Denny’s is your local, friendly diner open 24 hours a day every day of the year. A place to relax and enjoy a breakfast at any hour, a fulfilling lunch or delicious dinner. All are welcome at Denny’s, and it’s your safest location, provided you follow this very simple guide for the nightly hours.
Never close your eyes in a Denny’s parking lot.
Walk calmly to the door; you will hear sounds. Do not look behind you.
Always make sure the door closes behind you, unless it was already open when you arrived, in which case do not touch the door.
Never sit at the table farthest from the front door. Your server will sometimes try to seat you there. Politely refuse and ask for another table.
If you see a table with two salt-shakers, walk past it; that table is taken. Sit at the table directly across from it instead.
Eat your pancakes. Box any leftovers; it would be a shame to waste food. It might attract something.
Do not, under any circumstance, look into the eyes of your own reflection in the bathroom.
If your server’s eyes turn black, do not panic; order a coffee with extra cream. Do not ask for a refill. Do not stare.
Think you recognize someone who just walked in? Best to ignore it. It’s probably not what it seems. They will proceed to sit at the table farthest from the door.
If you are walking past a Denny’s and you see yourself sitting in the corner booth through the window, keep walking. Do not eat at Denny’s that night.
Did you tip? You better double check. It’s only polite to leave a tip.
Do not ask questions. They will Notice.
Your local Denny’s is the perfect place for a delicious meal at all hours of the day. Hope you enjoy your next visit to any Denny’s Diner!
many things that happened in Bambam’s vlive Q and A:
- Jinyoung was wearing a beret and also shorts
- Jinyoungs favorite movies are Scent of a Woman and Dark Knight (which are like 2 wayyyy different movies lol)
- Bambam definitely does not like the shipping between members (he mentioned it a lot)
- his favorite youtuber is Pewdiepie (he then imitated Pewdiepie)
- his favorite anime is Naruto
- he doesn’t like pokemon so that’s why he doesn’t play Pokémon Go
- he chooses Prove It over Sign (and apologized to Youngjae)
- he thought about dyeing his hair red next but decided against it
- he’s hotel rooming with Yugyeom and said 97 line room only!
- someone asked if he was a unicorn and he replied “no, Im human, man!” ( ok so why do people ask these types of question but also why did he answer it seriously omg it was cute tho)
- he said that he’s not going to be doing vlive for a longggg time (I don’t know why but that’s what he said 😟)
- he said “bye bye” really cutely
me, listening to real people music and not soundtracks for the first time in months:
*coldplay's hero comes on* This is totally a boyf riend's song, wow I should go listen to more songs that remind me of them.
me, 3 minutes later:
WE MAKE IT A TwOOooOOOOOoOOOO PLAYERGAMEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeE
Why does Mads have a damaged eye in so many movies lmao
I mean, I can only think of three off the top of my head, and for someone with 48 IMDb acting credits that’s not actually that many all things considered. :P But I suppose there’s also the Death Stranding eye goo… and his character in Adam’s Apples does get shot in the eye…
Okay so five. Five instances of weird eye things going on. That probably is more than usual. Which leads me to conclude that Mads is clearly Odin in the flesh and the universe is really desperate for us to catch on.
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
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In the hours that passed, you found yourself growing more and more excited for your date with Bucky. It was strange, you thought, that your situation had changed so quickly. Your relationship had more than its fair share of ups and downs so far. Perhaps this was going to be the turning point.
After Bucky explained the photo, you immediately texted Wanda, filling her in on everything that had happened that afternoon. You didn’t mention the fight that the article caused, though. If she had known, she would have felt extremely guilty. It wasn’t her fault, after all. Even if her text had led to your rash actions, she had only been trying to protect you, to make sure you were safe and happy. She meant well.
Ok here's my best shot lol, I need a truly fluffy fic please. As you know my emotions have been on the non fun kind of roller coaster this week and reallly need a Prompto day of cuddles. Please include him addressing the depression and emotional roller coaster because it really helps.. hope this request makes some sort of sense..
I hope this is alright for you! Although it may be less fluffy than intended, but I hope you still like it!
Prompto x Reader My Everything ~ SFW WC: 1234
It hit you again, completely out of nowhere. One minute you
felt fine, and the next… it was like a crippling weight had taken hold of you,
your throat felt choked up and you were so despondent. What made it worse was
that you were currently sat with Prompto, your ever happy seeming boyfriend. It
made you feel bad becoming despondent like this, especially as it was never his
fault. How could it be? With his lovely warm laugh, his adorable antics and
sweet nature, Prompto had been nothing but wonderful to you.
So why in the hell did
you feel so shitty?
It wasn’t fair. You were supposed to be enjoying spending time
together, sitting in his room doing whatever you liked for the day. It sounded
like bliss. It should have been
bliss. But no, this awful feeling had to rear its ugly head now.
Prompto’s voice trailed off from what he was saying, seeing
you sat on the edge of the bed with your knees tucked into your chest, your
arms hugging them close. It wasn’t how you usually were around him, and he had
noted how you had stopped responding as much to the conversation. Watching your
huddled form, he couldn’t help it – his heart sunk. Doubt began to creep into
Are… are they getting
tired of me? His mind supplied the question before he could stop himself. Perhaps
his lover was losing interest… perhaps they didn’t want to spend time together
No, I need to ask
first. Taking a shaky breath, Prompto pushed all those thoughts out of his
head and shuffled up to sit with you on the edge of his bed.
“Hey… what’s up?” Came his gentle voice, his shoulder bumping
against yours so briefly.
“I… I don’t know.” You answered, which was kind of true.
“Oh, what do you mean?” Prompto’s voice was laced with
concern, his previous fears at once forgotten and instead replaced with worry
for you. There was just something in your tone that resonated with him, and he
knew at once it was nothing to do with what he had first thought.
“It’s hard to explain…” Your voice was flat, dull. How could
you explain it to him, when you barely understood it yourself?
“Oh, okay… Do you want to talk about it?” Prompto leaned
forward to look at your face, his blonde hair falling into his piercing blue
eyes filled with concern. He was so
lovely. Hesitantly, a hand came to rest on your shoulder. The single contact
was enough to just tip you over the edge and you fell into him, willing
yourself not to let the tears fall.
He was surprised by your movement at first, but wasted no
time pulling you close against his chest, his arms looping around you tightly holding
you close. His fingers moved to your hair, slowly running through it soothingly
as you cradled into his chest. He smelled so good, so familiar and comforting. He
didn’t understand how you were feeling and what brought it on, but he sure as
hell knew that he would do anything, anything,
to help you. The sight of his lover so upset was not something he wished to
prolong, his heart aching to make things better for them again. And so he held
you like that for a while, not speaking, just cuddling you close. He hoped that
the action would convey what his words couldn’t – that he loved you
unconditionally, and that he was there for you as long as you needed. Minutes that
felt like hours passed, until you felt comfortable enough to speak once more.
“Sometimes I just… just get this awful feeling. And there
isn’t anything I can do to stop it.” You started, face still pressed against
his chest. Although your voice is quiet, he understood what you were saying. He
gently brushed your hair behind your ears, signalling for you to continue.
“I just feel… worthless.
Not good enough. It makes me… hollow.” You finished your sentence, voice
breaking on the last word. It was like knives to Prompto’s heart.
It was a feeling that he himself knew well, felt for years
and still struggled with… until he met you. That wasn’t to say that he never
felt it again, but with you… you made him feel like he was unique, loved, important. You needed him just like he
needed you, and that thought alone was enough to lessen that empty feeling. But
now you were saying you felt that
I should’ve showed them
more often, just how much they mean to me.
“Do you know what I mean?” You whispered, after Prompto hadn’t
said anything for a while. His fingers had tightened their grip on you
unknowingly, and you could feel the tautness in his jaw.
More than you could
ever imagine. He thought. But he never wanted you to have to feel that way,
“[Name], you are not worthless.” His voice was deeper than
usual, harder. It had suddenly lost all the playful edge to it. You couldn’t
see his face, still cuddled into his chest and embrace, but he preferred it
this way for now. He didn’t want you to see his painful expression, lest he
made you feel any worse.
“That’s what people say.”
“I say it because I mean
it.” He answered instantly, and you blinked in surprise. You’d not seen this
side to Prompto before.
“Maybe I haven’t done a good enough job of showing it, but
gods above do you mean so much to me. You are the reason that I get up in a
morning, you are my reason for fighting so hard, why I aim to get stronger, you are the reason…”
The reason that I feel
worth something myself.
He took a shaky breath and continued.
“You, are worth everything
to me. I couldn’t… couldn’t see myself without you anymore. And you deserve to
feel loved.” He whispered the last few words, glad that you couldn’t see the
tears pooling in his eyes.
He felt like such a fuck up. How had he let this happen? Why
had he not addressed this before, so he could do his god damn hardest to make you
feel the way you made him feel?
Your heart was beating fast at his words, this was unlike
Prompto. You could barely believe what you were hearing, but the passion and
sincerity in his voice made it hard to be disputable. He really did see you as his
everything. Just as you saw him.
Your arms looped around his waist and you finally cuddled
him back, shuffling onto his lap with your face still cuddled to his chest. At
that moment, you just wanted nothing more than just to be as close to him as
you possibly could get. Your sunshine boy. The one who would see you through
anything, and still love you on the other side. Your Prompto.
“I do feel loved.” You whispered to him. “By you.”
A warm sigh left Prompto’s lips, happy to hear those words
from you. It’s all he wanted you to know.
“You are loved.
And I’m gonna do my best to prove it to you everyday.”
“I look forward to it.” You answered truthfully, the empty
feeling seeming a lot less cavernous now with him by your side.
Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?
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A/N: i actually really like this part so i hope you guys do, too!! please try and get this to 100 notes (the regular) and im so happy a lot of you are enjoying it. i love your responses abt it so much, it makes me smile lots :] ty bubbas ‘n enjoy !!
Seriously, who cares about what anyone decides to post?
If you want to talk about how cute isak and even are, do it. If you want to talk about sana being sad, do it. About yousef? About what the dandelion means? About mikael? Elias? Vilde and Magnus? Sara and the pepsimax squad? The donald trump doll? Jamilla? Hell, if you want to, you can even talk about the fucking level of black that isak’s black eye is on. Talking about something that doesn’t have to do with sana doesn’t mean we don’t care about her. We already KNOW it’s her fucking season. Chill out. Let people talk about what the fuck they want to talk about.
Could you write a niall blurb about being mad at eachother and he keeps trying to fix it every time he does whatever it is wrong by buying chocolate an flowers and your tired of him doing that to make up for his wrong doing?
Niall had been known to disappear when he was recording. When the two of you started dating, he took off after your third date because the group was in the middle of recording FOUR. You didn’t hear from him for almost two weeks. You moved on, even said yes to a date with another guy. So when Niall called up the night before your date like nothing was wrong, it took him three hours to get you to understand.
What made you finally crack and give him another chance? Any man who would spend three hours on the phone trying to convince you he wasn’t playing with your head was probably someone worth taking another look at.
When the group went off to record Made in the A.M. it wasn’t such a shock. In fact, you weathered the almost three week absence rather well. You had classes and exams to take your focus anyway.
Besides, when Niall finally returned…he was good at making it up to you. Very good.
It had been a week since he’d kissed your forehead, told you he would call you later and walked out of your house. He hadn’t called or texted since. It was like he’d dropped off the face of the earth. He didn’t even come home for a change of clothes.
And it wouldn’t have bothered you, if he hadn’t left you sitting next to an empty chair across from your parents at an expensive Italian restaurant. Your mother did what she always did, she tried to ignore the elephant in the room while your father boisterously exclaimed that he loved Italian food and this was some of the best he’d ever had.
Humiliated didn’t even begin to explain how you felt. Alone, empty, betrayed and generally pissed off came close.