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*Teacher Mentions Natural Selection*

Me: “ERIC HARRIS”

*Someone Likes KMFDM Or Rammstein*

Me: “ERIC LIKES THEM DO YOU LIKE ERIC”

*Someone Mentions They Work At A Pizza Place*

Me: “YOU’RE REINCARNATED ERIC HARRIS”

*Someone Mentions They Got Their Little Sister A Bike*

Me: “ERIICCCCCCCS COMMERCIAL”

*Someone Playing Doom*

Me: “E R I C H A R R I S”

*Someone Wears A Black And White Flannel*

Me: “EEERRIICCC FUCKING HARRIS”

*Someone Starts Eating A Slim Jim*

Me: *Screeching* “ERICCCCC”

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Tuesday Car Tunes time! Today’s selection is Musiq Soulchild’s “Love”

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My albums selection for the next week …listen !

- Dead Can Dance ‎ : Spleen And Ideal

- Einstürzende Neubauten ‎:  Halber Mensch

- Le Syndicat Faction Vivante :  Morceaux De Choix

- Boy Dirt Car / Fi : Split Lp

- Ash Ra Tempel, Manuel Göttsching ‎ :  Inventions For Electric Guitar

- Ghédalia Tazartès ‎ :  Voyage À L'Ombre

- PVT :  New Spirit

- CTI ‎– Core - A Conspiracy International Project

- Blackhouse ‎:  Holy War

- Ich Bin N!ntendo ‎ :  Lykke 

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RIP Sir Roger Moore (1927-2017). A sad day in the UK has been made sadder still with the death of “your second favourite Bond” (his own words). During his long acting career Moore drove a broad selection of cars including a Volvo P1800S in TV series The Saint; an AMC Hornet in The Man With The Golden Gun, Lotus Esprits in The Spy Who Loved Me and For Your Eyes Only (in which he also drove a Citroën 2CV in a chase with a Peugeot 504); and an Alfa Romeo Alfetta GTV6 in Octopussy

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Made a visit to the incredible Nissan Heritage Collection last weekend in Zama, Kanagawa; 300 Nissans under one roof.

The selection of cars is just phenomenal. Everything from road classics to Le man’s prototypes, Super GT racers to rally legends. If you visit, your time to look around freely is limited to about 40 minutes, which just isn’t enough time to look at everything. I spent most of my time there in the race car area. I will definitely need to make another visit to have a proper look at the classic and road car collection.

And as many of you probably noticed….Gran Turismo. I have to say, I’ve never seen so many cars from Gran Turismo in one place. The 90s Playstation nostalgia really started to set in.

Despite the short time I did manage to get some good shots of a few choice cars, and I’ll be uploading them soon. In the meantime here’s a few quick shots including a picture of me with a very big Nissan induced grin on my face!

Drift Stage Steam Early Access Release 2017

We’ve been so busy making the game, we haven’t had much time for any update posts. We’re very close to finishing the Steam Early Access build, which will be available for ALL backer tiers Q1 2017.

Our original release goal was dec-jan at the latest,  but it became clear that we need more time to add in other features besides just the new track and car select.

We’ll be posting a Kickstarter update as soon as we have all of the new features and content implemented, but until then, heres a quick update

- The return of the Island Test Course from last years early alphas. (By popular demand)

- Eventide Overpass, with best lap times saving and twitter functionality, like the 2015 free demo.

- All new course, Aqualuxe Complex, designed as a intermediate level, but testing may prove otherwise.

- Car color palette swaps

- Functional track select

- Full mouse support for menus

- Controller to keyboard hot swapping

- Depth of field video option.

- Menu optimizations and graphical improvements

- Collision & physic engine refinements and bug fixes. ( Less likely out of bounds glitch)

- 6 new cars (previously teased and variations)

- Many, many other misc fixes and optimizations, and updates.

Post Early Access Launch est.Q2 - Q3 2017

- Return of 3 stage ‘ghost battle’ mode from 2015 demo

- Audio overhaul, all cars will have unique engine sounds

- Full Soundtrack with in game 'select’ functions (Drift Stage Vol 2 OST info)

- Custom camera position settings

- AI and Online Multi & Career (This will likely be the last part of the game worked on, due to its requirements for new code bases and menus, as well as complexity.

- New free demo - Same amount of content as original demo, locked into eventide ghost battle with 2 cars (one unlocked after beating expert). Twitter support.

See you at the finish line.

Powerless (El Diablo x Reader) Part 4

Here it is, the final chapter of Powerless! Enjoy everyone, and thank you all so much for all the support you’ve given me while writing this series, it means so much. Im so grateful for all of you, and have a Merry Christmas!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


One year later

The doorbell rang, and (y/n) swore, pulling the towel off her head and throwing it on the floor of her bathroom. She ran downstairs as the doorbell continued to ring, opening the door to her neighbour and her screaming baby.

“Thank you so much.” Carol said in a rush, shoving the toddler into (y/n)’s arms. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, I’ve gotta take Nikki to the hospital, but call if you need anything alright?”

(Y/n)’s mouth fell open. “I’m sorry what?” She shifted the screaming baby on her hip, then realized what she was doing and tried to hand the child back to his mother. “Carol, there’s been some sort of mix up, I can’t–”

“You said a few days ago that if Nikki got worse I could leave Lucas with you.” Carol looked distressed. “You said you were off work all week, and I really need this. Please, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate.”

“No I, I am off work but I have errands to run today and I can’t–”

“Just take Lucas with you. He’s a very good boy you won’t even notice he’s there.”

(Y/n)’s mouth opened as she tried to figure out a way to say, I don’t feel comfortable bringing your baby with me to a maximum security prison to pick up an ex-convict who is moving in with me. Before she could find the words Carol handed her a diaper bag and left, jumping in her minivan and speeding off with a final thank you and a wave. She was left standing on her porch with a baby playing with the wet strands of her hair and a carseat at her feet.

“Alright.” she looked down at Lucas, who blinked at her. “I guess you’re coming to prison with me. Does that sound fun?” She bounced him on her hip and he squealed. “No, no it does not. Alright kid, let’s do it.”

The drive took two hours, and Lucas slept the entire time. He woke up as (y/n) pulled into Belle Reve’s visitor gate, signing in with a guard she recognized from her time working there, babbling happily as she pulled her car into the small selection of parking spaces between the first and second gates. She picked him up out of the car seat and carried him on her hip to the second gate, where Griggs himself was waiting, smiling slimily.

“Didn’t think we’d be seeing you around here any time soon (y/l/n). And certainly not with a kid.” The guard looked her over, ignoring her glare. “Who’s the dad? Is it Diablo? That’s messed up.”

“He’s not mine.” She said, cutting him off and ignoring the rest of his comments. “What do I need to sign?”

“Here.” He slid her a few forms, rolling his eyes when he couldn’t get a fun reaction out of her. “You know, it looks like this kid is the right age for when–”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” (Y/n) snapped, putting Lucas down beside her and covering his ears with her hands. “I don’t have to put up with this crap anymore, and I’m not going to. Shut up or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Woah.” Griggs was still smiling, but he looked scared. “Alright, hey calm down. It was just some friendly chit chat until–”

“Opening the gate!”

(Y/n) looked up, ignoring Griggs, as Chato walked through the gate. It was rare to see him in street clothes, but he was wearing his letterman with a mostly empty bag slung over his shoulder. He was looking around, and his eyes fell on her almost immediately, shock flashing across his face as he saw the child by her feet. She sighed, picked up Lucas, and walked over.

“That’s a kid.” Chato said by way of greeting. Lucas waved at him and he blinked in surprise, turning to (y/n) for answers.

“He’s not mine.” She said immediately. Chato tried to hide his sigh of relief. She arched an eyebrow at him. “Would it be a problem if he was?”

“No.” Chato said immediately. “I just, you never mentioned him before, and it might not be a good idea to have me in a home with… you know.”

She nodded, guilt tightening her stomach. “I’m sorry, you’re right. Don’t worry, he’s not mine, he just got dumped on me at the last minute so we’re stuck with him for the day.” She looked him over, noticing that he was wide eyed, and a little nervous. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

He nodded. “It’s time.”

“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to put any pressure on you when I visited last month, I just–”

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s fine. Honest. Let’s just get outta here alright?”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. “Alright then, let’s go.”

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The Counselor (Taehyung x Reader)

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Words: 6,508

Summary: You’ve been feeling a bit…depressed. At your friends recommendation, you go to see a counselor, but…he’s a lot more than you expected.

A/N: Well! This has been a long time coming, haha. My first Taehyung smut-I figured it was time. Though, it does have lots of fluff too (because to me Taehyung is such a sweetiepie). Anyway! Please enjoy!


You are…struggling. And you know you are. Classes are rough, and homework and work makes you want to rip all of your hair out. You’re losing sleep and adapting terrible eating habits (aka not eating at all and/or eating only quick and unhealthy food), and your friends are worried.

“The University Health Department has counseling available almost 24/7,” one of your girlfriends tells you, her eyes begging for you just to listen for once, because she know that you don’t want to. It’s only another 2 months until summer, and you only need to last that long, then things will get a little better. You’re sure of it. However, you still patiently listen to her nonetheless.

“They’re not professional—they’re trained kids, our own age. People who go to the university with us that are just…listening buddies. They’re there to help us in any way they can, and I haven’t heard anyone say anything bad about them.

“And they don’t judge you!” she continues quickly when she sees your lips part, liking going to give her an excuse as to why you don’t want to go. “I’ve had friends who have gone in just to talk about their day—because it helps them to have the company around. And I’ve also had friends who have gone in and gotten deep—and it still works out fine in those situations too.

“The counseling is good,” she tells you, smiling as she grabs one of your hands between hers. Your heart aches at that moment, because you know that she’s such a good friend to you, and it’s not like you enjoy feeling this way, it’s just…

“Give them a chance, Y/N, and if you don’t like it I won’t ask you to go back. But what can it hurt?”

“My pride,” you mumble in response, and when she sends you a sour pout, you sigh. “I’ll…go soon,” you say, managing a smile. You place your free hand atop hers and squeeze, hoping to portray your sincerity. “I really do appreciate you being so concerned for me. Thank you.”

She shrugs, the atmosphere becoming a bit more comfortable she slides off her seat and moves around the café table, grabbing you in a tight hug.

“Just trying my best to be a good friend.”

“You are, trust me.”


Despite it all, you do end up going to the counseling—but only after lots of internal struggle and reasoning.

On a Friday night—when you for once don’t have work—you pick yourself up and shrug on a too-big sweatshirt and slip into a pair of trainers and then leave your 1 bedroom apartment, trudging towards the Health Center on campus.

You’re not even sure if counseling will be available at—you slyly slip your phone from your pocket and check the screen—10:03 on the weekend, but hey—if you go and no one is there, then at least you tried. You can tell your friend that at the very least you made an effort to get counseling, and then you’ll never have to go back again. Perfect!

Sadly, when you reach the health building, a woman at the front desk points you in the direction of the student mental health rooms. Tempted to sigh at your luck, you slowly make your way up the dimly lit hall—most of the lights off in order to cut electricity costs.

After a minute you find the area you’re looking for, a semi-large waiting room with 5 doors connected to it. 4 of the doors are closed—the ones labeled ‘Jackson’, ‘Hani’, ’Kai’, and ‘Jonghyun’—and through the small window you can only see darkness, so you assume they’re out for the night. The farthest right door, however, is illuminated.

Shit…

You take a deep breath, reading yourself for judgment and fear and anxiety—because despite your friends reassurance and all the good remarks you’ve been hearing about the counseling and counselors—you’re still terrified.

Eying the nametag hanging on the door handle—one which is bright blue and decorated with a mismatch of drawings (which may have been done by a kindergarten, but you can’t tell)—you wearily lift your hand and knock your knuckles against the solid wood.

It takes a few seconds, but eventually the door opens, and you suddenly find yourself face to face with a thin, chestnut haired boy. His face reflects subtle surprise, his perfectly shaped eyebrows raising on his forehead.

“Hi,” he says after a moment, and then breaks into a large boxy smile, gripping his stomach as he laughs. You take a step back, wanting to run. Is he laughing at you??—but luckily he quickly explains himself.

“Sorry, I just…I’m so used to being here alone on Friday nights, usually no one shows up, so you took me by surprise. I was laughing at myself because I’m sure I looked a bit stupid standing there, hehe~.” Reaching out a hand, his brown eyes turning kind, he introduces himself. “I’m Kim Taehyung, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you respond, still hesitant, but take his hand nonetheless. It’s large, you note.

“Well—come on in!” he says, stepping back and motioning to his little, private room. You poke your head in, surveying the area. There’s a pink and a blue beanbag on the carpet floor, a stack of books in the corner, and an old TV with a N64 hooked up. On the screen is a paused game of California Speed, which is what you guess Taehyung must have been playing before your unexpected arrival.

“I…um…,” you manage, embarrassed at your own awkwardness. But you feel bad—maybe he doesn’t want to talk to you, he was probably have a jolly fine time before you’d shown up at his door.

“Y/N,” Taehyung coaxes, his face melting into a look of understanding. He’s so beautiful to look at, and with such sincerity portrayed on his features, you’re beginning to wonder if perhaps he’s an angel of sorts.

Extending his hand towards you, Taehyung waits. Patient. He and you both know that it’s your decision to come inside, and he’s not going to force any kind of decision upon you.

You don’t want to be here, and yet…with Taehyung here in front of you…

You take his hand.

Grinning, Taehyung tugs you into his little, cozy pad, and shuts the door behind you. Immediately, in time with the sound of the room closing off, you feel emergency barriers forming around your heart, scared to let anyone in or anything out. Because in the most basic sense you are ok. You have food and shelter, and you find it in yourself to roll out of bed every day. You’re alright, but…you’re not. Not really—and while Taehyung seems like a nice guy, you don’t know him. So are you just supposed to suddenly open up and tell him all of your problems and expect him to listen and be nonjudgmental? That’s seems impossible.

“Well, pop a squat!” he tells you, diving stomach first onto the pink bean bag. His smile and personality, so far, reminds you of a little kid with no care in the world, and you begin wondering if you can confide in a person like this. Nonetheless, you stiffly step farther into the room and lower yourself onto the other beanbag, not quite sure where to look. If you look at the floor, you’ll seem shy. If you look at Taehyung, then you’ll seem a bit creepy, you think (even though you honestly would love to get a clearer look at Taehyung, because despite the dim light in the hall, you had been able to tell that he is…blessed in his features). So, you decide to stare at the TV instead, back straight and lips pressed together tightly.

God…you wish you hadn’t come.

“Hey,” Taehyung suddenly says, catching your attention. You look up just in time for him to shove the 2P controller into your lap.

“Oh c’mon!” he says when he sees your shocked looked. “This game is fun, I promise! Let’s just play a few maps!”

“I…ok,” you agree, if only because you still feel bad for intruding, and Taehyung grins happily.

“The analog stick is…kinda touchy in this game, so be careful of that,” he tells you as he exits the race he had paused and backtracks to the main menu, this time choosing the 2-player option.

“I’ve actually played this game before,” you inform him quietly, unable to help the amused grin that overtakes your lips when Taehyung’s face turns dumbfounded.

“You have???”

“I have,” you confirm, your smile unwavering as you choose your car on the selection screen. “And I’m pretty good at it too, so watch your back.”

“Ooooooohh~! I see how it is!” Taehyung teases, picking up his controller and thumbing the analog stick until he’s hovering over the golf cart option on screen. You send him a questionable look, and Taehyung licks his lips, raising his eyebrows challengingly. Your heart jumps at the sight, and you wonder if Taehyung knows that he’s making you sexually flustered at the moment.

“Golf cart is gonna win,” he simply says, picking out a course to play, and you roll your eyes, turning your attention to the screen as the race begins.

Maybe a little too into it, you and Taehyung battle it out, the barriers around your heart seeming to inch open with each line of friendly banter exchanged between you both. You’re not sure what time it is when you finally end up tossing your controller down—frustrated that Taehyung had beaten you 15-14 ONLY because an NPC had nudged you out of first place and into third just seconds before the finish line.

“That’s such bullshit!” you scream, though laughter is bubbling in your throat, and you’ve been smiling for a long while now. “I refuse to accept that!”

“Too bad! I win~!” Taehyung sing-songs, setting his controller down on the carpet and getting up to do some kind of awkward victory dance. You shake your head in disbelief, your laughter fading into desperate wheezes for air, and reach over to smack him.

However, in an embarrassing turn of events, you somehow manage to miss his arm…and smack his ass. Just a little smack! Right on the top, but…it’s enough to have both you and Taehyung immediately freezing in shock.

“You…,” he starts, brown eyes wide. Cheeks erupting with color, you open your mouth to try and explain yourself, but no words come out—because what exactly are you supposed to say?! You hadn’t meant for that to happen…!

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anonymous asked:

So there was a lady who was frustrated by our small selection of car seats because she wanted to use the trade-in event. She was polite and asked if we had anymore in the back. When I recommended she go to our sister store, a baby store, (same event) across the street, she said she couldnt. I feel bad because I thought she was gonna throw some BS at me but she explained she just lost a child... so I helped check the back and elsewhere to find her a good car seat. She was so nice and thankful too

I love the nice and polite customers. They make me want to go out of my way to help them.

-Rodney

anonymous asked:

I've noticed a disturbing anti-vax trend among some pet owners, mostly people in their 50s and 60s. The "logic" is familiar; except instead of autism, they're fixated on cancer. The story usually goes "the dogs never used to get vaccinated for all these things, and they were fine, but now everyone's dog dies of cancer." Do you run into this as well, or do I just need to hang out with different old people?

I’m more likely to run into “My breed of dog is special and extra-sensitive to vaccines” type of people, and as long as they’re willing to do titre testing for distemper, hepatitis and parvo after the third year, I don’t care. They can do titre testing if they’d prefer to do so, we are in a fairly low risk area for those three diseases.

There are several likely reasons why dogs seemed to not get cancers as much in the past:

  • They died younger of infectious diseases that we vaccinate for now
  • Purebred dogs had higher levels of genetic diversity (less overbreeding of specific popular sires with frozen semen technology)
  • Their nutrition has improved, so they live longer
  • They are getting hit by cars less.
  • People have a selective memory

I’m serious about the hit by car point too. My current boss used to see a fractured limb each week from a car-associated injury when he was a young vet. Now we might see six a year. While this is great for the local dogs because it means they’re not getting into traffic accidents as much, it is a little inconvenient when you’re trying to learn orthopedics.

The primary reason for the beliefs you’re encountering is likely folks selectively remembering what they want to remember. The simple fact is that if you’re preventing deaths from one cause, those animals will eventually die of something else.

It’s very telling if these people talk about their ‘old’ dogs who got to the ripe old age of 7 or 10. Meanwhile the dogs getting cancer are 10, 12, 14 or older.

Something kills all of us. Have the debate if you’ve got the energy, but in my experience they don’t want to listen to you anyway.

                    On a cloud, in a cloud, neither can tell the difference— but was it possible to be in or on both at the same time? His smile widens, pearly whites unable to be contained at the thought. “Fuck,” is all he can make out in between laughs. Smoke is fogging up the windows, the two laughing back to back at no real comment, though on the completely same wavelength.  “Silas— this shit is dank,” he praises, holding the blunt in his hand. “Way to ring in the new year, man.” Shaking his head, Silas leans himself into the car seat, unable to wipe the grin off his face. “Appreciate it,” he chuckles, his cheeks growing red— a common side effect for the dealer. He then jumps at the sudden knock on the window, eyes bulging before he lowers it. The fear is apparent between the two, but Silas attempts to keep calm. Though, the inability to control his laughter… will definitely be a challenge. “….This… isn’t what it looks like?” he manages to get out with a goofy grin, eyes blinking to make out the figure as the smoke escapes outside.

Away From Me

Bucky Barnes AU x reader

Summary: Bucky was lost and did not know what to do after a catastrophy hit his life as well as your life.

Y/N: you may know this song by Pearl Jam, “Last Kiss.” Well, if you know the song, you also know what this story is about. If you do not know it, I tell you that this fic is pure angst.

CAUTION! As a said before, this story is angst, angst, angst and more angst. There are mentions of an accident, of death. Just for you to be aware.


Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13

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Another night, a different bar, the fifth drink.

Bucky was lost in his thoughts, sat on the bar counter, staring at his own hands. By now, alcohol had made effect on his mind so, his thoughts were not clear at all. But his memory was intact. What an irony that was, since he was drinking to forget, but his mind did not let him.

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