random su “filler” episode ideas that might actually be constructive:
mayor dewey finds out that lapis is the one who stole the ocean. he marches to the barn and makes her do community service. lapis goes along with it for reasons probably involving steven, and finds out that she enjoys having something constructive to do which takes her mind off things. many fart jokes are made in the process of this discovery.
peridot finds ronaldo’s blog and becomes his biggest fan. when they meet, ronaldo reacts to the fact that a literal little green alien is a fan of his… interestingly. chaos probably ensues.
some wrestling bigshot is in town and sees the purple puma fighting. they offer to sign pp for a big contract, and amethyst is torn about whether or not to take the chance.
jasper, in her quest for a gem army, runs into the cool kids. this leads to her discovering the human concept of “cool” and attempting to emulate it. at some point she gets a new cape with spiked shoulder pads.
somehow, garnet is introduced to the concept of speedrunning. as it turns out, future vision has the tendency to turn one into a living tool-assisted speedrun, and she starts chasing the world record time for the crying breakfast friends tie-in video game. this proves useful later when expert reflexes are needed to defeat a corrupted gem that shows up… if the others can get garnet away from the game for five seconds.
while the main four are off fighting a gem somewhere, a monster shows up in beach city. connie, peridot, lapis and bismuth find themselves dealing with it as a back-up team of sorts. that’s why the people of this world believe in peridot, lapis lazuli, and bismuth… and connie! by the end of it connie has three alien big sisters, who are all vying for the title of the cool sister.
peridot decides that she wants new limb enhancers. bismuth and amethyst offer to help - bismuth putting it together, and amethyst getting the parts. the episode is told from the perspective of the other cast members who are trying to work out what the hell these three are doing with ten tablet pens, three toasters, multiple desk fans, a stack of laser tag equipment, connie’s collection of cyberpunk comics, and four potato batteries.
This is one of the best family stories I know and I can’t believe I’ve never shared it.
My second cousin (let’s call him Elijah) is older than me by roughly fifteen years, and this story is all I’ve ever really needed to know about him. When he was ten or eleven years old, his father made a rare attempt to include him in his life by bringing him along to visit some bigshot lawyer friend.
This guy happened to be a major collector of military memorabilia. He’d spent hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars collecting all sorts of martial antiques, which he kept in an enormous pole barn on his estate. The crown jewel of this collection was a real WWII tank.
Elijah and his father were given a tour of the barn. Eventually, the adults decided they couldn’t be bothered with supervision, and left the ten year-old boy alone in the pole barn. He, of course, did what any hot-blooded American kid would do in his situation.
After climbing inside the unlocked tank, Elijah flicked some switches. Then he flicked some more, and the tank turned on.
The eleven year-old boy who had never driven a vehicle in his life then found himself at the wheel of a 50 ton armored tank he didn’t know how to control, with no way to stop. He crashed through the pole barn, broke down one wall, and tore through the estate grounds, destroying everything in his path. Only when the tank got caught sideways in a copse of trees was he able to stop and escape, unharmed.
Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Colin (OC) Misha Collins, Bob Singer (mention),
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Language, Jealousy, drinking (everyone are adults), flirting, meh I don’t know. Just read it - it is not angsty, not for me anyways. Flangst maybe.
A/N: This is written for @jalove-wecallhimdean’s “Do it like Dean” Challenge. My prompt was ”He’s just a cheap trick…like a little slut!” - It is still in the exact words but they are slurred a bit because someone is drunk. Hope that it okay :D Thanks for letting me participate. This was fun :D
Thanks to my boo @chaos-and-the-calm67 for helping me come up with this idea, and thanks to my Sam to my Dean @blacktithe7 for betaing it for me and helping me make Jensen sound drunk. You girls rock!
It wasn’t unusual for Jensen and some of the cast members to go out on Friday nights after a full week of filming, especially not if noone were planning on flying home that weekend. Those Friday nights were as amazingly fun for Jensen some days as they were torturous other times. Tonight was one of the later.
Jensen downed yet another shot of whiskey, signaling to the bartender to keep them coming. Jensen felt his temper boil inside of him with each wave of heat the strong liquid sent through his abdomen. This was unusual. Drinking never used to affect his temper before. If anything, Jensen was a very loving drunk. He was sure he would have been tonight too if it wasn’t for Mr. Bigshot putting his greasy paws all over Y/N as she danced with him.
Jensen didn’t know the guy, but he also didn’t have to to know he was a first class asshole. Jensen couldn’t believe she couldn’t see that. He couldn’t believe she let him touch her like that.
Request: I really like your reactions ❤️❤️ can you please do a BTS Reaction To You Saving Them From Getting Hit By A Car, thank you
A/N: I told myself I wasn’t going to make this long, and you can actually see the progression of me getting carried away and thenI wanted backstory and I’m really sort of sorry
A/N: tteok-bokki are stir-fried rice cakes. It’s a popular Korean street food.
Seokjin chewed happily, face mask shoved down past his chin, and chopsticks in hand. He made a deep, throatily noise of content and smiled into his Styrofoam bowl. “Wahhh, it’s been ages since I’ve hade tteok-beokki!” he exclaimed happily, mouth full of rice cake.
Seokjin went to take another bite from his bowl, but felt his arm being jerked roughly back, pulling him back a couple feet and jumped at the unexpected contact. The sound of a car horn blarring past ripped his attention from his snack back to his surroundings. He looked from the street filled with traffic to just behind him where you stood, chest heaving from adrenaline.
Your cheeks flushed with his gaze directly on you and your hands immediately left his forearm, cradling each other across your chest. “I-I’m sorry, it just kind of happened. I didn’t mean to pull you so hard,” you stammered, your gaze falling anywhere but the man standing before you. Your eyes fell on the splattered tteok-beokki now all over the cement in front of him and your cheeks reddened further. “I’m really sorry, I can buy you another, I swear.”
Seokjin ducked his head lower to catch your gaze and smiled sweetly when your wide eyes finally met his. “Really, don’t worry about it! You just saved my life! I should be the one buying you tteok-beokki. Come, let me get you some.”
Headlights flew by as Yoongi waited for the light to turn, allowing him to safely cross the busy street. He stood, hands in his jacket, hood up and face mask protecting his identity. Being this close to the company building, there were always fans wondering about, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite member. Taking out his phone to send a quick message to Namjoon, he heard a faint ding he assumed to be the light signaling it’s change. Keeping his eyes trained to the light on his phone, he stepped out to cross the street.
“HEY! What are you, crazy?!”
Yoongi heard your shouting before he could see you, and felt himself be dragged back by a pair of unfamiliar hands. The feeling of being alone and of hands on his upper arm sent panic coursing through him from bad airport experiences as he immediately severed where your bodies touched, jerking away and turning to face you. His chest heaved from the adrenaline, as he took in your face, eyebrows screwed together in confusion.
Your breath hitched when you looked at his barely visible face, his eyes being the only thing giving him away. Those eyes. You knew those eyes well. Staring at you unknowingly for days on end until your mind was filled with only him, his lyrics, the deep timber of his voice.
Your mind ran a marathon in the 3 seconds of awkward silence that settled between you. You swallowed thickly. “Are you okay?” you managed out.
Yoongi’s cat-like eyes blinked at you as you watched his brain process what had just taken place. Finally, a small chuckle escaped through his face mask and you couldn’t help but smiling softly at the ground at the sound so close to you, something you had only heard through speakers that did the beautiful sound nothing justice.
“Thank you,” came the almost familiarity of his voice. His eyes crinkled in that tell-tale sign of his gummy smile and your heart soared. You bit your bottom lip to keep your smile from spreading too widely.
“No problem,” you breathed and you could only hope the dark night was hiding your blush well. Your attention was brought back to your surroundings, people pushing past you to cross the street.
Yoongi turned to make his way across the street and only stopped briefly when he heard the small, uttered “Fighting!” only loud enough for him to hear. He smiled under his mask, and lifted a hand in a wave as he made his way across the street.
Hoseok bobbed his head to the low bass that filtered through his headphones. He tapped the side of them, pausing the song and looking both ways before he trotted across the cross walk.
An unfamiliar, high-pitched voice screamed out his stage name before he met the sidewalk, and he immediately turned around to see a small group of girls crowded at the street corner he had just left, waving and smiling brightly. Hoseok smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgement.
The group thankfully moved on, giggling and smiling to one another. Hoseok turned to finish crossing the street and a hand reached out to his collar, pulling him roughly to the sidewalk just as a refrigerated truck blared its horn as it sailed by.
Hoseok’s chest rose and fell as he looked from your concerned face back to the now busy street. “Did you just-”
“You should pay more attention,” you lightly scolded, brows furrowed. You hands came to your hips and you tilted your head.
“I- Yeah.” he laughed. “Thanks. A lot.” Hoseok looked down to the ground, steadying his racing heart. “Did that just happen? I almost died! That means you saved my life.” He looked up at you, and you couldn’t help the shy smile that now filled your lips.
“Really, it was nothing.” An embarrassed chuckle left your throat before you continued. “You should get going before someone else recognizes you, Mr. Bigshot.” A genuine smile took place of your shy one and you hoped last minute that the nickname didn’t offend him. You opened your mouth to try and take back your last comment, but his wide smile quieted your thoughts.
“Right. Thanks again. Seriously,” His wide smile gave way to his signature toothy grin and you had to bite your bottom lip to not return the smile in a fit of giggles. “That could have been so bad. I don’t want to think about what would have happened if you hadn’t been here. But you sa-”
“Take care, J-Hope,” you smiled and gave a small bow before you made to turn away before you could mess up this rare encounter with one of your favorite idols. You were pleased that your heart wasn’t beating too loudly in your ears and hoping the blush that dusted your cheeks wasn’t too noticeable.
“Hoseok,” He stated, head moving to catch your gaze before you could turn away. “You can call me Hoseok, if you want.” His eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort, before that disarming smirk was aimed solely at you.
It had never ben so hard to breathe before. All you could hear was the sound of his voice, quickly being taken over by the blood rushing in your ears and you knew your face was as red as the chili pepper paste you had gone to get, the only reason you were actually out right now.
Your lips parted, an unconscious gesture to make breathing easier and you licked your dry lips. “Y-yeah,” you stammered out, another shy laugh leaving you as you pulled out your phone, the screen immediately lighting up to the picture of BTS at the BBMA’s recently. You coughed violently at the embarrassment that filled your chest and quickly covered your mouth while trying to pull up your contacts list.
Hoseok chuckled and held out his phone, bumping it with yours to exchange information. He watched as your information splayed across his screen. “(Y/N),” he tried the name out on his tongue and your giddiness replaced the overwhelming embarrassment that was there just before. You couldn’t help the smile plastered to your face.
“I’ll see you around, (Y/N),” Hoseok waved and turned to head in the direction you had just come from.
“Yeah,” you breathed. You looked around to the people closest to you, and your smile only widened. That just happened, you thought. That really just happened.
Namjoon (Rap Monster)
You sat quietly towards the front of the bus, phone resting in your hand as you stared out the dark window. You knew Seoul wasn’t the safest place at night, but you couldn’t sit still at home anymore. The silence was deafening and you craved for the mindless chatter of strangers to fill up your mind, to block out the unwanted thoughts. You were headed to Hongdae, to people watch, or window shop, you weren’t sure which yet.
You looked back to the only other soul on the bus, aside from the driver and watched as he concentrated solely on a small black notebook and pen in his hands. You watched as his brow furrowed, his lips moving with unsaid words.
You studied his handsome face, a strong set of brows and prominent lips with strangely colored hair, and you wondered idly if he was an idol. You focused your attention back to the black scenery outside and decided here was far enough. Your legs ached to move, to keep them busy. You reached up to pull the string to let the driver know to stop, but the only other passanger beat you to it, his tall frame and long arms easily reaching the string first.
The bus halted slowly and you made your way to stand, picking up your small backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. The other passanger walked past you, notebook still in his hand, and thanked the driver politely as he exited the bus.
You muttered a quick thank you as well and exited after him, watching the bus drive off. You watched as the handsome man made to cross the street, and chuckled as he stumbled lightly, dropping his notebook to the cement.
Your smile fell as you watched him bent down to pick it up, you eyes darting between him and an oncoming car that wasn’t slowing down. Panic filled your chest and your legs moved before you gave consent, closing the ten foot gap between you.
Your hand reached out and grabbed the back of his jacket, yanking him roughly back as the car zoomed past. The man snapped his head to look at you, plump lips parted, his heavy panting making little clouds in the chilly night air.
His voice was much deeper than you expected. You swallowed thickly and you chastised yourself for the full 30 seconds it took you to respond.
“O-of course. No problem.” Your eyes fell to the ground and you had no idea why this complete stranger had so much of an effect on you. Sure, he was handsome, but you weren’t the type to fall for someone just for their looks. You willed yourself to look him in the eyes, but the dimpled smile that settled on his beautiful face caught you off guard. “You should be more careful,” you managed out.
A soft, deep chuckle left his lips. “You sound like Jin-hyung.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m sorry, who?” Should I know who he was? you thought. The way he spoke his name so casually with you made you feel like you were already friends with the two, had known them for years. Your eyes scanned his face in the dim street light for any sign of recognition but none came.
The man’s eyes widened, a bit taken aback. “I’m really sorry, I thought you were a fan.” He tried hiding his flustered face, bowing deeply, glasses almost falling off when he came back up. “Thank you for saving me. I should go,” he said quickly, and turned to walk in the opposite direction he was headed before.
A fan? So he must be an idol, you thought. You smiled, glad to not be the only one flustered. Your eyes traced his quickly leaving silhouette and fell on the notebook still laying on the ground.
“Wait!” you called out, proud that your voice was steadier with distance between you. You walked over to the notebook, and picked it up, brushing off the rocks and dust that had gathered in the small amount of time.
You heard his footsteps approach behind you and turned, handing it to him. He took the small notebook in both hands, an apologetic yet dimpled smile on his lips. “Thank you, again. I owe you.”
“May I at least have your name?” you asked, your voice sounding a little more hopeful than you would like.
“Rap Monster,” he replied almost instantly and you shook your head.
“No, your real name,” you smiled and you couldn’t help the teasing toned laced with your words.
A deep, genuine chuckle rang in your ears and the sound was gone too soon. He smiled. “My name is Namjoon.”
“Look how cute! Taehyung-ah, look!” you called out excitedly, pointing at the small puppies for sale. You knelt down and began to pet the closest one in the pin, Taehyung smiling adoringly at you. He stood beside you and leaned down picking up one of the puppies, hugging it close. The puppy began showering Taehyung in puppy kisses, and a laugh escaped his throat. You beamed up at him at the sound.
“Can I have her?” Taehyung smiled at the older woman, and nodded. She handed you a leash, collar and a small bag of puppy food. You bounced excitedly in your place beside him, cooing at the puppy.
You placed the collar and leash on the puppy and Taehyung set her down to walk beside you eagerly. You smiled down at the puppy, keeping the leash close while walking on the sidewalk.
“What should we call her?” You asked, staring in admiration at the puppy. Taehyung looked back to the puppy and smiled wide. Your eyes met for only a split second before the street in front of you catching your attention. You eyes widened as you grabbed Taehyung’s hand and harshly pulled him back just as a car tore by. The driver let out a string of curse words out his opened window but was muffled by the rush of blood in your ears. Adrenaline pumped through you almost painfully as you eyed Taehyung with concern.
A nervous laugh left his lips and you could tell he was trying to make light of the situation. He licked his lips. “Did you just save me?” He asked playfully. You pulled him into a tight embrace, arms locking above his neck, head resting against his solid chest.
“Just be careful, dork,” you breathed into his t-shirt. You could hear the pounding of his heart, as you willed yours to calm down.
“What are you saying?” you breathed. Tears streamed down your face, and you prayed that in the dark of the night, the street lamp hid your tears well. You watched as Jimin, eyes full sadness and pain, mouthed words that wouldn’t make sense to you, no matter how hard you tried to string them together.
“(Y/N), we can’t do this anymore,” he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “My company threatened my contract because I was hiding this relationship. They said if don’t get rid of my distraction, then I might not debut.”
You couldn’t help it. The tears fell from your face harder, sobs threatening to break through your lips. You shook your head, too many thoughts flooding your mind at once. He’s worked too hard for this. He’s sacrificed so much for this relationship that it’s hurting his dreams. You willed your voice to be steady.
“Okay.” It was a simple acknowledgement, but one word had your whole world crumbling. You had built a tower out of hope and future plans with the man standing in front of you, only for one support beam to be taken out from the bottom, your whole future collapsing with it.
Jimin looked away from you, eyes glassed over with tears. This was it. No fighting for the relationship, no harsh words of unkept promises. He swallowed thickly.
You watched as he backed away from you, stepping off the curb to cross the street back to the dorms. He sighed, running a hand through his newly dyed hair and turned around.
Through your muffled mind, you recognized the sound of a bicycle approaching fast, causing you to look away from Jimin just in time to react. You yanked his forearm back onto the curb, narrowly missing the path of the bicyclist.
He looked from you to the retreating form of the bike and sighed for what felt like the tenth time in your short meeting. “Thanks,” he muttered, sparing you one last glance before heading in the direction of the dorms, head hung low.
“Oppa! Oppa, wait up!”
You heard the high shrills of screaming teenage girls before you could actually see them from your place on the corner of the bust stop, and were sure some poor idol was having a bad night. You looked over and eyed the edge of the crowd of the busy street filled with vendors and independent street shops.
Your brow furrowed when a tall frame brushed past the crowd and sprinted towards the safety of the open sidewalk, in your direction. His black face mask was pushed as far up as his chin would let it, hair a mess as if he had been wearing a hat and lost it in his struggle to leave.
You sighed and felt sorry for the boy, a strange pang of wanting nothing more than to protect him washed over you. You pushed the unwanted feeling down. You had no idea who he was, and certainly no reason to protect him. From his broad back and large muscles (that you definitely didn’t notice), he was more than capable of protecting himself.
The boy ran past you, head still looking back towards the crowd for any sign of being followed. Panic filled your chest has he stepped out onto the busy street and you immediately grabbed the back of his striped shirt and pulled him back to the sidewalk, yanking him as hard as you could behind the view of the brick building just as a group of teenagers emerged from the crowd.
They eyed you suspiciously, standing just beside the brick building near the bust stop. “He went that way,” and quickly pointed to an ally leading to another busy street in the opposite direction of you and the boy. The girls took of at a run down the ally, and when the coast was clear, you turned to see the boy leaning against the wall, eyes closed.
“Tough night?” you called. You almost thought the boy hadn’t heard you, giving no sign of answering until he bounced off the wall and aimed his gaze at you.
Wow. Okay, you thought. The boy was definitely attractive, his shy bunny-toothed smile only enhancing how cute he was.
“Thank you so much,” he muttered and gave a polite bow. He nervously scratched the back of his hand and looked at anything other than your face. “Just don’t mention to anyone you saw me. I’m not supposed to be out by myself.”
You laughed at that, how young it made him sound, and his smile faltered at the sound. You smiled genuinely at him. “Don’t worry. I’m not even sure who you are.”
He blushed furiously and the shy smile returned. “You should probably go. They’ll be back for murder when they realize I sent them on a wild goose chase.”
He laughed at this, a hearty sound that was every bit real, and pride blossomed in your chest at causing the sound. He bowed again, smile still on his face. “Thanks again.”
Allura is a daughter of Ares. Now, mostly people think children of Ares are bullies, hot-tempered and arrogant simply because their godly father if the God of War. Allura is one of those who are cool headed. She’s the counselor of Cabin 5 for a reason. Sure, the others are scared of her because she emits this aura of authority. She’s one of the oldest demigods so she knows a whole lot more than everyone. Most see her as one of the highest “ranked” demigods since she shoulders a lot of responsibilities, but when Shiro arrived, she was partly glad and annoyed that suddenly being a son of Zeus made Shiro the big shot in camp. Most of her tasks were given to Shiro, at first she was a bit hostile towards him that even Keith started to dislike her. But once she realized that they were on the same side, she tried to be civilized and soon Shiro (plus Keith cause he sticks like a glue) and her are planning battle strategies with Pidge. During capture the flag, they’re usually on the opposing side, it brings out her competitiveness. She says “Don’t underestimate a daughter of Ares just because your Daddy is a bigshot up there” to Shiro when they’re face to face. Keith instantly goes in front of Shiro and attacks Allura to which Shiro is always surprised and tries to stop him. “She was insulting your Dad, Shiro!” And this was when Allura noticed that something was going on between the sons of Zeus and Hades.
Coran is definitely the oldest demigod. He was supposed to leave camp when he reached a certain age but Apollo, his godly father, wanted him to stay and help run the camp because Coran was capable of doing so. He’s cheerful, insightful, full of knowledge and just downright the perfect guy you get to meet first when you enter camp. He’s kind to everyone and he would just randomly spout out some random trivia that demigods both love and hate at the same time. Keith, Pidge and Hunk are usually the ones who love his trivia and they tend to remember them and those have helped them during their quests. Coran is a gorgeous man. During his early years, whenever he retells the story, he was apparently the James Dean of his teenage years. Girls and boys crushing on him everywhere, being the son of Apollo does that to everyone. He has healing powers and he always nags Keith for always visiting him in the infirmary. “What is it this time, son of Hades?” And Keith mutters a different excuse every time. Coran later soon found out that the child of Hades just needed to release steam for his “feelings” in which Coran smiled to because he knew. He tells Keith to find other outlets and perhaps talk it out. A few days later, he finds the young demigod walking side by side a son of Zeus with a big smile on his face, their pinkies intertwined. B)
Ok so major vent/fuck coworkers post because I swear if I don’t I’m going to punch this fucker’s teeth in. Its long without a tl;dr so im sorry viewers
There is this slimey mother fucker at my work… lets name him Graig… and he is that insufferable “teacher’s pet” kind of person (read as: the store manager’s bitch), and hes that fuck that will kiss everyone’s ass and act really nice and polite but then actively talks shit and tries to snitch on u for something u may or may not have done the moment ur back is turned. But he talks the most shit on people who are “in his way” (ie: people whi arent managers but are still in a higher position than him) and he actively tries to sabotage blue shirts because he thinks that if the one in front of him is gone they have no choice but to make him a blue shirt. In every case he successfully pisses off a blue shirt to the point they leave, my manager just hires another blue shirt
Here’s a little segway to explain how the heirarchy of Dankin Doodoos works. At the top of a specific store is the manager who wears a red shirt in the middle are the shift leaders who wear blue shirts and at the bottom are the crew who wear white shirts
Now backstory for Graig so this will make sense: at this point he is a White Shirt and hes pissed because he is p much the store’s bitch and all he does is complain about how he doesnt have a Blue shirt, how he deserves a blue shirt even tho he takes waaaaay too many short cuts, actively ignores when Blue shirts ask him to do something or tell him to move to a different station, actively creates and perpetuates rumors to cause discourse, is very rude to customers, didnt know how to do most stuff that ur p much supposed to learn in training, literally fucks up most of his drinks, etc the list goes on and on for why he shouldn’t have one and shouldnt even work here for that matter and we were all even told by our District Manager (a big higher up) he will never have a blue shirt. I came to work at this location after him but as a whole I was an actual manager at my old store so i was immediately put in a blue shirt position. He was not happy about that one fucking bit. I didn’t care. I was nice to him, hoping if i didnt give him anything to bitch about hed eventually fuck off and do his goddamn job.
Now onto the reason I say fuck Graig. I used to stream myself playing video games on twitch on my off time from work, which was A) a great stress reliever and B) something I’ve wanted to make a career for a while now. My manager knew I used to do this because I’d gush about how much I loved doing it so much. Id given a lot of my coworkers my twitch url and told them to come watch some time and it was all fun!
But then one day my manager calls me into the office (with, of course Graig pretending to need shit out the office every 5 seconds so he can eavesdrop) and she tells me that someone had sent the url of one of my stored videos on twitch to my the district manager. It would have been all good, because i literally never say anyone’s name and i never say i work for Dankin, it was just a fun stream i did with my friend and honestly my hair was long and i look way different with my hair pulled up so i might not have even been recognised so any of the foul language and dicks and stuff i joked about wouldnt have even mattered. But of course they absolutely had to try and get me with something, so they saw my shirt, which said DankinRonpa (a parody of Danganronpa) on it with a bear on it was close enough to the Dankin Doodoos design that I was representing my location and decided that everything i was doing was inappropriate so I was literally almost fired. And my district manager even made the comment that she had saved the url to my page so that shes going to check in from time to time to make sure im not doing anything inappropriate. Thankfully my manager saved my ass by pointing out it was a first time offense, i didn’t know that my shirt would let people know where i work, promised it wont happen again etc etc
I was so upset i still havent back streaming because im terrified shell keep her promise. So now if i want to continue streaming i have to abandon my current twitch channel (and all 200 followers) and start fresh.
Of course after my shift is over my actual friend that worked there at the time also as a blue shirt let me know that Graig decided he had “had enough of me” and decided to prove that he had “eyes everywhere” and sent the link to my district manager.
And the kicker? The real fucking kicker? He got a job as a assistant manager at a dollar corporal and he had put in his two weeks in the same fucking email he sent my twitch url in. He legitimately had no fucking reason to do it other than to be a petty piece of shit.
Oh and even after he left, he kept calling the store, asking whoever answered the phone how much they were making, then told them they could make more at his dollar corporal like are you fucking serious? And what hes doing is trying to convince people to leave their job here and to come work under him. And from what the other managers say, its because he acts like hes a fucking bigshot and yells at everyone and hes already driven off half the staff.
And wouldnt you know it, because of that they severely cut his hours to the point where he came crawling back this past week. But because right now, my store is so severely understaffed because all the hires have additudes and refuse to come in on time, they damn near handed him a blue shirt.
But he always nags me when i dont let him touch my drawer or count the safe, or let him in drive thru. “Oh why dont you trust people?” And then try to guess why: “is it that rumor i heard about you getting in trouble over youtube?” And honestly that pisses me off even more because he was there when i had the conversation with someone esle i worked with and even asked questions about it, so he knows. And one of these days hes going to catch me when im not in uniform and not in the store and im gonna whoop his fucking ass if he doesnt leave me alone
Ok so this is kind of an out there type of ask but I saw an imagine kinda similar ish and it made me think of this, but an Archie imagine where him and the reader out a couple years older and have a baby? Just like lots of fluff and stuff?
A/N: I bloody love this request so much it’s unbelievable. And yes, I know that being married at 20 is a bit young but it’s true love y’all.
May 23rd 2021
The morning was like any other. I awoke to the sound of my husband wriggling out of bed and plodding to our daughter’s room. Every morning I still think it’s a dream, me waking up next to my highschool sweetheart Archie Andrews and our gorgeous new baby girl Ida. Yes, we’re young and possibly going to make some mistakes but at least we have each other.
I could hear his sweet voice nursing her from slumber to prepare for our busy day that is Archie’s first day of recording in a studio. We had flown out to LA just after Ida was born so that Archie could finally record his first song for his EP. I was apprehensive but once I saw how happy it made him, I agreed.
It was hard living away from our families but both were supportive of our relationship and Archie’s talent so we left Riverdale for LA.
“C’mon pretty, let’s go get mommy up for the day. It’s a big day for daddy and everyone in the studio.” He chuckled as he returned to our room and gently sat on the bed.
My eyes had yet to open and meet the sunlight streaming in through the largest window of our bedroom. Our apartment that was provided by the record company was too good to be true. Big white walls with modern furnishings, a lovely kitchen and three great bedrooms. Our belongings were neatly placed in the wardrobes once we arrived and that’s when it started to become home.
“Babygirl, it’s time to get up.” Archie said quietly as Ida cooed in my ear. Her little noises and cute laughs finally made my eyes open as I turned to face to my loving husband.
“Hello bigshot.” I said in a croaky voice. I scared myself with the sound of my voice and made a funny face which caused Archie to laugh and little Ida to grin.
“Come get up, we’ve got to be at the studio in two hours. I made breakfast last night so we wouldn’t have to worry this morning and all the bags are packed so we can just eat, shower, get dressed and leave.” He smiled kissing my cheek with a gentleness I will never get used to. Then like a lightbulb going off in my mind I recounted the few sentences Archie had uttered to me. He made breakfast.
“Archie, please tell me you didn’t burn the kitchen down making breakfast.” I sighed and he laughed shaking his head. He placed his left hand on my cheek and I felt the cool metal of his wedding band against my warm skin.
“It’s cereal. Honey, when I said made I meant poured two bowls of Cheerios and left a bottle of milk on the middle shelf of the fridge. I have little missy’s breakfast all ready to go as well.” He smiled at our daughter. Even though she’s only 5 months old, she looks more and more like her father everyday. Even though she has my hair, she was lucky enough to inherit Archie’s beautiful eyes.
“Well then, let’s get the Andrews family ready for the day.” I smiled as I took Ida from Archie and hopped out of bed to go to the kitchen. Archie turned on the radio in the kitchen as I put Ida into her highchair.
Castle on the Hill was blaring throughout the rooms making me have a greater spring in my step. I looked up to see my husband dancing around our kitchen in his grey sweatpants using the milk bottle as a microphone. I laughed loudly almost doubling over. This was a regular occurrence in our household.
“How did I get so lucky?” Archie suddenly said pouring the milk into the bowls. That sentence made me stop in my tracks.
“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” I questioned walking closer to him. I put both my elbows on the cold marble work surface. I was genuinely confused.
“I’m so blessed that I’ve been given the chance to record for this label and have this apartment and a beautiful daughter and the most amazingly beautiful, caring, loving, kind, sexy, best wife in the whole world. I’m only 20 and I’ve been given this much. I can’t thank you enough babygirl.” Archie said pulling me into a sweet and loving kiss.
We broke away from the kiss quickly to turn and face our daughter, covered in applesauce and milk. No surprises there.
“Well bless you honeybun.” Archie laughed as I did too. I look at the clock on the wall seeing it was 11 am. I quickly kissed him once more and almost fell over my own feet.
“Archie! We only have an hour left!” I shouted as I bolted to Ida to take her to shower and do my makeup simultaneously. I could hear Archie tripping over his own feet and running into the bathroom.
“You, put your war paint on, I’ll clean baby.” He said turning the bath on and taking Ida from me. I quickly applied primer and realised I didn’t have time for foundation so I plastered concealer across my face, powdered like a mad woman and drew my eyebrows on. I swiped mascara over my lashes and applied a quick layer of liquid lipstick.
“Baby is clean and dressed, quick we’ve 20 minutes until we have to leave, that’ll make it 11 30 and that gives us 30 minutes to get there.” Archie panicked pulling on a baseball tee and jeans. I picked out my favourite outfit and put it on quickly before running to Ida’s crib and placing her in car seat.
“We’re leaving in 5 honey!” I shouted running down the hallway to the door. I grabbed my shoes and bag from beside the door and rushed down the stairs that led to the entrance of our house. I placed Ida into the car and strapped her in.
“Go go go baby!” Archie shouted from the door as he locked it and I hopped into the passenger seat. He ran down the stairs and got into the car and began driving.
“Archie, this is really happening. You’re gonna be famous.” I smiled as he took my hand and laced his fingers through mine as he navigated the short drive to the studio.
“Might baby. I might be.” He chuckled lightly a he turned the corner. Just then, the studio came into view.
He pulled into a parking space and as a family, we went inside. The lovely workers brought us to the studio where Archie’s producer and mixer were with a team of many others. They were all lovely and took a liking to Ida.
“Ok Archie, you ready to start?” James, his producer asked as I sat down with Ida on the couch facing the booth. Archie was smiling brightly inside as he nodded and the music began to play. His voice soothed my ears and made Ida clap her hands loudly making everyone in the room smile.
“Dada!” Ida squealed as Archie stopped singing with surprise and my jaw dropped. The music stopped and everyone turned to face the little girl on my lap.
“Ida! You little smartie!” I screamed hugging her tightly as Archie ran into the mixing room.
“She’s 5 months and talking! Oh god Daddy is so proud of you baby!” Archie smiled kissing her head and hugging me.
“I’ve a lovely little family.” I smiled as everyone “awwed” behind us. Archie laughed and kissed my forehead lightly.
“I love you.” Archie sighed brushing a stray piece of hair away from my face. I smiled widely and chuckled.
As a bigshot Hollywood producer, I know that, in the past, Hollywood wouldn't see the meaning of the success of Get Out. But it's 2017, we're woke now. For instance, I have both of Kendrick Lamar's albums; I've read part of Ta-Nehisi Coates's book. I saw Get Out and I see the obvious take away - Allison Williams is box office gold. I really admire how she's taken advantage of the opportunities she been given. She's the girl next door (literally! She's my neighbor!), an All-American success story
Just FYI, I never want this character to write in again.
I’ve come to realize the one thing that annoys me the most about the Zakuul expacs.
The Outlander, supposed hero and savior of the galaxy, just does whatever they are told to do. If it’s not Lana or Theron giving the next mission, it’s Valkorion giving us direction.
This abomination: ate two planets; tortured possibly the most powerful pre-Skywalker Jedi ever(with all due respect to critics of canon Revan, feel free to ignore this bullet point); manipulated not one, but two Empires into worshipping him; manipulated the woman who fell in love with him(or maybe he seduced her); emotionally abused his two sons a la the old Sith philosophy of “the strong destroying the weak”, leading one of them to be pushed so far as to murder his twin in pure rage(not defending it, but even Arcann knew in that moment what he did was wrong); had his daughter tortured and brainwashed because he was scared of her; killed and tortured his own father for centuries; killed and tortured his mother…and we just blindly take his guidance.
Yes, you can reject his power. But seeing how everyone, from the psychopaths to the hippies, got the exact same ending, it doesn’t make a difference, does it? You can offer to make peace with Arcann on Asylum…only to have Valkorion pop up and provoke him into attacking you. Only Lana is ever concerned about his presence in our head…and then she says in Visions in the Dark “go talk to him so we can plan an assault on Zakuul”. Lana, my girl, I like you, but you literally tell players who use his power that maybe it’s not a wise idea to use his power in chapter 8.
A redeemed Arcann asks if you’re in control, or if Valkorion pulls your strings. You can say you make your own choices, but you don’t, do you? Lana and Theron(what the fuck happened to his characterization?) organize the public trolling of Vaylin via using her command phrase, which does nothing but make us look like self righteous bigshots. You HAVE to recruit all companions that aren’t Alliance alerts. Of course, you can kill most of them off depending on your choices, but that’s another meta. You HAVE to kill Vaylin, even if you expressed sympathy for her in Dark Reunions and Into the Void.
You’re not really a hero or a leader. You’re a puppet.
I honestly feel so fucking bad for people who let any semblance of “success” on Tumblr get to their head.
It’s a fucking microblogging website, no one on here is a bigshot, and everyone is using their page as a free therapist. It’s time to stop being elitist about this shit just because your dumbass text post got 10k notes.
Could we have some mobtale bros waking up to their so AFTER their first time together, if ya know what I mean ;) and also maybe some suggestions as to what their first time together was like.
Not really NSFW so I’m not going to leave it under the cut.
Bigshot smirks as you cuddle next to him, your naked body draped over his. As you sleep, he gently strokes your hair and pulls out a cigar as he recalls last night’s events.
You were supposed to be a fling, something he’d forget about a week from now. Your exquisite body drew him close, in the heat of Grillby’s bar, and he had to have a taste. You were nothing like he’s ever seen before, the way you contort your body, your ringing laughter, his name on your lips as you moan in pleasure.
BS never planned on having someone like you walk into his life and turn shit upside down. He knows guns, deals, blackmail, compromises, but love? Maybe that’s something he could try with you.
He’s been wanting to do this with you for a while, so when you finally agreed last night, he was ecstatic! Lucky pulled out everything in the dating manuel he bought; romantic dinner, rose petals leading to the bed, fresh wine, soft music. But the star was you. You, who showed him a side of life he’s never seen before. Only under your touch will he surrender, will he show you the secret part of him, will he let himself be vulnerable. In his life, all Lucky’s ever known is violence and deception, but he still believes that the world could be a better place. You proved him right last night.
When he wakes up beside you this morning, he instantly knows that you’re the one. He’s going to marry you, even if it might be dangerous because he’s going to protect you at all costs. You are the world to him, and a reminder that everything is going to be okay.
Summary: Ryan’s always tried to keep his distance from others. Being an immortal only makes it harder to build relationships, especially after outliving everyone he’s ever loved. It’s why he joined the Gents– the most powerful crew in Los Santos. Thanks to their immortality, they are rivaled by no one– until they meet a small gang that seems to share their unique abilities. And even worse, Ryan develops feelings for a member of their crew, a young man named Jeremy.
Pairings: Jeremy/Ryan, mentioned Michael/Gavin
Warnings and tags: Depictions of Violence, romantic pining, bad flirting