black-mild

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March 24, 2017.
its been 4 days since im working on my economy notes and also reviewing some of the old uni tests and im kinda satisfied with how it looks omg i havent been sooo happy with my notes before😅😅 (i know its kinda bleeding but yeah its just a cheap brand of notebook sooo and its A4 which much bigger than i used to write my notes soo i kinda like it)

pens i used in this:
✏ Zebra Sarasa Pen 0.5mm in Black
✏ Zebra Mildliner in Mild Magenta, Mild Gold, Mild Smoke Blue, Mild Blue Green and Mild Blue
✏ Crayola Supertips in Turquoise, Sun Yellow and Light Peach
✏ Artline Stix in Apricot and Light Blue
✏ Snowman Brush Pen in Black
✏ Zig Kuretake Fudebiyori Brush Pen in Indigo
✏ Tombow Fudenosuke Hard Tip

alsooo ive been listening to Stay by Zedd ft. Alessia Cara this whole week omg that song sooo good😍😍😍

90. We are not allowed to streak across the field during a Quidditch Match.

Is that – Hang on – Is that a person on the field?

Amelia paused on her broom, shifting her arm so the quaffle was securely tightened in the crook of her elbow against her chest, and squinted her eyes down below at the ground as she tried to make out the figure. She could hear the buzzing of brooms around her halt, and looked up to see that others were stopping as well.

“Ames!” James Potter, the captain of her team, yelled at her, catching her attention, “What’re you doing? Go make a goal!”

Ames shook her head and pointed down at the ground with her free hand – unable to coherently explain why she had stopped.

Confused, her captain looked down at the ground at the scene that everyone else was now focused on as well.

Screams immediately started filling the audience as they abandoned watching the paused game for the boy on the field.

Amelia heard James curse out, “Bloody hell, Black.”

James waved his arm at Black, down below, and screamed out, “Oi, mate, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

In response, Sirius yelled back, “Whoo hoo!”

Then he did a cartwheel.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is unbelievable. We have a streaker on our Quidditch field and – based on the words I’m hearing come out of Professor McGonagall’s mouth – I’d say this is the first time ever! Props to Sirius Black for doing what no one else dared to do.

Ames shook her head, letting out a slight laugh as she listened to the announcer, a Hufflepuff student whose name she didn’t remember, praise the crazy boy from her house.

She didn’t know Sirius Black well as he was a couple of years older than her.  She only knew him as James Potter’s slightly (possibly an under-exaggerated term) crazy friend who disliked James playing Quidditch and loved pulling pranks.

If anyone was going to strip their clothes and run out onto the field in front of hundreds of eyes, she would have guessed it to be him.

Black is – hang on – I stand corrected. Black isn’t the only brave man in Gryffindor it seems. Welcome Remus Lupin to the field.

Amelia’s eyebrows shot high on her forehead as she watched Remus jog onto the field, also in no clothes. Sirius and Remus high-fived – although it was obvious, even from this distance, how uncomfortable the latter was.

Out of the rest of James’ friend group – Remus was the last one she would have expected to join Sirius on the field. Her first guess would have been James himself – as he was usually Sirius’ partner-in-crime and had no shame about his body.

(Nor should he – Amelia had peeked a couple of times while they were in the locker room. She knows she probably shouldn’t have, but he’s incredibly good looking and she’s a teenage girl with little self-control.)

But, alas, he was up in the air on a broom not too far from her. 

Her next guess would have been Peter – mostly because she’s observed him doing whatever the other boys wanted him to do.

Remus, on the other hand, always seemed so quiet and shy. She had never actually talked to Remus, only ever seeing him afar off, often times with a book in his hands. She’d assumed he was the responsible one in the group, the only logical one. After all, he was a prefect.

Words her mother always used to say when she was growing up flashed into her mind.

It’s always the quiet ones you got to watch out for.

She hummed to herself wondering if perhaps she had judged his character incorrectly.

Amelia turned back to James, curious to know what his reaction was to this new development, and merely started laughing as she watched him shake his head while muttering, “I’m gonna kill them both.”

Realizing that someone’s eyes were on him, James looked up to see Amelia, and glanced down at the ball in her arms. He nodded to the ball and held his hands up, calling out, “Throw me the quaffle.”

Amelia did so without hesitation, he was the captain for a reason after all, and watched James for a moment as he caught it effortlessly and rode off on his broom to make a goal while the others were preoccupied.

Her attention was drawn back to the field when the announcer said:

Looks like we’ve got a couple of professors on the field to mitigate this problem. They’ll escort them off the field and – no! Black and Lupin and making a break for it! They’re running in the opposite direction – this is incredible!

Amelia shook her head as she realized it was Professor Slughorn and Professor Flitwick who were on the field. If they wanted to catch the boys, they really should have sent Professor McGonagall.

A flash of movement from the side caught her eye and Amelia glanced over just as James threw the Quaffle into the opposing team’s pitch, taking advantage of the other team’s Keeper’s attention being drawn away elsewhere.

We’ve got Lupin dodging a grab while Black is weaving in a criss-cross motion through-out the field. Can the professor’s catch them – Yes!”

Amelia abandoned watching James to look back onto the field, trying to see who had been caught. Professor Slughorn was hunched over, taking deep breaths, as Professor Flitwick had his wand out aimed at Sirius. Meanwhile, Sirius looked to be frozen in his place, face down in the grass with his butt sticking straight up into the air.

“Looks like Professor Flitwick was able to stop Black, who appears to have lost his foothold whilst trying to escape. Lupin on the other hand is – going – going – GONE! He is off of this field, ladies and gentlemen. The professors will just have to catch up with him later if they are displeased with his actions.

Amelia joined the crowd in clapping for Remus as he made his daring escape. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but be mildly impressed.

Looks like the excitement is over folks, time to go back to the game where Captain Potter has made a goal. Better keep a closer eye on those posts – wait – what’s this? Is that? Did he?

Amelia turned her head quickly to look over at Adrian, their team’s seeker, who was smiling while holding the golden snitch up in the air.

I don’t believe it: he has done it! Belts has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!

Joining in the cheers with the rest of her team (and her house), Amelia knew that this wasn’t a game she was likely to forget any time soon.

@paragon-polygon said: the cursed condom is going to finally come up isn’t it i feel like my whole life is finally coming together

@justanothersimsblog said: lol, I thought the SAME things @paragon-polygon said, when I started reading

OMFG that fucking condom -_- Pretty sure the only one truly cursed by that was me!! It’s haunted me & my inbox ever since. lmao. I’m getting there, I promise. Soon. Very soon. Very very soon. Very very VERY soon (ok.. that may be too many very since we all know how slow & inconsistent I can be…) but it will be addressed in an upcoming update in the near future so stay tuned ;)

Okay so this is what went down With Ezra lol

Me: heyyyyy *probably with finger guns*
Him: heyyyyyy *smiles nicely at me and knowingly*
Me: what are you doing here?????
Him: just traveling getting some gas what are youuuuu doing???
Me: I’m going to the bathroom lol


he got three bags of cheetos American spirits two black and milds and tea wearing a protect trans kids shirt

Bless him 🙏🏼

Touched by an angel

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.

I work at a gas station, and we have regular customers, and some out of towners. This is about a regular.
Her name is Mary and she has MS and she lives in the hotel next door to us. Her closest relative lives in Savannah, about an hour away. She only comes to see Mary when it’s time to go to the doctor, so Mary comes to us for basic shopping needs in her roller scooter. Her chair is broken, so sometimes the hotel staff will wheel her over in a standard wheel chair to get things. Sometimes one of our local drunks will bring her for the price of a beer and a black and mild, but that’s another story.
She’s a sweet old woman, and has certain favorite items. Popcorn and strawberry flavored milk are two specific ones. She rolled herself in today and nobody was there to help her. No one pushed her today.
So knowing the volume of items she tends to buy at a time, I walk up and offer to help her carry things. She graciously thanked me and said she wanted to buy 6 strawberry milk pints.
Ok. No prob. Start grabbing them out of the cooler. There are only four left. She had bought six the day before. The shelf only holds nine pints, and the milk man comes once a week, bringing only enough to fill the shelf, since its not as popular a seller as chocolate or whole milk. I tell her I only have four.
She flipped. Like a light.
“So!?,” she proclaimed.
“Well,” I said, “there are only four left, and they’re yours, but that’s all I have.” She gets angrier.
“Well, I’m here to buy them, you should be glad I’m here buying them. I want six!”
I’m getting anxious at this point. I don’t like repeating myself, and I don’t know how else to explain to her what is happening without dumbing it down to the point of insult.
“Yes ma'am, and I’m sorry that we don’t have six for you, but you can certainly purchase these last four.”
She stares at me incredulously, and proceeds to exclaim more and more loudly that she wants six.
At this point, my empathy for her leaves, and I react as though a child is throwing a tantrum. My mouth runs away with me. “Okay, how about this. I charge you for six, but you still only get four because that’s ALL I HAVE LEFT IN THE STORE.!”
She immediately adopts the innocent voice of the sweet old Mary I was so used to, and says “Well, that’s better now that you explained it right!”

…..

I was dumbfounded. Wtf just happened…? So I go to help her with the rest of her shopping thinking maybe she had a meltdown or something, then she accused me of thinking she was stealing and said she was a good girl who knows better.
I gave up. Took the milk to the counter, told my coworker she was her problem, apologized for dumping this woman on her, and went to the back to silently scream. My coworker had to come get me and ask what happened because despite being up at the counter, she hadn’t heard anything but my outburst at the end.

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.

Tldr: Regular customer comes in, always sweet. Has bitch fit about milk, yell at her, she thanks me, then accuses me of following her to make sure she isn’t stealing. Coworker saw nothing.

i remember the night
we sat on the roof
of that old church
 
your eyes burnt brighter
than my seventy cent lighter
ever could

your lips were sweet
like the wine flavored tips
of our cheap cigars
 
the air around you was
full of bitter smoke
but i moved in closer
because it would have been easier
to live without oxygen
than to go on without
your kisses

89. We are not allowed to move portraits from their wall to different places around the school.

I never realized how much I rely on the portraits for directions until we did this. - PP

Everyone does. That’s what made this so brilliant. - RL

Some of those portraits though are rather loud. I’ve never heard so many curse words coming from such a seemingly mild mannered woman in that portrait on the fourth floor. - JP

It felt like I was back at home with my ol’ mum really. - SB

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like mercy on a death row - ultraviolence - Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: "If he had a heart, he would be in love with her already, all strangeness and bright fire.“ // The story of Orson Krennic and the strange girl with stardust in her eyes.

Rating/Warnings: M (just to be safe), CLICHE………sort of, some kissing, mentions of sex, fade to black, mild violence (I think)

Word Count: 8,751 (gdi I almost broke my personal “no 10k oneshot” rule)

Setting: FAERIE AU

Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story

Notes: I would like to thank Satan’s aide, @genmaximilianveers, for planting the idea of a Faerie AU in my head (although the rest was my own doing rip). I would also like to credit @maelinoe for the title and a line in the fic that I shamelessly borrowed from a poem of hers, used with her express permission.

This crackship has ruined my life

I used to watch you
Roll backwoods
Like it was art
Precision in your
Fingertips
Sparked heavy
conversation
We’d kick clouds
Chasing stars
On the smoke
Unfurled from you
Lips
You’d kiss me
Like you were
Searching for
Completion
Unwind ya
Frustrations
With my face
In your lap
I was happy there
Pleasing you
Invitation extended on
The tip…
Of your black and mild
We used to smile
Like worries were
Of yesterday
And tomorrow
Was of no consequence
In these moments
You showed me
Your soul
Threatened to sell
It to the devil
Tryna bring ya
Dreams to fruition
I’d beg you to stop
Remind you
You are a gift
And the world
Wasn’t ready to
Receive you
But I was.
And I did.
Quiet evenings
When you bared
Me your soul
And I let you
Access heaven
Thru my own
I wonder on these
Starry nights
If you remember
Where is home.


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