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This Was a Bad Idea

This Was a Bad Idea by evansrogerskitten

Inspired by this tweet. Shit, I’m sorry Jeff. This just happened and I blame my art and even I’m ashamed LOL Also @jml509 because you’re also to blame! 

Warnings: omg its JDM masturbation and again, oops. But it was needed after this tweet and I needed this meta shit. WC: 700-somethin’

Oh, and in no way is this beta-ed. I just wrote it and also, I’ve had the margaritas. 

Jeff snapped the screen shot as he stared down at his phone.

 “Huh.” he muttered, the small screen with Tumblr on the main page. He’d accidentally come across it, and following the link wasn’t a good idea. The house was quiet, yet he listened for a moment to make sure everything was still. He reclined back on his couch, peering at the website through his black-framed glasses.

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A Misunderstanding

Word count:1249

Warnings: Swearing, misunderstanding, fluff, and cheesiness

Summary: Reader is a freshman at an art college and she works together with Conner Murphy on animation projects. She develops a friendship with Conner and slowly begins crushing, which leads her to saying something that leads to her space out quite a bit around the male, which leads to confrontation

A/N: Here we are! I thought this up by myself, haha, I don’t really know what to say..? Enjoy!

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The Last Time

Taehyung cheating drabble, inspired by an hour and half car ride.

Originally posted by brendaunicorn

           The first time, it had been an accident.

           Taehyung had drunk a few drinks at your company Christmas party, in an attempt to let loose. He hadn’t had much time for fun since he was juggling an imminent comeback and a small acting role. It was a wonder he was given the time off to spend this holiday with you. It was one of your favorites, so he made sure he stressed how important it was to his manager that he got the night off.

           He remembered smiling at your bright features as you thanked a coworker for their congratulations on a promotion you got. He knew you had worked so hard for it, and that tonight was a way to celebrate that as well. However, his head started to swim in his attempt to shake off his work mode. He never really could hold his alcohol well.

           So he leaned down and whispered in your ear that he was going to find the bathroom. You only looked up at him in amusement and nodded, before he was stumbling off. Once he pushed open the door, he paused. There was a woman in a tight black dress drying her hands. She turned to look at who came in and, instead of being disgusted, smirked a little.

           “I think I’m in the wrong room.” The words tumbled from his mouth, giggling a little. He wasn’t entirely drunk, but was far enough along to find the situation funny. Within the span that it took him to reign in his giggles, she had crossed the room and pulled him down the short distance to her lips. He could taste the fruity drink she had been sipping on earlier, and he didn’t pull away for a full minute under the haze of his inebriated mind.

           “No.” He meant to sound strong, but it came out childishly as he pushed her away and turned to leave the bathroom. He scrubbed at his lips, making sure there were no remains of the girl’s cheap lipstick on his skin. He forgot about his bid to the bathroom when he saw you chatting with another coworker. To this day he doesn’t know why he didn’t tell you about his encounter, but he kept his mouth shut when you turned to him with that dazzling smile he fell in love with.

           The second time was the result of a fight. He had come home late on your three-year anniversary because of his schedule. Though you knew it wasn’t right, you accused him of no longer caring. He was hurt by your words, and before you could apologize, he was slamming the door behind him as he went out to his car. He drove until he found a bar, and went inside to drown his anger. Before he could, he found a pretty young thing sitting at his side. He doesn’t know exactly how it happened, but they ended up in the backseat of her car. He cringed internally every time she cried out oppa, like she had any right to call him that. He only knows regret made its home in the pit of his stomach when he checked his phone to see how many time you had texted him apologizing and begging for him to come back to you.

           The last time was out of guilt. He had two instances of cheating, one of the worst kind, and it weighed on him heavily. You felt it, but he refused to confide in you which made your relationship tense. The guys felt it, and even though they didn’t know what was going on, they attempted to help him unload. He should have known that drinking wasn’t a good idea, considering the first time. Jin was the designated driver, and took up the task over watching the rowdy group of boys. The more drinks they had, the harder it became for him to watch them, which means it was easier for Taehyung to slip away and break more promises to you.

           The night after he woke up with a splitting headache and a girl pushing him off the bed. He groaned, squinting in confusion when his phone was thrust into his face, the brightness too much. Once his vision cleared, he felt his blood run cold. You had texted him in the night asking when he was going to be home, and the woman had taken it upon herself to take a picture of his sleeping figure and captioned it I didn’t know he was taken. The girl told him to get out, that she hated cheaters, and Taehyung could only agree.

           He arrived home to see you packing your things in the bedroom. He broke, dropping to his knees, pleading with you to stay.

           “Please baby.” He cried, trying to clutch onto your leg as you moved past him to the closet. He could see the tears cascading down your cheeks, and it felt like his heart was being punctured. He loved you so much. “I didn’t mean it, I was drunk.”

           His pleading continued, but you did your best to ignore him. You had promised yourself long ago that you would never tolerate a cheater. He wanted you to respond to him, even if it was just to yell and scream and cry, but you stayed silent the entire time. Only when you picked up your bag did you spare him a glance, and the hurt and betrayal within your eyes conveyed more emotion than any amount of words could.

           “Goodbye, Taehyung.” The sound of the door closing behind you was when he knew it would be the last time he ever saw you.

Don't You Ever Fear, I'm Always Near (Chapter 1/5)

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Words: 2.953

Summary: “You would deny the father of your child some innocent hand holding?” Michael asked, faux shocked, as he laced his fingers through Jeremy’s. “You’re a cruel person, Jeremy Heere.”

(Michael and Jeremy spend a week taking care of an electronic baby doll for their Home Economics class)

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Essays in Existentialism: Arkers

modern clexa au: clarke griffin is the famous singer in the band “The Arkers” and lexa woods is a top model everybody adores. words gets out that they’re dating and the two have stated on multiple times that they’rejust friends. (spoiler alert: they’re totally not.)

The house was silent, was quiet, was void of all sounds and because of that it was a glorious slice of heaven in the middle of a maddening city. With no effort left, Clarke tossed the mail on the counter to be checked later, dropped her bag in the middle of the floor, opened her empty cabinets only to close it against disinterestedly before trudging down the hall and flopping face first and star-fished straight into her big, fluffy, wondrously perfect bed.

She wasn’t sure what time it was, and for a bit, without at least a little effort, she wasn’t positive which time zone she even inhabited at the moment, but none of that mattered. She had time, she had the day to herself, and she had glorious plans to suffocate in sheets and never move.

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5SOS Preference #42 :: He Sees You Cry


 You just felt like the whole world was against you. You were tired of people making fun of you, and for people not supporting you in what you wanted to do. Of course, you had always felt this way, so you couldn’t blame it on your relationship with Michael, although that had taken some of its toll on your self esteem, too. It seemed as if all of the fans Michael had been meeting lately just got prettier and prettier. You felt as if one of these days he’d realize that what he had wasn’t good enough for him and he’d find someone better looking. You were sitting on your laptop at home when Michael came through the doors, plopping down on the couch next to you. He slung an arm around you, asking what you were looking at. You opened your moth to speak, but shut it, thinking that if you spoke you would surely cry. You kept your mouth in a thin line, your lips quivering, your throat tightening, and your vision blurring from tears forming. “(Y/n)? What’s wrong? Was it something I said?” Michael asked worriedly. You shook your head “no”, leaving Michael to wonder what was going on with you. “(Y/n), why won’t you tell me what’s going on?” He asked quietly, toying with a strand on your hair. It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it only caused you to break down. You shut your laptop and shoved it off your lap onto the cushion next to you, collapsing into Michael’s chest in a heap of sobs. Michael wasn’t sure what to do, but he tentatively wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back. You were hyperventilating, your shoulders heaving, and you were surely leaving stains on Michael’s shirt from your tears and running mascara. You sniffed, still breathing heavy and pulled back. “Sorry… I just… I’m probably… bothering… you…” you said, breathing between each word. Michael just shook his head, drawing you close to him. “(Y/n), I never want to see you like this… what happened?” He asked, smoothing down your hair. You explained how you thought he was going to leave you, and his expression quickly turned to one of confusion. “(Y/n), that’s completely crazy! How could you think, for one second, that I would want anyone else but you? I mean, I’m sitting here and letting you ruin my white shirt, for God’s sake!” He said incredulously. “I love you, and only you. And it’s going to stay that way. I promise.”  


Calum had never seen you cry, and you’d intended to keep it that way. You hated when people saw you crying. You felt completely vulnerable, and it drew so much attention to you it made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t helping any that you and Calum had been fighting a lot lately. You’d been dating for seven months, and suddenly everything that was wrong in your relationship was making itself clear. After every argument, you would either storm up to your room or he would storm out of the house. Either way, you were left alone, and it was just you and your tears. You preferred it that way, and Calum never had to know the effect your fights had on you. You always thought you had to be strong for your relationship. You were awake at four in the morning, waiting for Calum. He usually didn’t stay out late, especially without calling to reassure you that he was working late or out celebrating with the boys. You were pacing the front door when he finally walked through. “Where have you been?” You turned on him. “I’ve been worried sick!” You cried. “Calm down,” he rolled his eyes, pushing past you. You caugh a whiff of him as he passed, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. “Calum… what have you been drinking?” “Nothing,” He yelled. “God, get off my back!” You backed off. “S-sorry,” You muttered, turning to go upstairs. “Oh my God, there you go again!” He shouted at you. “Sorry?” You asked, whitrling around. “You’re always running away! You don’t even put up a fight!” He slammed a fist on the table. “Because I’m tired of fighting!” You shouted back, crossing your arms. “Because I’m tired of this,” You said quietly, tears pricking your eyes. “Well then maybe we should just stop whatever this is!” Calum yelled in frustrating. “I mean, I don’t even see you anymore, so maybe we should call off this whole relationship.” Calum said. You were tired of holding in your tears. Slowly you sunk down to the ground, running your hands through your hair and letting out muffled sobs. “(Y/n)?” Calum asked, turning to see you with your head in your hands. “Oh, God, (y/n), I’m sorry. I-I didn’t… I’m sorry… I love you… I love you… I love you so, so, so much.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not leaving. I love you…”


You had always been pretty insecure, and dating Ashton hadn’t helped any. Ashton always looked perfect, even when he wasn’t trying. His golden curls were almost always perfectly tousled, and on the rare occasion when they weren’t, they were tucked away under a hat or a bandana, making him look like a model. The fans were always supportive of your relationship, but you would get a lot of random hate from girls who claimed to be in love with your boyfriend. You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t deny that some of the things they were saying were completely true. At least, to you they were. Not only were you insecure, but you were expected to be near perfect, and not to mention you felt the pressure to be a role model for Ashton’s younger siblings and cousins, and so the stress just kind of piled up. You were in Australia, visiting Ashton’s family, and after a few days of hanging out with his family, you were utterly exhausted. You finally had some alone time to yourself as you snuck away to Ashton’s room, but as soon as you got on social media, you were bombarded with messages from “fans”, sending you a picture message of some fan kissing Ashton’s cheek, with captions such as, “she’s so much prettier than (y/n)!” and “she look so much better with Ashton!”, and basically you caved. You clutched Ashton’s pillow to your chest as you slowly closed the laptop. The first tear fell, and you couldn’t stop the rest. You were sprawled out on the bed, face down in the pillows, shoulders shaking, when Ashton walked in. “(Y/n)?” He asked you quietly. The bed dipped as he sat down next to you, slowly rubbing your back. “I’m not good enough for you,” You cried, rolling over and wiping the tears away. “What? (Y/n), that’s stupid!” Ashton said, helping you sit upright. “No it’s not, Ashton. You’re so perfect. You’re always looking good, and I feel like I’m not… pretty enough to be with you.” “(Y/n), if you think for one second that you’re ugly, you’re completely delusional. You’re absolutely gorgeous! I ask myself every sing day how I got someone as stunning as you. I mean, it absolutely blows my mind that you can be that gorgeous and be so talented and have such an amazing personality. My family loves you to death, my siblings even more. I can’t imagine not having you by my side. I love you, so much.” Ashton whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “I really do,”  

L U K E Y 

You were just completely worried. You had always been a worrier, thinking too much about what was to happen in the future. What if people didn’t like you? What if something you did could affect something so much your entire life had changed? You were sat on the couch, curled up in your sweats and holding a bowl of ice cream, when something came to your attention. What if, in a few years, Luke stopped loving you? You looked down at your rather extravagantly big engagement ring, shining diamond and all, and twisted it around your finger, deep in thought. You didn’t want a divorce. You were so in love with Luke. You’d never find another like him. You, on the other hand, were easily replaceable. You were sobbing and heaving by the time Luke walked downstairs from his shower. “Oh my God, (y/n), what happened?” Luke asked you, rushing over to the couch to hold you against him. You tried to form coherent words, but they were distorted by your sobs. “Woah, woah, calm down…” He said, rubbing both your arms. “Slow down… breathe…” He said calmly. Luke had seen you cry before, of course. After a few years of dating, it was basically inevitable. “Luke…” you breathed when you had finally been able to stop your embarrassing waterworks. You had rested your head against his shoulder, and you were curled up on his lap. He was stroking your hair softly as you spoke. “I don’t want a divorce.” You said sadly, playing with his tank top. He shifted so he was facing you. “(Y/n), we aren’t even married yet. What makes you think we’re going to get a divorce?” He asked in complete shock. “Well, I’m very replaceable, and I was thinking, what if you got tired of me? I mean-“ “(Y/n), you think you’re easily replaceable?” Luke asked, his voice incredulous. “Well… yeah…” You trailed off quietly. “Listen to me,” He said slowly. “Do not think, for one second, that I would leave you for anyone. As if I could find someone more perfect for me than you. (Y/n), no one can make me laugh like you. No one can make me cry like you. No one can love me just like you. If you think that I could find someone to replace you, I have to question your sanity. And if you think that I’d ever even consider leaving you…” He stopped to brush your hair out of your face. “You’re absolutely mental. I never thought it was possible to love someone as much as I love you, and… here I am. (Y/n), I’m so in love with you….” He laughed. “I love you!” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “I want us to be together for as long as we live.”  

A/N :: I was a little short on inspiration for this one, but I loved the idea a lot, and I’m trying out a slightly different writing style. And also, requests are open, so just drop by my ask! xxx

anonymous asked:

what things have kaisoo confirmed that you only thought of before? please list 5 or 10. with feelings.

this is a really good question but 5-10? anon do u even know 5-10 things like that …I’ll try

so yeah this is going to be really unnecessarily long. I hope you fucking like READING ABOUT KAISOO because you like kaisoo and not bc you hate them and think they’re not real but still have to check kaisoo blogs and what kaisoo is doing and care a lot about what shippers think. if ur one of those people coming to this post….don’t get bitter just get better :)

DISCLAIMER: kaisoo~shipping~words~writing~speculation~still kaisoo~more words~possibly inaccurate quotes~opinions~facts~opinions!!!!!!~really disorganized~too long~not under a read more

so anyways. well, firstly from all the predebut pics we got it seemed like they were really close predebut. I mean, we got more kaisoo predebut pics than most of the other members by themselves. wtf is up with that. but ifans never really got to hear more. and the shippers just like languished in misery while all the other fans said they weren’t close even after the pic of ksoo lying on top of ji with a do not distribute warning but that’s another story…

but yeah eventually in an interview pcy brought up how they became close fast also brought up the really unexpected fact that ji was scared of ksoo at first ??? and once they cleared up the misunderstanding they became close really fast?? the implications are so…a lot but I got another ask on this topic so I won’t get into that here.

also another thing along the same line was ji helping ksoo with dancing predebut and them practicing together and then they literally…they went there in 2nd box and ksoo was always watching him HE WAS ALWAYS WATCHING HIM….I Felt That To Be True And It Was So. 

so in connection with that, just kaisoo in general being really close…I know we see things like that now and it’s kind of interesting how ppl who don’t like kaisoo have to be so deep in denial. but if you are an ifan and weren’t around until, let’s say, last year, the depth of it was even worse before that. first it was kaisoo was only a thing bc of arbitrage, then it was only a thing bc antg tmrw, then it was all fanservice, then s*kai* and su_do and every other ship was so much better apparently and kaisoo was sooo overrated. and ppl were clearly resentful kaisoo became really popular and had all the best most popular fics and best writers and artists. kind of like how exo became super popular w ifans extremely fast and other fandoms were bothered and had to insult exo and exo-ls for every damn thing. lol. both things still apply to the present.

but like…god forbid you thought kaisoo was closer or different than any other ship involving them in the universe. for like the longest time it was me and a few friends deeply discussing kaisoo in private chats, wondering what all their interactions meant. I mean, in my experience that I remember, ofc shippers got excited about moments and people clearly thought they were both really lovely and really suspicious, but I really don’t rmbr anyone explicitly saying hey they’re actually really close and their interactions are different than other ships, none of this can be interpreted as fanservice. you just couldn’t say that.

I feel like in general the kaisoo ifan community just??? idk. didn’t know and were hopeful but we really weren’t sure for the most part. I did see kaisoo analysis before cmb and people said I don’t think they do fanservice and they’re really close. they also got compared to yun_jae.

so to get to the damn point, cut to cmb era when some people who communicated w kfans and read korean kadi shipper blogs and the like actually brought over to tumblr about how kaisoo is actually considered to be the closest to each other in the group, if not the closest in general. all their interactions were regarded as genuine, bts. they didn’t do fanservice, ji spoke to him in banmal and that’s a big deal. kfans also know that it’s suspicious how popular they are and sm doesn’t promote them. basically all these things that I know a lot of ifans wondered about but didn’t know how to find out. to wrap this up, that basically lead to me and others writing analysis and things like that!

also sorry to jump around but in 2nd box, someone who speaks korean informed me that they didn’t just say “we became close fast” they said “we became really close really fast”. they emphasized that shit. I mean, disclaimer that I’m not korean and understand only basic k-pop korean, but my friend who was told me that the term “close” to describe relationships is used much more loosely there, like people in your work group of acquaintances are “close”. so they really did emphasize they meant more than that. or maybe they didn’t. idk these things. don’t take my word on it. correct me if I’m wrong even, that would be much appreciated.

okay…this isn’t smth I thought of personally, but it’s so wild and icb I’ve never seen anyone else point it out. maybe its because I made it up. idk. I don’t rmbr the url unfortunately, but back in 2013 there was a blog that put really cheesy embarrassing fake captions on kaisoo gifs and sometimes people believed them and they got really popular. um I don’t have these saved. if you want to look then ok. so during mama 2013 ksoo was injured during a perf and was a total champ about it while ji kept checking up on him and helped him off the stage and at the airport the next day. nice. that really did happen and people still don’t….ok enough about haters. anyways.

that gifmaker put subtitles on their album of the year speech, which ksoo was at the hospital for, where ji was saying stuff like how he’s too upset to accept the award bc ksoo got hurt. so embarrassing and cheesy right? people really believed that too….so cut to the same interview where pcy spilled the scalding T in like aug 2014. they were talking about getting album of the year at mama 2013 and ji literally….oh my god…said how he couldn’t feel fully happy bc ksoo got hurt. smth like that. he really……………he’s worse than the most extra fake subs I’m so gone icb he did that.

side note: people really fell for the fake subs but won’t acknowledge kaisoo stuff literally does all the time…maybe that says smth that for many people actions don’t speak louder than words? they need smth like HI IM KSOO JI HURT HIS LEG AND IT MADE ME FEEL HURT EMOTIONALLY IM HELPING HIM OUT WITH HIS CRUTCHES AND UP AND DOWN STAIRS AND I CARE ABOUT HIM THE MOST SO I’M HELPING THE MOST…idk just a thought maybe you don’t feel the same which is fine. what I just wrote is so ridiculous but I wouldn’t be surprised. I mean ppl still site a 2013 interview where ksoo and tao were like “no homo” to a ? everyone else answered thoughtfully about what they like in men as proof kaisoo isn’t real and ksoo is str8 as heck. on the same caliber as tao. yep.

also goddamn in the 2nd box when they pinky promised on not one but TWO (2) dates and talked about it like they plan these things all the time. ifans never get to hear about shit but someone out there knows this shit bc it happens. also when ksoo talked about playing billiards with the members and ji started talking about playing billiards w ksoo and ksoo’s like “don’t say anything more” ???????? they go out secretly. that’s all. why it gotta be a secret?? You Know Why.

also shout out 2 gabi @kyungsoosjigglynalgas for reminding me about the exo quiz thingy where they confirmed yet again that ksoo and ji stay in the dorms a lot, which is smth they’ve hinted at before but they kind of indirectly confirmed again. are they cuddling?? ignoring each other??? watching movies????? cooking?? Who Knows besides them (and saesangs maybe)

so um. that’s all I can think of for now.  my other thought I’m waiting for them to confirm bc it has to be true is ksoo helping ji with singing. I won’t hold my breath but….soon.

gosh so I hope instead of briefly talking about 5-10 moments you enjoyed these 4 (??) intensely described moments. um. im tired.  

Infinity on high

Summary- Dan Howell was living the high school dream, and he hated every bit of it. Good job hes got the human embodiment of happiness to help him through.

Word Count- 1500 (i’m so satisfied by that)

Genre- Angst and fluff

A/N- I had this thought an hour ago and i’m actually happy with how it turned out, I hope you like it x

Also yes I named this after a fall out boy album, don’t judge me 

Dan Howell, the schools infamous badass, the boy who was never seen without his trademark leather jacket and black zipper shoes that complemented his dark brown hair and tinted red fringe. Dan’s life revolved around smoking, alternative music and tracking the tattoo tag on tumblr.  It didn’t matter who you were, girl or guy, everybody wanted Dan Howell. The cheeky brat knew it as well, he aimlessly roamed the halls smirking at every person who happened to make eye contact, who knew that one look could make someone feel like the most special person in the world. Girls would giggle nervously and blush if Dan were to walk past them. It was effortless but no matter what people thought, Dan had no interest in them at all as the only thing straight about him was his damaged as fuck hair, and besides he had someone pretty perfect already…

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Attractions of Yesterworld, Where do I even begin with Snow White’s Adventures/Scary Adventures. Well I guess lets start at the beginning shall we? The year is 1971 and the Magic Kingdom has freshly just opened, plus with an attraction based off of Snow White in the Fantasyland area how sweet. The entrance looks comforting and inviting and we hear Snow White’s beautiful singing all along the entrance, must be a fun ride for the kiddie’s. Wrong, wrong wrong wrong wrong god so wrong.

For many of us Snow White’s Adventure’s (As it used to be named) was the first time many of us as children experienced real fear. Some parents unknowingly took their child upon this journey. While other parents (My father) knew very well what lied ahead and wanted to pass the tradition down of being scared out of your wits by a witch while you were still a child to his sons. Thanks dad. In case you all didn’t know this attraction had about 2 incarnations, the original one which ran from about 1971-1994, to the final one which ran from 1994-2012. While many on here experienced the later version (I experienced both but only remember the later version) it’s important to note that the first version of this ride was far more fearsome. 

There was no happy ending, there was no snow white, and every sharp corner you took sure enough there was an old hag waiting to make sure you knew the meaning of fear. For those curious of the original ride layout look above as its the first picture in this post. The difference’s between the old version and the new one were numerous. For example many noted that for an attraction based on “Snow White” she was nowhere to be found. This was intentional as the Imagineers wanted the ride to be from the perspective of Snow White, meaning the rider was in fact snow herself.

But many didn’t get this and complained and yearned to see her in the attraction. Another notable difference was the lack of a happy ending, instead this ride ended with something a bit more gruesome, the Witch killing you by pushing a Diamond to fall over your head. As if that wasn’t enough all the affects in the ride were way more intense. For example the forest scene featured trees much like the one pictured above, that would fall towards the ride vehicle’s. Fall. Towards the ride vehicle. Just take that in. Also consider how close you are to the physical sets in this ride due to the proximity and boom fear factor status. None of the happy tunes of the film were found anywhere on this attraction either, instead you heard shrieks of ghouls, and the far off distance cackle of the Evil Queen.

Even after the Dark Forest when you think you are safe by seeing the first sight of something happy the Dwarfs cottage, you are all too soon let down. Inside you see nothing but emptiness and creepy furniture pieces which seem to glare at you in fear. As you escaped that you would see vultures glaring at you as you headed for your untimely end. Side note those vultures were salvaged and shall be used in the new Mine Train ride to see that follow this link (x). 

To see a ride through of the original Ride with a light on the camera follow this link, (x) to see one without the light fixture follow this link (x).

Then in 1994 due to massive complaints about no warning that the ride was scary, or that Snow white was anywhere to be found the ride was shut for a refurb. In the refurb many of the show scenes were changed and toned down, the ride even got a new name Snow White’s Scary Adventures. In this version Snow White and the Gang were found in all parts of the ride, and this time The Witch was the one who kicked the bucket, the ride even ended with a happy ending of Snow and her prince riding away. Click on each picture for captions explaining a bit more. 

End of a Classic. With the New Fantasyland Project evolving decisions were made, decisions that still don’t sit well with me. Since Cinderella and Aurora’s meet and greet’s were shelved in favor of the Mine Train TDO still decided there needed to be a place the princesses could meet. Instead of converting a store or building a new area to house the Royals they decided that one Snow White themed ride was enough for the Magic Kingdom. Thus Snow’s Scary Adventures was given an expiration date in May of 2012 to make way for Princess Fairy Tale Hall. So this attraction that we all got to pass on in tradition which had been a staple for the Kingdom since opening day sadly we had to say goodbye to it. 

Many came out in droves to say goodbye to this attraction, but none were as notable as Ben. For those that don’t know Ben is a young man with autism who is a sort of celebrity among the cast members at WDW! Why you ask? Because his favorite ride in the entire world was Snow white’s Scary Adventures, he has ridden the ride itself exactly 3,500 times. So on the last day of Operations of course Ben was there, he even got a surprise visit and got to ride with a very special princess to view that click here (which had never happened before) (x). Cast Members came to say goodbye too, and as the night wore on people realized this ride was really going away. So it was fitting that the last person to ever ride this attraction before it’s closure was Ben, to view that click here (x).  Hopefully Ben will love the Mine Train just as much. 

For any of you who never got to ride it, or for those wanting to remember, make sure to put on some headphones and follow this link for a Binaural Ride through Snow White’s Scary Adventures. (x)

Well I hope you all remember this lovely attraction with the same amount of fear and nostalgia that I do. Hopefully the Mine Train can bring in even more elements from this beloved attraction. 

Until then, “Apple Dearie?" 

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One year anniversary - Dylan Sprayberry

I sighed, Dylan was officially 20 minutes late. I understood, that of course his career was time consuming, I mean acting is a huge commitment. But something’s were crossing the line. Dylan had missed dates before but one year of being together was something else.
“Dylan this is like my third message. It’s less than 30 degrees out here and I’m absolutely freezing, so call me if we’re still on for tonight?” I frowned and crossed my arms. I so should have brought a thicker jacket. After an hour of waiting had gone by, I decided to head back. Tears pricked my eyes as I sit in the car and suddenly I felt like Lydia when she was crying in her car in season one. I sniffled and headed over to (y/BFF/n)’s house. It was late, but it was also a Friday. Meaning she was catching up on whichever new TV show she had started watching on Netflix.

“Dude, it’s like 12. I’ve got Netflix running, what’s up?” (Y/bff/n) asked me.
“Dylan was a no show. Can I come in?” I wiped a tear away.
“Yeah, yeah come in. I just started a show called Psych, if you want to watch it. It’s pretty funny” (y/bff/n) and I went to the kitchen where she made more popcorn.
“Did you see ANY social media tonight?” (Y/bff/n) asked.
“No, why?” I asked pulling out my phone.
“You might want to check it” (y/bff/n) cringed. I first checked snapchat. Dylan had a story. He was out partying, at a club, which he obviously wasn’t old enough to go into. On Instagram, there was a post, him surrounded by girls. The caption was “girls x booze = party ”. I didn’t even want to check anything else.
“I’m so sorry” (y/bff/n) frowned and handed me a tub of my favorite ice cream, and a spoon. I gratefully took it and sat down to watch psych. Around 1:30 AM, my phone was buzzing.

“Hey (y/n) its Posey, so we went out for a little and Sprayberry came with us, he’s way out of control, can you come get him?” Tyler shouted. I thought for a second, I could go get him. But did I really want too?

“No, tell one of those girls to drive him. He’s having the time of his life with them, and I’m having the time of my life watching TV with my best friend” I hung up. “ (y/bff/n)’s jaw dropped.
"That was cold” I shrugged and took another spoonful of ice cream. I ended up staying the night, as we kept hitting the “next episode” button. We saw the sun rising, but there were eight seasons of the damn show. At some point both of us fell asleep to Shawn and gus solving cases, we hadn’t even made it halfway through season one.

“(y/n)? I think there’s someone at the door for you” (y/bff/n)’s mom shook me awake. I glanced at a clock. It was four PM, on a Saturday.

“Yeah well, I don’t think she wants to see you right now” I could hear my best friend talking to someone at the front door.
“Come on, all I did was have fun last night. You’re being an ass right now. Besides, she’s Been here all night, she has to shower and stuff” it was Dylan. At the front door.
“Well gee! What a fuckin idiot you are! I bet you don’t even remember. I freaking remember why what you did is so bad. Check your schedule sometime. And look! (Y/n) has a car. She can drive herself.”
“You’re being difficult. At least let me talk to her, she is my girl friend.” Dylan pleaded.
(Y/bff/n) turned around and saw me. “Do you want to talk to him?” She asked.
“Nah” I grinned.
“You hear that? Nah’s a no. Sciddadle now” she closed the door.
“He’s persistent” she shook her head. I laughed and went to the kitchen, I was starving.


“I should get back to the apartment” I forced a smile. (Y/bff/n) nodded and I went out to my car. I unlocked the door and to my surprise, Dylan wasn’t at the studio.

“(y/n) listen I didn’t mean it” he immediately begun trailing me around.
“Dylan do you even know what you missed?” I sighed.
“Our year anniversary” he cringed.
“Yeah, which YOU even made the reservation for, and you promised me you’d save that night. Guess I thought wrong on who you were saving that night for”
“I’m sorry, let’s go out for dinner tonight” he pleaded.
“No, I’m going to my moms tonight. You missed it Dylan.”
“(Y/n) stop being stubborn for a minute, please?” He groaned.
“Are you kidding me? I have every right to act how I am now. I let go of the other dinners but a year, that’s a lot. Or it was a lot to me, clearly not to you”
“It is a lot to me too!” He exclaimed.
“Dylan as of this moment, we’re on an undetermined break. Get out of the damn apartment.” I slammed my room door in his face, and cried quietly.

Part 2 soon? Maybe?

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Idol/Fan C/C with bonus points for Nick being totally done with listening to Coulson if he is the fan.

They’re sitting at a sticky, uneven table at the Burger King near campus, and Phil’s so zeroed in on the young man wearing thick black frames waiting in line that he hasn’t heard a word Nick’s said. It’s only when Nick smacks his head, clipping his ear, that Phil pulls his focus back, frowning at his friend.

“Creep-stare all you want, it’s not gonna get the guy’s attention in any way that’s good,” Nick grumbles, stuffing a handful of fries in his mouth.

With a huff, Phil goes back to picking the onions and tomato off his burger. “He just looks familiar, jeez.”

“Familiar how?” The corner of Nick’s mouth, smeared with a smudge of honey mustard, ticks up in a teasing grin. “Familiar like you vaguely remember his mug through the haze of too much cheap tequila?”

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