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As long as he could see Jean’s guard drop and his eyes go soft at the edges. As long as he could talk to Jean about his problems openly and not have to worry about being judged. As long as Jean knew Jeremy would do the same.
                                                   As long as he was with Jean then it would be worth it. 


- he could taste the stars,
 x.

How 10 minutes resulted in a $1,000 loss...

First-time poster, TL/DR at bottom as it’s a long post.

About 6 years back, I was on my way to my parents one night (who live in another state), and I stop at a bridal store in my state to order my bridesmaid’s dress. I’m wearing a pair of old jeans, and I didn’t pack any others because my intent was to take my mother out shopping the next morning, and I was going to pick up a few pairs of jeans then. Specifically I was going to go that chain store with another name for blue in the title, as they were having a sale on their jeans for $20.

I’m getting dressed after my fitting, and because I’m an unbalanced idiot, I step on the right pants leg while trying pull the jeans up, and make what was a small rip into a big one. A huge “from the top of the back right pocket to back of knee” rip. Yeah, not embarrassing at all. Thank goodness I was wearing decent underwear.

But wait…chain store has a location few doors down (this is one of those outside plaza kind of places), and I still have 15 minutes before they close.

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tvvinyard  asked:

Maggie! my #1 question of all time: how do you write things in a way that's so colorful and living and *real*? in the raven boys where blue notices a pair of boxers still folded into some jeans, I was so blown away. I know it's a tiny detail, but it was so significant to me. those tiny little details are what set TRC apart from any series i've ever read- it's the scene I remind myself of when I write, and it's something I can't figure out how to master. tips? comments? concerns? gimme ur secrets

Dear tvvinyard,

Why thank you.

As a reader, my favorite kinds of books are those that strike me as cunning and curious mirrors of the real world. I like nothing better than reading a line in a novel and thinking — yes! that is just exactly how that feels/ looks/ tastes! It’s like a currency. The more the author throws tiny truths like that out upon the page, the more willing I am to invest myself in everything else.

Because it’s something I like to do as a reader, it’s also something I try to do as a writer. There’s that old wisdom that you should write the books you would like to read, after all. 

It’s hard, though, because it requires both good observation of the world and a willingness to consider how the reader is feeling at all moments. Take the boxers in the jeans moment, for instance. I knew what I was trying to paint: that feeling of being an outsider among friends who know each other well, and also that feeling of being a teen girl among a stereotypical pack of boys. To do that, I had to think back on what kind of moments would make someone feel that way, then I had to scour through my observation of life to see if I could find a real-life example, and then I had to try to double check my instincts to make sure that whatever moment or behavior I’d observed was universal enough to have a good effect on the reader. 

Boxers tucked into jeans does a lot of lifting, I think. It’s the classic oh-god-underwear-has-touched-your-privates situation, for starters, and the tucked inside the jeans indicates a sort of familiarity among the inhabitants of the room: whoever removed those jeans had no problem stripping and leaving the stuff right there. 

tl;dr underwear does a lot of work.

urs,

Stiefvater

How 10 minutes resulted in a $1,000 loss...

First-time poster, TL/DR at bottom as it’s a long post.

About 6 years back, I was on my way to my parents one night (who live in another state), and I stop at a bridal store in my state to order my bridesmaid’s dress.   I’m wearing a pair of old jeans, and I didn’t pack any others because my intent was to take my mother out shopping the next morning, and I was going to pick up a few pairs of jeans then.   Specifically I was going to go that chain store with another name for blue in the title, as they were having a sale on their jeans for $20.  

I’m getting dressed after my fitting, and because I’m an unbalanced idiot, I step on the right pants leg while trying pull the jeans up, and make what was a small rip into a big one.  A huge “from the top of the back right pocket to back of knee” rip.   Yeah, not embarrassing at all.   Thank goodness I was wearing decent underwear.

But wait…chain store has a location few doors down (this is one of those outside plaza kind of places), and I still have 15 minutes before they close.  

I hurry down (as much as my trying to keep my pants closed with one hand walk will let me) and reach the door.  Locked.   I try all the doors… all locked.  Look at the sign, it says they close at 9pm, but it’s 8:50.   Yeah, I know it sucks to get last minute customers, but I’m just gonna be in and out for a pair of jeans, and I’m happy to tell the workers that…if they come to the door.  But they won’t.  They just look at me.

I call the store (seriously don’t want to have to drive 3 hours in ripped jeans, and I know I’m going to have to stop for gas at one point, where I’m sure I’ll be positioned just right for the security camera to catch a view of my ass, and OMG could you please just open the door!!!) and the hours are definitely 9am - 9pm.  No sign saying they were closing early for a meeting or anything like that.  Nope, the workers just decided to close early.

Now I’m pissed off…it’s February, it’s cold, I gotta 3 hour drive, and I just wanted a pair of jeans.

Get to my parents house, my mother is like, only you, and loans me a pair of pants to wear for the next day.

Go out shopping the next morning, get to the chain store that’s near my parents’ home, and a thought occurs to me.  I remember I used to buy clothes at this outlet store which I was two hours away, but if I wanted to return or exchange it, I could go to a local store.   One day, I was making a return and the local store clerk was frustrated…she mentioned that she hated the outlet for always telling people they could return at a local store, because people would spend gobs of money, then realize they overspent, and would make their returns at the local store…so the outlet sales numbers looked great, but the local stores’ sales / return numbers would look bad because they were taking in all of these outlet clothes on returns.  

Ohhh, yeah!

I go into chain store location with my Mom, and confirm that yes, I could return chain store purchases at any location.  And yes, they would have to pay me back the sales tax that I paid, not the local sales tax (my parents’ state sales tax was a full 1.2% higher than local store’s sales tax - tee hee)!

The poor sales clerk just KNOWS I’m about to return something to her from another state.   Instead, I smile sweetly and hand her 51 pairs of jeans.   I took all different sizes so I wouldn’t completely wipe them out of a particular size, hey, it wasn’t their fault.   1 pair for me, and 50 pairs for later.   I assure her I will not be returning these to her store, and I thank her for her time.  If I’d had the money, I would have bought more, but I only had enough temporary spare money to cover the 50 pairs.

Get back to my local store in my state the next day.  Confirm again that they were supposed to be open until 9pm on that fateful evening, and that means they are supposed to let you in the store as long as you walk in by 9pm.  

Then I tell them I have a return.  Nope, no need to exchange, I just need my money back.  Here is my ID, my receipt, and my debit card.   Please process this almost $1100 in return, and I’m happy to wait.   Manager wants to know if there is a problem with the jeans, and I say nope, just wanted to inconvenience the store that decided it wanted to close early.  Oh you need to inspect all the jeans…no problem, take your time, I brought a book with me.  

So so so very petty, and because the jean sale had ended, and it was a Sunday, they weren’t as busy as they normally were…I know that I made an impact on their bottom line for that day.   Wish I could have bought and returned 500 pairs of jeans, but oh well.  I satisfied myself with that moment of pettiness.

TL/DR: Store closed early, so I returned a bunch of items to screw with their profit/loss for the day.

How 10 minutes resulted in a $1,000 loss...

First-time poster, TL/DR at bottom as it’s a long post.

About 6 years back, I was on my way to my parents one night (who live in another state), and I stop at a bridal store in my state to order my bridesmaid’s dress.   I’m wearing a pair of old jeans, and I didn’t pack any others because my intent was to take my mother out shopping the next morning, and I was going to pick up a few pairs of jeans then.   Specifically I was going to go that chain store with another name for blue in the title, as they were having a sale on their jeans for $20.  

I’m getting dressed after my fitting, and because I’m an unbalanced idiot, I step on the right pants leg while trying pull the jeans up, and make what was a small rip into a big one.  A huge “from the top of the back right pocket to back of knee” rip.   Yeah, not embarrassing at all.   Thank goodness I was wearing decent underwear.

But wait…chain store has a location few doors down (this is one of those outside plaza kind of places), and I still have 15 minutes before they close.  

I hurry down (as much as my trying to keep my pants closed with one hand walk will let me) and reach the door.  Locked.   I try all the doors… all locked.  Look at the sign, it says they close at 9pm, but it’s 8:50.   Yeah, I know it sucks to get last minute customers, but I’m just gonna be in and out for a pair of jeans, and I’m happy to tell the workers that…if they come to the door.  But they won’t.  They just look at me.

I call the store (seriously don’t want to have to drive 3 hours in ripped jeans, and I know I’m going to have to stop for gas at one point, where I’m sure I’ll be positioned just right for the security camera to catch a view of my ass, and OMG could you please just open the door!!!) and the hours are definitely 9am - 9pm.  No sign saying they were closing early for a meeting or anything like that.  Nope, the workers just decided to close early.

Now I’m pissed off…it’s February, it’s cold, I gotta 3 hour drive, and I just wanted a pair of jeans.

Get to my parents house, my mother is like, only you, and loans me a pair of pants to wear for the next day.

Go out shopping the next morning, get to the chain store that’s near my parents’ home, and a thought occurs to me.  I remember I used to buy clothes at this outlet store which I was two hours away, but if I wanted to return or exchange it, I could go to a local store.   One day, I was making a return and the local store clerk was frustrated…she mentioned that she hated the outlet for always telling people they could return at a local store, because people would spend gobs of money, then realize they overspent, and would make their returns at the local store…so the outlet sales numbers looked great, but the local stores’ sales / return numbers would look bad because they were taking in all of these outlet clothes on returns.  

Ohhh, yeah!

I go into chain store location with my Mom, and confirm that yes, I could return chain store purchases at any location.  And yes, they would have to pay me back the sales tax that I paid, not the local sales tax (my parents’ state sales tax was a full 1.2% higher than local store’s sales tax - tee hee)!

The poor sales clerk just KNOWS I’m about to return something to her from another state.   Instead, I smile sweetly and hand her 51 pairs of jeans.   I took all different sizes so I wouldn’t completely wipe them out of a particular size, hey, it wasn’t their fault.   1 pair for me, and 50 pairs for later.   I assure her I will not be returning these to her store, and I thank her for her time.  If I’d had the money, I would have bought more, but I only had enough temporary spare money to cover the 50 pairs.

Get back to my local store in my state the next day.  Confirm again that they were supposed to be open until 9pm on that fateful evening, and that means they are supposed to let you in the store as long as you walk in by 9pm.  

Then I tell them I have a return.  Nope, no need to exchange, I just need my money back.  Here is my ID, my receipt, and my debit card.   Please process this almost $1100 in return, and I’m happy to wait.   Manager wants to know if there is a problem with the jeans, and I say nope, just wanted to inconvenience the store that decided it wanted to close early.  Oh you need to inspect all the jeans…no problem, take your time, I brought a book with me.  

So so so very petty, and because the jean sale had ended, and it was a Sunday, they weren’t as busy as they normally were…I know that I made an impact on their bottom line for that day.   Wish I could have bought and returned 500 pairs of jeans, but oh well.  I satisfied myself with that moment of pettiness.

TL/DR: Store closed early, so I returned a bunch of items to screw with their profit/loss for the day.

Did anyone ask for...

…newlywed Fitzsimmons finally moving into their apartment and talking about babies? No? Well here it is anyway, with bonus discussion of Fitz’s craptastic father!

Written as a follow-up to this fic, but it’s not necessary to have read that one first. Takes place roughly a month after everyone escapes from the Framework. Enjoy!

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“Well, that’s the last box,” Mack announced, setting the cardboard box down with a grunt. Though he’d carried it with relative ease, the muted thud it made as it settled onto the hardwood floor revealed its surprising weight.

“Thank you for getting the heavier ones,” Jemma said gratefully, patting Mack’s arm as she passed him, fluttering about the apartment to make sure all of the boxes had been placed in the rooms that matched their carefully written labels.

Mack shrugged off the praise as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “No problem. Hey, I’ve got to head back to the base to finish up those repairs for Coulson. Congratulations again, you two.”

“Thanks Mack,” Fitz said with a smile and nod. “See you soon.”

With a final wave, Mack headed out the door and out of the apartment building, where Elena was no doubt waiting impatiently for him. The only one left lingering after being wrangled into helping them move the last of their things from the Playground to their new apartment was Daisy. As Jemma roped Fitz into finally beginning the long process of unpacking, Daisy meandered through the apartment, studying the various paint samples Jemma had taped up whenever she’d found a spare moment throughout the past week.

Jemma happened upon her while she was speculatively eyeing the spare bedroom, which was empty of both boxes and paint samples – she and Fitz weren’t quite decided on what to do with it yet. As Jemma came to stand beside her, Daisy threw a wry smirk at her and said mischievously, “Well, you’ve got a ring, you’ve got a cozy little apartment – I think I know what comes next.”

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought of maybe like the 5 times or 4 or whatever times Jeremy doesn't get a red card and the one time he does. I guess I just want you to think about one of the ONLY times ISC has gotten a red card is because someone is being a dick to Jean you know? I love your stuff so much!! Thanks for considering this <3

Here it is! Most of it is under the cut cause it got a little long. I hope you like it!

Warning for homophobic slurs.

I. The first time Jeremy almost gets a red card, it’s as a senior in high school. He avoids looking at the crowd, avoids thinking about how there are scouts out there with all eyes on him. This is his shot and he knows that. He gets subbed in, flashes a smile to his family and pulls his helmet on to run onto the field.

Once he’s in position, the ball is set in play and Jeremy quickly learns that his mark is not the friendly type. By the third time he’s knocked into a wall, face to face with the backliner’s smirk, his hands curl into fists and he wants nothing more than to wipe the smile off his face. He looks at his coach, his family, his future, though, takes a deep breath, and shakes it off.

And if his mark gets tripped before the end of the night, well, it was purely an accident he’s sure.

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                     Adventuryx designer Adnan Taletovich 

                                               Story (1)                                

      When I was a little boy, I grow up watching movies starring James Dean and Marlon Brando, who were the icons of my generation. It was an image of a rebellious teenager and wearing denim clothing was the reflection of thier attitude and character. Later in my “teens years” they were still the cult stars and all girls in my school loved that rebellious look. I was everything, but not rebellious! I was shy and most of the time i was hiding in front of beautiful rebellious school girls. So, one day in order to be noticed i told to my mom that i would like to get one pair of jeans…. “and not any jeans” i would like to have; Levis 501. It was my dream to have Levis jeans! But, the problem was in that time (70-80 ties), I lived in Croatia (Former Yugoslavia)  and we didn’t have on our local market nowhere to buy Levis jeans. So, my mom promised me if i pass the school year with a very good grades, she will take me to shopping in Trieste, Italy to buy my Levis jeans. WOW Yesssss! Oh boy , be sure i was the best student that year and i brought my mom the best grades. So, my mom kept her word and we went to look for my Levis 501. 

It was 1979, the golden time of jeans shopping in Trieste ……. 

anonymous asked:

How would the 104th/Vets react to finding out Eren is a trans boy?

Like a supportive bunch of military nerds! They’d help him out whenever! Some would have problems dealing (Jean, Connie) but most would either be very interested (Nanaba, Berthold) or not care at all and just go on (Levi, Historia). Mikasa would be pretty worried. Ymir would make some jokes about it, but keep them harmless and Reiner would make sure to assure his dude Eren he’s very manly!

No One Will Know. (Tease #2)

Hello, Love bugs! 

Phil x reader

Warnings- smut, swears, public sex.

Tease #1. It sort of connects but it’s not necessary to read it. I will be making a part three very soon. :)


OKOKOKOKOK HERE ME OUT. shy!innocent!reader and jock!Phil are in class and the reader decides to jack Phil off under the desk and consequences happen after school,…., OK I’M DONE WITH MY SINS LOVE YA -Anon


“Well if you’re not dating then what are the two of you?” Your friend was up your ass for the millionth time about what you and Phil were. Phil had never used the words will you be my girlfriend. He also never said will you go steady with me. In Fact, the only time the two of you talked was when extracurricular activities happened. Typically during this time, however, the both of you were a bit preoccupied for talking.

“I’m not sure. How about since you’re so concerned you go ask him.” she went to go open her mouth again before closing it.

“See. I don’t care what we are and neither should you. Now if you would excuse me I have history and we’re watching a boring movie so I wouldn’t dare to be late.” You smiled at your friend as you left. You felt bad for being sassy but it really wasn’t her business of what you and Phil we’re doing. You were both being safe with you on the pill and him using a condom every time the both of you fucked. You weren’t seeing anybody else and you trusted Phil when he said he wasn’t either. You tried to push all of these thoughts away as you rounded the corner to the classroom. You made your way to the back of the room where you always sit. Smiling at your few friends as you pass by them. Just as you settle into your seat you spot Phil come into the room. He doesn’t have history with you so it was rather strange. Just as you were about to ask the person beside you the teacher started to ask for everyone’s attention.

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@makers of women’s clothes:
- think about the spandex percentage in whatever you’re making
-think about buttons
-think about buttonholes

Signed, someone who is gonna have to safety pin herself into an office appropriate level of cleavage because y'all couldn’t keep your hands off a plain black polo

anonymous asked:

I love you're writing and I have a request: okay so y/n and Niall are just friends and you get stormed in and then the tv goes out so there's nothing to do and then Niall "has an idea" and you end up having sex

It was game night at Niall’s house.  But as per usual none of his other friends showed up except for you.  So instead of playing a game, he popped some popcorn, turned on a movie and the two of you huddled under a blanket to watch.

Your friendship with Niall had been easy and fun.  It started out after you’d met his cousin at school and come with him to one of Niall’s house parties.  Niall was quickly impressed by your ability to put down more beer than he could without turning into a stumbling drunk idiot.  

You were also the only one to stay and try to help him clean up after the party had ended.  Soon after that Niall added you to his list of important contacts and you were invited to every event he had going on from then on.  

It was kind of odd, to say the least, to spark with someone as quickly as you had with Niall.  But he was easy to talk to and fun.  He was always down for a good time which was where you clicked the most.  Being in medical school wasn’t easy and the last thing you wanted was some drama-tastic friend who couldn’t keep his shit together.

Niall was anti-drama and anti-anything that got in the way of his fun.  So you were a perfect fit.

You jumped slightly when you heard the thunder outside.  

Niall snickered from under the blanket,

“Scared o’thunder eh?”

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Jerejean Fake Dating 3/3

Here it is! The conclusion! I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing! @rikomoriyamaofficial@beanmoreau@faintlyglow

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

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Jean wakes the next morning feeling warm, which is odd. The second thing he notices as he opens his eyes is that he now has a face full of Jeremy’s hair, as Jeremy has somehow ended up resting his head on Jean’s shoulder. He shifts sleepily, trying to follow the warmth of Jean’s body as he moves.

Jean swallows hard against the sudden tightness in his throat. His first instinct in his not awake state is to want to kiss Jeremy’s forehead, but he manages to stop himself. He already made one indiscretion with how close he’d come to kissing Jeremy in private yesterday, he didn’t need to make it worse.

Instead, he quietly crawled over Jeremy to get out of bed, tucking the covers back over Jeremy as he made a distressed noise. He throws one of Jeremy’s sweaters on and heads downstairs, only to find Jeremy’s mother awake and starting to get things out for breakfast.

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