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“ Where do you think you’re going? “
” I really don’t want you hanging out with them. “
” Where have you been all night? “
” I think it would be a good idea to get tracking devices. “
” I’m putting cameras up all around the house for security. “
” Don’t leave the house with the pocket knife or mase. “
” I think we should get some better security. “
” I’m going to get us a dog for security purposes. “
” You really need to find better friends. “
” I don’t think your friends are really your friends. “
” Okay, call me as soon as you get there. “
” Don’t you dare text and drive! “
” Please don’t text while you’re driving. “
” Is that outfit really appropriate? “
” I think we should go shopping for your new clothes. “
” He careful when you go to walk down the steps. “
” Always knock before going inside. “
” You have the emergency contact list right? “
” Are you skipping school again? You know I’m going to give you a talk. “
” I don’t want you going anywhere with those people. “
” You aren’t aloud out past ten, you know that. “
” Hey, I don’t make the rules around here. “
” You should probably stay home with us tonight. “
” Why don’t you stay home and have some family time? “
” You missed family game night for that? “
” That’s the second time tonight you missed family game night? “
” I can’t believe you’re dissing us for your fake friends. “
” Hey, why don’t you come out and socialize with your family? “
” Look, I’m just worried about you is all. “
” You don’t want me to take you to school? “
” Where are you going? I can give you a ride. “
” You’re not allowed to go out without one of your brothers or sisters. “
” You can go as long as your brother/sister can go too. “
” I put double locks on all the windows in the house. “
” I think we should move to a nicer neighborhood. “
” I do not want you out driving at night. “
” I dont want anyone out while the storm is coming. “
” Remember to stay indoors when the storm comes. “
” We need to go over our fire escape route again. “
” You aren’t supposed to shower during storms, dear. “
” Are you feeling okay? Want me to draw you a bath? “
” You’re sick, just stay home today and rest. “
” I don’t want you to be home alone. “
” Would you like to come to work with me today? “
” Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or texts? “
” You do not ignore me like that again. “
” I can’t believe I’ve been up all night worried sick! “
” No, you could get alcohol poison. “
” I don’t want anyone drinking in this house. “
” What happened to all that money I gave you? “

honestly if ur an introvert ur probably better off befriending some extroverts bc having a whole squad of introverts is fine at first but eventually you end up never doing anything with them ever especially after you finish school bc ur all fine being loners and low maintenance friends that just tag each other in memes and snapchat each other which is nice but sometimes i wanna leave my house instead of binge watching spongebob squarepants you need balance in ur squad you need to have people who are gonna motivate the squad to be social 

Who Cares? (M)

Genre: Smut, fwb!Jimin, university!Jimin, fluff
Word count: 2773
Description: You wouldn’t change what you have with Jimin for anything, the only problem is putting it in words.
Author’s note: It’s been a while since I posted anything, but I read some really nice comments and messages yesterday and finally got inspired to finish something. Like always, I’m not sure if I managed to convey the feelings I had while writing, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.

!Edited, because I wasn’t content with the original version. ><

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ok but i need a plot where there’s these two idiots who are roommates, and they bicker and act like a married couple constantly, and can hang out like bros but they’re completely platonic, no we’re not in love that’s preposterous!! and it’s so evident that they’re into each other like whenever one goes out on a date, the other is all bitter like ‘no i’m definitely not jealous’. and they like leave bars together at some stupidly early hour and their friends tease them and they just go home and get drunk together instead. and like domestic washing the dishes and fighting over who does what and flinging soap at each other. and then one day it kind of just clicks, you know, like wow you’re my best friend but i think i might love you as more this is so difficult and just, give this to me now.

Be My Valentine? (Stark!Reader x Peter Parker)

Word Count: 2265

Summary: The reader and Peter secretly like each other, and plan to hang out on Valentine’s Day. As friends. *wink*

A/N: Just a little Peter imagine I felt the need to write. I love me some Peter Parker x Stark! Reader! WOO! Enjoy this babes!

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Surprise Date

“Could you do an imagine where you and your crush have known eachother for awhile and you, him, and some of yall’s other friends are talking about dates and you describe yours and the crush takes you on the date a few days later”

So cute!! This might get confusing, but I used f/n for all the female friends and c/f/n for the guys. I had some trouble coming up with the perfect date, so I used something slightly generic to hopefully appeal to as many people as possible…feel free to criticize my poor taste! (Fun fact: I have never been on an actual date myself (gasp!) so I only have my imagination to work with, but hey when you have that who needs a real boyfriend???*cries in corner*)

Word count: 3.5k

It’s a warm Sunday night and you and your friends are hanging out at a friend’s house, lounging in chairs around a fire pit. (C/n) sits on the opposite side and you have a perfect view of him, his face lit up by the orange glow of the fire. Your other friends are between you, talking and laughing. The night is quiet except for someone playing acoustic covers on their phone.

“So, guys. I have something to tell you.” (F/n/1) rubs her hands together, grinning.

“Well, what is it?” says (f/n/2) eagerly. Always eager for gossip, that one. But you’re excited to find out too, and lean closer to hear.

“It has to do with…my crush,” she says giddily. Everyone gasps and starts asking questions excitedly. (F/n/1) laughs at the effect it has on everyone. She gives daily updates and rants about how much she likes her crush. It’s like a show that you’re all hooked on.

“What happened??” you press impatiently.

“Well…” (F/n/1) looks around the circle, drawing out the suspense. “On Friday we were walking home together after school.”

“And?” (f/n/2) urges her on.

“And…he asked me out!!” she gushes.

“No freaking way!” (f/n/2) gasps. You get out of your chair and rush over to (f/n/1), hugging her and jumping up and down together. “Holy shit (f/n/1) that’s amazing!”

(C/f/1) claps slowly, then asks, “So when is the date?”

“He didn’t actually say yet. Sometime next weekend probably.”

(F/n/2) looks shocked. “What?! He didn’t actually plan a date yet?”

“Maybe it’s a surprise,” you suggest, settling back into your chair.

(F/n/2) wrinkles her nose. “Who would want a surprise date? You have to know what’s coming so you can prepare yourself!”

You gape at her. “That’s ridiculous! A surprise would be soo romantic!”

(F/n/2) stubbornly shakes her head. “Nope. My ideal date: he tells you everything a week in advance. You go out to dinner and a movie, and he pays for everything, of course.”

“That’s it?” (f/n/1) cuts in. “My god, you are so boring!”

“And old fashioned,” (c/f/n/2) adds. “We’re not made of money, you know.”

“So, what, you expect the girl to pay?” (f/n/2) exclaims.

(C/f/n/2) shrugs. “I won’t be a dick about it but I’m open to it. If she doesn’t at least offer to split the bill she’s too cheap for me.”

“Listen, it’s simple. Whoever does the asking out is the one who pays,” (c/n) speaks up, and your ears perk up.

“That sounds fair,” you say, nodding slowly.

“Thank you,” says (c/n), grinning at you. “So (y/n), what would your ideal date be?”

Your cheeks heat up a bit at his question. “Umm…”

“Yeah, tell us all about how romantic a surprise date can be,” says (f/n/2) sarcastically, then adds, “No really, tell me, I’m curious now!”

“Okay, wellll.” You sit forward in your chair and lace your fingers together. “Here’s how it goes. It’s evening, like 5, 6 maybe. I’m in my room doing my homework or something unimportant…”

“Boooriiing,” interrupts (f/n/2) with a yawn.

“Shhh,” says (f/n/1). “Let the girl talk!”

You laugh. “I haven’t gotten to the good part yet. So anyway, I hear a sound. He’s throwing rocks at my window. I open the window…”

“…and a rock hits your face,” (f/n/2) suggests.

You shoot her a look. “…and he’s standing there, nicely dressed, not in a suit or anything but, ya know, a nice shirt, pants that are just tight enough to show off his ass…”

(F/n/2) rolls her eyes. Meanwhile, (c/n) listens attentively, half amused.

“…and he tells me to put on a dress and come outside. Of course, I put on something classy with just a hint of slut, cause that’s the only way to go. When I get to the front door he gives me a rose and tells me I look beautiful. We get into his car and I ask him where we’re going and he tells me it’s a surprise. First he takes me to a pizza place, of course.”

“Romantic,” says (f/n/1) teasingly.

(C/n) looks offended. “Hey, hey, hey, pizza is as romantic as it gets!”

“Right, and who doesn’t like pizza?” you add. “So then we go to an ice cream parlor to get ice cream, and walk around just talking about life. Then we get to an empty field and lie down and look at the stars and talk some more. Finally, we make out. A lot.” You grin and sit back. “The end.”

(C/f/n/2) scoffs. “Pathetic! Even I can be more romantic than that.”

“Are you kidding, looking at the stars together is soo dreamy!” you defend yourself.

“And making out, also very dreamy,” says (c/n) with a wink.

You give him an exasperated half smile, but you feel your face warm up a little. “So…yeah. That’s pretty much my dream date,” you conclude.

“Well, now it can never happen cause it wouldn’t be a surprise!” (F/n/1) points out.

You consider that for a second. “Hey, if I’m not expecting it that’s good enough for me!”

“As much as I disagree with the concept I will be sure to tell any potential suitors exactly what to do,” says (f/n/2) with an air of incredible generosity.

“Thanks, wingwoman,” you reply with a grin.

(C/f/n/1) looks around the circle. “You’re all crazy,” he decides.

You and the other girls all flip him off simultaneously.

The next day you’re sleep deprived from the late night with your friends, and the rest of the week only gets worse. After failing two tests and pulling an all nighter for a project, you are relieved when school finally lets out on Friday and you can head home and do nothing.

You drop your backpack on the floor of your room and collapse onto your bed. Within seconds you’re out cold.

A couple hours later, you jolt awake, and then lie there for a few seconds trying to figure out what woke you up. As if on cue, a sharp sound draws your attention to your window. You stumble over groggily and push it open, not without some effort. You squint down, peering into the growing darkness that is your yard, and as your eyes adjust you gasp.

Standing there under your window, rock in one hand, rose in the other, wearing a nice shirt, perfectly fitting pants and a beautiful smile, is (c/n).

“Hey, (y/n),” he calls up quietly, but his voice carries and you hear every word with perfect clarity. And his oh-so-sexy voice, always with the hint of a smirk detectable in it - you nearly collapse all over again.

You hold steady, though, and call back down, “(C/n)?! What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to test a disputed theory,” he says by way of explanation.

Your brain struggles to wrap around this. “Wha…” you sputter in response.

He chuckles. “We’re going to see how romantic your ‘surprise date’ really is.”

A hot blush rises to your cheeks. “Oh,” you say. “Umm…”

“Put on a dress and come outside,” he says with an adorable grin.

You quickly pull your head back inside and close the window, hyperventilating. Oh. My. God. This can’t be real. Come to think of it, you’re not even sure you’re really awake. After all, it’s entirely possible you’re still in the middle of your nap and that this is just a very vivid dream attributable to your constant thoughts about (c/n). But hey, if this is a dream why not go for it and enjoy yourself while you can?

You search through your closet for something slutty but classy, a look you always strive to achieve when you have the chance. And now is as good a chance as ever to dress like a classy slut. You find the perfect choice, a cute sundress that shows just enough skin. Oh, he will love this one, you think with a sly smirk.

You pull it over your head and run downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Slipping into a pair of cute but durable sandals, you yank open the door. (C/n) is standing right there on the front porch.

You make eye contact with him and open your mouth to say something, but then he kneels dramatically and holds out his rose. “(Y/n), will you accept this rose as a token of my undying love?”

You laugh, a little shakily, and punch his shoulder indignantly. “Hey! Don’t mock me!”

He chuckles. “Okay, okay. Take this though, seriously!” He pushes the rose toward you.

You give him an exasperated look, tilting your head and raising your eyebrows. But you take the rose. “Happy?”

“Hey, you’re supposed to be the happy one! Isn’t this your quintessential romantic date right here?”

“Yes, but only when you’re doing it for real!” you argue, because this is obviously a friendly joke to him. Not that you aren’t happy to go along with it. Why refuse the chance to spend one-on-one time with (c/n), and on your dream date too?

He’s still kneeling. “You can stand up now,” you inform him helpfully. “You look like an idiot.”

He complies, getting to his feet, where he towers over you once more. He smiles down at you. “You look beautiful.”

You blush fiercely at hearing him say that, but try to brush it off. He’s kidding, obviously. “And you have a good memory,” you say, because you really are impressed. He’s getting all the details right.

(C/n) frowns. “No, really, I mean it, (y/n),” he insists. “You seriously look beautiful.”

You’re at a loss for words. You try for a smile, and attempt to thank him, but the words get caught in your throat. Instead, you duck your head and make a small noise of acknowledgement.

(C/n) gestures to the car parked in your driveway. “Join me for a ride?”

You nod and follow him to his car. He opens the passenger door for you. What a gentleman! As he backs out of the driveway, he glances at you and says teasingly, “So, aren’t you gonna ask me where we’re going?”

You shake your head incredulously. “Again, I applaud your detail retention,” you say, “but if you’re so bent on following this to the letter then I already know where we’re going.”

(C/n) huffs exasperatedly. “Just cooperate, okay? Now, according to your rules, the line is, ‘Where are we going?’”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. Where are we going?”

He smiles in satisfaction. “It’s a surprise,” he says happily.

“No it’s not, I know we’re getting pizza, you idiot,” you remind him.

(C/n) abruptly stops the car in the middle of the street and turns to face you. “(Y/n), if we’re going to test your theory accurately, you’re going to have to play along!”

“Oh my god, drive, there are cars behind us,” you exclaim. He starts up the car reluctantly, but presses on. “I’m not kidding! We’re gonna do this right!”

You let out a laugh. “Okay, okay, calm down. I will humor you. Your dedication is admirable, really.”

“Good. Get ready for the best date of your life,” he says proudly. “Or at least it will be, if you’re really right about this.”

Your heart flutters despite your efforts to play it cool. Yeah, this isn’t a real date, but he still called it one and that’s enough to quicken your pulse. Nevertheless, you decide to correct him. “Oh no, this is not gonna count as my first date,” you say, trying to act annoyed.

(C/n) looks over at you in surprise. “Your first date? You’ve never been on a date before?”

“Dude, we’ve been friends for years, I think I would have told you if someone miraculously was interested in me for even a second.”

He looks back at the road, grinning. “Yeah okay, I knew, just wanted to make sure you didn’t keep anything from me!” He turns to you again. “And now this will definitely be your best date so far because it’s your only one!” He laughs triumphantly.

You roll your eyes at him, but can’t hide your enjoyment at his enthusiasm. You know he’s just doing this for you as a friend, and he gets so easily excited that this is nothing special. Still, a feeling of bliss is taking over you from simply being with him, at night, in such a context as this. And you can’t help but wonder if he’ll really follow the date all the way through, right down to the very last detail…

The car stops in front of your local pizza place. You start to open the door but (c/n) lunges over and pulls your hand away. “No let me do it!” he whines, and quickly gets out of the car and opens your door for you.

“Wow, pizza, what a surprise!” You step out of the car and walk into the restaurant. (C/n) closes the car door and follows you in. You get in line to order and lean against the counter to look at (c/n).

“So, who’s paying?” you ask teasingly.

He rests an elbow on the counter, bringing him closer to you. “Well according to my rule, which I have stated before, whoever asks out, pays. I feel like it’s on you because you started all of this with your silly date idea.”

You raise your eyebrows in an Oh really? expression. “Did I ask you to actually take me out?”

He leans even closer. “I think it’s fair to say that you did, silently. You were looking at me longingly. That was obviously your way of asking me out.” He grins, proud of his logic.

“Right, of course,” you say sarcastically, although your heartbeat is picking up again. “I think you misinterpreted my glares of annoyance.”

He chuckles. “Don’t even try to deny it. You want me,” he says dramatically.

“Oh baby,” you reply in a breathy soap-opera voice.

(C/n) wiggles his eyebrows and you break character to laugh at how ridiculous he looks. “Okay but seriously, I didn’t bring any money, which is your fault for rushing me,” you say accusingly.

“Well that’s a problem, because I didn’t bring any either,” he replies, shrugging.

“(C/n)!” you exclaim, glancing at the shrinking line of customers in front of you.

He breaks into a grin. “Kidding.” He holds up a twenty dollar bill. “Of course I’ll pay.”

You order two plain slices and a soda to share. When the food comes you sit down across from each other at a small table - (c/n) pulling out your chair for you - and munch hungrily on your pizza.

“So,” (c/n) says between bites, “is your dream date meeting expectations so far?”

“I’d say it’s subpar, but that’s your fault for poor execution. The idea is still romantic.” You can’t help teasing him a little. He’ll have to work for your approval.

“What!” he protests. “I have been such a gentleman!”

Such a gentleman,” you echo mockingly, and he pouts. You relent. “Okay, you’re really trying, I’ll give you that.”

“Thank you,” he says, still in a hurt tone of voice.

“So what about you?” you ask after a moment’s hesitation.


“How does this measure up to other dates you’ve been on?”

(C/n) smiles, stuffs the last bite of pizza in his mouth and stands up. “Ahh, so much to tell you. Maybe this is a discussion we should have over some ice cream?”


You head across the street and buy an ice cream cone each. As you walk aimlessly around town (c/n) recounts tales of his past dating escapades; some awkward, some boring, some downright disastrous, and a few that sound almost enjoyable. “Personally none of those sound as romantic as mine,” you comment some twenty minutes in.

“Well…” he tilts his head pensively. “I guess this one’s not terrible, though I wouldn’t call it my ‘dream date’ either.”

“Hey, it’s not over yet,” you point out.

“Right,” he says with renewed enthusiasm. “Field! And look, the stars are out. Perfect.”

“Yeah, now we just need the actual field,” you remind him.

He smirks. “Way ahead of you. Did you really think I wouldn’t plan this out to completion?”

“You’re right, how could I be so foolish?” you joke.

(C/n) leads you to a somewhat secluded park with a large grassy area, hidden from the general public by a cluster of trees. Together, you walk over to the middle of the field. (C/n) sits down and pats the ground next to him invitingly. You laugh lightly and join him, lying back to look up at the sky. It’s wonderfully cloudless and clear, revealing hundreds of stars in clusters and constellations. (C/n) points upward. “That one looks like a dick,” he remarks.

You elbow him. “Killing the mood,” you complain.

“My bad,” he says, turning on his side to face you and propping his head up on his elbow. He picks at a blade of grass inches from your face. “I admit the stars do add a certain romantic element to it all.”

“See, it takes a masterful combination of different elements to really create the perfect date,” you say with an air of superiority.

“Says the girl who’s never even been on one,” he teases, flicking pieces of grass onto your face. You spit one out of your mouth and whack him clumsily with the back of your hand. He catches your hand with both of his and starts twiddling with your fingers, a strange but not entirely unpleasant sensation.

“Anyway,” he continues, “it’s almost time for my verdict.”


“Yeah.” (C/n) places the palm of his hand on yours, lining up your fingers. “Your hands are tiny.”

You roll your eyes. “Yours are just extra large. Verdict about what?”

“How romantic this whole ‘surprise date’ thing really was, of course,” he replies. “I followed all your instructions, so this is, like, legit.”

“Uh huh.”

“There’s just one part left,” he says quietly, locking eyes with you.

Your heart races in anticipation. “Oh yeah, what’s that?” you ask innocently.

(C/n) smirks. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he answers in an incredibly sexy voice, and you’re suddenly worried that you’ll faint before anything even happens. Noticing your paralyzed expression, he chuckles, then bites his lip seductively as though he’s actively trying to make it worse. “Do I need to show you?”

With the last scrap of courage you can muster, you nod. (C/n) looks down at your mouth and back at you before leaning in and closing the gap. Your lips collide and his hands go to your face, his thumbs grazing your cheeks. Soon enough he’s on top of you, forearms on either side of your head. And, just as you foretold, you make out. A lot.

When you finally break apart God knows how much later, your faces are flushed, hair mussed up and breathing heavy. As you catch your breath (c/n) says, “I officially approve of this date idea. The last part is the best, hands down.”

“Is it?” you say, aware of the furious beating of your heart.

“Well, the rest was fun too.” He moves a strand of hair out of your face. “Can I tell you something?”


“I wasn’t actually trying to prove anything or test your theory or whatever, I just wanted to go on a date with you,” he confesses.

You laugh giddily. “Really?”

“Really,” he says seriously. “I’ve liked you basically forever.”

“No way, me too!” you exclaim, in a casual tone that even surprises yourself.

He examines your expression. “Are you serious?”

“Completely.” You smile reassuringly.

He breaks into a grin. “In that case the only logical solution is for you to agree to be my girlfriend, right now.”

“Oh damn that’s a tough one,” you say jokingly. “I guess maaaaybee-”

(C/n) rolls his eyes and shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours once more.


I feel so a lone. It’s so hard for me to make friends and the friends I have don’t really invite me places and just assume I wouldn’t want to go or say things were last minute although I have a car & I could meet up with them. I hope I can make some good friends next semester. I don’t want to force people to hang out with me. I honestly don’t ask for much in a friend! I always like/love people more in the relationships & it sucks. I’m shy, but not a bad person. I really need someone in 2017😥

The reason ive been less active...trying to get me away from my abuser.

I guess Ill just get right into it. I need help. And as always in this crazy fucked up world the answer: money. Yes im in desperate need of money. I am 22, I am still living with my dad who for a majority of my life has controlled and mentally and physically abused me. If some of you may know, I have been in a relationship for more than a year and we decided we wanted to go off and you know, make a life together. Sounds easy, I mean hey, 22 im an adult i should be able to go off and do what I want…no. My dad HATES me interacting with the outside world. If I try to hang out with friends he tells me im betraying the family and im a “honkey” lover. If I try to pick up more days at work he comes into my job and watches me, making sure im actually at work. He yells at me, even locks me out of the house and says he “didnt know I left”, When I hang with my boyfriend he calls me a slut, he tells me He’s using me for money and sex (just gonna put it out there couples help couples and we have EQUALLY helped each other). Whenever I try and tell my dad my opinion on anything he tells me im just a dumbass woman. Im fat and undesirable and people only hang with me to use me. He gets in my face, threatens to beat me etc etc…Its gotten me to a point where EVERYDAY I am fighting suicidal tendencies…I have attempted suicide over 50 times in 2016. Everytime I thought about doing it I told myself…it can get better, I have to hold on. I confided in many people who have tried helping me, some buying my art and some giving me money. On my birthday my boyfriend and I decided we would live together on April 17th, we have not been able to find anywhere to live but we can do that later, the rent at his house is pretty high, he lives with his mom who curently doesnt have a job so most of the rent would fall on him and I. We decided to move out on this date cause the weather would be clear and he would have some money saved, right after taxes and all and he said April just feels like a time of new beginnings. He felt my dad would come around to the idea…I know he wouldnt and it would be violent, possibly. I havent told him yet. And he doesnt work so sneaking out of the house would be impossible…I guess ill mention the other problem I have. Medicine. I suffer from trigeminal neuralgia. The medicine has been stripping me dry of money seeing as they only give me two weeks worth of it and I do not have health insurance right now, the one i was on told me I was making’too much’ and they could not help me anymore. So I am fucking struggling for money, I had a goal to earn between $4000-8000 before April 17th…and trust me i know thats pushing it! But I am determined. I have an art shop that I will be uploading in a few days and if people want to donate at KururugiArt@yahoo.com Id appreciate it. My co-worker gave me an idea to put my story out there and just see what happened, doesnt hurt to try im sure I fucked up this whole thing im writing this in the bathroom on my lunch break so im rushing….im desperate. I need to FINALLY live my life…If you took the time to read this I appreciate it…and If you would repost this, id appreicate it too. Even if you cant donate or buy my art, just wishing me luck means so much to me!! Thank you for reading loves…

but when am i going to get my past!b99 episode

kid!Jake and kid!Gina hanging out at nana’s apartment, watching house party 2 way too many times because it was a pajama-jammie-jam and they had no choice, their hands were tied. all their school shenanigans; getting into trouble every now and then; Gina manipulating other kids to help them do their homework while Jake feels guilty but goes along with it because he doesn’t want to do homework

academy!Jake and academy!Rosa meeting and becoming friends after a few weeks when she realizes he’s not just another annoying white guy and actually a pretty sweet dude that she’s gotta protect a little. also Rosa’s hair is a non-human color assuming she’s still not out from her phase in ballet school when she had her hair dyed pink. them groaning together about all the dumb drills and coming up with stupid fun things to do (usually instigated by Jake) which gets them in trouble and causes them to have to do more drills which they then complain about again

Terry and Holt working together at the One-Eight, putting all those prejudiced cops in their places and doing such good work for the community no one feels comfortable saying even one racist slur in their presence

Charles and Jake meeting for the first time and becoming friends- it’s not immediate but Jake realizes that Charles is a truthworthy friend who has his back and what kind of person would he be if he didn’t have Charles’s back too?

Jake and Amy meeting for the first time- because please we need this

Gina meeting everyone for the first time

Terry meeting all the detectives for the first time and finding out their little quirks and flaws- Jake can be a little bit of a lone wolf sometimes because he wants to have the glory of solving a huge case to himself, Amy can be a little too uptight and let her stress cloud her mind and affect her decision making, Rosa punches anything that pisses her off, and Charles has accidentally punched himself once while facing off with a criminal he was supposed to arrest. But he sees all their good qualities too- and he believes in each of them early on and knows that they’re all amazing detectives who are going to be great at their jobs, and he loves watching them prove him right over the years like the proud mama hen he is

Auston Matthews: Toronto Maple Leafs #34

***Austons POV***
“Come on, you are telling me that you would rather sit here and do nothing all night, alone, then go and hang out with Steph and I?” Mitch said again for the hundredth time in the last day.

“Why would I want to go and third wheel on yours and Stephs date?”

“Because it is not just me and Steph going tonight. Steph is bring on of her friends to the Jays game tonight.”

“And so you need me there because…?”

“Listen (Y/N) is a really nice girl and is completely single. She is going to be going to UoT in the fall and she needs some friends. Eventually you are going to end up meeting her so why not tonight?”


“And what?”

“And, there is always a catch to this.”

“I may have already bought an extra ticket for you, so you are coming.”

“Fine, but Mitch I swear if there is anything else,  I will kick your ass.”

***Your POV***
“Steph, I have so much unpacking to do tonight, I could come see a Jays game any other time with you. Why does it have to be tonight?”  You asked, thinking of all the other things you could be doing tonight rather then sitting here.

“Okay so there may be a catch 22 with tonight”

“Steph. What did you do.”


You looked at her, rising your eyebrows at her tone.

“Okay, well I did nothing. Mitch on the other hand I can’t account for.”

“What the hell is he going to do?”

Before Steph could answer, Mitch showed up behind her, carrying drinks and food.

“Mitchell, one of those better be for me, since you made Steph drag me here.” You stated sarcastically.

“Okay, first. We’re going to tone your attitude down. And second, keep it up and this won’t be yours if you don’t.” Mitch said putting his hands on his hips after handing you your drink and taking his seat between you and Steph. You laughed at his poor attempt to sass you, before realizing there was an extra seat between beside you. Before you could ask who the seat was for Mitch stood up.

“Hey look who decided to show! I thought you were lying when you said you were going to come! Anyways, you know me, you have already met Steph. Auston, this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Auston.”

You each exchanged hellos before Auston sat down. Pulling out his phone it gave you the chance to glare at Mitch and Steph. Steph noticed immediate, well it took Mitch a second to realize you were looking at him.

“What?” Mitch asked, oblivious to the disapproving look on your face.

“I know what you’re thinking Mitchell and no.” You hissed  

“I’m bot doing=g anything other than trying to enjoy a Jays game on a beautiful day.” He replied smirking.

“Mitch I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face.”

“What, you don’t trust us?”

“After last time? Not a chance in hell.”

“This time it will turn out better. I promise.”

The last time Mitch and Steph tried to set you up it went terrible. Mitch decided that you were lonely and needed a boyfriend. So he decided that Matthew Tkachuk would be the perfect guy being the newest recruit to the London Knights. You went on a couple dates and it was all going well until you found out 10 months into the relationship that he had been cheating on you for 2 months. You swore you would never date anyone else that they tried to set you up with. Let alone one of Matthews friends and American team mates.

After the game was over all you wanted to do was go home. But Steph had the idea to go out to dinner. You couldn’t take another hour sitting next to Auston again. For the first few innings you had tried to be polite by making small talk. Asking him how he liked Toronto so far. And how hockey was going. But quickly conversation died off and the rest of the game was spent in uncomfortable silence, while Mitch kept yelling in your ear when unfair calls were made.

Reluctantly you agreed to going out for dinner, considering the restaurant was close by you all decided to walk. Mitch and Steph walking hand in hand, well you and Auston trailed behind.

Auston was the first to brake the science. “How long have you known Mitch and Steph?”

“Steph and I grew up next door to each other. So when she started dating Mitch, he and I became friends.” You nodded at your answer unsure what to do now.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were seated quickly, Steph must have noticed your discomfort during the game an decided to sit next to you in the booth, but yet you were still seated across from Auston.

“What are you going to study at UoT (Y/N)?” Auston asked.

“I’m going all the way through for criminology and physiology.”


“It’s a fancy term for studying crimes and criminals. It’s kind of like a detective and forensic anthropologist in one.”

“What’s the physiology for?”

“It’s the study of the body and the mind of living organisms.”

“How long have you been interested in this stuff?”

“Since she first started to fry bugs in the backyard with a magnifying glass” Steph chimed in from beside me. “She was the freaky kid next door that no one wanted to play with.”  She laughed.

“I wasn’t that bad.” You mumbled under your breath, embarrassed that Auston knew that now. No you shouldn’t feel embarrassed, why should you care what he thinks of you.  (Y/N) you can’t fall for him. Young lifted your gaze from where it was on your drink well you played with the straw, well Steph was talking about what you used to do when you were younger.  Auston was looking at you. Your eyes met for a brief second before Mitch coughed. Your eyes shifted to Mitch’s gaze.  Gosh you wanted to lean across the table and wipe that smirk off his face.

“Is there a problem Mitchell?”

“No not at all (Y/N).” The smirk still present on his face.  Auston looked between the three of you, knowing that he was clearly missing something.  You excused your self from the table and walked outside.  

“I told you this was a bad idea Mitch.”  You heard Steph say, knowing her she would be right behind you following you out the door.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), I’m sorry okay. I told Mitch it wasn’t a good idea and I should have pressed harder. But please don’t take it out on Auston he’s a really nice guy and totally oblivious to what Mitch and I were trying to do.” She said catching up to you.

“You know he’s friends with with Matthew. I’m not about to date another hockey player, let alone one of Matthews friends. You know what it did to me and I’m not about to put myself through that again!” You looked up to go and see a person appear behind Steph. You sucked in a breath hoping he didn’t hear much of what you had just said.

“(Y/N) what are you staring at- oh.” She said well turning around. “Well, I think that it would be best if I give you two a minute.” She said heading back to the restaurant to re-join Mitch.

“I’m sorry, I, I, I um I don’t know how much you hear, but it’s nothing personal that I have against you its just that…” You trailed off with Auston still looking at you, you on the other hand couldn’t take your eyes off the ground.

“I didn’t completely know what Mitch was up to when he asked me to come the game today. Although he did tell me that you were going to be coming. It wasn’t until a few minutes ago that I realized what he was trying to do. But I guess his masterminded plan didn’t work very well.” You smiled and laughed. “ No it didn’t.”

“Listen (Y/N), I’ve known Matthew most of my life, and ya he can be a dick sometimes and it sounds like he hurt you pretty bad. But I don’t plan on hurting you and I would really like a chance. Just not with whatever plan Mitch had in mind that plan is probably crazy based on how today went. But just a date and if you don’t like how the first one goes you don’t have to go out with me again. We can then just be friends.” He said smiling.

You pressed your lips together thinking for a moment. “Okay, Matthews. I will go on a date with you.”



“Are you two done yet or can we leave now?” Mitch called from the doors. You and Auston looked over to see Steph smack him in the back of the head. You looked up at Auston and smiled. “Ya we can leave now.” You called over.


3 days later there was a knock on your door.

“I’m coming!” You called well running to the door. You opened it to reveal Auston with a bouquet of flowers.

“Woah, slow down Speedy Gonzales where’s the fire?” He laughed.

“Hi!” You smiled

“Hi, you look nice. Um these are for you.” He handed you the flowers.

“Thank you. You look nice too.”

“Are you ready?” He asked holding out his hand. You accepted his hand and closed your door behind you.

You nodded before walking down the hallway and stepping into a new relationship.

Your best bet for creating an exploitable rift between you and Johnny Dickhole is to start finding ways to get busy. And by that, I mean lie like a cheap rug. Or, shit, tell the truth. I personally find that exhausting. I can’t really be going out that much or having appointments and such. But whatever works for you. They want to hang out this weekend? No dice, your brother just got out of jail and needs some talking to about how to properly de-crime his life. They need you to come over and watch the kids on Thursday? Shit, you just signed up for a cheese-making workshop on Thursday nights. You’d love to help, but it’s ricotta week.

The longer you go without having real, personal contact, the less of a person you become and more of an idea. The idea of you is way easier to forget than the reality. Soon you’ll be a hazy memory. “Didn’t I know a guy once who I used to exploit and take advantage of because I’m a dirtbag? Hmm.” But by then they’ll probably have moved on to using someone else and you’ll have more freedom to take more cheese-making courses. Mozzarella is life, folks.

4 Steps For Dealing With Terrible Friends

“Oh yeah, heh. I was making a joke too, I was totally not abducted by a member of a race of conquering, violent aliens and almost died. Totally didn’t happen.”

These teens are wonderful, they’re going out of their way to hang out with a kid because they genuinely like him.

Also, “freak out some squares?” is that a real phrase?

“…I like all basic shapes!”

Your distaste for not triangle sandwiches would like to disagree with you there Steven.

“You’ve got that much needed counterpoint to our cynical nature.”



Aww, and they respect his decision and leave him alone, promising to hang out when he’s free.

I don’t understand how some people can just hang out with friends on a whim??? I had a friend (not even a close friend) text me asking if I wanted to watch a movie or something which involves A: Being social and either going to her house or her coming here and B: Putting in effort to be human …how do NT people do that? I need at least 3 days notice before doing anything social…

When The Boys Are Away, Girls Get To Play

Request:  If it doesn’t bother you too much, I would love to have a smut with Sarah Urie! She’s my beautiful queen and I’m so gay for her. I’m not really sure what I want, maybe like a cute date or something and it’s your first time together? Or a threesome with Brendon? Idk man I just need Sarah smut and you’re amazing at gay smut

A/n: First of all, thank you for the compliment! Secondly, I love Sarah and I had no problem writing this

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Okay it has been almost a whole week since Monday night with  with Raul Esparza and friends happened. I needed some time to process it and with the 400th episode this week, it has been a whirlwind! It was an amazing night and it was fun to hang out with other fellow Raul fans! I see you @mrschiltoncat @larkistin  @clowchan and Tina too! 

First off, Melissa Errico is an absolute sweetheart! She was the evening’s fairy godmother! She was so sweet to all of us and made sure we got a chance to chat with Raul at various times! 

Okay with that being said, the evening started with all of us waiting to get into the theatre. As we were hanging out Raul came out along with Melissa to get their pictures taken. Raul looked so amazing and handsome! Melissa looked beautiful! They posed for the cameras and got their pictures taken. As they were posing for the cameras, this voice from the crowd was yelling, “Raul Esparza!” I look over and it was Barbara Walsh! THE Barbara Walsh aka Joanne from Company! It was so cool to see Bobby and Joanne together again! And it was funny to see Barbara Walsh fangirl too! Anyways, after the pictures, our group was determined to get @larkistin to talk to Raul and show him her drawings. It took some coaxing, and a bit of dragging her by the hand on my part but it happened! It was such a sweet moment! I was so happy for her! He LOVED them so much! I love it when my friends get to meet their favs! It really makes me happy to see them happy like that.

Okay so for the musical portion of the evening! Raul and Melissa singing a song from Sunday in the Park with George was musical heaven! They were meant to duet together! One day I would love to see them together in a show again. They talked about the time they performed together a couple years ago at the State Department and they ran around touching things they shouldn’t have. It was funny and cute. Sounded like something I would do to be honest! Way to break the rules Esparza! HA!

Then at the end, Raul came back out alone for one more song. He told the story about when he first met Mary Mitchell Campbell at a Sondheim event. Then afterwards, Sondheim invited Raul and Mary Mitchell back to his place and she fell asleep on Sondheim himself. Ha! In her defense she had just come back from a trip overseas and was worn out. But then Raul started talking about working on Company with Mary Mitchell and he pointed out Barbara Walsh in the audience. This led into the most epic moment of the night, Raul singing Being Alive. While he forgot the lyrics at first and they had to start over, it was still the greatest thing ever! This song is everything to me! I have it tattoo’ed on my wrist. This song saved my life at a time when I wanted to give up. I wish I could explain how much this moment got to me. It’s just hard to put into words!

Well after the event, our little group got to talk to Melissa and Raul some more and it rocked! In keeping with the spirit of getting Raul to sign stuffed animals of mine, I got him to sign my little stuffed Charmander. I asked him who would his Pokemon starter and he admitted that he didn’t know Pokemon. He was too old. I wasn’t buying it. He isn’t old. But I brought up Mario Kart so we are good! I also asked him about how things were with his mom. He mentioned to me she was sick and had surgery when I saw him at the ASTEP concert. Good news, he told me she was doing a lot better! Yay! He looked relieved! I can imagine how stressful and scary it all must have been for him.

Last moment of the night was my picture with Raul. I was standing around with @mrschiltoncat talking when Melissa came up to us asking if we had a good time and if there was anything else we wanted or people to meet. I said well I want a picture with Raul but I don’t want to bug him anymore. She said to me, “You want a picture? Give me your phone. I’ll take it. Come on!” So she walked over to Raul and said, “Come on, Raul. She wants a picture with you!” So Melissa took our picture. A perfect end to a wonderful night!

Thank you Melissa and thank you Raul for taking the time to talk to all of us and for the pictures! Thank you friends for the good time! Here are some of my pictures from the night!

Hello, I may only be a birb but I wanted to send out a message to all those that need it.

Life may feel hard (like climbing this play structure)

But I know you can get there.  You may need some friends.

And even if you need help, know that we still love you and will give you all the kisses and bubble popping sounds you need to get through.

Don’t forget to take some time for yourself too.  Maybe a nice long shower?

Or a one footed nap?

Or even take time to be silly and hang from the ceiling.

Just know that we love you and you can always reach out to us or our human.

Love, Boris, Momo, And Zodi.

@pepperandpals @pom-seedss @tinysaurus-rex @sourdoughbirb @torque-witch @loganscove @scary-monsters-and-super-creeps @roseymoseyberry @tinysaurus-rex @windkonig @orriculum

Feel free to edit and make even more loving.  I am restricted by my old computer and what it will let me do.  You can even add your own birds!


OMG She is so tiny and alone in these scene, no matter how powerful she is. I am literally crying.

I mean, just check it out, everyone in the Super squad  has some new adventure now. Alex has Maggie, Winn hanging out with James more now, J’hon has the connection with M’ggan. They all seems happy, but Kara? Those old friend will have plans for the night out or in themselves now and the new adventure in her new life? Mon-El is a mess, he can’t do well in either job or personal life; Snapper is still someone she need to earn, and Cat is gone.


Just imagine, if this is season one, when event like this happened, at the end of the episode, it would be either a relieving and encouraging conversation with Cat on the balcony, or a Netflix night with Alex, maybe also everyone else and they’d eat pizza and potstickers. And here we got two scenes of lost and tired Kara. This might be an important phase in everyone’s life experience and it totally make sense that even Kara would feel down at some point. But recently I feel this show is focusing less and less on Kara. Or maybe I just miss Cat and their interaction. Even she did not show up, the end would be much more better if Kara is not depressed because of those boys, one particularly.

Stop playing around writers. This show is called SUPERGIRL, I mean, she is in the title, right?

Whiskey glass

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss

Hi, so it’s my first ever fic but I plan to write much more, and I would love your opinion :)

Pairing: Stiles / Y/N

Warnings: Smut

My inspirators : @dumbass-stilinski​ , @writing-obrien​ & @stilinski-jpeg

                                              THANK YOU ALL !! <3

„It’s gonna be fine man, we’ll get some or maybe not, but you need to get over her” Scott said to his not so optimistic friend.

„I don’t even know if I want to get over her” Stiles mumbled quietly.

„So let’s say I’m just taking you there to have some fun. I feel like we haven’t hang out in a while”

„But does it have to be crowded, loud club, full of girls that are completly out of my league ?”Stiles made that weird face of disapproval.

„First of all, if you’d try for sure a lot of girls would sway around you” Scott frowned. „And we don’t even have to pine for those girls, we could easily just get drunk and have a good time just together” he added.

„Okay, okay I’ll go” Stiles stated.

„Woohoa, we’ll be fucking wasted!” Scott was overly enjoying it.

„I still feel like it’s the worst thing that’ll happen to me this week” Stiles joked.

„Don’t be all anxious and shit, we’re here to have fun” Scott responded.

They entered the club, which as Stiles predicted was really crowded and loud as fuck. Stiles wanted to back up quickly, but Scott’ve catch his arm and pushed him toward the dancing people. Stiles instantly got thru the crowd to the bar and ordered two tequillas, cause he knew he wouldn’t be able to get thru the night sober.

„Oh you already ordered” Scott mentioned. „And you got one for me too” he smiled.

„No I need them both pal” Stiles took one glass after another and bottomed it quickly, making sour face with it.

„Four more, please!” Scott ordered.

Stiles looked at him with that devilish smirk on his face, the bartender came with four more, they drank it and the next thing Stiles knows, is Scott bringing him to the dancefloor.

Scott didn’t even need five minutes to find a girl to dance with. Stiles was a little anxious about being there alone, even though masses of people danced and stumbled around him. Few moments later he catched with a corner of his eye a girl holding up the wall with a whiskey glass in her hand.

He decided to come up to her.

„Why are you standing here all alone?” He asked.

„I’m not alone” She gestured at the whiskey glass in her hand.

„Okay than, I won’t interrupt” He offered a small smile and was about to leave.

„Wanna dance with me?” She asked. Stiles was pretty suprised by the offer, but than took her hand and directed them to the dancefloor. The music was kinda terrible, but they had drunk too much to even care. She swayed her hips with the rythm, constantly bouncing them into his. He caressed his long fingers on her sides raising her tank top. He nudged her hair to the side with his nose and bit her neck, earning a quiet moan from her. She brought her lips to his ear and whispered: „Would you mind if we would get out of here?”. Stiles just nodded and kissed her eagerly. She took his hand and brought him outside.

„We could catch a cab, but I live like a block away, so..?”

„We can walk” He smiled and let her lead the way.

„Why did you even come up to me?” She asked.

„What do you mean?”

„There were so many pretty girls swirling around you with their bodies wrapped up in tight dresses, and I was just standing there, in my shorts and star wars tanktop, with my whiskey holding up the wall” She laughed.

„You’re really pretty, and you seemed to be someone I can also talk with” He answered.

„Oh, it kinda worked, we’re talking aren’t we?” She laughed again.

Stiles laughed along with her.

„But it was pretty obvious why you got me out of there so quickly” She grinned.

„Maybe, but it doesn’t mean we have to do anything, if you don’t want to” He said and she looked at him kindly.

„By the way I still don’t know your name” He stated smiling.

„And I don’t know yours” She smiled with him.

„ I’m Stiles” he offered her a hand and smiled widely almost laughing.

„I’m Y/N” she took it and they both burst into laugh.

„Oh we’re already here, that’s me” She pointed at the building.

„So should I come in or..?” He asked.

„Of course, or do you have something other to do?” She smiled.

„No I don’t” He stated simply.

They got up the stairs to the doors of flat number 7. They stopped and she got her keys out of her short’s back pocket. She opened the door and bowed smiling, so he would come in. Saying that he was amazed would be an understatement. The place wasn’t small or large, just the perfect size. There was Star Wars literally everywhere, a lots of photos, and that big wall painted with chalkboard paint that she drew on. A lots of books piling up everywhere cause the bookshelf was too small to handle them. She took her chucks off and wandered to the kitchen.

„Do you want something to drink?” She asked getting him out of his amazement.

„Sure. Anything’s good” He smiled and went to the kitchen after her.

„I really like your place.” He said.


„Really, really.”

„Thanks” She blushed a little when he looked at her.

„So Star Wars I figured out by your tee, but you really like books huh?” He ask wondering.

„You can say that” She gave him a bottle of mountain dew.

„Thanks” He opened it and took a big sip. „You don’t sound like you’re from here, did I get it right?” He was curious about her.

„Yeah I’m actually from Poland” she answered.

„Poland? I didn’t expected that considering how british your accent is”

„Yeah I know everyone assumes I’m from UK, but I guess I’m good with accents” she smirked.

„To be honest I didn’t really expect any of it.”

„Any of it?” She repeated.

„Like your place totally amused me, and that artsy wall, that’s chalkboard paint?”

„Yeah, when I’m feeling extremely happy or sad or whatever I change the drawing, making another one guided by the feeling.”

„Intersting” he whispered. She came around him and started kissing and licking him down his neck. He turned to face her and cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply. The kiss was long and they separated only, because of lack of oxygen.

„Wow” She simply whispered.

„I know we came here assumimng one thing to happen, and I still want it, it’s not like that, but I really like you and maybe it doesn’t have to be a one night stand?” He asked looking directly into her eyes.

„I thought exactly the same thing” She admitted.

„But I still want to do it” she said „like right now” she pulled at his shirt and kissed him. His hands wondered down her body cupping her buttcheeks. She pulled back to make him take his shirt off. He tossed it on the floor and took her Vader tanktop off. He started kissing and nipping her collarbone and nudged her bra strap with his nose, so it fell down her shoulder. He came up to her and took her up as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He carried her to the bedroom and gently layed her down on a bed. She brought him with her and kissed him, then started to kiss along his jawline earning a deep growl from him. He slid down and took her shorts off along with her panties, and she quickly took of her bra.

„Someone’s impatient here” He laughed a little. He sucked on her nipple and she pulled at his hair.

„And someone’s wearing too much here” she said and sat up working on the buckle of his belt.

He slid two fingers between her folds and she let out a moan.

„You’re already so wet” He slid two fingers inside of her but she just pulled him by his shoulder.

„What is it ?” He asked concerned.

„We’ll have plenty of time for that later, I want to feel you” she admitted.

„Whatever you say princess” He winked.

He quickly took his pants taking a silver packet out of his pocket. He ripped the package with his teeth. He pumped himself a few times and rolled it over his member. He hovered over Y/N

and looked her in the eyes asking for aproval. She just nodded and he pushed in, waiting for her to adjust to the size, than he started moving painfully slow.

„Faster Stiles” she begged him.

He picked up his pace. Y/N moaned loudly making him go even faster.

„You feel so good Y/N” Stiles said breathlessly and moaned when you clenched around him.

He took her legs and hiked them up his hips hitting in a different angle that made her moan even louder.

„Stiles!” her vision slightly blurred „ I’m not going to last long” she said.

„Me neither” he intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed her. She let out last silent moan when she saw the stars. He followed soon after filling the condom with the hot white liquid. He collapsed on her attaching his forhead with her’s and nudging her nose. He rolled off of her and discarded the tied up condom into the trashcan next to the bedside table. He brought her closer to him, cuddling with her and covering them both with a blanket.

„It was…” Y/N made big eyes.

„The best sex I’ve ever had?” he ended her sentence for her.

„For sure” She smiled looking up at him.

He snuggled her closer into his chest leaving a kiss on her forehead. They were just to fell asleep, their eyelids heavy when Stiles’s phone started ringing from his pants thrown on floor at the end of the bed. He jumped up looking for the phone. When he finally got it he called back, Scott who was probably wondering where the hell is his best friend.

„Hey Stiles where the fuck are you?” Scott shouted

„Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow, bye” He said and hung up snuggling back to Y/N. She wrapped her hand around his waist and played connect the dots on his moles with the other, deep in thought.

„What are you thinking about?” Stiles asked playing with Y/N’s hair.

„It was never like that”

„What was never like that?”

„I mean most of the times when guy cames to my place after meeting in a club he just constantly fucks me in like 15 minutes, not even letting me come most of the times and then leaves not even knowing my name”

„You kidding?”

„No actually I’m not” She looked at her hands.

He took her chin with his pointer and middle finger and brought her up to look at him.

„You deserve so much more” He kissed her sweetly and hugged her.

She let one single tear of joy run down her cheek.