midnight tacos

*puts hands together* Let’s unpack this, shall we?

“The crime is on the bed” That is probably left over from the JP game and goes to show how ridiculous some titles are when straight translated.

And then there is… “Forbidden soup opera love story”

I choose potato.

Anyways, you want to play this, download from Google Play and iTunes.

Maybe I’ll do another live impressions post since people liked that so much.


This is a game that was released by one company, but they since removed it and someone else picked it up? I guess?

Anyway, look at this FIVE STAR REVIEW (that’s not how star ratings work, bruh)

I’ve played this game before a few years ago… Kind of sucks… Even the names are the same and everything… Be more original… Games great even if it is a copy of someone elses game :/ 



The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.

It hit you one late night at the library while you were cramming for and crying over midterms along with the other student zombie population. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary - you were in your regular spot as per usual, inked paper and random notes scattered all around you, the dimming screen of your laptop reflected in your glasses, hair haphazardly pulled back and out of your face. And he was there with you, as per usual, his own laptop illuminating the serious and focused look on his face as he rested his chin on one propped hand while the other worked hard to scroll down his screen on his keyboard. Just two university students, two dormmates, two friends, studying at the library. The only difference between you two? He wasn’t studying - oh, no - you knew from the last time you got up and walked past him that he definitely not studying. 

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all-nighters in companionable silence, texting in the same room, “shall i doxx those dirty loot-stealers~?”, fetching a pillow and blanket for the first one to pass out, midnight Taco Bell trips, B-movie Netflix marathons, “that firewall’s got nothing on you!”,dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.

the YooSeven aesthetic, too strong. too good.

treacerous  asked:

Your headcanons are the best so you have any headcanons for Dan and Neil's friendship? I love them so much I feel like Dan is his big sister or something sksjdjs

thank you!! dan and neil oh boy here we go

✧ dan is one of the few people that neil will actually listen to
✧ and by that i mean she is one of the few people that will go the extra length to tackle him sit on him or drag him somewhere by force
✧ dan can throw neil and it has happened EXACTLY once and then they were banned from doing it ever again, much to their disappointment
✧ neil is dans favorite and she wont admit it. like ofc she will kill for all the foxes but something happens to neil and its personal and shes going after them w nails filed to points
✧ dan likes pineapple on pizza and neil hates it so dan obviously orders extra on every pizza they get 
wymack: dan get neil and gather all the nets up dan: neil wymack says to get the nets. yeah just you
✧ neil gives dan attitude once and never again
✧ they have an exasperated Look they give each other whenever someone says something stupid. sometimes one of them isnt even in the room but they enter just to exchange it
✧ they both love to curl up in the same chair and are constantly trying to kick the other out of it but it just…doesnt work. dan tips it all the way over at one point but neil just clings to it and wont fall off
✧ dan likes to do surprise selfies w neil and a lot of them are just doofy bc neil is caught off guard and dan is laughing too hard to keep the camera steady but theres One where theyre both beaming and at least halfway in focus and dan FRAMES IT
✧ when neil does something impressive in a game dan will pick..him up….and spin him around
✧ neil goes off on the press and wymack sends dan in for damage control and they end up punching one of the reporters. renee needs to intervene
✧ midnight runs to taco bell or mcdonalds
✧ fox tower plays assassin and dan and neil are the only two left and they booby trap the entire building
✧ *neil does something reckless* dan: i didnt raise you like this neil: yes, you did dan: *long suffering sigh* i know
✧ they make a secret handshake and the Entire Team is extremely jealous
✧ dan changes neils ringtone to some obnoxious hit 40s song and neil cant figure out how to change it. dan calls him at least 4 times a day
✧ constantly ready to throw down for each other. neil will fight someone to the death for dan and dan will murder a man for neil
✧ this gif

some of these are shamelessly from my own sibling experiences I LOVE THESE TWO

Never Happened

The series is as follows :

Mama Scully’s Party …. MorningUnderwearsMapsNachosFoul BallPromisesStayPhone CallsFlannel InterruptionAwakeningFriendly CompromisesScrabbleApart …  A Long WeekLightningMissing YouInterimStuffWaitingGoingHandsUnsteadyFearFastSlowRegardlessInto the DarkLightSurfboardsCurbsShowersBordersCanyonsSoakedIce CreamNever HappenedDeep SouthAlmostBlue-Suede ShoesUnwelcomeRemarkableStarsDoorbellsM&MsKneesHome


The trek across Arizona and into New Mexico was uneventful. Scully made it five hours before she needed a break and the world’s largest collection of soda and beer cans afforded them that. Mulder, eagle eye that he was, spotted the tiny sign under the larger sign announcing the new golf course and country club at the next exit. Not giving a shit about golf in the slightest, he was all over the can collection like, as he put it, Langley was on an old-school Nintendo game.

“I love when I understand a gaming reference.”

“You played Nintendo? Be still my heart.”

A toothy grin appeared as she took the exit ramp, “Charlie and I would play tournaments on my weekends home. I attribute my ability to shoot so well to ‘Duck Hunt’.”

“Are you sure you won’t marry me? I mean, there’s gotta be some little, white, no questions asked chapel around here somewhere.”

“Maybe I’ll show you my thumb action if you ask me nicely.” His mouth dropped open and she caught his look in the rearview mirror. Laughing in delight, “I made you speechless. Today is a red-letter day.”

“Shhh, picturing thumb action.”

“Super Mario Brothers?”


“Well, now you’re going to make me go speechless.”

Mulder dropped against the seat, hand to his heart, “dying here, partner.”

“Oh no you don’t. We are going to see an ineffable amount of ancient aluminum pull-tab cans. Get out of the car, Mulder.”

They got out, they strolled the converted barn looking at cans for nearly two hours and in the end, Scully had to admit she was impressed. Mulder nudged her as best he could, “now that’s the stuff I was talking about.”

“That was the stuff?”

“That was the stuff.”

Coming in closer, she reached out to play with the loose hem of his t-shirt, Mulder grinning at the sheer proximity, his eyes closing of their own volition, swaying forward towards her as if magnetized, “how about we find ourselves a hotel and maybe take a nap, get some dinner, find some way to occupy ourselves?”

Mulder heard a buzzing sound, then realized he had forgotten to breath. It didn’t help any that she was now within fractions of an inch of him and taking in a gulp of air, “and how were you thinking we could occupy ourselves?”

“I bet you there’s an arcade somewhere in the greater Albuquerque area.”

“Don’t tease, Agent Scully.”

“Play you to 100,000 points on Pac-Man and we’ll follow it up with a Galaxian tournament, loser treats to midnight tacos.”

Leaning forward on his crutches, he dropped his head to her shoulder, “that is possibly one of the greatest things a man can ever hear.”


They found the hotel, they took the nap, they ate the dinner, then they passed the night at the arcade. Neither one of them made reference to Oswald until they were out in the parking lot, sitting on the tailgate of the Jeep and watching the sun come up over the closed down strip mall curving around them. “Should I bring up the lightning kid?”

“No. No, you should not. I am having a thoroughly good time and I do not want to think about that boy and his lightning bolts.”

“That was dirty.” She pushed him lightly and he rolled sideways, then rolled back, bumping her shoulder, “what? It was. You can’t comment on a man’s lightning bolts innocently.”

“Shut up, Mulder and enjoy the sunrise, would you?”

He grinned, then without hesitation, covered her hand with his, pulling it onto his lap, encasing it between his palms, “and then I will take you out for a taco breakfast.”

“Breakfast burritos at the greasiest diner we can find?”

“Anything for you.”

After breakfast, they went back to the hotel to shower, although Mulder still needed the sponge variety, given his new stitches. Once those tasks were complete, they checked out, running now on sugar packets they’d stolen from the diner, the extra black beans in the burritos and the handful of Laffy Taffy Scully bought at the gas station as they left town.

Mulder figured they’d continue East but when Scully turned South, his head perked up, the sun suddenly shifting enough to make him realize their direction. “Scully?”

“Yes, Mulder?”

“Oh, my dear Scully.”

“Yes, Mulder?”

“Oh, my wonderful, dear, sweet Scully, are we going where I think we’re going?”

“Where do you think we’re going, Mulder?”

“To my mecca of the West. To my asylum from the crazies of DC. To my people.” Just then, they passed a mundane green freeway distance sign and the holy of holies stood out over all others for Mulder’s shining eyes, “to Roswell.”

“Can you feel them calling you?”

“I can.” Rolling down the window, the hot air poured into the car, “I can smell the Reticulans from here. Drive faster, woman, drive faster!”

Laughing, she drove them on, getting them to Roswell in one piece and stopping at a Motel 6, which, Scully pointed out from the brochures in the lobby, was close to the International UFO Museum.

He wondered if he should seriously just get down on his good knee and take care of business, seal the deal, make an honest woman of the honest woman she still was.

Instead, they crashed hard on the lumpy mattress, Mulder bouncing accidently, jarring his leg but keeping his swearing silent as Scully settled beside him, asking in a voice nearly asleep already, “happy very early or very late birthday present, Mulder.”

Turning on his side, he slid his arm around her waist then scooted her back against him as best he could, “thank you.”

Hiding her smile in the pillow, she shut her eyes, drifting off warm and content.


They spent the next day wandering, which Mulder survived with four Ibuprophen and the beautiful woman at his side who was wearing the t-shirt he proudly bought her in the first store they passed, her chest now stating emphatically that ‘Whatever happens in Roswell, DID NOT HAPPEN!’

She changed into it immediately in an alley, Mulder turned around blocking what traffic might pass. Three seconds later, she stuffed her regular top in his backpack, “ready to go.”

Later that night, back in their seedy hotel, lights off, darkness pressing down but comfortably so, Mulder had his leg propped up, the swelling of the day making it ache, “is this heaven, Scully?”

“It’s Roswell, Mulder.”

Smiling at the memory of his day, “I could have sworn it was heaven.”

“Next vacation, I’ll take you from Cooperstown to Dyersville and as long as you don’t break yourself in between, I’ll play second base for you.”

“Second base is a dangerous thing to mention right now, partner.”

Scooting her butt back against his hip, his hand drifted over her thigh, settling just above her waist, hand fully on bare skin, “I’ve always enjoyed second base, Mulder.”

He squeezed her, savoring soft skin and radiating heat, “good night, Scully.”

Being pregnant with Ashton's baby include :

• him asking if you’re okay, every 30 seconds !
• the lads fighting to know who is going to be the godfather .. But Ashton choosing his brother !
• Ashton wearing a “I M GONNA BE THE BEST DADDY” tee shirt.
• him buy the “MY DADDY IS THE DRUMMER !” Shirt for his child.
• him talking to your baby bump at night, or when he is bored.
• Michael buying every Pokemon jumpsuit possible to trying to be the godfather.
• “Michael you can’t buy my unborn child !”
• “But Ash it gonna look so COOL bro!”
• weird craving for food you usually don’t like at midnight !
• “you’re serious babe ?! Taco Bell ?! At 4 am ?! .. I’m gonna die !”
• Ashton and the lads painting the nursery.
• Ashton call his mom crying, when you told him it was a baby girl.
• “mom I’m gonna have a baby girl, yes a baby girl !”
• “my baby is having a baby -Ann”
• fighting for the name !
• a name list.
• Ash having a photo of the first ultrasound in his wallet. Just beside your first photo together and his family, plus the lads.
• “she gonna learn the bass !” “No the guitar ! ” “guys I’m her dad she’s going to be a drummer!”

Wow! It’s like none of them have intestinal distress!

4 Things That TV Commercials Will Never Show You

#3. The Sketchiness of Any Place Open Late

As a person who regularly stays up late, I know a thing or two about the atmosphere surrounding any place that’s open late. Obviously, Taco Bell doesn’t attract roaming gangs of break dancers and DJs once the clock strikes midnight, as if their tacos were gremlins that turned into people looking to jam in the moonlight. … [In ads,] no one is paranoid of the creeps in the night. No one is a belligerent drunk trying to put sloppy, half-assed midnight cheeseburgers inside of themselves, effectively loading their stomach guns so they can rapid-fire burger vomit along the side of the road a few minutes later. And no one looks like they want to rob you because it’s past midnight and the law is getting some shut eye.

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Our Favorite Places To Eat At Con: Staff Edition!

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We have the lists on our site and stuff, but we thought it’d be fun to share with you all the places our staff like to eat, when we can at con!

Cheeseboy- Located conveniently in the Prudential Mall food court, we dig the variety in grilled cheese, but it’s all about the tomato soup to dip it in.

Wagamama- Also conveniently in the Prudential Center, you can get your ramen fix (and other tasty Asian small plates and entrees) and if the line is kind, some fro-yo at Pinkberry afterwards! Sometimes, also, their special fresh made juices can be really refreshing after a long day of con.

Max Brenner- Located across the way some from the Hynes on Boylston St., if you like chocolate and good, sit down dining food, this is your place. It’s not cheap, so if you have the budget, it can be nice treat for dinner. GET THE CHOCOLATE THOUGH. SERIOUSLY. CHOCOLATE ANYTHING.

China Pearl- Located on Tyler St. about a mile and half from the Hynes, our staff recommend this for the dim sum. It’s near Chinatown and other Asian restaurants, so if you want your dim sum fix, it’s a good place to start!

Chili Duck- Next to the Apple Store near the Hynes, good food at affordable prices.

Bukowski’s Tavern- For the beer geek crowd, check out Bukowski. Lots of interesting brews to try, and a fun twist on the “pub grub” menu with items like the Peanut Butter Burger (don’t knock it til you try it!) It’s also right near the front entrance to the Sheraton! Just keep in mind it’s cash only.

L'Espalier- our epicurious Security Manager Shamus suggests that our attendees take advantage of the fact that L'Espalier offers a Chef’s Tasting Menu at lunch that is half the price of the dinner offering. Their sommelier will select an optional degustation of wine if you ask. Now that they closed the Sel de la Terre in the area, this is probably your best bet for seasonal French haute cuisine while dressed as a space ninja.

Firehouse Subs- On Boylston St, great food and usually no lines. You know you love toasty subs, and they can be  yours.

Summer Shack- Close, convenient, and tasty! This is a good place for seafood fans.

Tasty Burger- This one is a shortish walk on Boylston towards Fenway. As the name suggests, it’s tasty burgers!

Panda Express- This is probably the #1 source of feeding staff all weekend out of convenience. Lines, as always with the food court, are a thing but sometimes an orange chicken panda bowl hits the spot.

Tossed- Right outside the Hynes entrance to the Pru, it’s not vegan-friendly, but a good option for non-vegan vegetarians or if you just need to eat something healthier.

Au Bon Pain- It’s less of wait in the morning than Dunkin for breakfast, and their soups are pretty boss. Lines here are never that bad and it’s enough soup/sandwich variety if you don’t want to go far. Like Tossed, it’s right outside the Hynes/Pru entrance!

JP Licks- A bit of a walk on Boylston, but this a great ice cream place we love. They do some great seasonal flavors, have yummy sherbert/sorbet options for those who are dairy-free.

Spike’s- On the corner of Mass Ave and Boylston, great for if you have one of those nights where you want to down six hot dogs in on sitting. No, really, we’re serious.

Boloco- On Park Plaza, this is a good place for cheap breakfast burritos to get your energy up for the day!

Haru- Nice Japanese place that’s pretty chill with some solid Japanese food. It has a lounge feel to it, but prices can be a bit high here, keep in mind.

Cactus Club- Decent tex-mex, used to do $1 tacos after midnight, but we aren’t sure if they still do it, however it’s across the street and sometimes you just need good tex-mex.

Trident Cafe- A cute little bookshop/cafe, very chill and quaint with good mac and cheese and other food. This one’s on Newbury, so enjoy all the cool vibe of the Newbury neighborhood if you stop by.

Salty Pig- In the little bit of pricier range, this is about a 15 min walk on Darthmouth, but they have a pretty great charcuterie plate, if that’s your thing.

Keep in mind, Boston has so many awesome food options that if our recommendations don’t appease your stomach, always check Yelp, Urban Spoon, etc., but give some of our recommendations a try!

And my old insomnia made its guest appearance last night. Well, still technically now as I write this as well. The cure of the night was a HSM marathon, midnight tacos and storing some for the winter, and cuddling with my baby – Lilo~

Midnight Tacos

(Why do you keep doing this to me? YOUR ART IS JUST AHKJHDSJKKJ So here, have more fic to accompany your as always fabulous art. Have some fluff that mortiphasm and I came up with and I ended up writing because Im weak for their art. Enjoy the Marshfield + Chloe fluff. There's no ship name for that really… anyways, Enjoy!)

Max sighed heavily and Chloe laughed joyously. How she ended up here was anyone’s guess. Max and Kate were each tucked under Chloe’s strong arms. She had come by, snatched each of them and tucked them under her arms and strut off declaring she wanted Taco Bell. So here she was being carried under Chloe’s arm while Kate had been upgraded from football carry to piggy back. Kate hadn’t even fought off their punk girlfriend, she just went along with her antics now. Max always protested, if one day she didn’t the Chloe would take it as a greenlight and she’d pull shit like this more often.

“Chloe will you please put me down?” Chloe hummed in contemplation then grinned and shook her head.

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