anonymous asked:

Drunk lady. SUPER drunk lady wearing sunglasses the whole time, came in with an ATT Go phone. She over and over said "you just have common sense." "It's like my day was so shitty then I met you, God, and you've helped me." "My husband went to prison and I need to call him. He's in prison." "I just need the phone to work." "God will fix my phone, won't you." "I went to a bar. And I took a shot. Then I went to a Catholic Church to pray and you know God, they were closed! You can't do that!"

Well that was a ride from beginning to end. O.o -Abby

Scared (Bucky x Reader)

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               (my days been rlly shitty so i thought i would take time out of my crappy day to write some cute stuff bc bucky is kinda my life if you couldn’t tell)

“Why are you avoiding me?” Bucky asked you, storming into your room and shutting the door. You looked at him innocently from your bed, pushing yourself up so you were leaning against your headboard. “Don’t play dumb with me, you’ve been avoiding me for a week.”

               You sighed, looking out the window instead of your angry best friend. You two had gone from non-stop texting, skyping, and hanging out to complete silence, all because of you. You couldn’t help but want space from the man, not knowing how to tell him. In all honesty, you felt like you were completely in love with him, and you knew that he wasn’t in any position to give out any love to anyone. “I just need space Bucky.”

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today i was having a really bad day.

someone who i thought was one of my best friends has been not talking to me and acting like they hate me because the other day i stood up for myself when they did something mean. in general, they’re not very nice to people and put others down and i hate to admit it, but i’ve let it slide. i hate that. i wish i had said something every damn time they were rude to someone without reason. so yeah, it was an absolutely crappy day.

then, one of my best friends who i love very very much drove almost 45 minutes to get to my house just to bring me chocolate covered popcorn and watch movies with me to make me feel better. this SIGNIFICANTLY improved my state of mind, but after she left i started to feel bad again and cried a lot (whatever kelsey’s an emotional wreck we all know that tho)

so this whole time i’ve been snapchatting this girl who i’ve known for a couple years, but never really hang out with or talk to outside of choir and theatre. she noticed i was crying and asked if i was ok, then texted me and asked if she could come by my house to bring me something. I was kinda confused but i was like “yeah sure come on over” and gave her my address.

ten minutes later the doorbell rings and i unlock it to see her standing there WITH HER BRAND NEW TINY KITTEN NAMED NOLA.

my day had been so shitty and i felt so worthless that this made me almost start crying. someone gave a shit enough to drive to my house and let me hold their kitten when i was feeling like nobody cared.

this probably seems stupid or like i’m making a big deal out of nothing, but if you take anything from this, please: be kind. be thoughtful. be caring. please.

I want to say something as being an almost permanent resident of the Calum’s lane
I know I said that I almost threw a girl in a pool because she insulted Michael but what I didn’t say is that I slapped her because she kept ranting on how much useless Calum is or that I didn’t let one of my classmates copy the English homework for a week for making a joke about him being adopted from China…
I fucking hate how people keep hating on him for no apparent reason like if you didn’t know he is extremely talented, he’s the first one who started songwriting, he learned how to play the bass in one day ‘cause they didn’t have anyone willing to play it for them, he may not speak a lot in interviews but there’s people who feel more comfortable not talking at all or talking a lot.
He is my personal favourite not because of his physical appearance(yeah he’s hot, hotter than you so what? Hes from Australia what were you expecting) but because he is a precious puppy that decided to risk everything with his best friends to follow his dreams and seeing him jumping around on stage playing his bass makes my day less shitty so don’t come and talk shit about him because I’m going to fist fight you, I may be 5'2"/3" but I can break your nose with one punch.

sorry for the rant

bluejaywaybae  asked:

Would you fight Roger Daltrey for a waffle?

It’s been 72 days since the last explosion and 72 days since I had been outside and seen another human being. I’m just a kid. I don’t know anything about nuclear radiation. How long do I wait until the dust settles and I can find the last survivors of my own human race?

I had been keeping safe in an old bomb shelter– well, it was my neighbour’s bomb shelter, but they’re twats, so when those sirens went off, I scrambled down there and locked them out. I wonder what ever happened to them. The undergound bunker had been made in the 1970′s and never used. Everything was perfectly preserved and sealed air tight prior to my arrival, and there wasn’t even a speck of dust to be found. So, for 72 glorious days, I relaxed like a bachelor in a velvet robe and slippers while the rest of humanity got atomic bombs dropped on them. I learned how to make a load of mixed drinks in the mean time with the fully stocked bar. There were history books, records, and Playboy magazines stocked up along with my canned raviolis and powdered milk, all dated from 1970, when the houses in my neighbourhood were built. So don’t blame me for not being eager to rush out and assess the damage. 

But after 72 days, the good food had started to run out. I was really in the mood for waffles, but they hadn’t invented frozen waffles when the bunker was built so I was out of luck. I fixed myself my daily glass of scotch, changed out of my robe and slippers, and braved myself for the outside world. I dressed in a nice jacket in case I saw anyone I knew, and wrapped a bandana around my face like I was a hot teen in a post apocalyptic movie. I opened the bunker doors for the first time in 72 days, and without any grasp of how nuclear radiation poisoning worked, I went outside.

When your world gets attacked by nuclear bombs, it really wipes things out. I was kind of pissed that all the nice outdoor patio furniture I bought got exploded. It took me forever to find a set that matched the siding of my house. And it was really dry so my lips got chapped, and I didn’t have any chapstick. So yeah, my day was going pretty shitty so far.

I wandered down to the neighbourhood grocery store just like the old days, pre-nuclear war. I didn’t see a single soul along the way, which sucked because I read a very interesting article in Playboy’s June 1969 issue and I wanted to talk to someone about it. Anyways, I got to the grocery store, which had been boarded up, and I had to rip the boards down with my bare hands which was really inconvenient. I wandered around the grocery store, deciding what else I wanted to eat in my bunker. 

“Hello? Can I get some damn service over here?” I yelled at the deli counter, but there was only a skeleton to listen to my cries for help. You just don’t get quality customer care like the old days anymore.

I wandered over to the freezer section, which was still up and running perfectly. Some other foods had rotten but the frozen shit lasts forever. I was humming Tainted Love by Soft Cell from their album Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret, but the 8 minute long extended version because it is so damn good. I was startled by a rustling out of the corner of my eye. I turned around, positive I had seen someone.

“Who’s there? Come on out, I want to share a story I read in Playboy’s June 1969 issue,” I called out. Slowly, from behind a display of fancy cheeses, an old gremlin man with a mane of curly blond hair emerged. He looked like he had been in a shipwreck cause his clothes were all torn up and shit.

“I….I haven’t seen another human being in 72 days….” the old guy croaked out in a hoarse English accent. 

“Okay, but like, about the article…” I started.

“I thought I was going to go insane. I’m so glad to learn there’s someone else who survived this tragedy…” he came closer to me and I got freaked out cause he smelled kinda weird. I guess when you’re tumblr famous like me you have to get used to fans approaching you at the grocery store (shout out to my 14 followers love you all mwah :*)

“Do I know you? Can I just sign something so you’ll leave me alone?” I said. 

“My name is Roger,” he tried to make peace with me. “Roger Daltrey. I used to be in a band when I was young like you…”

“Roger Daltrey? That name rings a bell,” I pondered aloud. “Say, if you’re British and you used to be in a band, why the hell are you in the suburbs of the Greater Toronto Area (or the GTA for short)?”

“I’ve searched all the grocery stores from sea to shining sea,” the bastard ignored my question and started rambling on like a crazy person. God, old people, am I right? “I know I’m a dying man. But I’m holding on only so my final meal on this earth will be a generic store brand blueberry frozen waffle. It has been the only thing keeping me alive these horrible past few years….”

I stepped in front of the freezer door where the generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles were kept, blocking them from his sight. Those happened to be my favourite too. “Oh gosh, sorry mister, but I haven’t seen any of those in years. Try the Walmart on the other side of town.”

“But I literally just saw you block the generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles from me,” the old man croaked. 

“No, you must be mistaken, there aren’t any generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles here. Have a nice day.” I turned around, and just in case he wasn’t looking, I took the very last box of generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles and stuffed it under my shirt. 

“What the hell? I saw those first, they’re mine,” he cried out. “Come on, let’s at least share them.”

“No thank you,” I said politely, because my mother didn’t raise me in a fucking barn. I tried to walk away but he blocked me, suddenly seeming rabid.

“Give me the generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles,” he growled at me.

“No, I won’t. Get your own generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles,” I yelled at him. 

“I’m trying to get my own generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles but you’re hoarding the last box,” he started to cry.

“I want the damn box of generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles to myself, get out of my face,” I tried to bypass him one last time but he blocked me.

“Fine, thumb wrestle me, and the winner gets the box of generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles,” he convinced me, so I put the box of generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles to the side and grabbed his hand. He called out the numbers and we fought. He played dirty, going right for the knuckle and holding down. But I have a mean older sister, so I know all the tricks in the book. I twisted his wrist and went right for the thumbnail, pushing down so hard I heard a crack in his old man thumb.

“What the hell, man?” the old man started crying.

“Sucks to suck, bitch,” I went to pick up my box of generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles but he snatched them from me! As he started running away, I sassily walked over to the other section of freezers and got a frozen turkey out and threw it at his head. His brain exploded everywhere. I walked over to retrieve my prize and then I realized I had gotten the last box of generic store brand cinnamon frozen waffles instead of generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles! Gosh, I’m so clueless sometimes. :P I went back to the freezer to get a box of generic store brand blueberry frozen waffles when my body seized up, and I promptly died of radiation poisoning. In my last waking moments as I gasped for air on the cold linoleum grocery store floor, I suddenly recognized the man I had fought. Roger Daltrey was the guy from Led Zeppelin, right?

anonymous asked:

hey mitch just wanted to let you know I fucking love your work. I see all the time and effort you put into making your music and keeping all your fans happy and I just wanted to tell you that you're pretty amazing for doing that. keep up the great work and I hope you have an amazing day. oh and I love the new ep.

what the heck what an incredibly nice message, thank you so much. my day was so busy and kinda shitty but reading stuff like this at the end of it is a really neat part of my life

anonymous asked:

Do you think it was He Tian's first kiss with Mo?

i can’t really give you a definitive reply on this, anon, because tbh i’ve been changing my mind on this daily since the kiss happened!!

i LOVE the idea of that being he tian’s first kiss, not only because the idea of them being each other’s first kiss is very romantic, but also because it would just be hilarious to me?? like, everyone thinks of he tian as this cool and mature guy who has already had lots of experience, so i really enjoy the idea of him secretly being a huge dork who has no idea how to let his crush know that he has feelings for them and who never kissed anyone and tried to learn how to do it by searching stuff on the internet and practicing with his hand, just to then fuck everything up by shoving his tongue down guan shan’s throat on impulse

of course this probably doesn’t fit he tian’s character very well (though i do believe that he is a huge dork and no one can convince me otherwise), and him saying stuff like ‘don’t tell me you’ve never kissed anyone’ and ‘a kiss won’t kill you’ make me think that he did kiss someone before. i mean, it’s not a sure thing, because that could have also been he tian putting on his usual mask to cover the fact that ‘oh, you never kissed anyone? shit, me neither’, but as of now im leaning more towards guan shan not being his first kiss

at the same time, though, even if that wasn’t his first kiss, i definitely believe that he hasn’t kissed an endless list of people like some believe?? i mean, he is still a 15 years old kid, and personally i don’t see him as the type of character who goes around kissing people and breaking hearts (i actually think he is extremely faithful tbh). my personal headcanon on this is that he probably kissed a girl and a boy before to be sure of his sexuality, but they didn’t mean anything and he never had a relationship with someone, or even wanted one, until guan shan came along: maybe guan shan wasn’t his first kiss, but it’s the definitely the first one that matters, and i also love the idea of he tian wanting to be guan shan’s first kiss so badly that he ended up kissing him without really meaning to

so, yeah, i really like both versions!! i think we don’t have certain proofs for one or the other, so anyone can imagine what they prefer, at least for now!! sorry if this wasn’t very helpful, but i’d love to know which version you prefer if you want!!

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