girls-on-trampolines

Hi! Girl from the trampoline park cafe again.

Again backstory/information:

So during school term times, between 4-6pm we run an offer called ‘Jump n’ Dine’ which basically means if you book an hour slot between 4-6pm, you pay the £10 for an hours jump and you get a ticket for a free kids meal. It’s insanely popular, and there’s a massive poster outside advertising it. (Keep this poster in mind, it’s important.)

The system works like this right:
1. Walk into the park and go to the reception where after you pay for your jump you will be handed a colour coded poker chip.
2. Go over to the briefing area where you will watch a health and safety video. After the video you will swap out your poker chip for the matching coloured wrist band.
3. Off you pop onto the trampolines.

Now it’s not uncommon for some parents to come up to the counter on a weekend or before the offer times on a weekday and ask about the free kids meal and usually about 95% of them are really understanding when we tell them that the offer isn’t running yet.

But. There’s always that one mofo that kicks off…

So, a hella busy Saturday. It’s about peak time (2-4pm) and I am just about ready to clock off when a woman and her friend comes up to the counter. The woman slams her poker chip down on the counter and says “Give me that free kids meal,”
I just blink at her in surprise for a few seconds before I very calmly explain the offer and that it doesn’t run on the weekends, and also what you’re actually supposed to do with the poker chip.
She looks at me bewildered and just says in the most pissed off voice “So you’re telling me that I have paid £11.50 (£1.50 for special jump socks) just for an hours jump?”
And all I can say is “…yeah?” I was dying to add “just like everybody else has done,” but I’m just not that ballsy.
She looks at me absolutely disgusted, and looks at the menu and all but shouts “£3.25 for the kids meal, I ain’t fucking paying that!” And storms off. I serve her friend after who is lovely and while I’m taking her order the other woman comes storming back and with her back facing me says (very loudly so I can hear) “They need to be more clear about that fucking offer, it’s so confusing and the food is too expensive.” All the while throwing a dirty look over her shoulder at me like it was my fault!

I just look at my manager who witnessed the entire thing and she looks just as taken aback as I am.

Two things that really bothered me:
First, £3.25 for a decent sized, freshly made kids meal with a drink is pretty cheap if you ask me. A lot of parents are thrilled by it and come every week for the offer. You’re literally only saving a couple pounds at the most with this offer really. It’s only beneficial if you have a large party of kids.
And second, like I mentioned before there is a massive poster just outside the buildings doors advertising said offer and it quite clearly states the days and times it runs. And also on Facebook posts it’s very. Clearly. Stated. It’s not my fault that the woman just saw the 'FREE MEAL’ and didn’t bother to read the rest. Fucking dole dossing cheap skate.

She ended up buying two fruit drinks, a coffee and two packets of crisps in the end which ended up dearer than if she’d just bought the two meals…poor kids.

A Crisis

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1675ish

Warnings: like one curse word, descriptions of a sprained ankle

Prompt: “We can’t have a crisis- my schedule is already full.”

Summary: While Tom and Harrison were jumping around on a trampoline floor, Tom had to avoid a child to make sure he didn’t he didn’t hit her. Because of this, he landed on his foot the wrong way, spraining his ankle.

A/N: I hope you guys know what im talking about when I say trampoline floors cause I don’t know how common they are around the world.

(I got the gif HERE)

Tom’s POV

“Ow, ow, ow!”

“Stop moving it then, you idiot,” Harrison chastised Tom as he sat him on the bench that was placed on the outskirts of the trampolines. Harrison had practically carried Tom away from the trampoline floor with his arm wrapped around the blonde’s shoulders. It was the only way for Tom move anywhere, considering how much pain his left ankle is in.

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A Ludo Story

One day I went to a party behind Burger King with my friends because they wanted to see Girls On Trampolines. One of them was nicer than the others and it turns out she worked at the laundromat across the street from where I live. She left before I found out her name, so I called her Laundry Girl until we met again. 
I later found out her name was Roxy and the more we hung out the closer we got. We decided to get together to see if our Air-Conditioned Love was true. Turns out she was too clingy and I thought she would Love Me Dead. After telling her this, she broke up with me on our date at Lake Pontchartrain, which is fine because she was the most vapid, whiny blah I’ve ever met, and she can watch Good Will Hunting by herself.

Something about moonlight

A/n: okay this one was a bit of stretch, but since eventually SasuHina will get together, I figure Hanabi’s mere presence fulfills the Day 7:In-Laws prompt. Also in which we learn why Hinata stole the scroll. Sort of.

Good evening Sasuke-san. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Hanabi says politely, kneeling across the low table from him. The steam of their tea makes her pale features ghostly, but her eyes are still shrewd and amused as he growls his irritation.

“You’re not the one I was looking for.”

“Then who was this Lady Hyuuga you were asking for?”

“Hinata…” He says her name like it’s disease, with so much distaste, he can feel the girl’s chakra rise.

Her eyes might even be paler than Hinata’s. They glint fiercely in the bright lighting of the receiving room, and Sasuke finds himself just a tiny bit sympathetic for the poor soul who would be Hinata’s suitor.

Hanabi smooths down the folds of her cream colored kimono with practiced elegance. Something about it strikes him as false. He can see her inexperience in the tightness of her jaw, the constant movement of her fingers as she traces the rim of her cup.

She glances up at him, eyes cutting through the steam.

“What do you want with my sister, Uchiha?”

Sasuke finds himself mildly amused, and while he can see why Hinata would do anything to protect her sister, he’s having a hard time reconciling this fierce young clan leader with someone who needed protection.

He wonders what sort of clan head Hinata would have been, with colored cheeks and a slim neck peeking out from those cream robes. It doesn’t matter.

Hinata still has the scroll, and he’s bought her as much time as he can. The librarian is starting to get suspicious.

“She borrowed something from me. I need to get it back.”

Hanabi stares at him for a long time. He can see the sheen of her slightly bulging veins as she lets her silvery chakra flow and checks him for signs of lying.

His heart rate is steady. His breaths are normal. He’s calm in the face of her scrutiny and with a sigh, she shuts her eyes and nods.

“I’ll call for her. Wait here, she’ll come soon.”

And with a delicate wave of her hand, she rises and seems to float out of the room, closing the sliding door behind her with some measure of force.

He stares at the painted screen, admiring the white of the cranes that seem to nearly fly from the lake. Their heads are crowned with red and he feels a sharp sense of melancholy.

There’s sadness here. He’s not entirely sure why, but it hangs over this home like a rain cloud. He finds himself curious. Perhaps he can ask Hinata about it.

She’d thought her entire world had shattered again on that one clear night. A night where the stars had winked out clearly with a cold light. And then she’d thought that a rebirth was incoming, a hope blooming in her chest until she felt she was choking on flowers.

She’d thought, she’d wished, she’d cemented her pathway…until stagnancy settled in and wilted her hopes to nothing. Hanabi keeps those same hollow eyes trained on her duties as clan head, unknowing. Her father holds the same weight of secrecy in him as Hinata does.

She’s trying. Trying hard to unravel the lock mechanism that keeps him and herself strained and sad.

This had all been a month after the war. She’d raged. She’d swept aside any of her father’s assurances as she broke down sobbing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Hiashi hadn’t explained that.

“Hinata…daughter…let me take care of this…I’ll find a way. I’ll work with Lady Tsunade…you just…concentrate on finding your place in this world.” His words were like scissors, frigid, merciful. Snip, snip he cut away her bonds to her station and set her free.

She resents him for that.

For the way that she was dismissed from that lonely hospital room…away from the moonlight cradling a thin figure who was hooked up to too many machines, their dark beautiful hair splayed out all over the bed.

She knew that person wouldn’t have wanted her to linger. So after she had wept, after she had decided that her mind counted this person lost but her heart did not, she had gathered herself up and attempted to find her place.

But she was forever bounding to places where the village wanted her to be. It seemed that even if her clan had set her to meandering, Konoha had its own plans for her. Konoha was growing and recovering. It would not wait for a girl forever bouncing on a trampoline.

She tries her best by choosing her own assignments, by trying out new things and giving herself new experiences. But she hasn’t let her father cut her loose completely. She’s clinging onto those fraying threads with dying hope while she waits for some sort of end to this whole thing.

It’s the waiting that kills her. It’s the waiting that prompts her to steal a precious scroll from the library. And she hadn’t thought she’d be able to keep it this long, she’s already made some headway. But there’s too much here to copy of her own accord.

She feels a little guilty for blackmailing Sasuke like she had, but if she could unravel the Caged Bird Seal, it would all be worth it. She might even be able to save the thin, comatose person sleeping in lonely moonlight and sunlight. But the days have worn on. It’s been nearly half a year.

She should count herself lucky, but she’s still grieving.

And she needs help. She doesn’t want to arouse suspicion of what she’s attempting, but maybe all her questions to Sakura might already be too much of a give away.

She trusts Haruno. She trusts her team…she doesn’t trust herself…to have the ability to see this through.

She needs the Sharingan for that.

And by happenstance or by fate, Sasuke is at her door today. She’s sent Hanabi to distract him for a bit, but she needs to lay out what her request will be.

She chances a brief glance at one of the many picture frames on her nightstand. She needs to swallow her doubts and say her wish.

So with one last longing look at the group of picture frames on her desk, edged by stacks of paper and the scroll. She smiles softly at the candid photo and Then she heads out to meet her guest.

She catches him doodling. He’s taken up one of the extra pens she brought out, and while she overlooks the sections she’s interested in, he’s already covered a napkin with perfect little Uchiha fans. The style is familiar, and it reminds her of the personalized stationery his shopping list had been on.

She smiles at him, setting aside the scroll for now.

“You’re very good at that.”

He stops and looks up at her, one brow raised to silently ask what she means by that.

She nods towards his designs, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“They all look exactly the same. They’re perfect. Did you copy the pattern from your stationery?”

Sasuke blinks slowly, bemused at her interest in something so simple.

“I made that too. It helps to relieve stress.” He waves a hand over his eyes. “The Sharingan makes it easier.”

“Ah…I see.” She frowns a bit. “Do you remember learning something about the sharingan being descended from the Byakugan?”

He grunts, unsure of where she’s going with this. He’s starting to feel wary of her line of thought, especially when her white eyes spring up to meet his with such excitement, he feels his heart leap up into his throat.

“Do you think…I could borrow your eyes for bit?”

“Aren’t you already borrowing them? I’ll copy down whatever you need me to. I already agreed.”

She shakes her head vehemently, bringing up a few trembling figures to trace over her temples and her eyes.

“I want to see what it looks like when you activate it? You have the Rinnegan too, so I want to see if I can decipher what chakra pathways our types of eyes activate!” She places her hands happily on the table, leaning forward until her face is too close for his comfort.

He could drown in that quicksilver, could lose himself in those eyes of hers. He leans away, crossing his arms over his chest until she gets the hint.

She looks apologetic. Very much so as she fists her hands in the folds of her brown skirt.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

For some reason, she looks like she’s collapsing under the gravity of her own eyes, as if they had their own lunar gravity and they were slowly pulling her into herself.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t.” He remarks, and wonders if he’s made a mistake when she gasps and nearly leaps over the table to clasp his hands in hers.

“Thank you. Thank you so much! I promise I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t have to see my face ever again after this.” She tells him earnestly.

He believes her. And somehow, the thought of never seeing her again makes him feel queasy.

He heads back home that day. The scroll safely in his possession to return tomorrow to the library.

His face still feels strange. Foreign to him. Even when he looks in the mirror and the same sullen expression as always stares back at a him, he can feel the lingering brushes of her fingertips. Can feel the pathways she’d traced while she examined his active Sharingan with her Byakugan.

He looks back at her stolen umbrella near his door. It stands guard over the assurance that he will see her in the future.

Somehow, this also makes him queasy. He tells himself it’s probably just the strange tea blend he’d been served and shuts up the little nagging bits of his memory that won’t let him forget the feeling of her gravity, slowly…slowly pulling him into her orbit.

For @penpenheart. :)

anonymous asked:

do you think we will grt a clip today?

hiiii there! as you can see by now i don’t think there will be a clip today! but we did get an instagram update by noora today in which:

  • the girls were jumping on a trampoline thingy (?)
  • it looked a little ridiculous, but mostly cute and it made me smile
  • chris’ sunglasses??
  • sana was literally glowing under the sun, and she had that little smile and we saw her dimples 💝
  • they seemed to be having a random and fun little moment, and that was nice to see :)
Trampoline AU

Title: Moments

Pairing: SasuHina

Summary: He fell in love through her smile, her breathless laughter and how real and ethereal she is. For him, she is more than enough.


It was a mid summer’s dream when he saw her wild indigo tresses flouncing around with the sticky humid wind. 

She was young, breathless and full of love and fervor. It’s like the sun has sucked out of its rays and blessed it upon this small, cheerful and happy little girl bouncing on the trampoline at Konoha Park. 

Sasuke was only six years old when he fell in love.

He was six years old when he realize that one day he will anything to be with her and just like the rubber of the trampoline and the weight of the little child jumping on it, life decided to take its up and very very dark downs. 

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Girl in Trampoline Faceplant

Double Dates: Tom Holland x WOC Actress

This is a sequel to Playtime, Reader and Tom go on a double date with Harrison and his new friend. 


“Drunk Karaoke!” You yelled happily. “We are going out to dinner first.”

“Dinner!” You yelled. He chuckled and shook his head. 

Tom followed behind you with his hand on your lower back. “So are they going to meet us?” You asked wrapping your arm around his. “Yeah, Haz is giving her a run down on you.” He smirked. “Why?”

“Because you can be very unpredictable and you have no filter, especially when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” You tried remembering what made them come to that conclusion. “Yeah, you’re right.”

The drive to the restaurant was quick and you two walked in. “Reservations for Holland.” Tom said. “Right this way.”

Tom pulled out the chair for you and sat down. You started dancing to the music in your head, “You didn’t drink before we left right?”

“Nope, but I am going to in a bit.” You smiled looking through the alcoholic beverages menu. “They’re on the way.”

You ordered a drink while Tom order his usually beer. “We’ll just order an appetizer.” You nodded at the waiter. 

After your fourth drink, Haz and his friend came walking to the table. You gasped, “You didn’t tell me she had melanin.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “You’re drunk.” He took the glass out of your hand and stood up to greet them. “Hi, I’m Y?N!” You said all bubbly. “She’s a bit drunk.” Tom apologized. “Hi, I’m Morgan.” She smiled. “I’m such a huge fan of you both.”

“Awe you’re so sweet.” You slurred.You hugged Haz, “She is so cute!”

Haz blushed and Tom grabbed your arm to sit you back down. “Can I get another one?” You pointed to your glass. “No, no more. I’ll tip you extra if you don’t serve her anymore alcohol.” Tom bargained with the waiter. 

You pouted and whispered across the table to Morgan, “You should just order me some.”

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anonymous asked:

I think I read every post on here at least twice over (I have no life since fall 2015) and i'm confused where anon is getting the "blake is not good enough for gwen" vibe. I didn't see it at all and believe me, I am a hardcore BSer first. (Is anon talking about our B's weight discussion? Maybe?) Anyway girl at trampoline place is still tweeting about her shefani fam encounter. She said B was preoccupied, walking beside the kids in a skipping, gamboling manner. I would kill to see that lmao.

Thank you, I’m still at a loss but all I can do is move on because I don’t think she and I are understanding each other’s point of view

That girl is so lucky to have seen them and she was walking right behind Blake!! My heart would have been racing so fast!

-L

You Can’t Be Serious: Tom Holland x WOC Actress

This is the 3rd Part to Playtime and Double Dates. This is long, so yeah. 


Tom squeezed your hand as he saw Amber. “Um Y/N I think you left your tampon in the car.” Tom lied. “What?” You even knew that was stupid excuse. “We don’t want you bleeding all over the place, come on.” He pulled you to the front of the restaurant. “Really, a tampon?” You shook your head. “You have got to do better.”

“Y/N, that’s the same girl from the Trampoline World.” He explained. “Yeah, I know. You want me to take off on her?” You asked pulling your earrings out. (Take off means whoop that ass, basically). He stopped you, “You’ve just been so ready to fight lately. Are you okay?” He asked looking concerned. “I have a lot of built up aggression.” You answered honestly. 

“Well we can relieve some of that later on tonight.” He grinned, grabbing your butt. “Focus Tom.” You said pushing him away. “Right, right! Amber, how the hell did she end up finding Haz?” He asked. 

“So do we tell Haz that she was all over you and is a stalker?” You asked. You two peeked over and saw him smiling very hard. “Ew he actually looks happy with her!” You whined. “No, we should wait and see how this plays out.”

You two walked back to the table, “Hey ho about Amber and Y/N sit beside each other.” Haz suggested. “I guess.” Tom mumbled. You sat across from him and rolled your eyes. “Wow, Y/N I love your hair. Can I touch it?”

Tom groaned and shook his head, “D-did you really just ask me that? Have you ever heard of Solange Knowles?”

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