and the fact that we have groceries

Hello neighbour from hell, may I help renovate your house?

Strap your seatbelts, this will be Odyssey long one. First thing first, let me take some time to introduce you to Cruella de Vil of this story, who I hated for many years with a fury of a thousand raging diarrheas. You know that joke if you had a gun with two bullets and you were in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden, and x-person, you would shoot x-person twice? Well, not only would I shoot her, I would proceed to beat her with gunstock, perform exorcism on her lifeless body (just in case) and then burry the remains. She is stereotypical neighbour from hell. And hell is in this case the Mediterranean.

I live in a medium sized Mediterranean town with ancient heritage; all the houses are old and jammed close to each other. My neighbourhood is also made of these stone houses which share walls, so for instance when my neighbour to the right plays guitar in his bedroom, I hear it in my living room (I don’t mind him though, he is always really quiet, respects the hours and plays Rolling Stones and Metallica really well) and when I fart in my toilet, Cruella on the left side hears it clearly. Suits her well.

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Never tell a disabled person to ‘suck it up’. We suck it up every day. We suck it up everytime we decide not to kill ourselves, we suck it up everytime we decide to go outside, we suck it up when we have to clean the house, go to work/school/other obligations. Everytime we exercise, everytime we go grocery shopping, everytime we socialize, everytime we try to live.

We’ve been sucking it up our entire lives. It’s long overdue for neurotypical society to suck it up to the fact that we exist and we are here. Whether they like it or not.


We are wasting it, we are enjoying it, we want more of it and sometimes it flies: Time - the most precious thing we have. 

I’m sure you have said and heard the words “I don’t have enough time for that!“ plenty of times. Here’s what I think about it: it’s to 100% avoidable. Time is an illusion. We always have it when it comes down to it, and today I’m sharing 5 tips on how to make this thesis a fact

  1. Prioritise and make it a necessity. Take reading a book or going to the gym as serious as going to work or doing the groceries.
  2. Include the things you want to do in your time schedule and more important: Exclude the things you don’t wanna do. Saying “no” can be hard, but as long as you make your decision about opinion instead of feelings, nobody will get hurt in the progress and you’ll benefit.
  3. Don’t stress out about things before you actually need to do them. Enjoy the time you spend on something you like, and when it comes to the less funny part, give it your full attention and get it done.
  4. Chunk your “to do’s” down in one hour time frames (the amount of time our brain is able to focus on one thing). That way you’ll take it step by step and provide overwhelm.
  5. Our best friend: flight mode & “do not disturb”. You won’t believe how much your phone and especially social media is slowing you down in getting things done (even subconsciously). Get all kind of distractions out of your way.

My favourite tip is #1 though - it works so good. You know why? Lets do a little experiment

You tell yourself every day that you’re too busy with “important” things and don’t have the time to tidy up your room. You’ll eventually handle it until one day where you need to be at an appointment at 6 am - and suddenly can’t find your keys. You spend 35 minutes panically turning your room upside down until you finally sight them under your pillow (how did that even … ?) - anyways, the point is: You just spent 35 minutes. 35 minutes you were sure you wouldn’t have. You might be super stressed and late (what could’ve been avoided by making tidy up your room a priority) but the necessity of you needing your keys in order to leave the house made you having the time you were not supposed to have. Mind-blowing, isn’t it? Therefore, time is nothing but an illusion and the quote

“I don’t have time” really means “it’s not my priority.”

is on point. I hope those tips will help you get the most out of your time and achieve everything you want to. For more, check out this video.
You’ll hear more from me soon gorgeous, xx

BTS reaction to them getting distracted by a beautiful stranger and embarrass themselves

lost-resonance said:

Can you do a reaction (BTS) to them seeing a beautiful foreigner girl in a casual situation like going shopping or at a restaurant and being distracted by their appearance that they stumble over something or do something weird. Thanks in advance, love your blog <3

Hi lovely~thanks for requesting ! .. here’s your requested reaction an I hope you like it >< .

Jin  :

Jin wondered off from the rest of the boys to go find some snacks. He took some random packet of chips off of the shelf, looked over to the rest of the snacks and his eyes caught sight of what he thought was an angel. She was perfect to him, her  hair was perfectly done, eyes were bright and  smile made his heart flutter. He placed the chips he had in his hand back on the shelf but ended up knocking over everything instead .

You glanced over to him, chuckled to yourself as he hurriedly picked everything up. You walked over to him and begun to help him pick everything up, you could see a small smile on his face .

“Thank you” he placed the last packet back on the shelf .

“I’m Jin” you could tell that he was a bit awkward  .

“Nice to meet you, my name’s Y/N”  .

“You have a really pretty name” you chuckled .

“Would you like to go get a smoothie?” he was taken back by your boldness .

“I’d love to” .

Suga :

Yoongi was stuck with doing the shopping again, walked through the aisle looking for coffee. He came across a tower of cans, and analyzed it.  

Yoongi’s eyes caught sight of you, he leaned closer to the tower to get a better look at you, but ended up knocking into the tower causing everything to fall over. so you looked over to see him looking around like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Hey, are you ok?” you walked over to him .

“I’m fine” he gave a slight awkward smile .

“Come on let’s go before we get blamed for this” you locked arms with him and pulled him away .

Yoongi was taken back, you, a gorgeous random stranger was helping him get away from something he did .

“I’m pretty sure there’s another supermarket  we could go to just around the corner” you unlined your arms .

“Why are you helping me?” he blurted out and you shrugged .

“Well I’ve done that before and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to pay for all of that. Come on let’s go” you held out your hand for him ,so he took your hand with a smile .

J-hope :

Hoseok walked behind the group of boys, wasn’t very happy to awaken from his slumber but he was hungry. He looked around the restaurant, froze when he saw you , no longer sleepy, so he watched you closely as you passed by him. You flashed him a subtle smile, so he did back and turned to watch you go, not noticing the wire on the ground he tripped. You turned back immediately when you heard the thud .

“Are you alright?” you rushed to his side .

You helped him up, glanced at a group of unmoving boys looking at you and the stranger you were helping up .

“I’m ok” you helped him fix his coat which was hanging off his shoulder .

“You should really be more careful” his entire face was tinted red .

Hoseok frowned at the chuckles coming from behind him .

“I’m Y/N” you held out your hand for him .

“J-hope, I-I mean Hoseok” he took your hand .

“Well it was nice meeting you” you left with a smile  . 

Rap Monster :

Namjoon groaned at a horrible joke told by Jin. His gazed wondered away from the boys. A deep grin came to Namjoon’s face when he saw you, a waiter. He continued to walk forward not looking at where he was going ,til he knocked into a table and a plate falling from it along with the phone he had in his hand .He picked up his phone but his hand getting cut by a piece of glass. You jogged over to him .

“Sir, are you hurt?” Namjoon looked at your beautifully bold eyes .

You saw hia bleeding hand and took it into yours gently,  wrapped his hand in your handkerchief.

“You should really be more careful” he bit his lip .

Some cleared their throat, it was Jin. He came back to look for Namjoon  .

“You can have that, just make sure you take care of your hand” .

“Can I get you number?, well .. to return your handkerchief of course” he blushed .

You took out a pen from your pocket and wrote your number on Namjoon’s uninjured hand .

“I’ve go to get back to work” Namjoon stared at you walking away .

Jimin :

Jimin took a sip from his bottle of water, waiting outside of the supermarket for Jungkook who was still cashing. He watched you pass by in awe, everything about you was perfect. He spun around to continue looking at you, not realizing the wet floor sight he stumbled into it .

“You ok?” you chuckled at him .

“I-I, yes” Jimin was extremely embarrassed,so covered his face with a groan .

“Don’t be embarrassed, it happens to all of us” you ended up slipping on the wet floor into Jimin  .

“Sorry. You see it happen to everyone” your face was not heated up as well and begun to chuckle .

“Hi” you both turned to face Jungkook .

Jimin took a step away from you so you weren’t as close .

“We have to go” .

“Bye Jimin” Jimin held his face in his hands and Jungkook just laughed at the fact that you were an army .

V :

Taehyung stared outside as Suga took the shopping bags, handing one to Taehyung. They both walked to the car, Taehyung trailing behind, looking around whimsically. He looked over to you as you were putting your groceries in your car,  Taehyung didn’t notice that the bag was slipping from his hand, the contents of the bag fell onto the ground .You turned around when you heard the cans make contact with the ground ,so you walked over to him and helped him out .Taehyung gave you a boxy smile, your own followed .

“Thank you” you both had arms full of groceries .

“Where’s your car?, I’ll help you carry them” Taehyung led the way .

"I’m Y/N by the way” .  

“V” you furrowed your brows .

“V?” he smiled .

“Or Taehyung” you shook you head with a chuckle . 

Yoongi looked at the both of you with curiosity. Putting two and two together , so Yoongi took the groceries you had .

“Take care Taehyung” he gave you a warm smile .

Yoongi handed Taehyung a piece of paper with a smirk .

“This is for you” Taehyung took the paper to see your name and number on it .

Jungkook :

Jungkook was forced to go pick up the order from the restaurant with Namjoon .As soon as they entered the restaurant jungkook locked eyes with you, one of the customers.

Namjoon went to get the order while jungkook stayed close to the door so he could look at you. He moved away from the door to let someone pass, the door knoced into him, so he was pushed into your table .He looked straight at you and blushed.  

“Um, you ok?” he was speechless .

“I think so” Namjoon sighed at the sight in front of him .

He stumbled to stand straight, you scoffed and shook you head .

“Jungkook?” he looked over to Namjoon .  

“I’ll be waiting outside” he looked over to Namjoon for some help but he got no response  .

“Sorry” you smiled at him .

“It’s not a problem, I’m done anyways” you stood up and handed him some tissues .

Jungkook was once again speechless, Namjoon laughed at him as you passed by .

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Foodie Friday: Chocolate Souffles!

Servings: 2-4

-1/3 cup sugar, plus powdered sugar for dusting
-5 ounces bittersweet chocolate, chopped
-3 large egg yolks at room temperature
-6 large egg whites
-Pinch salt

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees (Fahrenheit). Generously butter a souffle dish and sprinkle with sugar, tapping out excess.

2. Melt chocolate in a metal bowl set over a saucepan of simmering water, stirring occasionally until smooth. Remove bowl from heat and stir in yolks (the batter will stiffen).

3. Beat whites with a pinch of salt in a large bowl with an electric mixer at medium speed until forming soft peaks. Add 1/3 cup sugar, a little at a time, continuing to beat at medium speed, then beat at a high speed until forming stiff peaks. Stir about 1 cup of the whites into the chocolate mixture to lighten, then add mixture to the remaining whites, folding gently and thoroughly.

4. Spoon into souffle dish and run the end of your thumb around the inside edge of the souffle dish (this will remove any sugar particles on the inner edge, allowing the souffle to rise evenly). Bake in middle of oven until puffed and crusted on top, but still giggly in the center, 24 to 30 minutes. Serve immediately, with a light dusting of powdered sugar.

Magical Ingredient

There’s no denying the power that chocolate has in our day-to-day lives. At work, my coworkers have often laughed as I’d turn down candy, but happily accept chocolate with the reminder that “chocolate is not candy, it is its own food group for which we have a separate stomach: the chocolate stomach.” From ice cream to cakes to souffles, just about anything sweet that can be flavored has a variant which includes chocolate, and it’s used in nearly every holiday celebration throughout the year in addition to its frequent appearance in romantic occasions and post-romantic occasions.

Kitchen witchcraft often conjures the image of a witch with a rolling pin, baking pies and cakes. So it should come as no surprise that chocolate - an ingredient frequently used in baking - would have its own place in such delectable witchery. And how could it not? There’s no denying the fact that chocolate can help ease depression and sadness, and that it can brighten anyone who isn’t allergic to it (and in the media, look no further than Harry Potter, in which chocolate is the immediate cure after having a run-in with a dementor - the manifestation of true depression).

Chocolate, of course, doesn’t immediately come as that creamy sweet bar that we can buy at the front of the grocery store or in a gas station. In its purest form, it is the cacao bean. Historically, cacao beans were used as currency in Central and South America in addition to being made into a frothy beverage. The fruit of the cacao tree was also consumed frequently, and when the Spanish arrived, the tree was being cultivated for its fruit and seeds.

Chocolate became a luxury item in Europe afterward, and its popularity (unsurprisingly) grew quite quickly. Today, most cacao is cultivated in West Africa for worldwide consumption.

In terms of magic, cocoa is easily linked to prosperity and luxury. Its use as money in Central and South America adds to this, and its popularity among the nobility both in the Americas and in Europe further reinforces this notion. But I would argue that chocolate goes beyond prosperity and money magic. Of course, there are sweetening spells, in which chocolate can easily be incorporated, as well as love and lust magic which can most definitely involve chocolate. I would say that chocolate can be used in health and healing magic.

There is, of course, the fact that dark chocolate is rich in antioxidants, but I’m specifically referring to spells pertaining to mental health. It’s excellent for calming nerves for those suffering from anxiety, lifting the mood for those suffering from depression (keep in mind that depression isn’t just feeling sad… it’s losing all feeling, to the point where you just can’t feel emotion), and bringing joy to those who need it. Even when feeling physically sick, a cup of hot cocoa can help bring a bit more life to someone who is unwell. (When I had the flu last week, what was my hot beverage request made of my boyfriend? Hot chocolate!)

Incorporating chocolate into magic is fairly easy. Add it to foods such as baked goods and candy, or even to some more savory foods (chocolate goes particularly well with chili’s and pairs excellently with red wines). As an offering to deities, chocolate works well for deities linked with love or strong emotion or wealth.

Play around with ways in which to incorporate chocolate. It doesn’t have to be the candy bar, either. In a spell for self love, consider using cocoa powder as an ingredient. In sweetening spells, powdered hot chocolate can be incorporated easily!

To to cap it all off, chocolate is a food whose origins are linked to royalty, money, and prosperity. It’s grown to become a food linked with love and romance, but can also be very helpful in spells for mental health. Consider different ways in which chocolate impacts your life, and see where it’s magic can take you!

And may all your meals be blessed! )O(

anonymous asked:

I have like....a really bad headcold and feel awful and need me some fluffy nurseydex please

“Nursey, my legs are falling asleep,” Dex complains, shifting around on the couch. Nursey turns his head to frown at him.

“Farms lets Chowder sit on her lap for, like, hours, dude,” Nursey says.

“Yeah well Farmer has stronger legs than I do and they’re cuter than we are, those are just two facts we’re going to have to accept,” Dex shrugs, gently trying to maneuver Nursey off his lap and onto the couch next to him.

“Okay, true,” Nursey nods, scooting off Dex’s lap. He resettles on Dex’s side, throwing an arm around Dex’s shoulders to pull him in. Dex goes easy, tucking himself into Nursey’s side.

“Oh, hey, I forgot to tell you,” Dex says, half-mumbled. “I went grocery shopping with Bits and I picked up a couple boxes of those Star Crunch things you like. I hid them in the back of the tupperware cabinet so Holster and Rans wouldn’t get ahold of them.”

“Fuck yes, I love those things, thanks babe.” Nursey tips his head down to kiss Dex’s temple. “Also, that reminds me that I was at the student center earlier today and they were having a sale on that engineering paper you like for your notes, so I picked up a couple packs for you.”

“Shit, thanks, that’s perfect, I was actually running pretty low.”

“Sometimes I swear we read each other’s minds, Dexy,” Nursey laughs.

“Nah,” Dex shakes his head, “I think we just… care about each other, you know?”

Nursey nods, getting it immediately. They’ve always had this sort of easy love, ever since they started dating. It’s not built on huge romantic gestures or epic declarations or anything. Just small, simple acts of love. Nursey picking up Dex’s favorite cereal. Dex packing Nursey a lunch because he knew he’d be running late. Both of them trying to make each other happy, even in the smallest of ways.

“Thanks, Will,” Nursey mutters, head turned lips are pressed to Dex’s forehead again.

“You already thanked me for the Star Crunch, babe, but you’re welcome.”

“No, I mean - just - thanks for everything, you know? I appreciate it. I appreciate you.

Dex turns his head up and smiles, like he gets it - of course he gets it, Dex always gets it - and says, “I appreciate you, too, Derek.”

I work at an organic grocery store and this old man came up to me and informed me that a carton of milk he bought the other day had gone bad and that he wanted a new one. He didnt have a receipt (or the sour milk for that matter) but i let him take a new one anyways cause we’re very chill about things like that at my workplace and i’m not gonna piss a customer off over 1€. I thought this was over and dealt with but he kept complaining to me that, in fact, all the milk we sell goes off too quickly and that we should stock longer “best before dates” etc etc blah blah so i pointed him towards the 0.5 liter milk cartons we sell, but he said that no one in his family likes that kind of milk. In fact, they all liked different kinds so they have 4 different kinds of milk open in their fridge at all times. I didnt say anything to that but holy shit? No wonder they go bad sometimes if there’s only one person using each carton over like…a week or however long it lasts them? You’re supposed to use milk up within a few days of opening it and a longer “best before” date won’t save your wasteful, decadent ass in those regards either jfc.

anonymous asked:

"I've always been bad" cut to the nerdiest poet ever to appear on tv

I made the weirdest giggle snort when I saw this in my inbox. 

Fun fact - there was one summer where I was stuck in a tiny, tiny town in Nebraska with very little to do. We’re talking the kind of town with one restaurant, one grocery store, and two bars- all located on Main St. I’d brought a VHS tape with me that had Fool for Love recorded on it and… well…

I had that entire episode fucking memorized by the time we went back home.

I seem to have two main types when it comes to characters - awkward heartfelt nerds and villians who want to redeem themselves. So learning that Spike was secretly a love struck dork who wrote really bad poetry was like ~a chorus of angels singing~ moment for me. 

I just want to take him and wrap him up in a blanket.

Originally posted by marilynmay

One of my favorite parts about Spike were the moments where we saw flashbacks to his life before Sunnydale. Because when you put those pieces together, he repeatedly comes across as a man who is deeply insecure, constantly seeking the approval of others despite behaving as though he’s above that sort of thing. He was a human who only wanted to be loved and accepted despite knowing he didn’t fit in. As a vampire, he couldn’t stand Angelus and yet looked up to him like some twisted father figure who he wished would see him as an equal. He completely dedicated himself to Dru as if they were soulmates and yet that level of devotion was never fully reciprocated. And eventually, he reaches a point where that same desire to find somewhere to belong, somewhere to fit in, applies to Buffy and her gang. It’s an ill-fitting transition that hits of a lot of bumps in the road, but it’s there all the same.

I also appreciate him as a character because he makes the Buffyverse’s line between good and evil really blurry. With Angel, it’s a relatively simple dichotomy - he has a soul, he’s good. He doesn’t, he’s all-out 100% sadistic evil. But with Spike, he’s kind of caught somewhere in between. Even as a demon-driven vampire, he feels sympathy. He has the capacity for kindness. He tries to offer comfort. He holds the safety of the Summers sisters above his own survival. And at the exact same time, he’s still making morally questionable if not outright despicable choices because he’s still a soulless creature… I feel like the writers didn’t always strike the right balance between the two, which made it feel as though they weren’t exactly sure what to do with him. But the fact that that grey area existed in the first place is really interesting to me in a show that is all about good vs evil. 

I know you probably weren’t expecting a rant from a little joke ask like that but… well… here ya go. 

I suppose it’s a consequence of having not talked about a fandom you were intensely into for years… it all kinda spills out at once.

Monsta X when they send you to buy groceries but you come home with a puppy instead

Requested by annonie~~



At first, he would be to surprised to say anything, giving you a “WTFareyoudoing” expression. After that, he would probably burst out into laughter.

“(Y/N), that’s a strange kind of vegetable you have there. Should we name it tomato?”

Originally posted by kihqun



Would be more excited than you. As soon as he saw the dog, he would fall in love with it, totally ignoring the fact that there wasn’t any food. Minhyuk would be going out buying stuff for the puppy later anyways, so he could buy the groceries then.

“Ah, your ba- WOAH who are you, little doggy? Come here~~”

(The baby is the dog)

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx



All he wanted to do was sleep and after that prepare dinner with you. So why in the world was there a little dog jumping around on him?

At first he would be a little jealous of the dog, since you totally gave the puppy more Attention than him. He would get used to it tho and start to really like the little fluff ball. Just keep it away from him when he wants to sleep!

Originally posted by wonhontology



The last thing he expected when opening the door was a puppy sprinting into the house. He would be quite confused, his eyes wandering to the dog, to you, to the dog, back to you… But in the end he would be fine with it as long as you took care of it, since he already has 6 puppies to watch over.

“Alright, so… you got a puppy. Fine. I guess I’ll just order some food. Jagi, are you even listening?”

Originally posted by garisanee



Nice. He was waiting for you with a special surprise which was a puppy, and you came home with…a puppy? He would totally love it, no question, he would probably try to impress it with his aegyo. However, know the two of you had to deal with double cuteness and double trouble.

“Supri- What?! You got a puppy too? *speechless*

(again just imagine the puppy is the baby)

Originally posted by kihn


Badass, fire spitting rapper? Nope, at least not know. He would totally turn into a happy little fluff ball when seeing the puppy. Actually, he would be the one coming home with the puppy when you sended him to get you some groceries.

"Eum Changkyun, I said potatoes not puppies!”

“Oh come on (Y/N), she basically asked me to take her with me. Don’t you think she’s cute?”

“Yeah, she’s adorable!”

“See? That’s what I thought.”

Originally posted by changkyuh


At first, he would be speechless. He knew you loved cute pets, but wasn’t that a little bit much? After all he was looking forward to some ramen. As long as you were happy, he would be too, but he would get jealous quite fast.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry that I don’t have fur and chase after frisbees, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want cuddles and food…”

After one month or so, the puppy would have melted his heart and you would be the one jealous

At first:

Originally posted by garisanee


Originally posted by daehyeons


Thanks to the anonnie who requested this, I hope you guys liked my first ever Monsta X reaction~~

Thanks for reading!

deceive  asked:

im thinking about hanzo76 now and its just so... bad. like just. awful. like they both order nothing but water on the first date and sit there uncomfortably for a solid ten minutes n hanzos like Shall we go to your place. but jack doesnt have a place hes been crashing at ana's for the past however many months and hes like Yeah ok. sure. (texting ana under the table telling her to go grocery shopping)

@cisish literally tagged my post with “theyd just sit there and mumble about their depression with each other” and that is for a fact LITERALLY what would happen like hanzo is a scorpio mars and he cuts right to the chase and Invites Him To His Boudoir but then they actually get to his motel room and he and s76 (soldier is sitting in a musty armchair and hanzo is sitting on the bed 7 ft away from him) are just staring at each other and then s76 has to go home bc he forgot to take his NSAIDs on time so he quietly says “yea um. bye. you can message me later maybe?” and its 20 minutes into walking back to anas apartment that he goes “fuck i forgot to give him my number” 

I only date Italians (Tony DiNozzo X Reader)

Criminal Minds/NCIS

Warnings: Um, I don’t think theres any major ones… I mean its a CM/NCIS story so mentions of death like once but nothing happens to main characters.

This isn’t my best work but you know sometimes things don’t go as planned. I like this story so that’s all that matters right?

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So I work the six UScan self scanners at my grocery store and for some reason customers decided to come through the self checkout with FULL carts. Usually this isn’t a problem (except the fact that that’s against store policy) but there’s always this one older woman who goes through the self checkout with a full cart and she always pushes the ‘call attendant’ button and every time I go over to see if she needs help she always demands that I help her scan her items. This wasn’t a problem until we got a new scanner system that makes it to where I have to scan my barcode at the particular checkout that needs help. Well today she went through self checkout like normal and as I was halfway though scanning her stuff for her two other lanes started beeping for me and I had to leave her order to help them so I wouldn’t get in trouble (the new system times your response times and if you aren’t fast enough you get written up) well she was LIVID that I wouldn’t finish her order for her and started yelling at me from across the UScan area complaining and threatening to call my manager and complain about me. So I finished helping the other two people and as I turned around to go back to her one of my managers was talking to her. I was freaking out thinking 'oh my god this is it I’m going to get written up’ and as I walked over to them my manager was explaining to the customer that SHE was in the wrong because it was against policy to make me scan her stuff for her and my manager said that if she wanted someone to scan her order for her then she would have gone through a normal lane. Well the customer was PISSED after that and ranted about how the store down the road from ours didn’t have that policy and that it was okay and then stormed out of the store mid-order. As I was gathering that customers order to give to the baggers to put back the manager came over and handed me a $3 store coupon to apologize for the customer. It was so wild.

Feels So Good Being Bad (Merle Dixon x Female Reader) - Smut

Summary: You’re back in your hometown after things ended badly with your now ex-boyfriend. A certain redneck you’ve had a crush on before you left town caught your eyes again and you decide to have some fun.

A/N: Set in a pre-apocalyptic world where Merle is a mechanic and for some reason he has Rooker’s gorgeous curls. I want to give a thanks to @noodlecupcakes and @katelynnhp for beta reading!

Warnings: Sexual Content, Teasing, Spanking, Oral, Rough Sex, Explicit Language.

It was a humid and hot summer day, one of those days that seemed to go on forever. Sitting next to your mom in her car, you stared out through the window in boredom at the tedious town outside. You hated being home again, in the town where time appeared to stand still. You hated being jobless, poor, and forced to move back home in your mid twenties when your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend had cheated on you and the place you’d been living at belonged to him. Finding no other choice, you headed back home to your mom who lived alone after your dad died a couple of years ago.

Your mom drove into the parking lot in front of the grocery and parked in the space closest to the store. Sighing, you opened the door and stepped outside, not looking where you were going and walked straight into a thick body dressed in a white undershirt that’s definitely seen better days and a pair of stonewashed jeans.

“Woah, look where ya goin’, li’l missy,” said a husky voice and you tilted your head upwards, meeting the man’s intense, blue eyes. There was a spark of recognition in both your eyes but he was faster to react. Mostly because you were too mesmerized by those eyes to say a single word.

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erin-m-brown  asked:

Hello!! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where Betty and Jughead made a promise to each other when they were slightly younger to marry each other if neither of them was married by thirty-five and so Jughead tries to sabotage every relationship that Betty has till then? If so that would be amazing and again I love your writing and I can't wait for part three of that story!

Okay, to finish out this request, I’m going to have to make a part 2 lol. So here’s the part where they make the pact, and part 2 will be the series of times Jughead tries to sabotage her relationships. Hope that’s okay! 

@riverdale-ships also sent in a request to have a fic about Bughead as kids being really cute together, so I hope it’s alright that I combined the two. <3

Note: This takes place when Betty and Jughead are in the 4th Grade, so everyone is either 9 or 10 years-old. 

“Juggie, give it back!”

Betty lunged for the book that Jughead was holding high above his head, using all her strength to snatch it out of his grasp.

“I’m saving you the heartache, Bets, this book does not have a satisfying ending and wouldn’t be worth your time to finish,” Jughead explained, yanking the book away and shielding it against his chest. “In fact, we should probably just burn it now and save everyone else the misery it caused me.”

Betty stared him down, waiting for him to make his move before faking a lunge in one direction and shuffling her feet to dive for the book in the other direction. Betty smiled to herself triumphantly as she ran her hand along the cover that read The Bridge to Terabithia, before looking up to meet Jughead’s annoyed gaze.

“That’s my decision to make, Juggie,” Betty reminded him, tucking the book safely away inside her desk and turning in her chair to smile back at the red-headed boy chatting with his friends at the other end of the classroom. “Besides, Archie said it was really good and I trust his judgment.”

Please,” Jughead scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically as he followed her gaze back to their friend who was now making his way over to them with his brand new lunchbox in his hands. “The last book Archie read was Chicka Chicka Boom Boom in the first grade.”

“Actually, I just read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe for my book report, Jugs,” Archie informed him, swinging his lunchbox around by the handle as he passed them to stand in line for the lunchroom. “I loved it.”

“Oh, well, I stand corrected,” Jughead muttered sarcastically, a light-hearted tone to his voice as Archie smiled at him with amused eyes and headed out of the classroom towards the cafeteria.

A designer lunch bag swung around Jughead’s shoulder to land with a thud on his desk, causing worksheets to fly everywhere and land in various spots around the room.

“Sorry that not all of us can stand to read those boring mystery novels you like, Jughead,” Cheryl Blossom teased, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders as she tossed it behind her with a flick of her wrist. “We are only in the 4th grade  after all - or have you forgotten that small fact with that useless pea-sized brain of yours?”

“Yeah, and I bet all those fashion magazines you read are doing wonders for your intellect, Cheryl,” Jughead spat, pushing her lunchbox off his desk just as she grabbed the handle to pull it away effortlessly. “Gotta remember to pick one of those up on my next grocery store run. Not that you’ve even stepped foot in one of those before - you probably have no idea what I’m talking about!”

“Juggie, come on, we’re going to be late for lunch,” Betty gently pulled on Jughead’s arm and lead him towards the door to the classroom as they let Cheryl saunter by, her hair swinging behind her like a pendulum in an old grandfather clock. “Archie said he would save us a seat.”

“I swear, Betty, sometimes you’re the only person in the entire world I can stand to be around,” Jughead admitted, running his fingers along the brick wall of the hallway as they walked past each classroom. “No one gets me like you do.”

“Well, you are pretty complicated for a nine-year-old,” Betty informed him, giving him a sideways smile as she shuffled her feet along the tiled floor to keep up with him. “You can’t really blame everyone else for not liking the same things you like.”

“I don’t need them to like the things I like, Bets,” Jughead sighed. “I don’t even need them to like me. In fact, I don’t need them at all. The only people I need are you and Jellybean and Archie and that’s it, I’m set for the rest of my life.”

“What about when you get older?” Betty asked, her ponytail swinging forward to hit her cheek as she turned to look at Jughead. “Aren’t you going to want to meet a girl and get married one day?”

“I don’t know,” Jughead furrowed his brows together as he let this notion sink in. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Well I think your future wife will be pretty lucky,” Betty told him, her lips twitching up into a wide smile. “Whoever she is.”

“Hey, I have an idea,” Jughead stopped suddenly, grabbing Betty’s arm as they watched their classmates filing into the cafeteria. “Let’s make a pact right now. If neither of us are married by the time we’re - I don’t know, what would you consider old?”


“Okay, if neither of us are married by the time we’re thirty-five, we agree to marry each other, no questions asked,” Jughead posed the idea, his hands gesticulating wildly as he let the dozens of thoughts swirling around his mind transform into spoken word. “We’ll just go to the courthouse like those people I saw on that reality show, and then we’ll get married and that will be the end of that.”

“You sure you don’t want to fall in love first?” Betty wondered, a distant smile forming on her lips as she thought about all the fairytales she read when she was younger about princesses who met their prince and fell in love. “I always thought that sounded really nice.”

“Well, I like you a lot,” Jughead reasoned, shrugging his shoulders as he turned to gesture towards her ponytail. “Your hair smells nice and you give me your leftover chips at snack time. I think that’s close enough, right?”

“I guess you’re right,” Betty agreed. “Okay, we have a deal. Secret handshake?”

“It’s not an official deal without it,” Jughead reminded her, sticking out his hand as he prepared to complete the complicated handshake they created the summer after second grade.

“Betty, Jughead, over here!” Archie called out to them from inside the cafeteria, causing Betty to turn away from Jughead and wave back to him with a giant smile plastered on her face.

“There’s Archie, let’s go!” Betty exclaimed, leaving Jughead’s side and hurrying into the lunchroom to take her seat next to Archie.

“Come on, Archie, help a kid out here,” Jughead muttered under his breath, watching as Betty dumped out her lunch bag onto the table before spinning around in her seat to laugh at something Archie just said. “I don’t stand a chance if you keep making her smile like that.”

With that, Jughead headed through the double doors to join his friends at their usual lunch spot, already formulating the various plans he would put into place to ensure that he would always be able to stick to his pact with Betty no matter what.

December birthday (part two)

Originally posted by imsteelgirl

“How long are you giving me the silent treatment for then?” Harry sighed mid-story. When I had woken up on the sofa (with a pain in my neck and cold toes from being too tall for the seat), I could hear Harry rattling around in the kitchen as he hummed along to the song playing on the radio.

After finding the energy to lift my head from the cushion, I shuffled in to get a glass of water and some paracetamol and ignored his ‘good morning’ greeting, deciding instead to sit myself down at the table and busy myself with replying to Poppy’s messages.

“’m not giving you the silent treatment.” I eyed him. “I just have nothing to say to you.”

“Love,” He sighed, setting down the dishcloth he had in his hand and moving to pull out the chair opposite me on the table. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”

“You don’t.”

“You know I didn’t do it purpose, I have your present wrapped up n’ everything.” He continued. “jus’ got the dates mixed up.”

“I don’t want any presents, Harry.” I snapped, finally looking up at him. “All I wanted was to have you for one day. You couldn’t even fit me into your busy schedule for one day.”

“Hey, c’mon now, it’s not like that!” He protested gently, brows furrowing at the thought.

“Yes it is! That’s exactly how it is!” My voice had raised now out of frustration but I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “This isn’t just about my birthday, you haven’t been with me for weeks now.” I shook my head and looked down at my fingers as a means of distraction. “There’s always something more important- whether it’s a meal out or a quiet night in and now even my birthday, I just don’t feel like I-“ I took a deep, shuddering breath as I found a way to word my next sentence.

“Like you what?”

“I don’t feel like I mean as much to you as you do to me.” His face fell when I said it and it broke my heart to see him look so sad, but it was the truth. “And that’s ok, I can’t force you to- just don’t keep leading me on.”

With that said, I quickly stood up from the table, placed my glass in the sink and made my way upstairs for a shower. Harry didn’t move or make an attempt to respond to me- which I was glad for, because I wasn’t sure I had much more to say to him.

Once I was showered and dressed, I grabbed my coat and keys and made my way downstairs. The radio was no longer on and Harry wasn’t humming to himself as he normally would but I knew he was still here because I could hear the light clatter of the cutlery against his plate as he ate silently and alone.

It broke my heart to think that he may have set out a plate for me, hoping I’d come join him and it took eveything in me to not peek round and check; because I knew that if I discovered he had, I would have forgotten that I was left on my own yesterday and would have dropped everything to be with him. So, instead, I slipped on my shoes and left the house without another word.


After the events of the past 48 hours, I found it strange that all I wanted was to have a day on my own; and in between getting a few groceries, walking round Hyde park and sitting alone in a small coffee shop, I had time to think about everything over the past few months.

There was that feeling of guilt floating around inside me, for being so harsh and unforgiving with Harry but it wasn’t him forgetting my birthday that made me so upset- it was the fact that he spent so little time with me recently that I felt like nothing more than a burden when we did have any time together and him forgetting when my birthday was after years of making it so special, made me wonder if he even cared anymore.

From: Harry 14:20pm

Hope you’re enjoying your day wherever you are but I have something planned for you if you can come home this evening? If you don’t want to I understand but Iet me know xx


From: Harry 14:21pm

I love you xx

To: Harry 14:34

 I’ll be home around six.



True to my word, I arrived home at six o’clock and was met with a darkened house- the only sign that Harry was home was the dim light I could see through the living room window which was most likely a candle.

As I stepped through the door and set my keys in the dish on the shelf, I found what looked like a homemade cinema ticket- with Harry’s messy handwriting scrawled across it.



For the first time since yesterday morning, I felt a smile tug at my lips. Without having to look, I felt his presence in front of me and I kept my gaze on the homemade ticket as I spoke.

“What’s all this?” I gave him a tiny smile as I looked up to see him look as nervous as I had ever seen him before.

“November 18th.” He cleared his throat and I looked at him with a confused expression. “The night we were supposed to go to the cinema together and I cancelled because I was stupid enough to think that a drink with my mates was more important.”

“Harry, that was no big deal.” I laughed softly. “I’m not gona hold a grudge with you because I didn’t get to see a movie.”

“No.” He shook his head, silencing me. “’s not the point, I shouldn’t have let you down.”


“Alright, so will you come to the ‘cinema’ with me or not?” He tried his best to sound confident as he changed the subject but I could see in his eyes that he was nervous.

“Is there popcorn?”


“Well then I guess I might go.” I smiled.

“Before popcorn, we have chinese for that lazy night in we missed on 30th October.” He began, clapping his hands together as he led his way into the living room- where I found a mountain of blankets, chinese food on the coffee table, the movie title playing on the tv and a bowl of popcorn sitting next to the remote.

“Harry, this is really thoughtful.” My heart was melting at how much effort he had put it- it wasn’t what I expected to get off him at all.

“And,” He called from the kitchen. “Prosecco for that night of Joanne and Dean’s wedding, when I left you in the room alone with the bottle of prosecco we were supposed to share.”

“You didn’t have to do this, I wasn’t bitter aboout those things, H.” I said and I genuinely meant it from the bottom of my heart.

“I know you weren’t, but you had every right to be.” He sounded nothing less than  disappointed in himself. “I know I’ve been a pretty shit boyfriend the past while-”

“You haven’t, it was just-“

“I have.” He shook his head. “I have been. I’ve been putting everyone else before you and you’ve never once complained. I know you must think you don’t mean much to me but you’re so wrong- you’re everything to me and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Ok, now you’re sounding cheesy.” I laughed.

“I know, I know.” He chuckled with me. “But basically I just wanted to say sorry for everything and, starting tonight, I’ll make it up to you if you’ll forgive me.”

I pretended to think for a few seconds but couldn’t take the look of anxiousness in his eyes any longer.

“Of course I will you cheeseball.”

I'm so mad right now

If you follow Kim Rhodes or Creation Stands on twitter, then you probably know why. A young woman has died due to a lack of insurance. DIED. For those in the back, because of a lack of money, a hospital refused to perform a life-saving surgery. IT WAS PREVENTABLE. Not only that, they refused to send her to a different hospital that was willing to do the surgery because of liability issues transporting someone so ill. (It sounds like the second hospital later said they couldn’t afford to do it, either, but still.)

I have always been of the mind to never let money be a factor when the chips are down like this. Do the thing and figure out the rest later. Money is never as important as a human life. The fact that a HOSPITAL doesn’t share this opinion shakes me.

Mostly, I’m mad because there’s nothing that I could have done. Yes, they set up a gofundme and I could have donated to that, but the chances of that account filling enough to cover the surgery were always slim.

There is something we can do, now, though. The family feels alone and abandoned, on top of being far from home and having to face finding money to cremate and bury their daughter. #SPNFamily has been called upon to send sympathy cards with gas/food/grocery gift cards to the family’s home address. Even just a note saying that you’re thinking of them will help.

Tom & Kathy
2905 S. 12th Ave.
Broadview, IL 60155

Let’s kick this in the ass, people.

Real Smiles

Originally posted by darain39

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Lydia, Scott, Kira, Malia, Liam, Stiles, Jennifer(mentioned)

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff. That’s it

Word count: 475

Summary: The pack make a discovery about their sour wolf

A/N: This is based on a request i got from an anon-Can you do a Derek imagine where you are Derek’s girlfriend and the pack finds your instagram and it has pictures of you two on it doing cute things and Derek is smiling and they confront him and they find them sleeping together? (Actually sleeping) Thanks!

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @december-sunrise @beaconhills17@winchesterreid@helvonasche@fly-f0rever @kaitlynnlovegood


It was lunch. 

The pack sat around the table, talking about normal human things for once, now that the threat of Kate was over with. 

Scott was staring at Kira, while Liam was talking to Malia and Stiles, Lydia joining in on the conversation from time to time, distracted by her phone.

“Oh my god, guys”, she said, not looking up from her phone, too fascinated by what she was seeing.

“What? What is it?” Scott asked, thinking maybe there had been some sort of new attack.

“You know Miss Y/l/n?”

“The new teacher? Yea. What about her?” Stiles replied, curious as to why she was bringing the woman up.

“Well, look at this”.  

She showed her phone to the entire pack, all the members trying to get a look at the picture.

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My first job was working at Ralphs Grocery.. When I would go in my break I would get food from the service deli. A beautiful woman named Ms.Sharon worked there & would always tell me “You know dark chocolate is good for your heart.” We would share a laugh & a smile every time because I knew she was talking about my skin color 🖤 I don’t think I’ve been more in love with my skin color than I have these past few years!
Also shoutout to the fact that this is film so there is no editing this just me sitting in the shade & skin looks like the little boy from moonlight. Happy about that, wow. Photo by @jorgannelsen ! Happy Blackout Guys! Instagram: Jessiridescent ✨

Mimi Todoroki

Here is the text I promised to fit Mimi in the better care universe. There are a lot of angst at the beginning as I took the time to give a context. Mimi’s birth move the twin’s from year one to year 3 and the second daughter for a couple of year too. I will rewrite those scene in the upcoming days. For now, enjoy the One-shot. I hope you’ll like it. 

@gunnigun this is for you too =) I hope you’ll be okay with it Xo It is quite long. But here is your “poison” (since gift is poison in German apparently ? XD)

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