My stalker (literally documented with restraining order) just got a job at my store. I was told if I had a problem with it I would need to transfer because I can't impede his right to have a job! I don't know what to do because I liked my job up until this point but....?!?!?!?
If you were their first and you have a restraint order they have to either move him or they will be in legal trouble. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.
How much I want Alec to wake up in the middle of the night and sleepily pad his way across the loft to get a snack, only to pick up a jar of spider legs and freak the fuck out. Magnus comes swooping in ready for battle, but realizes what's happened and just moves a couple jars over, hands a still stunned Alec a box of crackers, then goes back to sleep.
oaijwef i don’t know if show alec also has arachnophobia tbh, but sleepy alec searching through bottles in the pantry at night would be adorable. and when he grows familiar enough with the apartment that he can pick something out with ease without even really looking? kill me.
also jace moving in, and just really trying hard not to accidentally pick up this stuff and magnus and alec being little shits and they’re like – jace?? what are you having??? and it’s really just regular tea or something but they just pretend like he’s ingested some terrible warlock ingredient. alec gives it up first when he can’t help but snicker.
anyway, magnus and alec being that couple who teases people together and snicker with each other about how hilarious they are is something i sincerely need.
♦: Slow dancing, jyn/cassian (I can't wait to see how you swing this)
He’s scouting the place, peering through the low light at a pair huddled suspiciously beneath one of the room’s many arches, when Jyn appears in front of him. He’s about to reprimand her—they’re pretending not to know each other; that’s a key part of the strategy here—but then she moves to press herself fully against him, reaching up to slip her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.
Cassian nearly blacks out.
“Jyn?” he manages, sliding his arms around her more on instinct than anything else. “What are you—”
“I see him,” Jyn whispers. She clasps his shoulder, drawing him closer, and Cassian has to think for a moment before he can remember who she’s even talking about.
“The smuggler?” he asks. They’ve been trying to track this guy down for weeks, hoping he’ll cave and offer them a discount on stolen Imperial machine parts.
“Over by the door,” she says, nodding against his shoulder. Then she moves her hips in a way Cassian is utterly unprepared for, and he just barely manages to hold back a whimper.
“What are you doing?” he asks, fist clenching against her shoulder blades in spite of himself.
“Dancing,” she says, like this should be obvious. “You know: blending in. Like you’ve been lecturing me about.”
“I sort of assumed you weren’t listening,” Cassian says, tilting his head to the side to rest it against hers. (Might as well sell it. She’s right. Blending in.)
“I listened the first time,” she grumbles. “Not the fifth time. You repeat yourself a lot.”
He chuckles, tightening his arms around her just a little. “Repetition is important.”
“Also boring,” she adds.
“You sound like K.”
He feels rather than sees her scowl. “Never say that to me again.”
He’s about to say something else, but then she turns her head so that her lips press against the base of his neck and all words escape him. He’s lucky to still be standing.
“He’s moving,” she says, and he shivers at the way her lips move against his skin in the process.
“Right. Got a plan?”
“I’m going to follow him.”
He sighs. “Got a better plan?”
“Move your hand down.”
He really was not expecting that.
“What?” he nearly chokes.
“Just do it.”
When he does, inching his hand slowly down the soft curve of her lower back, his hand touches something hard: a blaster, tucked into her pants and hidden beneath her shirt.
He groans. “I told you not to do this. What happened to listening?”
Her smile stretches wide across his skin.
“I listened to you,” she whispers. “I just chose to ignore you.”
He laughs, presses his lips to her temple; he might as well, since he has the excuse.
with love, from anonymous (chapter 1) - written with @westiris
Summary: Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose. (Huge thank-you to @stardefiant and @koninginnen for reading over this and making my writing coherent!)
At this point, Isak’s pretty sure that his locker has become sentient enough to figure out how to fuck with him at the worst times. All he has the energy for is to grab his Bio textbook in time to catch the tram. He already has plans to veg out in front of his laptop with a bag of sour cream and onion chips, goddammit, he doesn’t care how much Eskild complains about his breath stinking up the whole place. He deserves it after the shitty day he’s had, because there’s no way a test on motion could’ve been that hard. Isak sometimes moves from his bed. He knows how it works.
*As Blake and Yang laid under a tree cuddling with Sun laying on a branch above them, Blake reading a book While Yang and Sun played a game on their scrolls, Sun's scroll beeps signalling him that he has gotten mail.* Ah damn it. Hey Yang, Can way pause the match for a second? This could be the email from my Aunt I've been waiting for.
Can't it wait just a few more minutes? We all most grow this overgrown trex alien.
Nah, I got to make sure my Aunt sent my the new address to her house for when I go visit her this weekend.
Why don't you just move your character to a hiding place and set up a turret while Yang finished it off? *Both Yang and Sun glances at Blake with surprise.* ... I watch playthroughs.
Aw my kitty likes watching us play.~ *Yang smiled, kissing the top of Blake's head.*
*Meanwhile Sun does as Blake suggested and begins to look at his email.* Alright Turret's up. Just save me some good rare items okay Yang.
*Sun rolled his eyes and began to read his mail, noticed he received two.* Huh? What's this second one?
YES! GOT YOU UP OVER GROW LIZARD! *Yang cheered a minute later after beating the boss in the game.*
Yay team Yangsun. *Blake smiled closing her Blake as she felt Yang hug her.*
I did it all for you babe. *Yang whispered smirked kissing Blake's and giggling as Blake blushed before looked up at Sun.* Hey Sun you better your character butt if you want any of this loot. Huh? *It was then Yang saw Sun Trying his hardest not to laugh as he stared at his scroll.* Uh... Sun?
*Hearing the question tone of her girlfriend's voice Blake looked up as well at Sun and raised an eyebrow.* What is it Sun? You're kinda weirding us out.
Hehehehehehehe, Oh god this is too fucking funny. *Sun chuckle before full on laugh as he passes her scroll down to the bumblebee couple with his tail.* Hahahahahaha! Yang, Hahaha, Blake, hehehehe you-you got to Hahahahaha! You got to read this!
*Confused Yang took the scroll and held it so she and Blake could read the mail Sun got and instantly both girl's jaws drop.* Oh you have got to be kidding me. *Was All Blake could say as she picked the bright of her nose, Shaking her head as Yang Read the message loud.*
"Dear Sun Wukong. You are cordially invited to join the league/guild/band/ of Blake Belladonna's evil exs. Our groups goal is to insure that anyone who tries to date the woman we have all fell in love with is driven away, killed, and/or stays far far away from Blake. Benefits of joining, include, free dental and health care per fight with Blake's current lover, a Blake pillow, a custom jacket, a grimm mask, and free life time supply of cat themed cookies. Please send a reply with your answer or come to one of the meetings held every Tuesday and Thursday at 8pm. Sincerely, Adam Taurus. Ps Ilia apologizes for shooting you. But not really." * Yang Finish with an expression that could only be expressed with,* What. The actually. Fuck?
Hahahahaha! What do you think Yang Blake? Should I join? Hehehehe, They have free cookies.
Sun, This isn't funny! *Blake Glared as Yang chuckled shaking her head.*
Hehe, It's a little funny. Though I had no idea Adam was a Scott Pilgrim vs the world fan. OH MY GOD! Does Adam wear glasses!? Is his real name Gideon Graves? Tell me he happen the same hair cut as gideon when you dated?
AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Gideon Taurus! Master of Blake's evil exs HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Sun Laughed before falling out of the tree while Yang joined in.*
Siiiiiigh, Yang You are lucky I love you and Sun you are lucky you're my best friend.
Aw Cheer up Ramona Belladonna. I'll fight all your exs to date you. *Yang teased, giving Blake a peck on the cat ear.*
Can we get a scenario with Dark!Giotto being protective over his SO? Like make it as dark as you want, I can't wait to see what ya'll come up with. 😈 Happy Halloween btw~!
// Not sure when you’ll see this anon, but Happy Halloween!!! Hope you had a safe, happy, and fun one! //
The sound of someone coughing echoed down the hallway. You wondered who it was, yet the throbbing in your head couldn’t let you think straight. Who is it?
Another cough sounded out. With a start you realized it was you who was coughing. Snippets of the events that occurred just moments before replayed in your mind.
The Vongola gardener… touching you… moving his hands up and down your legs… up you sides… your chest… suddenly…
Just like that he had clasped his hand around your neck. Because you had kept turning your head in order to avoid his sloppy kiss. In a fit of anger he had almost killed you, but the sound of voices had saved you. Letting you go, he had fled, and you had scurried into the safety of the hallway.
Now however, you longed for fresh air. Stepping out into the darkness, the cool breeze felt good against your bruised skin. Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to slow down your fast, beating heart. You would have to tell Giotto about this. No doubt he would get angry at him, but unlike the other mafia leaders, he would not hurt the gardener. Yes, no doubt he would be kicked out of the luxurious mansion, but he had always been a kind and gentle man up until now, and Giotto would probably keep that in mind. “He has to,” you whispered. Giotto wasn’t a wild beats like all the other leaders.
A shrill scream broke into your thoughts. Fearfully, you whirled around, trying to locate the source. Another one followed soon after. You glanced to your right. Just like you suspected, it had come from the wine cellar. It had recently been built and even though you had wanted to check it out, Giotto had gently assured you that it was still pretty dirty and he didn’t want you to get sick. That had been enough to keep you out, but now, your curious mind got the best of you.
The lock on the cellar doors had been removed, and you could see a faint light reflecting off the smooth walls. Quietly you made your way down the wooden stairs. This time a groan followed by a popping sound echoed. A voice called out, however, this time it was something you recognized. It was G!
Peering around the corner, you saw the unmistakable form of G. In front of him was another form you recognized. The gardener. Except he was in the last way you expected him to be in.
With his hand tied up in chains, blood ran down his face, all the while he was panting and gasping for air. G held a small black device in his hand, surrounded by other subordinates. He pressed a button on said device, and some blue sparks emitted out of it. An electric shocker? The thought made chills run up and down your spine.
G cleared his throat. “Again, tell us, did you or did you not touch [Name]?”
“I did not, I swear I did not!” The gardener’s voice was still coming strong despite the clear evidence of torture.
G pursed his lip, then started to bring the device down to the man’s body. Before he could however, you quickly jumped out of your hiding place. “Stop!” you screamed. All eyes turned to you. Before anyone could speak, you cried out, “What the hell is going on?”
G sighed. “What are you doing here?”
You ignored him. “Why are you doing this G? If Giotto found out–”
That seemed to strike a nerve in Vongola’s Storm Guardian. “What does it look like? I’m teaching this sorry bastard a lesson.” He glared at the tied up gardener. “Don’t even think about defending him. We all know what he did to you.”
Tears were starting to blind your vision. “But still, he doesn’t deserve such treatment. You could kill him!” You started to back away, desperately looking for that first step of the stairs. “Giotto wouldn’t agree to this. He’s not like you–”
“I’m afraid you’re wrong, [Name].” The voice came from behind you. You didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was.
Giotto stepped in front of you. “G is only acting upon my orders. Meaning, that I ordered for this.“ He gestured to the bloody gardener.
The tears were flowing freely down your cheeks now. “But Giotto–”
He held a hand up for silence. “I’m sorry [Name], but I’m only protecting you. And for that, I am willing to do anything.” He didn’t have to spell out what “anything” meant. You could tell by the murderous look in his once warm eyes.
The kiss slowly grew more passionate, his hand wandered to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. You took the chance to move your leg over his to straddle him, and he moved both his hands around your back, pulling you closer, never breaking the kiss once. While moving your hands up to play with his hair, you licked his lips fleetingly, asking for permission and he obliged. The feeling of his tongue shyly playing with yours, his hands roaming your body, his soft plump lips moulding perfectly onto yours and his smell in your nose - he was driving you crazy and you started to feel your underwear grow damp. Not wanting to push him too much in fear the moment would end, you decided to simply enjoy yourself while it lasted - you figured he'd probably pull away soon just like he usually did.
What I have to write:
A two-way ANOVA was carried out on the Simpson's index of concentration by treatment type and genotype. There was no statistically significant interaction between the effects of treatment and genotype on concentration [F48,3=1.1169, p=0.295876].
However, we found a significant effect of treatment on diversity [F48,3=12.0580, p=0.001102], whereas the genotype did not have a significant effect on the diversity index [F48,3=0.0009, p=0.976036], suggesting that treatment influences the concentration regardless of the genotype.
Post Hoc tests revealed that there is a significant difference between shaken and still treatments for the mutator strain [p=0.0125085] but not for any of the other interactions.
Batboys at Starbucks.Damian's like: "Grayson why CAN'T I get a Frapuccino? It won't make me a 'basic white girl' I'm neither white nor a girl and also I doubt it will alter my body's pH THAT much." Dick gets caramel macchiatos and you can't convince me otherwise. Tim is like "just fuck me up" in terms of caffeine. Jason doesn't quite feel comfortable in Starbucks precisely because of the lifestyle it represents. Kids from Crime Alley generally didn't go to Starbucks.
Damian would be like, “Don’t be an idiot, Grayson, there is no way I can get a sugar high. I am completely fine. Now let’s go up the escalator.”
“That isn’t an escalator, Damian.”
“…Then why are the stairs moving?”
Tim is completely like “Double shot, no, triple shot! No, wait, four triple shots with some ground up coffee beans on top.”
“Sir, that will kill you.”
“If that’s how I go, that’s how I go.”
Dick is the one that stares at the menu forever and then, after asking a bunch of questions and his family is about to wring his neck, orders the same thing as he always does (and the barista gives him their number, and Damian flick leftover whipped cream on Dick’s shirt “on accident”).
Jason probably stays away from Starbucks as you said (but indulges in pumpkin spice, which he tries to keep a secret but Barbara finds out anyway. He wakes up to the Starbucks brew boxes on his porch).
It's okay to take a break from being strong all the time. It's okay to sit and let the frost cover you while you rest. You are not a failure.
Things are changing. But it won't be permanent. It's okay to let yourself hibernate. You do not have to tend to things immediately.
You are not a disappointment if you aren't able to keep everyone happy all the time. It's okay to step back and allow people to retreat into themselves. Not every silence has to be filled.
You may feel like your waters are freezing over, leaving you nowhere to turn. You will thaw again. Allow yourself to be still and peaceful for a while.
Your spark keeps everyone warm in whatever room you enter. Remember though, you are under no obligation to remain lit. Take this time to turn your warmth inward. You deserve comfort, too.
Do not panic when you don't have the energy to keep order and perfection. You can give yourself a break. Snowflakes are never orderly and perfect, but we still find them beautiful.
You're allowed to withdraw from taking care of others. It is not wrong of you to take a break from digging everyone else out of snow in order to focus on making sure you don't get buried.
Let go of the guilt you feel for the way things seem to have toppled down on you like an avalanche. It is not your fault. There will be people there to help pull you out of this.
Don't feel pressured to run from person to person, trying to share warmth. You do not need anyone but yourself. You can get yourself through this.
Don't feel bad if you can't see a way to fix things in your life and relationships that appear to have started to freeze and die. You will find the solution eventually. You don't always have to be on top of things. Even the best boss needs help from his employees sometimes.
Remind yourself that you don't always have to be productive. It is not bad of you if you can't constantly be enforcing positive change. Sometimes the fog keeps you from seeing the next move clearly. Stop. Wait. The fog will clear. Breathe.
Stop beating yourself up over not being able to fix everything all the time. You do not owe anyone pieces of yourself.
yeah we are just chillin in the empty calm space without worries that is the life eh
tru homie no danger in sight we are just like little bugs in the infinite field of the universe
DID SOMEONE SAY BUGS *destroys the Normandy*
OH DEAR MAKER WHAT'S THAT
sorry wrong quote
let me save the ship
let me save your fragile ass
Shepper yooooooo *crashes into a planet like a comet and dies*
look at that lemme make a wish real quick
I wish one day I'll fuck a robot
Allusive Man we found Shep's corpse
nice now let's spend a shitload of money to resurrect him/her
cool let's make him/her our slave by modifying the brain
damn girl what is your problem we can't manipulate someone's mind that's fucked up shit
anyway how is the project of turning Grayson in a human reaper going?
*wakes up after a 2 years coma*
Shepard we're under attack stand up and fight u inferior slut
aw shit I can barely move *runs like a leopard* *fight like a demon from hell* *tears shit up*
hurry up commander
wait I need answers
Shepard for the love of god we're in the middle of a fight mechs are shooting at us we can't talk rn
so how was your day?
OMG it was nice thank you, I wake up and had a toast then I did some push ups then...
let's get out of here gossip girls
hello I'm Cerberus' boss listen to me you have to find out why humans are disappearing
fuck you Intrusive Man I don't work for you
I revived you
oh fuck ok then
holy fleet Shap is that u
ye it is me Tali I missed you so much
no wait Tali join my squad
nah better later I got stuff to do now
haha I like you I'll make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you trust me
god I miss Keiji so much I will never love again
Zaeed you squinter swine you set fire to a refinery just to find your boyfriend we are all going to die
that fucker shoot me in the head
aaw isn't this love
Shepurd I feel strange I just want to kill everybody and destroy everything
oh Grunt baby it's perfectly normal you're just becoming a woman
Shep he is a krogan. Male. It's like our puberty
do you mean I don't need this XXXXL tampon?
my son is in trouble and my wife is dead
"The fire has gone to be kindled anew.” He begs them not to take her away. They let her body slide into the water. He hits me. “Don’t let them! Stop them! Why weren’t you–” It rains. It always rains on Kahje. Warm water pours down his face.
Cole is that you
fuck you and fuck everything and fuck Cerberus in particular
girl put a shirt on it's raining cats and dogs
fuck shirts fuck cats and dogs and fuck me
help me kill my daughter
shit why everyone in my squad are psycopath or have tragic stories and why do I have to solve everyone's problem?
so you won't help me?
sure I'll help you let's do it girl
guess who's fucking back and ready to be romanced
fuck yes I'm gonna date the shit out of you
shut up I'm calibrating
why do you have a piece of my armor you creepy weirdo
there was a hole
are you telling me you just have to close every hole you see?
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
all right let's go kill all collectors as requested from the Incisive Man
we are the beginning, you are the end
yeah I'm YOUR end
this hurts me
fuck my second life what is that big ass blue motherfucker
it's a human reaper
woah tough shit better destroy this ship and everything in it
wait Shepard don't do it we need this technology
shut up Disquisitive Man I do what I want and I want to tear this abomination up
damn no I should have enslaved your mind when I had the chance
well too fucking bad Dispositive Man let's do this homies
and that's how I saved the day once again
Shepard you gangsta you forgot to say you killed 300.000 batarian in the process