i want to be him right now

A man enters an office supply store. He was a mere mortal seconds before, but as he passes through the door he becomes a customer. His superior gaze drifts across his domain and settles on the cashier. 

“Do you sell stamps?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say,” However-”

“I want one.”

However, we sell them only in sets of ten.”

“But I want one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t sell you a single stamp.”

“Can’t you just…” He (skillfully) mimicks the act of ripping apart paper. 

Clearly, I have never thought of this. My simple mind grapples with the idea. I realize I am dealing with a genius, and yet, I regretfully inform him, “Sorry. They come on stickersheets, and anyways, the barcode–”

“Well that’s just rubbish,” he informs me. He is right. I realize this now. His genius ignites a spark within me. 

“You are right,” I tell him as I take fifteen sheets of stamps into my hands and begin to tear them apart. I type 0,019 stamps and press a non-existent key on the register. I hold out a quarter of a stamp to the customer (with a smile), but he shakes his head (without a smile). I rip apart all the stamps I can find, desperate to please him, for he has gifted this humble store with his presence. From the pieces, I begin to assemble a perfect, custom-made stamp. It is worth exactly 66,66€. I single-handedly reprogramme not only my cash desk, but the entire system. It can now scan any stamp in (or out of) existence. It is raining stamps. I am smiling.

Two hours later, it is done. Beaming, and covered in the torn remains of hundreds of unfortunate stamps, I hold the perfect stamp out to The Customer. He accepts it. I rejoice. It might just be my high fever and blurry gaze, but I think the right corner of his mouth moved upwards for exactly half a second. I am blessed. 

He licks the stamp and slaps it onto a letter. He wants to lend a pen. I lend him a pen. When he is done, he holds the letter out to me expectantly. He does not say a word, my silent angel, but I can tell what he wants. Thus is our connection. There is nothing, I assure you, nothing I would have rather done than to accept his letter, on my knees, with tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks… But alas: 

“I want to send the letter,” my dear customer finally says, after the silence has stretched into infinity and back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir,” I say with a polite smile, brushing stamps off my shoulders, “We don’t accept mail. We only sell stamps.” 

After all, you can’t make exceptions to a well-established rule in the workplace. 

The customer doesn’t bat an eyelash. “That’s okay,” he says with a disarming smile. “I wouldn’t ask the impossible of you.” 

As he turns to walk away, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it off with a stamp that wears his majestic face, hand-stitched by me. 

I don’t tell him there’s a mailbox around the corner.

(That’s not my job.) 

novaart18  asked:

You guys do such a great job with this blog :) I really enjoy that you seek out just the right image to put with everyones confession! I bet you could find an image of Sam or Dean in the confession box just to prove my point ;)

well… there are some very somber images of Dean in a confessional box!

and of him exiting it

Though now, we’re a bit curious why you wanted to see that image in particular? :)

Okay so one last theory from me on the spoilers and then I am going to write the next chapter of Forgetting because people are waiting *cough* @sapphicsugden *cough* and she might hurt me if I take any longer. 

I’m just putting my thoughts out there because if any of this does actually work out how I want/hope/think it is I want there to be a record that I was right about a SL for once, because I am usually very, very wrong. 

The pregnancy - Moira and Cain is my bet. Now for me this would make sense of the who spots a test and thinks they’re going to be a daddy spoiler. Because it’s plausible that Adam would see the test, knowing that they’re trying for a baby and assume that it’s Vic’s. I’m going for Cain as the dad because we had all that stuff a little while back about him trying to reconcile being a dad to Kyle with the way that Shadrack was with him as a child. He had all that doubt about being a good dad to Kyle, but came around in the end so he knows now that he can be a dad. This would also fit in with the big SL that Moira and Cain have coming up.

The Mind blowing news - So this is going to be for both Robert and Aaron. Mind blowing for me means something good, so good news not bad. It can’t be the reveal of the incident because, well that’s hardly going to be mind blowing for Robert. I think that the news is going to be Adam coming and telling Aaron that he’s going to be a dad and of course Aaron will tell Robert. Let’s face it, this is soap and Adam won’t wait to confirm with Vic before turning to his bet mate in his excitement. So Robert and Aaron are both ridiculously excited because they think they’re going to be uncles, and then Vic has to dash their hopes when it turns out it’s not her who’s pregnant but Moira. 

Ross and the blackmail - Again from the spoiler I’m taking that it’s both of them he’s trying to blackmail but I’m going with him seeing them making up for lost time (having sex) somewhere they shouldn’t. It’s going to be a stupid, meaningless comedy side plot and it’s not going to be real blackmail as such. It will be forgotten as soon as it’s mentioned. 

My 82 year old dad fell last night and broke his hip and wrist. Parkinson’s has made him wobbly and unsteady on his feet so he had started tripping and falling recently. Thanks to the cut backs to the National Health Service by our Conservative government he had to wait a few hours for an ambulance to arrive. They have not been able to operate yet because his blood oxygen levels are too low so they didn’t want to risk putting him under general anaesthetic but are considering giving him an epidural instead. We are not allowed to visit him at the moment.

I’m not looking for sympathy- that would probably make me feel worse to be honest. I just wanted to let you guys know because I don’t feel up to socially interacting in any way right now and depending on how things go I might be absent for a while. I have some posts queued and might queue some more because my Sims game is a distraction for me while I wait to get some news on what’s happening… I’ll be back when I feel up to it whenever that might be… take care of yourselves… lots of love, Nina XXX

Ultimate Power Couple

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Comedy, Slight-romance, & Drabble
Words: 589
POV: 2nd Person

Drabble #’s :

6 -  “I just like proving you wrong.”

Originally posted by mintaekook

Glancing over your gaming computer screen, you noticed your boyfriend completely in the focus. Every now and then, you two liked to have Overwatch competitions. It helped you guys decide who was the better player. As of right now, Jungkook is winning but only by one score. On the wall, there was whiteboard that contained the score of your little contest. Using that to fuel your drive, you were winning match after match, however, Jungkook was doing just as good.

           “Why don’t you let me win, huh Jungkook? I’ll do whatever you want.” You suggested, coaxing him with your sex appeal.

You didn’t see it, but Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his eyes never leaving the screen as he killed the enemy team one right after the other.

           “And where’s the fun in that baby girl? I usually do whatever I want to you in the bed department anyway.” He replied, smirking slightly to himself.

You scoffed in response, knowing that he was right. Jungkook could get pretty dominant during sex. It was only a matter if he wanted to be sweet or not. He usually goes for the latter.

           “Whatever.” You muttered, rolling your eyes as you put your whole focus back to the game.

Jungkook saw the victory sign pop up on his end as he victoriously threw off his headset and leaned back in his chair.

           “I say that’s another score on the board for me babe.” Jungkook announced smugly as he stood up to put another tally on his side.

You rolled your eyes yet again, ignoring his remark as you focused on finishing your current match as the winner.

Jungkook leaned on your chair, watching your every move. Even making side comments on what you’re doing wrong.

           “Can you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to play. I don’t coach you when you’re playing!” You demanded rudely as he continued to point out what you should be doing.

Jungkook held up his hands in surrender, “Fine. Fine. But if you lose, don’t come bitching to me about it when I tried to give my loving girlfriend some pointers.” He announced as you were close to dying.

You growled, hoping to win this match but as it went on, the idea of winning was becoming futile.

Near the end of the match, most of your teammates have given up; thus, resulting in your ultimate loss.

Not wanting to give up, you told your teammates about one last plan to which they were skeptical of course, but what did they have to lose?

Executing your plan perfectly, you and your teammates managed to win which meant another tally was going up on your side of the scoreboard.

Jungkook stared at your computer screen completely in awe as he wondered how the hell did you manage to win.

           “I don’t know.” You shrugged as you got up from your seat and then threw your arms around his neck, “I guess I just like proving you wrong.” You added before leaning forward to kiss him sweetly on his lips.

Jungkook signed into the kiss as his found new admiration for his woman.

           “I knew I fell in love with you for a reason. You are just like me. We are not quitters.” He confessed, walking back to his computer. “Why don’t you and I show the other players why they should never let us play together?” He added, suggesting that the two of you team up.

You smiled rather cockily as you rushed back to your computer.

           “Game on.”

Even though the drabble challenge is over, feel to request something else like reactions, scenarios (texts or written), or a mood board! :)

no offence to all the “smarks” who want undertaker to carry on forever, but i’m pretty sure he has health problems from doing this for so long and why wouldn’t you want him to go out to someone who is clearly the future of this business whether you like it or not AND someone who can put on an amazing but SAFE match with him cos let’s be honest he needs a safe worker right now like just enjoy the fucking match


Had one of those mundane, ordinary days that are actually extraordinary with the right perspective. Woke up next to this love of mine, completely wrapped up and warm. Kissed him goodbye. Enjoyed my warm coffee on a long car ride. Spent all day doing something I’ve wanted to do since I was 16 years old. Belly laughed trying to do pull-ups at the gym. Now I’m eating Honey-Ohs out of the box while we sort through our taxes.

Not every day is as eventful as a day on vacation or a Saturday. But there is still magic in every day.


“Hunter, look at me. There’s no shame in asking for help. Don’t worry about providing for me, I can provide for myself. We have bigger things to worry about than our pride and that’s Rex.” 

“You don’t understand, Alaska…” 

“I do, I do understand! But I’m here to tell you that we’re a team. We now have a baby together whether it’s convenient or not and we’ll need all the help in the world to give Rex the life he deserves. Isn’t that what you want?” 

“Of course, I only want the best for him.” 

“Then call your parents and tell them what’s happened. The sooner we can get help the better.” 

“You’re right…I’ll give them a call as soon as it’s morning in Newcrest” 

anonymous asked:

I'm actually kind of sad for Robert. I'm just sad because he felt like he finally fit in, you know?? Like he felt like he fit in with Aaron's family and ended up having a good relationship with Chas. But now Chas is totally icing him out. I understand why she's so angry but it has to hurt. I wonder if Chas will ever treat him like she did before she found out or if she'll never really get over the fact that he cheated Aaron.

as much as robert has fucked up and as much as chas hates him right now, I truly believe they’re his family and the family he has now is where he’s supposed to be (and always will be). they give him the happiness he’s wanted his entire life and he’s never had that, he finally belongs somewhere, somewhere where he’s gonna fuck up and still be accepted and still be wanted

My twin bro: *talking about the DCEU* So, we have a dead Robin. That is Tim, right?

Me: No, actually it is Jason.

My twin bro: Wait, I thought Tim was the second Robin.

Me: Nope, that is Jason.

My twin bro: Well, Tim was the one who got killed by the Joker-

Me: Nope, that was also Jason.

My twin: *confused, but moving on* So where is Batgirl in all of this? Or she is Batwoman by now.

Me: Actually, Babs doesn’t ever become Batwoman.

My twin bro: Well, that is a plot hole.

Me: *leaves the room because I didn’t want to spend the rest of the night educating him on how the batfamily works*

anonymous asked:

3x05 was so good but now I'm even more mad about that bloody Tinder date. It makes sense that Hardy would struggle to balance the demands of being a father and detective but I will never believe that didn't have the time to speak to his daughter for two weeks but he had time to go on a date. He has his faults but neglecting his daughter to go on a date is not one of them imo - it seems really ooc.

You’re preaching to the choir here, and I want to say to all those salty anons who take issue with my stance on this, I get it, I GET THAT HARDY WOULD WANT TO MOVE ON, I am not saying he’s not allowed to want sex or a new relationship, I am not trying to demonise the man for going on a fucking date and, if Trish’s case weren’t happening, I would actually be surprised if he wasn’t ready for a new relationship by now. But for him to go on this tinder date RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A CASE THAT IS GETTING UNDER HIS SKIN, a case SO INTENSE that he doesn’t have time for his own daughter, a daughter WHO COULD CONCEIVABLY BE IN DANGER, and who also needs extra support fitting in right now, a daughter for whom he sacrificed everything - it screams ooc.

Some speculate that perhaps this date was done for Daisy, because she wanted him to go or because he thinks he should create a nuclear family unit for her but I don’t buy it. Daisy was missing her dad and needed him so much, I really think it will come back because something bad (worse?) will happen to Daisy and Hardy will say “why wasn’t I there for her?” and feel guilty about going on that date. Because it was kind of shown as a bad thing - him in this restaurant while his daughter is alone, in the dark, with no-one to talk to. His arc seems to be that he needs to step up and become the dedicated full time parent Daisy needs. And I’m on board with that. But Hardy being a workaholic having trouble adjusting to this single parent business makes a lot more sense to me than throwing in that Hardy is more interested in tinder dates than caring for his daughter.

I’m really trying to have faith that it will all make sense but. I hate it. It goes against so much that’s been established so far.

fandomsinbooks  asked:

Reaper76 👌

Gabriel faces Jack. 

He’s taller than him now. A few inches. Three, maybe four. He recalls the days when they stood at the same height with some fondness.

Jack’s eyes are blue and warm. Gabriel hopes his reflect something of the same; all he can feel is juddering fear and hope that it Jack doesn’t know how fucking terrified he is right now.

He’d killed Liao. He’d killed countless atronauchs in the Second Crisis. He’d defeated their commander, dealt with untold horrors and tormenting that a non-Reaper could only imagine. 

“I do,” Jack says, not wavering one bit. His smile is soft and wholesome. Genuinely warm. Gabriel’s throat constricts, choking him. He wants to say “I love you”, but he stutters out a pathetic, “I do”, just after Jack. 

They kiss. It’s sweet, slow. Ana fawns and Reinhardt weeps, Jack’s father sighs and his mother starts clapping, and the rest of Jack’s family and the senior members of Overwatch follow suit.

Tonight is the night that Gabriel loses a precious part of him that he’d closely guarded his whole life, for all forty-seven years. The prospect scares him. Having Jack see him so vulnerable, so weak and stupid and inexperienced, it’s hell. 

The fact that he’s getting married is probably the least stressful thing that’s going to happen today. 

“You don’t look so good,” Jack murmurs into his ear. “We don’t have to.”

Jack knows what’s on his mind already.

“We planned this,” Gabriel says back to him, “For months. I promised you.”

“I don’t care.” There’s a fluttering kiss to Gabriel’s cheekbone. “I love you, and you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to to prove you do, too.”

“Cake!” Jamison shrieks, snapping both of them out of it. “HOLY SHIT LOOK AT HOW BIG THAT FUCKIN’ CAKE IS!”

Jack and Gabriel exchange a look, both of them smiling.

“I get a corner piece,” Gabriel says.

“It’s a circular cake!” Jack laughs. “There are no corners! Come on, let’s go get a slice before Jamison eats it all.”

Gabriel follows him, looping an arm around the griffin’s waist. 

I love you more than you’ll ever know, Jack. 

Prompt 2.) "Please don't leave me."

thanks @kpop-and–anime for this. I’m a wreck.

-spoilers for those who haven’t finished the game, so if you don’t want spoilers, skip this!-

it’s kinda long y'all and it’s angsty. I cried A LOT at the end haha. I’m on mobile right now, so editing will be done tomorrow!

The last 10 years had been absolute hell for Prompto. The man he loved was, how he described, simply taken away from him within the blink of an eye. One minute, Noctis is with him, the next he’s alone, watching as the man that he cherished more than his own life was pulled into the depths of a crystal. He’d been a wreck ever since that day. Ignis and Gladio had tried to make him feel better for the first year, but it seemed it was of no help. Prompto went days without crying eventually, but those days he’d stumble upon his camera, and look through the pictures of him and Noctis together made him remember just home much he loved him, how much he missed his warmth, his scent, his presence, just him in general. He’s sitting in the garage, looking at the wall. He sees headlights coming his way, indicating that Talcott was returning. He watched as Talcott exited the truck, but he didn’t expect the second figure. “Is that.. no. It can’t be.. he’s dead..,” Prompto tells himself, but then looks closer. He wearily walks closer to the figure and gets a much better look and realizes, that it’s the man he loved with every inch of his being. “Prompto..?,” the older Noctis questioned. His eyes began to tear up as he looked at Noctis in shock, before running to him. “I can’t believe you’re here. It’s unreal.. Ten years is too long, Noct. Shame on you to keep me waiting.,” he laughs, attempting to keep the tears from falling profusely. Noctis held Prompto closer and let tears fall, while he told him, “Just let the tears fall. Don’t hide them,” and with those simple 8 words, he broke out in tears. They stayed in each other’s grip for what feels like forever, then pulled apart. Noctis grabbed Prompto’s hand and walked with him to see the others, who were shocked to see the king, but no where near as shocked as Prompto.

Later that night, Noctis and Prompto had started to catch up with each other, and the two of them had felt like the world was nothing but a blur, just the two of them existed. No daemons, no shorter days and longer nights, just peace. That was until Noctis told Prompto what he’d never hope to say; “You should that tomorrow will.. be my last day alive. I’m a king and it’s my rightful duty to protect the citizens.” Prompto’s bright smile immediately faded, and his happy thoughts ended. He looked at Noctis and told him, “Yeah, I understand, Noct. You are king.” Prompto put his head down and looked at the ground. There was no way he could handle the pain of seeing Noctis for one day, only to have him go away like he did 10 years ago. “For now, Prompto, can we just think about the happy times?” Noctis looked at the obviously devastated male, and waited for an answer. “Uh, sure. If that’ll make me happier.” His hand was grabbed and he was pulled closer to Noctis’s chest. “Do you remember when we had our first kiss?” Prompto nodded, and replied, “Yeah. It was in Altissia. You had told me that you loved me for the first time and you stuttered so much, haha. I couldn’t have asked for a better kiss though.” Noctis smiled, remember the moment. For at least 3 hours the two talked, reminiscing the memories of each other. It grew silent for a moment, before the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, it was still dark. Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio made their way to Insomnia. Prompto barely spoke the entire walk there. When they reached Insomnia, Prompto’s heart sank. It hit him hard. This was his last day with Noctis. Scratch that, it was his last hours with him. After the battle with Ifrit was over, Prompto realized he wouldn’t see the man he spent all of happiest times with. The only person he ever loved, the only person that could make him happy was going to die, and he couldn’t stop it. Noctis fought and defeated Ardyn, and walked to the steps of the citadel, with the three men following. “Gladio.. Ignis… Prompto… Thank you all. I couldn’t have asked for any other people I’d want to spend my life with. I love you all, so much. Walk tall, my friends, and my love.” He looked at Prompto with the saddest eyes imaginable, and turned away, fighting back tears, and walked up the steps. “Noctis, wait!” “Yeah, Prompto?” “Please.. Don’t leave me… I can’t handle any longer without you. Please Noctis…” “Prompto,”
he began as he grabbed his face as if it was the most delicate thing on the planet, looked at him and said, “I have to do this. Believe me, I don’t want to leave you, but think of how life will be after this. There’ll be daylight, and you can live a normal life. No more daemons. You can be happy. I’ll always be with you, you just can’t see me. I love you so much Prompto but I have to do this. I’m sorry, my love.” He kissed the crying male with love, and Prompto could feel the sorrow and regret in the kiss, but he could also feel the love that Noctis had for him. The two parted and Noctis started to walk away again, this time, letting his tears fall freely. Prompto went to run after him, but Gladio and Ignis held him back. Once he saw the Citadel doors shut, he knew the best thing he’d ever known had left his life, and he’ll never be the same. Until the day he dies he’ll remember what Noctis said to him: “I’ll always be with you, you just can’t see me.”

The next morning Prompto woke up to daylight and a small smile, which held a mix of sadness and happiness. Noctis has kept his promise to make the world have daylight again, and there would be no more daemons. Prompto walked outside and fell to his knees and said, “Thank you, Noctis,” then began crying. What he told him yesterday would stick with him for eternity. The only time he’d be able to see his king again would be in his dreams.

quirkett  asked:

lol walter's new design includes ugly glasses a missing tooth a swollen drunkard's nose and 50 pounds

LMAO i know this is a joke but i think its a perfect time to mention that he’s actually relatively the same! i’m not trying to make him UGLY, just,,, less onceler if you get what i mean? he looks very generic and he’s been compared to a LOT of characters so i want to give him some uniqueness. so far i’m really digging what i’ve come up with and i feel like it makes a huge difference, at least in my eyes! i’m having fun with him for the first time in a while 

father craven still looks the same tbh, at least with what i have right now 

it’s also so crazy to watch Harry’s X factor audition because he was so so so young and he really didn’t know what he was getting into and now he’s on top of the world and in one of the most successful bands ever and he’s about to star in a huge movie that’s basically guaranteed to be successful and in a few short days he’s putting out his own music and becoming the person he’s always wanted to be and I think that’s incredible that we got to see him do this right in front of us and we got to watch him grow

anonymous asked:

Now I'm thinking or atsushi, akutagawa and chuuya and I'm quite certain they all act like cats I'm VERY different ways oh gosh I didn't need this in my head

Atsushi is a cat. And can be very skiddish.

Chuuya is prissy, prim, and very likely to knock your glass off a table and still want your attention.

Akutagawa is a badbox cat who is unpleasable till you give him food and pap his head just right. 

Kyouka is also included and she’s just spot on the middle between destroys everything and looks up at you like you know you want to give her the world after she does.

And as you may have seen, Kouyou is beauty and grace and taking a sword to your face.


//tbh the Balkans are bringing it this year, all in the first picture (and Romania and Bulgaria too) are in my top 15 (Croatia actually might be 16th in my ranking but close enough).

…Except Slovenia who is kinda last in all the betting polls right now, and even though the song itself isn’t too bad, the fact that the singer is a convicted sex offender makes me want him to get dead last just for that.


For the prompt:  ~ All three words in one fic:  “agony”; “fingers”; and “shiver” ~

It’s angst time y’all (I kind of want to write smut to it too, but…angst).

Hoth is being evacuated. Before he leaves, there’s something Cassian needs to do.


The world descended, and he ran.

Alarms whooped and buzzed. The comms system crackled, burst with instructions, uttered in cool, measured voices, belying their underlying intent. The flow of traffic was at odds with him. Arms, elbows, shoulders knocked into his. He pushed past them.

“Andor? Where the hell’re you going?”

He could fight. He would fight, given the opportunity, but that wasn’t what they wanted or needed from him. Not right now. They didn’t relish the thought of having to reassign his network, of saddling some unlucky kid with the task of rebuilding the trust, the cachet. They didn’t want to have to deal with Albarrio sector sans him; didn’t want to have to shift around operatives and stations, at a time when the Empire was sharpening its gaze. They wanted him alive. He was supposed to be on the first transport. It would be a near thing, now, for him to board on time; it wouldn’t be much longer before the ion cannons were fully charged. But he had to take the chance.

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