at least we got an answer

anonymous asked:

is ymir dead? i mean really????

Yes, as in dead dead. Eaten by Galliard. Dead without many regrets aside from being unable to marry Historia, got her last wishes done and we were even censored from the chewing.

Not that it was particularly surprising for me since chapter 89 practically sealed her fate.

Why do I care?

Many of you probably ask why I care so much about Coleneti and why I am so adamant that they are together, to the point of probably burning a lot of bridges.

Answer me this. Name one. I’m only asking for one out gay celebrity boy that does not fall into the “flamboyant” or “stereotypical” category. Someone under the age of…27 who is in the public eye who you don’t see has a limp wrist or diva moves or whatever. 

Did you even come up with one name? I didn’t think so. 

Only recently have we even got that in characters, but look closely. All the actors are straight, and not only are they straight but you can find at least one interview with each of them where they talk about how hard it was to play gay or how they watched gay movies to get in character. WHAT? It’s just a fucking love story. Why do you think you deserve special praise for being able to act like you are in love with someone?

Tyler Young and James Paxton: Eyewitness, straight actors. 

Cameron Monaghan and Noel Fisher: Shameless, straight actors.

Henrik Holm and Tarjei Sandvik Moe: SKAM, straight actors. 

Hayden Byerly (He’s actually the worst with this) and Gavin MacIntosh: The Fosters, straight actors.

David Solans and Carlos Cuevas: Merlí, straight actors.

I could keep going, but you get the idea. And no, for all I know they are all gay, but so far, it seems like they are all straight. 

But then take a look at the other side. 

Darren Criss and Chris Colfer: Glee. Chris is out, Kurt was flamboyant. 

Eric Osborne and Lyle Lettau: Degrassi. Lyle is gay and Tristan is flamboyant.

See a pattern?

This is the second time I’m bringing up the study, but a study done this year found that less than 50% of people between the ages of 15 and 25 identify as straight. So is it MORE likely that half of the entire Riverdale cast is queer than not. 

Most people live by the rule straight until proven gay. I go by the mind, especially in this age group, queer until you tell me otherwise. Queer does not mean gay. Queer means if you look close and act romantic and there is a lot of evidence to that fact, I’m going to think you are together regardless of the gender. And based on studies like that one, this mindset makes more sense than straight until proven gay. 

Do I think that Cole and KJ are dating, absolutely. 

Hell honestly I’m starting to see a lot of things that could make me believe Lili and Debby are too, and admit it, that would make a lot more things make sense, but she could also be with Nick.

Do I think Stephanie and Casey are together, 100%. Do I think Casey is straight…not so much. 

Who is dating who in my eyes has nothing to do with a boy and girl who have chemistry, oh they must be together. 

I’ve worked in this industry too long to believe that. 

Am I making this too much of a big deal. Yes. and I know that. I know that KJ and Cole are not my friends, that worrying about if they are together or not is not really my place, but that little boy in a football uniform in middle school who has the crush on the linebacker (he’s the quarterback by the way), needs to know it’s okay. Needs to know he’s not alone, and you see that kid who used to play rugby and works out a lot? He’s gay too and you’re not alone. 

Until THAT happens (fill in KJ’s story with anyone else, the point stays the same) I’m going to be here fighting for people to see that two boys who don’t fit the normal stereotype might actually love each other as more than a bromance (I hate that word). 

Until that 13-year-old Disney actor can walk outside with his boyfriend hand in hand and I’m going to still be doing this. 

Until that gay boy who plays rugby can play a gay character who doesn’t have a limp wrist and say “Hayyy Gurlll” I’m going to keep doing this. 

So I’m sorry if I offend you or if my posts bother you, but this is really important to me.

And no, this post was not about Coleneti, so please, for the love of god do not comment about how Cole is really with Lili cause if that’s all you got out of this…well, block me, please.

anonymous asked:

me and a cute girl are planning a date and im scared shes going to decide she doesnt like me at all as a friend or partner(we're close friends now) and ik thats probably just my depression telling me im not good enough but like fucc im scared and dont know how to calm down

Go on the date, be excited. Make this a memorable night because even if it turns into nothing at least you had a good time, keep your chin up little sapph you got this and I’m so proud of you ♥♥♥ -Wisty

THE PRETTY LITTLE LIARS ENDGAME

It is bittersweet that I present to you my last ever theory for Pretty Little Liars. I apologise in advance for the insane length, but this is covering all those frustrating loose ends across the entire series. I hope you can make it to the end so we can discuss. My only fear for this theory is that it is too daring and gutsy; it would re-define the show we thought we knew. Are the writers willing to ‘go there’ in just 10 episodes? I don’t know! Regardless if this is all right, partially right, or so damn wrong, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did putting this together the past two months! For the last time before the show ends… I hope you enjoy!

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Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

Originally posted by ardevaas88


Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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dxveyjacobs  asked:

yo yo wait when did the shoe tying thing happen in newsies live i cant believe i missed that what the hell

OH MY DUDE I THOUGHT I WAS SEEING THINGS IT WAS SO FAST BUT I SWEAR TO THE LORD IT HAPPENED DURING “CARRYING THE BANNER” (the “summer stinks and winter’s freezing” verse) CRUTCHIE KINDA NUDGED JACK AND GESTURED TO HIS FOOT AND RIGHT AWAY THEY SAT DOWN SIMULTANEOUSLY AND THEN JACK TIED HIS SHOE LIKE HE’D DONE IT A THOUSAND TIMES AAAAAAND THEN BEFORE THEY GOT UP, HE GAVE THE TIP OF CRUTCHIE’S SHOE A LIL KISS AND THEN THEY JUST CARRIED ON THROUGHOUT THE SONG LIKE THEY HADN’T RUINED MY LIFE IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

I Own You

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 2508

Warnings: Angst;  rough, unprotected sex; fluffy ending

A/N: I had a mighty need to write some angry, rough Loki… So here you go. I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by luvn-loki



A dull headache was the first thing that woke you up. You blinked few times to clear your sight and look at the empty side next to you.

Turning around you noticed that the sheets were a pure mess and then you noticed that it was 2 p.m.

“Ah, great!” you groaned and then pulled to covers to the side.

You were naked and probably got awfully drunk last night.

Then it hit you. You had a fight with the god of mischief before you let tequila possess you.

 You laid back in the bed and tried to remember something more from last night, but you got nada. All you could still feel was the strong smell of the steaming alcohol off your skin.

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I’m a little caught up with myself lately. Won’t you take my most sincere apology? I’d stretch these arms just to hold you tight, but even I know that it wouldn’t do us any good. There’s so much more out there. There’s a million new things to learn within a day. You’re an artist, right? You’re into the night, right? You love this tiny blue dot, right? There’s so much more than love. There’s so much more than just us. I’m a little caught up with myself lately. Won’t you hold your head high for us? I’d stretch this heart an extra mile just to hear you laugh a little louder, just to see you smile a little bigger, and just to tell you that you’re more than enough for anyone to love. There’s better people out there for you to meet. There’s better people out there for you to fall in love with. You’re a painting, right? You’re made from watercolors, right? A burgundy rose waiting to be dipped into the horizon– you’re a sunrise waiting to happen. We’re a little caught up in the fleeting moments of just more than another us. We’re a little too good to be true, so it comes with a price. We’re alike, so I know what’s best for us. We’ve got plenty of time to explore each other, so we should analyze our reality. Long distance relationships are a test that we shouldn’t be taking– not in our current conditions at least. I’m a little distressed about myself. You’re still figuring out the world and who you are as a soul that loves to paint with just more than colors. We need to learn a little more. What is love to you? I’ve asked this many time before. Your answer is always me. That’s the thing, there’s plenty of right answers, but I’m just not one of them. How can I love you if I don’t know the first thing about it? Failed relationships are like dull pencils that we’ll want to sharpen every second– you were never boring, you were interesting to the shoreline and back. That’s the thing, isn’t it? I would give you the world if I knew how to. I would give you a meaningful promise if I knew how to. I could love you for an eternity composed of my heart twisted into your chest if I knew how to let go of the past. I should, but I still haven’t figured out how to do such a feat. I’m still stuck in my feelings like how you’re stuck onto me. I’m still lost at sea with crew members composed of younger versions of myself. How can I love you if I’m still figuring out how to love myself? How can I devote my passion to you if I’m still in trouble when I hear her name? How can I ruin you just for another shot at love? I wouldn’t do that to you. Alas, maybe I already have. Love is such a simple word. Four letters and the crowd cheers. Three words and there’s world peace. Afraid to open up and longing to be more of myself– I had to tell you every truth about who I am to myself and who I am to you. We’re always spinning ourselves to bed, we were smiling and hoping. You’re so much like me that it’s scary. They say that opposites attract, so how do we explain this? I guess we’re stuck in a fairy tale again and this is just another page. You’re a chapter that I can’t flip past, you’re a positive thing in my life and I don’t think I’m ready to accept that. I’ve got much to learn and maybe this was just a part of it. I’m a little caught up and into you– and this is the part where I have to pick what’s best for us. And the fact that you’re just like me… means that you already get it. You’re already in my head and you’ve made yourself comfy. So I guess an I love you will never start to sound like an apology between us.

“I love you.”
—  This is for you and only you.
Amnesiac Lance (pt 2)

[part one]

oh boy this is gonna be really long and angsty, fair warning 

  • lance starts remembering things in dreams
  • the first time he has one of these dreams, it’s really just this vague image of his mother, and all he can recall from it when he wakes, sweaty and confused, is her kind, soft eyes. lance doesn’t really know how he gets there, but pidge finds him on the observation deck, shivering and half asleep against the control panel 
  • by the time morning wake-up time comes, the previous night is a blur

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let’s remember that isak has no idea what went down with mikael. he tried to mention him last season, and even didn’t seem particularly affected, he joked about him being the former man of his life, and then reminded isak that he was the only one. perhaps after seeing the picture on sana’s computer he briefly mentioned him again, and even was very good at dodging the question, but once again it didn’t seem like too big of a deal. isak probably just got very curious about this, but not in the way, let’s say, we are. because he doesn’t know as much as we do, he doesn’t know how much this all might’ve meant to even. to him, it’s just this little one thing that he thinks doesn’t matter anymore now, but isak is very curious, isak likes to find out, get answers when he wants them. it’s understandable that he’d feel at least a little curious about this 

ideally, he wouldn’t ask sana about this and he’d find out everything through even. but once again, i think he probably views this one (in his opinion, little) information he wants to have as something that’s not really important, because if he did, i doubt he’d approach sana that way, casually and with humor. the thing is that isak has had this seed planted in his head since wednesday, and it’s become this itch he wants to scratch. he just wants to know for the sake of knowing, not to start or trigger anything and turn this into something bigger. he and even are doing very well at the moment, they’re living their life and enjoying themselves and still loving each other very much. isak is not doubting any of that at all, he’s just looking to quench his curiosity 

Tales from a Summer at an Amusement Park Food Line

- While attempting to close on my very first shift, I accidentally dropped an entire container of Italian dressing on the floor. Most of it went into my socks. It made for a very unpleasant ride home.

- The line I worked in served personal pan pizzas, club wraps, carved turkey sandwiches, salads (side salads as well as Mediterranean salads), very large pickles, and a variety of desserts made in store. We were allowed to alter recipes as people requested, within reason. One person requested a pizza without sauce. I respected her decision. A surprising number of people requested pizzas without cheese. I questioned theirs, especially since they got pepperoni.

- We offered a gluten-free pizza that took twenty minutes to cook (ordinary pizzas took five). There was one man I came to recognize who showed up at least every other week to order a gluten-free pizza. I very much hope that he had a season’s pass, or he was spending upwards of $70 a week for the privilege of waiting on a pizza.

- A child came in with his parents one day and they began asking about the ingredients in all our food. As my coworker began to answer, I stopped him and asked if this were an allergy question; when told yes, I asked them to wait and went to hunt down a manager, as company policy stated that only managers or higher could answer questions regarding allergies. My coworkers did not understand why I was wasting people’s time like this. I attempted to explain to them that I had no desire to kill a seven-year-old because I thought I knew better than the allergen manual. They continued to ridicule me. The mother made a point of thanking me in front of my supervisor when she arrived for apparently being the only person who was concerned about the well-being of her child, who was evidently allergic to everything.

- This was far from the only argument I had with my coworkers about allergen safety. I fear for the customers.

- A man came into my line one afternoon, looked at me, looked at the salads, looked at me, looked at the salads again, looked at me, pointed directly at the salads, and said, “You sell salads?” I expended every ounce of willpower I had left not to respond, “No, sir, those are small ornamental shrubbery.”

- Victoria Justice came to give a concert at our park one afternoon. I have never heard any of her music, but between the fact that she was apparently an elitist bully to the ride attendants (and other guests) when she was enjoying her day at the park and the fact that the park was sold out that day with mostly girls under the age of twelve, all of whom wanted pizza for lunch, I have decided that I hate her.

- A couple came through my line. We recognized each other. They were parishioners at the church I had worked for prior to the amusement park. I left the church because I was fired in a very underhanded and unprofessional manner. I cheerfully told them to say hello to everybody for me. They left very quickly.

- Part of our job was to engage any guests waiting in line in conversation, especially the children. I was exceptionally good at this part of my job. My coworkers were either in awe or jealous.

- The number of people who did not understand that I did not have their special orders ready before they thought to order them was mind-boggling.

- A toddler came into my line and began chattering with me. This would not have been unusual, except that his parents were nowhere in sight, nor was any other adult, as they were all in the other room watching the show. I leaned as far over the counter as I could to keep the little guy talking and in sight until an adult came to take responsibility for him. To this day, I sincerely hope that the adult who came for him was actually his mother.

- While attempting to close down our second line, I used one of the four doors to the small refrigerator cases to support myself as I pushed myself from a squatting position to a standing one. I ripped the door off its top hinge.

- My coworker made a joke one night about something she would like to do. I explained how it would be possible. Her eyes filled with fear. I had to explain that I am a writer and had done research for a mystery novel and that I have not, in fact, ever cut someone’s feet off at the ankles with a cake knife.

- I became somewhat well-known among my coworkers for knowing all the words to the songs in the shows that went on in the dining area while we were cooking/serving. Strangely enough, my coworkers were less confused as to how I, a 23-year-old, knew ‘80s pop songs than they were as to how I, a 23-year-old, knew German drinking songs.

- Three days before the end of the summer, having been friends with one particular colleague for nearly five months, I had to pull out my ID to prove to her that I was in my twenties and not, in fact, nineteen.

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Welcome to Skull Island: on set with Tom Hiddleston and the biggest King Kong ever
The director and cast of Kong: Skull Island, including Brie Larson and Samuel L Jackson, discuss filming opposite an 85ft ape – while using as little green screen as possible
By Benjamin Lee

“Apologies for the shirtlessness,” says Tom Hiddleston. “I didn’t want to show off.” The world’s most impeccably spoken Marvel baddie is looking awfully embarrassed. I’ve caught him emerging topless from his trailer, late at night, with female company. The makeup artist has been in with him, carefully pawing at his torso. Hiddleston is shooting a movie in Hawaii and, as it is, his skin doesn’t look sufficiently sun damaged. Muddier stuff is slathered on, and our star is good to go.

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Anything for You//Stiles Stilinski & Pack

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Hey, I was wondering if I could get an imagine… Recently I’ve been feeling really down, and one thing that helped me a lot was your imagines so… Can I request one, where the reader is feeling very down so all the pack (Scott, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, and Stiles) are trying to help her feel better? Something cute and funny, but something special with Stiles (since he’s my favorite character ever) It would make my day! Thanks for all your hard work, I love you 💕

Y/N POV

Today has sucked. Actually, all week’s kinda sucked. I made my way down the busy high school hallway, finding my last class and plopped down in my desk. Stiles came in like the ball of energy he is, as he sat beside me.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” he asked with concern.

“Nothing, just tired” I replied. It wasn’t technically a lie, I was tired, but after the crappy week I had been having, I just want to go home and sleep the whole weekend. The only thing I can focus on is my yearning to leave. The noises and bustling of students just made the day worse. The bell rang and I was up and out of my seat as fast as possible.

I didn’t look back as I heard the sound of my friends call my name from the corridor. I rushed to my car and sped all the way home. As soon as I got there, I dropped all my stuff in my room and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower will help wash away the week.

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Y/N hasn’t been acting right all week and I am determined to fix it. I met up with the rest of the pack after school so we could come up with a plan.

“Look guys, something’s up with Y/N” I began

“Yeah, Y/N’s been really distant lately” Allison said

“She doesn’t answer any of my texts either, we should do something nice for them” Lydia added.

“Alright, I’ve got an idea.. Here’s the plan” I explained.

Y/N POV

As I stepped out of the shower, I heard my phone ding from the other room. I saw Lydia’s name flash across the screen with a text that said “Pack meeting at Stiles’ house ASAP”. My heart sped up at the urgency of her text, but at least it didn’t say hospital.

I pulled on a pair of jeans, threw on a sweatshirt and my vans before heading out the door. This isn’t what I wanted to do with my Friday night.. I was planning to curl up and watch Netflix all night to block out my problems but unfortunately that didn’t go as planned. I pulled up to Stiles’ house, seeing everyone else’s cars here, I must be the last one to arrive.

I take a deep breath as I prepare myself to go inside. I loved my friends, don’t get me wrong, but the last thing I want to do when I feel like this is sit through hours of a pack meeting. I compose myself enough to look halfway decent as I walked up to the door, letting myself in.

I looked around the Stilinksi living room and what I see makes me smile. Allison and Lydia were setting out tons of fuzzy blankets, Scott and Isaac came out from the kitchen with tons of snacks and Stiles was shuffling through movies.

“Surprise!” They yelled, when they finally saw me.

“This doesn’t look like a pack meeting” I said in surprise, a small giggle leaving my mouth.

“We noticed you’ve been a little down lately and we wanted to help” Allison smiled.

“Who’s idea was this?” I laugh, “I love it”.

“All Stiles’ idea” Scott said with a smirk. I looked over to the blushing Stiles and made my way over to give him a hug.

“Thank you” I whispered into his ear “I really needed this”.

“Anything for you” he replied, his eyes locked on mine.

Our moment broke as Isaac burst in with “Let’s get this party started!’. We all ate pizza until we couldn’t eat anymore. The rest of the night continued with lots of snuggling (especially next to Stiles) as we watched my favorite movie. As the night came to a close, I stayed back to help Stiles clean up. When we were finished, he walked me to the door and stopped.

“Thank you again Stiles, you always know how to cheer me up” I said. Our eyes locked once again as I saw his eyes glance down at my lips, then back up at me. His hand came to cheek as our lips met. We stood there for what seemed like forever before breaking apart.

“Anything for you”.


Writer’s Note: Thank you for the request anon, I hope you love it! Requests are open. -M

Why do I dislike Tales of Zestiria the X?

Recently I’ve been asked one question numerous times: “Why do you think the anime is shit? You only hate it because it doesn’t focus on SorMik, right?”

Now guys, I think it’s vital for me to answer this. Because let’s face it, we will never see face to face if we don’t discuss the matter. And look, here I am, typing this out because I feel this is important. So if you’re curious and want to understand why a lot of us dislike the anime then please bear with me because this will be long (6 pages in Word, 6!)

To make this a little bit easier for me, I’ll assume that you haven’t played the game or watched its walkthrough yet and that you like the anime. But of course if you did either of them it’s good, bc at least you’ll know what I am talking about.

And so, I shall do a character analysis in this post, comparing the game and anime selves to each other while I name some other issues as well. I won’t list all the inconsistency and plot holes the anime has for I’d be here even after my death.

I’m going to try to make you guys understand that while the SorMik fandom is not happy, there are more pressing issues with the anime than that.

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Advice for dealing with a creepy patron?

(God I submitted like two or three asks and a submission within the past two months I feel like I’m posting so much here I’m so sorry. D| ) This is gonna be long, and I apologize, but I’ve never dealt with this type of person or situation before and I’m entirely unsure of what to do. tl;dr at the bottom.

I work at a public library. There’s this woman who seems very well put together- dressed fairly well, straight posture, etc., but every single worker here has commented for me to be wary because there’s something “off” about her. I’ll call her M. And it took a while, but boy, did I start to notice it. So far, since I have started at the library, M has…

  • Asked workers and volunteers questions by getting so close you can feel her breath on your face.
  • Gotten angry with the circulation desk workers because we charge $3 for a replacement library card (your first one is free.) because she thought that they could write a new number on the back of her current one (numbers and barcodes are printed directly on the cards). She wanted them to write a new number because her crystals said it wasn’t a good number for her.
  • Sits in one of our armchairs and literally stares at us for at least an hour at a time.
  • Asked my coworker a question. Which was answered, no problem. M started walking to the front doors. Got to the doors. Stopped. Turned around and STORMED back to the reference desk, slammed both her hands on the counter as she leaned in really close, and demanded my coworker tell her exactly “how you got your hair like that!”
  • Tried to come behind the desk to look over our shoulders and see if we were using the right websites to find information for her.
  • We release the printed pages at the desk after people pay for them. They come out face down. M, at the time, had a cast on her arm. She kept looking at the cast and then at us, as if she wanted us to ask what happened. When no one took the bait, she decided to say that we better not look at her printed pages because they’re legal documents about her broken arm and it’s her personal business and she is not legally obligated to show them to anyone and we can be sued for reading them. :|
  • Among various other incidents that weren’t like, “you need to get out of the library” disruptive, but have caused workers to become very uncomfortable.
  • M also likes to try and trap librarians and volunteers into conversations when they are not on the clock.

Incidents that were specific to me include:

  • On Halloween, we are allowed to wear costumes, granted they aren’t skimpy/gory. I wore my unicorn kigurumi to work, and also brought my unicorn head mask in case my boss or our public relations committee wanted pictures for our website (I’m not really a picture person.). I was sitting at the reference/info desk with only the hood to my kigurumi up and we got the same kind of “walk past and then rush back” reaction my coworker got for her hair, only without the slamming of the desk. M asked me if she could take my picture. I said “no.” Had that been the end of it, whatever. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer. I got everything from “you’re so cute though” to “my sister in law likes unicorns and [insert semi-coherent rambling here].” Finally, my coworker flagged one of our security officers and he started heading over and M left.
  • When M had the cast on her arm, I was covering circulation one day. She asked if we had a bag, and I told her that we sell reusable canvas bags ($2). She asked if she could have one, I got the sheet out of the cash drawer to record the purchase, and she asked what I was doing. Then she said I was discriminating against her by charging her for a bag because “I have a broken arm and I shouldn’t be forced to pay.”
  • Some time ago, on a day I wasn’t scheduled to work, I took the bus into town to stop at the local art store and grab some sushi. Our bus terminal is a quite large building with storefront-styled windows all on the front and most of the way down the side. It is a straight shot from one street to the next. Normally, I cut through the bus terminal. However, when I neared the entrance, I saw M sitting inside and reading a book. She hadn’t seen me, but I still didn’t want to risk it, so I went around the building. Note, I’m wearing my giant-ass bright green headphones, and looking at my phone while replying to an email. As I get about half through the walkway to the next street, I catch M in the corner of my eye. Unsure of if she noticed me, I turned to go to the opposite side, and she actually speeds up and makes a beeline for me, catches up to me, taps me on the shoulder, and starts trying to talk to me as if I’d hear her over my music. Not really sure of what to do as the woman already makes me uneasy, I just point to my headphones and cell phone like I’m on a phone call and walk off quickly.
  • Today I had two incidents with her. I was assisting a student with her resources for a paper. She was having trouble finding non-reference books that she would be able to check out on the subject she needed, so I was discussing the online resources we offer with her. I’m a generally soft spoken person and she was right in front of me, so no problem. We’re quietly discussing them and I show her how to access them and then she leaves. Five minutes later, M comes over from her seat well across the main lobby, slams one of our database brochures and our bookmark that looks like the header of our website on the desks, and demands I tell her about the online resources “you told that girl about.” I’m just sitting here wondering how the hell she even HEARD me. There’s no way, unless she was either using a sound amplifier or she was hyperfocused on our conversation.
  • The second incident today was when I was on my dinner break. I left the library because my grandmother had asked me to see if there were any Peeps on clearance, being the day after Easter and all. I get out of work, get to the local Aite Rid, and grab a few packs for her. Right when I come out of the store- BAM, there’s M, sitting on the bench near the exit and staring in the direction of the store’s doors. Again, I’ve got my headphones on (don’t worry! I wear them around my neck in stores and only put them back on after I’m done buying my things!). She notices me and picks her things up like she’s going to get up to come talk to me, and I just go right in the other direction and cut through a department store to get right back to work. Fortunately, I think she’s gone for the day.

I’m really unsure of what to do. She hasn’t done anything outright ban-worthy in the library. I also don’t want to sound like I’m being an asshole in case she has a mental illness, but she genuinely makes me uncomfortable- especially since I’m unsure of what do do if she approaches me when I’m on the clock. I can’t really say what I wish I could (Which would be: “Please leave me alone, you’re making me uncomfortable.” or something…), and I don’t know if she’s the type to like, come in to the library and try to start something when I AM on the clock. Other workers in both the circulation and reference departments are also creeped out by her and we’re really not sure what to do because she hasn’t done anything that we really needed security for or anything.

Does anyone know how to handle something like this? She seems harmless and all, but you never really know. Anyone can lash out physically. I don’t think she’s targeting me specifically- as other workers have had similar “off the clock” complaints with her.

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TL;DR

Patron at my library is massively creepy. Invades personal space WAY too far (we can literally feel her breathing on us if we’re not safely behind a desk), tries to get behind desks, tries to trap us into awkward conversations, approaches us in odd manners when we’re off the clock, has asked to take pictures of me, has also accused me of being discriminatory when I was going to charge her for the bags we sell as one of our ways of funding the library, and various other incidents. I’m unsure of what to do because she legitimately creeps me out and I’m not sure if she would be the type to lash out physically. 

I’m not sure if anyone here would have tips on how to deal with her, other than to stay within sight/earshot of a coworker or even a patron when she’s near. 

Sorry for this being long, but having two incidents with her in one day kind of freaked me out.

Chapter One [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: The stranger from the diner is more familiar with your family than you realized.

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of drinking?

Authors notes:  Sab - Guys. Dreams are coming true (specifically, mine). This is the first chapter and we are so excited to share with you guys! Mostly because pre-ITH Lin is my spirit animal.

Ren - You guys have no idea how excited we are for you to finally dive in with us into this story! Sab and I have a ~thing~ for pre-ITH Lin and the way this story flows when we write kinda speaks for itself. We really hope you guys enjoy it as much as we do!

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“Mom, slow down- What do you need me to do?” You thanked the universe for having a slow day at your job when your mom called. Those phone calls were never calm or short, but today she sounded especially nervous. “Ava? Is she okay?”

I got a call from school, hon, they asked to pick her up earlier, something about a stomach or a headache, I don’t remember.” You rolled your eyes at your mom’s neglect and how it never changed, even after having three daughters. “Since your job is closer to Hunter and I’m on the other side of the city I was wondering if-

“If I can pick her up? Sure, I’ll have to talk to my boss but we’re having a slow day anyway.” You took a deep breath after listening to your mother giving you instructions on how to find your way inside Hunter like you have never been there, hanging up on her after a quick goodbye.

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  • Jason: So is there something going on between you two?
  • Kimberly: *immediately* Yes.
  • Trini: Ummm? Yes.
  • Kimberly: *turns to Trini* We went for coffee and cake earlier today.
  • Trini: Yep. Well, you got tea.
  • Kimberly: I did and we "fought" over the cake.
  • Trini: We did do that.
  • Kimberly: I'm constantly looking at you. And you are always looking back.
  • Trini: You have really pretty eyes. Like gorgeous.
  • Kimberly: *turns back to Jason blushing* The answer is yes. For me at least.
  • Jason: *walks away laughing* See Zack! I told you Trini was oblivious.
  • Trini: So. *turns to Kim and takes a step closer* Tell me more about this something between us.
Beautiful

Sam Winchester x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary: After getting hurt on a hunt, Sam reminds you how beautiful you are.

Author’s Note: This story is for @sammyisapuppy and her Sam’s Birthday/Fluff Appreciation Challenge!! My prompt was:  Why are you crying? All I said was you look beautiful.

Warnings: Just a tiny little bit of angst, just to get to the fluff!

Sam Winchester was the type of man you had always hoped you would end up with. Caring, to the point he would gladly give up his own concerns, his own life if it meant that you would be safe and happy. Loving, even if he wasn’t exactly sure how to show it, the man was very loving. Then there was the empathy, always being able to connect with those hurting, to give them comfort when they needed it the most.

All of these things made Sam seem like a marshmallow. Sweet with no bite. Which made you laugh. Sure, he was sweet and kind. Funny and smart. But he was also a complete badass, who could handle a knife or a gun better than those trained in military. He faced Death on a daily basis, with nerves of steel.

Put all of these things together, and Sam was a man unlike any other. Add the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous, and he was definitely one of a kind. With his shiny mahogany  locks, and his ever changing hazel eyes, along with that slightly crooked smile of his, and he had women drooling over him all across the country. But he was yours, and yours alone. Which was a fact you still had a hard time accepting.

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anonymous asked:

Thoughts on the new SU episode?

hmm I thought the first part when he got in the room was p funny like the speech about sports i juSt (and the charlie brown thing) some good Rose meme faces came out of that also lol

and then the part right before he tried to take a picture got pretty touching and emotional ;v;

I don’t think we got a lot of answers but I guess that was to be expected since it wasn’t actually her and couldn’t reply with anything Steven doesn’t know, I didn’t think he was doubting Rose’s motives for “making” him so at least he found himself an answer to ahh maybe he finally came to terms with the things he found out about her and the fact that there’s more to her than he initially thought too? and he’ll have to decide what to make of the things he knows

but yeah overall i think it was a nice ep!