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Sweet Creature

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It was one of those days.

Harry adored his job. He really did. His work was his first love, he always said. But there were certainly days where it all got to be a little too much.

He woke up at six in the morning to be greeted by a rainy and foggy sky outside. He spent a good ten minutes gazing at the great love of his life, her hair splayed in all different directions from having forgotten to tie it up in a ponytail like she usually did. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were still puffy from the night before. He exhaled a sigh at the memory of it—it was the first time they’d really fought in a little while, but it’d been a doozy. Exhaustion took it’s toll on the both of them, but they were both too stubborn to admit it. It had been over something petty that he wasn’t even angry about anymore, even though at the moment in all seemed so important. And even though they tried to never go to bed angry, their tired eyes beat out the need to make up.

He exhaled a soft sigh as he watched his love, and he could see the tension built up in her features still from last night. He didn’t want to wake her just yet, because he knew that she would not love being woken up at six in the morning if she didn’t need to get up. The two of them rarely ever got a good night’s sleep anymore, and he didn’t want to take away her rest.

He got himself out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, going about his morning routine as quietly as possible as to not wake his girls. Within half an hour he was dressed up in a pair of black jeans and one of his button-ups. Usually he wouldn’t get so dolled up to go out this early, but he had a few morning radio shows he was making a live guest appearance on and impressions mattered to him. Having decided to get breakfast on the way to work, he quickly slipped out of the house without making a sound.

The rest of the day didn’t get any better.

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Help keep kids safe at amusement parks this summer

I thought this story would be important to share because it’s summer, and a lot of people will be visiting amusement parks.  I want everyone tombe aware of how strict the rules at amusement parks are for employees, and how the employs will sometimes need help from non-employees to keep children safe.  This is a story from several years ago when I had a high school summer job working at an amusement park called sgalf9.  The company is very strict about rules involving safety and theft.  Because of that you have to sit through a full day of safety tutorials every summer.  Here are two important rules to know before I tell this story:

You are not allowed to leave a cash register unattended.  Every register must have an employ stationed close.  If you need to use the restroom or leave your area, another employee must be able to keep an eye on things for you to make sure that no guests break into the register.

You are not allowed to touch a child without that child’s consent.  The reasons for this are very obvious.  However, this rule means that if you find a lost child, even a toddler, you are not allowed to hold their hand and guide them to the lost child’s area unless they agree to hold your hand.  Parents have been known to sue because an employ touched their child in any way (even if they are just trying to help)

These are just two of the rules that you can get instantly fired for breaking.  And as a 17yo with an anxiety disorder, I was terrified of being fired from my first job.

The souvenir stand that I worked at was located in the water park.  The water park is the only place in the park where adults can buy alcohol, and because of this a lot of parents let their kids run around unsupervised while they get drunk.  Because my stand was small (we only sold keychains) I was the only employ stationed there.  This meant that I was not allowed to leave my stand at all.  So anytime a lost child would come to me for help I would have to either call security to escort them the the lost children’s tent, or I would have to quickly run across the sidewalk and get help from one of the multiple employs who worked at the bathing suit/clothing store.  Most of the time it was a non-issue, and the lost child would be escorted safely.

Then there was one very busy summer day where I was working.  A middle aged woman interrupts me in the middle of me restocking.  "excuse me!  there’s a child right there who doesn’t have an adult with him! you need to do something!“  I look up and see a toddler waddling down the sidewalk wearing nothing but a diaper.  No parents in sight.

I do what I was trained to do, I go over to the child, sit on my knees in front of him and hold out my hand, so that he can take my hand if he feels comfortable.  "Hi, do you need help?  Would you like to come sit in my stand while we look for your parents?”  The kid was too young to understand, and continued down the sidewalk past me.  I stood up and tried my best to steer the child towards my stand, but he was determined to continue walking one way.  

The entire time this middle aged woman and her friend are just standing back and yelling at me about how I need to do something.  I explain that I’m trying, but that I’m also not allowed to touch him unless he takes my hand first.  I tell them that I’m going to call security, and ask them to help keep the toddler near my stand while I use the landline phone.  I even asked them if they could pick him up and put him in the chair at the stand.  They continued to yell “why aren’t YOU doing anything? Can’t you see he’s unattended?  Why aren’t you following him?”

At that point I broke down my situation to them.  I explained that I couldn’t leave the register unattended, and I can’t touch a kid without his consent because if I did either of those things I would lose my job.  I explained that I was already in the middle of calling security, and if they REALLY wanted to help then they could either keep an eye on the kid until security arrived, or find an employ who could leave their stand.  At this point the kid is now 30 ft away from me, and he keeps getting farther.  The ladies realize that they don’t want to be responsible either, and they head towards the water park exit.  When the security guard arrived I told him which way the child was headed, and he went to find the missing child.  Luckily the security guard found him, and was able to bring him to the lost children’s area.  But seriously, fuck those ladies for doing nothing to help, and for yelling at a teenage girl who was trying her best to help.

I wanted to share this story because I want everyone to be aware that amusement park employees are not permitted to touch kids without consent, and that can sometimes make it hard to get young children to safety.  If you see a kid in danger at an amusement park who is refusing to follow an employ PLEASE help.  You won’t get fired for holding a child’s hand, or lifting them up and putting them in a chair, but an employee will.  So please help and listen to the employees.

Tl;Dr:  Middle aged ladies were not willing to offer proactive when they saw a lost child, but yelled at me for not “helping” even though I was trying to follow protocol and keep the child safe at the same time.

me at an italian restaurant enjoying some nice spaghetti: mmm… mamma mia!

2 security guards escorting me out: alright sir you were warned

The not Shawn Mendes tour

Summary: You’re sitting in on q&a with Shawn and the fans are asking you more questions than Shawn.

a/n: thank you so much for the love with 27 to Forever: vows, I loved writing that because I just imagined what I would want Shawn to be saying. I cannot believe so many people liked it. I love all of u sm. My requests are open, just request request :) 


Your name: submit What is this?

“That’s a good question, uhm, I don’t know.” Shawn, your boyfriend, smiled at the fans that was gathered in the little room. “I’ll think about it.” 

That was his first answer for the whole q&a session, and you were glad it was a good question. You can tell by the way how Shawn is smiling comfortably and his gears are really turning in his mind, thinking about the question. 

“Can I ask y/n a question?” The next fan, that he picked, spoke up. By the mention of your name, Shawn’s face just lit up and he looked at where you were standing in the back. 

“How did you know she’s here? Y/n, you’re not doing a very good job at hiding.” Shawn sat up straight and answered with a cute smile on his face, making everyone in the room laugh and cheer. “I’m just kidding. What was your question for y/n, sweetie?” Shawn asked the girl again. 

“Out of all of the places you’ve been to on tour with Shawn, what was your favorite and why?” The whole crowd looked back at you. 

“I liked England a lot.” The crowd cheered at your answer. “It was so much fun. While Shawn was stuck in the stadium, I went with Karen and Aaliyah to see the city. It was fun.” You looked around the room while you answered and made eye contact with Shawn. He had his hand on his chin, staring at you, the whole time you answered. 

“My lovely girlfriend, y/n, everybody.” Shawn announced, everybody clapped and screamed, you just smiled shyly at them. For the next three questions, they were all questions for you. 

“You,” He pointed at a girl in the front. “What’s your question? Wait, let me guess, this is for y/n too?” The fan he picked nodded. The room erupted in laughter and screams again. He smiled and looked at you, then at Andrew, and back to you again. 

“Hold on. Come here, y/n,” Your face felt like it was as red as a tomato. Shawn laughed when you pointed to yourself and enlarged your eyes at him. “Yes, love, you.” You rolled your eyes and gave in. The security escorted you to the front, where Shawn was sitting, he smiled and whispered a ‘hey baby’ to you. You sat beside him, with his arm on your waist. “What was your question, honey?” 

“Is there anything that you love to do that annoys Shawn?” She giggled. You looked back at Shawn and you gave him a teasing grin. 

“I feel like this is turning into a q&a, meet, and greet y/n. Like two of you guys wanted a picture with me and y/n during the meet and greet.” He got up with a joking smile on his face and stood off to the side, beside his security and Andrew. “Okay, guys, just ask y/n the questions. I’ll stand right here.” 

“Okay,” You inhaled and laughed nervously. “Something I do that annoys Shawn?” You looked at Shawn, his arms crossed and he was trying to keep a straight face, but a smile is just trying to push through those cute little lips. “You guys know I’m American, I always tell Shawn Canada jokes.” Everyone laughed and cheered, you had to wait until they were quiet till you continued your answer. “Shawn tries to not laugh, but I know he thinks they’re funny.”

“Hey, it’s not funny. Remember that you guys came to see me, not y/n. ” Shawn teasingly laughs from the side. The people sitting in the room replied with a mixture of laughs and teasing remarks about how they like you better. He walks back over to the small platform and stood in front of you, blocking you from everyone. “Okay, I’m jealous. y/n, stop stealing the show. Just kidding.” He sits right beside you, his arm back at your waist.

They laughed and screamed again. You felt your cheeks getting even warmer. Shawn knew you were shy, not a big fan of talking in front of crowds like this. You were an entertainer, but not with group of people you don’t know. He was just trying to save you from being uncomfortable. 

After like a lot of other questions that the fans asked you or Shawn, or for the both of you, the time was running out. You were having so much fun answering their questions. 

“Next tour, I won’t even have a question and answer part. No, I’ll just go on stage and play, but before that, we’ll just have a y/n meet and greet, q&a, and the y/n world tour. I’ll just stand off the side.” Shawn jokingly commented after the last question, which was also a question for you. He was pretending to be jealous of the attention the fans were giving you, saying that they love you more than him. But really, he was very happy that the fans were supportive and happy of you, and your relationship with Shawn. 

anonymous asked:

Betty's family sent her away because she was "crazy". Jughead is her therapist (or if she's in an asylum her doctor) . Will he help her get out?

This is a great prompt! Thankyou so much!
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“Elizabeth, it’s lunchtime! Time to leave the library dear.”

Elizabeth Cooper glanced up from behind the countless rows of books, her permanent space in the corner was littered with neatly organized piles of worn out paperbacks and she currently had a hardcover edition of “Howl” clutched between her fingers. Placing the book gently on top of one of the piles she made her way over to the elderly nurse, most of the workers at the Pembrooke Asylum were terrible, angry and cruel, they treated the patients like animals and had little to no respect. Not Nurse Muggs, she adored Elizabeth and often went out of her way to keep the other workers from taunting and abusing her.

“Now love, rumor has it we have chocolate pudding for lunch today! Sounds delicious doesn’t it?” The elderly brunette placed a reassuring hand to the sixteen year old blondes shoulder.

Elizabeth smiled, a crooked kind of smile, her dimples poking through and her haunting green eyes shining.

Nurse Muggs smiled back softly
“Oh love, one day we’re gonna get you to talk, you can count on that.”

No. Elizabeth thought sadly, no you won’t.

Elizabeth Cooper didn’t speak, she hadn’t breathed a word in two years. There really wasn’t much to say, she couldn’t speak, not even when her brain screamed, not when her muscles pulled and tugged and blinding pain shot through her mind. She couldn’t speak.. she wouldn’t speak.

“Betty!” Veronica Lodge, her absolutely crazy in the greatest way possible best friend rounded the corner, shiny pearls and dark purple fingernails coming in full view. “You would not believe what Archie just told me!”

Veronica Lodge had been admitted two weeks after Betty, the scene was still perfectly clear in the silent blondes mind. Veronica had entered Pembrooke Asylum the picture of calm sophistication, the security guards escorted her into the building like some type of paid bodyguard, the only way you could tell she wasn’t like the other teen socialites was the fact that her beautiful black and white plaid dress was dripping in blood and her hands were cuffed behind her back. Veronica Lodge had killed her father in cold blood. While most of the state had called her absolutely nuts, she was ruled mentally unstable and forced to live in the asylum until her eighteenth birthday. Betty knew the truth, Hiram had stolen money, ruined families, forced suicide on her friends parents, at fourteen years old Veronica knew better and had “killed the bastard before he could cause anymore harm” at sixteen she still didn’t regret it, further cementing her place at the asylum. She didn’t care that Betty didn’t talk, they communicated threw pen and paper and symbols. They were best friends and that’s what was important.

“Well listen up” Veronica continued “there’s an intern. He’s our age! And he’s gonna be sitting in on therapy sessions, that’s a total violation of our rights! I guess we all signed some stupid agreement when we came in that says it’s okay but I totally disagree. None the less, I hope he’s atleast cute. Apparently Pops knows him and it’s supposed to help him out on his college applications.”

Pops was the Pembrooke lead therapist, he worked with the toughest cases, it didn’t matter to Betty she wasn’t going to speak, she never had and this new intern wasn’t going to change that.

By the time they made it to the cafeteria, Veronica had worn herself out with all the talking and told Betty she had to go make sure Archie had grabbed the right sweater from her room. Standing in the food line always made Betty’s palms sweat, there were always so many people and options and the mess hall crew didn’t take to kindly to her not speaking.

“It’s Helen Keller!” A bulky older man named Griffin barked out, slamming his spoon down and calling his friends from the kitchen over
“Would you look here looks like the mute doesn’t know what she wants for lunch? Let me help you with that?” Another large boy chuckled, slipping down a heap of different foods on her plate. Betty swallowed hard and placed her tray gently down and began walking away, not before they screamed after her,

“Hey Freak! You forgot your food!”


This happened everyday and she never turned around, it was always the same, no matter what. However today, something was different… suddenly the cafeteria had gone quiet, turning around slowly, she saw what had sent the normally obnoxious boys into silence.

The most attractive looking boy Betty had ever seen currently had Griffin cornered into a wall, hand fisting in the older mans chef jacket as he came nose to nose
“It would do you good not to bully anyone in this damn place. Especially not a girl. Watch your mouth.” Then he dropped him, his eyes finding Betty’s and holding her stare for a few seconds too long.

Then the tension lifted and the cafeteria bubbled with chatter again, Veronica had joined Betty at some point and whispered low in her ear.
“That must be the intern, rumor has it his name is Jughead Jones. And he’s coming right towards you.”

Suddenly she was breathing in a new scent, cigarettes and grass. Jughead smiled at Betty

“Those guys are dicks. My names Jughead, I’m kind of… working here for the summer… it’s nice to meet you.”

Betty stared at him curiously for a moment before dropping her apple on the ground. The dark haired boy was quick to drop down and grab it for her, unfortunately by the time he lifted his head the mysteriously silent blonde was gone and he was left staring at the open doors, his eyes confused and his chest thudding…

what the hell was this feeling? And why the hell did he miss her presence already?

What Happens In Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, fighting, smut, rough smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Dean (sorta), Dom!Reader, Sub!Reader, gambling, smut, use of sex toy, smut, oh…did I mention smut?

Word Count: 3819

A/N: This was written for @avasmommy224 birthday smut challenge. My prompt is in bold and please forgive me for this lol I had an idea so out of my comfort zone and ran with it. Please leave feedback! it is welcome and appreciated

There will be a part 2 later today!!!! Maybe even a part 3 in the future!

You love your job, plain and simple. You were probably one of the few people who had the pleasure of saying that but it was true. Sometimes things got a little heated but you were more than equipped to handle just about any situation tossed your way. You had just dealt the halfway mark of the current blackjack game at the casino you worked at. It was a table full of testosterone to say the least. One guy is burly with tattoo sleeves down both arms, definitely someone to steer clear of in any kind of hostile situation, the next is a bit smaller than him and drop-dead gorgeous. He’s slightly built and has the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen and every now and then you catch those eyes travelling up and down your physique; what’s visible due to the waist high blackjack table that is. You catch yourself having to fight a smile back every now and then whenever he looks up at you and sends you a flirty wink or two. Casino rules and expectations can be very tricky and the wrong hand gesture or facial expression can throw up red flags, cheating was severely frowned upon and anyone was a suspect.

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you mean to tell me…that louis could’ve had security and a police escort at that airport to prevent the “brawl” from happening? *gasp* it’s almost like…he’s getting unfair treatment

You Could Have

As promised – not Kansas City OTRA, but very much inspired by it. I’ve had this as a WIP since April or so, so it’s nice to have it out. That said: I’M NERVOUS AS ALL GET OUT cause they kind of… are… there’s a crude topic in this. They’re just having a go at each other, though. ACK *flips tables* Enjoy, everybody, I’m gonna hide now. x

It’s the last song when security finds you and escorts you from your seat and through the crowd. You’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to see the show finish, but knots of excitement are twisting in your belly as you are herded past barricades where no one else is allowed to go. Music and fireworks, almost obnoxiously loud, are muffled backstage, and you hear voices, familiar by this point and one more so than the rest, saying earnest goodnights and wishes of love and safe returns home to the crowd that so worships them. Preparation to tear down and packup equipment has already started around you, and you pause in the wings, shaking your head when security tries to usher you to move.

He’ll be there. He’ll find you.

Sure enough, he’s all legs and hair when he appears at last, leaping over a thick wire before it can catch his boot and twist his ankle. He’s got a towel in his hand, but it’s useless on his long, wet, curly hair. He’s all but drenched from head to toe, with most of his grey t-shirt stained with sweat and clinging to his body, and while the heat is mainly to blame for that, the water he’d been spitting and throwing hadn’t helped (although, it had probably cooled him off).

He’s tanner than you remember him being last, but that’s what months of outdoor shows and sightseeing on off days will do to him. The muscles on his slick arms look just a little bigger and more defined, too, and even the most casual twist or bend of his heavily tattooed left arm makes ink practically jump every time.

His eyes, though, are most striking, and they’re only for you as he continues his beeline in your direction.

“You’re soaked, love,” he teases you through a cheeky grin and popping dimples with a voice like honey and sandpaper.

You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his double-entendre.

“Some twat kept spitting water at me the whole night,” you inform him, opening your arms for him.

Harry grins wider – a cocky, satisfied grin. “Yeah?” His hand slides possessively around your waist for the first time in ages and you fold your hands behing his neck. “Tell me his name an’ I’ll get him.”

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I’m reading all of those crazy customers’ stories from US and I wish those customers came to Poland and be served by an older cashier, who lived in Poland in times of communism. Hooooo boi, what a shock would that be!

Carts: all carts require a coin and you have to put the cart back to get back your coin –> no mess with carts. 

All cashiers are sitting down. No one would like to stand for hours if they can sit! Sitting down makes you look lazy?? Crazy idea.

No small talk: the general rule is you come to the store to exchange money for goods, not to make friends. Of course you can make a small talk, but it’s not a part of the customer service. My usual transactions look like this:
cashier: Good morning *starts scanning*
customer: Good morning *starts bagging items*
cashier: your total is…
customer: *hands cash/shows card to indicate that I’ll be paying by card*
cashier: *gives change and receipt* Thank you, good bye
customer: Thank you, good bye

No baggers. Even in the poshest of the supermarkets. When I was a kid the bags were free, but now we’re environmentally conscious  and customers have to bring their own bags. If they don’t have them, they can purchase the bags and customers bag their own purchases.

And why an older cashier? In times of communism the cashier had all the power and could do as they pleased, so sometimes older people still work in said mindset, so they can even be rude (well, not rude, but doesn’t make an effort kind of dismissive?) to the customers and everyone rolls with that. But what if someone complains about them you ask? Well, no one will! I wouldn’t even know where to start, lol. If you asked for the manager, the manager would stand by the store’s policy, no mater what kind of a tantrum the customer is throwing and maybe even ask the security to escort them out? (later all of the staff would have a good laugh about this).
I’m talking here about invalid complaints, when it’s customers fault.

Let’s say the customer wants something against the store’s policy/makes a mistake and cashier doesn’t grant their ridiculous demand, and said customer is very displeased. The manager stands by the cashier, and later the customer sends some kind of official complain to the corporate. IF the letter doesn’t get lost, the customer will get a dismissive answer about how their complaint is invalid.

But, the best thing is - this doesn’t happen. Customers know that if a cashier says “no, that’s not possible (explanation why, not always super polite)” then that’s it, and there’s no sense in arguing.

Some of the stores that are big international corporates (think fruit electronics) or from US, work in American system and complaints affect the employees, so I guess they have to give in to ridiculous demands and have to be always super polite.

My point is: US cashiers would have it so good here! (Unless they enjoy small talk)

BTS Reaction - Their Idol Girlfriend Fainting on Stage

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A/N: First ever time trying to post my writing on this blog. It’s been ages since I’ve actually written anything so you’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little rusty, haha. I am an admin on a blog here on tumblr - @kpop-preferencesxtexts​ - I am Admin Nari. I have posted two works there I believe, so feel free to check those out although those are a little old.

ALSO; I set the scene here and it does take a while, but don’t worry the reactions are there. 

-gifs are not mine and belong to rightful owners-

Requests are open for everything [I will post a masterlist and rules soon] so feel free to request! Enjoy! 

You can feel your stomach churning as you and the other three members of your group stand in the small, cramped, humid room backstage. This is your group’s first MAMA and to say you were feeling unwell was an understatement by far. The four of you had been practicing non-stop the past two weeks, constantly dancing, singing, and rapping, always practicing.

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Sigh. Two of my top researchers at the institute “accidentally” became contaminated with the newest test batch of “Himbo juice”.

When security escorted these two Bro’s up
to my office, they were mid transformation. After shouting at the security officer for even moving them in this state, I couldn’t help but marvel at what was happening in front of me. One of the researchers was very slim and the other was more athletic. I could tell he worked out but what the juice was doing to them both was incredible.

The slimmer guy, was doubling in size. His mass was swelling up and thickening. He tore his glasses from his face as he became more chiselled, and more and more handsome. His lab coat was tight around his now built chest and shoulders, and his trousers tight around his bulge where he had had his sudden growth spurt.

The more athletic of the two, grew upwards also but his existing muscles swelled and grew. Bigger and bigger. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling as it looked like he was cumming at the same time. He moaned and goaned as his already tight shirt and jacket ripped open, and his bulging hard cock tore the flies on his trousers. He stood there, a muscled himbo panting. The other researcher, was now seemingly turned on at the sight of his once colleague and just started to jack off in my office.

“Well, why waste an opportunity. Continue”

The two macho dumb himbo a that stood before me stripped to their ripped and shredded underwear in a frenzy and started to passionately make out with each other, as I directed of course. That’s the thing about muscle boys, they really do aim to please.

In the end, I gave them a “himbo uniform” as it were and I send them out every spring break. Apart of that, they keep me very entertained….

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jongin, 15.5k, kai of the kim brothers is about to fall in love for the very first time but rejection hits him first

warning: slight smut, mentions of violence and gang related activity, etc

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe every time I’m with you my heart beats really quickly and I can’t help but smile. Maybe when you leave me I’m back to the same old Kai who doesn’t know how to commit. Maybe I don’t know what love is, but you’re most definitely the person that’s come closest to being someone I love.”

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CP bachelor AU: part 7

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

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Laurent isn’t stupid enough to take someone like Jokaste entirely at her word. He sends Nicaise to talk to Kyrina, for corroboration, and doesn’t act immediately. For a few days he considers his options; there are benefits to knowing something that the person playing on the other side of the board isn’t aware of you knowing. There are ways to use a pawn against its master.

In the end, he decides to deal with it directly. Minimise the damage, and move on.

They’re filming at the house again. The eight remaining suitors are proving their domestic skills in what Laurent expected Damen to declaim as a celebration of archaic gender roles. However, it turns out that Damen has no objections given that four of them are male, and even Damen might be willing to let his taste buds override his conscience when it comes to chocolate cake.

Some of Halvik’s eclectic experience was on a cooking show, back in the nineties, so Laurent lets her handle most of the actual baking segments. When Laurent strides onto the set, Halvik has disappeared and Aimeric is overseeing the aftermath, which largely consists of Damen eating cupcakes while the suitors ‘accidentally’ get icing on their fingers and try to lick it off in Damen’s line of sight.

“Stop,” Laurent commands.

Filming grinds to a halt. Laurent directs his gaze pointedly to the huddle of giggles in the corner of the kitchen nearest the pantry; Kallias looks up from where he is, apparently, sifting icing sugar into Erasmus’s hair. Erasmus is flushed with laughter.

“Aimeric,” Laurent says, into the expectant silence. “You’re fired.”

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So I was actually at the taping of the finale.

Let me tell you how hard it was not to consistently blog about Sasha Velour’s epic, and I mean EPIC, lip sync performance to So Emotional. Seeing it in person was like on a whole other level. When I tell you the audience ROARED, I mean they ROARED. I think they actually toned down the amount of cheering that actually happened. I got chills after Sasha removed her wig. It was such a beautiful and unexpected reveal that had me cheering like a heterosexual at a football game. I sincerely did not expect Peppermint and Sasha to be the top two but these lip syncs definitely solidified their right to be there. 


Say what you will about the finale being “unfair” but I truly think Sasha deserved the crown, and let’s also not forget that it’s just a tv show. The runner up’s careers won’t end and they all have incredible and exciting things lined up!


Some somewhat notable behind the scenes moments:

The season 9 girl’s runway took forever, especially Cynthia who seemed to have a hard time moving in her dress. There was a moment of awkward dead audience silence as she wiggled her way down the runway.

Anytime Valentina was on screen the audience just lost their minds, even going so far as to chant her name repeatedly, which slowed filming.

The poor people in the balcony (me and my friends) were blinded by the spotlights on the stage, they were practically burning our corneas making it hard to see the stage.

There was an asshole near us in the balcony who kept being incredibly obnoxious and would yell things while filming. There was even a point where Ru asked Shea who she would want to lip sync against and the asshole yelled “SASHAAAAAA” And Shea responded “I believe Ru asked ME the question” similar to her “Do I look upset to you?” response. The audience erupted with laughter and security even had to tel the guy to pipe down.

There was a hilarious moment that unfortunately didn’t air where Ru said that the theater was packed, so much so that she would have to ask one of the people in the audience to leave. She called out India Ferrah’s seat number and asked if security could please escort her out of the building. So who comes walking down the aisle but miss Mimi Imfurst, and hilariously recreates her iconic season 3 LSFYL moment and proceeds to pick up India and walks her out of the theater. Porkchop filled the seat.

Trinity actually got a message from Amanda Lepore as well, not sure why it wasn’t aired.

Yes, Katy Perry’s message to Sasha was just as baffling in person as it was on TV, in fact it was even worse. They actually added a lot more applause than actually happened. Confused looks were everywhere.

Raven and Delta working on Ru’s makeup confirmed, they would come in (out of drag) during commercial breaks and fix Ru’s makeup.


That’s all I can remember for now!

A continuation of “a short story in prompts


The teenager paused as they caught sight of the villain. It was time for their normal lesson but word had come from security that they were cancelled for the day, go home kid. Perhaps unsurprisingly - the teenager hadn’t gone home.
They didn’t quite expect the villain to stagger into their office, pale and grimacing with pain. Bloodied bandages spread over their shoulder.
“You’re hurt!” it blurted out. It occurred too, that if they were ever going to successfully murder their enemy, it would be now. The next second they were bent across the table with a knife pressed against their throat and - the villain’s expression cleared as recognition took over self-defense instinct.  
“God, it’s you. Didn’t someone tell you to go home? You shouldn’t be in here, I almost killed you.” The movements were less controlled than normal, more the vicious attacks of a cornered animal than mocking grace.
“You’re hurt.” They hadn’t expected to see them hurt.
The villain eased up and stepped back, jaw clenched. “Top of the class, junior. Excellent observation! Is the sight as much to your tastes as you’d hoped?”
No. No it was rather horrible actually.


“You’ve been avoiding me.”
The teenager froze in the doorway of their shitty flat, staring at the villain looking utterly out of place sprawled ever so casual on the sofa. They swallowed hard. Took one second to think of why they’d been avoiding the villain and the fact that it was none of the reasons one should avoid the man who killed their parents, and bolted. They couldn’t get how much they hadn’t wanted them injured out of their head. When did that happen? It was all wrong! About the time they ran into security and were bundled into the back of a car, they remembered very vividly indeed that this was a man with a reputation for ruthlessness and cold blooded murder. The windows were tinted. Anything could happen and no one would know!
The villain got in the car as leisurely as could be. “I am sure you can appreciate,” he said as if there had been no interruption. “That I am an extremely busy man and that my time is not given lightly. So. Tell me why I shouldn’t cut off a few of your fingers for wasting it, hm?”


“You really need to stop coming here whenever it pleases you. I’m in the middle of-” the villain stopped, taking in the look on the protagonist’s face.
“I’m sorry.” The teenager wrapped their arms protectively around themselves. “I didn’t know where else to go. I can - I can - I swear I won’t be any trouble - you won’t even notice me honest -”
“You’re babbling. Take a breath. Go to my office and wait there until I come and find you.” The villain gestured to one of their security to escort them. “Get them some - I don’t know - cocoa or something. A sandwich.” A look passed between villain and security and the teenager wondered for the first time what they’d interrupted.

anonymous asked:

I just recently got out of a 5 year mentally abusive relationship and was wondering if you could do prompt of the main 5 reacting to MC going through the same thing and trying to learn love again.

Ohh I’m so sorry! I hope you’re surrounded by many many people who support you through this. I’m here to talk if you just want to vent or anything! Many hugs from my corner of the internet!! 

Also, please remember, if you think you’re in an emotionally/mentally/physically abusive or just abusive in general relationship, please reach out. Talk to someone. Escape. These types of relationships are not healthy and you have to remember to put your health above your partners, especially if you’re in this type of relationship. Your happiness is incredibly important, okay?

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Originally posted by leprocrastinatingpanda

Here you go!! I’m going with a Fem!MC (and a gender-neutral partner) again, but just request again if you’d like gender neutral pronouns or anything different and i’ll edit it! Oh, it also got a bit longer than just a prompt… you guys, tell me if you want a pt 2 because i think i’ll only write a little bit in terms of getting used to loving again

WARNING: MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY, SLIGHTLY PHYSICALLY AND VERBALLY ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP AND BREAK UP AHEAD

PLEASE DON’T READ THIS IF YOU COULD BE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE SCENES AND JUST SCROLL PAST.

THANK YOU

IT’S ALL UNDER THE CUT JUST IN CASE

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Someone to Stay - AU

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Chapter 9

Claire tossed the newspaper aside, sighing in frustration.

Joe had stuffed the copy in her locker, attached to a Post-It with a question mark and a heart drawn on it. It was a daily gossip rag, featuring a picture snapped at the restaurant before Christmas. Jamie was featured at an angle, smiling at Claire, and then a smaller picture beneath that showing Claire’s face for all to see.

The article labeled Claire as Jamie’s new squeeze (God, who even used that word?) and included accurate details of her work and past. She guessed it wasn’t that hard to Google. She ran a hand through her curls, and with the other clutched at the chain around her neck until she touched the ruby ring, for comfort.

She felt her privacy had been invaded, obviously, but also that protective bubble they had formed around them, separate from Jamie Fraser the rock star. This was reality seeping in. It was relatively harmless, but still…

Claire sighed again. There was work to do.

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“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

The room was dark; a faraway streetlight cast a glow through the window so their features were faintly outlined. Jamie gave a brief laugh, and his hand never stopped tracing patterns on her back.

“I ken how ye feel. On the one hand, I would like nothing more than to stay wi’ ye. On the other, there’s the second thing l love most – music.”

“The second, huh?” Claire kissed his shoulder and snuggled in closer.

“The writing, composing, working with my mates… it’s such a part of who I am. I’m blessed many times over.”

Claire made a small noise of agreement and held him closer to her. There had been a couple more pictures Claire and Jamie walking around London. She had taken to wearing thick woolly scarves to wrap around the lower half of her face, obscuring most of it from view of the constant, clicking paparazzi.

Her flat and Jamie’s had become a sanctuary away from curious eyes who sometimes believed that because Jamie was a public figure, they were entitled to touch and scream at him. And that because Claire was dating him and therefore ‘hers’, she deserved vitriol and hatred.

Was he worth it too? The small inconveniences? Joe had had hospital security escort her as she left work. She plainly ignored the photographers who regularly camped outside her building. She refused to take calls from various morning shows who wanted to interview her or get her opinion on various celebrity topics. She got hate e-mail from spurious accounts and the occasional mean glare from random strange women.

Yes, she would do it all again in a heartbeat.

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“Call me when you land.” Claire swallowed against the lump in her throat as she gripped the front of his jacket.

“Ye ken I will, Sassenach.” Jamie wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his forehead against hers. “I’ll be back before ye notice. We’ll talk every day. We’ll both be busy as bees, and time will fly by. Dinna fash, alright?” He bent his mouth to hers and lost themselves in each other, ignoring the blaring airport announcements and the racket of other passengers awaiting flights.

Claire held him tight, a small thread of fear weaving into her heart. She didn’t know why she felt so emotional, so clingy – she who was usually so practical and sensible. Perhaps because her heart understood how much it stood to lose if Jamie ever left for good.

Jamie gave her discreet pat on the bottom, making her laugh, and the somber mood was broken. He kissed her nose with a whispered I love you and shouldered his carry-on backpack. Claire crossed her arms, holding herself as he walked down the gangway. Jamie turned and waved, then marched around the corner out of sight. Until three weeks.

One minute down – 30,239 minutes to go.

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“What makes it go faster, Sassenach, is that I had many song lyrics written down. We’re here fine-tuning and coming up wi’ music to accompany them,” Jamie said, his face crystal clear on the screen.

“I’m glad,” Claire replied, sipping her coffee one-handed as she held her phone to video chat with him; she was still in her robe and pajamas, enjoying a rare morning off from the hospital. “What else have you been doing?”

“No’ much. We’ve been out to dinner a few times, me and the lads, and yer friend Geillis and Rupert are really something, let me tell ye.” Jamie wrinkled his nose and laughed.

“I hear that too. She’s been texting me a lot the past week.” Geillis had been thrilled to be in the same city with Rupert for once, and both had been out and about frequently. Rupert was not as high profile as Jamie, so reporters and paparazzi seemed to leave them alone. Geillis had, however, been discussing Claire’s new public persona frequently via phone, asking her how she felt about it and offering much-needed reassurance.

“And ye, mo nighean donn?”

“Work. Study. Work. Study. Medical school is hard, but I love it,” Claire said happily, nestling into the corner of her couch. “I’m preparing for my next class this afternoon, and I have a lot of notes to go through.”

“Then I won’t keep ye. It’s good to see ye, hear yer voice. I miss ye. We’ll talk tonight, aye?” Jamie grabbed his own phone and seemed to be walking down a corridor. Claire recognized it from pictures as the recording studio.

“Of course. I look forward to it.” Claire smiled coyly and drew a finger down the edge of her robe, past the ring on its chain, following it with the camera on her phone until she heard Jamie gasp.

“So do I, Sassenach,” he growled as Claire pulled the phone up and blew him a kiss goodbye.

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Claire was focused at the hospital that weekend, intent on helping out an immigrant family whose child had been admitted with a fever. They spoke little English, and Claire had made it her personal mission to help them navigate A&E and support them through this uncertain time.

She was nervous about an upcoming test in her biochemistry class, wanting to do well and prove herself to her professors. She was scheduling study time between her work hours and days off, even using her break time to peruse her textbooks and notes frequently.

So Claire didn’t notice the looks and whispers some of the other staff were giving her, particularly the female nurses. No one had spoken to her directly about any problem or incident, so she ignored it for the most part. Until Dr. Abernathy approached her at the end of her shift.

She wound around her neck a beautiful blue, red, and green tartan scarf; a gift from Jenny in Fraser colors. She was about to step outside when Joe called out.

“Lady Jane? Do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” Claire said, confused. “Is it a patient? Should I change again?”

“No, it’s—personal. Please, LJ, come with me.”

Claire was instantly alert, sensing tension in Joe’s tone. Perhaps she had made a mistake in one of her charts. She started going through a mental list of her patients and their care as she strode briskly next to Joe down the hall to his small office.

Dr. Abernathy let her in first and shut the door firmly behind him and sat in his swivel chair, facing Claire. She sat down herself and gripped her purse, still confused as to what was so urgent.

“Claire, I asked the staff not to mention anything since I overheard the talk in the hospital lounge, because I thought it would upset you,” he began.

“Upset me? About what?”

“I suppose you haven’t seen it. I’m sorry, Lady Jane.” Joe sighed.

Claire exhaled in a huff. “Joe, I don’t understand it. Seen what? All this drama—”

Dr. Abernathy reached into a drawer and pulled out a folded newspaper. He flattened it out with the briefest hesitation on the desktop so Claire could read it.

Jamie Fraser, lead singer of The Clan, caught in secret rendez-vous with famous French pop star Annalise de Marillac.

Owned - pt 3

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

He was still asleep but your eyes slowly fluttered open.

You started to realize how close you were to him.

Your left arm rested against his bare chest, and your head rested on his arm, which was wrapped around you.

Every morning, you found yourself in his arms, if he wasn’t already gone.

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anonymous asked:

I work at a tech store, and it's tax free weekend in the state. People come in and are PISSED that our cellphones and watches are not tax free. I explain it's due to the state and what they deem as tax free. People were screaming so loud we had to have security escort them out because they couldn't save the two dollars on a phone case. Like really? Why be that over the top. Seriously.