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THE BEST ESSAY ADVICE YOU WILL EVER GET

Yo peeps, so as you can probably tell, I’m about to blow your mind. You might want to sit down, grab some water, you know, keep yourself hydrated. Maybe do a few stretches.

Now that you’re all ready, let’s begin! A girl who wrote about hotdogs and Costco got into Stanford and most Ivy League Schools, a student who wrote about his love for food got into Stanford, while Cornell’s admissions officer’s favorite essays were about lint and failing the driver’s test four times. Observing a pattern here? All these people chose kind of silly topics to write about. You might be wondering, “Yo,why would I want to sound stupid in front of the admissions officer, this doesn’t make sense!” . Well, that’s a valid argument. Now read this excerpt from one of the essays I mentioned above.

“While enjoying an obligatory hot dog, I did not find myself thinking about the ‘all beef’ goodness that Costco boasted. I instead considered finitudes and infinitudes, unimagined uses for tubs of sour cream, the projectile motion of said tub when launched from an eighty foot shelf or maybe when pushed from a speedy cart by a scrawny seventeen year old. I contemplated the philosophical: If there exists a thirty-­three ounce jar of Nutella, do we really have free will? I experienced a harsh physics lesson while observing a shopper who had no evident familiarity of inertia’s workings. With a cart filled to overflowing, she made her way towards the sloped exit, continuing to push and push while steadily losing control until the cart escaped her and went crashing into a concrete column, 52” plasma screen TV and all. Purchasing the yuletide hickory smoked ham inevitably led to a conversation between my father and me about Andrew Jackson’s controversiality"

Yes, yes, she’s literally talking about hot dogs and Costco. Now don’t underestimate her, this girl got accepted to 5 Ivy League Schools and Stanford. Jeez, that’s impressive. So now, you might be thinking , “Okay, enough of this, just get to the juicy part, give us the magic potion!” . Luckily enough for you, I’m getting to the point.

If you want to write an essay that slays everyone else’s like Beyoncé, first you gotta be true to yourself. You’re 17 or 18, you don’t want to end poverty or save the world. Maybe you enjoy pepperoni pizza, maybe you love watching horror films, maybe you love shopping at Macy’s, whatever it is, write about it.

The key is to choose a seemingly silly topic and present it in an intellectual light. Your ability to turn something silly into something genius will impress them and make you more memorable. In order to do that, you need to have a lot of knowledge about the topic you chose, which is why you need to be true to yourself. But then again, don’t write a pointless essay, don’t tell the officers that you can stuff 20 cheese balls in your mouth. Although I think it’s impressive, the admissions officer will beg to differ.

So there’s the secret formula to write a winning essay. Best of luck and I hope you get into your dream school!

Diyanshu Emandi

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  • “Does your masochism extend to an enjoyment of being put in your place like the little bitch you are?”
  • “I’m going to furiously shit lava onto your phone if you text me another three hundred Japanese emoji.”
  • “What the fuck is swiping left and swiping right? I don’t fucking swipe anything, fuck that subtle shit. If I see it I take it and I don’t give a FUCK who’s looking, it’s mine.“
  • “I was using my Grandma’s computer and the last three searches on google were for the price of rat poison, some quotes on cheep funerals, and what the best dating sites are. Should I be worried about Grandpa?”
  • “Once I get paid that Hello Kitty Assault Rifle is MINE.”
  • “Godzilla must have a dick the size of a Winnebago, but we never get to see it? COME-ON TOHO COMPANY, GIVE US THE BUS SIZED LIZARD DICK”
  • “I am a gift from god himself, a treasure amongst you heathens, and I deserve to be fed as such.”
  • “Some people just, eat onions? Like they’re apples? Like they take a fucking bite out of an onion like it’s nothing? How do you fuck up as a person like that?”
  • “How do you super glue a four generation family tree back to its stump? Asking for a friend. His name is Redwood.”
  • “Nobody invited me out, which is too bad for them because my presence is a grace upon your otherwise lifeless existences.”
  • “You commit so much property damage when you’re drunk we should just call you Hurricane Fuckface.”
  • “You ever see a cake so beautiful you wanna fuck it? That’s how I felt when I ate my first phallic cake.”
  • “Having the flu isn’t an excuse to lay around all day sniffling. You know what would make you feel better? Infecting complete strangers, that’s what. Let’s go bowling!!”
  • “I!! Am not!! A person!! NO!!!”
  • “My friend tried to pull the ‘dick in the box’ joke on me, and then I kicked it. Now he’s in the hospital.”
  • “I tried to fuck an apple pie like in that one movie. It was pretty nice, until the next day when I found out I had a yeast infection.”
  • “Good morning. The cat took a shit in your shoes. Both of them. What do you want for breakfast?”
  • “Eat my food again and I’ll fling you into the sun by your ankles.”
  • “Girl, are you a plasma screen TV? Cause you be MAKING UP MOST OF THE ELECTRICITY BILL. FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS? WHAT’S EVEN PLUGGED IN IN YOUR ROOM?”
  • “You know someone who’s like, sort of ugly, sort of okay looking, but then their personality just pushes it over the edge and they’re just ugly? That’s you.”
  • “Here lies your reputation, in the trash next to the empty bear bottles and a dead raccoon.”
  • “Yeah asshole, reading my diary was EXACTLY the key to mending our relationship.”
  • “Ever since I let you borrow my laptop, Google won’t stop giving me ads for ammonia in bulk and empty storage lots nearby. What exactly were you doing last weekend?”
ARLEX, CHAPTER 2: PART ONE

Hey guys! Here’s the second chapter. This chapter will be split into two parts, because it ended up being a lot longer than I originally intended, and I didn’t want you guys to have to read such a long chapter. The second part will be up at some point tonight; I just need a break for a bit!

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Hellsing Abridged/RWBY

Glynda: So Qrow how was your mission in Mistral?

Qrow: Eh, I’d say ninety nine-

[Cut to Cinder stealing half of Amber’s power]

Qrow: - point nine percent finished. ‘sup?

Glynda: I need to talk to you about some important guests coming this evening.

Qrow: Are they hookers?

Glynda: No.

Qrow: And like that you’ve lost me.

Glynda: They’re our financial suppliers.

Qrow: Oh man they have to hate us right?

Glynda: They do, that’s why they cancelled our budget.

Qrow: Oh that’s bad, we need that right? Ozpin, we need that right?

Ozpin: Yes, Qrow, very important.

Qrow: Thank you, Ozpin.

Ozpin: Of course.

Glynda: Over the past few years we’ve had some… expensive claims.

Qrow: Such as?

Glynda: First off: Property Damage.

[Cue Fall of Beacon]

Qrow: Good times!

Glynda: Dozens of noise complaints.

Qrow: *loudly playing 'Bad Luck Charm’* BORING I CAN’T HEAR YOU!

Glynda: Killing at least a dozen innocent people.

Qrow: Oh so did Anthony Hopkins and he got an oscar for it!

Glynda: And…. all of the sexual harassment.

Qrow: …. I’m not apologising.

Glynda: Listen I know this is asking a lot but..

Qrow: But?

Glynda: I want you to keep yourself locked in the basement until all of them are gone.

Qrow: …. I get the distinct impression that you’re embarrassed of me.

Glynda: QROW.

Qrow: I’m gonna go with no.

Glynda: This is important and I don’t need you causing another scene.

Qrow: I don’t have to take this, I’m going for a walk.

Glynda: NO YOU DON’T!

Qrow: Oh what are you going to do? Get that guy who can stop me? What was his name? Michael McDoesn'tExist.

Glynda: *sigh* What. Do. You. Want?

Qrow: What?

Glynda: What, do I need to give you, to keep you down here for the evening?

Qrow: I’m going to need a new gun, also one for my niece.

Ruby: But I already have a gun!

Qrow: GET HER A SCYTHE, EVERYONE LOVES SCYTHES

Glynda: Anything else?

Qrow: A seventy inch… plasma wide screen TV.

Glynda: Really?

Qrow: With Netflix.

Glynda: Should it also be 3D?

Qrow: NO! THATS A STUPID GIMMICK AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT!

anonymous asked:

see, the problem I have with people lumping everything into "modern art" is that you get actually interesting pieces, and then things like "3 Strings" which is literally 3 strings hung from a ceiling, or this other piece I can't remember the name of that's a stick family drawn on a plasma tv screen. Note that these were all in a gallery. Modern art varies, and for every shitty thing there's a good thing.

Yeah it really does vary a lot. It’s like with most things, there’s good and there’s bad. It’s just that bad modern art LOOKS bad but also some people think it’s good because it’s done by a specific artist, which oftentimes defeats the purpose. Meanwhile there’s lots of really good artists who fail to get recognized, despite creating very nice looking art.

A lot of modern art gets passed up because it lacks any real form of symbolism, which to me is really nice because it places all the focus on the aesthetic quality of the work or the innovation of the medium. I saw one person who abused the qualities of 3d printers to create interesting designs. It was interesting because of her use of the medium, not what it meant, and that was nice to me.

anonymous asked:

Hi I was wondering if you could write just a bunch of stupid things that the adult did or just things that they are horribly bad at. I love your stories <3

Thank you!

-Levi once plunged Varia Mansion into complete darkness after an accidental static shock (caused from him touching a metal doorknob) creates a powerful backlash of static electricity

-Squalo has a habit of closing car doors on his hair

-Ryohei can’t make a pot of coffee to save his life. It always turns out sludgy, watery, or way too bitter, no matter what he does

-Haru thought she got locked in the outdoor shed and broke the window in order to get out. Turns out the door was only stuck and needed a good push

-Byakuran accidently left a bag of marshmallows in his car on a hot day, resulting in a very sweet, sticky mess

-Gokudera knocked over an ambitious soup can display with his grocery cart in his haste to get the shopping done, resulting in him paying for over two dozen broken cans

-Shamal once got catfished on an online dating site. Gokudera’s still trying to get the full story out of him

-Kyoko broke the entertainment room’s plasma screen TV after she threw a video game controller at it, an instinctive reaction to be being spooked by a moment in a horror game. She’s not allowed anywhere near virtual reality systems

-Bianchi mistook “Can you pick up Tsuna on your way home?” for “Can you pick up tuna on your way home?” She returned a few hours later with fresh fish

-Lal Mirch thought she overheard Colonnello describing the looks of another attractive woman, and she immediately tries to figure out who he’s talking about without letting him find out. Eventually she confronts Basil, and learns that she arrived and left at the wrong points in the conversation–Colonnello was talking about a car, not a girl

-Lussuria got distracted by his soap opera while he was ironing, creating a blackened mark on one of Xanxus’ shirts and activating the smoke alarms

-If he’s in a rush, there’s a good chance Tsuna will run into the sliding glass door leading to the backyard, and more than once he’s gotten a bloody nose from these accidents

*Vodka- Jakob Chychrun

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A/N: this isn’t edited and i didn’t read over so sorry if it’s shit!


You hadn’t seen your best friend, Logan Brown, all year. He had been so busy with hockey and you were away at college, the most you got were a few texts asking how you’d been. But, now it’s the off-season so now you get to hang out whenever. He brought you to a party with a bunch of his hockey friends, as well as college kids, and then disappeared, you hadn’t seen him for about an hour. You were getting impatient and decided to start looking for him. As you scoured the large house looking for your best friend, who was nowhere to be found, you began to get angry, finally giving up and going to the kitchen to grab a beer.

Of course he’s in the last place you look, pretty girls hanging all over him. They were also blocking your beer, which was just peachy. You waited and waited and he just never noticed that you were standing there, what a great best friend. You looked around for anything that you could drink just so you could get away from the grind fest going on in front of you. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, bolting out of the kitchen until you hit a brick wall of a person. You dropped the bottle of vodka and you’re lucky the guy had lightning reflexes, otherwise it would’ve shattered all lover the nice hardwood floors.

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It’s dark and rather quaint. A soothing haze rolls into your mind as your hand wraps around your drink. It’s seven on a weekday, no sports games are on tonight so the bar is relatively quiet. You’re sitting across from the very handsome Bruce Wayne, his glass of scotch is still untouched as you’re on your second cocktail.

 For the past few minutes you’ve sat in mutual silence, broken only by casual mentions of the day’s events. His company is really more then enough for you. That is until footage of batman flashes across the large plasma screen television in the front of the bar. 

 "Looks like the batman is on the news again.“ Your voice pours out in varying notes of indifference.

 "It seems to be the usual now,” Bruce can’t help but smirk. “I guess he’s hot news.” You just shrug, lips arching into a wide smile. Your eyes flicker to him for a second, he’s watching you intently, taking in the curve of your lips and the look in your eyes.  Your eyes fall back to the glass filled with Amber-brown liquid, hesitating only for a moment. 

 Yeah why not, you think as you take another sip of your drink, it’ll be something to laugh about in the least. 

 "Did you know some people say he’s a vampire?“ Bruce’s eyebrows raise at that. A lopsided grin arching onto his lips. 

 "Really?” You nod enthusiastically, your eyes widening slightly as you take another sip. 

 "That’s why he only works at night y'know.“ The words come out oozing with sarcasm, and Bruce can’t help but chuckle.

 "Is that the only rumor?” You shake your head, his mouth is still arched up in a pleasant smile, and you can’t help but indulge him. 

 "God no, there’s actually a website full of theories oh him,“ He has to ask you for the web address later. "one of my favorites was that he’s actually half man and half bat.”

 "Oh really?“ You arch an eyebrow and shrug, Bruce is almost about to double over laughing. It’s a bit of a relief to know you don’t take any of these seriously.

 "Yeah, it was a freak lab accident or something. He had bat DNA spliced right into him.” You grin when Bruce finally laughs. 

 "That sounds like something from a bad comic book.“ You can’t help but laugh, nodding as you sip some more of your drink. You whisper numerous rumors about batman into his ear, the ice in his scotch melts completely by the time you get to your favorite rumor. Your leaning closer to him with your elbow, your lips only a few inches from his ear. 

The other patrons at the bar think it’s something scandalous, that you’re murmuring words of seduction. But then you burst out laughing and the illusion is ruined entirely.

 "I think my favorite one is that batman is an embodiment of every innocent spirit that’s ever been wronged in Gotham” You’re not laughing anymore and neither is he. There’s a soft smile on your face as your eyes are cast towards the television. “I think that’s the one that’s probably the closest to the truth.” You admit, the segment on batman has long been over. Catching Bruce’s gaze you talk quickly to explain yourself. “Not the spirit thing necessarily, but that’s what he does in essence. He protects the innocence, probably because he’s been wronged by an unjust system.”

 You’ve had quite a few drinks tonight, so you don’t feel Bruce’s hand sliding over your own at first, not until his fingers thread through your own. 

 "I believe that too.“ He says, you don’t know if it’s the haze from the alcohol, but it almost looks like there are tears in his eyes. His grip is snug as his warmth spreads all along your fingers.

 "Whatever he is, I’m glad he’s here.” It’s your attempt to lighten the mood, a brisk laugh escaping your mouth. He only lifts your hand, pressing a soft kiss against your palm. His effect is almost instantaneous, your face erupting into a flaming red. He can’t help but grin, it’s a sweet reaction, endearing even when it comes from you. His other hand digs into his pocket leaving a crisp hundred dollar bill on the table.

 "Come with me?“ The smile that curls onto your face makes him smile.

 "Always.”

What I learned from TIME'S article on Trump after hours

-for dessert he eats two scoops of ice cream and a slice of chocolate cream pie
-Pence on the other hand has fruit for dessert
-Pence takes his lemonade with two scoops of sugar
-There is a 60" plasma screen TV and sometimes they just watch TV together
-Trump put in that chandelier
-They didn’t have to paint a room because there was already a coat of gold paint underneath the current paint so they just scraped it away
-They’re painting that door yellow
-Trump loves thousand island dressing
- Pence likes vinaigrette
-Trump has 2 cups of sauce with his chicken, everyone else one
- Trump disposed of Obama’s modern art
- Trump replaced the burgundy curtains with gold ones
- Trump keeps moving one of the flags in the oval office around because he can’t decide where to put it
- They built that armoire special for Lincoln so he could see his entire self in the mirror. He had some trouble after his son died. “Melancholy they say.”
- It’s just a guestroom, chill
- Trump doesn’t know what most of the rooms are called
- Trump is trying to remember white house trivia but it is really hard

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Plasma ball demonstrations Part II

Top row: Helium, krypton, and neon noble gases are ionized in their glass tubes. The plasma globe’s strong electric field rips the electrons off their atoms and as they return to their various orbitals (levels around an atom) they give off light in that element’s characteristic spectrum.

Bottom row: The plasma ball provides a safe source of high voltage that allows the use of cathode ray tubes (you can also find them in a plasma television screen) to explore how electrons are deflected by magnetic fields. 

Part I here.

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Rotom was written by Guest Professor Austin, who you may remember from Darkrai!


Rotom is the plasma pokemon. It has the ability to change form into different appliances.

First off, let us figure out what plasma is, and how it may help rotom change shape. Plasma is an electrically neutral medium made of unbound positive and negatively charged particles. Plasma is one of the four fundamental states of matter. Plasma can be created by heating up a gas or subjecting it to an electromagnetic field. This makes certain molecules lose electrons and certain ones gain electrons, creating ions. Like gas, it doesn’t have a definite shape unless in a closed container. But unlike gas, if influenced by an electromagnetic field, it may form shapes and structures. Plasma is also an extreme electrical conductor, and in many cases, its conductivity could be treated as infinite.

Now what does plasma look like? Well, in the universe, it is the most abundant form of ordinary matter, and what makes up a good portion of the ordinary matter universe (not including dark matter and stuff)? Stars! And stars are giant balls of plasma. In case none of you have seen a star up close, another common form of plasma on Earth is a neon sign. Or another common place to see plasma is in a plasma ball.

We already know that rotom is an electric type no matter what form he is in. And when electricity travels, it creates an electromagnetic field. So we can assume that inside his body, electricity is constantly flowing, allowing him to maintain his shape. 

How does he change forms? Rotom “possesses” the electronic devices by changing its body shape and inhabiting the circuity of the item. Any electric current, batteries, etc. that controlled the machine is now controlled by rotom–now made of rotom. Rotom is the current, the electrons, the power which runs through the wires and controls the machine. This explains why Rotom is able to inhabit a television, and other electrical devices without motors. It’s not the motors that it cares about. It’s plasma body can inhabit these machines in various ways - think of a “plasma screen TV” after all.

But in the anime, it mentions that rotom inserts its body into electrical devices to take them over, but it doesn’t actually require the devices to change forms. So perhaps rotom inserts it body into an electrical device, then remembers how to change into that device. It can then change its electromagnetic field, by adjusting the flow in electricity in his body, allowing it to turn back into the shape of that device at will.

Rotom is made of plasma, which allows it to change its shape and possess electronic objects by changing its electric field.

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“Kyungsoo did you bring in all the boxes?”

“Yes baby, everything’s out of the van.”

You and Kyungsoo have been dating for a while now, and you both agreed that it was time to take the relationship a bit further. You already practically lived with him, so moving in permanently would save on rent and gas. You were there almost every day and spent more nights at his place than your own.

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Concept: its a plasma screen the tv head in question can reach into and pull stuff out depending on the station

want some weird As Seen On Tv gadget? Just wait for the commercial to come on

Please do not attempt with cartoons, actors, or large sums of money

Joker: Marry Me

Words count: 1174

Warning: None, kissing in the end and that’s it.

Summery: Joker proposes to you, part two of To The Rescue.

“J where are we going?” You ask as you look out of the private plane.

It has been a few days since your birthday and what happened at the club. J just told you today to pack some clothes for a hot weather. He didn’t say anything else.

“You’ll see in time doll.” He smirks as he looks at your disappointed face, knowing that you’ll love the place he’s taking you.

“Well it be long?” You ask him yawning. It was too early for you.

“Yes, come here baby girl.” J said and opened his arms for you, you stand from your seat and got to set next to him on the sofa. You lay your head on his lap and close your eyes while J plays with your hair.

***

“Wake up (y/n), we’re here.” You open your eyes slowly, to see that the plane had landed and you were ready to get out of the plane, and see where J hast taken you.

You sit you and stretch before walking out of the plane to find yourself, in a place near a beach. You smile excited, since Gotham has no beach. You yell in excitement and hug J.

“Thank you.” You whisper in his ear and kiss his cheek. A vacation was what you needed.

“Come on, you haven’t even seen the best part yet.” Joker say and takes your hand and leads you to a waiting Ferrari. You both get inside and J drives very fast to someplace un-known to you. You bags left for the men to bring.

You look out the window and watch the fast changing scene. Soon J slows down to a beautiful house with its own beach from what you could see. Once J parked you get out of the car and walk to the door, not waiting for J.

You open the door to see a beautiful open house, it had an open kitchen and a big living room, with plasma TV screen. Big window led to a pool and a Jacuzzi. And a pathway was made to the beach where a big bed stood with a canopy over the bed, with black sheets.

You let out a tear slip. This is exactly what you needed, after the events that happened on your birthday. You quickly turn around and throw yourself into J’s arms.

“This is amazing.” You comment and smile. “Thank you.” You kiss him quickly but deeply, before you go back inside to explore the rest of the house.

Here was a big bedroom, with a walk on closet you knew immediately that it’s the master bed room. The in suite was marvelous, it had a big bathtub and a shower that had the water coming from the ceiling. There was a theater, a game room and other bed rooms. When you walked again in the master bed room, you found your bags. You unpacked quickly, and walked back down stairs.

“J!” You yell for your boyfriend.

“Right here, doll!” You walk outside to see him with a man, you didn’t know.

“What’s going on?” You asked him and looked at the man.

“Nothing, I have a surprise for you, in my bag there’s a dress, I want you to wear it and get ready for tonight, okay?” J said gently.

“Okay.” You say and kiss his cheek before walking back inside and to the bed room. In J’s bag, you found a beautiful floor length red dress. You smiled at how it flowed it was tight on the top but very flows at the bottom.

You did your hair and make-up, you put on blood red lipstick.

It took you an hour to get ready, then you slipped on the dress, it fits you perfectly, as if I was made just for you.

You put on a pair of black heels that you brought with you. You walked back downstairs to find little candles on each side of the stairs making an aisle for you to follow. It led you outside, you gasped when you saw J, not wearing any makeup and he removed all the green hair dye from his hair. You got a hold of your dress and raised it a bit to make walking easier. In no time you were standing in front of J who stood proudly in his suit.

“Oh god.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “What’s going on?”

“Don’t worry baby girl, everything’s fine.” He assured you his voice calm and steady.

J took a hold of your hand and he pulled you to where a table was set with two chair and your favorite food.

J pulled your chair for you and you sat down he soon did the same.

You were confused about what was happening. What was he doing?

“J what’s going on? Why did you do all this?” You asked again looking around.

“I wanted to make it up for your birthday.” He said and you smiled. “It didn’t go as planned.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. “This means so much to me. No one has ever done anything like that for me.”

“You deserve more, baby girl. And as long as you are my girl nothing will ever bother you again.” J said and tears gathered in your eyes. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

“I love you J”

“I love you too (y/n).”

You ate your food as J told you jokes, soon you were finished. J stands and walks to the bed, when you don’t follow he turns to you.

“Come on, baby.”


You do as he says and walk up to him, he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer. He made you sit of the edge of the bed,


before he knelled in front of you, J took your hand in one of his.

“(y/n), baby we’ve been together for a long time, you’ve stood by be every day since we met. You stood by me when I was weak and when I was strong, you were always there when I needed someone. I could not go another day without making you officially mine.” He reaches into his pocket and takes out a small box. “Will you make me the happiest criminal and marry me.”

As tears ran down your face, you nodded and let out a small yes.

“Oh god yes.” You said again more strongly now. You pulled him close and smashed your lips on his. You broke apart and J slipped on the ring. Before kissing again, J started to move upwards making you lean backwards until your back was pressed to the bed. J was leaning over you, you pulled at his hair bringing him closer as your lips danced together. J raised your skirt up and pulled you closer by your thighs.

You made love that night, on the bed on the beach, your night full of love and kisses, it was the start of something powerful, something beautiful.

concept: The movie Iron Man 4 has premiered, it begins with a pan over tony stark’s house, cut to find him sitting on the couch with pepper in front of a large plasma screen tv. it’s movie night. they’ve popped some popcorn and look very cozy with pillows and blankets all around. tony is smiling softly. he has sought out counseling and is currently working to come to terms with his parents’ death and cope with his ptsd. the entire movie is just him on the couch with pepper, being happy.

I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo,
DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunk
We made a right, then made a left, then made a right
Then made a left, we was just circling life.
My mama called – “Hello? What you doin’?” “Kicking it” -
I should’ve told her I’m probably bout to catch my first offense with the homies

But they made a right, then made a left then made a right
Then another right
One lucky night with the homies

—  Kendrick Lamar’s “The Art of Peer Pressure” from Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City