Alcohol-Awareness

Does anyone else not want to drink alcohol?

I see everyone drinking: some of my internet friends drink (even though it’s illegal at their age), my 15 y.o. brother and his friends stole some of my dad’s vodka and drank it over the course of a month or so (and tried to be very sneaky about it, replacing what they had drank with water to make it look like it was still filled), and pretty much every relative that I have drinks. Heck, one of my uncles had a bad problem with alcohol abuse a while back.

Yet.

I don’t want to drink. I don’t like the idea of losing control of my mental faculties for even a little bit in any way, and alcohol and illegal drugs are one of the main ways that I see people losing control. A lot of people do it responsibly, yes, but the idea scared me.

I feel very alone in my stance of never wanting to drink alcohol, and so that’s why I’ve made this to ask if anyone else does not want to drink alcohol? Even if you do, please reblog this to let people know that it’s okay to feel this way.

With A Little Bit Of Sugar

Request by: @toasterstrutle 

“Yo, I’m a huge sucker for soulmates au’s, same with coffee shop au’s, and any story where characters A and B (in this case Draco and Harry) get stuck in the same room for a long time.” 


°One Shot

°Pairing: Drarry (Draco x Harry)

°Warnings: Slight NSFW??? Idk??? Harsh Language


                                 ~With A Little Bit Of Sugar~


“Only one more hour to go.”

With a heavy sigh Ron leaned against the little open doorway that leads to the kitchen, whitch is seperated from the rest of the Cafe’.

“Yeah. I miss my bed.”

Harry, his best friend and workmate, chuckled and threw the piece of cloth he used to clean up some of the already empty tables over his shoulder.

“I miss my girl, Hermione.”

It’s been about two years now and Harry still didn’t get used to the sight of his two best friends being all lovey dovey with each other.

Ron and Harry have been besties since they were little kids. They met in school and never left each others side until this very day.

And Hermione?

Well, she was a new kid when they were in second grade. She used to live far away, but due to her dad’s promotion (he’s a dentist) they had to move and that’s basically how the trio found each other.

As time grew by, Ron and Hermione got together and as soon as they could call themselves adults the two of them moved into a nice flat together.

Harry, too, had a flat of his own, but unlike Ron his lover was his bed.

Why I said lover and not girlfriend?

Well, our little Harry is gay.

He discovered that during fifth year in his school. At that time, he also had his first actual crush.

Sure, he found some girls pretty before that. There was this girl called Cho Chang, he fancied her but he never told her. Not because he was too afraid, more likely because the thought of being with her, kissing her and…doing certain things with her seemed so absurd to him.

In other words, he quickly got over that ‘crush’.

There was a short period of time where he found Ginny Weasley, Ron’s sister; cute and he even considered going on a date with her, even tho he was scared of Ron’s reaction, but he just couldn’t.

Even after she told him that she liked him he rejected her and moved on fast.

Luckily, she found someone that could make her happy.

It was until he walked into class that Harry told himself he just wasn’t intrested in those two specific girls.

It all started with this one french class.

Harry was forced to choose between spanish, latin and french.

Latin didn’t even cross Harry’s mind once-like who the fuck speaks latin anymore?

And spanish and french were his least favourite languages, but since he had to choose one, he decided to give the french class a try.

Ron, that idiot he is, lost his sheet, so the teachers said he had to go to spanish, while Hermione volunteery joined the latin class (WHO THE FUCK SPEAKS THAT ANYMORE).

The dork he is, he ended up being late on his first day at french class and had to sit next to a girl that wouldn’t stop talking.

He remembers her name was Pansy something. She had black hair and always wore black, white and green clothes. For example her favourite green skirt, combined with white high socks, black shoes, a white blouse and a green, sometimes black tie around her neck.

But the most remarkable thing about her probably was her red lipstick.

Pansy however doesn’t even matter that much in this story.

Who mattered much more was who she was friends with-Draco Malfoy, the boy that everyone would tell you to stay away from if they were in one of those cliche’ teeny movies.

The thing was, Harry had just discovered who he was as a person, and then someone like Draco Malfoy steps into his life, just like this, and messes up everything.

He used to play Basketball back then, and just because of Malfoy messing with his head and his heart, Harry never showed up at practice anymore.

Harry had never been less interested in Basketball; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.

In other words, Harry had the hugest crush ever on Draco Malfoy himself, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Nothing other than masturbate every chance he got to the thought of Draco and him getting it on.

There was a little party in their school and everyone was there. Of course, some alcohol was involved, which is why Harry believes that this was the reason for what Malfoy did, but when they were outside the school and talked about deep stuff, Draco kissed him.

It was Harry’s first kiss and he felt his heart burst with joy. But that heart got torn apart the next day, when Draco told him it was a big mistake and that he was disgusted by what they did and that, if he sees Harry anywhere near him or his friends again, he would beat the shit out of him.

The next day, Draco was hanging on Pansy’s lips and when Harry wanted to confront them, Malfoy turned his words into reality.

The poor boy didn’t know what hurt more; his heart or the bruises his classmate caused that day.

Whatever it was, Harry decided to ignore the pain and Malfoy for the rest of his life, which was hard because he left quite a weird looking scar on his forehead.

But, the years passed and they all finished school and went on with their lifes.

And they never saw each other again.


A little ring was heard from the bell hanging over the door, signaling Ron and Harry that someone just entered.

“I’ll take this one. You can go and get to your girl.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, go. See you tomorrow. And tell Hermione I said hey.”

They said farewell and as Ron left through the backdoor, Harry grabbed his little notebook and walked towards the costumer, that sat with his back to him.

Strange, he thought. No one else seems to be here anymore. And it’s oddly dark for this hour of the day.

But since he wanted to be a professional, he just shook his head and put a smile at his tired face.

“Good evening, sir, what can I bring yo-”

There was a small sound heard of something colliding with the floor, and Harry’s face looked like death itself.

No way…


“Potter?”

“Malfoy?”

“Potter.”

“Wha…what are you doing here?!”

“Obviously, I wanted some coffee.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. After all this time, and all he said was that he wanted some goddamn coffee?!

Who the fuck gives two shits about a coffee in this situation?!

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I mean, I get that I damaged your stupid face, but did you get deaf or something? I said I wanted a coffee. With a little bit of sugar, if you can tell what sugar and what salt is.”

Harry was mad; no he was furious.

“Is that everything?”, Harry growled, his fake smile obviously covering up the storm inside the young male.

“No, that would be it.”


Draco grinned at Harry’s misery, but as he watched him walk away into another part of the building, Draco’s mask fell.

His eyes became teary and he had to bite his lip in order to keep the sobs from coming out.

What has he done?

It was at the time to apologize.

He whiped away the tears quickly, shut the front door with a switch of his hand on the lock and walked to where Harry has disappeared.

“Potter.”

Draco entered the room and slammed the open door shut behind him…only to find horror on the others face.

“No!!”

“What?”

Instead of answering, Harry just yanked at the door, which won’t open.

“You idiot, Malfoy! This door needs a key to be opened, and my key IS NOT in THIS ROOM!!!!”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, right.”

The boy sighed and sat on a little two seat sofa.

Draco sat next to him and looked through the tiny room.

It seemed like a storing room for small things, like flour and sugar and all that kind of stuff.

And, to his surprise, there were an open salt and an open sugar package on the little cupboard.

Okay so, either he was trying to poisen him with that salt, or he actually was checking which one is which. Did he take his nasty comment seriously?

“Look, Potter, I actually came to talk to you.”

Mentioned one turned his head to Draco, and suddenly their faces were way closer than they should be.

It took him back to the party…and the day after.

“You see…ugh, I’m not good at this, okay?”

Draco took a deep breath and felt relieved that Harry now didn’t seem as angry anymore; he actually seemed very interested in what Malfoy had to say.

“First of all, I’d like to say that you still have not aged up one bit. I mean, oh god, sorry I…”

And there was it-a small chuckle, almost unnoticed, but Draco heard it clearly, and his heart jumped.

And suddenly it felt so much easier.


“Harry, I am sorry. For everything. You see, back then, when we were in school, Pansy always told me about you and how good you would be for me. In this state of my life, my father was sent to prison, because he robbed a building and hurt people in the act, He was getting blackmailed and saw no other way out than to do what they said. The one that made my father do it-ugh that fucking asshole, he broke my whole family apart.

He’s in prison too, forever, while my father was supposed to get out after five years, but…he died in his cell. He slipped in the small bathtub und hurt his head, and the staff didn’t give two shits so he died due to the bleeding.

My mother never was the same anymore and I had only myself, Blaise and Pansy. So when she told me about you, I wanted to get to know you so badly.

Harry, after a while, I had these thoughts about you, and they scared me because I never thought about someone like this, let alone a boy I just met a few weeks ago.

I kissed you that night because I wanted it, I didn’t drink one bit alcohol. And I was aware of how it felt and I was aware of the way I couldn’t sleep the whole night cause you kept creeping into my mind and god, I was aware that I was no good for you.

So I hurt you to stay away. to make you walk away from me because you deserve so much better. I’m selfish, but this time I had to think about you. When I kissed Pansy, I felt like throwing up, cause that cheep lipstick felt so wrong, and your lips felt so right, and when I hit you I felt like I was dying.”


There were tears in both boy’s eyes and Draco raised his hand to slightly brush his fingers over the scar he made.

“I bet I left even worse scars in your heart, didn’t ?”

Harry nodded, but then took Draco’s hand in his.

A sob escaped his lips and Harry finally pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Draco, we both made mistakes. Let’s forget what happened, okay? Fuck, I’m so happy to see you again.”

They both laughed a bit before they looked into each others eyes, and then, finally finally finally, they leaned in and their lips locked together.

Neither could hide their smile anymore when their lips met, and when they pulled away, they were grinning like idiots.

Draco cupped Harry’s face with his hands and leaned his forehead against his.

“I missed that.”

Harry smiled.

“I missed you.”

-

The next day, Ron and Hermione walked into the Cafe’ and were confused when they saw Harry’s jacket and keys on the counter.

“Harry?”

Since they got no answer they opened the little door to the store room.

“Oh my god!!”

Shocked the couple stared at a sleeping Harry on the couch, a sleeping Draco in his arms.

Hermione pointed to the cupboard.

“What did they need the sugar for?”


Hope you liked it, sorry if I got anything wrong. Lots of love!<3

~Jen

So I just wanna throw an opinion out there- I think universities should have a mandatory alcohol awareness/safety crash course. And I don’t mean one of those bullshit ones where they tell everyone not to drink, ever, because that’s unrealistic. I mean like an actual one, where they teach you about body tolerance, how to actually figure out the alcohol content in a drink, how fast bodies metabolize alcohol, stuff like that. Because a lot of that information is EXTREMELY important, and unfortunately, students are left completely on their own and have to learn all of that on the street, and will make horribly unsafe choices because no one educated them (I’ve seen this happen to many friends of mine). It’s the kind of information that could prevent serious alcohol poisoning, or lower the chances of sexual assault occurring. Idk, this is a late night thought I had, and I think universities are doing students a disservice in not teaching people about it, and instead pretending that telling people not to drink will solve all the problems. I know that’s how my school handled it.

March bulletin board is up and running!! Because off-duty Stormtroopers need to find a better way to cope with their overbearing boss.

Okay friends, so I’ve entered this board in a social media contest her at OSU for Alcohol Awareness Month, and the board with the most favorites and retweets on Twitter or like on Instagram will win a prize for their staff. So it would be AMAZING if you guys could head on over to my Twitter (staticsandstuff or slhuckabay) and my Instagram (staticsandstionery or capn_samerica) and help me out.

She loved the way my lips tasted of
sweet honey that had been
entwined with fire.
I remember the way she held me,
how warm her body felt against mine.
Jack. You’re the only one for me Jack.
Her broken voice would whisper.
Among the many men I watched come
in and out of her life,
I knew she loved me most—I never disappointed her.
She was mine.
I loved our nights together,
in her dim apartment,
wrapped in her hands,
sitting on the living room floor.
I listened to her whole hearted monologues,
for each tear that fell, our lips touched.
She needed me.
I remember the mornings
after our encounters.
The way she would awaken,
curled up in a ball— broken,
realizing that I had been in her
secure grip the whole night.
She hated me.
Mornings brought bittersweet nostalgia.
The sight of me made her remember,
but dreaded to leave my side—
a final kiss always prepared her for the day to come.
She can’t live without me.

anonymous asked:

i just got back from oral surgery (tooth removal, still very sore!) and i was wondering if you would do da2 companions react to hawke winding up with a bad toothache?

(Sorry to hear that, Anon– that bites.)

Varric: Toothaches are a pain, no pun intendd, and the dwarf has been in his friends shoes before. Depending on how far into their cus the two of the are, Kirkwalls resident author may be in a slightly too helpful mindset. A string wrapped around the offending tooth and tied to one of Bianca’s bolts is partially effective, though the copious bleeding afterwards makes a run to Anders an Darktwon necessary.

Isabela: Of all the companions, or at least thouse without magical or medical training, the pirate is the best suited to handle this particular situation. A bad tooth can be deadly if left untreated, and being at sea can make it hard to fix such problems conventionally. The hilt of a dagger beneath the tooth in question pops the offending cuspid free, and the problem is handily solved.

Merrill: Removing the tooth seems  a tad extreme to her particularly as its a good way to end up with no teeth ovrtime. A flash of magic is all it takes to solve the problem, and her gentle and patient chair side demeanor will quickly make the Dalish mage a go-to dentist.

Anders: Honestly, friends like his are the best hands on healer training avaliable. If Hawke comes before shenanigans begin the tooth problem is solved with very little fuss. If they come in after a bungled attempt at extraction- and with subsewuent injuries following such foolishness- it’s a slightly larger issue, and he spends it lecturing them about the importance of proper hygiene and correct healing techniques. And gives them a manifesto for good measure.

Sebastian: As both a brother and a warrior Starkhaven’s prince is not unfamiliar with mouth and jaw issues. But as someone who has also ried to fix such problems himself he wil be quick to urge caution and go to a professional– or at the very least try to numb the area before doing anything drastic. And Maker preserve them, make sure they go for the right tooth!

Fenris: Fenhendis, what is he to know about tooth aches? In Tevinter slaves re expected to suffer in silence, and in those rare times when medical assistance was required is was often magical and often administired without his consent or even awareness. If alcohol is involved the idea is floated by -and possibly utilized, if they are too far gone- to call on his lyrium powers. There will almost certainly need to be professional intervention afterwards.

Bethany: For most of her early life it had been Malcom who had taken care of the family medical needs. But Bethany had learned at his knee, and picked up more besides over the years. Should her sibling develop a problem she will fix it with relative ease.

Carver: Can this be an excuse to punch his sibling? Because that seems reasonable to him.

Aveline: Like she would with any of her guardsman, the captain marches Hawke right to a healer. Such things should never be left alone to fester, and Maker only knows what their group with get up to unsupervised.

– Mod Fereldone

anonymous asked:

kiribaku for the otp thing! or momojirou

why not both of them!!

kiribaku:

  • Who’s the messiest one: Kirishima, mostly because Bakugou is (surprisingly but also not really) kind of a control freak.
  • Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: Bakugou without any shadow of doubt. it’s just Not His Thing and Kirishima respects this.
  • Who’s the funniest drunk: I’d say Kiri  because he’s the only one I can think of who is likely to have gotten drunk at least once before (probably with Kaminari). Bakugou 1 - doesn’t like alcohol 2 - is aware that Aizawa will kick them out if he catches them drinking in the dorm and 3 - probably throws a fit about Kirishima being tipsy/drunk and tries to kill Kaminari.
  • Who texts the most: Kirishima. He texts everyone constantly, Bakugou replies his messages with monosillabes or “we live next to each other if you need to tell me something just come here dumbass”
  • Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Bakugou. You see that scary face and cold exterior? well he most likely uses it to hide the fact that he likes cheesy, romantic songs. Kirishima thinks it’s adorable.
  • Who reads the most: Bakugou. Kirishima tries to read, but being dyslexic really doesn’t make it easy for him.
  • Who’s better with kids: Kirishima!! He adores children. Bakugou, on the other hand, shouldn’t be allowed around children.
  • Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: neither of them. Have you seen them. They would probably try to put together a broken cup with a glue stick.
  • Who’s got the weirdest hobby: I’d say Kirishima considering his obsession with manliness
  • Who cooks and who cleans up: Bakugou cooks, Kirishima cleans up.

momojirou:

  • Who’s the messiest one: Kyouka absolutely.
  • Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: Momo, mostly because she’s already the butt end of so many lewd jokes without throwing her girlfriend in the mix too. Kyouka kills whoever makes Momo uncomfortable.
  • Who’s the funniest drunk: they’re kids and they don’t drink. Momo is also a class rep so double the “not drinking allowed” part
  • Who texts the most: Kyouka, she’s an insomniac texter who sends links to weird videos with no context or explanation. Momo is worried about her sleeping schedule.
  • Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Momo doesn’t have specific tastes in music and to her girlfriend’s eyes that’s embarassing enough
  • Who reads the most: Momo. Kyouka is more of a comic books and magazines person.
  • Who’s better with kids: neither of them are any good with children, Momo is too awkward and Kyouka is probably the kind of person who whispers “is that a fucking gremlin” when she sees a toddler.
  • Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: Momo fixes things, sometimes she quickly replaces them with her quirk because she doesn’t want to admit she can’t fix something.
  • Who’s got the weirdest hobby: Kyouka has a collection of ukuleles back at home. She has been collecting them for years and her parents are slowly getting worried about her secret ukulele obsession.
  • Who cooks and who cleans up: Momo cooks and cleans up because she wants to treat her girlfriend right, Kyouka insists in helping.
SQW Day 2 “MILF”

“Hey Ma, what’s a milf?” Emma spits out the coffee she had been drinking and begins coughing as the bit she did manage to inhale went down the wrong pipe.

“What did you say?” She manages to choke out.

“What does milf mean,” Her thirteen year old son states louder. The blonde continues to cough although it’s mostly done on purpose as a way to buy her some time.

“Why do you ask?” She’s really not looking forward to his answer because if it has anything to with (or she suspects that it has to do with) porn then that’s gonna lead to a whole other plane of awkwardness that she’s in no way ready for. Regina was the one that was prepared for ‘The Talk” having set up a whole speech with diagrams and images and explicit details on consent and bedroom etiquette. She was so focused on trying to remember what the whole thing entailed just in case this topic lead down that path, that she almost missed his answer.

“The group of teenagers that usually hang out in parking lots, you know the ones who you and mom told me to stay away from, were talking about mom. I couldn’t really hear exactly what they were saying but I heard them say milf and I don’t know what that means.” As her boy stares at her, blinking with an innocent expression her heart rate slowly decreases and she’s able to breath more easily. ‘Thank the stars’ she thinks and closes her eyes for a moment to gather herself before continuing.

“Man I love fries.”

“What?”

“It’s an acronym. Milf, M.I.L.F stands for, Man I Love Fries.” Henry’s face takes on a look of confusion, carefully taking a few moments before speaking up once more.

“Oh. That’s weird. It’s just,” He pauses, a look of mild concentration on his face “they were talking about her and doing weird gestures then they immediately start talking about fries?” Emma’s knuckles have most definitely turned white, she can tell even though she can’t see them as she’s gripping the seat of her chair.

“Guess so,” Her voice sounds strained so she takes a quick calming breath  “Teenagers are weird, Hen, Especially that bunch so remember to stay away from them, okay?”

“Okay, Ma.” He smiles and leaves the room.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em.”

________________________________________________________________

Emma waited and waited for the perfect moment to strike, going as far as to borrow Grumpy’s truck for the stakeouts at the normal hangouts of the group of teens Henry had mentioned. It took a little over a week until she had everything she needed. Collecting information on who was a part of the group, how old they were, where they lived, any past felons ect.. she gathered everything (that she could do legally anyway as this had to be done by the books or else everything would be for naught) now all she had to do was wait for them to gather once again.

Tonight was the night, she could feel the adrenaline rush as she pulled up in her Sheriff’s car, sirens blaring and tires squealing. She knew she wouldn’t be able to physically catch all of them but she didn’t need to, besides, there was really only one she wanted to bust in this fashion so she had her sights set on him as soon as she got close enough to pick him out. Predictably, they all scattered but she had no trouble keeping her eyes on her target, she pulled up and practically launched out of the car at full speed, all noise died down as she chased after her prey, for a moment she relished in the animalistic mindset running after perps always gave her but she was human (and a cop) and needed to act like one. “Freeze or I’ll have no option but to use force!” Secretly she hoped he didn’t listen and felt like Christmas came early when he didn’t. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” No longer needing to hold back, she effortlessly catches up and tackles him to the ground and if she ‘accidentally’ pushes against the back of his head and rubs his face in the mud they landed in, well she was just straightening herself out.

________________________________________________________________

At that moment Emma couldn’t be happier with the job she had. ‘Helping people is great and all but damn does this feel good.’ Maybe, as an adult, she should feel some sort of empathy for the crying teenager in the jail cell but after everything he’s done she just can’t bring herself to care all that much. Tommy Jensen had always been a thorn in the citizens of Storybrooke’s sides, from theft to drugs to property damage to generally just being a little shit with a horrific attitude had made the Sheriff wonder how he hadn’t been detained before, until she learned his parents were ex nobles, who may have lost their titles when the curse happened but never lost their ‘snobbiness’. Using who they were in the Enchanted Forest they were able to bail their kid out of trouble or scare other residence into not punishing their son but the Savior wasn’t from there and thus titles meant absolutely nothing to her. She knows it really wasn’t entirely Tommy’s fault for being the way he was, she was even starting to feel a sliver of sadness for the kid but then he opened his mouth.

“Hey! You know who my family is, right?”

“Yep.” she held back a chuckle at the sight of disbelief on his face. He obviously wasn’t use to people knowing who he was and not caring.

“My father can pay you! Whatever you want, all you gotta do is let me out.”

“No thanks.” Tommy started to scream and shake the bars with all his might.

“YOU STUPID BITCH LET ME OUT!” The Sheriff lost all traces of amusement and stood up to collect her things. “Wh-where are you going?” Emma, as an adult, knew she couldn’t lose her temper with him but she was never a really that good at being a proper adult.

“Your friends should be home by now so I’m going to go pay them a visit.” Her tone was cold and unlike anything the teen had heard coming from her before. “While I’m out I’ll have to figure out how long you’ll be locked up for. You’re practically legally an adult so I’ll have to take that into account.”

“I-I only just tur-turned seventeen!” The blonde shrugs.

“Close enough.” And yeah Emma really wasn’t that great at being an adult but she didn’t yell so that was progress. Besides, a little fear was good for kids.

________________________________________________________________

The Sheriff went around to all the houses to inform the parents and dish out punishments. For those who thought their little angel(s) would never do such a thing, she’d pull out the pictures she had taken over the course of her stakeouts. The discipline varied from kid to kid depending on their age and past actions. The older ones had their driver’s permit/license revoked, the younger ones had to take classes in drugs/alcohol awareness, those who had a history with the law also had to pay fines, but all had to do at least twenty hours of community service.

Once the other teens were all sorted out, Emma returned to the station to deal with Tommy, the gang’s leader and the one who had set everything into motion with his disrespectful comments about Regina. As she walked in he immediately tried to get her attention but she simply ignored him and called his parents to let him know where he was. To say they weren’t happy would be an understatement but she really didn’t care, she was the law in this town and if she just happen to accidentally lock them in a cell without legal reason and misplaced the keys, well she was always losing her things and she’d get right to looking for them…..in the morning.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” the boy sniffled. It took a few moments for Emma to remember what she said to Tommy before she had left to bust his friends.

“That all depends on you.” Legally she couldn’t actually do much of anything other than what she had already done to the other teens but he didn’t need to know that. Technically the only thing she could hold him for was underage drinking. Although it was common knowledge that him and his group were behind a good portion of the minor crimes around town, along with them also doing drugs, there wasn’t any hardcore evidence to prove it.

“What do you mean?” Emma smirked.

________________________________________________________________

“Hey Henry!”

“Huh? Oh, Hey Grace!”

“What’re you doing out here?”

“Oh you know…just people watching.” Following his line of sight, Grace gasped.

“Is….is that Tommy Jensen!?”

“It sure is!” Normally the brunette boy’s smile would make her swoon a little but this smile was different. This smile reminded her of his mother back when she was still considered an enemy and gave her chills.

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s bringing apology cards to anyone and everyone he ever wronged.”

“What about that huge bouquet of flowers?”

“Those are for my mom.” Grace took a few minutes watching Henry watching Tommy when it clicked.

“Henry, did you have something to do with this?”

“Operation ‘Lion’ is complete.”

I’M NOT IN LOVE • KISS IT BETTER MASTERLIST

by: @kylo-renne + @kyloholic

Summary: Everybody loves him, he’s the most up and coming Jedi Knight, and Ben Solo reigns supreme. But he has many vices, and with you as his new competition they will begin to show. Quickly, you become a threat to his reputation, and you will not back down. Eventually, something’s got to give.

Warning: Pervy Ben, slightly nsfw


Ben knew his confrontation wasn’t going well when Jax said “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” clearly lying to his face.

“You mean the flowers that weren’t yours to take credit for? Stop lying to me.” Ben scowls.

“Chill out dude, I’m just trying to get with Y/N.”

“You can’t, she’s too good for you,” He shook his head.

Jax raised his eyebrows at him, why was he being so weird about this. He had never tried to stop him before, unless…”You like her! Those were your flowers,” Jax realizes.

“So you admit you stole them,” Ben crosses his arms.

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2. Benefit Counseling

3. Black Student Alliance

4. Child Development Center

5. Consumer Education Classes

6. Community Facility Use

7. Community Health Classes

8. East Oakland CIL (Center for Independent Living) Branch

9. Community Pantry (Free Food Program)

10. Drug/Alcohol Abuse Awareness Program

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13. Drill Team

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26. Free Housing Cooperative Program

27. Food Cooperative Program

28. Free Optometry Program

29. Community Forum

30. Free Pest Control Program

31. Free Plumbing and Maintenance Program

32. Free Shoe Program

33. GED Classes

34. Geriatric Health Center

35. GYN Clinic

36. Home SAFE Visits

37. Intercommunal Youth Institute (becomes OCS by 1975)

38. Junior and High School Tutorial Program

39. Legal Aid and Education

40. Legal Clinic/Workshops

41. Laney Experimental College Extension Site

42. Legal Referral Service(s)

43. Liberation Schools

44. Martial Arts Program

45. Nutrition Classes

46. Oakland Community Learning Center

47. Outreach Preventative Care

48. Program Development

49. Pediatric Clinic

50. police patrols

51. Seniors Against a Fearful Environment

52. SAFE Club

53. Sickle Cell Anemia Research Foundation

54. Son of Man Temple (becomes Community Forum by 1976)

55. Sports

56. Senior Switchboard

57. The Black Panther Newspaper

58. Teen Council

59. Teen Program

60. U.C. Berkeley Students Health Program

61. V.D. Preventative Screening & Counseling

62. Visiting Nurses Program

63. WIC (Women Infants, and Children) Program

64. Youth Diversion and Probation Site

65. Youth Training and Development

The next time someone (white people and ignorant black people alike) tell you that the Black Panthers were a terrorist group/hate group, kindly ask them if the KKK ever did any of this. As long as YOU know what the panthers stood for and represented, that’s all that matters.

"Just give him another chance." All of Jon Jones' fuckups since joining the UFC

Dec. 12, 2008 Three months after his promotional debut at UFC 87, Jones is driving with his girlfriend, Jessie Moses, and allegedly loses control of a 2001 Subaru on an icy roadway in Ithaca, N.Y. The car slides into two occupied parked cars, damaging the driver’s side mirror of one and forcing the other off the shoulder, according to an accident report.

Jan. 18, 2009 Jones, again in the 2001 Subaru with Moses and his newborn daughter, Leah, is cited for unsafe passing in Ithaca after allegedly hitting a car that was attempting to make a left turn. The driver of the opposing car claims he had his turn signal activated; Jones admits he didn’t have his on and acknowledges the car was slowing down. Emergency services are called to the scene, but there are no injuries.

Jan. 20, 2011 Jones was involved in a car crash while driving his Chrysler 300. The crash resulted in a woman leaving the scene of the accident on a stretcher.

Nov. 24, 2011 Jones is driving a black 2012 Bentley – given as a gift by the UFC – when a cop spots him “drifting,” or intentionally losing traction, around a corner before pulling into the parking lot of an Albuquerque strip club. The Bentley is towed after the cop runs Jones’ license and discovers it’s suspended. Jones is cited for “loss of traction” and driving with a suspended license. The charges are later dropped.

May 19, 2012 Jones is intercepted by Binghamton (N.Y) police after striking a utility pole. He is with two female passengers, who sustain minor injuries in the accident. Jones, allegedly slurring his speech and walking unsteadily, is taken into custody after he “politely refuses” a sobriety test. He’s later fined $1,000, ordered to undergo an alcohol-awareness program, and must install an ignition interlock on his cars. He also receives a six-month suspension of his license.

Sept. 23, 2014 Jones is fined $50,000 and ordered to perform 40 hours of community service for his role in a brawl with Daniel Cormier in the lobby of Las Vegas’ MGM Grand Hotel & Casino. The two were there to promote their UFC 178 pay-per-view headliner (though the bout was later pushed back to UFC 182).

Jan. 17, 2015 Jones is fined $25,000 for violating the UFC’s fighter code of conduct when an out-of-competition test in connection with UFC 182 reveals the presence of cocaine.

April 27, 2015 Hit-and-run incident. Jones turns himself in to Albuquerque police the same day police officially named him as the lead suspect in a hit-and-run that resulted in a 25-year-old pregnant woman to break her arm. Witnesses say Jones ran a red light and then fled on foot from the scene before turning back to stuff a handful of cash down his pants and again flees. Police find a marijuana pipe and marijuana in the car along with Jones MMA memorabilia and rental-car documents linking Jones to the car. A plea agreement allowed him to avoid jail time and clear his permanent record by serving 18 months supervised probation, during which he agreed to give 72 public-speaking engagements. As part of his agreement, he was also required not to break any laws. The UFC stripped him of his belt during this time.

Feb. 7, 2016 Jones was cited for driving without a driver’s license, proof of insurance or registration. While having broke the terms of his probation the judge decided not to give Jones jail time but instead he was given community service.

March 29, 2016 Jones picks up another 5 violations to his probation for drag racing, exhibition driving, weaving, failing to properly display his license plate, and modifying his exhaust pipe. A video was released showing Jones cursing at Albuquerque police officer Jason Brown during a heated confrontation. Jones denies drag racing and calls Brown a “liar” and a “pig”. In a subsequent interview, Jones admitted he let his emotions get the best of him and apologized. Jones is required to complete a driver-improvement course, enroll in an anger-management course and complete 60 additiona hours of community service.

July 8, 2016 Jones is forced to withdraw from UFC 200 due to failing an out-of-competition drug screening with subsequent testing confirming the doping. Later that month the Nevada State Athletic Commission revealed Jones tested positive for clomiphene, an anti-estrogenic substance, and letrozole, an aromatase inhibitor. Both substances are banned in and out of competition and are described as, “hormone and metabolic modulators”. The substances are often used to reduce the increase of estrogen conversion during & following a cycle of external testosterone use.

Lana Del Rey on sobriety & community service:

“I spent the last ten years in community service and writing folk songs. I’m not a trained social worker. I’ve been sober for ten years, so it was drug and alcohol rehabilitation. It was more traditional twelve-step call stuff. Just people who can’t get it together, me and groups of other people who have been based in New York for a long time working with people who need help and reached out. It was about building communities around sobriety and staying clean and stuff like that. That was my focus since I moved to the Bronx when I was eighteen. I liked music, but I considered it to be a luxury. It wasn’t my primary focus: the other stuff was really my life. Yeah, because I was an addict who got clean.”

“Well, one thing you learn when you do get sober is that complete surrender is the foundation for all good things to come. And I feel like that idea translated to all aspects of my life. When you have absolutely no idea what’s going to happen to you or what your career’s going to end up like and you’re just really open to anything, then you don’t really have anything to lose. A lot of different people come in and out of your life. And it’s really fun to say yes, and it’s really fun to be easy about everything and just let songs come to you and let people come to you. And it is free, in a way.”

“I’ve been involved in homeless outreach for the last seven years. Drug and alcohol awareness — I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs anymore. When things aren’t going that well musically, you know … I stopped focusing on music for a long time so I started focusing on other things that I knew more about.”

“I live in Koreatown on the edge of Hancock Park [in LA], so I do different things where and when I can. It’s not just people with mental illness on the streets, but also people who, throughout the years, have lost identification information, that sort of thing. And I know what to do, I know how I can help, because I was that person. My life was feeling murky, and that sense of disconnectedness from the streets is part of that.”

“It’s not my fault that love went bad. I met this person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. We were both clean and sober. We lived together and then he started getting into trouble, and he had to leave. There’s a lot of facets to my life, they don’t all seem like they would come together. It’s been a strange ride.”

In her years in New York, working “odd jobs” and “helping out in the community, in alcohol and drug awareness programs” and playing the singer-songwriter open-mic circuit. - The Telegraph

She now raises money for a charity that helps homeless people. “Music was my passion, but my work with this foundation is more important. I myself had the chance to be [helped by an organisation],” the singer revealed to French magazine Madame Figaro. “Helping others now feels like it’s my turn to give something back.”

“I’ve been really involved in my community for the last seven years that I’ve been here, in lots of different ways. I’ve been involved in homeless outreach for the last seven years. Drug and alcohol awareness – I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs anymore. When things aren’t going that well musically, you know … I stopped focusing on music for a long time so I started focusing on other things that I knew more about.”

Some volunteering. I have a group of friends who work individually with different affiliations, but basically, yes. It’s been good. I consider being able to pursue music a luxury, but it’s not the most important thing in my life. It’s just something that’s really nice that ended up working for me for right now. Just in New York, just in the last seven years. When I realized that maybe singing wasn’t going to be so easy I went back to what I knew how to do, what I was also really passionate about. There’s not many things, but …”

“I mean, I do feel alone in the things that I do sometimes … sometimes I feel that I’m walking my own path. I’m not anymore actually, but I think that I did. When you lead a different lifestyle from a lot of other people – like you don’t do drugs, you don’t drink, you try and stay above the dark side of things – it’s just, that was maybe a position I was trying to embody just to stay calm.”

anonymous asked:

dude ur drunk log out before you do something you might regret later

Even under the influence of alcohol I am aware of my actions so whenever somebody says “i was drunk id dint mean it XDD” don’t fucking believe. Alcohol just brings out who you really are

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Hey, please commission me!
I need to rack up some money on my PayPal for uber rides, and I only have the coloring to do with my last commissions which will be done this weekend.

I’m trying something different this time around!

$15 starting will get you one of the more cartoon like drawings seen above. They will be colored digitally like the first image seen.

For $25, I will color them with alcohol markers (though be aware: I only own 6 colors, all of which are depicted above!) and I can send the picture to you if you’d like. The picture would be 5.5" x 8.5". These will be in the style of the bottom two photos.

For $30, I will draw detailed characters like how I did the top right picture seen above, and these can be digital or alcohol markers. If they are done with alcohol markers, I can send it to you as well.

My PayPal is PayPal.me/jennsart or jennsartcommissions@gmail.com for those that don’t want commissions but like to help.

Please boost, I wanna get as much money as I can before Monday June 12th!! My goal is $100, right now I have exactly $10.12 in my account.

Latch (Elliot Alderson x Reader)

A/N: I’ve found a tragic lack of MR fanfic despite the popularity of the show and the (ever-growing) size of the fandom so I’ve decided to make a stand. This is my first ever writing for this show and character so please be gentle but feedback would be very much appreciated. The other writers I’ve seen on here are brilliant so I hope to uphold those kind of standards. This is just a short fluffy piece I’ve put together inspired by the song Latch by Disclosure. Ask box is open for requests.

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