*In this post the word SEX will be replaced by “RAMEN” (for the lolz)
Ok, So no one have been talking about this. Even if whoever I asked said he shared the same reaction as me.JIMIN SPOTIFY PLAYLIST YALL. Almost half (8/19) of it is just about ramen, like all kinds of ramen. Does it mean that he “JOAH? JOAH!” ramen that much? But there is more than just ramen. Let’s look at it together:
Ty Dolla $ign - Never Be The Same: “ Now I done seen a lot of things. Know the trouble the money and fame brings. This time I swear it’s different. I’m in the right place. I know I’m in the right place”
Good news- the small child was perfectly enchanted by her mermaid surprise unlike the first mermaid party I did where the birthday girl wanted to be as FAR AWAY FROM THE MERMAID AS POSSIBLE
they wheeled me out on a desk chair which was pretty hilarious but actually worked a lot better than a Throne of Dads
and then omfg to get me in the pool
they put me in one of those disability chairs that you sit in and it sloooooowly lowers you into the pool
so I just sat in it, princess-waving for a full 5 minutes while I’m majestically lowered into the water. hilarious
Unlike the last party I actually was SWIMMING the whole time! They plopped me right into the deep end and I paddled around with the kids (who had floaties on and were swimming with their parents). Birthday girl was more than happy to show Marina the Mermaid how she can dunk her head in the water and jump off the side into her mom’s arms (she had just turned 4). Super cute.
Inferno Exotic Car Reventador M.V1 CS Series by ADV1WHEELS Via Flickr: ADV.1 Wheels is a global leader of custom forged wheels for high performance and luxury cars. We design, manufacture and market concave wheels for the automotive industry.
Concept wrought from a late night discussion about what would happen if a 7′ knight clad in ebony fell off a boat and into a deep sea fault line where he could hear The Wheels of Lull ticking. This is what happens.
Porsche 991 Turbo S ADV05 M.V2 CS Series by ADV1WHEELS Via Flickr: ADV.1 Wheels is a global leader of custom forged wheels for high performance and luxury cars. We design, manufacture and market concave wheels for the automotive industry.
what are some common expressions around the regions? (example: Hold your horses , jump the shark, clean as a whistle stuff like that ) (thank you) !!!
“Only beaten magikarp become gyarados” (You must go through hardship to get stronger)
“An army of magikarp” (Meaning quality>quantity)
“A couple of zubats short of a cave.” (In Unova this is replaced with swoobat) -S
“Make a tangela out of it” (To twist someone’s words)
“Lead by Jumpluffs” (To mean someone is very spaced out/has no direction)
“Even Teddiursa have claws” (Refering to a Teddiursa’s sweet paws, meaning even kind people can fight back)
“Straighter than a linoone”, related: “Straight as a Zigzagoon”. Meaning “very on topic”, or in the case of the second phrase, very wishy washy. Of course, a lot of non-straight people like to use this phrase.
“An evolving Vigoroth” (Someone who pretends to work hard, but is actually slacking off)
“Big enough for a Wailord” (A phrase often used to describe anything from Unova, basically anything unecessarily big like a building or food.)
“Search for a shiny garchomp” (to mean a situaion where one makes a big deal out of something that makes no difference)
“Another combee in a hive” (One of many)
“A ferrothorn in a furnace” (Someone who’s in deep trouble)
“Don’t make wheels out of whirlipedes” (Don’t try and control something stronger than you)
“Whispered in front of Noibats” (A very obvious secret)
“An Inkay knocked over evolves” (Someone who seems lost/silly might actually have the right idea.)
My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love. My, my, my, my, my, my, Give me love.
Give me love like never before.
I sit on my bed, staring straight at the creme-colored wall of my bedroom opposite of my bed. My eyes have lost the redness and puffiness from crying, the tears now long dried onto the flushed skin of my cheeks.
Every time I see his face flash across my mind, I take a swing of the odd yet effective combination of Vodka, beer, Whiskey, and Rum mixed together into the glass beer bottle. In the other hand, I hold what I think to be my eighth cigarette, and I’m gripping onto both objects as if they were the only things that were keeping me alive.
Come to think of it, they probably are. Every time I think of him, the heavy cloud of emotions that is suspended over me crashes down onto me, threatening to suffocate me under the ruthless, painful memory. The substance of alcohol I hold and a long drag from the nicotine seems to be the only thing that can fix it.
Chapter Summary: Returning back to work, your worried that your relationship with Jensen will change things.
You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
That Monday morning, you were surprised with how nervous you were to be going back to work. After a wonderful evening spent with Jensen, he had gone back to his apartment, promising he would see you bright and early at work tomorrow. But here it was, tomorrow, and you were worried that things would be different. That people would notice the two of you were acting different around each other. And you didn’t want that to happen, you didn’t want your work relationship strained at all.
You were currently sitting in your car, your head on the steering wheel, taking deep breaths and trying to talk yourself into getting out of the car. In and out, you reminded yourself. Just go and do your work. It will be fine. That’s what you kept telling yourself. But when someone slammed their hand on the top of your car, you jumped, a squeal escaping your lips.
“It’s just me silly.” Jeannie said, standing out there, her breath creating a cloud in the air around her. “What’s got you so spooked?”
You slid out of the car, grabbing your bag and looking the car behind you. “Just a little lackluster today.”
Series Summary: Kim Namjoon was no ordinary rising star, he was the star at the very top of the tree of fame. He was a man with a strict schedule, every moment of his life planned out immaculately. Park Jimin was a distant childhood friend in need of his protection - the only problem, he was a rare male omega, and also Namjoon’s mate. Will Namjoon be able to deal with a developing scandal, a career in trouble, and the advances of the mate that he is strictly prohibited from claiming?
Hi BAU-ties! I’m back from the dead with a request fill! This is an angsty team fic requested by anon who wanted “an imagine where you’ve been kidnapped when you were a kid and now you’re an agent on the fbi and the bau has a similar case with yours so Rossi(the one who helped with your case back then)calls you to help out?but the rest of the bau doesn’t know that you have been abducted and they realize it when you show them similar scars as the victim’s on the wrists” Unbeta’d! I hope you all enjoy it!
Warnings: This fic does include some heavy topics such as kidnapping young girls, hostage, death, and more. I tried my best to keep it close to an episode of CM! - xoxo, k
“Good morning, Agent Y/L/N,” your supervisor, Agent Harriman greeted as you walked in, handing you a case file. “You have a call from David Rossi at the BAU waiting on your desk.”
“Alright, thank you, sir! Has he been waiting long?” You asked, hoping Dave wasn’t.
“No, we touched base for a bit and he insisted that he needed to speak with you right away. I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He informed you, heading back to his door.
You scurried over to your desk and picked up the line and warmly answered, “Hey Dave!”
“Y/N,” Rossi began, his tone uncharacteristically somber, “I needed to talk to you, did Harriman hand you the case file I sent?”
“He did.” You responded, nervous and caught off guard. “What’s going on?”
“The BAU-” he paused, “I mean, I need to ask something of you, something I have no right to ask of you but we have no real leads.”
The anxiety you felt turned into full blown nausea as you opened the file, knowing the subject of the contents from the first picture. Current photos of a girl who was mutilated and killed, her wrists scarred just like the ones under your blazer cuffs. You took a shaky breath, “This can’t be right. David, it’s been over twenty years.”