someone kill me so i dont have to go to night school

quotes from the music department

*Repeatedly sings part of the music in scat*

“Ben swore to Jesus that if he didn’t help me at the concert he’d do thirty push-ups in front of the entire band, and I’m just as excited for this as you guys are.”

“If it were easy, football players would be doing this”

“We were 4.75 points off of the next band, and I’ll make certain this number will haunt you until next season.”

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a rough week.”

“I’ll just get a golf cart to follow the band in the parade. Maybe one day I’ll play a halftime show in a golf cart, all by myself.”

“No, Danny, you’re not starting a group chat for jazz.”

“Someone made me a 22&½-inch stick to measure steps. Don’t make me use it.”

“Trumpets, raise your right hand, and move it over to the person next to you. You’ll be fingering the notes on their trumpet.” *leans over to woodwinds* “this is gonna be really funny”

“We don’t have Thursday night rehearsal this week, so live the lives you have outside of band. So basically, catch up on homework.”

“Here it is– wait no, that’s 32 pages, that’s not right.”

“Before we step off on Saturday, you need to focus and say the following prayer”

“All the freshmen are on break, none of them are here!” *section leader raises hand* “Adeline’s here” “She’s the only one ADELINE WHY DONT YOU TAKE BREAKS IN THE STANDS”

“I hope this is loud enough, because this is as loud as its gonna get” *glares at the saxophone that forgot the speaker* “He forgot the speaker, my own flesh and blood.”

“As usual, the bassist knows the articulation and rhythms to the saxophone parts better than the saxophones do.”

*beatboxes to metronome*

“I want you to go home, do homework, practice, do more homework, have a milkshake, and practice some more.”

“If you want to annoy the heck out of a musician, play a cadence but leave out the last chord and wait like 20 minutes”

“this passage is called ‘Glendy Burk.’ I went to high school with her, actually.”

“you aren’t feeling well? Drugs?”

“while I was in the middle of complimenting you, you made a mistake”

“that saxophone line was jazzy as hell”

“you just have to play angrier”

“what’s the point if they’re all accented?”

“you squeaked in tune”

“can you take that d?”

“you can play my final pitch”

“imagine brass knuckles, but on a tambourine”

“I had to blow on my tongue”

“Bethany, you’re my number one!”

“the entire band is pianissimo, so play really loud. mezzo piano.”

“go through the head”

“BAD tambourine!!!”

“112 is the American tempo”

“the audience started clapping during the caesura. I didn’t know whether to continue on or leave the stage.”

“Matthew, while you were gone, Ed and I determined that you’re a freeloader”

“you came in early” “I don’t remember”

“did you just compare terrible bass parts to a terrorist attack?”

“Christ, Elizabeth, you’re such a violinist”

“All of our violas are at another rehearsal today, so we’ll begin today’s rehearsal with a prayer as that is the only thing that can save us.”

“We don’t have a spare bass bow to use while Ed’s is being rehaired, so you two are just gonna have to share. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Ah, yes, but what baroque style are we talkin’ here”

“It was at that point she handed the first chair violin a viola part. He proceeded to hand it back to her.”

“I went home and cradled that music. I never get original bass parts.”

“She turned the page in her score and forgot to continue conducting. Honestly, I would’ve been less surprised had she thrown her baton into the cello section”

“There are two basses in pit this year, so we’re an actual section, so he can’t just shove us in the corner this year HIGH FIVE”

“Does she really know how to buy a bow? She should make it a field trip so you get the right one.” *swings hands in air super wide* “it has to AGREE and BLEND with the instrument DO YOU SEE”

“When the orchestra director doesn’t know what to do she just asks the second chair. If he’s gone, she waits until a day he attends rehearsal to ask him.”

“Don’t be afraid to play out. Except during rests. Then you should be very afraid.”

“is it ok if I start to cry a little right now?”

“I had anaemia as a kid, and my schoolteacher’s name sounded like ‘anaemia’, so naturally, I hated her”

“she took the pen out of my hand and said, ‘no, Richard, use pencil.’ I was so mad”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that there are fewer bassists today and higher rates of suicide, gang violence, school shootings…”

“channel your inner Whitney Houston”

“play quietly, like you’re about to wake a baby. except you’re the baby, because you didn’t practice”

“I have another metronome app now. I collect them.”

“if someone calls my bass a cello one more time I’m gonna lose it”

“at the gig, a drunk guy came up to me, pointed to my harp, and called it a sideways piano”

“I want the space between these notes to be so big you can fit a little drawing of a house, a sun, a tree, and little dog in there.”

“90º angle notes”

“I want the sixteenth notes so sharp they could kill a man”

“turn the soundbox on”

“do you have a fancy phone? the answer is yes, yes you do.”

“I listened to the narration a few times before realising it was in German”

“I’ve got, like, four copies of that piece. the conductor keeps forgetting that I already have it and makes me a new copy.”

“soon I’ll have AIDS. Hearing aids, I mean. I’m old, is what I’m saying”

“more birdlike, turn on roundabout faster”

“kissing from the left is different from kissing from the right. not that I would know. asking for a friend.”

Updated masterlist #8

It’s that time again! 

All smut is indicated
(*) over 50 notes
(**) over 100 notes
(***) over 150 notes
(!) over 200 notes
(!!) over 300 notes
(!!!) over 500 notes

(^) over 1000 notes
(^^) over 2000 notes

(^^^) over 27,000 notes

Text AU

You confuse them with Meghan Trainor lyrics (!!)
You loose something stupid (!!)
Messaging the wrong boy (!!)
You love superheroes (!!)
Food mishaps with the baby (!)
you play hide and seek (!)
They think you are ignoring them (!)
Kitchen mishaps (!)
you buy a dog (!)
Harry Potter (***)
Kittens (***)
you give him a heart attack (***)
You have a bad day at school (***)
Calum finding out that you had a seizure but you left your phone at home (***)
You tell him you’re pregnant (***)
1st december (***)
Michael’s black hair (**)
supernatural 5sos part 2.5 (the other parts are found in preferences) (**)

Non smutty visuals

Imagine #1 (Calum) (**)
Imagine #2 (Michael) (*)
Imagine #3 (Ashton) (*)
Imagine #4 (Luke) (*)
Imagine #5 (Calum) (*)
Imagine #6 (Luke) (*)
Imagine #7 (Ashton) (**)
Imagine #8 (Michael) (*)
Imagine #9 (Calum) (**)

Preferences

you make him cum his pants *smut*  (!!!)
Bus Bunk mishaps  (!!)
You get in a car crash and lose your memory (!)
You get in a car crash and lose your memory part 2 (***)
He thinks you are cheating on him (!)
He thinks you are cheating on him part 2 (!)
Supernatural 5sos (!)
Supernatural 5sos part 2  (***)
Supernatural 5sos part 3  (**)
supernatural 5sos part 4  (**)
supernatural 5sos part 5 (**)
supernatural 5sos part 6 (*)
supernatural 5sos part 7 (*)
supernatural 5sos part 8 (*)
supernatural 5sos part 9 (*)
Pap problems  (!)
Shutting him out (***)
You’re his celebrity crush (***)
Camp half blood AU   (**)
Camp Half-blood part 2 (**)
Camp half blood part 3
having an argument/fight (**)
having a argument/fight part 2 (***)
you like him but to him you are just friends (**)
Part 2 (**)
Love me like you do *song preference*   (**)
Finding out you are pregnant (*)
He’s your best friend but you have a crush on someone else (*)
he is your best friend but you have a crush on someone else part 2 (*)
insecurities (*)
he insults you and the boys defend you (*)
He takes care of you when you are sick
When you’re gone Avril lavigne *song preference* (*)
Natalia Kills-Problem (*)
You ruin me by the veronicas*song preference*

Imagines

Ashton
Skype sex with visual  *smut* (***)
My wallflower (Nerd) (*)
My Wallflower Part 2
Luke Vs Ashton (*)
Personal Ashton imagine for wrecking-ball-love
Michael Vs Ashton
Calum Vs Ashton
Golden Compass AU
Ipod shuffle - Still into you
Michael
He walks in on your masturbating *smut*  (***)
He walks in on your masturbating part 2 *smut*  (**)
Skype sex with visual *smut* (**)  
Michael smut, overprotective older brother Luke (**)
Single parent (*)
Michael imagine where you’ve been dating a long time but Harry has a thing for you (*)
Secret boyfriend Michael (*)
Michael Imagine Welcome home *smut* (*)
Michael Vs Ashton
You’re just not punk rock enough for me (*)
Bad boy Michael (*)
He’s not that bad (*)
He’s not that bad part 2 (*)
He’s not that bad part 3  *smut* (**)
He’s not that bad part 4
No Sleep of the Wicked
Gastroparesis
No Sleep of the Wicked
Parenthood is hard
Appendicitis
Trying to study
Even though I know you’re lying, I still almost believe you *requested*
You saved me from myself
Luke
I like you, not him. *smut* (***)
Neighbour (*)
Luke imagine Dont you forget me (*)
Luke Imagine Panic attack (*)
Skype sex with visual *smut* (*)
Luke imagine shower sex  *smut* (*)
Married at first sight (*)
The Hunger Games (*)
Backstage fun *smut*
Luke song imagine “Our July in the Rain” by He is We
Luke Imagine Not so secret relationship
Luke Imagine you like him but he doesn’t feel the same
Luke has a headache
Badly written imagine
Calum
Silent treatment from him (**)
Happy New Year (**)
Mad at Calum (*)
Secret love affair with Calum (*)
Jock meets Nerd (**)
personal Calum visual imagine for hoodswhisper *smut*
Calum imagine He has a headache
Calum Vs Ashton

Fanfictions
Bad Boy werewolf michael (!!)
Fate is not our friend Ashton werewolf
Mr Nerd is my soul mate Luke  (***)

Random posts

Ashton doesn’t like cats (^^)
Michael’s voice (^)
5 members of one direction (^^^)
Zayn leaving (!!!)
My friend and I on the phone (***)
What’s ‘wrong’ about she’s kinda hot (!!)
Michael’s porn tash (!!)
My reaction to the skh ep (!)
Michael is too precious (!)
Return of red Michael (!)
Michael’s reflection (***)
Luke is rude (***)
Calum in glasses (!!!)
Ashton in glasses (!!)
toasted Ashton (!!)
Return of Brashton (^)
Ashton winking/kissing  (!!!)

Visuals    

Dry humping (!)
People in chairs have more fun (!)
Yes sir!  (!)
We dont need the bedroom (!)
Eating out (***)
Teasing (***)
Keep your underwear on (***)
Bath/shower (**)
Under the table fun (**)
Midnight at the pool (**)
Lingerie (**)
Lets go to the kitchen! (**)
Against the wall  (**)
Thigh riding (**)
Car sex  (**)
Do you want to be a cowgirl? (*)
Angry fun  (*)
Squirting (*)
Bondage  (*)
Holding Hands (*)
Orgasm  (*)
Fingering (**)
FxFxM threesome (*)
Wedding night (*)
MXMXF threesome (*)
Grinding (*)
Anal

|Late Night Conversations| R.MANTLE /PART ONE\

It was hard day for me. My arm is bandaged, it hurt like shit but I have this thing for you and I hope you’ll like it. 

Funny story: I came up with this idea when my doctor pulled the glass out of my skin. I’m good fam. I’m a survivor ;)) 

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings. 


I’m not supposed to be like this. 

I’m not supposed to be the sad girl who doesn’t know where the hell she’s going and what the fuck she’s doing. I’m not supposed to care too much about what anyone thinks and I’m not supposed to let words affect my choices. 

I’m supposed to be that bitchy, funny maybe a little nice girl that hungs out with her friends on weekends and goes to an average school to pursue average career. 

So far. I’ve menaged to let one person change up my life like a span of a few months. What’s killing me? I think some part of me thinks I’m supposed to be the girl who cares too much for her own good. 

My parents don’t understand me. I don’t blame them. I fucking love my parents but sometimes, I just need a break. I need a break from a lot of people and I need a break to recycle my old self to keep anyone from getting in and ripping my heart to shreds. 

Sort of like how I’m feeling right now. 

There’s no way to better describe this feelng other than the fact that I’ve tried to drown my feelings multiple times, only to find out those fuckers can swim and do  water tricks as well. 

Exams have been like hell, although I did imagine this week to consist of Reggie kissing up my neck as I study. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, he’s gone, whatever, he didn’t choose me so fuck him right?

It’s been a few days since Reggie left, and a few days since Archie and I last spoke . Archie and I have been making eye contact at most, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has so much to say but can’t. 
I’ve ignored his glances and ignored his silent plea’s to confess to him my true feelings and opinion, so far it’s been good. 

In other news speaking, Reggie’s been leaving me numerous messages, in all shapes and sizes, and every single on of them made my feeling stronger than a rock.

iMessage from Reggie:

i feel sad i dont like this 

(read: 11:34pm 12/04/2017) 





iMessage from: Reggie

i let you down and i know that, but im gonna need u to not give up on me okay?

(read: 9:10am: 13/04/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what is it or what we are but all i know is that im here in the middle of nowhere hungover as fuck by myself thinking of you and only you

(read: 2:47pm 14/14/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what to do

(read: 9;15pm  14/14/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

youre mine 

(read: 1:42am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

baby girl 

please let me know ur okay

(read: 1:45am 15/04/2017) 



iMessage from Reggie: 

i miss you like crazy 

(read: 1:50am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 


im not to blame i swear to you

im so scared 


(read: 3:05am 16/05/2017) 

I sat there re-reading every message he sent, analyzing over the words and thinking about what he meand by all of them. This alien feeling in my stomach makes my eyes water whenever and my lips quiver as I read. I don’t know this feeling, and I don’t like this. Reggie’s that kind of persons, he’s the kind I think I’d never be fully mad at. 

I lay in my bed in the late at night. Thinking of nothing but Reggie’s body an my last fucking exam tommorow morning. I like this quietness, althought it would be better with Reggie. Fuck. I should stop thinking like that. I like the moonlight at this time and I like the feeling on my skin against the bed. I like it, all that it is

Just as I was about to exit my messages app, it scrolls back down to Reggie’s chat, notifying me of a new message. 

iMessage from Reggie

i wanna go home 

you read that in 2 second, u were waiting for me? please tell me u were waiting for me 

i miss your lips 

so damn much i could almost taste them 


(read: 3:27am) 


I feel so tempted to reply back. To tell him that thoughs of him have taken over my brain and I can’t help but feel like shit although he’s the one doing all the demage. He’s the one who walked out when I asked him to come clean with me, and he’s the one running away now for a reason he won’t bother telling me. 

I need to stop reminding myself that we’re not together. He can do whatever the hell he wants and i have nothing to say in it whatsoever. I can’t even allow myself to be mad at him. 

I debate in my head wheter I sould reply to ease this misery, knowing he’d been messaging me desperately for the past few days. I miss him like hell. If this is what it felt like not having his arms curled up around my body and his hair tickling my neck. I can only imagine what it would feel like withouth him at all. I decide to message him, a reply something he said says ago. My fingers type the words, staring at them for a few seconds before I press send. 

iMessage to: Reggie

I’m yours 


iMessage from: Reggie 

really?? u decide to text me back when i go to pee? now im happy and the pee wont come out properly 


iMessage to: Reggie

where r u? 


iMessage from Reggie 


im scared and im tired and i just want you 

i fucked up so bad princess, like i always do, but i want you so fucking bad 



iMessage to Reggie

you already have me 




iMessage from Reggie 

now 

i want you now 


iMessage to Reggie

my heart hurts Reggie 

and the only person i can tell is the person who hurt me 

you 

so fuck you 


iMessage from: Reggie

you dont understand 


iMessage to Reggie 

then explain, cause i cant go through this, im not someone you can play with and throw away, talk to me, im beggining you to talk to me 


iMessage from Reggie: 

park on 5th, right fucking now! 



PART TWO

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logan thoughts pt. 2 spoilers*

-ok so i saw logan again because i couldnt stop thinking about it since friday when i first saw it
-ive had a deep sense of loss and emptiness since then and i still do
-this movie is so fucking heavy man but it really is so revolutionary for the superhero genre
-17 freakin yrs of hugh jackmans wolverine and patrick stewarts professor x and theyve never failed me
-but wolverine was my main mans since i was 6 so i feel so hurt losing him like this. The child in me felt like it died w him fuck
-logan I have to peeee
-whenever laura jumps on someone and like flips then and kills them is so fucking dope like yas gurl fuck it up!!!
-i just still really love how they made him feel just so human and go beyond his mutant characteristics
-he feels broken hes hurt he takes care of charles he turns to alcohol and has thought deeply about suicide. Like that is some real shit and i love how they showed that instead of perpetuating the idea that all he is is an invincible killkng machine
-“i know pop” i love when he refers to charles as his dad
-im just a huge fucking sucker for great parental figures or relationships that parallel it.
-their dynamic is so tragic and funny at the same time.
-charles’ alzheimers?? is heartbreaking and also so real minus the powers
-calling logan a disappointment ugh
-pierce is still sexy af tho like damn ur a piece of shit but also fuck me
-i just love logan so much and his dynamic w laura and how similar they are like i know shes his daughter but still im not sick of it
-calling the academy a special needs school lmao. Love the banter and every scene between them at that house
-charles telling logan to stop and feel for a sec
-charles waking up feeling shittty bc “he had the most perfect night and didnt deserve it” bc he remembered:(((
-logan didnt even get to hear that from charles damn it
-fuck x24 man rip charles im so sad logan telling charles it wasnt him just to assure him bc he rly does care
-laura holding his hand afer buryin charles <333
-you just cant take shit… lmao
-and when she finally talks… that scene is just too perfect
-DONT HIT ME.
- hes just so much more than just wolverine and its hilarious bc hes acting like any person who would when they find out they have a kid and are thrown w the tasking of caring for them
-what else did charles say? To not let you die… UGH SOBBING bc foreshadowing
-i suck at this. bad shit happens to people i care about …. I CRY UGH
-THEN I WILL BE FINE… laura fuck me up with that comeback
-WHEN HE SCREAMS AND SHE KNOWS /SEES HES THERE COMING TO THEIR RESCUE
-FATHER DOING FATHER THINGS JUST RLLY MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND TEARFUL
-okay and then the obvious parts his death scene… hurt just as much if nit more this time around and i still cried
-“so this is what it feels like” FUCKKKJK and then she calls him daddy
-then she quotes that movie and then turns thecross to an X LIKE HOLY FUCKKKK I WAS ABLE TO STOP SOBBING FOR A QUICK SEC THEN SHE DID THAT AND I WAS RUINED
-new generation of mutants bout to fuck shit up baby!!
-ugh I NEED A LAURA KINNEY X23 FILM ASAP ROCKY
-i will miss hugh jackmans wolverine and patrick stewarts professor x so much but it really was an incredible swan song!!!!
-hugh jackman is also my daddy tho fuck
-i could see this a hundred times and itll fuckin ruinme eachtime thank u

Bf! Haechan

  • DONGHYUCKIE
  • Ooh this boy had his eyes on you the moment you entered the room
  • Constantly looking at you and falling into a daydream and then realising that he has to act all manly and charming and has to woo you off your feet
  • but he just appeared really closed off when you first talked to him. Like he wasn’t interested in the conversation at all
  • He lowkey bullied you and made fun of you which would get you really sad
  • But then he would also make random jokes and you would laugh so hard and he would stare at you like awwwww but then when you’d notice him staring at you he’d look away. Because he’s still a shy baby
  • Purposefully bumping into you just to catch your attention 
  • But one day you got a secret note saying to meet them after school in the school playground
  • You were a little unsure if you should go or not because it could be a trap but you went along any way given your curiosity 
  • Haechan stood alone in the park, playing with the grass with his feet. You were surprised to see him, forgetting that you had to meet up with ‘someone’ (of course you didn’t realise it was Haechan who was that someone)
  • “Why’re you here Haechan?” You asked and he blushed and said “ I was waiting for you” and you went like what?????? and then realised that he was the one who wrote you the note
  • You were unsure about it but you said yes when he asked you out. The whole night you couldn’t sleep and you kept on laughing and tossing and turning reminiscing about the day’s events
  • Haechan spends his lunch time with you, like two ‘ol friends always at each other’s heels, making fun of you, roasting you, not letting you live, the norm
  • but then you’d go on cute cake shop dates and he’ll eat your food too 
  • “ya watch what you’re eating, I dont want you to kill me when I pick you up on our wedding day”
  • “Did you wash today? You hair smells” *continues sniffing your hair and hugging you*
  • stealing your things and blaming it on Mark
  • “Can I have your rubber?” “Do you have a pencil I can use?”
  • “DONGHYUK YOU SHOULD’VE LEFT YOURSELF HOME AS WELL”
  • “THEN WHO WOULD BE HERE TO PROTECT YOU HUH”
  • Extra af
  • He protected you one time from that ball approaching you and never lets you forget it
  • cute af hugs and him ruffling your hair after
  • kisses on the cheeks when he pisses you off
  • lots and lots of aegyo 
  • “I’m your cutie Haechan”
  • Buys you food and cute things he finds in the shops
  • and is so casual about like ‘here eat’ or ‘here i saw this and i thought u shud have it’
  • stares at you in class and gets detention for not paying attention
  • adhering to your arm and refusing to let go
  • rap battles, singing songs while walking home
  • him walking you home cuz he needs to protect you
  • gets so worried when you’re sick and brings food over to your place and checks on you
  • so scared of your parents its actually funny
  • “YA Y/N WHY DO U HAVE ME AS HAECHAN ON YOUR PHONE? WHY ARE THERE NO EMOJIS AND THOSE CUTE LITTLE THINGS GIRLS DO WHEN THEY’RE IN A RELATIONSHIP??”
  • Gets butt hurt easily
  • and doesn’t talk to you and acts all petty
  • gets jealous easily, at first he didnt even like you talking to boys
  • “Why dont u go and eat with that boy you were asking for homework”
  • “Mark get away from her, you’ll infect her with your stupidity”
  • But gets rlly cute too sometimes
  • wants you to not go home when he’s walking you and gives you a sad puppy look
  • knows your weaknesses and exploits them shamelessly 
  • so shameless it hurts
  • dance practice gatherings
  • dances extra hard to show off
  • waits for you if his classes finish early
  • sends you funny memes 
  • your texts are so funny and he doesnt let you study sometimes and its so annoying
  • but your conversations are so cute
  • “did u change my name yet”
  • your boyfriend is a cute savage kid who must be protected

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

The Unknown Son

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Pairing: past Dean x Reader
Word count: 1,054


Walking into your son’s room, you laughed. His dirty blonde hair was all over the place, his face was smooshed into his pillow, and his arm was hanging over the side of his bed. Stepping around a few toys, you shook his shoulder lightly. “Come on, kiddo.” You chuckled when he groaned, rolling over. “Gotta get ready for school.”

He pouted, his eyes still not open. “Do I have to?”

You stood up straight, pretending to think. “I’m not sure. Should I google if it’s acceptable for my 7 year old to drop out of 1st grade?” You teased. “Come on. I’ll make some Eggos.”

At the prospect of his favorite breakfast, he was up. “On second thought…” He grinned at you.

Kissing his forehead, you ruffled his hair. “Get a move on. We leave in half an hour.”


“So, looks like there’s a case about 6 hours from here.” Sam told Dean, looking over his laptop. “Looks like a pretty easy one.” He shrugged.

Dean licked his lips after taking a sip of his soda. “Where at?” He asked, his eyes not leaving the tv.

Sam’s eyes skimmed the article for the exact name. “Y/C/N.”

He thought for a minute and nodded. “Sure. I’ve been there once, passing through.” He agreed. “Wasn’t too bad of a place. Then again, I was pretty wasted for part of it.” Dean laughed. “Alright, Sammy. We’ll leave after I’m done with this.” He motioned to the tv.

Looking over, Sam raised an eyebrow. “Really? Are you watching that cheesy doctor show that Gabriel snapped us in?” He asked in disbelief.

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jojotrashcan  asked:

1/2) I dont know if you consider this a prompt buy imagine being at a royal ball/gathering, Noctis' S/O has left him for like a minute to get them drinks and when they turn around someone else is being all flirty and up in Noct's grill.

His S/O just hands the drinks to prompt and storms over to Noctis and grabs him by the lapel of his tux and makes out with him in front of the other person. When their done his S/O just looks at the other person and is like “mine” and takes Noct away (2/2)


Sorry this took so long.  I’ve been struggling with this one for some reason and then today I decided to just get it done.  I’m sorry if it’s not up to scratch but I’ve really been struggling with some EPIC toothache for the past couple days and it’s not fun!  I’ve written this one with a sassier lady!reader, once the ball got rolling, it really was a fun one to write.  Like I said in my post from earlier today, I’m going to make this into a series of little fics so consider this the first part. :)

 


THE UNWRITTEN RULES:  #1 - DON’T MAKE A SCENE

Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader
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The first time Noctis had asked you to go with him to one of his father’s royal gatherings, you’d been thrilled.  It was a whole new thing for you!  You’d gone all out, gotten a new outfit, gotten your hair done and had spent a lot of time pampering yourself to make sure you’d look just perfect.  Now, though?  Now they’d become routine.  Of course you loved being on Noct’s arm or stealing glances at each other across the room when circumstance dictated that you be separated, but you no longer made yourself jump through all the hoops that you once had.  For one, you had a collection of fancy looking dresses to choose from these days, you hadn’t the need (nor the money!) to keep buying a new one for every single ball.  That night you’d turned up dressed tip to toe in black, the color of Lucian royalty, and you were sure that someone somewhere would be whispering about how you didn’t belong there.  But you didn’t care, why should you?  If people wanted to waste time with idle gossip, let them.  You were there for Noctis and nobody else, after all.


You let Noctis lead you round the room, smiling your hellos to the people he had to greet.  “How many more people do you have to play nice with before we can have some time to ourselves, Noct?”  You laughed as you led him away from the throng of people waiting to make his acquaintance.  Of course you knew how these things worked.  He had to do the rounds, he had to meet these people, the noble houses of Insomnia.  One day, they’d be the ones forming his council, they’d be the ones helping him rule when he sat the throne.  You also hoped that there’d be a place for you in that world.  Preferably at his side, helping through the worst of it and helping him through the worst.

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“ HIGH SCHOOL MEMESICAL ”

“ Kaz is the illuminati ”
I can’t believe I killed Tupac… “ 

“ forget hance we have larriet ”

“ keith, pidge….. ‘lice and hrk’ “

“ not about that vape nation ”

“ I can’t stop with the jokes it’s in my… jenes 

“ crap. it’s 4:20 I gotta blaze it ”

“ i lOVE ISROSTLE UNIVERS “

“ CATCH. THESE. HANDS ”

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“ can’t send me to hell if I’m already there ”

“ Are you from Idaho? ”
“ I don’t th- ”
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“ friendship ended with Nightcrawler now Danny is my new best dad ”

“ gnomes are evil and should be stolen ”

“ they turned out creepy like you ”

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“ illuminati: the gay anime. coming out summer 2k17 “

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“ who needs bendy straws when u have bendy pidges ”

“ The Pidge nation, the Shiro nomads, the Hunk kingdom and the Lance tribe. “

“Keith is the swampbenders”

“ KEITH IS SHREK CONFIRMED ”

“ I can’t believe Shrek is Texan ”

“ New cryptid: Texan Shrek ”

“ Can’t believe we lost Leggy to Lotor ”

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“ YOLOtor looked at his father and nodded, whispering “Vrepit Succ” ”

“ galras don’t just succ, they Vrepit Succ™ ”

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“ mama mia! that’s a spicy kazball! ”

“ someone: texan is a nationality!!! me: guess i’m None American with Left Texas “

“ leggy i swear to god i’m going to copyright mama meme supreme “

“ i go to the applebees
apples: eaten
bees: released
dick: out
i am forcibly removed from the applebees 

what do you men? “

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“ we are all basilisks in the chamber “

“ you may be cooler than me but do you have Crippling Depression™ ”

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“ DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVOUR ALLURA JEUSUS “

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“we are all Tazsexual”

“ how big were the heels you were wearing when you measured your height ”

“ Every once in a while, you’ll hear a distinct rumble and from beyond the horizon a voice will echo… “UNLEASH THE SHITPOSTS" “

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SPORTAKLANCE “

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gaylord, memelord, shitlord, and dicklord
THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE

You’re the edgy fuck “

I like the cronch

“ THANK YOU SO HARD DUDE MAN “

“ Steph: OH MY GOD I LOST MY NIPPLES “

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“ rest in rainbows ”

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“ serving size: 4 “yeah bitch all 4 me” “

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“ “Just delete ourselves” “

“ canadian mafia ride moose into battle ”

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“ clop me harder daddy “

“ Leggeh is Bekkeh’s counterpart “

“ leggeh legge kaz “

“ “i promise my excitement is fullassed” “

“ fast and furious 8: blue’s fingers ”

“ Then I guess you mean, Fast and FuriEAST “

“ gotta get a sweater so i dont fuckign freeze to death in this bullshit anti-spring weather :’) “

“ Who’s the one starwars guy? The daddy one?  ”
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“ “WHEN IN DOUBT, MEME IT OUT” - leggy ”

“ “I can’t believe Coran is Canadian” ”

GOD NIGHT

Noobs

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

Pairing: Sam x friend!Reader
Word count: 1,001
Warnings: A swear or two, mentions of porn

Part 1 of a Cajun and a Gamer


Sam grinned as he settled into his computer chair, ready for a night of leveling, and chatting with his best friend- you. Dean had run out for pizza for dinner, and just got back. Sam had grabbed a couple slices, a couple sodas, and moved to his room. Dean didn’t care one way or the other if he saw his younger brother again that night, knowing he’d be up way too late gaming.

Grabbing his favorite headset, he slipped it over his ears. It had seen better days, and he knew that he should probably buy a new pair, but he was stubborn. As his computer loaded up Vent, he took a bite of his pizza, hoping that you didn’t get booted again like last time.

You had a laptop, and a lot of the time, would be in the same room as him, not needing Vent. However, on the nights that you were across town, in your room, it was needed. Sometimes it just didn’t seem to agree with you, and it would boot you for no reason.

Finally, it loaded, and he logged on. Seeing your name, he wiped his hands on a napkin and created a channel for the two of you. It didn’t take you long to join in, eager to game. The two of you made toons just to play with each other. Starting off at level 1, doing randoms together, questing, and doing a battleground now and then. While Sam wasn’t too big on PVP, you were, so he dealt with it.

“Sup, loser?” Came your voice, making him chuckle. It was the same way you’d greeted him since middle school.

“Hey, we’re both in our rooms, gaming on a Friday night. Doesn’t that make you a loser, too?” He smirked, teasing you.

You gasped dramatically. “I have a date.” You told him. “A level one Tauren. He’s beefy.” Both of  you lost it at that, loving your horrible pun.

Once he’d finally stopped laughing, he spoke up again. “Wow. That…that was great.” He told you. “How about we get you on that hot date?” You could hear the amusement in his voice, picturing that grin.

“Loading as we speak.” You informed him as he loaded his own. He heard you giggling moments later when her character appeared on screen. “Is..is that you? Raagoruk?” You asked, and he could hear you grinning. “Are you a deformed were-Tauren?”

“I used the random name thing, okay?” He chuckled. “So, bite me.”

“Whatever. Dork.” You sounded like you were unconvinced, but going along with his story.

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Typed transcripts of Eric's Entire journal: 4-10-98 to 4-3-99

I hate the fucking world, to many god damn fuckers it in. to many thoughts about societies all wrapped up together in this place called AMERICA. everyone has their own god damn opinions on every damn thing and you may be saying “well what makes you so different?”. because I have something only me and V have, SELF AWARENESS, Call it exortenstiolism or whatever the fuck u want. we know what are to this world and what everyone else is. we learn more than what caused the civil war and how to simplify quadratics in school. we have been watching you people. we know what you think and how you act, all talk and no actions. people who are said to be brave or couragous are usually just STUPID then they say later that they did it on purpose cause they are brave when they did on fucking accident. GOD everything is so corrupt and so filled with opinions little and points of view and peoples’ own little agendas and shedules. this isnt a world anymore, its H.O.E. and [no]one knows it. self awareness is a wonderful thing. I know I will die soon, so will you and everyone else. maybe will we be lucky and a comet will smash us back to day 1. people say it is immoral to follow others, they say be a leader. well here is a fuckin news flash for you stupid shits, everyone is a follower! everyone who says they arent a follower and then dresses diff. or acts diff. … They got that from something they saw on TV or in film or in life. no originality, how many JO MAMMA jokes are there and how many do u think are original and not copied. KEINE. Its a fucking filthy place we live in. all these standards and laws and Great Expectations (webb) are making people into robots even though they might “think” they arent and try to deny it. no matter how hard they try to NOT copy someone I still AM! except for this fucking piece of paper right here, and B.T.W spelling is stupid unless I say. I say spell it how it sounds, it’s the fuckin easiest way. hey try this sometime, when someone tells you something, ask “why?” eventually they will be stumped and cant answer anymore. thats because they only know what they need to know in society and school, not real life science. they will end up saying words to this “because! Just shut up!” people that only know stupid facts that arent important should be shot, what fucking use are they. NATURAL SELECTION. KILL all retards, people w/ brain fuck ups, drug adics, people cant figure out to use a fucking lighter. GEEEAWD! people spend millions of dollars on saving the lives of retards, and why. I don’t buy that shit like “oh hes my son though!” so the fuck what, he aint normal, kill him, put him out his misery. he is only a waste of time and money, then people say “But he is worth the time, he is human too” no he isnt, if he was then he would swalow a bullet cause he would realize what a fucking waste and burden he was. – 4/10/98


as I said before, self awareness is a wonderful thing. I know what all you fuckers are thinking and what to do to piss you off and make you feel bad. I always try to be different, but I always end up copying someone else. I try to be a mixture of different things and styles but when I step out of myself I end up looking like others or others THINK I am copying. One big fucking problem Is people telling me what to fuckin do, think, say, act, and everything else. Ill do what you say IF I feel like it. But people (I.E. parents, cops, God, teachers) telling me what to [arrow points to do, think, say, act, and everything else] just makes me not want to fucking do it! thats why my fucking name is REB!!! no one is worthy of shit unless I say they are, I feel like GOD and I wish I was, having everyone being OFFICIALLY lower than me. I already know that I am higher than almost anymore in the fucking welt in terms of universal Intelligence and where we stand in the universe compared to the rest of the UNIV. and if you think I dont know what Im talking about then you can just “ßUCK DICH” and saugen mein Hund! Isnt america supposed to be the land of the free? how come, If im free, I cant deprive a stupid fucking dumbshit from his possessions If he leaves then sitting in the front seat of his fucking van out in plain sight and in the middle fucking nowhere on a Fri fucking day night. NATURAL SELECTION. fucker should be shot. same thing with all those rich snotty toadies at my school. fuckers think they are higher than me and everyone else with all their $ just because they were born into it? Ich denk NEIN. BTW, “sorry” is just a word. it doesnt mean SHIT to me. everyone should be put to a test. an ULTIMATE DOOM test, see who can survive in an environtment using only smarts and military skills. put them in a doom world. no authority, no refuge, no BS copout excuses. If you cant figure out the area of a triangle or what “cation” means, you die! if you cant take down a demon w/ a chainsaw or kill a hell prince w/ a shotgun, you die! fucking snotty rich fuckheads [Censored by J.C.Sheriff Office] who rely on others or on sympathy or $ to get them through life should be put to this challenge. plus it would get rid of all the fat, retarded, crippled, stupid, dumb, ignorant, worthless people of this world. no one is worthy of this planet only me and who ever I choose. there is just no respect for anything higher than your fucking boss or parent. everyone should be shot out into space and only the people I saw should be left behind. 4/12/98


ever wonder why we go to school? besides getting a so called education. its not to obvious to most of you stupid fucks but for these who think a little more and deeper you should realize it. its societies way of turning all the young people into good little robots and factory workers thats why we sit in desks in rows and go by bell schedules, to get prepared for the real world cause “thats what its like”. well god damit no it isnt! one thing that seperates us from other animals is the fact that we can carry on actual thoughts. so why don’t we? people go on day by day. rutine shit. why cant we learn in school how we want to. why cant we sit on desks and on shelves and put our feet up and relax while we learn? cause thats not what the “real world is like” well hey fuckheads, there is no such thing as an actual “real world”. its just another word like justice, sorry, pity, religion, faith, luck and so on. we are humans. if we dont like something we have the fucking ability to change! but we dont, atleast U dont. I would. U just whine/bitch thoughtout life but never do a goddamn thing to change anything. “man can eat, drink, fuck, and hunt and anything else he does is madness” - Based on Lem’s quote. boy oh fuckin boy is that true. when I go NBK, and people say things like, “oh it was so tragic,” or “oh he is crazy!” or “It was bloody!” I think, so the fuck what, you think thats a bad thing? just because your mommy and daddy told you blood and violence is bad, you think its a fucking law of nature? wrong, only science and math are true, everything, and I mean everyfuckingthing else is man made. my doctor wants to put me on medication to stop thinking about so many things and to stop getting angry. well, I think that anyone doesnt like me is just bullshitting themselves. try it sometime if you think you are worthy, which you probly will you little shits, drop all your beliefs and views and ideas that have been burned into your head and try to think about why your here. but I bet most of you fuckers cant even think that deep, so that is why you must die. how dare you think that I and you are part of the same species when we are sooooooo different. you arent human you are a Robot. you dont take advantage of your capabilites given to you at birth. you just drop them and hop onto the boat and headdown the stream of life with all the other fuckers of your type. well god damit I wont be a part of it! I have thought to much, realized to much, found out to much, and I am to self aware to just stop what I am thinking and go back to society because what I do and think isnt “right” or “morally accepted” NO, NO, NO GOD FUCKING DAMIT NO!I will sooner die than betray my own thoughts. but before I leave this worthless place, I will kill who ever I deam unfit for anything at all. especially life. and i fyou pissed me off in the past, you will die if I see you. because you might be able to piss off others and have it eventually all blow over, but not me. I dont forget people who wronged me. like [Censored by J.C. Sheriff Office] he will never get a chance to read this because he will be dead by me before this is discovered – 4/21/98


The human race sucks. human nature is smuthered out by society, jobs, and work and school. instincts are deleted by laws. I see people say things that contradict themselves, or people that dont take any advantage to the gift of human life. they waste their minds on memorizing the stats of every college basketball player or how many words should be an a report when they should be using their brain on more important things. the human race isnt worth fighting for anymore. WWII was the last war worth fighting and was the last time human life and human brains did any good any made us proud. now, with the government having scandals and conspiracies all over the fucking place and lying to everyone all the time and with worthless pointless mindless discraceful TV shows on (scratched out) and with everyone ub-fucking-sessed with hollywood and beauty and fame and glamour and politics and anything famous, people just arent worth saving. Society may not realize what is happening but I have; you go to school, to get used to studying and learning how youre “supposed to” so that drains or filters out a little bit of human nature. but thats after your parents taught you whats right and wrong even though you may think differently, you still must to have more of your human nature blown out of your ass. society trys to make everyone act the same by burying all human nature and instincts. Thats what school, laws, jobs, and parents do If they realize it or not and them, the few who stick to their natural instincts are casted out as psychos or lunatics or strangers or just plain different. crazy, strange, weird, wild, these words are not bad or degrading.. if humans were let to live how we would naturaly it would be chaos and anarchy and the human race wouldnt probably last that long, but hey guess what, thats how its supposed to be!!!!! society and goverments are only created to have order and calmness, which is exactly the opposite of pure human nature. take away all your laws and morals and just see what you can do. if the goverment was one entity it would be thinking “hey, lets make some order here and calm these crazy fucks down so we can be constructive and fight other goverments in our own little so called self created "civilizied world” and get rid of all those damn insticts everyone has" well shit I’m to tired wright anymor tonight, so until next time, fuck you all – 5/6/98


It has been confirmed, after getting my yearboook and watching people like [censored] and [censored] the human race isn’t worth fighting for, only worth killing. give the Earth back to the animals, they deserve it infinitely more than we do. nothing means anything more, most quotes are worthless, especially the rearranged ones like “dont fight your enemies, make your enemies fight” you know, quotes that use the same phrase just rearranged, Dumbfuck shit [illegible] wear. its funny, people say “you shouldn’t be so different.” to me, and 1st I say fuck you dont tell me what I should and shouldn’t be and 2ND mother fuckers different is good, I dont want to be like you or anyone which is almost impossible this day w/ all the little shits trying to be “original-copycats”, I expect shits like you to criticize anyone who isnt one of your social words; “normal” or “civilized” - see tempest and Caliban. allyou degrading worthless shits. all caught up and brainwashed into the 90’s society. “what? you AREN’T going to college, are you are crazy!” holy SHIT that is one fucking BIG Quote that just proves my point. step back and look at yourself fuckers, I dare you, maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll step back to far like Nick in Elm3. w/ the same concequence. – 5/9/98


wooh, different pen. HA! alright you pathetic fools listen up; I have figured it out. the human race strives for exellence in life and community always wanting to bring more =good= into the comm. and nulify =bad= things. anyone who thinks differently than the majority or the leaders is deamed “unusual” or weird or crazy. people want to be a part of something; a family, a service, a club, a union, a community, whatever. thats what humans want. who cares waht you as an individual thinks, you must do what you are told, whether it is jump of a bridge or drive on the right side of the road. protesters in the past protested because the human race that was dominant (Ghandi and the Brits or the king and the americans) wasnt working out = they had fault = they failed = their ideas didnt work. humans dont change that much, they only get better technology to do their work quicker/easier. people always say we shouldnt be racist. why not? Blacks ARE different, like it or not they are. they started on the bottom so why not keep em there. it took the centuries to convince us that they are equal but they still use their color as an excuse or they just discriminate us because we are white. Fuck you, we should ship yer black asses back to Afri-fucking-ca were you came from. we brought you here and we will take you back. America=White. Gays….well all gays, ALL gays, should be killed. mit keine fragen. lesbians are fun to watch if they are hot but still, its not human. its a fucking disease. you dont see bulls or roosters trying to fuck do you? no, I didn’t think so. women you will always be under men. its been seen throughout nature, males are almost always doing the dangerous shit while the women stay back. its your animal instincts, deal with it or commit suicide, just do it quick. thats all for now. – 5/20/98


If you recall your history the Nazis came up with a “final solution” to the Jewish problem… kill them all. well incase you havent figured it out yet, I say, “K I L L M A N K I N D” no one should survive. we all live in lies. people are saying they want to live in a perfect society, well utopia doesnt exist. It is human to have flaws. you know what, Fuck it. why should I have to explain myself to you survivors when half of the shit I say you shitheads wont understand and if you can then woopie fucking do. that just means you have something to say as my reason for killing. and the majority of the audience wont even understand my motives either! they’ll say “ah, hes crazy, hes insane, oh well, I wonder if the bulls won.” you see! it’s fucking worthless! all you fuckers should die! DIE! what the fuck is the point if onlu some people see what I am saying, there will always be ones who dont, ones that are to dumb or naive or ignorrant or just plain retarded. If I cant pound it into every single persons head then it is pointless. fuck mercy fuck justic fuck morals fuck civilized fuck rules fuck laws… DIE manmade words…people think they apply to everything when they dont/cant. theres no such thing as True Good or True Evil, its all relative to the observer. its just all nature, chemistry, and math. deal with it. but since dealing with it seems impossible for mankind, since we have to slap warning labels on nature, then… you die. burn, melt, evaporate, decay, just go the fuck away!!!! YAAAAAH!!!! - 6/12/98-

KEIN MITLEID

“when in doubt, confuse the hell out the enemy” - Fly 9/2/98

wait mercy doesnt exist….


heres something to chew on….: today I saw a program on the discovery channel about satelites and radar and aircraft and stuff, and at the end of the show the narrator said some things that made me think “damn, we are so advanced, we kick ass, america is awesome, we have so many things in our military, we would kick anyones ass.” for a minute I actually had some pride in our nation…. then I realized, “hey, this only the Good things that I am seeing here. only the Pros, not the cons. maybe thats what people see, only the Pros, and thats why they are under control. but me, I see all… you can only blind me for so long. but alas, I have realized that Yes, the human race is still indeed doomed. It just needs a few kick starts, like me, and hell, maybe even [censored]. If can whipe a few cities off the map, and even the fuckhead Holding the map, then great. hmm, just thinking if I want ALL humans dead or maybe just the quote-unquote "civilized, developed, and known-of” places on Earth. maybe leave little tribes of natives in the rain forest er something. hmm, I’ll think about that. eh. done for tonight -REB- 6/13/98


As part of the human race, and having the great pleasure of being blessed with a brain, I can think. Humans can do whatever they want. There are no laws of nature that prevent humans from making choices. maybe from actually DOING some of those choices, but not from making the choice. If a man choosses to speed while driving home one day, then it is his fault for whatever happens. If he crashes into a school bus full of kidies and they all burn to death, its his fault. Its only a tragedy if you think it is, and then its only a tragedy in your own mind. so you shouldn’t expect others to think that way also. it could also be a miracle for another person. maybe the bus stopped the car from plowing into a little old lady walking on the sidewalk. one could think it was a “miracle” that she wasnt hit. you see, anything and everything that happens in our world is just that, a HAPPENING. anything else is relative to the observer, but yet we try to have a “universal law” or “code” of what is good and bad and that just isnt fucking correct. we shouldn’t be allowed to do that. we arent GODS. just because we are at the top of the food chain with our technology doesnt mean we can be “judges” of nature. sure we can think what we can think what we want, but you can “think” and “believe” you can judge people and nature all you want, but you are still wrong! why should your morals apply to everyone else. “morale” is just another word. and thats it. I think we are all a waste of natural resources and should be killed off, and since humans have the ability to choose… and I’m human… I think I will choose to kill and damage as much as nature allows me to so take that. fuck you, and eat napalm + lead! HA! only Nature can stop me. I know I could get shot by a cop after only killing a single person, but hey guess the fuck WHAT! I chose to kill that one person so get over it! Its MY fault! not my parents, not my brothers, not my friends, not my favorite bands, not computer games, not the media. IT is MINE! go shut the fuck up!
-REB- 7/29/98


someones bound to say “what were they thinking?” when we go NBK or when we were planning it, so this what I am thinking. “I have a goal to destroy as much as possible so I must not be sidetracked by my feelings of sympathy, mercy, or any of that, so I will force myself to believe that everyone is just another monster from Doom like FH or FS or demons, so It’s either me or them. I have to turn off my feelings.” keep this is mind, I want to burn the world, I want to kill everyone except about 5 people, who I will name later, so If you are reading this you are lucky you escaped my rampage because I wanted to kill you. It will be very tricky getting all of our supplies, explosives, weaponry, ammo, and then hiding it all and then actually planting it all so we can achieve our goal. but if we get busted any time, we start killing then and there, just like Wilks from the AlIENS books, I aint going out without a fight.
Once I finally start my killing, keep this in mind, there are probably about 100 people max in the school alone who I dont want to die, the rest, MUST FUCKING DIE! If I didnt like you or if you pissed me off and lived through my attacks, consider yourself one lucky god damn NIGGER. Pity that a lot of the dead will be a waste in someways, like dead hot chicks who were still bitches, they could have been good fucks. oh well, too fucking bad. life isnt fair… not by a long fuckin shot when Im at the wheel, too. God I want to torch and level everything in this whole fucking area but Bombs of that size are hard to make, and plus I would need a fuckin fully loaded A-10 to get every store on wadsworth and all the buildings downtown. heh, Imagine THAT ya fuckers, picture half of denver on fire just from me and Vodka. napalm on sides of skyscrapers and car garages blowing up from exploded gas tanks…. oh man that would be beautiful. – 10/23/98


you know what, I feel like telling about lies. I lie a lot. almost constant. and to everybody, just to keep my own ass out of the water. and by the way (side note) I dont think I am doing this for attention, as some people may think. lets see, what are some big lies I have told; “yeah I stopped smoking,” “for doing it not for getting caught,” “no I’m havent been making more bombs,” “no I wouldn’t do that,” and of course, countless of other ones, and yeah I know that I hate liers and I am one myself, oh fucking well. Its ok If I am a hypocrite, but no one else. because I am higher then you people, no matter what you say if you disagree I would shoot you And I am one racist mother fucker too, fuck the niggers and spics and chinks, unless they are cool, but sometimes they are so fucking retarded they deserve to be ripped on. some people go through life begging to be shot. and white fucks are just the same. if I could nuke the world I would, because so far I hate you all. there are probly around 10 people I wouldnt want to die, but hey, who ever said life is fair should be shot like the others too. - 11/1/98


heh heh heh. I sure had fun this weekend. lets see, what really happened. before going to the Rock n Bowl we stopped by King Soopers and one and [censored] picked up some big ass stoges. we then went to the Rock n Bowl and I had a few cigarettes and one of brand new cigars. we then went back to [censored] house where her mom had previousely bought us all a fuck load of liquor. personally I had asked for Tequilla and Irish cream, Vodka got his vodka, and there was beer, whiskey, schnopps, puckers, scotch and of course, orange juice! so we had some fun there playing cards and making drinks. we eventually made it to bed at about 5AM. got up at 10, went to safeway got some donouts and then I took Vodka home. the bottle of Tequilla is almost full and is in car, right by my spare tire and right by the bottle of irish cream. heh heh. I’ll have to find a spot for those. and by the way, this nazi report is boosting my love of killing even more. like the early Nazi government, my brain is like a sponge, sucking up everything that sounds cool and leaving out all that is worthless, thats how Nazism was formed and thats how I will be too!
11/8/98


Fuck you Brady! all I want is a couple of guns, and thanks to your fucking bill I will probably not get any! come on, I’ll have a clean record and I only want for personal protection. Its not like I’m some person who would go on a shooting spree…. fuckers. Ill probably end up nuking everything and fucking robbing some gun collectors house. Fuck, thatll be be hard. oh well, just as long as I kill a lot of fucking people. Everyone is always making fun of me because of how I look, how fucking weak I am and shit, well I will get you all back: ultimate fucking revenge here. you people could have shown more respect, treated me better, asked for my knowledge or guidence more, treated me more like senior, and maybe I wouldn’t have been as ready to tear your fucking heads off. then again, I have always hated how I looked, I make fun of people who look like me, sometimes without even thinking sometimes just because I want to rip on myself. Thats where a lot of my hate grows from, the fact that I have practically no selfesteem, especially concerning girls and looks and such. therefore people make fun of me… constantly… therefore I get no respect and therefore I get fucking PISSED. as of this date I have enough explosives to kill about 100 people, and then if I get a couple bayonetts, swords, axes, whatever I’ll be able to kill at least 10 more. and that just isnt enough! GUNS! I need guns! Give me some fucking firearms!
11/12/98


HATE! I’m full of hate and I Love it. I HATE PEOPLE and they better fucking fear me if they know whats good for em. yes I hate and I guess I want others to know it, yes I’m racist and I don’t mind. Niggs and spics bring it on themselves, and another thing, I am very racist towards white trash p.o.s.s like [censored] and [censored] they deserve the hatred, otherwise I probly wouldnt hate them. Its a tragedy, the human nature of people will lead to their downfall. Peoples human nature will get them killed. whether by me or Vodka, Its happened before, and not just in school shootings like those pussy dumbasses over in Minnesota who squeeled. throughtout history, Its our fucking nature! I know how people are and why and I cant stand it! I love the nazis too… by the way, I fucking cant get enough of the swastika, the SS, and the iron cross. Hitler and his head boys fucked up a few times and it cost them the war, but I love their beliefs and who they were, what they did, and what they wanted. I know that form of gov couldn’t have lasted long once the human equation was brought in, but damnit it sure looked good. every form of gov leads to downfalls, everything will always fuck up or yeah something. its all DOOMed god damnit. this is beginning to make me get in a corner. I’m showing too much of myself, my views and thoughts, people might start to wonder, smart ones will get nosey and something might happen to fuck me over, I might need to put on one helluva mask here to fool you all some more. fuck fuck fuck it’ll be very fucking hard to hold out until April. If people would give me more compliments all of this might still be avoidable… but probably not. Whatever I do people make fun of me, and sometimes directly to my face. I’ll get revenge soon enough. fuckers shouldn’t have ripped on me so much huh! HA! then again its human nature to do what you did… so I guess I am also attacking the human race. I cant take it, Its not right… true… correct… perfect. I fucking hate the human equation. Nazism would be fucking great if it werent for individualism and our natural instinct to ask questions. you know what maybe I just need to get laid. maybe that’ll just change some shit around. thats another thing, I am a fucking dog. I have fantasies of just taking someone and fucking them hard and strong. someone like [censored] were I just pick her up, take her to my room, tear off her shirt and pants and just eat her out and fuck her hard. I love flesh… weisses fleisch! dein weisses fleisch emegt mich soo… Ich bin dech nur ein gigilo! I want to grab a few different girls in my gym class, take them into a room, pull their pants off and fuck them hard. I love flesh… the smooth legs, the large breasts, the innocent flawless body, the eyes, the hair; jet black, blond, white, brown. ahhh I just want to fuck! call it teenage hormones or call it a crazy fuckin racist rapist… BJ ist mir egal. I just want to be surrounded by the flesh of a woman, someone like [censored] who I wanted to just fuck like hell, she made me practically drool, when she wore those shorts to work.. instant hard on. I couldnt stop staring. and others like [censored] in my gym class, [censored] or whatever in my gym class, and others who I just want to overpower and engulf myself in them. mmmm I can taste the sweet flesh now… the salty sweat, the animalistic movement… Iccchhh… lieeebe…… fleisccchhhh. who can I trick into my room first? I can sweep someone off their feet, tell them what they want to hear, be all nice and sweet, and then “fuck em like an animal, feel them from the inside” as Reznor said. oh… thats something else… that one NIN video I saw, broken or closer or something, the where the guy is kidnapped and tortured like hell… actual hell. I want to do that too. I want to tear a throat out with my own teeth like a pop can. I want to gut someone with my hand, to tear a head off and rip out the heart and lungs from the neck, to stab someone in the gut, shove it up to the heart, and yank the fucking blade out of their rib cage! I want to grab some weak little freshman and just tear them apart like a fucking wolf. show them who is god. strangle them, squish their head, bite their temples into the skull, rip off their jaw. rip off their colar bones, break their arms in half and twist them around, the lovely sounds of bones cracking and flesh ripping, ahh… so much to do and so little chances. – 11/17/98

“weisses
fleisch”
- perfect
- song
- for
- me


Well folks, today was a very important day in the history of R. Today along with Vodka and someone else who I wont name, we went downtown and purchased the following; a double barrel 12ga. shotgun, a pump action 12ga. shotgun, a 9mm carbine, 250 9mm rounds, 15 12ga slugs, 40 shotgun shells, 2 switch blade knives, and total of 4 - 10 round clips for the carbine. we……. have…. GUNS! we fucking got em you sons of bitches! HA! HAHAHA! neener! Booga Booga. heh. its all over now. this capped it off, the point of no return. I have my carbine, shotgun, ammo and knife all in my trunk tonight and theyll there till tomorrow… after school you know its really a shame. I had a lot of fun at that gun show, I would have loved it if you were there dad. we would done some major bonding. would have been great. oh well. but, alas, I fucked up and told [censored] about my “flask”. that really disappoints me. [censored] I know you thought it was good for me… in the long run and all that shit, smart of you to give me a such big raise and then rat me out, you figure it was supposed to cancel each other? god damn flask, that just fucked me over big time. now you all will be on my ass even more than before about being on track. I’ll get around it though, If have to cheat and lie to everyone then thats fine. THIS is what I am motivated for, THIS is my goal. THIS is what I want to do with my life! you know whats weird, I dont feel like a punching through a door because of the flask deal, probly cause I am fucking armed now. I feel more confident, stronger, and more Godlike. I have confidence in my ability to dese(cei)ve people. hopefully Ill make it to April, but that might not happen. Ug, Its been a busy weekend, I need to sleep, I’ll continue tomorrow.
11/22/98


yesterday we fired our first actual firearms ever. 3 rounds from the carbine. taught that ground a thing or 2. I even had the 2 clips in my pocket while talking to vodkas dad about senior ditch day. God it felt great firing off that bad boy, and hopefully I’ll be able to get more than just 4 clips for it. I dubbed my shotgun “Arlene” after Arlene Sanders from the DOOM books. She always did love the shotgun. Vodka’s DB is looking very fucking awesome, all cut down to the proper lengths. this is a bitch trying to keep up on homework while working on my guns, bombs, and lying. by the way, I bought that flask in the mall and I had a friend fill it up w/ scotch whiskey, only had about 3 swigs in the 3 weeks I had it. plus monday I gave my T and IC to Vodka, just in case. I never really did like alcohol, just wasn’t my thing, but It felt good to just have around. that argument on the 22nd was a real bitch, but I think I should have won a fucking oscar. I even quoted a few movies, remember “what the hell am I gonna do now man?! what am I gonna do!?” thats good ole Hudson from aliens. Sounded good too. and hey goddamnit I would have been a fucking great marine, It would have given me a reason to do good. and I would never drink and drive, either. It will be weird when we actually go on the rampage. hopefully we will have plenty of clips and bombs. Im gonna still try and get my calico 9mm. just think, 100 rounds without reloading…. hell yeah!

We actually may have a chance to get some machine pistols thanks to the Brady bill. If we can save up about 200$ real quick and find someone who is 21+ we can go to the next gun show and find a private dealer and buy ourselves some bad-ass AB-10 machine pistols. Clips for those things can get really fucking big too.
12/3/98


Woohoo, I’ll never have to take a final again! feels good to be free. I just love Hobbes and Nietzche. Well tomorrow I’ll be ordering 9 more 10 round clips for my carbine. I’m gonna be so fucking loaded in about a month. the big things we need to figure now is the time bombs for the commons and how we will get them in and leave then there to go off, without any fucking Jews finding them. I wonder if anyone will write a book on me. sure is a ton of symbolism, double meanings, themes, appearance vs reality shit going on here. oh well, it better be fuckin good if it is writtin.
12/17/98


heh, get this. KMFDM’s new album is entitled “Adios” and it’s release date is in April. how fuckin appropriate, a subliminal final “Adios” tribute to Reb and Vodka. thanks KMFDM… I ripped the hell outa the system
12/20/98


jesus christ that was fucking close. fucking shitheads at the gun shop almost dropped the whole project. oh well, thank god I can BS so fucking well. I went and picked up those babies today, so now I got 13 of those niggers. WOOHAH. the stereo is very nice, but having no insurance payments to worry about so I could concentrate of BOMBS would have been better. oh well, I think I’ll have enough. now I just need to get Vodka another gun.
12/29/98


Months have passed. Its the first Friday night in the final month. much shit has happened. Vodka has a Tec 9, we test fired all of our babies, we have 6 time clocks ready, 39 crickets, 24 pipe bombs, and the napalm is under construction. Right now I’m trying to get fucked and trying to finish off these time bombs. NBK came quick. why the fuck cant I get any? I mean, I’m nice and considerate and all that shit, but nooooo. I think I try to hard. but I kinda need to considering NBK is closing in. The amount of dramatic irony and foreshadowing is fucking amazing. Everything I see and I hear I incorporate into NBK somehow. Either bombs, clocks, guns, napalm, killing people, any and everything finds some tie to it. feels like a Goddamn movie sometimes. I wanna try to put some mines and trip bombs around this town too maybe. Get a few extra flags on the scoreboard. I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. And no don’t fucking say, “well thats your fault” because it isnt, you people had my phone #, and I asked and all, but no. no no no dont let the weird looking Eric KID come along, ohh fucking nooo.
4/3/99

Does anyone else remember this pop song from around 2008?

by reddit user hartijay

I used to work on my university campus radio station in college. We used to talk about current events around the school, any news around the surrounding town, and played requested songs for students, something our school surprisingly allowed. I remember a very weird couple of months where students who tuned into the show constantly requested a song called “See You After, Babe”, a pop song by some one-hit-wonder group called Symmetry Icon, the dumbest name for a band I’ve ever heard. But that song was huge around October and November of 2008. As one of the campus radio’s DJs, I had to play that song over like a hundred times in two months. I heard it everywhere, in malls, gas stations, on real radio stations, and I think even on MTV.

Something was weird about that song, but I couldn’t remember exactly what. I tried Googling the song and band, but nothing came up in the results for either. Not even YouTube had a single clip of the song.

Keep reading

Burned- Part Two(Marliza Fic)

Note: what’s this?? She wrote a second part??? OH YES!

Warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing(I think), and being a terrible sister

Tags: @secretschuylersister @steiiarrs @butlinislin @maybe-mikala @queerenbian @ham4fan-fiction (I think that’s it pls tell me if I missed you)

Word count: 3063(considerably shorter than part one but hey)


I walked forward and putting my hands on the back of a chair, locking my elbows. “What do you mean she’s ‘missing’?” I asked, looking from Philip Schuyler, to my parents, and to the man with the 5 o’clock shadow.

“By definition, ‘missing’ tends to mean absent from home and in a place of unknown whereabouts,” 5 o’clock shadow man answered, who was apparently a walking dictionary. “And in this case, Eliza has been missing since last night, which is a commonplace state for her, yes?”

“She’s always been running away. First it was Maryland– she spent an entire week in Chesapeake Bay. The only damn clue about where she was was a book about the start of the American colonies in Maryland. Then it was New Jersey, Weehawken, actually,” Philip said, breaking off with a scowl. “I don’t understand how Angelica turned out perfectly and Eliza is… not.” I repressed the urge to bring up the simple fact that Angelica slept with her sisters boyfriend. Which, by definition, would make her very not-perfect.

“Philip-” my mother began, but was cut off.

“I can only hope that Peggy turns out like Angelica– she was the dream to raise, never caused trouble, always home by curfew. She’s a good person.” As he said those words, I couldn’t help but to think of the box of condoms sitting in the drawer in her nightstand, and I knew that he would most definitely not find Peggy perfect after those were found.

“Eliza’s a better person than Angelica ever will be,” I muttered, in the vain hope that no one had heard me. No one seemed to, and Philip continued on. Finally, 5 o’clock shadow man/walking dictionary man cleared his throat.

“Maria, I’d like to have a word with you,” he said, crossing his arms and pulling a pen from his breast pocket. “Would it be alright to have a word with her, alone?” He asked, more to my parents than to me.

“I don’t see what Maria could possibly know that could help you, sir,” my father answered.

“With all due respect, Richard, Maria saw Eliza at school– a place where her father rarely saw her. Maria could have some information for me that will help out in maybe finding Eliza and bringing her home safe.”

“Now, hold on,” Philip interjected. “I dont want Eliza living in my house again. She’s eighteen. She has a boyfriend, and I’m sure Alexander or Angelica would be more than happy to let her stay,” Philip announced. “Frankly, I want to focus on making sure the last of my girls doesn’t run away a month from the last day of school.”

“So, is that a yes?”


I lead 5 o’clock shadow man/walking dictionary man into the little office that my father spent most of his day slaving away in. I sat down on the desk, kicking my legs and looking down at the worn carpet, while my soon-to-be interrogator sat in the cracked and worn office chair pushed in the corner of the room. I could remember spinning around in that chair until I was dizzy and couldn’t stand straight.

“Maria, I know that you know something that you aren’t telling your parents, or Mr Schuyler,” he said, pulling out a notepad from the inside of his immaculate suit. “I’m Mr Lancaster, by the way.”

“Maria Lewis,” I replied, even though he already knew my name. “What exactly do you think I’m not telling you?”

“I think that a girl surrounded by people– people that she feels don’t understand her, or are against her– is going to turn to the girl that has everything she could ever wish for.” None of what this man was saying made sense. Eliza had everything– a boyfriend, her sisters by her side, friends and good grades– but that’s where it finally hit me; Eliza may have had everything, but everything didn’t seem to want to have her. “Eliza felt alone in the crowd, and you were never in a crowd but you were so not-lonely that Eliza found someone she could turn to. Am I right?”

“Not too far off, I’d imagine.”

“Good,” Mr Lancaster leaned forward in his chair, writing on his notepad. “Now, something goes wrong. Eliza gets in a fight with her boyfriend or has a disagreement with one of her sisters– something small. Then, she decides she can’t take it the way it is, and up and disappears.” I very much wanted to interrupt, because your boyfriend cheating on you with your older sister, your best friend, is not a small and petty thing. Not to someone who had spent 99% of their time with their older sister, trading secrets and telling jokes. For the girl who burned every person but one that came too close, and having that one burn her? This was not a small thing.

“And everyone has to have an outlet, right?” He seemed to want a reply, so I nodded. “Good. Now what could that outlet possibly be?” He looked at me for a moment, and in that bundle of seconds I knew that he thought one thing– he thought that I knew where Eliza was. He had thought up the most ridiculous solution possible, and he seemed to believe it to be true.

“I dont know,” I answered, then added, “sir,” for good measure.

“I think that outlet would be the one girl that Eliza could trust. And I think that girl is you,” he said. “Correct me if I’m wrong.”

“If you’re assuming that I could possibly, by some miracle, know where Eliza is,” I began. “Then you are so far off the tracks that I’m not even sure if you started on them in the first place.” Mr Lancaster almost cracked a smile– almost.

“My guess, is that you know where she is. You just dont know it yet.”

“How could I possibly-”

“I’ve worked every case for this girl– that’s five total missing person cases for the same girl that can’t seem to choose a place and stay there like the good girl she should be,” he started. “And in people like that, there’s always an accomplice. She can’t bear to sit still for long enough to plan this all unless she starts it in her head and writes down exactly nothing.”

“Eliza has never once asked me to be a part of anything that she’s done.” This, of course, was a lie.

“I dont think so,” Mr Lancaster replied. “I think you’ve been part of one, at least. And I think I know what it was.”

“I dont know what you’re talking about,” I replied, thankful for my skill of keeping a level-head. Mr Lancaster shook his head, and pulled a phone out of his pocket. He pulled up a photo, and handed the phone to me. The picture showed the light blue e spray painted onto the wall in Peggy’s room, the identically coloured m next to it, albeit smaller. My shoulders slumped.

“Look, I don’t know what you two managed to do last night, I don’t know who you went after, but I certainly would like to know,” he began. “And I would also like to say that I wouldn’t wanna be those people.”

“You can’t tell my parents.”

“As long as you two didn’t kill anyone, then the story stays with you, me, Eliza, and that creepy clown painting in the corner.” And so I told him. I told him about Eliza somersaulting through my window, about lying to my mom to get tacos, about going to the store and going to Angelicas and going to Alexander’s and going back to her house before burning the love letters at the campgrounds. I told him about dropping Eliza off at some time past midnight. I told him about Goodbye, Maria. instead of Goodnight, Maria. After I was finished telling, his face stayed in a way that said he was not quite finished listening.

Finally, he said: “Maria, why did Eliza go after her sisters and boyfriend?” And suddenly the still listening face made sense.

“Angelica slept with Alexander. Several times.”

“And Peggy?” Mr Lancaster asked.

“Peggy knew, apparently.”

“Well,” Mr Lancaster said, leaning forward and rubbing his face with his hands. “This is definitely a new one.”


Mr Lancaster finally seemed satisfied that I had offered every bit of information I had, and he left with Eliza’s father. “What an assface,” I said, after Mr Lancaster and Philip had left. “Abandoning his own daughter.”

“It seems like Eliza abandoned him,” my father interjected, and I wanted to reply but didn’t seem to know how. Instead, I went upstairs, ignoring Jane Eyre.

Mammamiaitsmaria: Quinn, Sarah, you better get the fuck online right now before i explode

NotSarahJessicaParker: the mighty Quinn hath been usurped(she got grounded)

Mammamiaitsmaria: Eliza ran away

NotSarahJessicaParker: isn’t this the twenty millionth time?

Mammamiaitsmaria: no, Sarah. But I was the last person to see her before she disappeared

NotSarahJessicaParker: That certainly adds to the mysteriousness in all of this

Mammamiaitsmaria: I want to find her

NotSarahJessicaParker: we all do. I gotta go, I’m being summoned

I watched Sarah’s icon change from a bright blue to a grey, signifying she had left. I closed the chat room, and shut my laptop, tilting the back of my head over my chair and blowing out a breath through my teeth.

I knew full well that Eliza would not be found until she wanted to be– she was too smart and non-stop for that, and any fault in her planning was always noticed. She was too well put together to be discovered before she had her chance to see everything and take it all in. Her mind worked like a constantly-changing jigsaw puzzle, making her forever the enigma.

“Maria, dinner!” I groaned, turning out of my chair and rushing down the stairs. I helped myself to some of the spaghetti sitting on the counter, and sat down at the table with my parents, mid-conversation.

“The car had much less gas this morning than it did when I came home,” my mother said, tucking some of her loose curls behind her ear. “I know that Maria went out for a bit, but this was a drastic change.” I ignored them, knowing that it was better for my fate if I couldn’t process what they were saying. She finally came to a conclusion and changed to subject, and the political talk began again and I fully ignored them. I finished eating walked back into the kitchen and put my plate in the sink, before rushing back upstairs and poking through Jane Eyre before taking a shower.

I pushed my wet hair away from my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I still looked the same, but I didnt feel the same. It was amazing how an event can so drastically change the way you look on the inside, but your outside seems exactly the same.

I dragged myself into bed, rolling away from the window. Even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen, I desperately wished that Eliza would push open the window and somersault into my room one last time.


“So, Eliza’s gone missing?” Quinn asked, as soon as I walked into school. Her trumpet case was hanging loosely in her hand, and her glasses were falling down her nose. “Sarah told me,’ she added, before I could ask.

“It sure seems like it.” I reached up, fixing Quinn’s glasses.

“Why do you want to find her?” Quinn questioned quietly.

“Because I was the last person to see her before she up and disappeared. Wouldn’t you want to find her if that was the case?” Quinn was silent for a moment, before nodding.

“I have to get to band,” she finally said, and rushed off, her trumpet case swinging behind her. I considered following her and sitting in on the early band rehearsal just to listen, but I decided that getting to class early and reading some more Jane Eyre. I beat the bell to my seat, and sat through the slowly-ticking clock. Finally, the cass ended and I was free for another ten minutes. I knew that Sarah and Quinn had second period together, so I could meet them outside of the band room and walk to their class, and still have enough time to get back to mine.

I met Sarah and Quinn outside of band, and we made it halfway to their classroom before the last person in the world we expected to walk up to us, walked up to us. She stopped in front of our trio, holding her colour-coded folders against her chest like a lifeline, her short-cut curls falling in her eyes, and her face pulled down from lack of sleep.

“Hi,” Peggy said. “I assume you know that Eliza has gone missing?”

“We’re aware,” Sarah answered, a new kind of tone in her voice, and it was in that moment that I remembered Sarah’s completely, totally, unadulterated crush on Peggy Schuyler.

“Do you also know about what she pulled in my room?” Peggy asked, caution in her voice. “Because I still haven’t been able to clean it all up.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Sorry about that, by the way.”

“What did you– oh, you’re the lowercase m, aren’t you?” She gave a half smile or realization, and let out a breathy laugh.

“That would, in fact, be correct.”

“I figured as much,” she said. “So, what exactly did Eliza have you help her with?”

“I’m not exactly sure you’re the kind of person that Eliza would want me to tell, Peggy.” Her face fell, and the slight hope that had ignited in her eyes dimmed.

“If it has to do with Angelica,” Peggy began, tightening her grip on the folders. “Then I didn’t know.”

“How would you not know? Angelica is your sister,” Quinn butted in, raising her eyebrows.

“Because no one told me,” she answered. “But John knew, and as soon as I found out I dumped him. I can’t believe Angelica did that,” Peggy muttered, tapping her foot against the ground angrily.

“Well if John-” Sarah began, but Quinn stomped on her foot, effectively shutting her up.

“I told Angelica what I thought about what she did. I told her to put our sisterhood aside and that I’m not standing at her side. I’m with Eliza on this one, she didn’t deserve this.” Peggy’s eyes were shining with unshed tears, and in that one moment I couldn’t think of anyone I wouldn’t want to be less. Peggy had somehow lost both of her sisters in the span of twenty-four hours, both of them at the hands of the other, and it left Peggy alone.

“I believe you,” I finally said. “Come to my house after school, and I’ll explain everything. Okay, Peggy?” She nodded, and muttered something about needing to get to class before hurrying off, her folders still pressed to her chest.

“I’m gonna ask her out,” Sarah said, as soon as Peggy was out of our general area.

Quinn looked at her dumbfoundedly. “No,” she said, as thought this was the obvious answer, and shook her head a little.

“Do not do the stupid thing,” I counseled.

“Imma do the stupid thing,” Sarah said, and walked away.

“She’s not even going in the direction of our class,” Quinn said, flabbergasted. “The complete and utter disregard she has to what’s going on around her amazes me sometimes.”


My mothers car was absent from the driveway when I arrived home that afternoon, so I knew that she had to be working late. Peggy had told me to expect her sometime around four, so I had just enough time to eat something before Peggy got here to discuss Eliza.

I devoured a pop tart, and read some more Jane Eyre, before the doorbell rang and I answered it. Peggy was standing there, and had pulled her curls out of her face. “Hi, and thanks, Maria.”

“It’s no problem.” She walked in, and stopped at the livingroom.

“Where do you wanna talk at?” She asked, turning to face me.

“Do you want to go up to my room, that way if my mom comes home while we’re talking, she doesn’t interrupt us?” Peggy nodded, and I let her follow me upstairs and into my room. She sat down crossed-legged on my chair, and I set of my bed, dangling my legs over the endboard.

“So, what was Eliza’s master plan?” Peggy asked, and I explained how Angelica had told Eliza about the affair. I told her how she came into my room, and brought me along to buy some things and execute some pranks.

“Oh, shit,” I suddenly exclaimed, slapping a hand to my forehead. “There’s a box of condoms in the drawer in your nightstand. Eliza was hoping that your dad would find them and tear you a new one.”

Peggy had noticeably whitened, but only said, “noted.” I took her silence as a cue to continue, and so I did. She stopped me at the part about the campgrounds.

“Eliza burned the letters? And you let her?!” She exclaimed, colour coming back into her cheeks.

“Peggy, you didn’t see her at the campgrounds. She was devastated, and nothing was going to stop her.” Peggy blew out a breath through her nose, and nodded at me to continue. I finished by telling her about Goodbye, Maria. and Peggy looked at me strangely.

“That’s it?” She asked, her face scrunching up in confusion.

“That’s all I know.”

“She had to leave clues,” Peggy said, pulling at her hair with both her hands. “And I think she left them for you.”

“Why for me?” And even as I asked it, I knew the answer: Eliza had no one else. Her boyfriend and sisters had wronged her, and they were the only people that she truly seemed to love. And so, she somersaulted into my window and brought me along because I was all she could have had left.

“She didn’t trust Angelica and I, and she obviously didn’t trust Alexander. So who better than you?” Peggy answered, letting her hands drop from her hair as she shrugged.

“What do we do now?”

“Now?” Peggy repeated, and a smirk lurked in the corners of her mouth and eyes. “Now we look.”

anonymous asked:

i wanna leave this world so bad. but i know that i'll regret my decision. i've had friends stab my back. looked me in disgust. spit on me. threaten me. and more worst things. do i have a reason to be living?

So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares? Right? No.

What about your close friends? Fuck those people who stab you in the back, who threaten you, who look at you with disgust. But what about your close friends? What will be their reactions when the principal walks into the classroom to announce that you are no longer alive? While your bestfriend sits there slowly breaking while tears roll down his/her face. What about that girl/boy who you always smiled at, but never talked to? She’ll start crying. What about that guy who always kicked you from under the chair? He’ll sit there in shock. And devastated. Was it because of him? 

what about the teacher? Pain. Shock. All at once. She’ll blame herself while millions of thoughts run through her head. Maybe it happened because she couldn’t make school comfortable enough for you, or maybe because she scolded you once.

You want to kill yourself because your family hates you right? No.

Imagine them walking into your room all smiley, and cheerful, thinking why you haven’t woken up yet, They’ll call out your name. No response. They’ll maybe tickle you and call out you name. No response. Oh hahah, he’s just fooling around. They’ll shake you harder waiting for you to suddenly wake up and laugh, saying “Mom! Dad! Calm down! It was a joke.”

 Why aren’t you breathing? Answer them!

Tears. And guilt. It was because of them. They couldn’t save you. More tears. Every day, every night, every second of the day.More tears than you’ll ever shed.

Broken. They’ll be broken. Because their life was taken away from them. 

who will organize the funeral? Who will call the principal to tell you that you’re dead ? Who will go through your stuff, your notes, clean your room which feels so empty now.

Don’t tell me your mom wont stand infront of the mirror, lips shaking, body shaking, tears rolling falling from her eyes.  ‘’My baby.”

Dont tell me your dad wont sit inside his car, head in his hands and crying for hours. Trying so hard to be strong. He can’t bear enter to enter the house. Because its so empty.” He’s gone. He’s gone. I could’t save him’’

Dont tell me your brother or sister wont lie on their bed, staring at their ceiling, clutching one of your pictures together. “Who will have fun with me? who will fight with me? Who will piss me off?”

Dont tell me your bestfriend wont walk through those school hallways which feel so empty. Dont tell me they wont breakdown in tears. “That bitch… i miss you”

Don’t tell me the person who had a crush on you won’t walk into their room, closing the door behind them, and falling to their knees, and finally, finally, breaking down. ‘’ I should’ve told him. I should’ve told him earlier. I loved him!” 

Don’t tell me that girl who used to shoot daggers at you in school wont feel bad. 

Don’t tell me the teacher wont breakdown on not seeing you in class and looking at your empty chair everyday instead.

When you kill yourself, you change someone else’s world completely.

people may not tell you but they care for you. They do. I do too. We may not have spoken a word to each other ever, but i love you. And i care. I will always care.

I want you to smile

Because you’re beautiful

And you deserve to live

I love you

Don’t kill yourself tonight

Okay?

Because I’ll miss you too much.

Chin up, love youre beautiful.

p.s Have i told you that i love you? Even if i did ill keep saying it. There are no lies in these words.

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Christmas Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Lambie

Words: 1338

Warnings: Kissing

Request: (markimoo28) Hello! Im here to request a “ Merry Christmas to all and to all- wait not you, i dont like you.” for Alex. They start out as enemies but fall for each other in the end? or maybe a “ baby its cold outside” for alex please? Im in a Alex fluff mood XD

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO OUR READERS! These Christmas Specials wouldn’t be possible without you guys, otherwise we would just be two weird people writing Christmas fan fiction for no one to read. Thanks for making us feel less like weirdos lol. I think this is a good salute to the Christmas Specials, and it’s been a fun 12 days. I loved writing this one, and I hope you will love it as much I do. (P.S. Markimoo28, I hope this is similar to what you were looking for. I tried doing the “I don’t like you” and it really didn’t turn out. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as you would the other one. Merry Christmas!)


Alex was busy pointing out the oddities of classic 1940’s Christmas Songs. A smooth jazz voice played over the radio when Alex said, “Who roasts chestnuts on a roasting fire? Like why would you even want to eat chestnuts? We aren’t squirrels!”

He was bundled on the sofa in a heavy blue blanket. He shook his head at every word an iconic artist sang. He picked the songs a part. He was too distracted to notice you were leaving. You had just got off the phone with your parents; they never liked you staying out late. Let alone with Alexander Hamilton. Trouble followed him everywhere he walked.

You shoved your belongings angrily into your bag. You didn’t think about saying goodbye to Alex, you were too annoyed with your parents already. You had two moods with Alex. The first, you laughed at everything he said and you were comfortable. The other was you wanted to just straight up shoot him in the face.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Alex shout, followed by a thump on the wooden loft floor. He had gotten tangled in the blanket and fallen face first to the floor. His hand touched your ankle. You looked down at him, currently in your “other” mood. “Where are you going?” he asked, his hand wrapped around your ankle like a little child begging someone not to go.

He had that kind of look to him. He came across as childish but strong-headed at the same time.

You felt the blanket wrap around your leg, you began to slide across the floor away from the door, back to the sofa. You looked down and about laughed. Alex was dragging his stomach backwards across the floor, both his hands around your ankles. You would have laughed or smiled at this usually, if your father hadn’t just threatened to pull you out of school.

You were attending King’s College, and your dad didn’t want you staying at the college by yourself or being paired with a eccentric roommate. Your family house was only two blocks away from the college. You loved the college and you couldn’t ever imagine what it would feel like to leave. You felt so free here.

So you frowned.

Alex picked himself off the floor and stood up. You cracked a smile as he only came up to your chest. He was always the shortest in any friend group. The person who always stood in the front in school pictures and had to swallow his pride to ask someone to reach for something on the top shelf. Alex was full of only two things; caffeine and rage.

“Hey,” Alex said. “What’s wrong? Why are you leaving?”

“My dad.” you replied, shaking your head. You kept tears from falling. “He is threatening to pull me out of school, because he doesn’t want me to get into any trouble.”

“Education is important.” Alex said.

“Yeah,” you laughed half-heartedly, “I know. I love learning so much and every aspect about it. I wish I could move out entirely, that way my dad wouldn’t have control over me anymore. I just don’t have any place to stay.”

Alex was silent for a moment. Then he said, “You could move in with me.” he said it casually, as if you were two passing neighbors on the street.

“Alex.” you laughed. You shook your head. “That’s crazy. I mean, I don’t know. That would really change things between us.”

He smirked and fell back onto the sofa (he missed the sofa halfway down and landed on the floor, he then stood up and sat down). He patted the sofa suggestively and pulled the blanket from the floor.

“Who cares what your old man says? There is no way he can expect you to walk home in this weather.” Alex gestured to the window. A blizzard was raging on outside. “(Y/N), just stay the night. You don’t have to sleep with me,” he laughed and winked. “Unless you want to.”

You punched him in the arm. He laughed. You shook your head at him and let your head hang in defeat. You were torn. If you went home, you could possibly die in this blizzard. If you stayed, and slept with Alex, or even slept in the same vicinity as him, your father would kill you.

You frowned at the snowflakes painted on the windows.

The radio switched and a jazzy tune played. “Oh no.” you laughed.

You turned around to Alex on his knees singing, “But, baby it’s cold outside.” he took your hands in his and sang to you. You blushed. You shook your head.

“No.” you said. You threw his hands off yours and headed towards the door.

He ran from the sofa, bounding over the cushions and slid in his wool socks across the wooden floor, in front of the door.

“Alex.” you said, hopelessly. “Please. I’ve got to go away.”

“Hey, you gotta sing it.” he said in a sing-song voice.

You rolled your eyes and repeated it, following along with the song.

He pulled you away from the door, to the TV. A burning log on one of those long live streams appeared, he sang, “listen to the fireplace roar.”

You burst out laughing when he sang in a high-pitched voice. “Say, what’s in this drink?” he had ran from the TV to the kitchen. He had picked up a half empty Mountain Dew bottle and gave his best impression of a drunk man.

Alex continued his antics, you spun around watching him run around in every direction putting on a one man show of, “Baby It’s Cold Outside.”

He ran back to you for the last line. He looked at you longingly.

Oh baby it’s cooooold outside.” the two of you sang in unison.

The song faded and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer began to play. “You’re stealing my spotlight, Rudolph!” Alex said, yanking the radio plug out of the wall.

He turned back to you and smiled. He got down on his knees and held out his hands to you. You smiled and placed them in his. “I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice.” you stifled a laugh.

Alex sat back on the sofa and pulled you forward on top of him. You screamed as you fell onto his lap. He threw a blanket over you. You turned to face him. Your faces an inch away. “Your eyes are like starlight now.”

“I wish I knew how, to break this spell.” you stared into his blue eyes.

“Mind if I move in close?” Alex said in a soft non-singing voice. You nodded.

Alex rolled around you, throwing the blanket over the two of you. You were pressed into the sofa cushion, while he sat on top. You both laughed. You turned around to face him. “(Y/N),” he grinned. “It’s cold outside.” he said in a regular voice.

You and Alex shared a look that was filled with a thousand words of understanding and so many other feelings. You put your head on his chest and pulled the blanket around you. Alex reached for the remote and switched off the lights.

“Oh baby, it’s dark in here.” Alex laughed.

A moment away from his lips, you said. “I like it that way.” you took his head gently in your hands. His hands came from under the blanket and ran under your hair. The moment hadn’t passed yet. It was only preparatory. You stared at Alex in the darkness. “Screw it.” you muttered before kissing him.

He pulled away. You frowned at him. “I wish it was colder more often.”

You laughed, your smile returning, as your lips found their way home.

Dressed to Kill

I am so disgustingly in love with zack merrick dont touch me i love him so much

also the title is a reference to a horror film (and jasey rae haha). 10 points to (gryffindor) whoever gets it. also i have nothing against anyone named katya, it was just the first name i thought of. lol.

triggers: uhh??? is cheating a trigger? im not sure so… you’ve been warned. someone let me know if cheating is a trigger that needs to be tagged in future situations.

written by M, intended to be the beginning of a short series (¾ parts? depends on what yall want) if there is enough interest


Every time you got to the airport in your hometown of Baltimore, the same thing happened. You walked off the plane and in to the airport, only to pick up the bags that the guys would drop when running to pull the love of their lives in to a huge hug. They tried not to notice that you never had anyone to come home to, but their pity sank in to your skin when they would invite you out to dinner as an afterthought.

They didn’t mean to forget about you once they got back to Baltimore but they had more pressing matters to attend to other than their pathetic tour manager and you wouldn’t let them try to baby you. 

Time off in Maryland was uncommon for the band and you weren’t going to let them spend what little time they had away from you, trying to keep you company.

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The Wishing Tree

So I’m writing this as a form of confession. Not because I’ve done anything wrong but because I’m gonna stand by and do nothing.

I guess my story starts way back when I was about 6 or 7. I was out playing in the back yard with my ball. Just hoofing it about when it went flying into my neighbours. The fence between the two houses was very tall to a seven year old and the only gap in it was next to a great big tree growing in the middle of the boundary fence. The fence had been erected either side as whoever originally built the houses had obviously decided the tree was too nice to cut down. So in my determined 7 year old way I slithered in between the tree and the fence nearly getting stuck and catching my leg on a nail on the way. I popped through with one final effort and was just about to inspect my wounds when a voice from under the tree said ‘You’re bleeding’. On further inspection, there sat a little girl roughly my age.

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Updated masterlist #6

All smut is indicated
(*) over 50 notes
(**) over 100 notes
(***) over 150 notes
(!) over 200 notes
(!!) over 300 notes
(!!!) over 500 notes

(^) over 1000 notes
(^^) over 2000 notes

(^^^) over 20,000 notes

Text AU

You confuse them with Meghan Trainor lyrics (!!)
You loose something stupid (!!)
Messaging the wrong boy (!!)
You love superheroes (!!)
Food mishaps with the baby (!)
you play hide and seek (!)
They think you are ignoring them (!)
Kitchen mishaps (!)
you buy a dog (!)
Harry Potter (***)
Kittens (***)
you give him a heart attack (***)
You have a bad day at school (***)
Calum finding out that you had a seizure but you left your phone at home (***)
You tell him you’re pregnant (***)
Michael’s black hair (**)
supernatural 5sos part 2.5 (the other parts are found in preferences) (**)

Preferences

you make him cum his pants *smut*  (!!!)
Bus Bunk mishaps  (!!)
You get in a car crash and lose your memory (!)
You get in a car crash and lose your memory part 2 (***)
He thinks you are cheating on him (!)
He thinks you are cheating on him part 2 (!)
Supernatural 5sos  (!)
Supernatural 5sos part 2  (***)
Supernatural 5sos part 3  (**)
supernatural 5sos part 4  (**)
supernatural 5sos part 5  (**)
supernatural 5sos part 6 (*)
supernatural 5sos part 7 (*)
supernatural 5sos part 8 (*)
supernatural 5sos part 9 (*)
Pap problems  (!)
Shutting him out  (***)
You’re his celebrity crush (***)
Camp half blood AU   (**)
Camp Half-blood part 2  (**)
Camp half blood part 3
having an argument/fight (**)
having a argument/fight part 2 (***)
you like him but to him you are just friends (**)
Part 2 (**)
Love me like you do *song preference*   (**)
Finding out you are pregnant (*)
He’s your best friend but you have a crush on someone else (*)
he is your best friend but you have a crush on someone else part 2 (*)
insecurities (*)
he insults you and the boys defend you (*)
He takes care of you when you are sick
When you’re gone Avril lavigne *song preference* (*)
Natalia Kills-Problem (*)
You ruin me by the veronicas*song preference*

Imagines

Ashton
Skype sex with visual  *smut* (***)
My wallflower (Nerd) (*)
My Wallflower Part 2
Luke Vs Ashton (*)
Personal Ashton imagine for wrecking-ball-love
Michael Vs Ashton
Calum Vs Ashton
Golden Compass AU
Ipod shuffle - Still into you
Michael
He walks in on your masturbating *smut*  (***)
He walks in on your masturbating part 2 *smut*  (**)
Skype sex with visual *smut* (**)  
Michael smut, overprotective older brother Luke (**)
Michael imagine where you’ve been dating a long time but Harry has a thing for you (*)
Secret boyfriend Michael (*)
Michael Imagine Welcome home *smut* (*)
Michael Vs Ashton
You’re just not punk rock enough for me (*)
Bad boy Michael (*)
He’s not that bad (*)
He’s not that bad part 2 (*)
He’s not that bad part 3  *smut* (**)
He’s not that bad part 4
No Sleep of the Wicked
Gastroparesis
No Sleep of the Wicked
Parenthood is hard
Appendicitis
Luke
I like you, not him. *smut* (***)
Neighbour (*)
Luke imagine Dont you forget me (*)
Luke Imagine Panic attack (*)
Skype sex with visual *smut* (*)
Luke imagine shower sex  *smut* (*)
Married at first sight (*)
The Hunger Games (*)
Backstage fun *smut*
Luke song imagine “Our July in the Rain” by He is We
Luke Imagine Not so secret relationship
Luke Imagine you like him but he doesn’t feel the same
Luke has a headache
Calum
Silent treatment from him (**)
Mad at Calum (*)
Secret love affair with Calum (*)
personal Calum visual imagine for hoodswhisper *smut*
Calum imagine He has a headache
Calum Vs Ashton

Fanfictions
Bad Boy werewolf michael (!!)

Random posts

Ashton doesn’t like cats (^^)
Michael’s voice (^)
5 members of one direction (^^^)
My friend and I on the phone (***)
What’s ‘wrong’ about she’s kinda hot (!!)
Michael’s porn tash (!!)
My reaction to the skh ep (!)
Michael is too precious (!)
Return of red Michael (!)
Michael’s reflection (***)
Luke is rude (***)


Visuals    

Dry humping (!)
People in chairs have more fun (!)
Yes sir!  (!)
We dont need the bedroom (!)
Eating out (***)
Teasing (***)
Keep your underwear on (***)
Bath/shower (**)
Under the table fun (**)
Midnight at the pool (**)
Lingerie (**)
Lets go to the kitchen! (**)
Against the wall  (**)
Thigh riding (**)
Car sex  (**)
Do you want to be a cowgirl? (*)
Angry fun  (*)
Squirting (*)
Bondage  (*)
Holding Hands (*)
Orgasm  (*)
Fingering (**)
FxFxM threesome (*)
Wedding night (*)
MXMXF threesome (*)
Anal

anonymous asked:

Can I have some angst that doesnt end well? With RFA +V and Saeran if possible.

OK here you go just a

ou go just a warning the Yoosung one is really long OK! So buckle up this is gonna be sad. And if this is not what you wanted then pleaselet me know so I can re-write it!


And dear lord you guys are trying to kill these men…and woman.


Yoosung

Between gaming and school he had no time for you. You could understand studying that was a necessity. But every night when he came home you ran to the door to greet him but he would just push you to the side telling you that he was stressed and needed to game to make him feel better. And thats ok the first few times but not everyday. But being the good wife that you are you still made him dinner, did his laundry, and even washed his dishes. But all you got was a ‘thanks. 

 The day of your anniversary came by. You and Yoosung were so happy on the day of your wedding.  Your friends and family were there it was perfect. Part of Yoosungs speech went like 

“MC I promise to make time for you even though I’m busy I will never forget to hang out with you you are not only my wife but my best friend.”  

And in the beginning of your marriage that was true…..for a while. After his classes he would run home and tackle you with hugs and kisses exclaiming how much he missed you. But over the months his excitement faded more and more to the point where you were basically old news. 

“I’ll spend all my time with you my ass” You mock setting the table for a romantic dinner.

 Then the door opens and you run to see Yoosung.  

“Yoosung~” You say cheerfully. “Your home”

 He just looks at you sadly and walks past you. You give him a cold stare. Finally he looks up at you confused. Tears are dripping down your face. 

“Whats wrong MC” He asks. 

“Have you even looked at the chatroom today. He glances at his phone and sess all the ‘Happy Anniversary’ texts theres even one from V.

 “Shit I’m so sorry” He says.

 “Oh, what sorry that all our friends remember our anniversary but you dont. You yell.  “Its just school an-” You cut him off. 

“No, Yoosung its always school you never have time for me anymore” You yell through tears. “You know what I’m calling Seven to come pick me me up” 

Tears are dripping down his face youve never seen him this sad. You pick up your phone and call Seven all Yoosung can do is watch in horror as his wife walks out the door.

Zen

He came home late….again drunk…again. You had enough of this he had been doing this for the past few weeks since his “career took off”. You were happy for him, dont get that wrong. But this excessive drinking and partying was to much for you. You decided to talk with him.

 ‘Hey Zen, honey.” You say sweetly.

 “Yeah MC” He slurrs.

 “I think this drinking is getting out of hand.” You say genly putting your hand on his lap.

 He slaps your hand away and you stare at him in shock. 

 “You don’t tell me what to do woman” He sneers lighting a cigarette.

 “Don’t smoke on our new couch dear.” You remind him.

 “Im the one who bought this thing” He yells.

 “Yes but your wife gets a say too!” You yell back on the verge of tears.

 “Whatever” He says looking off.

 “What happend to the man I married” You say walking away.

 Once you get out the door you call Yoosung.

 He answers the phone.

 “Hello?” He answers sounding tired 

 Yoosung. You sob into the phone

 MC is that you….why are you crying. He says hecticly

 Zen is such an asshole why did I even marry him” You sob

 MC what happened. He asks with a scared tone.

 Ill tell you can you please come pick me up. You say shakily. 

 Ok Ill be there in a minute MC hold on. He says.

 When Zen wakes up the next morning your gone he then remembers what happened last night. 

 He lost his MC.

Seven

 He came back from a mission and you were so excited to see him. He had been gone for about 3 months and you had been so lonely without him. You missed his pranks, his jokes, and just everything about him was perfect to you. He was such a loving husband to you. You were getting ready to go to the airport Jumin was getting you a ride and you were so thankful. When you arrived you told Driver Kim to wait outside. But when you walked in Seven looked awful you could feel the worry and anxiety from all the way across the airport.

 “Seven~” You scream.

 You go to hug him and he flinches back but you wrap your arms around him and he loosens up.

 “I missed you” You sob.

 He smiles but then turns to a frown he looks behind him and hugs you tighter you feel tears go onto your back.

 “MC you have to listen to me ok” He says frantically

 You nod confused.

 “Someone followed me back their extremely dangerous I need you to get as far away from here as possible” He whispers.

 “What? Seven I-I cant leave you” You sob into his chest.

 “MC…please don’t make this harder for me to say goodbye” He hugs you tighter. 

 He pulls way wiping your tears from your face. “MC don’t cry just know that Iove you”

 “I know but-” He start.

 “MC were running out of time please just go” He begs.

 You hesitate but look into his eyes “Goodbye Seven” 

 You run to Driver Kim’s car and get in.

 “Take me to Jumins’s house now!” You scream.

 As you drive away you see an explosion and cry harder. Your Seven is gone forever.


Jumin 

 “MC not now I have to work” Has become a common phrase in your house. He has become almost robotic like he has no emotion at all. Now hes not good with emotions he never was but now he has almost none including love. You were so done so you stormed out the door to take a walk but you saw the headlights racing towards you to bad you didn’t care anymore.

 “MR. HAN MR. HAN” An employee ran into the meeting room.

 “What is it” He says sounding annoyed.

 “Its your wife sh-” He didnt even finish his sentence before Jumin was out the door.

 “Please be ok” He says to himself over and over.

 When he gets to the hospital he immediately runs over to your room. 

 “Doctor please do you know what happened.” He pleads.

 “She got hit by a car” He says quietly.

  “I will sue whoever did thi-” He was cut off.

 “You didn’t let me finish, many witnesses said that it looked like she saw the car coming she stared right at it” He finishes.

 “So your saying she committed suicide” He looks over at her covered by the cloth. “Why MC” He sobs.

 Jumin was never ok after that he often just skipped work and drank wine. The RFA tried to help him but he didn’t want it he just wanted to be alone


 Ok I spent hours on that so please let me do another one I’ll do the ones I didnt do tomorrow ok.