caught process

"I can't"

Ok, so this is entirely @girlonabridge’s thought (she calls herself a brain dead musical troll - just got in from tonight’s performance) but anyway.

What *if* Elinor is driving the car; whether accidentally or otherwise Serena ends up in her trajectory, Jason pushes her out of the way, getting caught in the process. Elinor (as I hypothesised earlier) has a brain haemorrhage for whatever reason, etc etc.

But when it comes to it, the “I can’t” is Serena standing outside ICU being meant to go and visit her (maybe Elinor has just woken up) and she’s actually too fucking furious and it’s *that* emotion that the tears are coming from. Elinor, her daughter, has hurt Jason, (and there’s displaced guilt at herself as previously discussed) her darling, vulnerable nephew who has been doing so well, has been developing his own unique potential…

(Hence her rage when Jasmine fucks up.)

With that reading, chances are Elinor does survive. There’s one hell of a relationship to rebuild. It plays a beautiful balance with Indefensible. AND it turns the disgusting “kill the wife so the mother and daughter can reunite” trope of LTiH so far on it’s head that it’s up its own arse. Nobody dies. Relationships have to be worked on, and we get to see CR do some bloody amazing acting, whilst Bernie has to be the strong supportive BMAM for Serena.

I’d call that a win, wouldn’t you???


✨WARNING LONG AF but kinda entertaining✨

Aight so I’m lifting around in a mall have a grand time, I’ve already got like 10 makeup things in my bag from other stores when I see Sephora in the distance and I’m like hey! I’ve never lifted from there damn let’s take a look 👀👀

So that’s my first fuckijg mistake, I meant to go scope out the store but there where way 2 many people to scope cams out properly w/o looking like a sus bitch so i just start browsing their merch to see what I want 2 lift for next time. Saddest thing is this was like the end of my lifting trip and I was going to come back for Sephora….tears r shed…. >

But!! The Becca skin perfecting illuminator tempted my gullible ass and I just grabbed one, popped off the rfid and slipped it in my bag at like an empty aisle. I saw a dude browsing like the back sections and I was hmm…he don’t belong here….LP?? Mm maybe idk lol and I kept browsing bc appearantly my dumb ass knows no fear

Just casually browsing, I lift a YSL lip gloss by slipping it up my sweater sleeve I go yeah ok this is a good time to go, I make it for the exit and its like Oh Hell No. There’s a SA standing there handing out perfume samples. I’m like :^) but sometimes ya just gotta persevere so I walked out when she was busy showing the samples to this group. I’m like phew I’m all g when I hear “sorry can I just check ur bag :) :)” and I fucking 😒😒😒 ohhhh fuck bitch u just Fucked Upp.

And bc was hella outta my game I complied?? I knew if I asked her if she had the right to search she’ll fucking kno I was lifting and if they actually did search my entire bag contents they’ll find So Much Shit so I was like fuck damn ok. So I was all haha sure, opened my bag a bit so she can see the Becca skin perfector sticking out and she was all do u have a receipt :) :))) and I’m like hahah!! No…😂😂…

SA tells me 2 come back with her and this group of people she was givin samples to r looking at me like 😟😠😠 and I’m just.soz…just ur local thief passin thru haha… She calls over the LP guy guess who he fucking is, he’s like lol u fucked up like he literally said that and inside I’m like look here u fat drake Lookin snitch have some fucking manners but outside I’m 😢😢I’m really sorry!!!

Ok so this is the part of the story where it’s like wtf?? R u blessed by God??? Bc he was like is this the only thing in ur bag? And I’m like yeah!! It is I’m so sorry 😥😥 he’s like u kno I can empty ur entire bag and I keep pushing like no it’s the only thing!! I’m So SORRY!!!!, keeping up the “sheltered school girl who was tempted to commit evil, but is just a sweet angel inside” act 😇😂😂. So I’m led to the back room to see the manager and she’s like ugh what did you steal to me, and he’s like oh, just this and handed her the illuminator and I’m like 😮!!!Fat drake u saved my life??!! Bc the manager kept saying I can search ur entire bag, and he’s just nah that’s all she got 🙏🙏🙏 bless u fat drake.

All the while I’m acting worried as hell and like scared at what’s happening, she tells me usually they call police even if u steal just 1 thing, and she shows me the security cam snaps and these fuckin like mugshots of caught lifters stuck to the back of the door w things like “fined” or “banned for 2 years” written on em like damn don’t Fuck w Sephora u guys they r some Hard Shit…..Anyways she scans my ID and tells me I’m banned for 3 months, and keeps saying how fucking lucky I am to get let go. I think it’s probs bc I showed so much remorse and appeared 2 b a first time lifter 🌞🌞🌞

Anyways so my sad Becca illuminator-less ass goes home and sleeps soundly knowing I look fucking poppin w the YSL lip gloss 😇 💅💅

If ya got any questions abt getting caught at Sephora hit me tf up


‘Everything we experience, all the ups and downs of our life, is fundamentally encapsulated in the word samsara. Samsara is a wheel that is endlessly spinning. We think that life progresses in a straight line pointed in the direction of improvement, but in fact, we’re in a circle of illusion that keeps is ending up just where we started. Karma, the action of cause and effect, is what keeps us here. No matter who we are, we’re caught in this process.

Samsara always has to have the last word. We need one more thing to make us happy. One thing leads to the next, perpetuated by our desire to have final satisfaction. But the next experience feels uneasy, and we still need one more thing. We need to eat, then we need to listen to music, then we need to watch a movie, then we need to relax in a bath. The desire to feel satisfied is a continual process that drives our lives, and the end result is suffering. Samsara is not a sin; it’s just what ends up happening when we’re driven by negative emotions. What ends up happening is called suffering. From the perspective of the Buddha, we keep ourselves on this wheel lifetime after lifetime.’

- Sakyong Mipham, Turning the Mind into an Ally.

Teddy flicked his wand, putting a book back into place and pulling out another one in the process. He caught it in his hand before he fell to the floor, and turned, blinking in surprise. “Sorry. Didn’t see anyone there.” Smiling a bit, he tilted his head. “Can I help you with something?”


Romero had missed Venice, it had been years since he’d come back to the city in which he’d been born but that didn’t mean he had forgotten it. Some of his best memories had been here and deciding he needed a break from New York City and that particular life he had found himself hoping on a plane and heading back to the place he’d always call home. He wasn’t sure how long he planned to be here, hell he rarely planned anything in life and right now he’d just been enjoying his time there. The wine, the food, the culture and the rather nice looking men that came along with it all.

Currently in his favorite little bar, tucked away in a back street that only a few knew about. It was a little exclusive, not by membership or anything like that but it was often seen as the kind of place you went if you wanted to do something or someone and not get caught in the process. After all, who didn’t want to indulge in a little bit of sin on the side? So there was Romero, currently wearing a pair of tight fitted dark jeans and a tight black shirt with the first few buttons undone. Finishing off a glass of wine, leaning against the bar when his eyes caught an interesting sight indeed. Seemingly not all that noticeable at first - just a guy in the corner wearing a baseball cap and being seemingly as quiet as possible. But Romero could see looking a little closer he was rather handsome and didn’t look from around here..

How interesting.

So taking the last swig of his wine, he placed the glass down and sauntered over to the man in question. Leaning over his shoulder a little bit, eyes catching and a smirk on his lips. “You’re quite the sight here. Definitely not from these parts, trying to hide away yet a baseball cap and hunched shoulders can’t hide that handsome face” He hummed, head tilted and eyebrow raised playfully. “So, what’s your story. Hm?” 


March 1946: Marcel Petiot speaking at his murder trial. Petiot was a french serial killer who operated during the second world war, the majority of his victims being vulnerable jewish citizens who he lured in by offering them safe passage from France to Argentina or somewhere else in South America. He would explain to his victims that the South American government required inoculations and would then inject his victims with a lethal dose of cyanide he claimed was a vaccination.

Dr. Petiot would dispose of the bodies by burning them or dissolving them in quick lime, however in one instance he was caught in the process of disposing of the bodies, with the police discovering enough body parts for at least 10 complete bodies.

It is thought that Petiot is guilty of at least 27 murders, although the actual figure may be closer to 60. Petiot would eventually be executed by guillotine on the 25th of May 1946.

Lingering Touches. . .Jikook?

I was just watching the fancams and everyone else seemed friendly/brotherly with their touches and Jungkook seemed rather unbothered or reactive, but when it comes to Jimin, we have a rather awkward atmosphere, for instance(s).

*Caught in the process of(intimately) grabbing Jungkook’s waist, but Jungkook doesn’t notice the person, despite his continuous efforts of remaining stoic and his hand is lingering on Jimin for a sec*

*Is still touching Jimin, and Jimin know’s what’s up*

I mean Jungkook don’t be like that, don’t you see the boy wants some(all) of your attention??

Jimin: *Sneaks up on Kookie*

Jimin:*Calling Jungkook, lowkey jealous*

Jungkook: *Too busy interacting with Ken*

Jimin: *Steadily calling Jungkook*

Jungkook: *Still talking to Ken…*

Jimin: *Kookie?*

Kookie: *Ohhh, what’s that?*

Jimin: *Kookie?*

Kookie: *Too busy looking at whatever Namjoon is showing him*

Jimin: *Kookie look at this.*

Kookie: *Eh?*

Jimin: *You see Kookie, “I love you, do you love me?”*

Jungkook: *Responds with his body*

Jimin: *Turns whole chair around because, “cease every fucking opportunity presented” and returns cupid hearts*


Kookie: *sighs, “Not here hyung, just chill out a bit”*

Jimin: *Kookie let me show you the world*

Jimin: “You see kookie?”

Jungkook: *Stoic*

LMFAO, Idk guys I just think Jungkook is lowkey spoiling the hell out of Jimin behind cam because…

He’s so clingy, I mean he’s always been but it’s slightly secretive now, and he can’t get enough of Jungkook, obviously.

Earned your stripes(requested)Swazz imagine

Growing up my opinion on my body was like a rollercoaster; some days I loved and flaunted it like there was no tomorrow. While other days I’d look in the mirror and think “Ew” or “the scale must be jacked” but overall I didn’t really mind, until college that is. Since my freshman year of college was the most hectic thing I’ve ever had to deal with in my life, I did not really have much time to stance in front of a stove and whip up a five star meal. Oh no no no, it was In – and – Out, chick – fil - a, Carl’s Jr and many other fast food restaurants along with countless microwave meals for lunch and dinner. I was lucky enough I had the time and money to spare to make myself breakfast. Although, some days I settled for I hop or just a simple granola bar.
Now it looks like all those processed meals caught up with me and settled in the form of pounds. At first I was a little down because it started to interfere with my lifestyle; I had donated at least half of my closet because my size… well… just wasn’t cutting it so I decided to cut the crap and slouching about it and hit the gym. I’m actually glad that I picked myself up and signed up for a membership at the local gym a few months ago because that’s where I met my boyfriend, John. After admitting that I clearly didn’t know what I was doing or where to start so offered to be my personal trainer after we started conversing while simultaneously running on treadmills. We’ve never been happier and have been going for 10 months strong!!
Unfortunately, I’ve been self-conscious lately. Not because of the weight, 26 pounds might I add, that I had lost but the stretch marks that had appeared afterwards. John assuring me that it was completely normal and is nothing I should be stressing over but I couldn’t help it. I thought that by losing weight was supposed to make me feel good! Confident! But I don’t feel any better, if not worst.
“babe! Are you upstairs?!” I heard my boyfriend yell through our shared apartment.
sighing I got up, hating to yell throughout the home and made my way towards the living room. “what’s up?” I asked plopping down besides his resting place on the couch. He stayed silent while simply handing me the laptop, which I forgot to shut off. “John, babe please don’t start” I pleaded. “don’t start? y/n I love you and I told you countless times that your body knows you better than you think you do! It knows what to do and they will go away eventually” he stayed calm, which was a good idea might I add, obviously trying to avoid an argument. You see earlier I was searching home remedies, medication, doctors, anything I could find to get rid of these stupid, stubborn stretch marks that refused to go away after 8 months. “John you just don’t understand” “I know I may not understand physically or even mentally but that doesn’t mean that I can’t try to baby. But I need you to understand what I am trying to say, what I’ve been trying to say for the past few months, you are B E A U T I F U L” he calmly expressed, stretching the word as if he was speaking to a child. “Those stretch marks are just simple reminders that show how hard you’ve worked on your body, reminders that you are a strong person and that whatever you set your mind to, you get done” this boy, no, this man is the most kind hearted person on this planet I swear. “bab-“ “No y/n” he cut me off “I’m not done. Do you think if every female, every male had the perfect ten out of ten body that we would be interesting? The various shapes, curves, skin tones, voices, features and things as simple as a damn shoe size makes us different from the person besides us. They will never in their life, no matter how many surgeries they plan, will look exactly as unique as you do and that is what makes your body perfect. No one will ever be exactly like you, not even if you had a twin, you both will be different people” At this point tears were streaming down my cheeks and my hands were interlocked with his. “I love you y/n and no one will ever replace you. I don’t care about your stretch marks at all! They are actually kinda cute. Like little stripes. You’ve earned your tiger stripes after all that hard work lil ma” I got a kiss on the top of my head before John pulled me into a tight hug. I swear that after that speech I don’t think that I will ever question my body ever again. Because I’ve earned my stripes.(a few days later you get the tattoo attached with this imagine)

I’d just like to say to anyone struggling with overweight, body image problems or anything of that sort that YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL you are completely fine and I encourage you to continue or start working on that body of yours (because overweight may cause health problems and we don’t want that!). If you do plan on working out you don’t have to go completely ham! start off slow like jogging every other day, take baby steps!
remember, you are just simply enhancing your beauty! I love you and don’t listen to any negativity that you might receive. If anyone needs anyone to talk to my inbox is always open and checked daily


Pearlapis Bomb Day 3: KISSING  (the day the Pearlapis fandom has been patiently waiting for)

Exactly what it says on the tin.  Bonus dorks getting caught in the act.

Process:  Stared at my screen for an hour going “how the fuck do I draw kissing omg”  Then proceeded to draw and my face is STILL red from drawing these.


Episode VIII getting weird according to fans
  • Luke: You must feel the force around you, Rey. Between the life in the sea, the rock, the wind ... and ...
  • R2D2: Beepboopbeep! (Motions behind)
  • Kylo Ren: *Sweeps a shocked Rey off her feet bridal style. But is caught in the process*
  • Kylo and Rey: *Deer in the Headlights*
  • Luke: ...
  • R2: ...
  • Kylo: I called Dibs! *Begins stumbling down a mile's worth of steps in heavy robes.*
  • Luke and R2: *Looking down* What's the plan, Ben?!
  • Rey: *Extremely Annoyed* Yeah, what's the plan, Ben?!