takes me back to the good old days :')

every mainstream article about mental illness

“when i was in high school, i was popular, got good grades, and played 6 different varsity sports. then, when i went away to college, things changed a little bit. sometimes, i would feel sad. i got a C on a test. then one day, i was invited to a party, but decided to stay at home and cry instead. my friends and family were worried about me. i decided it was time to seek help. i went to see a therapist who diagnosed me with depression and generalized anxiety disorder, and i started taking zoloft. now im happy as ever and back to my old self!” #depression #anxiety #youarenotalone #endthestigma

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Teen Movies: 8tracks Collection

I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason.

80s Boombox: 01. The Breakfast Club - Don’t You Forget About Me; Simple Minds | 02. Say Anything - In Your Eyes; Peter Gabriel | 03. Dirty Dancing - Eyes; Eric Carmen | 04. Pretty In Pink - If You Leave; Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark | 05. Some Kind Of Wonderful - She Loves Me; Stephen Duffy | 06.  Valley Girl - I Melt With You Modern English | 07. Sixteen Candles - True; Spandau Ballet | 08. Pretty In Pink - Try A Little Tenderness; Otis Redding | 09. Dirty Dancing - The Time Of My Life; Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes | 10. Top Gun - Take My Breath Away; Berlin | 11. Sixteen Candles - If You Were Here; Thompson Twins | 12. Mannequin - Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now; Starship | 13. Some Kind Of Wonderful - Abuse (Dr. Mabuse Remix); Propaganda | 14. Back To The Future - Power of Love; Huey Lewis and the News | 15. Can’t Buy Me Love - All Night; Randy Hall | 16. The Breakfast Club - We Are Not Alone; Karla DeVito | 17. St. Elmo’s Fire - Man In Motion; John Parr | 18. Footloose - Footloose; Kenny Loggins | 19. Risky Business - Old Time Rock N Roll; Bob Seger | 20. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off - Twist And Shout; The Beatles | 21. Back To The Future - Johnny B. Goode; Chuck Berry | 22. The Blues Brothers - Shake A Tail Feather; The Blues Brothers feat. Ray Charles | 23. Flashdance - What A Feeling; Irene Cara | 24.  Can’t Buy Me Love - Can’t Buy Me Love; The Beatles | 25. Happy Together - Happy Together; The Turtles | 26. Dream A Little Dream - Dream A Little Dream Me; Mel Tormé and Mickey Thomas | 27. Real Genius - Everybody Wants To Rule The World; Tears For Fears | 28. Heathers - Teenage Suicide (Don’t Do It); Big Fun | 29. Weird Science - Weird Science; Oingo Boingo | 30. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off - Oh Yeah; Yello. [LISTEN] 

90s Discman: 01. Cruel Intentions - Bittersweet Symphony; The Verve | 02. Romeo + Juliet - Lovefool; The Cardigans. | 03. Armagedon - I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing Aerosmith | 04. Freaks and Geeks - Bad Reputation; Joan Jett and the Blackhearts | 05. She’s All That - Rockafeller; Skank Fatboy Slim | 06. Clueless - Kids In America; The Muffs | 07. Can’t Hardly Wait - I Can’t Get Enough Of You, Baby; Smash Mouth | 08. 10 Things I Hate About You - I Want You To Want Me; Letters To Cleo |09. She’s All That - Kiss Me; Sixpence None The Richer | 10. Cruel Intentions - Colorblind; Counting Crows | 11. Romeo + Juliet - Talk Show Host; Radiohead | 12. Dawson’s Creek - I Don’t Want To Wait; Paula Cole | 13. I Know What You Did Last Summer - Clumsy; Our Lady Peace | 14. My So-Called Life - At Night; Buffalo Tom | 15. Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Buffy Theme; Nerf Herder | 16. Jawbreaker - Yoo Hoo; Imperial Teen | 17. Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead - Draggin’ The Line; Beat Goes Bang | 18. American Pie - Mutt; Blink 182 | 19. Empire Records - Sugarhigh; Coyote Shivers | 20. Drive Me Crazy -  Keep On Loving You; The Donnas | 21. Clueless - Alright; Supergrass | 22. Hayley Wagner, Star - Look At Me; Geri Halliwell | 23. Teaching Mrs Tingle - Sorry; Stretch Princess | 24. Wish Upon A Star - Heaven; Moonpools and Caterpillars | 25.10 Things I Hate About You - Can’t Take My Eyes Off You; Heath Ledger | 26. Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Little Heaven; Toad The Wet Sprocket | 27. Empire Records - Til I Hear It From You; Gin Blossoms | 28. Election - This Road I’m Traveling; Mojave 3 | 29. That Thing You Do - That Thing You Do; The Wonders | 30. Titanic - My Heart Will Go On; Celine Dion | 31. Drive Me Crazy - (You Drive Me) Crazy; Britney Spears. [LISTEN]

00s MP3 Player: 01. A Walk To Remember - Someday We’ll Know; Mandy Moore and Jon Foreman | 02. A Cinderella Story - I’ll Be; Edwin McCain | 03. Down To You - Let’s Stay Together; Seal | 04. Ice Princess - No One; Aly & AJ | 05. Juno - Anyone Else But You; The Moldy Peaches | 06. (500) Days Of Summer - She’s Got You High; Mumm Ra | 07. The O.C. - California; Phantom Planet | 08. Veronica Mars - We Used To Be Friends; The Dandy Warhols | 09. Mean Girls - God Is A DJ; P!nk | 10. Legally Blonde - Perfect Day; Hoku | 11. Bring It On - Hey Mickey; B*Witched | 12. The Princess Diaries - Miracles Happen; Myra | 13. Just My Luck - Just My Luck; McFly | 14. She’s The Man - 4Ever; The Veronicas | 15. Freaky Friday - What I Like About You; Lillix | 16. The Perfect Man - I Will Learn To Love Again; Kaci Brown | 17. Wild Child - Let Me Think About It; Ida Corr vs. Fedde Le Grand | 18. Boys and Girls - Can’t Stop The Rock; Apollo 440 | 19. Freaky Friday - Happy Together; Simple Plan | 20. Josie And The Pussycats - Three Small Words; Rachael Leigh Cook, Tara Reid and Rosario Dawson | 21. Save The Last Dance - All Or Nothing; Athena Cage | 22. Whatever It Takes - Charm Attack; Leona Naess | 23. High School Musical - Breaking Free; Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens | 24. Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen - That Girl; Lindsay Lohan | 25. Lizzie McGuire - What Dreams Are Made Of; Hilary Duff | 26. Raise Your Voice - Someone’s Watching Over Me; Hilary Duff | 27. What A Girl Wants - Long Time Coming; Oliver James | 28. A Walk To Remember - Only Hope; Mandy Moore | 29. Get Over It - Dream Of Me; Kirsten Dunst | 30. The Notebook - I’ll Be Seeing You; Billie Holiday | 31. The Prince and Me - I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You; Marc Cohn | 32. The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants - These Days; Chantal Kreviazuk. [LISTEN]

10s Smartphone: 01. Pitch Perfect - Cups (When I’m Gone) Anna Kendrick | 02. Easy A - Change Of Seasons Sweet Thing | 03. The Fault In Our Stars - Boom Clap; Charli XCX | 04. Veronica Mars - Stick Up; Max | 05. Twilight - Black Hole; Muse | 06. Divergent - Beating Heart; Ellie Goulding | 07. Vampire Academy - Bela Lugosi’s; Dead Chvrches | 08. G.B.F. - Body Work; Morgan Page feat. Tegan & Sara | 09. The First Time - Wait For Me; Motopony | 10. Veronica Mars - Prosthetic Love; Typhoon | 11. Catching Fire - Silhouettes; Of Monsters And Men | 12. The Spectacular Now - Song For Zula; Phosphorescent | 13. Breaking Dawn - Turning Page; Sleeping At Last | 14. The Fault In Our Stars - All Of The Stars; Ed Sheeran | 15. The Hunger Games - Safe & Sound; Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars | 16. Beautiful Creatures - Never Too Late; Thenewno2 | 17. The To Do List - Fade Into You; Mazzy Star | 18. City of Bones - When The Darkness Comes; Colbie Caillat | 19. Vampire Academy - Spiritual; Katy Perry | 20. Divergent - I Need You; M83 | 21. The Bling Ring - All Of The Lights; Kanye West feat. Rihanna, Kid Cudi | 22. Pitch Perfect - Price Tag / Don’t You Forget About Me / Give Me Everything; The Barden Bellas | 23. Dirty Girl - Your Love; The Outfield | 24. The Perks Of Being A Wallflower - Heroes; David Bowie | 25. Easy A - Knock On Wood; Emma Stone | 26. It’s Kind Of A Funny Story - Where Is My Mind; Maxence Cyrin. [LISTEN]

Future

The song of the ocean breeze fills the air around you and Shawn as you lazily swing back and forth in that old hammock on the front porch of the house you’re renting, the one with ropes that looked about ready to snap. Shawn spent the day yesterday repairing it while you watched him, iced tea in hand, sunglasses perched on your nose and encouragements falling from your lips. (“Babe, your back looks so good like that”; “Stop wiggling your ass at me dipshit”; “Can you take your pants off too?”)

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Rumors [Part 1]

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,075

A/N 1: This is a story from a one shot I wrote a long time ago. You can check it out here, if you want to.

Originally posted by t-yong

You sipped your drink and it made you frown. The drink was quite bitter but you still preferred it this way, rather than sweet. You were sitting at the bar again, relaxing music was playing in the background. You liked spending your weekend or day off evenings here. After all you didn’t really have any friends as most of the people who know you are scared of you. You are aware that some rumors are spreading around about you but you don’t care. You know that they probably started because people were jealous. You are smart, rich enough to not work and didn’t have any family that they know of and therefore lived alone. You didn’t like talking and sharing information about yourself  to others, so they started speculating where you got all that money from. It’s none of their business, so you just ignored the rumors and distanced yourself from everyone, it’s better this way, other people are just a burden, you preferred being alone.

“What is a lovely girl like you doing here alone?”

You turned around to see who was trying to flirt with you this time. Things like that always happened. While most of the time you refused their offers to buy you a drink, sometimes, depending on your mood you enjoyed trying out your persuasive skills on them. And today was one of these days. The man behind you was handsome to say the least, he had short brown hair and was wearing a grey sweater with black ripped jeans and brown combat boots but when your eyes met his dark brown ones you immediately sensed that he is not an ordinary guy and if your hunch was right that meant trouble for you again. But you were interested and decided to just roll with it.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.” you said as you turned around on your chair to face the bar again.

“That’s a pretty cheesy line to start a conversation.”

He was not expecting you to say that and you could swear you saw him blush a little.

“I know right!” he exclaimed. “I was thinking all evening what to say when I approach you but all the clever words just escaped my mind when I finally did.”

“How cute.” you replied, trying not to sound sassy. But to your surprise he just laughed.

“So can I buy you a drink?”

“Go ahead.”

After ordering the drinks he leaned on the counter and turned to face you.

“So. I’m asking this one more time, what are you doing here alone?”

This time however you noticed how for a second his look became really serious. He had this presence around him that you just couldn’t fight his look and answered him.

“Just drinking.” maybe he was satisfied with your answer or maybe it was just your imagination but somehow the atmosphere became less tense and after a few more drinks you actually relaxed and started talking about all kind of different things. You were actually having a good time but you still didn’t trust him completely so you kept your guard up. After you started getting a little bit tipsy you decided it was enough and that it’s time to go home.

“Should I call you a taxi?” he asked.

“No thanks. After a night out I prefer walking.”

“Can I take you home then?”

You stopped to think things over. You didn’t want him to know where you lived even though he seemed like a good guy and you actually enjoyed his company. You checked your thigh, your small dagger was still there and you decided to give it a shot and just ditch him if anything came up.

“I guess you can.”

He helped you put your coat on and you both exited the bar heading in the direction your home was. You knew this part of the city like the back of your hand so your turned corners and alleys to reach your destination faster. You could you see on his face that he was surprised how good you are at maneuvering around the city and you just laughed to that. Now that you think about it you never once asked if he was local. When you turned another corner expecting to finally reach the park you came to a halt. Two black classy suits wearing male figures were leaning at the gate. You did not expect to meet anybody at this hour so decided to just ignore and quickly go past them but as you started walking the two figures pushed themselves off the gate and headed in your direction.

“Taeyong-ah! We know it’s you!” the taller one of the men shouted.

As you were turning around to look at him you felt how Taeyong grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked trying to pry off his arm. You looked up and saw how serious his face has become.

“What are you doing in our territory?” the other man asked.

“Since when is this your territory?” Taeyong replied.

“Since when we took it back.”

“What are you all blabbing about. This is a city. This is no one’s territory.” you stepped in finally free from Taeyong’s grasp.

“Oh you have a brave one there.”

“Shut up, Chanyeol.”

You glanced between Taeyong and the other two. So they know each other and your hunch was right, you could practically smell trouble.

“Well you can deal with your shit on your own, I want no part in this” you stated and approached the men, evading Taeyong as he tried to grab you again. As you stepped under one of the street lights you saw how the one called Chanyeol froze in his tracks.

“It’s you.” he said.

You didn’t even have time to react as they quickly came up to you and the other man seized your shoulder and almost dragged you in the direction you came from. He stopped midway and grabbed your thigh.

“I will take this.” he said, pulling out your dagger from under your dress. “Knew you would have one.”

“How did you-” you wanted to ask but were interrupted.

“Where did you find her, Taeyong?”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

You were now in the middle of the three men and didn’t know what to do. You checked around to see any escape routes but his grip on you was strong and no way would you be able to get away from them as you already witnessed how fast they are.

“Oh I think she does, you are not the type to trespass if nothing is going on.”

You saw Taeyong pull a knife out of his jacket pocket and were surprised you didn’t see it before.

“Ready to fight? So something really must be going on. Hold her.” the man passed you over to the one called Chanyeol.

“Are you really in a good shape to fight? Let me do it, Baekhyun, it will be just like in the good old days.” Chanyeol said as a big smirk spread on his face.

“No, I’m good. I hadn’t fought him in a long time as well.” Baekhyun replied taking his jacket off and getting into a fighting stance.

At this point you had no idea what’s going on.  

“This is going to be good, just watch.” a shiver went down your spine as Chanyeol whispered in your ear.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind you. You glanced back and saw a mint haired man standing at the entrance of the park.

“Oh shit, it’s Yoongi.” Chanyeol said and you felt how his grip loosened and you tried to use this opportunity to escape but he quickly grabbed you again.

“Not so fast darling. Baekhyun, what do we do?” he turned to Baekhyun who know had Taeyong pressed on the ground. When did that happen? You saw Taeyong looking at you with worried eyes.

“We talk.” Baekhyun replied.

“What’s going on over here?” the one called Yoongi asked, getting closer.

“Just some friendly chit chat.”

“Doesn’t look like that to me.”

“It’s not can’t-“ you started talking but were soon shushed by Chanyeol who covered your mouth with his hand.

“I think you are in the wrong part of the city, am I right?” Yoongi asked.

“Are we now?” Baekhyun replied. “I thought we agreed this is a neutral territory now.”

“I never agreed to that. Besides that meeting was 2 weeks ago, times change.”

“Well we wouldn’t like to start any trouble now, would we?” Chanyeol asked.

“I think you already have.” Yoongi said and looked at you. “Why do you have her?”

Great. It seems that everybody knows you but you still have no idea who these people are.

“She’s our responsibility.” Chanyeol told him.

“Is she now?” Yoongi asked. “Then you didn’t take care of her enough if the whole city’s gangs are looking for her.”

They what now. You wanted to ask what the fuck is going on but remembered that Chanyeol’s hand was still on your mouth.

“I think you should go.”

“Maybe we will.” Baekhyun replied picking Taeyong up, your eyes meeting his as Baekhyun shoved him in the direction of sleek black car. Chanyeol grabbed you by the arm and started walking towards the car as well.

“What do you think you’re doing? I have no intentions of coming with you.” you quickly stated.

“You heard the lady.” Yoongi said.

You saw how Chanyeol and Baekhyun glanced at each other, seemingly communicating only with their eyes. Baekhyun nooded and Chanyeol let you go.

“Suit yourself.” he said. You didn’t expect it to go this smoothly so as he pushed you away from him you tripped on your own leg and fell down on the ground. You just sat there on the pavement wondering what happened as Chanyeol got behind the car’s wheel and sped way.

“You good?” Yoongi asked, giving you his hand.

“Yes.” you replied harshly standing up, ignoring his help.

“Okay then.”

You two continued to stare at each other for a while, now you could see that he was dressed pretty casually, he had a leather jacket, plain shirt and suspenders on and you could swear that you know him from somewhere but instead asked the question that’s been bugging you since the encounter.

“Where do you know me from?”

“I don’t.”

“It didn’t sound to me like you were bluffing.”

“Maybe I’m really good at it or maybe you should mind your own business.”

“If it concerns me then it is my business.”

Yoongi sighed and fell silent. You didn’t feel like talking to him either. It was finally time to go home. You turned around and headed towards the park. You stopped at the gate to look back at the man, you now realise, had actually saved you.

“Thank you.” you say unwillingly. You hadn’t said these words sincerely in a long time.

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Yoongi shouted.

“I said thank you, you idiot.”

Another silence. You stood there waiting.

“Just gonna leave me hanging like that? I said I was thankful.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” you saw a small smile appear on his lips. “No problem.”

Now was your time to sigh. That’s why you don’t like talking to people you thought but actually found this whole evening very intriguing, what happened to Taeyong? Who are those people? So many questions but you were so tired you just wanted to take a warm bath and go to bed. Oh and that smartass took your dagger, it was one of your favourite as well. You will have to find answers tomorrow, so you finally enter the park and head in the direction of your house.

▲▼▲▼▲

Yoongi watched you disappear behind the trees.

“No problem. Yet.” he thought.

He took out his phone and quickly scrolled through his phone book to find a number. After a few beeps a man on the opposite side of the line picked up.

“She’s heading your way. I ran into some trouble so I wasn’t able to stall her longer. Be quick with whatever you guys are doing and get out.” Yoongi commanded and hung up. He looked up. The night sky was beautiful. Staring at it for too long made him sleepy, what a shame he had to take care of a few more things.


~ Part 2 ~

A/N 2: I had this in my drafts for ages now, I don’t even remember what I wanted to write in part 2 😂 Anyhow, I also write scenarios, reactions and stuff like that, so feel free to request 😃

Has Anyone Seen My Harley?!

Request:Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.
Word count: 1,406


Harley POV:
“You said I was gonna be…” Jerome’s voice dies down and his heart slows down completely. “No! No. Come on Mr. J. Pull through. Come on Jerome. Come on! Stay with me you crazy thing!” I cry into his body.

I turn to see Galavan acting innocent and scared. “You son of a bitch!” I grab a knife and charge to him screaming. I’m unable to get to him when Babs grabs me and makes me follow her into the secret exit.

I cry as I run and as we come to a stop Babs holds me. “I know honey. I know it’s okay. Look. We can go shopping and get our nails done when we’re not wanted anymore! That’d be fun!” He says trying to cheer me up. It didn’t work.

Nothing worked.

A year later and I’m still moping around. Sure I’ve gotten back on my feet and gotten myself out there with the business, but it’s not the same. Not the same without J.

I look at myself in my mirror. I examine my red/black hair sectioned into two ponytails. My black and red corset hugging my body snuggle. my black and red shorts making my ass look incredibly sexy. The red and black knee socks on each leg topped off with one red converse and a black one. “Oh you’d love this look J. You always said red was my color.” I can almost hear his laughter.

I skipp up the street and giggle when everyone crosses the other way. I see a banner hanging in an alleyway. It has the eyes and HAHAHA! For the mouth. I’ve heard about this! It’s a tribute to Jerome!

Should I go? Yes! They would love to see me! Oh what am I thinking? No! It would hurt to much! Ugh so many choices!

Deciding against my fears and sadness I follow the sign and a few weird dressed people. I pull back the sheet and see a bunch of people chanting his name. Oh my Jerome has a true fan base! Oh he’d be such a proud daddy!

I look up to the front and see a man stepping down wearing a mask. Oh come on! This is Gotham! What kind of person wears a mask!

I look closer and see the details of the mask. The pale sink. The cute little curve of the lips… the red eyebrows… he’s not wearing a mask. HE’S WEARING JEROME’S FACE!

“Hey! What are you doing with Mr. J’s face?! That doesn’t belong to you!” I scream and make my way to the front. Gasps and laughs are faintly heard as I make my way to the man.

“You-you’re Harley Quinn. He- his beloved lover.” I smile and giggle. “Ah yes. But besides that! WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS FACE?!”

“Well I-” “GCPD! Nobody move!” Jim Gordon yells as he enters, and of course what does everyone do? Run.

I flip off the stage and walk to the gentleman. “Harley. What a pleasure.” Jim says sarcastically. “Always. Hello Harv.” “Evening darling. Care to tell us what this was?” I shrug my shoulders. “I’m clueless as you… HEY! How bout I help you out? I’m really good at finding clues! Oh come on please please please? I’m bored.” I say hugging to Jim.

He huffs and peels me off. “Fine. No funny business or we’re bringing you in.” Harvey says. “Oh yippie! Yay yay yay!” I giggle and tumble across the room. “Come along chaps!”

We look through the entire building until we come to the basement. “Ah… Harvey?” “Yeah partner?” I ignore them and keep playing with a rubix cube I found in this dump. “Why would he cut off his face?”

At this I drop my toy and run over to them seeing a body. A cold and handsome dead body. “Aw Jerome look at you. Faceless and still sexy. Can’t you just pull anything off?” I giggle and sit next to his body on the table.

“Harley do you know anything? You seem… normal.” At this Harvey laughs. “Doing fine. Just came to terms that he’s gone. I can always carry out his legacy. Obviously not as well, but I could!” “Right. Well how about you go home and wash your face, and we take this guy to the GCPD.” “Whoa! You mean I can’t come with you?” They look at me and shake their heads. “Aw man!” I huff and kick the dirt. “Guess I’ll just go shoplifting then. Been needing some new rags anyway. See ya fellas!” I wave and cartwheel out.

Lee Pov:
I walk back into the room and see a cop on the ground and blood dripping from his head. “What the-” suddenly I’m grabbed from behind with a hand over my mouth and a gun to my head. “Boo!”

Harley POV:
I toss another piece of popcorn into my mouth and chew flipping through the channels. I flip past the news channel and see that man from before. The one with J’s face!

Lee POV:
Jerome claps his hands after I tell him of his death and what has happened. “Well that is quite a story. Now tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great?” I scoff. “They’re a bunch of crazy lunatics.” “Ah my kind of people! I know you. Don’t I?” “Yep.” He steps slightly closer. “Did you and I ever…” he says with the gun at his crotch and thrust. “Ugh god no!” “Why? Gingers not your type?” “Why don’t you talk to Harley? I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate you asking that.”

He steps back a confused look painting his face. “Harley?” “Yes. Your girlfriend I assume. It’s never actually been said. You kind of always went along.” “Girlfriend… show me show me!” I point to a picture on the paper. “Got to say she a real trip. Always bouncing around.” “Ah. Harley Quinn. My Harley. Got to say red is her color.” He stuffs the paper in his pocket of the stolen cop uniform. “Now. One more thing. Where is my face?”

Harley POV:
I balance on my beam while watching tv when suddenly the channel changes. I don’t pay attention and keep focusing on my handstand from 4 feet off the ground.

“Am I live? Am I on air? Can you hear me? Ah, screw it. Let’s do it. Hi.” I fall off the beam to the floor and scrambled to the tv. Jerome! Oh baby! He’s got his face back! Oh I love it!

“Some of you may know, I died.Uh-oh. But take it from me, death is dull but coming back that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you. Uh, Officer, you look terrible.” Jerome walks over to the man who took his face. “Hey, you got oh.” He pulls out a stick of dynamite from his ear making me laugh.

“Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight, Gotham do what you want.
Kill who you want. Hmm? And when morning comes you, too, shall be reborn. Oh and has anyone seen my Harley? Cause baby I’m coming for you.” I throw my arms up and spin around the room. I then sit patiently for him to walk in the door.

Jerome POV:
“Oh and has anyone seen my Harley. Cause baby I’m coming for you.” I laughs and skip out leaving Dwight to die. I skip to her apartment and compose myself. I look down and pick a flower. I twist the knob. “Honey. I’m home.” I say laughing. I feel two arms wrap around my neck and I hear her cute giggle in my ear. “Ah there’s daddy’s girl.”

She brings up a torch and flips it on. “Oh J your face! Did it hurt?” I lift her chin and smirk at her. “Not in the slightest. Whatcha think? How does it look?” She bites her lip and circles me taking in my appearance. “I think it looks a okay.” She pulls my tie to meet her lips. She plays with the ends of my hair and I grip her hips. “What do you say we go on a spree? Like the old days?” She places the police hat on her head and spins to the door. “Right this way Mr. J.” Oh it’s good to be back.

Originally posted by daddyvaleska18

Originally posted by msharleenquinnzel

A House That’s Not Quite Home - Pete Dunne

Originally posted by niazha16

Requested by @nerdandwwegeek

Prompt: I was thinking a story where a new girl (the reader) comes to NXT and her and Pete become friends and they move in together cuz she needs a place to stay and he has a extra room. They over time realize they have feelings for each other and admit to each other how they feel and date.

Just a warning before you guys read this, It’s going to get rather dark and angsty before the fluff storm arrives. Also, I have written Tommaso Ciampa as a douchebag because he hurt Johnny and he is dead to me 😁 I did try my best on this one, mainly wanting to stick to the request but also to go a bit dark because I haven’t really ventured down that path before.


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One week. That’s all I was given to find a place to live in Orlando before I had to have all of my things out of my old dump of an apartment. This job was both a blessing and a curse, what with me having to relocate to an area that is relatively close to both Full Sail and the WWE Performance Centre. But I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by, I had been working my ass off for too long to get to the WWE and now that I was finally there, I wasn’t about to have it taken away from me because I couldn’t find a place to live.

Luckily for my awkward ass, I had a knight in a shining mouth guard.

I rocked up to the Performance Centre on the Monday, clad in a ‘Defend Indy Wrestling’ shirt, a smile on my face and sheer terror in my mind. Bloom had called everyone around one of the rings and introduced me, instantly getting rid of part of my fear from possibly having to talk to all of them by myself. Once normal training resumed, a group of NXT guys started to make me feel visibly uncomfortable by wolf whistling and cat calling. That’s when he decided to get involved.

‘Oi! Knock it off, Ciampa. D'ya want me to come over there and knock your lights out?’

‘You can’t touch me, Dunne. Regal will have your head on a stick if you do anything, wouldn’t want all your hard work to go to waste.’ Pete and Tommaso were around the same height, maybe two or so inches between them, and Pete only barely weighed more, making the two equally as intimidating as one another. ‘Whatsa matter, Petey? Got a problem with me talking to your little girlfriend? Ain’t that a shame She’s a hottie, just letting her know that.’

‘What you’re doing is making her bloody uncomfortable. So back the fuck off.’

As if on cue, a yell of ‘DUNNE’ echoed across the room, most heads swiveling around to see what the fuss was about. The older man stomped over to where the Bruiserweight stood face to face with Ciampa. Despite his truthful shouts of ‘I didn’t fuckin’ touch him’, Pete was unable to stop the aggression that was being directed towards him. It was my turn to step in.

‘Mr Regal?’

'What?’

'It wasn’t Pete’s fault. He was just defending me, he didn’t touch Tommaso.’ Regal left, giving all three of us a fair warning that, should something like it happen again to interrupt a training session, he wouldn’t be so reasonable. Ciampa grumbled something under his breath and I stuck my hand out to Pete. Hesitantly, he shook it.

'Why did ya take the blame?’

'Because you were going to get punished for something you didn’t do. I wouldn’t be making a good first impression if I let you get screwed over because of me.’

‘Hmm, fair enough. Thank you.’ Some of the people around us turned, faces in pure shock. Even I was slightly shocked because, from what I knew, Pete didn’t thank anyone.


For some reason, the day after our meeting, Pete offered me the spare bedroom in his house. Thank God for that man. On the Wednesday, I drove back to my old place and packed up my things, I was back at Pete’s late that night and we spent the whole of Thursday moving my stuff in.

Over the next few months, we got to know each other very well. On days off, we’d go to Sky Zone and show off to one another. The funniest part about it is always being surrounded by teenagers and little kids who are very confused as to why the scary looking man is throwing the girl about. The staff weren’t even surprised anymore, knowing that we are two grown ass adults who are reduced to competitive twelve year olds whenever we’re around.

Pete was there after every failed match and I was there to stop him from murdering Regal. We were a team and a good one at that. But after a few months of living together, he started to act differently. It started when we’d be out in public and male fans would come up and ask for pictures. At first, he’d stand just to the side of me, putting an arm around my shoulders the instant the photo had been taken. It progressed to him growling when the fan would touch me in any way, whether it was a high five or a hug.

As I said, it was only in public at first. The moment he started acting up backstage at NXT, I started to get scared. I wasn’t even able to have conversations with any of the guys because he’d come and drag me away or he’d yell at my friends. Even at home, I had very little privacy.  So, when the European tour started and he went away, I spent the whole two weeks out of the house. Because it didn’t feel like home, not anymore. I knew I would have to go back in the end or Pete would go insane, possibly going on a backstage destruction spree at NXT. The whole thing made me sad as I didn’t want to be ‘afraid’ of Pete. If I was completely honest with myself, I loved him. What I felt towards him was stronger than anything I had ever felt before; pure, strong, terrifying love. And I was, I was so, so terrified of it.

Admittedly, I didn’t help matters by ignoring his texts and calls but I needed the freedom. Then the tour finished.

I had been in the gym with Liv when my phone buzzed.

Where are you?

Why haven’t you been answering me FOR TWO WEEKS?

‘Y/N? Are you okay, honey?’

‘I have to go.’


The click of the front door shutting alerted him that I was back, my blood running cold at the sound of his quiet voice. 

‘Did you not get my texts, darlin’? Were my calls not comin’ through?’

Instead of running up to my room like a child, I went into the living room and sat on the couch opposite to him. He had his head down, his hair dishevelled more than usual and his leg was bouncing up and down like mad.

‘Hello, Pete. Yes, your texts and calls came through but I chose to ignore them.’

‘And why is that?’ His voice was way too calm for my liking, my heart pounding inside my chest.

‘Pe–’

‘BLOODY TELL ME WHY!’ He roared, knocking the coffee table over as he stood up. I yelped, leaping up from my spot and backing away. I had never seen someone go from rage and fury to such sadness that quickly before, perhaps I never will again, ‘Oh. No, I’m…Please…don’t be scared of me. Please, you’re all I’ve got.’ He took several slow steps towards me and I let him take one of my hands in his.

‘I think we have some stuff to talk about,’ We returned to the one couch, my hand still in his, ‘What happened? We were close but you got really possessive, it’s been scaring me. I miss you, us, our friendship. I wouldn’t have stayed here if I didn’t care about you. Hell, you gave me a place to stay and I will always, always be grateful to you for that. I just need to know what happ-’

‘I love you. I’ve never been in love before and I didn’t know what to do. God, I’m awful. Everything I care about, it always gets taken from me and I didn’t…I couldn’t….’

‘I love you too.’

‘You do?’

‘Yes, you gave me a home and you gave me love and support when I needed it. That’s what scares me the most, loving you is the best thing I can think of but I don’t know how to. But neither do you and if we want to do this, we need to take it slow, learn to love and most of all, we need to let each other be people. Is that something you’re willing to try?’


‘Here is your winner AND THE NEW WWE UNITED KINGDOM CHAMPION, PETE DUNNE!’

Pride was rolling off of me in waves. All of his hard work had resulted in this. Tears streamed down my face, I didn’t even notice him walking over to me until I had been lifted up and was being spun around.

‘Why, hello champ. You did so well!’ He set me back down onto my feet, placing his newly won title on a table and cupping my cheeks.

‘I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, my darling angel. Thank you, for teaching me how to love you.’

‘And thank you for letting me learn to love you.’

And with a gentle kiss, I realised that, despite the flaws we both had, we were stronger as one, balancing each other out and facing the world.

I know a lot of you guys are sad you didn’t get to take part in tour de Columbus, I know I’m sorry I feel your pain, but I’m just so glad they decided to do that. They don’t ever have to play small shows again in their life but they did and I’m happy for the people that got to attend it and honestly it makes me happy just seeing pictures from it, who thought looking at their super old shows from the early days they’d ever go back when they’ve made it this big. Good for them, im so proud of them. They deserve it all, and they deserve the amazing fans they have.

So please don’t hate, be proud of the people josh and tyler are |-/

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Camera Man: You wanna start by introducing yourself?

Girl: My name’s Imani Paredes. I’m 16 and I’m an orphan.

Camera Man: An orphan?

Imani: Yup. My parents abandoned me at the Willow Creek Police Station when I was 2 days old. I grew up in St. Simcelia’s Home for Girls.

Camera Man: What was that like?

Imani: Hard. Sad. Fun when I had good foster parents. But that wasn’t often so most of the time it was just sad.

Camera Man: So you had multiple foster parents? Why weren’t you ever adopted?

Imani: Actually I was when I was a baby. By a lady named Maria Paredes in Newcrest. I don’t remember much about her. She died when I was four and she didn’t have any family to take me in so I went back to St. Simcelia’s.

Camera Man: That must have been hard. Losing your mom and going back into foster care.

Imani: *shrugs* Probably. I tend to black out bad chunks of my life. Unhealthy but effective. After that I guess I never got adopted again because I had too much attitude. At least that’s what the nuns would tell me. Doesn’t matter anyways. To most people I was just a check. Except the Johnsons.

Camera Man: So the Johnsons were one of the good families? Why didn’t they adopt you?

Imani: They probably would have but Papa J lost his janitor job at the science lab and Mama D couldn’t support everyone on her maid salary so they had to cut some corners. *shrugs* I was one of those corners.

Camera Man: So how did you end up out of St. Simcelia’s and in San Myshuno?

Imani: I guess the nuns figured I was more trouble than I was worth. After I got expelled from my fifth or sixth school, my case worker told me I had two options, go to juvie or become emancipated. I chose the latter. I’ve always wanted to live in the city so San Myshuno was the natural choice. Plus the rent is cheap and nobody asks questions about renting to a 16-year-old. 

Camera Man: Has being on your own been hard?

Imani: The way I see it, I’ve always been on my own. Always had to fend for myself. The only difference now is that I don’t have to worry about stealing or hiding food to make sure I have enough to eat.

Camera Man: *mumbles to someone off camera* My producer is telling me that you have to go to work so we need to wrap things up. Can we talk tomorrow?

Imani: Of course.

The Good Parent - Part One

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1777

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Originally posted by soluscheese

Warnings: none

A/N: I recently asked which series you wanted to see back and you decided for this one. While reading through the old parts, I just found it extremely cringy and therefore decided to rewrite this series completely. You will still be able to find the old parts and I will keep them linked for as long as it takes for me to replace all the existing parts. So if this seems familiar to you, it’s because I’m rewriting this series.

Masterpost


Today was the first day of work for you after you had to step back for some time due to some family reason. But now you were back and you couldn’t wait to work with the children again.

Your first day already started good, considering you had the closing shift and could for one sleep in and be energized enough to be with the kids since you only had to show up at three in the afternoon.

While preparing for the day, you wondered whether the kids would still remember you or not, but then again you haven’t been gone for years and you’ve been with all of them since the day they were brought to you.

It was only then that you noticed you had been going too relaxed about everything as you glanced at the clock and noticed you were running late. Quickly you grabbed your bag and walked over to the little coffee shop, grabbing a cheap coffee-to-go before heading over to your car, nearly spilling the hot contents in the cup while getting into the car.

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To the End of the Line, To the . .

Request: Can I get a Steve Rogers story where he’s dating the reader and they’re both part of the team and they have this massive battle that’s super intense and then the reader ends up getting hurt very very badly and dies in steves arms at the end of it? Like he’s super happy they won but then he turns around and sees her. I just love super emotional things that rip my heart out and I loooved your last Steve one it was amazing:)) 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Death ment. Extreme angst. Blood ment. implied sexual themes. Basically I wanna die and you will too if you read this so

Originally posted by izazov

The battle was falling out all around him and, to be honest, Steve was ecstatic. 

Not about the battle of course, but about his team. After the whole thing with Buck, Steve as finding it hard to imagine the team back together again. But, somehow, someway, it had all worked out. Of course Tony wasn’t 100% back, understandably. But he was here, fighting … not alongside Bucky, but on the same team. And he had a sneaking suspicion you had something to do with it. 

You had absolutely refused to take part in their argument. You hadn’t taken a side once. Even though you were Steve’s girl, even though you were Tony’s best friend and Wanda’s newfound sister and Natasha’s old partner. You told Tony and Steve that you loved them and that they were both being ignorant, and then you set about doing your usual job: damage control. Trying (with a great deal of frustration and hardly any success) to mediate between Steve’s stubbornness and Tony’s mouth. 

Nevertheless, the whole thing went down pretty bad. After some of the things Tony learned…of course Steve couldn’t blame him for being upset. But he had two people in this world he would protect more than anyone, and that was you, and Buck. To the ends of the earth, to the end of the line. So, since you couldn’t depend on anyone else to do the mending, you decided you’d better do it yourself. 

You’d gone to Tony. He wasn’t hard to find, but then he was never able to hide from you. And you were a welcome face, despite the words you’d had during his and Steve’s quarrel. He didn’t look well at all, and you suggested he come back. It took some convincing, but he had no one out there. He’d sent Pepper away, cut everyone on the team off…so, he came back. And he and Steve weren’t exactly on speaking terms, per say, but they were both trying. And they could see that they were both trying.

Steve was also ecstatic because their fight was no longer weighing on you, and he could see it. You were as exuberant as you’d been before everything had gone down, cracking jokes and shouting and kicking ass. Alongside Bucky, alongside Tony, alongside him. And when the last enemy was struck down Steve knew the first thing he wanted to do was find you. 

“Y/N? What’re you doing, taking a nap?” Stark’s voice crackled over the earpiece in Steve’s ear. “Hey, c’mon, you dragged me all the way back out here for this fight, and I don’t even get a snarky comment? What happened to getting back to the good old days?” 

You were bleeding, you could smell it. Hot and metallic and sticky on your skin. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from but you were covered in it. Your vision was starting to blur, your toes starting to numb. You tried to lift your arm to tap your earpiece, get some kind of help, but it was still pinned under the slab of concrete that had rolled over the rest of you, and it was already numb. 

Steve tapped his earpiece. “Y/N? Come in.” 

“Rogers, where is she?” Stark asked. Steve’s mouth pulled into a deep frown, and he began walking faster. 

It dawned on you that your arm may not be there anymore at all, and you started to struggle. You tried to panic and scream but your lungs were crushed. You tried to move but, even if you had the strength, you’d grown so cold in the last few minutes, or seconds, or hours, however long you’d been laying here. The cold became all you could think about.  

I’m cold, I’m cold, I’m cold …  

“I found her.” Bucky’s voice weighed in, sounding grim. Wanda looked up. Steve stopped walking. Tony found the ground and looked frantically for your face. 

No, no, no, no … Steve thought. Not today, not after everything

I’m cold, I’m cold, Steve, I’m cold … 

Steve’s hand shook as he raised it to his ear. “Bucky. Report?” 

“Steve … you’d better come quick.” Bucky leaned down, pushed your hair away from your face. It was matted there with blood. More red. Red and cold, that was all you knew. 

“I’m c-cold, I’m … I’m … Steve I’m …” You stuttered over your words like a broken toy. 

“Steve’s coming. I need you to stay calm, okay?” Bucky’s voice was low and soothing despite what he knew was inevitable.  

“You have to protect him.” You whispered, and the words came out rushed and uneven. “From himself and everyone else. Promise me.”  

Bucky offered a sad smile. “I made that promise years ago, remember? To the end of the line.” 

This pulled a smile out of you as well, and it brought you back to a memory, distant and dreamy, from before the Winter Soldier and the Civil War, when Bucky was still a long lost friend … 

“To the end of the line? That’s what you two used to say to each other?” You asked Steve. The two of you were sharing a bed and a bottle of wine. You flopped down on the bed, taking care not to spill your glass and sighed. “That’s so romantic.” Steve laughed and shook his head, and you looked up at him. “I’m serious! That’s like … Shakespearean. I’ll be honest, I’m a little jealous.”  

“What, of Buck?” Steve asked. 

“Of how much you clearly loved him.” You said softly, the wine pulling a smile onto your lips which was rare and radiant, and one of Steve’s favorites. “That kind of promise … not even death can break it.” You said, eyes wide with wonder and lust and love as you looked up at him. “I wanna be with you to the end of the line.”  

Steve’s brow furrowed in sudden feeling as he pulled you into a kiss and then pressed his forehead to yours. “What about, to the ends of the earth?”  

You thought about it for a moment and then smiled, taking his glass of wine and sitting it on the bedside table before rolling him onto his back and crawling on top of him, kissing him again.

“That’s it then?” You asked. “No grand gestures of love, no big fancy white dress, just … a promise. Forever.” 

Steve’s hands touched your face and softly pulled you to him, as if you were not close enough to him already, “Forever.” 

The memory allowed you some form of peace even as the whole the team seemed to swarm down on top of you at once. 

“No, no! What the hell happened?” Tony yelled, landing with a metallic clank that vibrated the ground underneath you, his mask pulling back to reveal his face. 

“Wanda, the concrete.” Steve’s voice was business as usual. 

“Steve.” You blurted out. 

“I’ll call for help.” Wanda said in a shaky voice, but Natasha put a hand on her arm, stopping her. You felt yourself crying. 

“Come … c-come …” You moved your fingers, but you weren’t sure if they were still working or not. You felt so cold. Come closer. You needed them closer. You were so cold.

“Hey, hey …” Steve kneeled beside you and smiled. “It’s okay, I’m right here.”  

“T-tony.”  

“Hey, kid.” Tony said. You think he might be holding your hand. His voice shook, but he smiled. “Figures that you’d be having a worse day than me right now, huh?” 

You laughed and it didn’t hurt. “I wanted to . . to …” But your words weren’t working anymore, and you shook your head and looked helplessly up at Steve, who closed his eyes. His face buckled for a moment before he managed to open them again to look at Tony, then at the team, then at you. 

“It’s okay.” Steve said, “It’s okay, we know. You can rest.”  

You nodded, and smiled at him, and you hoped that he saw what he wanted you to see because you couldn’t quite feel anything anymore, and you were getting awfully tired.  

Cold. Red. Tony. I love you. Wanda.

Wanda gripped your hand tight and red smoke began to swirl all around her as she wept. A brother and then a sister. Both lost.  

Cold. Steve. I love you. Red.  

Tony’s hands had been shaking near constantly in the months he was alone. You stopped them when you came to him and took his hands in your own and led him back to his team. Now, they trembled again. 

To the end of the line. To the … 

“To the ends of the earth.” Steve promised. His lips trembled and yours were cold but he kissed them anyway, and hoped to God that what you’d said all those years ago, about death not breaking promises, was true. 

Forget Me Not (707 x MC) : Part I

I’m sorry for the inactivity lately, we’ve all been awfully busy (well, okay, I was out visiting family and got sick after I went back). That, and, well, I’m having writer’s block whenever I go through the prompts in the inbox lately.


I am writing this fic to (hopefully) get out of my slump.

~Nao

Part I : Forget me not

Language of flowers :

True Love; “Don’t forget me“


“Who are you?“

There is no hint of recognition anywhere as she touches my face, and I lean into her touch. We were having a heart to heart talk just last night, and yet….

I looked at her with all the love I could muster despite the pain lancing through my chest, took her hand, and brought it to my lips.

“Me? I’m just somebody who loves you very much, MC.“


I closed my eyes and tried to keep the tears at bay. It hurt to see her get worse day by day, forgetting names and places, being unable to do the normal everyday stuff, and fearing that she might just not breath one day.

The smell of coffee permeates my nose and I hear somebody move a chair to my right. I ignored the intruder, until they touch my shoulder and I open my eyes to see a mirror-image of me, but with green eyes — it was my brother, Saeran.

“You okay?“ he asks, worry etched on his face. His features had grown somewhat kinder compared to when I first saw him again after almost a decade.

“Considering how I just woke up to my wife asking who I was despite telling me yesterday that she wouldn’t forget me? Yeah, I think so,“ I respond, absently running my hands through my face and hair.

Saeran offers me a cup of coffee, and I  take a sip of the hot, bitter liquid. I relish in the warmth for a bit before setting the cup down. “I appreciate the effort you put into making me some coffee, but you do know I’d like it better if you gave me a Dr. Pepper, right?“

He huffs and chucks a dish rag in my direction. I catch it before it hits me, but I didn’t expect him to throw another one, and it hits me right in the face. “That shit is going to kill you before —-“

We both hear a loud clatter from the room followed by a cry, so we both rush into the room to find the bedside lamp smashed on the floor and MC huddled in a corner, crying.

I approach her carefully, sitting on the floor beside her, but not quite touching.

“MC, what’s wrong?“

“R-rat! It tried to bite me, so I shoved it away, and… oh my god, it was a rat, I….DON’T TOUCH IT!!!“ she suddenly shrieks and starts making her way to Saeran, who was cleaning the mess, only for me to hold her in place and make eye contact.

“MC, it will be fine, okay? You did a good job in killing the rat, and Saeran is just cleaning up, okay? It’s not going to hurt him,“ her eyes were scared and she was trembling, but she held onto me nonetheless.

I continued talking to her as I led her away from the scene, and into the connecting bathroom.

“Kill? It’s… it’s dead?“

“Yes dear, it is. It won’t hurt anybody anymore, okay?“

“Really?“


“Really. So let’s leave Saeran to it and I’ll help you get ready, okay?“

“Clothes? What about chicken noodle soup?“

“We’ll have breakfast after you get ready, so let’s brush your teeth first, alright?“


The rest of the morning was uneventful after that episode, but I stayed by her side the whole day. I was afraid that she forgot our kids’ names as well, but it seemed like I was the only one she didn’t recognize, even though she aimed smiles my way whenever she saw me.

Now, I know people are wondering what happened to MC. We settled in and had kids years after the events at Mint Eye and helping my younger brother to readjust to the outside world. Rika is still in only-God-knows-where, but the RFA and I get regular updates from her facility.

I was genuinely happy and content for the first time in a long while, and I thought that I was going to live my days with MC until we both grew old and grumpy, but alas, as with all the good things that happen around me, this too, had to end at some point.

It started with the little things — MC forgetting recent events like birthdays and anniversaries, misplacing things…. I thought it was normal at first, but things kept getting worse. I eventually had to take her to the hospital to be examined when she disappeared for hours one day, only to find her wandering aimlessly around the garage and claiming that she got lost on the way back from the supermarket.

One would think that she might just have been pranking me, but no, she was downright serious. The part that convinced me that something was wrong though? It was checking the CCTVs and finding out that she never made it past the garage doors.

The doctors did a bunch of tests on her — MRIs, blood work, clinical assessments — and came to the conclusion that she had what doctors would call early onset Alzheimer’s disease. She was physically fine in the meantime despite her symptoms, but it also meant that I would have to witness her further deterioration as time went by.

To be continued…

yall on tumblr: 21 pilates is fucking gay i fucking hate that band so much!

yall irl in your winged eyeliner and japanese text shirt and creepers: I’m FOLLIN so Im takin my time on my riaiaiaaide ohohohoho Im FOLLON so im taking my time on my RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE your dead cause how could you sleep at a time like this death inpire me like dog inspire rabbit blurryface TURN BACK TIME TO THE GOOD OL DAYS when our YOURE THE JUDGE, OWO, set me FREEEEEEE i know my souls freezin hell hotfor good reason so bleaaaaaase im fairly LOCAL. i been around. ive seen the streets youre wlaking down. im fairly local, good people now OHOHOHO help me bowl of rice help me polarize help me down, those stairs and She ask me son when i grow old? will you buy me a houde of gold and when your father turn to stone. will you. take care. of me. DONT TRUST A PATALOON i dont wanna fall fall away. i dont wanna fall fall away. ill leave the lights on in this place. i dont wanna fall fall away NIGHT FALLS, WITH GRAVITY, THE EARTH TURNS, FROM SANITY, TAKING THE ON, LY FRIEND I KNOW, HE LEAVES A LOET, HIS NAME IS HOPE, im NE,VER, WHAT I LIKE IM DOUBLE SIDED AND I JUST GET HIGH, shes the tear in my heart, im alive she take me higher than i EVER BEEN can you save my? can you save my heavy dirty soul? from MEEEEEE? FROM MEEEEE? CAN YOU SAVE MY lane boy lane boy but we go where we want to i wasnt raised in the hood gangsters dont cry therefor therefor im, mister misty eyes therefor ill STAY AWAKE CAUSE THE DARK AINT TAKIN PRISONERS TONIGHT OOEOWOW

So I used to work at the red bullseye. I was seasonal and was trained for the registers but they kept me up there longer than they should have when I was supposed to be in softlines but that’s a whole different story. Basically, I was called up from softlines to the registers because they needed more cashiers since it was busy. First few guests were nice, it was all going great and I thought I was going to go back once the line died down. Nope. This old lady comes into my line and asks for $300 in gift cards all separated on about 25 different gift cards. Now, I was TOLD we could only sell gift cards if they paid using CASH or DEBIT. They never told me anything about the store credit card being okay. She wanted to pay using her store credit card, but I was never told they were allowed to use it, so I told her I couldn’t accept it. She just gave me this blank expression for like a solid 30 seconds before throwing each gift card on the counter and screaming at me saying that she can do it and she’s always done that (which all guests have said to me about different things so I obviously stopped believing all of them). I turned on my assistance light hoping my manager would see it so he could help because maybe I was wrong but he was no where near the registers, then the security guard had to go find him because this fucking lady kept screaming in my face and throwing the gift cards at me. I just stood there explaining what I knew and that she had to wait for my manager to assist her and she kept insisting that she could do it and that I should just ring her up so I could see it go through. I wasn’t about to do that because I got in trouble my first week for letting a guest buy a gift card with a regular credit card. At this point I had a lady screaming at me, a toddler in the background screaming bloody murder for a straight 10 minutes, and guests getting mad that she was holding up the line and I can’t handle loud noises very well so I started tearing up. When my manager came he asked me what was wrong and I tried explaining while she was barking in his ear over how stupid I was and how she wanted her gift cards. He told me guests are allowed to use their store credit card but not regular credit cards. Okay, cool, I can accept that I made a mistake. This wouldn’t have been a big deal if I were dealing with a normal, patient guest but I was hoping I would be right just because this lady pissed me off so much. Anyway, when this lady heard that she was able to pay using her credit card she basically rubbed it in my face, screaming that I should have listened to her all while pointing at me. At this point I was embarrassed and couldn’t handle all the noise anymore so I started crying so my manager told me to go to the break room to calm down. My coworker saw me and started freaking out because I couldn’t talk over how hard I was crying so she got my manager and he came in saying that she was wrong for how she was behaving. Apparently that old bitch told my manager that I hit her?! She was the one to humiliate me and to throw her handful of gift cards at me! He let me take time to calm down then go on my meal so I had an hour to myself which was basically the only good thing about that day. I wanted to forget the whole thing but for the rest of my seasonal position there, I had managers and the LODs asking if I was okay to go back up to the registers. One even told me they constantly call me up because I’m one of their better cashiers but they would only put me up there if I was comfortable and if another guest acted like that then I needed to call for one of them right away. I’m glad they were all understanding, but fuck that lady. I hope she lost all her gift cards.

aladyinblue  asked:

Can I ask for book recs? You've said before your reading is seasonal (which I find fascinating as it had never occurred to me it could be) and I'm quite curious to see what are summer reads for you. For most people summer reads are light and a no brainer, yet you said Brideshead revisited is meant to be read on summer. So, please, enlighten me because I wanna jump in the wagon of seasonal reading.

I’d be delighted!!!! Yes please let’s spread my eccentricities around the populace!

So for starters, not every book has a season, and some books belong to seasons for different reasons than others. Brideshead Revisited, for instance, would be a summer book for the same reason that one of the songs from Adrian Johnson’s score for the 2008 film is called ‘Always Summer’ — it’s to do with mood and theme and thoughts and the best season for feeling certain feelings.

A much clearer selection process is simply where the thing takes place. It’s environment matching — if it’s warm outside, I want to be reading things where the characters are also someplace warm. But interestingly, often the settings seem to sorta self-select for books that also match onto my ~seasonal mood~ pretty well! Fall books end up having a sort of classic quality, a combination of a good old fashioned haunting and that back-to-school feeling of a crisp October day. Spring, it turns out, is lyrical and shifting, books with a blossoming, intricate manner of storytelling. Winter we haven’t done yet — ask me again in winter! — and summer… summer might be flying and mirage.

Summer Reads

Category 1: The Only Way We Can Talk About The War Is With Magical Realism (one of my favorite genres of all time)

The English Patient - Ondaatje, Michael
If you are only familiar with this as the movie with Ralph Fiennes, let me change your world: there was a novel first, and holy heck is it a whole other and wondrous thing. This is one of my very, very favorite books. It is GORGEOUS. It is strange. There’s layered narration, unreliable narration, skips in time and place, but the novel is anchored in its characters, who form something of a contemplative quartet: a Canadian Army nurse, her mysterious and badly burned patient, a Sikh British army sapper, and a thief named Caravaggio, all sheltering together in an abandoned Italian villa during the last months of WWII.

Corelli’s Mandolin - de Bernières, Louis
This was a typically flawless recommendation from Mr. Dorman, my high school English teacher who shows up on this blog from time to time. It takes place on a Greek island during WWII, and is just rich in history and personalities and feeling. It’s transporting — brilliantly written, so funny, and I think I might have cried for about 50 pages near the end. It also has a quartet of fabulous characters: the oddball doctor who is trying to write a history of the island, his bright and educated daughter, the charming musician Captain Corelli, and an Italian soldier named Carlo who is like an Ancient Greek tragedy brought to life.

Catch-22 - Heller, Joseph
Honestly has anything in literature ever been as good as what Heller did with Snowden. Can anything even touch that. Merely for that piece alone this would probably be the greatest novel ever written. Listen, Catch-22 is a masterpiece. It will harrow you to the bone, it will make you wail in anguished frustration, and it will make you laugh and laugh and laugh, unto the ending of the world. Most simply it is about a squadron of Army pilots trying to survive WWII. More broadly it is about trauma and humanity. Oh and our main character is a Middle-Eastern American, and here are the very first lines of the novel, also one of the true greats of our time: “It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.”


Category 2: Memoirs of Pilots Flying Over Deserts During the Golden Age of Aviation

Wind, Sand and Stars - de Saint-Exupéry, Antoine
Yes, this is the memoir of the author of A Little Prince, a real life aviator who flew mail across the African Sahara and South American Andes. He tells stories about flying and friendship and muses on life, and it is all just breakingly beautiful. A sample line: “When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of night sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars.”

West With the Night - Markham, Beryl
I have extolled the virtues of BERYL MARKHAM and her fabulous memoirs before — those facts stand. I will add though, for both her and de Saint-Exupéry, that while they have such sincere fondness and respect for their African friends and colleagues, they do occasionally write about them in a way that feels out-dated and out-of-touch. There is an air of the “noble savage” in some of their stories, which is a hoary old problem that often plagued well-meaning white writers of their time. So, a heads up for that.


Category 3: The Americans

The Great Gatsby - Fitzgerald, F. Scott
If you have not reread The Great Gatsby since high school, I can sincerely recommend doing so, and in the height of summer if possible. Quoting myself from my Baz Luhrmann 4th of July last year, Gatsby is the great American daydream: fabulously indulgent, ironic, biting, somehow gaudy and gauzy at once, hilarious, inadvertent, morbid, and hiding at its core an embarrassing sentimentality, which it will try to drown in champagne and pools as soon as you’ve seen it. 

The Talented Mr. Ripley - Highsmith, Patricia
This is probably the wellntruly equivalent of a vacation read, if your vacation is in Italy and the shadows cast by the sun are a touch too dark and something about the way the condensation traces paths down your Campari & soda feels unaccountable sinister, and you’re cool with it.

A Good Man Is Hard To Find (short story collection) - O’Connor, Flannery
Southern Gothic time, little ones! You’ve seen the “[blank] gothic” posts on this website before, and here’s what 99% of them miss: not just what is dark and twisted in the environment, but what is dark and twisted in the hearts of the people. Southern Gothic is social commentary, and Southern Gothic is fucked up, and the undisputed queen of the genre is Flannery O’Connor. These are stories that will stay with you long after you’ve retreated from their dusty, sweltering heat.

Slouching Towards Bethlehem - Didion, Joan
We’re breaking into journalism here with a collection of essays by the inimitable — although god knows we all try — Joan Didion. If you are at all interested in California, or the 1960s, or the craft of writing, you can do no better than Joan Didion. Joan Didion! I just want to repeat her name like an hosanna. Here you can read her on the Santa Ana right now.

get real | isaiah/reader

i had anon requests for isaiah fluff and sneaking around/getting caught

“I need a place to stay”

Isaiah stepped aside in the doorway, letting you in the house.

“What happened?”

“Ughhh…me and Polly had a fight” you waved your hand “let’s not”

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need some space. Your dad home?”

“Nah, won’t be back tonight. We’re safe” He pecked a kiss to your temple, moving behind you to set the kettle going. He can’t have been home long, his coat draped over the chair, his pockets half emptied onto the table top. He was down to his shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He looked at home.

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Easy (Assassin!Jungkook)

Plot: #5: “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”+ #75: “Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.” with assassin!Jungkook

Word Count: 734

A/N: so werewolf!hobi as a father is in the works, it should be up either tomorrow or the next day so for now, here is a drabble bc I’ve been in a drabble mood lately, the links for this is assassin!Jungkook (here) and husband!Jungkook (here)

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you’d married him. You knew there would be nights he didn’t come home, days he couldn’t answer his phone, weeks he couldn’t talk to you about certain plans. You knew that he would sometimes come home with scratches and bruises, sometimes walking in perfectly fine. It was hard to fault him on any of it when you turned around and did the exact same thing, both of you seeming to have a silent agreement to not talk about the things you two did when you disappeared for days. You knew what he did and he knew what you did and to both of you, there wasn’t any need to push it any further than that.

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Groundbreaking aspects of Lola’s abortion plot
  1. How sure Lola was. She knew she wanted an abortion as before she took the pregnancy test, she knew once she had taken it, she knew when she was lying there in the clinic, and she sure as hell knew she made the right choice after the fact.
  2. The decision was 100% hers, not influenced by her friends or the father or her parents, or anyone. Just her decision.
  3. She didn’t tell her father and that’s okay. Teens don’t need their parents’ permission if they don’t think they’d be supportive.
  4. But at the same time, she was scared. And having Yael there helped.
  5. Miles, the father, not being a part of the decision making process, but still being hugely supportive when he found out.
  6. The show didn’t use the storyline to vocalize the abortion debate. So many times abortion stories are like “Sure, you can get an abortion. But first we have to appease the pro-lifers by having people yell in your face about how you’re a murderer first.” But here? Not a pro-lifer in sight.
  7. They went into the room with her. They showed her getting the sedative, they showed the doctor explaining what was going to happen. Doing that took away so much of the mystery of it. It’s just a medical procedure, and a simple and quick one at that.
  8. “It wasn’t difficult for me. Scary, yeah. Not difficult. And afterwards I didn’t feel sad.”
  9. They debunked so many myths, like it being risky, or causing infertility. 
  10. The people in the clinic were so kind. The counselor she saw before the procedure was soft-spoken and told her there was nothing wrong with taking more time to think about it. The doctor talked to her about her interests, and explained everything that was happening. He even made her laugh.
  11. Lola went back to school the next day, feeling crampy, but ultimately feeling good. She didn’t feel sad, she felt okay.
  12. “Am I the first 16 year old you’ve ever done this to?” “You’re not the first today.” Like damn. Probably my favourite line of the episode. If there’s one line that will make people feel less alone, it’s that one.
  13. She talked about it publicly. She wanted to break the stigma.

I can’t even say how pleased I was with how this story went. This is the best abortion storyline I’ve ever seen.

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5 YEARS OF IPKKND (6th June 2011 - 30 November 2012) 

IPKKND is like the DDLJ of TV.