and i just ordered more you guys

Ok, let me get this straight…

The CeCe/ Charles plothole fiasco stands. 

Twincer is a thing. (I’m sorry if you guys like it, I think it’s stupid.)

Wren is dead…and the father of the babies…(wow, could she have ruined his character any more than she did?)

A.D. hasn’t been there since the beginning so there is no answer for who Mona claimed she took orders from.

We have no overarching bad guy…at all. 

The motive…again…is CrAzY.

Wow…just wow. 

Klance Zine/store orders Update

Hello everyone! I’m so sorry for the inactivity the past few weeks, con prep has been crazy and anime expo is just around the corner! ;0;; (I’ll be at table K09 if anyone is going!)

I know a lot of people who ordered the klance zine, or has ordered from my store have been concerned since its been a long wait for some of you, and it’s been weeks since zine pre-orders closed; and yet there has been no news from us yet.

But just to let you guys know everything is good! No zine orders have been sent out just yet. So if you haven’t received an e-mail about your order being shipped, don’t worry! Your package has not been lost or forgotten! 

For my other store orders who didn’t order the zine but still haven’t gotten an e-mail notification for your order, I’m so sorry for the delay as well, I’ve just been so busy ;A;;; as soon as AX ends I’m going to be in 100% mailing mode to make up for it!! ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

Unfortunately, for the Klance zine, we ran into some printer delays and have had to push the initial mailing dates back. We’ve already started packing orders, but because of the delay of shipment from our printers we’ll have to wait on the remaining items to arrive before we can ship them. 

Orders who are not waiting on the delayed items (bundle bonuses), we will be shipping your orders first, starting the week after Anime Expo. Then we will ship the rest of the zine bundle orders as soon as the delayed items arrive. (Finger’s crossed for mid July!!) We will try our best to get everything out to everyone as soon as we can! E-mail notifications will be sent out right after we mail out your order, so you’ll know when your order is shipped!


AHHH we are so sorry for the delay, and we really appreciate everyone’s patience, and understanding, seriously guys thank you so much <333 Q//u//Q 

Feel free to direct message me or e-mail me, or contact @ryuuseikuma if you have any other questions or concerns regarding your zine/store orders, we will try our best to get back to you as soon as possible! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣


Up next:

These aren’t in a particular order just to let you guys know! (there are so many bj requests, like damn )

In the inbox: (there are more but I’m hesitant on writing them because I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with them or not, so that’s why there’s not 30. I’m also combining some because a lot were very similar as in I’m pretty sure one person requested like 3 times with very similar things in a row. Guys please don’t do that, or at least don’t make it obvious by sending 4 asks in a row about the same exact thing. You’re not going to get 4 different scenarios, I’ll just combine them into one.

  • Shindou blowjob
  • Toshinori NSFW 
  • Aizawa blowjob/lazy sex
  • Aizawa lap dance/edging
  • Shinsou catching his crushes attention 
  • Morning after with Tokoyami 
  • Bakugou going down on fem s/o NSFW 
  • Izuku blowjob 
  • Blood King nsfw
  • Neito being petty 
  • Bakugou and Todoroki threesome (I don’t know how it’s going to happen though but we’ll see yo) 
  • Mirio receiving a titjob/titfuck (never written one of these before but let’s see how that goes too lol)
  • Shinsou and s/o first time
  • (still trying to figure out who I’m going to do) s/o is squaring up to a wasp 
  • Iida spanking 
  • Izuku finding his s/o who shrinks in his pocket

In the queue: (more to be added)

  • Aizawa continuation of ‘oh shit I love her’ 
  • Shouto introducing s/o to his mother
  • All Might x Villain!s/o
  • Toshinori with an affectionate s/o
  • Telling Aizawa you’re pregnant 
  • Bakugou headcanons NSFW
  • Izuku getting a mystery valentine
  • Bakugou and Todoroki oral headcanons
  • TetsuTetsuTetsuTetsuTetsuTetsuTetsuTetsu NSFW headcanons
  • Tooru Hagakure nsfw headcanons

39midnight  asked:

do you happen to know who the blue haired short kid that appears on a lot of the danganronpa kirigiri covers is? he seems super important but he doesn't have a page on the wiki and im confused

That’s not too surprising since Lico doesn’t show up til DRK3 and I think the Wiki more or less stopped around 2.

@transmukuroikusaba I know you guys are prioritizing V3 stuff, but when you get around to it you can just borrow anything in this answer for Lico’s Wiki page. (Feel free to reverse the names into Western order if you like.)

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Hi there guys, gals and non-binary pals!! I’m Agniya, a soon-to-graduate graphic design college student and freelance artist by trade. 

As many of you already know, Charley and I been dating for almost a year already, but haven’t had a chance to meet in person yet due to money issues (Charley just moved and I’ve been paying for college solely by myself until just now). 

I live in Russia and he is in the USA, more than 4500 miles and an ocean apart. So in order for us to meet, we’ll need to cover expenses such as traveling visa fee, plane tickets, hotel reservations and many others. 

Charley is an aspiring voice actor, you may know him from an improv dubbing project Real-Time Fandub ( @cooldude618 ) and Ace Attorney Anime Abridged ( @aaaaseries ). His voice acting blog is @popelickva and he’s currently taking voice acting commissions. 

He means the world to me and we can’t wait to meet each other, so please consider commissioning either (or even both!) of us. Even if you can’t - reblogs are always appreciated!! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ 

If you’re interested in my commissions please send me an e-mail here rakurakutomo@gmail.com, see more examples in my art tag

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Don’t know how I managed to keep this project a secret for this long, but-

SURPRISE!!!

Now you can see my custom-designed SQUIP in action, YAYYY! 
The Squip Enters was a perfect practice opportunity for me because it’s under a minute (49 secs,to be exact) and it calls for creative visual effects as well as a wide range of emotions in order to the scene to play-out properly.
I hope I did it justice! Let me know what you guys think.

bakery au (oldie but a goodie)

Part 1

“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”

“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”

“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”

“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.

Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”

“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.

“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”

Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”

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For two years I worked as an island clearer.  You know those small, fancy, artificial islands off the coast of the Dubai?  Well, every once in a while someone rich would order a customized island in the shape of their choosing.  Maybe it’s a rose for their wife or a face or a turtle.  So the other guys go in with their sand, make the island to the shape required, and then the client is called and told that their custom island is completed.  But sometimes the client says they don’t want the island any more.  That’s where I came in.  Our company was never mad - I mean, in this high-profile island generating industry, you have to be customer-centric.  Just because someone doesn’t want a custom island now doesn’t mean they don’t want one later.

Anyway, my job was to go in with this ship that basically looked like it was half-bulldozer half-barge and clear all the sand off the top until it sunk back beneath the waves and disappeared forever.  I was the only person in the company who knew how to do this job correctly, and I presume the only person in the world as well.  Sure, the island builders could make the island, but they were absolutely pathetic at clearing them. So I guess you could say I had job security.  Anyway, that wasn’t important.  What was important was that I had fun doing it and helped improve the world. Follow your passions!  You never know what great treasures life has in store for you.

Road Trip || c.h

tbfh i was writing car sex w/ cal but i deleted it bc i thought it was trash omg (i dont think this was amazingly written, pls forgive me ;[)

Warning: this is fucking l o n g. 

I M A G I N E [SMUT]

“Baby.” You heard a soft voice call to you in your head. You were sleeping soundly, until this voice kept sounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, introducing you to the dimly lit car. The car stumbled upon a bump, allowing you to float in air for just a moment. 

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DANCE FOR US ll one

After being caught by the dangerous mafia, your stripping past might help you out (request)

EXO x reader: MAFIA/GANG AU

genre: smut

word count: 3.4k

song: Jeremih - I did

Dance for us: one l two l three

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Park Chanyeol//The Rhythm of Hate - Part 1

Originally posted by softadulthood

Summary: You hate each other, even though you’re soulmates. You try and stay away from each other, but a shared course and a project is determined to keep you two facing off. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: Soulmate!AU, college!AU
Word Count: 5,924

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annawrites  asked:

i've enjoyed your prompt fills so much, thank you for sharing them!! if you feel like it: chef!andrew trying (and failing) to woo picky eater neil with fancy food? :)

The thing about growing up on the run is that you never really develop a palate.

You eat what’s there to be eaten, whatever you manage to stuff in your pockets while your mother distracts the cashier trying to haggle for cigarettes, as if it’s anywhere near possible to haggle in a 7/11.

You eat school lunches, bland chicken nuggets and congealed mac and cheese and unseasoned carrots with those little close to expired fruit cups with the peaches and cherries and simple syrup.

You drink gas station coffee—maybe it stunts your growth, but you drink it anyway—and fill old plastic water bottles from drinking fountains or public restroom sinks.

At least, that’s what Neil tries to explain to Matt one day, when Matt invites Neil to his favorite restaurant in his hometown. It just so happens that Matt’s hometown is New York City, and the chef at this place has a Michelin star, but Neil isn’t on the run anymore and his paycheck is hefty enough that he can afford it.

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There’s a type of character in popular media - I’m sure you’ll be able to come up with any number of examples as I describe it - that I really enjoy watching, and to some extent identify with.

So there’s this dapper little guy, right? Tidy, fastidious, speaks very precisely. Always dresses just a little more formally than the situation calls for, but pulls it off well enough that it comes across as classy rather than awkward. Likes to organise things, possibly in alphabetical order. Probably has a hangup about asymmetry. Incredibly easy to annoy, and willing to explain at great length why you’re a dumbass, but never really seems to get mad about anything. Doesn’t necessarily not get humour or metaphors, but has a very analytical approach to constructing figurative speech that often leaves those around him going “wait, what?”. Oh, and everyone outside his immediate circle of associates is absolutely terrified of him, because in spite of being a funny little man, he’s also some sort of genius savant at inflicting grievous bodily mayhem.

I was just thinking about it this morning, and it struck me: could this archetype be any more blatantly autistic-coded? I mean, it’s so much its own thing that it hadn’t really occurred to me to frame it like that, but now I can’t unsee it. Am I totally off base there?

Friends Part 6

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2749 (ops)

Warnings: Fluffy, sadness and all flashbacks are in italic

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owners

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Originally posted by flyngdream

The elevator ride was torture, it felt like hours and hours but in reality, you know that was only a few minutes.  You take a deep breath looking in the mirror of the elevator, your lips are puffy from the kiss and your neck is red from his beard scratching you.

You look like a mess.

All you want is go home, take off this bikini that is making you feel exposed and take a long hot shower. You feel like you made a huge mistake, you just don’t know what the mistake was. If it was the kiss or never letting Bucky say whatever was that he wanted to say to you.

You tap your pockets looking for your car keys, you curse yourself when you remember that you came here with Bucky and now you don’t have any idea how you are going to get home. Anyone you might ask for a ride, it’s going to ask a lot of questions and you don’t want to answer any of it.

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An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.

“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.

“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.

“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.

“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.

“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.

“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.

We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.

“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.

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I even made a cute graphic for you. 

Anyway. Here, this explanation is done after an occurance which kinda pushed me to this, so expect personal views and context rather than 100% french grammar. 
And frankly, this is more a matter being polite in France rather than a grammar lesson to begin with. Just a heads up! 

Tu’ and ‘Vous’ both mean ‘You’. ‘Tu’ is always singular but ‘Vous’ can be both plural and singular depending on context. 

It’s a common misconception I hear from people who are learning french that ‘Tu’ is informal and ‘Vous’ is formal. This isn’t entirely false but that’s just the quick way of putting it, which leads to misunderstanding. 
It’s less a matter of ‘formality vs informality’ and more ‘people you are closeand casual to’ vs ‘everybody else whom you respect as you should anybody given you’re polite’. 

What happened that spurred me to write this was a small, kind of irrelevant thing. I ordered a pizza and the delivery guy called me ‘tu’ every time he referred to me. This was a problem to me for two reasons. Slightly because I’m a client, but mostly because I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me on a personal basis (and I could also add that he was generally off-puttingly casual but that’s another can of worms).
Me being a client was just a smaller problem stacked on top of the obvious ‘we’re not close’ one, but allow me to explain why that’s still relevant. 

‘Tu’ is used for family members, friends, classmates (when you’re younger) and children. It’s casual, often in a setting where there aren’t many social rules to follow.
‘Vous’ is for literally anybody else. It’s polite to call everybody ‘vous’. It isn’t ‘I respect you as a higher-up’ so much as it’s ‘You are a fellow human being I am treating decently’. 

On the subject of pizza guy, I wasn’t expecting him to call me ‘vous’ because I was a client and therefore supposedly higher than he is but because not only was I a client but we weren’t supposed to be casual in this setting. I call him ‘vous’ as I call everybody who isn’t a close friend/family ‘vous’. Lemme give a few examples. 

Waitress? ‘Vous’
Teacher? ‘Vous’
Homeless person? ‘Vous’
Bus driver? ‘Vous’
Random person on the street you’re asking for directions? ‘Vous’
The President of France? ‘Vous’
Nurse? ‘Vous’
That one guy who crashed into your car? ‘Vous’ (you can still be angry and insult them without using ‘tu’, which will be more efficient, trust me)
Your psychiatrist? ‘Vous’
A client? ‘Vous’ 
Emperor Napoléon Bonaparte, master strategist and military leader, France’s darling child, first man to have almost managed to conquer Russia though failed miserably? ‘Vous’. 

Literally anybody who isn’t someone you know personally is ‘vous’. 

I must add that refusing to abide fo this rule gives others a bad image of yourself more than it insults them. People who call everybody ‘Tu’ are considered rude and generally unpleasant, which is looked down upon. If you see someone calling a waiter or retail worker ‘tu’ can generally be labeled an asshole and you’ll likely be right about it, for example. Young children are exempt from this rule because they aren’t expected to know the rule well. The best example I can think of this is in Le Petit Prince where the Prince asks the narrator to draw him a sheep. 

“S’il vous plaît, dessine-moi un mouton.”

He’s using ‘vous’ in ‘s’il vous plaît’(please) but the ‘tu’ imperative form of the verb ‘dessiner’ (to draw) in the same sentence. If this sentence was in correct french it would be

“S’il te plaît, dessine-moi un mouton.” or “S’il vous plaît, dessinez-moi un mouton.”

Non-native speakers will often be excused if they mess up, though! Don’t worry about that, even we know it’s hard because it’s sometimes  awkward to know whether to use ‘Tu’ or ‘Vous’ if it’s somebody you see every day but aren’t really close to (a co-worker, for example!). So yeah, if you’re generally polite and they understand you’re doing your best, it’s all good! 
In the case explained earlier, with pizza guy, is that he wasn’t a non-native speaker and he wasn’t making a mistake. He was just being overly casual, perhaps on the basis that I order at that pizza place often and he delivered it two or three times already and pressured for a tip (rather than asked, in which case I would have given it willingly instead of awkwardly). It’s a mild annoyance but still enough to piss me (and others) off. 

Ehhh I could go on but that’s all I got for now, if anybody wants to add to this or ask a question or whatever, feel free! I hope this cleared stuff up and gave you some incentive! I hear there are similar things in other languages such Spanish, Italian and German, among many others! I’d love to hear how it works in other languages!

That’s all for now! Happy french learning, friends! 

the best thing he never had ; one

one , two , three

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; best friend!au 

word count; 3.7k 

a/n; for @elicuh​ ! a wonderful human bean who requested this ! this will most likely be a mini series,,, idk i don’t plan ahead lol 

summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him



The city lights became more visible as the bright neon colours had contrasted from the darkening, moonlit sky as you felt yourself become more wide awake as you walked down the streets of the bright city that lit up the mood whether be day or night. Your legs were carrying you from your house in pajamas and a warm leather jacket wrapping you up as you had just awakened from a rather nice sleep that you were enjoying until a certain someone had rung you in the midst of your slumber.

But as always, you could never say no to that certain someone as you had gone through many lengths for him that this particular situation was just a nub on a stick.

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Steal my groceries? I'll steal your mama's homemade tamales.

TL;DR Bratty roommate steals more than just my groceries; I steal her mom’s homemade tamales. She suddenly learns to respect my stuff.

Buckle in kids, this is a long one, but well worth the ride.

This happened nearly 15 years ago, when I was in college renting a house with two other people. In order to understand the gravity of this situation you must first understand the dynamic between my female roommate (whom I’ll call Becky) and myself (also female). We had one guy roommate (I’ll call him Bob), and the three of us all worked together at a restaurant and lived in the same house for 2 years.

So the three of us were pretty close during that time, we shared a friend group, worked together, and had roomed together a year prior. However, to say Becky and I were friends would be a generous assessment of the true nature of our relationship. You see, Becky and I come from very different backgrounds and also have diametrically opposite personalities. She was from a lower socioeconomic group, a racial minority, and street-savvy. I am the WASPiest wasp of all wasps who ever wasped, come from middle class whiteville and am terribly naive.  (I’ve learned a lot about my naiveté since then but I can still be a little dim to the true nature of people and have been hurt many times because of this.)

Becky, being the scrappy hood rat she was, liked taking advantage of people. We couldn’t leave a store without her stealing something and then later bragging about the “five-finger discount” she got.  She stole things from me and our other roommate, she manipulated people in our friend group to try and make me an outsider, she used me for my car, and she bullied me constantly by making snide remarks about being spoiled and telling anyone and everyone who would listen that my parents paid my rent. Yes, my parents paid my $300 share of the monthly rent because I was going to school full time and working a thankless waitressing job, the horror.

Okay so enough background. In the second year of our time in the house, Becky lost her job at the restaurant and decided not to work anymore. She also wasn’t going to school, didn’t have a car, and so she’d sit in her room all day smoking and drinking pepsi. About this time she got herself a boyfriend with a full time, well-paying job, so he was able to provide her with all the cigarettes and pepsi her little heart desired. One thing her boyfriend didn’t do, however, was reimburse me for the groceries she ate that I bought.

Every time I bought groceries, Becky would help herself to whatever I bought and sometimes sheepishly offer to pay me back. Which you already know she never did. Because how would she? She had no job and no money and I don’t like pepsi.

So this goes on for months, because in addition to being woefully naive, I was also a giant wuss who wouldn’t stand up for myself. (This has thankfully changed in my 30s. IDGAF about calling people out on their shit and am good at protecting myself from being used by the Beckys of the world, but back then I was a total doormat. I’d get angry with people, but I couldn’t stand up for myself). I would buy $80 worth of groceries for myself, Becky would proceed to slowly leech off my stash and I would run out before I had more grocery money. She never paid me or offered any exchange of goods or services for this food, and I never demanded them, and she knew I was too scared to stand up to her, so she kept this cycle up for a very long time.

Finally fed up with having my food eaten without reimbursement, and reaching the limit of my own door-matness, I proposed that we implement private shelves in the pantry and fridge, so as to avoid confusion about who was eating whose food. Becky scoffed at this idea, saying it would be too easy to misplace things and it could lead to fighting in the house, so we just shouldn’t do it.

Fearing Becky’s wrath, I backed down and started hiding food in my room, which was useless because Becky broke into my room and stole from my stash anyway.

Now comes the revenge part.

Becky’s mom made the most mouth-wateringly delicious homemade tamales you’ve ever tasted. Like, no foolin’. They were a rare treat that she only made a couple of times a year, and Becky rarely got to have any because her parents lived several hours away. So one weekend Becky’s parents come to town, and mama made tamales. Their tantalizing aroma filled our house the moment she walked through the door, and we all knew this was her dankest batch yet. Becky, being the kind of person who liked bragging about anything and everything she could hold over people’s heads to make herself feel important, boasted all weekend about how her mom brought homemade tamales and they were all for her and I couldn’t have any.

So one night, after Becky’s parents have gone back home, Bob and I go out for some drinks. We head back home and decide to do it right and invite a couple of friends over and drink a little more, and smoke a little more, til we’re both nice and toasted. And hungry.

Since Becky and her now near live-in boyfriend have eaten most of my food, and because they never bother to buy groceries themselves or reimburse me for mine, there’s barely any food in the house. But there are tamales.

So Bob and I, in our drunken reverie, help ourselves to homemade tamales. And we eat every.last.one. And they are delicious. They were, without a doubt, the best homemade tamales I’ve ever had. And that’s saying a lot because I’ve had a few.

Later that night, Becky emerges from her room, walks over to the fridge, opens the door, and after a moment asks, where are my tamales? Bob and I, full of tamale and booze and THC and not giving a fuck, tell her we ate them. Becky slams the refrigerator door shut, exclaims “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME”, stomps down the hall, slams the door to her room, and yells to her boyfriend “they fucking ate them!”.

You’re goddamn right.

A few days pass while Becky avoids me and is generally even more unpleasant than usual. Finally, one afternoon as I’m looking for food in the pantry, Becky and her bf come in with a few bags of groceries. As they’re unloading them she tells me she’s decided it would be a good idea if we had assigned shelves in the pantry and fridge to avoid any confusion about who’s eating what. She decided. Mmhmm, sure Becky.

And she never ate any of my groceries again.

And that, dear friends, is my tale of petty revenge. Thanks for reading :)

i can’t comprehend ppl saying kibum hates/dislikes shinee members or he’s the cold hearted diva of the group when the only things he posts on ig are his dogs, some selfies, personal gigs AND the members (group pics or even pics of them alone). and its also the little things, how he keeps asking for jonghyun on ig ever since he rmbrd his password. how he can’t throw a note written by minho saying “kibum i love you - choi minho” like some middle school crush. how he talks abt taemin and jinki from time to time without ppl asking for it. he loves this group as much as they love him. it might have been true during the first yrs but now he definitely doesnt fit in that cold persona u guys want him to be. its just not realistic.