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full offense but if jeffree star actually felt bad about all his racist comments and was a changed person he would have apologized and addressed it YEARS ago rather than blocking anybody who calls him out and calling them derogatory names over it lol like sis,,,.. you’ve had 12 years? and ….NEVER thought to address this until now when suddenly its affecting your career? qwhite interesting :-)


Tina: Oh my god, I’m so hungover. I’ve never been this hungover.
Graves: I feel great. I ran 5k this morning.
Tina: Really? 
Graves: No, I threw up in the shower. 

(Parks and Recreation; season 3, episode 13: The Fight) 

This summer I (1) am working a 40 hour a week job, (2) agreed to assist with a 2017 survey of health law, (3) am working on a cybersecurity certification, (4) actually am meeting with a dietitian in an effort to Get Healthy Or Whatever

and yet knowing all this has not stopped me from reaching out to one of my professors about his research assistant position.

………..someone should really stand next to me and whack my knuckles with a ruler whenever I browse the school’s career website

Sons of Lawrence #13

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
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“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”

Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”

James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”

Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”

Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”

“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.

Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”

There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.

“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.

James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”

He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.

Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.

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About Ted’s escape attempts at Florida State Prison : “The first he had initiated on his own and had worked at nightly, filing away at his cell bars and pasting them back together with dirt-dyed toothpaste. When his work was discovered by a guard during a routing tapping of the cell bars, he was transferred to the disciplinary cell block. There, to his surprise and delight, he found himself in the middle of another plot in progress. His first night in solitary, Ted told me with some relish, he had heard scurrying outside his cell. He couldn’t see what was going on because the cell had double doors, with outside door having just enough room to shove meal trays through. The noise had sounded like rats, but the shadows cast had looked much larger.

On the second night Tad had sent out a coded message on a bar of soap attached to a string: “I know there’s something going on, let me in.” No answer. The next night Ted had sent his message out again, this time including a threat to squeal. By return soap bar he learned they had fashioned keys with their toothbrushes and were able to let themselves out at night to roam the hallway and smoke marijuana they bought from the guards. Ted wanted a key, so, as often as he could, he would send his toothbrush out in the hallway attached to his line, and another inmate would retrieve it with another string with a hook attached. The unofficial locksmith would make some tentative cuts and send it back down the line. Ted would test it in his door and return it. He had been in love with the project.

Finally, the night came when he stepped out in the hallway. There were other inmates, mingling, lounging, getting high.

Ted had said, “Let’s go. It’s just a matter of time before this operation is blown. We’ve got to go now.”

“We can’t go,” the other had protested. “The razor wire would tear us to shred.”

Ted’s reaction was, “So what? it’s better than sitting here waiting to die. At least we’d have a chance to be free!” Then their real reason for staying behind came out.

“But where would we go once we got out?”

Ted was dumbfounded.

“Where wouldn’t you go?”

when the kid who thinks they’re real good at singing turns a jam sesh into their own personal concert

anonymous asked:

You know those huge, rabbit-sized rats? Imagine them around the size of a Cybertronian's pede. What do you think would be MTMTE Rodimus, Megarton, Whirl and Rung's reaction to seeing it, and their reaction to their cybertronian s/o screaming bloody murder at it? (I saw one in the attic... Also I didn't see anything about character number in your rules, so sorry if it's too much. <3 U !!)

I’ve never seen big rats that sounds scary!!! I live in Florida; the rodents are pretty small but the bugs are huge. 

Rodimus is screaming with you. He throws you over his shoulder while yelling for Ultra Magnus and climbing onto his desk. 

Megatron is really good at pretending he’s not dying inside. You’re told to stop screaming so you won’t scare the little guy into getting aggressive. Calmly, he captures it before realizing he has no idea what to do with it. It ends up becoming Swerve’s pet. Everyone hates this.

LBR Whirl shoots it. Whatcha screamin about? 

Rung is done. He’s just gonna nope on out. Not this shit, not today, no thank you. He’s calling some other poor sucker to deal with this. He’s disinfecting his whole office. He’s sleeping in your berth because what if there’s one in his quarters? 

Gone: Chapter 4

A/N: I know you guys are probably fed up with this, but I have every intention of seeing it through. Thanks to everyone who send me feedback on the previous chapter, I really appreciate it so much! And thanks to everyone sticking with me and Jay through all this torture.

This is THE CHAPTER by the way. Not the final chapter, but you know what’s gonna happen. It’s time.

Thanks to @justkillingtimewhileiwait & @allenting for all the help with this fic and all the support! You two are the best <3

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Prompt - WinterIron, Vampire!Bucky, Human!Tony

Prompt: ‘’Soo, since you’re taking prompts I was wondering if you’d be willing to write some WinterIron with Vampire!Bucky trying to woo the adorable but completely clueless Human!Tony? (With the added difficulty that vampires do not lie or evade truths when they’re wooing as a sign of respect for their intended?)’’

Sooooo, I doubt that it’s exactly what you wanted, but my brain kind of went away with this version and I just followed, because it was really fun to write.

Hope you like it anyway :)

Tony was drunk. Which, okay, it was probably not very surprising, after all it was pretty well-known that alcohol and him were pretty much best friends.

But he was maybe slightly more drunk than he had thought, because. Because. There was a guy in front of him and- he was wearing a silver cape. And not like, the kinda-fashionable capes that you payed a fortune to wear - and that were ugly as fuck - oh, no, a full-on medieval cape, with mysterious scarlet patterns on it and a freakingly huge collar.

“What the FUCK?!?” Tony exclaimed, maybe - just maybe - slightly louder than was recommended when it was 3AM and you were on a residential street. But fuck, the guy was wearing a cape, and Tony had always felt a bit of compassion for Vernon Dursley.

He could hear the guy mumble something which sounded very much like “shit” and then he turned around and Tony just wanted to emphasize that his initial reaction was probably the most appropriate one.
Because, first, the guy was extremely handsome - tall, muscular, beautiful red mouth, longish hair well-cut: he checked all the cases in Tony’s perfect man profile. But well, the slight problem was, that his skin sparkled and… were his eyes red?
Oh no, Tony was going to die. Either assassinated in a street next to a pile of garbage and a dozen of rats, by the sound of it; or because of alcohol intoxication, because even during his wildest years, he had never ever drank enough to see a creepy guy impersonating Dracula.

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anonymous asked:

what i want: more off-the-wall tropey vader fic, a la star trek. the executor passes through an Energy Field In Space that causes everyone to revert to their first language. vader is suddenly even more silent than usual, for fear of revealing that he speaks huttese like a tatooine street rat


Ratatouille  {Sentence Starters}

  • “It isn’t stealing if no one wants it.”
  • “I killed a man… with THIS thumb.”
  • “I was just trying to stay out of trouble!”
  • “Did you nod? Have you been nodding?”
  • “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted.”
  • “Can I interest you in a dessert this evening?”
  • “Should I be concerned about this? About you?”
  • “When all is said and done, we’re all we’ve got.”
  • “Keep your station clear… or I WILL KILL YOU!”
  • “This is the way things are. You can’t change nature.”
  • “The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations.”
  • “We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read.”
  • “Okay, I’m gonna let you out now. But we’re together on this, right?”
  • “The world we live in belongs to the enemy. We must live carefully.”
  • “It’s like you’re involving me in crime, and I let you. Why do I let you?”
  • “No one know for sure. He changes the story every time you ask him.”
  • “If you focus on what you left behind you will never see what lies ahead!”
  • “If you’re gonna name a food, you should give it a name that sounds delicious.”
  • “I will return tomorrow night with high expectations. Pray you don’t disappoint me.”
  • “Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere.”
  • “You know what I’m craving? A little perspective. That’s it. I’d like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective.”
  • “Ratatouille doesn’t sound delicious. It sounds like “rat” and “patootie”. Rat patootie! Which does not sound delicious.”
  • “You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from.”