guess what's coming up tomorrow ;)

  • Ray: Hey, guys. Guess what. To thank you for being such good friends, I picked up a big old basket of muffins. Follow me. Come on! I got all kinds of muffins! Blueberry muffins, poppy seed muffins, banana nut muffins, chocolate chip- Ooh, wait, there are no muffins.
  • Rip: What's happening now?
  • Ray: How's it feel being lied to, Huh?
  • Stein: I mean, I'm okay. I wasn't really that invested in the muffins.
  • Mick: I was.
  • Ray: You guys thought you could keep a secret from me? Well, I know everything. Nate left his phone in the bathroom again, and guess what I found on it?
  • Nate: I needed the cash! I didn't know they'd be filming.
  • Ray: Text chains. Dozens of text chains. And I'm not on any of them. Take a look at this board. There's a Sara-Amaya-Rip- Jax-Kendra-Nate chain. There's a Jax-Rip-Sara-Kendra Chain. There's even a Jax-Amaya-Mick chain. I mean, what the hell happens on that?
  • Amaya: Well, we mostly just exchange "Game of Thrones" theories.
  • Jax: The little guy is gonna marry a dragon.
  • Amaya: We think.
  • Ray: Well, one thing's for sure - Ray Palmer is off the chains.
  • Sara: I'm sorry. We only excluded you because you're kind of an over-texter.
  • Ray: Over-texter? That's not even a thing.
  • Amaya: Oh really? So you don't remember the time you sent 97 unanswered texts in a five-minute span?
  • Sara: My phone vibrated itself off the desk. I think it was committing suicide.

Dogs of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Mirzam “Miri”
Handler: Jemma Simmons
Breed: Rottweiler
Trained for: PTSD, psychiatric (anxiety, panic attacks), eating disorder NOS
Tasks: Grounding, interrupting flashbacks, alerting to panic attacks and finding others, enforcing physical boundaries, meal reminders

Can often be found: Circling a wide ring around Agent Simmons in the lab. Marching down the halls in pursuit of or being followed by a trusted agent. Keeping a watchful eye in the family room or kitchen.

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and so: i am reminded again why the most effective solution isn’t always the most appropriate one –

– & why should i beat myself up, & spit on week-old sunshine, to prove my point? my point is that i’m not a part of the world’s stash of lost and found, & i don’t need to be saved, & i didn’t intend to save you, but yesterday is ancient and tomorrows have yet to be born so i guess empathy is heroism & silence is virtue, at least in this coldly familiar room

and so: i am lost inside myself once again, searching for obsolete answers and asking unanswerable questions –

– & why should i change to become, what is so difficult about coming to change? i’m still here, but i’m not here, and i see right through these walls, i’m walking straight through the empty battlefield. & i know this is a war that will never be waged, & the only weapons drawn are the whispers and lies that i’ll never believe. so let me believe, i’d rather find something genuine and spit out the silence i once swallowed in this room

and so: we begin again, but this time it feels like a day ending, too much like coming undone, spilling open like books bursting with stories to tell –

– & i want you to listen to me and listen to me well when i say that this is our story to tell, & this is all my sunsets folding in on one another, on into the night, into the loneliness of the night, into my crumpled bedsheets and the stars in your eyes. this is genuine, this is classrooms thrown into evening light, this is us on the blank, blank canvas

and so: i find myself in the slant of the sun again, you tell me that the world is falling loose and memories set on fire, and i am reminded once again that the farther you walk, the longer your shadow stretches on sunlit concrete because it wants us to stay   

–– and, oh, we are all that remains ––

// r.w

And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

~Christmas Eve~

The Grimes house was buzzing with activity all day. Guests had been coming and going, the kids were hanging around the tree trying to guess what was in the boxes, and delicious smells were wafting out of the kitchen. It was hectic and noisy and absolutely wonderful to Michonne. She sat holding Piper while her mom and Rick’s mother cooked up a storm in preparation for tomorrow. Michonne was relegated to the official taster in her own house but it gave her more time to spend with everyone so she wasn’t complaining.

“Michonne, how is my grandbaby handling being out of your room?” Suzanne Grimes asked.

“She was fine the first night because Rick moved her when she was asleep. But I guess she realized what was up the next night because she wasn’t having it. But she’s better now. Though I think Judith has been waking her up at night to play.” Michonne looked down at a sleeping Piper. “It keeps her quiet at night but I don’t know how that’s going to work when Judy has to go back to school after New Years.”

“You and Rick need put a stop to it now before it becomes a problem,” Sheila Richardson advised.

“We will, Mama.” Michonne was starting to feel more confident that she would actually be here in the new year.


After the last guest left, Michonne, Rick, and the kids got into their pajamas and piled into the media room. They planned to watch Home Alone, A Christmas Story, and It’s a Wonderful Life right up until midnight. The girls were down for the count early. The boys made it through Home Alone and A Christmas Story but by the time It’s a Wonderful Life started playing only Rick and Michonne were awake.  

At the stroke of midnight, Rick and Michonne put blankets over the kids and put Piper in her portable crib before sneaking out to the den to lay out a few surprise presents “from Santa.” When they were all done, Rick and Michonne took a moment to sit and watch the lights on their tree. 

Rick broke the peaceful silence. “I think Santa brought you a gift, too.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. A little birdie told me that he’s holding it for you. He’s over on the tree.”

Michonne smiled in confusion. “What?”

“Go look for him on the tree.”

After glancing warily at Rick, Michonne made her way over to the tree. She walked around until she found the little birdie…a cloth ornament partridge that had something pinned to it. Michonne leaned in for a closer look.

Michonne looked over to Rick. “Is this…is this my engagement ring?”  

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The Waiter - four.
  • Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun
  • Angst - Mafia!AU - Smut (later chapters)
  • Word Count: 1435

Description: You haven’t seen Chanyeol or your boyfriend Sehun in two weeks. You don’t know if something happened or what to do. You risk being caught and go out looking for Chanyeol, but is that who you really find?

A/N: I guess I’m going to spoil you guys today and upload two parts, this being the second. I felt like leaving you all on a cliffhanger until tomorrow or sometime next week. Don’t hate me >:3

one. // two. // three. // four. // five. // six. // seven. (coming soon)

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

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Ahkmenrah x Reader: Dreaming


I don’t own the image, and I don’t own Night at the Museum.  Other than that, enjoy!

“Thanks again for coming at such short notice, Y/N,” Larry handed you a few bills as you packed up your bag.

“It’s no problem, Mr. Daley.”

“What did I say about you calling me Mr. Daley?”

“I know I know,” You laughed.  “I guess old habits die hard.”

“Well, you’ll have to work on that.  Night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight!”  You made it a few steps down the hall before Larry opened the door again.

“Oh, one more thing?”  You turned around.  “Would you mind looking after Nicky again tomorrow?”

“Sure thing!”

“Great, thanks!  You’ll have to pick him up from school, and you can just take him to the museum if you want.”  You grinned to yourself.  You had been having weird dreams lately, and they were leading to an increasing interest in the Egyptology section of the museum.

“Sure, I’ll see you tomorrow!”  Larry closed the door.

“So is she going to stay after closing this time?”  Nicky asked.

“We’ll see, kiddo,” Larry ruffled Nicky’s hair. 

“Let’s hope so, Ahk isn’t shutting up about ‘the girl’.”  Nicky surrounded the last two words with air quotes.  “It’s Y/N, right?”

“Sure sounds like it,” Larry said.  “But we won’t know for sure until they actually meet.  Now,” Larry turned Nicky towards his room.  “It’s late, and you have school tomorrow.”

“Night, dad!”

“Night, Nicky.”

“You’re not going to catch me!”  You shouted over your shoulder as you ran through the garden.  You heard laughter behind you as you continued to run.  You almost made it to the front doors of the palace, but you were stopped by an arm wrapping around your waist.  You let out a shriek as your feet lifted off the ground and were spun around.  When you were put down, you grasped onto his arm to keep your balance.

“Caught you again,” A warm voice murmured in your ear as both arms wrapped around your waist.  You smiled and turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck.  He smiled down at you with kind brown eyes, before lowering his mouth to yours.  When he pulled away, he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a loud beeping noise.

You were rudely awoken by your alarm clock, which was beeping obnoxiously.  With a groan, you slammed your pillow over your face before reaching out and smacking the snooze button.  You laid there for a few minutes before getting up and going through your morning routine.  After checking your appearance in the mirror, you grabbed your keys and went out to get some errands done before you had to pick up Nicky.

“Over here, Nicky!”  You shouted from your car.  He looked around until his gaze landed on your car, and he weaved through the crowds, hopping into the front seat.  “Got everything?”  He nodded, and you pulled away from the curb and began to drive towards the museum.  When you got there, Nicky bounded up the steps as you pulled some homework from your college courses.  If I’m going to be here for a while, might as well catch up on some work.

“Hey, Y/N,” Larry greeted you as you passed the front desk.

“Hi,” You replied.  “Do you mind if I get some work done while we’re here?

“No, of course not.  Nicky’s find exploring, and he knows to find you if you need anything.”

“Alright, well let him know I’ll be in the Egyptology department, ‘kay?”

“Sure thing,” Larry smiled.  A bit wider than normal, but you just shrugged it off.  You hefted your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the Egyptology department.  You found an empty bench, laid out your work, put in your earbuds, and got to work.  Soon one hour became two, which became four, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

“Larry!  Let me out!”  Ahkmenrah shouted from inside his sarcophagus.

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming; hold your horses,” Larry muttered under his breath.  When he turned the corner, his eyes landed on a figure on the bench.  You were curled up on the bench, your breathing soft and even.  Larry just stared.  Well, I guess she technically decided to stay after closing.  Sleeping counts, right?  His train of thought was broken by Ahkmenrah pounding on the sarcophagus lid.  “Alright alright!”  Larry hissed.  “Just keep it down, alright?”  Larry slid the lid back and Ahkmenrah sat up, unwrapping his bandages

“Well, good evening to you too,” He mumbled sarcastically.  “And why do I have to be quiet?  It’s not like anyone sleeps around here.”  Larry raised an eyebrow, and Ahkmenrah’s eyes widened.  “You’re kidding.  We just woke up!  Who’s sleeping?!” 

“Shh!  Keep your voice down.”  Ahkmenrah glared at him.

“Who’s sleeping?!”  He whisper shouted.  Ahkmenrah looked around the room, before his eyes landed on your sleeping figure.  “No.”   He murmured, before climbing out of the sarcophagus and approaching you.  He crouched down so he was face to face with you, staring at you in wonder.  “How is she here?”

“Wait.  You know Y/N?” 

“Yes.  Well, no, but…yes?”  Larry raised an eyebrow.  Ahkmenrah sighed.  “I knew her from when I was alive, but after I died…I never thought I’d see her again.  When I go to sleep, I get these weird dreams.  They aren’t anything new, though; they’re memories of our life together.  But she’s here now.”  He stroked your hair fondly.  He looked at Larry.  “I’m going to stay here, if you don’t mind.” Larry smiled and turned to leave.

“Ahk?”  He called over her shoulder.  “She tells Nicky and I about her dreams too, you know.  She describes someone who looks exactly like you.”  Ahkmenrah’s face split into a wide grin as he gazed at you.  Getting comfortable, he decided to wait for you to wake up.    He only had to wait half an hour before your eyes slowly fluttered open.

“You’re awake,” Someone said at last.  “I’ve waited so long.”  You looked up at the owner of the voice, and let out a gasp.

“It’s you,” You murmured, reaching a hand out.  He grabbed it and slowly ran his thumb over the top of your hand.  “I didn’t think you were real,” You admitted, and he laughed.

“I was beginning to lose hope, too.  But you’re here, and I won’t leave you again.”  He pulled you in for a kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.  When you pulled away, he wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin.

“I just realised something,” You said quietly.

“Hm?”

“I don’t even know your name.”  He laughed again, and pressed his forehead to yours.

“It’s Ahkmenrah.  My name’s Ahkmenrah.”  He told you. 

“I’m Y/N,” You told him.  He smiled and kissed you again. 

“It’s perfect,” He murmured.  “Everything is perfect.”

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Heya adventurers! Guess what! We have a special birthday celebration coming up. Can you guess whose birthday it is? If you already know, let’s have the others guess just for funsies. It’s happening soon so you’ll find out eventually! Are you stressed out from fighting monsters field after field and dungeon after dungeon? Why don’t you relax and unwind at the newly-opened Elrios Hot Springs? That’s right, Elrios now has hot springs located in both Ruben & Lanox. Visit and enjoy a relaxing soak in the Hot Springs tomorrow!

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This is what I do on a Friday afternoon when I don’t want to work on actual, need to get it done, work. I try to figure out if there is a discernible pattern to the writing schedule for S6.

Assuming A&E are planning to fuck up write the finale and it is the usual two-parter taking up 6x21 & 6x22, that means the writers for only 6x19 and 6x20 are unknown. Although it’s looking pretty good that Jane and Jerome will be involved in the episodes closing out the savior mythology and Black Fairy arcs.


* Abbreviations: C&P - Andrew Chambliss & Partner, J&J - Jane Espenson & Jerome Schwartz, Good - David Goodman, Jane - Jane Espenson, JS&P - Jerome Schartz & Partner, G&P - David Goodman & Partner

**Partners: Dana Horgan, Brigitte Hales, Leah Fong

Feel good moment today

So I work at Winn-Dixie and today an older gentleman come through the self checkout. He only had 3 items but was having a difficult time with his card. He tried it a few times and I asked him if I could take him up to the register and see what the problem was with his card. He says it’s Presidents’ Day and I don’t think they loaded the food stamps today. I guess I won’t eat tonight. So I bring him up to the register and he says, “this is so embarrassing. This is embarrassing enough,” pointing to his ebt card, “but this is just humiliating”. As he slides his card again hoping the outcome will be different. Nope, he only has $1.80 on his card. He asks if there is a way he can come back and pay for it tomorrow, and I said I’m sorry sir, but there isn’t. So I make the decision to pay for his three items. I put my card into the reader and proceed to pay for his items. He says, “what are you doing? Are you paying for my stuff? Don’t do that”. I tell him not to worry about it and he starts to tear up and get emotional. He looks at me and tells me that he’s going to pay me back and he keeps saying it. I told him not to worry about it. $12 and some change isn’t going to break the bank that much.

It’s the most rewarding feeling to help someone in need. He was so thankful and that right there was enough to know that I made the right decision in helping him tonight. I came home knowing that he will have a full belly tonight and won’t have to go without. It was by far one of the easiest decisions I have ever made. Pay it forward people 💕

It’s easy to forget how much some people struggle just to eat every day. Be thankful for the little things in life

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Just wanted to say what’s up to the world. I go by Mel-Ray. I guess you can say my life has been very isolated and limited, and I’ll even use the word lonely. I’ve been locked up since 2006 for a petty dope charge. We all have our own journeys we must attend to. ..you never know what may come to your tomorrow, so it’s always good to be reminded to protect your journey. But for me i am on my way too freedom and family. I come home within 2 years. I’m 30 years old and from Madison wisconsin, i love staying in shape, i play basketball, and i enjoy reading books…I’m a fantasy reader, and when it comes to a study my favorite topic is human behavior. I’m just reaching out to the world to say what up and see if there is s companion out there to share my thoughts with. I’m going to wrap this little scribe up, and leave the world with these two simple words…be easy.

Melvin Jackson 06260090
Federal correctional complex
USP 2
PO Box 1034
Coleman, FL 33521

Odd Jobs

(Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Epilogue)


Walking out of the coffee shop, large Peppermint Mocha coffee in hand, you see a man leaning up against the light pole, a sign that says “Will work for food” written in very legible handwriting on a piece of cardboard

Approaching the stranger, you bend down and ask, “Hello, my name is Y/N. What is your name?”

“Tom,” the homeless man answers, his icy blue eyes catching you off guard.

“Hello, Tom, it’s very nice to meet you,” you say as you reach out your hand for him to shake, noting his particularly strong grip on your hand.

“Do you have any spare change?” Tom asks.

“I have something better.  Is your sign true to its word?”

Watching his eyes light up, he says, “Yes, it is! I can do yard work, fix-it work, car work, and I even have a creative side.”

You chuckle as a smile breaks out across your cheeks. “Wonderful.  Come to this address tomorrow at 9 am and ask for Sherry.  She will clean you up and tell you where to find me.”

Tom’s gaze follows you as you walk away, and as he furrows his brow, he looks down at the piece of paper in his hands, wondering what he has gotten himself in to.

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“Hello, I was told to ask for Sherry,” a disheveled Tom asks the lady at the front desk.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place, hun!” Sherry says delightfully.  “Lemme guess, you met Y/N?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Oh yeah, she’s a big do-gooder around here.  More money than God Himself.  Takes in a homeless person every couple of months.  Cleans ‘em up, employs ‘em around her estate, gives ‘em a good job reference.  I’m surprised you haven’t heard of her.  People ‘round here talk a lot.”

Smiling at her peppy attitude, Tom sits down and feels the hair fall off of his head and away from his face. Sherry’s voice quickly falls into the background as he walks thru yesterday’s events in his head.

“All right, hun, lets have a peek.”  Sherry turns Tom towards the mirror, and as Tom squints at his chiseled cheeks and set jaw, Sherry slips your address into his hand.

“Be good to her, and she’ll treat ya right.  Do her wrong, and she’ll kick ya out.”

Tom thanked Sherry and promised to come back with a tip once he got paid, and as he walked out of the parlor he was so excited to get to your house that he didn’t even hear Sherry’s objections.

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Tom stood at the bottom of a rising set of stairs up to a beautiful home.  As he double-checks the house number, you come out onto the porch.

“Well, hello, To-” you say cheerfully before your greeting drops off.  You remembered his striking eyes, but you didn’t know he had such…striking features as well.

Tom bounds up the stairs and holds out his hand.  “Hello, Y/N.  You have a beautiful home.”

“Th-thank you,” you manage to get out.  After the world comes back into focus, you ask, “You said you could do yard work?”

“Yes, I most certainly can,” Tom responds.

“Wonderful.  I have a garden and various flowers planted out back, and weeds are starting to overtake the beautiful things.  I was wondering if you could dig them up and then spray some weed repellent on the affected areas?”

Tom nods his head and meanders his way out back while you head into the kitchen to make up some snacks and lemonade for a little later.  Finishing up the last of your preparation, Tom comes in shirtless and asks where you’ve stored your weed repellent.

And stopping you in your tracks, his torso takes you by surprise as you realize that Tom’s grip is not the only thing strong on his body.

Body Worship Masterlist

Aftermath (ao3) - thisisalterego

Summary: What happens after Crime and Punishment? Things progress a bit differently than the first installment.

Brace Yourself, Bite Your Lips - hellahowlter

Summary: Dan is having a party and Phil comes over to complain about the noise, but then Phil ends up staying. They both end up a lil tipsy and do some stuff.

Chasing Tomorrow - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Something major was bound to change in their lives, it was just that neither Dan nor Phil could have guessed that it would be something so significant.

Every Last Bit (ao3) - insert_aesthetic_url

Summary: Dan’s self conscious because he’s been gaining a bit of weight. Phil comforts him because his bear is beautiful no matter what.

Perfection - darling-phil

Summary: Dan wakes up feeling insecure but doesn’t want to bother Phil with his problems. Phil notices anyway and vows to show Dan just how perfect he is.

We’re Young and In Love (Heart Attacks Waiting To Happen) - fixingflattires

Summary: Smut between 2009!phil and 2015!dan but also between 2015!phil and 2009!dan.

You Weren’t Supposed To See That (ao3) MiloIsQueer

Summary: Phil walks in on Dan touching himself and smut ensues–Obviously, because these horny children can’t keep their hands off each other once the tension breaks.

oh fuck buds,,

so guess what?????? My tablet got kinda. broken

basically the usb port is busted (apparently that happens a lot w/ the intuos pro) and so i either need to get a charger for the battery or send it off to be fixed… and its scratched a little too which. is shitty

so a) that fucks me up a bit art wise and
b) it means that OC stuff is gonna be all traditional,, which is 100% fine just means,, gonna have to do that tomorrow

in other news tho!!!!! i’ve got a special something coming up for people who are following my SU FAU blog @ask-steven-and-the-universe…. mostly cause i finally got my lazy ask in gear

but yeah tablet is fuckled for at least a few days if not weeks

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For Valentine’s, called “all hearts’ day” in swedish, i went for burgers with a classmate. He was so sad when we arrived and it was still an hour until they opened that we ended up walking around the city first. Best part was coming home to my precious Bridget though, haha! Aah i wanted to spend the whole day reading sappy fics but i had work and uni, and guess what? We got actual homework from today to tomorrow. Terribly boring hw, too. At least the burger tasted amazing…

The Polar Express

TITLE: The Polar Express
AUTHOR: @phandomestic
WORD COUNT: 2.6k
WARNING(S): n/a
SUMMARY: Children Dan and Phil find themselves aboard the Polar Express.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just gonna note that here, Phil is 10 / Dan is 9


Christmas Eve had Dan Howell wide awake and waiting with trepidation for the bells, the sound of heavy footsteps, anything to satisfy the proof he’s been searching for. He didn’t just want to see that ‘ol Saint Nick had left presents for him in the next morning, he wanted to believe it.

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Got7 Reaction: You say you don’t love them anymore

Please only request one group per ask, thank you! Since I’m not familiar with BigBang I’ll be doing Got7. If you still want a BigBang reaction with this prompt, send in another ask.

-Admin N


Yugyeom: *sad af so Mark comes to cheer him up*

Originally posted by jeonjam

BamBam: “I’m tired. Can we finish this tomorrow?” *totally lying because he knows what you’re gonna say but doesn’t want you to say it*

Originally posted by sxy-jmn

Youngjae: “You… what?”

Originally posted by choijaes

Junior: “Whatever your heart tells you, I’ll accept it.”

Originally posted by hailjacksonwang

Jackson: *thinks you’re joking* “You’re funny jagiya” 

Originally posted by ughjacksonwang

JB: “I guess this is it then?”

Originally posted by defsouljb

Mark: “I get what you’re saying, but I don’t really agree with you”

Originally posted by jordragon