and also a creeper

I'm pregnant not stupid

I work at a lovely Inn of such high Quality and I work the 11pm- whenever the lovely morning person decides to show (suppose to be 7am but hey ya know what does it matter if you show up at 8 or 9).
Now honestly I love customer service I honestly do, interacting with people is awesome but I’ll be damned if some people don’t need duct tape over their pie holes or a “asshole alert” to ring when they show up. Really the main things are as follow:
1. If you don’t have a valid (nonexpired) DL I can’t check you in, no we can’t take passports instead.
2. Yes the pool is closed along with the workout room, yes I know you’re upset but don’t yell at me because the owner hasn’t taken the few minutes to update the website which you didn’t even know existed till you left a bad review this morning.
3. When I ask if you want a paper copy or email copy of your receipt that does not mean sit there and say “yes” while texting on your phone, FFS PUT IT DOWN FOR THE 2 MINUTES IT TAKES FOR ME TO CHECK YOU OUT.
4. We have the continental breakfast, the restaurant that is attached is not affiliated with us expect for sharing the restrooms.
5. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m unable to do my job, don’t sit there and try to tell my manager that I shouldn’t be working I’m trying hard enough to be kept on schedule as is.
6. If you see me put the coffee out do not sit there and try to BS me that it’s cold already YOU JUST WATCHED ME PUT IT OUT.
7. No I won’t give you a free upgrade because of the pool being out and you didn’t pay attention when I told you as you checked in, you already signed the agreement that’s not on me because you can’t listen.
8. I’m polite because I have to be, don’t mistake that as flirtiness and make comments how “if I were your husband I’d lock you up and keep you to myself” that’s creepy, period.
9. Do not proceed to stare at me and watch me work then get offended when I ask if you need something 3 times in a row because it’s part of the job and you’re making me uncomfortable.
10. Unless you’re a regular I’m not going to know you or what “the last person” did for you because I’m not them, and quite frankly I won’t give a damn even after you tell me.
11. You’re more likely to get things sooner if you say please or actually tell me you need something, otherwise don’t think I can read your mind then complain in the morning. I tell you right away as I check you in if you need something let me know (this also means don’t get a big creeper smile and say “Can I have you?” As you walk away. I will promptly be shuddering and hiding from you every time I see you.
12. Don’t. EVER. Snap your fingers and whistle at me if I’m in the middle of something. I will not respond even once you start with “hey, yo, are you deaf?” Because I’m petty and how hard is it to say “excuse me” really?
13. Yes I will take the front desk bell away from your child who is pounding on it, no I will not apologize when they start crying because you didn’t teach them manners.
14. Great you know the owner so do i, but the price is set and it’s not my call to change it but feel free to email oh wait you said she? Yeah no wrong hotel buddy.
15. (Coworkers) Just do your job. Please don’t call me in telling me it’s a medical emergency then let me hear you laughing about it to the manager cause now if you call and it is an emergency, buckle up buckaroo cause I won’t be answering my phone.

These are just a few of them that I wanted off my chest.

poetry-protest-pornography  asked:

I brought you an umbrella and/or the key is under the mat, ship of your choice. (Look, I'm enabling in a totally low-key and pre-approved way!)

Some future Sterek for you, with “the key is under the mat”! (I’m trying to make up for yesterday’s angst fest.)

It comes out of the blue, a text from a number Stiles had never been able to make himself delete from his phone, even though that means it’s probably been transferred through four phones now. He stares at the notification, then blinks and looks again. Derek Hale it still says.

“What?” he says to his otherwise empty living room. “Just… what?”

He swipes to open the text itself. It is, of course, both anti-climactic and short: Stiles?

“I don’t know what else I expected,” he mutters, exasperated, but even he can hear it comes out fond.

It’s been five years, for fuck’s sake. Derek should not get fond, dammit. But he does anyway.

Yeah, it’s me. Same bat channel, he texts back. And then he gets tired of the thought of dealing with what little affect Derek ever had being further flattened by the glorious medium that is texting and just fucking calls him. He’s not having his first conversation with Derek Hale in five years punctuated with emoji.

“Hello?” Derek answers, wary as always.

“The phone won’t actually bite you, Derek, I’m sure we’ve been over this before,” Stiles says, letting his grin bleed into his tone of voice.

“Stiles.” And Stiles could swear he hears Derek relax.

“That’s my name, glad we’ve got that reestablished, buddy. Also, you know, glad to know you’re alive.” Oh. That might have had a little… bite at the end. Whoops.

“I’m sorry…” Derek trails off. “I needed… some time. Away.”

Stiles sighs. “I get that. I really do.” Lower, though there’s really no point, Derek will hear him no matter what, “You honestly have no idea how much.”

Derek makes a noise at that, but Stiles doesn’t want to try to parse it right now. He runs a hand over his face, scrubs it back through his hair, and feels a rush of excitement in the center of his chest again as his mood shifts back and he remembers he’s talking to Derek again. For real this time. Not a dream. (He pinches himself just to be sure.) “Just… you know I was worried about you, right? That people cared after you left?”

“People?” Stiles can practically see the raised eyebrow.

“I feel fairly confident in that use of the plural, but yes, I am the important person in that statement, clearly. I cared. And I’m kinda pissed, not gonna lie, that you didn’t say something earlier, but honestly, I’m over it.” He pauses, miraculously stopping the flood of words, but fuck it, who knows when he’ll hear from Derek next, if ever? “It’s just so good to hear your voice again, I’m pretty sure I’d forgive you anything right now, so if you’ve got any big confessions you’ve been holding back, now’s the time. Be honest. Did you ding the Jeep that one time? I know someone did.”

“Stiles. Shut up.” And okay, that’s definitely fond.

Just to be obnoxious, and reveling in how normal it feels, Stiles stays resolutely silent.

Derek huffs in exasperation when he realizes what Stiles is doing. Stiles grins as he imagines the rolling eyes that must go with it. “So I hear you’re up in Washington now,” he says, finally contributing to the conversation.

“I am,” Stiles confirms. “Tiny town. My own tiny house. I work remote. Danny vouched for me.”

“Could… could I come see you?” Derek asks, weirdly hesitant. Stiles is fairly sure he’s never heard Derek sound that way before. Not to him. He doesn’t like it.

“Yeah, dude, of course! Lemme give you some directions…”

“I kind of already have your address. From Cora.”

Stiles stops fiddling with the pen he’d picked up from the desk and narrows his eyes at the perfectly innocent bird on his deck railing out the window. “Of course you do. Still the same old creeper wolf.”

“I’m also actually already most of the way to Mt. Rainier.”

“That certain of your welcome, were you?”




“I gotta run out for supplies, but the key is under the mat.” He hesitates for maybe half a second before adding, “I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me either, Stiles,” Derek says softly, and then hangs up.

Stiles grins down at his phone, grabs his hoodie, and carefully puts his spare key under the mat before he clatters down the stairs.

Jungkook Scenario: Just This Close.

Request:  reader used to be popular/well-liked at her old school but after moving schools to a new country, she has trouble fitting in and making friends. Then she meets Jungkook, who is initially shy like her, but they both open up and become comfortable with eachother +  reader and Jungkook go to the same school but he is in the grade above. They were on casual, friendly terms before but a cute run-in with him in the library one day makes the reader see him differently now. She tries not to show it but she acts awkwardly around him and she senses that he knows. Ends with a private talk on the school rooftop

Genre: Fluff 

Adapting wasn’t all that easy, not really like everybody said. Of course you could come up to your new classmates and say a simple hi, try to maybe start a conversation but things around here were a little different than it was back home. You sighed and held onto the straps of your backpack, rushing through the hallway towards your assigned class room. You didn’t expect that transferring to a new school and a whole new country was going to be this hard, you’d always gotten along well with people, you had lots of close friends and were quite notorious in your old school, people wanted to be with you but here, everything was different.

You stopped for a moment under the threshold and scanned the available seats, here, people only side glanced you because you were new, because you still didn’t have a group or didn’t know any of the cool people. You had to take a step to the side when two running boys almost bumped on you and decided to take a discreet seat at the back. It was a little bittersweet because somehow it felt like with each passing day you were willingly making yourself invisible just because you didn’t quite fit in yet.

Decided to shove those thoughts away and stay positive you focused in your lesson. When the bell for the free period rang, you tried to find a quiet place to munch on the cereal bar you’d brought with yourself and maybe doodle a little on your books, so you avoided the cafeteria and went to one of the tables outside, finding a nice and shadowed one, you had twenty minutes left before your next class so taking some fresh air was nice.

There was a couple two tables away from you, and another boy who seemed absorbed in whatever was on his phone. You ignored them for a while until you noticed a sort of rhythm. When you raised your eyes form your doodles, the couple was gone and the lone boy was drumming against the edge of the table with two pencils. You giggled harder than you intended and he stopped, turning around to find you looking at him.

He looked at you with big surprised eyes and you were sure that he wasn’t expecting to see anyone behind him. – I got carried on…– he said softly, apologetically, still with his eyes big, or maybe his eyes were just super round and expressive like that.

–You have a nice beat – you managed to say softly, it was by far the first thing close to an interaction that didn’t leave the person you talked to looking weirdly at you.

The boy smiled a little and you did so as well, then he stood up and left and you focused again on your doodles, not really expecting to see him again until you actually found him drumming at the same table the next day.

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I need more convincing that this isn’t going to be a flashback. Some thoughts:
1) Same tank, same, bra, same Season 1 EBro hair. Only variation: Necklace. But like…I could explain that away by thinking they lost the necklace from this scene…like four years ago.
2) Obvs, they’re at Felix’s loft.
3) We know Delphine is back in town, away from yurt or Sardinia (duh…Irish Créme).
4) Which means Cos has to make it back home from the yurt between eps 4&5 for this to be “today” and not back then. Totally possible, but just an observation. But we know from previews that she’s still at Neo camp in Ep 4, because Mud and such. Also, we know Cophine is pictured sassing The Messenger creeper in suit and dress in Ep 5. So, how would they both be at Rimbaud and getting hitched on the island in the same ep/time frame?

Is this the writers living out a Cophine fanfic where they actually get smutty in 01x10 after Cos tells Delphine she’s sick and they hug, and Puppy is proving her love (and also getting Cos back for the “It showed” remark)? 😜


Have I missed others’ take on this?

every time i think of this quote “i have been the subject of enough ridicule and innuendo…”, my heart breaks. because miranda was already treated awfully by london’s society. i mean, we saw the way alfred hamilton treated her and she just took it. and she was ready to take things upon herself again to divert attention from thomas and james. she loved them so much and i can’t deal.

and then she goes to nassau and it’s even worse:

people call her a witch. she’s most likely completely isolated because of it and also being stalked by a creeper of a pastor.

we talk about what flint went through so many times, but we don’t mention how miranda went through the exact same thing often enough. she lost her husband, the man she loved. she lost her home. she was irreparably heartbroken because of it. and unlike flint she wasn’t allowed to go on and let all that rage and misery upon others. she had to remain on the interior being hated by everyone while flint went about pirating. 

i think about the scene above and the way it’s framed and shot and my heart breaks into a million pieces again because she’s so alone. what must her days be like when flint’s away?

and looking back at what we saw of miranda in the flashbacks and what we heard from abigail, "i remember watching her talk with my mother from across the room and how she’d make my mother laugh”, i think miranda was someone who enjoyed socializing. she was clearly outgoing, she enjoyed being with people. and she had to spend ten years all alone. 

and by s1 she’s finally reaching her breaking point:

and “what does it matter now? […] what does it matter what happened then if we have no life now? because there is no life here. there is no joy here. there is no love here.”

she suffered so much, she endured so much. but unlike flint she didn’t allow herself to succumb to it the way he did. because make no mistake, she was as angry as he was. and a part of her wanted revenge as much as he did.


is to me miranda admitting she told flint about the maria aleyne because a part of her wanted flint to kill alfred hamilton. she knew what would happen and she told him anyway because she wanted it to happen.

miranda’s anger is one of my favourite things about her. because it’s so clear to me that it has been there since the night thomas was taken:

she didn’t give into it and i love her for it, but it was always lurking. and it rises to the surface again just before she goes on a vacation dies: “what do i want? i want to see this whole goddamn city, this city that you purchased with our misery, burn. i want to see you hanged on the very gallows you’ve used to hang men for crimes far slighter than this. i want to see that noose around your neck and i want to pull the fucking lever with my own two hands!

some people have expressed disappointment in not being able to see miranda going off completely after the “ashe was a traitor” reveal. and i agree entirely. i would have loved to see a miranda who does not care for england anymore, who is as done as flint, as unforgiving. that would have been spectacular and i’ll forever mourn the fact that we didn’t get it.

i love miranda barlow/hamilton a lot and i miss her every day.

“You threw our rings into the wishing well,
Your best friend didn’t know what to do.”

[Will] [Oliver] [Hannah] [Ian] [Sean] [Dan]

got my first DSLR, a Canon Rebel, for graduation, and I tested it out today on my woods walk through the preserve where I work. IM SO HAPPY LIKE I CANT AFFORD A LENS OR ANYTHING BUT S TI LL

I'm A Little Awkward, But Most People Like Me

Pairing: Yixing/Baekhyun
Rating: pg-13
Genre: online friendship? 

Summary: Baekhyun’s a little awkward, spends too much time reading smutty gay fanfiction, and doesn’t think twice before flying across the country to meet his favorite author.

Originally posted by junyeol

He’s staring at the screen, the little line blinking, taunting him. He wants to say something. Anything. But what? Is it weird if he just gushes? Can he do that? Hi you don’t know me but I love ur fics and ur a great writer and i think i love you please be my friend. He quickly backspaces. “Definitely can’t send that.”

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can't stop thinking about sleepy Sormik and Elysians watching over them

Baby sormik finally falling asleep in Zenrus’ arms after crying for what felt like an eternity, Moymor and Myrna heaving a sigh of relief.

Tiny sormik holding hands in their sleep while Taccio, Medea and Shaun rejoice that Sorey finally grow the same size as Mikleo.

Kid sormik sleeping in their bed, Mikleo cuddling his pillow, Sorey snoring, arms and legs completly stretch out, Shiron and Kyme losing their shit at how cute they are (Shiron clunching his fist and Kyme eating some clothe, both crying)
The kids napping at each side of Lawrence, the fire seraph finally able to rest cause damn those kids are exhausting, Cynthia and Melody giggling at the sight.

Nathalie and Mason worrying about the teens after not seeing them for two days and finding them on Sorey’s bed, covered in dirt and certainly passed out after exploring ruins once again, Sorey happily drooling on Mikleo’s belly and Mikleo grimacing in his sleep because of the weight.

16 years old Mikleo and Sorey taking a nap after a meal, Sorey’s right arm around his best friend’s waist, Gramps putting a blanket on them, and Sorey feeling so comfy he throws his other arm around Mikleo and uses him as a pillow, said pillow mumbling something at him but not waking up.

Sorey and Mikleo reading against a tree, Mikleo falling asleep head resting against Sorey’s shoulder. After a while Ed and Loanna approach to go hunt prikleboar, Sorey not fond of the idea to move and risk to wake the water seraph but their talking wake him anyway, Mikleo opening his eyes to Sorey gentle gaze and warm smile, Mikleo blushing slightly and then he saw the two others, feels his cheeks burning even more at Ed teasing smile and abrutly stand and find some excuse to go away, a really confused Sorey calling to him…

kitsunephantom09  asked:

Well, in my backstory, Gavin is born to human parents who study, capture, and eradicate Creepers. To fund their endeavors, they skin Creepers alive and sell the hide (it's weak to explosions on the inside, but highly resilient to them on the outside). So, they have a ton of Creepers locked up behind their house for tests and what not. When Gavin's born, he's wrapped in the hide of a recently killed Super-Creeper. Later that same evening, a horde of Endermen attack. (pt1)

The Endermen attack because the adults had captured an Enderman for testing against Creepers, something no one had ever done. The parents die, unfortunately, but as the Endermen free their comrade, they accidentally free the most dangerous creature in the lab - a Mutant Creeper. This large beast created with warped science sets the other Creepers loose, but is drawn to the house by Gavin’s crying. The Endermen didn’t hurt him because they believed him to be a young Super-Creeper. (pt2)

The Mutant Creeper finds the infant Gavin and also thinks he’s not human, but thinks he’s a baby Mutant Creeper instead. It happily takes him into its care, leaving the premises as a rainstorm drives the Endermen away, and heads into a dark wilderness few humans have ever dared tread. Due to the unstable DNA within the Mutant Creeper, Gavin begins absorbing it and his body becomes half-Mutant Creeper as he ages, giving him abilities reminiscent of his guardian. (pt3 - wow, too much free time)

oooo this is such an interesting take on it!! poor gavs baby both his parents lost so young :( the only thing i still have questions on is like. how does gavin learn to talk? or does he know about language, is he going to have to learn it later in life? (sorry the psych minor in me is always interested in hell has to how this would extremely warp this baby since not being around humans and human beh)

latin words for snakes

anguis: a serpent, snake; esp. in fable as an emblem: of terror, the snaky head of Medusa; of rage, the serpent-girdle of Tisiphone; of art and wisdom, the serpent-team of Medea

aspis: the asp, viper

coluber: a serpent, snake; of the Hydra; of Medusa; of Allecto

dracoa sort of serpent, a dragon; name of a constellation; in eccl. Lat., the Serpent, the Devil

hydrusa water-serpent, serpent; or Hydros, the constellation of the Waterserpent, called also Anguis and Hydra

serpens: participle of serpo, a creeping thing, creeper, crawler, snake, serpent 

vipera: adder, snake, serpent, in gen.,—prov.: “in sinu viperam habere,” Cic. Har. Resp. 24, 50: “viperam nutricare sub alā,” to nourish a viper in one’s bosom

“There’s all these vacant eyes in the club tonight
We look a lot more human here”

[Will] [Oliver] [Hannah] [Ian] [Sean] [Dan]


Took photos of my Tadashi while he wasn’t paying attention…mwahahah nice lighting bro <3  He’ll never find me taking creeper stalker photos—


….or not.

aka taking creepy pics of friends while other friends are doing their photoshoot 

Myself as Hiro, eugeneration as Tadashi.  He used that fancy camera to take last pics.