box shelves

Retail Horror Stories. GO.

I’ll start.

One time this lady and her daughters came into our store and made an absolute tornado of a mess. I work at a shoe store so there’s a lot of stuff that are put into the boxes for packaging reasons. This stuff gets absolutely everywhere on the floor and on the shelves. Boxes and shoes are just strewn about.

One of the daughters, a younger age, starts trying to clean up after herself. Great. Awesome. How polite! But then her mom stops her and says in the most snarky tone, “We don’t need to clean. That’s what THE EMPLOYEES are paid to do. Leave it.”

my college dorm packing list:

the school year’s winding down here, and I know a lot of you are about to start your first year of college. sometimes, this involves moving into a dorm, and there are so many dorm packing lists out there that tell you about so many “”necessities.”” this really easily gets overwhelming, so here’s the list of things that I have in my dorm right now that I really appreciate having!

bedding:

  • two sets of sheets - make sure they’re the right size for the bed (often dorm beds are twin xl). i got two sets which included a pillow case, fitted sheet, and regular sheet. sometimes, the ‘college’ sets have pockets on the sides of the fitted sheets which can be super useful, esp if you decide to loft your bed!
  • pillows - when I was buying dorm stuff, i had the designer dorm room in mind (which is the goal for a lot of people when shopping, but it’s not super easy to attain. just stick to what works for u!). this, for me, involved pillows. i have 2 normal pillows (either i sleep on both or i alternate them out so no one of them gets too flat), and a smaller, soft decor pillow (i use this mostly to block up the space between the bed and the wall so my other pillows don’t fall off when i use them as a backrest haha), and a fourth, white fluffy square pillow (this one just looked cute, but i ended up using it as a desk chair cushion bc my chair didn’t come with one, it’s been a lifesaver!!)
  • comforter (tbh it’s always so hot in my dorm room that i hardly use this, and mostly just stick to the sheets haha, but it’s definitely important in winter)
  • extra blankets - just a couple lighter ones i use when i just wanna curl up or when i don’t need something as heavy as a comforter
  • foam mattress pad - !!!!! cannot stress this one enough. it makes my bed so comfortable. my dorm bed is now nicer than my home bed. i 100% recommend getting one of these (and make sure its the thick sheet of foam, not those weird cloth ones that make you feel weird when you touch it haha)

desk:

  • desk chair cushion (mentioned above) - wait until you see your room for this one, your desk chair might already have a cushion. if it doesn’t, get something to use as one. your butt will thank you, and it’ll make it so much easier to study. (also some people i know wanted to get their own desk chair - the rolly cushy kind - so if that’s what you want, go for it!)
  • desk lamp! - if you’re like me, you’ll stay up hours later than your roommate, and you need to be able to see. the kind i got was actually given away free from my uni, but it has usb ports and 3 different levels of intensity for the light itself, so it’s really nice!
  • cups/pen holders - stay organized. i brought a mug for this and ended up getting a few free cups at giveaways, and vases from flowers and things like that that I use to hold the pens on my desk.
  • misc desk organizers - to keep your study space put together and to keep all your stuff in a decent place (it’s so easy to lose things, even in such a small space)

closet/clothes storage:

  • hangers - i just got a couple packages (about 24 total i think?) which ended up being the perfect amount for me
  • sweater organizer shelves thing - these are everywhere at stores for dorm shopping. it’s basically a stack of box shelves. they also have drawers you can get for them, but i don’t have any of those. i just stuff my sweaters/cardigans/sweatshirts/extra sheets in there, it’s nice and saves a lot of closet space!

shower/hygiene supplies:

  • towels - i got 4 towels, just so i don’t have to do laundry as often. it ended up being a good amount for me. also a lot of people i know have washcloths, which wasn’t something i thought about but is a good idea if you use them!
  • shower caddy - a necessity! i use one of the bag ones, instead of the plastic ones, and i’ve heard a lot of people with the hard plastic ones wishing they had the mesh bag type (but obvs u do u)
  • dry shampoo - super useful for when you didn’t get a chance to shower and want to at least try to look a bit more cleaned up
  • laundry detergent - pretty straightforward. also hamper/laundry bag/dryer sheets/whatever else you need to get ur clothes clean (also stock up on quarters if you have to pay per load)

misc:

  • hobby supplies - i do a lot of crocheting/brush lettering/reading, whatever your hobbies are, you’ll wanna do them, so keep stuff in your room for it
  • wall calendar/white board calendar - useful for planning and remembering important dates (also i use this to keep up w what my roomie has going on bc we don’t talk about that sorta thing a whole lot but it’s nice to know when she’ll be back/out of the room/whatever)
  • whiteboard - i have a bigger wall mounted one, but i use it for assignment/meeting reminders and also as a study tool for before exams. plus it’s fun to doodle on when i really don’t feel like doing anything  haha
  • string lights - sure, they’re a classic dorm cute thing, but they’re also useful when you want just enough light to see, but not enough to keep your roommate up or be distracting. i use mine all the time, plus it makes the room feel more warm and homey!
  • i also have a 10 foot long phone charger which is my heart and soul i love it sm it’s so useful bc i plug it in under my bed in the corner and not only reaches up to my bed, but also over to my desk. 10/10 would recommend.

Witches on a budget, I’m telling you, go to thrift stores. (I mean, if you want to. But I strongly recommend it.)

90% of my candle holders and candles in every conceivable color are from the local thrift store. One of them was literally a sealed package of witchcraft-specific candles with ritual instructions inside. I’ve found devotional statues, wooden boxes and shelves perfect for altars and witchy storage, all the interesting jars ever, seashells, stones, altar cloths and tarot deck cloth wraps, offering dishes, chalices, witchy books, tiny picture frames for ancestor pictures, and more. Most witchy things I see don’t even buy but leave behind because I don’t need them or they’re not relevant to my specific practices, but I’m always floored by how great they might be for others.

This post was inspired by the fact that I just bought handkerchiefs for devotional embroidery I’m going to work on, and an oracle deck in its original packaging (in a grab bag of other stuff I’m about to sort through, so maybe there’s more witchy stuff too!), for a total of $3. I’m serious. Just during a brief trip to my local Goodwill.

So, in conclusion, thrift stores? All the witchcraft supplies ever. Do some basic cleansing (usually just a quick mundane wash for things that have an interesting and safe energy to begin with) and you’re good to go.

If you want, reblog and tell me about your own thrifty witchy finds!

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Compliments And Complements

Originally posted by 0chlophobia


Pairing: Hannah Baker x Fem!Reader

Request: “I was wondering if you could write a Hannah baker x fem reader for your prompt 28 “you look sexy in these glasses” Thank you! I absolutely love reading your stuff!:) Have a great day:)”

“Pls do more Hannah Baker imagines!!! I can’t think of any ideas to request right now tho lol but I’d love to see more imagines with her”

Prompt:

28. “You look sexy in these glasses.”

Word count: 1.421

Posted: 13th of May 2017

A/N: Another Hannah imagine is up! I was posting this last night, but I fell asleep before finishing it. I was so tired and I am so so sorry! I hope that you enjoy this one and you can always send me some feed backs about it. I hope you have a nice day and thank you for requesting!

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests of my prompt imagines! Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name. A little bit of swearing


It was your free day and, luckily, you haven’t got any extra school activities to attend to. You needed a break from school because you were so stressed for your homework and group projects, for your needy teachers and for some shitty students that kept on fantasizing about the ass and the body of your girlfriend, Hannah.

“Hey, (Y/N).” You shook your head to bring yourself back to the reality. You looked at Hannah, who was sitting on the driver’s seat, and she had her sweet and lovely smile, one of the things you really loved in her. “We’re here.”

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed a little bit and you left a quick peck on her lips, earning some soft giggles from her. “Let’s go.”

“Yup.” You both got out of her car and you entered the mall with your hands tightly intertwined.

During the first months of your relationship, you were both afraid to hold each other’s hands in public because of people’s prejudices, but then you became more confident as the time passed by. You would still get some dirty looks from the people or you would still hear some judging mumbles behind you, but you would just shrug them off. You loved Hannah and you would never be ashamed of her, of your relationship, because you hadn’t got a reason to be one and you were proud of what you had with her.

“Finally, relax!” You heard Hannah exclaiming. You let out a heavy sigh of relief as you agreed with your cheerful girlfriend. “We both needed this.”

“I know, right?” You both laughed thoughtlessly as you lingered your relaxing day together.

You were happy that you’ve got some time to spend with Hannah. At least, she would stop thinking of those bullies, of the list that someone evil has created. She was giving weight to herself for something that those assholes have done and she wouldn’t stop thinking of it. Sometimes she would even feel observed by the people, while they fantasized of her butt. People sucked, didn’t they?

“What would you like to do, babe?” Hannah happily asked and it was obvious in her voice that she was so excited to spend some time with you too. She appeared less pensive and less absorbed in her thoughts.

“What do you suggest?” You smiled at her as you passed by different type of shops and restaurants. You never planned your dates with Hannah, you’ve always went with the flow and followed where your feet led you. It was unpredictable, more fun and less delusional.

“Wait,” She suddenly stopped in front of a shop and she tightened her grip on your hand to stop you. “Mum is planning on buying some eyeglasses and she asked me a favour, to look for something that might fit her well or something that doesn’t cost that much.”

“Sure!” You smiled at her and she smiled back at you before she dragged you to the store in front of you. “Olivia’s eye-sight is getting worse?”

“She told me so.” She raised her shoulders as she answered you. She then left your hand and headed to one of the shelves full of glasses. “She’s aging too fast because of the store, the stress.”

You nodded your head as you roamed your eyes around the shop. You were surrounded by different shelves with some different type of eyeglasses and sunglasses. There were shelves with boxes of contact lenses too, divided by their colours.

“Babe, how do I look with these?” Hannah called your attention and you smiled at her while walking towards her. You admired as the glasses enhanced her face and her eyes.

You look sexy in these glasses.” You honestly complimented her and she formed a big and wide smile on her red and full lips. You knew that she felt confident whenever you would give her some compliments and you loved her even more because she wasn’t one of those people who brag about their looks and their beautiful features.

“Flatterer!” She bit her lip as she tried to hide her red rosy cheeks. She was blushing and you couldn’t help but smile because of it.

“I was just stating the truth, my lady!” You rolled your eyes as you gently nudged her.

“Fine!” She raised her hands in defense and you both let out some loud laughs. She tried other different glasses, forgetting that she was looking at them for her lovely mother.

“These glasses would complement me to admire your ass better, Hannah!” You both turned around to reveal yourselves Marcus Cole, one of the maniacs who has always spat rude and sexual comments after the list at school.

“You would complement that trash bin if you threw yourself in there, Marcus!” You sassily replied as you defended your now hurt and sad girlfriend. How could something go wrong just like that?

“Wow, what a great compliment, (Y/N)!” Marcus smirked as he noticed how annoyed you were. Hannah took the glasses off her face and she stood beside you as she observed Marcus carefully.

“Get over yourself, Marcus!” You rolled your eyes as you lividly slapped Marcus on one of his cheeks. A loud and sharp clack was heard in the shop as you dealt with your aching and throbbing hand. You saw Marcus with his eyes wide open as he dealt with the sharp tingling sensation on his face. Your little group gained some attention from the crowd and they gave you some dirty looks because of it.

“(Y/N).” Hannah softly murmured to say that you didn’t have to do such thing.

Marcus was so rude to Hannah and you couldn’t stand that. Hannah was always the passive one, the one who’ve just received insults and abuses from people and she would never defend herself.

You were the exact opposite, you would always defend yourself with some heavy words, but words weren’t always enough to stop people from being annoying and assholes, they would always cross your line, if you ever let them to, even just once.

“You would pay for this, (Y/L/N)!” Marcus threatened you as you tightly grabbed Hannah’s hand. You bumped Marcus’ shoulder as you walked pass through him.

“What would you do, Cole? Humiliate me in public, just like what I did to you right now?” You harshly asked him and you waited for his answer but he remained silent. “You better behave yourself, if you don’t want to lose your fucking valedictorian shit title.”

You dragged Hannah out of the shop, while she silently apologized to the people in the store, and you continued on walking angrily, not taking care of the stares of these curious people. Why didn’t they mind their own business?

“Hey!” Hannah sweetly stopped you as she caressed your hand. “Thank you for defending me.” She gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek, calming your rage a little bit.

“Anything for you, beautiful.” You faced her and you gave her a true and wide smile. You might have made a scene in front of some people, but you didn’t care about it. You did it for Hannah and you believed that you just did the right thing. “Just don’t listen to those maniacs, okay?”

“I will try!” She suddenly wrapped her arms around you and you hugged her even tighter. “I love you, Babe.”

“I love you too, love.” You replied as you left a sweet kiss on her cheek. You hugged each other in the middle of the mall and you didn’t care of what people might think of you.

“You are the best!” Hannah whispered in a sweet voice and you admitted that she made you smile with those four words, shooing the anger that your body emanated.

“Flatterer!” You playfully said and she shook her head.

“I was just stating the truth, my lady.” She said as she copied what you had said to her before. You both let out some soft and contagious laughs to shake the bad thoughts off, you should be happy and not sad.

In fact, you were happy because Hannah was with you and she was happy because you were with her. Only God knew how much you completed each other’s lives. She was weak, but you helped her to be strong, you helped her to stand up for herself and to be brave. You helped her to be a better person and you saved her, you saved her from drowning in a sea full of shitty stuffs from shitty people.


when ur making a to-do list and you add things that you’ve already accomplished for the little thrill of joy u get checking them off

anonymous asked:

@ customers who ask me to "check for more in the back", please consider that "the back" is a chaotic mess of boxes and shelves and it would take a long time to properly look for what you need. 99% of the time, I'm the only cashier working. I can't be away from the register for long enough to check for anything back there or else there'll be a line wrapping around the store when I come back

Remember Me

Summary: You knew Sam when you were eighteen years old, and now you run into him again.

Word Count: 2300ish

Warning: Smut, angst

A/N: Not gonna lie. Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams came on in my car and this is what happened. Oops. Hope you enjoy!


“Sam? Sam Winchester?”

The man turns around, lips breaking into a nervous smile as his eyes focus on you instead of the boxes lining the shelves of the cereal aisle. “Y/N? What are you…I mean, hi.”

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anonymous asked:

Several questions: a) when did mulder first fall for scully, b) when did he realise it, c) when did scully fall for mulder, d) when did she realise it, e) when did they first bang forreal

I will try and keep this shorter than novel length…

I think Scully had a crush on Mulder in the very beginning. She was used to always being the smartest person in the room and here comes this handsome, weirdo genius with all this passion. The intellectual battles fired her up. For arguably the first time, Scully’s brain was matched in competency and it was exciting. She left medicine for a career in excitement, no? But she also recognized that he was an obsessed workaholic with no time or thought toward anything even remotely romantic. So, she flirted some and was jealous some (Phoebe) and eventually compartmentalized the crush. Scully’s ability to pack up thoughts and feelings into boxes with neat little bows and shelf them throughout the series still amazes me.

Mulder had a different experience in the beginning. Scully was a spy, she was not to be trusted, but here was this woman who actually listened to what he was saying. No one ever just listened to him and gave his thoughts consideration before disagreeing or dismissing him as crazy. He didn’t want to like her, because she was the enemy, but he couldn’t help himself. She gave him respect when no one else bothered. So, he tried to guard himself with sarcasm, but still ended up spilling his guts about his sister on their first case. There was no crush going on for him like there was for Scully- for a long time Mulder just didn’t believe he was worth anything. And the people in his life, namely his parents, kept proving that to him. So, when they were reassigned at the end of season 1, Mulder took it as Scully leaving him, and good for her, she’ll have a better life.

At this point, Scully had shelved her little crush but cared about Mulder enough to pull him out of his funk, even though he straight up ignored her in the hallway when she tried to say hi. Little Green Men was really Mulder’s moment to realize that Scully actually gave a shit, and oh my god he had a friend, a partner, in this. His spy guard came completely down at this point and all those caring feelings he pushed back came to the front. 

Then they took Scully away. Mulder went bat shit crazy. The one person, the one thing in his life that didn’t treat him like crap was gone. He didn’t know how to function anymore. I know a lot of people think he was in love with her then, but I don’t see it that way. He wasn’t capable of being in love quite yet, still too damaged and self-loathing. It was more like he’d been holding his breath for years and then finally inhaled. And right at that moment, all the oxygen was sucked out of the room. He totally panicked. His life didn’t make any sense without her anymore. Thank the lord she was returned, because I do believe that if she hadn’t been, he would’ve spiraled out of control and gotten himself killed within a year. He was so affected by her being gone, he traded his sister for her later that year. Season 1 Mulder wouldn’t have.

When Scully came back, her investment in the X-Files went up 1000%. They wanted to get those bastards together. Lots more touching and love in season 3, very deep friendship going on. If they were normal people with normal lives, they’d have fallen for each other during this time. But, this is Mulder and Scully and their focus was not on their relationship, it was on justice and the truth. They both trusted that the other would be there until their work was done, so there was no reason to question anything at this point. It was an unspoken pact between them that they’d keep going and keep fighting until all the questions were answered.

Season 4 is when things get interesting. Good ol’ Ed in Philly reminded Mulder that Scully is a person outside of their partnership and that he was taking her for granted. Right after this, cancer brings the whammy. That understanding they had going on that they’d both be in it to win it endlessly is completely shattered by Scully’s mortality. The cancer arc is where Mulder tips the scales and falls in love. He’s aware of it in his own way, but she is dying and there’s no point in exploring it at this time. The way he looks at her and touches her COMPLETELY changes and evolves in season 4. I’ll never forget his face when he sees her on the couch with Eddie Van Blundht.

Scully has a ton of emotional garbage thrown on her through season 4 and 5. Emily really messed her up and thoughts of being in love with Mulder were far from her head. I mean, she did, but she put it in a box and shelved it without even realizing it. I think Scully fell in love first but she had absolutely no clue. When she wrapped up that crush from season 1 in a box, that was the last of her exploration into anything beyond friendship with Mulder for a very long time.

They both were in love with one another in FTF, Mulder knew it, Scully didn’t. This could’ve been their moment to bang it out and enter the bliss of being in love, but cue Fowley. I swear I have never hated anything as much as I hated that woman. When Scully sees her holding Mulder’s hand in The End, she is completely devastated. That scene is so damn powerful, her walking out to the car and calling him to go to the office. Seeing that affected her so much, she couldn’t even handle it. This pushed her to explore her feelings some, which is why she was in a place to kiss him in the hallway in FTF.

Season 6 was a legit rollercoaster for MSR. When Mulder told Scully he loved her in Triangle, he absolutely meant it 100%. He was ready to deal with it, but she wasn’t. She passed it off as a drugged up moment. But, they walked closer and closer to the line and were SO CLOSE by the time Rain King and Tithonus rolled around they could taste it (and so could we). Scully’s speech about friendship and love in the bathroom is how she feels about Mulder. Of course, CC is the devil. So re-enter Fowley. She wrecked everything all over again. Mulder and Scully really had to build their partnership back up after One Son. Scully was still pissed at him in Arcadia. Mulder was so excited to touch her and play married but she was having none of it.

For me, Milagro sealed the deal. Scully almost got her heart ripped out and clung to Mulder for dear life. We got jealous!Mulder and heard someone say out loud that Scully was in love. No time for putting it off any longer, the shift has occurred. You can see it in The Unnatural. The weight has been lifted, they both know they are in love with each other and the coupling will happen, it is inevitable at this point. Even Fowley can’t stop it this time. They even exchange vows in Armor Fati… 

And finally, after seven long years, they bang it out January 1, 2000.

last night i had a dream that i was a little kid again. i was in the basement of somebody’s house that had been remodeled into a playroom and colorful toys were scattered all over the carpeted floor. underneath a big shelf/tv set that i had to squeeze myself under, a friend and i were play pretending as a restaurant server and a customer with play food; i asked her to “make” me garlic shell noodles. then when we were done playing i explored the basement some more by myself. all the shelves and boxes in the basement seemed so tall compared to little me, and i wanted to stay in that room forever. i want to go back to that dream.

Accident Prone

Spencer Reid x Reader one shot

Word Count: 2530

Prompt: Can you write something where maybe the reader is super clumsy and trips often, and one day she trips into Morgans arms and Reid gets super jealous??

A/N: Haha, this request was so cute! Thank you anon (: Here’s a little something to tide y’all over if you’re waiting for part 2 of my Harry Potter AU! I am Stressed™ about midterms (college sucks) so it won’t be up until a little later in the week but I shall do my best to have it up soon. I also hit 100 followers! Thank you to everyone who has followed, liked, reblogged, or even just read any of my fics. I love you all!


Summary: Sometimes, being accident prone is just what you need to get things moving in the right direction.


You’ve been a part of the BAU for almost 5 years and in those 5 years, you never failed to impress your team members with your agility, speed, and flawless movement out in the field. You were quick on your feet, good with a gun, and knew just how to grapple with the rowdier unsubs.

Garcia often referred to you as her ‘Little Lioness’ when you were out on a mission, a nickname that had caught on with the rest of the team as well.

However, the moment you stepped off the field, you transformed from an agile lioness into a spindly baby deer. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why. You were pretty sure that if it weren’t for your exceptional skills in the field, you would’ve been asked to leave the FBI many years ago.

Gravity had made an enemy out of you whenever you weren’t chasing after an unsub and you constantly found yourself stumbling over your own two feet. And stumbling usually lead to knocking over whatever was in close vicinity.

You teammates quickly learned how to adapt to your clumsiness. It was almost as if they could tell exactly when you were going to trip and possibly break something. This saved them from a lot of broken coffee mugs and saved you from any tripping-related injury.

Their sixth sense, though it helped, couldn’t save you from everything though.

“Ouch!” You glared down Emily’s desk, rubbing the spot on your leg where it had collided with the sharp corner of the desk. She made a sympathetic tutting noise.

“That’s definitely gonna bruise. Want some ice?” she asked, already halfway out of her chair.

“It’s fine, it’s fine… Not worth getting an ice pack just for this little thing.” You waved a hand dismissively, nearly sending her mug tumbling to the ground. Thankfully, her quick reflexes prevented any major spillage. You grinned sheepishly at the brunette, turning to go back to the safety of your own desk.

But before you could make it, you - surprise, surprise - tripped over your own feet, bumping into into the desk closest to you. You almost knocked a stack of files onto the ground, but the desk’s inhabitant reached out just in time, steadying the stack with one hand and clamping onto your wrist with the other.

“Whoops, sorry ‘bout that. Thanks, Spencer.” You smiled gratefully at the brown-haired man, patting the hand over your wrist in thanks. He blushed slightly at the contact and you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter a little extra as you continued your walk to your desk.

Yes, the entire team helped you out whenever your clumsiness got the best of you, but something about Spencer Reid made it a little more special every time he was the one to do so.

You found it very hard not to develop a crush on the young genius over the years.

His messy hair practically begged to be played with. His mannerisms and constant rambling were endlessly endearing. He was a very loyal team member. He was even great with kids. Plus, his aesthetically pleasing facial structure was quite easy on the eyes.

The two of you had always straddled the line between friendship and something more. You were very close friends, but sometimes when you were hanging out outside of work just the two of you, maybe bundled up on the couch watching movies or reading books at the park or out for coffee, you just wanted to grab his face and kiss him right then and there.

(And then maybe do a lot more than just kissing. The boy had long fingers and you had a wicked imagination.)

You thought - hoped - you had seen him giving you the same longing glances, but it just never really went beyond friendly cheek kisses and ‘just-as-friends’ dates.

You settled into your desk with a heavy sigh, attracting Penelope’s attention as she walked into the bullpen. All you saw was a pink and purple blur before you were wrapped up in the technical analyst’s arms.

“What ails you, my wobbly little Bambi? Did you get hurt again?” she asked in a teasing tone. You made a face at Spencer, who was watching the two of you with an amused smirk.

“I’m a lioness, Pen, a lioness. Here me roar,” you deadpanned, wriggling out of her embrace. She let out a laugh.

“Of course you are, Y/N… Now c’mon, help me find those papers you were looking for. We’re going to have to go old school and actually look through boxes in the file room.” She pouted at the fact her precious computers wouldn’t be able to help her for once. “We have to deal with… hard-copies,” she said dramatically.

You shook your head amusedly, following the blonde out of the BAU bullpen.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You turned back abruptly at Spencer’s call, nearly plowing down a passing intern.

“We still on for lunch?” he asked, laugh evident in his voice as he watched you apologize profusely to the poor intern. The young brunette woman waved off your apology and you switched your attention onto the young doctor.

“It’s a date,” you said casually. “I’ll come back to get you when I’m ready to go.”

You smiled at his excitement over the new cafe you were going to try out, absentmindedly watching as he turned back to his paperwork. You shook yourself out of your Spencer-induced stupor, hoping no one noticed your staring, and hurried to catch up with Garcia.

“Ooooh finally going on a date with our resident genius?” Penelope asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, earning her an eye roll.

“You know it’s not a date-date, Pen. It’s a… ‘Spencer and me’-date,” you found yourself explaining for the hundredth time.

“Riiiight.” She nodded, voice tinged with doubt. “Oh come on, Y/N! I know you two are in love!”

You pointedly ignored her as you rounded the corner into the file room. You immediately started sorting through the nearest box, blocking out Garcia’s little love monologue.

“- always takes you out for dinner. You practically live at his apartment, for crying out loud! You know, JJ told me that Henry thinks the two of you are married ‘just like his mommy and daddy’… God, you two are so cute! I totally think -”

“Penelope. Please… Just help me look for this file, okay?”

“Fine,” Garcia said with a resigned sigh, “but this is going to be discussed on our next girls’ night, you hear me?”

Pushing a sleeping elephant up a hill was easier than trying to say no to a determined Penelope Garcia, so you simply conceded, shooing her away to do her own file digging.

After skimming through a couple of boxes, you decided to start looking at the boxes up on the shelves. You made your way towards the stepladder by the wall.

“Um Y/N, are you going to be using that?”

“Yeah, why?” You set up the ladder and just as you were about to climb Garcia called out your name. “What?” you asked, pausing your ascent. She bit her lip worriedly.

“Mmm, you plus heights plus shelves full of heavy boxes that can potentially fall and crush you… You do the math.”

“Seriously? Oh my god, it’s a stepladder, Garcia. It’s not even a real ladder. I’m not that accident-prone.”

“You trip on air, Y/N! That’s as accident-prone as it gets.” She held up her hand, silencing your protests. “Nuh-uh. I am going to get Morgan and he’s going to use those sexy muscles of his to do the heavy lifting for us, okay? No need to put yourself in harm’s way.”

You stayed in your spot until she left the room. Admittedly, you had a bit more accidents than the average human being, but you could definitely find a set of files by yourself without endangering your life. You caught bad guys for a living, using a mini-ladder to find a couple of papers was a piece of cake compared to that.

“Aha!” After a couple of minutes, your search was a success. You managed to find the papers and not get hurt. Well… except for two paper cuts, but no one had to know about those. Your inner celebration was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Hey mama, Garcia said something about heavy boxes, ladders, and the possibility of a broken neck so I came as fast as I could,” Derek said, coming into the file room. “Aaand I see what she means.”

You turned to stick your tongue out at him.

“Well, you can tell Garcia to suck it, ‘cause I found the files I was looking for and used this ladder without any acci- Woah!

You must’ve waved those file papers with a bit too much enthusiasm because you suddenly found yourself toppling off of the ladder. You felt a rush of relief at the feeling of landing in a pair of arms, bridal style, instead of head first on the ground. Derek’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“What was that you were saying?” he teased, earning himself a slap on the shoulder when he bounced you like one would do while holding an infant.

“Shut up, Morgan,” you said grumpily.

“Hey, you’re lucky I was here to catch you.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, resting your head on his shoulder and batting your eyelashes.

“Oh Derek, thank heavens you were here! My hero!” The two of you fell into a fit of laughter at your antics.

“What’s going on here?”

Derek and you froze at the sharp tone.

You turned your head towards the door, revealing a rigid Spencer, looking at the two of you with obvious displeasure. You knew this looked how this could be misconstrued - Derek holding you in his arms and you resting your head onto his shoulder, smiles from your previous laughter still on your faces.

Derek hastily set you on the ground, clearing his throat. All you could do was carefully watch Spencer’s reaction.

“Kid…” Morgan finally said, holding up a placating hand out to your brown-haired colleague. You felt your heart twinge a little when Reid took a tiny step back at the gesture.

Before you could even say anything, he was out the door, leaving with nothing but a mumbled “gotta go” thrown over his shoulder.

The silence he left behind was soon broken by the click-clack of Garcia’s high heels as she entered the file room once more.

“Um, what did I miss?”

Her question spurred you into action. You pushed your files into Morgan’s hands and wordlessly took off to follow Spencer. You just caught a flash of his purple cardigan disappearing around the corner.

“Spencer, wait!” you called out, speeding up your steps to catch up with him. Curse that man and his incredibly long legs. “Spencer!” You manage to grab onto the back of his cardigan, pulling him to a stop in the middle of the hallway.

“Aren’t we going to lunch together?” you asked, trying to break through his sudden icy demeanor.

“What? You aren’t too busy laying in Morgan’s stupid biceps of steel and laughing at one of his stupid jokes and resting your head on his stupid muscular shoulder? If I had known you and Morgan were…”

You tuned out his rambling, pushing him into the nearest empty office. If he thought there was something going on between you and Derek, then what the hell did he think was going on between himself and you?

You stare incredulously at your colleague, who hadn’t even stopped to take a breath in the midst of his ramble, hands flailing about. You knew just how worked up he was when he used hand gestures to emphasis his often lengthy rants.

“Spencer Reid, are you jealous?” you managed to squeeze in between his own words. “Are you seriously jealous of Morgan?”  He turned to you with disbelief written all over his face.

“Of course I’m jealous of Morgan! He’s - he’s Derek Morgan!” he spluttered. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t want a Derek Morgan, you walnut! I want you!” You sighed, cheeks burning at your blatant confession. “All I want is you, Spence. I thought you - I thought we were, you know, like a thing? Did I interpret everything wrong? Aren’t we -”

“No!”

You immediately recoiled, thinking that this was the moment he was rejecting you. He must’ve sensed the hurt in your eyes, because he immediately started backpedalling.

“Wait! Not ‘no’ like to us! ‘No’ to the - I - we’re - I… I like you, Y/N. As much as that makes me sound like some fifth grader confessing a crush, I really, really like you.”

It had finally happened. All the ambiguity had been wiped away. Here you were, emotions laid on the table. There was only one way you could think of replying.

“Y/N? Aren’t you going to say anythi-”

Grabbing onto the front of his sweater, you pressed your lips against his, pouring your emotions out into this one kiss. You jumped when Spencer’s hands brushed against the curve of your ass. He jolted away from you, fearing he had gone too far.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your… I-it was an accident!”

He was caught off guard by the smirk on your face. You used this to your advantage, pushing him into the desk chair and promptly settling yourself into his lap. His hands hovered hesitantly over you sides before you pushed them to press against where they had brushed earlier.

You connected your lips once again, tugging at his hair to spur him into action. He caught the hint, guiding your hips against his. As you trailed your kisses down to his neck, he groaned out your name like a prayer.

“Dr. Reid,” you whispered, biting down on his sensitive pulse point and eliciting another groan from his lips, “this is one accident I don’t mind.”


Back in the file room…

“Told you it would work. Didn’t I say a little jealousy was all they needed?”

“Yeah, yeah but what if she had fallen before I got there? Your plan wasn’t completely foolproof, baby girl.”

“You don’t have to undermine my matchmaking skills, you know.”

“…”

“It all worked out didn’t it? I bet you $10 they’re making out in a conference room right now.”

“…”

“Oh come on, Chocolate Thunder, indulge me a little.”

“… I bet you $20 they’re in an old office.”

“Now that’s more like it.”


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REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN.

There was nobody quite like my Uncle Ford. Hopefully there never will be.

by reddit user Jaksim

The first time I ever saw Uncle Ford I was only ten. I didn’t even know I had an uncle until he showed up one day at the edge of our fence with a suitcase. Most of his body was covered by a heavy brown coat, far too warm for the weather. He never approached the house. He simply spoke to my father at the edge of our property and then he left.

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“Sweet cheeks?” Wade called, wandering through the office and garage. “Oh there they are.” He tilted his head and just stared at that long, lean body bent over the hood of a car replacing a battery. “I missed you boys, been hiding in an office chair for like weeks and–”

“Wade.” Peter straightened and grinned. “Stop talking to my ass. What do you want?”

“You almost done?” Wade tilted his head and made a point of trying to crane his neck around to see Peter’s butt again.

“Yeah man, just about. Two minutes if you’d just leave me alone and let me finish. What’s up?”

“It’s time for a grocery run in town unless you want baking soda and crackers for dinner. You wanna come?”

“Uh–” Peter thought for a minute, trying figure out what else needed to be done before they could close the shop. He was pretty sure all the paperwork was done, and this car wasn’t being picked up until late tomorrow. So–

“I could use my hand, or my mouth or—” Wade was talking but shut up when Peter’s eyes bugged out.

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When I Was Your Man (Jinho ft. Yeo One Scenario)

Word count: 13K (13814)

Idol: Jinho ft. Yeo One (Pentagon)

Genre: Fluff and angst and fluff and angst af and fluff (such a rollercoaster, brace yourselves)

A/N: This is sort of a bonus writing to my usual stuff but today’s Jinho’s birthday so I wanted to do this as a birthday post for him. It wasn’t supposed to be this long but oh well… the feels wouldn’t let me live. This is lowkey based in When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars bc my life ended when Jinho made a cover of that song. I hope you like it.

Originally posted by lalistle

You were still in front of the mirror. It had been more than thirty minutes now and you hadn’t picked a dress yet. The midnight blue veil dress was beautiful, loose and comfortable, but damn… that tight black dress was the physical definition of classy and sexy. It had a choker type neck, a little lace all the way through the collarbones and super short sleeves. That should be the one. Would he like it though? You didn’t want to be too insinuating to give him a wrong idea of yourself considering this was your fifth date, if you were not wrong, and he really didn’t look like someone who was looking for something ephemeral or meaningless.

This was the very first time he had asked you out to such a formal place, you knew it was a fancy restaurant but you didn’t know it was so expensive until you googled the website. It was somewhere you could only dream with going and somehow you felt a little guilty for saying yes without knowing what it would imply.

What if he did it just to impress you and he had to make a huge effort to pay for the whole thing? You had to admit it had caught you off guard, so you had said yes almost by instinct because how much you liked him and you really didn’t care about the place as long as you could spend sometime with him. You shook your head with a frustrated smile, that sounded so desperate. But it was how you actually felt.

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Witch tip

Thrift stores. You can find almost anything there! 🙌🏼 I know it’s been said but seriously ~ you’ll be finding affordable beautiful one of a kind vintage items 😍 I’ve found seashells, crystals, cauldrons, chalices, books, mortar and pestles, boxes, spice shelves, books, candles, an altar cloth or decorations plus sooo many jars! 🌙🎀🔮✨

anonymous asked:

Percy having a 'swear jar'

bless you, anon, for this prompt :D i’m sorry it took so long!

here comes my second attempt at a humorous story. taking this prompt’s idea quite literally :D

prompt fills collection on ao3

As soon as Graves left the apartment, but not before he planted a kiss on Credence’s cheek and told him yet again that he was allowed to take and use anything, the young man quietly closed the door and wandered off to seek an engaging activity in the absence of his friend and lover.

With barely anything to do Credence diverted his attention to the kitchen, where a set of stuffed cupboards was waiting to be inspected. One by one he opened its small wooden doors and observed the insides. Jars, endless jars and boxes lined the shelves. Flour, powders, unknown, but obviously magical, substances and a variety of the usual no-maj cooking ingredients. Credence was greatly inspired by the shocking variety of cupboard contents, inspired enough to decide and create a special cake or whatever took his fancy minutes later.

The young man armed himself with a handful of jars and set them on the counter, investigating the contents of each. Sugar, flour, peppermint candies, cinnamon, red, black and white pepper, and finally…

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, ABERNATHY–”

The jar fell through Credence’s trembling hands, and with clattering, as loud as what was coming from out of it, it rolled under the table and hit the wall.

“What a piece of fucking garbage, what a shithole, you’d better–”

Credence clapped hands over his ears, uncertain if he was allowed to laugh or if he were to be terrified. Kneeling on the floor, he searched for the jar lid and the culprit itself. The said culprit was still slightly rolling under the table and throwing out endless deafening swearings that made Credence blush hard enough for his face to take the tone of a beetroot.

Almost lying down on the floor and praying for his arms to be long enough to reach for the jar, Credence attempted to get his hands on it. His fingertips brushed the metal side and the jar spit yet another curse.

“Keep your dirty hands off my effing body,” the jar protested, making Credence wheeze with trying not to laugh.

Suddenly the swearing stopped and the jar floated from under the table right into Graves’ hands, who was standing behind Credence with a rather disturbing expression, torn between amusement and deep embarrassment. Credence thought it was the very first time he saw Percival Graves blush.

“Apologies, Credence. I forgot my watch at home and returned. In good time, I see,” he shook the swearing jar a little, covering it tightly with a lid. “Let’s not put this in a pastry or whatever you were going to bake here, my boy. It wouldn’t add to the taste.”

With blush spreading and reddening at the tip of his ears, Graves stuffed the jar in the deepest corner of the cupboard. He clapped his hands as if trying to shake off flour excess, and turned to Credence.

“Now, I shall leave the apartment and pretend that I’ve never returned to see this. Is it alright?”

Credence nodded, his lips pursed together painfully as he tried not to laugh. As Graves approached the door, the young man called for him.

“Mr. Graves?”

“Yes, Credence?”

Credence dared a smile bigger than usual and immediately looked away.

“’Effing”? Really?”

Graves rolled his eyes and disapparated, leaving Credence to savour the amusement.

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Created By Solny

‘Boxroom’ decorative set

Created for: The Sims 4
Cleaning stuff and some furniture to place it on for decorating storage room or whatever you want.
Set contains 9 objects:
- standing rack (with lot of slots)
- small end table
- wall decorative shelve
- wire box with slots
- decorative vacuum cleaner
- standing broom with scoop
- gloves with sponges
- household detergents
- cleaning spray

All objects have from 2 to 4 color variations and can be placed/stacked by themselves. But you can use bb.moveobjects cheat to place objects more freely.

Creator Notes
Sims 4 Base Game Game version 1.17.7.1020
Can be found: decor/misc surfaces/end table decor/wall decor

http://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/1338508