buying my dad this

i wish i was famous just so i had a wikipedia page so i can look up facts i don’t remmeber about my life like exactly when did my dad buy me a nes

Tips from my dad about buying a car

- Go in at the end of the month
- Buy the model of the year right before the model for the next year comes out (dealers get desperate to sell the old models)
- Refuse to put any money down. Say that if they ask you to put down money, you’ll leave
- Seriously. If they ask you to put down money say you need to go and walk out
- If there’s another dealership nearby, tell them that you’re walking there right after you leave
- If a deal seems unfair but you really like the car, tell them you’re going to another dealership and leave. Chances are, they’ll call back the next day with a better deal
- If possible, after the first call wait till the last few days of the month and they’ll likely call again with an even better deal
- Look around for family and friends that need a car. If you buy more than one car from the same dealership you’ll get a much better deal
- If a family member/friend is looking for a used car while you’re looking for a new car or vice versa, still get the used car from the same dealership
- If you decide to buy a new car after a few years, trade in the old car and buy a new one from the same dealership. Companies appreciate loyalty and will likely offer you a lower price

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Bonus:

Hello! Sorry i haven’t posted anything but i’m trying to finish a chapter for my fic, but of course, while writing, this popped into my head! I just had to draw it! I don’t know if it’s been done before? 

I spent most of the day at the mall today, my mom made my brother and I go earlie so then we could all have lunch (with my dad too) cause we had to buy some stuff for uni DX! (you know i’ve had the same school bag since eighth grade until now, so it was really sad to pic a new one :c i’ll post a picture of it, it deserves it!) And i took my sketchbook with me and everytime my brother stopped to try on some shoes i would sit down and draw XD

So that’s for now! See you soon! Later tonight maybe! :D

Jimin’s runaway daughter pt.2

Jimin’s DaughterAU!

Genre: Angst

[pt.1] [pt.2]

Warning: Sensitive Content (mentions of abuse; read at own risk)


Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Dad arrived in no time and came over to me, a me that was still sat on the swing not wanting to move. I didn’t want to go home. Now that I’ve told him all that has happened, I know he would have relayed the message to my mother as well. He sat on the swing next to mine and stayed silent for a little while.

“Are you ready to go home now? It’s really late and you should really be going to sleep. Your mother is at home crying her eyes out because of you.” I scoffed to myself at his words. Crying because of me? Clearly not because I ran away, that’s for sure probably because I’m coming home instead.

“You’re rich dad, can’t you just buy me my own place? I don’t want to live with her.”

“I’m not buying you your own place to live alone at when you’re only twelve Y/N.”

“But I’m mature for my age!”

“Oh really? You ran away from home and you call that mature?” He laughed as he looked at me.

“I was getting myself out of a bad environment, which is beneficial for my own physical and mental health, I’ll have you know.”

“Answer’s no, you’re not legally allowed to anyway.”

“So you’re saying that if I was legally allowed to, you’d buy me my own place?”

“No little one, you’re my child and I will not allow you to move out so soon.”

“I’m not a baby dad!”

“But in my eyes, you’ll always a be my little baby. Because I’m your dad and it’s just how this all works.” I gave him a side glare as he laughed at my facial expressions.

“Let’s go home, it’s getting cold.” He stood up and and walked over to me, gently stroking the top of my head as I stood up.

“Remember to apologise to your mum when you get back alright?”

“But why? I’m not the one who’s in the wrong.” I protested and stood my ground.

“You called her a bitch Y/N, you should never use that kind of language towards her.”

“I didn’t say it to her face, I said it to you.”

“And she knows about it.”

“Well thanks dad, for dragging me to hell and leaving me there. God knows what she’ll do to me now because you told her.” I rolled my eyes, I knew what my future looked like now, and it wasn’t so pretty, but I couldn’t bring myself to be serious about it, to cope with all this - I could only make jokes. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t even be here anymore.

Getting home didn’t take very long, I wish it would have taken us a year or so, but in reality it only took ten minutes. As I strutted through into my home with my dad walking beside me I saw my mother run towards me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. People usually feel warmth from these hugs, but this was quite the opposite. When people hug you this way, it’s not actually supposed to hurt. But this? I really feel as though she was trying to squeeze all the air out of me, deliberately. I looked over at dad again and his eyes widened and eyebrows raised, clearly indicating for me to apologise to this woman I had clinging onto me.

“I’m sorry mum, for calling you a bitch.”

“No baby it’s my fault, I’m sorry I made you mad at me. I was so scared when you left, I thought I weren’t ever going to see you again.” Her sobs were fake, I wondered how dad was actually falling for this bullshit. But as he walked away after smiling at the two of us, the she devil whispered something into my ear.

“You know you’re going to be punished for this right? If you were going to run away, you should have left quietly. Why are you even back, or is it because you miss the idea of me beating you that you came running home? Calling me a bitch too? That’s rich, love.” I can’t lie and say that I wasn’t afraid, because I was. I was more than afraid but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

Nobody would believe that the woman who raised me the last twelve years would do me such harm. Nobody would believe it because she was always fake in the public eye. I would have done anything I could to expose her lying ass to world but I couldn’t. I couldn’t because that would wreck my dad’s image, not only that but he loves her and she loves him too. I see how happy they make each other and even sometimes I feel as though I don’t fit in the picture. My parents have always been so hopelessly in love with one another, they started dating at sixteen and they’ve been together ever since.

No matter how much I don’t like my mum because of the way she treats me I’m thankful, I can still see her eyes light up when dad walks into the room and I still see his eyes light up whenever she enters. It’s like she falls in love with him all over again just like he falls for her as if it was the first time, and honestly that really makes living here worthwhile. Because I know he’s receiving all the love he deserves, even if she doesn’t love me. It wasn’t always like this though. Mum used to care about me, up until I was nine - something changed. I don’t know what it was and I don’t think I’ll ever find out but even through it all, I know I do still love her - I mean she is my mum so how could I not, and really, I just want her to love me again.


pt.3?

When I was fifteen, I cut a gigantic chunk of foam out of the mattress in the guest bedroom with a pocket knife, and then flipped it over so nobody would know. I needed it to fix the seat on my dirtbike. I could’ve asked to go buy some actual upholstery supplies, but my dad didn’t know I had the bike in the first place, and we never used that room, so I figured I was good.

And to be fair, I was kind of right? Because I’m twenty-two now and he JUST called to ask what the fuck happened to the mattress.

I denied any involvement.