i am a girl though

I worked at a craft store the summer before college.  Here are my best (and the best of the worst) moments:

- A man bought 190 mason jars with lids.  I asked him if this was for a wedding, or if he was making jam.  He was doing neither.  He did not have plans for mason jars.  He just thought they were a really good sale.

- A woman bought her brother and his fiance a giant rainbow bow for their wedding present.  She whispered that they had been married before, but that the fiance had dressed as a woman and they wanted to make it real now that it was legal.  She shouted that rainbows are gay.  Her style is unusual.

- A little girl left finger-painted handprints on the inside of the back pockets of the pants I was wearing.  It was the most terrible case of “mistaken mother” I have ever experienced.

- A little girl came in looking for SWAPS for Girl Scout camp (pins you trade with other scouts at camp).  She asked me if I could help her even though I am too old to be a Girl Scout.  I showed her my lifetime membership card and the SWAPS on my keyring.  She told me I am her best friend, and came back two weeks later with a SWAP she had saved for me from camp.

- A woman came through with wedding supplies for her granddaughter and a very nervous outlook on the price.  I asked her what my name was, pretending to forget about my nametag, and when she got it right, pronounced her my good friend and gave her my friends-and-family discount.  She cried.  I might have too.

- A father bought his little boy a doll set.  The boy told me that the last set had been for his friend, but he had liked it much more than she did, so he was getting his own.  His baby sister was chewing on a monster truck.  I liked this family.

- I became known as the cashier who would give you the discounts under my register if you were nice.  The little old ladies who came in every yarn sale loved me.  My coupons and I were their heroes.

- The substitute teacher who had bullied me came through my line and smugly told me that her total was wrong.  I smiled politely and informed her that I had already given her the educator’s discount, but would happily take it off.  She was much less smug after that, as her daughter laughed her out of the store.

- A large woman with a 5 o'clock shadow came through my line.  I told her I liked her skirt.  She responded with the biggest smile I have ever seen.

- And finally, my favorite one:  a nine-year-old girl came up to my register with a stack of t-shirts and told me she had folded them for me, but could not reach where they belonged.  I told her most people would have left them on the floor.  She informed me that I was the cashier who helped her Girl Scout troop mate, and I quote:  "dang it, you do good things for good people!  I want to be a good people like you!“  and skipped out the door, before remembering her mother was still shopping and skipping right back in.

Sometimes, I love retail.

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Super old BnHa fanart I drew last summer. I decided to clean some up because I caught up with the manga today. It’s one of my favorite series!

People have to start respecting the vagina. Until every man is fighting for our rights, we should consider stopping having sex. I love men. But evil men? I will not tolerate that. You don’t deserve to be in my presence. If you’re going to own this world and this is how you’re going to rule this world, I am not going to contribute anymore until you change it. We have to realize our power and our magic. Because I am all about black-girl magic, even though I’m standing with all women. But this year? This year, I am so carefree black girl.

Janelle Monáe photographed by Nicolas Moore for Marie Claire Magazine

The Point of No Return - Part 1

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Your friendship with the maknae of BTS suddenly turns into something else. You don’t know exactly why or when this happened but you sure know there is no going back. Will you regret it in the end?

Words: 5k-ish

Genre: Slight smut, but not quite there. Yet.

Inspired by: The Point of no Return - The Phantom of the Opera (do me a favor and listen to it if tou haven’t already)


You felt your phone vibrate against your thigh while you entered the exam room to check on your patient for what seemed like the billionth time that day. It was an unusually slow day at the hospital, and that seemed like a great change of pace at first, but turned out to be very frustrating as you watched the hours pass by and tried to keep busy until your shift ended. Nothing had changed since your last examination 5 minutes ago, except that now you seemed to make Dubu’s (a very adorable abyssinian cat) owner a little anxious with the excessive attention they were receiving from you. You smiled at her reassuringly from across the exam table, while you scratched Dubu’s head caringly, silently telling them everything was okay. As you eyed Dubu’s iv fluid bag you noticed that it was almost over, and forced yourself to come to terms with the fact that you would have to discharge your only distraction for the night.

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I am a filthy kinda beautiful.
Smudged makeup and bitten lips,
I choke on half finished poems
and we all call what I cough up
lovely instead of lonely

the dirty kinda pretty where 
I drop G’s off the end of my words
without anyone sayin’ anythin' 
because I have a soft mouth
that I hear looks good for somethin’


an ugly hopeful, the point where prayer
is not enough and even the preacher knows,
hearing “Things are gonna get better”
and knowing it isn’t true,
it isn’t kindness,
they just don’t know what else to say


sloppy poetry, sloppy kisses, sloppy love,
I am a mess of a girl
callin’ herself Grown,
as though I still don’t cry myself to sleep
like I did when I was a child,
as though I still don’t dream
of something so spectacularly better 
it could only ever be called a fairytale

—  $0.06 Poetry || O.L.
I’ve Always Loved You. (Tom Holland.)

Requested – Yes. Sorry, that it took me five hundred years.  

Prompt – You are Harrison’s little sister and you confess to Tom that you have always loved him.

Warning – Somewhat angsty, but the majority is fluff.

Words – 1,475. 

Requests?

Confession. That word scares humans on a daily basis because it can have a positive or negative outcome. People like to take their chances, but the probability of it going their way is slim. Nonetheless, individuals do it anyways because the result could be the one the person wants. Everyone just has to be optimistic and never stop believing that anything can happen.

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diner girl | jughead x reader

Originally posted by alinok

a/n: this is a different type of piece so i hope you guys enjoy this! requests are open! 💋

“order up”

i blow a strand of hair out of my face as i pick up the next order waiting to the table at the back accomodating to a local couple, they were older but always order the same thing, two coffees and onion rings.

“here you go” i smile brightly placing the order out onto the table “if you need anything else’s just let me know” i smile picking up the empty coffee pot and wondering back to over to the counter

“louis and amelia in again?” hermione asks and i nod brushing the crumbs off my yellow waitressing uniform and adjust my name badge “yeah, i hope I’ll be like them when im older”

i sigh leaning against the counter earning a playful smack on my butt from the lodge woman “you’ll find someone your young gorgeous smart-” she emphasis the smart placing her hands under my chin “and a waitress you forgot to add a waitress” i tell her sarcasm laced in my words

the bell dings indicating more customers, i smile recognising them instantly; they were in my year at school one being Hermione’s daughter Veronica lodge the newest member, Betty Cooper the blonde cheerleader, Archie Andrews the red headed sports jock and musician and finally Jughead Jones

“now there’s an eligible bachelor” hermione smirks as the brunette boy smiles at me before slipping into the booth with his friends.

i blush a strand of hair falling in my face, the older ladies eyes widen at my response “let me go work some magic-” she smirks

“no H please please don’t embarrass me” i complain trying keep her from going over to the group

she grabs my cheeks in her hands and i dart my eyes to see if the group is looking and sure enough jughead is, he chuckles as we make eye contact and i furrow my brows in embarrassment.

i let her walk away as i wait another table trying to keep myself busy and i imagine hermione is telling the boys how im a lonely single 17 year old.

i walk over to my tables and refill some coffee mugs before i discretely glance over my shoulder to hermione and the teenager only to find they’re eyes already on me.

i glance at the brunette boy curiosity on his face and he watches me whilst popping tomato sauce drenched fries into his mouth. I’m quick to look away continuing to busk the tables.

i scoop up the half empty coffee pot and make my way past the table hoping that they wouldn’t notice me sneak past but i was sadly mistaken, the raven haired waitress pulled at my arm tucking me under her arm.

“just the girl i wanted to see” she muses, “you guys need anything?” i ask pulling out my notebook and placing the coffee pot down they shake their head conversation falling silent.

i top up veronicas mug with coffee and pick up my tray removing the empty milkshake glasses and onion ring baskets. i turn to leave put hermione grabs my shoulders pulling me back.

this throws me off and send my tray crashing to the floor the glass shattering and bits of left over food and milkshake flying everywhere. i cuss and drop down trying to clean it up as everyone stares.

a scream fills the small diner and we perk up trying to find the source of the scream, my eyes land on the red headed girl and instantly roll at the drama queen.

“you just got milkshake all over my new shoes!” she cries out pointing to her white pumps small droplets of chocolate milkshake splattered on them.

“sorry ill just grab you a napkin” i mumble stepping over the spill and handing her a clean napkin. she scoffs at me flinching away from my outstretched hand

“you can wipe it you spilt it” i bite the inside trying to remain calm, i bend down and wipe her shoes clean placing the napkin on my tray “can i help you in any way?” i ask and she clears her throat.

‘i’d like another strawberry milkshake free of charge for the inconvenience of your tragic waitressing skills” i pull out my notepad scribbling down her order “ill notify pop to remove it from your bill”.

she places her hands on the table “you might wanna clean up your mess now” she sasses her friends giggling at me.

i turn and collect the mop and the dustpan, hermione already crouched on the floor tending to the glass “hey its okay I’ve got this can you make sure cheryl gets her shake and mr green gets his cheese burger” she nods.

“i think pop need to re think his poor staff choices, a lodge and a (y/l/n) god he really lucked out” i concentrate on cleaning the spill and try and block out cheryl rude comments.

archie and the group watch my intently as i finish cleaning my mess and walk over to the blossom girls table for the bill. i pick up the scrunched up cash and head to the till when the red head grabs harshly at my wrist.

“now make sure that all that money makes it to the register wouldn’t want your sticky fingers thinking its a tip, you know with all your family history’ the girls snicker and i smile down at cheryl.

before heading over to the till “spoilt brat” i mutter “excuse me what was that?” “i said you spoilt little brat” i repeat myself crossing my hands across my chest.

“you miss blossom are a huge pain in my ass, you come here and harass us all and you think that its okay all because your last name is blossom’ i spit my anger boiling over “the way you treat people is disgusting”

she raises her eyebrows “its not my fault you can’t do your job properly klutz, don’t even think that i don’t notice you always refilling their glasses and baskets of fries without costing them” she argues gesturing to the group of four.

i walk up to the counter and empty my uniform of my tips and place it all in the till “there happy? now all their meals are paid for” she taps on the table “wheres my damn milkshake” i grab the milkshake off hermione and walk over to her

“one strawberry milkshake?” she smiles sweetly at me and nods, with a smile on my face i turn the cup upside down at let the shake pour from the glass o the top of cheryl’s head.

she screams and wipes the shake from her face “you you-bitch!’ she stand from the booth snickers coming from the booth behind me “get the hell out of my diner, oh and heres your money back yano for the inconvenience”.

she storms out and i glance at a very un impressed pop walking toward me with  a mop “she been harassing me and hermione for weeks pop i had to put her in her place” he huffs and shakes his head “just get it cleaned up kiddo”

a round of applause fills the diner and i grab the ends of my dress curtseying at the crowd “thank you thank you very much” i smile my gaze falling o=n the group smiles of amusement clear.

“id clean up your mess missy if you still want your job” hermione tease smacking my bum playfully “yes mama” i tease dragging the mop across the diner floor soaking up the spilt shake.

“I’m headed home V you coming?” her daughter stands from the booth biding a goodbye before walking past me a slipping a 50 in my apron “oh no Veronica i can’t take this”.

i remove it and try and hand it back to the raven haired girl but she shakes her head “uh uh you kept it- its your tip okay, and call me V thats what my friends call me and after tonight you are defiantly one” i sigh placing the money back in my apron.

“thanks V, see you around?” 

the blonde girl stands along with the red headed boy “it getting late jug we’ll see you at school” he nods continuing to eat his burger as the last of his friends leave the diner.

i grab the bill for my last two tables and star wiping down the booths removing them from empty dinner plates and drinks. it was just after 11 and everyone had cleared out leaving an eerie quietness leaving only a single customer; jughead.

i sit on the stool at the top of the diner waiting for pete to arrive for his shift so i could finally go home.

i walk over to the occupied booth nervous “hey” i say softly gaining the young boys attention, he tilts his laptop screen down smiling up at me “can i sit?” he nods and i slip into the empty seat opposite him.

its silent for a few seconds but he breaks first “(y/n) right?” i nod “thats me (y/n) (y/l/n)” i laugh nervously “jughead jones?” “the third” he adds smirking.

he pushes the bowl of fries over to me but i shake my head declining them and he shrugs plucking more and throwing them into his mouth. “heard a lot about you” he starts wiping his lips with his thumb.

my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes “oh really?” i state playfully “miss lodge seems to have an endless list of compliments about you-” i roll my eyes siting back my hand outstretched on the table top almost touching jugs.

“correct me if I’m wrong but are you perhaps single?” “as a matter of fact i most certainly am, you?” i move my hand closer to his our fingers brushing together. 

“i am in deed, there this girl though” he start continuing to flirt “there always is” i muse “she gorgeous actually, intelligent, funny and can actually be a pain the ass sometime but i like it” “maybe she just has a great sense of humour” 

he narrows his eyes “maybe, she has excellent taste in clothes too, but i almost never see her out of the incredibly yellow waitressing uniform” his eyes fall to my lips then back up to my eyes.

the bell rings and i look past jughead to see Pete entering giving me a small wave before clocking in. i slip out of the booth “you have a thing for ronnie’s mum?” i place my hand over my mouth faking shock.

he exhales laughing and shaking my head at me “told you she was funny” i grab my bag from behind the counter and push on the door starting my journey home when i hear the bell ding followed by heavy steps.

“(y/n) wait” i turn and start walking backwards “you need something?” i ask turning forward when he finally catches up “let me walk you home?” he questions and i sigh “fine this way” he laces his hands with mine and we begin the short trip to my house.

we create small talk until the familiar house comes into view “this is me, thank you for walking me home” he smiles shyly “anytime” i go to walk up he steps but he stops me placing his hands on my face.

he presses his lips to mine in a sweet warm embrace, i kiss back instantly my hands darting to his suspenders pulling his body flush against my own. he smiles into the kiss and i break away stepping back a few steps.

 “what about hermione?” i tease.

“oh be quite and get your cute ass over here” i walk back over to him wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss butterflies thrashing my stomach.

best shift ever.

anonymous asked:

Hey I just finished Acowar and I am screaming. With who do you want lucien to be?

I JUST WANT FOR HIM TO BE HAPPY FINALLY

Alright designers you have to scrape off your charred on skin and dirt you’ve had since childhood and create an entirely new ensemble from the jungle around you

Make it work!

Originally posted by doafhat