start hangout

i didn’t expect to come out of leverage with so many emotions about the fucking brewpub??? what has this show DONE to me

but ok. like. the brewpub doesn’t turn a profit, right. it is actively losing money all of the time, but it doesn’t matter? because of their fucking alternative revenue stream, they don’t NEED to make a profit, they literally own this brewpub for the fun of it

so, like. they COULD make it turn a profit but: eliot & hardison, working-class boys TM, they are absolutely going to:

  • make everything on the menu $0.50 less than it costs to make at least, because affordable food is important
  • just fucking give away shit for free. oh you can’t pay for this food? that’s fine don’t worry about it have it anyway, also would you like a coffee? some beer?
  • get everything locally, pay a LOT for it (let’s take a moment for all of the feelings eliot ‘grew up in a farming town’ spencer 100% has about corporations paying farmers the bare fucking minimum they can get away with. so many feelings, he goes on long & impassioned rants whenever this comes up, my bitter socialist son)
  • pay all of their staff like three times minimum wage at the least
  • all of the staff have AMAZING insurance & they always pay out if they need to
  • if any of the staff mention anything health related hardison will appear & offer to pay for it
  • if any of the CUSTOMERS mention anything health related hardison will appear & offer to pay for it
  • (i REFUSE to accept that hardison doesn’t tip, that is WRONG, the show is WRONG & i will NOT allow it, hardison tips. hardison’s elder siblings were waitstaff who depended on tips to make rent, hardison tips generously. hardison has all this money & he’s not even using most of it so he gives it away All Of The Time)

like. LIKE. the brewpub is basically a fucking nonprofit charity, they run jobs to take down capitalist scum & then come home to their aggressively socialist brewpub, this is just. this is fact. you cannot convince me this isn’t true

Ron was entitled to be a dick

People are too hard on Ron. He didn’t start out as a dick, he was smiling and welcoming Carl to play video games and trying to make him feel comfortable. But then Carl stole his girlfriend and started to hangout with her more than he could of course he would feel a little upset and frustrated with Carl. Then Carl’s dad kills his, and gets with his mom. And ontop of that, Rick cuts off his mom’s arm to save Carl instead of pulling her away from Sam. And Carl was the only one trying to get her to come, he had pretty much everything taken from him from the time the group got to Alexandria.

And mind you, he wasn’t trying to shoot Carl, Michonne just moved him off target and made him hit Carl’s eye. Yeah, Ron did have intentions of hurting Carl in the past but this kid just needed a reality check since all he saw was red from what was happening around him. And ontop of that his dad beat him so he was also living in constant fear. He’s entitled to be a dick.

rip beanie boy

  • FRANKLIN: Man y'all ain't going to start again, are you? I can't listen to another one of your arguments.
  • MICHAEL: We don't really argue, do we?
  • TREVOR: We have conversation, but it's all love at the heart of it.
  • MICHAEL: Definitely - all love.
  • FRANKLIN: Hate, love - I don't care what the fights are about, just don't do it.
“It’s been years”

Request from @typicalbitch15 : Can u do a imagine on how u and Sammy were dating in high school but break up and now u moved to LA and you start to hangout again and you guys start to mess around (like sexual) but he was dating Stassie whole time and u have feelings again for him. But he doesn’t want u anymore so u find comfort in Nate or Swazz and u end up with one of them and Sam is upset but u don’t care plz😘 Thank you 💖

Y/N’s POV

“Are you sure you want to do this?” My mom’s voice echoing in my head. “You don’t have to leave home yet. You can still go to school here, graduate here, and leave later.” She says, gripping the side of my arms, tears forming in her eyes. “Yes mom, I’m sure. I know I’m transferring schools is going to be hard but, I’ve been going to community college for 3 years now. It’s time to get out there and dominate my major. I got this mom. I promise.” I smiled. She hugged me and we overheard the speaker above us saying my flight is boarding. “Tell me when you land, and when you get to your place. Tell me how it all goes ok? Oh and from what I hear, the boys are still there! Remember your high school friends? Jacks, Nate, John, all the Wilkinson siblings are there. Call them if you need anything ok?” She calls out to me as I board my plane. 

“High school friends…” I said to myself on the plane, looking out the window. I haven’t talken to them since we graduated high school. They moved out to LA immediately. No wasting time. Tried to keep in contact but that all got too busy. Who else was out there again? Nate, John, and the Wilkinson siblings.. Oh shit, Sam…. I closed my eyes, shaking my head, I haven’t heard that name since graduation, literally, while he was getting his diploma. Dated since sophomore year and broke up with me the day before graduation because he was going to move to LA and it was time for him to “be free and explore.” AKA he wanted to be single once he went to California. I’ve never forgiven him for that. 3 years down the drain. I still scoff to this day thinking about it. He had no hard time getting over our relationship. It took me a year to let go of him, to stop crying about him. “No, no. I’m not going to contact him. I don’t need him. I don’t need any of them. Besides they have better friends now. They probably forgot all about me. It’s been years…. Yeah, it’s been years...” I said to myself. “Excuse me?” The guy sitting next to me gave me a questionable look. “Sorry, talking to myself.” I turned back to the window. 

Once I landed, I went straight to my place. My car, moving truck, everything was there. I started unpacking everything. My mom packed everything in my room, even the things I have not touched since I was a kid, in my closet and put it in the truck so I could have it with me just in case. As I was unpacking everything into the house, I came across a box. “Oh my goodness..” I laughed to myself, looking at pictures from high school. Times have changed man, times have changed. I put it back in the box and emptied other boxes. I went for a drive and found a grocery store. 

“No fucking way…” I heard someone from afar say, but I ignored it.. “Y/N?!” I heard my name. I stopped picking apples and looked side to side to see if someone called me. I looked up and saw Gilinsky and Johnson staring at me with their mouth wide open. “HOLY SHIT!! IT IS!” They yell, running to me, causing a scene in the grocery store. They bombard me with hugs, “What are you doing here?!” “Grocery shopping??” I gave them a look. “No, in LA!” Johnson lightly pushed my shoulder. “I go to school here now.” I shrugged. “AND YOU DIDN’T TELL US?!” G yells. “I didn’t think I had to…” “What do you mean you think you did have to… OF COURSE YOU HAD TO! WE’RE BEST FRIENS!” “I’m sorry, we haven’t spoken almost 4 years.. It’s been years. I don’t even know you guys anymore. Hi I’m Y/N, nice to meet you guys.” I stuck out my hand for them to shake. “Look ok, we know we’ve been busy and we’re sorry. We should’ve called or texted you.” J said. “Even when you guys go back to Omaha, I don’t hear from you guys.” I crossed my arms and they just pout. “You guys didn’t contact me because you were busy. You didn’t contact me because you chose a side. Sam’s side.” I rolled my eyes, walking away with my cart. “Hey, hey, hey, look. Ok. We’re sorry about that too. Give us another chance and we promise it won’t happen again. We’ll make it up to you. We have a free 2 weeks. 2 weeks dedicated to you. What do you say?” J says to me. 

“Buy me my groceries too and I’ll take you up on that 2 week offer too.” I said. They just laugh, sandwich hugging me, and pushed my cart, buying my groceries. They followed me to my house, helping me unpack and decorate and everything. “Funny I ran into you guys, look what I found unpacking.” I got out the album and threw it in front of them. “No fucking way dude. You had the best pictures of everyone during high school. This album is pure gold.” They laughed, flipping pages. “OOOOOHHHHHH!” They pointed, “This is fetus Y/N and Sam! This is when you guys were just friends.” I smiled at the freshman year picture, “Yeah. Good times.” I smiled a little at the memory. “How is Sammy anyways?” I asked quietly. “He’s good. Doing music and stuff. Hey, we are having a little kick back tonight. You should come. Please come. It would be great to have you back at our parties again.” G looks at me. “2 weeks, remember?” I just smiled. “Let me go get ready.” “Take all the time you need.”

Once I was done, we made our way to their house, pulling into the drive way to see 6 cars already there. “Looks like our party started without us.” They laughed, walking inside. We walked up the stairs and I trailed behind, “GUYS! GUESS WHO WE IN THE STREETS SLEEPING!” They yelled jokingly. At the top of the stairs and I looked at the group of people in the living room and kitchen. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Nate yelled, running and hugging me along with Swazz and Skeez. We were all in a little circle, talking and laughing when a body got added. “What’s up Y/N.” Sam says smiling, leaning in for a one arm hug. “Hey Sam.” I leaned in. We continued talking till they finally introduced me to everyone else. 

As the night went on, I started getting to know their new friends. They all went to the backyard and I just stayed on the patio, watching. Sam stands next to me, “So… How are you?” He longs out. “Don’t act like you care.” I gave attitude. “Of course I do. I still care about you after all this time and it’s been years. How are you giving me attitude when it’s been years since we talked?!” “Because you broke up with me with no warning. And mind you, you broke up with me 10 minutes after we had sex that night. And then never talked to me again! I’m still fucking hurt about that!” I scoffed. “Hey, please don’t cry.” He tries to move his face in front of mine but i turn the other way. “I’m not cry.” I tried saying. “Oh really, so look at me.” “No.” “I know you Y/N. And I know you’re crying so please look at me.” I slowly turn to him and he cuffs his hands on my face, wiping away my tears with his thumb. My heart starts beating, “I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you. Dinner tomorrow night. Me and you. We can talk about it. Hopefully get a clean start. Catch up. Everything. How about that?” “I’d like that..” I smiled. He pulls my head towards him, kissing my forehead, making my heart burst into flames. He pulls me onto his chest, as I sank my head on him, gripping onto him like we are back to senior year.. “I still love you..” I heard him mumble. I just stood there, pretending I didn’t hear him.

That friend

I made a friend before.
That friend came up to me one day and told me that they liked something about me.
Told me they saw something special in me.
So me and that friend started to hangout.
Me and that friend spent special time together.
I started to get really close to that friend.
I liked that friend.
A few weeks passed and that friend stopped talking to me.
I would talk to that friend and ask if they wanted to hangout but that friend kept on making excuses.
That friend slowly stopped talking to me.
That friend lost interest in me.
That friend didn’t see that special thing it saw in me the first time we met.
That friend made me feel worthless.
Made me feel like I could be thrown away easily.
That friend made me feel lonely.
I devoted time to that friend.
I had a liking to that friend.
But that friend just left me.
Left a hole in me.

—  Lu

Blog#5 Boyz On Fire

This past Friday, Boyz2zMenz took part in Kevin’s fire noodle challenge. It was a great opportunity to hangout and start the weekend with a bang. The spicy noodles were pretty intense, but we enjoyed the competition and good laughs that followed. Although some may consider these types of challenges to be borderline hazing, it was fun seeing they boys loosen up and really be themselves outside of school. Almost everything we ate that afternoon was pure spice, we definitely had upset stomachs afterwards. Luckily our host, Kevin, provided us a delicious tub of ice cream to soothe the pain of digestion. I really appreciate getting the chance to really get to know the guys in our group. It’s refreshing to know we can be productive in class and get along well when we’re outside of school. I hope this competitiveness continues throughout the rest of the semester and we would use this as motivation to bring our best effort. These hangouts are a great way to get to know our group mates fairly quickly and that is what I appreciate from interactive classes like this one. I look forward to making more memories with the boyz but also with our 50 other classmates. #rageon #callthefiredepartment #heneedsomemilk

- Nathan Yeung 

5

One day Sam leaves his phone in class, Castiel finds it and texts Dean, from then on they start to hangout a bit, getting closer and closer, until Cas realises he’s fallen in love with Dean Winchester..and he’s fallen in love with him too.

So

If they’re giving Barry a Felicity knock off as a love interest next year, what I’d like to see develop is a friendship between Iris & Cisco.

After seeing all these pics of Candice & Carlos interacting together, I bet they would have no problems at all having their characters developing a close friendship. Now of course it wouldn’t have to be romantic, but I’d love for Barry to shit himself when while he’s too busy romancing 2.0, Iris starts to prefer to hangout with Cisco because A) they find they share a lot of common interests & B) he’s good at being a comforting friend throughout her mourning of Eddie.

Despite nothing happening romantically with Iris/Cisco, I bet Barry would wake the fuck up  realize that no matter who he dates that’s not named Iris West, it’s not going to work out.

Or, maybe I’m just still feeling petty over having yet another love interest be cast for Barry instead of developing Westallen. Idk. Lol