or let me win the lottery

US Presidents As Dril Tweets
  • George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
  • John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
  • Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts
  • James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby
  • James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"
  • John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
  • Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!
  • Martin Van Buren: Food $200
  • Data $150
  • Rent $800
  • Candles $3,600
  • Utility $150
  • someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
  • William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good
  • John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this
  • James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom
  • Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying
  • Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...
  • Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
  • James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...
  • Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"
  • Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
  • Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,
  • James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now
  • Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark
  • Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site
  • Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
  • William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!
  • Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
  • William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*
  • Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
  • Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me
  • Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals
  • Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
  • Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
  • Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume
  • Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed
  • John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
  • Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
  • Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
  • Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right
  • Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
  • Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn
  • George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT
  • Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,
  • George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,
  • Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line
  • Donald Trump: no

anonymous asked:

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”, which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another piece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly, talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said one. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other. “The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass? I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked at me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the table!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good, that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into the rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your companions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula, Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your captivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking it gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no idea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t help but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a sunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something? You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.

I’ve decided

@hansaera and @theladydreadwolf you are both coming to live with me for a time! I will find a way to provide gas and plane ticket money and we shall stay up late, discuss Dragon Age and Solas and just do whatever the hell we want.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Anyone else wanna join us? I’ll just kick G out, he can stay with a friend.

Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!

I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.

Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.

Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.

Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.

If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.

I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?

Is your daddy a Baker? Because you’ve got some nice buns!

There are people who say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Apparently, none of them have ever been in your arms.

Did you invent the airplane? Cause you seem Wright for me.

Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.

Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.

I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like that.

Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all day.

I will stop loving you when an apple grows from a mango tree on the 30th of February.

You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?

I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I’m going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.

You’re the only girl I love now… but in ten years, I’ll love another girl. She’ll call you ‘Mommy.’

Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?

I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.

Hey, don’t frown. You never know who could be falling in love with your smile.

My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U.

Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.

Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more.

For a moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Now I see that I am very much alive, and heaven has been brought to me.

You look so familiar… didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.

Was your dad a boxer? Cause you’re a knockout!

You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.

I was wondering if you had an extra heart mine seems to have been stolen

I thought happiness started with an H. Why does mine start with U?

If I were a cat I’d spend all 9 lives with you.

Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.

Are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling

There isn’t a word in the dictionary for how good you look.

Me without you is like a nerd without braces, A shoe without laces, aSentenceWithoutSpaces

Babe, your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon.

I must be a snowflake, because I’ve fallen for you.

There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.

You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.

Do you have a twin sister? Then you must be the most beautiful girl in the world!

You know I’d like to invite you over, but I’m afraid you’re so hot that you’ll skyrocket my air-conditioning bill.

If you were a booger I’d pick you first.

Do you know what I did last night? I looked up at the stars, and matched each one with a reason why I love you.

Excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. Oh wait, it’s just a sparkle.

If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?

You’re kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind.

My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can’t hold it in.

When I first saw you I looked for a signature, because every masterpiece has one.

I like Legos, you like Legos, why don’t we build a relationship?

You may be asked to leave soon, you’re making all the other women look bad.

Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?

If a thousand painters worked for a thousand years, they could not create a work of art as beautiful as you.

Rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death! So for my health and yours, JUST SAY YES!

Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite.

No wonder the sky is grey today, all the blue is in your eyes.

I’m no organ donor but I’d be happy to give you my heart.

If I had a penny for every time I thought of you, I’d have exactly one cent, because you never leave my mind.

Hershey’s makes millions of kisses a day.. .all I’m asking for is one from you.

Life without you would be like a broken pencil… pointless.

Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?

If I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I’d have five cents.

If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

You are like a candy bar: half sweet and half nuts.

How was heaven when you left it?

Did you fart, cause you blew me away.

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

I didn’t know that angels could fly so low!

There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you.

Is your name “swiffer”? ‘Cause you just swept me off my feet.

Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?

If stars would fall everytime I would think of you, the sky would soon be empty

Your lips look so lonely…. Would they like to meet mine?

Baby, you’re so sweet, you put Hershey’s outta business.

Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?

So there you are! I’ve been looking all over for YOU, the woman of my dreams!

Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?

Excuse me, I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I noticed you too.

Somebody better call God, cuz heaven’s missing an angel!

If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.

If your heart was a prison, I would like to be sentenced for life.

Was you father an alien? Because there’s nothing else like you on Earth!

What time do you have to be back in heaven?

Your legs must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all night.

Was your father a thief? 'Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.

Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future.

I love you like a pig loves not being bacon.

Are your parents bakers? Cause they sure made you a cutie pie!

Did you go to bed early last night? From the looks of it, you got your beauty sleep.

I’d say God Bless you, but it looks like he already did.

I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.

Let’s commit the perfect crime: I’ll steal your heart, and you’ll steal mine.

You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent.

If kisses were snowflakes, I’d send you a blizzard

Are you my phone charger? Because without you, I’d die.

How come you’re not on top of a Christmas tree? I thought that’s where angels belonged.

Are you a cat? Cause you are purrrfect

If you were a tropical fruit, you’d be a Fine-apple!

I wish I was cross eyed, so I could see you twice.

Are you on Nickelodeon? Cause you’re a-Dora-ble!

I don’t know if you’re beautiful, I haven’t gotten past your eyes yet.

You don’t need keys to drive me crazy

Can you take me to the doctor? Because I just broke my leg falling for you

You must be a ninja, because you snuck into my heart

Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. I’m lost at sea

If I had to choose between breathing or loving you, I would say “I love you” with my last breath.

You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.

When God made you, he was showing off.

You’re like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life!

Is there a rainbow today? I just found the treasure I’ve been searching for!

I didn’t see any stars in the sky tonight, the most heavenly body was standing right next to me.

If I could reach out and hold a star for everytime you’ve made me smile, I’d hold the whole universe in the palm of my hand.

Should I smile because we are friends, or cry because I know that is what we will ever be?

When I look into your eyes, it is like a gateway into the world of which I want to be a part.

(hold out hand) Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk?

This time next year let’s be laughing together.

Let me tie your shoes, cause I dont want you falling for anyone else.

Are you a beaver? Cause daaaaam!

I hope your day has been as beautiful as you are.

Excuse me, I don’t want you to think I’m ridiculous or anything, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you.

I have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. So, would you smile for me?

I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!

I just had to come talk with you. Sweetness is my weakness.

I think I can die happy now, cause I’ve just seen a piece of heaven.

Were your parents Greek Gods, 'cause it takes two gods to make a goddess.

Are you Australian? Because you meet all of my koala-fications

You better call Life Alert, 'cause I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.

You’re single. I’m single. Coincidence? I think not.

You know, you might be asked to leave soon. You’re making the other women look really bad.

Hi, I’m writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you?

You are so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to shine.

Someone should call the police, because you just stole my heart!

Baby, you’re so hot, you make the equator look like the north pole.

You’re hotter than Papa Bear’s porridge.

If I had to choose between one night with you or winning the lottery…I would chose winning the lottery…but it would be close…real close…

You’re hotter than donut grease.

Are you the moon? Because even when it’s dark, you still seem to shine.

I never need to see the sun again because your eyes light up my world.

It’s dark in here. Wait! It’s because all of the light is shining on you.

Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.

Are you a kidnapper? Because you just abducted my heart.

Can you pull this heart-shaped arrow out of my butt? A damn little kid with wings shot me.

You look beautiful today, just like every other day.

When I’m older, I’ll look back at all of my crowning memories, and I’ll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married, and the day that I met you.

If beauty were time, you’d be eternity

I’m lost. Can you tell me which road leads to your heart?! 

Even if there wasn’t gravity on earth, I’d still fall for you.

i have so many pickups lines so here u go!! i apologise for these in advance jjddjk -sara

Change ~ The8

Word count: 2k
Genre: Soulmate!au, fluff, slice of life, romance
A/N: Part of the Seventeen soulmate!au. Enjoy! Do dm me for requests~

|| S.Coups || Jeonghan || Joshua || Jun || Hoshi || Wonwoo || Woozi ||
|| DK || Mingyu || The8 || Seungkwan || Vernon || Dino || 

Originally posted by minghaeo

Your scream made Ayeon deaf for at least 10 seconds. She was reading a book when she jolted in her seat, your dolphin scream irritated her. “What now Y/N?” It wasn’t surprising for her to hear you scream because well, you were quite a scaredy-cat. 

“Ayeon!” you cried as you removed the towel from your damp hair- blonde with pink and blue highlights. No! This can’t be! 

“Ooh you’re so gonna get in trouble!” she hit you jokingly. “Hello detention!”

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PINK SEASON SENTENCE STARTERS !

varying sentence starters from pink guy’s / filthy frank’s album, pink season, organized in order of the tracklist.
very long post. different triggers apply, you’ve been warned !

❛ i don’t got time for another little bitch ! ❜
❛ are you fucking serious ?
❛ stay the fuck out of my business. ❜
❛ i don’t fuck with pussies, call me gay. ❜
❛ i don’t fuck with cunts, call me homo. ❜
❛ i got a gun. ❜
❛ what the fuck are you doing ?
❛ this is some fucking bullshit. ❜
❛ this ain’t a fucking game, bitch. ❜
❛ shut the fuck up. ❜
❛ you’re a fucking cunt. ❜
❛ nobody even wants you here. ❜
❛ can you shut your fucking mouth ?
❛ you’re just really fucking dense. ❜
❛ are you stupid or disabled ?
❛ come && catch these hands. ❜
❛ i hope you win the lottery && die the next day, && your daughter has to see you get lowered to your grave. ❜
❛ ooh, that was a little dark. ❜
❛ i’m sorry. ❜
❛ very poor taste. ❜
❛ i shouldn’t have said that. ❜
❛ i do it for my city. ❜
❛ please stop calling me gay. ❜
❛ it was just a little mistake. ❜
❛ i regret to inform you, i fucked your girls pussy. ❜
❛ she’s so nice. ❜
❛ she lets me use her body. ❜
❛ i treat her badly, but she comes back every time. ❜
❛ it goes to show that none of these hoes are worth a dime. ❜
❛ hello, i would like to schedule you to pick me up, as i am on the prowl for pussy. ❜
❛ i’m cooking all the dumplings. ❜
❛ i’m cooking up a storm, boy, none of that beef shit. ❜
❛ they say i’m the man in your nightmares. ❜
❛ that’s a personal issue. ❜
❛ i’m a motherfucking meme machine. ❜
❛ without memes, i will die. ❜
❛ i’m tryna get my dick wet. ❜
❛ feminism: the pussy’s in charge. ❜
❛ flex like david ike. ❜
❛ i think i know the truth. ❜
❛ high school sucks. ❜
❛ i got these pussy bitches wailing like the japanese. ❜  
❛ breathing more cushion than the seat’s got. ❜
❛ i’m here to be an act, not a role model. ❜
❛ suck my dick. ❜
❛ we fall again. ❜
❛ i never thought i’d see you come from beneath me. ❜
❛ everything is dark && empty && i don’t know how to fix it. ❜
❛ i don’t know why i feel like shit. ❜
❛ i’m dying inside. ❜
❛ i think there’s something wrong with me. ❜
❛ every time i go outside i look like i’ve been doing meth. ❜
❛ you think this is about my feelings ?
❛ when the sun go down, i’m sippin on lean. ❜
❛ if you really didn’t care, you’d let it be. ❜  
❛ take a look around, motherfucker, everyone’s diggin’ me. ❜
❛ i live in a constant state of fear && misery. ❜
❛ do you miss me anymore ?
❛ i don’t even notice when it hurts anymore. ❜
❛ what’s wrong with the world ? ❜    

anonymous asked:

I saw you're last ask, and I know about Nu'esT getting screwed over. But was Topp Dogg too? Is that why A-Tom is on P101? I always thought Topp Dogg was rather successful so I was kind of confused as to why A-Tom was demoted to trainee and put on the show.


First, I’m really sorry I took forever to get to this ;__;

I followed Topp Dogg when they debuted partly because Nakta was on MyDol with the now VIXX members and I had a soft spot for him. I haven’t followed them super closely recently, but I kept up enough to have seen how much Stardom messed up. Topp Dogg could be worse off I gues?? they could still be under Stardom, but they’re definitely still “nugu” in Korea. They are no longer in Stardom, though, thank god. They’re solely with Hunus now, but I don’t think they’ve been doing too well there, either (if anyone has info otherwise, though, let me know).

Some things about Stardom in general (and how shitty they are jesus christ):

  • Block B used to be under Stardom but filed a lawsuit against them.
  • The lawsuit included not being paid for almost a year.
  • The then-CEO (Mr. Lee) disappeared w/ 70,000,000 won (around $60,000) that he collected from Block B’s parents.
  • Then the then-CEO committed suicide.  
  • Block B did not win the lawsuit but managed to transfer their rights from Stardom to their current label Seven Seasons.

Here a couple of things that stood out to me from Topp Dogg’s time under Stardom:

  • Their fansigns were done with lottery from the start- not first come, first serve. A fan has to buy more than 1 album to hopefully get picked instead of just buying 1 album and signing up early. This can discourage fans that may not be fully loyal yet, so only groups that are confident in their selling power and fan loyalty do this. 
  • Their first concert was cancelled and rescheduled because they couldn’t sell enough tickets to cover the fee of the initial venue. Japanese fans were offered an “exclusive” fan meeting if they paid more but the fan meeting ended up being for everyone at the concert.
  • Stardom often failed to announce when promotions were ending and cancelled fan meetings without rescheduling from time to time. 
  • They struggled to fill 100 people fansigns (partly because of their lottery system).
  • It’s rumored that Stardom forced members to have plastic surgery.
  • They held showcases in other countries where they weren’t paid for performing.
  • Some of the fansigns allowed fans to do questionable things like raffling away dates with the boys.
  • They’ve failed to give explanations when members injured themselves (Seogoong injured his leg but no explanation; Sangdo hurt his leg, too but no explanation)
  • Stardom tried to hold an international tour in 2015. Stardom agreed to allow Topp Dogg to perform for free but then changed their minds so plans fell through.
  • For the rest of 2015 Topp Dogg did basically nothing until the end of the year when they released their 4th mini album.
  • Also in 2015, Stardom merged with Hunus 
  • In 2016, P-Goon made a post demanding Cho PD (the founder of the company btw) to tell the truth about stealing money Topp Dogg made from performances.
  • They had a long hiatus for most of 2016 with almost no activities so a lot of fans left. 
  • They released their first full album at the end of 2016 but it had very little promotion. 
  • Several members have left: Seogoong left to go to the Under Dogg subunit after disappearing for months. Kidoh and Gohn tried to file lawsuits against Hunus, Jemissi left last year. 
  • An ex-member (Leon) of Top Dog G (which was (is?) a combo of Topp Dogg and Under Dogg which performed in China a bit) talked on Insta about abuse he suffered in Stardom. 
  • Some members were also promised solos if they signed the contracts (Kidoh, Gohn) but the solos were not well funded or didn’t happen at all, I think. Kidoh’s album wasn’t even promoted on music shows.

There’s probably a lot more that I’m not remembering so any fans let me know if I got anything wrong and/or missed anything big. They’ve also mismanaged EvoL to the point of disbandment but I don’t know enough about that to fully explain without worrying I’ll explain something wrong.

Most of the mismanagement stems from the fact that they tried to make Topp Dogg seem really popular instead of focusing on actually getting them popular. Also Stardom is really shady with not paying their artists. They also focused a lot on international promotions when they should have focused on domestic promotions because it’s the Korean fans that help a group stay stable/rise.

I know this year they’ve been on hiatus at the start of the year but there are a few members doing performances together so maybe this is a sign they’ll be active again? I’m not sure if Hunus has made a statement of Sanggyun’s status in the group recently, but the initial reports called him an ex-member who has withdrawn from the group. I hope it means that for the purpose of the show he’s not a member but should return once it’s done (like the MBK girls did in Season 1). So he’s in that weird limbo that the Nu’est (ex)members are also in. 

Sanggyun has gained some fans so hopefully that helps out when (if?) he rejoins Topp Dogg (although rip he’s not doing too well in votes despite being a good rapper, super good looking, charismatic, and a sweet fluff

Always

This season has been a long, dark torturous ride for us all. Until last night. I woke up this morning, alone again, but not really. Over the past few months, I’ve wrapped myself in the blanket of the Olicity Fandom. It’s been a place where I can channel my own personal grief and loss over losing my wife. It has helped, (through writing fanfiction and metas) to start processing my loneliness and sorrow. Last night’s episode was another leg of that journey. So I just wanted to begin this analysis by thanking all of you.

I read a post this morning that MG received, basically telling him to fuck off for bringing back the Olicity trash. And then this cheerful and colorful person asked Marc to please not do it.

Too late, my gregarious hater, too late.

Happy birthday, Oliver. I should be so blessed with my own, (which is next week by the way, on the 27th.) There were fantastic moments during the festivities. As I watched them, I could hear the fandom squealing and screaming and cooing in my head. But there were two moments that really stood out and motivated me to climb into my office chair and fire up the laptop.

The first was when Oliver told Felicity he thought her ruse to have dinner with him was a possible date. Felicity responded with—“We can take it one step at a time.” Not I or you—we. As in together. As in who let the elephant (that crowded them all season) out of the room. The look on Oliver’s face when he told her he’d like that very much was akin to someone winning a lottery. With the crazy pacing that Arrow utilizes, I think those steps Felicity mentioned could end up as a sprint to the wedding alter. One thing I would say to Oliver though; it isn’t hypothetical, dude. When they do decide to hook up for good, there won’t be any anxious first date vibes we got in 301. When Felicity reminded him (and it was a reminder) of their Pacific Coast Trail excursion, of their intimate nights spent under the mountain stars, I thought to myself their next “date” won’t be in a restaurant or a trip to the zoo. Break out the camping gear Oliver—she wants a repeat performance.

The “hypothetically dating my ex-fiancé” line and Felicity’s big, beautiful smile in response to it just melted me in my recliner. Her telling Oliver that they won and he can put his feet up and relax—well, it felt like coming home. The little tug on his tie just emphasized it. These two are crazy in love and it showed in this scene. Doubters and haters beware—it’s only going to grow larger.

The next great moment related to the party for me was Felicity and Curtis on the phone. Curtis wanted gossip: give me all the details, the sexual tension you could cut with a knife, the sexy dress, the heart eyes, (okay, that one was mine.) The last time they talked about her and Oliver like this was last summer in the Bunker. He called them a power couple. He brought up the longing looks, the supposition that Felicity shouldn’t have broken up with Oliver, the way Oliver looks at her. Felicity was taken aback, probably because it was true. It was still in her heart if not right in front of her. The trust issues and William and not seeing the point in being in a relationship with Oliver—it was all still simmering in her. And then Oliver came in with Chinese food and Curtis made an obvious exit after mentioning the wine. Food and drink, mutual desire, the salmon ladder—it all came together for them, they came together…

Okay, I had to refill my coffee cup and take a cold shower. Anyway, when Curtis was talking about her and Oliver while she was cleaning up, I half expected Felicity to start giggling—not in embarrassment but in confirmation.

Post party Olicity. Another couple of moments I wanted to look at. The obvious one was Oliver telling Felicity he wanted her with him in the Bunker, not as Overwatch or the brilliant computer genius or the trusted crime fighting partner. He wanted the love of his life by his side. It wasn’t because she needed his protection. It wasn’t tactical or practical or logical. It was him needing to be with her, to breathe her in, to not wanting her to be apart from him ever again.

And Felicity needed to hear this from Oliver. What they shared at the party only established this for both of them. Felicity was just checking to make sure. Ever since their breakup, it’s been about Oliver striving to become the man she deserved. She told him this after their Bunker sex. She wanted his pain, his doubts, his worries, and his darkness—all of it. He gave that to her in 520. And showed it 100% last night.

Just before Felicity and Diggle agreed with Oliver’s plan to split up, (reluctantly by Felicity) there was that moment Oliver said William was the purist part of him. He put his son in danger because what Oliver became on the island came back to Starling City and created Prometheus.  I could sense Felicity wanting to hold him and give her love and support. That is coming sooner than we think, folks.

Instead, they held each other’s hands. It was brief, but it was huge. It showed me their connection. It showed me, more than any other time in their relationship, they can weather adversity and tragedy and distance and pain—and be strong for one another, more than they’ve ever been before.

Curtis was right. They are a power couple.

Next week is going to be awesome. There is nothing now in Oliver and Felicity’s way. Whoever or whatever tries to pull them apart will only make them stronger. It is their legacy. As Felicity told Oliver in 411—it’s who they are.

Always.

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‘Grey’s Anatomy’ Season 13 Finale Says Goodbye to Another Cast Member (SPOILERS) | Variety
By Jean Bentley

SPOILER ALERT: Do not read ahead, if you have not watched the season finale of “Grey’s Anatomy” Season 13, which aired on Thursday, May 18.

Grey Sloan Memorial said goodbye to one of its own, after a fire rocked the hospital in the Season 13 finale of “Grey’s Anatomy” — but despite some major foreshadowing, the goodbye was not due to death, unlike most “Grey’s” departures.

However, that doesn’t mean the exit isn’t permanent. The season finale revealed that Jerrika Hinton’s Dr. Stephanie Edwards is leaving her job and the medical profession entirely. The storyline comes as the actress is exiting the ABC series for a role in Alan Ball’s new HBO drama, as Variety previously reported.

In Thursday night’s episode, after fighting off a rapist and dodging an explosion, Edwards spent the season-ender ignoring her own life-threatening burns to save a little girl — which she did, by the way — in the process, she realized what she wants out of life: to stop spending all her time in hospitals.

As for Hinton, the actress joined “Grey’s Anatomy” in 2012. She expanded her Shondaland relationship last season when she was cast as the lead in the company’s comedy pilot “Toast,” which ultimately did not go to series.

Regarding Hinton’s exit, in a statement provided to Variety, series creator Shonda Rhimes said: “Actors evolve differently and when an actor like Jerrika comes to me and says she wants to try something new creatively, I like to honor that. Jerrika has shared so much of herself with Stephanie and I am incredibly proud of the journey we’ve taken together. While I’m sad to see Stephanie leave Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, I am excited to see what’s next for Jerrika.”

Here, Hinton fights back tears as she speaks to Variety about her decision to leave “Grey’s Anatomy,” her new HBO series, and why you shouldn’t expect to see Edwards back in Seattle any time soon…

When did you decide to leave the show?
Shonda and I met almost a year ago now, and we had a very lengthy and gratifying and really splendid conversation about work and creative process. She was immensely supportive of my wishes, and she’s really lovely, Shonda. Every private conversation I’ve had with her has left with me feeling just heard and seen and respected as a human being and as an artist, and I really appreciate that.

Have we seen the last of Edwards full time, or could we see her come back in a guest role?
I genuinely don’t know the answer to that question. I will say, though, that because of the nature of her injuries and because of what she says she wants to experience in her next chapter of life, if we do see her come back through those doors, it will be a long time. I think that she needs to heal. She needs to heal in a variety of ways before that place becomes a viable option again.

Can you pinpoint a favorite moment you had with your character over the years?
To be honest, that final scene … with Jim Pickens [who plays Dr. Webber], that stands out in my memory. That was, for a scene that’s so weighty, so heavy, tapping into it was a beautifully straightforward process. Jim is a fantastic scene partner. I always feel very safe with him. And Debbie [Allen, who directed the episode], the way that Debbie really just let us do what we needed to do allowed for all elements to really coalesce. And I haven’t seen it, [so] I hope that it comes across on screen. But on the day, shooting that was lovely.

Do you have a favorite memory from your time on the show?
I don’t know if I’m gonna have an opportunity to talk about what I will miss about Stephanie, is that okay? I’m gonna miss — wow, I didn’t expect this. I’m feeling emotional now. Need to go grab some Kleenex. I think I’m just gonna miss her willingness to go the extra mile for what she believes in. I think it’s a quality that has been there from day one. I was thinking about this a few weeks ago, and something I remember from back in Season 9 is the way she really rallied Leah and Joe when Shane was going through a hard time. She told them not to give up and that we are all a part of this together. … I think that she has such great fortitude and empathy and brilliance, and she’s just, I think, for all of the folly of youth that she has, she’s such a wonderful person. I was friends with her, and that’s a great compliment because I choose friends carefully.

Can you tease anything about your HBO show?
I will say this: Five years of working in Shondaland makes me nervous about teasing things. I think I can, but all of my instincts in my body say, “Keep your mouth shut,” and I’ve gotta work on letting go of that. But it’s a really wonderful new project. It’s a new drama from Alan Ball, who is a phenomenal writer. And I will say that we’ve already started working on it, and it’s genuinely been a gratifying, collaborative, generous, and welcoming experience, and I feel so fortunate. I used to say, all the time, that being welcomed into Shondaland felt like winning the lottery, and I still feel that way. And now, moving from there to this, I don’t even know what’s beyond the lottery.

Even though you’re leaving, do you have any intel on “Grey’s Anatomy” Season 14?
I literally have zero idea, and I have not asked because I don’t work there anymore. When I worked there, I would ask all of those questions, and now that I don’t, it’s a beautiful mystery.

royalty

this is a request by the lovely vanessa for a bucky barnes songfic based off of royalty by connor maynard!! i had to scatter my writing a bit throughout this week because of my work schedule and college registration stuff but i finally finished this and feel really good about it :-)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, casual drinking

length: 986 words


“To Benjamin Franklin.” You grinned, holding up a glass of Cabernet. Bucky let out a short laugh and touched his glass to yours with a soft clink.

After a long day at work, the two of you had returned home to find that your electricity had been shut off. It wasn’t because you hadn’t made your payment, however. Your money had been turned in on time, it just wasn’t opened or recorded by your asshole of a landlord before the deadline. After a very frustrated confrontation, he finally found it within his grimy soul to apologize (albeit begrudgingly). Unfortunately, this still meant that it would take at least 24 hours for your power to come back on.

While you took to the arms of a long, hot shower to relax and settle down, Bucky took it upon himself to do something at least somewhat special after the tense events of the evening. This meant that after you toweled off and changed into your comfiest pajamas, you walked into your small kitchen to see two grilled-cheese sandwiches plated on your finest disposable china and a recently opened bottle of cheap wine on the counter.

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anonymous asked:

I'm so sick of my job that I'm ready to go into work tomorrow and scream at the first customer that walks in the door.

If I ever win the lottery that would be the first thing I do. Well, to the assholes at my job anyways. I technically don’t deal with customers anymore, just spoiled rotten residents who have learned that purposefully bad behavior gets them what they want(seriously my coworkers have entirely just given up with some of them and just let them eat ice cream whenever they want to get them to shut up). I know that sounds bad, and trust me I feel guilty, but having hot scalding coffee thrown at you, more than once, simply because you asked someone to take off their shoes and put them away can make it difficult to keep an open mind. That and coworkers that think everything I do is wrong even though I’m trying my damnedest. I doubt I’d ever win the lottery, but if I did I think the satisfaction of telling everyone off and quitting would be way better than any mansion, vacation, or gold plated color pencil set I could buy. There is just something about being able to stand up for yourself without fear that is just the goddamn mother fucking dream. -Abby

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'The Bachelor' contestants fall in love with each other
Just because you don’t win The Bachelor doesn’t mean you can’t find love on the popular show.

This is the first time I have ever been interested in The Bachelor: Two contestants on the Australian version of the show, Megan Marx and Tiffany Scanlon, found love not with the *bachelor* they were competing for, but with one another. 

Here’s what Megan posted on Instagram in honor of Tiffany’s birthday:

I met Tiffany in a very strange situation. Well… we were kind of dating the same guy. And it was filmed and put on TV 😂. From that first cocktail party, it was like this instant calibration between souls, as if we had known each other once before. Friendship ripened into something bolder, trust in a very strange situation was formed, and now every adventure we have rivals the other- and continues to make plans for itself. Yesterday I flew this beautiful woman to The Abrolhos islands for her 30th birthday! I have to admit that I felt so so proud to be with her, my favourite person, celebrating such a momentous occasion on the water- a mutual love of ours. She is so confident in the ocean and in every adventure, as if every new experience is a winning of the lottery somehow; a chance to grow and learn and develop. To Tiffany, experience wins over the worldly acquisition of ‘things’ every time- and I think this is why she is so open-minded, so accepting of others, so fun and so at ease with letting winds blow her towards a variety of opportunities. She’s helped me to disintegrate many of the ideals I’ve had that were harmful (about relationships, about career and 'stability’) and for that I feel set free. Thank you for always asking questions (detective Tiff), for being curious about people, ideologies and the universe; for loving people with such a wholesome love that I don’t know if I would ever be able to emulate. It inspires me. Happy Birthday Tiffany. I love you.

This is the reality television story I’m here for. 

anonymous asked:

Will you tell your side of the story? What was it like to be in subspace? How did it feel?

Of course I’ll tell my side anon😄

So at first it just sorta felt really good and naughty, being blindfolded and slowly edged and teased. But as the time went on and my mistress @getyourfemmedomon put more restrictive orders on me, I felt like I was slowly sinking in mud. It started slow, I began to lose touch with the concept of trying to squirm and bring myself to the edge.

As she continued to edge me, I felt certain parts of my body going numb, like my finger tips and my nose *which with me isn’t uncommon, I have crap circulation* but not cold, just tingly. After the 3rd or 4th time she edged me, I felt completely hers, like everything she said was to be taken as if it were my own conscious thought. If she said to turn over I would have listened without hesitation cause it felt like I was the one who said to turn over.

When she ordered me to keep my hops on the bed or I don’t get to cum, I was completely gone. There was no struggling, no squirming. I felt completely under her control. My body belonged to her, she had complete control over my pleasure. The only thing that was still under my control was begging. I begged and pleaded with my mistress to let me cum. Panting and moaning and feeling like I was in molasses.

When she finally gave me permission to cum, it was almost as if she had given me the winning lottery numbers. I felt so thankful that she let me cum.

When I came, after the first few bursts, my vision under the blindfold dipped and everything felt slow and sounded like I was underwater for about 8 seconds. When I regained my hearing, I felt so completely under her control that I couldn’t do anything but thank her endlessly, because it felt like I wasn’t allowed to do anything without her permission, as though she would take care of me.

I kept the blindfold on for a good 15 minutes, because I was so deep into the sub space that I felt like i didn’t deserve to have it off yet. Mistress gave me water, and snuggled me and kept me grounded and wrapped my fuzzy blankets around me, and kissed me and replied to every single one of my thank yous. She said how I was a good boy, and that sent shivers through my body. Moving and speaking was strange, like everything was in slow motion and voices sounded far away. It took about 20 minutes for me to come out of the space enough to Talk about it with her, and another 15 to fully leave it.

It was incredible and powerful and I wanted it to last forever, and it was just so new and cool and eye opening about sub space for myself.

Hope that answered your question anon 😄😄

I love my manager (probably to long of a rant)

I work as a receptionist @ g**** and am now required to do more customer service than what I’ve ever done and me and the other receptionist were supposed to be trained by my manager on how to do everything and we still haven’t been trained? Which is absolutely fantastic considering 98% of the phone calls that come in are service calls anyway. On top of that we’re expected to cross sell, send out about 4000 - 4200 post cards a month, basically fix any fuck ups the agents make (and oh boy lemme tell ya there’s a lot), print out permanent ID cards when requested (which is about 5 times a day), file paper work, process any and all payments that come into the office, etc. But honestly, the worse part is the fact that at one point I had to be trained by a customer service rep over the phone (bless her soul I hope she wins the lottery) on something that should have been showed to me by my manager MONTHS ago. 

Oh and let me also add that I haven’t taken an actual lunch break in about 4 months because of how busy we tend to get (lmao @ my manager who got mad at me once for eating (but really it was more like shoving it down my throat) a sandwich at my desk cause I ‘represent the entire office’. ) :)

Also, I’ve worked here for four years, most of which has been full time (minus about 8 months when I decided to go back to school so I was part time), and just now go my vacation days back in october of 2016 from my boss in which my manager openly 'joked’ that he was totally against it. 

And to finish this off, on friday (03/10/17) the other receptionist was out which I was aware of since she texted me, but not once was I ever asked or told to stay to cover her. In fact, my boss told me I could leave since I had other things to do anyway, only for me to later find out that my manager had to come back to the office because my computer got shut down (which is a big no no as it a certain part of the office’s system runs directly off of my computer) and was extremely pissed because I should have stayed behind and I know better not to leave with out finishing deposits (jokes on him, all deposits are always finished none are ever left pending for any reason as I could literally get fired for that shit wtf). And you know, heaven forbid the fact that he had to sit there and deposit ONE mcfucking payment before being able to leave. (Can’t wait to see how this turns out on monday :) )

Pale Faced Boy

A/N: Hey this is my first fanfiction ever, so of course I chose my first to be about Teen Wolf! This fic is about Stiles Stilinski and female reader! I hope everyone likes it :) ♥ Also this will be a series and requests are open!

Chapter one: Sunshine

I’ve always been a very independent person, even when I was young I’ve just always done my own thing. I always somehow felt like I never really needed anyone. I’ve never had tons of friends, part of the reason being that people have never really stuck around. The people that I thought would be with me till the end turned to be only temporary, but hey isn’t that what life’s about? A constant influx of people walking in and out of your life? To keep me from getting hurt I decided I wouldn’t let anyone close enough to hurt me. My method would be simple, be kind to everyone and keep my distance.

That worked for me until I met him. Somehow he brought feelings and emotions that were so foreign to me. I hate that about him, the way he could send a shiver up my spine just by saying my name. I don’t know why he chose me to pursue, I was the girl who sat at her table drinking tea, typing away on a laptop. So why out of all the girls in this library did he decide to sit down by me? I had seen him around school, always with his group of friends, always drooling when he was around the girl with strawberry blonde hair. I’ve known him since pre-k, yet we’ve never actually talked until one fateful day.

I peered up from my dimly lit screen into his pale face that had a mole right by his mouth and one on his cheek. I looked at his dark brown hair that was messily styled, noticing the changes he’s made since I’d seen him last. He’d finally grown his hair out since sophomore year and he looked a lot older. Like I said I never really knew him but he was someone I had observed over the years but always in passing. His chocolate colored eyes looked into mine, his lips curling into a kind smile. I quickly looked away becoming flustered from the foreign feeling of social interaction. I tried to bring my focus back to the story I was trying to write on my laptop but the ideas were fleeing. I sighed closing my laptop down with a smack, I looked up and he was still there, sitting across from me while watching me intently.

I was frustrated for two reasons: One, I was in the middle of writing, a process that went usually undisturbed. Second, because I was so wrapped up in the fact that he sat there at my table, I had failed to realize that his whole entourage had joined him. Which meant that I would not succeed in my efforts to finish the chapter in my story. His entourage included the star Lacrosse captain, the genius strawberry blonde queen bee, the strange girl that was found in the woods, the sophomore who is also a lacrosse player and a black boy to add to the diversity of the group.

I quickly stood up, alarming the rest of the table as I did so, I picked up my laptop and bag and looking at him one more time before making my exit. Before I walked out I heard a voice say, “What was her problem?” and then hearing this pale faced boy saying, “I have no clue but I kind of want to find out.” Something about what he said brought the tiniest hint of a smile to my lips and I left school that day thinking about that pale faced boy wondering if he liked a challenge.

A few days had passed since the day in the library and things haven’t been the same when I walk into the library this pale faced boy is sitting at my table along with his best friends Scott McCall and Lydia Martin. I groaned with frustration because now this pale faced boy decided that my table was now his and that we shared a joint custody of it. I was not going to give it up that easily, I’ve sat at the table since freshman year and now this boy wants to sit here. All I wanted to do was sit at my table and write in peace, is that so much to ask? Apparently it was because every time I would plop down flip open my laptop, putting my headphones in, it meant that this annoying boy thought it was time to talk. I made my way to my chair, like I did everyday and I plopped down in my chair. I pulled out my laptop, I searched my backpack for my headphones but apparently God has a sense of humor because they were nowhere to be found.

That was the moment I realized that I was majorly screwed which would be no good at all. Dammit! I had one job, that I could not afford to screw up and I managed to do exactly what I didn’t want. I groaned in frustration once again, ever since this boy and his entourage showed up, nothing seemed to be going my way. The boy I was starting to loathe heard my groan and shifted his attention from his best friends to me. Great, I thought to myself as I stared back at the boy who was staring at me.

“No headphones today? Surprising. You never forget your headphones. Hmm, I bet you’re feeling smart now huh? It’s gonna be hard to ignore a conversation when you can actually hear me now isn’t it?” He said smugly, with this smirk that I wanted to rip off his dumb face. I glared at him before looking down at my laptop, while opening Google Docs so I could at least attempt to get some writing done.

“What do you do on your laptop anyway? All I see you do is type away on that thing? I know it can’t be school stuff because I have pretty much the same classes as you. So what is it that you do on there?” He continued his interrogation but by then I had zoned out and was intent on writing. If I didn’t write now I wouldn’t have enough material to update the story I was working on. I was writing at a good pace when I saw hands wave in front of my face, I had the urge to look up but I would not give in. He didn’t give up either and what he did next made me snap, something I rarely do.

“What the hell is your problem? Do you have some tick that make you feel the need to be so freaking annoying? Do you enjoy being a nuisance? Why can’t you take a clue, if I wanted to talk to you or your friends I would have, do you understand?I’ll say it as simply as I can. I, Y/F/N Y/L/N, do not want to be around or converse with you, Stiles Stilinski, is that understood?  Or do I need to say it in Spanish? I can even Sign it to you if that would be best. For the love of Satan can you go bother someone else?” I practically yelled, I didn’t even realized that by that point I was standing and everyone was looking at me with wide eyes. I barely speak in class and I bet that was the most anyone had heard me say in a while, let alone listen to me speak so boldly. I sat back down feeling heat rush up to my cheeks, I was embarrassed to say the least. I could feel his eyes on me and when I looked up to see his reaction, he had the biggest smile in the world. His chocolate brown eyes were lit up, while everyone at the table had surprised eyes.

This boy the managed the unthinkable, he responded maintaining a grin that could be categorized as the smile you get when you win the lottery. It was strange to see him confident and arrogant like he is now. When I’ve heard him speak he’s always been sarcastic yet insecure.

“Oh so you can talk? I was beginning to think you were a mute. I don’t think I’m a nuisance, I like to think I’m just overly curious when it comes to things that interest me and sweetheart you have peaked my interest. I have learned so much about you in that little outburst, like the fact that you know Sign Language and you speak Spanish. I also learned your full name and now I know you know mine.” He stood up, smirking while his best friend and Lydia stood up with him. He walked over to my side of the table, bent down putting his lips next to my ear the whispered, “Don’t worry I know when to take a win, I’ll leave yah to do whatever it is you do on this computer.” His warm breath fanning the side of my face, sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t even notice that his friends had already left the room. He started walking away when he stopped and turned around, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunshine.” With that he grinned, turned and left. I watched as he made his way out the double doors to meet his friends and for some unknown reason I felt really alone. Isn’t that what I wanted? Shouldn’t I be glad I’m by myself? The day spurred on and I felt lonely even when I went home.

equuleus86  asked:

Prompt: meteor shower

It’s been three days since Daryl walked through the gates of the prison with dirt under his nails and a shovel in his hands.

Carol had given him a sympathetic half smile and a squeeze on the shoulder and hadn’t bothered him much since then. One thing Daryl needs is his space and she wasn’t about to push him when he was already in worse shape than she’d ever seen him.

She wanted to though. Ached to walked into his cell and wrap her arms around him properly. Run her fingers through his hair and let him crumble to pieces against her, but she knew better than that. Knew that pushing right now was the wrong choice no matter how badly she thinks he might need the comfort.

He lost the only family he had left, after all. That’ll take a toll on anyone.

Now though, she’s not sure she can stay away much longer. He’s gotten back to work around the prison, clearing the fence line of walkers and going on a short hunt that netted him several squirrels but he’s barely said anything to anyone.

She hesitates to call it brooding, even to herself, because that would diminish the pain he feels and there’s no doubt he’s earned the right to feel it.

She hoped that by now he might come around, that she’d have a chance to talk to him, if only for a moment but he’s only been avoiding her and she’s pretty certain she’s not imagining that.

It threw her for a loop the first time he stopped in his tracks and went in the opposite direction after spotting her, but now she’s simply accepted it.

Can’t figure out why he seems intent on avoiding her, but she assumes it must have something to do with Merle. Thinks maybe he’s afraid she’ll poke and prod at him to talk and is doing his best to avoid that discussion like the plague.

So she let him run and has done a decent job of curbing her desire to chase him.

Until tonight.

It’s dark in the prison yard and she can see him from across the gravel where he’s already stabbing a few stray walkers in the head. Clearing the fence line instead of sleeping.

She heard him get up in the middle of the night and shuffle quietly outside, something he’s taken to doing since he got back and this time she followed. Staying a few feet back and watching as he uses a little too much force on the last walker to grace their yard.

“What’d that one do? Gave it to him extra hard.” She says from her spot, her arms crossed and her head tilted to the side as he turns to face her.

He doesn’t seem surprised to find her there. Only shrugs, unemotional and blank. “Just had a hard head. Can’t sleep?”

“Not really. It’s nice out here tonight, thought I’d go for a walk around the perimeter. Come with me?”

He hesitates a moment, shifting on the balls of his feet like he might run right past her and back inside the prison and she tries not to take offense.

Maybe it’s still too soon for this, she thinks to herself. But she’s already taken the first step and she can’t turn back now.

He gives her a nod after what feels like forever and falls in step beside her as they walk the fence on a perfectly clear summer night.

She can hear the frogs croaking in the creek just behind the property, can feel the soft wind on her skin and smell the sweet summer breeze and it would all be perfect if she didn’t feel so damn tense. If he wasn’t even more nervous than she is.

The two of them are feeding into each other’s anxiety like pros.

“You really couldn’t sleep, or did I wake you?” He asks her suddenly, looking at the ground instead of her.

“Little bit of both to be honest. I heard you walk past my cell, decided to investigate.” There’s a hint of a tease at the end that she tries out, just to see how he might react but he doesn’t take the bait and she deflates again.

They walk side by side half way around the prison in total silence and she almost begins to think that maybe she really was wrong. That she should have given him more time to come to her instead of seeking him out but then she spots something in the sky and curiosity overtakes her wariness.

“Did you see that?” She asks, her hand snaking out to grab loosely at his forearm and halt them both.

He doesn’t jerk back from her touch but her hand falls away once they’re standing still, his eyes following her finger up to the sky.

“There…there it was again.”

“They’re still comin’ too….look at that. Damn meteor shower in the middle of the apocalypse.” He says sadly, the two of them staring upward while shooting stars blur past them one after another.

“You ever seen one before?” She asks, knowing he probably spent plenty of time outside as a kid, more than she ever did that’s for sure. “I lived in the city for a long time. Too much light to see anything like this.”

He nods, his voice gruff and low and hands in his pockets and she instantly turns her head to watch him instead of the show. “Once, back home. Forever ago. Got a lotta trees in the backwoods of Georgia, make it hard as shit to see the stars but if you get to a clearing like this…can see everything. Was maybe fifteen when it happened then, big shower, bigger than this one. Tried to get Merle to wish on one of them stars and he wouldn’t fucking do it.”

He huffs out a disgruntled laugh under his breath that takes her by surprise. She hadn’t expected him to bring up his brother but now that he has she eagerly awaits his next words. Hoping he might take the chance to open up a little more and what he says next doesn’t disappoint.

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Off the Island (Oxenfree Fanfic)

Fandom: Oxenfree

Rating: General Audiences


           It always seemed to be dark. And just slightly cold. Not so cold that I thought I might suddenly keel over from hypothermia, but like… that annoying temperature that makes it so that you can’t fall asleep comfortably.

           Being stuck on stupid Edward’s Island for all of eternity was a raw deal, but the dark, slightly cold dimension I’d been sentenced to live in was probably the worst part.

           Eternal damnation? Fine.

           Eternal damp chill? So not okay.

           Plus, the ghosts– or whatever they wanted to be called– weren’t exactly social. And except for the occasional glitched-out radio that scared me out of my pants, they didn’t really communicate with me much. With how eager they were to steal my soul or whatever, I’d at least think they’d want to invite me over for dinner every once in a while. But for the most part they just left me alone.

           Apparently I wasn’t cool enough to be in the ghost club because I hadn’t died on a submarine. Or I hadn’t died at all.

           I still wasn’t super clear on if I was dead or not. I sure felt dead. But maybe that was just the boredom talking.

           I sat on the street light next to the recreation office, looking at the path below.

           I never thought I was a nostalgic person, but for the year I’d been stuck on the island, I found myself returning to familiar places. Fort Milner. Harden Tower. The weird anti-Nazi bomb shelter. Anti-communist bomb shelter? Whatever it was. And the street light.

           It was weird to say that I even missed Clarissa, but I did. Somehow, seeing just how lonely I could be, made me understand why she was the horrific pile of negativity that she’d become after Michael had died.

           “And she fell…” a voice said below me.

           Not a creepy Sunken voice. But a familiar voice. A voice that seemed to be fading in and out like my handheld radio did.

           “Time loop—“. I couldn’t seem to catch an entire sentence. Only pieces. But I still strained to hear. “And back to truth or slap—“.

           “Hello?” I called, wondering if the jerk-face ghosts were pranking me. They hadn’t exactly been hospitable. And if they called me “dear” or “Alexandra” one more time I was likely to lose my crap and try to portal them into oblivion with my radio.

           No one responded to my call and I scrunched up my face in annoyance, before a thought hit me.

           “The radio?” I asked no one in particular. It had let me communicate with the ghosts in this dimension. Why couldn’t it help me talk to people on the other side. Or… the non-other-side. I guess I was on the “other side”.

           Taking the radio from the pocket of my jacket I moved the dial to the right. At 98.1 I felt the familiar pulse of energy in the air around me. It was like electricity or that feeling you get on a roller coaster. Or a mix of those two things together.

           I hadn’t been able to successfully open a portal since I’d been trapped on the ghosty side of things, so this new development was both exciting and a little terrifying. But as I kept the dial at 98.1, the portal continued to open. Without me switching stations.

           “Is this…. Not me?” I asked the emptiness, wondering who could possibly open a portal. Who would even want to? Maybe more dumb kids messing around on the island without knowing what they were getting into.

           Maybe I could warn them away before the Sunken ghosts figured out they were here.

           “I knew I should have asked for that jacket back,” a familiar voice said. It wasn’t static-filled. It wasn’t cutting out. And suddenly, I didn’t feel quite so cold.

           I could feel sun on my face.

           “Michael?” I asked, my eyes wide in disbelief.

           “Oh geez. Don’t give her a heart attack,” Clarissa said, standing below the street light I sat on.

           Her hair was a little lighter now, but other than that she looked exactly like she had the last time I’d seen her. Minus the glowing red eyes and thinly veiled threats of eternal damnation.

           In her defense, she’d been possessed then.

           “Clarissa?”

           “What do you mean ‘Clarissa’?” another familiar voice said, running over to the group. “How about, ‘hello best friend who I’ve missed so much. Let me give you ghost powers and tell you the winning lottery numbers’.”

           “Ren,” I practically shouted, now jumping down from the street light, which proved to be a bit more painful on this side of things than it had been on the ghost-filled side. “Ouch.”

           “Yeah, if you could avoid breaking your neck now that we finally have you back, that would be great.”

           “Jonas,” I said, the already-present smile growing across my cheeks.

           “Yeah, and Nona. We get it. You remember our names,” Clarissa said. “Now can we cut the idle chit chat and get out of here before the stupid ghosts figure things out?”

           All of my friends were standing around me in a group. My brother was there. Jonas was there. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

           “But Michael was dead,” I said, feeling that this was the most important thing to point out.

           “Rude,” Clarissa replied.

           “I mean… he was dead… and now he’s…. not?”

           “About that,” Michael began, rubbing the back of his neck like it was an embarrassing story and not a life-changing detail. “At first I couldn’t remember what had happened. But things started coming back to me in little flashes.”

           “Little Flashes?” Clarissa asked skeptically.

           “More like he’d suddenly get these massive nosebleeds and say ‘Bioshock Infinite was right all along’,” Ren cut in.

           “I didn’t say that, Ren. You did. I’ve never played that game,” Michael clarified.

           “Anyway,” Ren went on, sounding annoyed at being corrected. “It took some time and a super creepy serial-killer detective board. But we eventually pieced things together. We’ve been coming back to the island every weekend, ever since we figured it out. People basically think we’ve lost it.”

           “But… I don’t understand. How are you here? Or… how am I here?” I asked, feeling my own headache coming on.

           “We tried a lot of different things,” Jonas said, giving me a crooked smile like he was relieved to see me. “Radios. Exorcists.”

           “Digging up Maggie Addler’s dead body to bring you back,” Ren said, ticking it off on his finger.

           “Wait, seriously?” I asked.

           “You can’t listen to anything Ren says,” Nona answered with a shake of her head.

           “In the end, I did what any good big brother would do,” Michael said, taking a step forward and placing a hand on my shoulder. “I made a fake deal with some very gullible ghosts.”

           “Which means we need to get off the island… like now,” Jonas said, suddenly looking uncomfortable. “Because I don’t think those ghosts are as dumb as you think they are, Michael.”

           “Michael and Jonas are having a conversation,” I said to no one in particular. “This is the weirdest day of my life.”

           “Seriously?” Clarissa asked. “Weirder than trapping yourself in a ghost portal to save us?”

           “Weirder than the time Miss Hales made us rap Macbeth?” Ren asked.

           “Ugh, shut up, Ren,” Clarissa said, shooting him a look before returning her gaze to me. “Listen… I know the ghosts asked you to trade me for everyone else. And I know you didn’t take the deal. I also know they gave you another chance to leave me behind to save yourself. And you also didn’t take that deal. You basically sacrificed yourself for the girl who told you you killed your brother. And that… it just… it means a lot. So… thanks.”

           “This is really touching… or whatever… but I think we may be facing a horde of pissed off ghosts if we don’t get out of here soon so, shall we leave?” Jonas asked. He still wore the same ratty beanie he’d worn the night everything had gone sideways.

           Ren still had his ridiculously curly hair and goofy grin. Nona was still quiet. Michael was still the perfect brother. And Clarissa looked like she had before Michael had died. She looked happy. Friendly. Warm.

           I wasn’t sure I believed that we were actually about to get off of Edward’s Island and out of this nightmare. I was sure the Sunken would figure out the not-so-brilliant plan they’d come up with.

           But maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe we’d make it out finally. Together.

           I tucked a strand of teal hair behind my ear and smiled at the people who hadn’t given up on me.

           “I’ve missed you guys.”