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.

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

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 ? ❜    

University [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: @feministkween “university!! With Lin”

@ruth-hamilton-delrio “Yes, I second the Uni and Lin idea!”

Summary: Lin and Reader’s University adventures.

Hamwriters Prompt: AU Day!  Imagine your favorite characters and actors in whatever universe you like and write about it!

A/N: Guess who’s taking part in @hamwriters challenge! I took this as an opportunity to expand my character list and get used to writing for other characters and actors. That means you’ll get a fic from me everyday! I hope you enjoy the stories! To everyone who submitted an idea, don’t worry! I’ll get to it! I may have used your request for another day…who knows? Plus, I used the college Lin went to as the University. I’m not exactly sure if this is how the college is but….. As you can tell, my writing slump got the best out of me! However, I’m trying to get past it with this challenge!

Reader Pronouns: she/her

Word Count: 1,367 Wow

Masterlist

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Freshman Year

You were moving into your dorm at Wesleyan University. You had gotten accepted into the school and just so happened to score a dorm right across a certain Lin-Manuel Miranda. He had dark hair and a bright smile. You had two classes with him, Acting and Introduction to Playwriting. He was also a Theater major. You two really haven’t talked much until cast lists came out. He scored the lead and you stood by him as his character’s lover. In Act I, you both start out as best friends and soon become lovers halfway into Act II. You admit, it was cliche. Act I wasn’t very demanding. However, it did require you to get along. It wasn’t like you weren’t in bad terms. It’s just that you didn’t talk to him that often. The lack of communication changed that day. A knock at your door jolted you awake. You didn’t even realize you were napping on your textbook. Groggily, you opened the door and saw your neighbor, Lin. “Hey, Lin. It is Lin right?” He had his hands in his pockets. He nodded. “You’re Y/N? From Acting?”

“Yeah! What can I do for you?”

“First of all, congratulations on lead! Anyways, our characters are best friends. I was thinking that we should hang out. That way we could get the chemistry flowing, you know?”

After that day, you spent every single day with Lin. He was such a charming and down to earth man. The production was a few weeks away and the group focused on Act II. Particularly a scene where you kiss. “Stop! I’m leaving! There’s nothing you can do to stop me, Sebastian!” You said as your character, Mason. You faked anger and Lin looked hurt. You moved upstage right and he held onto your wrist and pulled you closer. “Goddammit, let me go!”

“Mason, hear me out.” You tried to escape but he held onto tight. You glared at him, but inside you knew what was coming up. It was the kiss. Out of nowhere, he kissed you. It felt like a dream. It felt right. After that, he held onto your shoulder. You forgot your blocking. Crap. You stared at his character and proceeded walk offstage.

It was now the last day of the production and you were pretty disappointed. Theatre was such a huge part of your life and now you had to wait until next year.

Sophomore Year

Summer ended and you lost contact with Lin. You were afraid that you wouldn’t see him around but, it seemed like school wanted you to be. This time, his dorm was next door. You shared no classes, but you made time to hang out with him. You were studying for your finals when you heard some singing. Of course, it was Lin. Maybe visiting him wouldn’t hurt. You softly knocked on his door. “Who is it?” he said. “It’s Y/N!” You heard footsteps running towards the door and you were met with the same face you loved. His eyes looked so tired. Did he ever sleep? “Hey, Y/N. What do you need?”

“I just came to visit since I heard lots of music. I just wanted to see what you had today.” You smiled and he motioned you to come in. His dorm was quite tidy, but you did see a few loose papers scattered on tables. He sat on the piano bench and he handed you a music sheet. “Alright, one two thr-”

“Wait what?” You were in shock. You weren’t even good at singing! You knew how to read music, but you never sung in front of anyone! He looked at you a bit puzzled. “You’re singing the song.”

“Lin! I can’t sing!” He smirked and put his hands back on the keys.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

Junior Year

It’s been a year after that night. Let’s just say…it went well. After that night, you were always called if he needed to run through with Vanessa. You only had one more year of college and you were doing just fine! You aced all of your classes and you made time for your electives and clubs. You were on your way to the library when Lin texted you.

From Lin

Meet me in the theater.

That was a little vague. Maybe you had a rehearsal you forgot about? You turned around and made your way to the theater and saw your director, Elizabeth  and Lin on the stage. “Ah, Miss L/N. Mr. Miranda has informed me of a musical he wrote and he said that you took part in it as well. Is that true?” What is going on here? Were you going to get in trouble? “Actually, I was singing for him as Vanessa. I wouldn’t consider it being a major part of his writing process. I was just singing for the part.” She was about to speak, but Lin spoke out first. “Y/N was a major part of this all. She helped me out when I was stuck and sang damn well.”

“Okay. Let’s see what we’re working with,” she flipped through the song book “give me a sample of 96,000. Just a sliver of Usnavi and Vanessa’s part.” Shit. Sure, you memorized her part but you’ve never performed it in front of someone else. He got into character. “96K Go!”
“If I win the lottery, you’ll never see me again.” It’s been five months since that day and you were Vanessa. Elizabeth had pushed through and let In The Heights play at Wesleyan for a few days. It was the last performance. In the span of all of this, you fell in love with your character and Lin. You tried forgetting about him, but let’s be honest. That didn’t work at all. It seemed as if he was a magnet. His personality was so endearing and admirable. You wanted to belong to him. However, he had a girlfriend. You couldn’t blame him. She was beautiful. He’s been trying to date her for a while and he finally succeeded.

Senior Year

It was your last year in college and you were ready to leave. Ever since your role as Vanessa, you wanted to go into musical theater. You chose singing as your minor and kept theater as your major. Yeah, it was a tough industry. It required drive and motivation and luckily, you had all of that. You were no longer Lin’s neighbor. Maybe it was for your benefit. If you saw him one more time, you were pretty sure you would just kiss him. You heard a knock and looked through the peephole. Speaking of Lin…Reluctantly, you opened the door. He looked a bit nervous. “Hey, Lin. What’s up?” He looked to the ground. “She broke up with me.” You hugged him out of pity. He loved her so much and she just ended it. Of course, you didn’t know every exact detail of their relationship but you heard enough. “I’m sorry Lin. Is there anything I can do to h-”

“Is it funny that I didn’t really love her anymore?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I loved her. It was starting to get boring after a while. She was a little too overprotective.”

“Then why didn’t you break up with her sooner?”

“Because…I thought that if I dated someone, I would lose my feelings for someone else.” You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “So did you confess your feelings to the other person?” You sat down at your desk and Lin pulled up a stool. This was too confusing.

“Actually, that’s what I’m here for.” He fumbled with his sleeve.

“Oh, so you need help asking them out?” He started laughing.

“You’re so oblivious, Y/N. Why else would I be here?”

“To ask ou-oh…” So he wanted to ask you out? The man of your dreams wanted to date you. Your heart pretty much bounced out of your chest. You couldn’t form any words so you impulsively kissed him. You’ve kissed before in scenes, but this one…this one was different. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “So..is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

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.

@hope-for-olicity @louiseblue1 @lovelycssefan @almondblossomme @tdgal1 @it-was-a-red-heeler @dmichellewrites @jbuffyangel @memcjo @cruzrogue @blushorchid @candykizzes24 @ruwithmeguys

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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.

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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. 

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.

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 😄😄

anonymous asked:

MBTI types as cheesy pick-up lines.

I had assistance from this list. 

I’m so sorry these are all terrible and demeaning let’s all acknowledge that no one should ever ever say these to a person.

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

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

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

ESFJ: Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (hold up a mirror)

ISTJ: Your eyes are as blue as window cleaner.

ESTJ: My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U.

INTP: If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.

ENTP: (Walk up to someone and bite them anywhere) Sorry, taking a bite out of crime. [WHAT?] Well it has to be illegal to look that good!

INTJ: Is your last name Whitman, because I want to sample you.

ENTJ: 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…

INFP: If stars would fall every time I would think of you, the sky would soon be empty.

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

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

ESTP: You’re hotter than donut grease.

INFJ: I want to be your tear drop, so I could be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.

ENFJ: If I was an octopus, all my 3 hearts would beat for you.

Open the Window (Goodbyes May 4th)

He hated this place. Of course anyone that isn’t walking out with a baby hates hospitals. The florescent lights, and the smell of cleaning products always put him on edge. He couldn’t help but think that this wasn’t a place of healing as much as a place where life ended. This was the place where his Mother died, and now it was going to take his Father.  

He walked in to the hospital room the soft beeping from the machinery and labored breathing were the only sounds. In the bed his father laid asleep. It was hard to see him like this. When he thought of his father he remembered the giant man that held him over his head, and let him mess up his hair and then would act surprised for him when he looked in the mirror.  Mark could hardly recognize the slim green figure in the hospital bed.  Garfield Logan was never a large man, but the cancer and its treatments had reduced him to less than hundred pounds. His once bright green eyes had sunken into his face. His hair once hunter green was now silver and thin like a threadbare towel.  

“Dad, Can you hear me?”

Garfield Logan’s eyes slowly opened.

“Mark?”

“Yea Dad” Mark forced a smile “how are you doing?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s about four in the afternoon”

“You got here at a good time. If I can get that window open I was planning  to take a fly across the bay.  I could use some fresh air.” His voice choked out.

“Sure Dad”  Mark agreed knowing that he hasn’t been able to change shape for the last year, and for the last month could barely walk.  

“Maybe instead I will turn into a mouse, go along the hallways, tell me do woman still wear skirts? I always liked a nice set of legs.” he said with slow creeping smile.  

“Dirty old man”

“And I am getting older and dirtier by the minute” he laughed. “The good thing about getting old it’s amazing what you can get away with. Most people just think I am confused or senile.  My body might be falling apart but I am as sharp as I ever was”

Mark could almost hear ‘Yea somewhere between pudding and warm cheese’  in his mother’s voice.  Marks parents were always like that,  always jabbing at each other, verbal sparring. You wouldn’t believe that they had been together since they were teenagers, and married for almost 50 years. One minute they were arguing, the next they would be in each other’s arms.

“Maybe you should stay in this afternoon, it looks like rain anyway”

“And Rae would be pissed if I went out and got a new girlfriend. Well since you’re here then I will” he consented. “Is Sam here? did you bring Rachel?”

“Just me this time”

He looked into son’s eyes “I am that close aren’t I?”

Mark couldn’t find the right words. The ones the doctors chose to use did not offer him any comfort. He couldn’t imagine they would help his father.  

“Mark I raised you not to lie to me”  he said taking his sons hand  "Also you are really bad at it, and I take that as a sign of good parenting"

“Hours, You might make it to tomorrow morning”  Mark said with his eyes closed as if saying them was going to kill him right then and there and he didn’t want to see it.  

“Good”

“Dad? No-” Mark started but his father waved his hand to silence him.

“My affairs are in order.  We have all known this has been coming for a while. In a way it’s been a blessing” He said clearing his throat.  "Do you remember when my friend Vic passed?  Had no will, it was an amazing mess for his girls I was not going to leave that for you and Sam"

Mark didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what he was going to say to his wife or his daughter, no matter what the Doctors had said the idea that his father was not going to be there just did not seem real. Till now.  

“Dad I really don’t care about your stuff-”

“Mark I am ready.” he stated. “This has been a good life but I miss your mother so much.” his voice was ragged “I can feel it, she is waiting for me. She’s probably going to be angry that I am so late.  So I am going to blame you.  She could never stay mad at you.”

He was still joking. Mark could almost see his father looking tough his memories like flipping tough a photo album in his head.  

“We are so proud of you, do you know that.”  

“You and Mom were heroes. You guys saved the world. I am just a guy that designs buildings”

“You listen to me.” He said a new hardness in his voice “My whole life has been about beating the odds.  I was not expected to live when that monkey bit me.  I spent my life putting myself in danger. I have taken on monsters and criminals and supervillains.  I have been shot, shocked, burned, stabbed, and beaten to a pulp. My back is a subway map of scars. I have taken on the Devil himself, and I got your mother to marry me.”  Another round of ragged coughing followed Mark wondering if he should get help but his father would not let go of his hand.

“But you were it Mark!  Your father has DNA alphabet soup your mother is half demon the odds of us having you was winning the lottery while getting hit by lighting. ” Mark could feel his father’s fingers tighten around his “You are the miracle Mark”

Another round of coughing came and a deep intake of breath.  

“We got the chance to raise you, see you graduate, see you marry Sam, have Rachel.” He pointed at his face “Look at me I am a shriveled green raisin. Do you know how many of the people I have worked with didn’t make it to 40?”  He closed his eyes and laid back into his pillow.  "On top of all that I got to spend nearly 48 years married to the love of my life. Trust me nothing tops all that.“

“I wish Mom was here. She would know what to do”  Make said quietly.  He could picture her there standing on the other side of the bed.  She would put her hands on her husband’s face and she would heal him. Just like she did for him every time he had a scrape or a bruise, or that time he broke his left arm after falling out of a tree.  If Mom was here she could fix this! Screamed in his mind.  

“No Mark” His father pulled him out of his head. “I wish she was here too, but this is my time.”

“I miss her Dad, I don’t want to lose you too”

“She at times was cold, impatient, neat freak and stubborn as a mule and I should know, I have been a mule. She was also strong, giving, her mind was as sharp as her tongue. ” His eyes eased closed  "She was truly extraordinary and I miss hearing her voice. I can close my eyes and see her in her chair in the bedroom a book in her hands. She would read to me. It was the first things we did that was intimate. It didn’t matter what it was or what language hearing her voice made my head quiet. She would let me lay in her lap as a cat, and stroke my fur and I would listen to her. When she found a passage that got her interested or excited I could hear it warming her words. It was almost as good as her rubbing my fur”  

“Mom was the neat freak?”  he asked  

“Every time I leave my socks on the floor, or a dish in the sink I can hear her scold me. Even after she passed.” He laughed “I would sometimes do it just hear that.  But I kept the place neat, like she kept it, it made it easier to think she was going to walk through the door again. You know sometimes I would brew up a pot of that tea she loved just to smell it. ”

“I make that tea sometimes. Rachel likes it. She not going to understand this.”

“Children don’t understand death, I am an old man and I barley understand it. ”

“Yeah, but I thought that was because you’re not that bright.” the words slipped out of his lips.  He was going to apologize but his father’s chest started shaking with laughter.  

“You are your mother’s son!” Came out between small chuckles. “Tell Rachel that I am going to be with her Grandmother, that we both love her, and she can have the old game station”  

“My daughter lover of retro video games”

“My son the real hero of the family that keeps stone age technology running.  Also tell Sam that the library is hers, You mom loved having a daughter in law that loved books as much as she did.  I know she will take good care of them”  

“I should have brought them…”

“No, I don’t want Rachel to remember me like this, and she is going to need her mother. Sides I wanted a word with my boy.”

They just sat there quietly, Mark holding onto his father’s hand.  

“Mark?”

“Yea Dad”

“Open the window”

Mark was frozen statue still not sure what to do.

“Mark trust me just open it,  the air is stale in here, all I can smell is my old sweat and antiseptic I want to smell the ocean, the rain, please.”  

Mark knew that look in his eye.  It was the look he had when he was going to do something nuts.  It was the look he had when he pulled him out of school so he could introduce him to the Green Lantern.  It was the look he had when he would show up at the house unannounced with toys for Racheal. Or that he and Mom were just going to pick a direction and go and be gone for weeks sending pictures back from their latest adventure.

He also knew that when his father made up his mind about something he was committed.  Mark knew that if he didn’t open that window his father would find away.  He got up slowly and walked over to the awning window. The pane of glass hinged only on the top was meant only to let air in it only opened a few inches.  He stood there taking in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the storm that was brewing outside.  

“Much better” Garfield breathed.  "Thank you Mark"

“Dad, you need anything else.”

“Could you go find that Nurse, the young blond one.” Garfield said with a smile.  

“Dad?” he asked wondering if he was making a joke.

“I am serious, my left leg is doing that thing again,  she will know what I am talking about.”

“Ok” Mark said reluctantly as he left the room to go to the nurses station. He found two older woman and a young man. None of them knew about a blond nurse working in the ward.

When Mark came back to his father’s room the bed was empty. The window was still open and the staff had no idea where he had gone.  Mark didn’t know what to think. That somehow his father was now flying over the water? Or maybe Mom had come to get him.  History will remember Beast Boy the green hero that could turn into animals.  Mark and his family will, remember Garfield Logan a husband, father and grandfather who made bad jokes, gave his granddaughter pony rides and loved his family fiercely.  

“Your late”

“Mark’s fault!”

“No its not, you got too caught up playing with Rachel.”

“I couldn’t help it. She’s cute, and she takes after her grandmother.”

“She had you wrapped around her little finger. ”

“So did her grandmother.”

“Azar,I missed arguing with you.”

“Mama take me home, and please don’t leave me ever again”.


This was a story that has been sitting with me for a long time. I was going to do the other prompt from this but when I wrote it out if felt forced. Also this is also my first attempt at something that is not pure fluff. I like to think of these characters as real people. Well real people die, I would like to think they would after a good long life with a happy family. That is why I do love these fanfics, we get to add or expand the facets of the characters that might not be explored in the books or cartoons.  Also I think that is why that years later why were still writing about them, these were not cookie cutter characters designed to sell action figures, they had depth. 

To whoever loves her next:

Her smile. That is what will reel you in first. The way her lips gently tug at the corners of her mouth will drive you wild. You’ll do anything to see it again. The best way to keep a smile on her face is by telling her stories. Tell them until you run out of breath, until you have nothing left to share, until you have to scrape at the corners of your mind for something, anything, that will crack a smile on her face.

Mocking your accent will become her favorite pastime. As you tell her the silliest of stories, she’ll echo phrases she finds cute in attempts to get you to say it again. Do it, because when she giggles you’ll think about how much you want to hear it for the rest of your life. She knows just how awkward you are and she’ll ask you to explain things or repeat them just to fluster you. Don’t worry, she only does it because she thinks it’s absolutely adorable when you stumble over words and go red in the cheeks. 

Phone calls with her are pure heroin. You’ll want more and more, and every time you hang up you’ll feel your chest collapsing in.  When she calls you in the middle of the night as she lay on the bathroom floor at a party, make sure you pick up. She called because she wishes you were there, so promise her one day you will be.

Depression plagues her and she’ll leave it up to you to sense the sadness she hides. She won’t tell you if she’s numb or falling apart, but make sure you pry it out of her and then do everything you can to ease the pain. Alcohol is her favorite painkiller, and she’ll dance the night away if it meant she might not suffer for a little while. Let her, because one day if you’re lucky you’ll be dancing with her.

Her biggest fear is not feeling enough. When she tells you that, your mind will flood with everything her and her big heart have given you - all of the late night phone calls, every ‘I love you’, every promise of a future together - and it’ll blow your mind how she could ever doubt herself. When you have an anxiety attack, make sure you tell her because she will do everything in her power to ease your mind. In that moment, you’ll realize you want to spend the rest of your life with her. You’ll realize how much she loves you, and how much pain she endured to stay by your side while you were too busy second guessing.

Most importantly, don’t you dare take her for granted. She’s not someone you meet every day. Her compassion and selflessness are one in a million. Being with her is like winning the lottery, and if you’re so lucky you get the chance to know her, don’t ever let her go. Care for her, tell her how gorgeous she is, give her everything you have - you only have one chance to get it right.

So to whoever is by her side instead of me, love her with everything you have, because she is worth all the love in the world and more.

—  I’ve let you go. But I had a few things left unsaid, so I hope you see this.

tagged by @star-tear​ !

Rules:
1. Post the rules
2. Answer the questions given to you by the tagger
3. Write 11 questions of your own
4. And tag 11 people

1. favorite season and why

Considering I live in a land where the sun is trying to kill me, winter.

2. if you could tell your past self one thing you know right, what would it be.

“Go the fuck to sleep… Also here are the winning lottery numbers.”

3. favorite lotion brand?

What is lotion. -uses the stuff i got as gifts-

4. favorite quote from a book

“They must know it was the rats; the slithering, scurrying rats whose scampering will never let me sleep; the daemon rats that race behind the padding in this room and beckon me down to greater horrors than I have ever known; the rats they can never hear; the rats, the rats in the walls.” - Rats in the Walls by H.P. Lovecraft

5. if you were given the opportunity to choose between having unlimited power or the ability to foresee into the future, which would u choose

The future frightens me and I live in the present, so unlimited power for me.

6. favorite disney movie

Big Hero 6

7. one thing you wish you could tell someone from your past

“Thank you for bearing with me, for forgiving me, for taking care of me. Thank you for loving me.” - To Davis

8. one place in the world you want to visit

Lake Akan in Japan so I can grab all that marimo… and maybe some bsd merch on the way 

9. does dessert go before or after the meal

No dessert, sweets make me sick.

10. favorite sea animal

The rare bunny chuuslug

11. if you could change one thing from your past, what would it be.

Some of my more questionable choices which i wont get into x.x

I already did my own questions and tagged people. But if you want to do this then consider yourself unofficially tagged!

Osomatsu-San Extra Stories Translation ‘Fortunes’ Part One

So, I’m pretty sure someone is translating the two main Osomatsu-San light novels, but I’ve yet to see anything from the Extra Stories (Bangaihen) novel which was released last July, so I translated my favourite story from it. This novel is aimed at a slightly younger audience than the other two, so the stories are more just silly and playful rather than having any adult themes or jokes. There is a little bit of borderline bad language in this translation though, but nothing that’s out of line with that of the anime. It’s quite long so I split it into four parts.

Cultural Note: The fortunes that the brothers make in this story are based on O-mikuji, which are small strips of paper with a fortune written on you can draw at a Japanese temple after making a cash offering. They have a variety of different levels of luck written on them ranging from very good to very bad. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O-mikuji

Osomatsu-San Extra Stories

 ‘Fortunes’

Swish, swish, swish.

The sound of the bat Jyushimatsu was swinging echoed through the room. He was in particularly fine form today. He was delivering swings, which would definitely be home runs if a ball hit them, in rapid succession.

“Ahahaha. I feel like I could hit a homerun!”  But despite saying this, to hit a homerun, you first need to play baseball. Unfortunately, his brothers won’t play baseball with him. Only Ichimatsu will join him for practice.

And Ichimatsu was completely absorbed in playing with a cat using a stalk of foxtail.  

Meow! Purr-

Since Ichimatsu seemed to be having so much fun, Jyushuimatsu thought it would be a shame to get in the way of it, and continued working hard at practicing swings by himself.

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