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Summary: Some people say they peaked in high school. I’m pretty sure I peaked at birth and my life’s been going downhill ever since. I used to think living alone would be some kind of a luxury, but losing my housemate and best friend, Jean, to the State of Goddamn Ohio, makes me realize how unsavory Bailey’s tastes in solitude. To avoid sounding miserable every time Jean calls, I let Levi, a seventeen-year-old transfer student I’d met on my birthday, move in with me. The gist of it: he’s hot. Our friendship takes a more intimate turn not long after he moves in, and I begin believing in lousy things; like fate, love, and Dollar Tree price tags.

Stuff My Dad Said During Hamilton (Act 2)
  • What'd I Miss: This guy sounds like a pompous asshole.
  • Cabinet Battle #1: That's that line you like. The shoe fitting one. You've said that too much...
  • Take A Break: Where's the third sister? Did she die? Is she okay?
  • Say No To This: ...damn...just...damn...
  • The Room Where It Happens: I want to feel bad for Burr but he's reminding me of those 'try too hard' kids. Like you.
  • Schuyler Defeated: I knew he was gonna turn into a huge dick.
  • Cabinet Battle #2: He sounds like you did in kindergarten. "He was my friend first!" I think you said that word for word.
  • Washington On Your Side: LANGUAGE!
  • One Last Time: If only he had known what was going to happen to our country...
  • I Know Him: And here comes the other George.
  • The Adams Administration: Spiteful little dude...
  • We Know: Snitches get stitches.
  • Hurricane: This guy's life kinda sucks...
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: No one ruining your life? Don't worry! Ruin your own...apparently.
  • Burn: If only she had actually burned him. Like. Revenge bitch.
  • Blow Us All Away: Oh yeah mini Hamiltons.
  • Stay Alive (Reprise): Does...Does everyone die? (Me: Eventually) Okay there's no need for smart ass comments.
  • It's Quiet Uptown: I'm now in like...a state of hurt and anger and...how?
  • Election Of 1800: That first note actually scared me...
  • Your Obedient Servant: Hamilton's disrespect? Doesn't Burr call his mom a whore every five songs?
  • Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: I've never been more emotionally hurt by a musical...
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Ah yes. I shall call this Act, "Stab You In The Heart Repeatedly".
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: ...who the fuck is telling Peggy's story?

[march study challenge] • 06/03/17

Day 6: science or humanities?

I used to take an even spread of both disciplines - two science subjects (biology and chemistry) and two humanities subjects (legal studies and economics), then dropped both humanities and kept both sciences. Then I went on a two-week science camp in January and enjoyed it so much that I want to study science (Bachelor of Science Advanced AND Honours!) at university, undertake postgraduate science study and do science research for a career. That, and the fact that today’s photo is my biology notes (wrote notes on meiosis to help myself understand it better in preparation for my test on Friday), hopefully answers today’s big question without me even having to explicitly state which subject I prefer.

(just in case you don’t know: I flipping love science. 100% certified science nerd. I would take 14 units of science if I could and I want to live in a lab for the rest of my life. I know this all sounds a little weird but pls just let me indulge my passions omg science is literally the best!!!)

Long Distance Love Jars.

Originally posted by riding-the-wavez

So, this was requested by @moonieraver and it is something I had already had the workings of written in my Google Docs. 

This is something that hits very close to home for me. My wife and I spent years in an international LDR (we met on Tumblr years ago, actually!) so I know the ups and the downs, the ins and the outs of LDRs. So while I don’t normally do requests anymore, I had this one mostly written and I can’t say no to something so close to my heart.

This can either be done when you are together physically, or over Skype (bc I know you live on FaceTime), whatever is best for the two of you! 

  • lavender - happiness
  • rosemary - love 
  • chamomile - balance 
  • thyme - courage
  • cedar chips/shavings - confidence in each other

Starting out, light a candle that you want to seal your jar with (if you want to seal it– you can use anything you can close up and wont spill these things out) and stating your intent. Imagine the flame and the heat spreading the intent through the candle.

Layer your ingredients, even maybe take time to talk to each other about how you see each layer manifesting itself in your relationship. You are welcome to include something of the other person’s as well in the jar, even if it is something that reminds you of them.

Close up your jar, seal it up if you are going to (I have an easy tutorial here if you need help!) You can also carve sigils into the wax or draw it on the jar if you would like to! 

If you feel like it ever needs a kick, don’t hesitate to stick in in the full moon light, I try to do this with any jars I am working with currently or want to keep using. 

Wishing you the best in this really tough situation– I know it sucks, it’s a long process and can definitely test any relationship. But I will say that any LDR I know that has worked out are the strongest couples I know. Magic is no replacement for commitment and hard work in a relationship, this just helps boost you along a bit easier. 

My other jars can be found here, and all my other original posts here

xoxo.

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Steal my car, I'll wreck your life.

Back story, i am apart of a small family-owned type used car dealership (cue used car salesman joke here) we have maybe 50 cars on the lot at any time and our main business is sub-prime or people with less than perfect credit. We truly want to help the people that can’t afford/have the credit to buy from a new car dealership. We’re actually very liked in our small community.

So recently I had these customers, lets call her wife and him husband (They’re early 20’s). They come into my store and I like them, they seem like a nice young couple trying to start their lives out, they have two very sweet little girls, and could just use a break. They have made some mistakes in their early lives and have less than perfect credit. I coach them on how to improve their credit and they seem sincerely interested in fixing it so I bust my ass to get them a loan with the wifes mother cosigning on a nice third row SUV. Wife is literally crying hugging me because every other dealer turned them down. Now they are a little short on the down payment so i take a check for the balance and we agree i’ll cash it on his next payday (Mistake number one) but pretty common in this line of work.

I forget about them until the next week when I drop the check at the bank along with other deposits. The next thing i know i receive a notice that the check has bounced. Along with a couple NSF fees attached for me, and the check comes back. It’s a dollar amount that is considered a first degree misdemeanor in our state, just under a felony. I reach out to wife to see what happened and how we can make arrangements to get this taken care of. The last thing I want to do is go after a young couple with two small kids. At first wife is a little shocked and insists the funds were pulled from their account and I show them the picture of the NSF check. She understands and says they can pay half in 2 weeks when she’s paid again and in another 2 weeks pay the other half. I agree to this and just take them on their word (mistake 2).

A couple weeks rolls around and I don’t hear from wife or husband and am now thinking i’ve been taken for a ride Ignoring my calls/texts/etc you get the point. I get a call from the bank and come to find out they haven’t made their first payment either.

Now with this particular bank if the customer does not make their first payment we have to “Buy Back” the deal. Basically we have to give the bank the money they sent us for the loan. After blowing up their phones and facebook they finally call me back. I get the sob story he got let go from his job and he just started a new one and mom is going to help them get back on their feet. I go through hell and high water with the bank to make a deal that if they make their payment they’ll keep the loan but i’m still on the hook if they miss any of the next 3 payments. Wife also tells me they’ll make payments to me on the bounced check once he starts getting paychecks. So i agree, they make their payment to the bank and i go about my life….Until the next month comes around.

I get an email from the bank saying wife didn’t make the next months payment and won’t answer their calls. At this point i’m furious and ready to just go get their vehicle. They won’t answer any of my calls and call mom, mom scrounges everything in her social security paycheck to help try to make the payment for them and is short. Wife and husband tells her they’ll cover the balance and of course don’t pay. Bank says deal is a buyback we need our money back for the loan within 7 days. Now the only way I can payback their loan is if my floor plan (Basically giant credit card we buy cars on) gets pictures of the car in my possession.

I try to call/text/email/message on facebook to get ahold of both wife and husband and they block me on everything. They’re basically just stealing the vehicle without paying. They even blocked mom who has been trying to help them get this handled, yes they screwed over their own mother in this ordeal. I just want the vehicle back and move on with life. So this is where i go @prorevenge on them.

I begin by dropping the check off at the local prosecutor, and they’re delighted to file charges against them. I do some skip tracing calling family members, all of which are more than happy to help because come to find out husband has had 7 jobs in 4 months and has burned every single family member with money they’ve borrowed. I find wifes Father on Facebook, Father has been trying to take custody of deadbeat wife and husbands 2 kids because of how they treat them. He informs me they are staying in sisters house right over the border (we are on the state line of 2 states remember this) I call up a repo company and even myself drive the hour to go get the vehicle. They’ve been hiding it in the garage (according to neighbors and repo company). I do some searching and find out they’re both on probation for stealing a bunch of stuff from multiple stores. So I of course find and call up Mrs. Probation officer to see if she has a last known address. I then mention to her they’re staying above the state line and bounced a very large check to me, and they’re facing fresh charges in my town, she appreciates the knowledge.

Now while I was up at their house one evening I talk to one of the neighbors (Who also hate them they’re always yelling at their kids and eachother) and convince neighbor to call me if they see the vehicle outside. It took one day, I get the call, I send a very large friend who lives nearby them to go get the vehicle. After many expletives, berating my friend, they hand over the vehicle. But not before finally calling me while he was there and tell me how they’re going to sue and blah blah.

I’m out quite a bit of money from the ordeal, but here’s the best part. I just found out by living out of state they violated probation and just got sentenced to 30 days in jail from that, and they also just had their “video court date”(because they’re currently in jail with the probation violation) with the local judge on the new charges of the bounced check. I got my vehicle back and guess what? Deadbeat wife’s Father got custody of the 2 kids.

guys but listen

  • so after the foxes win everyone starts paying attention to them
  • suddenly the press is all over their social media and wants them on talk shows and panels all the time
  • and they do it bc they could use some good publicity tbh and they rly need a bigger team
  • one day allison (her and neil are bffs now dont fight me on this i s2g) is watching tv w neil and he is rly into what’s happening and she pulls out her sc and starts taking a video
  • she holds the camera so both their faces show and goes “hey neil” and and when he starts to look over she kisses him on the cheek (allison reynolds does not give 2 shits about neil’s scars and she’s gonna show every1)
  • the video ends just as neil smiles
  • ppl on the internet lose their shit !! this video is everywhere
  • allison moved on from seth and NEIL JOSTEN is dating a teammate
  • so they go on a lowkey trashy talk show (and everyone warns neil to keep his mouth shut)
  • the lady is like “so neil i hear ur in a relationship with one of ur teammates”
  • all the foxes hold their breath he’s too unpredictable
  • wymack takes a drink
  • andreil arent hiding anything really they just dont do pda so neil is like “oh ya we like to keep our relationship private tho lets talk about exy”
  • and she is like “well it didnt look like you were keeping it private when allison posted this on her sc” and she plays the video
  • all the foxes start laughing except kevin, andrew, and aaron
  • allison is literally losing her shit and matt has trouble breathing for a few seconds
  • and the lady is like “…um did i miss something haha”
  • and nicky takes pity on her “we’re just laughing bc neil and allison are definitely not dating sry”
  • and she is like “???????????? but ur still dating a teammate”
  • kevin quickly redirects the conversation back to exy bc they do not have the time to sit here and talk about andreil’s love life jfc
  • she cant get anything else out of them
  • so ppl are just losing their minds for like a week trying to figure out who neil is dating when renee posts a pic on instagram of them w the caption “neil drove me to lunch and paid for my meal” ((they actually talk about andrew lol))
  • and now every1 is like omg !! this is it!!
  • so the foxes are doing a panel and they get through a decent amount of exy related questions and then
  • “i have a question for neil. would u like to comment on ur relationship w renee walker??”
  • “id like to comment that my relationship w renee is that we r good friends and that id like to talk about exy now”
  • they cant get anything else out of anyone
  • so now ppl rly confused bc neil is a Straight Man and only Dan is left but her and Matt are very publicly dating 
  • what kind of sexual deviancy is this ??????????? is neil josten engaging in some kind of polyamorous relationship with his teammates?????? no one can answer
  • ok so next talk show 
  • this woman barely gets the introductions out before she leaps right in
  • “neil are you currently in a relationship with dan wilds despite the fact that she is dating matt boyd?” 
  • neil has had enough
  • this boy just wants to play exy hes too old for this
  • he just stares at her
  • he cant even speak like who is this woman??
  • he didnt ask to dismantle heteronormativity in america but apparently he has to
  • “i dont have a gf”
  • she stares back
  • “are you no longer in a relationship with one of your teammates as you previously stated?????”
  • the foxes are getting worried neil might kill her
  • it’s getting very hard not to laugh
  • neil stares a little longer
  • “i dont have a gf
  • the host’s eyes widen
  • the audience goes silent
  • “am i to understand that neil josten, breakout exy player of the year, has just come out??”
  • ppl start clapping (some ppl boo and nicky starts to flip them off before kevin grabs his hand)
  • this woman has just gotten one of the best stories of her life on live television
  • she cant stop smiling
  • once again kevin steers the conversation back to exy (even when he isnt insulting ppl why does neil always have to cause problems ??) and doesnt let her go back
  • there’s wild speculation about which boy he’s dating bc it doesnt makes sense ?????/
  • aaron has been seen kissing katelyn after games
  • kevin and thea are now officially dating
  • nicky is v vocal about his bf (like 12 times a day on twitter)
  • matt and dan are definitely still dating
  • andrew is not capable of relationships ????? and him and neil hate each other ???/
  • the answer comes 3 weeks later
  • they are all in the girls’ room for a movie night
  • everyone but renee is slightly drunk
  • allison and renee take a cute pic
  • in the background u can kinda see neil asleep on andrew who in a rare display of affection actually has a hand in his hair
  • allison notices right before she posts it on instagram but andreil have already said that they arent rly trying to hide their relationship they just arent going to go out of their way just for crazy talk show hosts
  • and DAMN
  • the way they are leaning against each other is unmistakable (esp in light of recent news) 
  • neil josten and andrew minyard are in a relationship?????? have been in a relationship?????? the ppl need confirmation
  • neil’s twitter (that he uses to retweet exy players and occasionally start fights w them) is being blown up
  • finally he goes on twitter and makes his first original tweet 
  • “Andrew is my boyfriend.”
  • twitter literally explodes and “andreil” is trending for a week
Help Wanted, Alternate Ending

In a world where Ford’s interview took place a little later…

“Did you think we wouldn’t notice?” Holster scoffs, crossing his arms tightly against his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. “Did you think that just ‘cos we’re graduating soon that we wouldn’t care? Or that we’d be too distracted to pay attention to what was going on between you two?”

Dex and Nursey share a worried glance, sat on the Haus couch, pressed unnecessarily close. Dex swallows. They were doing so well at hiding it, too. And it was still new. He didn’t want pressure from the team potentially ruining the good thing they had going. Especially not their captains, who had a penchant for being… intrusive… even if they had good intentions.  

Ransom sighs, standing next to Holster, playing the disappointed father to Holster’s angry one. “We thought… you were better than this,” he chastises, shaking his head.

Dex furrows his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.

“It means that we saw what happened at breakfast,” Holster admonishes.

Dex and Nursey glance at each other, confused. Breakfast?

“And the flyers. The ones strewn across the pathway next to river quad,” Ransom adds. “Don’t think we didn’t put the pieces together.”

“Yo, I don’t really know what you guys are talking about,” Nursey explains, “but I think you might have misinterpre—”

“You’re fighting again,” Holster concludes, sighing. “I thought you’d gotten past this, you know. You guys were getting so much better. What happened?”

Dex has to cover his mouth with his fist to stop himself from laughing, and he can tell from the glint in Nursey’s eye that Nursey feels the exact same way. Fighting? No, they’re doing quite the opposite. Hell, they’re literally sitting so that their hands are touching – on a three-person couch no less.

“D-men stick together,” Ransom raptures. “And I understand that the closeness that Holster and I have going might seem a little hard to live up to—” Nursey raises an incredulous eyebrow at Dex, “—but that’s not what we want. You guys don’t have to be best friends, we just want you to at least tolerate each other. The team needs it.”

“What happened at breakfast, guys?” Holster asks. “We can work through this.”

“Uhh… nothing?” Dex tries. “What do you mean?”

“You normally sit next to Chowder at breakfast,” Ransom states, “but you didn’t. Because Nursey was there.” He raises an accusing eyebrow at the two of them.

“No…” Dex says slowly. “I didn’t sit next to Chowder because Tango needed help with his CS homework, so I sat next to him. And also because me, you and Whiskey needed to be in the same comic panel so we could do the whole ‘soft same’ bit—you know what, never mind.”

Holster huffs, clearly disbelieving. “Sure. And the flyers? You just dropped them by accident? Or did you throw them in frustration because you two were fighting?” he accuses.

Dex squints. “Well, you’re not totally wrong, but…”

“Look,” Ransom says, “we get it. You guys are different people with different outlooks on life. And maybe, I dunno, Dex feels like Nursey doesn’t really respect that.”

“Um, not really?” Dex says.

“Yeah, and maybe Nursey feels like Dex doesn’t respect his perspective,” Holster adds, glancing at Ransom.

“That’s not—” Nursey tries to interject.

“Well maybe Dex feels like Nursey doesn’t really know him as well as he thinks he does,” Ransom huffs, stepping closer.

“Maybe Nursey just wants what’s best for Dex,” Holster scoffs, crossing his arms and looking away. “Maybe Nursey thinks that Dex doesn’t believe in himself enough and that he gives up without even trying—”

“Maybe Dex thinks that this isn’t any of Nursey’s business!” Ransom yells. “Maybe Dex can make his own decisions about his future!”

“Maybe Nursey knows that Dex is better than this!” Holster spits. “Maybe he knows that Dex can be anything he wants if he tried!”

“Well maybe Dex doesn’t know what he wants!” Ransom shouts, desperately. “Maybe the only thing he knows he wants is that he wants to spend more time with his best bro while he figures it all out!”

Holster swallows. “Yeah?” he says, softly.

Ransom nods, holding back tears. “Yeah. Nursey and Dex… they’re bros, bro.”

Holster sniffs. “Dude…”

A door slams closed. Ransom and Holster turn to find the couch empty. Outside, through the window, Dex and Nursey sprint away from the Haus as fast as humanly possible, their hands tightly clasped.

“Rude,” Ransom huffs. “We were in a middle of a d-man sesh.”

“I know, right.”

*What’s Her Username?* Peter Parker x Reader

[REQUESTED BY ANON]

Summary: The Avengers have heard a lot about Peter’s girlfriend, Y/n. They want to meet the girl that Peter is crazy for, but first they must stalk her social media.

Word Count: 1084

Notes: This is probably very poorly written and I’m sososo sorry about that but tysm for requesting such a cute fic!

Status: Unedited.

Tags: @f-b-a-w-t-f-t and @momosakaki-san because they write some of the best peter fics that i have ever read!

Originally posted by randombitsoffandom

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… Wounded hearts, broken hearts–darling believe me, it’s all the same to me. It’s just proof that I’ve tried my best to live the way I’ve always wanted to, and that I’ve lived and loved in a way that deserves a happy ending. I’ve given my all and left it all out there, in all manner of misguided hopes and sincere, ignorant dreams. Not once have I told you a lie, nor denied you my very best. So go. Go ahead. Leave or stay, it won’t make much of a difference. If I were a war veteran and you quantified my heart’s pain in battle scars, I’d be missing half a face, a couple of limbs and be in a catatonic state. What’s one more ugly scar? I’ve been through hell time and again, and I’ve come back every time. I’m a survivor, you see. My heart is broken, but I’ll survive you too. I just dearly wish I wouldn’t have to.
—  highfalutinman - Excerpts From a Letter in Invisible Ink
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Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.


Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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saeranshoe  asked:

Are requests still open? If so can I request what type of pizzas (you know like toppings and controversial things like pineapple) the RFA, V and Saeran would eat

Yes they are (: 

~omg i love this…okay 


◉ Yoosung 

  • B A C O N 
  • NO VEGGIES 
  • STUFFED CRUST 
  • He wants it greasy 
  • Like, a normal person would blot it with a napkin but not Yoosung
  • He likes the grease 
    • “It adds flavor!!”  

◉ Jumin 

  • Italian Neapolitan pizza (pizza napoletana)
  • Ingredients for its creation are :
  • San Marzano tomatoes
  • Mozzarella cheese (sometimes made from the milk from water buffalo raised in the marshlands of Campania and Lazio in a semi-wild state)
  • natural Neapolitan yeast or brewer’s yeast and strong flour with high protein content 
  • Of course he would choose a fancy pizza 

◉ Zen 

  • HAM AND PINEAPPLE 
  • I JUST KNOW IT 
  • He thinks it is healthy 
  • Because of the pineapple 
  • He loves the taste of the ham 
  • Though, he doesn’t eat it often because pizza is pizza and it’s still not the best for you 

◉ Jaehee 

  • Thin crust !!!!!
  • BBQ Chicken 
  • Mmmmm 
  • She lives for this pizza 
  • The BBQ is so sweet and tangy and then mixed with the chicken is just amazing 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • DEEP DISH 
  • Double cheese 
  • Supreme toppings 
  • He loves sausage and peppers, just everything 
  • Give him all the toppings!! 

◉ V 

  • He also enjoys thin crust! 
  • Margherita pizza !! 
  • With artichoke hearts added 
  • The veggies are soooo good 
  • He loves tomato 
  • He can finish a whole pizza by himself 

◉ Saeran 

  • Pepperoni.
    • “What??…I just want pepperoni, okay?” 
  • Yeah he is plain jane 
  • HATES SAUSAGE (Saeyoungs fav topping) 
    • “Disgusting, get that shit away from me.”
  • He doesn’t care what crust or anything 
  • Just give him a pepperoni pizza 
  • And some red pepper flakes 

“Steinbeck’s seiyuu loves the Steincraft friendship, there was a challenge to draw Q’s doll and he drew Lovecraft and wrote “my best friend”

who needs a bsd movie when you have confirmation that a plant boy and his squid pal have a warm, heartfelt friendship that defies all the odds

Fuckin ancap memes infiltrating my tumblr because  American conservatives are reblogging them…

Alright, the ancaps can believe whatever dumb shit they want, I don’t care. But as a shoutout specifically to my American followers this meme is 100% anti-constitution. 

Section 8 (of the US Constitution) 

1: The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defense and general Welfare of the United States; but all Duties, Imposts and Excises shall be uniform throughout the United States;

There you go. If you want to live in the United States and have your rights protected by the US military you best believe you’re gonna pay federal taxes. So get the hell over it. 

I can’t believe I had to make this goddamn post. 

i have so many headcanons about bendy and the ink machine. specifically what the cartoon was like

i like to think that boris was a wolf that was looked down by everybody because of how “stupid” he was. this is the olden days where mental illnesses weren’t recognized so much and the ones that were were viewed as dangerous. so once boris’ parents passed on nobody was really willing to be there with him. he has managed to get some work, but it doesn’t pay much. and he’s so very lonely. he just wants a friend. a best friend even! how great would that be? but nobody wants him around… 

then he came across a local church that was warning people about summoning demons. about how horrible it was the terrible cost to pay. but boris heard that when you summon a demon you can get anything as long as the proper price can be payed. boris doesn’t have much, but a best friend is priceless! somebody to have fun with and play board games and go to the movies and help comfort each other when they’re down. boris was willing to pay whatever terrible cost to get a best friend. 

it takes a long time, but after lots a research and some shady deals has everything he needs to summon a demon.., no, his new best friend!! he performs the ritual, citing the proper words when the candles around him go out despite there being no wind. a chill fills the air and the candles relit with black fire. a dark cloud starts building in the center of the circle and grows taller. boris briefly wonders if this was a good idea when POOF. the clouds disperse and there stands a short demon, his face is blank. then he blinks and glances around the room. he spots boris who has scooted back a few feet and looking a bit scared. the demon grins. he walks towards boris, closing the distance between them. boris is in too much shock to move. and then the demon sticks out his hand, still smiling but never speaking a word. after a couple seconds boris catches on and grabs the demons’ hand, allowing him to pull him up from the floor. 

once boris is up on his feet the demon starts shaking his hand and looks quite pleased. boris grins and shakes his hand back. after a few seconds the demon lets go and stands back a little, looking at boris expectantly. 

boris starts, “my name is boris! what’s yours?”

the demon lifts and waves his hand above his head. sparkly letters appear spelling out ‘bendy’. 

“that’s a nice name! so, um, i was wondering if you could help me?”

bendy nods, smiling a bit wider

“could you be, um, sorry if this is silly, but will you be my best friend?”

bendy’s smile drops and he blinks a couple of times. he’s never heard of such a strange request before, but then his smile returns full force and he nods again enthusiastically. this could be fun

boris is beside himself with happiness. he’s got a new best friend!! how exciting! he tries to hug his new friend, but bendy steps back out of reach. boris is a bit confused. bendy twirls his hand in a circle looking at boris like hes expecting more. boris remembered that one important detail.

“oh! um, well, what do you want in return?”

bendy smile widens. this stupid wolf just gave him free reign over what he could ask for. he could ask for his soul and then drag him back to hell. or ask for him to gather people so he could take their souls and take them back to hell. …but it has been a long time since he has been in the living world. he doesn’t want to leave so quickly. 

while bendy thinks his face takes on an expression of deep thought. boris starts thinking about the things he could probably give up. his home? would living on the streets be worth it? umm, lets just look over all the other options first. his life? ehh… his senses? sight or hearing? taste? would those be good? …what could a demon do with a sense of taste? no, it should be something useful. his job? well, uh….maybe. then boris was struck with a thought

“at the bakery i work at,“ bendy glances up, “we make lots of desserts and the workers are allowed to take home a couple after work. i could give those to you? would that be enough?”

bendy blinks and thinks it over. he’s always loved human food, especially sweets. but that doesn’t cut it for all the boris is asking for-

“and i suppose i could let you stay at my house, and provide meals?”

that’s better. not only would he be gifted meals, but he has been given permission to stay in the living world. for all that’s provided its just barely enough, but hey, boris didn’t state that he had to be a good best friend now did he?

bendy looks at boris and grins while nodding. boris has got that look on his face again that looks like he’d explode with excitement. he holds out his hand.

“so its a deal?”

bendy grabs his hand and shakes. boris feels a weird sensation creep through his hand and into his entire body. he suppresses a shiver as he feels the weirdness settle in his chest. the candles light shifts from black to yellow and the air loses its chill. boris blinks at the sudden shift, but then smiles widely and gathers bendy up into a hug. bendy’s smile looks strained, but he allows it. 

and then over the course of the cartoon you see all the wacky adventures they go through, mainly spurred by bendy’s trickster nature. and then as they spend more and more time together bendy behavior starts to shift. you dont spend several months with an oblivious wolf who is kind to a fault without something changing. 

the tricks he pulls on boris start becoming less harsh and he starts pulling pranks on the people who hurt boris. they get mad at him and say that he should keep that thing under check. boris gets really mad at that comment and says that bendy is just having fun and they shouldnt be so cruel. and they keep arguing and of course bendy hears it all. he’s never heard boris so angry before and at that moment he realizes just how much he means to boris. he vows to pull even more tricks against those nasty jerks. 

and more episodes pass as bendy keeps up his promise to himself until an episode called, “boris is missing” happens. obviously, boris is missing leaving bendy quite confused. he’s not in the house anywhere and although its boris’ day off bendy checks his work too. he’s not there either. bendy tries not to worry about it, but then he remember those jerks who would hurt boris and he wonders if maybe they took things too far and he’s hurt somewhere. so he went to the hospital to check, but they say they dont have him. he’s starting to panic at this point, because boris is always around with bendy and for him to just disappear like this… something must be wrong. 

he checks all the alleyways. nothing. he checks the stores. nothing. the park, the library, the entire town. nothing. bendy just feels straight panic. has he been kidnapped? is he trapped in somebodies cellar? is he in some trunk of a car heading out of town? aaaaaaah, calm down, uhh, maybe there are some clues at the house he missed? a note stating where he went? bendy runs back to his house. he opens the door and

BOO

bendy silently screams and falls back. he looks up and boris is standing above him. he had a wide smile on his face which dropped into deep concern once he saw bendy’s face. he immediately starts apologizing and saying he didn’t mean to startle him so much, bendy pulled lots of pranks so he thought he’d prank him too. it was stupid he shouldn’t have done that, he didn’t think bendy would get so scared from a boo. 

boris is kneeling by bendy as he keeps saying sorry and bendy’s expression is blank as he tries to understand everything. after about half a minute it clicks and bendy starts shaking. boris becomes even more worried cause oh my gosh, i just ruined this friendship and he’s shaking in anger and why did i think this was a good idea? but then bendy tilts his head back and he’s laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face. and now boris is the one who’s confused. he isn’t sure what to do when bendy wraps his arms around him and he realizes with shock that for the first time bendy is hugging him. he gladly hugs back. 

and in the episodes after that bendy hugs boris a lot more often and becomes more touchy-feely in general. he still pulls a few pranks on boris, but they’re incredibly mild. like when he pies boris in the face but boris is happy saying that its his favorite flavor. and when anybody tries to hurt boris like before for some ‘strange’ reason something horrible happens to that person. such as when mr. tiller called boris a useless moron and somehow a piano landed on his head. people learned quickly to stop harassing boris. 

and the show goes on like that with bendy and boris being best friends and getting into shenanigans. 

so now bendy wouldnt trade boris for anybody in the world. and he’d get awfully mad if, say, boris had his chest ripped open. oh, he’d want to hurt whoever did that to his best friend in the worst way possible. 

Block my driveway? I'll go ahead and take your vehicles.

(warning: long story)

Friday night here in the country can get a little crazy sometimes so I don’t mind when my neighbors cause a ruckus or loud party as long as its not too crazy. Tonight I’m on call for Virginia State Police towing rotation which means I’ve got 25 minuets to get to where ever the wreck/DUI/impound/etc is.

As luck would have it, my neighbors are having a party and guess what’s blocking my driveway? That’s right, about 25-30 cars. I live down a dirt road at the end of a cul-de-sac, and its pretty narrow. One in one out type of deal, and with this rain we’ve been having, parking in the grass/clay/mud is really not the best idea. Even with a 4x4 it can still get tricky.

I noticed a few cars coming in early this evening and walked over to my neighbors and made it pretty clear I was on call and as long as they didn’t block the road or my driveway all would be good. No problems here. Well I get a call from my boss asking if I can go warm-up the Rotator and the light duty flatbed (tow trucks). Its about 12:30AM so I get my boots on and other gear because if I’m up I might as well stay at the shop and clean a few things to stay busy and make the night move along.

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Pajamas

Originally posted by charrytommoto

Yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff, romance

AU: best friend!AU x Jungkook

Warnings: Suggestive language, swearing

Words: 4170

Author/admin: HO

Beta: FeeFee

Request:

Anonymous said to kpop-reads: Your best friend, Jungkook, text invites you over to the BTS dorm and says it’s fine that you’re only wearing pjs cause he knows it’ll fluster his Yoongi hyung 

Author’s note: I wasn’t going to write anything for this blog and just remain a Beta. But this request was too good to pass up. Thanks for the glorious idea!

Summary:
In which your best friend has his friends’ best interests at heart, despite being a little shit.

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ladyoftheheart  asked:

Hi, I absolutely love your batboy X reader imagines. Can I request one of Damian being jealous of Jason's S/o as he sees her as a Sister figure and wants her to himself?

I wasn’t too sure what you meant but I decided to take it with stride! You requested Damian being jealous of Jason right? Because Damian wants Jason’s s/o to him? At least that’s what I think you want but nevertheless! Sorry if it’s short and thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy!


Damian frowns as he stares at you cradling Jason to your chest when Jason flops down on the couch after a taxing mission. He ignores the jealousy burning in him and tries his hardest not to let his disdain show far too much. He honestly does not know what you see in Todd. Damian feels a little bit conflicted because if you didn’t get together with Todd, there was no way he could probably have meet you and that, in itself, was a scary thought.

“How was patrol, Jay?” You ask him when Jason made himself comfortable on top of your chest. You ran a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp lightly just as he likes it. Jason murmurs something incoherent and you nudge him. “Actual words, babe.“ 

Jason pulls back to roll his eyes at you. If that was anyone else, you would have smacked them already but alas, it was Jason. "Had some close calls but other than that, ’s fine.” He mutters, recalling the events that took place during patrol. “At least none of us got injured this time around.”

You frown slightly but nod your head nonetheless. “At the very least, you are still keeping your promises so I can’t truly be mad.” You press your lips against his and Jason smirks in to the kiss. He pulls away after a bit. 

“I’m going to hit the showers first.” He slowly pulls away from you before pausing entirely to give you a look. “You’re welcome to join me if you want.” He smirks at you and you playfully swat at him.

“Just go take your damn shower, Todd and come back here later.” You tell him and Jason lets out a chuckle before pressing a kiss atop your head. He turns around to leave but is surprise to see Damian standing there. 

“Yo, Demon Spawn. I didn’t notice you.” He laments and Damian narrows his eyes at Jason. 

“It would mean that you would have eyes at the back of your head, Todd.” Damian says smartly, before heading towards the couch to sit down a minute distance from you, arms crossed. 

Jason shrugs his shoulders. He has got to admit now that he has spent some time with the Demon Spawn, he wasn’t that bad of a kid. “Okay,” Jason decides to leave the two of you be and heads for his bedroom. 

Damian then turns to look at you only to flush slightly because you are looking at him. He thinks it’s silly that you are going out with Todd especially because you could do so much better without Todd and again, the frown on his face deepens because if you had not met Todd, how was he supposed to meet you?

You smile before shaking your head. His attitude sometimes reminds you of your pet hedgehog, Bo. Or rather, Bo reminds you of Damian. They were so alike and you find both of them extremely adorable. Jason has always told you that Damian cherishes the ground you walk on mostly because he sees you as a respectable older sister figure. Though sometimes, Jason would grumble over how much Damian likes to hang around you too.

“Nothing, Damian. How was your night?” You ask him. Honestly you were honored Damian looked up to you as an older sister. Being the youngest in the family, you had no one looking up to you and you have always wanted a younger sibling even if this younger sibling came in the form of Jason’s youngest pseudo brother. “Jay told me the two of you had a couple of close calls.”

Damian nod his head curtly. “Yes, that is correct.” It was not any of their faults and he remembered Jason going through the bad villain rather quickly because in the midst of fighting, Jason had promptly told him to make it quick because he wanted to go home to bed, to (your code name). “Sister.” Damian calls your attention and you nod your head, prompting him to go on.

“Are you happy?” He questions as he looks away from you to stare blankly ahead.

You furrow your eyebrows together. “That is very subjective, Damian.” You point out. “But if you ask me if I am happy in general, yes, I am. Am I happy with my current life? It worries me whenever Jay or you or any of the family goes out for patrols or dangerous missions but I know that all of you will always try your hardest to come back home so that is a relief.” You explain and Damian turns to look at you once more with an unreadable expression. “Am I happy with Jason? Absolutely. Of course, like any other couples, we fight with each other and sometimes it’s always over the silliest things like leaving the toilet seat up!” You grumble but Damian snorts at your revelation – it seems like Todd has a habit of leaving the toilet seat up. “But we still love each other very much and I absolutely adore him.”

Damian nods his head slowly. His brain is now formulating another plan – he really wants to keep you to himself because you have never treated him like the adult he thinks he is but rather as a kid that is growing up, that craves for attention, affection and whatever it is that Damian needs. Perhaps if you stay in the family, stay with Jason and if Jason proposes to you, Damian will have that bond with you forever.

He nods his head curtly at your explanation before giving you a small smile. “Thank you for entertaining my questions, sister.” You smile at him before pulling him in a brief hug. If this was just about anyone, Damian would have shove them so far away but this is you – so Damian just accepts the hug. He pulls away quickly though when he hears Jason’s obnoxious steps. “I will leave you to Todd now.”

Damian pecks your cheek and leaves the living room just in time to catch Jason walking towards where he had just come from. He stops Todd from advancing any further. Jason stares at Damian. “Best you put a ring on sister’s finger, Todd.” He states before leaving Jason surprised by what he had just said.

Jason walks to you still somewhat dazed by what Damian had just said. Did the brat go through his bag again? He could have sworn he hid the ring box very carefully.

Danger In Fiction: The Parasite

‘He stumbled down the path he newly laid, loose papers falling from his messy ink-stained notebook. The Author’s heart was nearly beating out of his chest; frantically writing a way out of the woods and trying to hold back the searing pain of the bullet in his back was proving more difficult than he expected. But he still kept going, scribbling page after page after page to keep his path clear. He’d be out of the woods soon enough. He just need to keep going…

He stopped?…

After a moment he… threw his notebook to the ground. He started to look around the woods, spinning on the spot, his eyes wide and scanning every detail around him.

He spoke suddenly.

“Who are you?! How are you doing this?! Stop it!”

His voice hurt after his screaming beforehand. The pain in his back increased suddenly and he flinched, clutching his back and hissing in agony.

“STOP IT!”

He screamed. The pain subsided-

“STOP NARRATING ME!!”

“Nobody controls me!! Nobody!! I can write things into being!! I am the one in control!!”

Ha ha.

How foolish the Author has become. How little he understands his own power. And how little he knows about how much danger he is currently in if he doesn’t keep moving-

“I don’t care!! Stop narrating me!!… I can write my own way out of this! I don’t need anyone’s help!”

The Author stared at his notebook, for an embarrassingly long time-

“SHUT UP!… Ok, ok.”

He writes…

“The Author… looks up from his notebook to see the path continuing through the woods. The path weaved around trees… as not to give anything following him the chance to catch up with him!”

This was a foolish thing to write-

“Shut up!… he started to follow the path, safe in the knowledge that he would soon he out of the monster infested woods and back to civilisation!”

… The Author followed the path, unaware of what a stupid mistake he’d made.

“What do you mean?”

In the distance behind him was a hungry roar. The ground began to rumble as one of these ‘monsters’ caught his scent and would now proceed to chase him down on this new, completely obvious path.

“What?! No!-”

He started to run. He ran much faster than before, as if the bullet in his back had completely vanished… but the monster was catching up to him. He started to weave around the trees the path had placed, but the monster merely thundered on, ploughing through the trees, and the weaving only slowed the poor Author down. The monster leaped at him- the Author suddenly stopped running- he headed back, trying to run past the monster in the other direction, thinking he could fool the creature…

The Author lay face first into the ground, his notebook torn and pages scattered around him. The monster had gone, thank goodness, but the Author… The monster’s hand had caught him on the way past, dragging its huge razor sharp claws across his face… shredding the skin around his eyes, and nearly his eyes themselves, to a gruesome and unfortunate result. He had his face in his hands, blood dripping through the gaps in his fingers…

He didn’t have to create the monsters. He could have left them out, made a simple path out of the woods. Not mentioned them at all. But he was greedy with his power, and this is what happens when you get greedy.

“…I couldn’t help it… I write horror for a living… I… I couldn’t help it.”

I step out from the darkness, revealing myself to him finally. I had searched for a raucous cry of betrayal that woke me, and I found him, lying in his own blood, growling his every breath in pain. I pitied him. He was betrayed. All he wanted was cooperation. All he wanted was his ‘characters’ to respect him. But he couldn’t control everything. And only now has he finally realised that…

He sat up and lowered his hand from his face. His eyes were a mess. His left eye was ruined; it was difficult to tell which bloody cut was the lip of his eyelid. His right eye… although he could open it, it stung to feel the air rest on his eyeball-

“STOP IT!! I KNOW HOW IT FEELS!! STOP IT STOP IT!!…”

He lay his hands on the ground suddenly. He started to grab at the air, fumble through the ground… He paused…

“I can’t see.”

It was hard to tell through the trickles of blood, but by his shuddering breath, it was clear he was crying.

“I can’t see…”

“I’m blind… I’m finished. I can’t write anymore. I’ve lost everything that means anything to me!!”

He continued to sob heavily.

Now more than ever before did I pity him. Such a wonderful talent should never go to waste. All he wanted was to express his abilities…

I could help him. You see… I have powers too. Like him, I can control what happens, not by writing, but by speaking. He saw for himself. I was the one who helped him get on his feet when he was shot down, I was the one who walked him out of the cabin, I was the one who got him so far… until he took control and screwed himself over- but anyway, I could help him… if he helped me.

I have this power because I am not human, as he guessed. My kind are born with this power… Our name is unpronounceable and our species is unknown. But I guess the best way to describe our kind is… a parasite. Sounds off-putting, I know, but it is true. A parasite meaning, an organism that can only live by the means of another creature…

A host.

The Author’s head raised from his hands. I peaked his interest.

I can give you back your power to bring whatever you want into being. Although you can’t write anymore, you could still narrate! You would become omnipresent, you would know everything that will happen, even without seeing it! You could proudly state what would happen in the next minute, 5 minutes, 5 days, weeks, even 5 years and know you will be correct, for whatever you say will happen will happen! You can get everything back… just let me in.

“Ok.”

Thank you, Author.

“....”

“The Host took a deep breath in… and out. He stood up, tall and proud, taking in another few breaths… it felt good to feel cold crisp air filling his lungs. He took a long look around him. Through these new eyes… he saw everything. Everything that was going to happen. Everything that will happen. The Host smiled, knowing he would find a new place to start over, new… friends to meet, new places to go, new goals to accomplish.

He turned and walked down the path leading directly out of the woods, leaving the scattered pages of his notebook behind.

And the Host was happy.”’

|A THEORY|

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Pure unadulterated nonsense

LENGTH:3k

A/N: This is only the beginning. You have been given fair warning dolls ~Admin Kae💋

“I dare you”

I scoffed at Jimin’s words.

“You think I won’t do it?”

“Oh please, you don’t have the balls darling” Jimin chuckled lightly.

I felt my face heat up at the statement fiercely.

“I’m not some school girl Jimin, I’ve kissed a man before” I bristled, bitterness settling in my tone.

“So have I sweetheart. That doesn’t mean a thing anymore” Taehyung called from the background.

I muttered a ‘fuck you’ whilst Jimin continued his relentless teasing and, much to my dismay, it was working exceptionally well.

“Look sweetheart, all I’m saying is you’re too innocent to test out any of what you’re saying right now. Nothing offensive but even if you really did want this, you’re telling me you could go and kiss all seven of those men out there right now? Including Yugyeom?” Jimin questioned in that low soothing tone of his, which only served to irritate me further.

“In short, you’re all bark and no bite baby” Tae clarified.

“Fuck you both” I hissed, with no real malice might I add, into the phone.

“Time and place” Taehyung’s husky tone came through strong and clear, voice devoid of all previous playfulness and light demeanor.

I was thrown off and taken aback by the sudden husky tone in Taehyung’s voice, effectively silencing me. After a few more moments of silence, I heard Taehyung’s deep laugh mixed in with Jimin’s lighter one.

“You can’t even handle my voice, Let alone those 7 seven men right outside your door”.

I should’ve done the logical thing, laugh at myself and pass it off as a joke or simply hang up. But my pride had other ideas, dictating my conscious as I hissed “watch me” and pressed ‘end call’. I groaned in frustration, flopping backward onto my bed as I stared up at the ceiling through the obscured vision of my curls. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to let my pride get the better of me like this? I was given my answer as I walked over toward my mirror, making sure I looked presentable. My shorts clung to my frame, the denim shaping my ass nicely and showcasing my legs. The slightly oversized off the shoulder light sweater I was wearing hung loosely off of my frame. I sprayed perfume on my pulse points and made sure the stray curls falling from my messy bun framed my face the way I wanted it to before walking out into the living room where I found the guys. Jackson was leaning on Mark on the couch along with Jinyoung and JB. Yugyeom was on a separate couch with Youngjae and Bambam spread out on the floor, all engrossed in something on TV. I took a deep breath while toying with the ring on my finger, trying my best to ignore my nerves, before speaking.

“Guys?” I squeaked.

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