”For the FW 2016 collection, the self-taught artist drew a series of mythic images from classical sources and the 20th century, depicting Jeanne d’Arc, Che Guevara, Nina Simone, Hercules and more locked in embraces, half ballet and half brawl.” - Prada Undone
mercy: alright these are all the organs we could salvage genji: cool thanks genji: dr. ziegler i need you to do me a favour mercy: of course genji, what is it? genji: ok can you go find my brother hanzo genji: you dont have to bring him in or kill him or anything just find him genji: find him and find out how tall he is genji: keep it in mind when you make my legs genji: because i need you to make me one inch taller than him genji: exactly ONE inch taller genji: just barely enough so you can TELL im taller than him genji: no more no less mercy: genji: please mercy: mercy, who has been working for 10 hours straight: mercy: [inhales deeply] mercy: [exhales slowly] mercy: [pinches bridge of nose] mercy: …aight dude
My neighbor caught me using a sand wedge to return his dog's sh*t to him.
My neighbor had this big Marmaduke dog that would sh*t this beer-can-sized turds on my front lawn. I really wouldn’t have cared, but the guy who mowed my lawn asked me to do something about it because if I didn’t, he would have to do it.
So, I talked to my neighbor about it. He said he would have his son pick up the dog sh*ts. His son didn’t, or, if he did, I never saw him do it, or maybe the dog’s output was greater than his son’s capacity to clean up the sh*ts. I don’t know, but it continued to be my problem.
A few times, I picked these sh*ts up with a pooper scooper so the gardener wouldn’t complain. Then, i complained to my neighbor again and nothing changed, so I said “F*ck it,” and used an old sand wedge to whack them back into my neighbor’s yard.
In the middle of all this, the guy’s bushes had grown between and over our common wall. There was enough of it that I couldn’t walk down that side of my house. There was only a narrow walkway and the shrubs meant I had to press against my own wall to make it down that way. I didn’t want to be a dick about everything, so I got my electric trimmer and chopped off everything on my side of the wall.
So, that resulted in most of the shrubs dying. That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to be able to walk in my own yard.
That still didn’t change the fact that I didn’t want to pick up the guy’s dog sh*ts. One time, he pulled up in his driveway right as I was knocking them into his yard. He asked me what I was doing. I told him I was returning his dog’s sh*ts to him. He pointed out that it would take less effort for me to just pick them up.
I asked him, “Why is this even my problem?” He agreed and said he would make sure his son picked them up (and he did). That’s when I remembered the shrubs, and I wanted to apologize about killing them, so I said, “Hey, about those shrubs…”
He interrupted and said, “Sorry about that, too. I’ll make sure they don’t get on your side of the wall any more.”
I didn’t really get to apologize and I figured he must have thought I was a real dick of a neighbor. Surely, my treatment of the dog sh*t was enough for that title, but the shrub treatment was kind of accidental.
This story takes place back when I was selling high end used cars. We carried everything from your luxury Hummers, to your Ferrari, Rolls Royce, and twice while I worked there, Bugatti.
We were paid a base salary, at the time $1,500 a week, and we worked 10 hours a day, 12 days on, 2 days off. We also got a commission for every sale, with a base line of $500 per car, up to $7,500 on my largest sale, a Ford GT40.
We were expected to be on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and if any of our customers had a problem, it was our problem too, and we needed to get it solved as a top priority.
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Yoonjin request! Soulmate AU red string/ Hdisease sorry for bad English spelling thankyou
The first person to find their mate was Jungkook. That person turned out to be Kim Taehyung. Taehyung was a bright person, he was smart and always happy. He had this way of getting under your skin to a point to can’t deny his friendship if you tried and try Yoongi did. The kid was annoying and loud, and his jokes weren’t as funny as Jungkook made them out to be. Yoongi found himself missing his laughter on days when their apartment seemed too quiet.
A year or so later it was Namjoon and his mate, the most unlikely person, Jung Hoseok. It wasn’t that Yoongi didn’t like Hoseok. He did. He was actually the person who was the connection between the two and concluded that they were mates. Well, Namjoon he knew as long as he had known Jungkook since they grew up in the same neighborhood. Hoseok was a friend that Yoongi made through a class freshman year of college and continued to have classes with. Yoongi started noticing that the more he would meet up with Hoseok the more rings were appearing on each of his friends pinkies. Yet never on his own. Out of curiosity, he arranged for them to meet and the rest was history. As soon as they made eye contact different designs started to form on the back of their hands starting at the pinky and going to the wrist.
Yoongi was always the fifth wheel with his friends, half convinced that his soulmate or whatever must still be a minor or dead.
Well, that was what he thought until one rainy morning in September.
Yoongi was running late for his studio session but he knew that if he didn’t have coffee he would ultimately get nothing done. His usual shop wasn’t open for some reason which annoyed Yoongi but he pulled out his phone and searched for close coffee shops. One popped up called Sweet Treats with a smiling cupcake in the logo. Yoongi raised an eyebrow but started his journey nonetheless.
With the rain, being annoyed and rather tired Yoongi didn’t notice the red rings forming on the pinky of his left hand. By the time he arrived at the shop his finger was covered almost completely.
“Jimin I don’t know what’s going on! My finger has never shown rings before!” The man behind the counter exclaimed to whoever he was talking to on the phone. “Just get over here please, I’m freaking out because my mate is coming and - oh someone is here just hurry.”
He hung up the phone and took a breath before turning and smiled Yoongi. When their eyes locked Yoongi didn’t feel as annoyed anymore. His eyes drifted down to his hand and he watched in fascinated as the tattoo formed on his hand. He looked back up and watched as his mate came from behind the counter and stopped in front of him smiling.
“I’m Kim Seokjin.” He said with tears welling up in his eyes.
but seriously, thank you so damn much! im so fuckin happy about this, and bc of that im gonna be accepting fic prompts and requests again! so pls, send me some things to write, and ill do my very best to fill them with probably some drabbles or maybe ficlets.
im accepting sfw and nsfw stuff, and pretty much any polygrumps ship (though i do have the most experience with egobang, obviously), so knock yourself out OuO