I told you I was gonna make something


Jay ( Fiance 💍) when a man spoke to you and allowed himself to tease him : You - Babe, don’t start a fight ! Jay - Okay, i wait… Maybe he has something to say ! (The man trying to explain the why and how ) Jay - You know what… I don’t give a d*mn (gif ^_^) Bae ❤ , i don’t say that you can’t have boys as a friends but what bothers me is that you do not know him and besides he dares to make fun of me. You have never been told not to touch what is not yours? The man finish by ran away. You - Did you have to say that ? Jay - Yes i mean Yeah, obviously , everyone know that you gonna be Madam Park, so what ? You - Oh 😧… What ever !

Originally posted by aom1lli


shinee + space-y things for the birthday girl, @leejinklies. ♡

feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ I never told you, but I was married once before. ❜
  • ❛ It was just a drunken Vegas thing. ❜
  • ❛ What’s her name and social security number? ❜
  • ❛ No, you’re not gonna kill her. ❜
  • ❛ If you don’t like them we can take them back. ❜
  • ❛ Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet. ❜
  • ❛ The new curtains are hideous. ❜
  • ❛ Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart… and that’s saying something! ❜
  • ❛ Wait, why do I get the girl gun? ❜
  • ❛ You gotta take this bitch out! ❜
  • ❛ Don’t tell me how to handle my wife. ❜
  • ❛ It was just my cover, sweetheart. ❜
  • ❛ My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan. ❜
  • ❛ That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb. ❜
  • ❛ Ask us the sex question. ❜
  • ❛ Still alive, baby? ❜
  • ❛ You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being. ❜
  • ❛ Hey baby. I didn’t hear you downstairs. ❜
  • ❛ These fuckers get younger every year. ❜
  • ❛ I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding. ❜
  • ❛ I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning. ❜
  • ❛ Chicken shit! ❜
  • ❛ Pussy! ❜
  • ❛ Come to Daddy. ❜
  • ❛ Who’s your Daddy now? ❜
  • ❛ Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch. ❜
  • ❛ Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry! ❜
  • ❛ I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey. ❜
  • ❛ You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn! ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I must have missed that day. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy. ❜
  • ❛ Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. ❜
  • ❛ Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. ❜
  • ❛ Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is… you die. ❜
  • ❛ You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl? ❜
  • ❛ There’s this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything that we don’t say to each other. What’s that called?  ❜
  • ❛ I have a theory, newly developed. ❜
  • ❛ I think you killed us. ❜
  • ❛ Why do you care? I was just a cover. ❜
  • ❛ It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart! ❜
  • ❛ I never went to MIT. Notre Dame. Art history major. ❜
  • ❛ Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage — sends a mixed message. ❜
  • ❛ Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map. ❜
  • ❛ you really expect me to roll over and play dead? ❜
  • ❛ Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage. ❜
  • ❛ We should so not be allowed to buy these. ❜
  • ❛ Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars. ❜
  • ❛ We’re going to have to re-do every conversation we’ve ever had. ❜
  • ❛ Have you been selling big guns to bad people? ❜

“Don’t look so unenthusiastic! This is gonna be great!

…Well, that’s actually the face you usually make. Are you happy to be here? I honestly can’t tell.

Reeed! Give me a smile! Or something at least! Come on~!”

Time for a sunny vacation //(*▼▽▼)∩//

  • Anakin: Ahsoka! Why are you sequestered by this old holoprojector?

  • Ahsoka: I’m avoiding Lux and his truth bombs...he keeps saying he wants to talk to me. I’m afraid he’s gonna tell me he loves me or propose marriage or something.

  • Anakin: Oh my god. That makes me kind of want to cry.

  • Ahsoka: He dove in front of those lasers- for me. I can’t be mean to him. I watched him make caf for 28 minutes this morning. But I also can’t lead him on.

  • Anakin: Obi-Wan told me not to let him get hurt tonight, so I’ll keep him away from you.
  • ...
Lux: Have you seen Ahsoka?

  • Anakin: Ahsoka died eight years ago.

anonymous asked:

Whenever the subject of eating meat comes up with my friends (which is basically whenever we're eating), my friends are always like, "You do you, but I'm gonna keep eating meat." Like??? I never TOLD you you COULDN'T eat meat... I don't know, they just always make me feel like the bad guy even if I'm just sharing my personal opinion. It's just like my presence evokes guilt out of them, and they have to reassure themselves that they're making their own decisions or something. I don't get it.

I think it was Melanie Joy who made this point, that until a vegetarian or vegan enters the room, there are no meat eaters, there are just eaters, because everyone is doing the same thing. But as soon as we’re there, suddenly they’re reminded that what they’re doing is a choice, and that some people choose not to. This can make people unreasonably uncomfortable, even if you aren’t vocal about it, your being vegan reminds them that they’re not, and it makes them feel guilty, even if they’re not consciously aware of it. But make no mistake, their discomfort is not your responsibility, and honestly, most meat eaters could stand to feel a lot guiltier than they do considering how harmful their actions are. I know it’s frustrating, but try not to let it bother you. You’re doing the right thing; you know it, and chances are that deep down they know it too.

As I sat there, tears rolling down my cheeks, looking at you, as I told you I couldn’t do it anymore, I knew.
I knew that there were no way in hell I was ever gonna go through something like that again.

And then I told myself that maybe love isn’t always supposed to end up in marriage, maybe it just has to make you feel something. Anything.
To shake you a little bit.
And maybe the term “soulmates” is just made up by some fools too in love with each other to notice the world around them.

Maybe you don’t always end up with the person you love the most, and maybe you’ll never know if you do.
Maybe a little love is better than none, and maybe none is better than something that cracks you up from the inside, leaving you empty and heartbroken.

Maybe you’ll be in love 52 times, or maybe you’ll be in love once.
Maybe the person you marry won’t be the person you’ll love for the rest of your life, and maybe that’s okay.

Maybe you’ll meet someone one day, and maybe it’ll only last 3 months, but maybe it’ll be magical. Maybe, they’ll be the love of your life and maybe you’ll never find someone who quite gets you like they did.
And maybe you’ll be 13 or 33 or 78 when you come across your first love.

Maybe it’ll be hard and difficult and heartbreaking.
And you’ll swear to never fall again, you’ll believe your own words even when your friends shakes their heads at you. And he’s gonna come somewhat unexpected and it’ll take you by storm and before you know it you’ll do it all over again even though you swore you’d never.

And maybe you’ll realize that things will still happen even though you wish they don’t and sometimes that’s okay, because it’s the things we don’t expect that shakes us the most.
And maybe that’s fine.
Maybe that’s life.

—  f.f.// excerpts from stories I’ll never write.
Diamonds are Forever: Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst, drinking, fluff

Word Count: 2240

Request:  I was wondering if you would write something were the reader and Bucky fell in love, but Natasha was really horrible and told the reader to stay away from Bucky, Bucky doesn’t understand why until the reader breaks down to Steve and tells why, if that makes any sense I would love you forever, I understand if Not, your an amazing writer xx 

For my darling @melconnor2007 

Authors Note: So this is gonna be a small little drabble series, only two parts because it was getting too long, second part will  be posted tomorrow. This is a little different than how I normally write, but none the less, I hope you all enjoy it! 

Feel free to submit prompts or requests for drabbles and one shots!

“So are you just going to sit there looking morose or are you going to try to talk to someone.” You laugh as you sink down onto the couch next to Bucky. He had been sitting there, whiskey in hand, staring blankly at the wall for the past hour as Tony’s lavish party swam around him. The loud music and hum of conversation erasing any focus on him.

He jumps slightly at your sudden appearance, his eyes darting briefly to the champagne in your hand, before traveling up to the sparkling chain dangling around your wrist. His eyes focus on the glint of the diamond encrusted chain as you bend your arm, his eyes following the light to your face as you raise the glass to your tinted lips, taking a sip.

“No one I’m very interested in talking to.” Bucky responds plainly, shrugging his shoulders as his hand unclasps from the glass, moving to grab nervously at his knee as the metal arm raises the whiskey to his lips, “You took your time showing up.” He smiles, his eyes flashing up to you. You grin back at him, noticing the small implication of his words.

“Aww were you waiting on me love? Sorry to have delayed you.” You sit up on the couch, turning to face him more clearly, as your toes tap excitedly beneath you. “Well the wait is over Buckaroo,” You announce loudly, “Don’t call me that.” He groans, rolling his eyes.

“I have arrived and now your party can start.” You continue, laughing loudly at the horrified look on Bucky’s face at your ostentatious performance. He sinks back into the couch as he notices a few glances from the crowd around you.

“Will you knock it off.” He scolds, reaching for your hand to pull you back to the couch. You fall forward, both a combination of his strength and your slightly tipsy state, but your hand catches softly against his chest.

You steady yourself, breathing a little heavy as your eyes flick up to Bucky, noticing his own crystal blue gaze staring back at you. “Sorry” He whispers, his breath fanning softly across your face as he holds your gaze, the mumble of the crowd around you seeming to hush for a moment.

“Y/N” You hear Nat’s sharp voice from behind you. You pull back quickly from Bucky, his fingers catching slightly on your wrist as his grip remains firm for a moment too long. He glares up at Nat as you pull back from him, turning to face her.

“I didn’t even know you’d arrived; I guess Barnes stole you away too quickly.” Nat cocks a hip out, her eyebrow raised as she looks at Bucky before her attention shifts to you.

“Well I had to check in with my favorite guy,” You smile, gazing up at her as your hand pats Bucky’s forearm, the champagne glass confidently rising to your lips once more. Bucky straightens beside you, hurriedly pushing a few stray hairs back out of his face, smoothing them back towards his bun, as a small grin pulls at his lips.

Nat rolls her eyes as she looks at Bucky’s smiling face with clear dislike, “Come on, looks like you need another drink, let’s go to the bar.” She flashes a warning smile at you and you nod in defeat.

You squeeze Bucky’s arm, smiling at him briefly, a small cough sounding from Natasha, “I’ll see you later handsome.” You tease, flashing a small wink to him as you stand up, turning to head towards Nat, you throw the slightest bit of swing into your step, making your hips sway seductively as Nat rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and pulling you forcefully towards the bar.

“What the hell was that?” She snarls in your ear as she shoves you closer to the bar, you pull your arm from her grip, rubbing the place where her fingers had cut in. “Hey, calm down. I was just talking. He was all alone Nat and he is our teammate and my friend. I don’t get why you’re like this.” Your voice rises as your annoyance becomes evident.

Natasha rolls her eyes again as she signals to the bartender for more champagne. “Stop rolling your eyes at me god dammit! Look,” you growl, dropping your tone low so only she can hear you, “I get it, you don’t like him…” Nat opens her mouth to respond but you keep speaking, halting her words.

“And you don’t trust him. I know. But you also don’t know him.” You look at her sternly, as she raises an eyebrow in annoyance, her eyes darting over to Bucky, alone on the couch. “And you do?” She asks, as she leans placidly against the bar, watching Bucky’s nervous hands as they fidget with his empty glass.

You glance over at him, following Nat’s gaze. His face is downcast as his shoulder’s hunch forward defensively, unsure of how to exist in the space. Your face softens as you look at him, a warm feeling spreading through your chest, softening your tone, “Yeah, I do.” You turn your attention to Nat as she purses her lips.

“Listen Nat,” You start, but she interrupts you, “No, you listen. We’ve known each other for a few years, you are one of my closest friends. I don’t trust him, and I don’t think he’s safe. And I am not asking you, I am telling you. Stay away from him. For your own safety,” She touches your hair affectionately, her eyes full of sadness as she sighs deeply her lips pouting slightly, “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

You bite your lip and nod quietly, glancing once more at Bucky. You knew that he had not been an avenger years ago. That him and Steve had battled in DC and then against Stark a year later. But you also knew all that was in the past now. That Bucky had become a team player and Stark had moved past it… so why couldn’t Nat?

“2 tequilas please” You speak quickly, motioning to the bartender. “That’s the spirit!” Nat chuckles, nudging your arm affectionately. You recoil slightly at her contact, still silently angry at her unreasonable demand.

The bartender sets down the two shots and you move quickly scooping them both up. Natasha goes to move to take one from you, thinking to do a cheers, but you move them both in succession into your mouth, shooting them back.

Natasha raises her eyebrow at you. “Well, someone’s in the mood to get drunk tonight.” She giggles. You look at her, annoyance evident in every inch of your expression. “Oh come on, are you going to be mad at me about this for the rest of the night?”

You nod, silently as you motion to the bartender for another champagne. Natasha laughs sharply beside you, her chuckle halting suddenly as you reach for your champagne.

“Y/N?” You turn to see Bucky standing there in front of you, looking nervous as his fingers fiddle slightly with his empty glass. He leans past you slightly, his movements deliberate as he sets the empty glass on the bar, “I was wondering if you would like to dance?” He asks softly, leaning into you and dropping his voice nervously.

Your stomach clenches at his words, wanting nothing more than to take Bucky’s hand and disappear with him onto the dance floor. He looks down at you, his sparkling blue eyes hopeful as he waits for your response.

Natasha coughs loudly beside you, jarring you back into your own head, forcing you to remember the conversation that had just taken place. “I… uh…” You stammer looking at Bucky as Natasha glares at you, “I’m sorry… I… will you excuse me.”

You push past Bucky moving quickly into the throng of people as he stares confusedly at you. You retreat into the crowd, daring to glance back at Bucky’s hurt and wounded expression, seeing Natasha’s expression soften as she takes in Bucky’s disheartened appearance.

You spin on your heel, turning quickly out of someone’s way as your eyes begin to sting. You smack into something hard, your eyes flicking up as you stumble backward, the alcohol making your movements clumsy.

“Woah… Hey, there.” Steve chuckles, moving quickly to grab you and pull you close into a dancing position, not missing a beat as he covers your clumsy moment with a smooth dance move, coming into harmony with the crowd around you.

“Thanks!” You squeeze his shoulder, your eyes flicking up to his as he pulls you closer, turning your bodies with the sound of the music. “You seem to be having a good time?” He snickers, looking down at you with a bemused expression.

You sigh, rolling your eyes, “Quite the contrary actually…” You inform him, your face flashing into an exaggerated frown as you roll your eyes. His face falls slightly, laughing lightly at your joking expression.

“Oh no sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Steve asks, worried about your sad expression. “It’s… it’s nothing… it’s…” You sputter, turning to face him, his clear eyes boring into you. “I don’t even know if it’s worth it.” You whisper, shaking your head as you break his gaze, leaning into his chest as he moves you effortlessly to the music.

Steve looks down at you, confused by your cryptic response. His eyes rise, flashing around the room, falling on Bucky’s solemn form, slumped over by the bar, drinking steadily. “Geez, Buck looks a little worse for wear tonight,” He remarks on Bucky’s defeated appearance.

You yank back suddenly from him, stumbling slightly at the sudden motion, “What so now you’re on my case about it?” You snarl, gearing up for another argument, the alcohol thick in your head.

“Y/N? What are you carrying on about?” Steve asks, keeping his grip firmly on you so you don’t stumble. “You! I’m on about you! And Natasha! Both of you, telling me what to do! I like Bucky god dammit! I like him a hell of a lot!” You raise your voice to Steve, your words vaguely slurred as your tipsy state betrays you.

“And I am sick of Natasha telling me to stay away from him!” You exclaim happily, finally feeling liberated from your friend’s jurisdiction, “I get she doesn’t trust him, but I do! I do god dammit. And I like him Steve…” “Yes Y/N, you said that part.” Steve smiles at you, pulling you closer against him as your feet stumble slightly more.

“How much have you had to drink kid?” He laughs, as you hiccup slightly slumping against him. “I guess a lot more than I planned on…” You hiccup again, looking up at him, eyes widening with worry.

“Ok champ, time for bed, let’s go.” Steve’s hand tenses around your waist as he pulls away from your grip, leading you forward. “I’m fine,” you insist as you hiccup again, Steve’s eyebrow raising at you. You hang your head in defeat, allowing his grip to hold you steady as you begin to walk forward, “I guess that’s a good plan…” you admit, “thanks Stevie.”

He chuckles as he moves you to the elevator, pressing the button to call it. “Hey,” You hear someone shout from behind. You brace yourself against the doorframe as Steve turns. “Hey Buck” Steve says, smiling widely as your stomach tenses making you feel nauseous.

“What… what’s going on?” Bucky asks, his voice on edge as he looks from your slightly slumped form to Steve. “Bucky,” You whisper quietly, “I drank too much so Steve is going to get me into bed… I mean put me in bed… help me get to bed? I don’t know. But I can’t talk to you right now.”

Bucky’s eyebrows raise at Steve as he tries to suppress a laugh. “And why can’t you talk to me right now?” He giggles slightly, poking fun at your inebriated state. “Oh no no no! You’re not gonna trick me into saying it. I know you want me to slip up and tell you that I like you, but I’m not gonna do that, I am not as drunk as you think I am mister…”

You wave your finger at him, his bemused expression freezing at your words as his eyes flash to a tense Steve who was trying desperately not to laugh. “Oh shit!” You exclaim, your eyes catching sight of your empty wrist, noticing the absence of the sparkling chain you had begun the night with.

“Y/N… it’s ok I feel the same wa…” “MY BRACELET!” You exclaim flashing a horrified look up to Bucky and Steve as you frantically pat at your body hoping in vain to find it. “Wait, what?” Bucky asks, confused as he glances at Steve.

“My bracelet! It’s gone! It was my favorite bracelet, it was my grandmothers and now it’s gone!” You begin to cry, the alcohol overtaking you as you look frantically around for the sparkling string of diamonds.  

“Y/N, we’ll look for it in the morning. It has to be in the building. Let’s get you to bed now, before you pass out.” Steve tries to steer you towards the opening doors of the elevator as you whine about your missing piece of jewelry. Bucky watches as you silently concede allowing Steve to hold you upright as quite tears roll down your face for your lost prized possession.  


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what I could have done differently (settle in folks, this is a long one)

Well my guys, gals, and non binary pals—as a lot of you already know I got caught two weeks ago. At Ulta, of all places 🙄I told y'all I was gonna give it 8 days to be paranoid and those have come and gone so now I’m moving on. But it is now my solemn duty to make this post for y'all, as many other lifters have before me, to hopefully keep this from happening to you.
Well, here’s what I Did Wrong:
• I felt “off” from the beginning. The little Ulta spree with my friend was something we planned on doing for weeks, and we decided on a Thursday, but on the day of came down with the flu. Probably the universe tryna tell me not to go but my stubborn ass really wanted a that Peach Palette. On the weekend leading up to Monday I felt “off”. I was no longer sick but I could sense something was wrong in my gut. All experienced lifters will tell you, time and time again—TRUST YOUR GUT. Cut your losses boo! That highlighter ain’t worth it!
• I went with a newbie. I’d gone with this guy before and it was a disaster but we didn’t get caught, and I figured since he’d been exposed already it wouldn’t be as bad the second time around. It was his idea to go this time and everything! So I said, Sure, Let’s Do It. (Stupid) Thing is he’s a total weenie. I knew this. It was the reason he brought me along to begin with—he didn’t have the stomach to actually lift things himself so he needed me for that. In return he’d give me a ride, shield me from the cameras, etc. If you read my post about my experience you already know how this ended, but if you haven’t I’ll just tell you: He totally abandoned me. I was about half way through concealing when he about had a panic attack at the store and just WALKED OUT, LEAVING ME TO FEND FOR MYSELF. That in itself isn’t so bad, but he’d caused such a seen that the SAs were looking at me now, and I couldn’t seem to shake them. But the worst part is that he left me. He totally just… drove away. I already knew he was a wimp, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined he was that weak. Moral of the story is don’t give newbies the benefit of the doubt. If you can already sense that they don’t have what it takes from the beginning chances are when things get real they’ll crack, and they’ll act to save themselves.
• I got greedy. With the added assistance I got a little bit too comfortable and loaded up. Usually I only get enough to fill up my bag but I got twice as much this time around, at least. My strategy was to conceal in my purse, go to the bathrooms to empty out the bag and move the items so they’re concealed on my body, get back out to the floor and use the free bag space for the rest of the merchandise. If it’d settled for the things I’d concealed on my body and left then, we could have been in and out without incident. I think the SA was suspicious from the beginning tbh, so I think if I’d done this she would have checked the cameras after we left and maybe put up my picture in the back if they saw me conceal on camera. I’m pretty sure I only concealed in blind spots, but it’s kind of a blur at this point I can’t even be sure.
• Along those lines, I abandoned the cotton ball method. For those of you that are not familiar with the cotton ball method here’s what you do
- you walk into Ulta
- you get yourself a tote
- you grab a couple of bags of cotton balls
- you browse around the store, subtly slipping the items you want behind the cotton balls in your bag, so the SAs can never say they saw said item in your possession
- conceal in a blind spot
- buy the cotton balls, if the store is empty. If they’re too busy to notice me I just put them back and leave
…anyway so this time I didn’t do that. I just straight up put the things I wanted in the tote for the whole world and God to see. (Stupid) The first time I remember the SA notice me was when she glanced at all the eyeliners in my tote, and asked me if I’d like for her to take it to the front. Now, if you know anything, you know this is a HUGE red flag!! And because I’m not a /total imbecile I decided to swallow my pride and try to get tf out of there.
• This is more storytelling than an actual point but read it anyway. So at this point I decide I’m just gonna dump and leave. But it’s too late. The SA has taken to “”“subtlety”“”“ following me around, like “oh what s coincidence you’re here, at the very section I have to stock this shit, of fiddle with the displays lol” 🙄 Bitch you ain’t slick. But neither am I, apparently. So once I’m in front of the UD eyeliners wanting to put them all back, I realize I can’t do that with her literally right next to me without practically waving a big red flag that says “HEY!!! IM STEALING!!!” so I start thinking I’m just gonna have to man up and buy something just to get her off my back. I make up some bullshit story about a little sister who I wanted to her a whole collection of eyeliners for, “but I read the prices on these eyeliners wrong, i thought they were cheaper”. At which point she leads me to the NYX eyeliners which are, admittedly, a whole lot cheaper but I’m still broke af. So I’m sweating and weighing my options here and while I try to decide on a plan of action I’m stalling her/buying time by sending her to the front to ring up the cheap eyeliners but always came back 2 seconds later to hover over my shoulder. Around the 3rd time I do this I think she caught on… pt.1
• pt. 2/ OMFG so here’s what happens next: remember how I told you I’d concealed a shit ton of stuff on myself? Well while I’m looking at the nyx eyeliners, completely by coincidence, some random highlighter (I think?) falls from the display and my dumb ass bends down to pick it up. When you have 10 peach lip glosses stuffed in your pockets and 5 palettes tucked into the waistband of ya jeans you’re gonna look a little funny if you’re bending. I turn to hand her the highlighter and she asks “is there something in your pockets?”
• OKAY HERE’S AN ACTUAL POINT. I LET HER LOOK IN MY BAG. DON’T DO THAT. SAY NO. So she asks if there’s something in my pockets and I reach in and pull out a lip gloss and go “oh I’m sorry I think I accidentally put this in my pocket” but she’s not buying it AT ALL. I didn’t think she would but I figured why not try lmao. Then she asks if I have anything in my bag (I did), to which I say no but my dumb ass let’s her look in anyway. And she goes, mhhhhhhmm. That’s when the older SA comes up to us and asks what’s going on. This bitch holds up that dumb highlighter and says “This fell out of her pockets so I looked in her bag and she has a ton of stuff in there!”
- the highlighter fell off the display Not my pocket. But she was already suspicious and probably was just looking for an excuse to look in my bag/pockets anyway.
- there were like TWO highlighters in there, the fuck? Not a ton of stuff at all, that she could see anyway. 🙄
• So then the senior SA says “alright im gonna need you to come up to the front and empty out your bag” so I follow her and she goes behind the register. And I make the decision real which that I ain’t gonna risk getting the cops called on my ass. I’m just not. I can’t pay for the things in my bag and this adrenaline gonna wear off REAL SOON, so it’s now or never.

Which leads me to the Things I Did Right:
• I ran. I do not regret running in the least bit, it was probably my best shot tbh. The SA goes behind the counter and we literally RIGHT NEXT to the door so I just book it. In hindsight I should have dumped the things I had in my bag and then ran but I wasn’t thinking about that 😂 they didn’t chase, but the senior SA called to the other girl to called the cops so I REALLY panic. I run around the parking lot trying to find my friend (fully aware that the SA was watching from the door waiting to write down the plate number of whatever car I get into) and I’m slowly coming to the realization that this bitch fucking drove away. I am furious, and I am running out of time and options. So I pull out my phone and I’m trying to get ahold of this guy while I’m literally SPRINTING to the McDonald’s across the street 😂he finally picks up and I am yelling at him, probably causing a scene in the McDonald’s parking lot, demanding he pick me up.
• alright so it was pretty shitty of him to leave me, yes, but it’s ironically the best thing that could have happened. The SA didn’t see the car he was driving, the plates, OR HIM! Side note: the whole reason I was paranoid for a week after this whole thing was because he made a hair appointment with them when we went in the store, so they had all his info. So if they didn’t see him driving, he drove separately, etc. they couldn’t actually prove he was involved or knew anything. Or if they did then they plainly saw that he abandoned me 🙄so that might tell whoever investigated that he didn’t want anything to do with it, left as soon as he saw I was lifting, etc.
• I concealed on myself! That was actually so smart to do because even though she checked my pockets and purse she didn’t do a pat down or anything so she didn’t know the full extent of the shit I got. If she had I’d probably have been in a lot more trouble tbh.
• I wore a big jacket over my spirit wear! The thing that got those football players from my school caught for shoplifting last year was that they literally wore shirts with our school name on them. The police were able to just show up at our school and be like “Hey who dis? Cool” since then I always make it a point not to wear anything that could lead back to me. I was wearing a club shirt that day (stupid) but I was smart enough to put a big ol jacket over it, and keep it on the entire time.

Well that’s my tale. In case you didn’t wanna read all that Shit here’s the high points:
Trust your gut. Don’t go with a newbie. Don’t get greedy. If they ask to look in your bag, always say “no”. Conceal on yourself whenever possible. ALWAYS conceal in blind spots. Know the store policies, because in some cases you’re better off running, in some cases you’re better off cooperating. Don’t give the store any of your info. If you’re buying, pay with cash. Don’t wear spirit wear.

Take it to heart and don’t be stupid like me. That’s pretty much all I gotta say

joshpeeters  asked:

hey, do you have any prompts for like Valentine's Day or romantic/cute ones??

1. “I told you not to get me anything”
“And I’m smart enough to know that meant get you something.”

2. “You’re making me dinner? Are you sure you don’t want to go out?”

3. “Why do I need one day to tell you I love you? That should be everyday.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for not getting me chocolates.”

4. “Roses are expensive, so I got you this instead” *gets down on one knee*

5. “Awww, you asked me to be your valentine.”

6. “You like my dress?”
“I’m gonna like it a lot more later, when you take it off”

7. “I’m warning you, nothing sappy.”
“Is that a joke…because last year when I made breakfast in bed, you spilled the syrup.”

8. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I know.”

9. “Is Valentine’s Day different now that we have a baby?”
“No, because you’ve always been my baby.”

10. “Dinner by candle light, what did I do to deserve this?”

Things I love as a lee

1. Tickles as both a punishment and a reward

2. Being a little shit so my ler gets me real good

3. Being chased (bonus if I get cornered)

4. Threats like “I’m gonna getcha~!” and “Don’t make me tickle you!”


6. Being called a lee (specifically “my lee”)

7. Being told to say something embarrassing in exchange for tickles (and then being told to repeat it dhdhdjdj)

8. No seriously like please chase and corner me

9. S i l l y  l e r s

10. Being told I’m a ticklish little lee

11. When my ler calls them self the tickle monster holy shit

12. When my ler says my name in a singsong voice omg, it’s like “oh shit, I’m fucked

good things about ep. 5
  • ‘wooow’
  • that shared determined look before yuri first started skating and after when he just said, ‘hai. hai.’ they’ve come to understand each other. they know how they work together now. 
  • the sequins on minami’s jacket A+
  • minami-kun fangirling over yuri as much as we do; how great is it that even his ‘challenge’ was encouraging him to do the best? he wasn’t saying ‘i’m gonna crush you’, he was literally saying, ‘prove me right; do your best; show me you’re the person i inspire to be like’.
  • viktor’s smile-sigh-head tilt
  • seeing yuri improve as a person and at skating, as much because of his own determination as other people, and how often they all make mistakes. they’re not perfect. (and how blown away we’re going to be when yuri pulls off a perfect set)
  • love as something multi-faceted and strong and complex and yuri basically declaring to international television 
  • next episode’s back hug
  • so much development told entirely through commentary and skating just phenomenal
  • when viktor uses makkachin like a toy so he doesn’t have to watch lmao you’re so fucking cute
  • yuri stretching and being weird up against a wall
  • hug. chapped lips. i can’t breathe.

anonymous asked:

A small package is in the mail for you Jess. Its one of my fav books and a card. It should be there Wednesday. Its not gonna change your life and make rainbows out of crap, but when you hold that book you'll always know that I care.

wait what no. don’t you dare say its “ not gonna change your life”. let me tell you something when i was younger and completely ready to end it all, i went into work one night and this woman told me all about her life, about her kids, and her grandkids, and she handed me an extra 5$ on top of my tip and that made my whole night, last night a kid at one of my tables wrote this sloppy mis written thank you on top of my receipt with a smiley face. those things changed my life, those things made me wanna keep going. whether you guys send me huge packages, books, or even just letters. it changes my day, my week, and even my life. because with every letter i learn something new, with every letter i gain at least one reason to keep going 

Christmas Surprise

request: Can you write one where he tells a white lie and says he won’t be home for Christmas Eve and then he surprises her

“You said you’d be home, though.” You frowned, shoulders falling as you spoke to your boyfriend on the phone. He was in the States for a bit, and just informed you that he wouldn’t be able to make it home for Christmas.

“I know, but Andrew told me the wrong date for something, and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it home before the holidays. I should be home for New Year’s, though.”

You smiled, chucking. “Well, thank God we can kiss at midnight, then. Listen, I gotta go. These cookies are gonna burn.” You hung up with your boyfriend, and took out the trays of cookies you were baking for your family’s Christmas party.

Andrew and Geoff were smirking at Shawn when he walked into the dressing room, and the singer rolled his eyes. “She thinks I won’t be home for Christmas.”

“Good.” Andrew nodded. “So, your plane lands at like, eleven, and Ian said he’d pick you up, right? Since Y/N will be with your family all day getting ready for the party?”

“Yeah, yeah. And then I think Aaliyah is gonna distract her long enough for me to get inside and surprise her.” Shawn smiled, excited to see his girlfriend for the first time in months.

“You excited, lover boy?” Andrew asked, seeing the look in the singers eyes.

“Very.” Shawn nodded, going to get ready for his day.

Ian high-fived his friend as they met in the airport. “So, you surprising the missus, huh?” Ian asked, smirking.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” Shawn walked over to baggage claim, and they waited for the carosel to begin going around and the luggage to come around.

“Do you have a change of clothes or are you gonna surprise her in sweats?” Ian asked, glancing down at his friend’s attire.

Shawn rolled his eyes. “I’m not an idiot, Ian. I have nicer clothing. But I mean, she said she likes me best when I wear sweats.”

“Mhmm,” Ian rolled his eyes and they walked out to the car.

You were setting the table for dinner with Manny while Karen finished off the food. “Are you guys sure you’re ok with me eating here, even though Shawn’s not gonna be here?” You asked, feeling as if you were intruding on their family dinner.

“Y/N, calm down, sweetie. We’re delighted that you’re still eating with us.” Karen smiled.

“She makes enough food for an army, so we need as many mouths as possible.” Aaliyah said, walking into the kitchen. “Hey, can you help me pick out something to wear for tomorrow?” She asked you, and you nodded.

“Yeah, sure.” You smiled, following the brunette into her room. You thought you heard a car dooe close, but shook off the thought as nothing.

“So, I wanna wear this, but my mom thinks that’s more acceptable.” Aaiyah pointed to two different outbits, both of which were nearly the same. The only difference is that had a scarf and the other didn’t.

“Aaliyah these look the same.” You looked up at her, confused. “But I mean, wear the one you want to wear.” you shrugged.

The girl smiled, nodding. “I agree, thanks for the help!” She smiled. “I think dinner’s ready, let’s go eat.” She hung up the clothing back in her closet, and followed you out.

“I thought Karen said it wouldn’t be ready for anoth-“ Your hands came to your mouth as you saw your boyfriend standing in front of the table, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Oh my God.”

“Merry Christmas.” Shawn smiled, coming over and wrapping his arms around your torso. “Thought I’d miss Christmas, did ya?”

Your arms circled around his neck, and you pressed your face into his shoulder, tears falling down your face. “How did you-? I thought you had something planned?”

“Yeah, about that, have you ever heard of a little white lie?” He asked, smiling brightly. “Andrew thought it would be a good idea to surprise you, though I’m not so sure that it was, you’re crying.”

You shook your head, “You’re an idiot.” You kissed him, and took the flowers. “Thank you for the flowers, babe.” You set them on the island, and took your seat next to Shawn at the table. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before sitting down, as well.

a/n: <3 i’m gonna write some more after dinner. also damn i got some cute requests coming in i’m excited

anonymous asked:

Hello~ Can I request a Jin sensual angsty smut, if that makes sense? Maybe where you're extremely conscious about if you annoy people or not, and you're surprised that an idol like Jin is with you. For a week, Jin's not talking to you, and you think he's fed up with you. You get upset, but don't say anything. Then maybe one day he flips at you, for nothing, and you cry. He feels guilty, and you tell him you're sorry, and how he deserves better. He proves you wrong by making love to you~ THANK U

I’m having major Jin feels tonight so… Enjoy~ 

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I’m Gonna Be - Jin (M)

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Jin could tell instantly when something heavy was on your mind. Your body stiffened and you averted your eyes. It usually happened in public or when you came across something online. He would always ask you about it but you constantly told him that it was nothing, giving him excuse after excuse. The truth was that you were super insecure sometimes about being with him. After all he was so beautiful and talented. It was only natural for you to question why he was with you. 

One night as the two of you were huddled in the corner of your favorite cafe, Jin was finally able to pull it out of you. You finally spilled that most of the time in public you were so self conscious it was starting to get hard to want to go out. You asked him very seriously why he was with someone like you. Jin’s jaw clenched as he slid his eyes down to stare at the coffee in his hands. “I can’t believe you.” He shook his head and was distant for the rest of the night. When he dropped you off at your apartment he refused to come up. Turning around he quickly walked away from you, not even giving you a good night kiss. 

For the rest of the week you texted him with little response. He kept brushing you off about hanging out and you were starting to feel worse then before you brought up your insecurities. Finally Jin agreed to come over to your place to pick up a sweater he had left there and wanted to return to one of the boys. When he arrived you stood out of his way as he grabbed the sweater off your couch. Mumbling a quick thanks he headed for the door right away. Clearing your throat you spoke up, your voice a bit more shaky then you would have liked and unable to keep the tears from filling your eyes. “I’m sorry that I’m not good enough for you.” 

Jin stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. You noticed his gaze narrow at you and his jaw clench like it did all those days ago at the cafe. He threw the sweater down on the floor angrily. “Shut up Y/N. You say the dumbest things sometimes! You never used to be like this!” With every word he took a step closer to you and you stood frozen in shock. Jin never yelled at you before, at least not seriously. When he got to you his hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you against him. His mouth was gentle as it pressed against yours even though his fingers dug into your arms. 

When he pulled away, both of you were short of breath. Your head was spinning because you were sure that he was too good for you but with a kiss like that it was hard to imagine why you doubted him. Leaning in slowly, Jin’s hands slid up to hold your face between his large hands, his forehead pressing against yours. “Let me prove how wrong you are.” You could only manage a small hum of agreement before nodding. 

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anonymous asked:

ok so i want to study film in university too, cinematography, screenwriting i just want to study film and i told my mum that i wanted to do that and she basically said that it would lead nowhere and i wouldn't make money and im already so scared that my future studies won't go well and my career wont lead anywhere and she kind of just confirmed those feelings so now idk what to do or how to feel

i know how you feel. jesus, i know how you feel. a latina lesbian going into the film industry?? i’ve got no chance.

but fuck it. university shouldn’t be about finding a job - if you’re gonna study something and hate it, you’ll never been successful. if you’re gonna do something and love it, there’s a way bigger chance of you being content with your own life. fuck the future, fuck jobs, fuck if ur career doesn’t go anywhere - it doesn’t matter if ur doing someone you genuinely love and ur passionate about.

and if u study film, and find out thats ur not ur true passion?? you’ll find it somewhere else. go with ur gut, and what feels right for u, go study what u find fascinating, go do what makes u happy - and things will work out. they will. i promise u. u might be making shit money and live in a crappy apartment but you’ll find ur place in this industry, and you’ll find ur place in this world, and u WILL be ok. because the world has no reason to hate you - the universe has no reason to try and make ur life shit. all u can do is what feels right and what u think will make u happy - and things will be ok. 

@amedotbomb 6 Day 2: Chocolate

Peridot gave Amethyst the basic breakdown of the tools they’ll be using. After the success of the chocolates Peridot made for Valentine’s Day Amethyst asked for a lesson on making them.

“For Valentine’s Day I just made your basic truffles and shelled chocolates, we can do those today,” Peridot started going over the lesson plan. “But I think we should also have fun doing something more complex.”

Peridot’s expression told Amethyst that she was supposed to guess. She thought of stuff she’s seen on TV.

Then it hit her.

“Are we gonna make a chocolate sculpture?”

A nod confirmed Amethyst’s guess.

A huge grin spread across Amethyst’s face. “How big are we gonna make it?”

“Not too big,” Peridot replied as she put chocolate into the double-boiler. “I only have so much chocolate. Besides, too big and you can’t bring it home. Imagine Pearl’s face when she sees the piece of art you made.”

“You mean the sculpture we made. I won’t have as much fun if you aren’t making it with me.”

That went against Peridot’s plan but when she looked in Amethyst’s eyes she gave in.

“Alright. I have to admit, I’m surprised you didn’t jump at the chance to shock Pearl.”

Amethyst shrugged. “Maybe some other time.”

As the chocolate melted the two talked about various things, work, upcoming movies, terrible reboots to classic cartoons, how disappointing a certain game was, you know, the usual.

The time finally came for the lesson on tempering chocolate. Peridot gave instructions as Amethyst spread out the chocolate.

But there was a problem, Peridot was taking it too seriously, especially for such a cute tutor.

She made a decision.


Amethyst ‘accidentally’ spread melted chocolate all over Peridot’s arm.

“Hey,” Peridot looked mad at first then her features softened as she started to laugh. “You did that on purpose.”

“I had to, you were all serious and frowny. This is supposed to be fun.”

“Okay, maybe I was being too serious.” Peridot reached for some paper towel to clean herself off.

“Hang on, I got this,” Amethyst stopped Peridot.

Amethyst licked the chocolate off of Peridot’s arm which made her break into slightly grossed-out giggles.

Oh hell no!

Okay, Clary. You’re hallucinating. I get it, I do. But… as I told Alec something similar all the way back in season 1 (when he hurt Magnus’s feelings) … that does not give you the right to dregde up your mother’s death to throw blame at Alec for something a demon made him do!

(And if it’s Iris making her say this somehow, Magnus is gonna be p****d.) No one hurts his Alexander.

beyond repair ☾ stiles stilinski

request: I was wondering if you could do one of stiles when he’s in love with you and then u die (of something you can make it up) and he never told you that he loved you and he’s really mad? thanks

a/n: *whispers* hi babes i’m writing a liam fic on wattpad & the first chapter is gonna be up soon so u should check it my username is dunbars love u

   Hi, it’s Y/N, if you could leave a message after the beep that’d be great- Stiles, geez, you’re so annoying- the voicemail message cut off with a squeal, a joyful sound despite the words she had spoken mere seconds before. Stiles choked, biting down on his lip with brute force so that he drew blood. He could taste it, the metallic twang of it, on his lips. The pain, he supposed, felt better than the nothingness inside of him that had taken its place there ever since you had left him one week ago. Left. Like it was nothing. He resented whatever had decided that it was your time to leave though you were so young, your dreams so full and vibrant, your heart so willing to love and trust. 

   Stiles took his phone and chucked it across the room, hoping it would smack against the wall, the screen shattering into a thousand pieces just like he had the moment your breath left your body, your heart beating once more for him before you were lost. But the phone did not break, it bounced almost ironically onto his bed and lay still on the comforter. Stiles let out a frustrated, strangled cry, the result of quite a few sobs that he had not permitted to escape thus far. He had hardly mourned your death in that way, he hadn’t cried at all. He had yelled, screamed, threw things, punched things, shut people down, pushed everyone away. He barely slept, hardly ate. 

   He didn’t know what to do with himself anymore, that was it. He couldn’t remember what purpose his existence held, now that you were not in his life. 

   He had loved you with all of his heart and soul. His entire being. Every thought was overwhelmed by you; your intelligence, bravery, kindness, brashness, humor, beauty, warmth. You were everything he had ever wanted and more. But he had been so scared to tell you this, terrified of you rejecting him or laughing in his face because his feelings were so strong and he loved you so dearly. He kept his thoughts to himself, as he always had. And then you died. And it was like everything good had died along with you. 

    Stiles was shaking now, his hands trembling so fiercely he had to dig his nails into his palms to keep them still. He paced his room widely, removing his hands from his slick with sweat palms and running them through his hair, which reminded him startlingly of a time when you would do that, his head in your lap after a particularly nasty nightmare. His fists came down upon his desk with a thud, so harsh and loud that everything there shook or fell. He leaned over to clean something up, to allow the illusion that maybe something in his life could be organized or put together. 

    Of course, because Stiles Stilinski had the god damn luck in the world, it was a picture of you. And Stiles, obviously, but he couldn’t be bothered to look at his own ridiculous face because you were there, next to him, beaming as bright as one could and mid-laugh, as well. You had always hid your laugh behind your hands, but Stiles always insisted that you didn’t. He had never been able to capture a picture of you laughing your laugh, your real laugh, not hidden or apologized for until one summer day when he had smushed ice cream- cone and all- into his face in the hopes of Scott getting a picture at the right moment. And so he had. Stiles was staring at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, vanilla ice cream smeared across his cheeks and pieces of the cone stuck to his nose. 

   Scott wandered through the house just in time to see Stiles take the picture and smash it to the floor, his foot coming down upon it equally as hard. His best friend lashed out at everything in sight at that moment, heaving his desk chair across the room as if it weighed nothing, kicking the legs of his desk, punching the walls repeatedly until he felt a pair of arms wrap securely and tightly around his shoulders, yanking him backward onto the floor, where he tried to pull away. He kicked, grunts of pain falling from his lips as he did so, yelling all the while. 

   “She’s gone, Scott, she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone!” He screamed, his voice raw. He hadn’t spoken in so long, his tone was rasped and hoarse. “She left me, she left me,” he repeated over and over again until sobs were wracking his body so violently he almost threw up. His face was streaked with tears, his eyes lined with red. “She shouldn’t have died, she shouldn’t have, she was so good I don’t understand why she died.” He cried, beginning to hiccup. 

   “She didn’t want to,” Scott said over and over again, “she didn’t want to leave you, Stiles, she loved you so much. It’s okay, it’s okay,” Scott tried to soothe him, and it sort of worked. Eventually, Stiles lay slumped against him, his breathing ragged. 

   “But she didn’t know- she didn’t know how much I loved her.” Stiles whispered, his voice so soft. “She never will.” That was the end of it. The two boys sat in silence, Stiles’ room reduced to a pile of rubbish, your picture at the center of it all. Sure, his bedroom could be fixed. But there are some things, inhabitants of that bedroom, that had been broken far beyond repair.