so hopefully it worked

Harry Styles and Olivia Andrews had been friends for years.
What happens when you throw a trip to Vegas for a wedding and a drunken night together into the mix? A recipe for complications.

A story about how falling in love with your best friend might not be the worst thing in the world.

Weak In The Knees (the rewrite)
Coming (back) soon.

anonymous asked:

omg i'm such an idiot and i feel so fricking dumb. it was my bday so i got a tattoo and it's just a simple script tattoo so it wasn't that much but the artist did a sweet job so i MEANT to tip 45$ but i'm such an idiot and pressed the % button instead and gave this guy an 80$ tip on a $180 tattoo and i want to launch myself into space bc i cant do anything bout it now but i feel dumb and GSJDJSFKJDFKJ

BRRRRRUH i always try to tip 40-50% whenever i can for tattoos. like tat artists are (usually, hopefully) amazing and they work so hard and need all the tips they can get!! so while it might have hurt ur wallet a little, it’s actually a really good thing for ur artist!!! aye!! i had a 200 tat done and i tipped 100. #aye

THE HIATUS IS OVER!!

Tomorrow I take two of my finals and my last one is on Thursday, so I’m basically officially DONE with this semester?? Like fuck yeah. After I do my exams I’m going to do a write up for some blog changes (regarding what threads I’m keeping and so forth) and then hopefully I’ll start work on a bias list/theme thingy I intend to give away.

I wanna thank y’all for sticking by me these last few weeks because I have been just… dead and dying. Even right now I’m feeling very )8 but that’s largely just brain death from studying today and also my FUCKING TEETH hurting because of course they decided to wait until FINALS CAME UP to start giving me issues. FFFFFFF god help me.

Anyway I may crash early tonight unless I’m in too much pain to sleep lol.

The Dinosaurs Will Turn to Dust

 *shows up to my own fic 15 minutes late with starbucks, wearing sunglasses*

heyyy….

i’m so sorry this is late!! one of my coworkers had to go back east because her mom’s in the icu so i’ve been working overtime lately…hopefully she’ll be back soon and my hours will kinda normalize.

okay, disclaimer: i have no idea how fast drugs would show up in a urine test. that, i am happy to say, i have never had to find out. having said that, i figured most drugs absorb into the bloodstream fairly quickly, and since your body is constantly filtering your blood to remove toxins which are then expelled through urine, a few hours would be leeway enough. let’s just pretend i know what i’m talking about. 

on the other hand, i’m actually kind of happy with an ending?? for the first time in forever?? *closes eyes and crosses fingers*

(i’m gonna try and get this crossposted on AO3 soon, when i have the time and the motivation hyoop)

enjoy!!

part one here / part two here / part three here / part four here / part five here / part six here / part seven here

Originally posted by ayeohwesterburg

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Veronica was hanging upside down on the monkey bars at the park by her house, giggling as she felt the blood rush to her head.

“I haven’t done this in forever,” she laughed, and JD smiled at her, one eyebrow arched.

“You look ridiculous,” he told her, and she grinned.

“I know,” she replied. “It’s fun. You should join me.”

“I don’t think so,” JD teased. “I’d spill our slushies.”

Veronica rolled her eyes, sitting up so she was on top of the monkey bars and grabbing onto them for support as her world blurred for a second.

“Ah, yes,” she said, “we can’t have that.”

She jumped lightly to the ground, leaning up to kiss JD as she took her slushie from his hand.

“Hey, don’t knock it,” he breathed, and she smiled.

“Of course not,” she chuckled, kissing him again briefly before pulling away and making her way over to the grass. She collapsed onto the ground, staring up at the sky as she saw JD sit next to her.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Veronica sighed, letting her happy smile fade away. “I guess I just have to accept the fact that my social life is ruined and do my best to protect Martha from the worst of the fallout.”

“Don’t say that,” JD replied, frowning slightly. “We’ll figure out how to make them stop. Our love is God, babe.”

Veronica wrinkled her nose and squinted up at JD.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, confused. He shrugged and took a sip of his slushie.

“Nevermind,” he said, and Veronica decided to let it slide as she sat up and took a long drink of her own slushie, wincing at the now-familiar pain of the brainfreeze.

JD laughed at her, pulling her into his lap.

“You’re adorable,” he told her, and she scoffed quietly, eyes dancing.

“No, you’ve got it wrong, babe,” she said, casually intertwining their free hands. “You’re the adorable one here.”

“Hey,” he protested, chuckling as he kissed her nose. “I’ll have you know, someone once called me a Baudelaire-quoting badass, and she looked smart so I think I believe her.”

Veronica grinned, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” she said, and felt him kiss the top of her head.

“I worship you,” he breathed, and Veronica felt her heart soar.

They spent the rest of the day talking and laughing, and as they made their way to Veronica’s house from the park, she could have sworn her feet didn’t touch the ground at all as she held JD’s hand.

Veronica fell asleep quickly, nestled securely in JD’s arms. She didn’t wake as he slipped out the window and walked to the payphone down the block, dialing a number he hadn’t used in years.

“Hey,” he said as the voice on the other end greeted him. “What’s the going price for steroids these days?”

~~~

Veronica woke the next morning to JD humming as he read a thick book, sitting in the chair at her desk.

“I could wake up like this every morning,” Veronica greeted, sitting up and rubbing her eyes as JD grinned, dropped the book on the desk, and made his way over to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

“I thought of the perfect way to get revenge on Kurt and Ram,” he said happily, and Veronica smiled.

“Oh yeah?”

He held up two bottles. Veronica took one and read the label, furrowing her brow.

“What’s…methandrostenolone?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Steroids,” JD said casually, and Veronica’s eyes went wide.

“JD, do you have any idea how much trouble they would get in for this? They could go to prison,” she hissed, and he shook his head with a fond smile.

“Relax,” he said. “The label’s fake. Those pills are just your common garden-variety ibuprofen. We’ll plant these in their gym bags, make it look like they’re taking drugs, but everything will come back clean, and they’ll be the laughingstock of the whole school.”

Veronica blinked as a smile spread across her face.

“You’re a genius,” she said, leaning up to kiss him once more.

~~~

Veronica straightened her skirt anxiously and knocked on the door of the locker room, knowing that Kurt and Ram were the only two in there.

Kurt swung the door open, squinting at Veronica.

“What do you want?” he asked, and Veronica held up two mugs full of green smoothie.

“Well, I wanted to thank you,” she said sweetly, “you know, for showing me such a good time at the party, and I know you guys like protein shakes, so I made these for you. It seemed fitting that I help you keep your…manly physiques.”

Kurt raised his eyebrows, but Ram had made his way to the door and grabbed a mug.

“Hell yeah,” he grinned, grabbing one mug and downing the whole thing in one go.

Over his shoulder, Veronica saw JD, who had entered quietly through the other door, slip one bottle of pills into each boy’s bag.

“Oooh,” she said, looking back at the two jocks. “That was impressive…but I bet Kurt can’t do that.”

Kurt’s chest puffed up angrily, and he snatched the other mug and threw it back even faster than Ram had. Veronica pretended to swoon.

JD gave her a thumbs-up and slipped out of sight, and Veronica smiled at the two boys in front of her.

“Well, I’d better be going,” she said, “but hey, maybe we should spend some…quality time together later.”

Kurt and Ram nodded, and Veronica forced a giggle, stepping back to let the door swing shut.

“Later,” she cooed, and the door shut. She heard one of them tell the other to “punch it in” and rolled her eyes, turning around and making her way out to the football field to meet up with JD.

While she had been distracting the two of them, he had gone to the football coach and faked concern for the two, telling the coach he suspected drug use, before sneaking into the locker room to plant the bottles.

She grinned as she saw him, relief and happiness spreading through her whole body.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she giggled, and JD grinned.

“I can,” he said. “I can’t wait to see their faces when they realize what we’ve done.”

They sat on the football field for a while, talking as they watched the clouds.

Almost three hours had passed when a siren whooped from the parking lot, and Veronica craned her head to watch as two uniformed officers made their way into the locker room, followed by a man holding two plastic cups and some paperwork.

“What’s he doing?” she asked, and JD hummed, turning his head to look at the man.

“Oh, those are drug tests,” he said. “Looks like the instant-result kind too. They’ll know in seconds if it’s positive or negative.”

Veronica waited anxiously as five minutes ticked past.

The door burst open again, and Veronica squeezed JD’s hand as Kurt and Ram were led out in handcuffs by the two police officers, followed by the coach and the drug-test man.

“Wait, what?” Veronica gasped, watching as the drug-test man said something to the coach. Kurt and Ram were unceremoniously helped into the back of the police cruiser, and it drove off.

She heard JD laugh, and whipped her head around to look at him. He looked back with a gleam in his eye that scared her.

“What the fuck did you do?” she demanded, and he bared his teeth in a chilling approximation of a smile.

“Don’t worry, Veronica,” he soothed gleefully, a hint of hysteria dancing in his tone. “They won’t be able to hurt you for a long time.”

“You lied to me?” she screeched, not caring who heard. “Those drugs were real?”

“Of course they were,” he laughed, and Veronica shuddered at the manic glint in his eyes.

“This will ruin their reputations,” Veronica cried. “They’re going to have a drug conviction now, and they’re…wait, how did the drugs even get in their systems?”

“I made those smoothies,” JD chuckled. “Easy enough to slip a few ground-up pills into it.”

Veronica’s jaw dropped, and she could only stare. He rolled his eyes.

“This is a good thing,” he reassured her. “Now they won’t be able to hurt you anymore. Our love is God, Veronica.”

He pulled her into a hug, and she let him hold her, not knowing how he’d react if she pushed him away like she so desperately wanted to. She wanted to rage and cry and scream, but she stayed silent and motionless.

“Our love is God,” JD repeated, squeezing her arm.

“Our love is God,” she echoed back, and felt him laugh as she fought back the urge to scream.

Work at 6 tonight. I do computer and POS (shorthand code for the front registers, hah!) training. Then next week I learn my department. They have me scheduled at night ‘til close, which is annoying because I specifically pointed out how I can’t work PM shifts, so… hopefully once the training period is done they don’t keep giving me these hours. Because I can’t work them. I will legit quit if they do that (for more than three months).

Today I’m up super early, but everything seems tethered to that hour in the evening when I have to go to work. My whole day is hinging around that one point: I have to be somewhere, eventually. It gets in the way of other things I’d want to do, until I learn how to wedge work into my already existing daily schedule of cleaning, cooking/planning meals (which is hard to do when you’re on a specific medical diet), and writing. I still have to make more headway on ICYH’s edits (rewrites, oh boy are they tough), while juggling the new idea that’s growing in my head (a heist romance).

So I think I’ll use today as a research day. Watch To Catch a Thief, track down Strangers on a Train, The Asphalt Jungle, and Treasure of the Sierra Madre; get started reading Six of Crows (which I hope is LEAGUES better than the Grisha trilogy, which I did not like at all), and later this week, continue reading The Palace Job by Patrick Weekes (which really isn’t bad at all. In fact, it’s a fun read). If any of you know any other classic Hollywood heist/crime movies, toss ‘em my way. I’ve seen most of the modern ones already (though I do wanna see The Town).

My country is celebrating 100 years of independence this year and we are also achieving marriage equality on the 1st of March. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our achievements as a nation than celebrating equality and human rights. Congratulations, Finland, may there be many more victories such as this and may your freedom last a thousand years!

(yes, the Finnish flag appears backwards because she’s waving it around)

Begin!AU - Reflection Series : Snowdrop

Snowdrop | Lilac

// o2.18 Happy Birthday J-Hope!

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some lazytown drawings that i’ve done in the past few days

i know i’ve posted the last picture before but i wanted to include it in this set

  • whenever Annabeth tags along to watch Percy skate she always makes sure to bring a gatorade cause he always forgets to grab something to drink before leaving the house 
  • Percy changes his outfit a minimum of three times before every date him and Annabeth go on because even after all this time he just wants to impress her 
  • Annabeth saves up for months to be able to buy Percy tickets to a Knicks game for his birthday 
  • Percy remembers Annabeth talking about this fancy calculator she had her eye on and while out with Sally one day he spots it and happens to have enough saved up to buy it for her 
  • Annabeth sits through a four hour make up lesson from the Aphrodite cabin because she finds herself delving into her femininity– her heart flutters when Percy notices the simple eye liner and blush she wears on their next night out
  • whenever they go to the movies, Percy sneaks in a box of hot tamales for Annabeth to enjoy 
  • Annabeth organizes what she calls play dates for Percy and Grover, coordinating their schedules in the hyper efficient way that only she can, when she thinks they’ve gone too long since hanging out 
  • Percy always asks how her dad and brothers are doing. It’s the only slightly subtle way he knows how to push her to talk to them because even though she’ll never admit it, he knows she misses them. 
  • Annabeth looks up tutorials and walk throughs on Percy’s favorite video games so that she can give him a real run for his money but mostly because she loves the way he sticks his tongue out a little bit and furrows his brow when he’s concentrating on the screen
  • Percy signs up for the email lists at Annabeth’s favorite museums that way he knows when exhibits she would enjoy are in town 
  • there is a Saturday when Percy has an extra basketball practice, so Annabeth spends the afternoon getting frames for the posters on his wall and putting them up– when he gets home she’s laying on his bed and has one of his sweatshirts on while she reads. He can’t help but think how he can’t wait to come home to this for the rest of his life. 

“I got an awful bad feelin’ about this…”

“Whatever it is Mister McCree, Orisa will protect us.”


a quick halloween terrifiant au picture to de-stress 

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hina + yams hanging out in chapter 244 (。’▽’。)
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i just like drawing jimin (photo cred)