how i answer the phone


“What would you do if you were here?”

Clint’s soft groan shivered into Bucky’s ear. He’d been gone for a month now, somewhere in Europe, somewhere with mountains and bad guys and spotty cell reception, and Bucky had been going slowly mad.

He wouldn’t have said relationship, before Clint had gone. There’d’ve been words like ‘convenient’, like 'buddy’, like the gentle fricative of 'fuck’ stretched out over a bitten lip. Perspective changed a little when you hadn’t slept right in a month.

“Which answer d'you want?” Clint said, and Bucky tilted his head, 'cos this wasn’t how things usually went.

“Which answers can I choose?”

“Phone sex, honest, us,” Clint rattled off like he was counting off on his fingers.

“Us isn’t honest?” There was a little more meaning in that than he’d meant.

“In a different way. That’s what you’re going for?”


Bucky could almost feel the long breath Clint let out against the skin of his neck, and the fraction of an inch between almost and could was hell.

“Well I’d kiss you first,” Clint said, and his tone said a lot about the colour of his cheeks. “Just a little, 'cos I’ve been travelling, and my face is like sandpaper, but enough to remind myself what I’ve been missing. What’s been missing from me.” And hey if those words weren’t a punch in the gut. “Then I’d wrap myself around you for a bit, probably. Shove my face in your neck and fuck the stubble rash. Squeeze you a little too tight, make you kinda uncomfortable, if I’m reading this wrong.”

“You’re not,” Bucky said. Had no idea what Clint would hear in his voice.

“Okay.” Relief. That was relief. “Then I’d haul you into the shower,” Clint continued, “make a fucking poor effort at getting you off, hands or mouth, whichever was easiest, drag you to bed and then pass out on you half way through a shitty hand job.”

“Sounds perfect,” Bucky said, no word of a lie.

“I’d make you breakfast in the morning,” Clint said, “maybe tell you I love you, I dunno, I haven’t figured that bit out yet.”

“Pretty sure I love you too,” Bucky said, and let out a shaky laugh. “Fuck, Barton, the hell was the honest answer?”

“Honestly?” Clint said, his words bending a little around a grin, “I’m outside your front door.”

So here are a few great tips for calling your reps, taken from an action group I follow on fb:

“Friends! As some of you know, I used to work on Capitol Hill as the person in charge of all the incoming phone calls to my Senator’s office. I have some insider tips to make calling your reps easier and quicker. 

1. Give your name, city, and zip code, and say “I don’t need a response.” That way, they can quickly confirm you are a constituent, and that they can tally you down without taking the time to input you into a response database. 

2. PLEASE ONLY CALL YOUR OWN REPRESENTATIVES! Your tally will not be marked down unless you can rattle off a city and zip from the state, or are calling from an in-state area code. I know you really want to give other reps a piece of your mind, but your call will be ignored unless you can provide a zip from their district. And don’t try to make this up; I could often tell who was lying very quickly thanks to the knowledge of the state’s geography. Exceptions to this are things like Paul Ryan’s ACA poll which are national. 

3. State the issue, state your position. “I am opposed to ________.” “I am in favor of _______.” “I am opposed to banning the import of phalanges.” I am in favor of a trade deal to lower the price of juice smoothies.“ That’s it. That’s all we write down so we can get a tally of who is in favor, who is against. It doesn’t matter WHY you hold that opinion. The more people calling, the less detail they have time to write down. Help them out by being simple and direct. This keeps calls shorter, allowing more callers through. 

4. Please be nice! The people answering the phones on Capitol Hill already had the hardest job in DC and some of the lowest pay as well, and for a month now their jobs have become absolute murder, with nonstop calls for 9 hours every day. Thank them for their hard work answering the phones, because without them our Senators could not represent us!

What does this sound like?

"Hi, my name is Mark, I’m a constituent from Seattle, zip code 98***, I don’t need a response. I am opposed to banning the sale of blueberries and I encourage the Senator to please oppose implementation of any such ban. Thanks for your hard work answering the phones!”

This is how I wish every caller had phrased their message. It makes it easier for the people answering the phones and takes less time and emotion than a long script. I know that you want to say why, but keeping it short and sweet helps the office answer more calls per hour, meaning more people get heard. The bigger the tally, the more powerful your voice.

Also, when you’re reading off the same script as 100 other callers that day… well…they know what you’re about to say, so you don’t need to use the whole script for your opinion to be heard!

Pick one issue each day, use this format (I am in favor of _____ or I oppose ______), and call your 2 Senators and 1 Representative on their DC and State Office lines, and you’ll be on your way to being heard.”

“You’re the one I want”

I am SOOOOO sorry it took me this long to start writing again. things just started coming up. Anyway, here’s a little Jason x Reader from Jay’s perspective :D 

There she was, lying on her bed without a blanket showing her slender body almost bare and her eyes half closed looking at the phone screen in front of her. She looked flawless, exactly how he remembers her before he died.

He looked like a pervert propping himself outside her window 12 stories high from the ground.

So he knocked.

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Her Running Away From Them but Them Finding Her: B.A.P



It wouldn’t have been the first time that YongGuk had managed to find you, but what was terrifying was the fact that he did it with such ease and grace, appearing before you with all his confidence and mock surprise of finding you. However, his aim was not to take you back, it was simply to play with you. To scare you. To make you paranoid of your surroundings and the people you acquaint yourself with.


After some time of you being away from HimChan, and on your way to finally rid yourself of worries that from every corner he might jump out to take you back, your mom called you, casually inviting you for dinner with a giggly voice which made you frown- it sounded too cheery to sound like your mother. And true enough, as you came for a visit at your parent’s house, there was a black sedan there- parked nicely facing the front door. That same black sedan that HimChan owned. And there he sat, with all his glory and smirks, at the head of the dining table, having introduced himself as your fiance. You couldn’t run then. Not anymore.


He would find you that same day, barging into your room with blood-shot eyes and a throwing knife in hand, aiming it at your throat as soon as he’d catch a glimpse of you. He would not forgive you easily, and consider you running away as a highest form of betrayal. Even if with force he would make you stay with him.


Knowing YoungJae, he most likely knew where you were going to go even before you decided to run away, and after you did run away, he had already managed to tape the place, listening in to your conversations and watching you go about your daily routine without even the smallest of knowledge of him watching. However, weeks later he would get bored, missing you, though being too petty to actually confirm that. So he decided to make the game a little more interesting, sending you a text asking to check a corner of your apartment where he knew was a camera hidden. Certainly, it was amusing to see you squirm in your little cage under his supervision, and he gave you time until your third moving till he’d come and get you back.


You knew JongUp inside and out, and simply moving to another city in Korea would not work- you knew that. He was a dangerous man; he was a predator. And in this case that made you out to be a big prey. Turns out moving to another country didn’t do it, either, as upon waking up to creaking floor-boards one night, you found him leaning against the threshold, hair messy and a grin on his face. “Already up, Beautiful?”


Stepping into your working place as if he owned the place, he would have his eyebrows furrowed, pouting with a little glare in his eyes. “How many times must I tell you to answer your phone whenever I called you? I was worried, you know?”

He simply denied the fact that you had tried to run away from him and would let you off easy, however if you tried to reject him once more, he would take you back with force, locking yo up in his own golden cage with your wings cut off.

schvylerhamilton  asked:

hello!! just wondering- how did wadsworth / the AM find out that mark had come back to dr bright? and why was joan so Not Surprised about them knowing about it?

When Wadsworth wants to know something, she finds out a way to know it. This is a quality that Joan is very familiar with. 


@koi-janai @jr-sih-trash

Here you go you two!

Sorry for the bad quality, didn’t noticed my stronger pen had no leads in it left…
Had this real perfect random shine though, so I tried to make it more appealing with filters.

Hope you like it~~

Thanks for sending in!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I work at a hospital, so I see people at their absolute worse. I don't get how someone just can't say hi especially when I answer the phone. They just demand to talk to a nurse/doctor. I get that u have a lot on your mind, ur worried, but is a hello so hard to say? A patient said hello to me and it honestly made my day. Like I was so surprised someone said hi it shocked me for an hour. and it's still kinda shocking because she still says hi, I'm a secretary & she acknowledges I'm a person

I’m learning so many different ways to be quiet. There’s how I don’t answer the phone, and how I sometimes like to lie down on the floor in the kitchen and pretend I’m not home when people knock … there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore.
—  Ada Limón, from “The Quiet Machine” in Bright Dead Things
Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 14


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

You walked into your dorm room in a haze, still not quite sure what to think of the previous night. Diane was there, and jumped off the bed as soon as she saw you.

“Where have you been?” She demanded as you sighed and sat down on your bed. “Do you know how worried I was? You didn’t answer your phone—what happened to your face?”

You touched your cheek gingerly where you had been struck, and were suddenly more aware of your still split lip.

“Don’t worry about it, the guy who did it now has a broken arm.” You didn’t add the fact that he also had some broken ribs, or the fact that Jaebum now wanted Yoongi dead.

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My North Star (pt 2)

Originally posted by cherry-jimin

A/N: again, not sure what I’m doing. Please give me feedback. Also in the future, I might write some parts from Jin’s POV :D

Genre: angst/fluff/romance

Characters: Jin x Reader, Hoseok x Reader

Summary: The one constant in your life, Jin, has been your best friend (and the love of you life) for as long as you can remember. That is, until the new girl comes into his life. 

Length: 2622 words

**italics = your thoughts

pt 1

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anonymous asked:

Pizza place worker. I always answer the phone "Hi, thanks for calling ---, How can I help you?" and I swear the amount of people who simply say "I want to order" or simply rattle off their order *for a place that isn't even ours* fuck with me. Shout out to the customer who wanted a sandwich with mayo and proceeded to continue ordering mayo items after being told multiple times that we don't carry that. Get the damn thing and then mayo on it yourself!

Sleepy Stilinski


Request-Being Stiles girlfriend and calling him when you cant sleep so he comes over and lots of cuddling? Also, good luck on your blog!


“How much do you love me?” I asked as Stiles answered his phone. It was almost two in the morning and I couldn’t sleep, so naturally I thought to call over the one person who can fall asleep in seconds and who also happens to be my boyfriend.
“A lot. Why?” he said, his voice muffled a bit by his face in his pillows. I knew his phone was on speaker and he was half asleep but I had tried everything to go to sleep and nothing was working.
“I can’t sleep, nothing I’ve tried is working and I was hoping that maybe you would get in that Jeep that you love so much and come over.” I answered, almost wincing as I said the last part. Everyone who knows Stiles knows that he loves his sleep, hell he needs his sleep or he becomes a drama queen, but I need my boyfriend. It was silent for a second, silent in my room, silent on the other line, just for a second before I heard movement on Stiles’ end of the call.
“You are lucky that you’re cute. I’ll see you in five.” He yawned out, hanging up and making me smile widely. I got out of bed, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket from my closet know that he would need his own or else I would be cold all night and he would be wrapped up in my blankets. Luckily, I have a full-size bed so there was enough room for two of us, but even with the bed being a good size, we always ended up as close as humanly possible. I’m sure that my hair looked like an utter mess, but I didn’t care and I know Stiles didn’t either. He was coming here to sleep, I could look like a zombie and he wouldn’t care or probably even notice. I put the pillow and blanket on my bed and then walked down stairs and into the kitchen to get some water. I always sleep better when I’m not thirsty and at this point I was just waiting for Stiles. When I heard, his Jeep pull into my drive way, I put the glass of water down and jogged over to the front door, opening it quietly and looking at a sleepy Stiles walk towards me. When he got close, his face illuminated by the porch light, me he gave me a sleepy smile and looked at what I was wearing, his 2nd lacrosse jersey, the one he uses for away games.
“Nice shirt, where did you get it?” He asked causing me to roll my eyes and pull him inside. My parents never cared if Stiles stayed the night because they knew we would never do anything rated R with them in the house but they did care if we woke them up. So, I just took Stiles’ hand and led him upstairs back to my room. Once I shut the door, I looked back at him and kissed his lips ever so softly.
“Thanks for coming over.” I whispered and he just nodded sleepily and looked around my room. My blue lights were on, something I can’t sleep without because the blue light calms me. I was wearing the most comfortable piece of clothing I own, well stole. My hair was still a little wet from the shower I had taken to try to relax. There was only one thing left to do, cuddle with my boyfriend until I fell asleep.
“Okay, sleep.” He said pointing to the bed, I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to it, laying down, with him doing the same. It took us both a second to get under the blankets, now it was just time to try to find a comfortable position. Stiles was laying in the middle of the bed, on his stomach with his arms above his head. I lifted his one arm and snuggled underneath it so my forehead was resting in the crook of his neck. It was a little bit of a weird position for us but I could already feel myself getting sleepy.
“(Y/N)?” He whispered as I snuggled as close to him as I could possible get, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. I just let out a small “mmhmm” wanting him to continue but not wanting to for a real word.
“I missed you. I’m glad you called. Get some rest baby, I love you.” He whispered, kissing my temple before laying back down in our new fount comfortable position.
“Love you too” I mumbled out before I let the sleep take over me. Ever since that night, whenever we sleep together we always end up back in that positon.

ruined-by-destiel  asked:

Maybe life doesn't always give you what you want, but it does give you what you need. In your case, life gave you Cas, and he got you. So yeah, maybe it wasn't what you thought you wanted at first, but it definitely ended up being what you needed. And he needed you, too. More than you probably know.

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