ruined shoes

6

And Keith’s shoes were ruined.

Thanks everyone for the first 1000+ it means a lot to me that everyone is having as much fun with this A.U. as I am. Sorry for the lack of question answering! I wanted to finish this up first.

For those who haven’t read Voltron Cafe, this is the last scene in the first chapter. Check it out if you like?

Jin isn’t gonna start cooking until he talks about his special Pink Puma shoes:

He’s so proud of them, it’s adorable x 

blue sargent can’t operate technology: a concept 

 - gansey showing her a picture of something on Instagram and she does the mom thing™ where she tries to zoom in and gansey is like blue no

- “Ronan, Adam is calling you” “answer it” “how?” “Just slide the thing….no slide it..blue no..fucking christ just give it to me”

- not understanding the concept of snapchat at all. “so you just send pictures of your face to your friends?” “Yeah, like texting.” “then why don’t you just text each other?” “because its better. you get filters and it disappears after 10 seconds” “WHATS THE POINT???”

- eventually she does get an instagram but it’s not aesthetic at all. half of her pictures are of ronan falling (#clumsygay) and the other half is videos of herself singlehandedly trying to ruin gansey’s boat shoes.

- she can’t get the tv to switch from hdmi to regular cable even though adam has explained it 200 times

- she loves emojis and its endearing until she tries to communicate with no words just smiley faces and no one understands what is happening

- the only video game she is good at is mario kart so thats literally all they play (noah is very happy about this bc ronan always plays gta or some shit and gansey plays the fucking sims)

- I’ve been thinking about this one vine and just imagine,,, “Blue set a timer for 12 minutes” “kk” ….. “THE PIZZA IS BURNING!!!” “the timer didn’t go off” “i set it you can look” “Blue that’s the calculator”

- anyways im so here for this thank u for your time

Amortentia

Originally posted by sugutie

Words: 4,778.

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, fluff.

Summary: Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook was handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook was a god and they would say he smelled like the purest form of any man with a harmonious smell of musk, cedar wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest, spices, and black coffee – but they couldn’t have been more wrong.

A/N: I have no idea what made me want to write this but it was fun and I’m most definitely thinking of making an au for all the boys.

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°• ♢ ———— LEGALLY BLONDE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ The rules of hair care are simple and finite. ’
’ Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. ’
’ Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands/wives, they just don’t. ’
’ Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed. ’
’ There’s nothing I love better than a dumb blonde with Daddy’s plastic. ’
’ My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your… ’
’ I don’t need back-ups. I’m going to Harvard. ’
’ Well then, you’ll need excellent recommendations from your professors. ’
’ Trust me, I can handle anything. ’
’ Why are you going to throw that all away? ’
’ Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need law school. ’
’ I’m going to get the love of my life back. ’
’ I just liked to watch him/her change the filter. ’
’ Did you see him/her? He’s/she’s probably still scratching his/her head. ’
’ I feel comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life. ’
’ I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.  ’
’ I don’t think anybody has called me a butthead since the 9th grade. ’
’ Why didn’t you call me? ’
’ Uh. I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. ’
’ Excuse me. ’
’ I’m sorry? ’
’ You got into Harvard Law? ’
’ What? Like it’s hard? ’
’ Pooh bear, just get in the car. ’
’ You’re gonna ruin your shoes. ’
’ Sorry for what? ’
’ Well this is so much better than that! ’
’ Excuse me, I have some shopping to do. ’
’ So, when did you wanna go out? ’
’ We spent a beautiful night together and I haven’t heard from you since. ’
’ Well, forget it. I’ve spent too much time crying over you. ’
’ Because I’m not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I’m white trash? ’
’ You’re breaking up with me because I’m too… blonde? ’
’ I’m a middle aged, high school drop out with stretch marks and a fat ass. ’
’ Well, no. That’s not entirely true… ’
’ Then what? My boobs are too big? ’
’ So what’s a girl/boy to do? ’
’ What? Practically deformed? ’
’ This is what I need to become. ’
’ Don’t stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, honey. ’
’ I got up. Got a latte. Went to the gym. Got a perm and came home. ’
’ We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her.  ’
’ Objection, why is this relevant? ’
’ I have a point, I promise. ’
’ I suspect you weren’t because your curls are still intact. ’
’ How would you feel if your father married someone who was your age? ’
’ If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life… you’re not the girl I thought you were. ’
’ Oh, my God, the bend and snap works every time! ’
’ All those opposed to chafing, please say “Aye”. ’
’ How was your first class? ’
’ All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs. ’
’ So, if you don’t know an answer they’re just gonna kick you out. ’
’ Hey, well, don’t you look like a walking felony. ’
’ There’s like a judge and everything… and jury people. ’
’ Is that the only interaction you two have ever had? ’
’ No! Sometimes I say “okay” instead of “fine.” ’
’ Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me? ’
’ I promised her, and I can’t break the bonds of sisterhood. ’
’ This is a murder investigation! Not some scandal at the sorority house! ’
’ Geez! Could I be any more goddamn spastic? ’
’ Are you one of my lawyers? ’
’ You’ve just won your case. ’
’ Well thank God one of you has a brain. ’
’ If anyone found out about this, I would be ruined! ’
’ I would rather go to jail than to lose my reputation! ’
’ Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. ’
’ No more boring suits or pantyhose, I’m trying to be somebody I’m not. ’
’ I think it gives it a little something extra, don’t you think? ’
’ I know, I thought that was very… classy of you. ’
’ This is gonna be just like senior year, except for funner! ’
’ I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I? ’

Champ, Boxer (7 m/o), Madison Square Park, New York, NY • “She ruined my Prada shoe the other day – not salvageable. She ate pieces of it. She only goes for the good shoes, too.”

anonymous asked:

Hii! Can you do a fic in the future where jughead already published his first novel and he has like some sort of conference or sth where he gets asked questions and all and somebody asks about the girls next door and he talks so sweetly about her and like Betty is in there too and all. Idk if you get it but English isn't my first language. Oh and I love your writing btw you are really talented

*insert here Titanic’s “It’s been 84 years” gif* Yes, it’s a prompt!! I finally uploaded one! Easter holidays are totally messing my writing scedule and I’m so terribly sorry for that. But I’m back in the game and I promise I’ll be my usual bughead obsessed self from now on! So, I’ve finished this just before the episode aired yesterday (I was just so tired to go over it and post it after the episode ended, I’m sorry) and I’m very pleased a lot of things that I wrote became canon. I had so much fun writing this because I’m a sucker for future fics and because that’s pure fluff and a huge, much needed dose of happiness to Jughead’s life! Also I changed the request a little, I wrote this as a TV interview just to make it more grande for Juggie, I hope you don’t mind, nonnie! Thank you for requesting and for your lovely words!!! <3 Hope you all enjoy (and maybe this will make you hate me less for my tardiness) !! <3


Betty could literally feel herself bouncing on her heels with nervous excitement, the velvet material of her blush colored pumps getting scratchy as they rubbed up against each other but, truly, right now, she didn’t give a damn about her potentially ruined shoes. She could only focus on the red digital numbers changing sequentially over the silver doors of the semi-packed elevator she was in, biting her lip nervously and counting mentally in her mind as if that way, somehow, the numbers would run faster and the silver cage would miraculously arrive on her floor in a nanosecond.

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alys07  asked:

CAN YOU DO Quidnunc PLEASE? You're firefighter story is all I live for XD

How convenient. So you won’t mind me using your prompt for it @alys07​. It’s an 8K word beast. I thought about splitting it in two, but yeah. I had it written so here you go!

Come On Baby, Light My Fire:

Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

And now… Part 11


Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.


I finger the dark blue velvet of the curtain and peer out into the auditorium. Most of the audience has trickled out already. A few stragglers remain, parents chatting with one another as their younger children play in the aisles and their older children interrupt every few minutes to beg for car keys, money, or the chance to just stop waiting on the dull adults to finish their conversations so they can get on with living their lives. A camera flash strobes for a second and the kids complain about the blinding light while the father mutters and glares at the camera while he fixes the settings. The typical end to a night at the school play.

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anonymous asked:

you slipped on a patch of ice and i happened to be walking behind you and you fell into my arms wow you’re really attractive au - Holsom please :) :)

Adam Birkholtz has decided that he is a very lucky man.

He is lucky because he is very large. He is lucky because he is very strong. He is lucky because he has quick reflexes. He is lucky because he was all three of those things at the same time when a stranger walking in front of him slipped backwards on the ice, and Holster managed to catch him easily.

But mostly, Holster thinks, he is lucky because that stranger he caught was hot.

“Oh my God, I am, so, so sorry, dude,” the stranger had sputtered as Holster gently placed him back on his feet. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, and I didn’t mean at all to–”

Holster laughed. “Chill, bro, it’s fine. No harm, no foul.” And that’s when he really looks at this guy, and he knows his poor bisexual heart has stopped dead.

He’s fucking beautiful is what he is. Jaw that could probably cut glass, short black hair and flawless dark skin, eyes that make Holster want to do corny shit like write poems about eyes. He’s tall, almost as tall as Holster is, and he’s built. And, Holster realizes as he watches the stranger bite his lip and stutter out an apology, he’s fucking adorable, too.

It’s not even fair.

Holster finally collects himself and stops staring, making himself focus on what Hot Stranger is actually saying. Something about coffee, and ruining his shoes, and that’s when he glances down at realizes that yeah, his beat-up gray sneakers have been soaked and are turning brown. Holster had been so distracted, he hadn’t even felt it. Hot Stranger is still apologizing.

“Seriously, I feel so awful, I should have been more careful, I can pay for a new pair, really, I swear–”

Holster cuts him off. “Dude, you are not paying for a pair of shoes. These were old as hell anyway, this’ll just give me, like, the incentive to actually go shopping for new ones.”

Hot Stranger frowns. “Still, please, there’s gotta be something I can do…”

Holster makes a lightning-quick calculation. He feels his face turning red, but he figures now is his best shot. “Well, um, maybe you can’t pay for a new pair of shoes, but I wouldn’t say no to coffee sometime?”

Hot Stranger’s eyes widen, and for a moment Holster is afraid he’s made a terrible mistake, but Hot Stranger speaks first. “Oh, wow, I mean…yeah, no, that’d be…that’d be really great, actually. Um. I could give you my number?”

Holster grins as he unlocks his phone and passes it over. “Yeah, sounds good, man.”

Hot Stranger’s fingers fly over the keyboard, entering his number, and after a few seconds he hands the phone back over. “I kinda have to get to class now. I’m in med school, actually, and they really, really don’t like it if you’re late. But, uh, it was really good meeting you! Catch you later. Well, I guess you actually, uh. Caught me already. I mean, literally. Um. See you later.”

Holster keeps grinning, even though he knows it probably looks dumb at this point. “You, too.”

Hot Stranger smiles nervously and turns around to finally go to class, and Holster knows that today is going to be a good day.

(Several feet down the sidewalk, Justin Oluransi has decided that he is a very lucky man.)

Aren’t They Adorable?

Summary: Could I request a Raphael story please? Reader is a Vampire and one day she brings home a puppy. Raphael is absolutely against it but with a lot of pleading, she can keep it. And the puppy takes a liking to Raph and always sneaks off to sleep in his bed or ruin some expensive shoes 😉 So, somehow the puppy grows on him and he uses that to kinda ask her out, like walking the dog together. 😊 Just if you like the idea. 😘 Have a good day/night!

Characters: Reader, Raphael Santiago

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word Count: 1516

Request: Anon

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anonymous asked:

I'm in the mood for something funny. But not for the guys! What would be their reactions noticing a big-ass spider crawling in their sleeping bag? XD

If a spider crawled on Noctis while he was asleep… he would never know. The Prince sleeps like a rock. I’m pretty sure not even the biggest spider could wake him. If Noctis spots the spider while he is still awake he will yell bloody murder. THIS IS WAR. He will not sleep until the spider is dead. He won’t ask for assistance either. This is personal. Noctis versus spider. More like… Noctis’s boot versus spider. 

RIP Prompto. If he even sees a spider anywhere near the tent he will freak. If he is unlucky enough to spot one on his own sleeping bag he will scream like a girl and run for his life. He’d rather take a chance with the daemons than a single spider.  “I AM NOT COMING BACK UNTIL THAT THING IS DEAD. SOMEONE ALSO PLEASE SWITCH SLEEPING BAGS WITH ME.”

Gladiolus is not phased at all. He will either shoo out the spider or he’ll just squash it with his barehands. If he’s feeling particularly mischievous, he will capture the little bugger in his hands and tell Prompto he has to show him something. RIP Prompto part II. 

Ignis looks at bugs like they are simply a nuisance. He sees them as dirty little creatures there for must be eliminated. He has no issue with killing them, but his weapon of choice would be a tissue. He doesn’t want to ruin his nice shoes with the remanence of… spider parts. He has a pretty simple strategy; kill it and sweep it away. He’s definitely going to clean his sleeping bag tomorrow.