then HE SEES THE GUY NEXT TO ME POINTING AT ME

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Negan in Every Episode» The Cell
See that guy? He hustles. I like hustle. But believe it or not, things weren’t always cool between us. See, D here. He worked for points, him and his super hot wife and her super hot sister. But, see, sis. She needed meds. And that shit is hard to scavenge, so it cost more. Sis fell behind on points, so I asked her to marry me. Told her I would take care of her in sickness and in health, blah blah blah, because I am a stand-up guy. She tells me that she’s gonna think about it. Next thing you know, I’m dealing with an orange situation. Dwighty boy here stole all the medication and took off with his super hot wife and my super hot maybe soon-to-be fiancée. So I had to send my guys after him. Because I can’t let something like that stand. There are rules. Cost me an arm and a leg going after him. And you know what. Dwighty boy? He still got away. But here’s the thing. D. He saw the light. He manned up. He came back. He asked for my forgiveness. I like that. Made me take notice. But Lucille. Well you know how she is. She is a stickler for the rules. So, Dwight he begged me not to kill Sherry, which I thought was kind of cute, so I was just gonna kill him. But then Sherry says that she will marry me if I let Dwight live, which, if you think about it, that’s a pretty screwed-up deal, ‘cause I was gonna marry her sister until she wound up dead, but Sherry is super hot. Anyways, it was a start. But it wasn’t enough. So Dwight he got the iron. And then I married his super hot wife. Ex-wife. And then after all that, he still got on board. And now look at him. Pow! One of my top guys. And we are totally cool. The point being, I think you can be that guy. I think you are ready to be that guy.

The 100th | Wonho

Characters: Police officer Wonho x reader

Genre: Mystery/thriller

Length: 2286 words

A/N: South Korea’s notorious serial killer has you on his list next and the police only has 10 days to find and stop him before he finds you.

part two | part three

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threecheersforsweetvagina  asked:

I work in food service. I was eating at "shike shick". The guy on the table next to me waived a ketchup cup at a worker cleaning tables and said "I need ketchup". He looked confused because it's not a sit down resterant and said "um the ketchup is over there sir" and pointed at it. The guy said "but I asked you to do it! That's extremely rude!" I looked at the ass hole and said "unless you're gonna tip him at the end of your meal, leave him alone" and I could see him thank me with his eyes.

The Boyfriend Tag: Part 1

Originally posted by theyre-kinda-hot-tho

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A/N: So, I wrote this imagine and I’m planning on making it a series if people like it. Basically, Y/N is a Youtuber, so she and Luke decide to do the boyfriend tag. To put it simply, It’s just the stories behind the questions. Enjoy. Or don’t. Whatever floats your boat.

“Is the camera on?” Luke asked, sitting down on my bed, fiddling with his hair, as I tweaked the settings on the camera around.

“Uh, I think now it is,” I sat down next to him, looking in the view finder and seeing the flashing red dot, “Yeah, it’s recording.”

“Yay!” Luke squeaked, wrapping his arm around me.

“Hey guys, It’s Y/N, and today, I have…” I cheered, pointing to Luke so that he could introduce himself.

“Luke.” He finished calmly, pulling me towards him. 

“He’s my boyfriend and we’re going to answer questions that you asked. So, question one, where did you meet?” I read off my phone, looking up at Luke as we both flashed back to the day we met. 


I sat in my Dad’s bar, alone in a both in the corner, cuddled up against the window. I held my cup of tea just below my face, so the steam fogged up my glasses making it hard to read over my history essay I had finished in my lunch break earlier. Dad had invited me into the bar so I could help set up for tonight. It was Saturday night, so he had a local band or artist coming in to play. But instead, he let me sit on my own, leaving me to get wrapped up in my own world. 

I set down my essay, deciding I had done enough for the day. I rested my head against the large window, sipping the rest of my coffee. My breath misted up the glass, so I decided to reenact my essay.My bored ass decided to draw a middle finger on the window, with ‘Fuck you all’ written underneath it in bubble writing.

“Hey, Y/N,” My Dad called, running up to my table, “Can you help serve the drinks, the crowd’s a lot bigger tonight so we need extra help.” I looked over at the group of girls gathered around the stage.

“Dad, those girls are my age. I don’t think they’re old enough to drink.” I retorted, leaning side to side to try and catch a glimpse of who they were here for.

“Doesn’t matter. Help. Now.” He ordered. I rolled my eyes and left my essay on the table, making my way over to the bar and beginning to wipe it down. Four boys, around my age, if not slightly older, walked on stage. The mass of girls started screaming.

“Hi. We’re Five Seconds of Summer. Some people online call us 5sos. But yeah, um… We’re going to play an original song. This is, um…” The blonde boy who stood at the front stuttered, “This is… Beside you.” 

The lights on the stage shone through his dark gold hair, splitting into sunbeams and lighting up his angelic, boyish face. He reached for the neck of his guitar, and began playing the song. Although I was skeptical, they, surprisingly weren’t awful. Not awful at all. Miles better than anyone else we’d ever had in here. 

I soon found myself bopping my head along to the song they played, mouthing along to a few lines in the chorus I had began to memorize. I looked up at the stage once again, this time catching the boy’s eye. They were the exact same shade as crystallized bluebells. He winked at me and something in my stomach fluttered around, making me lean my elbows on the bar, rest my head in my hands and give him my full attention. 

By the end of the night, I found myself twizzling the ends of my plaited hair around my fingers, completely infatuated with the idea of this blue eyed boy. Dad dismissed me from the bar, kissing me goodbye and telling me to go home without him, as he had to stay behind a while longer than usual. 

I returned over to my corner booth, seeing someone hunched over in my spot against the window.

“Um… Hi?” I questioned, bending over and waving at this boy. He looked up at me, startled, his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes bright with surprise, “Oh, It’s you.” I smiled, instantly recognizing him as the boy on stage a couple of minutes ago. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to read your stuff I just… I just saw you over here… And, and… I thought you were intriguing…” He mumbled, blood rushing to his face and tinting his cheeks red. I blushed too at the flattery. Nobody had ever really called me intriguing before. In fact, nobody had really noticed me before.

“It’s fine. Really, don’t worry about it.” I reassured him, sitting down opposite him, “So, how was it?” I asked.

“Huh?” He panicked, looking very taken aback. 

“The essay. Was it good. Good grammar, historically accurate. Y’know, that stuff.” I specified. He looked down at the paper flicking through the pages.

“Well,, there were a few errors. I can mark them down for you. I mean, if you want to.” He offered. I nodded eagerly and handed him a sharpie so he could circle any mistakes. He only circled a few and handed the paper back to me, before leaving me alone again and waving goodbye. I sat there for a while, realizing how bad I had messed up, completely forgetting to ask for so much as his name. I sighed in defeat and grazed over the paper, my heart stopping when I read what he wrote on the back. In bold, black letters he had written his number and his name.

How horribly cliche of him.


“Luke was obsessed with me.” I looked back at the camera, smiling as Luke whined and shook me by the shoulder.

“No I wasn’t, you were infatuated with me from the moment you saw me, you liar.” Luke argued, giggling as he continued to shake my shoulder. I smiled, knowing it was true.

“So, yeah, we met at my Dad’s bar when we were fifteen. And yeah. That’s about it. Pretty basic.” I smiled, looking up at him and knowing that as basic as it was, it was pretty fucking magical.

Okaaaaaay

This weekend has by far been the highest point of my entire sugaring career. I don’t even know where to begin. So I matched with this man on Tinder and we had a fairly normal conversation and then he invited me to spend the weekend with him in his city, I wanted to go see @sugarbabybunny who lives near there so I figured even if it didn’t work out it would still be fun.

My weekend was off to a really rough start. Long story short I was assaulted and left in a hurry with a mess of stuff. This bitch bunny totally saves me when I get there by picking up my luggage so I can meet this guy for lunch, we went to this really nice place and when I met him it was pretty clear he’s next level rich. Everything on him was expensive. 

This is where the genius scamming came in. He of course asked me where my luggage was, and without even thinking I told him I forgot it in the train and that I filed for it missing but they hadn’t called me. OMG. YOU ALL NEED TO TRY THIS. He immediately felt so bad and asked if I wanted to go shopping to replace my things. Um, hell yeah?? 

I fucked up this department store and he spent over a thousand euros. A ton of high end make up, Calvin Klein underwear, cute sleep set, lingerie, a few outfits, and last but not least a beautiful handbag. This was one of my big sugar goals this year, get a guy to buy me a designer bag. I’m so happy to have met my goal so fast. 

The weekend goes on and he ends up telling me he’s in love with me. Umm what. Obviously I play along but this dude is really like obsessing over me. Keep in mind we still haven’t gone past kissing, and he’s still hanging on everything I say. I guess I must’ve been looking off looking sad cause he asked me what’s wrong and I said I just need to pay my rent on the 15th and I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it. Without a beat he says he’ll pay it. As were walking he slips 1000 euros in my pocket. Holy shit. 

We all go to dinner together with his friends and Bunny and we ended up ordering a ton of food and Bunny said she was feeling a little sick. I was like biiih go to the bathroom pretend like you threw up so we can dip out with the CASH. i swear to god you guys me and Bunny are the ultimate scam duo, we are true actresses at heart. We pulled off that stunt perfectly and got the fuck out of there. 

This dude is really in love with me, and me and Bunny did some research and found out he is a multi millionaire. I am going to milk the hell out of this in any way I can, I think I can eventually get things like a car and an apartment from him. Within 48 hours of knowing me he’s shelled out close to 3k, and all we’ve done is kiss/cuddle!!! Bless the sugar gods. Still recovering from the shock. 

Originally posted by beamlyus

“Stop saying jellyfish are people to they’re NOT people”

“Stop saying fist me daddy come on guys”

“Keemstar is quite the meme now”

“imagine if you were doctor who, he has 2 hearts right, and you had 20089 hearts”

“I can’t even count because I never learned Maths”

“Guilty pleasures? Googling sexy bearded men”

“Let’s look at this minion meme, see if I want to kill myself”

sung “bee movie is my favorite movie evveeeerrr”

“I’m not screaming I’m your daddy”

“I’m not a screamer”

“I feel gross when I go on Facebook”

“Twitter is on point today”

Screamed “FEED ME DICK CAKE”

—  Alex, IHE kamcord live-stream 30th may
things i heard from the lovely couple next to me
  • (i went to see captain america civil war today, and the couple next to me were amazing. seeing as i don't know their names, i'll refer to them as guy 1 and guy 2)
  • me: i'm really sorry to point this out, but my ex is sitting a few seats down from you guys and he keeps glaring at you
  • guy 1: well we'd better give him something to glare at, then
  • guy 2: *kisses guy 1*
  • (bucky took a hold of a running motorcycle and picked it up while someone was on it)
  • guy 1: *stands up* WHAT THE FUCK
  • guy 2: yeah, what the fuck? sit your ass down!
  • (steve just kissed peggy's niece in front of sam and bucky)
  • guy 1: sam and steve are going to have a long conversation in bed, followed by hardcore sex
  • guy 1: if only tony were there, he'd probably just do it to steve on the car in front of the chick
  • guy 2:
  • guy 1:
  • guy 2: are you telling me that we have been dating for over a year now, and you don't fucking ship stucky?
  • (steve and tony were fighting)
  • guy 1: that is some crazy foreplay
  • guy 2: do you have a blood kink or something, jeez
  • (later, during the same steve and tony fight (bucky was fighting too))
  • guy 1: steve and tony are going to have some crazy sex after all of this
  • guy 2: no, steve will be too busy with bucky
  • guy 1: not a chance. a couple is going to have crazy makeup sex, and it's not stucky
  • guy 2: well it isn't us either
  • (after the movie had finished)
  • me: you two had some pretty great conversations
  • guy 1: (his whole face was blushing) sorry you heard that
  • guy 2: i'm not. hey, do you ship stucky, stony, or stam?
  • me: stucky all the way
  • guy 2: at least someone has some fucking sense
You know what I need in ep. 16

Flynn obviously knows a lot about Lucy and Wyatt. So in the next episode at some point I want Flynn to purposely call her ma'am to piss her off and she freaks out like “I have had it up to here with people calling me ma'am!” And then proceeds to slap him then you hear Wyatt say “Okay I won’t call you ma'am anymore” and she just whips around and goes “Not you! You are allowed to call me ma'am! Actually you are the only one allowed to call me ma'am!” And she just glares at Flynn and says “you have that journal you should know this!” And he just smirks at them and says “I did know. I see you have your guy back. No making out on the job okay?” And then just walks away leaving Lucy and Wyatt staring at each other and finally Wyatt says “So I’m your guy huh?” And she says yes and Wyatt hugs her and the hug somehow turns into a kiss, and you hear Flynn in the background say I knew it and start fangirling. And then we all die from the feels.

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Ryan Adams: The First Time I Was Rattled by a Heckler
Ryan Adams recalls the night at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville when a distracting voice in the crowd shouted out a request: a song by Bryan Adams.
By Ryan Adams

By the time Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings came out to sing on my song “Bartering Lines,” the vibes were tense. We got to the quietest moment where it is just our three voices a cappella, and suddenly that voice yelled the song that would then follow me for nearly 15 years: “Summer of ’69,” by Bryan Adams.

Before I could start the next song, the voice bellowed again. I recall looking down the long, dark aisles to see the security guards doing nothing. Had this never happened before? People were yelling, and a small scuffle seemed to happen in the back. I so desperately just wanted to play.

I finally had enough and piped up: “Who is it? Who is shouting? Tell me who it is!” I asked the person to raise his hand so I could see him. He did not. Finally people pointed furiously to a seat not far from me in the front. I walked down the few wooden steps in front of the stage to the aisle where all the fingers pointed.

By the time I got there, I was so angry. I felt humiliated, but what else could be done? Either way I had lost something. Unlike a more seasoned comic or musician, I didn’t have the experience to ignore a situation like this, or to use wit to turn it around. I felt a kind of disappointment and disillusionment that I had never known — and it was in front of a thousand-plus people.

As I approached the heckler’s wooden pew, I was shocked. He was only a few years older than me. Unshaven, bleary-eyed. He had on a baseball hat and seemed so drunk that his limbs hung from his sides like a broken doll. His eyes were like two poached eggs waiting to break. The anger left me, and I instantly felt bad. No one was there for this man. No one stopped him.

I said, “Hey man, if you were trying to ruin the show you succeeded, but I need to try and finish this — it’s my job.” I pulled out two $20 bills and said: “Here is your money, please take a taxi and leave here. Go home and take an aspirin. Please. Leave.”

I walked back to the stage. People applauded. The fourth wall was destroyed in the worst possible way. But this moment, where I decided to do what the security and the people around him would not, felt genuine. It is what I would have done if I were in the audience.

I would soon know the worst of it. A journalist in Nashville had taken the facts of that night and written a tale of madness: It said, more or less, “Ryan Adams throws out fan for requesting ‘Summer of ’69.’”

I was now a joke. All of my hard work was lost in a story picked up by The Associated Press. I soon became an attraction for people who wanted to pay money to hurl insults at someone. They wanted to yell that song like it was some magical power that would transform me into a Golem.

But that was the beginning of who I am today. All of the humor and self-deflection I would ever learn came from that night. I am now grateful for it all. I know the nature of people. I know how they will throw insults and rock a boat just to watch a person go over the side. But I know they are not all cruel. Away from the stage lights, I would study others and look for that good.

I became the person who would send an email every year to the genius writer of that song on his birthday, which is also mine. I would learn how to show empathy, or fight for myself, or make fun of it all, and shine some love on that lonely, crazy person we have all stood next to before, screaming into the night from the shadows. I toasted the last drink I ever drank to that heckler the day I cleaned up.

10 Points to Hufflepuff

Summary: Dan is the typical cocky Slytherin while Phil is a shy Hufflepuff. Dan has had a thing for Phil since the third year when they worked on potions together. Not knowing how to show his affection towards him, he chose flirting in the most shameless way.

Words: 1341

Genre: Fluff, Crossover, AU, Jealous!Dan

Pairing: Phan

Warnings: Slight swearing

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“Lester, Lester, Lester.” I yelled too enthusiastically, as soon as I saw the hot nerd in glasses walk into the class. He huffed, rolled his eyes and sat next to me, turning his head the other way. I grinned seeing how he was trying to look annoyed but that blush covering his cheeks just proved me the opposite

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okay so today at lunch this boy and girl sat next to me and at first I’m like ?? tf get away but then the boy tells the girl as he not so subtly points to this dude on a bench nearby “that guy is cute right? I mean, I’m not gay, but he’s pretty cute” and he’s literally BLUSHING I can see his cheeks are red and I’m laughing cause he reminded me so much of Lance and the dude on the bench as Keith and now I really want a HS AU??

Marine Science

What can I say, I’m on a roll today! Hope you guys are managing to keep up with my muse. This fills an anonymous request for a SpencerxReader in which they go to the aquarium.

“Ooh, I love this part,” I said excitedly as I tugged on Spencer’s hand. He laughed lightly as he followed me into the next area of the aquarium. It was the sea turtles, which I think are amazing. Spencer was being a very good sport about this particular date, which had been my idea. Although after the trip to the movies to see that horror film that had given me nightmares the week before, I figured he owed me one. The aquarium is one of my favorite places to be. I love the lighting and the soothing way the water moves. And, obviously, the animals.
“Look, Spencer,” I said excitedly, pointing to to a group of turtles. “They’re so cute.”
“They’re very cute,” he agreed, and as I glanced at him, I found that he was looking at me and not the fish. I turned away, hiding the faint blush that I could feel creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. He smiled as I turned away from him, and I felt warmth deep in my chest. That’s what Spencer does to me. He’s incredibly intelligent and he gets on many people’s nerves with his constant rambling and never ending stream of facts, but not me. I find him fascinating, and I am able to see past the outside. I see a loving heart and a gentle spirit, laced with a protective side that rivals a mother bear at times. Spencer is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and I love him deeply. He’s perfect to me, flaws included. We moved through the turtles and onto the river otters. They’re also one of my favorites because of their playful nature and family values. I laughed as I watched them jump in and out of the water, swimming curiously up to the glass to look at Spencer and I. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Spencer watching me with a tender smile on his face and squeezed his hand lightly. He returned the alight pressure and I smiled at him.
“They’re adorable,” I sighed.
“You’re adorable,” he answered quickly and I laughed.
Our playful banter grew soft as we entered the area where the jellyfish are housed.
“Did you know,” he began, his voice the only sound in the serene, dimly lit area, “that jellyfish can clone themselves? If a jellyfish is cut in two, the pieces of the jellyfish can regenerate and create two new organisms. Similarly, if a jellyfish is injured, it may clone itself and potentially produce-” I turned to him mid-fact and braced my hands against his shoulders, leaning up to press my lips to his. He startled, but didn’t take long to reciprocate, his hand finding it’s way into my hair while the other rested on my back. After a glorious moment, I pulled back and opened my own eyes just in time to catch his lashes fluttering open to reveal his bright hazel eyes. I smiled at him.
“What was that for?” He asked and I shrugged.
“When you talk marine science to me, it makes me want to kiss you.” He grinned.
“In that case, I know lots of fish facts,” he said, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I tangled my fingers with his as he continued to tell me about the cloning abilities of jellyfish, and I knew that I was hopelessly in love with who was possibly the most handsome genius on the planet.

What’s In A Kiss (VMin)

☛ Help, my husband wants to kiss me one thousand times in one week, but he really overestimated and I don’t know how to tell him.

✘ ~1k words, married VMin, domestic AU, for @ughjeon 

“What’s with the long face?” Hoseok says the minute he sees Jimin walk in.

Jimin flops down on the couch next to Hoseok with so much force, he almost dislodges the elder.

“It’s Taehyung.”

They’re at Taehyung and Jimin’s place, and for once, Jimin is glad Taehyung is always home from work a lot later than Jimin is. A deep frown crosses Hoseok’s face in a confused daze when Jimin says that.

“I thought you both just celebrated your five year anniversary two days ago.”

“We did, but- ”

“And you guys spent all day feeding each other cake and making the rest of us gag with how disgustingly in love you both looked back then,” Hoseok points out. Jimin groans, leaning back against the pillow so that he’s facing the ceiling.

“Taehyung came up with on his ‘plans’ yesterday.”

“Uh oh.”

Exactly,” Jimin says, throwing his hands up in frustration before turning to face Hoseok, face pulling the most serious look Hoseok has ever seen on him.

“Okay, first of all, I love Taehyung. I love everything about him. His cute butt and and his pretty eyes, his burnt breakfast pancakes, the way his voice sounds at 4am, the works. I’m in love with everything about him.”

“Bizarre, but in your case, understandable.”

“But, and don’t tell him this,” Jimin’s eyes flash warningly at Hoseok, and Hoseok makes a cross sign against his heart, “isn’t he maybe just a little unreasonable sometimes?”

“Sure, everyone’s unreasonable sometimes,” Hoseok says, shrugging, but Jimin isn’t done.

“He said that we have to kiss as many times in one week as the number of days we’ve been married.”

“I, uh- ”

“Hyung,” Jimin says, panic clear in his whispered squeal, “that’s 1825 kisses. In one week. He’s actually serious. He’s even keeping count. We’re barely at 150 yet.”

“Jimin, calm down -”

“I think he grossly overestimated and I don’t know how to make him understand that, hyung. It’s only the first day and I think my lips are going to fall off. I have literally never been happier to go to work in my entire life.”

“And tomorrow’s a weekend,” Hoseok points out unhelpfully as the doorbell rings. Jimin throws Hoseok a tired look as he opens the door to an extremely excited Kim Taehyung.

“Hi, honey,” Jimin says, trying his best to keep a semblance of a straight face.

“Hey,” Taehyung says, pulling Jimin in for a long kiss that leaves Jimin blushing and breathless all at once. At least, till Taehyung squeals out a triumphant148, at which Jimin’s face falls as he mouths to Hoseok ‘see what I mean’.

“We were just talking about you, Tae,” Hoseok grins at Jimin, the picture of innocence. Jimin’s eyes flash warningly at Hoseok and Taehyung hums, taking off his shoes.

“Oh really? What about?”

Jimin looks at Hoseok in panic, and Hoseok mouths ‘just tell him’.

“Just talking about when you’d get home,” Jimin says in a strained voice, which Taehyung thankfully misses in his attempts to wrestle off his socks.

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt anything,” Hoseok says, standing up and making his way over to the door. Taehyung, cocks an eyebrow at him and shrugs.

“Stay if you want, hyung.” Hoseok laughs, looking over at Jimin and grabbing him by the arm.

“I’ve been here for ages anyway,” Hoseok says, which is a blatant lie, because Jimin knows he’s barely stuck around for fifteen minutes.

“Plus, Jimin had a long day,” Hoseok explains hurriedly, showing himself out, but not before whispering a harsh ‘just tell him the truth, he’ll understand’.

“You okay, babe?” Taehyung says, sitting down on the couch later, face the picture of concern. He looks so worried, Jimin feels his chest constrict. “You didn’t tell me work was hard.”

“It wasn’t that hard,” Jimin mumbles, sitting next to Taehyung and looking straight into his eyes. ‘I have to tell you something.”

Taehyung nods enthusiastically, fingers running through Jimin’s hair.

“You know how we’ve been married five years, right?”

“Right,” Taehyung grins, punctuating his agreement with a soft kiss against Jimin’s lips. Jimin ignores the way his stomach flips at that and forges ahead.

“And I can tell you anything and be honest about it, right?”

“Right,” Taehyung says, leaning in to peck at Jimin’s lips again. “That’s 150.”

“And you really won’t get mad about it, right?”

“Right.” Another kiss, this one a little more lingering so that Jimin has to catch his breath. He’s quickly losing his resolve and he has to mentally kick himself for how easily swayed he is for anything Taehyung wants. Like that time they had gone to Tokyo for their honeymoon and Jimin had sat through a whole day of the Build-A-Bear convention centre, even though Disneyland was a five minute drive away, just because Taehyung had wanted to make one for the kid’s they’d have someday.

“Because you love me, right?” Jimin says at last, voice barely a whisper, just loud enough for Taehyung to catch it as his eyes flicker at Taehyung’s lips.

“Absolutely,” Taehyung whispers back, fingers reaching to the back of Jimin’s neck just as Jimin places his hands on either side of Taehyung’s face and tilts his head. Taehyung grins a little and kisses Jimin so hard he sees stars and he’s floating up, up and away till the only thing that brings him disappointingly to reality is the fact that he needs to breathe.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Jimin complains when they break away for air, pouting. Taehyung laughs, lightly shoving Jimin’s arm.

“What was it you wanted to tell me?”

It’s not like Jimin remembers. Or wants to.

“Think we can make it to 300 by the time the weekend’s through?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling and Jimin thinks offhand that maybe that’s exactly what he’d been trying to say all along.

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Before Zoeya could stop her, Nano was already stepping into the limo. Lalnable’s “gun” was pointed directly at her and Fifi, if she moved, Fiona would take the full blast…

Lalnable activated the alternate fire on the rifle, which is why Nano instantly submitted to doing as he said. Oh well.. at least the limo is heated, and out of the rain…shame about the company though. Also, yes, Zoeya has healing powers, shame it can’t get rid of the paralytic effect.

This page was not fun to complete, hence it’s lateness. I had so many issues with the angles and my own skill level hindering what angles I could draw. I then figured, you guys would be just happy to see the page and could probably forgive me for any shittyness I may see in the artworks itself. Anyway, next page should be fun for me, so it shouldn’t be as late. As a side note, it’s oddly disconcerting, for me, seeing Lalnable’s innocent smile as if he’s done nothing wrong while Zoeya is screaming Fiona’s name in the background. Heh heh…

anonymous asked:

The most awkward situation. A few wks ago this guy from school & I started messaging. We now have a sc streak and even though we message & sc heaps, there's nothing going on between us. Basically, my friends found out I was talking to him & today he was near us at lunch & my friend sitting next to me says "hey ___" & pointing from me to him. It was really embarrassing & I don't know what to do cause now he probs thinks I like him. Should I message him and be like "sorry about today" argh!!!

Ahhh 😁 yeah send him a snapchat and see what he says ! Nothing to be embarrassed about he’s human just like you…

@solidifiedsins replied to your post “// Things I’d like to RP. Enemies. Or at least, extreme dislike….”

(( Please make Reed take a bath. At this rate He’s going to start growing mold under his stanky armpits. ))

okay I irl gagged we REALLY need to get Reed to bathe >_>

@fearunfulfillment replied to your post “// Things I’d like to RP. Enemies. Or at least, extreme dislike….”

navigating the game sounds like a dream bc seeing as how sarcasm got u points quite a bit i’m imagining snarky elves that are some how charming the nobles and being super confused about it. “I just told one lady that her shoes were tacky and like- 3 people approached me to praise me??” “Yeah, a guy bumped into me and told me to watch it, and after I responded that next time I’ll make sure I put eyes on the back of my head I got an invite to a dinner?”))))))

omg the best mental image! Accidental popularity!

one time i rsvp’d for a show and didn’t go. the next day, a complete stranger messaged me on facebook asking where i was.

a guy i was avoiding found out that i frequent a certain venue and started going there almost every week. at first, he’d text me to see if i was going to a show beforehand. any time he’d do that, i’d skip the show. he caught on and stopped asking. now he just shows up. he was never one to go to shows before or during our time as friends, but now makes it a point and seeks me out every time. i even asked him what his deal was and he said, “i like surprising you.”

another person bombarded me with texts a couple hours after a show because i didn’t come up and talk to him. in that conversation, he completely described my outfit and interrogated me about every other person i spoke to that night.

none of my friends share my music taste, so i often go to shows alone. it opens me up to be approached by these types of people. i don’t take my boyfriend because he’s expressed a desire to become violent in such situations and i don’t feel like dealing with the repercussions, including not being welcome back to the venue.

i have a lot of anxiety surrounding shows now. i have a lot of anxiety doing a lot of things now because of this. 

sad part is i know i’m only one of many. and that the same people i’m talking about do this to people all the time.

i never want some shit like this to stop me from going to shows but damn.

Okay but now I really am getting emotional over Steve and Tony as Actual Co-Leaders of the Avengers because like

Tony seems like the kind of person who has so many thoughts racing around at any given time that to really focus in on one train, he has to talk it out and force himself to think linearly (cue JARVIS and the bots). We see something like that in Avengers, when Steve and Tony are talking about Coulson and then Tony takes off trying to figure out Loki, and by bouncing his thoughts off of Steve, he realizes he already knows where Loki is; and that’s echoed in AoU, when they’re actively working out their next steps at Clint’s farmhouse. 

So like

I like to think that, somewhere between Avengers and AoU, as the team comes together to shut down all the rogue HYDRA bases and look for the scepter, this becomes something of a ritual: before every raid, Tony and Steve wander off alone so Tony can rattle off every possible scenario he can imagine given what they know, and then Steve strategizes accordingly. And they both know they can’t possibly plan for every single scenario – and it’s fine, they’re both very practiced improvisers – but they at least have a unified sense of what COULD happen and how they COULD react. As co-leaders. As a team.

T O G E T H E R

(look what you made me do @knightinironarmor ;P)

so there’s this ridiculously great violin shop in baltimore city that my professor took me to one time to have my violin adjusted. it was amazing and there’s basically no point in me going anywhere else to have work done on my violin. 

but from home, this violin shop is like an entire hour away. 

so it’s way inconvenient to just make a dedicated trip up there JUST for that. 

so my parents are always like, “oh, we can go next time we have other reasons to be up there” which was like, ok, that’s fair.

so today i find out all last minute that they are going to baltimore city for some stuff. im like, “if i call the violin shop and ask if they can fit me in, can we stop by?”

they were like, ok. 

but now my dad is acting all salty bc ~he wanted to stop at a sports bar and watch the gaaaaame~ during the only available time for the Violin Adjuster Guy to see me???? 

Like??? If I had had it my way, we would have gone to this shop WEEKS ago. but noooo, they wanted me to wait until it was more convenient! so i did! But now suddenly it’s not so convenient anymore and he’s trying to make it my FAULT! I’m so annoyed. 

At one point actual TUE Dan escapes and finds Danlet and is like ‘What is this pitiful approximation of me?”
And goes to slaughter the smol ghost. 

But Danny is like I SMELL EVIL OLDER SELF KILLLLLLLL
And rushes in to have a great big ‘ol battle.

and Danlet sees firsthand how fukin’ crazy strong Danny is, and if the guy had actually set his mind to it, he could probably obliterate the lil guy. 
But Dan taunts Danny, and Danny finally finds that inkling of protectiveness over the tiny child. 

And when they’re next to each other, its really easy to see the difference. While the cores feel similar, one is full of malice while the other is a sad longing wrapped in fear. 
So Danny and Vlad (who arrives shortly afterward) save the day, and lock Dan up again. 

Danlet is just like… 

“Is that what you see, when you look at me?”