pulls station

texts from last night: vixx
  • hakyeon: someone put pennies in the dorm toilet. this isn’t a fucking wishing well??
  • ken: hey sorry for calling you so much last night. i mixed your number with the pizza guys, and he was running late
  • leo: i have a tab of a google image search of onion rings open and it is making me so happy.
  • ravi: the cashier at the gas station pulled a twig out of my hair and told me I should probably wash it before work….it was kinda sweet.
  • hongbin: im only wearing socks and eating tuna, don’t do this to me right now.
  • hyuk: i think someone tried to make a huge bowl of ramen in my bathtub. there’s noodles everywhere in my bathroom.

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You Should Know Better Pt.3

Summary: During class, Natalie arrives late and as a punishment, Joe demonstrates a procedure on her. As a result, things begin to shift in their relationship and blood begins to boil - in a good way. 
POV: Natalie
Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie, Landon
Word Count: 2582
Author’s Note: This picks up four days later…blah, blah, blah. ALL ABOARD THE SMUT TRAIN BECAUSE IT’S PULLING OUT OF THE STATION SOON. 
Parts: 3/-  (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Four) (Part Five)  (Part Six) (Part Seven)
Quote:   “Before we start, do you give me permission to touch you?”
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The Story of Us

Prologue || 

✮ Chapter One: The Weekend ✮

Word Count: 3055

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Friday evening 

If there was any part of Riley that thought her parents were using the ‘sending her away’ argument as an empty threat again that’s certainly not the case anymore as Riley sulks at the back of a bus as it leaves the airport she just arrived at.

The worst part about it was that Riley was packed and sent off in a matter of days. Part of the punishment was that Riley wasn’t even allowed to see her friends before she left.

With her head resting against the glass window Riley stares out and watches as the view fades from city to country and if she wasn’t so bitter about the forced lifestyle change then she might of actually enjoyed the scenic drive.

The bus pulls into the station - if you could call an old wooden bench with a sign that reads ‘bus station’ a station. Riley gets off the bus with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. When her feet hit the dirt road beneath her Riley sees nothing but trees and wide open fields. Awkwardly she stands there not knowing what to do but once the bus pulls away Riley spots a hardened looking man resting again a car just up the road. With a heavy sigh she treks over to him.

“Riley,” He nods once she approaches.

Grandpa,” Riley says in a mock excited voice.

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Amateur Night

Summary: Sam and Dean need cash after a hunt and, when they discover there’s no where to hustle pool, turn to amateur night at a local strip club.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Pairings: None

Word Count: 480

Warnings: a little bit of cursing; implied nakedness

A/N: Just a little drabble about everyone’s favorite brothers based on this lovely gif

Originally posted by eclipsedbydestiel

“I can’t believe we just had to destroy the only bar in a 50 mile radius,” Dean grumbled as he and Sam climbed into the Impala.  He turned the key and pulled onto the road, pointing his baby toward the motel.  “Shit, Sam, give me your wallet.  We need gas and I’m out of cash.”

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Traffic: Part 2

I really liked writing the Traffic fic, so I had to write another for it. You guys have been so sweet, thank you! :3 Agh, @strongenoughfoundation i gotta tag you one more time, this is the last Ignition fic XD

By the time the traffic let up enough for the car to inch forward, you were so fed up with Lin’s rapping, you practically cheered when you began to move. That was nothing compared to the way you actually cheered when the car pulled into a gas station.

“Thank god!” you exclaimed, tossing your arms up. Lin chuckled at you as he drove the car to a free parking space toward the end of the lot. “Thank GOD!” Okay, I need water, and a Snickers bar, and earbuds!“

Lin lifted his hand in a what-the-hell gesture. “Why do you need earbuds?”

“To drown you out if another song you know comes on,” you returned, and he shot you a wide-eyed look, hand splayed at his chest in mock outrage. You stuck your tongue out in reply, then slid your feet off the seat to work them back into the sandals you’d abandoned earlier. As you slipped them on, you snuck a quick glance up at Lin, then down again. You could feel another blush starting to creep up into your face.

Truthfully, even with all of the joking, you were having a hard time concentrating. And it was all his fault, of course. Why did he have to go and kiss you like that, take you so off-guard? Not that you’d minded. Damn, you could hardly think straight when Lin kissed you and you certainly didn’t have a problem with it. It was just…you two were best friends. What if this didn’t mean as much to him as it did to you? You weren’t sure if you could handle a halfway relationship, not with him.

That was why you waited until he parked and shut the car off to take a quick breath. “Hey, listen,” you began, pausing to lick your lips nervously. “Earlier, uh…was that your way of….confessing or something?”

Lin stilled with his door halfway open. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t dare look up. You would only blush harder and then make a complete fool of yourself. “Do you mean when I kissed you?” he asked, a tinge of warmth in his words.

Oh yeah, you definitely blushed harder then, and nodded silently. You set your hand on your door’s handle, about to get out because his attention on you like this was too much. Then he spoke again. “Listen, um. I’m sorry if that made things weird. I just… Shit.” He let out a rough breath and you glanced up quickly. “I just thought you felt the same, but…maybe you don’t. So you can forget about it, if you want.”

The sadness in his voice made your heart ache. Then he was getting up out of the car and shutting the door behind him, motions slowed. Panic crashed over you and you fumbled to get your door open. “Lin, wait!” you stammered. “Wait a minute!” You kicked the door open, wincing because it was Lin’s car you just attacked, then scrambled out.

He watched you with wide eyes as you hurried around the car and halted in front of him. “I—I do,” you managed, slightly breathless. “Feel the same, I mean.”

He blinked at you, taken aback. “Really?” he half-laughed, sounding so innocent, and so happy, and so damn LIN, that you honestly couldn’t handle it.

“Just c'mere already,” you snapped, grabbing him by the collar and yanking your mouths together. There was a muffled noise of shock from him and he tensed. Then you angled your head, caught his lower lip between your teeth, and he wrapped his arms around you. And wow, you should’ve kissed Lin for a lot longer the first time, because this was like fire under your skin. His fingers curled in the fabric of your tank top, knuckles grazing your back. When he pressed his lips to yours harder, kissing you like he couldn’t get enough, you let out a little whine. His mouth curved up smugly and you wanted to punch him.

Instead, you planted your hands on his chest and shoved him up against the side of his car. You heard him gasp, and now it was you smirking into the kiss, sliding your hands up to the back of his neck. You kept going, wanting to see him unravel; your fingers threaded up into his hair and you leaned into him, bodies flush together. He made a sound that was dangerously close to a moan and only then did you break the kiss.

Inches apart, you stared at each other. Neither of you were really breathing at this point and you were now very aware of the fact that you were in a parking lot. Clearing your throat, you dropped your hands back down to his shoulders. “So um. Yeah. I definitely feel the same.”

Lin grinned back at you, eyes flicking down to his shoes in a show of adorable bashfulness. “Yeah. I figured.” And then, because he couldn’t resist: “It was the Ignition thing that won you over, right?”

“If you mention that again, I will break up with you.”

I need to tell y’all a story about work today.

We got this really old man who came in and only spoke Russian. As a rule we only allow patients back first, get their IV’s started, then bring family. However I hate not being able to introduce myself to people and just let them know what my name is. So I pull out my phone and pull up the Google Translate app, put it on English to Russian, and say “Hello, my name is Indy and I’m going to help you.” then quickly show him the translation. He looks at it and gives me a very weird look. I think “Huh must have been the wrong language?” I just quickly start getting him ready after that by doing his vitals.

A few minutes later I’m standing at the nurses station and pull out my phone to pass the time. The first thing to pop up after the unlock screen? The translation app. Know what the phone actually translated?

“Hi my name is Indy and I’m going to hell.”

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Colin Ferguson is the perpetrator of the Long Island Rail Road Shooting which occured on December 7, 1993. The attack took the lives of six people and wounded as many as nineteen. On that fateful day in December of 1993, Ferguson purchased a ticket for the eastbound train to Hicksville, New York, carrying a legally purchased handgun and a canvas bag filled with ammunition. Minutes before the train arrived at the Merillon Avenue Station, Ferguson pulled out his 9-mm Ruger semiautomatic handgun and began firing random shots, fatally hitting six passangers. When Ferguson stopped shooting to refill his gun, three men took the chance and pinned him to a seat. He was apprehended thereafter. According to the man who tackled him to the ground, Ferguson realized what he had done for a split second and said “Oh god, what did I do? What did I do? I deserve whatever I get.” Ferguson had been planning the shooting for a long time and was motivated by racism– something he had been obsessed with. Reports show that he often had problems with that issue and tended to argue with others about that topic and accused those around him of racism, although he often made racist remarks himself. On one occasion, Ferguson claimed that a woman he shared classes with at Adelphi University made racist epithets after he had asked her about class assignments. One of the professors at the university investigated the allegation and found out that it wasn’t the case at all. In 1991, Ferguson was suspended from the university due to ongoing threats of violence against others. Fergusons former landlord Patrick Denis also stated that he once told him “I’m such a great person. There must be only one thing holding me back. It must be white people.” Months before the shooting, Ferguson reportedly began to speak in third-person– something he continued in court when he was tried for the murders. Ferguson chose to represent himself, claiming that he wasn’t responsbile for the shooting and that he was a victim of racist conspiracy. On February 17, 1995, Ferguson was sentenced to 315 years and eight months in prison for the murder of six passengers and nineteen attempted murders.

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▼TVD Songlist | 8x11 - You Made a Choice to Be Good

  • “In The Pits” - Muuy Biien

Scene: Bonnie wakes up in the car as Enzo drives; she receives a text from Caroline about the bucket list she buried in the time capsule

Scene: Bonnie cheers as Enzo drag races in a car track

  • “Sleepy Tiger” - Cynnamon

Scene: Caroline meets Matt at the Mystic Grill

Scene: Stefan pulls into a gas station

  • “Hard To Believe” - The Rebel Light

Scene: At the Mystic Grill, Caroline and Matt tell Dorian that Cade is in town

Scene: Damon joins Caroline at The Mystic Grill and tells her the plan didn’t work

  • “Back To Earth” - The Wild Reeds

Scene: Caroline offers Dorian her blood for protection

Scene: Bonnie tells Enzo that she wants to use the cure on Cade; he assures her they don’t need the cure to be happy

  • “How Can I Make You Remember Me?” - Hammock

Scene: Bonnie holds Enzo’s body and screams in grief

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…Annd the angst train pulls back into the station. Toot toot.

My excuse for this one is that I woke up from a dream and the basic concept of this fic was the only detail I could remember, and then I had to write it or let it eat at me.

So:

“The pharaoh wasn’t the only one who always knew his days were numbered.

Or, what if Kaiba was already dying? What if the end of DSoD was just him taking control of the time and place?”

Amortentia (Ashton/4)

Hello again! Nearly three months since @0kbutmichaelclifford hosted her Hogwarts!5SOS Blurb night and I’m still thinking about this concept! Never enough Hogwarts!5SOS if you ask me… I hope you’ll enjoy the 6k+ (I know, but apparently I don’t get the definition of a blurb!) of Hogwarts!Ashton below. Let me know what you think? 

1. Potions Class

You’re yawning when you walk into the dungeon, following your housemates into the Sixth Year Potions class. It’s Monday morning, first class of the new semester and it seems as if both Gryffindors and Slytherins alike have a lot to share with their friends.

The Hogwarts Express had pulled into Hogsmeade Station on Saturday evening, bringing back the students who’d gone home over Christmas break, and clearly most inter-House friends hadn’t had a chance to catch up yet. The chatter is loud, but somehow still quiet; alerting you that something’s missing. You revel in the extra couple of moments without the worst sound known to you: The Giggle. You rest your head on your table, cushioned by your bag, while you count your blessings of some extra Ashton Irwin-free moments on top of the Ashton Irwin-free day yesterday.

(According to the rumor mill, Irwin visited family abroad over break and had been unable to catch the train back. He’d arrived late Sunday evening, after curfew, and the late hour had kept him from showing his face in the Slytherin Common Room to visit two of his sidekicks: Michael Clifford and Luke Hemmings, two of your Fifth Year housemates.)

Alas, your luck eventually runs out and Irwin shows up for class. Fortunately for you, so does Professor Slughorn and the old man doesn’t waste time: after hurriedly greeting the group of students, he beckons you all to the front of the class where several cauldrons are stood simmering. Many of your classmates are greedily breathing in the intoxicating fumes wafting off the unidentified potions and you roll your eyes: how did these idiots even make it to N.E.W.T. level Potions when they pull stunts like sniffing potentially toxic vapors?

One cauldron, obviously attracting the most attention from your fellow students, is soon identified: the way the people surrounding you are gluttonously breathing in the fumes makes it easy. Slughorn points at you to explain the potion to your peers. (You’re not surprised by it: both you and your class have already made peace with your role as Slughorn’s star pupil.)

“That’s Amortentia, the world’s most dangerous love potion.” You start. You hear someone scoffing and you don’t need to look to identify the person: Ashton Irwin has never dealt well with being second-best. You glare at him and he sticks out his tongue. Shaking off his childishness, you continue explaining.

“The potion causes the drinker to grow an infatuation with the one who administered it. Beware: it is not love; the potion needs to keep being fed to the drinker if one wants the effects to last. The mother-of-pearl sheen and the spiraling steam are two of its most noticeable characteristics. Also, the potion smells differently to every individual, depending on what that person finds attractive.”

“Very good, Miss Y/L/N,” Professor Slughorn praises. “5 points for Slytherin. Care to share what you smell? For the sake of this class, of course.”

Professor Slughorn winks at you and you grin. Before you can answer however, someone else shares their input. (You’d be more surprised if he hadn’t opened his mouth.)

“Allow me to guess, Professor,” You have to hand it to the kid, though: he never did keep his distaste for you under the teachers’ radar. “Y/N is a complicated person, after all. No one really knows whether she comes from a long line of Acromantulas or Dementors…”

You interrupt him, ever so politely, but with a tone as poisonous as your supposed ancestors. “It’s not so much an ‘or’-matter, Irwin, as it is an ‘and’-matter. And don’t worry, you can’t please either one of my bloodlines despite your valiant efforts of being noticed. Not the Dementor one, since you already are a sad excuse of a human being and not the Acromantula one either, since I’ve never seen someone as tasteless as yourself.”

You smile finely at him, your classmates sniggering behind their hands, and Irwin’s right eye twitches. (You mentally congratulate yourself: the eye-twitch was always the ultimate end to your feuds. It usually only takes one more push before Irwin starts blowing things up, throws hexes your way, and inevitably lands himself in detention for another week. Call it one of your talents, if you will.)

“I’ll keep it short,” You turn back to Professor Slughorn and the man gives you a wry smile, still somewhat keeping an eye on a probably less-than-amused Irwin. “I smell the Quidditch Pitch, vanilla candles and the waxy scent of the vinyl Muggle records I collect.”

“Very well, my dear,” The old man excitedly claps his hands and shoos everyone back to their worktables. “Now it’s your turn: 2 hours ‘til the end of class. Should be just enough time for you to brew your own Amortentia. Ingredients are in the supply closet like always. Samples are left in a named vial at the front of the class in the panniers for your House and the remainder of your potion should be Vanished before you leave the classroom. Best of luck to you!”

The remainder of the class progresses without much difficulties (other than the occasional smart remark from Irwin). By the end of the two hours, you bring your sample to the front like instructed.

While you’re busy doing so however, someone else casts a Notice-Me-Not-charm on themselves and manages to steal a sample of your potion before you can empty out your cauldron. They’re careful not to swap your scantling with theirs when leaving theirs in the basket full of Gryffindor vials and hastily exiting the dungeon…


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Everything you are is a compilation of the people you have met or loved. You love the smell of gasoline because your dad used to breathe deep and smile when he pulled up to the station. You bite your tongue when you’re tickling someone because your mother used to. You smoke cigarettes because you saw a beautiful girl do it once in a movie. Your laugh is built off of every laugh you heard as a small developing child. You love Elliot Smith records because a pretty boy played his vinyls the first time you laid in his arms and felt at home. You love chocolate milk because of Saturday morning cartoons with your brother. You put a pencil behind your ear because your grandfather always did. You think lame jokes are funny because of the funny girl with freckles who told them every morning on the bus ride to school.

Everything you are is pieces of someone else. And someone else is pieces of you too.

—  Halsey (Jan 16, 2014)

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Awkward prompt: Emma and Neal have a date at Granny's as they promised. But Neal has to babysit again and brings Gideon there. The couple is hesitate to talk in front of the boy. Suddenly Gideon begins to tell the things he thinks he likes about Emma. He says this is a game that his parents often do and asks Emma and Neal to do this together.

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         Astoria Abigail Greengrass (later Malfoy) couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment she became the person for who the Slytherin boys (read: Malfoy, Nott, Zabini) would go to unreasonable lengths to protect (keep in mind they are Slytherin in the time of the War, not some foolish Gryffindorks knights in shining armor). 

       Maybe it started in her first day of Hogwarts in the Express when her always cheerful sister would introduce Astoria to a rather bored and arrogant bunch of third year Slytherin with ,,Everyone, this is my little sister Astoria. She will spend the ride with us. Don’t get her mad, she is known for punching the person who annoys her’’.

      Maybe the boys found the introduction intriguing, she couldn’t say by their neutral expressions (anyway it was Daphne who could read people like open books, not her), because they silently made room for the green eyed brunette. Minutes after the train pulled out of station Theo gave her no less than his favorite Muggle book ,,The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald this way saving her from boredom and starting their rather strange friendship.

     Maybe it was that time in her second year when Draco hexed that fourth year guy to the moon and back, because he tried to take advantage of her and became her not-so-discrete shadow for a week.

     Maybe it was everytime Blaise would taunt her to eat after she experienced on her skin Umbridge’s reign of terror and started losing considerable weight. 

    But no less the Little Greengrass was under their protection and no one ever tried to question it, even that annoying, clingy Parkinson.

      Let’s make things clear Astoria bloody Greengrass didn’t need their protection she could very well handle this on her own. She was always too smart for her age or any age, cunning and resourceful. Like all the House of Greengrass she knew her Aces and how to play them, but it was reassuring to have someone by her side, someone who cared enough to risk their skin.

      She was a kid, far younger than any who where walking on the two edged blade a.k.a the so called Grey Area, where the only side was loyalty to yourself, your peers and your family. Where The Cause was slow death and Potter&Crew was a very quick one. Where the only goal was survival. The Slytherin boys cloaked her into darkness, making her as invisible as possible. 

     The Death Eathers and the Dark Lord could not know about Little Greengrass, the person who was the key to their doom or salvation.


Hey brilliant people. This is my first attempt on really writing something. It’s about Astoria, because I love her and she’s a mistery and you can make her anything you want. I know it’s a little crappy. I would appreciate very much if you would say what you think about it *insert the intense puppy eyes*.

                                                                            Love you, Alexa ♥♥♥

I’m a river, almost empty
a man in steel-toed boots
and paint splattered overalls.

A raw, unshaped human
little more than a naive child
I was in a daze as I descended.

On the edge of losing control
I didn’t stay for the end of the game
I didn’t understand the scoring,

I blew a kiss to the crowd, laughing
then I glanced up
the subway was already pulling into the next station

before I was even fully away that I was on it.

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It had been so long since Y/N had seen either of the Gecko boys. They had been best friends as kids–almost inseparable–but that all came to an end when her mother got a job out of state. Over the years she had thought thought trying to track her friends down but she had no idea where she would start seeing as their weren’t living in her hometown anymore. It was by luck that Richie spotted when she pulled into the gas station. Now here they stood reunited and feeling as though no time has passed at all.

“Still causing trouble?” Y/N asked with a playful smirk, knowing that if the boys were truly the same then they would have some great stories to tell.

The brothers shared a look that Y/N didn’t understand before turning their attention back on her.

“Always.”

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"Everyday was pulled off us radio stations. There's a rumour that there's going to be another single from dw." OMG OMG OMG

stay calm it’s just a rumour, we’ll panic when something more concrete happens

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└ We get to see Neens shove shout *ahem* show his love for Oh-chan.  The brat~~

Cr: Music Station 21.10.2016 (Ai wo sakebe+Don’t You Get It? Medley)