she got to be in the middle

anonymous asked:

Can you write a fix where Betty and Jughead have gone their separate ways but Betty is jugheads emergency contact still and one day jughead gets into a horrible accident and Betty gets a called.

Okay!
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Walking out of the dark office she spent Most of her time in, Betty waved at Lucy, the older receptionist with the turquoise glasses and bright red lipstick.

“See you tomorrow Lucy.” She tugged her dark blue windbreaker tight around her shoulders as the white haired woman smiled

“See you tomorrow Dr.Cooper.”

Betty made her way through the sliding glass doors of the Paws and Pets Veterinarian clinic. She was an accomplished veterinarian and everyone in the town knew of her and loved her, she had saved countless hamsters from their untimely death and she could work magic on a Pomeranian with a cold. Her life was steady and exactly where she wanted it, she was due to open her own clinic in Riverdale, just a town over. While Pembrooke was beautiful, Riverdale would always be her home. So sure, she was content, happy even, but still.. something was missing.

The familiar rainforest ringtone snapped Betty out of her daze and she dug in her coat pocket in search of the offending cause of noise, the thick wool gloves she had on made answering the unknown number fairly difficult, with a triumphant “HA” she finally brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” The blonde asked confused, she rarely ever got phone calls from unknown numbers, they usually just called the clinic.

“Hello, is this Elizabeth Cooper?” The voice was serious and deep.

“Yes. That’s me , can I ask who’s calling?”

“This is Riverdale Emergency hospital, I’m calling in regards to Jughead Jones, you’re listed as his emergency contact. There’s been an accident, Im going to need..” Betty slammed the phone shut as she hopped in her car, speeding through every red light, that dared come in her way.

After an incredibly anxious fifteen minute ride, Betty slammed through the doors of the hospital, her eyes searching frantically for anyone who seemed to be working at the hospital.

“Hello?!” She called desperately. “Someone please! I need to see Jughead.. Jughead Jones.” She pushed though people, grabbing anyone. Suddenly she felt a warm hand smooth over her shoulder

“You can come with me ms.Cooper.” A middle aged male nurse, tugged her gently towards the waiting area and sat her down, handing her a cup of water and speaking quietly
“Mr.Jones’ doctor will be out very soon, for now, relax here.” He smiled again and walked the opposite way, leaving Betty with shaking hands and wandering thoughts.

Six years. It had been six years since she had heard from Jughead Jones. Six years since they had broken up and promised to keep in touch, but life got in the way, Betty’s schoolwork, Jughead new found popularity after he became a NewYork Times bestselling author. They just drifted apart. That didn’t mean she didn’t own every single copy of every single book he had written, notes scattered in the margins. But here she was, sitting in a hospital waiting for news on her first love, her heart racing in her chest, stomach in knots.

“Elizabeth Cooper?”

She whipped around at the voice and rushed over to the tall man In the doctors scrubs.
“Is he okay? What happened? Can i see him? If you let him die I will sue you for everything, my best friend is Veronica Lodge, best lawyer in all of NewYork.” She threatened, her eyes filling with tears.

“Ms.Cooper, Jughead is fine. He was in a minor motorcycle accident, the extent of his injuries is a broken arm. You can go in and see him.” He stepped aside with a knowing smile and right before Betty breezed past him, she turned around.

“His medical records, are they old? Do you maybe still have his emergency contact from high school?” She questioned, her voice the picture of faux steady and cool.

The doctor smiled softly
“Actually Mr.Jones just came in last month to update his records, he still signed you as his emergency contact.”

Betty stared for a moment longer, her eyes somewhere far away, somewhere colored with leather jackets and strawberry milkshakes, a hidden smile appearing on her face before she raced down the hall.

Slamming the door to his hospital room open, she smiled when she saw him attempting to wrap his flannel over the sling on his arm.

“I hope that’s not your writing hand.” She spoke softly, still causing him to jump and turn quickly, his eyes widening when he saw Betty standing in the doorway.

“Betty?” He asked confused, his eyes wide in awe and looking desperately handsome in his scruffy bearded glory, she was struck by how similar he looked to his father.

“the doctor called. I’m your emergency contact remember?” She smiled and took a seat on the bed beside him.

He groaned and smacked his good hand to his forehead

“This hardly constitutes an emergency, I’m so sorry Betty.” He blushed light pink and looked away.

“Hey.” She brought his attention back to her “ im happy they called me. I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you and I didn’t know.. I didn’t..” she trailed off, her fingers moving to dig into her palms, even after all these years she still hadn’t dropped the habit.

Jughead was quick to catch it, just like he always had been, enveloping both of her hands with his.

“I’m okay.” He whispered, eyes burning into hers.

“When they called me I was so scared.. I thought something really bad had happened.. I thought I had lost you and I never even had the Chance…” she trailed off

Jughead brought his fingers to her chin, tilting it up so her eyes met his again

“Had the chance to what?” He urged her to finish, her dark grassy green eyes met his ocean blue and after a second she mumbled something suspiciously similar to
“Oh hell.”
And her lips were on his, his good arm gripping her waist, while her hands buried themselves in his hair. It was like two ships coming to dock. It was one of those lifetime original movie moments. Romeo and Juliet reunited and no one had to die.

When Jughead pulled away he panted, resting his forehead against Betty’s
“I come three times a year to make sure you’re still my emergency contact, I wouldn’t want anyone else but you by my side.” He whispered into the quiet air, his nose nuzzling hers as he breathed in her familiar scent. She was home to him, no matter how long it took he had always known he would come back home.

“Next time you want to see me, just call. You don’t have to get into a motorcycle accident every time. Your insurance will skyrocket.” She giggled and he grinned, pressing his lips to hers again

“You got it Juliet.”

Self Conclusion (Chapter Five)

Self Conclusion (Chapter One)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Two)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Three)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Four)


Jughead slept fitfully in Betty’s lap for twenty minutes before he asked to be alone again.

Betty busied herself in the kitchen baking fresh bread and cookies while Jughead napped. After an hour and a half, Betty decided to wake him up, bringing a mug of soup, slices of fresh bread and a plate full of cookies.

When Betty opened the door to her dark bedroom, Jughead was lying on her bed, facing her.

“Hi,” She murmured quietly, placing the tray down next to the laptop on her desk.

“Hi,” He answered quietly.

“I know you’re still sad, but -”

Jughead sat up quickly and shook his head. “No, no, that’s just it. I’m not sad any more, I’m pissed off.” His voice rose.

“It’ll be okay, Jug, I -”

“Will it? I-I am so angry that my face is burning up. My blood literally feels like it’s boiling a-and I’m going to be engulfed and all that will be left of me is a pile of ashes and I don’t know how to stop it!”

“Don’t let it consume you, Jughead. I know, easier said than done, but you need to take back control. Get it out of you anyway you can - take a kick boxing class, or -” She couldn’t help but notice the look of distaste on Jughead’s face. “- Or,” She said again pointedly. “Write it down in a journal like me, or write songs or poetry or start a podcast, do anything to get the anger and heat out of your body. Don’t let it burn you up.”

Jughead sighed.

Betty jutted her chin towards her laptop. “Go let it out,” She murmured.

Jughead stood up and wandered to the desk, picking up the plate of cookies instead of the laptop. He popped one in his mouth and made a face Betty couldn’t decipher.

“What? Are they okay? I just made them.”

He shoved another in his mouth and chewed quickly before answering her. “These are the best goddamn cookies I’ve ever eaten.”

Betty blushed slightly and laughed. “Slow down, there’s more in the kitchen.”

“What kind are they?” He asked as he shoved another in his mouth.

“Lemon crinkle cookies. The’re one of my favorites, too. I’ve only made them once before, so…” She trailed off, not really knowing what she wanted to say. “I’m glad you like them, though.”

Jughead sat back down next to Betty on the bed.

“It’ll make you feel better if you pour yourself into something,” Betty murmured quietly.

“I’m already starting to feel better. And actually, I-I’d like to get to know you better. Maybe finish our 21 Questions?”

Betty smiled. “Sure. I think you asked the last one, so I’ll go.”

Jughead nodded.

“When did you first start thinking about… about killing yourself?”

Jughead scratched the back of his neck. “Just like that, huh?”

“I just figured since we’re running out of time we might as well ask the real questions.” Heat crept into Betty’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Jughead nodded. “I  really don’t remember the first time I thought about it. It feels like it’s always been there, creeping in the back of my mind, and it just got louder and louder until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

Betty chewed on her lip.

“With every shitty hand I got dealt throughout the years, it got worse.  I’ve heard all my life that I’m a disappointment, or a failure, or a liability and my plan was to prove them all wrong. But the older I got, the more truthful it became, and the plan to prove them wrong got over-shadowed by the voice telling me to end it all instead. I’m just a big fuck-up. I’ve been bullied all my life, and fuck them, cause I don’t need people like Cheryl Blossom or Reggie Mantle in my life, but when the people who are supposed to be there for you through everything, like Archie, or my own mother start to leave, what are you supposed to do?”

“You’re not a fuck up, Jughead. I wish you could see you the way I see you.” Betty pulled Jughead’s hand into hers.

“How do you see me?” He asked quietly.

“I mean, you’ve always been the smartest person I know. And sarcastic. But you’re also the strongest person I’ve ever met. Even when we stopped talking, the way you carried yourself in school, it seemed like you were perfectly okay being by yourself because you knew you were out of everyone else’s league. And being here, now, with me? Stopping yourself from doing it? That takes courage, Jughead.”

“Then you’re courageous, too.”

Betty shook her head slowly. “No, I’m not. Sure, I go up to the Cliffs all the time, but I’m too cowardly to go through with anything.”

Jughead gripped Betty’s hands tighter. “You’re too smart to go through with anything. There’s nothing courageous about killing yourself.”

“There’s nothing courageous about this, either.” Betty murmured, opening her palm to remind him of her crescent-shaped scars.

Jughead rubbed his thumb over them. “We all have ways to dull our sharp edges, y’know?”

“How do you dull the pain?”

Jughead shrugged. “All different ways, I guess.  Did you know I once initiated a fight with Reggie just because I wanted to feel something? I was numb. So being punched in the face was better than that. Writing helps, too. You keep a journal? I’ve been writing a novel.”

“What?” Betty’s eyes lit up, a small smile forming on her lips. “That’s incredible. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because if I kill myself, it’s never going to get published. If I don’t want a future, what’s the point of taking about the possibility of one?”

Betty’s eyes started to sting, tears pooling. “I’m sorry I can’t change your mind, Jughead. I know we haven’t been close lately, we haven’t talked in years, but I-I don’t want to lose you.”

Jughead opened his mouth, about to say something, then changed his mind. He closed it again. “You are one of the only people to show me kindness, you know that? And I’ll always be grateful.”

Betty squeezed his hand. “I still have 31 hours to try and change your mind.” She whispered.

“You’ve helped me more than you know, Betty.”

Betty smiled sadly. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name since the 7th grade.”

“I just can’t imagine a world where we leave this house on Sunday and go back to being friends and the rest of the world just magically melts away and the shit stops.”

“The shit might not stop, Jughead, but we could deal with the shit together. I don’t want it to go back to the way it was before - I just thought you wanted to be alone. And now I know differently, I -”

“It might kill me to get my hopes up, Betty.”

Betty cast her eyes down at their intertwined fingers. “Tell me about your mom? And Jellybean?”

“There’s not much to tell about my Mom - she tried. She kept her job at the diner for a while when Dad was working with Fred, but eventually she got fired. When I was little, she used to tell me I was “too much”, whatever that meant. It’s not like I was a hyper kid. When she took JB to Toldeo, it was as if the thought of bringing me along with her never occurred to her. It was just like her and Dad would split the kids down the middle - JB with her, me with Dad, that’s it. JB cried the morning they left, and I promised her that I would see her soon, but I haven’t seen her since that morning. That kid means more to me than anyone else.”

“I’m so sorry, Jughead. I know she misses you, though. Why not go see her?”

“I called my mom a couple weeks ago, she doesn’t have the room for me right now.” Jughead shrugged and stood up. He trudged to the laptop and pulled up Betty’s iTunes library.

“Have you ever played the Music Game?” Betty asked as she saw her music library fill the screen.

Jughead shook his head. “What’s that?”

“You answer questions with songs or song lyrics. For example, my first question: What song would you describe yourself with?”

“Uh,” Jughead faltered. “Creep by Radiohead. What about you?”

Betty thought for a second. “Gasoline by Halsey.”

“What song would you use to describe me?” Jughead asked.

“Maybe not you, but your life: The Show Must Go On by Queen. Same question.”

Jughead took a deep breath. “Not Just A Girl by She Wants Revenge.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” Betty answered sheepishly.

Jughead looked relived. “Your turn.”

“What’s the anthem of your life?”

“Wasn’t that your first question?”

“No,” Betty half-smiled. “That was a song that you would use to describe yourself. This is… this is more like a song that you feel a deep connection to, like it could’ve been written for you.”

Jughead bit his lip for a second before answering. “Degausser by Brand New.”

“Jughead,” Betty murmured sadly. She knew the song well.

“Same question.”

“Breathe Me by Sia, maybe.”

Jughead shrugged. “I’ve never heard it.”

“What song do you wish described your life?”

“My Way by Frank Sinatra.”  

“How would you describe this weekend so far?”

“It’s my turn to ask,” Jughead smirked. “But, uh, To Be Alone by Hozier.”

The heat rose to Betty’s cheeks. “Really?” She whispered.

Jughead nodded.

“Jughead? Will you do something for me?”

Jughead nodded again. He padded back over to the bed and sat next to Betty.

“When fourty-eight hours are over, will you go to a therapist? Or talk to someone? I - I really want to keep getting to know you. And you deserve to see Jellybean again.”

Jughead nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Really?” Tears pricked Betty’s eyes.

“Yeah. But you have to, too.”

Betty nodded. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

“I had the biggest crush on you in 7th grade.”

Jughead’s mouth hung open slightly. “Really?” He felt like he was gasping for air.

Betty smiled. “Yeah.”

“Betty I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

She placed her hand gently against Jughead’s cheek. Her eyes were searching his, trying to read him. She leaned forward until Jughead caught her lips between his.

It was soft, sweet, gentle.

They both needed more.

Betty ran her hand to the back of Jughead’s neck to pull him closer. Her fingers weaved with his hair, pushing his hat off his head.

His tongue moved gently against hers, moving his mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and the delicate skin behind her ear.

Betty tilted her head back. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Jughead grazed his hand over her neck, his thumb moving softly over Betty’s soft lips. She opened her mouth to gasp as his teeth nipped at her neck, allowing his thumb to slip in between her lips. She ran her tongue over his thumb before he brought his mouth back to hers.

“Betty,” he murmured into her mouth.

She broke the kiss only to place one of her legs over Jughead’s, straddling his lap. She kissed him again, gently, running her hands down his back. She toyed with the hem of his shirt.

Jughead pulled away only to pull his shirt off. He peppered soft kisses against her jawline. He returned to her lips with a hunger, nibbling and sucking and needing more.

He brushed his hand against Betty’s stomach, curling his hand around her waist to press her body against his.

Betty raised up on her knees to have him pull her shirt off. She sank back down, shifting slightly so she was sitting on Jughead’s leg. She began to suck on Jughead’s neck, eliciting a moan from his lips. She moved her hips ever so slightly against his thigh, the friction causing the heat to pool in between her thighs.

“Betty,” Jughead murmured, lust filling his voice.

A whimper escaped Betty’s throat in response.

He ran his hands against Betty’s back, gripping her soft skin. She ground herself against Jughead’s thigh once more and pulled Jughead’s bottom lip between her teeth.

She placed her hands at the waistline of Jughead’s pants. “Do you want to?”

3

Last night I would have been seeing Chris for the ninth time. Instead, I celebrated his life with others who hold him dear in their hearts. We shared stories of seeing him and expressed the different ways in which he affected our lives. Every day I am grateful for him. Without him, I would not be alive. Thank you, Chris. I love you. You mean more to me than anyone will ever know.

You’re the Tony Rydinger to my Violet Parr

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2171

Requested by anonymous: Hello! Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has invisibility and force field powers but is super shy at peter’s school and one day she gets bullied and Peter saves her and when he’s Spider-Man she saves him and he falls in love with her plz and thanks 😋 

A/N: I really hope you guys like this one! Please let us know if you have any feedback, positive or negative. I had fun writing this one. :) I thought of Violet from “The Incredibles”, hence the title lol 


 You crouched down, hiding by the convenience store across the street from the bank that was in the middle of being robbed. Three men were inside, shoving cash into large black duffel bags. They all were clad in black, complete with stereotypical ski masks. You took a deep breath, slowing your thumping heart and felt a slight chill run from the tips of your toes all the way up to your scalp. You glanced down, unable to see your hands or legs. You smiled a little as your confidence surged, glad you were finally gaining more control of your powers. You had them your whole life, but the only control you had over them was to keep them a secret; never using them. But, ever since you saw Spider-Man online one night, when you were supposed to be studying for your calculus exam the next day, you knew you could use your obscuration ability to help him out, even if you were invisible to him.

You saw the robbers you were observing dash out of the bank, each of them carrying duffel bags full of cash. You felt your heart skip a beat, suddenly feeling anxious as your mind began to race through every single worse case scenario. Hey, you told yourself, it’ll be fine. Just don’t think about it. You imagined your mind as a whiteboard and yourself wiping all of your thoughts away, and with one more deep breath, and held your arm out, concentrating. Moving targets were always the hardest. You imagined a giant bubble enclosing the robbers, keeping them contained. Only, this bubble didn’t pop. You heard one of the guys yell, making the other three halt, spinning on their heels to see what was going on.

One of the men was in the middle of the sidewalk, pounding on an imaginary barrier like a mime. Except you knew he wasn’t miming. Your force field only caught one of the men. You winced at the pain the captured man was causing you; if anyone hit your shields, it was a like someone was slamming a hammer against your skull. You kept up the shield and raised your other hand, trapping the three other men in another bubble before they could run to assist their pal. All three of the men crashed into the wall of their bubble falling to the ground and the resulting pain causing you to yelp and drop your shields. You moaned as the pain subsided, rubbing your temple.

“What the heck was that?” One of the men yelled, turning this way and that to try to see a source of the mysterious boundaries. You felt your heartbeat and adrenaline pick up again, making your knees shake. You glanced down, you were still invisible. Well, partially; one arm was exposed. You were glad you decided to hide in the shadows, just in case this happened. You exhaled, a chill running down your arm as it turned invisible. As your arm disappeared, an odd swishing sound ripped through the air. You lifted your head up, toward the source.

The one and only Spider-Man was crouched on top of a street light, hands extended as he launched web after web at the bad guys, trapping them to the ground. You stared in awe, admiring how swift he was, the vivid color of his suit, the way his biceps bulged under the constraint of the near skin-tight uniform… You shook your head, stepping out of the shadows and dashing across the street to meet your idol, keeping your steps as light and silent as you could. Spider-Man froze, his head cocked to the side like he was listening. You had reached him when he stopped webbing up the bad guys, so you froze too, a few feet behind him. For some reason, you felt incredibly nervous all of the sudden, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break your ribs. Spider-Man turned around, facing you. You gasped a little and double-checked that your invisibility was still functional. Spider-Man stared in your direction. Did he see you?

“Hello?” Spider-Man called out, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Your vocal cords froze. You just stood there, three feet in front of Spider-Man, invisibility powers concealing you. After an eternity, Spider-Man called out again, but when he got no response, he sighed and turned, flinging a web toward the building in front of him.

“Good job, Spidey,” You heard him say, “You’re just hearing things. Thanks, Spider-sense, for giving me a heart attack.” He swung away, leaving you in front of the bank, the four bad guys trying to fight their way out of their sticky situation. You sighed, feeling warmth seep into your skin as you switched your invisibility powers off. The sound of the four robbers screaming like little girls when they saw someone suddenly appear out of thin air made you jump and unconsciously switch you invisibility back on, making them scream even louder. You ran toward your place, done with fighting villainy for the night.

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About Time // Part 8

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Character: Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)

Type/Genre/words: Angst, Alternate Universe (Time Travel!au, Soulmate!au) / 11,041 words

Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion

Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

Warning: mentions of cancer

Originally posted by izbirakin


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  • Jeongyeon: [Holding a clipboard] Ok people we have T-Minus 1 hour until Dahyun shows up for this surprise party. Jihyo how's the layout coming along?
  • Jihyo: All I need to do is move the couch back and then we've got ourselves a dance floor in the middle of the living room
  • Jeongyeon: Perfect, you can use your godly strength for that. Mina, how are we doing on decorations?
  • Mina: Streamers are nearly done. We ran into a bit of trouble after Sana and the helium incident but now that she's on cake duty we should be fine.
  • Jeongyeon: ... I honestly don't think I want to know the details of that. Speaking of, Chaeyoung, my loyal second in command! What's the latest update from the cake team?
  • Chaeyoung: [Holding her phone] Sana and Momo have arrived at the cake shop. Apparently there was some confusion and the cake ended up over our budget. They don't have the money to pay for it.
  • Jeongyeon: Ok, we can work this out. I think we have enough time to send someone else down there with the mon-
  • Chaeyoung: Sana stole the cake
  • Jeongyeon: SHE DID WHAT
  • Chaeyoung: Yep, Sana and Momo are now running from the bakery with a stolen cake
  • Jihyo: Don't worry, Sana can charm her way out of it... probably
  • Jeongyeon: What about Tzuyu? She's responsible, how she's going with her distraction detail.
  • Chaeyoung: Tzuyu's not running distraction. She's manipulating one of our soundcheck guys to try and borrow one of the good speakers.
  • Jeongyeon: Wait if Tzuyu's not the one keeping Dahyun distracted then that means...
  • {Meanwhile}
  • Dahyun: [Banging on the windows of the locked car she's trapped in] Nayeon-unnie! Don't leave me!
  • Nayeon: Sorry, gotta keep you occupied for an hour. I mean what else am I gonna do, actually spend time with you?
Super Date

It’s finished, edited, and ready to be read. Enjoy, guys!

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers
Additional Tags: lots of flustered kara, First Date, realizing sexuality, Fluff, the fluffiest bitch, lena doesn’t know that supergirl is kara
Summary:

Lena Luthor finally gets the courage to ask Supergirl out on a date. Kara Danvers is determined to give her the most amazing date of all time.

Rooftop dates and candlelit dinners.

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For anon…reader is dating Tony as requested. Enjoy! Mentions of abusive previous relationship

Y/N slammed the door behind her as she entered Pepper’s office. The red head glanced up with a confused expression. Knitting her brows, she glanced down at her notes before looking back up.

“Y/N?” she asked, “I didn’t think I was supposed to see you until Thursday.”
She smiled. “I’m sorry Pepper. It’s just…I couldn’t go home quite yet.”
“Why’s that?”

Pepper arched a brow as she saw Y/N’s face pale. The woman quickly covered it with a shake of the head.

“The apartment above mine flooded. They’re working on my ceiling. Would it be alright if I milled about here?”

Pepper studied Y/N for a moment. Something was off, but she wasn’t sure what. A moment later, Pepper nodded in agreement.

“Of course. I’ve got an hour: we could have our meeting now.”

Y/N smiled appreciatively at Pepper.

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NON-SPOILER REVIEW OF PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES

HOLY CRAP IT IS FINALLY HERE! Let me tell you, I have been anticipating this film since it was announced that Javier would be playing the villain back in 2015. I have tracked it, followed it, and kept an eye on it for two years straight now… and now I’ve seen it! So, was it good?

Let’s start with the pros of this film, because there are quite a few!

- The CGI in this film was absolutely incredible. It was groundbreaking. The ships looked amazing, the open waters were beautiful, the creatures in the film looked awesome, and of course, Capitan Salazar’s CG hair looked seamless. No complaints there.

- The acting in this film was great. Johnny Depp was as usual, fantastic in his role of Captain Jack Sparrow, and he was hilarious as usual. I was fortunate to see the film in a rather packed IMAX theater, and the crowd loved Jack and his humor. The new cast members were great, as well. Though personally, I found Henry to be the better of the two new young faces. He had a more compelling motivation, and was a better actor than Kaya, I thought. Javier Bardem as Capitan Armando Salazar was fantastic, though I expected nothing less. He was menacing, terrifying, unpredictable, and still carried a bit of that Javier charm that he adds to every role. Loved it. Best part of the movie.

- Capitan Salazar is a pro in himself. He was a fantastic villain whom you really understood and even could empathize with. However, I do have one complaint about the character that I will address further down.

- This film did a great job at really recapturing that sense of adventure that some of the other films lacked. It was amazing to hear that iconic Pirates score and watch Jack Sparrow try and escape his ill-fortune once again. For that, I commend the filmmakers a job well done.

- The score in this film is fantastic as well. Though it isn’t Hans Zimmer this time around, the new composer did a fantastic job. There were several moments in the film where the music was just breathtaking, AND THE SCORE WHEN THE CREDITS ARE ROLLING WAS AMAZING. If anyone knows the title of that track, I would appreciate the info!

Let’s get to some cons, because there are a few things that did bother me a little.

- The new characters were not very compelling. In particular, I found that I really didn’t care at all about Carina, even though there is a major plot reveal in the film that ties in with her. I found that her acting was okay, but she in herself lacked a bit. Her motivation for searching for the Trident wasn’t quite strong enough and kind of got lost in the storyline.

- Which reminds me… in the middle of the film, the plot gets a bit convoluted. You have Barbossa’s ships, Salazar’s ship, the British Navy’s ships, and Jack’s ship, and they are all pretty much chasing after each other. I could have done without the British Navy subplot, though they and their ship did suffer a pretty awesome fate. But the film did kind of jump around a lot, and at times it was difficult to keep up.

- Captain Salazar. NOW HOLD UP. YOU KNOW I HAVE NOTHING BAD TO SAY ABOUT JAVS OR HIS BADASS GHOST VILLAIN, so take a breath. My con, is that once again, I felt like Javier’s villain was a bit underutilized. We see him quite a bit, and his presence in the film is the central plot point that keeps the characters moving to their destination. His character is what keeps that sense of urgency present throughout the movie. However, I wanted more. Better yet, I wanted to see Salazar come up with some sort of plan or strategy. I just needed more Salazar overall, as he was my favorite part of the movie.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales is not a perfect film, nor was it ever supposed to be. I think that that is where many critics get lost. They expect every damn movie they see to be the greatest thing ever. No. Take it for what it is, Pirates 5 is a fun, entertaining adventure film that will make you laugh, cry, and feel everything in between. It may not be the best adventure film ever, but it has a lot of heart, and it shows.

My score 8/10

When everyone else is gone, the pastas...

Tim : Takes his pants off and lays on the couch, watching old black and white movies. Ordered Chinese.
Brian : Takes off his skimask and hood, and lays in his room. Doing absolutely nothing. He ordered pizza though.
Toby : Rolls around in the livingroom, watching MLP. Went to McDonalds.
Jack : He lays in his room with his clothes off (exept for his boxers), thinking over life.
LJ : Just basically explodes over the whole house, candy, ribbons and more. Of course he ends up cleaning it up after.
Kate : She goes around and reads books, enjoying the quiet house, loving her Chinese she got.
Charlie : Lays down in the middle of the house, eating leftovers.
Sally : She makes a tea party in the living room, bringing every stuffed animals she has there. For food, she ate sandwiches.
Natalie : She goes around and sets all clocks to hers. After, she goes out to subway for lunch. Then she goes to her room to wire more.
Jane : She would be sorting out her room, and then picking out outfits, lastly cooking.
Liu : He pulls out his game console and plays team fortress two.
Ben : He plays legend of zelda again, modding it too.
Jeff : He sharpens his knives and then goes to steakhouse ribs.
Jason : He stops making toys for a day, actually. He gets dressed up to go to fancy diners.
Slender : Puts away all paperwork, lets his tentacles hand loose and watches some 70’s movies.

So Infuriated

We have neighbors who’re renting out the house next to us because the owner got orders elsewhere. Right before they moved in, they adopted a little dog named Judy. She’s an escape artist which, sure I can understand from time to time. But it’s partly their fault. They don’t want to fix/alter the fence since they’re renting, they insist on keeping her outside at all times (even when it’s above 30C/85F) and all that “keeps” her in is a chain on a spike in the middle of the yard. There’s no doghouse or anything. 

Today (Saturday) I heard noises that sounded like a puppy. And I’m thinking “oh great, they got another dog”. And because I am a nosy bitch, I stuck my head out on the porch to see if I could see the kids playing in the backyard to give weight to my theory. What do I see? Judy, at the outside back corner of my fence (which is the opposite side that their house is one) surrounded by the lake.

She managed to pull her chain out of the ground, went off running, and got the spiral metal spike wrapped around a giant root in the lake. She was stuck and could not get loose. So I put on a pair of my husband’s old military boots which are huge on me but better protect my feet, went out wading in the lake since it was the only way to get to her, unwrapped it and brought her into my yard. We have fences taller than I am, so she should be alright until the owners get home.

I text the owner and let them know. She didn’t even ask if Judy was okay, just “how” since she was left on her chain and a “thank you”.

DAN SMITH IS WEARING A TWIN PEAKS SHIRT I GAVE HIM!!
I handed my gift for Dan in Zurich to Dick and for two months i constantly tweeted Dan asking if he got my gift but got no answer and eventually i gave up on tweeting him about it. And then this happened. Yesterday when i found out I was out, slightly drunk and couldn’t believe my own eyes and then i started jumping, laughing in the middle of the street. I got some weird looks but I was so happy I didn’t give shit about it. And my friend started jumping with me because she was so happy for me. This means he read my very enotional letter and has Dead poet society bookmark.
I still can’t believe Dan Smith did that.

anonymous asked:

Around when, between which eps haha, do you think Arizona knew she was in love with Callie

Somewhere between “Sweet Surrender” and “What a difference a day makes”, I think Arizona knew she was in love with Callie.

The way she stood by Callie’s side was a Big Deal, in my opinion, because I always got the impression (even before she said it herself) that Arizona tended to run when things got difficult. She didn’t like drama. Didn’t want to be caught up in deep emotional issues. She wanted the fun, flirty part, not the hard parts. And so the whole thing with Callie and her dad? I don’t think Arizona would have kept herself in the middle of that for just anyone – i don’t think she would have been there emotionally for just anyone like she was for Callie.

So I think she knew already that Callie was different. And I headcanon that after the first time they slept together, she knew she loved her.

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

PLEASE TELL THE CHILDREN THE STORY OF MS. STUBELS

Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

  1. The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.
  2. The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on. 

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel.  And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

  • Smashed three windows.
  • Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.
  • Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.
  • Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.
  • Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks
  • Went into students desks, ripped up their books.
  • Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)
  • Threw some desks around.
  • Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)
  • Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.
  • Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.
  • Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.
  • Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.
  • Broke multiple chairs.
  • Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)
  • Set a fire in the trash can.
  • When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.
  • She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.
  • So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

  1. It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.
  2. About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”
  3. About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.  
  4. A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

9

T H E   T R U T H   - EXO’rDIUM Opening VCR

It is hard to know, what is true or what is false.
We all believe what we see with our eyes.
So people do not believe each other, fight each other, and hurt others.
But this is why we are so special.
However, we people, are sometimes very dangerous.
We care about each other, but we also hate one another.
When one’s truth collides with other’s truth, so many things gets destroyed.
Is that why?
This is the reason, why we have them.
From now on, I will tell you from when they existed, and where they are.
And the truth lies all around us.
The nine stories that I will tell you from now on, is the truth that people did not know.

(please click on the gifs for the story behind it)

Your Faves Are Problematic: Gorillaz

2D:
-Feeds Kinder Eggs to cats
-Eats Massive Dick
-Needs Murdoc to tie his shoelaces
-His name is literally Stu Pot… stew pot…
-Dated Rachel Stevens
-Mum Jeans
-Sold the Geep!!!


Murdoc:
-Turned green seemingly overnight
-Dressed as a nazi that one time
-Kidnapped Russel
-Kidnapped 2D
-*various Murdoc noises*
-He’s been wearing the same Cuban heels for about 16 years
-THE BAFF
-Hangs pictures of him cutting an onion up in his house


Russel:
-Likes eels
-Sleeps in the middle of the road
-Seems to be tired all the time (same tho)
-Probably cares too much
-There’s not really anything wrong with him. I’m finding this one really tricky. He’s so lovely please take care of this boy.

Noodle:
-???
-Umm…
-It says that for the new Humanz album, she pretty much Fed-Ex’d herself to the band again. Why? She didn’t need to do that. I mean, it’s cute because that’s how she initially arrived at the very beginning but like, the poor girl could’ve just got a plane. She finished Moby Dick though so that’s good. I hope she enjoyed it.

small detail from sense8: sun is always in her underwear because everyone keeps waking her the fuck up in the middle of the night seriously she must get like 3 hours of sleep, the nearest person who asks for her help is in fucking Nairobi, 6 hours away, phew, got that wrapped up by 11pm, time to sleep for three hours until Naomi wakes up in San Francisco and rouses her at 3 in the morning.