not a single minute to waste

100 questions to invade my personal life
  • 1. What's your middle name, and do you like it?
  • 2. are you artistic?
  • 3. Have you had your first kiss?
  • 4. What is your life goal?
  • 5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person?
  • 6. Do you play any sports?
  • 7. What's your worst fear?
  • 8. Who's your biggest inspiration?
  • 9. Do you have any cool talents?
  • 10. are you a morning person?
  • 11. How do you feel about pet names?
  • 12. Do you like to read?
  • 13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life.
  • 14. Do you care about your follower count?
  • 15. What's the best dream you've had?
  • 16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender?
  • 17. Do you have any pets?
  • 18. Are you religious?
  • 19. Are you a people person?
  • 20. Are you considered popular?
  • 21. What is one of your bad habits?
  • 22. What's something that makes you feel vulnerable
  • 23. What would you name your children?
  • 24. Who's your celebrity crush?
  • 25. What's your best subject?
  • 26. Dogs or cats?
  • 27. most used social media besides tumblr?
  • 28. best friends name
  • 29. who does your main family consist of
  • 30. Chocolate or sugar
  • 31. have you ever been on a date?
  • 32. Do you like rollercosters?
  • 33. Can you swim?
  • 34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse?
  • 35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder
  • 36. Are your parents together?
  • 37. What's your favourite colour?
  • 38. What country are you from/do you live in?
  • 39. Favourite singer?
  • 40. Do you see yourself being famous some day?
  • 41. Do you like dresses?
  • 42. Favourite song right now?
  • 43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
  • 44. How old were you when you first got your period?
  • 45. Have you ever shot a gun?
  • 46. Have you ever done yoga?
  • 47. Are you a horror girl?
  • 48. Are you good at giving advice?
  • 49. Tell us a story about your childhood.
  • 50. How are you doing today?
  • 51. Were you a cute kid?
  • 52. Can you dance?
  • 53. Is there anything you do that you can't remember ever not doing?
  • 54. Have you ever dyed your hair?
  • 55. What colour are your eyes?
  • 56. What's your favourite animal?
  • 57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself?
  • 58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
  • 59. Do you have good friends?
  • 60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group?
  • 61. What's your favourite class?
  • 62. List all the tv shows you are watching.
  • 63. Are you organized?
  • 64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion?
  • 67. Which tv character do you relate to most?
  • 68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness?
  • 69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?
  • 70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?
  • 71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?
  • 72. If you could start over, what would you do differently?
  • 73. Would you break the law to save a loved one?
  • 74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new?
  • 75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?
  • 76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?
  • 77. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
  • 78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?
  • 79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?
  • 80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence
  • 81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?
  • 82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?
  • 83. How would you spend a billion dollars?
  • 84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?
  • 85. What motivates you to succeed?
  • 86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most?
  • 87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why?
  • 88. Do you believe in life after death
  • 89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they?
  • 90. What’s your fondest childhood memory?
  • 91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why?
  • 92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy?
  • 93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life?
  • 94. What do you think happens after we die?
  • 95. What would you do if you would be invisible?
  • 96. What's something you can't do no matter how hard you try?
  • 97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring?
  • 98. How did your first crush develop?
  • 99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it?
  • 100. Do you live or do you just exist?
deep get to know you questions

1. What’s one thing you would like to change about yourself? 

2. Are you religious? If yes, what is your religion? 

3. What was the best phase in your life? What was the worst phase in your life? 

4. Are you the person you thought you’d be when you were little? 

5. Who is one person you would talk to about anything? 

6. Have you ever lost someone close to you? 

7. Have you every had your heart broken? Have you ever broken someone else’s heart? 

8. Do you believe in second chances? 

9. What is one thing that people always misunderstand about you? 

10. What is your biggest regret in life? 

11. What things are standing between you and complete happiness? 

12. If you lost everything important to you tomorrow, whose arms would you run to in order to make everything okay again? 

13. Does the most important person in your life know how much they mean to you? 

14. If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say to everybody? 

15. If you were going to die tomorrow, what would you spend today doing? 

16. How would you describe yourself in 5 words? 

17. What opportunities have you not taken that you regretted not taking? 

18. What would you do differently if you knew that no one would judge you? 

19. If you could ask one person a single question and they had to answer 100% truthfully, who would you ask and what would you ask them? 

20. If you could start your life over, what would you do differently? 

21. Are you currently holding on to something that you need to let go of? If yes, what’s stopping you from letting go? 

22. Are you living or just existing? How do you know? 

23. What was the last thing you did that was really worth remembering? 

24. What do you want most out of life? 

25. If you had one year left to live, what would you want to do in the next 12 months? 

26. If you could get one wish to come true, what would that wish be? 

27. When you think of home, what comes to mind? 

28. What scares you the most? 

29. What is your greatest strength? What is your greatest weakness? 

30. What did life teach you yesterday? 

31. What have you done in the past week to make someone’s life better? 

32. What makes you special? 

33. What was a time that you did not speak but you should have? 

34. Describe what you want the next five years of you life to be like in a single sentence. 

35. If you knew when and where and how you were going to die, would you life be better or worse? 

36. What would life look like for you if you never wasted another minute of it? 

37. Do you consider yourself to be the hero or the villain of you story? 

38. How much do you love yourself? 

39. What or who have you given up on? 

40. Who are you really? Deep down, who are you really? 

cinderdrilla  asked:

hit me up w/ some voltron goodness 8)

Lance puts his foot down, and Shiro/Slav have a long overdue talk.

Shiro never figured Lance for the snapping type. They all had their moments, under the constant stress of intergalactic rebellion, but Lance kept a reasonably calm lid on it – his self-titled “rivalry” with Keith aside. Looking at him now, there is only surprise at the way he’s holding himself, the set of his expression: Lance looks both nervous and pissed off.

‘Keith – could you give us a minute?’ he says, in a deliberately calm voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Keith hesitate, as if reading the tenseness of the situation and worrying that it might get out of hand. ‘Now, Keith. Go check on Slav’s sector.’

Reluctantly, and with a suspicious look at them both, Keith exits. Lance looks even more nervous when he does. More so when silence settles on them, and he raises a brow at Lance. Well? says the look, say what you have to.

‘I just… you’re way too hard on him,’ Lance repeats, a far cry from the irritated way he’d snapped Can’t you just cut Slav some slack? ‘He’s trying to help, Shiro. I-it’s not… he doesn’t mean to annoy you. It’s just how he… is.’

‘Excuse me?’ His previous calm turns to surprise. He keeps his voice low, not meaning to menace – but Lance scowls a little deeper, mistaking it for nonchalance.
Don’t, Shiro. You sound just like Iverson when you do that, a-and he was an ass,’ Lance says, voice rising only in pitch. Angry and nervous, like a cornered cat. Shiro takes a small step back to give him breathing room, but Lance stays tense. ‘Slav only wants to help. You treating him like a nuisance isn’t – it’s not fair, okay. He can’t help being jumpy; he was a prisoner for ages –’

It takes a second or two for that to sink in. When Shiro goes quiet, when his stare goes vacant as he processes this, Lance steps forward, speech picking up momentum as he grew more defensive.

‘– and it’s not easy to adapt out here,’ there’s a note of hurt in his voice, and it hits Shiro more than the chastising. ‘Slav got taken from his people and thrown into a war just like we did. He’s handling it different. YOU handled it different, we all did. I thought you’d understand him because of it, since you both got tortured by the Galra.’

That’s almost an accusation, and now Shiro fully understands what has Lance so fired up, so recalcitrant. And that understanding brings with it a sense of guilt, especially with the way Lance had said I THOUGHT you’d understand.

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Sweet Valentine // Spencer Reid x Reader

“That’s sickening,” you commented with a grin as a bouquet of flowers was delivered to JJ right in front of you. She chuckled, aware of the fact you were joking and simply waved the comment away.

“Will is just sweet,” she replied. Your grin grew bigger at the fact JJ couldn’t hide the growing blush on her cheeks. She and Will had been together for a while now and yet he always seemed to find a way to fluster her. Watching JJ receive little gifts was something the whole office had come to enjoy.

“You’re just mad cause you don’t have a date lil mama,” Morgan commented with a smile. You scoffed as you swiveled your chair around in order to face him.

“I don’t need a date. I have Emily and Reid this year,” you replied with a smug smirk. The three of you were the singles of the group and after much convincing, you’d managed to have them agree to an anti-valentine’s day.

“About that…” Emily replied guiltily.

“Emily! Did you seriously get a date at the last minute?? What happened to all of us agreeing to boycott Valentine’s Day by spending it getting drunk together?!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“Okay one- we did not agree to boycott. We only agreed to spend the day together since none of us had dates, and two-the drinking thing was your idea. Not that I wouldn’t mind getting completely wasted although I do worry about Reid if you continue that plan,” she laughed. “Sorry babe, I got asked out and I just couldn’t say no.”

“Looks like it’s just you and Reid now,” JJ replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at the gesture, knowing well that she always pictured the two of you together. You couldn’t deny the fact you’d developed some feelings for the man, but expecting Spencer to make a move was like waiting for rain in a drought. It wasn’t likely to happen any time soon.

“I guess I’ll have to let him know it’s just the two of us,” you replied as you shot Emily a look through narrowed eyes. She smiled brightly, her eyes shining with mischief.

“I already let him know last night,” she replied.


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anonymous asked:

so,to get this straight,why do you think they filmed seperately? how is that evident by the scene? what did they have to gain from it? i dont get it

OKAY nonny, let’s see if I can explain this using my admittedly very limited knowledge of the film-making process.

Say you want to fill 9 min of air time, with dialogue broken down about equally between 3 characters. So around 3 min each. When Real TPTB are making Real Episodes, the three actors would be there together, interacting, reacting, together they make magic, etc. etc. Look at literally any other episode, you can see the effort and the care that they take to stage shots so that as many people are in the shot as possible. The one that always comes to mind is when everyone scolds Mycroft for shouting at Mrs. Hudson at once, but there’s oodles more in every episode. That’s what makes it feel like they’re all there together, that’s what makes it feel real, that’s what makes the show so great.

So in Real Setlock Land, that means 3 actors all working for however long it takes to make 9 minutes of show. One guy flubs one line, all three shoot another take together. One guy doesn’t have a line for a solid 2 minute chunk of those 9 minutes? Doesn’t matter, he’s still there in the shot, silently acting his lil butt off. Want a long, continuous shot over a particular chunk of that conversation? Everybody had better know their lines damn well, because that’s a lot of man-hours to reshoot and exponentially more opportunities and people to muck it up.

But say we’re not in Real Setlock Land. Say we’re in Fucky Setlock Land. Say for some reason you were pressed for time. Let’s just say, completely hypothetically, you had a full calendar of primary shooting responsibilities to prepare for, but you also had to produce a low-rent slasher film using just your nights, weekends, and lunchbreaks. How would you produce 11 and a half minutes of some semblance of a scene with only the bare requirement that your physical form be physically on a set speaking physical words to a camera?

The scene in 221b looks cheap and bad because it is cheap and bad, precisely because it’s A LOT easier to produce. Ben and Martin are the main limiting resources here, so the first corner to cut right out the gate: they don’t need to film together! Now, any day that Ben is off standing in the middle of the road or Martin is being sad at the Watson flat, the other one can be filming on the 221b set with Director Mark and the B Team. Efficiency #1, simple.

Once you make that decision though, you realize that the way you’re going to have to shoot the scene - cutting from face to face as people say their lines, as to not show the empty room - gives you a lot more incidental efficiencies. Like for instance, now Ben doesn’t actually have to sit there patiently waiting for Mark to recite The History of Eurus if the camera is going to be on Mark that whole time (spoiler: it was). Suddenly, Ben’s 3-minute share of talking becomes 3 minutes of show to make total, consisting of 100% Ben’s lines and 100% Ben’s face. The most efficient and painless way to waste an Oscar-nominated actor’s time filming a low-rent slasher movie possible.

It also means there’s no long scenes or monologues for anyone (Ben) to memorize. Cutting away between every single line means he can reshoot a single line at a time, even sit there and memorize a line at a time if he wanted. Of course the greatest actors of our day don’t bat an eye at a few extra lines to learn, but, just assuming here that they have been double-booked for over a month, hypothetically producing at the same time the greatest love story every put to film, it doesn’t hurt that the stakes here become astronomically low with this production method.

Another corner they cut? They never move. They never move. Easier to keep track of where your imaginary conversation partner is if they aren’t moving, easier to pick camera angles that will reliably conceal the fact that there’s no one else in the room if they aren’t moving.

Anyway, did I answer your question? tl;dr: fake fake fake fake just my analysis

None of yall are “too busy” every single day to give someone at least 2 minutes of your time. Stop the excuses, and admit you don’t care for the person so you wont waste their time.

So I saw a post about how James Potter would never grow old and had an overwhelming feeling of “FIGHT ME”, and then I realized that the fandom never talks about what it would be like if he grew old, they just say they’re sad he didn’t…so here are elderly James Potter headcanons.

  • He’s super, super vivacious. It’s like he never ages except he clearly does because hair is gray and he has a cane and has some back problems. But he never loses his zest for life.
  • He goes to equality protests with the rest of the Marauders (which DOES include Lily) all the time, and tells the leaders that “he’ll hit anyone with a cane”.
  • Which he would, because he has
  • He fantasized about getting a sword installed in the cane. He once spent twenty minutes looking up places to do that, only to have Lily confront him later with a “please get me a sword, too”
  • So he did, and sometimes they do battles in the front yard until something happens to someone’s back.
  • James is that old guy that goes to quidditch matches all the time. The Chudley Cannons are in town? Whup, let’s go. He has this thing where he screams at the teams and waves his cane and the players never mind because it’s just like “it’s that Potter fellow again”
  • Whenever he sees teams, he’ll make them sign two things: his apparel for them and a shirt that he will intentionally buy the week before and keep the receipt so he can prove he saw them recently. 
  • He and Sirius have a thing where they’re in contest for “coolest grandparents”, and he wants to prove that he really is the coolest by having a shirt he bought “last week, my clone, see?
  • He always calls James his clone because the two of them find it hilarious, and then he asks James about the Marauders and James will tell him stories
  • He has inside jokes with all his grandkids.
  • Him and Lily Luna have a contest to see who can unintentionally wreck the Potters’ front yard the most because they both kill every growing thing (but they try!), so whenever he greets her, he says, “wreck any yards recently?”
  • Albus Severus is almost done memorizing the key sections of Hogwarts: A History so James and Albus have battles with memorized sections of Hogwarts: A History against Quidditch Through the Ages. They always have some joking talk about it when Albus arrives so they can both get their game up.
  • They like to do weird accents as they do them, as well.
  • Harry records all of these and sends them to Hermione and Ron because “hey look, Hermione, someone’s actually reading Hogwarts: A History
  • James’ messy hair never balds, it only goes gray. 
  • Although he HAS suggested to Lily that he follow in his father’s footsteps an make a magical hair dye: one for Lily and him to share, because she’s graying too. It’s very visible since she almost never puts her hair up.
  • She laughs and says she’d rather him share with Sirius.
  • The people at the Muggle grocery store love him, because he sits there and tells all his wizarding stories for hours and no one can tell if he’s serious or not, but he’s such a good storyteller that it doesn’t matter.
  • Whenever Harry and his kids come over he tries to help Lily bake something. It always turns out to be a disaster, but it always means he has a new story to tell them.
  • He gives the grandkids gifts every time they visit. The real question is who will get a prank gift and who gets a real gift. 
  • He does a similar thing with candy dishes by filling all of them with Bertie Botts. 
  • He still rides out on his broom whenever he can.
  • He has an old leather recliner. Because yes, of course he does.
  • The Marauders meet up every week. They talk and they do projects and basically are an entourage at this point.
  • Remus decided to grow a beard, which ends up looking like a few silly little wisps on his chin that bother all of them. Peter one day comments about how easy it would be to get rid of it in his sleep and so Sirius and James create a plan to hack it off
  • (a plan that never works, because Lily tells him the next day and Remus decides to cut it off before Sirius and James can)
  • James and Lily talk every single night and spend time together every single day. They never, ever run out of things to talk about.
  • They have a chore rotation.
  • Every night, before they go to sleep, he makes tea for Lily and himself (she likes chamomile with honey, his favorite changes every week). It’s the one thing he can cook besides Indian food, they food he grew up with, without entirely messing it up.
  • He goes to sleep at nine thirty so he can get sleep and have a great day tomorrow, too, because he learned that you CAN be too tired to enjoy life, and he doesn’t want to waste a minute of it.
  • He focuses a lot on experiences and friendships and relationships now, and he feels so lucky to be surrounded by so many amazing people that he loves, especially after the war.
  • He went to treatment for PTSD after it was over. Harry had to, too, but there are nights when Harry wakes up screaming and James and Lily are there to comfort him and calm him down because they know what it’s like and they love him more than anything else in the world.
  • James Potter lives a beautiful life as an older man and no one can tell me otherwise.
In This Life or The Next

Pairing: Cassian x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sexual content

Words: 3K 

You couldn’t sleep.

After hours of staring up into the darkness of your private sleeping quarters, you let out a frustrated sigh and climbed out of bed, deciding that perhaps it was for the best if you just gave up on sleep altogether. You pulled on a warm wool coat over your sleeping tunic and then slipped your feet into your worn, black leather boots before leaving your quarters and heading down to the cantina. Although it was always kept open late to serve those who worked the dreadful evening shift on base, a majority of the cantina’s customers at this hour were actually off duty officers, pilots, and mechanics who had come out in search of a good time after a stressful day on the clock. The louder, more rowdier patrons were sitting close  to the main bar where the enormous, reptilian creature behind the counter could quickly and easily refill their empty glasses. Others gathered around large tables and played card and board games, gambling away their credits like they weren’t so difficult to earn. 

“Hey! Sweetheart!” Someone drunkenly called out to you. “Come join the fun!”

Keeping your head down, you walked towards a table nestled in a less crowded corner of the cantina and sat down. Another reptilian creature, one quite smaller than the bartender and female, came over and took your order for a tall, frosted, glass of dark amber brew. As soon as she had brought it out to you, you quickly chugged it down and then ordered another one. You normally weren’t much of a drinker, but you currently had a lot on your mind and you hoped that the alcohol would help take some of the edge off. So far, it wasn’t working. You didn’t know how many of these drinks it was going to take for you to forget the fact that you were probably going to die tomorrow. 

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Wrong Place, Right Time.

Request from anon: Hey. Love your writing. Can I request a fic where Reader sleeps naked. Bucky’s so exhausted after a mission he barely can keep his eyes open and doesn’t realize he’s off by a floor, quickly showers, and collapses into bed. Next morning Bucky wakes up with no way to leave the bed without waking Reader. Both of them are mortified when they realize what’s happened but eventually it leads to them revealing they’ve had feelings for each other for a long time. (Smut or fluff, but preferably both). <3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,456

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW, unprotected sex…..anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been the fifth mission in as many days for The Avengers and they were all exhausted; Bucky more so given that he was still having a daily fight with the memories that taunted him 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and so as they all headed to their respective living quarters he attempted to do the same. A feat of which was made more difficult by the fact that it was becoming increasingly harder to keep his eyes open. 

One by one each of the team left the lift and soon enough he was the only one left to reach his room. He turned his attention to the buttons on the panel at the side of the doors – his vision wasn’t exactly his best friend at the moment though so the buttons that would usually be so clear were now completely out of focus for the tired soldier.

The only option he had if he wanted to get any form of sleep tonight was to go on memory and press the one he was sure he usually did.

By the time the lift doors opened he was particularly asleep. His aching body all but fell on the floor as he stumbled over to what he believed to be his room.

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❝ I fell in love with you. ❞

Plot: Tsundere!Yoongi that, suddenly, falls in love with you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romantic, Fluffy ending. 

Words count: 1,3k+

For Anon, I hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Trying to do the make up on Jimin is one of the hardest things ever. First; he never stays idle for more than five minutes. Second, his eyes have a strange shape, very closed eyelids and you cuss mentally every time you see a different shade on both of his eyes.

“JIMIN!”

“SORRY NOONA!”

Yoongi’s laugh fills the air and you throw at him your killer gaze, returning to focus on Jimin’s face. They must be ready in 20 minutes and Yoongi still refuses to get the make up. You hate him, you haven’t ever stand him and his behaviours.  

You haven’t stand him because, MAYBE, when you just reached Big Hit you had a crush on him, but Yoongi had decided to break up any hope of yours, making you understand that HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU.

“Y/N, maybe you should change jobs.”

“Maybe you should go to hell.”

“Ouch.” He replies, hiding behind his smile an incredible fun.

Jimin smiles displeased at you and you smile back, being able to finish your job, satisfied with yourself. You give him a slight pat on his shoulder, turning and face, with killer look, towards your ultimate goal. Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi who’s having fun playing with his phone, snubbing you completely.

Like every day, every week, every month of the last two years of your life.

                                      ___

Seokjin is yelling in desperation, you’ve just beaten him at his favorite game, while you’re laughing at him with Taehyung and Hoseok. They’re friends before people for whom, indirectly, you work and they always treated you like one of the “family”.

Suddenly you feel a cold sensation behind your back and turning you find out that Yoongi has just spilled ice under your shirt, then winked at you and going to hide into in his room.

“YOONGI!” You scream getting up, pissed off, rushing to his door and began to knock violently. No one can treat you like this, let alone him.

“There’s nobody, bye!” He replys, making you upset me even more.

“Open!”

“Please, try again later!”

Namjoon opens the door and let you pass, so without hesitation you cast a shoe against Yoongi, that looks at you, completely shocked. You wink at him, a defiant gesture that “sexy” winking, leaving the room and slamming the door.

-This idiot - You think, back to sit on the couch, trying to shake off the feeling of annoyance that he was always able to provoke you.

                                    ___

“Do you put on weight?”

“As much as you’re dumber.”

“You know you shouldn’t talk to me like that? I work for Big Hit and I cou–”

“I work for Big Hit too. If I wanted too, I could turn you in for verbal harassment. ”

“I’m curious to see who wins.”

“I, Min Yoongi.”

“Try it.”

                                   ___


That day is worse than the others. Suffering from severe migraines has always had its drawbacks and you should be used to it, but you don’t. You are locked up in your room in the dark, trying to clear your mind when the doorbell rings twice.

With difficulty you get up out of bed and drag you to the door, only to groan when, opening it slightly, see the unpleasent Yoongi’s smirk in front of you.

“What do you want?”

“You weren’t at work.”

“You’re really good as Sherlock..” You talkin’ trying to lower your voice as you can.

“What’s the matter?”

“Anything that interests you. Have a nice day, Yoongi. ” You bow at him, closing the door into his face and turn to back on your way to get your sick ass into your comfortable bed.  

You let yourself fall onto the bed, without dwelling on what just happened. You don’t wonder why he was there and why, strangely, when he saw you he seemed mostly worried and not arrogant as his usual.

                                ___


The makes-up are ready on the table, you’re cleaning brushes and expect them to be there. They’re in for a long and heavy night, then you’ve got the layout to do a particular make up in order to have perfection.

“Y/N!!”

Joyful voices greet you and you greet them with a bright smile, completely ignoring Yoongi. You’re used to doing it, it’s the same treatment you receive from him.

You talk for a few minutes with your coworkers, “splitting” the boys and you’re going to start your work on Seokjin, when Yoongi sits on the chair, looking at you waiting.

“You’re with JunYa, get up.”

“I’m comfortable here.”

“Y/N, I got Seokjin!” Tells your partner excited, while you shake your head resigned and start to apply a coat of primer on his pale skin. Neither of both say a single words while you accurately transform his face.

“What a waste..” A whisper lets your lips and he raises an eyebrow, not understanding what you mean. “Forget it.”  

“I’m curious.”

“It doesn’t make any sense to do the make up, when you’re already good-looking without it.” You stammer out without look at him in the eyes, twist out and taking the brush for blending eye shadow, trying to stay calm.

“It’s me you’re talking about” He mumble shrugging and wrinkling his nose, into that expression of feigned astonishment that you saw him do many times.

You look up at the sky and give him a slap behind the neck, making him understand that his shift is over.

Could you, sooner or later, spend a day without the desire to kill him?

                                         ___

Your brother looks at you and you can see the concern on his face, you don’t sleep well for days because of work but it doesn’t make a big deal for you. You lay your face on his shoulder and together look at the photos of his last trip, when you wince at hearing a thump on the coffee table.

You raise your gaze only to see Yoongi, although much of his face was hidden by a black mask.

“We need to talk.” It was an order, his voice oddly cold.

You shrug your shoulders without understanding and strikes a kiss on your brother’s cheek, smiling because he’s completely shocked by the intrusion of the boy.

Your brothers shyly smile and you follow Yoongi out of the café, clutching into your jacket and trying to ignore the cold temperature of that day. You two walk for almost five minutes and you’re about to screw everything, when he tightens your wrist and takes you in a hidden alley.

“Yoongi what the heck?!?”

“Who is he?”

“Who?”

“That guy!”

Your eyes open wide as he lowers his mask and you just notice that he has shortness of breath, as if he was holding back from screaming or had just made a run.

“Yoongi… Why? ”

“Because… Because… ” He stutters and begins to look around, intentionally avoiding your eyes.

You lay your hand on his cheek, turned his face and watching him finally in the eyes. His are full of doubts and fears, you acknowledge those feelings because you often see them into yours, so you wait for him to say something while keeping your hand on his cheek.

“What’s up, Yoongi?”

“I fell in love with you.”

He’s straightforward and you instantly think of bad joke of his, but his look isn’t the usual. He doesn’t look at you with arrogance, not looking like you’re horrible, he doesn’t look at you like you’re invisible. He sees you and that awareness makes you tremble. 

“Yoongi…”

“Who is that guy? Please.. I need to know. If he’s your boyfriend, just pretend I didn’t say anything. ”

“If he is?”

“It would be a nice suck.” He admits, biting his bottom lip.

“If he isn’t?” You ask hiding, or rather trying, the fun to see him flounder in attempts to get out of that situation.

“I’d ask you to hang out.. Maybe you could give me a slap seen as I’ve been with you, I would deserve it, but I would still ask you a date until you say yes. ”

“He’s my brother.”

“He’s your bro–really?” He asks completely shocked, cupping your face in his hands and approaching dangerously to you, so you feel his breath brushing your lips.

“Really..”

“Yes or no?”

“What?”

“Will you go out with me?”

“Ye–No. You’re not going to win so easily, Min Yoongi. ”

100 Questions!

Thought these might be fun? Ask me some and I’ll try(I can’t promise) to get something up for you later!
these questions aren’t my own

1. What’s your middle name, and do you like it?
2. are you artistic?
3. Have you had your first kiss?
4. What is your life goal?
5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person?
6. Do you play any sports?
7. What’s your worst fear?
8. Who’s your biggest inspiration?
9. Do you have any cool talents?
10. are you a morning person?
11. How do you feel about pet names?
12. Do you like to read?
13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life.
14. Do you care about your follower count?
15. What’s the best dream you’ve had?
16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender?
17. Do you have any pets?
18. Are you religious?
19. Are you a people person?
20. Are you considered popular?
21. What is one of your bad habits?
22. What’s something that makes you feel vulnerable
23. What would you name your children?
24. Who’s your celebrity crush?
25. What’s your best subject?
26. Dogs or cats?
27. most used social media besides tumblr?
28. best friends name
29. who does your main family consist of
30. Chocolate or sugar
31. have you ever been on a date?
32. Do you like rollercosters?
33. Can you swim?
34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse?
35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder
36. Are your parents together?
37. What’s your favourite colour?
38. What country are you from/do you live in?
39. Favourite singer?
40. Do you see yourself being famous some day?
41. Do you like dresses?
42. Favourite song right now?
43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
44. How old were you when you first got your period?
45. Have you ever shot a gun?
46. Have you ever done yoga?
47. Are you a horror girl?
48. Are you good at giving advice?
49. Tell us a story about your childhood.
50. How are you doing today?
51. Were you a cute kid?
52. Can you dance?
53. Is there anything you do that you can’t remember ever not doing?
54. Have you ever dyed your hair?
55. What colour are your eyes?
56. What’s your favourite animal?
57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself?
58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
59. Do you have good friends?
60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group?
61. What’s your favourite class?
62. List all the tv shows you are watching.
63. Are you organized?
64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion?
67. Which tv character do you relate to most?
68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness?
69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?
70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?
71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?
72. If you could start over, what would you do differently?
73. Would you break the law to save a loved one?
74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new?
75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?
76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?
77. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?
79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?
80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence
81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?
82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?
83. How would you spend a billion dollars?
84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?
85. What motivates you to succeed?
86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most?
87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why?
88. Do you believe in life after death
89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they?
90. What’s your fondest childhood memory?
91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why?
92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy?
93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life?
94. What do you think happens after we die?
95. What would you do if you would be invisible?
96. What’s something you can’t do no matter how hard you try?
97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring?
98. How did your first crush develop?
99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it?
100. Do you live or do you just exist?

you can always tell a person is not a mercy main/understands little of actually playing her when they say “lulz wasting your ult on a single rez” like……listen ignorant person…. if keeping ME. THE HEALER. alive means rezzing a single person (THE ONLY TANK OR OTHERWISE) imma do it. like, the ignorance is astounding. i’ve saved my team defeats before cause we had one dead person on the point and i was able to rez them and kick us into overtime while the rest of the team respawned like……maybe play mercy a little longer than 3 minutes on mystery heroes before you start talking about things you dont actually know bye. 

They call me naïve. They ask why, why I believe in love with a woman I have never met, and why I chase after her if she’s so far away. They call me naïve, say I could have any girl I wanted. That I have a selection, a list to choose from, as if girls were some type of bargain shopping, some type of meat to pick from. They say girls come and go, that life goes on, that there will be more girls like her, more girls to erase the memory of her. They call me naïve, say I’m dumb for believing in a love story with her. They don’t understand that it wouldn’t matter if I had a millionaire woman, a model type woman, a giving-me-kisses-and-hugs-every-minute-of-the-day woman, a less stubborn, less stressed, less confusing woman. Call me naïve..but I want her and all her flaws, all her mood swings and “God, you’re so stubborn days.” They can call me naïve, say I’m wasting my time but they’ll never understand what she does to me. They’ll never understand that even though she’s 1,200 miles from me, she’s the closest to me that anyone has ever been. I’ve never been very talkative, yet one look from her makes me want to vomit every single thought I’ve ever had in my life; the good, the bad, and everything in between..because for once in my life, I know I’ll be speaking to someone that truly cares. And as cliche as it sounds, I never knew what real love was until I met her. It’s been a year since she came in my life, and I’ve only craved her more each and every day. I want her as she lays in my bed with my sweatpants on. I want her as she rests her head on my chest so she can inhale every last drop of my cologne. I want her as she tries to cook a meal, but fails because I interrupt her with random dancing, kisses, and food fights because she’s my best friend and I just can’t keep my hands off of her; so we’ll end up throwing the food away then driving to get carry out, while my hand rests on her perfect thighs while I’m driving. I want her because she loves nature and who doesn’t love a woman who isn’t afraid to join you and a group of friends on random Sunday morning hikes. I want her as she claims 75% of the bed, and leaves me inches from falling off. I want her and her constant mood swings, beer drinking, constant texting, and little fits. I want her 10 minute “hold me” cravings, just for her to push me off minutes later because she stressed out from school and feels like she’s suffocating. I want her drunken kisses and her 3 am “talking about life” conversations. I want her smeared makeup on my white t-shirts and her messy hair bun in my face every day of the week. They can call me naïve, but I swear I wouldn’t want any other woman. I want her as she declines drinks from random girls and guys at the bar, and I want her when her hands slowly make their way to my face as we kiss. I want her on nights when she puts on her cozy pjs or nights when she puts on her favorite outfit, ready for a wild night with her friends, while I sit at home and watch Netflix with our dogs. I want her scent on my car’s seatbelt, bed, or hoodies that she borrowed the night before. I would freeze in the cold to give her my last pair of socks, beanie, or jacket to wear. She could have my last crumb of bread if it meant she’d live an extra minute because I wouldn’t want to see a world without her. They can call me naïve but I promise you, I want no other, than her. They say, “nothing in life is certain, that the only thing promised in life is death.” Death is certain, and maybe a lot of things are meant to fall apart, meant to be temporary, but I know that one day I’ll die and she’ll still be the one I love, the one I’d give my life for, she’d still be my moon and sun, and that’s one thing I know for certain.

Blue eyes

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do a BuckyXReader where the reader has a dog and she talks about him all the time so Bucky gets confused and thinks its her boyfriend and he gets a little annoyed and Jealous because he likes the reader. Thanks!

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Tags; @sassy-and-classy-cowgirl  @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @fashun–deevah


- If you sigh another time I’m calling an ambulance 

The jesting voice of Sam starttles you making you look confused at your friend. 

- I’m not sighing - you protest and he raises an eyebrow amused

Okay, maybe you do, a little bit, but in your defense how could you not? Recently you have achieved one of your life goals: have a fluffly, beautiful, adorable puppy. You have been discussing with the owner of the apartament you are ocuping for the lasts months and finally, after the promise that you will pay if the dog breaks something, he had conceed you to have a puppy, and you couldn’t be more in love with it. He is the most precious thing you have seen in your life and half of your thoughs are about him recently, you can’t wait to arrive home and play with him.

- Then, you have problems breathing? - he mocks and Nat laughs besides him

- Leave the girl alone - she says - she can’t help it

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anonymous asked:

85 of the drabble thing!

85. It’s not what it looks like.


Rossi just ordered delivery, I don’t think he will be leaving anytime soon.

good thing that Tara just left to go get pick up then, huh?

I’ll be there in five minutes.

The response you received from Spencer came within 30 seconds of your reply, causing you to laugh at the eagerness one person could convey in a single text.

Attempting to keep the relationship you had with Spencer a secret was difficult on an average day, but now that you were away on a case and forced to further distance yourselves by sharing hotel rooms with other team members, it felt nearly impossible to remain inconspicuous. 

Always one to hold true to his word, Spencer was knocking on your hotel room door just five minutes later. Not wanting to waste any more time, you were quick to open the door and pull him in by the sleeve of his shirt before anyone could spot him.

“Well, hi,” Spencer breathily laughed as he helped closed the door behind him.

“Hi,” you smiled gleefully, running your hands up his chest until they came to rest on either side of his neck, “How’d you manage to sneak away from Rossi?”

“Told him I didn’t want pizza for the third night in a row and was going to go get something else to eat,” Spencer explained hastily, placing his hands on the lower of your back before leaning down to place a long awaited kiss against your lips.

“God, I’ve missed you,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling yourself melt into his touch. 

“I missed you too,” Spencer reluctantly pulled away from you, tucking one hand behind your head, “Are you sure that we won’t get caught?”

“Tara just left, we’ll have plenty of time until she gets back,” you grasped hold of his tie and gently tugged him backward with you until the backs of your legs hit your bed.

Hesitation still lingered in Spencer touch, but the lack of contact he had had with you over the past few days overpowered his worry of someone walking in on you.

In one swift movement, Spencer turned your bodies so he was the one against the edge of the bed now. With his lips back on yours in a searing kiss, Spencer sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap, moaning into your mouth as you softly tugged at curls resting at the nape of his neck. 

Too caught up in each other, you and Spencer were both unaware of Tara’s return back to the hotel room.

“I seriously got halfway to the Chinese place before realizing I forgot my w— oh my god,” Tara’s voice dropped off in surprise as you tore your head away from Spencers.

It’s not what it looks like” Spencer panicked, pushing you off of him and onto the open side of the bed in an attempt to expel what Tara had obviously just witnessed.

Standing up, Spencer stumbled over his words in an attempt to come up with a plausible excuse, “I just came over to ask Y/N if, uh, she, wanted to, uh—”

“Spencer,” you saved him from blush any harder, “Just go back to your room.”

Without another word, Spencer avoided eye contact with Tara before swiftly exiting the room. 

Flopping back onto the bed and covering your face with your hands, you could practically hear the smirk dripping in Tara’s voice.

“So, does making out with Spencer usually look different, or…?”

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1. What’s your middle name, and do you like it?

2. are you artistic?

3. Have you had your first kiss?

4. What is your life goal?

5. Do you have any experiences with a famous person?

6. Do you play any sports?

7. What’s your worst fear?

8. Who’s your biggest inspiration?

9. Do you have any cool talents?

10. are you a morning person?

11. How do you feel about pet names?

12. Do you like to read?

13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life.

14. Do you care about your follower count?

15. What’s the best dream you’ve had?

16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender?

17. Do you have any pets?

18. Are you religious?

19. Are you a people person?

20. Are you considered popular?

21. What is one of your bad habits?

22. What’s something that makes you feel vulnerable?

23. What would you name your children?

24. Who’s your celebrity crush?

25. What’s your best subject?

26. Dogs or cats?

27. most used social media besides tumblr?

28. best friends name?

29. who does your main family consist of?

30. Chocolate or sugar?

31. have you ever been on a date?

32. Do you like roller coasters?

33. Can you swim?

34. What would you do in the event of an apocalypse?

35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder?

36. Are your parents together?

37. What’s your favorite color?

38. What country are you from/do you live in?

39. Favorite singer?

40. Do you see yourself being famous some day?

41. Do you like dresses?

42. Favorite song right now?

43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

44. How old were you when you first got your period?

45. Have you ever shot a gun?

46. Have you ever done yoga?

47. Are you a horror girl?

48. Are you good at giving advice?

49. Tell us a story about your childhood.

50. How are you doing today?

51. Were you a cute kid?

52. Can you dance?

53. Is there anything you do that you can’t remember ever not doing?

54. Have you ever dyed your hair?

55. What color are your eyes?

56. What’s your favorite animal?

57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself?

58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

59. Do you have good friends?

60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group?

61. What’s your favorite class?

62. List all the tv shows you are watching.

63. Are you organized?

64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion?

65. Which tv character do you relate to most?

68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness?

69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?

70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?

71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?

72. If you could start over, what would you do differently?

73. Would you break the law to save a loved one?

74. When was the last time you traveled somewhere new?

75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?

76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?

77. What did you want to be when you were a kid?

78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?

79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?

80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence.

81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?

82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?

83. How would you spend a billion dollars?

84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?

85. What motivates you to succeed?

86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most?

87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why?

88. Do you believe in life after death?

89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they?

90. What’s your fondest childhood memory?

91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why?

92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy?

93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life?

94. What do you think happens after we die?

95. What would you do if you would be invisible?

96. What’s something you can’t do no matter how hard you try?

97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring?

98. How did your first crush develop?

99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it?

100. Do you live or do you just exist?

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Seven Seconds in Heaven

Words: 5.8k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, smidgen of Smut
Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away. 
Warning: Mentions of death and other sensitive things. Tread carefully.

Cr.

It’s another argument.

He is helpless. Frustrated. He’s caught in a blind rage that doesn’t allow him to understand why you said the things you said, why you did what the things you did but then the words spew out of his lips without mercy. When the tears cloud your eyes and you rip your gaze away from him, before he can even utter ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’, you had already said in the calmest voice-

“We are not doing this here.”

Without looking once back, you ran ahead of him, picking up the pace as much your legs could muster while leaving Jin behind you, feeling helpless and frustrated. He watches as your form disappears meters ahead, amongst the crowds as the glow of the street lamps cast shadows on the pavement; they laugh mockingly at him and follow like tails as he begins to race.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

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The Locket | Draco Malfoy

Requested by anon.

Summary: “Draco x reader. Draco buys the reader a locket for their first anniversary. But when pansy finds it she can’t help but try it on. But Draco finds out.”


February was coming to an end when Draco Malfoy found himself standing on the middle of the main Street of Hogsmeade all alone. Usually, he would’ve told his friends to come along; even better, he would’ve taken his girlfriend, (Y/N), out on a date. But given the events that were due on next month, he had to visit the village with no one but his soul.

On March was going to be his one year anniversary with (Y/N), and he was determined to get her the best gift he could possibly find. He knew that if he told any of his guy friends to help him find the perfect gift for the girl, they would be no use and only waste his time joking around. And as for girls, he could only tell Pansy Parkinson, who was envious and annoying at alarming rates.

Sighing, Draco entered Gladrags Wizardwear. It was, by far, his best option. He had considered buying (Y/N) a book, or candy from Honeyukes, but those seemed to be gifts too lousy for an anniversary. At least here, he could find her a pretty piece of clothing to take back.

Draco looked around the shop, finding dresses that changed color to socks that screamed when they got too smelly. Searching for something to buy, he walked until the jewelry section and stopped dead on his tracks. There, glowing fancily on a showcase was a beautiful golden locket with a small diamond embedded in the very center. In a matter of seconds, the locket was stuffed carefully away in a small box and in the blond boy’s pocket.


A group of Slytherins were sitting in the common room, all admiring a beautiful golden locket in a small gift box at the center of the table.

“Wow, (Y/N) is going to love it,” said Blaise Zabini, making Draco smile smugly.

“How much?” asked Theodore Nott.

“Twenty-five galleons” Draco said, and Theodore raised his eyebrows.

“I didn’t know you could find such good stuff at Gladrags Wizardwear.”

“Not to mention expensive,” Blaise said, taking a close look at the diamond. He then proceeded to put the lid on; the ribbon automatically re-doing itself.

“Boys,” said a girl, Pansy Parkinson, as she sat in the armchair “Pucey told me that you need to go to Quidditch practice.” she told Draco. He sighed and stood up.

“Right, see you later then –Zabini, return the gift to my room.”

And with that, Draco left. Pansy was sparked with a bit of curiosity, and as she chatted with Blaise and Theodore, she couldn’t take her eyes off the box lying on the table. Soon enough, Balise and Theodore were off to their dormitories, and Pansy realized that the small gift box was left behind. In a blink of an eye, she grabbed the box and stuffed it in her robes, standing up and headed to the Prefect’s bathroom.


Pansy undid the white ribbon on the gift box and took the lid off, staring in awe at the beautiful locket sitting under her nose. She carefully took it on her slim fingers and held it up, taking in every single detail of the piece of jewelry. Not wanting to waste so much time, she quickly placed it around her neck, admiring the way it looked so classy over her collarbones.

Pansy kept admiring the beauty of the locket on the mirror, as well as hers; it seemed as the necklace, somehow, transferred its beauty to the owner once it was worn. Sighing, she reluctantly took it off and placed it once again inside its box, tying the white ribbon.

In a matter of minutes, she was now entering the common room and sitting once again in the arm chair. Just a couple seconds after, the Quidditch team entered, Draco clutching his broomstick and looking tired.

“Oh, Draco,” she called, standing up and fetching the box inside her robes “Blaise left the box here so I figured I would take it so no one else could,” she handed back the box to the boy, who kept staring at it with furrowed eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You used it, didn’t you?” Draco accused angrily. Pansy’s eyes widened.

“What? No, I –I didn’t…”

“Don’t lie,” he spat, a few Slytherins across the room stared at him. He shoved the box in her face “Look at this ugly ribbon –you made it yourself, didn’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

He grunted “The ribbon does itself again until the gift is used! Once it’s out of its box, you have to do it by hand!”

“Okay –I took it out, but it was just to-”

Before Pansy could finish, Draco had pushed her out of his way and made his way to the boy’s dormitories. He stopped at the middle, and turning back, he snarled.

“Don’t touch things that aren’t yours, Parkinson.”

Not fuck customers but fuck... Employers, I guess.

I’m 17 now, and I’m saving up for a laptop and art tablet. Naturally, I’m expected to get a job to pay for that stuff. Except, EVERY SINGLE TIME I apply for one, I don’t just get rejected, THEY NEVER SEND A REPLY SAYING I AM REJECTED! I’ve applied for three jobs now over the course of the past six months, no replies from ANY of them.

But the worst example happened when I applied for delivery woman for my local newspaper. I called the lady, she said if I was available on Wednesday mornings it’d be fine (and I am available then). We already discussed the details (pay, work hours), and I sent her a final email confirming I’d take the job and asking where I had to go to pick up the papers I had to deliver.

No reply.

I sent another email.

No reply.

Another.

It failed to deliver.

Every single email I’ve sent since has failed to deliver, even though I KNOW I’ve got the address right. I’m convinced she just blocked me. It’s fine if you gave the job away last minute, but JUST TELL ME! Jesus Christ, it’s not that hard! Now I’ve wasted WEEKS waiting for a reply, which I could have spent looking for another job!

Fortunately, a friend of my mom’s called me with a job offer two weeks ago. I’m a babysitter now, which is cool.