is a lucky lady

Nicest thing I saw in retail

I remember one time a lady came through with a bunch of things obviously for a baby (essentials like diapers, food, etc.) I gave her her total and her face just fell, and she quietly said, “It can’t be that much, can it?” My heart just broke for this poor lady when I told her unfortunately it is, and she just sort of looked at the stuff with all her anxiety showing. 

The lady behind her kind of starts craning her head to see what was holding up the line, and I start watching her, fully prepared to speak up if she started getting snippy. But she tapped the lady on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me for asking, but do you not have enough to buy this for your child?” No judgement, no snippy tone, just a soft spoken question.

The lady looked at her with her eyes tearing up and just shook her head, obviously embarrassed but trying not to show it, and without another word the second lady turns to me and says, “It’ll be debit, please.” And proceeds to pay for the first lady’s things. (Keep in mind the total was well over a hundred; this was no small amount.)

The first lady stared at her open-mouthed for a minute before saying, “God bless you, God bless you,” over and over to this other lady, who was acting like it was no big deal and even helped the lady pack up her cart while I rang through her things. After the first lady left I said to her, “I’ve worked retail for two years and that was the nicest thing I’ve ever seen, ma'am.”

The lady just shrugged and said, “I’ve been lucky enough to be well off in my life. Not everyone is. Why shouldn’t I help them?”

I think of her whenever the opportunity to be kind to someone pops up. If only we had more people in the world like that angel. 

In case ya’ll don’t already know, I feel obligated to tell you that Anya has to literally stand on a box to effectively kiss Dmitry in the Anastasia Broadway musical and it’s honestly too adorable for words.

Imagine being on your first date with Tom. You try to play it cool, pretending not to be completely dazzled every time he looks at you with those sparkling blue eyes. He acts like a perfect gentleman - opening doors for you, holding your hand, showering you with complements. By the end of the night you start to let your guard down, just in time for him to give you the perfect goodnight kiss.

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Don’t Stop The Punk

Get Lucky by Daft Punk feat. Pharrell Williams & Nile Rodgers vs.

Don’t Stop The Music by Rihanna
Perfect Illusion by Lady Gaga
Into You by Ariana Grande
Circus by Britney Spears.

  • Suigetsu: So Sasuke, how was your first kiss?
  • Sasuke: Pretty good
  • Suigetsu: And who is the lucky lady?
  • Sasuke: Naruto
  • Suigetsu: Ähmm... okay but I meant your real first kiss
  • Sasuke: And I already said it was Naruto
  • Suigetsu: Yeah but where you both wanted it
  • Sasuke: Yes, Naruto.
  • Suigetsu: No you don't understand! I mean when did you kissed the person you love for the first time!?
  • Sasuke: Ah okay i got it
  • Suigetsu: ...
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Suigetsu: ...
  • Sasuke: It also was Naruto
imagine MC ends up with 707, and she leaves the house one day but leaves her phone

*707 sees the phone an automatically has an idea*
*he goes into your bedroom, and puts on your signature sweater and leggings*
*he pulls a wig that almost exactly resembles your hair*
*he takes your phone, poses, and takes a picture in the mirror and sends it in the group chat*
Zen: I hope this isn’t out of line but,,,,, you look so beautiful MC. Seven is a lucky man.
Jumin: Indeed he is, she is a very elegant lady.
Jaehee: MC, weren’t you supposed to be going out today?
Yoosung: *doesn’t say anything because he KNOWS it’s 707. He’s gotten enough of his girl selfies to know.*
*Seven sends another selfie,, but it’s without the wig and he’s blowing a kiss*
*jumin has left the chat*
*jaehee has left the chat*
Zen: SEVEN WHY. WHYY DO Yo u DO THeS E THINGS
Yoosung: I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. YOU C An’T FOOL ME ANYMORE 707

////mission accomplished, agent 707 out////

Rick Grimes for Best Kiss

You know…I am in awe at the way Rick kisses Michonne.

Like some people take brief pauses or they go slow but Rick is a hungry kisser.

He devours her or barely gives her any time to catch her breath before he dives back in. It’s like his lips are magnetized to hers. There’s this ravenous, passionate drive behind them that makes me get all tingley and what not.

Damn, those Rick Grimes kisses are something else.

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“Thanks, Maggie. Love you,” Dex says, and Nursey’s heart stops beating for a moment. His lungs refuse to inhale or exhale. The muscles in his legs forget that they are holding up an actual person.

Then Dex’s eyes catch his, going wide at the interruption, and Nursey somehow finds it in himself to pretend that everything is exactly the same now as it was thirty seconds ago.

He looks away and heads for the fridge, his limbs remembering themselves once more.

“Hey, uh, sorry, I gotta go. Can I call you back?” Dex says into his cell phone on the other side of the Haus kitchen.

Nursey rummages through several pounds of butter in search of something edible. He silently repeats to himself his old mantra from Andover, from when he could barely see straight for the tears welling up in his eyes at every backhanded remark or micro-aggression. The mantra he used to train his emotions not to show themselves at every turn, the way they had done with abandon throughout his childhood.

“Write it down instead,” his sister suggested, when he confided to her his inability to keep things bottled up. And, after a time, that strategy seemed to work.

Write it down instead, he still tells himself now, at the end of his Sophomore year at Samwell, whenever the world becomes too much, whenever he feels suddenly as though his façade of always okay always fine always chill isn’t strong enough to handle the current situation.

Nursey begins to silently run through the words again in his head now, trying very hard not to analyze why he needs to.

“Um, so. How much of that did you hear?” Dex asks him, and luckily Nursey’s got his head buried so far into the freezer that he doesn’t have to cover his pained grimace.

“Not much, man, don’t worry about it. Hey, you think Bitty would murder us if we used his new oven for store-brand taquitos?”

He barely hears Dex’s reply, though, too busy faking normalcy. Too busy wondering who it was on the other end of Dex’s phone call that got to hear the words “I love you” from the guy, and so casually offered up that Dex must say it to her daily.

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