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I GET SO ANGRY WHEN I SEE PEOPLE WHO CLEARLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT WHAT ITS LIKE HERE LAUGH AT US WHENEVER WE GET OVER 30 DEGREES C.

Let me tell you something. All of May & June we basically had nothing but rain and it rarely got up to even 13 or 15 degrees here in Sweden? Now all of a sudden Northern Europe is hit with temperatures of 30-35+ degrees, that’s in the shade, it’s get up to over 40 in the sun. It seriously came of out nowhere. Wanna know another fun fact? Our houses and buildings aren’t built for this. Our houses are built to keep the heat in because it’s cold 90% of the year. We don’t have AC in our houses. Very, very few cars come with an AC. Ours has AC but it’s broke and guess what, my parents never bother fixing it because we have to deal with more cold weather than warm weather, it’s super expensive and they just don’t think it’s worth it?
Our public transport doesn’t even have AC. Having to ride a packed bus in the summer is the fucking worst. Trains don’t have AC either??? Nor do shops. Roads are actually melting???????? Pls tell me how it’s not hot when roads are melting????????

Fuck off when you clearly don’t know what it’s fucking like. And we don’t have dry heats we have fucking humid heat which is the worst kind of heat.

Yang didn’t know what was going on, her butt on the ground and her papers everywhere.  She had been compiling a report on a bunch of different historical events for Ooblecks class and was running a bit late for his class and may have been running in an attempt to get to the class.  “Ah shit, sorry about that!  Didn’t mean to stampede ya into the ground!”

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A Little ‘Ray’ of Sunshine

Okey doke, so there is some context needed for this thing (drabble? snippet? I don’t even know) that you’re about to read, so here goes!


First of all, this was originally a part of Paper Bars, so you should read that first! It’s a conversation between our favorite douche, Ray from Lemonade Mouth! Now, I personally am not Ray’s biggest fan, but let me just tell you, he is a joy to write! Like, he’s such a a-hole but it’s hilarious to write, I had so much fun with this! 


But, incidentally, I had too much fun with this. It ended up being over 6,000 words long, which isn’t too long for my standards, but add that to the already long length of Paper Bars? It was too much. So I had to take the entirety of this scene (which contained Lucas’ only scene in Paper Bars!) out of the fic, which just made me so sad, because I really liked it. But after some deliberation I decided to workshop it to fit after PB but before the last chapter of GGYH! Think of it at GGYH 3.5! It actually fits a lot better here because of the whole ‘Gabe’ thing, and also because it’s closer to Huckleberry Weekend! It all works out! Okay, sorry for my ramble, let’s get on to the fic! :)


A drabble (?) in which: Ray Perry is himself, Maya Hart is at her official bullsh*t limit and Lucas Friar has a terrible, terrible haircut. Enjoy!


RATED: for crude language and humor! Mostly used by Ray (of course) and some swears used by Maya in reaction to Ray! :) 

Okay, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?


p.s. I listened to don’t you wish you wee us during this. I recommend it for appropriate ambiance. :)

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5 Days to Huckleberry Weekend

“Okay, so I, as a good Samaritan to the world, and also as someone who really wants to get off the train to PatheticVille, feel like it’s my responsibility to let you know how sad this is getting.”

 

Maya rolls her eyes towards ceiling in instant exasperation, drops her paint brush into the mason jar of colored water by her side in defeat of getting any more art done for the next hour.


She’ll be too pissed to paint in anything but black until he leaves.


In Maya’s defense, she is not being dramatic. Ray Perry is probably the most irritating person on earth. Even Charlie doesn’t like him, and Charlie likes everybody.

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TC Imagine

I thought I’d try my hand at writing one just for fun, so here goes my mini experiment. Enjoy and let me know what you think :)

There were ten minutes left in the day and the classroom was alive with post-lesson chatter. You were perched on the edge of your desk, swinging your legs back and forth, while half listening to your best friend trying to engage you in a discussion about weekend plans. The steady motion of your legs gradually pushed the hem of your skirt up to your mid thighs as you scanned the room. Your eyes eventually landed on Mr.(TC/N); watching as he bit the end of his pen while grading papers. For a moment, he looked up from the papers over his glasses and your eyes locked together. He gave you a wry smile, twirling the pen between his fingers, that you shyly returned.

“He likes you, you know.” Your friend chirped beside you. 

“Wh-What are you talking about?” You felt your face flush a deep scarlet and you bit your lip nervously as you pulled your gaze down. Your friend however is oblivious to the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Jason, the one who has been giving you moony eyes all week.” She says as if it is a fact you should have known all along. Just as you are about to reply the final bell rings. You slowly gather your belongings, listening to all of the possible reasons that Jason likes you, so that you and your friend are the last two in the classroom. 

As you look over your shoulder you see him stand up and straighten his tie and you call out. “Have a good weekend Mr. (TC/N).” 

For the second time that day he looks up at you with those shining green eyes and smiles. “You too (Y/N), you too.” 

You saunter out the door and allow yourself to be lulled back into discussions of Jason. 

“Come hang out with us tonight and I’m sure he’ll ask you to Homecoming.” Your friend chirps continuing down the now empty hallway.

“Please, we’ve never even talked before, he’s not just going to ask me out.” You reply skeptically. Although in truth, you couldn’t care in the slightest whether or not Jason would ask you to Homecoming. 

“Of course he will you just have to flirt a little bit.”The two of you come to the stairwell and she starts to descend. “You will be fine, trust me.” She calls up to you. You sigh with exasperation and start walking back down the hallway to your locker. 

“I don’t even know how to flirt.”You say to no one in particular. 

 “Yes you do.” A deep voice sounds off behind you. You spin around and are met with the same pair of intelligent green eyes.

“The way you bite your lip when you nervous, or the way you look down when you smile.” He says, making his way toward your frozen form. “And especially the way you swing your hips when you walk.” 

He finally reaches you and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, as you get lost in the depths of the eyes you’ve been seeing all day. 

“Yes (Y/N), you do know how to flirt.”

Who Said an Angel and a Demon Couldn’t Have a RomCom Moment?

Character: Crowley

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Some swearing, sexual references/implications, and usually Crowley antics, but other than that, none!

Word Count: 2256

Summary: While the reader may be hopelessly in love with Crowley, when their kind shouldn’t even love, they know that he’ll never love them back, until they finally get the moment they had only ever dreamed about. 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Another fic that’s not a request, sorry about that! Now, this may seem a bit OOC, but hey, just let me indulge, okay?! There’s not many romantic Crowley x reader fics, (honestly there’s only smut) so I decided to write one, even if it is vaguely unrealistic! Also, the reader is an Angel in this, since I thought it kind of fit.  

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Wedding Bells - Sieg Lieben Multi-chapter Fic CHAPTER ONE

So this is a project I’ve had in my mind forever and I’ve finally started to write it down. All I can really say is prepare some tissues cuz it’s gonna be a long ride! Let me know if theres something you want to see or know about the characters and I’ll try my best to include it. 

From what I have planned so far, it will be kind of interactive and include pictures of scenery/clothing/ect. but this chapter doesn’t really have that right now so be prepared! 

The prince of DresVan stared at the small invitation in his hands. For such a small piece of paper, it was rather gaudy. A gold trim along the border, a textured eggshell paper, and at the bottom of the card was two intertwined rings. Shaped into a heart. Sieg scoffed at the cursive writing and the large signature of the secretary of business, Bastian Muller.

Mr. & Mrs. Henry Muller request the honor of your presence of your Royal Highness to attend the marriage of their son:

 Bastian  R. Muller to Taylor M. Podolski

Saturday of May twenty-first at eleven in the morning.

Her signature was much more humble than his, although, she always was. It was feminine and curvy but not to the point where the writing was unrecognizable like her boastful fiancee. 

This was the first actual wedding invitation that Sieg had ever received, or at least, the first one he opened. Sure, he was invited to many weddings of the nobles of his parliment but this one was different. It was personally handed to him, not his butler, by the bride herself. The gesture was more of a friend inviting a friend than a future noblewoman to the prince. 

Sieg tossed the invitation onto the mahogany desk in front of him and leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He sighed deeply attempting to calm his bitter heart. Of course, he imagined the scenario in a hundred different ways about a thousand different times. If only fate hadn’t been this way; if only he was blessed in this lifetime to meet her casually, all nobility aside. 

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He would be sitting outside at his favorite cafe in DresVan and reading the newspaper about the latest ball the prince had attended, only to skim it over briefly and turn to the entertainment section. He had only a few bites left of the dish he ordered every tuesday and after getting lost in an article, he didn’t notice that the time had passed past closing for lunch. She pulled her hair out of the tight bun that it was tied in and the waved ash blonde hair fell down to her shoulders. After checking her phone, she noticed that once again the strange man was loitering and took it upon herself to approach him. 

Leaning over the railing, her soft voice pulled him out of his trance.

“I can’t believe they’re coming to town, I’m planning on going next week.”

Sieg looked up, recognizing that she was talking about the band that was written about in front of him, “Oh yeah? I’ve never heard of them before…”

“They’re awesome. Did you enjoy your meal today?”

“I did, made to perfection as always.” he smirked. 

“Well I’m glad. You’ll have to try something new sometime. There’s much more to me than some fruit crepes y’know.” A warm smile spread on her face and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

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Pumpkin Spice Latte

Group: Exo

Member: Lay

Theme: Fluff//Trying to get a drink but someone messed that up.


It was getting late and you had a paper due the next day. At this rate, You’ll be staying up until two in the morning. So much for utilizing the time change. you could feel you eyes drooping. You were not about to give up at midnight, you have been up way later and you would do it again! You just needed some caffeine. What a perfect time to go to Starbucks and get a drink. Without any care as to what you were wearing, you grabbed you car keys and headed off the the local cafe.

It was only when you reached in front of the cafe that you realized what you were wearing -your wool polar bear pants and a panda shirt with a hoodie over it. You hoped that not too many people had noticed. You then reminded yourself it was near midnight, who else would be at Starbucks at almost midnight? As you walked the short distance from you car to the door, you noticed the leaves falling to the ground. They made a nice rustle when the wind blew. It actually felt like fall for once, and in South California, that’s supposedly a surprise.

As you walked into the store, you were reminded that a limited time favorite drink of yours finally came back. After you ordered it, the barista asked you for your name.

“Y/N,”  you duly replied. For you, getting you favorite drink is definitely exciting, and you would’ve answered the guy in a very friendly manner. However, it was past the time you usually sleep and you were ready to go out. Before you nearly dozed off waiting, out the corner of your eye, you see a male figure enter in. You heard him order the exact same thing you did. You can’t blame anyone, it’s a favorite to many! He stood in front of you waiting for his drink, giving you the chance to get a good look at him. He looked pretty tall, somewhere a little less than six foot. He had a smooth jawline, and high cheekbones. He was kind of handsome, you guess.

“Y/N, Lay, pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream,” a voice saying you name woke me from you thoughts. There were two coffees on the table, so you had guessed that both drinks came out together. Since he was in front of you, he got to it first. You were getting ready to grab it, but Lay apparently had other plans.

After his hot drink had been spilled on you, he apologetically said, “Oh I’m so sorry, really! Let me help yo-”

“It’s fine, I got it.” You walked into the bathroom to clean yourself up. You had patience in front of them, but inside, You were boiling. You were first so he should have waited for you to go first. You had a paper due in a few hours that was barely started! You just wanted something to wake yourself up. Well, you guess in a sense you got that.

You sighed looking at the brown blob on your shirt and decided that was as good as you were gonna get. You walked out to see a coffee with you name and a bag from a clothing store nearby. You looked inside the bag to see two things, an envelope and a sweater. Inside the envelope was a five dollar bill and a note. It read

Hey Y/N!

Yeah well uh…I’m the guy who just spilt his coffee all over you . Sorry about that. :/ you  seemed really nice about it but I can tell that you  were kinda upset. Well here in the bag (which you  probably saw already) is $5 bill to make up for a coffee and a sweater, because it’s cold and what not. I hope you  don’t hate me too much and maybe we can meet again and you  can get revenge by spilling coffee on me! That’s weird…okay sorry. 

Good luck on whatever you ’re staying up for!

- Lay

On the back of his note was his number. You smiled to yourself and thought What a dork. What a cute dork.

anonymous asked:

Ok so besides the fact that I completely ship Abby and Terry I wonder. When Abby looks at Jon and Tish does she see another example of her parents and wish for that herself one day, or does she hope to have more of a relationship like her Aunt Thea and Uncle Roy or Uncle Diggle and Aunt Lylya?

I’ll let her answer:

It honestly hadn’t occurred to me to compare Jonny and Tish to Mom and Dad. My parents had this big, epic, walk-unblinking-through-hell-for-each-other kind of romance, you know? But with Jonny and Tish…

Well, now that I’m thinking about it, I guess on paper they’re pretty dramatic too. What with the hitmen and Assassins and kidnapping and torture and murder and poison and stuff.

But that’s only like two percent of what they do. In practice, their entire relationship seems to be based on him telling stupid jokes and her actually laughing at them. It’s not like Mom and Dad at all.

I mean, obviously someday I want to love and be loved as much as my parents love each other. I think most people want that, don’t they? And part of me thinks it would be awesome to live the kind of love story where you can say, “I lay dying in the red snow, and my last thoughts were of you, o soulmate, o light of my life.”

But, you know, at the time all Mom knew was that he’d been stabbed and kicked over a cliff. She thought he was dead - and he very easily could have been, and that would have been the end of the story. There’s a lot of terror and crying involved in being that epic, and I’ve kind of got enough of that going on already.

For the right person, it might be worth it.

But mostly I just want someone to laugh at stupid jokes with.

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This has nothing to do with our typical topics, but I was so thrilled with the outcome of my diy project. For my move( which happens next week), I wanted white furniture. Instead of buying new furniture, or messing up my good bedroom set, I decided to up-cycle two pieces that were handed down to me. I went out and bought an electric sander, sanding paper, paint, and spray paint from Home Depot. In total, the material cost about $100, but the sander will be used for future projects. This refurbishing project took about 8 hours split between two hot Florida days. I painted the inside of each drawer a very light mint-like green for a hidden pop of color. This was my first big diy project, and I’m thrilled with the results. If you guys want to know how I did this, let me know. Also, excuse the bad lighting, I took these photos in my garage. -Tie

Fuck This Place

I just opened up my work email for the first time since Monday. Since my boss isn’t here this week, it’s not a huge deal. I had a nasty email in there from yesterday letting me know that I made a paper work mistake. Instead of just, hey you messed up, work on that, it was super rude, which I’m used to. The part I’m really pissed off about is that another supervisor found my mistake and instead of telling one of the two people in charge of my department who was here, which is the normal procedure, he went out of his way to email my boss, who is in another country, and say “I just wanted to make sure you saw this mistake she made.” Ugh. What a prick. Yup, I fucked up okay, I’ll try not to do that again, but jeez. I respond a lot better to nicely being reprimanded.

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Strong, an inuyasha fanfic | FanFiction

Summary: Being strong was not a trait Kagome always had, but it certainly was one that Inuyasha possessed. One painful new moon experience leaves Kagome with new found fortitude, and Inuyasha with some emotional bruises and a new view on how harmful his power had the potential to be.

So I finished that one-shot I was babbling about yesterday. It was part of my attempt to beat out the Hetalia fandom on ff.net, and also to get this idea out of my head and onto paper, well, on to the internet, at once!

Sorry if the summary is like, horrible and too vague. Spoiler: Kagome beats up Inuyasha. Nah, I’m kidding, it’s more like the other way around

Happy reading, let me know what you think!

Hey, everyone!

I just wanted to let you know that it’s totally okay if you dont do anything study/school related during summer break. It is a break after all!
Don’t feel bad about feeling unproductive academically (or otherwise) during break. Let your mind and body rest.

I know for me, it was actually triggering to look at my folders and notebooks from school because I had such a rough time dealing with anxiety over schoolwork. So after I handed my last assignment in, I didnt touch that pile of school papers until 2 months later, when I was ready.

Give yourself time to breathe and be kind to your body.

your sign as a serial killers last words

 Aries- Jeffrey Dahmer - “I don’t care if I live or die. Go ahead and kill me.”

 Taurus-Thomas J. Grasso-“I did not get my Spaghetti O’s. I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.”

 Gemini-James French - “Hey fellas! How about this for a headline for tomorrow’s paper? ‘French fries’!”

 Cancer- Ted Bundy - “I’d like you to give my love to my family and friends.”

 Leo-Tom Ketchum-“I’ll be in Hell before you start breakfast, boys. Let her rip.”

 Virgo-“I repent, but I do not fear death.”

 Libra-Aileen Wuornos - “I’d just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back like Independence Day, with Jesus June 6. Like the movie, big mother ship and all, I’ll be back.”

 Scorpio-Carl Panzram - “Hurry up, you Hoosier bastard, I could kill ten men while you’re fooling around!”

 Sagittarius-Jimmy Glass-“I’d rather be fishing.”

 Capricorn-John Wayne Gacy - “Kiss my ass.”

 Aquarius-Gary Gilmore-“Let’s do it!

  Pisces-Peter Kurten - “Tell me, after my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from the stump of my neck? That would be a pleasure to end all pleasures.”

Whatever This Is Lyrics

Started out as something innocent
But at least it got better
You were nothing special to me before
Until that night when you drew me closer
Your lips touched mine 
With you I could leave all my problems behind 

When you run a hand through my hair
I don’t even have a care about the world around me
Your breath is hot against my mouth
Don’t know how I could live without you baby 

Just don’t start talking and ruin whatever this is
Or else you can go away but leave me one last kiss
Take off that tie 
I’ll pull up your shirt
Let’s just hope this won’t be dirt on the papers
I’m not here to fall in love
I’m not here to find someone 

You got me weak
The warmth crept in my arms and my head
You got my cheeks going red
You put your arms around my waist
Put your hand on my face Kiss me clean of all my mistakes 

When you run a hand through my hair
I don’t even have a care about the world around me
Your breath is hot against my mouth
Don’t know how I could live without you baby 

Just don’t start talking and ruin whatever this is
Or else you can go away but leave me one last kiss
Take off that tie 
I’ll pull up your shirt
Let’s just hope this won’t be dirt on the papers
I’m not here to fall in love
I’m not here to find someone 

Pull me closer Kiss me slower
I’m not gonna marry you
Kiss me harder I thought you were 
Smarter than that 

Just don’t start talking and ruin whatever this is
Or else you can go away but leave me one last kiss
Take off that tie  I’ll pull up your shirt
Let’s just hope this won’t be dirt on the papers
I’m not here to fall in love
I’m not here to find someone

Your assistance would be appreciated

I have a cultural anthropology class this semester and one of our projects is to write a short ethnography. I was hoping to write mine on the culture of tumblr. Maybe the different subcultures within the site, how they’re different and how they’re the same. It’s just a rough idea at this point but I’ll keep updating this post as I go along.

What I need from you guys would be some general ideas or observations about tumblr and the different groups on here. We could exchange thoughts through my ask box, please note if you don’t want me to post your comments publicly or feel free to speak to me on anon. I might quote you in my paper and if that bothers you please let me know. 

This is meant to be an open, objective conversation about the cultural traits of tumblr, you will receive absolutely no judgement from me about your thoughts on the subject, and if someone attacks those who choose to participate you will be immediately reported. 

Before You Bad Mouth Teachers

I could never be a teacher but let me make it clear for you
Just in case you were wondering about what it is that they do
Cause I have had the pleasure of knowing quite a few
I’ve  heard a few complaints about the short hours they work
And because they get the summer off they make more then they deserve
But most teacher come in at least eight a.m. till three p.m.
And even when their classes are over their work day doesn’t end
There are papers to grade and lessons to plan
They’re work carries over late into the night, man
I know it might be hard for many of you to understand
Cause you work your nine to five and then leave your job behind
But teachers keep putting in undocumented overtime
Another issue parent tend to raise
Is their grievance with the materiel being taught on school days
Let’s see what teacher teach all of your children
Science, grammar, math, arts, geography, P.E., and history
Oh gosh your mad cause there is no religion that you can see
Well which one would you like which you would prefer it to be
Wouldn’t we have to give each one time equally
We could start with ancient pagans, and mythology
And then end with Islam and Christianity
But isn’t that better left in literature, and theology
Next complaint that I have heard
Is how parent are so angry and disturbed
About the teaching of human dignity and equality
For those who are different like LGBT
Oh no, now who would want that
We might as well take a time machine and go back
To the dark ages or maybe eighteen twenty
Where blacks were products sold into slavery
And while we are a subject like that
Tell Texas they can take all of those ignorant textbooks back
Please leave in the social struggles of the past, is that too much to ask
Damn I have so much I wanted to say
But I know you folks need to go think about it so I’ll give you a day
However tomorrow when you bring your kids to school
Could you remind them that disrespecting their teacher is not cool
I have seen what they put up with and I know what they do
And I can tell you for certain it is not something that I would want to
So maybe before you open your mouth to spew out words of hate
You could stop yourself, listen, think, and wait
Cause if you don’t want teacher teaching your kids while you’re at work
You’ll have to do it yourself, and then you will be the stupid jerk

-2011

11 Bookish Questions

Thank you for tagging me, morethanyabooks! From what I understand, I answer your 11 questions, make 11 of my own, and tag people to answer them - let’s start! 

1. Favorite genre? 

Fantasy! I’ve always loved exploring new worlds with magic and mythical creatures. I mean we’re talking Rowling, Tolkien, and Hobb here to name a few. 

2. What is the best part about booklr?

The lovely people behind it! I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know some of them and it’s been wonderful. (I’m looking at you violinwaist, marionreadsbooks, and paper-wands!)

3. Do you ever use the library?

Absolutely. Who doesn’t love free access to a plethora of books?

4. Where is your favorite place to shop for used books?

There’s a local bookshop in Toronto that I go to and BookOutlet.ca which I discovered last month. 

5. Of the last five books you’ve read, which was your favorite?

An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir

6. Do you have any signed books?

Not yet! It’s my dream to get a book signed by the amazing Robin Hobb. 

7. Which book do you hold closest to your heart?

Hmm… this is a hard question. If we go with books I’ve read this year, I’ll say Me Before You by Jojo Moyes.

8. What was your favorite childhood book or series?

Harry Potter was my childhood!

9. Who seems to have the most similar taste in books to you? (on tumblr or not)

I think it’s violinwaist!

10. Do you lend your books out?

To a chosen few. If I can trust them to bring my books back in the condition they borrowed it, then yes. (I’m very protective of my books…)

11. Approximately how many physical books do you own?

Probably somewhere between 75-100.

Next up, I tag: violinwaist, marionreadsbooks, paper-wands, left-handlibrary, abooksmith, loudlysilent, alittlebookthiefreadthebloodybook, j-k-reading, intoxicatingstories, bookleviathan and prophetandcatalyst!

Here are my questions:

1. What’s one book you’ve always wanted but don’t have yet? (Feel free to pick a specific edition too!)

2. Do you have an unpopular booklr opinion?

3. What was your favourite quote from the last book you read?

4. If you could sit down with one of your favourite authors, who would it be?

5. What’s the longest book you’ve read?

6. Which author/book surprised you most this year?

7. In your opinion, what makes or break a book?

8. Do you have any recent DNF books?

9. What’s one book you recommend frequently?

10. Favourite standalone books?

11. Are you looking forward to any books coming out this year?

exploringcastleoblivion asked:

Saw your tags - yup the first two are watercolor in this really fancy old sketchbook that has thick fabric like pages. It let the paint spread very nicely. Thanks for the reblog btw. :)

I knew it..! They texture of the paper and the paint didn’t look like Copic markers, nor Prismacolor, and so all that I could narrow it down to where watercolors. (Oh wow, I realize how strange it is that I’d notice that–)

And, oh, nice! If it’s thick, maybe it’s 300gsm? o: I don’t know a lot about watercolor paper, but if it’s that…then awesome! :)