my neighbored

I’ve lived in this house for 6 years and still don’t know any of my neighbors names

Jake and Amy have a housewarming party, Rosa is stressed, and Ben Wyatt is quoted.

It was the second time in less than three months that Rosa Diaz has found herself in the waiting room of a hospital, and frankly, she was getting quite tired of it.

(Granted, this time she wasn’t there because one of her best friends and possibly the love of her life was just hit by a goddamn bus and was barely holding on, but that didn’t make this trip any more pleasant.)

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  • Mark: Okay, so my neighbors officially hate me.
  • Sebastian: Why?
  • Mark: Well, me, Jenson and Fernando were having a bonfire in the backyard, and we were making s'mores and all... and suddenly we hear sirens, and see a firetruck turn into the street in front of us.
  • Mark: So we all went running to see what was up, and our neighbor's house was on fire!
  • Sebastian: Oh shit!
  • Mark: Yeah, and when we got there, the wife was crying into her husbands arms, and we were just kinda standing there, and then she saw us, and then like for 10 seconds, gave us the dirtiest look ever
  • Mark: Turns out, we were still holding our sticks with marshmallows on it, watching the fire....
  • Mark: Talk about bad timing...

prompt: “you’re my neighbor and your grandparents are coming to visit and you’ve apparently been feeding them a lie about how you’re dating me to get them off your case so could i please be your pretend date for like two days you will pay me in concert tickets and mac and cheese” au


From now on, Yato would pay someone else to make his decisions for him, because clearly–clearly–he was incapable of making them himself. Hiyori turned her eyes toward him in panic. He was floundering badly.

Scratch that, he was sinking.

“So,” said Hiyori’s grandmother slowly. She was a very tidy-looking woman who, Yato had no doubt, could snap his spine over her knee without breaking a sweat. “How long have you and Hiyori been involved?”

Yato swallowed.

“A year,” he said, at the exact same time Hiyori said, “Two weeks.”

Grandmother Iki’s eyebrows broke the sound barrier as they sped toward her hairline.

“He’s been…trying to get me to go on a date with him for a year,” Hiyori said. Yato heard her grinding her teeth together. “But it’s only been official for two weeks.”

“She’s right,” he squeaked. “Hard to pin down, this one.”

He slid an arm around Hiyori’s waist, and she cuddled up to him obligingly. There was a curious ringing in his ears that Yato couldn’t place, and he completely missed the question Hiyori’s grandfather had asked him.

“Yato,” Hiyori hissed. “What do you do? For work?”

“Oh!” Yato knew the answer to this one. “I do…” He caught Hiyori’s eye again, and felt his skin shrink into his bones from her ferocious stare.


This time, it was three sets of Iki eyebrows that rose incredulously.

“Doesn’t seem like your type,” Grandmother Iki stage-whispered to Hiyori.


“What?” her grandmother shrugged. “He doesn’t!”

Hiyori’s cheeks were as red as plums. She turned to Yato, taking both his shoulders in a firm grip.


“I don’t have a type,” she growled. Then she rose on her tiptoes and smashed her lips on to his.

Yato had imagined himself kissing Hiyori Iki more times than he would care to admit, but none of them involved her speechless grandparents as onlookers. In his imagination, there had been more buildup, more sweet talk, and definitely more rose petals.

Hiyori detached herself to triumphantly face her grandparents, leaving Yato to blink slowly, and to assemble his face into an expression of slightly less dizzy euphoria. Grandmother Iki was pursing her lips in distaste, while her husband was hiding his chuckles behind his hand.

“Best of luck to you kids,” he said, taking his wife’s arm and steering her gently toward the exit.

Favorite PoPS Images.

You can really see my horror interests bleeding through in some of the Jonas’s head sequence. Two rented coffins. Carried up a narrow flight of stairs into our home. Repositioned, recolored, and composited to become the field of coffins.

When we were putting these back in my van, a neighbor stopped their car in the middle of the street and rolled down the window. We all froze there, coffin half loaded into the van.

“That’s a coffin,” she said.

“Yep,” I said.

“That’s fantastic!” she said, gave us an enthusiastic thumbs up, and on she drove.


6 mile Sunday

My youngest son Jack and I road tripped to KC to hang with Tiff and her son. The boys had a lot of fun at Dave and Busters and then took them to the local bar to play some pool, air hockey, and darts. We’re good parents like that :)

Got home, laundry, lifted, and ran 6 miles. Was really surprised at my pace, and I’ll take it :)

My oldest son Max is heading to Mexico with my neighbors and his son…he’s totally stoked. . I am taking them to the airport at 4:30 AM….so that’ll be a blast 😐 (I am not stoked).


Mandeha Ody Zaho.
Leaving one home for the next.

Today I had my last goodbyes in Tsarasambo. Leaving the place I’ve called home for two years fills me with overwhelming emotions. These last few weeks have been strange and difficult.

This morning after a sad pre-departure talk with my best friend and neighbor, Zoly, I returned to my house to pull myself together. Moments later, she was yelling “Janna! Janna! Misy bibi hafahafa, tokony maka tsary!” (“Jenna, there is a weird animal, you should take a picture”). I was expecting a giant centipede or maybe a chameleon, but as I rounded her house, I saw a tiny Mouse Lemur hopping around in her hibiscus bushes! Due to deforestation, lemurs can normally only be found in protected reserves. I had NEVER seen a lemur in the wild anywhere near where I’ve been living!

I chased the little guy around for a few moments in euphoria as the kids and my neighbors giggled with excitement. Finally he slowed down to stare at me and pose for a few photos in a tree.

It was definitely a hard day, saying “veloma” (“goodbye”) and “tsy miverina intsony” (“I won’t be back anytime soon”) over and over, but I’m gonna take the lemur sighting as a good omen. You couldn’t write a more cliché ending to my Madagascar/Tsarasambo story even if you tried.

I’ve loved my time in Tsarasambo despite the rollercoaster ups and downs of the experience. The love I share with my neighbors and community has made it a beautiful and peaceful home and I will carry so much of it with me forever. Misoatra indrindra ary mirary soa Tsarasambo! 💗

highlights of my day
  • i ate ¾ of a pizza
  • my cat was sitting on my chest and farted in my face
  • i put my bra on backwards. not inside out. i put it on like you would put on a coat
  • i got mud on my favorite shirt because i went outside to pet my neighbors dog
  • one of my posts on a sideblog has gotten really big even though its just steaming garbage
  • i forgot my viola for a solo i had to play in my friends church

anonymous asked:

i know an ancap irl and he sits behind me in class, and whenever he tries to talk to me i either pretend i dont hear him, or ask my neighbor "wheres that sound coming from"

Print out the anti propertarian sections of the anarchist FAQ and leave them on his seat to sow the seeds of doubt in him

anonymous asked:

I thought you might be the one to ask since you know a thing or two about NH deco... ;) But I've always had a problem with the Maxis breadfruit tree's mesh exploding in NH view. I can see them exploded on my neighbors' lots too while I'm on a lot. I was wondering if you knew of a way to fix it, or knew if anyone else had already fixed it somewhere?

Oh, it must be some kind of LOD problem. I’m not a good specialist in this area, I’m afraid.
But I like this tree too! Though never had any breadfruit tree explosions in my game. Yet, huh.

My neighbor got me going to the gym at 5am in the morning because he wants me to be more healthy and fit and find more reasons to fall in love with me when honestly i just wanna be a lazy ass educated student like i always am and sleep. Studying is my workout. I sit up in bed thats one sit up a day thats 365 sit ups im doing yearly , i cardio to my bathroom and to my fridge daily that enough for the day can i just sleep 😂


Sorry to break the fun
Just witnessed domestic violence at my neighbors. Child involved.
Cops called but the man knows I was involved and now I’m scared for my safety.
Might not post in a bit. I’ll try to.
Love showing my body to you all.
And talking nasty.

☁️ i’m going to go for a short walk in a little bit; it is so gorgeous outside since the rain has kissed the earth! i think i’ll take some pictures of my neighbor’s blooming flowers for you all, then come back and make either air or earth witch playlists 😌☁️

I was all excited when my neighbor said she didn’t hear Dusty screaming today… until I opened the door and Dusty was standing right there. He broke out of his crate and got a hold of stuff in the kitchen. Also rubbed his nose raw trying to get out of his crate.

Idk what else to do. we had a good walk where we worked on commands, then I fed him and gave him 2 packets of Zen. I know Zen works better on an empty stomach but I don’t think it’s good for him to only get fed once a day. maybe I have to do that.