decorate your house

Go on, ask!
These are really random, I don’t know where they came from!
  1. Whats your (full) name?
  2. How old are you?
  3. Whats your Birthday?
  4. What star sign does that make it?
  5. Whats your favorite color?
  6. Whats your lucky number?
  7. Do you have any pets?
  8. Where are you from?
  9. How tall are you?
  10. What shoe size are you?
  11. What was your last dream about?
  12. What would you do if you won the lottery?
  13. Would you like to build/design your own house?
  14. Which form of public transport do you prefer?
  15. What talents do you have?
  16. Can you juggle?
  17. Can you solve a rubix cube?
  18. Do you have a cherished childhood teddy bear?
  19. Are you psychic in any way?
  20. Are you a good actor?
  21. Are you a good writer?
  22. Have you ever been bungee jumping?
  23. Have you ever been canoeing/kayaking?
  24. What types of holidays do you prefer?
  25. Whats the furthest you’ve ever been on vacation?
  26. What was your favorite vacation?
  27. Where would your dream vacation be?
  28. Can you tap dance?
  29. Whats your favorite  animal?
  30. Whats your favorite sport?
  31. Whats your favorite food?
  32. Whats your favorite pizza topping?
  33. Whats your favorite movie?
  34. Whats your favorite song?
  35. Do you want children?
  36. Do you want a church wedding?
  37. Are you religious?
  38. Do you like reality TV programs?
  39. Do you like TV talent shows?
  40. If you could go back in time to change one thing what would it be?
  41. How many hats do you own?
  42. Are you any good at pool?
  43. Whats the highest you’ve ever jumped into the water from?
  44. Have you ever been admitted to hospital?
  45. Have you ever had any brushes with the law?
  46. Have you ever been on TV?
  47. Do you prefer baths or showers?
  48. Do you prefer towel drying, blow drying or natural drying your hair?
  49. What color socks are you wearing?
  50. If you could live anywhere, where would that be?
  51. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
  52. How big is your TV?
  53. What type of music do you like?
  54. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
  55. How many Pillows do you sleep with?
  56. What position do you often sleep in?
  57. What do you wear to bed?
  58. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
  59. What do you typically have for breakfast?
  60. Do you like scary movies?
  61. Whats your favorite ice cream flavor?
  62. Have you ever been in a newspaper?
  63. Have you ever fired a gun?
  64. Have you ever tried archery?
  65. What’s your favorite condiment?
  66. What’s your favorite clean word?
  67. What’s your favorite swear word?
  68. What’s your least favorite word?
  69. What was the last movie you saw?
  70. What football team do you support?
  71. What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep?
  72. What’s the tallest building you’ve ever been up?
  73. Do you have any scars?
  74. When you were younger, what did you want to be when you grew up?
  75. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
  76. What’s the longest you’ve ever grown your hair?
  77. Are you scared of flying?
  78. Have you ever tie-dyed your own clothes?
  79. Are you reliable?
  80. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
  81. If you could ask your future self one question what would it be?
  82. Do you hold grudges?
  83. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature what new animal would you create?
  84. Do you decorate the outside of your house for Christmas?
  85. Can you solve Sudoku puzzles?
  86. Whats the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
  87. Are you much of a daredevil?
  88. Are you a good liar?
  89. How long could you go without talking?
  90. What has been your worst haircut/style?
  91. Can you ice skate?
  92. Can you do a somersault?
  93. Whats your favorite joke?
  94. Have you ever sleepwalked?
  95. Whats your favorite TV commercial?
  96. What traditionally adorns the top of your Christmas tree?
  97. What would be your dream sandwich?
  98. Can you impersonate anyone famous?
  99. Can you do any accents other than your own?
  100. Do you have a strong local accent?
  101. Do you prefer blue or black inked pens?
  102. When was the last time you had to dress fancy?
  103. Do you prefer green or red grapes?
  104. How do you have your eggs?
  105. Whats your favorite saying?
  106. Can you stand on your hands unassisted?
  107. What do you have on your fridge door?
  108. Who was the last person to knock/ring at your door?
  109. What is one thing you wish you could tell your younger self?
  110. What is your dream?

‘Parks and Recreation’: Leslie Knope Writes Letter to America Following Donald Trump’s Victory

Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.

When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.

I think you know where this is going.

Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”

After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.

“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”

She nodded.

“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.

“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”

Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex.

Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance.  And here’s what I stand on that:

No. I do not accept it.

I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.

And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.

He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.

Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,

Leslie

  • AT LEAST 3 different mullets, including: the 80s mullet, the redneck mullet, and the probably unintentional mullet!
  • Fun sunglasses! Sunglasses for your face, the top of your head, and the back of your head!
  • Lots with business in the front, and party in the back!
  • Portraits of Billy Ray AND John Stamos to decorate your sims’ houses with!
  • 80s music channel for radios! Who likes hair metal?!
  • Sketchy mustache to go with your hairstyle!
  • Hair salons where you can get the latest and greatest, or even the worst fashions!
  • Special accessories like the rat tail!
Forgive or Forget III

Forgive or Forget III
[Mutually putting forth and effort. Simon D & Christian]

◇ Forgive or Forget I  ◇ Forgive or Forget II

You shuffled around with your paperwork on your desk, trying to gather the new contract for your last client of the day. On one end you liked being able to leave work early for a meeting, on the other end sometimes these new client meetings could last longer than your actual shift. But anything to solidify a new partnership.

Looking at your watch you groaned. If you could wrap up this meeting in about an hour then you’d have plenty of time to stop at the grocery store and pick up Kiseok’s favorites for dinner.

But something told you that this client was going to be a pain in the ass. He already had so many demands, one of which being that you had to meet him at his restaurant of choice.

Walking out of your building, you hailed a taxi and gave Kiseok another call just to check in, to your surprise he actually answered.

“Kiseok!” you grinned brightly. “I missed you”

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I just got it in my head that Lyall Lupin was Jewish, and my entire life just changed?

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really like your writing :)!!!! Could you maybe do one about the bts boys celebrating your birthday? (Like would they surprise you or what) thank you!! Good luck with your writing!

Seokjin: Jin would go all out for your birthday. He’d bake your favourite cake and decorate the house with your favourite coloured ribbons. He would get you everything that you asked for and even more. 

“Happy birthday Jagiya” “I love you”

Yoongi: Yoongi wouldn’t make it that big of a deal, of course, he’d celebrate with you, just not extensively. He would take you to a nice restaurant for dinner and get you a necklace that he claimed suited you perfectly.

“It suits you” “Want me to put it on you?”

Hoseok: Hoseok would spoil you on your birthday. He’d make you lay in bed all day while he did the things that needed to be done. He would get you a cake and a nice bracelet that you wanted.

“No, don’t get up.” “Here, I got you the bracelet you wanted”

Namjoon: Namjoon would remember back to when you said you wanted a certain rind and hunt for it in every shop possible. When he found it and brought it home, he would hide it in a place where you would accidentally find it.

You “Hey babe what’s this?”

“It’s your birthday present” “Do you like it? I looked everywhere for it”

Jimin: Jimin would surprise you in the morning with breakfast in bed, and then he would take you to lunch at your favourite place and give you your present.

“Good morning and happy birthday, love” 

Taehyung: Taehyung would wake you up in the morning so he could give you your present. He would excitedly lead you out to the living room where a small black teddy bear puppy was sitting on the couch.

“Happy Birthday, Jagi” “His name is Porter”

Jungkook: Jungkook would get everyone involved. He would make the boys decorate the dorm and have Jin bake a cake for you. He would sneak into your house while you were sleeping and leave your present on the counter with a note that told you to come to the dorms when you woke up.

~Kat~
Winter Witchcraft

❄ Gather pine cones

❄ Collect feathers from winter fowl. Do not collect feathers if you live in the     US!

❄ Collect snow and melt it. Charge the water under the December full moon to     create a powerful snow water to use in your winter spells. Use snow water to     protect your house and hearth, to charge your magick tools, and to purify         your amulets. Snow water possesses healing powers.

❄ Have a winter bonfire to celebrate winter solstice.

❄ Set yourself goals for the new year.

❄ Take a walk under the full moon when the snow is reflecting its light. This is        a time for reflection and visions. Record you experience and any important        thoughts or visions you receive. 

❄Stand outside in a blizzard and feel your energy restoring. 

❄  Brew yourself a cider. Add herbs and fruits with certain correspondences for      December such as joy, peace, family happiness, etc.

❄ December is a time for reflection of the passing year.

❄ Do Yule baking and incorporate kitchen witchcraft. 

❄ Weave a wreath with holly and plants that correspond with protection and         yule.

❄ Burn incense of cinnamon, patchouli, frankincense, orange, and myrrh.  

❄ December is a time for hearth and home magick.

❄ Burn candles throughout your home to invite positive energies, coziness,           and peace. 

❄ Collect evergreen, holly, cedar and pine clippings.

❄ Forage for rose hips.

❄ Tie up any loose ends you have in your life.

❄ Finish this years grimoire and add any last minute touch ups.

❄ Collect dried leaves. Define their properties and put them in your herbal             grimoire.

❄ Brew yourself new tea combinations to start off the new year with.

❄ Make witch balls and other magickal decorations to hang on your yule tree       and decorate your house with. 

❄ Make winter solstice lanterns.

❄ Throw a sprig of holly into a yule fire to burn away your troubles from the            past year.  A large amount or if thrown into an indoor fireplace may be      poisonous, use with caution!  

❄ Make a yule log. 

❄  Throw a ritual or celebration to welcome back the sun.

❄  Use elements from nature to decorate your home.

❄  At the end of the month do a deep house cleansing to remove all negative        energy and to give the new year a fresh start. 

Have a happy Yule! 

==Moonlight Mystics==

🐣🌺🍃 Beltane 🍃🌺🐣

At the beginning of summer there is a Sabbat. This Sabbat is called Beltane. It celebrates the Sun God Bel’s coronation feast and new life. It marks the time when trees, grass, and flowers are coming out of their long, winter hibernation and beginning to grow again. It marks the beginning of summer. Beltane means “Fire of Bel”. Beltane is celebrated the night of April 30 and May 1.

It is a time to celebrate the fertility of Mother Earth. It is about new life, fire, passion, and rebirth. Beltane starts on the night of April 30 with a huge bonfire. Having a bonfire or any type of fire is an important symbol of Beltane because it is one of the four fire festivals. At the bonfire there is a lot of music, dancing, and magic. The fire burns until morning.

In the morning you go out and gather flowers and sticks to decorate your house with. Females also braid flowers in their hair. Men and women decorate their bodies with Beltane symbols. In the morning there is also a maypole ritual where there is more dancing, music, and magic. The maypole is a giant pole placed in the ground with brightly colored ribbons attached. People would each grab a ribbon and dance around the pole. Men going one direction and women going the other. Once the pole has all the ribbons weaved together it symbolizes Mother Earths womb. Then people would go their own ways to build their own altar in honor of the god Bel, the Goddess, the Faes, and Mother Earth.

Later everyone comes back to feast. Types of food that are at the feast are dairy foods, oatmeal cakes/cookies with a little bit of honey for an added sweetness, cereal, fruits, and breads.

Lots of love, Myhiddenworldblog 🦋🐚
Late Drunk Night Encounters

Word Count: 632

A/M: This is a complete shit show and super rushed but I just had to write it. It was inspired by this audio post, and this anon ask (thanks anon). And okay if you’re new here I want to be drunk with both Harry and Niall so bad, so this is an idea I’ve had in the back of my mind, and I’m definitely revisiting again at some point for sure. Either way, hope you still like it, tell me if you do Xx
Also if you like reading things, I’m working on a series of stories inspired by the songs on Harry’s album. Check it out ;) 

H.S Album Series Masterlist | Ask


You opened your eyes to hear the specified ringtone coming from your cell phone. You didn’t even need to look at it to know who was at the other end of the call. You thought for a second to ignore it, but in a sleepy daze  you decided to pick up the phone just so the ringing could end. 

“What do you want Harry?”

“HIIII” he said from the other end. 

You rolled your eyes and knew he was drunk calling you. You just hung up hoping he would leave you alone to sleep but you heard the phone ring again. 

You let out a frustrated sigh as you picked up the phone again, “Why did you hang up on me?” He said in almost a tired and whiny tone in his voice. 

You sighed, “Because it’s 3 in the fucking morning, I’m sleeping and you are drunk.”

You heard a drunken chuckle through the phone which you already knew would contradict his next words, “I’m not drunk” which was followed by more chuckles, “Okay, maybe, maybe I’ve had a few beverages.”

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Boy Next Door - Derek Hale

Relationship: Derek x Reader 

Request: @julieanncupcake said: can you do derek hale imagine where him and the reader are neighbors (and they secretly like each other) but they will do favors for each other like mow the other persons lawn or bake cookies/cook dinner for the other person and its really fluffy?

A/N: This was such a cute idea! I had so much fun writing this. It was one of my favorite requests by far!

Word Count: 1782

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It was mid-Summer when you moved into the modern home neighborhood. You went home searching with your best friend earlier in the season, once the lease on your apartment was up. After looking at other, more luxurious apartments, condos, cozy homes, and just about every other place you could live you finally found the perfect one. 

Your closest friends and some of your family helped you pack up the U-Haul, and unload once you arrived at your new home. The building was beautiful. A balance of gray stone and brick sculpted the outside. The garage and roof were both tan, complimenting one another. The front door was solid black stained wood and the grass was perfectly green. 

The home was not something someone your age could usually afford. Most people were living in an apartment or sharing a home with several other roommates. All of that hard work and dedication was finally paying off. 

Your dream as a little girl and teenager had always been to decorate your own house the way you wanted. When you were eight, you dreamed of the walls being purple, with pink furniture and sparkly decor. When you were twelve, you had seriously pondered the thought of hanging your favorite musician’s posters in every room. Finally, a year or so before moving into the nice home, you had settled on exactly how it would be decorated. 

You spent several days decorating the home. You had previously purchased all of the decors to save time so that you could settle into your new home and start at your new job a little bit more smoothly. It was perfect, your dream was finally coming true. You were living on your own, and financially stable. 

Once you had decorated the inside of your new home, and added outdoor furniture to the patio leading to your good sized backyard, you made your way across the street to introduce yourself to your new neighbors. The two houses on either side of you were for sell, being that the neighborhood was fairly new. Out of the seven houses that had been built so far, only four had been moved into. 

You introduced yourself to the elderly lady that lived diagonally to the left of you. She was sweet, and welcomed you to the area, saying how wonderful it was to live there. You thanked her and walked to the next home, which was straight across from yours. 

A woman around your age answered the door with a smile, greeting you before calling a man from within the house. Her husband, she introduced him as. They were lovely and mentioned that you could come over for wine anytime. You simply thanked them and continued your adventure onto the last house. 

You knocked on the similar wooden door to the rest and waited for a few moments, hoping that they were home so that you could be done with introducing yourself. Meeting new people wasn’t always your thing. You could see the top of a head through the glass towards the top of the door, and it slowly peered open. 

A man who seemed to be around your age toward above you, his fame broad and muscular. He had almost black hair, and stubble lined his sharp jaw. Your eyes met his green ones. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out to him, in hopes that he would shake it and not slam the door in your face. He was intimidating, being that he was so tall, and could obviously clear anything in his path. “I just moved in across the street. I just wanted to introduce myself.”

“Derek.” Thankfully, his hand met yours, gripping it firmly and shaking it. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” He smiled down at you and loosened his grip on you. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Derek.”

“You too.” He flashed another pearly white smile and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Well, I should get going. My family’s coming over for dinner.” 

Derek nodded politely, saying goodbye and shutting the door once you’d turned your back to walk home. 

You pondered the thought of the boy next door as you chopped up veggies for the dinner you were making. He was definitely good looking, as well as charming. But, you hadn’t properly gotten to know him yet so you couldn’t judge him too much. 

A couple of weeks had gone by, and you still had some things you hadn’t bought for your home. For example- a lawn mower. It was towards the end of July and the heat was blazing, however, it had been raining an abnormal amount the previous months. This meant that the grass was growing like crazy, and you had no way to get rid of it. 

You woke up one day and peered out of your bedroom window at the small neighborhood, including your awfully long grass that looked terrible compared to the rest of the lawns. But, the grass wasn’t long anymore. 

There he stood, pushing a lawn mower throughout your front yard. The blades of grass flew every which way as he grazed over them. He sported black basketball shorts and a tank top. You could see the sweat dripping down his toned biceps as he turned slightly pink in the sun’s heat. 

You quickly threw on a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt, brushing your teeth and combing through your hair. Trying to catch him before he was done, you quickly walked towards the front door, pulling it open and drawing his attention to you. He turned the mower off, pulling out one of the earbuds that were previously in his ear. 

“Derek. What are you doing?” 

You couldn’t help but scold yourself for asking such a stupid question. It’s pretty obvious Y/N, he’s mowing your lawn.

“Oh hey Y/N, I’m mowing your lawn. I was out doing some work and noticed your grass was getting a bit long, so I decided I’d do a pretty girl a favor.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at his referral to you. Trying not to make it obvious that you were flustered, you nodded and pulled the door shut behind you, walking to the edge of the sidewalk. 

“Well thank you. I haven’t been able to pick up a lawn mower yet, so I had no way of taming this insane grass. I really appreciate it.” 

“No problem. You don’t mind if I go around back to mow back there too, do you?” 

“Oh no, not at all. Would you like something to drink? I can grab you a bottle of water if you’d like.” 

He gave you a soft grin, twirling the cord of the earbuds around his fingers. “Please.” 

Turning around and heading back into the house, the chill of the AC made you shudder. You picked up a bottle from the fridge and traced your steps back out to where your new neighbor stood. 

He turned around once he heard the door open again, taking the bottle from you and politely thanking you. Excusing yourself with the fact that you had work to catch up on, you tracked back into the home. 

You had to thank Derek with more than words. You contemplated the question for a moment, finally deciding on baking him cookies. You brought out your mom’s old chocolate chip cookie recipe, whom she’d gotten from her mom, and so on and so forth. 

You brought out all of the ingredients, preheating the stainless steel oven to the needed degree. You mixed all of the factors, rolling the dough into small spheres and placing them evenly on a baking sheet. After putting them in the oven and letting them bake, you gathered them up in a plastic container. 

A little bit over an hour had passed now, and you decided to deliver the baked goods to Derek. You knocked on his door, just like you had the night you met. The door opened faster than it had that night. 

Derek stood tall, as always. His cheeks were slightly pink from being in the sun earlier on in the day. 

“Hey, I made you cookies. To thank you for mowing my lawn.” 

He chuckled, taking the container from you once you’d offered it. 

“Well thank you.” It was your turn to chuckle as he repeated your exact words from your previous conversation.

“No problem.” You paused for a moment, contemplating if you should add the next part. “Would you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?” 

He paused for a moment. “I would love to come over for dinner tomorrow night. That is if we classify it as a date.” 

“It’s a date.” You obliged, smiling softly at him. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N.”

“See ‘ya, Derek.” 

You turned away from the door and he shut it, just like the night a few days earlier. You started your walk back across the street, this time with a little bit more pep in your step. 

Maybe Derek was more than just the boy next door. 

Routine Part Three (Lin x Reader)

“I’m not sure if you guys are ready for this. Heck, I don’t know if I’m ready for it and I wrote it. 

Prompt List//Request Something//Mobile Masterlist

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Four)

requested: YES OH MY GOODNESS I DID NOT EXPECT Y’ALL TO LIKE IT THAT MUCH

Summary: Reader and Lin are stuck, so they opt for a new place to write. Once in the new place, they tell each other stories in hopes of inspiration striking. 

Prompts used:

77) You talk way too much.

78) You don’t talk enough.

120) Tell me a story.

Warnings: military family, mentions of bullying, mentions of death, mentions of miscarriages, swearing

Words: 2229

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“Nothing is making ANY SENSE!!” Lin screams as he slides further into your bean bag chair allowing it to swallow him whole.  “Also, just so you know, this chair is damn comfortable. I’m definitely stealing it when this thing is over.”

“Don’t you dare!” You chuckle and throw a pillow at his head, hitting him straight in the temple. “That is my favorite chair.”

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Heist
  •     pairing: taehyung | reader
  •     genre/rating: conman! Taehyung, rated M for rough-ish sex, mild language and implied crime/blood/murder
  • ∘    word count: 4,148

He’s a criminal. You’re in love. How far will you go for him?

“I’ll be back by five.” 

Taehyung pulled you close, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled, but the smile quickly disappeared as soon as he left. You heard the door shut. 

He’s off to go do it again.

Taehyung may be the love of your life, but he was also a grade A conman. He had a whole gig going- the team, the plans.. and it happened all too often. 

Sure, you loved the money. He bought you designer clothes, exclusive concert tickets and expensive, delicious meals. What you didn’t love was the constant moving, the fake ids, the nights waking up at 3am panicking because you weren’t sure if he had pulled it off and was safe. 

He out stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars every day. Not only that, but he would come home frustrated at times, either not wanting to do anything or coming on a little too.. how could you put it? Rough but emotionless.

Rough sex with Tae was by far the hottest thing ever, but not when he had something else on his mind. He just didn’t seem into it at times and it saddened you. All you wanted was to make him happy.. 

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Stefan x Reader

Requested by Anon


“So, you’re alone for Christmas?” Stefan asked as everyone finished saying goodbye and headed off to their families.


“Yeah but I don’t mind.” You smiled as he walked you to your car.

“You never know Santa might come early.” Stefan chuckled as he slammed the door, watching you drive off before heading to home.

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Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.I think you know where this is going.Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”She nodded.“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex. Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance.  And here’s what I stand on that:No. I do not accept it.I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,Leslie

‘Parks and Recreation’: Leslie Knope Writes Letter to America Following Donald Trump’s Victory

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