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@dae-dreamxx replied to your post: castielsinwhite replied to your answer: So I am…

WHO DOES THIS TO MILK OMG the poor milk

@ibgbang replied to your post: castielsinwhite replied to your answer: So I am… 

BAGGED MILK?!

Listen….. idk…. I didn’t realize it was weird until I was informed a few weeks ago… Tbh it’s odd to me that people like drink it from like jugs…. idk… Cultural differences I guess lmao.

haewynfirebow  asked:

Okay, yes hello, I saw one of your other asks and I'm curious now, WHAT THE HELL IS BAGGED MILK??? I'm a US resident and I have never heard of such a thing please explain to this confused person?

LMAO OK SO BAGGED MILK 101

An introduction by a certified™ Canadian

Milk is sold in these plastic bags…

… which you slide into these special jugs…

… then you cut off the corner to make a spout…

… and voilà! Enjoy your bagged milk!

anonymous asked:

Is there a bag of mix gummy fazbears? Because I think all the Bear Animatronics are all true gummy bears in the world! :D

…………..yes

What He Sees

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: angst, self doubt and self loathing, fan hate, fluff, mild smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is the SECOND fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “You should be able to see that I’m 90% crap..” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for Steph, @torn-and-frayed Hope you like it, dear. Thanks for celebrating with me.

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Feedback welcome and appreciated

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Handprints (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: You almost hit Bucky Barnes with your car, leaving an impressive handprint on your hood. If only you knew then what else those hands would do.

 Words: 1,308

 Warnings: blood, bruising, near-death action stuff, swearing, smut,

 A/N: I really wanted to experiment with my writing style for this one, I tried to make it feel more like a poem or stylized prose while taking a kind of minimalist approach, but I didn’t really stick to that as strictly as I would have liked. I’d love to hear what ya’ll think about the style (and anything else- i’m always open to constructive criticism)

HUGE shout-out to the amazing @lowkeybuckytrash for proofreading this for me and being an all around wonderful person <3 <3


Your hand searches blindly for the ringing phone in your bag. You’re trying to keep your eyes on the road. Finally, you find it in the depths of your bag and answer the call without looking. “Talk to me.” You pull up to a red light and roll to a stop.

“Hey, this is Hill. Are you on your way to the tower? There’s been a development in the case, we need you here for the mission brief, ASAP.”

The light turns green, you rush forward.

“Yeah, I’m already on my way, just a few blocks out. What happened that it’s suddenly so urgent?”

“Another scientist has gone missing, this is more serious than we thought.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a-SHIT!”

You slam the brakes.

A hand! The screeching of tires and the sound of crunching metal. A metal hand crashes into the hood of your car, forcing you to a stop. You look up, shaken; bright blue eyes glare at you through the windshield. The lights had changed, you hadn’t noticed.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so ideas for a sachet to help me at an art meeting? I'll be discussing a piece I worked for months on but I'm really bad at vocalizing ideas so any ideas on what may be good?

Charm bag for Expressing creativity

  • an orange bag
  • a golden or silver ribbon
  • bay leaf
  • chamomile
  • basil
  • rose petals
  • cloves
  • labradorite or calcite crystal

Light a candle, ground, meditate (or not), just as you would do for any ritual. Then take all your ingredients one by one, focus on the intent you want to put in them and add them into the bag. While closing it, charge it with your positive energy.

Carry that bag with you the day of the meeting and take the time to smell it and focus on the creativity energy it contains before starting your speech.

Good luck!


The Witch Is In - Ask me anything

Hi! I’m Yoongi. I work full-time as a videographer and photographer (and occasionally take part in cinematography work). 

I’m currently staying in Korea and taking a break from travelling and trying to focus on professional projects based in Seoul.

If you’re curious about anything like my work, equipment, my personal life, or anything else; don’t be shy and come ask me here!


Min Yoongi, a 26-year-old videographer based in Seoul, South Korea, is gaining popularity from his cinematic youtube videos and short film productions, as well as his occasional work in blockbuster movies! But in his seemingly normal life 

YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT….

Admin here, I’m formerly @ask-mintwinsarchive and fuckedy cookery I said a few months, it turned into a week. Anyway, I’m back, and I think I’m going to enjoy this AU and it’ll be organised for once. So, enjoy Yoongi’s lil adventures and ot7 shenanigans whilst I try not to fuck up lmao.

1 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count: 
3,745

series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

Originally posted by annabartollo

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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Stereotypical (3)

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), angst, mentions of sex.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Okay, so. Shit is gonna hit the fan on this one. Enter: Steve, Tony and Pepper. It might feel like I’m skipping over some crucial stuff, but don’t worry! I’ll get to that. Enjoy! 

Business went on as usual for the next few days, the only thing different was that James wouldn’t let you go to meetings alone anymore with anyone he didn’t know. You’d jumped up and down, pleaded left and right, but he wouldn’t have any of it. After finally giving in, James took you to lunch and had to physically pull a folder out of your hands to get you to eat.

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TalesFromRetail: The Fishing Section

Hello, I work at the blue department store in Australia.

In this story, I am working as a customer greeter at the front door. I do not like this position. The shifts drag on here. But the basics of it are to greet people, give directions and answer questions and “check bags” as people leave.

Anyway, here we go:

Me: Hi, How are you today?

Customer: Good thank you, where is your fishing section?

This was a difficult question to answer because I was aware of the fact that the fishing section was being reintroduced into our store after a few year absence. I also knew we had some stock out the back. However, I wasn’t sure if it was out yet since this was my first shift in a little while and I hadn’t been in that area of the store yet.

Me: I’m not sure sorry, let me go ask my manager and I will get back to you.

We have a few managers in the store and one of them was just a few metres away. It wasn’t like this was a long wait for the customer.

Customer: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW. THAT IS RIDICULOUS, YOU WORK HERE. YOU SHOULD KNOW.

I was shocked, aggravated and pissed off. As I started to walk over to the manager, the customer looked out into the store and;

Customer: Don’t bother, I can see the fishing rods over there. Thank you for nothing.

He then walks off muttering under his breath. Oh well, I go back putting on my fake smile and saying hello to people walking in and hoping that they would be one of those people that was nice enough to reply.

The shift ends, the store is closed and I make my way to the staff exit. Thinking about that customer, I look over to see where he was looking. I see poles sticking out above the shelves and thought “oh there’s the fishing section”.

A few seconds later, I realised that this was in the middle of our manchester section. I then thought “oh that is an unusual spot for it”.

Then it dropped on me, that aisle where the poles were sticking out was the curtains aisle. The things sticking out were CURTAIN RODS. I broke out in laughter, I was dying of it. As I signed out, my manager asked what was up and all I asked him was “Is the fishing section in yet”

TL:DR- You can’t go fishing with curtain rods. I think at least.

By: Nicholas_The_Great

Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

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Never judge a book by its cover

A/N: That’s a story I have written so long ago, just never knew how to end it until an hour ago; Enjoy.

Words count: 1900 ish

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Talk about breast augmentation, body shaming, slight smut.

Originally posted by idealweightjensenacklesontopofme

Dean stared at the assistant he was asking some informations to. She has the widest low cut she could possibly wear at a work place, making her breasts looking like they were about to get out of her top. And had you never seen boobs as big as she had.

She had pretty much the body of one of those manga or hentai girl and hell, she was totally stunning, you thought.

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Dancing On My Own: Part 5

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Loss

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1783

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: I always love hearing from you guys <3. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Originally posted by no-one-tells-me-who-i-love

Bucky eyed you cautiously as he drove your dad’s old pickup truck back to your childhood home. You hadn’t spoken a word since you asked him to take you back home. You had just sat silently in the passenger seat until you had drifted to asleep. Bucky was worried – worried about the loss you had just faced and the pain that would haunt you for the rest of your life. He knew better than anyone about the impact of missed goodbyes. He sighed wearily as he ran his free hand through his hair. Your mother had welcomed him into your family with open arms. It had been the first time he had felt at home since escaping from H.Y.D.R.A.. He had never told you, but he had lived for the holidays and family events that you pestered him to go with you to.

Bucky pulled onto the long gravel driveway. He tried to drive as cautiously as he could, but the jostle of the small bumps caused you to stir. You rubbed your scratchy red eyes as you looked around. “We’re home,” Bucky announced as he shifted the truck into park before exiting and helping you out. He followed you quietly into the house – not wishing to say something that would upset you. He knew the house like it was his own – its smells and creaks made him feel at home as he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom. He watched as you collapsed onto your bed with an audible sigh. He lingered awkwardly – unsure as to what he should be doing. Deciding it would be best to give you some time to yourself he turned to leave, but before he could even take a step he felt a hand grasp firmly around his wrist.

“Where are you going?” the anxiety in your voice caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“I was just going to go get our bags,” he answered – unsure of what he should do.

“Please – just stay with me,” you murmured as you kicked your shoes off and made room for him on the bed. Bucky immediately obliged. He would do anything you asked of him if it brought you even the slightest bit of comfort. He laid on his side and smiled sadly at you – tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Your eyes had been closed, but the soft contact of Bucky’s skin against yours caused a single tear to leak from your eye.

“Y/N,” he whispered gently as he brushed the tear away from your face. You opened your eyes at the sound of your name and the sadness that permeated them shattered Bucky’s heart.

“You will get through this – I promise,” he whispered.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“I’m…. thank you,” you whispered softly. Out of all the people to be with you during this terrible day – you were glad it was him.

He smiled at you softly. “You know I’ll always be here for you, right?” he asked softly. You nodded your head at his declaration as tears welled in your eyes. Bucky gathered you in his arms as he brought your head to his chest. He held you softly to him until the comfort washed over your misery allowing you to drift to sleep.


Bucky moved carefully from you as he gently placed your head on your pillow. More than anything he wanted to lay with you and comfort you for eternity, but it didn’t feel right. He felt like he had crossed an invisible line, and was trying desperately to pull himself back. It was wrong – all of it was so wrong.  He ran his hands through his hair with a sigh as he descended the stairs. Less than twenty-four hours ago he had thought he had known what he wanted, but now nothing seemed right.

He walked out the door into the growing twilight quietly. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself. Perhaps he could retrieve the bags in the quinjet and unpack them. It would be one less thing you would have to worry about doing. He also wondered if your dad would be okay with him borrowing the truck one more time – he wanted to see if he could find some of your favorite movies. If he bought the entire Harry Potter series that would at least cover a couple of days’ worth of entertainment. He had been so lost in thought that the sound of your father’s voice from the porch swing startled him.

“Are you off already?” he asked Bucky, who turned around awkwardly to respond.

“I was just… I was headed out to get our bags from the jet,” he explained as he motioned towards the quinjet in the distance.

“Mind if I tag along?”

“Sure,” Bucky shrugged. As he walked beside your father he chewed on his bottom lip nervously. He wasn’t sure what to say… or what not to say. Bucky was only good at interactions when it came to you – everyone knew it. “I… I’m sorry,” he muttered lamely as he kept his eyes trained in front of him.

“Thanks James. She had been sick for a long time – just wouldn’t let me tell the kids how bad it actually was…. Especially Y/N,” he shrugged. He had always been one of the few people to call Bucky by his given name. Bucky knew he had reconciled himself with the eventual loss, but he also knew the pain the he had to be feeling. He was still surprised to hear that they had kept something so important from you.

“Why didn’t she want Y/N to know?” he asked perplexed.

“She didn’t want to uproot her life in New York…. Particularly her life with you,” he responded frankly as the two men entered the jet.

“With me? But…” Bucky had to swallow the bitterness of what he wanted to say. It wasn’t his place to say. “You know… she’s… she’s with Steve,” he added – slightly embarrassed.

“I know, son, but her mother also knew how much you both cared for one another. She didn’t need to worry about Y/N in the end because she knew you’d always be watching out for her,” he explained as they grabbed the bags and made their way out of the jet.

Bucky sighed as he thought about it. “But Steve,” but he was interrupted by your father raising his hand to silence him.

“Steve is a good man – in terms of a son-in-law he is every parent’s dream, but you – you’re a great man.” The frankness of your father’s words caused Bucky to grimace. If only he knew he was actually a monster – he had the two confused. At the end of the day – no matter how much he loved her – Y/N would always deserve to be with a man like Steve.

“Listen—I’ve done things in my past that I’m not proud of… terrible things,” Bucky muttered as he stared off into the darkness that was slowly consuming the world.

“Sometimes we have to walk through fire so we can be forged into the men we are supposed to be. This is for you,” he added as he handed Bucky an envelope. “She wrote it for you in case she didn’t get to tell you in person,” he added before walking back into the house.


You watched the exchange between Bucky and your dad from your bedroom window. You had woken in a panic when you found yourself alone. Because of this you found yourself spying on what seemed to be a private moment between the two men. As you watched the exchange you felt uncomfortable – you weren’t exactly sure why, but you knew whatever was in the envelope would justify it.

You sighed as you climbed back into the bed. This had been one of the worst days of your life, but the shock still hadn’t worn off. You could feel the hysteria prick at your exhausted brain, but you were still too numb. You knew it was just a matter of time. You would have to face the absence of your mother sooner rather than later, and you would keep facing it for the rest of your life. You wondered how Bucky grappled with waking up one day and slowly regaining his memories – only to realize his parents were gone. It must have been like losing them a second time. This realization squeezed at your heart uncomfortably. What was he thinking now? He had loved your mom – he probably took her less for granted than you did because of his past. Were you making him relive the traumas of his past? You flipped onto your stomach and buried your face into your pillow. How could you be so inconsiderate towards your best friend? He had leapt to your aid with no hesitation and the only thing you had thought was how glad you were that someone could make the decisions for you so you could mentally check out. First you let your mom down…. Now Bucky? What the hell kind of person were you? You grunted in frustration as the door to the bedroom opened. You didn’t bother looking up – by the sound of the steps you knew it was Bucky. The bed suddenly shifted with his weight as he sat down beside you.

“Doll?”

“Hrm?” you grunted in response.

“Sara made you a sandwich – you should really try to eat.” At the mention of food your stomach growled and you begrudgingly sat up and reached for the plate. As you ate in silence Bucky made his way to the entertainment center in your room and began fiddling with the DVD player.

After listening to him huff in frustration you rolled your eyes and pushed off the bed – leaving your empty plate behind. “Here – move.” He listened and scooted to your left. “What are you trying to do??”

“I… well… I know how much you love Harry Potter and your sister brought her boxed set over,” Bucky explained awkwardly as he ran his hands through his hair. You couldn’t help, but smile. “What?” he asked as his cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m just… I’m glad you’re here Bucky,” you answered shyly as you grabbed his hand and squeezed it. As he looked down into your eyes everything stilled for a moment. You felt compelled to be nearer to him. You could tell that he felt it too – the magnetic pull towards each other. You just wanted to…

“Here we go!” he announced – causing you to jump as he finally hit the right combination of buttons on the dvd player. And just like that the moment – whatever it had been – was over.


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Dinner date ♡ Grayson {smut}

Request: ‘’Can you write something where you are the bartender on that yt creator summit and Grayson goes all flirty and in owe by your beauty so he is nervous and blushy, they go on a date and ends in romantic and cute smut?‘’

Response: Here you go babe :) Thanks for requesting! Btw guys, let me know if you want long imagines or shorter ones, because this one is pretty long. Hope you enjoy xx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

‘I’m still not convinced that this is a good idea,’ you say while you stand in front of the mirror, brushing your hair. You and your best friend were getting ready in your bedroom while listening to some music. Your friend puts her pink lipstick back into her makeup bag and turns around so she can look at you. She sighs. ‘Y/N, how many times do I have to repeat this? This is a once in a lifetime chance. And besides, it pays very well! We really need to save some money if we ever want to buy our own apartment.’

A few months ago your friend got contacted by one of the organizers of the YouTube Creator Summit to ask if she wanted to be a bartender at the event. She said yes, and she also asked if one of her best friends could work there also. And that best friend was you. Besides the lack of work experience there was another reason why you didn’t want to take the job; you never watched YouTube. And maybe it sounded silly that you didn’t want to take the job only because you didn’t watch YouTube videos, but it mattered to you. Imagine if you accidently bumped into a YouTuber with more than two million subscribers and you didn’t know who it was? That would be so awkward! But as much as you hated to admit it; she was right.

‘Yeah, okay,’ you admit. ‘I guess you have a point there.’ ‘Of course I have! And it is too late to back out now anyway,’ she chuckles while she puts an arm around you. You let out a deep sigh as you looked into her eyes. She looked like the opposite of you; relaxed, happy and full of anticipation. ‘Don’t be nervous, Y/N. You’ll do great. There is nothing difficult about pouring people a drink and taking their money.’ You force yourself to smile. ‘Yeah, that’s true.’ ‘Well, as much as I want to stay chatting about how great it will be, we should go and make it great. We don’t want to be late now, do we?’ She says while she puts her stuff into her bag and goes sit down on the side of the bed to put her shoes on. She was really enthusiastic which luckily cheered you up a bit. You try to have a positive mindset and think that today was going to be good day. And even if it wasn’t, it still was a new experience where you could learn from in hopefully many ways.  

‘Y/N, if you take a break now, then I can go right after you,’ your friend says while she leans against the bar. It had been a busy three hours and your legs could definitely use some rest. ‘Yeah, okay. I’ll take fifteen minutes,’ you answer. You disappear to the back of the bar into a room as big as a toilet cubicle. It wasn’t big, but it was large enough to take a moment for yourself and eat your lunch. Up to now it had been a really fun day. You had met lots of nice people and YouTubers and made the decision for yourself to start watching some YouTube. Who would had ever thought that? You weren’t really a type to be on social media, but because of what you had heard and seen today you had changed your mind and thought that it would actually be a nice platform.

After you were done with your break your friend left to eat her lunch. A girl walks up to you and asks for some water. ‘Here you go,’ you smile and give it to her. She pays and thanks you and then she leaves. You clean the bar and look around you to see what you could do. At the end of the bar was sitting a guy. But not just a guy, oh no. It was the most handsome boy you had ever seen. Was it even a human? He reminded you of an angel but without the wings.

He had very big arms, a very toned skin and a jawline so sharp it could cut paper. He also had very thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, which was your biggest weakness. He was wearing a sexy leather jacket while absently looking at his hands, just waiting patiently. He hadn’t noticed you yet. You stroke a hand through your hair, trying to stay calm while you walk up to him. Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, you thought it would pop out.

‘Hi, how can I help you?’ you ask with a small smile as you place your hands on the bar to get his attention. He looks up and his face expression changes immediately. He suddenly looks like he had received the best news ever. ‘Hi there,’ he says. ‘Could I maybe have a coke?’ ‘Sure. Anything else?’ you ask. ‘No, that’s it,’ he replies while biting his lower lip and grabbing his wallet out of his pocket. He gives you the money while you walk back to grab the coke and his change. You feel his eyes following your actions, watching every move you made. It made you feel so nervous that you almost drop his drink. With pudding legs you walk back to him, handing him the coke and his money. ‘You can keep the change,’ he says. ‘Oh, thank you.’ you mumble with blushing cheeks. An electric shock rushes through your body when his fingers touch yours. He puts down his coke and stares at you again without embarrassment, not taking a sip of what he just ordered. ‘What?’ you ask nervously.

‘I hope this doesn’t sound weird or anything, but can I just say that you’re really beautiful? Like, really, really gorgeous.’ You burst out into a loud giggle and put a hand for your mouth, not believing he just said that. ‘You’re messing with me, right?’ He blinks his eyes a few times like you just said something really stupid. ‘No? Why would I joke about something like that?’ You bite your lips as you hold back smile. ‘Well… Thank you. Nobody has ever said something like that so spontaneously to me. I’m flattered.’

He puts out a beautiful hand. ‘By the way, I’m Gray-‘ but before he can finish his sentence or you can take his hand, you two hear a voice yelling from a few meters away. ‘Grayson?! GRAYSON DOLAN?!’ This girl runs up to the bar and it doesn’t take long before a whole group of girls was around him, touching him and trying to get his attention to take a selfie with him. You take a step back, surprised that he was so popular. ‘I’m sorry,’ he says and turns around to greet his fans and to take pictures with them. You just stand there in complete shock. Who was Grayson Dolan and how could you never heard of him?

After a few minutes the girls had what they wanted and left, so it was just the two of you again. ‘Eh, where were we?’ he chuckles. ‘You were telling me your name,’ you giggle. ‘Oh yeah,’ he grins. ‘I’m Grayson.’ ‘Yeah, I think I got that already.’ The two of you laugh and a feeling of warmth and happiness fills you up. God, he was such a cutie. You wondered how old he was. He looked at least nineteen. ‘And you are?’ Grayson interrupts your thoughts.

‘I’m Y/N,’ you answer with a soft voice. ‘Wow, even your name is beautiful. Look, I don’t know if this is inappropriate since I just met you, but is there a possibility that I maybe could have your number? I would love to see you again.’ He puts a hand on yours, sending electric waves through your arm. Your heart swells up at how kind and polite was. Boys like that were rare these days. Or maybe he was just as nervous as you. Either way, of course you would give him your number.

‘There you go,’ you say when you give him back his phone. He takes it back and looks at the screen like it was the most precious thing in the entire world. ‘Thank you. I really have to go, but I’ll text you, okay?’ Grayson asks. You nod. ‘Sure.’ ‘Great! Okay, bye, Y/N,’ he says as he stands up from his stool. ‘Bye, Grayson,’ you say back, leaving you speechless.

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After you had told your friend the good news she completely freaked out and commanded that you called him straight when you got home. So you did and that evening Grayson had asked you to get some coffee the next day.

The ‘coffee date’ had been really nice. You were incredibly nervous before you went to meet him, but that feeling completely disappeared when you started talking. You really liked him. Grayson was a true gentleman and very sweet to you. After the date you kissed and he had asked you to go on a real date sometime. You didn’t think it could get any better than this, but of course you accepted his offer. The smile on his face when you said ‘yes’ made you feel fall in love even more. ‘Do you want to come to my place next Friday? Maybe we can cook together. I’m not a really good one but I’ll think it will be fun,’ he said while he stroked your hands. You smile and your eyes flicker from his hands to your face. ‘That actually sounds really nice,’ you answered. Grayson leans in and kisses your nose.

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You ring the doorbell of Graysons house and he opens the door within seconds. He had probably been waiting for you. You giggle at the thought of Grayson being all nervous for this date. He acted like he was really good at hiding it, but he really wasn’t. Grayson spreads his big arms in a welcoming gesture and you happily fall into his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest. ‘So, I was actually just getting started with setting everything up and cutting the vegetables and chicken and stuff,’ he says when he lets go of you.

He takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen. You noticed that he had a really pretty house. ‘That’s okay. Can I help with something?’ you ask when you see the food laying on the kitchen counter. ‘Sure,’ he answers and grabs a bag of carrots, a plank and a knife for you. When you take the knife he lays a hand on your upper back which sent a tingly feeling down your spine. ‘Be careful,’ he warned you with a serious look on his face. ‘I will,’ you giggle and his lips curl into a crooked smile.

While you start preparing the dinner together you hear on the radio Bom Bidi Bom playing from Nick Jonas, while Grayson quietly hums to it. (seriously, listen to this song if you continue reading this).It was one of your favourite songs and you start humming along with him. After a minute of cutting the carrots you suddenly feel Graysons body pressed to your back. You prevent yourself from jumping up. His chin leans on your shoulder and he puts his hands on your hips. He smelled heavenly. ‘Look, you should try cutting it this way,’ he says with a soft voice and his minty breath makes you receive goose bumps on your arms. Grayson lays gently his large hands onto yours and helps you by showing what he meant. ‘L-Like this?’ you whisper while your now shaking hands try to cut it the way he did. It was exactly the opposite way of what he just showed.

‘Yeah, something like that….’ He answers but he doesn’t really pay attention to what you were doing. His right hand shoves your hair and shirt to the side so he could kiss your now naked shoulder. You gasp for air when his warm lips touch your skin, sucking and licking lightly your shoulder blade. He starts kissing the back of your neck as his hands explore your body, stroking up and down your thighs. ‘Grayson…’ you encourage him. He was turning you on and you could feel his member stroking against your butt, meaning he was too.

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You turn around so you faced him, looking into his dark eyes. They were full of lust and his pink lips were a little swollen. Damn, he looked so sexy. You grab his face and pull him towards you, lips pressing to his. He starts kissing you hard and hungrily, opening your mouth and slowly sliding his tongue between your lips. You close your eyes and moan against his mouth quietly, enjoying the way he made you feel. He lifts you up with his hands under your butt and sits you down on the counter. He starts kissing your cheek, jaw and neck while you throw your head back. ‘Oh…’ you cry out before you can help it and you feel Grayson smirking against your neck. He lifts up your shirt a little and tickles lightly the skin on your belly and waist, causing you to giggle.

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He pulls back and places his hand on your thigh while the other one goes towards the button of your pants. He licks his lips and looks at you, asking for permission. You nod, feeling a growing heat between your inner thighs.
Grayson unbuttons your pants and slowly slides a hand in your panties. He still looks at you intensely as he gently inserts finger, stroking your clit. He laughs quitly. ‘Did I make you this wet?’ You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning as he starts going in and out. God, he really knew what he was doing. It felt amazing. ‘Gray…’ you desperately say when he adds a second finger, pumping faster now. You place your shaking hands on his chest, inhaling deeply. You got a familiar feeling and knew you were close. ‘I-I’m gonna-‘ you whimpered at the moment you dissolve into pleasure. Grayson studies your face and movements, proud of what he had achieved. ‘Yeah… Just like that,’ he whispers while stroking your walls. After the orgasm he pulled his fingers out and you zipped your pants. It was silent for a moment as Grayson looks at you with a loving smile. ‘Well, ehm, I think we should go back to, eh, cooking,’ you giggle. Grayson puts his arms around you, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. ‘Yeah, we actually should. But I’m having you as dessert.’  

dewey-defeats-truman  asked:

So, this isn't so much science, but I was wondering about this. Suppose you took a social media site like Facebook and picked two random people using it. Is it possible to connect them by starting with Person A, picking one of his friends, then one of his, and so on until you reach Person B? And if so, what would be the minimum number of connections needed to guarantee connecting two people?

Our friend Derek from Veritasium made a video about this last year, actually. 

The science behind six degrees of separation: