heard in a store

I’m pretty sure I’m getting haunted by a song. I haven’t heard Horse With No Name in so long and over the past year I’ve heard it so much. But I’ve only heard it in stores and it always sounded so distant and it just gave me an uneasy creeped out feeling even though I really like the song. But today…I was waiting in the car and the station I was listening to went to commercials so I switched it and that song was on. All I can think is “here we go again”. I looked at my phone and my weather app said my location was this town that is 30 minutes away. I thought it was weird but I just went back to listening to the song. I indulged myself and listened to the entire song just because I like it so much. The song ended and the radio DJ said that last weekend they played in the same town that my phone said I was at. That’s next level creepy.

Day One Hundred and Five

-A young boy walking by sounded the butt trumpet and promptly announced, “I blew gas!” to the world at large. I admire his pride and, moving forward, I will aspire to follow his shining example.

-I heard the voice of a man float through the store, saying, “When I was alive, Playboy actually played with me!” With no other context, I am forced to assume that Hugh Hefner has passed away and is spending his afterlife hanging around a Virginia Target, regaling the public with his tales.

-A three month-old in sunglasses gave me the double finger guns. He may not have possessed the fine motor skills to do so physically, but for the spiritually rad like he and I, the finger guns is more of an aura than an action, and he was exuding it in spades.

-Cat Lady has not been seen nor heard from since January, shortly after the inauguration of our Patron Saint of Incompetence and Impropriety. Whether this is coincidence or conspiracy, I hope to see her return soon.

-I rang up a joyful elderly woman sporting a Spider-Man hoodie. I feel that it is safe to say that I have just met Aunt May and that she is as supportive as ever.

-A guest walked by, carrying a poodle the size of a soda bottle. It took every ounce of self-restraint I have not to cry at its magnificence and/or give up my job for the sake of dognapping.

-A man, well into his sixties, purchased a large bottle of wine, a large box of condoms, and a large container of lube. It warms my heart to know that romance never dies.

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anonymous asked:

okayokay heres a super scary haunted work story for ya abby. so im a diagnosed schizophrenic, but im not medicated because my hallucinations are a mild inconvenience at worst. sometimes theyre scary but im used to it. well i saw this creepy ass shadow guy in the store i work at and then i heard a kid giggling. nbd, thats actually a common hallucination of mine. well then my coworker's like "dude did you hear that giggle" ((((((: that was fuckin scary

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went on a little quest today 👌🏻

bought some tape and pens *you probably all know* from muji but also stumbled across the best thing in another store 

it’s Avery Zweckform’s (never heard of it before) gridded A4 notebook with white lines on grey paper  👀  (they’re not as distractive and visible on scans) 

I haven’t used it yet but I’ll update you once I’ve tested it! 😏

I will never forget the first time I traveled to the Deep South in hijab.

I was born in the south. I was a blonde hair blue eyed little girl with a southern drawl. I rode horses, picked berries, and went for hay rides in cornfields. I felt comfortable, safe, I belonged. Whenever I went back to visit, I was touched and comforted by Southern hospitality. I made small talk with women selling pecans on the side of the road. It felt like home.

A few months after I took the shahada, I was driving through southern Georgia in hijab. I didn’t think twice. I was excited to be home.

Then I pulled over to get coffee. The hostility in the air was terrifying. The stares, the harsh tones, the rude statements I heard muttered across the store. And suddenly, I was physically afraid. I realized this was no longer a place where I belonged. Where I was wanted. The moment I covered my hair, I became an object to be hated and viewed with suspicion and disdain with the very people I once saw as my own.

I just wish, I could in some way, explain the type of courage and imaan it takes for a revert sister to embrace that rejection from the only community she has ever known.

Creepypasta #1023: Gamer

Length: Super long

You know that little boys aren’t supposed to go into strange rooms with men they just met, right? When I was ten, I knew this too, but I was a huge video game nerd. In the 1980’s, if you wanted to play video games, you had to go to the arcade in the mall.

The arcade had a wide array of video games in the lobby area. But the best games were hidden in a secret room at the back of the store. I had heard about it from other boys at school. They said that if you spent a lot of time (and quarters) playing video games on the main floor, the owner, Stanley, would take you into the backroom where the secret games were kept.

The guys said that Stanley got access to the arcade games months before they came out. It was also rumored that there were some games in the backroom that were too risqué for the main floor. Weird underground video games from Japan that involved sex and gore.

I had been coming to the arcade with my friends for over a month, but Stanley never showed any interest in me until I came by myself one day.

You have to understand that this was a safe, quaint college town in the 1980s. Things were different. Moms would drop their kids off at the mall, armed only with stern warnings about talking to strangers - and leave them there for hours. Everyone did this. It wasn’t neglectful.

I was playing Street Fighter when Stanley approached me. “You’ve spent a lot of time at that game.” I was a little shocked that he was right here. I had seen him around the store, but never this close. It was like seeing a celebrity in person for the first time. 

“Ya. I’ve almost gotten a high score three times.” 

He asked, “Do you want to play some other games in the back?”

And that was it.

It was like he had asked me if I wanted a million dollars. I backed away from my game (right in the middle of a hard level) and said, “Yes.” Right away. No hesitation. That’s how stupid I was.

As he led me back through the game room lobby, he asked, “Has anyone told you about the back room?” I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble for telling the secret. He promised that they wouldn’t get in trouble. He just needed to know who it was. I gave him Jonathan Blakely’s name.

When we entered the backroom, I felt a pang of disappointment. I quickly scanned the arcades along the wall, but didn’t see anything particularly salacious. A few older games. One or two that had recently broke and were removed from the game floor. There were three separate doors to some further rooms on the side. I guessed they might be bathrooms or an office area.

There was also another boy about my age in the room. He was playing one of the wild west shooter games. Stanley walked me over and introduced the boy as Ian. Ian greeted me with a casual “Hey” and a smile. He lowered his red plastic gun, looked at Stanley, and said “Now that there’s another kid, can we play that special game?” 

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Little Beau Lou We’ve Ween Waiting For You ♥


As it turns out, it isn’t the easiest task to come up with a name that all nine of us could agree on but we finally have decided, he will be called Beau Lou Wilde Wolfé (pronounced like Bo) 


Beau means beautiful in French, and he is soo precious to me. We wanted a name to go with Lou which is also a French name — My grandmother’s name (My mother had lots to do with this haha) so we sat in the living-room calling out random french words and meanings, the few we did know anyways. Of course Garrett loves tradition and wanted the baby to have an Irish name so we decided that he would have 2 middle names, Wilde is actually an Irish last name but I couldn’t resist as soon as I heard it!


On our way home from the mountains we stopped by the store to grab some trashcan bags at the store and more newspapers from a recycling bin near the store in case we needed them, I was cleaned from the creek water and mostly dressed aside the fact that I wasn’t wearing any shoes or underwear under my long thrifted dress and was sitting on a thick doubled towel with the back of my dress pulled up so I wouldn’t leak and blood onto it. I didn’t want to shove a pad and underwear and trap my insides just yet, I wanted my woohoo parts to breathe
I sat in the front seat with the windows slightly cracked and an obviously fresh newborn wrapped in towels held across my chest sleeping. People passed by the car and no one seemed to notice anything off about the situation or even glanced our way into the windows. I wanted to yell “LOOK AT ME! I JUST GAVE BIRTH! I DID IT ALL BY MYSELF!!” at the top of my lungs so badly. 

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Looking back on the highlights of my life, there’s a moment I’ll never forget from a day in London about two years ago. I was in town to play the O2 and I was out shopping on my day off. My friend Ed Sheeran met up with me in this little shop where I was buying ballet shoes. He walks in and says “you have to hear this new song. I think it’s the best one I’ve ever written.” And then, as usual, he pulls out his phone and gives me headphones. I sat there on a bench in that store and heard ‘Thinking Out Loud’ for the first time, as little kids were picking out tutus and leotards next to us. Little did we know it would go on to be first dance song at countless weddings all over the world, become Ed’s biggest hit, and eventually go on to win him Song of the Year at the 2016 Grammys. Ed and I had been on tour together all year on the Red Tour and we saw each other almost every day. I lived for the moments he would burst into my dressing room with a new song to play me. It happened so often that it became normal, and I don’t think he ever knew how much it meant to me that he wanted me to hear his songs first. I don’t think he ever knew how inspired I was by his drive and passion to constantly create new art. But it’s his 25th birthday today, so I’m saying it now. You deserve everything you have, and everything you will continue to achieve, Ed.

And an extra congratulations to the incredible Amy Wadge for your two Grammys.

Damn it. Tumblr mobile did the refresh thing.

So I read a post where someone said they love Barry’s lack of chill in talking about sex, but they need more from Iris saying the same things.

And I was going to say the thing is, they’re never TALKING about sex when he says those things. He just has so little chill he brings them up in otherwise innocuous conversations with no relation to sex.

Iris: “I have an appointment Tuesday.”
Barry: “So do I. SEX WITH YOU!”

Iris: “What do you want for dinner?”
Barry: “Before or after sex? Because we’re totally having sex.”

Iris: “Do you need anything from the store?”
Barry: “Oh yeah. Right now.”
Iris: “?”
Barry: “Sorry. You said store. I heard sex.”

Impulsive

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

req: Fluffy Chanyeol where he surprises you with a puppy??
a/n: this is probably not what you expected anon but here it is, its rlly short


You have had a relationship with Chanyeol for about three years. It’s a healthy relationship and you love each other more and more every day.

But if you had to name one flaw in your boyfriend..

It’d be about how he was so ridiculously impulsive.

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  • Daesung: I love panic at the discount
  • Youngbae: lol I write sins not shopping discounts
  • Jiyong: stop it
  • Seungri: oh. Well imagine.
  • Seunghyun: as I'm pacing the aisles in a small corner store.
  • Seungri: and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
  • Seunghyun: "What a beautiful melon! What a beautiful melon." Says a patron to a stocker.
  • Seungri: and yes, but what a shame. What a shame, we're not getting in anymore.
  • Seunghyun: I CHIMED IN, HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF, STOCKING THE GODDAMN STORE, NO!
  • Jiyong: THAT IS ENOUGH

anonymous asked:

okay but ruby being really amazed by weiss when she tells her she escaped from atlas sneaking out and traveling to mistral via cargo airship

Ruby would be so proud of her - and I would love for Ruby to tell her that. To say “I’m proud of you” and for Weiss to just be so shook because she’s so rarely heard that. The next day Ruby wakes up with a big, store bought cookie on the table by her bed and a little note from Weiss that says I’m proud of you too.