization. On the other hand, a toxic leader who lacks these qualities can instill fear, mistrust, and negativity among their followers. As the saying goes, “a fish rots from the head” - a bad leader can poison the entire team or organization.

In the business world, effective leadership is crucial for success. A good leader can drive growth, motivate employees, and increase productivity. They have a vision for the company and inspire others to work towards achieving it. A great example of this is Steve Jobs, who transformed Apple from a struggling company to one of the most valuable brands in the world through his visionary leadership.

Leadership is also essential in times of crisis. A leader who remains calm, communicates effectively, and makes rational decisions can help their team navigate through difficult situations. We have seen this recently with the COVID-19 pandemic, where leaders in various industries and countries have had to make tough decisions to protect their employees and keep their businesses afloat.

Moreover, strong leadership is necessary for the growth and development of individuals. A good leader not only focuses on achieving tasks and goals, but they also invest time and effort into developing their team members. They identify their strengths and weaknesses and provide opportunities for them to learn, grow, and reach their full potential. This creates a sense of loyalty and commitment towards the leader and the organization.

Leadership is not limited to hierarchical positions or titles. Anyone can be a leader, regardless of their formal authority. In fact, some of the most influential leaders in history were not in positions of power but still managed to make a significant impact. Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, and Mother Teresa are just a few examples of individuals who led through their actions, values, and beliefs.

So, how can one person make a difference through leadership? The key is to understand that leadership is not about dictating or controlling others; it is about inspiring and influencing them. A leader must have a clear vision and communicate it effectively to their team. They must also lead by example, as actions speak louder than words. A good leader should listen to their team’s ideas and involve them in decision-making processes, creating a sense of ownership and commitment among team members.

Another crucial aspect of leadership is emotional intelligence. A leader must be self-aware and empathetic towards others. They should be able to understand their team’s emotions and concerns and address them effectively. Emotional intelligence enables a leader to build strong relationships with their team members, leading to better communication, teamwork, and ultimately, success.

In addition to these qualities, continuous learning and adaptability are crucial for effective leadership. The world is constantly changing, and leaders must be able to adapt quickly to new situations and challenges. They should also be open to feedback and willing to learn from their mistakes. A growth mindset is essential for a leader to continuously improve and stay ahead of the game.

In summary, leadership is a crucial aspect of success in any field. It has the power to shape individuals, teams, and organizations and drive them towards a common goal. A good leader can create a positive work environment, inspire and motivate their team, and handle crises effectively. Leadership is not limited to formal positions of authority; anyone can make a difference through their actions, values, and beliefs. To be an effective leader, one must have a clear vision, lead by example, possess emotional intelligence, continuously learn and adapt. As John C. Maxwell said, “A leader is one who knows the way, goes the way, and shows the way.” So let us all strive to be leaders who inspire and make a positive difference in this world.

[funkymumky]

Oh this scene that broke my heart and still breakes it every time I see it. Like @calliopecalling said, C’mon, James, go to her, hug her and all…like you do a couple of episodes later when she thinks you betrayed her. Yeah, this timing…ntz ntz ntz!

To protect us.

[polomikami]

“Okay, maybe I’ll eat my words. Joker’s more cut out for this life than I gave him credit for.” Polo happily flicked through a stack of money he’d been counting; his winnings from betting on Cam during the last challenge. “Kinda hoped he’d get Cruz with the pipe even if I know he’s too soft. Poetic justice or whatever.” He didn’t know if that was the right way to use the phrase, point was that Kit owed the Lost Boys a hell of a lot of money from all the shit he’d stolen when he’d done his little disappearing act and it was getting to the point where actions were going to speak louder than words when it came to getting back what they were owed. He turned a little, away from Ace, “No, I’m not going to donate it to a fuckin’ kindergarten, get your Mother Teresa eyes off my bills.”

@smokingaceschw​

[royal-confessions]

“Wow, Maria Teresa is really surprising me every day with her big ego. Why is she always getting interviews and not her husband, the actual ruler? And it is just distasteful to talk about her new grandson for the 1st time in an interview centred on her. Guillaume and Stephanie should have their own interview talking about their newborn  as his parents. Maria Teresa should just calm down with her PR and start treating people better. Action speaks louder than words. Using the media to say nice things about yourself won’t make these allegations go away.” - Submitted by Anonmymous

[thebiglonely]

If we truly believe we belong to each other, we won’t wait or need convincing before we speak up or speak out for one another in our times of need.

And if we say we belong to each other, our actions will speak louder than words, our empathy will be more than just for show, and silence will no longer be the deafening cry of our complicity and our defeat.

Mother Teresa said, “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”

[quellthefire]

Never Have I Ever

MCU Avengers, Explicit, 1,682 words. 

Read on AO3

The Avengers participate in a little friendly team building exercise at Stark Towers. Which really just means getting blitzed on everything in Tony's liquor cabinets and playing Never Have I Ever. And poor Steve keeps getting made fun of for being the pillar of family values... 

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“No way, guys, this is gonna lead to half of you passed out drunk and the other half sober enough to remember the things you regret admitting to.” Bruce shook his head and backed away from the group.

They had settled onto couches near a fireplace in Stark Tower, and there was a downright scary amount of alcohol collected on the coffee table in front of them. Enough to kill a small village. They’d already downed a third of it. Nat had even concocted a near lethal combination of alcohol to get Steve drunk. He was pretty sure there was actual rubbing alcohol in it, but he wasn’t about to question her methods. It tasted like pineapple, once you got past the scorching burn. He liked the taste of pineapple, so he tried not to think too hard about it.

“C’mon Bruce, it’s team building!” Clint couldn’t help but grin as he said it.

“Like those trust fall retreats! But with drinking!” Natasha added.

Bruce scowled at the pair who were clearly not going to drop this, “There’s no way in hell I’m joining. Besides, Steve’s playing. How much fun can you have when Mr. Prim and Pure is part of it? No offense, Cap.”

“Hey!” Steve exclaimed, swallowing the sip of pineapple poison he’d just taken. “I’ll have you know I got into a lot of hijinks back in the day!”

There was a beat of silence, and then everyone burst into laughter. “Sure Cap, you’re quite the debaucher,” Tony snorted, clapping him on the back. He gave a knowing wink that was pure sarcasm.

Steve’s face flushed and he tried to think of a good comeback. It wasn’t going well. He opened his mouth once, twice, apparently on the verge of speaking, but then thought better of it.

With a groan, Bruce waved dismissively as he made his way towards the kitchen “Have fun with your depravity. I’m gonna go finish up the dishes.”

They stared after him, disappointed that their friend was so opposed to their antics. Nat took a swig from a humongous vodka bottle, the harsh liquor going down smoothly, and settled back into her seat, clearly annoyed.

Thor eventually broke the silence, declaring, “I require more drink!” and Natasha poured a generous helping of her vodka into his glass. He beamed with thanks.

Tony cleared his throat, he was getting impatient and bored. Everyone was far too sober and clothed for his liking. “Shall we get this show on the road? Does everyone know the rules?”

“Yes!” Thor grinned, “We tell tales of our sexual exploits and drink!” He was proud of himself for his knowledge of Earth customs.

“Not exactly,” said Clint. “You’re supposed to take turns saying, ‘‘Never have I ever, and then add something raunchy that you’ve done to complete the sentence. If you’ve done whatever it is, you’re supposed to take a drink. The goal is to get everyone else wasted while not getting yourself completely sloshed.”

Thor still had a proud smile “Yes, Clint, we drink! That’s all that matters.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, muttering “Whatever, let’s get on with it.”

“I’ll start,” offered Clint. “Never have I ever… made out with a stranger.” He took a swig and looked expectantly around. Natasha and Tony drank, of course. Thor had to think about it for a moment and stared sadly at his vodka, wishing he could drink it.

And out of the corner of his eye, Clint saw Steve take a sip. “Wow, guess you’re not as innocent as we thought, Cap.” There was a hint of pride in his voice.

“I told you guys, I’m not some Puritan trying to ruin the fun,” Steve said with an indignant look towards Tony.

“Calm down, we’re just teasing you,” replied Nat. “My turn. Never have I ever… had sex with someone more than 10 years older than me.” She and Steve were the only ones to drink. Thor was still staring longingly at his undisturbed drink, and Tony shrugged, “What can I say, I like them younger?” was his only response.

Natasha punched him playfully. “You’re such a lecherous old man Tony.”

No one seemed to notice the heat rising in Steve’s face.

“It’s one of my numerous charms,” Tony said with a wink. “Never have I ever… fucked a stranger in a bathroom.” He drank heartily as Clint and Steve joined him. “Damn Cap, who knew an elderly man like you could get it?” Clint was struggling to stifle his laugh as he spoke.

Steve tipped his glass in Clint’s direction. “What can I say? People aren’t that different now compared to the 40’s.” He winked at Clint, which made the archer choke on his drink. Natasha had to slap him on the back a few times to help him breathe again.

Meanwhile, Thor was downright pouting, staring longingly into his untouched drink, “Where is the fun? I don’t like this Earth game.”

Clint coughed again, and then patted him on the arm consolingly “C’mon big guy, you’ll get a chance to drink.” Thor didn’t seem especially comforted by his words.

A soft mechanical whine came from the kitchen. Bruce had apparently finished loading the dishwasher and set it to run. He quickly moved on to vacuuming the hallway, the grating hum echoing into the cavernous room.

Clint and Natasha shared a conspiratorial look, then burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh Bruuuce! Come play with us!” they shouted towards the hall in eerie unison.

“I can’t hear you over the vacuum!” was the only response they got.

Natasha yelled back, “Don’t be such a pussy!” as she and her best friend collapsed against each other, faces red from laughter and their growing drunkenness.

“Why are you vacuuming?!” Tony yelled over the din. “This isn’t even your house!”

“Still can’t hear you!” After a moment or two the mechanical rumble died out and they could hear Bruce putting the vacuum back in it’s spot in a closet.

“Buzzkill!” Clint called after him, failing to stifle his giggles.

“Lemme see,” Clint scrunched up his face in exaggerated concentration. “Never have I ever slept with my best friend.”

Nat groaned and rolled her eyes. “You fell asleep on me twenty minutes into the movie Up. You can’t keep telling people we slept together.”

“Hey now!” He jutted his chin out defiantly. “There was some definite under the blanket action if I recall correctly.”

Nat shoved him away playfully. “The only action you got was me wiping the drool off your face when you tried to snuggle up against me.”

“Still counts in my book,” Clint said, grinning and batting his eyelashes as she groaned again in reply.

The game progressed, with Natasha and Tony drinking most rounds and Clint about half of the time. Thor had decided to just drink regardless. He hadn’t done any of the things his friends boasted of, save for the one about sex in a pool. He figured the Sea of Space was close enough to count.

To everyone’s horror and delight, Steve drank every single round. Tony, who had downed far more alcohol than even he usually drank, was getting increasingly more belligerent, insisting that Steve drop the act and stop pretending. Steve, to his credit, didn’t back down, and kept swearing there was a lot that Tony didn’t know about him. He was struggling to contain his laughter every time Tony reacted. Drunk Steve was like a little kid knocking over blocks. The more Tony got frustrated, the funnier it was.

“Like hell there is! There’s a whole museum exhibit dedicated to how wholesome you are. Now me, everyone expects me to have some wild stories, and I can back that up. You claiming to have hooked up with a guy is like saying Mother-fucking-Teresa had an extensive dildo collection or something. Who do you think you’re fooling?” Tony looked exasperated with his friend. The drunkenness had made him more confrontational than usual, and Steve was clearly enjoying getting a rise out of him. He just shrugged playfully and sipped his drink.

They could hear a ding coming from the elevator and the dull sounds of footsteps on the Tower’s tile floor.

Natasha rolled her eyes, “I guess we finally chased Bruce off? I was hoping he’d come back for the grand finale.”

“Oh well, my turn,” Steve said, feeling giddy. “Never have I ever been fisted by my best friend in an alleyway behind a movie theater.” He chugged the last half of his drink, beaming proudly at his fellow Avengers.

Before anyone could respond, a new voice suddenly chimed in with a cheery tone, “Oh hey, Steve. Why are you telling them that story? I thought you still wanted to keep that a secret.”

Tony whipped his head up as Bucky walked into the room. He couldn’t help but whisper, “What the fuck?” under his breath, eyes flickering back and forth between Steve and Bucky.

Bucky perched on the back of one of the couches behind Clint and Nat, who were staring up, mouths gaping at him. Steve smirked at his longtime friend.

Bucky saw Steve’s proud expression, and continued on. “Yeah, remember? You made me swear to secrecy about that. Did you tell them about that foursome with the Thompson twins too? God, that was a great night. Or what about that time we snuck into that bathhouse in Greenwich Village? Man, you all should have seen the hungry looks on those guy’s faces when they saw our boy here. Gave a whole new meaning to the phrase America’s Ass that night.” He gave a mock salute in Steve’s direction.

“What. The. Fuck.” Tony repeated, louder, as the rest of the group burst into fits of drunken giddiness .

“I think we can all agree Cap wins this game!” Nat shouted, gleefully raising her drink in the air, before bursting into a fit of giggles in Clint’s arms.

Steve silently refilled his drink, ears red and a smile wide on his face, while Bucky continued to regale them with stories of their younger days.

[queen-of-the-southhhhh]

Hi, I really enjoy your responses & keep'em coming. I want to get something off my chest bc of comments about how Teresa needs to step up & tell James how she feels. Well, I think James should suck it up. How many times did he say he wasn't leaving & his "I won't hurt her like you did". Well dude, prove it! Yes, he's justifiably hurt after the mole thing but he's just as bad as Teresa in terms not saying how he really feels. So, James - man up, tell her how you feel before you decide to leave.

Hey anon! Personally, I think that James has been “sucking it up”. That’s the point, he’s been loyal, he’s stayed with Teresa & has been helping her build her business, he was even willing to put his own feelings aside when they thought Guero was coming back. After all this time of him proving to Teresa that they’re “in this together”, she still accused him of betraying her and because of that, he’s closed himself off. Yes, James doesn’t tell Teresa how he feels but I feel like he’s done so much that his actions speak louder than his words (although, a verbal explanation wouldn’t hurt lol). Teresa has done the same but her and Pote accused James of being the rat. So from James’ pov, he just thinks that Teresa doesn’t feel the same way towards him because she was so quick to assume the worst of him him (which I understand on Teresa’s part but I just wish she handled it better.) He hasn’t seen what we’ve seen; like how happy Teresa was after their first night together or that she started crying when he told her he was leaving. We all would love for either one of them to express themselves and say how they truly feel but it’s just because of the mole situation that we would like for Teresa to be the one to reach out to James. I completely agree that they both have issues with explaining themselves or admitting their feelings and I really think they just need to communicate and then everything will be okay between them imo. 

Also, thank you! I’m glad you enjoy reading my responses.💕

[softparrishs]

it doesn’t start like anything, really

or maybe it does

maybe it started with Newt never leaving Thomas’ side when he was in that weird coma-state and only time when he woke up was screaming and calling for Newt or Teresa or Chuck or for people whose names Newt didn’t know

or maybe it started when Thomas woke up in their tent in safe haven and his eyes finally, finally, looked alive, so so alive, and Newt felt, in that perfect moment, like world would be okay again

or maybe it started when the mare thought of not being close to each other was so unbearable that they had the urge so strong, just to reach out, feel the skin of one another, just to make sure that hey, you’re here. you’re okay. we’re okay

they don’t know it at first; that something between them has changed. or maybe it was always this way. maybe that warm feeling of whatever it is, was always there but neither wanted to admit that maybe, just maybe, it was something worth of admiting

there is something bond to happen, something what will change the air around them, like pulling a switch somewhere inside them, for their minds and bodies and hearts to feel it, whatever that it is

it goes like this:

thomas can’t sleep which yeah, it isn’t that suprising for him at this point. after he woke up in safe haven he soon learned that he slept for almost two weeks. he was okay back then, with only ocasional pain. was he fine? physically? yes. mentally? no, not really

he always had insomnia. not sleeping for days straight was not uncommon for him, he always knew that, even when he didn’t know how he exactly knew it. he also knew that stress made it 100% worse. he learned that the hard way. after Minho was kiddnaped, Thomas was so energetic. he didn’t stop doing something, anything, as long as he kept his mind occupied. it helped for a while. then his coping mechanism changed into something, someone, different

it was different, back then, Thomas thought. for them; for him and Newt. Thomas didn’t felt so bad about wanting to be close, soso close, to the other boy back then. maybe it was the thought that hey, the world already ended it, won’t suddenly stop when two boys lay in one bed, not touching but wanting to touch so bad, not sleeping but pretending to sleep so they can feel that maybe, this can be somehow real, whatever that this is

but now here, in safe haven, it feels somehow different. like the thought of them, in one bed, breathing the same air, is somehow a breaking point for them; like it would feel real, too real. like it could be more-no, he thinks, like it’s more

he ends up not telling Newt about his not sleeping habits

he looks at ceiling of their tent every night, listening to Newt’s breath, somehow louder than crushing waves outside, until it evens out. then he slips from his bed and goes out

he goes to the same spot everytime. he sits on the beach, listening to sounds of this world - so loud and alive. it calms him a little, like he is not really alone here. he sees Gally sometimes, outside his tent, not so far from where Thomas sits every night. one time he came up to him and offered him a something what could probably look like a cigarette, and it was, only badly rolled. it calmed him a bit - even Gally’s presence was not unwelcomed. they didn’t really talk - not after Gally asked why he wasn’t in their tent. he probably saw something in Thomas’ face what made him shut up and don’t talk at all. thomas didn’t mind the silence, not really

but tonight is different

he sees his blond hair, shining in moonlight, looking like a pure silver and Thomas just wants to reach out and touch

“what are you doing here?” he asks when he’s near enough.

“i know you don’t sleep, you know. i always wake up when you leave.”

“i’m sorry.” is the only thing he says in return

“why didn’t you say anything?” he looks at him then, with that frown of his and eyes glistening with something Thomas cant really put a finger on, something familiar and foreign at the same time

“i didn’t know how, okay?” it sounds pathetic even to his ears

“what are you talking about, tommy? it’s not something i don’t know about. and it’s not really uncommon for you either.”

“i know.”

“is there something you want to talk about? something what keeps you up? we can talk about it, you know. maybe it’ll help you somehow.” he then smiles; that kind of smile that reminds Thomas of sunlit bed and soft breaths

he sits next to him, not really touching, he doesn’t dare to. and then he talks.

he tells Newt about the guilt that eats him, that claws its way out of him and doesnt let him sleep - the guilt of knowing he is the key to save the world, that he can change the course of things, make world a better place

he tells him about the nightmares; ugly things he wouldnt dare to say when the sun is up

he tells him about the flashbacks he’s having; of Newt dying, of Teresa and her fatal fall, of Minho, taken from them all over again, of Winston, and Chuck and Alby and every and each person they lost

and Newt listens, he let’s him talk. he doesnt say anything, he just looks at Thomas, that special way of his, and that and Newt’s presence together grounds Thomas somehow. it makes him feel ligther. better, even. not good, he’s not really there yet

after that, there is this silence between them. not uncomfortable, no. more like there is something left unsaid between them

they both look at the ocean, each lost inside their own head, until Newt breaks the silence again

he tells Thomas about it all; how dying felt so calm, calmer than he expected. how the virus made him slowly forgot everything, everyone until he forgot himself. he tells him then, about the letter and the necklace he took from Thomas when he slept. he tells him how Thomas died, for a minute, when they lost him in berg and how crushing was the silence when they realised that Thomas stopped breathing, how he wakes up, every night, when he suddenly doesnt hear Thomas’ breath beside him, how scary the silence is

Thomas doesn’t know when he took Newt’s hand into his or when he laced their fingers together, he doesnt know how he dared to reach out and touch and how it feels like the world was somehow better when he could just feel Newt’s skin under his fingertips again

there is this air around them; like something was pulled out of their loungs and how they can finally breath again when there are no unspoken words crushing them and pulling them under. they both feel lighter, somehow. like unleashing their demons into the night made them free. there is no need for the words of comfort; the presence of each other is enough for both of them. they don’t need to speak. their actions speak for them instead.

“let’s go sleep, tommy.” Newt says, voice calm and soothing and Thomas wants to just stay in this moment, carve it inside his mind so he’ll remember him, Newt, like this in years to come.

when they reach their tent, there is no hesistation. they lay in Thomas’ bed, together, their legs interwined, hands laced together, breathing the same air. there is no room for questions. not when both of them feel this calm and at ease. not when the only thing in their mind is how right this feels.

[yokefellows]

Love in Deed

Today’s Saying

If you can’t feed a hundred people, then feed just one. Mother Teresa

Today’s Scripture

If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? 1 John 3:17

Today’s Sermonette

Actions speak louder than words.

We all know the common bit of wisdom and few would disagree with the statement. But how many of us still struggle to implement this principle in our lifestyles?

How many of us rationalize our lack of love in action on the basis of our fine intentions and words?

Maybe the needs around us are so great that we simply don’t know where to start. But perhaps the biggest reason we don’t help others in love is that we are too focused on our own needs, wants, and comforts.

Is God’s love in you being choked off because it is bottled up?

We stem the input when we put a dam in front of the output.

How do you reactivate the flow of God’s love in your life? He will do it for you. Your job is simply to meet a need right in front of your eyes.

Today’s Supplication

Father, thank You for the opportunities You put before me to share Your love. Amen.

[kayetaz1]

I Can’t Do the One-Two Step | Newt x Reader

Request: Heyy! Would you write an imagine with Newt where everyone knows they're in love with each other but reader and Newt are damn oblivious about it so the glade tries to get them together and then they just hang mistletoes everywhere until they kiss and each other? I hope my english is okay, it's not my first language!😅 btw i love your writings!😍 - Anonymous

  Warnings: None Word count: 2,668

 A/N: Thank you for the request! Your English is fine, honey. Don’t ever feel embarrassed by that because knowing more than one language is so badass. As TBS would say, YOU GO GIRL! And, by the way, I loved writing this so much, it was so freaking cute and feel free to request imagines anytime because you have awesome ideas. I hope you enjoy it!

While none of us can remember a specific Christmas memory, we all remember the happy and family-centered holiday in general, and we decided that this year we would celebrate it in the Glade. The month before we were going to have our Christmas we spent decorating with what little materials we could work with, and gathering or making presents for other members of our little family. We were waiting until the thirty-sixth Greenie was sent up, marking three years that the first round of Gladers have been here.

I hear footsteps outside of my room in the Homestead and immediately throw the gifts and paper I’m using for wrapping under my bed as my door swings open.

“Saw that,” Teresa accuses with a giggle before bounding over and jumping to sit on my bed next to me.

“It doesn’t matter because I obviously wouldn’t get you a present,” I joke and stick my tongue out at her.

“Now, we both know that’s a lie. You love me the most of anyone here. Well, the second most,” she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I push her playfully. “Quiet, you, or you definitely won’t be getting anything next week.”

“So what did you get Newt?” she asks, her voice a whisper.

I bite my lip and play with my fingers for a bit, feeling embarrassed. “Well, I kind of have been working with Gally on something...”

I meet her eyes and she’s staring at me expectantly.

I move to the floor and search under my bed before I grab the only present wrapped neatly in gold paper.

“Newt’s looks like that, while you throw mine, your best friend’s, in a brown sack?”

Now I push her for real. “Teresa! You’re the worst. You couldn’t have waited another week?”

“I don’t like surprises,” she answers simply.

“Well, surprise! It’s going in the trash now,” I sigh while she laughs and then carefully unwrap the gold paper and give Teresa the contents.

“Wow, (Y/N), this turned out amazing!”

Gally let me borrow some wood and then supervised while I carved it into a dog that Newt had described to me on a few occasions that he thought he may have owned before the Glade. I also tied a small red ribbon around its neck.

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble though, you know. I think there’s something Newt wants a little more.”

I arch a brow at her so she happily continues.

“You know, a –“ and then she pretends to make out with her hand.

“You’re delusional, and gross,” I deadpan, grabbing the figurine back and wrapping it up again just as carefully as the first time before returning it to its spot under my bed. “Also, we have to get to work now.”

I hear her sigh behind me while she sprints to keep up with my retreating self. “You and Newt are the delusional ones.”

“Can we just drop the whole ‘Newt is in love with you too’ act? I’m really not in the mood today,” I say sadly once she catches up and walks next to me.

Teresa groans. “One day, both of you will stop being so shucking ignorant and finally see the truth.”

I ignore her as I see the second-in-command walking towards us but before he catches up, Teresa says goodbye and walks away in a different direction. He smiles at me and I smile back, letting my hair fall in front of my face to hide a blush that I know will probably come.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he says, turning around so we’re both walking towards the kitchen together, which is basically in the direction he came from. He enjoys walking me to work most days, because he’s a nice guy and not because he likes me. I have to keep reminding myself that.

“Hi, Newt.”

We get close enough to the kitchen that I begin to see the paper machete balls decorating it that look like tree ornaments. I squeal in joy and run the last few feet to see them up close. Newt giggles behind me.

“Do you like them? It took a few weeks but I think they came out decent.”

“You did this?” I ask him, with what I can imagine is a huge grin on my face from how it somewhat hurts my cheeks.

He beams and looks down at the floor, rubbing his neck. “Well, you were saying it sucked because you couldn’t see all the festivities from inside the kitchen so I just...”

“I love it, Newt,” I exclaim, bounding forward and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”

As we pull away, I lose control of my own movements and find myself kissing him on the cheek. I then mentally slap myself and pull back all the way, my face now a bright crimson and my mouth hanging open at my own stupid actions. Newt’s cheeks redden as well but he continues to smile brightly at me.

“Get a room!” Frypan yells amusedly behind me and I awkwardly wave goodbye to Newt before I turn and follow Fry to start getting lunch ready.

 Newt’s POV

 (Y/N) waves goodbye and then retreats into the kitchen. I rub my cheek where she had kissed me and continue to feel the warmth on my face from my own blush. I know it doesn’t mean anything to her to make those friendly little gestures, but they always mean the world to me.

“Hey, lover boy,” I hear behind me and turn to see Minho standing there with a knowing smirk.

“How about a little louder, Min, I don’t think she heard you that time,” I respond, rolling my eyes and start walking towards the gardens.

He sighs loudly and follows next to me. “What does it matter? She obviously feels the same for you as you do for her.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

He grabs my sleeve and we come to a stop, staring at each other. “Dude, I literally just watched her kiss you.”

“On the cheek! And it was because I did something nice, and she was just being thankful and friendly,” I answer, annoyed because I really don’t feel like having this conversation with him again.

He laughs in my face. “There’s no such thing as a friendly kiss! I don’t care if someone saves me from getting eaten by a Griever, you’ll never find my lips on any shank unless I have feelings for them.”

“Minho, you’re my best friend, and I love you, but if you don’t shut up I swear I will punch you in the bloody throat so hard that you’ll have no choice but to be quiet,” I tell him and then start walking away again to actually do my job, unlike him.

“Love has made you violent,” he laughs behind me and I quicken my pace to get away from him.

 (Y/N)’s POV

 Even though our Christmas is today, we all still have to work until sunset. It gives us about two hours less of work than a normal day, but we’re all so antsy to start giving gifts and, for most of the Gladers, getting drunk.

Frypan and I have one of the busiest days of everyone because we have to do all the cooking for the big Christmas dinner, and we have pretty much everything on the menu. When Fry finally says I can have a ten minute break, I basically fall to the ground outside the kitchen from exhaustion. I sit and watch the gardens across from me, but Newt isn’t there because he’s probably showing the new Greenie around. It’s another boy, like we needed another one of those...

Teresa looks up from her weeding and sees me, and then proceeds to say something quickly to Zart before bounding over with a big smile on her face.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N)!” she announces happily.

I nod back at her with a smile on my face, but I’m still too hot and tired to speak. I continue fanning myself as I am almost completely covered in sweat. As soon as I’m done here, I’m going to need to hit the showers before the party.

Teresa reaches into her pocket and grabs something wrapped in a handkerchief, which she hands to me.

I look confusedly at her and then open it. It’s a rectangular piece of metal which has our names carved into one side and ‘BFF’S 4EVER’ carved into the other.

“I love it, Teresa,” I say as I feel happy tears prick my eyes. “But why are you giving me this now? It’s only a few more hours until the party.”

“Well, this is your first present. Your second one comes later,” she says with a knowing smirk.

I don’t notice her mischievous glint because I’m subconsciously angry at myself for getting her only one present when she got me two, but I don’t have much time to think about it as Frypan starts calling my name.

I stand up and hug her. “Thanks again. I love it and I love you. I’ll see you later!”

 --

 “Merry Christmas, Gladers!” Alby yells as the leaders and Keepers throw their lit torches into the larger-than-usual stack of wood.

Woops and cheers fill the air and we all raise our cups up. The sun hasn’t set completely, so it’s not dark yet but the fire signifies a celebratory mood. Gally’s drink flows freely, as he’s made the biggest batch he ever has before. I try not to drink too much just yet because I want to give out my gifts before I get completely wasted.

I receive presents left and right, and give out sloppy hugs mixed with tears because I can’t seem to say thank you without crying – especially with a few drinks in me. I give out my presents to everyone, saving Teresa and Newt for last since they’re my best friends and I spent the most time on them.

I give Teresa a brown bag holding her small cow-skin purse and we giggle because we both know this is not her first time seeing it, but she wipes her eyes and thanks me with a big hug anyway.

My eyes scan the crowd for Newt but find him talking to Minho so Teresa and I fill our cups again and talk about all the presents we gave and received. I find Teresa looking over at the pair on a couple occasions even though she tries to laugh it off every time I catch her.

Finally, she looks up again with a big smile and then looks back at me. “Okay, time for present number two. It’s in the map room.”

It was almost completely dark at this point and I had quite a bit of alcohol in me, so I gape at her. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” she grins and then turns me around and pushes me forward.

“I’m going to trip and break something,” I turn to yell at her but she just keeps that playful smirk on her face and motions for me to continue.

I sigh and head into the forest a few feet before I hear footsteps behind me. At first, I’m happy that she’s come to keep me company so I don’t fall but then I turn and see that it’s Newt. We both stop and stare at each other for a second.

“Sorry, I wasn’t following you. Uh, Minho said he had a present for me in the map room.”

I squint at him. “Oh, really? That’s funny. Teresa said she had a present for me in the map room too.”

He holds out his hand and I take it. “Shall we, then?”

Newt stops me from falling on my face on several occasions but the alcohol helps to make me less embarrassed, and Newt and I are both amused at my clumsiness. We are almost bent over and in pain from laughing when we finally make it to the map room.

“Better not be spiders,” Newt snickers and then we enter.

The previous hilarity fades quickly as we see what our present from Minho and Teresa is. The map room’s ceiling is completely covered in mistletoe.

I feel my heart stop and Newt immediately pulls his hand out of mine. The lack of contact feels like a kick in the face. He definitely doesn’t feel the same, and now, Teresa has gone and ruined our friendship.

“I’m going to kill Minho,” Newt growls.

“No need. This is obviously Teresa’s doing,” I tell him, my voice barely a whisper.

“Trust me, this was Minho. I keep telling him you don’t feel the same but he just won’t hear it.”

I gasp and stare at him. “What?”

Newt looks at me confused for a second and then recognition graces his features as he realizes what he just said. I can see his body go into panic mode: his eyes dart to the floor, his lip gets caught between his teeth and it looks like he might actually bite it off, his hands start fiddling together and his skin has gone completely pale.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that helps, but I move in front of him and grab his face and his eyes finally meet mine again. I smile at him and he slowly begins to smile back, a blush appearing on both of our faces.

“So...” I begin, “there’s all this mistletoe above us...”

His smile grows wider before he leans in and captures my lips in a loving kiss. My hands move from his face to play with his blonde locks as his arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me completely up against his body. I feel his mouth open slightly and I reciprocate, letting his tongue enter my mouth and dance around with my own. After a few minutes, we pull away and he places two more chaste kisses on my lips before we just stand there smiling goofily at each other.

“Oh! I have something for you,” Newt says, stepping back and pulling a neatly wrapped box from his pocket. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

I grin and take it from him, opening it up carefully and revealing a beautiful bracelet woven from dried plants and flowers. Happy tears prick my eyes again but this time I can’t stop them from falling down my face.

“I love it, Newt, thank you!” I say, reaching into my own pocket. “And, Merry Christmas to you too!”

His fingers come up to wipe my tears before he delicately takes his own gift, unwrapping it and gasping once the wooden figure is exposed. He picks it up and studies all the different angles.

“That’s him! That’s exactly what he looks like in my head! That’s amazing! How long did it take? How did you do this so well? When did you even-“ I shut him up by placing my lips on his and we giggle once I pull back.

“Thank you,” he says with love in his eyes and I kiss him again before taking his hand.

“We should get back to the party,” I say and he nods, still looking down to glance at his gift with a big smile.

We’re only a few feet out of the map room when we see all of the Gladers standing around with torches, staring at us expectantly. They look at our intertwined hands, and then at each other. Then I roll my eyes and give them all the answer they’re obviously waiting for: I grab Newt’s face and kiss him quickly on the lips.

The whole crowd goes wild and Newt and I just chuckle at them together, our faces red.

“You’re all actually the worst!” I yell at them playfully and then I see Teresa push her way to the front with a gleam in her eye.

“Aw, come on, (Y/N), where’s your Christmas spirit?” I respond by giving her my middle finger as Newt pulls me into another kiss. “There it is!”

The end.

Requests open.

[thatshankcallednewt]

The Maze Runner: Thomas - You’re The One I Want

Prompt: What happens when you find out that Thomas wanted you over Teresa all along?

Requested by anonymous.

You soon found that it wasn’t at all easy being known as the second girl to arrive to the Glade. Teresa, a blue eyed dark haired girl with a petite looking figure, seemed to have most boys almost wrapped around her finger. Intentionally or not, it wasn’t easy to get any attention.

And to be honest, you hate that you have to strive for it. Not with everyone, most Gladers could appreciate you both separately and for your differences, but the ones that mattered still had some kind of distrust about you.

That’s probably because of your long-lasting first impression, jumping out of the Box ready to attack anyone who touched you. But you had reasoned that that could be easily understood, you were trapped in a dark Box with no recollection of who you were; you were afraid. It’s in the past, but for some it isn’t, unfortunately, and that makes you the target of most inconveniences.

Since you arrived though, one boy in particular didn’t seem to take your reaction to coming to the Glade as distrustful. You appreciated it. Thomas welcomed you fairly and equally, and didn’t judge, or misjudge for that matter, you for those first actions.

You tried to befriend him, and even though he does consider you a friend now, you want to become closer. But it’s hard when Teresa is around.

There must just be something about her. She’s pretty, you’ll admit, prettier than yourself. Mysterious. Kind. Smart. She can talk to Thomas about anything, and they work together on almost everything. You get your moments with him, but they seem almost fleeting.

You hate to admit it, but it’s the truth, you’re downright jealous of Teresa.

You’re brought out of your thoughts of the Glade as Teresa taps you on the shoulder, a friendly smile on her face, “Y/N, I was wondering if I could ask a favour?”

You smile back, knowing it would be petty to produce glares and dirty looks whenever she’s around, “Sure, what do you need?”

“Could you take this fertiliser out to the Deadheads? Just dump it somewhere near the trees, thanks.”

You nod, and lift the sack of fertiliser over your shoulder and carry it towards the patch of trees where the Glader’s bury their past. You never deny Teresa’s requests for help, as her being the first girl here and well-liked by others sort of intimidates you. You’re sure you would stand up for yourself to her if the situation ever arose, but her passive-aggressiveness doesn’t call for that.  

You find an area amongst the trees, far from the actual Deadheads, and open the bag of fertiliser. Soon, the smell wafting from inside makes you realise why this bag must be dumped. You tip the contents out onto the leaves and dirt of the small forest, making sure every last bit of it is out of the bag. Of course she gets me to do the gross work for her, you think to yourself.

You hear a course of fast footsteps coming closer, the noise growing louder, and you’re relieved to see it’s only Thomas. Sometimes spending time near the Deadheads gives you the creeps. He flashes his blue eyes at you and smiles, “Y/N!” But he stops a few metres away from you, “What on Earth is that smell?”

You sigh and roll up the bag, “Old fertiliser.” You laugh, shaking your head as you take a couple steps closer to him, “Oh the joys of being a Track-hoe.”

He nudges you affectionately, “At least it beats being a Runner.”

You raise an eyebrow, “I don’t think you quite mean that, Tom.”

He chuckles, “True, you got me. But most people would agree.”

“I guess,” you look to your hands as the silence falls between you two.

He glances back down at the mess of smell and earth, “I thought that was a rostered job?”

You blink out of surprise, “I… Yeah, I guess you’re right. Somebody just thought I should do it today.”

He nods slowly, as if in thought, but then a look of realization crosses his face, “I best be off then, only supposed to warm up for a few minutes before I go into the Maze.” He starts jogging away after saying, “I’ll see you at dinner!”

You wave him goodbye, sighing as another fleeting moment between you two escapes you again.

After a long day gardening, and putting up with Newt’s awful puns about dirt, digging, and shovels, you find yourself hungrily awaiting your serve of dinner. A Cook passes it to you quickly, hurrying onto the next plate, and you take a seat down immediately at one of the picnic tables.

Somebody sits down across from you, and you can’t help but smile when you realise it’s Thomas. He smiles back and starts eating his food, too.

You sit in comfortable, munching silence, and Minho joins the both of you.

Thomas gulps down a mouthful of water before speaking, “How’d that nasty-smelling fertiliser go?”

You laugh a little, swallowing some water too, “Pretty grossly, but I got the job done.”

Minho raises an eyebrow, “I thought it was Teresa’s turn to dump that thing?”

You feel both of their stares on you for a moment, “I…”

Teresa sits down next to Thomas, cutting off your conversation, “Hey Tom, Minho.” She starts to cut up her food when she spots you across from them, “Oh hey, Y/N.”

You nod. You go back to eating as Teresa pipes up about her day in the Glade, but all the while you feel Minho’s uneasy stare. He catches onto how you’re feeling sometimes, and most of the time you’re grateful because you don’t even have to waste time explaining it all. But you hope he doesn’t notice it this time. Not about Teresa. Not about Thomas.

“So, Tom, we’re all hanging out at the bonfire tonight, right?”

You feel a slight pang of jealousy when she uses the nickname Tom, and you’re frustrated at yourself for it. Tom is just a word. You could say it too. No, you think to yourself, No, it’s Teresa’s thing, isn’t it?

Thomas nods with a mouthful of food, quickly swallowing, and then turning to you, “You’re coming too, yeah?”

Your heart lifts a little, but you remember you still haven’t finished what you needed to today. Teresa’s little job turned into a bit of a big one, as there were a few more bags of the stuff than you first realised. It put you behind a little, so you wanted to catch up before tonight ended. “I… I can’t tonight, I’ve got some stuff to do.”

Minho creases his eyebrows, “What stuff?”

You push back a few strands of hair from your face nervously, “I just forgot about some things that needed to be done by today.”

Teresa finishes her drink, “Oh that’s too bad Y/N, maybe next time?” Maybe you imagine it, but you think you see some kind of victory in her sparkling, blue eyes. And you hate it.

You nod, “I better get started on it then.”

You pick up your plates and turn to go when Teresa calls out, “Hey Y/N, can you take our plates too?”

You turn around and pick up their dirty dishes, but Minho shakes his head and picks up his own. You watch as Teresa turns to head towards the beginning of the bonfire. Thomas stares up at you carefully, calculating, you only smile and go on your own way. When you glance back behind you though, you see Teresa’s arm linked with his. You bite the inside of your cheek and give your dirty dishes to the Cooks.

Minho catches you after, walking alongside you as you make your back to the fields. “You shouldn’t let her push you around like that.”

Your heart beats a little faster out of panic, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Look shank, I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were.”

“I know what she does and what she says to you when Thomas and I aren’t around.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, and images of the past months’ flash through your mind. Let’s just say that Teresa asking you to dump fertiliser is one of the least harmful things she’s done to you. “So what?”

“You should stick up for yourself more!”

“I do!” You shout, stopping at the edge of the fields. “She just asked me to do a favour, I can’t just say no!”

Minho sighs, pushing his black hair back from his face, “You’re wrong. You can say no, Y/N, especially when you’ve got your own work to do. Besides…”

You stare into Minho’s eyes anger growing into curiosity, “Besides?”

“You shouldn’t help people if they never return the favour.”

You ignore his comment, and start heading into the grassy fields towards the area you need to finish. But he follows.

Minho stops in front of you, “If you let her walk all over you like that, she’ll get to spend more time with Thomas than you.”

You pause, your heart picking up speed, “What- what are you trying to say?”

“I know you like Thomas, Y/N.”

You angrily dig into the dirt, “Whatever.”

“Don’t you see what she’s doing? She knew you had a lot of work today, and also knew that you wouldn’t say no to her! Tonight is the bonfire, so she planned it well!”

You continue to dig into the ground, “Planned?”

“She asked Newt a few days ago to swap with her.”

You pause again, leaning on the shovel now, “Swap what?”

Minho licks his lips nervously, obviously not wanting to hurt you, or start anything. “I was sitting with Newt after running, and she asked him if she could take out the fertiliser today instead.”

You shake your head, “That’s… that’s stupid, Minho. She doesn’t do those things on purpose…”

He shakes his head, “Not true, she knows Thomas cares about you so she’s making sure you’re not around.”

“Well she should stop wasting her time because Thomas doesn’t even look at me twice,” you continue digging again, wiping the sweat forming on your forehead with the back of your hand. Minho goes to say something else, probably to argue, but you just tell him to shove off.

Soon you’re by yourself when the night rolls in. You hear laughter in the distance, the crackling of the bonfire. You tell yourself to just get over it, and that there will be another bonfire next week. But the hurt from Minho’s words sticks with you. You know he was just trying to be truthful, but in this instance the truth was mean. The image of Teresa and Thomas walking off to the bonfire flashes through your angry mind, and you pummel harder into the dirt.

Minutes go by before you hear footsteps. You roll your eyes and hope it’s not Minho again, you can only put up with so much. You drop the shovel to your side and bend over towards the bag of seeds you had left.

“Hey.”

You instantly turn around at the sound of Thomas’ voice, surprised and confused. “Thomas?”

“Yeah,” he comes closer to you and picks up the shovel you dropped. “Sorry if I scared you.”

You watch as he starts finishing off the rest of your holes before opening up the bag. You pull out what you need and start filling up the line of holes. You repeat this, without any words between you two, and Thomas’ hands brush against yours when you pick up the next handful.

You walk off first, dropping your seeds into the dirt, “You don’t need to help me.”

He follows your actions but stops soon after, “You don’t need to work.”

You shake your head, “There are certain things I need to do before the day ends, Thomas.”

“I know,” he says, standing in front of the bag so you stop working, “But if that’s a result from doing somebody else’s job then it doesn’t matter.”

You breathe nervously, “Minho told you.”

“Of course he did, he’s my friend. And you’re my friend.” His hand touches your shoulder; his blue eyes comfort you. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, if I had known—

You shake your head, taking a step back, “It doesn’t matter…”

“It does,” he insists, stepping closer to you, “She made sure you were busy tonight, and I did nothing about it.”

You shrug, “I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be used to that kind of treatment.”

You roll your eyes, “What, you’re going to tell me to stick up for myself too?” Like Minho?”

“I can’t make you stick up for yourself, I understand it’s not something that comes easy to everybody.” You watch as he continues speaking, this boy in front of you so understanding and caring of other people it’s almost impossible to believe. “Minho doesn’t understand that, he’s got attitude and he’s pretty damn confident; he thinks it’s easy for others to tell people off when they get hurt.” Thomas move closer to you again, his hand finally finding your arm, his comforting touch you welcome. “So, I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to do it alone.”

“What?”

“I care about you Y/N… more than anything in this Glade. If you’re feeling hurt by somebody, I want to help.”

You feel the emotion but you’re afraid, you always dreamed that Thomas would open up to you but you never thought it would actually happen, “Look, just go back to the bonfire. I can handle myself, Besides, you’ve been running all day, you need a break from working.”

“You don’t get it…” He breathes, glancing away for a moment. You see the slight blush on his cheeks in the moonlight, “There’s no point being at the bonfire if you’re not there.” He looks back to you, seeming to ignore your fear. It’s like he knows you’re nervous about sharing your feelings, “I want to be around you, Y/N, not some massive fire.”

“What… what does that even mean?” You laugh nervously, looking away from him.

He finds your eyes again, “It means that even though Teresa tried to push you away from me, it’s not going to happen, because I like you too much to let that happen.”

You stare into his eyes, not sure how to reply. You hate that this is happening here, in the field, not at the bonfire. You’re sweaty, covered in dirt and smell like the earth. But, you can’t help but feel cared for by this boy, no matter how you smell or how you look.

You look to the floor, the nerves suddenly overwhelming, “I… I—

“I know.”

You look up at him, “Minho?”

He grins, “Let’s just say we gossip a lot when we’re out in the Maze.”

You feel sort of mortified, embarrassed, scared, but you know how he feels now and that seems to drown out your shame. “Bunch of gossiping shanks.”

He laughs and holds out his hand towards you, you stare at, the idea of holding his hand so foreign and new to you. You take it into your own.

He smiles, “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

You both walk out of the fields together. You stop at the bonfire for a moment, talking to Minho and thanking him privately before Thomas grabs a couple of desserts for you both. You feel Teresa’s eyes on you walking together, holding hands, and ignore her. You breathe, you can finally just ignore her.

Soon you’re both out of the way of the bonfire and other Gladers, eating cake and laughing about past times you’ve spent together. You find yourselves close together towards the end of the night, the rest of today forgotten, the warmth of Thomas known, the kisses on your neck and on your lips forever cherished. The love of him forever wanted.

“You know,” he whispers, pulling you closer, kissing close to your mouth, “I always wanted you to be the one to call me Tom.”

Your eyes widen, “Really?”

“Please?”

“Tom,” you breathe, kissing his lips, your fingers running through his hair, “My Tom.”

He laughs against your next kiss, “My Y/N.”

[deisbookofdemons]

mythreeocsofhenrystickmin​:

“Neat! Henry huh? How much do you know him?” Teresa tilt her head.

“Well uh he used to have a bit of a criminal record but that’s not important. He’s a changed man. We haven’t really talked too much about stuff. He’s not the most talkative of people... but hey for some people actions speak louder than words. You know?”

((I have to send the ask cause your blog is terrific)) Say how did you manage to stay serious and brave at the same time? Oh and I like your headphone\headset!

((AAAAAA- Thank ye!))

“Well when you’re a pilot for the government you uh kinda need to be brave and serious. I also watched a lot of action movies as a kid.”

“I quite like them myself. They look pretty great on me don’t they?”

[spinef0ryou]

Important!!

Actions speak louder than words, and Teresa May has, over the past 20 years, voted against every bill that gives LGBT people more rights. In power, it's likely she'll try to undo all the hard work we've done as a community over the past few years, and even decades, and the way I see it, denying us equal rights is to deny we're human too. I'm on mobile and not tech savvy at all, so please can someone else add the links to the articles in question, but a vote for the tories in the upcoming election is a vote against the LGBT community, as well as against all the other communities that aren't middle class, white, and straight. Corbyn isn't the best candidate ever, he's pretty idealistic, but he stands for everyone in the UK, and he's not a liar, or self-serving. I don't address it much, but I am a member of the LGBT community, and I don't want in power someone who wants to take away my rights, or might consider me to be less than human. If this was to be boosted, it would be greatly appreciated, cuz I don't want the community's rights to be stripped away

[airoasis]

Malcolm Butler lets Super Bowl benching, loss be his inspiration as new member of Tennessee Titans

By Teresa M. WalkerThe Associated Press

NASHVILLE-- The question just keeps coming, and Malcolm Butler still has the same answer.No, the two-time Pro Bowl cornerback does not understand why Patriots coach Bill Belichick benched him at the Super Bowl in February.Cornerback Malcolm Butler left the Patriots in March, signing

a five-year handle more than $30 million ensured with the Tennessee Titans. (Mark Humphrey/ The Associated Press)Butler stated Sunday he never ever got a description for being benched in the Super Bowl after starting 15 games throughout the routine season and two championship game. He came off the bench to seal New England's Super Bowl triumph in 2015 with an interception as a rookie, and he started the Patriots 'overtime win over Atlanta for a 2nd Super Bowl sound a year ago." Coach's decision,"Butler said.For his part, Belichick has never ever truly explained why Butler was benched either. Belichick evaded questions again when the Patriots opened training school this week, focusing only on this season.Butler didn't spend time either. He left the Patriots in March, signing a five-year handle more than $30 million ensured with the Tennessee Titans. The move permitted Butler to rejoin former New England cornerback Logan Ryan, who signed with Tennessee in March 2017. The memory of being benched is driving Butler with his brand-new team. "I'm on fire-- I can inform you that," Butler stated."But I'm previous that. I'm a Tennessee Titan, and I'm simply all set to ball for the Titans."When the Titans visited with Butler in free firm, brand-new head coach Mike Vrabel informed the cornerback to keep approaching his task every day like the undrafted rookie he once was. "He's close to doing

that all the time," Vrabel stated." There's a time or more that he takes a play off and I've got to advise him. He

is just a competitive player and I appreciate that about him. He fights to complete. "Watching Butler through the very first four days of training camp, it's safe to say the male who saw the Patriots lose

the Super Bowl from the sideline might be even more inspired with his most recent group. Butler ferreted out pass receiver Corey Davis after being beaten to punch the ball loose at the 2-yard line.Butler set the tone, not only for himself, however the rest of the team, on the opening day of camp throughout 1-on-1 drills against broad receivers. Butler took on Davis, the fifth overall choice in 2017 and the first receiver picked because draft, and intercepted Marcus Mariota's pass. Butler then punted the ball in the air, screaming he was revealing everyone how he would make his money.That interception followed by the punt didn't come at the spur of the

minute either. "I think I prepared that the day I signed my contract," Butler stated. "So just a little fired up. Get everyone going, show my attitude, my intensity, exactly what I bring and wasn't disrespect to the offence or anything like that. I'm simply being me."Butler had nine profession interceptions with 56 passes protected while with New England. He signs up with a Titans defence that ranked 22nd in the NFL last season with 12

interceptions-- 8 by All-Pro safety Kevin Byard. Both Ryan and Adoree Jackson, who began every video game last season as a rookie, are going into their second seasons.The Titans host the Patriots on Nov. 11, giving Butler a possibility to face his old team and coach this season.For now, the cornerback who played at West Alabama has been extremely noticeable every day at camp whether he's pulling in interceptions or knocking balls out to separate catches. Butler said actions speak louder than words. "Just like I inform the young guys, a play a day (will )keep the coach away,"Butler said.SPORTS ACTION AND RE-ACTION PROVIDED TO YOUR INBOX.

[druiz17ahs-blog]

Blog Post #6: Executive Action Assessment of Issue

1 & 2) Unfortunately, President Donald Trump has chosen not to address the issue on women’s reproductive rights and considering the judge he elected for the the Supreme Court I think it is safe to assume that he believes there aren’t any. It is very unfortunate that the only issues he deems worthy of mentioning are related to the military when if we were ever to actually need our military for a war there are more things that would need to be functioning properly in order for the country not to fall apart completely. He does not need to say anything for us to know his views on women or their reproductive rights. Actions speak louder than words. 

3) Health and Human Services

4) “Established in Article II, Section 2 of the Constitution, the Cabinet's role is to advise the President on any subject he may require relating to the duties of each member's respective office.”

Letting President Trump know about how important women’s reproductive rights are would be good and having him do something positive about it would be amazing.

5 &6) Could not find the cabinet’s Programs and Services

7) http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/oped/bs-ed-teresa-manning-20170510-story.html

The subject of the article has to do with the fact that women’s reproductive rights need to be protected because if not they will be obliterated by people who want to take those rights away. The article was written by Dr. Jessica Lee, an obstetrician and gynecologist with the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine. The article explains the wrongful appointments that President Trump has made, then continues to talk about Title X and all it has provided. Finally, Dr. Lee goes on to give her opinion and views on the entire matter of Teresa Manning being appointed to lead the Title X program. Once again the intended audience is women who feel as though they benefit greatly from having their reproductive rights or even women who have yet to realize the fight they are in to keep those reproductive rights. The bias/perspective of the author is that feels very strongly about womens repoductive rights and very much disagrees with Trump’s as well as Teresa Manning’s views on contraception/women’s repro rights.

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SUPPORTERS OF THE RACIST TRAITOR IN CHIEF: QUESTIONABLE CHARACTER AND WORTH.

We, the people with common sense, decency, and respect said back in 2016 during election that the Republican candidate, that reality tv moron was nothing but a racist, xenophobic, homophobic, corrupt and lying traitor.  We said this often, we said it loud, we said it facts to show that we were saying was true and that if he were to win the nation would find itself in turmoil, to say the least.  But still people went ahead and voted for that repugnant individual, and why did they vote for him? We have come to find out that the only reason they voted for such a person, -of course this description is an assault to individuals-, is because his divisive nature speaks to their own hateful and disgusting nature.  Because there was no ideology in play, that man sitting in the White House nowadays has never upheld conservative views, he doesn’t care about anything that Republicans uphold and just because he says it, doesn’t mean he does, actions speak louder than words.  He rambles on, exaggerates, uses beautiful, big and wonderful to hide the fact that he doesn’t know anything in reality and nothing to make anything great is really being done.

The narrow mindedness, ignorance and worthlessness of those who voted for that trash will not be changed, they are too stubborn to accept the truth, and for that reason we reason we must from this moment on repudiate, boycott and turn our backs on those who in spite of everything continue believing that repugnant man sitting in the White House is worthy of being reelected. From now on, the standard by which to measure a person’s worth is by finding out if they support that racist and lying traitor in the White House, and if they are famous. we should boycott, their movies, tv shows, albums, books. These are some of those worthless individuals who are famous and support that disgusting individual in the White House, Jon Voight, Scott Baio, Antonio Sabato Jr., Wayne “The Rock” Johnson, Roseanne Barr, Kanye West, Gene Simmons, John Ratzenberger, Stacey Dash, Clint Eastwood, Ted Nugent, Paul O’Neill, Dean Cain, Kid Rock, Robert Davi, Johnny Damon, Loretta Lynn, Bob Knight, Jesse James, Dana White, Mike Tyson, Stephen Baldwin, Gary Busey, Teresa Gludice, Dennis Rodman, Lou Ferrigno, Hulk Hogan, Mike Ditka, Tila Tequila, Kristy Swanson, Terrell Owens, Wayne Newton, Willie Robertson, Ivana Trump, Susan Sarandon. Surely there are more out there and as they are found, they should join the lines of those we no longer wish to pay money to watch in any way and preferable have their lives be ruined. And just as we boycott these supposed celebrities, because if anyone researches these names, they will realize that they aren’t at the top of their professions, most of those on these list have been second rate performers, who by chance had their 15 minutes of fame, and lived their entire lives clinging to their flitting fame. A few in this list still enjoy a status of celebrity, but after being known of their lack of integrity, respect and intelligence surely they ought be relegated to the status of “pretty much unknown or so called had been”

Now as far as family, friends, and those who we might meet in the future, we do need to ask ourselves, do I really want to be associated with such an individual, do I feel comfortable sitting at the table with such a deplorable person to enjoy a meal, or would I instead get up with a upset stomach for looking into the face of such questionable individual while eating?