Back in my college days, I lived on campus and ate the 20-meals-a-week meal plan at the cafeteria. It was… terrible. Seriously. I know people complain about their college cafeteria all the time, but they still gain their “freshman 15”. I lost mine. The food was disgusting. Sunday spaghetti was made from tomato sauce and Saturday’s cheap hamburgers. One week they didn’t bother ripping up the hamburgers: watery, sauce-tinted, overcooked noodles garnished with dry, leathery, two-day-old hamburger patties. It was still better than the other options. At first, they had a “make your own pizza” line, but removed it because everyone was using it, and “bread isn’t cheap.” I remember seeing a real salad in their “healthy eats” line and getting excited, because it’s hard to screw up salads, only to realize that it was literally floating in oil. The salad on the actual salad bar was not an option; it was changed out every morning, whether it needed it or not. Oh, sorry, I meant the ice in the salad bar. Not the salad, no. A student wrote his initials in the tuna and it remained for a solid week. Sometimes the salad would grow its own salad.
They had a big board set up for student complaints, and they would write responses back. Oddly enough, the board rarely had bad things to say; the manager, may he be haunted by a thousand bedbugs, confessed that he didn’t have time to answer every complaint, but he did read every one, and took the complaints into consideration. And, as far as we could tell, threw away all the ones he didn’t like.
A Reggie x Reader where the
reader starts giving Reggie a flower each day and he’ll wear it in his hair and
lots of fluff please?
one was so cute to write, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also sorry for being a bit
slow on uploading requests my cat likes to bother me while I write. Tomorrow
I’m going to be busy, so don’t expect much tomorrow sorry. Also the reader will
be a Lodge in this imagine and is moving in to Riverdale with her family after
what her dad did.
Reader is new to Riverdale and she hears all these rumors about Reggie Mantle
from her sisters (Veronica) friend Betty, but she believes in goodness in
everyone even Reggie.
Reggie and Reader cuteness overload.
Moving was hard, moving away from all your friends and
everything you’ve even known and starting from scratch was harder. Your mother
Hermione always talked fondly about her time at Riverdale. She and your father grew
up there and since your mother had some property there, you were now moving
from the radiant awake city that was New York.
What made it easier was your sister Veronica, she was the more
stylish one, and you were only a few months apart. She was your partner in
crime, you don’t think you could survive without her.
You moved into Riverdale in the middle of the downpour. The
chaos of a murderer on the loose and the beloved quarterback Jason Blossom life
came to sad end.
Veronica made friends with a sweet girl named Betty in the
summer and Betty introduced you to her friends. Kevin had no filter which you
loved, Archie was complicated (but he was good at music and hoped to join the
football team when school started a bit of a cliché). Jughead Jones the Third
he claimed, was a bit of a mystery, but a great writer.
One day you were all hanging out in the park, when you saw him
alone with his dog.
“Who’s that?” you interrupted the conversation and pointed at
the tall figure with luscious black hair.
“That’s Reggie Mantle” Kevin answered.
“Reggie” you cheered and Veronica gave you a smirk.
“He’s kind of a player (Y/N)” Betty chimed in.
“So is Veronica, that doesn’t mean I can hate and judge my
sister” you chuckled as she gave you a nudge in the shoulder as the group
“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his
“Sorry that he bullies you, but bullies do have a reason for
bullying even if it’s not the best argument, they have a reason” you reasoned.
“Why’d you think he bullies me?” Jughead retorted as he lifted
“Oh, just a hunch” you replied with a smile on your face “I’ll
be back” you shared with them as you stood up from the bench and walked towards
Reggie, not wanting to be empty handed you picked up a daisy from the grass.
“Cute dog, does it have a name?” you gestured at Reggie.
“Vader” he answered as you reached your hand out to give him
the daisy as he gave you a puzzled look.
“I come in peace” you reassured as you placed the small flower
on his right ear.
“My name is (Y/N)” you pointed out as Vader was running after
“Reggie, you new around here?” he questioned as he fixed the
daisy in his ear.
“That obvious, or is it the fact that in small towns everybody
knows everybody” you chuckled.
“Well that, and you’re talking to me” he implied with a small
“Well, I don’t know you and if I listened to what everyone had
to say I could miss out on some great things” you claimed with a smile on your
face and he chuckled.
You and Reggie actually became great friends. He confided in
you on things he’d never say to anyone, you would even go jogging together
every morning and you made sure to always have a flower for him, and he always
sweetly placed it in his ear. He also promised to leave Jughead alone.
Tomorrow was going to be your first day at Riverdale High.
Your mother, Veronica and you occupied the dinner table as Smithers brought you
“So mija” your mother spoke “I heard you have been hanging out
with Reggie Mantle a lot” your mother directed at you.
“Yeah, I have, he’s a really great guy” you claimed.
“Rumor has it-” your mother was cut off by you.
“Rumor has it what?! Mom, I cannot stand it when people label
people before getting to know them. We are who are, not what people say we are.
I am not a corrupt money taker like people claim because of my father’s
mistake. Reggie is who he is, he shows a different side to the world and it is
a privilege to know the real Reggie. Besides he just lost a friend to a
murderer on the loose in your beloved Riverdale mom. I don’t want to hear any
more of this.” You ranted and dropped your fork, now at a loss in your appetite
because of your mother.
“I’m sorry (Y/N), I- I was out of line, and you are so
correct” your mother concluded and Ronnie took your hand in hers.
The school day was about to start and Betty was assigned to
show you and Veronica around. Betty pointed you to your first class as you
scanned the hallways for Reggie to give him his flower of the day.
“Do you really think he’ll take your flower in front of the
whole school and his neanderthals?” Ronnie questioned you as Betty gave you a
“If he doesn’t, then you were all right. I wasted my time
getting to know a great guy who was too scared to show his true self to the
world, and I’ll never speak to him again.” You proclaimed.
You left Betty and Veronica and made your way to Reggie who
was at his locker with his posse.
“Hey Reg” you spoke up a bit nervous because you were really
hoping he wouldn’t turn you down because you enjoyed hanging out with him.
“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie turned away from his posse.
“Hmm, you’re wearing a cap” you gave him a sad smile.
“That’s okay” he answered with a chuckle as he placed the
flower on the hole of his snapback.
You couldn’t help but place a huge smile on your face as he
showed of his flower of the day for all the school to see.
Later you were home alone your mom was working at Pops and
Veronica was trying out for the River Vixens with Betty, since Smithers had
just stepped and you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring.
A bit scared since you were binge watching Criminal Minds and
there was a murderer on the lose you grabbed a bat and opened the door.
“Whoa! (Y/N) you can but the bat down it’s just me” Reggie
removed the bat from your hands and dropped it as you let him in.
“What you got there?” you cheered at the bouquet of flowers
Reggie had in his hands.
“Um” Reggie scratched his head as he still had his flower of
the day on his forehead clinging from the snapback “I- I was hoping you would
accompany me to the homecoming dance this Friday” he confessed as you took the
“Oh my god” you gasped at the bouquet.
“Yeah um it has every single flower you have given me” he
concluded as you pulled him into a hug.
As soon as he let go you planted a kiss on his soft lips and
mentally thanked the universe for letting him into your life no matter what
“So that’s a yes” Reggie cheered as you both let go.
“For you, a thousand times over (This is a quote from The Kite Runner)” you smiled.
Idk why people always portray Alfred as such a righteous and selfless guy like guys I need a fic where he is willing to sell out his friends just because someone gave him a shit load of money. I NEED A FIC WHERE AT FIRST HE SEEM LIKE SUCH A GOOD GUY BUT THEM THIS HANDSOME BUT VERY BAD PERSON COMES UP AND SEDUCES HIM and not with his good looks but WITH MONEY
PLEASE HELP- I'm scared and Utah law is ruining our lives.
Hey everyone, I started a fundraising campaign for Utah Out-Of-State Entrapment Suit. Please tap to donate- gf.me/u/stkwu
Here’s the whole story if anyone is interested. we would owe you our lives if you can help us out anything works even 5 cents goes a long way. On top of the charges which can cost up to 3,000 we also have to pay for a lawyer which is another 3,000. I’m only 19 and have no family in Colorado to help me. If you are out there, please find it in your heart to share this post or donate. Thank you so much !
On June 6th, 2017, around 4:00AM (MDT), Jake (passenger) and Olivia (driver) passed a Sheriff’s vehicle at the Silver Reef RD and I-15 junction on our route along California to Colorado. The Sheriff’s vehicle head lights were already on, and, shortly there-after, began to follow our vehicle without pulling us over. We were followed on I-15 for around 8 full minutes before the officer decided to turn on his lights and pull us over.
After pulling off, the officer then came to the passenger side window, and abruptly started treating Jake as if he was conceling multiple weapons under the jacket by his legs. While yelling inaudibly, the officer demanded he lift various clothing items up for him, while he used one hand to hold a flashlight, and another to assist himself with this search.
After deciding Jake had nothing but clothes on, or near his person, the officer stated the reason he pulled us over was due to a failure to signal while changing lanes back at the previous junction (where we originally encountered his vehicle sitting in the median). Acknowledging what the officer had stated, we correctly reply that we’d not changed lanes since long before we passed him, orignally. The officer furthered himself by stating that, even though, we had not changed lanes, we were required to indicate, with our singals, to people merging from Silver Reef RD, that we were not changing lanes. The officer was unable to clarify any questions on how that is physically possible–to stay in the same lane, but use blinkers to indicate that we are staying in the same lane that we currently were already within. We did not pass over any dotted lines.
The officer then proceeded to ask us a couple of questions that somehow lead him to see the inside of Jake’s mouth, where he lost all sense of tact upon believing he had “a green tongue from recently smoking marijuana”. He proceeded to question where we were traveling from/to, in which we responded from Burbank, California to Colorado Springs, Colorado. He went silent for a moment, and quipped that the plates were registered in Ohio… looked at us for a moment, and then stated he could smell traces of marijuana coming from the vehicle.
Immediately upon this revelation, he shouted at us to exit the vehicle as he called for backup.
Jake’s statement- I did not witness his first physical interactions with Olivia on the driver’s side of the vehicle. He then came over to me, and shouted for me to stand over 5 feet in front of the car at 4am in the desert. The officer then came over, frisked me, and had me stand in the freezing wind in little more than shorts and t-shirt… all the while, the officer shouted how he had sufficient probable cause to search the vehicle without permission. The officer had a K9, however, it stayed in the officer’s vehicle for the entire stop. The officer did not ask if he had permission to search the vehicle, at any point, and never was permission granted for him to enter our vehicle.
As backup arrived, the original officer proceeded to toss everything out of the vehicle on to the pavement, both behind and on the passenger side of the vehicle. It was easy to hear, from the other side of the vehicle, that the longboards from the car were launched straight into the ground, as was evident afterwards when damage was found on multiple items, including the car’s interior & exterior, the longboards, as well as some memorabilia picked up along our travels. While checking both the inside and outside of the vehicle, the officer tried to break off every compartment our vehicle had. While checking the front end of the vehicle, digging his hands around under the hood, pulling on anything in sight, the car has since made engine noise not previously heard throughout our cross-country trip. While checking the front bumper, he noticed it was cracked near the passenger tire, to which he pulled on, and dug his hands in to, til a distinct cracking sound from the bumper caused him to stop pulling. While on the inside of the vehicle, he yanked on everything trying to get the pieces of the car to come off where they should not. Multiple parts of the interior are now loose, some of which now wiggle freely. The officer also unwrapped a glass pipe that had been purchased in California, still in its original multi-layer wrapping from the glass store it was purchased from–it was a gift for a Colorado friend. Even though it was obvious the pipe had never been used before, I was told we would not be getting it back, along with less than 0.008 pounds of pot (yes, thousandths of a pound, a fraction of 1.0%), and another pipe that had been secured in the glove compartment during our travel back home.
After concluding the hour-long unauthorized search, the cop demanded I clean up the mess stating “so we can get out of here as soon as possible” as he puts Olivia into his cop car. Roughly 15 minutes later, Olivia got out of the cop’s vehicle, and I was called over. The officer asks me if I know my rights, to which I reply kind of, and the officer furthers by saying “like you see on tv. You can deny to answer my questions, and you can have a lawyer” and proceeds to bagger me on why I wasn’t forthcomming about having a green tongue, and why I would lie about smoking when the proof is, apparently, right on my tongue. When asked if I was under arrest, the officer stated “you are and are not under arrest, tonight”.
In summary of my perspective, Olivia and I were legally driving down the road, a cop started following us closely waiting for a mistake, never got a decent enough reason, so he made up a false reason to pull us over, used bad science, such as, “your tongue is green” as probable cause to search our vehicle without consent, ignored any approved drug testings, damaged our property from car interior to exterior, and our possessions, stole an item that, to the best of my knowledge and research, is legal for me to carry in any US State, let alone, every country in the known world, and then the officer got lucky finding a tiny bit of pot while concluding his illegal search from the illegal pull-over.
Worth noting- Olivia and I were pulled over in the same car, at the same time, for the same reason, and only once. She was ticketed first, myself second. Same fines, in both cases, of 1360$ each. Our citations, however, differ massively. According the cop, we were pulled over in largly differing junctions, mile markers, and times (mine states I was ticketed a while before she was, even though they printed Olivia’s ticket a good 15 minutes earlier). From the knowledge of a local cop in my area, this type of illegal cop activity is to create the appearance of 2 seperate pull-overs to inflate a cop’s ticketing quota; the cop was able to make 3.5 grams of marijuana look like it was in two different places at two different times with two different people.“
Hey @sixpenceee! A while ago, I made you a post about an all-white temple with pretty scary design from Thailand. Well, it seems like my home country has a thing for creepy temple, because they also built an all-black temple. Actually, it’s more of a museum, also known as the “baandam museum” or “Black House Museum”. I’m not a 100% sure, but I think this is it’s story: once an illegal wood black market was caught. The wood they sold was Teck or some very expensive wood. The governement didn’t know what to do with the wood and the citizens didn’t want the governement to sell the wood and use money for corruption, so an artist asked for the wood in exchange, he’d build something for the population. The result in shown in the images and look quite satanic. The huge skeleton you see on one of the picture is from an elephant. All skins and skulls and bones are real. Hope you enjoy!
Many of us are caught in the illusion that money is survival. Yet, we do not eat, breath, nor drink money. Money is the corrupt middleman between us and the resources. We need communities that work together like the native tribes have always done. We need to relearn to be in harmony with the natural world and our fellow humans. We need an economy based on the resources, not money, because at this rate we will completely deplete the resources in sake of the monetary profit, but at that point the money will be worthless. We need to wake up!
Money pervades. It’s whose phone calls do you take. It’s who you see in the evenings. It’s who are your old friends. It’s every part of it, so that the rich and the powerful are incredibly well-represented, not just at the top in the White House but all the way through government in this town.
Prompt: You’re a work-for-hire girl - for the criminals and criminally rich. Your job is to threaten, steal from, frighten or hurt whoever you’ve been employed to - but your newest job involves a person you swore you’d never talk to again. Someone who brought you into this entire business - and tried to get you out. Someone who, should you accept this challenge, would open a Pandora’s box of disaster…(1 /2/3/4
5 /6) Scenario: AU, angst, miniseries Word Count: 3,560
Requested by @queen-of-all-the-fandoms: “Juuuuuleeees, I want an imagine with Winn’s super sarcastic and sassy S/O sassing J'onn. This is a thing I need in my life. Please and thanks! 💙”
A/N: Here is the final request on my list! Yay! Took me long enough lol. I made this so the reader is a hacker because I wanted a bit of backstory and my friend @thefangirlforlife gave me the idea to have the reader do some cool computer thing and do the joke. So thanks babe! <3 Any way I hope you guys like this. (I honestly feel like it’s trash lol)
You have been with Winn for a good while now. You know about his being Guardian, know about how Kara is Supergirl and Hank Henshaw is actually J’onn J’onzz aka The Martian Manhunter. The circumstances of how you met Winn weren’t the greatest. You’re a hacker or were a hacker, and for a while you didn’t use your abilities for the best purposes.
You didn’t use it for bad things, just not ‘legal’ things. You were sort of a cyber vigilante, taking down bad sites, transferring money out of corrupt businesses back to the people they scammed. Going by the hacker handle ‘ph03n1x’ which means phoenix.
Having made quite a name for yourself on the net. Though you set yourself up for failure when you heard about the DEO. A government organization all about Extra-terrestrial monitoring, you had to see this. Easily you broke through the firewalls, you’ve hacked the CIA before. This was child’s play for you. However upon getting in, your computer signalled you that there was a track happening. So, you shutdown your computer and left the DEO alone.
Little did you know the person on the other end got your location. A few hours later there was a knock on your door. Groaning you had answered it, seeing a guy with brown hair standing there. Kind of nerdy looking. He introduced himself as Winn Schott, the minute he said he was the one who tracked you, you pulled him into your apartment. He went on to explain that his superiors had no idea about any of this, that he had heard about your acts as ‘ph03n1x.’
He offered you a job to help in a good way. Though you weren’t interested, and escorted him out of your home. However, he began to drop by and check up on you. Make sure you weren’t getting into trouble. The relationship turned from him checking up on you, to friends, to more than friends.
Which brings you to where you are now. Walking into the DEO to get Winn for your one year anniversary. You may know of the other’s secrets but Winn never told them about your former hacking.
“Hey guys” You greeted while walking in. “Hey [F/n], congrats” James hugged you. Laughing you thanked him, “I know, who would’ve thought anyone could put up with him for a year.” You teased, knowing Winn was only a few feet away.
“I’m right here!” he called, raising his hand from in front of his computer. J’onn was standing beside him, in his Martian form. Walking behind the chair you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. “You ready?” whispered to him, joy in your tone.
“Yeah, just a sec. I have to get these coordinates for J’onn then I can leave” Winn answered, not looking away from the screen. Watching his cursor as he continued to fail to find the coordinates. “Agh! Why won’t it track?!” He yelled frustrated. “Focus Agent Schott” J’onn scolded, crossing his arms.
“Aw for the love of.” You rolled your eyes, seeing everything he was doing wrong and couldn’t help yourself. Standing up straight, while moving to the keyboard. Winn pulled his hands away as you worked your magic on the keyboard, having the coordinates they needed up in seconds. Turning to see them a bit shocked.
Even J’onn, you laughed before saying “What’s wrong J’onn? You look a bit green with envy.” Chuckling at your own joke. Winn gave you a worried look, did you just sass J’onn?! Do you want to die?!
After you exchanged a look with J’onn he began to laugh. You made J’onn laugh. Winn couldn’t believe his eyes, he’s only seen Alex do that. The other DEO agents were just as shocked.
“Good work [F/n], remind me to offer you a position here at the DEO after your anniversary.” He said before heading out to help Kara at this location. Winn was still sitting in his seat awestruck and staring at you. “Why are you staring?”
“I just, did you just sass J’onn, make him laugh, and then get a job offer?” his brows furrowed in confusion. “I did” you nodded before taking his hand and pulling him from his chair. “How?” Disbelief written all over his face as you made your way out of the DEO, making you laugh. “I’m just that good” you shrugged.