and totally called this a month ago

I’m Not Jealous


Joe’s POV

Y/N had been broken before, a few times actually. Every guy that she has dated seemed really nice but ended up being a total dick. Even the guys that she has just hooked up with have been jerks. 

A few months ago, she had called me crying saying that she was over dating and that every man she has ever met sucked. Why she called me instead one of her girl friends I have no idea but I sat and listened as she opened up on about all of her past relationships, many of which I didn’t know had even happened. 

Y/N and I used to be close, very close. In the past 4 years I have gotten to know her so well that I couldn’t see her not in my life, but that all changed last year when she started dating the guy who had had fueled her tearful swearing off of men. Needless to say, I was very surprised by her phone call and even more surprised when all I heard were sobs on the other side of the line.

After that phone call, it was almost like things had gone back to the way they used to be, pre-boyfriends. It had been 3 months of homemade dinners or late night take aways, sleepovers and all nighters, taking absolute shit about the things we’d be doing if we had chosen a different career path. 

This was how we had gotten so close. Other than my sister, I have never opened up to anyone about what was running through my mind than I had done with Y/N. She knew all my secrets and I knew hers and when she started dating her ex, I was terrified that I had lost that person. 

That phone call broke my heart and I swore to her that I would never let anyone hurt her like he did. I loved her but not in a romantic way regardless to what all of our friends thought. I loved being around her because she made me laugh and could calm me down when work was getting to me. I valued our friendship and didn’t want it to be ruined by some guy who only had the intentions of sleeping with her.


Y/N was on her way over for one of our weekly dinners. She had canceled the past 2 weeks so we were overdue to catch up.

“Knock knock” Y/N’s voice floated through my flat and I heard the door shut behind here.

“In here.” I called out from the kitchen.

“Hi!” She said setting her things on the worktop before moving around it to embrace me in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in forever it feels like.”

“Yeah, two weeks is quite a long time. Especially for people who usually talk every day.”

“I know, I know. Works been rough and I’ve just been so busy.” She said taking a seat at the worktop.

It was like she lived here. She moved through my flat like I was the guest in her own flat. It was refreshing in a way to have someone be so comfortable around you.

“Well I hope you’re hungry because dinner is nearly ready.” I said as I watched her eyes light up.

“Oh I forgot to tell you,” Y/N said taking a sip of her drink, “I’ve been seeing someone.”

“What?” I said almost choking on my food.

“Yeah, I also want you to meet him and give me your honest opinion about him. He’s not like the other guys and we don’t really have that much in common but its kind of okay.” She said casually.

“When did this happen?”

“About 2 months ago. We met at the library of all places. I was struggling to find a certain book, you know that one that everyone is reading?” She paused to look at me and quickly realized that the title of the book wasn’t that important, “Anyways long story short, it turned out that he had just picked up the last copy and BAM!”

“Bam?” I asked looking at confused.

“He asked my to dinner, told me I could have the book if I promised to give it to him after I finished over dinner.”

“And you did?” 

“Yeah, we discussed the book on our second date. He let me keep it if you are looking for a good read.” 

“Um, I think I’m good. Thanks” I said standing up and taking our empty plates over to the sink.

“Okay…so would you want to meet him or are you just going to trust my judgment although that has never been the best.” She taking taking another sip of her drink.

“Umm, yeah sure.”

“Yeah sure?”

“I thought you said you were done dating?” I said, recalling the phone call in which she was in tears. 

“I didn’t mean it Joe. It was just in the heat of the moment thing- I was hurt and I was just talking shit.” She said sounding a little confused.

“It didn’t sound like shit Y/N. You were crying your eyes out, I could barely even understand you. I’ve seen you sad and upset, but never like that.”

“Joe it’s not like I’m going back to him. This is a new guy who is very different from any guy I have ever dated. And I can’t exactly swear off men if I one day want to get married and have kids, dating is the first step and for me, that involves men.”

“Yeah I know that. It’s’s just stupid. Never mind. I’ll meet your new boyfriend if you really want me to.” I said not wanting to get into a big fight with someone I might lose to her new boyfriend.

“Joe what is going on?” She said standing up and walking over to me.

“Nothing.” I said resting my palms on the counter and hanging my head down.

“Obviously something is up, you’re never like this. If you ask me, you’re sounding kind of jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous Y/N. Why would I be jealous?” I said looking up at her.

“I dunno, you tell me.” She said giving me signature half smile.

That smile, that damn half smile thing that she does would make an innocent man confess in court. Its caring and loving yet firm and asserting and makes you just want to spill everything you have ever bottled up inside. Its the exact reason why we are so close, she flashes that smile every time she knows I need to get something off my chest and she knows it.

“Ugh, I really need you to stop doing that.”

“Then tell me whats wrong.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t want someone to take you away from me like last time. I also don’t want to ever see you that hurt ever again. You thought he was going to be the man you ended up marrying and remember how he turned out. Who’s to say that library boy won’t be the same?”

“Wow.” She said letting out a deep breath, “First off, that is exactly why I want you to meet him. I value your opinion Joe and if I’m not mistaken, you liked the last one too. Granted you ended up seeing through him before I did, but still. Secondly, I understand that that year sucked for us. I barely saw you and that was really rough. I’ve made it clear this time that I need you in my life and he’s actually excited to meet you. He wants to actually get to know the people who love and support me and believe it or not, you’re up there on the list. And thirdly, that sounded a lot like you’re jealous that I haven’t been spending time with you.” She laughed. 

I rolled my eyes as she continued to laugh and pull me into a hug. It was slightly annoying that she was able to go from sweet and sincere to funny and sarcastic in the same sentence.

“Don’t worry Sugg, I’m not going to let that happen again.”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise. And I give you permission to do whatever it takes to make me realize that I’m being a shitty friend if it comes to that.” 

“Can I make a video about how shit you’re being and show the whole world?”

“Um, If it comes to that y…yes?”

“You know I’d never do that, but thanks for giving me the permission” I laughed and I hugged her tightly.

“I love you Joe, don’t forget that.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

“Great!” She said pulling away, “I’m really excited for you to meet him. and who knows, maybe he can join us on these dinners!”

“Um no he can’t. These are our dinners.” I said quickly shooting her a look.

“It was worth a shot!” She laughed as her moved to help me clean up dinner.

92 Questions

A “should we know us a little better” tag

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people
Tagged by @hartwraught ! Thank you bab!

1. Drink: water, a few seconds ago
2. Phone call:  my mom
3. Text message: my main man Griffin
4. Song you listened to: Anniversary by Autoheart
5. Time you cried: this last saturday night
6. Dated someone twice: Freshman and Sophomore years of High School
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Freshman year of high school, regretted that one immediately because he fuckin SUCKED at kissing. And he was being a total creep.
8. Been cheated on: hasn’t happened!
9. Lost someone special: a few months ago, grew apart from one of my best friends.
10. Been depressed: always???
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: hasn’t happened (yet)!

12-14: maroon, black, dark blue

15. Made new friends: Hells yes! A bunch!
16. Fallen out of love: yuppo, i fell pretty fast
17. Laughed until you cried: definitely
18. Found out someone was talking about you: mmmmhm 
19. Met someone who changed you: absolutely
20. Found out who your friends are: oooh yeah
21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: yep

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all but a few
23. Do you have any pets: 2 dogs and four cats!
24. Do you want to change your name: I’ve really grown into Una. I used to want to change my name to be Damien though!
25. What did you do for your last Birthday: saw my bestie then hung out at my lovely datemate’s house
26. What time did you wake up: 7:45
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching youtube with my bestie
28. Name something you can’t wait for: playing Mass Effect 3 more on my Xbox
29. When was the last time you saw your mom: last night
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my mom’s behavior
31. What are you listening to right now: my cat purring
32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yeah!
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my leggings don’t cover all of my legs
34. Most visited Website: tumblr
35. Mole/s: a few, a majority of them on my arms
36. Mark/s: a birthmark on my inner thigh and some very light self harm scars on the back of my wrists and my thighs (been clean for almost 11 months!!!!!!!) and also some scars from bugbites and falling as a kid
37. Childhood dream: to be a marine biologist
38. Hair color: purple and brown
39. Long or short hair: short hair above shoulder length but this cut is going to be short as hell again soon!
40. Do you have a crush on someone: (shhhh don’t tell them but I’m kind of madly in love with @jane-is-joplin, just a lot a bit)
41. What do you like about yourself: my eyes and ability to empathize, also my great book collection
42. Piercings: just ear ones but I plan on getting more
43. Bloodtype: babadook cum
44. Nickname: unss, uncler, una luna, una moon, uma thurman, they just keep going!
45. Relationship status: queer as heckin taken by @jane-is-joplin
46. Zodiac: Aries star
47. Pronouns: they/them or she/her
48. Favorite TV Show: Supernatural
49. Tattoos: not yet but I plan on getting some soon
50. Right or left hand: right
51. Surgery: nope
52. Piercing: 👂
53. Sport: women’s soccer
55. Vacation: just got back from Ireland a week ago!
56. Pair of trainers: I’ve got some rad converse!


57. Eating: i wish
58. Drinking: water
59. I’m about to: clean my bathroom
61. Waiting for: the end of this post 😂
62. Want: to cuddle and play video games
63. Get married: not sure, my parent’s divorce turned me off to the thought of marriage. But! I would love to be my forever home
64. Career: My dream is to own a little LGBT center with a book store/library and a little space for me to write and art

65. Hugs or kisses: this is hard! But! Kisses.
66. Lips or eyes: eyes 😍
67. Shorter or taller: Both!
68. Older or younger: age is but a concept
70. Nice arms or nice stomach: BELLYYYYY
71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive
72. Hook up or relationship: relationships bro
73. Troublemaker or hesitant: well saying as I am very hesitant at heart but wreck havoc on this planet, I’m going with both

74. Kissed a stranger: nope, might try it one day though
75. Drank hard liquor: oh yeah
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: never lost them but broke mine plenty of times!
77. Turned someone down: yep
78. Sex in the first date: nah
79. Broken someones heart: yep
80. Had your heart broken: yep
81. Been arrested: nah (not yet at least)
82. Cried when someone died: yeah
83. Fallen for a friend: oh gods yeah

84. Yourself: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ somewhat
85. Miracles: the universe does some wild things, oh yeah
86. Love at first sight: somewhat
87. Santa Claus: nope
88. Kiss in the first date: yeah!
89. Angels: somewhat!

90. Current best friends name: At this very second its honestly my cat Striper because she’s so fucking cute, Sorry my dudes!
91. Eyecolor: blue
92. Favorite movie: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

tagging @insecureghosts, @jane-is-joplin, @djeventually, @saltinmysugar, @longlivetheyoungatheart, @jetboijetgurl, @lifetothefullest11, @orangeoctopusblues, @doooghnutts, @coffeecatninja, @peachyvegans, @frister and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!

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A;N: Things and people you meet are not always what they seem. 

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: .9,612

Listen to me.

Originally posted by stilinskisvoid

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some things I totally called about Baze and Chirrut months ago that were confirmed by the Guardians of the Whills book:

Baze is such a big thicc strong boy (rucka was ADAMANT about this, I think he has a kink) that bystanders get shook. and he can do parkour

Chirrut has been known to bump off walls like a roomba

A major reason they stay together is because they both have the same dumb sense of humour and find each other hilarious when nobody else does. Meme couple

ships passing in the night.

A quick, (hopefully) fluffy little fic featuring musician!Derek. Inspired by this prompts post of “Reunited AUs.”

now also on ao3!

Stiles is so close to getting somewhere with Derek. He can feel it.

They have inside jokes. They eat lunch together every day in the cafeteria. Stiles has found out that Derek can play like fifteen different instruments and likes to fiddle around with composing music in his spare time, and Derek knows all about Stiles’ fascination with folklore, unexplained phenomena, and The X-Files. Stiles overhears Derek telling Boyd that Stiles is a “brilliant researcher.” Derek has seen Stiles having a panic attack in the men’s restroom and talked him through it, and he went with Stiles as his (sadly platonic) plus-one to his dad’s wedding. There’s even a drunk almost-kiss at their boss Lydia Martin’s engagement party, Stiles making an idiot of himself but Derek smiling fondly anyway, and then—nothing.

“Hey, where’s Derek?” Stiles asks Greenberg when he comes in Monday morning. Derek is one of those annoyingly productive morning people and always beats Stiles to the office. Today his desk is empty. Like, weirdly empty. Stiles would almost venture to call it bare, except that makes no sense. “He’s not sick, is he? Or hungover?”

Although, as far as Stiles knows, Derek doesn’t drink.

“He quit,” Greenberg says, not looking up from the magazine he’s reading, as if this is totally normal.

There’s a strange ringing in Stiles’ ears. “Like, for the day?”

Greenberg doesn’t look up. “Like, for forever.”

It really is that sudden. One day he’s plugging away in the cubicle next to Stiles’, and the next, Stiles finds out from fucking Facebook that Derek Hale is overnight famous.

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A brand new ladder appeared in my yard.

Let me back up a little.

Look, I’m no storyteller, I’m just a high school kid living in literal hell on earth right now. I’m going to try to tell you my story exactly the way it happened, and I really, really hope some of you can help me.

I work in an AMC theater at the local mall. My parents got me the job since they know the owner. The mall itself is a shithole waiting to be turned either into a parking lot or a Costco. I mean, most of the stores are closed and our theater is the only business getting some traffic.

I started working at this AMC about 9 months ago. It pays shit, $11/hr, but I get to see all the movies and eat free stale popcorn, so it’s not totally bad. Unrelated, but one thing I found strange was that we were always closed on Thursdays. Nobody knew why, and my manager told me it’s always been like that, so I never questioned it.

So last week, we all get called into a team meeting where the manager tells us that someone has to work Thursday night. He said the orders came from the top and we had to be open that day. I look around and nobody’s volunteering. Shit, I could use the extra cash, so I raise my hand.

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Guess who’s back again with another Collab!

@bev-nap and I again—that’s the answer haha! A while back I did line art for these two losers in Autumn fashion, ‘cause it was calling out to me and I had the lovely Bev do justice with her amazing coloring! We actually did this collab like a month ago, and neither of us uploaded the results, until now haha!
You can totally find the line work here
and you should totally go stalk Bev’s awesome gallery over here!

—–Also, 3 days left!


So Ransom and Holster are having a terrible time deciding whether to give Nursey or Dex their dibs (they didn’t think it was gonna be an issue, but then it became obvious that Lardo’s dibs would go to Ford because of course they should, manager in the haus is such an excellent tradition we should really put it in the bylaws, bro).

They’d ruled out the possibility of joint dibs a long time ago, because those two frogs fight too much. Which is what they tell Nursey when they offer him the dibs and he’s shocked they aren’t joint with Dex (it was a close call, but Nursey found them their new manager and even Dex has to admit that’s the most important contribution anyone could possibly make to the team, dryer maintenance be damned).

Nursey, being Nursey, says “c'mon bros, Poindexter and I are totally chill now. We’ve been getting along great since, like, a month before we started dating. Ask Chow.”

Holster stares at Nursey suspiciously. Ransom runs downstairs to ask Chowder, who confirms both that the other two frogs are getting along now, and that they’re dating (though he places the start of the the getting along about a month *after* the dating).

The co-captains then have to retreat to their attic for a huddle. They are deeply concerned about the advisability of rooming with one’s significant other, because after all neither of them have managed to date anybody for longer than three months or so, and what happens if the frogs break up? They reach no conclusions, and have to call in Bitty and Lardo.

Bitty and Lardo, once they figure out what all the fuss is about, look at each other very solemnly.

“Well, Bits,” says Lardo,“ the time has finally come. Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

“Oh, you should do the honors; you’ve been here since the beginning.”

“Well then. Ransom, Holster. The reason neither of you has succeeded in dating anyone for very long is that you’re essentially dating each other. And it takes about two months for your girlfriends to work that out.”

Ransom and Holster stare at Lardo, then at Bitty, and then at each other. They declare a D-man conference, and kick the other two back out of the attic–Bitty laughing loudly, and Lardo just shaking her head.

It takes them a couple hours to announce their decision, but Nursey and Dex do eventually get their dibs, together.

Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!

A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)


Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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Too Right To Be Wrong [Chapter 7]

mood board by the talented @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

Chapter 7 of Too Right To Be Wrong

Prologue  Prologue 2  Prologue 3  Prologue 4  Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5  Ch6

Series Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff

You let out a loud gasp as he tugged your panties off swiftly.

“Fuck!” you said under your breath. Never ever had anything made you so aroused in your life.

Mark teased you as his mouth ghosted over your aching core, his hot breath making you want to come undone right there.

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His New Song (M.)

Originally posted by 04pjm

Pairing: Dean x reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff (?)

Word count: 5.9k

Description: One thing led to another when Dean showed you his new song. 

You’ve been waiting so long for this day. And you couldn’t believe it finally happened.

The line was as long as expected and you rolled your eyes to your friend.

“Stop being annoyed! You’ll get to see him, just be a little more patient” your friend Tara said and held you tight. You couldn’t hold back the one tear that rolled down your soft cheek. You immediately brushed it away and smiled.

You and your friend already waited for half an hour and the waiting line got shorter and shorter in front of you. You stood on the tip of your toes, trying to see him.

And there he was. Dean. As beautiful as ever. As cool as ever. He casually signed things for the fans and talked to them for a bit. Of course they were also taking selfies with him. He was wearing a wide white shirt with an oversized jacket. He had a few chains around his neck. And then his hair looked so soft and a few strains fell on his forehead. You only realized now how fast your heart was beating and that you would probably pass out as soon as you stood in front of him.

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anonymous asked:

Come now, Julia, you really think you've done nothing wrong? Sam & Caitriona disagree. They've been shown what you, Lauren & Jess have said about them, about Tony & Mackenzie. There's nothing wrong with calling Tony Cait's PA, purse holder, gay, or Mackenzie an attention seeking babywhore? You made a big mistake by trying to garner pity instead of taking responsibility for your actions. Shipping is fine, insulting Sam, Cait, Tony, Mackenzie isn't. Come clean to your followers about our messages.

and you think your hands are totally clean, right? shippers have done everything wrong but you’ve been nothing but the perfect angel of a fan, right? you ask me to own up to my actions. Fine. I apologized for what I said about Mackenzie and I deleted the post and that was months ago. What more do you want me to do? Calling Tony Cait’s PA is not an insult, nor is calling him her purse holder since that’s literally what he does. He holds her purse and her jacket. Nor is guessing that he might be gay when everything he’s shown me says he might be. If he’s not, well then I’m terribly sorry for assuming such awful things about a person (note the HEAVY sarcasm. apparently being gay is an awful thing in your mind. I’d rather choose to accept everyone for who they are). 

The only thing, in my mind, that I’m guilty of is maybe being too harsh on asshole anons, like yourself. AND YES I am calling you what you are - an asshole. Deal with it. Call me a rude bitch some more, I can’t wait to read that. Maybe I’m guilty of being too quick to judge, being a bit too passive aggressive and sarcastic at times. God forgive me, I’m a human being, much like yourself. I think. I’m allowed to have feelings. I’m allowed to express said feelings and opinions ON MY BLOG without the fear of having my job threatened. 

YOU are the ones coming to harass shippers. YOU are the ones mining for information about us and Sam and Cait. YOU are the ones who brought Tony and Mackenzie and Abbie and every other random anonymous person into the spotlight. YOU. Not shippers, antis. So I’m really terribly sorry we weren’t nice to the people you dragged into this mess. But I am not sorry for shipping. I am not sorry for finding joy in Sam and Cait, both separately and together, and I am not sorry for wanting to believe two people are in love. How dare I, right? Had I known it would end in me writing a police report, I’d probably never have started shipping.

All of you, every single “person” who considers yourself an anti, has crossed a line so many times at this point it’s a fucking miracle karma hasn’t bitten you in the ass in more ways than one. You have stalked, harassed, doxed, threatened and abused shippers for years. Years. I highly suggest you take a good hard look in the mirror before you preach one more time about how shippers are the evil ones in this fandom. The lack of self-awareness in this fandom is absolutely mind boggling. 

And with that, I’m closing my anons. Believe me, this is not what I want to do but for my own sanity I have to for a bit. So anything more you want to tell me, you’re going to have to do it with a username attached. I dare any of you to send me an ounce of this bullshit with your username attached to it. 

waitingforasaturday  asked:

For the ways to say I love you prompt - #80 & Check Please, any pairing.

80. “Is your seatbelt on?” - I took some liberties with the definition of pairing here (sort of), and give you some Shitty & Jack brotp, with Jack acting as a bit of a proxy for Lardo.

“Jack?” Shitty said. He had a crick in his neck and his cheek felt like it was stuck to the table where he’d fallen asleep over a textbook. He pushed himself upright and blinked a few times. “Are you actually here or am I finally hallucinating?” He ran his hands through his hair, still momentarily thrown when they stopped short of his magnificent flow, RIP, and then scrubbed his hands over his face. “If I’m hallucinating and I didn’t even do anything fun to get there, I am gonna be so fuckin’ pissed, brah, let me tell you.”

Jack shook his head and got his hands under Shitty’s arms to haul him out of his chair. “No, you’re not hallucinating. I’m really here, you told me where your extra key was months ago.”

Shitty frowned, brows drawing in. “I… think I remember that. I mean, I totally would have done that, for sure.”

Jack propped Shitty against the wall next to his front door and tossed his jacket at him. Shitty mostly caught it before it hit his face. When he pulled it down out of his eyes, he saw Jack disappear into his bedroom and then emerge with a leather bag his pretentious cousin Gloria had given him last Christmas and insisted on calling a “weekender.” Trust Jack to have 1) found it, and 2) use it for its intended purpose.

“You are so your mother’s son,” he mumbled.


“Nothing,” Shitty said, finally putting the jacket on. “Are you kidnapping me?”

“Yes.” Jack tugged his arm to get him moving again.


“Because last night you called Lardo and rambled to her incoherently for thirty minutes straight about how law school was sucking out your soul before you apparently passed out, and she still has to get her exhibition piece finished, so she called me.”

“So Lardo is kidnapping me by proxy?” He stopped short when they got to Jack’s… vehicle. “You know this truck makes you look like a total tool, right?”

Jack just shrugged and leaned over to pointedly push the passenger door open from the inside. “I like it. Now shut up and get in. You can lecture me about how my car is compensating for my fragile masculinity on the way.”

Shitty climbed in. “On the way where?”

“Samwell.” Jack’s tone indicated he thought Shitty still wasn’t firing on all cylinders if he thought there was any question. He glanced over as he turned the key. “Is your seatbelt on?”

Shitty buckled it with a firm click. “Yeah, man, my seatbelt’s on.”


so when I say “don’t let yourself be the only black person in a group of whites” i have a  total of 3 experiences that come with this piece of wisdom. 

The first time some shit happened, it was on an online chatroom when I was like?? hella young, i think 11 or so. Some white in the group accused me of calling them a bitch (i didnt) and got all the other whites to ostracize me. Months later, the same girl who accused me of that tried to talk to me again, saying “no we didn’t say it was you, it was someone else” and tried to gaslight me. This was just when I was 11.

A few years ago, I was in college and I met this one white girl who introduced me to her white friends. (She had 1 Chinese friend in that group, but still.) I started hanging out with her white friends until a white boy in the group said some bullshit. I can’t remember what he said, I just know that we had a heated argument about the Dominican Republic, and he was tryna tell me about MY island. Next thing you know, I’m out of the group chats, but the white girl was still my roommate. 

One day, she texts me “ugh I hate him” and im like ???? girl what he do (not that Im surprised). And she tells me how he threw a tantrum over the fact that she wrote, on her personal blog, under a readmore cut mind you, that she was on her period. He was grossed out and said she shouldnt say that ever because half the world’s population was grossed out by it.

The entire group jumped on him because the entire group, except him, were white women. SO on top of not being the only black in a group of whites, know that if you are, white women will never have your back with racism, but they will suddenly want your sympathy and emotional support when they get hit with misogyny from their own men.

Its pathetic.

Learn from me, guys.

Don’t let yourself be the only black person a group of whites.

(I’m intentionally leaving out the third part because it was pretty recent and has to do with a group of whites on tumblr and my petty ass would @ them, but I’m not about to drag some whites to this blog when they shouldnt even know anything about it)

-mod r


D: “- Welcome, let me know if I can help you guys with anything…”

W: “- What about you? You’ve been nagging about my lovelife all afternoon… are you seeing anyone?”
L: “- Nah! I’m a single mom with two toddlers remember! Oh my plumbbob, look at these shorts!? My butt would never fit into these…”
W: “- Don’t change the subject…. though, geerbs! Didn’t notice how hot the clerk was until now! AND she’s wearing those shorts. Holy gnome”
L: *sigh*
L: “- Hm, well, I actually met someone on my Twikkii trip… He was a mess of course, newly divorced, totally broken and bad timing and all that jazz… but he was super hot and funny… kind.”
W: “- Call him!”
L: “- Did you miss the words “newly divorced”, “broken” “bad timing”…?”
W: “- That was like.. ? Two month ago? Maybe he’s all up for it now…”
L: “- Not sure I’m up for taking advice from you! You’re not exactly a role model for getting over exes… ”

Gone || Jason Todd x Reader

BASED ON PROMPT: “For once , stop pretending you’re okay ! Just talk to me ! ”

You had been staring at that single piece of clothing for almost thirty minutes now , and you didn’t even have a clue as to why. Jason always left his stuff lying around your place , and finding one of his favorite shirts in your closet shouldn’t have disabled you from doing what you were actually doing. But it did. It did , because you hated how you still found little traces of him in your life even though you were trying so desperately to forget he was ever even a part of your life. But its difficult to forget someone who was such an integral part of your life , and it was even more difficult when that person had actually managed to do that with plenty of ease.

Honestly , you didn’t even take notice of how fast everything was going and when it came crashing down , you were a little dumbstruck to say at the least. Dating Jason had always been a whirlpool of emotions and before you knew it , you were being dragged into the the details of his night time job. And it wasn’t like you particularly minded it , it brought you closer to him , even if it was slightly crazy. But you got adjusted to it and before you knew it, you and Jason were closer than ever. That is , till he randomly and totally out of the blue , broke it off and left you confused and kind of heartbroken. Everything had been going just fine till one day he gave you the most cliche breakup call of all time , with the whole “it’s not you it’s me ” and “I’m doing this to protect you , it’s for your own good ”. And the breakup didn’t hurt as much as his half-assed cliche breakup reason did.

But that was almost two months ago , during which Jason moved on in the speed of lightening. No call , no text , hell ,he didn’t even come to pick up his stuff from your place. You actually talked to his brothers more than you talked to him. Which is exactly why you were trying to get over him yet here you were staring at an old t-shirt like your life depended on it.

Letting out a loud grunt of frustration , you threw the shirt on the ground and stood up. Taking a deep breath , you grabbed your phone to call your friend over and see if she was up for a girl’s night in. Halfway across dialing her number , your phone rang , the screen lighting Up with the digits of an unknown number that made you strangely anxious.

Deciding to answer the call , you put the phone to your ear and before you could even say a basic hello, a gruff voice spoke up from the other end of the line,
“(Y/N) , it’s Jason , he got hit with the fear toxin. I’ve tried everything but he keeps calling out your name only ”

And there goes moving on , you thought sarcastically as your heart clenched at the words , disabling you from even answering. Sensing your distress , Bruce or Batman whatever , spoke up again ,
“He needs you (Y/N)”

Which would lead up to your current situation where you had been with a very heavily sedated Jason for nearly an hour now. His screaming had died down a while ago and now he was just lying there unconiscious and breathing in short gasps of air. Bruce and the others had gone out to control whatever mayhem was out there and you had been left alone with Jason .

You were nearly asleep when he stirred awake , pulling his hand away from yours , which he had held in a firm grasp the whole time now.
“How did you get here ?” Was the first thing he asked after waking up fully while you just stared at him for a while before shaking your head and answering ,
“Bruce called me over. You got hit by the fear toxin and he needed my help since he had to leave ”
“Well I would have been fine eventually , there was no need of calling you over ” he said dismissively and something inside you just sort of burst open.
“Well how nice ” you hissed “no oh hey thanks (Y/N ) for actually helping me out when I needed it ” or “hey sorry for scaring you and making you think i was fucking dead !”

Jason’s gaze softened slightly as he put his hands up a little ,“Geez (Y/N) thanks , I’m fine now I guess , so it’s okay !” . And that was when you lost it. You had gone two months without a single call or text from him , and when you finally did , you were met with a half dead Jason and this kind of reaction was what you get after being scared half to death.
“For once stop pretending you’re okay ! Just talk to me jason , goddamnit , it won’t fucking kill you ! ” You yelled
“I’m not pretending to be anything so there’s not much to talk about ” he responded and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.
“There’s never not much to talk about with you is there ? You can randomly just dump my ass , and there’s nothing to talk about , you can disappear into thin air and be dead for all I know , and there’s nothing to talk about and you can actually suffer and scream Infront of me and then tell me there’s nothing much to talk about. And I’m sick of always thinking about you and you not even bothering to goddamn talk to me !”

You didn’t even know where all that came from and how it came so suddenly but it was genuine enough to make Jason waver .
“No , (Y/N) , it’s not like that , I ..” he started , moving towards you but you turned around and moved away.
“I’m tired and I’m going home , Jason. Tell Alfred I said goodbye. ”


Miss Me? - Part One

Pairing: CrowleyxReader

Summary: Crowley finds out you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dean fixing cars and shit and decides to show you you’re his

Warnings: Smut smut smut ladies and germs. Oh and swearing probably

Word Count: 1,515

A/N: This is going to be a two parter. Pure smut ladies and gents! Requests are open! Leave me some feedback y'all it helps a lot :)
A/N2: I am also currently working on a request for Crowley, so keep your eyes peeled for that ;)
(Ps: I hope the tags work because some people were saynig that it didn’t tag them in my last one sooo yep)

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Fuck my employee

I’m an assistant manager of a very popular optical chain in Arizona. I have this employee (20f) who does not understand that my manager and I will only help her if she is a good employee. I transferred to this new location in October2016 and so far she has called out more time than anyone I’ve ever worked with. She has multiple excuses car, child, herself and every time she calls out, she’s always on Facebook posting about her day which usually isn’t bad. She recently got a new boyfriend even though she’s legally still married who (I’m guessing) is the reason she’s calling out Every Friday.

Anyway the actual story. About 2 months ago, she asked to transfer to a location that was closer to her because she was getting a divorce from her (STILL soon to be) husband. That’s fine right? Yeah totally. my manager and I talk to our district manager, find her a location, and plan everything. Suddenly she says she doesn’t want to go. Okay, cool. So we cancel and apologize to our DM. Fast forward a week ago, she tells me that she’s been talking to the DM for a few weeks and she’s going to be transferring in 2 weeks. Ok. 2 problems. 1) I called my manager and she hadn’t heard anything about it. So she went above our heads without permission. 2) i called my DM and she said they had only talked about it today not a few weeks ago.

OKAY! So she gives her 2 weeks notice required to move, but everyday this week she has been late or has called out and not doing her job very well. (Even though she wasn’t that good to begin with). Aside from that she is making huge mistakes with insurance companies, cussing in front of patients, being on her phone while talking to patients directly in front of her, leaving early without our permission, and having personal conversations filled with sex in front of patients. Overall she’s a terrible employee who thinks we will help her after making us deal with a fully booked schedule by ourselves which is near impossible. I can’t wait for next Saturday when she leaves and gets a big slap in the face that the manager at that store has a 0 tolerance level for anything unprofessional.

my dad drops bad news so casually it’s hilarious. like three years ago, we were planning on taking a road trip to disneyland and two days before we had to leave, my dad called my mom and said “i’m at the hospital right now. I’m about to get my appendix taken out in a bit” super casually that my mom thought he was joking?? 

and then a few months ago, my sister and mom were out of the country and my dad and I had our flight in three days. but that night, my dad got into a car accident that completely destroyed the car (he was totally fine). so when we saw my mom a few days later, my dad didn’t say anything until one night my mom saw him looking up cars and when she asked what he was doing, he replied with, “i crashed your car we need a new one” and continued scrolling through websites