i saw this in my local mall

anonymous asked:

When freestyling, how do you approach a man? what do you say? "beautiful watch. Do you have a wife?" Obviously not that, but do men appreciate being hit on by hot 20 year olds or would they prefer the first move?

I was at a local mall a few months ago, and I was waiting for the elevator from the underground parking lot. I saw this hot man in his early 30s walk out of a nice car, and he was wearing a Gucci watch. I asked him: ‘isn’t that a women’s watch?’ He responded: ‘I hope not’ and he ran into my again at the mall and told me that he was looking for me. We really hit it off, he told me he would come back in half an hour after his meeting, and I said sure you will. He actually came back. We hung out the whole day, I saw his massive house and fancy cars, and I found out that his parents own a pharmaceuticals company. No, I didn’t fuck him that day. A few days later, he was really flirty via text, and I told him I knew what he wanted… he asked me what I wanted… this was the man who offered me $3000 to fuck.

I’ve complimented a lawyer I saw at Starbucks about his gucci scarf too, and that went well. I think you just have to put yourself out there. It’s not so much about what you talk about, but how you approach them and present yourself. I’m never loud and rowdy, I smile often, walk with confidence, etc. Secure men enjoy women with confidence, and insecure men are threatened by it.

Preference #31-You Get Hate (Harry)

Warning: mean people

Why is Harry even dating @Y/T/N? She’s such a loser.

I don’t know why @Y/T/N thinks she’s good enough for @HarryStyles.

@Y/T/N is such a loser. 

@Y/T/N should let Harry find someone who actually deserves him! 

Why is @HarryStyles dating @Y/T/N? It’s obvious she’s just an attention seeker!

You sighed, closing out your twitter app and putting down your phone. You expected hate from people, since you were dating Harry, but didn’t know it would be this bad.

“I’m going out for a bit, Harry,” You said, stepping into the kitchen.

“Okay, love,” Harry replied, looking up from what he was doing, his hands stilling when he caught sight of the look on your face. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, Harry,” You murmured. You walked out of your house, before getting into your car and starting it. You drove until you arrived at the local mall, where you had planned to shop for Harry’s birthday present. You wandered through the stores, thinking about what you would get him.

“Are you….are you (Y/N)?” Someone asked. You turned around, and saw two teenage girls behind you.

“I am,” You replied. “Is there something you need?”

“We were just wondering why you’re dating Harry. What makes you think that you’re good enough for him?” The one on the right, inquired.

“It’s obvious you’re a gold digger,” The other one said.

“You don’t even know me. Quite frankly, my relationship with Harry is none of your business,” You snapped. “Goodbye.”

You walked out of the mall, their words hounding your every step. You drove back home, and went upstairs, not wanting Harry to see how upset you are.

“Love?” Harry quietly said, stepping into your room. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Harry,” You whispered, not meeting his eyes. He took a seat next to you, reaching over and taking your hand in his.

“What happened?” Harry inquired.

“I’m just….I’m so tired of the hate, Harry. I’m tired of being told that I’m not good enough for you, and that I’m only interested in your money.” You quietly said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, love. I wish that I knew how to make them stop,” Harry murmured, putting his arm around you.

“Harry,” You whispered, biting your lower lip. “Would it stop if we broke up?”

“You want to break up?” Harry quietly asked, tears in his eyes.

“No. But I want to be able to go to the store without being accosted by teenagers and told that I’m a gold digger,” You murmured.

“Let me think of a way to make it better, love,” Harry whispered. “Please.”

“Okay, Harry. I think….I think I’ll deactivate my Twitter, for a while,” You replied.

“Whatever you need to do, love,” Harry replied. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Written by Angel xx
Rough night

Request from the prompt list

2 with Seth Rollins

“Listen here, you do not own me. I can do what I damn well please!”

Lots of fighting/arguing. Fluff at the end

Forgive me for any spelling mistakes; I’m only human.

Requests are open.

Words: 1021



You sat on the couch, staring at the apartment door. You haven’t seen Seth for two days now. Friday morning he had told you he’s going out. No explanation to where he was going or when we was coming back. It was currently 2:35am, Sunday morning. You had called him countless times, with no answer and you honestly had no idea what to think of the situation. Roman had let you know that he had seen Seth down at the local mall, he looked upset They figured he was having a bad day and left him be. Your close friend Finn has told you he saw Seth coming into the hotel you were staying at minutes ago, figured he was finally coming back.

The door opened and you watched Seth creep in, being extremely quiet. He turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you standing up, arms crossed. “Why are you awake?” He asked, extremely calm.

“Why am I awake? Are you fucking serious. Where on earth have you been! I’ve been pulling my hair out worried sick!” You had gone from angry to livid. He was unbelievable, asking stupid questions like that.

He looked at you, no emotions on his face, “You need to calm down.” You laughed bitterly as him. “Oh boy. You’re really something aren’t you.”

He laughed. He laughed his stupid adorable laugh that you loved.

“Come here. Now.” You told him, pointing at the ground in front of you.

“Needy aren’t we? I like it.” He stepped closer and pulled you into a rough kiss. Something was off with him. His lips tasted, strange. Then it hit you. He had been drinking. You shoved him away, then you shoved him again. “What the fuck is wrong with you! You disappear and you have the nerve to come home drunk! You told me you were going to stop drinking! Because shit like this always happened!” You spat at him, looking him dead in the eye.

“Oh no. No no no. Listen here, you don’t own me. I can do what I damn well please!” He hissed at you, him getting angry. You were livid. You were upset, disappointed.

“No! Not when you make me a promise! You said you would stop, I trusted you Seth! I’ve been home terrifed that you had gotten hurt and you were out drinking! What for? So you could get your dick wet because I’m not good enough? That it?” Your voice was not angry though, it was full of disappointment. His angry mask fell, revealing a hurt look.

“Do you honestly think I would do that to you?” His voice was quiet, weak. You shook your head at him, “I don’t know anymore Seth.” His heart had fallen, he felt horrible. “Baby yo-” “Seth, please just, just stop. Maybe this isn’t working. This is what, the third time this month you’ve pulled this shit. I can’t deal with it.” No no, what were you doing? You couldn’t stop it. You hadn’t even noticed you began to cry until Seth had cupped your face, wiping away your tears.

“Please baby. Don’t do this to me.” He broke down, stepping away from you and hiding his face as he let out sobs muffled by his hand. The words “I’m sorry.” Kept tumbling out of his mouth.

Your heart instantly dropped as you watched the man come apart in front of you. Your chest burned as you held in your cries. You had never seen him this hurt before, you knew that you should comfort him but you couldn’t make yourself move, even talk at that matter.

Seth finally turned back around, his eyes puffy and red, along with his nose; his bottom lip quivering. “If this is what you want, then I’ll go. I’m so sorry baby girl.” He let out another sob, turning to leave. No! Don’t leave! (Y/N) do something!

As he turned the door handle, he turned and looked at you, “I love you.” And that’s when you broke down. You fell to the floor in a fit of sobs as you heaved and sputtered out nonsence into the air. You shook your head furiously at Seth, who stared at you, absolutely shocked, horrified even. You had never shown him this side of you, never wanting to seem weak. “No. No. No! NO! Please! You can’t leave. I take it back, I don’t know why, couldn’t stop it. Don’t leave, Seth please! I need you!”

Seth let out a relived cry and nearly ran over to you, him body falling next to yours. You threw yourself onto him, holding on for dear life, terrifed if you let go he would leave. “I’m sorry,” were the words tumbling out of your mouth as you kissed every inch of his face.

“Please don’t ever do that again,” Seth spoke into your hair, smiling when you shook your head furiously. “God I love you.” “I love you too Seth, I really do.”


The both of you laid there on the floor for what felt like hours, you were drifting of to sleep. Seth, who had sat up, scooped you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. As he laid you down, he pecked your lips gently. He gently removed your pants, knowing how much you hated falling asleep in them. He laid beside you and pulled you into his chest. He pushed your hair back pulled out a small box from his pocket, he took out the ring and stared at it for a long time. He had almost lost you tonight. He put the ring and pack in the box and placed it on the dresser, resting his head on shoulder. He was in love with you, so deeply madly in love with you. Could anything change that? Absolutely not.

“I love you.” Seth whispered into your hair. You shifted in you sleep, rolling over and wrapping your arms around him, “Love you too.” Seth’s heart let as muttered out those words, a huge smile on his face.

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How Was Your Day? Hearing versus Deaf
  • Hearing people: Oh, my day was great! I went shopping, got a few things, went to a movie, and then went home and relaxed haha.
  • Deaf people: I ventured out of my home into the bright glorious day. The sky was blue with clear skies. The sun shone down upon my silver Chevrolet. I entered my car, adjusted the rear view mirror, and backed out of my gravel driveway. I drove down at least a couple blocks to the local mall. Birds flew across the skies as I exited my car and walked with purpose inside the mall. I purchased three Gap shirts, a new charger for my iPhone. Oh but I saw the coolest Nike tennis shoes, but sadly the store had just pulled down its bars as it closed. I exited the mall, two stuffed bags hand in hand. I placed them gently in my passenger seat and decided I was in the mood for a movie. I went to the theatre and saw the movie The Imitation Game. Benedict Cumberbatch, his hair was gloriously on point, and the message and the emotional adventure the movie provided was absolutely astounding. I sat up from my red lush theatre seat, my eyes tearing up. I wiped the tears away and made my way to my car. The cold night wind cut across my face, but I didn't mind. A few stars shine down from above amidst the dark clear sky. I drove back to my home, turned the key, and entered. I placed my bags down on the table in the dining room and fixed myself a nice cup of mango green tea and sat down on the sofa and relaxed comfortably watching Doctor Who and Supernatural on Netflix until it was time for bed and I entered sleep in my cool comfy bed. I smiled as I fell asleep.
Butt into my business and embarrass me in public? Hope you enjoy unemployment.

A little back story first:
My older brother adopted me when I was 14, I lived with him, his wife, and her two children (one a couple months older than me, the other a year older). I have never gotten along with the younger one, his mother and father went through a divorce and both parents spoiled the hell out of him. His father owned several businesses making around a million a year, so he’s your typical entitled douchebag, who has always clashed with me, someone who grew up poor. This is the type of dude that kicked a dog we all raised from a 4 week old puppy because she was excited to see him after not seeing him for six months and she was jumping around. He’s the type of dude that has ruined Thanksgiving because the milk was 2% instead of 1% by screaming, yelling, and cussing everyone out, at the age of 29.

Now on to the story:
I was on a phone plan with his mother, but I lost my job, unable to pay the last $60 I owe her, but we had worked it out that I would pay her back on Thanksgiving by installing a stereo my brother’s (her husbands) new pickup.

A little over a week ago, I was picking up Fallout 4 for a friend who was at work at the GameStop in the local mall (nephew works across the little walkway and saw me walk in from outside where he was walking in to work.). While I’m in line, he comes in, cuts in front of everyone and cusses me out saying I shouldn’t be buying games when I owe his mom money. I told him he needed to back the hell off and not talk about shit he knew nothing about. He kept going on and on, running his mouth. I got my friends game and walked out with him following me out the door. When I got to the door, he stopped ranting and went back to work with a smug look on his face. I lived with this guy for years so I know him very well. When I hopped in my car, I realized he had parked in front of me and my dash cam was on. He sells weed out of his truck to subsidize his low wages at the mall, and I remembered that he always showed up to work early to so. I rewound my dash cam, and sure enough, you could clearly see him sell weed.

I sent an email with the video of him selling the weed to the management of the mall from a new email address as a “concerned citizen”. Three days later while talking to my brother, he told me that my nephew got fired from his job and banned from the mall property. My response, “That sucks.”

Enjoy not getting that unemployment check a**hole.

First Kiss at the Forbidden Mall

As read on January 19th, 2016, at the Vol. 1 Brooklyn Reading Series in NYC.

In 2003 I was 13 years old, I lived in Jacksonville Florida, and I had just started dating my second boyfriend, “Adam.” (My so-called first boyfriend was some self-professed “goth infantile”, who I mostly talked to on AIM. The few times I saw him IRL were at Sunset Place in Miami, where he would narc on shoplifters at the local Hot Topic. He would be compensated in some real shitty band stickers.)

Anyway, Adam and I met in the school cafeteria, where we bonded over our shared love for Tool. We were also friends with “Hannah,” a bisexual goth girl who was often making out with other goth girls in the school courtyard. I was invited to join their communal makeout once, but I declined.

Still, Adam and I were both strangely fascinated by her. Sometimes we stayed up late on the phone with her and candidly discussed music and sexy things. (He only knows what an orgasm is because Hannah and I gave him our half-baked 13-year-old knowledge, probably scavenged from gURL.com.) Most importantly, Hannah and her mother were my cover up for my first date with Adam, which happened at the Forbidden Mall.

The Forbidden Mall was forbidden because 1) people got shot there and 2) Jacksonville is a Navy town and sailors were often found in the food court trying to pick up teen girls. Still, that Hot Topic was the best one in town. I told my mom us girls were going shopping at the nice mall… And met Adam at the Forbidden Mall, where romance ensued. This is the original account from my diary, written in March 2003.

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Well, It's That Time!

Everyone has been saying their goodbye’s and thanks to pll, I guess it’s time I’ve done the same.

I remember the day I saw the poster for a show called Pretty Little Liars at my local mall. I had never seen a promo, just a poster of four girls in black covered in dirt. And for whatever reason, I wanted to know more. June 8, 2010 rolled around and I tuned in to watch. Bye the end of the pilot episode, I wanted to see more. Even though I haven’t really watched tv over the years, pll was the only show I tuned in to watch every week. And while this show has disappointed me more times than I can count, it will always hold a special place in my heart! This was the first show I was really vocal about on social media. It was the very reason why I started this blog two years ago. And while I haven’t made any friends on this platform, I don’t regret being apart of this amazing fandom!

Thank you to everyone involved in pll, for giving me an opportunity to interact with people across the world! Thank you to all of the people who have reblooged, liked, and followed me over the years! I truly appreciate each and every one of you!

Story Time

When I was about four or five years old I begged my dad to buy this Sonic Plush I saw at game stop in our local mall. He finally caved and bought it for me. The Sonic could talk and when you pressed his hand he would say “SEGAAAAA”. I apparently thought it was the coolest thing ever because I killed the battery within the week.

Anyway, when I got home my brother, sister, and I wanted to play with it right away. So my sister used one of her beanie babies to use as Tails and my 2 year old brother didn’t have anything to use as a Knuckles. So he decided he as himself would be Eggman. So he got in an old baby saucer he had to use as the Egg mobile.

(it kinda looked like this, but bigger.)

I barely remember what happened in the game but it ended with Sonic and ‘Tails’ defeating 'Eggman’. But I do remember that once Sonic and Tails won my brother climbed out of the baby saucer, picked up, held it over his head and threw it across the room making it slam against the wall all the while screaming “NOOOO!”. Keep in mind my brother was only two and that saucer was almost as big as he was. My sister and I just sat in awed silence at our brother’s hidden strength and the fact that our parents didn’t come in the room to yell at us to go to bed for making all that noise.  

Pokemon Go: The Force of a new Social Culture

I wanted to do a quick write up of the amazing experience I was a part of today, before the magic faded away and the excitement had drifted.  This is a feeling I never want to forget.

By now, it’s the second full day in the United States of the Pokemon Go official release.  I had opened the app here and there (and at work, shh!), but hadn’t gotten a huge opportunity to really go out and play.  After I finished work, I convinced my husband eating at the local mall was a good idea (and a good place to walk for Pokemon in the heat, in my opinion).

The first thing I noticed at the mall was the sheer amount of people with their eyes glued to their phones.  I had never seen anything like it.  When I glimpsed at the screen and saw the familiar map, I was in awe.  I would elbow my husband in the ribs and hiss, “LOOK, they’re playing it, too!” At one point, I entered a particular store, and then spat, without thinking, “Oh man, servers are down again.”
“What?!” said one of the employees, rushing to the drawer by the cash register.
“Don’t worry,” said my husband, “she means Pokemon Go servers.”
“DUH!” the employee exclaimed, holding up her phone, flashing the Gyarados loading screen.  “What else would you be talking about?”

We came home, I sat at my desk to do something else productive… and couldn’t get Pokemon Go out of my head.  “Honey,” I said, “I’m going out to play.”

“Oh, have fun,” he said (as he loaded up the game and picked Squirtle).

I went to a particular historic shopping area I had frequented during the field test, and had the most amazing experience of my life.

Well over fifty, maybe even a hundred (I was there four hours, it’s hard to know exactly), people were walking and playing Pokemon Go, eyes glued to the screen, spinning PokeStops, and battling at the gyms there.  The most awe-inspiring thing was when, eventually, everyone else realized everyone was there for Pokemon Go.

I don’t think I’ve talked to so many strangers, struck up so many conversations, and felt so at ease with groups of people.  Ever.  Suddenly, from a block away, you’d hear someone scream, “SCYTHER OVER HERE!” and a crowd of people would cheer and run in that direction.  When one group would hunt out a rarer Pokemon in the area, people immediately started communicating with everyone else, until the collective en masse had captured it.  At one point, a Blastoise showed up, right in the middle of the district, and the utter cheers and cries of happiness when he was caught was just inspiring.

“YES, YES, OH GOD YES!” screamed one 40-year-old gentleman.

“DID YOU GET BLASTOISE?!” a 16-year-old girl yelled.

“YES, YES I DID!” he sobbed.

I saw mothers with their children, entire families, groups of twentysomethings and more, all coming together over this.  Over Pokemon Go.

Our area appears to largely be Team Valor, and when a Team Mystic gym suddenly showed up in the area, about ten of us locked eyes, realizing we were all proudly Red, and ran over there, only to reclaim it.  It didn’t matter what team you were on – everyone was laughing.  I haven’t felt like this since I was a child.

And Pokemon Go gave me this experience.

I’m pretty sure I’m hooked, and I hope you get a chance to experience just a sliver of what I did.

Because it was amazing.