looking high as a kite

Dear Argyle,

I hope you never need to find this note. I just need to know someone will understand when I’m gone, if I’m gone. It all started freshman year. 

A silver-haired girl was sitting alone in the middle of the quad, absently chewing a blade of grass. She looked high as a kite, and I was concerned. I had not yet learned what curiosity could lead to, so I walked closer, forgetting every whispered warning I had heard. I wasn’t even carrying anything iron.

“Freshie! Get over here!” It was Flower, the TA from my literature class, and she looked absolutely panicked.

“What’s wrong with–”

“Shut up,” she muttered. Her hand moved briefly in front of her face. Within seconds, her mood ring was back on her finger, but whatever she saw had horrified her, and she pulled me back into the building without saying another word. I caught sight of a form approximating a man in my peripheral vision, standing too close to the girl.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Flower as soon as we got inside. 

“Try not to worry about it, Ada,” she said. “I think he saw you taking an interest, but you might still be okay. They leave the scientists alone. You might not have attracted too much attention.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on? I’ll ask her if you don’t tell me,” I said, like an idiot. I wasn’t nearly as scared as I should have been.

Flower closed her eyes. “I guess it’s better than letting you make it even worse… Bambi and I used to be best friends. A bunch of us, back in the day, used to be happy to be swept up in the revels. We were so naive back then.”

“Wait, so it’s all real?”

“Of course it’s all real,” Flower said, rolling her eyes. “We didn’t believe any of the darker stories at the time, of course. We thought they were just meant to spook us into staying in our dorms and doing our homework.”

“What were the revels even like?”

“Even if I had the words, I don’t quite have the memories, except for faded hints of what we did. We should have realized what a problem that was after the first time, but what we could remember was so intoxicating… We all danced, we all sang, but it was always Bambi they wanted to hear from the most. She had a knack for playing with poetry, turning Renaissance sonnets into mesmerizing songs. It sometimes seemed like the Gentry were only letting her leave so she could come back knowing more poetry, carrying more beauty to share with them. She was never quite careful enough- she loved knowing that her songs had the power to entrance these beings beyond her understanding. After a while, the rest started wondering if we should stop going, if it was really worth it, but Bambi wouldn’t be convinced. She thought we were just jealous, and maybe we were.”

She stopped for a minute. “One night, things got blurrier than usual. Her idiot of a boyfriend was there, I remember that. The kind of hometown moron who wasn’t going to pay attention to the rules. She brought him anyway. Bambi was careful not to say anything about it, but one of the Gentry had been hovering too close to her, and she might have wanted to make some kind of statement by waving a boyfriend in front of him, to say she was unavailable or just to provoke his jealousy or something. I don’t know for sure, but they sure as hell don’t work like humans, I don’t know why she tried it.” Flower sighed. 

“She disappeared that night. Her boyfriend somehow emerged unscathed, and the rest of us wondered if he had traded her name away for his own safety.”

“But she’s here–”

“I’m not finished. People started seeing a doe running around campus. They gave her a wide berth, since she wore an amethyst necklace inscribed with a Latin phrase from one of the poems she adapted. We knew for sure when her boyfriend died in a hunting accident, but no one said anything.”

“It could be a coincidence–” 

“Shut up. It wasn’t. A few months later, Bambi appeared. She wasn’t a changeling, but she was different, emptier. She gets like this sometimes. We all try not to notice when she starts zoning out and eating leaves, or when she disappears. It’s better that way. She’s been doing alright, but we still keep our distance. She has never taken the necklace off, and it says not to touch her. That’s why I had to stop you from getting too close. I don’t know what would have happened if you had.”

I wore an iron ring after that, and made sure to wear gloves when we handled anything containing silver in the lab. I didn’t want to see… 

People kept whispering about Bambi, kept giving her a wide berth. I’m sure you’ve heard about her. She graduated that year, and instantly became a professor of songwriting at EU. Whenever I went home, I would find articles about the mysterious winner of so many music awards, speculating about why she never left town. In the one picture the world has of her, her necklace is turned around to hide the writing on the gems, her eyes are downcast, and her silver hair looks otherworldly. It always stuns me that the general population hasn’t guessed that there is magic surrounding her. 

I’m supposed to be out of here by the end of the month, but I need an art credit to graduate. The only class available was Bambi’s. I should have waited another semester, but I got paranoid that the school was trying to trap me here. I made the wrong move.

I have been writing the most beautiful songs, dreaming dreams that I can’t remember, dreams that leave me feeling wild and exhilarated and fearful when I wake up. Yesterday, in class, Bambi looked at us, her once soft eyes unfeeling and vacant, and announced that attending and singing at an upcoming performance in an undetermined location was the only way to pass the class. Hopefully, it works out fine. After all, Flower and the rest of her friends made it out okay… but I’m not sure. I think I was seen.

If I don’t come back, please just tell my mom I ran away to be a singer. It’s close enough to the truth.

Your friend,

Ada Lovelace


This story was inspired by @charminglyantiquated‘s @elsewhereuniversity! Feel free to share!

- Grace Babcock © 2017

5. Being Attacked by Bugs

So andavs is not quite ready to post her art version yet (we already checked, the mind meld factor is not high…), but I wanted to put this up because it is a special gift for obriensnipples! Primarily as a belated birthday present, because she wanted Derek mowing the lawn shirtless but also because rough times suck and I hope this fic helps with that even if only a little bit!

So this next Not Quite Normal OTP challenge is for you, babe! I hope it brightens your day a little bit!

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Stiles’ summer vacation does not start out well. In fact, it starts out pretty poorly.

Okay, really, it’s a fucking disaster.

 Because, Stiles is walking out of Beacon Hills High, officially a Junior now that the final bell has rung, and he’s talking to Scott who keeps insisting that Junior year will be the year that he will finally ask Allison out and Scott has fallen behind to stare at her and Stiles keeps walking because Scott will catch up eventually, though Stiles is keeping an eye on him, and-

Well, that’s when he gets hit by a car.

Not just any car, though. No, when Stiles regains consciousness and manages to blink away the dark spots that take up 90% of his vision, he finds himself staring at the front of a black Camaro.

And the only black Camaro in Beacon Hills belongs to…

“Oh my god.” Derek Hale.

Derek Hale, the now-senior lacrosse player and subject of almost all of Stiles’ dirtiest fantasies.

He groans. And it’s only partly from the pain.

“Fuck.”

“Stiles!” Scott sounds frantic. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“I don’t need,” Stiles tries. And then stops. Because he looks down to see his leg covered in blood and he has never liked blood and- well, he doesn’t complain when Scott stands up with the phone pressed to his ear.

“I’m sorry!” Derek Hale is saying and he sounds… angry? This is not how Stiles wanted his first interaction with Derek Hale to go. “You just- you just walked right into the road!”

“Dude,” Stiles replies, rubbing at his eye. “Are you really blaming me for this?”

“Not blaming you, I just- you walked right in front of me!”

“You hit me with your car!” Stiles winces at the sounds of his own voice. It’s too loud. Everything is too loud.

When he opens his eyes again, Derek’s eyebrows are draw together in concern.

“I’m sorry,” Derek repeats. It’s probably just the result of Derek’s ridiculously attractive face and Stiles’ epic crush on the kid, but Stiles forgives him instantly. Even though he’s getting colder by the second and he’s pretty sure that’s not a good thing.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, waving a hand and regretting it when the motion hurts his leg somehow. “I’m sure I’m fine.”

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“Look,” she said as she pointed to the kites flying high in the sky, “beautiful, is it not?”

He looked up from his reading and the sight of the kites decorating the sky took his breath away.

“Somehow, they are like us, like you and I.” He said eventually.

“How so?”

Feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder, he began to explain,

“The kite is like you and the flyer; me. The string represents our bond. We may seem far from each other at sight, but we never go astray. If you happen to get stuck along the way, I will do all I can to bring you back to the sky.”

He paused for a short while to plant a kiss on her head,

“Because the higher you fly, the bigger my victory will be.“

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #126 // The Kite And Its Flyer
  • Psychic: *reads my mind
  • My mind: Fast food
  • Greasy
  • Taco
  • I love
  • Nacho bell grande
  • Cheesy gordita
  • I like your nachos
  • Like diarrhea
  • Man I really like
  • Taco bell
  • I know I can't
  • Watch you make my food
  • Drop on the floor
  • I think it's rude
  • Man I really like
  • Taco bell
  • [Chorus: ]
  • Here's to the Mexican
  • Who makes me my food (me gusta)
  • How is that I just ate
  • Now I have to poop
  • Fast food
  • Greasy
  • Taco
  • I love
  • Food like this
  • Could only come
  • From above [x2]
  • [Jay Joseph: ]
  • Robbed a taco store and asked them for a refill
  • Hey this is JRizzle
  • Listen up all y'all
  • I'm winning tacos just because of this gumball
  • I put chalupas where my mouth is
  • So watch this
  • Because I'm the dopest rapper
  • That you've ever messed with
  • Sir, welcome to Taco Bell
  • May I take your order
  • Yeah can I have a big mac and a pepsi
  • Sir we don't sell big macs
  • And some chicken nuggets
  • We don't have chicken nuggets either
  • Sauce!
  • T-A-C-O B-E double L
  • The cashier's name is Omar Vizquel
  • People always
  • Persecute me
  • But I know they'll die
  • For eating Chipotle
  • How is it that you
  • Could hate
  • Good old taco bell
  • And how is it that you
  • Could like Chipotle
  • We walked into the Taco Bell
  • Because I was craving some crunchy shell
  • The man behind the counter said oopah (oopah)
  • I was flying as high as a kite
  • And I looked up to my delight
  • They were having a special on chalupas
  • My chalupa
  • My chalupa
  • My chalupa
  • My chalupa
  • And as you know there was a man
  • Who preached the truth
  • On rock and sand
  • And Jesus won't hold your sins to you
  • And we all know that he broke the bread
  • But I know that St. Peter said
  • That his favorite food was chalupas
  • My chalupa
  • My chalupa
  • My chalupa
  • My chalupa
  • I love this song
  • Beef
  • It's a good song
  • And Cheese
  • Beef and cheese
  • Beef and cheese yeah
  • Beef and cheese in a taco shell yeah
  • Beef and cheese in a taco shell
  • Take that it'll make you fat
  • We got the stuff that'll make your booty go
  • Take that it'll make you fat
  • We got the stuff that'll make your booty go
  • Take that it'll make you fat
  • We got the stuff that'll make your booty go
  • Take that it'll make you fat
  • We got the stuff that'll make your booty go
  • Beef and cheese
  • Beef and cheese
  • And lettuce
  • Beef and cheese
  • Beef and cheese
  • And lettuce
  • Beef and cheese
  • Beef and cheese
  • Okay
  • And lettuce
  • Beef and beef and cheese
  • Now is the time
  • That we end this song
  • Without tacos
  • Life would be wrong
  • Man I really love taco bell
  • Michael was right
  • Tacos are great
  • If you're real hungry
  • They're open real late
  • Man I really love taco bell
  • [Chorus]
  • I'm full
  • So dude there's these two black guys in a bar
  • Hey shh we're still recording
  • [Unintelligible burps and noises and laughing]
  • Psychic: what the fuck
Mary Jane M.C

Originally posted by cliffordstralia

warning: smut

word count: 2100+

summary: Best friends Michael and y/n get high together, one thing leads to another and they end up fucking on the couch

requested?: yes, hope you like it Anon! I’m really loving writing Michael smut so expect heaps of it in the future ;) Don’t forget requests are open and I respond to all!

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“do you have it?” I asked Michael, letting him into the empty house. He scanned my barely covered body, only in a pair of shorts and a flimsy tank and nodded, giving me a cheeky wink. 

“you know it baby” he grinned, holding up the small ziplock bag full of Mary Jane. I let out a cheer and walked to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of whiskey my parents think I don’t know about. 

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anonymous asked:

Not sure if it's just because the gifs were slowed down but in the ones here where Bellamy is saying "now we have hope" he looks high as a kite off those special forest nuts as he's saying it. LoL Wonder if he had any strange or sexistential epiphanies to go along with that sudden burst of newfound 'hope' .. hmmm... LoL!! I just noticed I wrote 'sexistential' but meant 'existential'. I was about to correct it but... I don't believe in coincidence so... I'll leave it at that.. ;-)

I’m posting this just for the “sexistential” epiphanies line. omg.

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Pairings: Tony x Reader

Warning: Little sad? I added some humour in though… for good measure…

Ask/Request: can you write a one shot where tony is the readers dad and hes worried about them cause theyve always been kind of involved with things like drugs/alcohol (they have an addictive personality i guess) and their general personality is just kind of reckless,he cant picture them as an Old Person/someone responsible or healthy so hes scared that theyll like die young or get involved with something really bad etc? weird request ik


A/N: I’m sorry I suck so much >_< Honestly… I need to move my ass a lot fast and stop having a life. I don’t wike it.


Word Count: About 1,000


Ignore any errors please!



“Would you stop pacing?”

I glared at Sam coming to a complete stop in front of him, “No, I will not stop pacing! Not until Y/N gets home!”

I resumed pacing as Steve entered the room casting me a concerned glance.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Sam shrugged turning back to look at Steve, “Something to do with Y/N?”

“Her mother would kill me if she was here… I would be so so dead. She’s probably watching down on me right now and arranging a plan with God… Fucking hell… I have no idea what went wrong…”

Steve stepped cautiously closer, his expression growing more worried with each step he took, “Tony… Is Y/N… is she okay?”

I huffed stopping and turning to face Steve fully, “I wouldn’t know! She was suppose to be home at 12 last night! It’s 10am! 10AM STEVE!”

Steve’s eyes widened before he glance over his shoulder at Sam, “No word… at all?”

“If she didn’t tell me anything why would she have told Sam?!”

Sam laughed awkwardly, shifting slightly, “Well… she usually does tell me but… today she didn’t…”

I narrowed my eyes at Sam, ignoring Steve’s attempts to get me to look back over at him, “Are you saying you talk to my daughter? That you two text each other?!”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Sam said shrugging.

“Not a big deal?! My daughter has been texting you for god knows how long while I’m just here worried sick.”

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, “Um… Tony?”

“Sam… I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me this before-”

“Tony.”

“She is the my daughter and I have the right to-”

“TONY,” Steve was at this point yelling.

I growled spinning in his direction, “What?-”

I stopped mid sentences when I saw Y/N slouched on the plush arm chair texting on her phone.

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark. Where the hell have you been?”

Y/N laughed airily as she stood up on shaky legs, “Having some fun! DUH!”

Natasha came through the door throwing her jacket onto the couch, tossing me a look, “Yeah, some fun in jail.”

“IN WHAT?! Why the hell were you in jail?!”

Y/N walked over to me staggering and then wrapped her arm around my shoulder, “Relax daddy - o! You need to loosen up!”

Something was very wrong here. Not only did Y/N reek of alcohol, she smelled. Like their was just this really strong odor radiating off of her.

I pulled away and held her out at an arm’s length looking her dead in the eyes.

“Y/N… You’re about as high as a kite right now aren’t you?”

Y/N stumbled over to Sam excitedly, “Can we go fly a kite?!”

Sam chuckled giving Y/N a thumbs up, “Yeah sure… But not now…”

I groaned grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulled her out of the room ignoring her protests.

“You’re going to bed.”

Y/N pouted, stopping in her tracks, “Will you at least read me a bedtime story?”

I sighed continuing down the hall, tugging her along behind me, “Sure baby-girl. Whatever you want.”

I pulled Y/N into her room and tucked her into her bed after she had changed into her PJ’s.

“I love you daddy… even if you don’t love me… I’m sorry I disappoint.”

I stared at her mouth agape for a while before speaking, “Y/N I-”

I was cut off by the sound of her light snores. She had fallen asleep.

I sighed standing up and moving towards the door. I paused for a moment before turning off the light and closing the door softly.


~ THE NEXT MORNING; YOUR POV ~


I rolled over in my bed groaning as my eyes slowly adjusted to the harsh light. My head was absolutely killing me. I barely remember what happened last night… or what day it was.

I rolled completely to the side of the bed sitting up and enjoying the feeling of the cold floor on my bare feet.

I slowly pushed myself the rest of the way up and headed out of my room to the kitchen. The only thing worse than a hangover was having a hangover at the same time as you are recovering from being high.

“Rough night, huh kiddo?”

I looked up at my dad startled before averting my gaze to the floor as i moved to find a bottle of aspirin.

“Yeah… sorry about yesterday…”

Tony sighed, inching closer, “You slept through the whole day… Friday night? Now that was the nightmare.”

I swallowed down the aspirin with some water maining my gaze on the ground. “Sorry to be such a disappointment but we can’t all be heros.”

Tony took the final steps over to me lifting my chin so I was looking into his brown eyes with my Y/E/C ones.

“Is that what this is about?”

“Well it’s a start…”

“Love… listen to me. You’re not a disappointment. To be quite honest you’re the one

In this tower who can make everyone laugh… you’re like the sun in all of this rain.”

“I think I much better suit the rain….”

Tony sighed, pulling me into a hug, “Y/N… We all want to help you… you just have to be willingly to let us.”

I nodded burying my face in his neck, “Okay… I just don’t want to be alone… not again…”

“You’ll never be alone. I’m always right here, okay? Besides…I want to be a grandpa one day… that can’t happen if you never grow old.”

I snickered, pushing him playfully, “You already look the part old man.”


(Sorry if this was shit… I had it down in a notebook and decided to type it as I felt like shit…. BUT I AM BACK AND IGNORING EXAMS SO I CAN WRITE MORE! - Steph)

anonymous asked:

I am more amazed at Lauren for moving fast over LUCY than her being over Camila with Lucy. I mean she looked so in love with her and than heartbroken as well when they apparently broke up. And TBH I am not even sure how much of Tyren is true. Half of his tweets look like he is high as a kite! 😄Lauren definitely needs some single time to sort her life and emotional state. She is wilding to hard!

anonymous asked:

James see Sirius and Lily talk to each other in whispers sometime near the end of fifth year and they both burst out laughing and in that moment he felt the most angry and jealous he has ever felt (up until then) and couldn't even look at them

James gave Sirius one last mortifying look before he stormed off to their dorm. Why was it so hard to understand for him that he had feelings for Evans? As if it wasn’t enough for him to be suddenly best mates with the red haired girl, he was also talking about him to her, too. What the bloody hell was he playing at? James’ mind was racing with revenge plots. James clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He wanted to punch the living shit out of Sirius. James Potter wanted to punch Sirius Black, because of a girl

James fancied Lily a lot but that thought was too much, he tried to shake it away but he remembered how they were laughing looking his way and he cracked his knuckles when he heard a small whisper behind him.

“James?”

“What the f–” he turned abruptly and his hand shot up to his hair.

“Umm, Sirius sent me up because uh, he was afraid that you would hex him. He asked me to explain–” said Lily, there was a guilty look on her face.

“Entertain me, Evans” interrupted James, he could feel his anger melt under her stare but he tried to keep his act up.

“So, umm, you missed it but Remus was sitting right behind you high as a kite looking at his Charms essay backwards” explained Lily as she smiled shyly and James felt literal butterflies in his stomach. 

“He was?” muttered James, he could feel blood rushing to his cheeks. He was a complete idiot. 

“Yes and it was actually really funny and we were having fun, I’m sorry if we upset you” replied Lily, tugging the sleeves of her sweater.

“I’m, umm– Yeah I thought you were talking about me and uh, I kinda over reacted I guess and you can tell Sirius that I won’t hex him,” babbled James and their eyes met for a second before Lily backed away from the door.

“Will do, Potter” confirmed Lily with a smile. She walked out and came back seconds later. “And Potter, thanks for that prank on the Slytherins, I know it was you but you know I can take care of myself”

“Of course I do, Evans and I will deny it was me to anyone who asks” smirked James.

“That’s because you are a pain in the ass.”

“At least I’m fit” retorted James.

“That’s debatable,” said Lily as she took every part of James in. James felt a shiver down his spine. 

“Ouch, Evans” exclaimed James looking hurt.

“Don’t look hurt Potter, not even the bloody Queen can hurt that ego of yours. Now are you coming downstairs or are we going to continue bickering?” asked Lily.

“Sure, go ahead I’ll be down in a minute” replied James, when she left he gave himself a small smack in the head. He made a fool of himself in front of Lily as always. However that small chat they had, that was progress. James smiled like an idiot the rest of the night.

Baby: n….na….

Grandma: oh my god!! His first word is gonna be nana!!! Come on billy, say it, nana, nana!

Baby: Nacho bell grande
Cheesy gordita
I like your nachos
Like diarrhea
Man I really like
Taco bell
I know I can’t
Watch you make my food
Drop on the floor
I think it’s rude
Man I really like
Taco bell
Here’s to the Mexican
Who makes me my food (me gusta)
How is that I just ate
Now I have to poop
Fast food
Greasy
Taco
I love
Food like this
Could only come
From above
Robbed a taco store and asked them for a refill
Hey this is JRizzle
Listen up all y'all
I’m winning tacos just because of this gumball
I put chalupas where my mouth is
So watch this
Because I’m the dopest rapper
That you’ve ever messed with
Sir, welcome to Taco Bell
May I take your order
Yeah can I have a big mac and a pepsi
Sir we don’t sell big macs
And some chicken nuggets
We don’t have chicken nuggets either
Sauce!
T-A-C-O B-E double L
The cashier’s name is Omar Vizquel
People always
Persecute me
But I know they’ll die
For eating Chipotle
How is it that you
Could hate
Good old taco bell
And how is it that you
Could like Chipotle
We walked into the Taco Bell
Because I was craving some crunchy shell
The man behind the counter said oopah (oopah)
I was flying as high as a kite
And I looked up to my delight
They were having a special on chalupas
My chalupa
My chalupa
My chalupa
My chalupa
And as you know there was a man
Who preached the truth
On rock and sand
And Jesus won’t hold your sins to you
And we all know that he broke the bread
But I know that St. Peter said
That his favorite food was chalupas
My chalupa
My chalupa
My chalupa
My chalupa
I love this song
Beef
It’s a good song
And Cheese
Beef and cheese
Beef and cheese yeah
Beef and cheese in a taco shell yeah
Beef and cheese in a taco shell
Take that it’ll make you fat
We got the stuff that’ll make your booty go
Take that it’ll make you fat
We got the stuff that’ll make your booty go
Take that it’ll make you fat
We got the stuff that’ll make your booty go
Take that it’ll make you fat
We got the stuff that’ll make your booty go
Beef and cheese
Beef and cheese
And lettuce
Beef and cheese
Beef and cheese
And lettuce
Beef and cheese
Beef and cheese
Okay
And lettuce
Beef and beef and cheese
Now is the time
That we end this song
Without tacos
Life would be wrong
Man I really love taco bell
Michael was right
Tacos are great
If you’re real hungry
They’re open real late
Man I really love Taco Bell

Flashback to that one time I nearly destroyed my little sister’s 1st birthday party because I was jumping on the bed, fell, and split my lip open, This was shortly after I came back from the hospital. As you can see, I look high as a kite (probably because the hospital gave me something) while my sister looks embarrassed with me. Yep, the first time my sister ever gave me the “you’re embarrassing me” look was when she was 1 year old. I’m serious. She still makes that exact same face when she is embarrassed with me.

(Not pictured: My cousin standing next to me and giving me the thousand-yard stare because she had witnessed me bleeding excessively from my face just hours earlier.)

TB Saga
Tyler Joseph and friends
TB Saga

Lyrics

Fast food greasy taco I love. Nacho bell Grande Cheesy Gordita

I like your nachos like diarrhea. Man I really like Taco Bell.

I know I can’t Watch you make my food. Drop it on the floor I think it’s rude.

Man I really like Taco Bell

Here’s to the Mexican who makes me my food (me gusta)

How is it that I just ate Now  And I have to poop

Fast food greasy taco I love. Food like this could only come from above [2x]

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Hey this is J Rizzle Listen up all y’all

I’m winning tacos just because of this gumball

I put chalupas where my mouth is so watch this

Cause I’m the dopest rapper that you’ve ever messed with

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T-A-C-O B-E- double L The cashiers names is Omar Vizquel

People always persecute me But I know they’ll die for eating Chipotle

How is it that you could hate the good ol’ Taco Bell

And how is it that you could like Chipotle 

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We walked into the Taco Bell Cause I was craving some crunchy shell 

The man behind the counter said Oopah (oopah) 

I was flying as high as a kite and I looked up to my delight 

They were having a special on Chalupas 

My chalupas [x4]

And as you know there was a man. Who preached the truth on rocket sand

And Jesus won’t hold your sins to you 

And we all know that he broke the bread But I know that St. Peter said

That his favorite food was Chalupas 

My chalupas [x4]

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I love this song. BEEF! Beef and cheese YEAH! 

Take that it’ll make you fat. We got the stuff that’ll make your booty go [4x]

Beef and cheese. Beef and cheese. And lettuce [2x]

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Now is the time that we end this song. Without tacos life would be wrong.

Man I really love Taco Bell. Micheal was right. Tacos are great.

If you are hungry they’re open real late. Man I really love Taco Bell.

Here’s to the Mexican who makes me my food (me gusta)

How is it that I just ate Now  And I have to poop. 

Fast food greasy taco I love. Food like this could only come from above. [2x]

I’m full!

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‘So ‘dude there are these two black guys in a bar.’ ‘Hey! Shh! We’re still recording.

*Various animal and burp sounds*

The 100 shooting - 01/22/2016

It didn’t rain so much yesterday, which was very nice because I’m not Canadian so I almost froze to death on Thursday.

They were filming on a sidewalk in front of Canada Place again, this time a series of shots of Clarke walking among the mysterious-maybe-Grounder-maybe-not Extras In Overcoats. Clarke was walking through the crowd looking very confused, and apparently no one could see her. At one point they all stopped walking and looked up, including Clarke. This is on the video that I posted yesterday.

Shit got really weird in the next scene. Jasper came by and he was wearing contemporary clothes – not business suits like the extras, but casual – and he was eating a pretty pink strawberry ice cream (which I hope was from Bella Gelateria, one block from where they were shooting and also the best ice cream place in town). Devon Bostick seemed to be doing some method acting or whatever because he kept dancing and smiling and laughing during the breaks.

Jasper sat down on a bench, eating his ice cream, looking around and smiling like if he was high as a kite. Clarke walks to him and stares at him, but he doesn’t see her. She doesn’t even try to talk to him and keeps walking down the sidewalk. Now I get where all your LSD theories come from.

After that sequence they did some other shots of Clarke walking on the sidewalks of the city. There were a lot of extras; some of them the same ones that were there on Thursday and got their asses kicked by Lexa.

A lot of theories about season 3 have been going on and the best I can do to help is share the one piece of information that I heard on set: while directing the extras, the director said “You are really happy. You’re in the City of Lights!”.

So yeah, Downtown Vancouver is pretty much the City of Lights, which could be not a place, but a state of mind/a drug induced Matrix situation/something else. For what I’ve seen so far, Clarke could be trying to save Jasper and the others from this city, which could be created and controlled by Allie. Lexa, on the other hand, seemed as aware as Clarke about her surroundings, and they can see and touch each other, something that Clarke couldn’t do with Jasper.

In the afternoon/night they moved to an underground parking lot, where they would stay until late, so I left because we couldn’t see anything. But we got to see a glimpse of Alycia inside one of the cars, and I’ve seen some pictures of her so she was on set yesterday for sure.

callistawolf  asked:

After a long day Felicity comes home to find Oliver has put self-adhesive googly eyes just below his navel. He announces that he's an elephant but as he's getting turned on... "oh wait, I was wrong... I'm a rhino! Aw Felicity, don't be like that! Come back, haven't you ever wanted to pet an endangered species?but he really was excited to meet you!"

(Your mind, Calli.  YOUR MIND.)

Felicity blinked.  And then she blinked again, before turning to look at her sister-in-law, who looked like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to fall to the floor in laughter or run for the bathroom to toss her cookies.  

“I swear to God, Felicity, I have no idea,” Thea said out of the corner of her mouth.  “Does Vicodin normally do this to him?”

“No!” Felicity hissed.  “He’s flirty, yeah, but–but this?  No.  No no no no no.  Oh, God, my husband is having the world’s weirdest reaction to a drug he’s taken hundreds–no, wait, he’s Oliver, he’s stubborn as a mule, he’s only taken Vicodin a dozen times in the five years I’ve known him.”  

“Okay, I think I should just leave,” Thea said, backing away, her eyes darting between Felicity and Oliver, being very careful to not look at her brother below the neck.  

Grimacing, Felicity nodded.  “Coward.  But yeah, I’ve got this.”  

“Feeeeeeeeelicity,” Oliver crooned.  “C’mon, you wanna pet my rhino.”  He gave her what he clearly thought was a seductive wink, but he looked more drunk.  On top of being high as a kite.

“Oliver, what’s going on?” she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders and holding him in place–and keeping him from getting too close to her.  Not until she had figured out what had made him act like a three-year-old.  

He pouted, reinforcing that comparison.  “Tommy.”  

She blinked–man, she was giving her eyelids a workout–and then shook her head.  “Tommy?”  

“Yeah, Tommy.  He did this once, and the chick totally rocked his world.”  

“And so … you took your Vicodin, remembered Tommy doing this, and decided to try it with me?” Felicity asked, her words coming slowly as she tried to wrap her mind around this.

Oliver nodded, then looked down at his crotch and frowned.  “No, no, be a rhino!”  

“Nope!” Felicity said firmly, pushing Oliver towards their room.  “Nope, it’s time to be an elephant.  I’m gonna put you in bed, you’re gonna sleep this off, and we’re never gonna talk about this ever again.”  

“Felicity–hey, Felicity,” Oliver argued as she led him towards bed, “y’know if you got into bed with me, I’d be the most rhino rhino ever.”  

“Never talking about this again!  If you ever want to have sex with me again, Oliver Jonas Queen, you will forget this happened!”

End.

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