The mobile network provider RBB’s phone is connected to confirms that (if the phone is pay as you go) in order for the SIM to stay active, someone needs to perform some kind of chargeable usage (a phone call or a text message, something like that, just topping up the credit should be adequate too).
In other words - we already knew this, but - someone is definitely still maintaining the number, nearly 18 months after OTRA ended and over a year since the phone was switched on for any period of time. (Either by paying a monthly bill or by switching it on and topping up or sending a text.)
[if you want to know why I think the phone is pay as you go and not on a monthly contract, click here. If anyone wants more information, send me an ask. I think I might rewrite my thoughts on that later on anyway.]
Ahhhh thank you very much for thinking that. Here! Have some tiny Riddlers as a token of appreciation. I love your work, and to have you follow back is unbelievable. Keep it up and have an amazing day! :’D
It’s one AM and these kinda just popped into my head LETS GO
• Connor fails his suicide attempt, Zoe finds him in his room about a minute after Connor swallowed a fuck ton of pills
•Evan hears about this cause Connor is always a main source of gossip at the school
• especially for Jared
• Evan thinks about when he failed his suicide attempt and knew, at least partly, how Connor felt
• Evan, knowing he wouldn’t be able to just walk up to Connor and start talking, starts writing letters
• Dear Connor Murphy, I heard what happened and I want you to know, I failed as well over the summer
• Evan always signing them as Sincerely Me
• Connor getting the first letter five days after he leaves the hospital, two days after he goes back to school
• Connor reading it, and thinking
• maybe I’m not completely alone
• Evan writes Connor a letter every Tuesday and Thursday
• Whenever Connor ditches school he makes sure it isn’t a Tuesday or Thursday
• Evan mentions things that go on in his life, how he wishes he could stand up for himself, how he wishes he could help his mother, how he wishes he could talk to the girl he likes
• Connor starts to develop feelings for the mystery writer but ignores it cause
• A. Who would like him
• B. I don’t even know who writes the letters, how the fuck can I be in love
• Evan slowly starts to make sure Connor is doing okay when ever Connor actually shows up to his math class
• Evan slowly starts to realize that he doesn’t like Zoe as much, but why?
• Evan shoots up in bed one night thinking
• Fuck. I like the school stoner
• Evan then slaps himself cause that’s not all that Connor is
• his mom hears him talking to himself and asks if everything is alright
• Evan quickly shouts back a yes, and gets back in bed, still thinking of Connor Murphy
• the last day of school before Christmas Break, Evan leaves a small gift at Connors locker and a note even though it’s Friday
• he’s surprised to see that Connor also left a gift at his locker for the mystery writer
• Evan puts it under the tree
• Heidi asks where it came from and Evan starts blushing and stuttering and mumbling about how he writes letters to Connor Murphy
• Heidi sees the light in her sons eye that hasn’t been there in years
• She bakes cookies for Evan to give to Connor
• Evan brings the cookies to the Murphy’s house, rings the door bell and runs
• Cynthia opens the door to see a plate of cookies and card saying ‘Dear Connor Murphy, have an excellent Christmas, sincerely me’
• Cynthia is super excited cause she believes that Connor has an actual FRIEND
• Cynthia takes the cookies up to her sons room
• Connor opens the door, glaring at his mother, and then he sees the cookies and the note card
• he picks it up and reads it quickly before blushing and grabs the plate, shutting his door
• on Christmas Evan opens Connors present last and is very happy to see that it’s a tree encyclopedia with a note that said ‘you always talk about how you love trees so, here’ and on the other side is a beautifully drawn tree
• CONNOR MURPHY CAN DRAW SO FUCKING WELL AND EVAN JUST MELTS AT THE TREE AND HE INSTANTLY PINS IT TO HIS WALL
• Connor opens his gift in his room, and is surprised to see two new black sweatshirts and a bottle of black nail polish, the saying ‘Dear Connor Murphy, your sweatshirts seem to have a lot of holes, I didn’t know if it was for comfort or what but I got you a new one. Oh and I really like your nails so here’s some more polish, sincerely me’ Connor actually smiles, and he feels all warm inside AND WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS WHAT THE FUCK
• Jared eventually finds out that Evan writes Connor letters cause he saw the tree on the wall while Evan was getting snacks and flipped it over and read the note
• he immediately asked Evan who it was from
• Evan blushes and mumbles Connor
• Jared demands a wider explanation
• he doesn’t stop teasing Evan about it
• At school Jared starts acting funny around Connor and Connor starts to freak out cause
• SHIT IS JARED THE LETTER GUY
• but he calms down for a second when Jared accidentally spills the beans
• Connor was reading another one of Evans’s notes, Jared walks up to him with a shit eating grin and says
• ‘Another love note from Evan Tree Boy Hansen I see.’
• Connor is instantly relieved they’re not from Jared
• he then freaks out cause THE CUTE QUIET DORKY NERD THAT SITS BEHIND ME IN MATH WRITES ME FUCKING LETTERS
• Connor corners Evan after school
• Evan is nervous cause he thinks Connor hates him.
• he is pleasantly surprised when Connor gives him a quick thank you before dashing off
• Connor then starts to write Evan letters on Wednesdays and Fridays. Monday’s are the chill day
• Connor finally accepts that he totally loves Evan but he still thinks that Evan could never like him that way, especially since the guy Evan mentions in his letter can’t be him
• beautiful brown hair? Nope
• gorgeous blue eyes that seem to have a hint of brown in the left one? Well yes but they aren’t gorgeous, his are hideous
• a face that was crafted by God himself? Absolutely not
• Evan starts to wonder if Connor wants to be friends with him and asks him exactly that in a letter
• Connor replies with a 'no shit’ and his phone number
• Evan was ecstatic when they hung out for the first time
• so was Connor
• and their moms
• at the end of senior year, Evan tells Connor that he has to take a gap year to save up money
• Connor decides he’s not going to college without Evan as he doesn’t know how to make friends and he was just fucking lucky with Evan
• They were hanging out at Evans house the next winter and they both had a few drinks cause what 18 year old doesn’t drink. Evan isn’t THAT innocent guys
• they both tell each other that they like one another and share a small kiss that they both have wanted for a while
• they fall asleep on the couch, holding each other
Imma stop there. Feel free to add on, that was insanely long and I might write an actual thing for this?
reblog if you want to spill your thoughts in 2016 :)
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Would you want to know what happens in the future if you couldn’t change it? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Why? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: What would you see in the Mirror of Erised? (What do you most desire?) 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: What are you afraid of? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you made out with someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favorite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: What is one book everyone needs to read? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favorite weather? 59: What is your perfect day look like? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?
I've been thinking a lot about Anakin lately and I'm not sure if his sense of self is rooted in who he is as much as it is what he is. He's so used to thinking of himself in terms of 'I am a slave', ' I am a Jedi', 'I am the Chosen One'. He seems to relate to himself as a thing.
He really does. It’s even possible to watch the movies as the progressive breakdown of Anakin’s sense of self.
When we first meet him, it’s with the defiant line, “I’m a person, and my name is Anakin.” He’s very adamantly naming himself as a person, in distinction to the name that’s pushed on him, “slave.” But the defiant tone is important there. This is a kid who is insisting on his personhood in a world where that’s not recognized by those with power over him. It’s the insistence of a person trying to remind themself of what’s true when the world around them is constantly gaslighting them.
Then Qui-Gon comes along, and the Jedi Order, and now Anakin’s not a slave but he is the Chosen one. Fast forward to AOTC, and we’ve got Anakin primarily referring to himself not as a person before all else, but as a Jedi. (In light of this, the scene following the Tusken massacre is especially interesting. Padme says that to be angry is to be human, but Anakin responds with “I’m a Jedi.” Padme insists that he’s a person, but he seems to see being a Jedi as being somehow apart, more than (or perhaps, subconsciously, less than) human.)
By the time we get to ROTS, Anakin’s entire self-conception is focused around the Jedi and the war. Everyone keeps insisting to him that he is the Chosen One. It’s even one of the last things he hears from Obi-Wan. “You were supposed to be the Chosen One.” But he’s not, not anymore, because now he has a new Master who’s given him a new name and new orders.
He spends 20 years following those orders, and finally there’s ROTJ, when Luke explicitly tries to give him back his name - his name, not the name Palpatine assigned him - and all Anakin can respond with is “I must obey my Master.”
As Granny Weatherwax of Discworld says, sin is when you treat people like things, including yourself. And Anakin spends most of his life essentially viewing himself as a tool.
neil josten: I hate when I’m in class, working on my personal writing and someone leans over and goes “WHat R U wRITing” like your eulogy if you don’t back the fuck up you soggy lampshade
andrew minyard: you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????
kevin day: I’m so ready to be able to legally drink. only eating all these years has left me very thirsty. I have heard very good things about water
nicky hemmick: Yes mother I have slept for thirteen hours straight but Jesus slept for three days straight and started a religion so I don’t wanna hear it.
matt boyd: got yelled at by my mom cos i kept pronouncing "Dwanye" The Rock Johnson the same way one pronounces “Kanye” West
dan wilds: “if feminists want equality does this mean we can punch women now?” go ahead chicken shit punch me in the fucking face. i will shove your entire upper body into your own ass and make you fuck yourself from the inside out
renee walker: do you ever want to gently float up to someone and whisper “this isn’t a debate; i am actually educated on the subject and i’m telling you you’re wrong”
allison reynolds: anonymously tell me your credit card number ill reply with what I bought
aaron minyard: i watched my brother drop a remote on his foot and the only thing he said was “i am so sick of being alive”
david wymack: I used too much No More Tears shampoo in 1973 and haven’t felt a single emotion since then
betsy dobson:[to andrew] *therapist voice* you are stupid and gay
abby winfield: fun drinking game: take a shot of water every couple hours to make sure you’re healthy and hydrated
jean moreau: once in the fifth grade this kid called me a homo and i thought it meant homeless and i was so confused i said ‘jeremy you’ve been to my house’
jeremy knox: if you ever feel bad about yourself remember that one time i didn’t understand that my waiter was just trying to give me my change so i fist bumped him instead
sara alvarez: if the phantom of the opera has taught me anything it’s that if all else fails you set the place on fire and cry
laila dermott: I’m in love with this girl. She’s gorgeous, smart, talented, funny as hell, and totally badass. That girl is me.
erik klose: white lips, pale face, im gay, outer space
Okay I just heard about this, do the numbers in the Jerseys have meanings?? And why can't I figure them out???
Yes they do.
Yoongi: 93 is his birth year. Taehyung: 95 is his birth year. Jungkook: 58 can be read as ohpal (오팔) which sounds like oppa (오빠). Jimin: 13 is the day of his birth, the day of BTS’ debut, and BTS’ debut year. Namjoon: 94 is his birth year. Seokjin: 92 is his birth year. Hoseok: 7 is ‘lucky number 7′ or the seven members of BTS.
Dean kisses Castiel for the first time under the fluorescence of a gritty gas station light.
Dean kisses Castiel for the first time under the fluorescence of a gritty gas station light. They are bruised and bloody, the stench of burning flesh still clinging to their shirts. Sam is inside the store, buying beer and toothpaste.
He doesn’t quite know how it happens— one moment he is leaning against the Impala, waiting for the tank to fill. Cas comes around the car to join him, and then Dean is leaning in, one hand curling into Cas’s coat and the other coming up to cup his jaw, tilting it just right. Cas moves in front of him for a better angle. His mouth is warm.
And then, as quickly as it started, it’s over, and Sam is leaving the store, shooting Dean a confused look as he all but lurches away from Cas. They get in the Impala without a word, but Dean’s eyes drift to Castiel’s in the mirror probably more often than is safe. He can barely fight a smile for a week afterward.
Dean kisses Castiel for the second time in a shitty motel outside Rexford, Idaho. There’s a tension between them. It hangs in the air and is solidified by the small bundle of Castiel’s belongings that he places on the far bed.
Dean is fluffing the pillow when he turns to face Castiel, leaning in with a certainty he didn’t know he had. And Castiel kisses him back, hard, his hand on the back of Dean’s neck, keeping him there. Dean can sense his sadness. Confusion. It makes his chest ache.
They don’t talk about it in the morning. Dean drops Cas back at the Gas n’ Sip. It feels all wrong. Words rest unsaid on the tip of Dean’s tongue— come back, he longs to say. Stay. He doesn’t. He lets the sound of the passenger side door echo in silence. With a tight smile and a wave, he is gone.
They come together, briefly, in quiet moments, in tense moments, when everything is too much, when everything is too little. Still, it’s not enough. Dean dreams of blue eyes and wakes up in a cold bed. His phone is always in the corner of his vision; every time it buzzes his heart leaps in his chest. Most of the time it’s not what he’s hoping for.
One night in the bunker after a particularly brutal case, Castiel finds his way to Dean’s room. Dean is sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. Castiel kneels beside him.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he says.
“You’re wrong,” Dean replies.
“We were out numbered. We had no chance. We couldn’t have saved her.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do,” Castiel says, and he reaches for Dean’s hands, pulling them away from his face. Dean’s eyes are sad and tired. Castiel cups his cheek, swiping his thumb along the freckles there, and leans in.
Later, at some point in the late night or early morning, as he lies next to Castiel, Dean whispers, “Don’t leave.”
Prompt request! Alfred dealing with Bruce's young adult globe-trotting absence and/or the times Bruce comes home for brief reprieves. :-D
i got ya back, audrey! hope you enjoy :) sorry for the delay there’s been like 87898 things in my life deciding they would all just like to happen at once, here’s a mix of the two
“If you would continue down the hall to my left, you would find a very large, very beautiful door, tragic it doesn’t go into use these days. Some persons prefer the window approach.”
Alfred flicked on the light. Bruce yelped, and dropped his ham sandwich in surprise. “Alfred! I didn’t - I didn’t want to wake you. I didn’t know you were still awake.”
I don’t sleep well with you on the other side of the world, Alfred wanted to say. He settled for raising a brow and gesturing to the ham sandwich. “Clean that up, Master Bruce, and put it in the bin where it belongs. I will make you a proper meal.”
“Oh, Alfred, you don’t have to do that,” Bruce said, bending down to sweep up his sad attempt at cuisine. “I’m not all that hungry. It’s late, you should get some rest.”
“And you should have ice on that eye,” Alfred sniffed, gesturing towards the blackened mass that had once been the left half of Bruce’s face, but now closely resembled a purple, lumpy beach ball, with a little bit of green on the edges. Alfred packed a plastic bag full of ice, wrapped it in a towel, and passed it off to Bruce.
“What are we making,” Bruce asked. “What can I get for you?”
“Vegetable soup,” Alfred sniffed. “I assume you know the ingredients.”
Bruce grinned, albeit a little lopsided on the side of his face that was currently out of commission. “I think I remember.”
And then he limped off, because of course he was limping, as if Alfred’s heart hadn’t dropped enough when he’d seen Bruce’s face, as if he didn’t lay awake at night wondering if Bruce was alone and cold and hungry and in pain. Alfred grit his teeth, and pulled out a pot.
Bruce returned with an armful of ingredients, and dropped them off of the counter.
Alfred shooed him away. “Put that leg up. I’ve work to do.”
Bruce, for once in his life, listened, and watched Alfred combine tomato juice and chicken broth. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”
“Whatever gave you that impression.”
“You’re… snippy,” Bruce said.
Alfred poured in the water with a little more force than necessary. “I would argue that ‘snippy’ is my job description.”
Bruce huffed. “I thought we’d already fought about this.”
And a beauty of a fight it’d been - the times the two of them fought, the house didn’t shake with the force of their screams, nothing was thrown, nothing was smashed. Their battles were fought almost entirely in measure of will.
“We have,” Alfred hummed, skinning a carrot. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it, Master Bruce, when you come home looking like you’ve been hit by a truck.”
Bruce was silent for a moment. “It was a horse, actually.”
Alfred turned to glare at him. “A horse?”
“Riding a wild horse is part of the, ah, curriculum,” Bruce explained. “It’s supposed to - “
“I am fine without the details, thank you.” Alfred slid the chopped carrots into the pot. “However, if the animal - ahem - kicked you - “
“No, no, it didn’t. The ground’s just… hard.”
“Oh, yes, very hard indeed.”
“You could be sympathetic,” Bruce whined.
Alfred studied a potato. “I could, I just choose not to. After all, you have a large, cozy home to return to, with a larger, cozier trust fund. For some inane reason, you choose to spend your time in the wilds of China seeking out… zen.”
Bruce chuckled. “That might be the most British thing you’ve ever said to me, congrats.”
While Alfred finished dumping ingredients into the soup, Bruce studied the kitchen like it’d be years before he saw it again - the same look he always gave the Manor, when he finally came home. Of all of the things Alfred had seen, nothing filled him with fear quite like that look did.
Alfred dropped a lid on the pot, and turned to Bruce. “Your leg, Master Bruce.”
“Hm - what? My leg?” Bruce asked. “Oh, it’s just bruised some.”
“I don’t know if it’s worse that you still try to lie to me, or how fantastically bad you are at lying to me,” Alfred said, and he gestured at the leg Bruce had propped up.
Bruce rolled his eyes, and leaned forward to roll up his cargo pants (and the pants alone were an insult the closet of fine clothing Bruce had just upstairs) revealing a thick wad of old bandages. Not old enough to cause any problems - just sweat-stained and starting to give a little too easily.
Alfred pulled out the first aid kit he kept in the kitchen, for the odd times he cut himself with a knife. Bruce straightened. “Alfred, you don’t have to - “
“Yes, I do,” Alfred said, simply. He set to work cleaning the wound again and wrapping it back up - if Bruce registered the pain at all, he didn’t show it. Alfred didn’t want to think about how much battery it would take, for such a tolerance to build up. He didn’t want to think about that at all.
“Thanks, Alfred,” Bruce murmured.
Alfred stood, joints popping. “Next time, don’t try to tame a wild horse, for pity’s sake.”
“It was part of the - “
“Defense of yourself is futile,” Alfred said, waving his hand. Bruce grumbled to himself, and slouched lower in his chair, looking for all the world like the surly teen he’d been just a scant few years ago. In fact, Alfred could remember a night very much like this one, when Bruce had been fourteen and filled with a rage nobody could seem to define.
That year, when Bruce had tentatively suggested the idea that he might go to the homecoming dance, Alfred had been beyond ecstatic - maybe, just maybe, this weird child of his would turn out normal after all. Maybe they’d be just fine. Of course, Bruce had later sat at that same table and held ice to his swollen lip, suit rumpled and his bow tie undone, and confessed that the only reason he’d wanted to go was because he wanted the chance to punch Ryan Parker in the teeth somewhere he couldn’t get expelled.
“Tuck in,” Alfred said, sliding Bruce a bowl of soup.
After they’d eaten, Alfred sent Bruce off to bed, and Bruce growled something about not being a child anymore under his breath, and for a moment, Alfred let himself believe that Bruce would still be in Gotham in a week, in two, maybe three. He let himself believe that this was it, that the dream Bruce was chasing ended here; no more bruises, no more cuts, no more alleys. It was, of course, just a dream of his own.
“You are the first and last thing on my mind, each and every day.“
The fuckboy everyone can’t seem to hate & get their hands on
Easily the most popular guy in his high school
Treasurer of the Student Council, President of the Broadcasting Club and the Star Pitcher of the Baseball Team, Park Jihoon was pretty much the perfect package
But it’s well known in the school that Park Jihoon has a 7 day rule when it comes to dating
He did date anyone who confessed to him for a total of 7 days
However, if he still has 0 feelings for that person by the end of the week, he did just break up with them
As far as anyone was concerned, he did the 7 days rule for at least 20 girls in his high school but none of them managed to capture his heart
While he did break their hearts, none of them ever blamed Jihoon
Cause during that period, he will give his all to the relationship
It’s safe to say that he treated each and every girl like a princess
But it seems that fate just wants him to be single forever
cause his heart has NEVER particularly beat faster for someone or blushed at someone while thinking they are cuter
Here’s when you come in
Your best friend just did her 7 days with Jihoon and well it didn’t last but she was on cloud 9
Basically spent her entire week telling you how much of a perfect boyfriend Jihoon would be
And you just didn’t get it????
Like hello, you just got DUMPED
Being the overprotective best friend, you were annoyed that someone was actually willing to dump her
Not only that, you thought that this rule of his was just an act to prevent himself from being named a fuckboy
You decided to give Park Jihoon apiece of your mind by playing his game
You knew that most of the girls who did the 7 days rules actually thought that they would be fated and you know wait for the sparks?
Well hell no to that
You were ready to put up your best girlfriend act and get him to fall for you before the 7 days
After all, two could play a game
You were so confident you could change his heart and dump himself before he could to you by the end of the 7 days
You muster up your courage and put on your most charming smile and went up to him
Preparing to make his life a living hell after dragging him through heaven
Jihoon accepted and that’s when your day 1 started
Day 1: He gave you his number and you guys started texting; your plan on being flirty via text was ruined when he asked if your dp was a picture from bare bears
Which lead to a conversation on which bear was the cutest and somehow you both ended up having a bare bears marathon as you guys face timed each other
Day 2: You decided to redeem yourself by making him breakfast but when you met him at the subway station, it turns out he had done the same and had even gotten you a warm drink along with some flu medicine
All because he heard you coughing a few times when you two had chatted and he said that he wouldn’t feel good if you were sick
Day 3: He spent his lunch period teaching you additional mathematics that you could never seem to figure out and made sure to send you a copy of all his notes
In return, you baked him cookies with a cute thank you card
Day 4: Bought you a novel that you had been dying to read and shared earphones with you on the subway as he shared with you some of his favorite songs
You sent him a list of your favourite movies to watch and he replied instantly, saying while he had watched most of it, he did love it to watch it with you again At this point, you were almost enjoying yourself far too much that you nearly forgotten about your original motive
For some reason, you somehow couldn’t bear to see the sight of Jihoon being as you picture his warm gaze and pink lips curving into a smile That’s when it hit you; you were developing feelings for him
You decided you need to back off or you will just be like one of those girls who did not pass the rule
Day 5: You decided to end things off with a text since you really didn’t want to face him and shortly blocked his number to avoid seeing his reply
You were embarrassed at yourself and your initial confidence
Jihoon made you feel so many things and in 3 days time, he easily became someone you could rely on; a person you wanted to call your pillar of strength
You two honestly had so much in common and there was no denying that conversation between the two of you was that would never end
But you didn’t want to continue lying to yourself thinking that he probably viewed you differently
Day 6: You were an absolute mess. It was currently still a Sunday so you could still avoid Jihoon but tomorrow you will be facing him in school and you were not looking forward to it
Day 7: You tried your best to avoid Jihoon until there was an announcement calling for you, telling you to go to the nurse office immediately
You were just like wtf did someone found out that I lied I was sick that one time to skip a geography quiz????
But Jihoon was sitting in the office waiting for you
You froze, trying to run away but Jihoon managed to grab hold of your wrist * He pulled you a back hug, and whisper to your ear
“It’s the seventh day, you passed the rule … okay? Just please don’t leave me, no one has ever make me feel this way before.”
You turned to see him with glassy eyes and you were so sure you heard him wrongly
But he did just continued to embrace you and whisper all the things he liked about you:
how caring you were when you fed the stray cats how observant you were when you purposely made him an oatmeal raisin cookie cause he wasn’t a fan of chocolate, how cute you were when your face light up as you told him your day
You guys just end up in each other’s embrace for the next half an hour as he told you that he could call you to the office as broadcasting club members’ perk
Oh and the nurse that was working in your school who for some reasons wasn’t in? That was Jihoon’s sister lol
To say you were surprised was an understatement
“You told your sister to skipped work just so you could use this place to confess to someone???”
“Park Jihoon, she is going to think I’m some self-entitled brat.”
“It’s okay I still love you anyway.”
You became known as the girl who broke the 7 day rule and your best friend basically snapped her fingers and saying she knew this was going to happen
When Jihoon thinks you two haven’t spent time due to his obligations, he will just call you down to the office again and you guys will just catch up with each other
One time his sister came back earlier than usual and let’s just say now she has been sending you Jihoon’s baby photos which you used to blackmail him so he did do aegyo
Basically the school power couple and win prom king & queen
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Request: Okay, maybe this is a weird request but could you maybe write something where the reader is on her early/mid twenties and is dating Bucky? Bucky is concerned about the age difference but the reader doesn’t care. Then Peter Parker comes along, and the loveable idiot doesn’t realize the reader is dating the winter solider himself, and gets a schoolboy crush on the reader and Bucky gets jealous - anon
‘Morning gorgeous’ Buckys eyes weren’t fully open yet. He had this sleepy face that made you melt where one eye was a little more open then the other and he had a small smile. His morning voice was also one of your favourite things. Rough and uneven from sleep.
‘Morning handsome’ you had been awake long enough to get used to the light shining in the window but when you hadn’t moved too much. Afraid you would wake your boyfriend. Who’s arm was wrapped around your body.
You leant up to kiss him softly then got up to walk to the bathroom. You found his T shirt hanging off the bed side lamp so decided to slip it on. Covering your naked body. You heard him groan, probably at the sight of you walking away. It put a little smile on your face.
Me again :3 Is there a meaning behind the changed numbers? Like ASiP has 4 victims instead of 5 like a study in scarlet. In TGG he doesn't get the last call with the last pip. The Sign of Three instead of four. (The 3rd sibling?). Sherlock beeing dead for 2 years instead of 3/5 (Sry, actually don't know how long he was dead in the original stories). The missing 6th bust of Thatcher. 🙈 (Let alone 3x03 +1 or 4x03+1 ;-)) Sry if I got anything wrong.
Ah, no idea, Lovely! I had no idea there were so many switched up numbers! It is curious, isn’t it? I wonder why this is a common trend for them. Anyone have any ideas?
Requested: No. But, I posted a text postbut the tags are slightly different than how I decided to write this fic. I didn’t want to do something that had already been done before and so I changed it up a bit.
Summary: When you’re called out on a case in Florida that involves BDSM, Spencer seems to know a lot more than you had thought. You had always thought of him as ‘vanilla’ and when he finds out he decides to prove you wrong…
Word Count: 1,994, Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of strangulation and blood, BDSM, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it yo)
A/N: If you looked through my search history you’d probably think I was really into BDSM lmao, I got my facts from wikipedia so here’s the source… I don’t know why you need it but, who am I to judge!
“We’ve got a case,” Garcia’s heels tapped rowdily against the floor as she walked to the bullpen, both you and JJ following in suit as she grabbed the remote to start delivering the case. Everyone else was already sat at the table flipping through the dreaded pages, observing the bloodstained discarded clothing, still vibrantly screaming despite it being a photograph. You sat next to Emily wincing at the contents of the file as Garcia spoke. “Well, my crime fighters. This is not a pleasant one- as if any case is pleasant but, anyway. Two women were found in Florida tied to a chair with some sort of silk material, with various torture devices in the room with them. The C.O.D is not clear as of yet but the ME is assuming that they were suffocated based on the ligature marks on their necks,” she continued, clicking her device and bringing up the already horrid images in 1080p quality. “The torture devices you’re referencing could be used as a part of some sort of BDSM play,” you stated glancing once more at the tie used to restrain the victim. “Correct, there are actually two bondage harnesses I can point out in this photo. Also, if you look in the corner here,” Spencer pointed, clearly placing the photo in the view of the whole team, “This here is a bondage bed. It’s designed for bondage and BDSM play. The design typically falls into two main variants; a standard bed designed primarily for sleeping on but which has purpose built attachments for bondage, and a table-like piece of furniture with a padded top and multiple fixing points around it. This second variant is purely designed for bondage and would be part of a purpose built dungeon,” you glanced up at him, confused at his knowledge on the subject. The rest of the team holding in laughter as Emily proceeded. “Okay then… Wheels up in 30,” she smirked, making her way back to her office.
you’re like vertigo (or dizziness, or nausea, or confusion)
A month into sharing a room, they’ve kind of got into the swing of living together while avoiding murdering each other.
Nursey is annoying as fuck in the general sense, but he’s a fairly decent roommate - tidy but not neurotically so, uses his earphones, and doesn’t sexile Dex, all of which make him an improvement on Troy who Dex roomed with freshman year.
It could be worse. Dex could be nursing an enormous, unrequited, painful crush on his roommate and liney which would make every second of spending time together literal torture.
His only hope is that when he finally loses it and actually kills Nursey out of savagely repressed lust it’ll be considered a justifiable homicide.
Who is he kidding. It’s going to end up on a show like Dateline, with something in the synopsis about a ‘crime of passion’. He’s fucked.