it was ninety nine cents

Most of us can’t rush around, talking to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven’t time, money or that many friends. The things you’re looking for…are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.
Please You (M)

Originally posted by babiescars

**credit to original owner of gif  ヽ(^◇^*)/

pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 3.1k
request: Hi! If it’s not too much to ask, is it possible for you to do 2 different bdsm scenarios of jimin and jungkook. Where it gets really dirty lol. Thank you!!!
a/n: i literally cannot write after sex stuff to save my life I’m sorry, pls love me still. Jungkook’s part is tomorrow~~

⚠️  smut warning ⚠️

“Jimin?” you called softly, only to be met with a bitter silence through the halls of the dorm. Namjoon had called you and told you that Jimin wasn’t feeling to good so wasn’t going out with the other boys to get food, so you were the one that was going to have to look after him whilst they were out.

Not that you wouldn’t enjoy looking after Jimin, because his company was always appreciated. The only problem was that you were ninety nine point nine per cent sure he wasn’t actually sick - judging from the fact two hours ago he had FaceTimed you and he was laughing and joking like his usual, not-sick self.

So, either Namjoon was lying to you or Jimin was lying to everyone. The latter seemed more likely because Jimin had told the boys on more than one occasion that he was sick so that he could sneak you into the dorm, but you’d seen each other earlier. There was no point lying about the fact that sometimes Jimin was clingy (the good clingy - he’d always want to see you but he’d still understand that you had a life outside of him), but you really couldn’t think of why he’d need you back tonight.

Actually, you could. Who were you kidding, this was Park Jimin.

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Nine Ninety-nine Cents African American E-books

Great Speeches by African Americans: Frederick Douglass, Sojourner Truth, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Barack Obama, and Others by James Daley  [BOOK LINK]

The Souls of Black Folk by W. E. B. Du Bois  [BOOK LINK]

Not Without Laughter by Langston Hughes  [BOOK LINK]

Unmistakably Black: Sculpture and Paintings From The World’s First Civilisation by Anu M'Bantu  [BOOK LINK]

Twelve Years a Slave: Plus Five American Slave Narratives, Including Life of Frederick Douglass, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Life of Josiah Henson, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, Up From Slavery by Solomon Northup  [BOOK LINK]

Narrative of Sojourner by Sojourner Truth  [BOOK LINK]

Up from Slavery by Booker T. Washington  [BOOK LINK]

The Mis-Education of the Negro by Carter Godwin Woodson  [BOOK LINK]

When I Was a Slave: Memoirs from the Slave Narrative Collection edited by Norman R. Yetman  [BOOK LINK]

Most of us can’t rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities in the world, we haven’t time, money or that many friends. The things you’re looking for […] are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.
—  Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

@fiercedominance continued from [x]

It was just one of those little gas station roses, one of those that cost like ninety nine cents and could be found next to the condoms, but still. A flower was a flower, And every pretty girl deserved to get a flower. “This is what Americans do when they like a girl, right? Give her flowers?” Kevin joked, handing the flower to Nia. “Seriously, take it.”

World society has throughout its millions of years on earth made its judgments upon visible, tangible, sensorially demonstrable criteria. We may safely say that the world is keeping its eye on the unimportant, visible one per cent of the historical transformation, while missing the significance of the ninety-nine per cent of over-all, unseen changes. Forms are inherently visible and no longer can ‘forms follow functions,’ because the significant functions are invisible.
—  Buckminster Fuller

Okay so a couple of days ago I called my grandfather to wish him a happy 82nd birthday, and he was like, “Oh, we’re going out to dinner! I’m gonna get dressed up all fancy and such!”

And I’m like, “Oh, where are you going?”

And he responds, “We’re going to Wendy’s! Have you heard of that place? They have chicken sandwiches for NINETY NINE CENTS.”

My grandfather may be 82 years old and have crippling anxiety but my god the man can still make anything exciting.

  • Takao: Oh my god, Shin-chan, what the hell are you wearing?
  • Midorima: I’m told the fur coat, gold chains, and jewels go well with my lucky item of today.
  • Takao: What is it?
  • Midorima: This cane. It was all they had at the thrift shop. It’s very convenient that they had all this stuff to match.
  • Takao: Oh my god. You did not pick up a pimp stick at the thrift shop. And seriously, that fur coat is ridiculous.
  • Midorima: But shit, it was ninety nine cents.
  • Me: girl have you heard One Direction's new song?!?
  • Coworker: really... One Direction..... -_-
  • Me on the outside: stop denying their musical godliness please.
  • Me on the inside: this little piece of toast better quit this job now before I take a clothes tagging gun and tag her eyeball and mark it as ninety nine cents and put her on the rack for someone to buy.
Macklemore weed shop

Hey Macklemore, can we go weed shopping?

Weed on the coat pocket, it’s so damn weed
That people like, “Damn! That’s a weed in that pocket!”
Rollin’ in, hella weed, headin’ to the weed shop with macklemore,
Dressed in all pink, ‘cept my gator shoes, those are weed colored
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin’ next to me with weed in my pocket
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly’s weed
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Smoke it)
Coppin’ it, washin’ it, 'bout to go and get some marijuana
Passin’ up on those weed shoes gonna

I just got a notification informing me that Spotify will let me go premium for ninety-nine cents. Is this a scam? It seems completely outrageous. Then again, the amounts that most companies charge to stream music is also outrageous. You wonder how much of it goes to the profit of the artist. Wasn’t there a big scandal about this earlier in the year? I can’t keep up with the times.

Anyway, should I take the deal? I’m in need of a good recommendation for new music to begin with.

The Grimm Outdoors (emeraldpickpocket)

The Emerald Forest.

A dangerous location for even the most skilled of Hunters. It was brimming with the Creatures of Grimm. If one was to let their guard down here there was roughly a ninety nine per cent chance they’d end up as Grimm Chow. No one in their right mind would spend more than a few hours in this place…

And Team BRNT along with the rest of the year were going to be spending the next three days out in the harsh forest.

Professor Ozpin called it a “Residential Crash Course.” Basically, teams were to go into the Forest, scout out a suitable place for a camp, establish an effective perimeter and survive until the three days were over. They were to hunt their own food and find their own fresh water, just like any professional Hunter would on a long mission like this.

The members of Team BRNT trudged through the forest. Beryl was in front scouting ahead, Rona was busy with looking out for signs of Grimm, Noto was simply looking at the tall trees and Terra was busy looking at a map to try and pinpoint their location. Under normal circumstances, it would have just been the four of them. However Ozpin had assigned a girl named Emerald to them as a tag-along. Apparently her own team had experienced rather troublesome circumstances and as such, she was without a team to participate.

As they walked, Beryl turned to the temporary addition. A curious expression adorning her face.

“You’re from Haven Academy, right? Here for the Vytal Festival. What’s Haven like? Any different than Beacon?”