and his lunch

Eric tricking Dylan into admitting he has a crush on you

     “I don’t see how you can be such good friends with her.”, Eric says, sitting with his bestfriend at lunch. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, Dylan asks. “She’s a complete asshole!”, Eric states. His words made Dylan mad, but he was able to hide it. “What makes you say that?”, he asks. “She made fun of me when she saw my math test grade.”, Eric lies. “I’m sure she was only teasing.”, Dylan defends his best friend. He knew she wouldn’t be mean on purpose. “I don’t know why you’re defending her. She’s a selfish bitch.”, Eric tries to push Dylan over the edge.

     “You’re being over dramatic.”, Dylan says as he grows frustrated with his friend. “It’s true. She acts like a fucking white cap.”, he says. “Don’t ever fucking compare her to a white cap.”, Dylan said in a stern voice. “Why are you being such an asshole?”, he asks Eric.  “Why am I acting like an asshole?! Why are you asking me instead of that fucking whore? She’s probably not in the cafeteria right now because she’s probably giving some jock a blowjob.”, Eric tries his best to push Dylan over the edge. He will NOT give up until Dylan admits he has a crush on (Y/N). It was obvious to Eric that Dylan thought of her as more than a friend. 

      “There’s no way she would do that! She’s not a whore! She’s not like that!”, Dylan snaps at his friend. “Why in the fuck are you taking her side?!” Dylan refuses to answer. “See! Even you know she’s a whore!”, Eric pushes him even further. “She’s not a fucking whore.”, Dylan says angrily. “She has more dignity than that and she’s extremely respectful of herself and others.”, Dylan says as he tries to calm down. “Whatever you say. No guy would want a bj from her anyway. She’s pretty fucking ugly if you ask me.”, Eric says. “I don’t think so.” Dylan says, immediately regretting saying it out loud. “You don’t think she’s ugly?”, Eric could tell he was about to crack. “I mean…I don’t think she’s unattractive..”, he blushes slightly. Eric stares at his friend for a while. “Say it.”, Eric says. “What?” “Admit. You like her!”, Eric says. Dylan looks away from his friend. “Alright fine.”, Dylan blushes and facepalms. “I KNEW IT! YOU FINALLY SAID IT!”, Eric playfully shoves his friend. “Everything I said was a complete lie to get you to admit it!”, Eric says. “You’re a fucking asshole.”, Dylan blushes more.

Day in Fandom History: June 24…

Benson treats his workers to lunch at a prestigious sandwich shop, and Mordecai and Rigby find themselves in over their head when they order the number 46 (a very long party sub) and are forced to eat it or else be fired. While the duo eat it, they think back to other eating challenges they’ve done. “Lunch Break” premiered on this day, 2 Years Ago.

anonymous asked:

*slams $500 down then places a small puppy next to it and slides them both to you* Connor having had a really shit morning (mainly because his dad ragged on him for being mentally ill and stuff), goes to school with his s/o who makes him feel a bit better. Then at lunch, his s/o slams the cafeteria door open so loud it makes everyone be quiet, but then Zoe (whose next to them) presses play on music player and s/o sings "Helpless" to Connor in front of everyone & he feels SO HAPPY AND LOVED

adorable! I love it! and I’ll take the pupper. I wrote this in my tiny world that I think Zoe and Connor got along. This has been one of my favorite requests! It was so fun to write!

•He had had one of his shittiest days in a long time. His mother made him and Zoe get a ride with his dad for some “bonding.” Yeah, much bonding.

•The whole ride was basically Connor’s dad pestering him about why he’s so closed off and sad looking and when Connor said he was depressed, Larry got mad and denied it, saying some bullshit like “it’s just a phase.”

•IT’S NOT A FUCKING PHASE LARRY.

•Zoe basically sat silently, trying to shut up her dad a few times but always failing. She was absolutely stunned about what Larry was saying.

•You hadn’t seen Connor that morning and that freaked the hell out of you, you usually meet up at your locker, no exceptions, but you saw Zoe. That freaked you out even more.

•You confronted Zoe as soon as you saw her, and she told you everything, and that’s when the plan aligned.

•You told the teachers it was for a club, one that only you, Alana, and Zoe were in. It was something like, “Helpless Project.” Yeah, lame name but it was an easy excuse for you not to get in trouble. You said it was to get more people interested to be in the club.

•You were so prepared to do your plan . You got a radio from the music teacher and you were already a major Hamilton fan, so the lyrics were no problem.

•THAT’S WHEN YOU GUYS BUSTED INTO THE LUNCH ROOM LIKE THE GANGSTERS YOU GUYS ARE.

•Connor had thought you were mad at him for not seeing you in the morning and decided to show him up. But he was oh, so wrong.

•You know those movies where the boy has sunglasses on and a boom box on his shoulder, that was Zoe. Alana behind her in one of those superman poses. You definitely got the attention of the room.

•Honestly, it was like an action movie, two people coming out of double doors like badasses ready to swing at anyone. They thought you were going to play some pop, or rap music. That’s when Zoe started playing Helpless.

•You spotted Connor in the room, but didn’t walk over to him yet. You wanted to be the dramatic little munchkin you are. You wanted to do the choreography.

•Alana played Angelica while Zoe danced around, you wouldn’t say you were an embarrassing show but rather amusing.

•You and Alana are surprisingly good singers and dancers. You were spinning around tables together to get to Connor.

•Every time something referred to Connor, such as “I am so in to you,” you decide to widely point at Connor, making him more embarrassed.

•Connor had his head in his hands by now. He was smiling and blushing so hard. You have the boy Helpless.

•"Insane, your family brings out a different side of me. Cynthia confides in me. Larry tried to Idk a fight with me. Zoe tried to get him to align with me. No stress. We’ll figure it out.“

•You played both Alexander and Eliza, it was a bit hard, but you think your rapping sufficed.

•Alana and Zoe were definitely great as background singers when needed. They should be in a musical or something.

•You replaced all of Alexander and Eliza’s name mentioning to Connor if it fit, other wise it would refer to Zoe or Alana.

•It was all going good until you jumped up on to the table that Connor was sitting at, he finally looked at you. He looked so happy? You looked down at him singing out “that boy is mine,” while pointing at him, staring at everyone else.

•People might’ve been surprised you were singing to Connor because they thought he was a freak and you are so beautiful, but what they don’t see that Connor is just as beautiful and amazing.

•You sat down in front of Connor, attention still on you, you still singing, “My life is gon’ be fine because he’s in it.” Cheesy enough, you were looking into Connor’s eyes, your hand on his cheek. It made it even better that the other girls were singing “I look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit.”

•Connor honestly could have been happier in that moment. You did all of that only for him? Wow?

•You sure bet you guys kissed after, and you saw bet you guys heard applause when you were done.

•He asked you the reason why you did it and you simply answered “Love makes people do weird things.”

•People stopped you, Alana, and Zoe in the hall about the performance. You gave them the same answer about why you did it.

•Connor felt so lucky to be with you. To be with someone that would go so far to make them happy. To be with someone that makes him feel so helpless. God, you have him so helpless

anonymous asked:

Brotherhood era. Ignis is a vast ocean of talents but is less known for his gift of music, which is a shame. He plays violin, amazingly. Like perlman or Haendel. One day after Noctis' piano lesson, he indulgeces himself in the music room and plays alone. Gladio was heading off to his lunch break- and curiousity grabbed his ears and pulled him in the direction of the song. Ignis felt eyes in the door way. Gladio was already in love, he didn't think he could fall harder. Yet here he was, adoring.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

SCENARIO ACCEPTED

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

*drowns in the fluff*

Can you picture it? The mental image is so PURE and so…I don’t have a word, it’s not fluff. It’s not sexy. It’s…it’s…so…

Pure, that’s the only thing in my head.

I also imagine it’s either night time or just very dark, for some reason. There’s large, slim windows, with Lucis symbol on top of each one. The color palette is that of dark shades of blue, black and golden. To contrast, a pair of green eyes.

The violin is black with blue decorations. The man is facing ¾ according to both the window and the door. It’s a studio, but it’s alone. 

It’s too dark to read music sheets. There’s no music sheets. 
He’s playing by heart.

On the strings, Final Fantasy X’s “To Zanarkand”, violin version.

At the door, the shield of the prince in total awe. He had no idea. He had had no idea Ignis could play, let alone as beautifully. 
He had had no idea that the image could be so mysterious…so artistic…
So perfect.

He had also had no idea that he felt something for the adviser, until music forced the feelings into his heart.

Thanks, anon.

I’m dead.

selkys  asked:

28 - Flynn <3

28: How would your OC react if a bully stole their lunch money in high school?

Oh he would stand and fight for it (even if he’s the smallest and skinniest kid of the class xD). He hates bullies. But to stole his lunch, they’d have to catch him first !

He’s pretty quick and agile xD

(… yeah I said I’d try not to make any drawings for theses asks WELL I LIED OKAY DON’T LOOK AT ME)

“Okay,” Blaine says, excitedly taking a seat beside his husband on a weathered wood bench on the pier, looking out over the ocean, “I got my crab, I got my butter, you’ve got your crab, and…” Blaine peeks over at his husband’s lap, expecting to see Kurt preparing to dig in to his lunch.

Kurt has his crab alright, but it’s not exactly about to become lunch. Blaine’s eyes flick to the crustacean in Kurt’s hands, pinched cautiously between his husband’s fingers as the creature waves its claws in the air.

“Uh, Kurt” – Blaine gestures to Kurt’s Dungeness – “your crab seems a little…undercooked.”

“Well” – Kurt holds the primitive little beast a bit further away when it begins to snap at the air – “that’s because I had to hold him for a second while the guy at the crab station fixed his steamer.”

Blaine nods. “And…” he says, needing more explanation than that.

Kurt looks down at the crab, then back at his husband. “I named him Petey.”

3

He makes his own sack lunches before school then stares at his mom with disappointment.


Progress(6/23/17):

  • Master singing, parenting, and fitness skills. S: 3 P: 1 F: 5
  • Master athlete career and complete Bodybuilder aspiration. Career: 1
  • Have three failed relationships before finding spouse, marry a neat Sim.
  • Be good friends with all of your children.

Y’know, I really enjoy the concept of Clark Kent.

Like, minus the whole superman aspect.

because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.

So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???

Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”

 I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” 
And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)

It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman. 

Listen. I firmly believe the Falconers play “the floor is lava”

After every practice, Georgia groups everyone up for announcements, and at the end she says calmly: “the floor is lava” and twenty grown men are clamoring to the nearest climbable object, shoving each other and kicking.

In a small gas station during a long roadie, someone from somewhere in the store shouts “the floor is lava!” and ten seconds later there’s two shelves down and Jack is apologizing to a tired manager while sitting on the cashier counter, not touching the floor

During lunch in the dining area, Jack sits with Tater, Snowy, Marty, Thirdy, Guy, and Poots. They’re talking idly and quietly, guy says “so, you hear about the floor?” Jack and Marty groan, Tater grins, Poots braces for it. “it’s apparently lava” guy finishes.

There’s food knocked to the floor as Guy just continues eating his lunch like nothing.

They’ve broken two chairs, a coffee table, Jacks wrist, and a lamp.

  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* Oh...be quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* So...so that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.
Eric Richard Bittle is Jewish

Tw: mentions of antisemitism

Ok, hear me out. I know there is a lot of evidence pointing to Bitty being a good Southern Christian Gay and like, that is completely plausible and if that’s your jam, great! But because I love projecting and rubbing my Jew-y hands on everything, here is a theory about Bitty being an extremely assimilatory southern Jew who only really gets in touch with his culture and Jewish identity once he gets to college in the North East.

So I did some research and while “phelps” (Bitty’s maternal family name) isn’t the dead ringer that “Birkholtz” or “Zimmermann” is, it still has a history of being a Jewish surname in the Anglo-Saxon region. So to me, Bitty is Jewish on his mom’s side, but his paternal family is very southern Christian and so, really that’s what he grew up with, because being Jewish in the south? Well… that’s a whole thing.

My mom grew up in Atlanta Georgia, and in her high school, she was the only Jewish person by a long shot. My grandfather taught at Emory and so they didn’t belong to a temple, and went to Hillel sometimes during the bug holidays, but for he most part she wasn’t involved in religious affairs because it wasn’t “normal”.

I think something along the same lines happened to Bitty. His Moomah always made Jewish food for their family, but only made Southern food for company. At Chanukah, they would put up a Christmas tree, but put a Jewish star as an ornament and call it a “Chanukah bush.”

Bitty had a friend in second grade named Timmy who came over for a play date one day, only to never come back because his mom saw their mezuzah on the front door and forbid them from hanging out again. “Timmy doesn’t need to be influenced by that kind”

After that, well, Bitty stops asking his mama to make kasha varnishkas for his lunch (someone once told him it looked like he was eating pasta with dirt in it) and he stops going to temple on rosh hashana, and he starts calling his Christmas tree a Christmas tree. When someone tells him he “doesn’t look Jewish” he knows it’s a compliment.

The Monday at school after the Closet Incident, there’s a swastika keyed into his locker.

Because it’s one thing being the gay kid in a small town, it’s a whole other thing to be gay AND Jewish. It’s like he’s had two strikes against him since he was born.

When he moves to Madison he begs his mom not to put up a mezuzah. He can’t understand why she starts crying, but she doesn’t put it up. It’s a fresh start.

The rest of middle school and high school, Bitty secularizes.

When one of his teammates in his coed team tells him he’s acting “like a Jew” when he asks her for money for the team shirts, Bitty bites his tongue so hard he draws blood.

When all the kids in his tenth grade English class throw pennies at Mr. Bloom during his lecture on Eli Wiesel, Bitty stays after and helps pick them up.

Fast forward to freshman year at Samwell, and Bitty is hanging around the haus just before Rosh Hashana.

Holster is talking to Ransom and Jack about putting something together for dinner, maybe picking up some matzo ball soup mix and some ruggies from a deli near by.

Bitty, who shuddered at the though of soup coming out of a box blurted out without thinking “you know, I could whip up some of my grandmas matzo ball soup? And maybe some kugel?”

All three of the other boys look at him with wide eyes.

“I didn’t know you were Jewish Bittle,” Jack quirked a brow in intrigue.

“Well,” Bitty said, face heating up, “I- I’m not JEWISH Jewish. My mom is Jewish. My Moomah is Jewish, but ME? I don’t know.”

Everyone else seemed perplexed by this statement, but Holster’s eyes lowered a bit.

Bitty took that to mean ‘I hate you why would you say that you should just leave’ and promptly scrambled out the door, a whirlwind of “sorry got to go’s”

Later that week, someone knocked on Bitty’s dorm door, and that someone was Adam Jacob Birkholtz, certified Nice Jewish Boy and hulking mass.

“Uh, can we talk?” Holster asked a bit sheepishly.

Bitty agreed and lead them into his room.

Holster sat on his tiny bed and asked, “what did you mean before? When you said your mom and grandma are Jewish but not you?” It was tentative, but Bitty could tell the question wasn’t an accusation.

“Well I mean, I don’t really celebrate anything anymore. For all intents and purposes my house was a secular house all throughout middle school and high school.”

“But bitty,” holster sighed, “just because your half Jewish doesn’t mean you can’t be Jewish. And even if you aren’t practicing that doesn’t mean you can’t be Jewish either. I had a friend in high school that was half Jewish and people at temple would make him feel unwelcome. You don’t have to worry about that here.”

“Oh um, thanks? But it’s not that. Look, I know I’m Jewish. People have been making that clear to me for my whole life.”

“What do you mean?” Holster asked.

Bitty then began to regale all of the things he’s experienced. All of the prejudice, the slurs, the pennies, the swastikas. All of the pain that came with being the Jew in the south.

Holster listened, “Bits, that’s really rough dude. And like, I get it, some things are too painful. But it’s not like that at Samwell. Sure there are assholes everywhere, and it’s not like there’s never any antisemitism but, if you haven’t noticed based on the hockey team already, you aren’t alone here! There’s a whole Jewish community that’s got your back.

"Listen, why don’t you come to Hillel with me for Rosh Hashana, we can make your Moomas soup together! And maybe even Jack will help and not complain. Just, I don’t want you to have to feel like that about yourself.”

Bitty begins to decline the invitation but then something stops him. He remembers being a little kid, dipping apple slices in honey and chasing his mama around the house with sticky fingers.

“Alright I’ll go.”

And he does.
And he loves it.

He starts going to Hillel with Holster after that, and sometimes Jack tags along, sometimes so does Shitty. And in his Sophomore year, Nursey comes along with, and then his junior year comes Tango.

He makes matzo ball soup by the barrel, and re-learns the prayers for the Shabbat candles.

But it’s in his freshman year that he goes home for Winter break and pulls out the old Star of David ornament and puts it on the tree.

He asks his mom if he could help light the Chanukah candles and she looks shocked at first, but then she smiles and says “of course sweetheart.”

Later he hands her a present. It’s a long and thin box wrapped in silver paper with a little blue bow on top.

She takes it from his hand carefully, like its a shard of glass or something.

She opens it and It’s a silver mezuzah cover.

It’s a fresh start.

ask and you shall receive | pt 2 (m)

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pairing: jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings: smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok
words: 15,413
summary: your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

» pt 1 | pt 2 |

a/n: my blood sweat and tears omgg! Thank you guys!!

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