but when everyone leaves me for days or weeks

Guys I’ve worked 20 days straight. And it’s not stopping. My boss thinks that in order to get production higher, he should keep making everyone work every day instead of letting us rest. Meanwhile he’s vacationing and comes in once or twice a week. I didn’t think I had it in me to hate someone, but damn is he getting close to me shattering that notion. We actually had someone leave to go to the hospital because she thought she was having a heart attack. I’m not kidding. But he doesn’t care. He threatens to fire us all if we don’t come in and/or work 70 hours a week. And according to HR for this company, based off of Ohio’s labor laws, our boss can technically make us work as much as he wants without any punishment or litigious actions from employees. So I guess we’re fucked.

The Types as People I know

ISFJ: Sweet up front but man they can be so sensitive holy moly.

INFJ: Super passive about your choices unless they really care about you. Then doggedly soliloquizes whenever they have wisdom you need to hear.

INFP: Super passive aggressive but also super sweet and is like a dog with a bone if they want to figure something out.

ISFP: Smart and sweet and loves to help.

ENFJ: A ray of sunshine with weird hobbies and will randomly tell you her thoughts when she passes in the hallway.

ESFJ: Patriarch of the family, his his stuff together but doesn’t have a lot of substance.

ENFP: Charms everyone - hates everyone. Says yes to everything - wants to say no to everything. Lies a lot, kinda dead inside. Nobody knows it but INTJ.

ESFP: SO FUN OMG LET’S GO I’M IN FOR EVERY PARTY YAY! *Later complains that they’re carsick so they have to sit in the front, or they’re tired so they’re going to leave early, or complains to the waiter about their pasta having gluten like wtf*

ESTJ: “I’m going to have to let you go.”
Person: “What? But I have three kids and my husband doesn’t work-”
ESTJ: “I know Jesse. It pains me to do it but you really need to think about them more when you come in 3 minutes late to work every week. It sets a precedent.”

ENTJ: Plans the entire business trip for 7 coworkers, down to their hotel rooms, who is having dinner with which vendor, what time they should leave their rooms to go to dinner, what type of transportation they should use, how long that transportation should take, etc. Schedules a 1 hour meeting to go over all of it a few days before and quizzes everyone after.

ENTP: *Falls in love* “Oh my god, Jessica’s the one, she’s going to save me from myself wow this is amazing.”
*Two weeks later*
“Yeah I met this girl Emily and she’s soon hot dude and we kissed last night”
Person: “What about Jessica?”
ENTP: “Oh, yeah, we’re still dating. I don’t know dude I’m kinda over her.”

ESTP: *Walks in late, smiles at team* “Hey guys! *sits down like they’re not 40 minutes late* I mean the ease with which they comport themselves holy hell
Starts first day at new school. Walks up to the lunch table with the coolest looking kids and sits down. “Hey losers. I bet you can’t beat me at xyz”

ISTP: Says nothing most of the time. Has crazy hobbies.

INTP: Doesn’t. Stop. Talking. Ok but seriously they’re so smart that it backfires. They talk themselves into these spirally holes and end up in lala land believing things that are completely untrue and knowing they’re right (they’re not)

ISTJ: So much eye rolling. Has no time for INTP’s ramblings and imaginary ideas. Offends INTP EVERY DAY. Loves you really hard but without ever saying it, kinda emotionally stunted

INTJ: Frustrated every time they have to start spending time with someone new because that person will have to spend a lot of time asking “Wait are you serious?” or “What do you mean?” or “Was that sarcastic?” or “Oh sorry did I offend you?” or “OMG why are you being rude?” and INTJ will have to explain that their casual sarcasm needs acclimating and no there’s usually no ill-intent and no they’re not offended and no they don’t mean to be rude omg this is tiring.

Ever think about being Harry’s date to an award show?

He’s so excited telling you that he’s been invited to the Oscars and that he wants you to come with him. But when you remind him that of course he’s invited, he’s nominated, he just laughs and shakes his head, mumbling, “Oh, right, forgot about tha’.”   

He insists on buying you the prettiest outfit, setting up countless appointments with your favorite designers. And he’d attend every one, showering you with compliments after every change. But you know you’ve got a winner when his jaw unhinges, tongue lolling to the side as he takes in the way the fabric hugs your every curve, the color compliments your skin tone, and how the style is so quintessentially you

In the car, he can’t keep his hands off you, though he’s careful not to muss your hair or smear your makeup. At first, you try to keep him from pawing at you, but you have to admit his blue polka dotted Gucci suit fits him exquisitely, and the way he’s left the top few buttons of the pale blue shirt gaping to give a peek of his strong chest has you swooning. Your resolve melts half way to the theater after you whimper a why and he answers, “I’ve got no control around yeh in this dress, kitten.” So Harry and you take turns placing kisses in concealable spots, delicately slipping fingers beneath clothes to feel each other without ruffling or creasing the fabric. 

But that doesn’t mean the both of you aren’t flushed from exertion when it’s time to exit the car and walk the carpet. 

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To be honest, I thought you and Gil Dong looked sweet together. It would have been nice if you two were to get married and live happily together.

Tips for freshman in high school

I finished my gap year and with that my high school journey has officially ended. 4 years ago I was a freshman and here’s what I wish I had known:

  • stand up for yourself. In high school, we are all trying to figure ourselves out and everyone grows differently. Everyone is trying to fight for acceptance from each other. No matter what, you have to stand up for who you are. That sounds cheesy but all it means is: whatever you are right now, whatever you believe in right now, that’s what you have to defend. At all costs. Don’t give in to other definitions of living made my other people.
  • don’t push your parents away. They are going to be very scared as well and don’t know how you will react to being in high school. If you have parents, or parents who listen, make sure you are letting them know about your teachers, your friends, your classes, what you find most difficult, how the school is, etc. All they want is to be included in your life.
  • Right from the start, make a good impression. Let the teachers know you are a good student. Especially if you’re in public school. Let the teachers know you are caring, dedicated and willing to do good in their class. How you do this:
    • always ask and answer questions in class. It’s what distinguishes the top students in class. Even if you answer something wrong, it’s 1000% better than not saying anything for evaluation. Believe me. You also learn better this way.
    • how do you get past that fear of speaking in class? You don’t. Your heart will always beat a 1000 miles an hour. You make the jump and practice practice practice. It does get better with practice. Eventually, you, your classmates and the teacher get used to you speaking in class.
    • pay attention in class. This can be tricky if your classmates are really bad. The main thing is not caring about your classmates inside of the classroom. It’s binary: you’re either paying attention or not. Take notes, do extra exercises, anything to keep focus. Get a seat in the first horizontal rows if you can choose.
    • nod when the teacher is explaining something and you understand it.
    • look confused and write a question down when the teacher is explaining something and you don’t understand it. Ask the question after the explanation or during exercises time.
    • don’t use your phone or headphones in class unless the teacher specifically tells you it’s ok.
  • focus on your grades. Getting Good Grades IS VERY IMPORTANT.
    • have a grade goal you want to achieve for each class, maybe one that you think it’s unrealistic for you, those are the ones that make you work the hardest and give you the best results. Keep it to yourself or share, doesn’t matter, but keep it vivid (write it down) and remember it every time you have to study or step into the classroom.
  • don’t be intimidated by popular kids. They are just as insecure as you. Don’t blush when they look at you, you are just as important.
  • don’t worry about your clothes or makeup. Unless it’s a passion of yours. If it’s not, as long as your clean and comfortable, you should be good to go. Being attractive should be the least of your concerns.
  • you see those kids with the cigarettes and drugs and loud music? Run away, don’t look at them, don’t go out with them. For real. Stay safe.
  • have friends! High school is way more fun when you have friends to joke around during breaks. I was so lucky to find a close group of friends I felt safe and comfortable with and with whom I still go out and talk to this day, I didn’t plan for it to happen but it did and I’m sure it will happen for you too.
  • don’t leave things to the last minute!!!!! I’m serious. Start working on notes, exercises and reading right from the beginning of the school year. It will make things 10x easier. When you get to finals week, everyone will be stressing out and you’ll be that person who already read through everything twice, did every single exercise already and is annoyingly calm. It is possible. You just have to work right from the beginning and do small chunks of work every single day.

anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?



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“You... you think so, huh?”


+ he’d talk to his creatures about you
+ like, he’d ask them for advice and one time Jacob walks in on it and stares for a long moment before slowly backing away…
+ clumsy Newt
+ but like, newt is always clumsy so no one notices
+ but Queenie would obviously figure it out and purposefully try and get you two alone
+ nervous, fidgety Newt
+ but still, that’s super common so no one notices
+ whenever you guys are together Picket tries to mime that Newt loves you
+ but Newt always shoves him back into his pocket, speaking to Picket very quickly, his British accent increasing tenfold
+ even Tina knows but she doesn’t get involved
+ because, like, she doesn’t really care and love is beyond her anyway
+ but like, we all know Newt is the biggest cinnamon roll ever
+ and it shows
+ and he also seems to have some kind of psychic ability?
+ like, he knows you better than everyone else
+ that’s the power of observation
+ he knows all of your favorite restaurants and what you get there
+ he can tell when you don’t like something but are trying to be polite
+  he can tell when you’re hiding something
+ because let’s be honest, you’re terrible at keeping secrets
+ but he never says anything
+ he has the cutest smiles when you walk into the room
+ and you know he tries to hide them by looking down or suddenly finding interest in potted plants
+ and when you leave his eyes grow twice their size and he looks so much like a tiny puppy it’s insane
+ and you know he likes to watch you interact with animals
+ but not in a creepy way
+ and when you catch him staring you comment on it and he stumbles over his words
+ and you think it’s so cute
+ and like, Newt blushes
+ hardcore
+ anytime anything happens ever
+ and you think it’s so cute
+ and like, you constantly ask him what color his eyes are
+ and sometimes he pretends that it annoys him
+ but deep down it makes him so happy
+ because you actually stare at his eyes long enough to care about what color they are
+ and when you find out what his full name is, you always use it
+ and he secretly thinks it’s the cutest thing ever
+ and when I say secretly, we all know it’s not a secret
+ like, he blushes and everyone knows
+ but everyone pretends like it’s normal
+ and like, you know that Newt likes you after two weeks
+ and you know he won’t do anything about it
+ so you have to break the ice
+ and you wait for the perfect moment to do so, but while you wait you’re super awkward too
+ and one day he’s talking about going back to England to publish his book
+ “Please don’t go.”
+ “What?”
+ “Don’t leave me.”
+ and he looks at you with a pained and confused look and you pull him into a huge hug
+ “I love you.”
+ and then Queenie, Tina, and Jacob come rushing in with party poppers yelling “YAAAASSSSSS”


It wasn't big and it wasn't clever, but it was kind of satisfying

I recently had a nasty injury playing football. I had this big protective boot strapped around my leg and I was on crutches. For a few weeks I wasn’t really able to leave the house, but as things improved I was able to go back to work, which meant taking the train. Even on busy commuter trains people were generally really considerate when they saw me on the crutches. They would offer a seat, make sure I had plenty of space, give me time to get on/off at my own pace etc.

Not everyone though. One day I was getting off a busy train, the passengers about to get on were giving me time to get off. But there was one guy who didn’t have the patience and so charged forward to push me out the way. As I half fell to the side I just grabbed his arm to stop him getting on.

(Fake concerned voice) “Oh no I seem to be falling, let me grab your arm. Oh no I still need your arm in case I might fall. Oh no those people are getting on now instead of you. Oh no the doors are closing. Oh no the train is leaving. Oh no you’ve missed your train.”

He missed his train and I went off with a spring in my step for the first time in weeks!


John x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: string language, mature themes

You let out a shaky breath as John leant in to kiss you. For week, the two of you had felt it building, the small gestures, faint touches and glances. His lips pressing against yours started a whirl of motion that neither of you had the notion to stop.

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Do You Believe?

Original Imagine: hi! I love your writing! it’s absolutely amazing! I was wondering if I could have a one shot request where the reader gets critically injured bc Barry wasn’t fast enough to save her. super angsty and sad? thank you! @zbvbble (Sorry it took so long Sweetie! hope you enjoy, cuz it almost killed me!)

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,000


Author: Contrygal7

Originally posted by angelwings4barryallen

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If I didn’t believe in you.

The words cut deep into your head, the first thought of the day and recalling fights hurt. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard those words, though. Of course the first time wasn’t nearly as depressing.


The first time it was warm. A fuzzy kinda warm that slowly seeps its way into your bones almost as if its igniting your entire body in a tantalizingly slow burn. The early morning sunshine, the whole world cascaded in a pink tint, as it fell lazily over the small bedroom in your even smaller studio apartment that you currently shared with your full time boyfriend part time superhero, Barry Allen.

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John Laurens x Reader 

Note: Hey guys so I only have 3 requests left and I’m going to try and get them done before my exams start so if you have requests send them in an I’ll get try my hardest to get them done soon! Also I apologize for the shitty ending, I’m horrible at endings I know

Request: Sorry this is a lot but 415, 445, 446, and 451 with John after they get into a fight and end up confessing how they both like each other angrily and they kiss

Prompts: 415. “What did you say?”, 445. “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”, 446. "I shouldn’t be in love with you!” and 451. "I can’t be in love with you!”

Word Count: 809

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

When you agreed to come hang out with the boys today, they swore that John wouldn’t be here. You’ve been avoiding him for weeks, ever since you realized your feelings for him.

You made the mistake of admitting your feelings to Alex and now you realize the mistake you made as he stands with Alex, Herc and Lafayette. 

Ever since you realized you’re in love with him you’ve been trying to convince yourself that he’s not right for you, that he could never love you back. You’ve picked out his annoying traits and focused on them in the hopes that your feelings go away.

“Hey Y/N you made it!” Alex says as you approach the group, a wide smile on his face. You try your best to return the smile but it falters when you make eye contact with John. 

“Yeah, hey guys” you tear your eyes away from him and look up into the smiling faces of Herc and Lafayette. “So what’s the plan for today?” 

“We figured we’d just so hang out in the park”

The day starts out pretty good, you manage to avoid John most of the time by sticking close to Lafayette. You notice John giving you strange looks throughout the day but you choose to ignore them and focus on having fun with the guys instead.

When Alex, Lafayette and Herc run off to go and play with a bunch of dogs you feel the sudden panic in your stomach as you realize you’ve been left alone with him. 

“Are you avoiding me?” he asks, your back is to him and you dont dare turn around. 

“What makes you think that?” you ask quietly. 

“Oh you know just the fact that you won’t look at me for more than 5 seconds and that you haven’t said a word to me all day” he points out. 

You take a deep breath and turn to face him, he stares at you with a raised eyebrow and his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

“Have I done something to upset you?” his tone is clearly annoyed and if you’re honest with yourself you’re glad he’s annoyed at you, maybe that way he’ll be rude and you’ll get over him. 

“Why does everything have to be about you? Maybe I just wanted to hang out with Alex, Laf and Herc today” You point out and almost cringe at the offended look on his face when you say the words. 

“Wow. Trying to cut me out of my own group of friends? That’s cold Y/N” he says, the venom clear in his voice. 

“Yeah well tough luck John, not everyone want’s to be with you all the time” you spit. 

He clenches his fist and takes a breath. 

“I wish Alex didn’t invite you today, I’ve had a shitty week and really needed a fun day with my friends and instead I get this” he says 

“God, you’re so annoying! I wish you would just leave if you’re having such a terrible time” You tell him, turning away from and running a hand through your hair in frustration.

I’m annoying? Have you met you? You are so- you know what fuck it” he says as he grabs your face with both hands and slams his lips to yours.

You freeze in place as he kisses you, not sure what to do. Finally, you slide your hands up into his hair and kiss him back. When the two of you finally pull apart you both take a step back and stare at each other.

“What was that?” You ask, eyes still wide in shock.

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” He exclaims, looking just as shocked as you feel.

“Not your fault? You kissed me! Whose fault could it be?” you yell at him.

As you stare at him there are millions of thoughts running through your head. You’ve been in love with him for so long but there’s no way that you could possibly be anything with him is there? He’s annoying and frustrating and there is no way that kiss meant to him what it mean to you.

He runs his hands through his hair, pulling it out of the ponytail he usually keeps it in “I shouldn’t be in love with you!” he exclaims.

“What did you say?” you ask, needing to make sure you heard him right.

“I said I shouldn’t be in love with you but I am! It’s driving me crazy!”

“Well I can’t be in love with you!”  

“What? You’re in love with me?” He asks. “What about all of those things you just said? And the ignoring me thing?” 

“I didn’t think you’d share my feelings so I was trying to get rid of mine!” you explain. 

He chuckles softly and presses his lips to yours again. “You’re crazy” 

This Means War (part 2)

Summary:Two top CIA operatives wage an epic battle against one another after they discover they are dating the same woman (based on the movie)

Word count: 1,360

A/N: hey guys part two! Hope you enjoy it.

This Means War (Masterlist)

You check the picture on your phone once more before you walk up to the blonde Adonis sitting outside of the local coffee shop. “Steve?” He looks up, “Hi, I’m (Y/N).” You take off your sunglasses and extend your hand.

“Oh gosh, hello. How are you?” He stands up like a gentleman and shakes my hand.

“Uh, very nice to meet you.” You can’t help but stare at the handsome man infront of you.

“You too, um…” He obviously felt the same because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “please, sit, sorry yeah.” He waited until you sat down before he sat down too. “Wow, it’s like- you’re really, really beautiful.”

You grinned, “Could you say that a few more times, because you’re voice is amazing.” You both laugh. “I feel like I need to apologize again for that bizarre profile-”

“No, no.” He shakes his head trying to assure you.

“-my friend Daisy is…” You huff.

“Oh, no. I think everyone should have a friend who’s a spaz.” He chuckled.

“I think I’m going to have to kill her.” You joke.

“Well, actually… I might be able to help you with that .” He nods.

You laugh. “I’m kidding.”

“So am I.” He smirked.

After a bit more conversation you asked, “So tell me something that’s not on your profile.”

“Um,” he thought about it. “I have a son.” He nods.

“Oh you do?” You smile.

“Yeah, his name is James,” you grin.“ He’s seven, and he’s really lovely, really lovely.”  He spoke admiringly.

“And his mom?” You asked.

“Couldn’t work.” He shook his head, “how about you?”

“Um, no kids that I know of.” You joke.

“Okay.” He chuckled.

“And no ex-wives either.” He smiled. “I have a very important question to ask.” You point.

He nods, “good, go on.”

“Have you ever been or do you ever plan on being a serial killer? ”

“Uhh, well I mean you’ve gotta keep your options open.” He joked. “but no.”

“okay good answer.” You both laughed. “So you’ve never killed anybody with your bare hands?”

“Not this week.” He chuckled.

“Great.” You smiled happily.

“(Y/N), you’re incredible.” He grinned.

“You’re not so bad yourself. “He chuckles.

"Alright, well I’m gonna go rent a movie and take a cold shower.” You start to pack you things up.

“I will too.” He smirked.

“Okay.” You chuckle. “And wait for your call for the next-” you check your watch,

“five minutes.” You both say simultaneously and laugh afterward.

Later on you were making your way down into the movie store. You glanced around not seeing many people. You smile to yourself thinking back to your date with Steve. He was such a great guy. He seemed so perfect.

You headed to the drama section and reached for your favorite movie, apparently someone else had the same idea. “Oh I’m so sorry.” He pulled his hand away.

“No I’m sorry, you take it.” You offer.

“No no no, that’s okay. You take it.” He smiled.

“You sure?” You ask.

“You know what?  You’re not gonna like it. Is got a Twist ending. You’ll see it coming from a mile away.” He shrugged.

“And how would you know what I like? "You smirk.

"Well I know movies. And women. ” he smiled, his bright blue eyes burning into your soul.

“Really?” You pretend to be impressed.

“Mhm.” He nods.

“Okay.” You put the movie back. “Well then, why don’t you tell me what I want?” You smirk.

He smiled to himself, and leads you over to the suspense and hands you a movie. “The lady vanishes?” You raise a brow.

“Mhm.” He nods, a proud smirk on his face.

“Why is that?” You ask looking up at him.

“Well, firstly you can never go wrong with Hitchcock. Ever. It’s got comedy, drama, romance, it’s a thriller. It’s classy, but not stuffy. And it’s a little obscure, so if you haven’t seen it you’ll thank me for introducing you to it. If you have, you’ll know what a good choice it was..”

“Well…I have seen it.” You say.

“Mhm.” He grins.

“And it is a really good choice…” you trail off.

“Mm.” He smirks.

“However,” you point out, “not as good as Rebecca, notorious, vertigo or pretty much any of his films from 1960 to 1972. "His smirk drops, "in fact, it’s sort of a second tier title.”

He chuckled nervously, “a second.” He mumbles to himself. “You know what? Scratch that-”

You sigh, “Look, I see you surveying the prospects that one over there in foreign? To much angst. This one in the sweater set picking out animated movies? That girl will have your children named before breakfast.”

He chuckled, “The problem is, no one looks like a clean getaway. I get it you come in here looking for a girl renting a movie clearly she doesn’t have a date for the night. We’re easy targets. You look like the kind a guy interested in a one day rental if you know what I mean. But if you knew anything about Woman or anything about me, you’d know I’m perfectly capable of choosing my own movies.” You grab the sea movie that you have chosen when you first walked in. “But thanks.” You glance at him. “Happy hunting.” You walk past him leaving him standing there shocked.

At work later on in the week you were standing infront of the group that had tested a new rotisserie grill.

“Good morning everyone.” you smiled.

“Good morning (Y/N) . ” they smiled back.

“We are here today to talk about grills. Does anyone have any first impressions? ” you look down at your clipboard before looking up.

“I like the rotisserie feature.” A lady in pink raises her hand.

“Perfect, that’s very helpful.” You take note.

A familiar voice speaks up, “I don’t think it heated up fast enough. ” you frown and look up. “Like something was wrong with the motor, maybe the spark was dead..” he put the news paper down and you internally groaned when you saw the same guy from the movie store.

“Actually sir, there’s nothing wrong with the spark some people think grills just burst into flames at the slightest touch, it doesn’t work like that. ” You smirk “does any body have any useful opinions? "You look out at the crowd.

A lady in blue raised her hand, "I thought the lid was hard to handle. ”

“Mhm.” You take note on your clipboard.

“Ugh the lid!” The same annoying man groans, “what a pain, right? I just felt the whole thing to be a bit stiff, uptight, not really user-friendly. ” he insinuated.

“Well I think it depends on the user. ” you glare at him.

“Mm, it just so happens I have a lot of experience with grills. I’m something of a grill master. ” he stands and begins to walk over to you.

“Uh, this is a sophisticated grill. Not sure if you’ve dealt with one of these before. ” you fake pout.

“Or maybe A grill like this is just so scared of being burned that it stays on simmer and never really heats up all the way…” he gets really close and his hand goes towards the grills.

“Don’t touch my grill.” You glare at him.

“I don’t think a grill like this can handle a guy like me. "He smirked looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes.

"I think it could.” You cross your arms.

“Really?” He smirked.


“Prove it. 8 pm. Barcelona. Tomorrow.” He stared down at you.

You scoff, “I don’t think so.” You look away.

“Alright, I just I could stick around a little longer, talk about grills. Charcoal or gas, number 19 what do you think? "He looks out at the crowd.

You groan, "if I say yes will you leave? This is my job.” You mutter.

“Eight pm, tomorrow.” He smirked triumphantly.


“Fine.” He smirked.

“Fine.” You glare before looking away.

He checked you out and leaned forwards slightly taking a sniff, “you smell nice.” You roll your eyes and he chuckled before walking out.

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Tangled  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I could get used to a view like this. Yep, I’m used to it. I want a castle.”
  • “I have made the decision to trust you.”
  • “You know, I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here.”
  • “Look in that mirror. I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. Oh look, you’re here too!”
  • “Your dream stinks. I was talking to her.”
  • “What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? And what if it is? What do I do then?”
  • “This is part of growing up. A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even.”
  • “Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me!”
  • “Here comes the smolder.”
  • “You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done!”
  • “That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing.”
  • “And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise.”
  • “Who are you, and how did you find me?”
  • “Well, that’s okay! I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right?”
  • “Great. Now I’M the bad guy.”
  • “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”
  • “This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen.”
  • “The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it.”
  • “Stay calm. It can probably smell fear.”
  • “I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. Your thoughts?”
  • “Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes?”
  • “I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say— Hi. How ya doin’?”
  • “Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine.”
  • “I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.”
Take A Liking

Klaus Mikaelson X Reader

Word Count: 518

Requested: Anon

Request: Can I have a Klaus imagine where Klaus loved you back in the 1500’s but you died before he was able to turn you. then your reborn as Caroline’s sister and Klaus immediately takes a strong liking towards you, making Caroline and Stefan extremely protective over you.

Originally posted by malachaisangel

You and Caroline were non - identical twins which meant that if people didn’t know you they would think that you were just sisters and most of the time you made sure that people thought that because it stopped people from prejudging the both of you. So when Caroline was turned into a vampire you were sure that you would decline the offer should it be made to you but that never happened instead everyone treated to like a fragile little doll that needed protecting and doesn’t get me wrong you loved that everyone wanted to keep you safe but there was keeping you safe and treating you like a toddler and you were starting to become very irritated by it.

You walked into the Grill and sat down at a table with the usual group “So what are we doing?” You asked looking around the bar.
“Nothing,” Damon answered.
“Okay, can I draw your attention to the fact that me and Caroline are the same age so anything she does I can do.” You argued.
“Can you lift a human?” Caroline asked.
“Given the proper equipment and good amount of time, yes.” You answered smirking a soft chuckle drew your attention and you saw that there was someone standing near the table.
“Now who’s this treasure?” He asked.
“No one,” Stefan answered quickly and the man moved his eyes to you in question and you smiled.
“(Y/N) Forbes.” You stuck your hand out.
“Klaus Mikaelson.” He smiled kissing the back of your hand.
“What do you want Klaus?” Caroline asked.
“Just a name,” Klaus answered as he winked at you before leaving.
“(Y/N) you have to stay away from him.”  Stefan said.
“Uh huh.” You grunted and took a sip of Caroline’s drink “I have to stay away from everyone.”

Weeks later and you had taken the time to get to know Klaus much to everyone disapproval, not that you cared much but you were starting to wonder why Klaus had decided that he wanted you. “Why me?” You asked one day.
“What?” Klaus asked.
“Why choose me when you could choose someone else?” You asked.
“You know that you remind me of someone that I used to know.” Klaus smiled softly as he pulled you to stop walking, he took your hands “You are a doppelganger, and I met someone with the same face, I loved her but she was killed before I could turn her.”
“So I remind you of someone else?” You asked. He only smiled lifting your chin to make you look at him.
“As far as I am concerned you are two very different people and I love you just as much as I loved her.” He said softly.
“(Y/N)!” Caroline called and you rolled your eyes.
“It’s alright love, soon enough we’ll have forever.” He gave small smile kissing you on the cheek before Caroline got close enough to pull you away.
“We told you to stay away from him!” Caroline reminded you.
“I hadn’t forgotten.” You answered glancing back to see him smiling as he waved goodbye.

Requests and general question!

anonymous asked:

I don't think it's fair to say that, since MM doesn't block those troll accounts, than that means that she likes to be a victim. Do you remember when you used to post all the hateful messages you got, to show what you was going through everyday? Well, she's maybe leaving those comments up for the same reason, to show what she's going through. The point is not that she should block the trolls (they keep coming), the point is that the comments are disgusting. And on that we should all agree.

Did I say that? Yes I post hateful messages to show the kind of garbage I’m sent but it’s rare that I do. I normally keep it to myself or I’ll screencap it to show my friends so I can vent and then I delete/block. You should see the things I don’t post. Every picture MM posts that has anything to do with Sam is flooded with vile comments. The latest has almost 300. Now if I was posting 300 hate messages a day I think you’d all expect me to take some responsibility for myself, no? 

I don’t condone any of the hate on her social media but I’ve written countless posts asking people to leave her alone and it didn’t help. The thing is, I don’t care about this girl. She’s a stranger to me. I only think about her when I’m forced to. Sure it sucks that she’s being harassed but why do I need to be the one to speak up? Why is it my problem? Do I need to also speak up for every other person on IG who gets harassed? 

The people calling for everyone to protect her are the same people who participate in bullying shippers every single day of the week. What makes MM more important than any of the people here who were relentlessly bullied for months? Do we not matter just because we’re shippers? This fandom has a laundry list of problems that need to be addressed and this isn’t even in the top five for me. She can control her social media and after a year of this repetitive nonsense I think it’s time for her to step up to the plate and be her own saviour. 

anonymous asked:

More fuck coworkers. So I work at Him Tortons and I have yet to find out what is happening to my tips. Tips are split between everyone on duty at the end of each major shift, and I see the manager splitting them up in the office, yet for the past 2 weeks my tip box has been empty every day when I leave. Either manager is keeping my money for herself, not including me when she splits it up or putting it in the wrong box, or someone else is grabbing from my box when they leave.

I don’t know what’s worse, what he did or how they reacted to it.

Over the summer I worked at a fairly large amusement park as a ride operator. All summer I had to deal with guests shouting suggestive things at me across the midway, but the worst was from my coworkers. (As a frame of reference for these stories, I am a 19 year old lesbian)

In early August, my friends and I went out to a nearby bar that caters to park employees to celebrate a coworker’s last day. We invited several of our international crew members to come along because they’re always fun at bars. One in particular, a 21 year old from Egypt, flirted with me all night. I didn’t think much of it because I know he knows I’m gay, and assumed he was just doing it to be funny. After we left the bar, he walked me back to my room even though I told him not to, and when we got to the door and I asked him to leave he got angry with me and tried to assault me. Thankfully, my roommate came home and told him that she would call security if he didn’t leave.

A few weeks later, a couple of days before I left work to go back to college, my roommate and I were drinking in with a couple of guys from her crew. One in particular kept touching me and trying to kiss me even though literally everyone in the room kept reminding him that I am, in fact, gay. I went to bed before my roommate’s friends had left, and the next morning I stopped by their ride to say hello. The guy who was flirting with me was coming up the stairs to platform while I was standing in the control booth talking to their supervisor. He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and asked if I remembered the sex.

Disgusted and scared, I threw him off of me and demanded to know what he was talking about. He started laughing, and said I must have been asleep when it happened and that I shouldn’t have been so mad because I was flirting with him too. I asked how telling him I’m a lesbian is considered flirting, and he threatened to get me fired if I went to an area supervisor or manager about it. The only people I told were my own ride supervisor, who thought it was hilarious, and my roommate, who is still his friend.

I don’t know what’s worse, what he did or how they reacted to it.

Jay Park - “Don’t Leave”

Just so you know, this is utter shit that I don’t advise reading. Short, boring and lame. I guess I’m still trying to get the hang of writing again. 

Originally posted by clubeskimo

This was not how you imagined your Friday night…well, Saturday morning you mentally corrected as you noticed the clock now read two am. You had simply wanted to go out to dinner with the AOMG and Illionaire crew with some cuddling with your boyfriend at home after. But those plans went out the window about four hours ago when they all, including your boyfriend Jay, had decided to hit up a new club.

You were all on the third stop of the night and you had enough. You wanted your fluffy pillows and warm blanket. You also wanted your boyfriend to leave with you, but he was way more into the party than expected.

“Jay,” you pulled on his arm. He looked at you as he sipped his whiskey sour. Jay simply arched his eyebrow at you as he waited for you to continue.

“Jay, can we go home? I’ve been out for like twenty hours now and I just want to be home,” you rested your head on his shoulder. He leaned forward to put down his drink so that he could wrap his arm around you.

“Come on, babe. This is fun! We hardly go out anymore because you are always wanting to stay in. This is finally a time to be free,” Jay kept reminding you of how much he wanted to stay out. In reality this was the first time he had shown any affection that day so you had a hard time brushing him off.

As the night progressed, about every ten minutes you would say something you Jay about going home. Most of the guys had left already and the others were basically passed out. Knowing you would have to deal with getting their drunk asses home, you already were not in your best mood.

After another two hours, you were done.

“Jay, that’s it. I’m leaving. Dok2 got most of the guys to his place and Sunghwa can stay with us. Can we please just leave now?” Your boyfriend shook his head and went back to bobbing his head to the music. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse. Pushing past Jay, you made a grab for the sleeping Sunghwa who passed out from the drinks about twenty minutes ago.

You had almost gotten your friend to stand up when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.  

“Please don’t leave me here. Don’t leave me alone…without you,”  Jay whispered as you got up from the table. He was about four shots past wasted and your day was completely out of the window. You were just tired of everything. Sure, you can blame it on the terrible week at work that you had or you could blame it on how distant Jay had been for the past week, but truth be told, you were just tired. Tired of everything and everyone at the moment, all you could think of was going home.

You reached out to the seated form in front of you. Running your hands through his hair, you made sure to use a bit of your nails just how Jay liked. He closed his eyes at the sensation and you hoped that you had him hooked.

“If you don’t want me to leave, how about you come on home and I can show you a good time?” He didn’t have to know that your version of a good time was going straight to bed. You had a motto whenever you went out to drink, no man left behind.

“But what about that guy you were going to take home? Won’t he be mad?” Jay slurred as he stood up. Reaching out you put his phone in his hoodie pocket for him so that he wouldn’t lose it.

“I think that he might just pay for the cab and let us have a good time alone. How about that?” You let Jay hang on you as you poked the sleeping Gray awake. You could feel Jay nod into your shoulder as you said a silent prayer for the patience needed to get the two of them home. For being two of the most popular musicians, they were higher maintenance than anyone could imagine.

Joe Sugg x Reader - I Missed You

“Joe Sugg.” I glare my sparkly lined eyes to my boyfriend that I’m (steamily) livid at. Joe had been away on work and then to his dad’s up north but I had to stay. He finally came back today but it was one of his mates’ birthday and so we obliged to going to a club in London. Honestly, I just missed my boyfriend and now I was feeling a bit neglected. I missed his scent and running my hands over his shoulders, giving massages and his little smiles that somehow were the grandest things. Not that I would let him know that, I’d spent all night in a damn tight dress showing off my body (because I had so much time I actually worked out when Joe was gone) and playing with Joe just the right amount.
Now it was 2AM, we rolled back to his flat and Joe was sipping some water to cool off.

“You shouldn’t really be using that tone with me after tonight missy.” Joe eyed me back as I looked to his chest all down up in his suit and tie. How somebody could look sexy yet boyish at the same damn time was beyond me.
“Excuse me?” I tilted my head prancing away from him towards the couch, but he grabbed me by the waist faster than I could anticipate.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Tonight in the club, practically flirting with everyone then sitting back in my lap like a pretty little girl, placing my hands in loads of places. Not to mention the scene at the restaurant.” Joe snarled as I giggled.
“That’s what you get. Leaving me all week, then going to your dad’s and when you finally come back, you edit all day long before we have to go out with your friends clubbing til the early morning,” I took a breath after listing everything and blinked my eyes at him, getting rid of my built up frustration. I was just a girl who missed her boyfriend and was feeling neglected. As he came over to wrap his arms around me, I rolled my eyes pulling away and he chuckled.
“Oh baby missed me did she?” Joe asked smirking a little while I pouted. Joe Sugg became the sun for me in cloudy London and I missed him like hell.
“Yes.” I batted my eyes just a little baby, knowing full well how much he liked that.
“When then I guess I can help that…” Joe said pulling me close to him as I grind-ed my body even closer into him.

He grabbed me by the hips lifting me up on the marble countertop of his kitchen. I grab hold of his strong jaw as Joe re-familiarized himself with my breast area leaving kisses all around. I grin out in pleasure as Joe moves down my body and I’m pretty sure he leaving all the marks that he’s mine. But this is far too mild and not enough for him going away so long, so when I touch his hair my hands bring his head closer to me mouth.

“Bedroom,” I whisper in between and out of breath as he nods. Carrying me towards the stairs I try to hold myself back urging to get on Joe’s bed. He holds me in his arms and as we make it around the corner Joe says, “Patience y/n.”
“I’ve been patient all week.” I run my hands all over his chest and rapidly unbutton his shirt after taking off his blazer. Joe unzips his pants and takes my dress off, sighing in awe. It’s a pure tragedy how long I’ve been away from the the person who knows how to treat me best.
“Pretty little thing.” Joe says out of breath and I feel him after so long.
“F**k I missed you.” I moan out close to screaming as Joe continues with himself.
“Same,” Joe chuckles in his thick sweet accent as we run through each other.
“y/n! Oh–” I grab onto his lips and kiss them shut.
“Shut up. Just do it.” I grin menacingly, growing impatient. Oh how I craved for his feeling.
“Ooh demanding,” he raises his eyebrows up at me, “As you wish.”

Before I even have time to comprehend my already dreamlike state, Joe follows my command exactly and better than I could’ve ever.
“Joe!” My voice shouts probably waking up the neighbors. He smirks at getting me in this state and position, “Shhh love. It’s only 3 in the morning. We have to be quiet.” I nod my head but my eyes are eager his continuing. The climax is pretty but exciting leaving me perplexed all around. Him as well.

When all is done and everything has come, I lay back excruciatingly satisfied and Joe is happily exhausted after I did my part.
“I freaking love you y/n.” Joe smiles with his perfect blue eyes and messy blonde quiff. I scoot closer into his bare oddly tanned chest and gaze into the beautiful face above mine.
“I love you too baby,” I say before Joe cups my face kissing me gently.
“But now…” I murmur playfully and Joe looks at me with the softest look in the entire world that melted me in a split second.
“Yes my dear?” His voice was a sweet kind of ecstasy that left you craving more while hid it held you in the delicate and most loving way possible.
“I do want to just cuddle you please.” I chirp in the girly-est baby voice ever.
Joe does a quiet laugh and kisses my cheek while I mindlessly stroke his gorgeous face. He takes a long satisfied sigh and pulls me into him, both of us in spooning condition. He intertwines our hands together and twists his leg with mine, beginning to play with my hair as my head rests on him.
“Anything for you.” His voice says sweet as honey whilst I’m held in his strong arms. A feeling of gratitude and butterflies swarm through me and Joe leaving kisses all along my neck making his way downs. I lay more relaxed than ever watching the person I love with his dorky grin and baby blue eyes looking at me in absolute admiration. I loved him and he loved me. There wasn’t a doubt in the entire world of our love. Everything in this moment was ethereal and ideal perfection. With my fingers running through his perfect blonde hair and his kisses all around me, I smile and hold off on the morning to allow myself a few more hours of a pure haven.