getting jumped

So I am no longer in charge of Slime, which if you’re not familiar with that story I would get yourself a snack and give it a read because…. it’s long. It’s a long, long saga of slime. Instead, they’re having me do the Saturday morning kids classes. Or rather, they’re continuing to have me do the morning classes because… why train someone else to work with unattended small children when we’ve already broken this one’s spirit? 

And if you were internetting at the same time I was last night, you were probably aware that my girlfriend and I were making friendship bracelets. Which is very cute, but the reason we were doing that was because today I was supposed to teach little kids how to make them. I’d never made one successfully before and the directions were super unhelpful, so she was showing me how. (Well… it’s still pretty stompin’ cute in the context). 

So what I learned last night was that they really are a labor of love because if you tried to sell them at the fair cost of labor, no one would buy it at that price and you really gotta like that person to put in all that work and then give it away for free. 

“Oh, how shall I, a mere child, show the bonds of our unending friendship? I shall develop early stages of carpal tunnel syndrome as a symbol of our platonic love!”

This is a childhood experience that I never had. Ostensibly because I was the crafty person in the school and I had all of two (2) friends and … eh. Eh. It was the 90′s and my homework already resembled a mountain, so… eh. 

Anyhowdy. 

The bracelet that I was supposed to make was a chevron, but it looks more like argyle. Which is a look I dig but I’m mentally preparing dialogue for when someone is upset it doesn’t look like it should.  

There is no way in the squishiest layers of Hell that a four-year old is going to figure out how to make this. I’m 30 and I’m screwing up, so I figure I’ll have a couple of simpler options.  Basically, I would have them braid their colors together and put beads on it. Seems simple, right?

… ha… haha… oh. 

I’m sure that my plan would have potentially worked if there were different circumstances, but here we are… 

I had… no students. 

Until… 

11:45, fifteen minutes before I was meant to close up. And then I had two. Then five. Then seven, nine, ten. As soon as I gave kids instructions to pick out their colors, more would come in. So half the room was bored and waiting for me to start and the other half was spending a lot of time trying to decide which color pink they want. One of them has her arm in a cast. Something wasn’t thought through. 

It is 11:55 when I finally get started. 

“Measure the length from your wrist to your elbow, and then double it.” 

Three adults failed this part. 

“Fold it in half and tie a knot at the top.”

One kid failed this part. 

“Do y’all know how to braid?” A mix of nods and shakes. “Okay, if you know how to braid, go ahead and braid your colors together.”

Three adults failed this part. I had to teach one kid how to braid because his mom refused to show him and eventually just took over herself. None of the parents were willing to help their kids learn, because they insisted that they already knew but clearly did not. I had to teach some of the adults. 

About halfway through this, a kid says “when are we going to make the slime?”

“Slime isn’t until one-o-clock.”

“We thought this was the slime thing.”

How do you get halfway through a friendship braid tutorial and realize that it isn’t slime? Did you think we were going to put it in the slime? Did you think that we were going to dip it in borax and it was going to suddenly be slime somehow? Did you miss the part in the beginning when I said ‘are you here to make friendship bracelets?’ Because I said that to literally everyone that came in through the doors. 

“Okay, now you’re going to put your beads on.” This part they knew how to do. “And when you’re done, you’re going to put a bead over one end and tie a knot around it, then do the same on the other side.”

All of the adults failed this part. 

Around this time, three girls abandoned the craft for their mom to finish in favor of watching whatever mindless children’s entertainment was being played in the baby carriage belonging to a completely different family. So they’ve just left the whole thing to their mother, who is frantically trying to finish because these kids have already learned the age-old art of ‘make someone else do it.’ 

We’re down to seven people and one of the youngest says ‘face painting.’

“The ad said that there’d be face painting.”

“Face painting?”

“FACE PAINTING YAY!”

Suddenly they all want their faces painted. It is 12:25, the class ended 25 minutes ago, I’m supposed to clock out in five minutes, and seven kids are now under the impression that we’re doing face painting. 

“Face painting isn’t until next week. Next week.”

And now… tears. 

The one that brought it up knocked over a bucket of perler beads. The mom is now screaming at her, everyone is upset and I am now ten minutes late to clock out. Some of them are still asking about slime, so now they’re alternating between slime and face painting and the truth is that they want both, but I’m giving them neither and oh man… toddlers are not a pleasant sight when you tell them that they don’t have any choice in the matter. 

They finally figure that the best thing to do is leave, no one is happy, and I’m pretty sure the little one is grounded. 

All of this- all of this

All of this could have been avoided if you’d shown up fifteen minutes later, but sure- Zerg rushing the teacher seems like a way better plan, doesn’t it?

As I am cleaning up the string mess, a line is forming at the door.

“Is this the slime thing?”

“It hasn’t started yet.”

“I’ll wait.” Haha. I’ve played this game. You’ll wait, but you’ll complain to my manager that we made you wait for the event to open before letting you in. 

I finish cleaning up, I get out the door, and the same woman jumps to get into the classroom.

“It doesn’t start until one, ma’am.”

“It said noon!”

“One to three. The event is one til three.”

I know that the color ‘puce’ is hotly contested in terms of it’s actual definition, but her face turned the puciest color I have ever seen. Her son is tugging impatiently at her pant leg. She tells her tiny human that he has to wait longer. 

Haha, don’t care. I’m out, kiddos!

This post is brought to you by Children’s Tears. 

Nightmare on the Full Moon

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,494

Warnings: mentions of werewolf attacks, language, angst (shocker)

Summary by @impala-dreamerWhen the Winchesters found Y/N, covered in blood, fighting for her life to escape a wolf pack, they never knew they’d grow to love her. She fit into their lives perfectly, and quickly captured Dean’s heart. All was well until that one full moon when Y/N’s horrible secret was revealed. Will Dean put her down like the monster she is? Or will his love stop him?

A/N: I just wanna say that @impala-dreamer is like the absolute best when you need an idea for a new fic. Like…Beka is literally the bomb dot com hahah

A/N#2: Unbeta’d, so any and all mistakes are my own! 

**Feedback is greatly appreciated**

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My Best Friend

Hey guys!  Here’s a random one-shot I wrote…  Hope you like it!  BONUS POINTS to anyone who can figure out the song that I loosely based this off of (even though it’s not a song fic)!


“No, listen-  That’s not what I meant!”  Natsu’s voice was a few octaves higher than it normally was; it mixed with the raspiness of his voice and made it sound like a rusted door swinging on its hinge.  He sighed heavily and ran a frustrated hand through his rosy hair, all while Lucy sat curled up in one of his leather arm chairs, Blink 182 playing in the background, turned low by Lucy soon after Natsu had gotten the call.  “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”  Natsu huffed, now standing in front of his window, looking out into the darkness of ten o’clock at night, arms crossed, and brows creased.  

His frustration had gone on for over an hour now, and Lucy felt mildly helpless to the situation, though she wouldn’t even know where to begin if she tried.  Natsu’s girlfriend, she didn’t even know her name, had called.  She was offended by some joke he had made earlier when he introduced her to Gray, and was going off on him for embarrassing her in front of his friend.  Lucy rolled her eyes in thought; Natsu was brash and a little thick when it came to personal boundaries, but she knew that whatever Natsu had said wasn’t meant to be offensive to the girl.

It was supposed to be a typical Friday, Natsu and Lucy were having their movie and hangout night- bad scary movies, popcorn, the whole shebang.  That all was put on hold when his girlfriend called and started screaming at him.  Lucy was honestly perplexed as to why they even started dating, it was more or less out of the blue.  One day Natsu was his normal self, not talking about any girl to anyone, the next day he’s saying he has a girlfriend.  It, quite honestly, shook Lucy up a bit and bothered her that he didn’t tell her.  She hadn’t met her yet because, Natsu had said, he was saving her for last because, ‘Best for last, Luce!’.  If Lucy was being honest with herself, she couldn’t give two shits about meeting the girl if this was the way she was going to treat her best friend.

“Listen-” Natsu desperately tried to get a word in, but it seemed he was cutoff yet again.  He gave her a helpless look and Lucy returned it with a sympathetic shrug.  “Sorry.” He hissed out a whisper to her and Lucy waved off his apology, it wasn’t his fault.  Soon after he had whispered to her, his expression went from mild annoyance, to something like anger.

“It’s Lucy, I told you we hangout every Friday.” He answered the girl’s unheard question, and Lucy shook her head to herself.  Nosy. “She’s my best friend, Emily.”  Ah, Emily.  That was the illusive girlfriend’s name.  Lucy had not met many Emily’s that weren’t batshit crazy.  “Yes, I did tell you!” Lucy admired how Natsu was attempting to keep his emotions in check; he had his head pressed up against his wall, forefinger and thumb resting on the bridge of his nose in annoyance, and his eyes closed tightly while his phone was pressed to his ear.

“I can go…” Lucy got up, clicking her Spotify off, cutting of the song I Miss You which was, in Lucy’s opinion, a damn tragedy.  Natsu met her gaze, pulling himself up, and shook his head adamantly.

“Emily, I’m sorry.  We can talk more about this tomorrow, okay?” Natsu reasoned, shaking his head in annoyance. “See ya.” He replied and clicked the little red phone on his screen.  “Fuck,” He cursed, sitting on his couch, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I’m…  Sorry?”  Lucy offered and Natsu lifted his gaze, laughing lightly.

“It ain’t your fault.  S’ides, I guess I should watch my mouth more.” He sighed and Lucy frowned.  “It was a stupid joke.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m sure you didn’t mean it.” Lucy pointed out and Natsu seemed to relax a bit.  “At the very least I’m sure that it didn’t deserve an hour and twelve minute phone call.” Lucy pouted a bit looking at the cold popcorn that she had made just before the call.

“She’s just…  Sensitive, I guess?” Natsu shrugged and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“That’s pretty damn sensitive,” Lucy stated, getting up to inspect the popcorn.  “How did you two even meet?  It seems like all of a sudden you were dating.  You didn’t even tell me.”  Lucy asked sourly, shooting a glance over her shoulder at him, and he looked at her apologetically.

“She’s in my chem class.  We were just talking a lot this semester, just being friendly, and I dunno…”  Natsu ran a had through his hair again and Lucy frowned.

“It…  Doesn’t really sound like you’re happy…”  Lucy whispered and Natsu avoided her gaze.

“I found out through one of her friends in the class that she really liked me.” He stated, still not meeting her gaze.  She watched him open his mouth, but nothing came out, and she decided not to push it further.  Lucy knew that he was unhappy, it was written all over his face, especially after getting harassed over the phone for so long.  Lucy didn’t know why he would want to put up with something like that.

“Why don’t we watch our movie now, okay?” Lucy suggested, the biggest smile she could muster on her face.  Natsu returned it with his signature toothy grin, and patted the seat next to him on his couch.

“Hell yeah!  Let’s get spooked by shitty jump scares!”  He cheered and Lucy laughed, happy to see that he was coming around to his usual self.

“Great!  I picked out a good one, it’s called Sharknado…”


The week following the ‘phone-call-night’, Lucy had been introduced to Emily.  The girl had barely spoken to her, but the sneer on her face had been apparent that they were not going to be friends, and Lucy was perfectly happy with that.  

“She’s just so…  Ugh!” Lucy griped to Cana and Levy as they sat in Magnolia University’s library café.  “She’s making him so unhappy.”

“She did look like a skank.” Cana agreed and Lucy rolled her eyes though a smirk broke out on Lucy’s lips.

“That’s not what I was getting at, but I’ll take it.” Lucy sighed and let out a small giggle.

“I mean, it’s clear to everyone that he’s not happy.  It’s not like Natsu to just put up with something like that.  This is so opposite of him.” Levy pondered and Lucy threw her hands up, nodding in agreement.

“Exactly!  He doesn’t deserve to be treated like that by someone like her!  He deserves someone-”

“Like you?” Cana teased, sipping her coffee, and making Lucy’s cheeks burn.

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” Lucy stammered and Levy giggled madly.  “I’m just saying, he deserves a lot better than her.”

“So, yeah, you.” Levy joined in the teasing and Lucy placed a look of betrayal on her friend.  “It’s only the truth, Lu!”

“You two are no help.” Lucy pouted and the two girls laughed lightly, giving her sympathetic looks.  “Either way, I don’t want to deal with the crazy bit-”

“Luce!” Natsu’s voice called from the entrance of the café, startling her and causing her to choke on her tea.

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theexitgarden  asked:

Can I request a drabble, pls? :3 I have this hc that when Yuuri and Viktor clean their house together, they always put on some music and at some point Yuuri always grabs Viktor and starts to dance with him, in the middle of their chores.

Saturday; it’s always a ‘clean up’ day at the Katsuki-Nikiforovs’. Out with the dust, no more clatter, vacuum all the floors and carpets, spray and scrub the bathroom and the kitchen spotless. Do the laundry. Do the dishes. Put everything back in order, all the while making sure Makkachin doesn’t get in the way too much. (Don’t lock her in the bathroom, that’s just inhumane.)

They hate Saturdays.

…but they also love Saturdays.

No matter how many chores they have to do, it’s unmistakably their time. No need to hurry anywhere when Makka doses in her corner of the living room as Viktor dusts the shelves and Yuuri puts music on. It’s Yuuri’s turn to choose the songs this week.

When Viktor hears the first notes of Stammi Vicino, he pauses for a moment and smiles to himself. Yuuri always goes for their skating routines.

So predictable. Viktor loves it.

And Yuuri knows. “Keep moving,” he teases with that glint in his eye. He wipes the tiles on the kitchen walls with a wet rag. “The dust won’t clean itself.”

Smartass, Viktor thinks and shakes his head, amused, when Yuuri scoffs - like he knows exactly what’s going through his mind.

They work in comfortable silence, far from each other, sometimes closer, sometimes shoulder-to-shoulder, other times moving around each other like they’re of one mind. Sometimes, one of them hums along to the song; sometimes, their movements become graceful and in tune with the music.

And sometimes—just like this time—they stand next to each other by the kitchen sink, washing and drying the dishes to the rhythm of Viktor’s old, gold-winning junior free skate. Yuuri bumps his hip against Viktor’s and laughs when he’s sprayed with droplets of water in return.

The track changes, and they both freeze when Yuri on ICE starts playing, almost like they’ve forgotten that it’s there, too—almost like they haven’t been waiting for it since the very beginning.

The water is still pouring over the dishes in the sink and Viktor’s hands are wet, but when Yuuri pulls him away from the counter and close to his body, he goes willingly.

Step by step, on they go. Step by step, forward, to the side, back, side again. Yuuri scoops him up into his arms at one point and turns with him several times and Viktor laughs with how carefree he feels; and when he’s on his feet again, he twirls Yuuri as many times as he can, only to dip him on his arm and kiss him soft and long and loving.

The music slows and so do they, swaying in each other’s arms. Yuuri has his face pressed against Viktor’s neck, Viktor smiles at how dark hair tickles his nose. Their hearts beat as one, laughter turns to fond quirks of lips, to temple kisses, to foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling together, noses brushing.

The music picks up softly, and so Viktor takes Yuuri’s hand into his own and leads him in a faster dance, pulling him all over the living room floor, laughing again when Makkachin joins them and tries to get between them. They jump out of the way and step forward, to the side, back, side again, and turn and twirl and try to dip each other at the same time, which only ends with them falling to the floor, gripping their stomachs with one arm and hooting with laughter.

As the final notes sound around the room, they turn their heads towards each other and look into each other’s eyes, beaming. Viktor takes Yuuri’s right hand to his lips and kisses his wedding ring first, then all of his knuckles. Yuuri pulls their hands to himself and mirrors each and every action.

They love Saturdays.

Mourning bride: “I have lost all” (and I’m just a tad bit perturbed that the flower is really reminiscent of Shiro’s color scheme)

For the Flower Exchange HERE, for the wonderful Cilan(tuckersfelix) on twitter…I’ve been raring to do some sad sheith stuff for a while now so thanks for PROMPTING me to PROMPTLY finish this wonderful PROMPT you provided to accompany this IMPROMPTU ok I’ll stop now

But I do hope you enjoy

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BONUSSSss:

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Gosh, that part in Much Ado About Nothing when Beatrice and Benedick read each other’s secret love letters and admit their love is always so cute. But, like, too cute. 

That’s more like it. That’s the response I’d expect of two hyper-critical sarcastic dorks in love.

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this is the most Lance thing i’ve seen, so naturally I ran with it

some people asked for more big 3 and of course i couldn’t refuse :”)

Preview (or more like the color sketch :’D) für @runcharityzine! I’m glad I can help Casey out by taking part, please consider supporting this project all profits go to charity!

Poor Yurio can’t catch a break, even over long distance video calls (Viktor you act oblivious but we all know otherwise)

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tfw you double a quad combination and so you then throw in a quad-double and a triple axel and end up with a season’s best high score 

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Mornings in St. Petersburg 
or alternatively titled: Viktor Nikiforov’s Instagram is A Katsuki Yuuri Appreciation Account

So I know like 90% of the fandom is against black paladin Keith and like for the most part, I’m kinda iffy about it myself. But hear me out. Black paladin Keith… whose right-hand man is Lance. Lance acts as an advisor of sorts, whom Keith trusts, no questions asked. If Shiro isn’t going to listen to Lance, Keith will. Keith already knows Lance is capable and takes the mission seriously (even though he seems to take little else seriously. That’s not to say he isn’t serious, just he copes differently). They have already experienced first hand that working together yields success. And already we can see that when it gets down the nitty gritty, they fall into a harmonious efficiency, despite the air of competitiveness between them. Keith is the drive and the passion and Lance, the patience and positivity. Together they make an unstoppable force. A good team, if you will.