these things are actually happening in my house

Ok but you know what trope I love and don’t get NEARLY enough of?

Accidental sex

“Anything you can do I can do better INCLUDING THAT” sex

“You played a prank on me and now I’m going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot” sex

“You made an inaccurate assumption about *insert sexual or sexuality misnomer here* and I’m going to teach you the truth” sex

“You think you’re so smart so I’m going to teach you a lesson” sex

“Do you think I look good/hot/provocative in this? Wait is this turning you on???” sex

“You don’t know what *insert kink here* is and I’m really bad at explaining things and now we’re doing it oops” sex

“I bet I can dance/move/act like that and I don’t even have to be a dancer/stripper/actor/whatever wait are you turned on?” sex

“I lost a bet to you and the circumstances were supposed to be a joke but I took them seriously” sex

“You were joking about something and I took you seriously” sex

“You seem to think that __ won’t feel good and I intend to prove you wrong” sex

“You’re intentionally getting under my skin so I threaten to spank you/playfully spank you and now you look like you just got banged against a wall” sex

“I didn’t know you were a sub and when I called you a good boy/girl you almost cried” sex

“I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir/Ma'am you almost jumped me” sex

“Playing a prank on our freinds to make them think we’re a couple and now we’re in bed together” sex

“I’m fixing you *insert appliance/furniture/house thing hee* for you and now I’m sweaty and half naked and you’re drooling” sex

“I noticed the way you were watching me eat this popsicle so I purposely started making it an inuendo and now we’re both hot and bothered” sex

“Haha that thing they do in movies/porn/online is so corny like no way that’s actually hot haha oops it is” sex

“Freinds can totally watch porn together and nothing can happen…. no they can’t” sex

“I showed you *insert sexual thing here* as a joke but you’re actually turned on” sex

“You found my sex toys and I teasingly offered to demonstrate them welp here we are” sex

“I started pretending to dirty talk to you an hour ago and it stopped being pretending 58 minutes ago” sex

“All I’m saying is that I’ve been told I’m a good lay, wanna find out?” sex

“You said you don’t like __ but I bet the people you were with just don’t know how to do it, I, however, have experience and bet I could make you like it” sex

“We platonically slept together last night because of circumstances and we both woke up horny” sex

“This started as a tickle fight and it isn’t tickling anymore” sex

“We’re just bros being bros and doing something 100% platonic but somehow we’re turning eachother on because of not-so-burried feelings for eachother and we can’t make it stop” sex

Accidental sex ok?

anonymous asked:

I bring to you beyoncè's lemonade and a home - made tiramisu as a sacrifice. Is it enough to tell us about the Cat - racoon Incident?

man, you guys are bored today, because in ten minutes ive had ten requests for this. so i will briefly tell the story of the cat-raccoon incident.

in most of the camps we stayed at, there were cats. dogs, too, but the cats were everywhere. food stores and garbage that a good-size camp needs means there’s a high chance of rats or mice, and one of the best ways to deal with that problem was a good mousing cat. so most every camp had a couple hanging around. the officers mostly turned a blind eye to them.

there was one camp we were at for a few months, and the mouser there was this huge fluffy grey lump they called Kilroy.  (it was not a very original name; i think i met six camp cats called kilroy) Kilroy was a remarkably lazy cat, when he wasnt hunting, but also pretty friendly. he was also an amazingly warm personal heater for whoever he decided to grace with his presence. that being the case, he was welcome in most barracks when the weather started to go cold. 

mice are active at night, though, so often he would linger in the kitchen until a couple hours after sundown, then head to the nearest barracks and scratch at the door until somebody let him in. 

one chilly night in february, there was a scratching at the door of our barracks at nearly two in the morning. we were all asleep and even when it got loud enough to wake us up, none of us wanted to move. but it persisted. so eventually falsworth got out of his bunk–he was closest to the door–let Kilroy in, and got back in bed. 

Kilroy ambled a few steps in, then started heading for gabe’s bunk. which was when gabe and falsworth realized that what had been let in wasnt a Kilroy.

it was a raccoon. 

i dont know if gabe had some sort of raccoon related trauma in his past or if he just hates them in general, but he screamed and bolted upright in his bed. which woke the rest of us up, quite startled, and, since we were in bunks, resulted in about half of us hitting our heads on the upper bunks. dumdum, who’d insisted on sleeping top bunk, lunged awake so hard it actually tipped the whole bunkbed over, and wound up spilling him and happy sam on the floor. 

all the chaos caused the raccoon to be terrified, and it started running around, looking for an exit. all of us were tangled in blankets, and most of us had no idea what was happening, and the only two who did were gabe and falsworth. gabe was screaming like he was being attacked by a six foot spider, and falsworth had started chasing the raccoon around. the rest of us were yelling, trying to figure out what was going on, and there was this angry bright-eyed thing running around, scratching and biting anyone who came near. soon enough, it cornered itself behind steves footlocker, but it kept biting at anyone who tried to grab it.

at that point we’d made enough noise to wake half the camp. peggy, who’d been staying nearby in the ops center, stormed over to see what was happening. she burst through the door like an avenging angel and found a squad of battle hardened commandoes with bedhead, wrapped in blankets, two bunks overturned, gabe still yelling, and half of us bleeding from raccoon bites. 

she marched in , stole steve’s blanket, tossed it over the raccoon, bundled it up, and carried the whole thing right back out of the barracks. 

when she came and found us at the medic’s after she’d let the raccoon loose in the woods, she was not impressed to discover that every single howlie had somehow gotten injured, either from the raccoon itself, by blundering into each other in the dark, or by falling out of bed.

 I can’t stop thinking about how if you’ve only seen the Les Mis musical, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between real subplots in the Brick and fanfiction….Because the Brick’s actual real subplots sound exactly like fanfiction

I mean this “fanfiction” is actually a canon book subplot:

Javert and Marius team up buddy-cop style to take down a deadly gang of criminals who are planning to ambush Jean Valjean.

 Marius very predictably screws everything up (because he’s a DORK why did Javert give him a gun?? Why did he give him two guns?????) So Javert has to save the day practically single-handedly. He does this by making snarky comments and saying badass one-liners until this armed and deadly gang is so afraid of him that they just lay down all their weapons without putting up a fight.

 Valjean escapes in the confusion (to Javert’s extreme disappointment) but all of the gang is arrested….with the exception of Montparnasse, because he’d ditched his lookout duties to flirt with Eponine.

The next morning Javert goes to Marius’s house to tell him How Much He Screwed Up. He arrives to find that Marius isn’t there…. because he’s literally packed all his bags and moved houses to avoid talking to Javert again. 

Javert isn’t really surprised. You kinda get the feeling that things like this must happen to Javert a lot

this is all actual canon

anonymous asked:

Aliens reactions to humans irrational fears. Like they are so confuse because the thing is not threat to the human but the terrifying human is scared shitless of like a butterfly or something equally as dumb.

-Human and alien comrades on a break visiting earth

-Human is wearing a reddish shirt with black dots. Something random they grabbed out of their closet that morning

-Shortly after arrival, alien remarks that the human is matching the local fauna, and did they plan it that way? Does this creature have any significance?

-Human looks down to realize a ladybug has landed on their arm

-Human proceeds to f r e a k  o u t and get that thing off me ick ick ick

-Alien did not expect this

-Is it dangerous oh no it’s bright red didn’t the human say bright colors are poisonous? Why else would the normally-calm and steady human get so upset?

-COMRADE HUMAN IS GOING TO DIE OH NO

-Ladybug flies off on its own because it’s a bug and doesn’t need this kinda of drama in its life

-COMRADE HUMAN WE MUST GET YOU TO MEDICAL SERVICES

-Human now has to figure out how to explain to the alien that the thing is harmless and actually useful in gardens but it’s just that beetles of all sorts are creepy because they just are

-This is embarrassing quick change the subject

-Oh hey alien look it happens to be autumn and we’ve got this fall celebration and there’s a haunted house my family always goes to, I bet you’d love it

-The alien is just ????? and remains that way for a large portion of the trip

  • Hufflepuff: Okay, when do you want me to wake you up?
  • Ravenclaw: Never.
  • Hufflepuff: We have the final for Charms tomorrow.
  • Ravenclaw: I know.
  • Hufflepuff: So, when should I wake you?
  • Ravenclaw: I asked Flitwick if I'd pass if I just didn't show up for the test, and he said I'd get an "A" in the class.
  • Hufflepuff: So, you're giving up your "O" in the class just so you don't have to get up tomorrow?
  • Ravenclaw: Yup.

it’s not like i’m on fire. i sort of miss being on fire. when i was on fire at least i knew it wasn’t just me, that my illness was alive, scorching. there were claw marks in everything. it was so bad it was a brand. everyone could see, you know? but now i am just lazy. now there’s nothing but empty. now i’m an adult and i’m handling thing. the fire is still burning, it’s just that most people die from the smoke inhalation, you know? like i look fine. but my lungs don’t work. i’m saying i fucked up and my future is dying. my dreams are curled up somewhere, smothered. i’m handling it really well. everything looks good. i think. it’s just i can’t even feel what’s been happening. it’s just i think i should feel what’s been happening, and i would be scared about what this means, but i can’t be. did you know you can be in the burning house and also outside of it at the same time. my therapist says this is disassociation. i tell her. if some part of me is in and some part is out, we both win. it’s just it got too heavy to carry so i left my heart in there. it might actually even be a good thing. i don’t know. i can’t tell. i can’t feel anything.

Sometimes I’ll Just Type A Single Letter ‘H’ And Get Too Scared To Finish The Word: 5 Questions With Stephen King

With dozens of best-selling novels, many of which have been turned into acclaimed film adaptations, Stephen King is unequivocally one of the most beloved and well-known storytellers in America. We recently sat down with this legendary horror writer to ask him five pressing questions about his fascinating life and incredible career.

1. What is your personal favorite film adaptation of your books?

Without a doubt Oh Great, A Boat Came Alive. They really nailed the part where the boat comes alive and everyone is bummed out about it.

2. How did your interest in writing horror begin?

A friend of mine in high school severed both of his legs in a car crash and put them back on using only his mind. Unfortunately, he hadn’t mastered telepathy and he switched left with right, plus they were backward. I immediately started writing about it, and my novel Erik The Scary-Legged Teen was published less than a year later.

3. You famously struggled early on in your career. Knowing what you know now, what advice would you give to your younger self?

What really set me back, initially, was that I kept pitching these stories about terrible things happening to an editor of a publishing house. The actual editor who I sent my novels to said that he hated that all of my stories included him being disemboweled by a dog or murdered by a car. I would tell my younger self that the main characters in my novels don’t always have to be the editor that I send my manuscript to.

4. How do you feel about Stanley Kubrik’s legendary adaptation of your novel The Shining?

I have come around to the film in recent years, but originally, I felt a little betrayed. During filming, I would ask Stanley over and over, “You will add in some things where viewers can turn pages like in the book, right?” And each time, Stanley would look right at me and say, “Yeah, yeah, Stephen. Definitely.” So imagine my surprise when the film comes out and there are no pages at all.

5. Do you ever get scared by your own writing?

Oh, big time. Sometimes I’ll just type a single letter “H” and get too freaked out about what’s coming next to be able to finish the word.

HOW TO DEAL WITH A BINGE

1. Breathe, relax, reboot.

Calm down, stop getting upset: it happened, what’s done is done. Come up with a game plan for next time. Figure out what exactly triggered you. Did you have a bad day at work or at school? Did someone say something mean to you or hurtful? Did you get too excited about the low number on the scale and figured, “I can have one day to binge since I lost so much weight.” Finding out what triggers you helps you to start recognizing the red flags that pop up when you binge.

2. Don’t count the day as lost and just keep eating.

Like I said before, start your diet again right that moment. If you’re full, don’t eat until you’re uncomfortably full just to eat. Wait an hour, and work out. Trust me, it’ll take that bloated feeling out of your tummy and make you feel less guity.

3. Do better tomorrow.

I find that after a binge, I like to starve for 2 or 3 days to a.) Rid myself of guilt and b.) Drop the weight I gain from binging. Even deciding that you’re GOING to starve the next few days will help take some of the edge off the guilt.

4. Hide the scale for the next few days.

There’s no need to get depressed after seeing that number go out. Take a break from weighing yourself to get back on track.

5. Throw away (if you can) any tempting foods.

Sometimes after I binge I think to myself, “Well DUH I binged. There was a half gallon of ice cream in my freezer, a pizza, chips on the counter, doughnuts and cookies in the cupboard…it was an accident waiting to happen.” Luckily, I live alone, so I rarely actually HAVE these things in my house, but, on occasion I’ll stash my kitchen for my boyfriend or if my family comes to visit, so as soon as they go I now know to RID my house of these things or else I’ll just binge my face off and that sucks.

6. Keep busy after a binge.

Don’t dwell on what you can’t change. Don’t google thinspo: It may make you more depressed. Take a few hours away from thinking about weight, food, calories and do something relaxing for yourself. Watch a funny movie, read a good book, reorganize your closet, anything to keep your mind from guilt tripping you. You are in control of yourself and your thoughts: Don’t put yourself down for something that we all do on occasion.

7. Make an Emergency Binge Prevention Kit to dive into before you binge.

Stock it with your favorite gum, diet drink, lolli pops, teas, coffees, etc. Whatever will help you not binge.

things that have definitely happened at wayne manor:

  • Bruce came home one day to find that Damian had ducktaped Tim to one of the kitchen chairs and just left him. Both brothers have declined to comment on the situation. Damian is grounded.
  • Damian gets his languages mixed up when he’s really tired/not feeling well. Someone will ask him a question in English, and he’ll answer in Arabic, or Chinese, or sometimes Latin. Half of the time he doesn’t even realize his mistake and the other person is left completely confused. 
  • Everyone has Pokemon Go. Steph, Dick, and Jason take it the most seriously, Tim only played until he reached level five so he could pick a team so Steph and Dick would stop bothering him about it, Damian’s only goal is to find and capture as many different Pokemon as possible, and Cass only plays rarely, when she’s bored and has nothing better to do. 
  • Jason sometimes switches over to Spanish in the middle of an argument when he’s really fired up. If he starts yelling en Español everyone knows to immediately clear the area because he is Seriously Pissed. On a more cheerful note, he has Spanish nicknames for everyone.
  • Cass is a clothing thief. It’s not uncommon to find her lounging around the house wearing Dick’s T-shirt, Tim’s sweatpants, and Stephanie’s socks. She even has one of Jason’s hoodies. No one knows how she got it. Jason doesn’t even live with them???
  • Passionate arguments about what order the Star Wars films are meant to be watched in. Actual fistfights have broken out over this.
  • Tim has a lot of food allergies (I have so many allergy headcanons for Tim but anyway…) so he keeps a stash of “safe” foods. Except people keep eating all of his allergen-free snackfoods. Damian does it on purpose to get a rise out of him, but the others are just hungry and grab the first thing they see, which just happens to be Tim’s food.
  • Family board game night happened exactly once before it was banned forever. No one wants to talk about what happened. 
  • “Dude, you can’t go out wearing that! There’s only room for one slutty sibling in this family, and I already called dibs.”
  • Stephanie technically does not live at the Manor but she’s there so often she might as well move in. She has a house key and keeps several changes of clothes in Cass’s closet. She may as well be a member of the family.
  • Watching alien conspiracy documentaries together is an approved family bonding activity. Sometimes Tim will invite Conner, who really gets a kick out of them, you know, since he’s a living alien clone conspiracy.
  • Batkids falling asleep in each other’s rooms because they stayed up all night talking and were too tired to walk back to their own bedroom. 

(btw almost all of these are based off of things that have actually happened in my very large, multiracial family. I live in a sitcom, I swear.) 

Daydreaming is my coping mechanism.
I’d rather think of a better version of me actually doing stuff like getting some writing done and reading books and actually leaving the house (what is that even?) and meeting people and letting stories happen to me rather than staring at screens all day and staying in bed till its noon.
I think thinking about things that i want to do gives me a false sense of relief. It makes me feel a perverted duplicate of an adrenaline rush. It gives me hope but not happiness. And happiness but in the form of a lie.
I know i should probably keep my hands and in turn, my brain busy doing things that i love to do so that adult me won’t look back at teenager me and only remember screens and melancholy and an empty bed. and i know i should be strong enough to fight through all these illnesses i should be brave to face my fear rather than giving in to these waves crashing in on me taking me with them off the shore.
But sometimes its just hard to resist.

Literally how I became happy.

A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
BTW THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH HAVING LONG HAIR OR A MORE SIMPLE STYLE I FULLY SUPPORT IT. YOU DONT HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON OR LIVE A WILD UNCONVENTIONAL LIFE TO BALL OUT ON EVERYONE THATS JUST HOW I CHOOSE TO DO IT HAHA. EVERYONE IS A BALLER IN THEIR OWN WAY I EMBRACE AVERAGE LOOKING PEOPLE AND WILD LOOKING PEOPLE, AS LONG AS YOURE LIVING A LIFE YOU LOVE AND CHOOSING WHAT TRULY FULFILLS YOU!!!!!!!!!!! WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE JUST LIVE IT BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT 🙌🏼
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗

Things that keep me up at night:
  • Did Rita Skeeter ever write trash again or did she actually keep her promise?
  • What happened to Cedric’s mom?
  • How exactly did Remus and Tonks die?
  • And were they holding hands or did someone arrange them that way?
  • What happened to Crookshanks? Did he stay at The Burrow during 7th year?
  • What house was Moody in? Why don’t we know?
  • Can your boggart change?
  • What was Neville’s boggart after Snape died?
  • Why didn’t Remus become an animagus? Was it because the wolf wouldn’t hold a leaf under its tongue? Or was he too exhausted already?
  • What DID convince Lily to date James?
Ok but why do I identify with Bilbo Baggins so much

• Me when I run + me when I actually leave the house + me when anything exciting happens:

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• Me when I’m asked to do things:

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• Me when displeased:

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• Me when I’m bored:

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• Me standing next to people because ~shortness~:

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• Me when people take my food:

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• Me when I’m salty:

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• And the added bonus of sharing the hobbit meal times

yesimweirdgetusedtoit  asked:

"let me tell you what I know about the feminist history of petticoats and crinolines some time" - Please do! All I've ever seen in media is the "girl-ditches-hindering-petticoats-for-pants" or other variations

Ok! I only just learned about this through my historical dress class, which is why you haven’t heard me shouting about it before, but apparently—ok. Wait. Back up. You know the 1830s/1840s/1850s, right? That was The Time When People Dressed in a Very Silly Manner.

I mean, it’s kinda pretty? if you ignore the weird proportions and hats and bows? but it’s also just so FLOOFY. And that floofy look was achieved by layering many, many petticoats on top of each other, which made getting through doors hard and made life very heavy and hard-to-move-in, carting around so many pounds of so many different skirts every day.

^1830s ladies, all day every day.

But then, thanks to the whaling industry, some clever soul realized that you could achieve the same floofy shape, without the floofs, by approximating it in steel or whalebone or canvas. resulting in this sexy, minimalistic, easy shape:

As you can see, the wire bits hang naturally from the waist, and allow for a lot of legroom beneath the dress. And because the wires are in nice clean circles that can crunch up into each other like an accordion, it’s easy to sit down, kneel, readust, or rebend your skirts to fit the occasion. And because you can control the shape of the structure, you can control the shape of the skirt placed on top of it, allowing for the design of more streamlined skirt shapes that, while still very full and floofy, can push the floofs to the back and allow one to get through doorways.

This was a revelation to the ladies of the 1850s. Look at that top image again, and imagine, like, 5-10 huge cotton or linen or wool petticoats straining to hold it up, all the weight of which is hanging from your waist and catching up against your legs all the time. Ever held a pile of cotton? It’s heavy. Wool is worse. But then you get this circular frame on instead, and you’re only holding up ONE or TWO sheets of fabric—like, your actual skirt and then just one extra petticoat for decency—and the frame lets you SPIN and SIT and SQUEEZE AROUND THINGS and oh my god!! you can move!!!!!! The ladies could get out and do things. And you know what happens when women are able to get out of their houses—they go demanding the right to own property, and the right to vote, and the right to do cool things while wearing their crinolines.

So, the crinoline (and then, later, the hoop skirt): while today maybe we don’t want them, yesterday they were the latest thing to help women get up and out from under the patriarchy, by giving them an option that preserved their femininity but let them move in freer ways. Crinolines were a stepping stone. And when it comes down to it, that’s what feminism is, in all its imperfect striding towards perfection—one stepping stone after another, with the triumph of one year seeming like the peak of sexism the next. We shouldn’t always beat up the past for trying its best—cuz how will our descendants view our push-up bras and 6-inch heels, when all is said and done?

Werewolf Boyfriend (Jack) 3

Another commissionf or @ladyccr​ and a continuation for her werewolf boy, Jack as well as for Big Billy and the citizens of Hearthway Hollow. Part one and part two are up and ready for reading.


You had always been afraid that your father was going to be something of a hindrance in your love life. He was a prominent member of the community, not to mention one of Prince Adam’s most trusted council. You were also your father’s only child, which always presented some issues for you even as a child.

While your father was a beloved member of the town, he had a reputation. He was mean and harsh. He had been a feral werewolf when he had first wandered into the town. He had come because of your mother. Your mother was a young doctor at the time and was often driving between her school and the town for training. Your father caught whiff of her, and like most werewolves, it was love. Now, being a feral werewolf he didn’t know about the courtship rituals your town held. He came into town, intent on taking your mother into the woods and fucking her until the sun came up. Instead, Prince Adam’s grandmother, Eva, was waiting on him. She saw potential in your father. He’s always been a big, hulking presence. In fact, your mother described him as terrifying when she first met him. But because he had chosen her as his mate, she agreed to help Eva rehabilitate him.

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I Know A Guy - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Marvel

It was the end of Spanish class and Peter was making his way to his locker when he heard a familiar voice call to him from behind.

“Peter hey! Wait up” he turned to see you, one of the prettiest girls in school, not to mention Of of the smartest waving at him. To be honest Peter was surprised you even knew his name. He even looked around to see if there were any other Peter’s around just to make sure you were talking to him.

“M…me?” He stammered once you approached. You let out a sweet laugh at his flustered reaction.

“Yeah you doofess” you said playfully hitting him in the arm. If he could without looking like an idiot Peter would have punched himself in the face. What a stupid response.

Peter’s liked you for a long time. Like he’s already said you’re pretty, smart, but also down to earth and really nice. You sat beside him in math and history and always said hi to him but because of his own awkwardness the conversation would never go past a greeting. Jesus Christ he’s never even heard you say his name because no matter how much you tried he never tried to talk back to you, just because he was too scared of looking like an idiot. Things were going to be different now though, becoming Spiderman has given him a new sense of confidence. He wasn’t going to run and hide anymore. He was going to have an actual conversation with you like a normal guy.

“So anyway Peter” you continued “heard a rumour that you’re friends with Spiderman. Is it true?“.

He takes back what he just said, now was a good time to run and hide. Peter instantly felt himself start to start to sweat at your question. This was all Ned’s fault. If he hadn’t blurted that out in front of the entire gym this wouldn’t even be happening. Yet again, if he hadn’t he probably wouldn’t be talking to you outside of class either.

Peter stumbled upon his words for a second or two but after taking a deep breath he managed to give you a clear and proper answer. <br>
“A…ah yeah I do. It’s no big deal” he said shooting you a nervous grin “he’s a nice guy”.

“Really? That’s so cool-”.

“Don’t listen to Parker” Flash Thompson said appearing out of no where and wrapping his arm around you’re neck. You and Peter both cringed. Flash was the opposite of you yet he acted like you two were dating. It made Peter’s blood boil. <br> “Come on, this is the guy who I heard was going to build the Death Star out of legos after school one day-”.

“Death Star? You like Star Wars?”.

Once again you found a way to surprise Peter. Smart, pretty, nice, down to earth, and a nerd. You were becoming even more appealing by the second. <br>
“Oh yeah” Peter chuckled “me and Ned are building it”.

“Cool”.

“That’s not the point” Flash interrupted once again “Parker’s a nobody. Why would a guy like Spiderman give him the time of day? He’s obviously lying”.

“Oh please” you replied with a roll of the eyes “I mean Peter’s probably the nicest guy that goes to this school. He’s probably never lied a day in his life. I believe him” you finished shooting Peter a sweet grin that could have made anyone’s heart start to beat out of their chests. His cheeks went pink at your words. He couldn’t help but feel guilty because that wasn’t true. The past few months of his life have only been a lie.

“Whatever so [Y/N] want to get something to eat after school?” Flash asked with a smirk.

“Er ah Flash I would ah love too… but I have to do something after school, sorry?”.
Peter couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug as he watched Flash walk away looking defeated, he immediately felt bad for it though. Once Flash was gone you turned to Peter. “If you couldn’t already tell I’m not actually doing anything after school. Maybe you can ask your friend Spiderman if he’d like to stop by my place?”.

“Ah [Y/N] I don’t think I can…”.

“Jeez Peter I was joking” you laughed “no dear god don’t ask Spiderman to show up at my house. I don’t want to look like a crazy fangirl. But… you know I’d actually really like it if you stopped by tonight. We could hang out? Talk about that Death Star of yours?”.

He felt as if he couldn’t breath. You of all people were inviting him over to hang out? This was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him. Well besides being bit by that radioactive spider…

“Y…yeah that would be awesome!… I mean s…sure why not?” He said desperately trying to act as casual as possible.

“Fantastic, you know where I live right?”.

“Yeah of course I do… Crap that sounded really creepy what I meant was that I’ve been there a couple times for parties and stuff. I’ll be there around six if that’s okay?”.

“Sounds great” you said giving him one last smile “I’ll see you then” with that you turned away. Peter didn’t take his eyes off you until you completely disappeared down the hall.


 Peter arrived at your house thirty minutes late. He got held up stopping a bunch of bank robbers and showed up at your house still in his suit, which he had to change out of behind a bush in your backyard.

Once he successfully stuffed his costume into his backpack, he raced to your front door and rang the door bell. A few minutes later you were in the doorway grinning back at him.

“Hey look it’s Peter I suck at being on time Parker” you teased not looking actually upset. In fact maybe Peter was imagining it but you looked almost relieved to see him, as if you were scared he wouldn’t show up. As if he’d ever do that. He’d have to be crazy to stand you up.

“I’m so sorry I had to help my aunt”.

“Don’t worry about it just come inside” you said ushering him inside. Peter gave your parents a quick greeting then you lead him upstairs to your bedroom. Your house was really nice, definitely better then his apartment in Queens. Peter couldn’t help but look at the family photos hanging on the walls. After all these years your smile managed to stay just as pearly white. There were a lot of photos of you and your friends from school too. You really seemed to have it made.

“I’m happy you came over Peter” you said once you both entered your bedroom and you shut the door behind you “you’re in a bunch of my classes and I’ve always wanted to hang out, you seemed really nice. I’m happy we’re finally doing it now”.

“Me too” he replied sitting down on your bed. Soon the smile on his face faded into a frown. He wasn’t being honest with himself. No way someone like you who had a nice house, such good looks, and so many friends would want to be around someone like him.
“Look I know you’re only talking to me because I know Spiderman or whatever” he finally muttered making your smile vanish as well.

“Are you joking?! Peter the Spiderman thing was just an excuse so I could start a conversation with you. I mean all we’ve ever said to each other before was hello. I really like you for you. You’re smart, funny, sweet. Honestly I would have tried to talk to you before but I didn’t think you liked me. You know because whenever I try to talk to you you hardly respond”.

Peter went red.
“Oh that. That was really only because I was nervous about talking to you”.

“It seems like we’ve both have been wasting a lot of time huh?”.

“Yeah”.

“Well I don’t want to waste anymore time then” you said popping down on the bed beside him “tell me about Peter Parker and for gods sake don’t bring up Spider-Man. I just want to know about you”.
Ironically if Peter was to tell you truthfully everything about himself he’d have to bring up Spider-Man but just as you requested he skipped through that part.

You two talked for what felt like hours. He told you about his Aunt and you made him promise to introduce you to her. He learned a lot about you too. You both laughed a ton, turns out you were really funny. Another thing to add to the list of things that made you amazing.

Eventually your dad knocked on the door and announced that it was time for him to go so reluctantly you walked him downstairs to the front door.

“This was fun. Really Peter I can’t remember the last time I met someone so easy to talk to. Thanks for stopping by”.

“Trust me it was my pleasure. Thank you for putting up with me for this long” he chuckled making you laugh once again. Did he mention that your laugh was cute because it was. If he could have it as if ringtone without it being creepy he would. “See you tomorrow Pete” you said and too his great shock you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Even after you closed the door he was left standing on your porch blushing like a maniac. He said before that being bit by a radioactive spider was the best day of his life. That was lie. Today was by far the best day of his life.

Reporting Animal Cruelty as a Veterinarian.

People can be wonderful, but they can also be absolute sewerweasels, and sometimes those weasels own animals and cause them to suffer. If they bring that animal into the vet clinic and follow the recommended treatment plans to alleviate that suffering, then everybody is doing what they can to help that animal. Sometimes, however, people present an animal to a vet clinic and don’t follow the recommended treatment, don’t come back for rechecks, refuse to give medication, take the animal home against medical advice or are suspected of causing direct injury.

And it’s very difficult in this situation as a veterinarian to do what’s right by the animal. There are things you can do if you can identify the animal’s owners hurdles: sometimes we do rechecks or euthanasia for free on welfare grounds, or get the owners to bring the animal in twice a day for staff to administer medication and all of these solutions are okay. They take extra effort, but both owner and veterinary team are on the same page in terms of the animal’s care.

However there are times when an owner is obstinately not doing things in the best interest of the animal, outright ignoring medical advice, or when you have concerns about that animal’s welfare and you will be tempted to report the situation to your RSPCA or other relevant animal cruelty investigators.

The difficulty here is that as a veterinarian, there may be concerns about the client’s privacy or how reporting them will reflect on the business. However, sometimes it needs to be done.

Some points to consider before reporting clients to the RSPCA (or your equivalent) are:

  • Have you done what you can do to improve the animal’s welfare?
  • If a client bags you out on social media for reporting them to the RSPCA, it makes the client look bad, not you.
  • What outcome are you hoping for the animal and what can the RSPCA do?

Local situations will vary depending on what country you’re in, but in Australia the RSPCA can do simple welfare checks on the animal, can mandate they seek and follow veterinary advice, or seize the animal.

If they do a welfare check and find out that the animal is actually fine, or they’ve gone to another clinic, that’s great! The animal is getting care and you didn’t have to go to an angry stranger’s house to find out. If not, things can now happen.

People that have been visited by the RSPCA and told to seek veterinary attention usually do not return to the same clinic they think has reported them. The outcomes of such visits in my experience are broadly speaking:

  • There is nothing actually wrong, but somebody needed to check.
  • There is something wrong that the owner’s didn’t know was wrong, or didn’t know could be treated.
  • The animal is euthanized.

Some people are more belligerent to work with than others, but if they actually care about their animal they are usually willing to work with you towards better welfare if you are willing to work with them.

So how do you report clients without compromising your professional integrity?

An animal owner is going to be more than a bit miffed if they find out their veterinarian has reported them to animal welfare. While all reports are anonymous clients may guess, especially if you’ve had strong words about the welfare of their animal recently. They can’t prove it was you, but they can be suspicious. You don’t have to admit it was you when confronted either, but it breaks any trust you had.

As awkward as it is, the best way I’ve found to report clients to the RSPCA whilst maintaining your professional integrity is to tell them you are going to do it. Ideally phone the number while they’re still in the room. The benefits of this are:

  • You don’t need to lie.
  • You prove you’re serious.
  • You prove you’re not intimidated by the animal’s owners.

This also means your nurses wont report the client in their spare time away from work, which you’d probably get blamed for anyway. For some reason nobody ever seems to suspect nurses of reporting them.

If you’re intending to report animal cruelty, you need to have fairly strong convictions to make the call, so you might as well stand by them. By all means discuss the case with other veterinarians in the practice, sometimes clients will be more amenable to different staff members, but if you are going to make that call, stand by your own decision.

anonymous asked:

Ok so I've been wondering about this for awhile but what would the bros do when they accidentally see their 4'11 smol s/o wearing their clothes, high and mighty, while impersonating them, but really flustered when they got caught, ex. Iggy heard his s/o say something like "I am the coolheaded Ignis, and all of you are grounded for, uhh, something" or Noct's s/o "bow down before your prince, ohh, and as the future king, I hereby declare that carrots are banned" thank you :3

Gladio

  • Gladdy had come home early from a job and wanted to surprise you
    • it was late, probs a little past midnight
  • he did his best to unlock the door to the apartment as quietly as he could so as to not alert you and ruin the surprise
  • as he came further into the house, making his way to your shared bedroom, however, he heard you talking
    • it didn’t sound like there was anyone else in there with you and there was no weird pauses that indicated a phone call
  • so our dear gladio gently pushes the ajar door open some more so he can see wtf is goin on
  • there you are standing on the bed in nothing but an oversized shirt doin your best impersonation of gladio
    • you did your best to lower your voice to match gladio’s which damn was that a feat in and of itself
    • “I am the manliest man to ever man”
    • “I eat nails for breakfast”
    • “do you even lift bro?”
    • “I can bench press a behemoth”
  • there’s this stupid smile on gladio’s face as he watches you and finally he gives himself away when he begins to laugh
    • you nearly fall of the bed

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Park // Colby Brock

Prompt: Im too lazy for one …. :)

Warning: Swearing, cuteness

A/N: Please leave requests :)

COLBY’S POV

She was so gorgeous. Here I am laying next to literally the perfect girl and I dont even have the balls to ask her out. She was totally my type and literally everything about her is just so perfect.

She’s gorgeous, sarcastic, funny, and so many other things. Nothing can describe how perfect she is. I was supposed to film with Sam but I forgot and I’m guessing he did too. He also I guess rescheduled the midnight game for another night.

I sighed and stood off the couch and turned off the TV. I picked up Y/N bridal style and carried her to her room.

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YOUR POV

I rubbed my tired eyes and sat up looking around my room. I stood up from my warm bed and dragged myself down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Good morning sunshine.” Sam looked up from his phone. He was sat at the kitchen counter as Colby was looking around in the fridge.

“Morning Sam.” I rubbed my eyes once again. “Where is everyone else?”

“Work and other things.” Colby answered but didn’t bother to look at me as he grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge. “The normal thing that adults do you knoww.”

“Oh.” I replied simply. “Is there any coffee?”

“Uh yeah Elton just made a fresh pot, it’s over there.” Sam pointed in the direction of it.

I poured myself a mug of hot black coffee and took a sip. “You don’t add sugar or anything?” Colby asked with a look of disgust on his beautiful face.

“Nope.” I shake my head and sat in the seat across from him.

“I am going to Kat’s today and Colby is going where ever he’s going, are you okay with being here alone for awhile?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, of course.” I nodded and took another sip of the warm beverage.

“Okay. Elton is probably staying at Amanda’s and I doubt Corey will be home until late tonight so you’ll have the house to yourself.”

“That’s great, I get to binge watch some shows.” I grin but really I just wanted to be alone do I could cry. Something I haven’t done in a little while

“By some shows do you mean Teen Wolf perchance?” Colby asked and I nodded.

“I was planning on watching American Horror Story.” I said. “But Teen Wolf seems morr appealing.”

“Okay well, we’ll seen you later.” Sam said and Colby kissed the top of my head before following Sam out.

“Yep.” I nod. “See ya. Have fun at Kat’s and you too with whatever you’re gonna be doing Colby.

“He’s probably gonna masturbate all day.” Sam said and my nose scrunched up in disgust.

“That’s gross, Sam.” I cringed.

“Very. But also a little true” Colby agrees.

—-

Sam and Colby left about an hour ago and I was all ready to just lay on the couch and watch Teen Wolf but my phone rang.

(Italics: Gwen / Bold: Colby)

Hello?

Heyyy

What do you want, Colb?

Why so grumpy?

I was ready to watch a show but you interrupted me.

Well, I’m bored and have nothing else to do or go alone soooooo come onnn

Fine, are you picking me up?

Yeah. Be there in an hour.

Bye.

Byeeee.

I hung up and jumped off the couch. I ran up the stairs and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.

I put on my normal makeup and some red lipstick then grabbed a fast outfit. {Above} I left my hair down in its natural waves and headed down the stairs. I still had about 30 minutes until he got here.

I’m here. I looked at the text and smiled. I grabbed my purse off the couch and walked out the door. I opened the passenger door and slid in.

“So, what are we doing?” I asked as I buckled my seatbelt.

“I was thinking maybe we can just go to a park or something. I haven’t been to one in awhile.

“Okay.” I nod and he drives away and off to the park.

—-

“This is gorgeous.” I say in awe as I look around the park. There was a huge gorgeous lake next to it as well.

“I know I love it here.” Colby smiled and dragged me over to the swings.

I threw my flannel onto the ground and sat on the swing. “Can you push me?” I turned to Colby and he nodded and began to push me softly.

Soon I was pretty high and the wind was blowing my long hair around.

“So Y/N, tell me about yourself.” Colby continued to pump his legs but looked at me with his beautiful eyes. You and Colby had only started talking like this about a week ago and it was great.

“What do you want to know?” I asked and turned my head towards him.

“mmmm favorite things, passions, everything.” He smiled at me.

“Uhm I really like to read, I love music, one of my passions is most definitely acting or singing. I used to do a lot of plays in high school and I loved it.” I say. “Oh and my favorite color is probably black or navy blue.”

“You like to act?” He asked.

“Yeah uh, I like to pretend to be someone I’m not because it makes me forget how shitty my life is and I can live in the persons life that I am acting as.” I say.

He hummed in response and rubbed his chin. “What?” I ask as I noticed the weird look he was giving me.

“Oh nothing.” He smirked and jumped off the swing.

I watched as he pulled out his phone and began taking photos of me. I squealed and cover my face and I jumped off the swing and crashed into him.

His phone fell and so did we. “Well that was fun.” I laughed and looked down at Colby who was under me.

“If you call breaking every bone in my body fun.” He groaned and I Laughed, standing up and putting my hands out to help him up.

-

About an hour passed and Colby had already hurt himself about 5 times. I loved watching him fall off of everything around him.

“Shit.” I heard and turned to see Colby on the mulch. I laughed and held my hand out to help pull him back onto the play set.

“Alright I think we both have enough scrapes. Let’s go home now.” I said and he groaned, shaking my hand up and down since he never let it go when I helped him.

“Nooooo.” He whined.

“Yes come on.” I intertwined our fingers and dragged him to the car.

He groaned the whole way but once we got to the car we let go and got in. The whole way home we listened to music and danced.

Being with Colby made everything better. He was the one thing that could get my mind off of my dead family. I looked over and him and smiled to myself.

When we got home Elton fired questions at us, well mainly me.

“Where were you?” “Why didnt you guys call?” “I thought you were kidnapped since I know you dont leave the house alone.”

“Elton I’m fine, I was with Colby all day.” I assured him.

“Jesus did you guys beat each other up? You’re all covered in bruises.” Elton examined my legs. I looked down and back up.

“Yeah Colby likes to beat me.” I smirked and Colby started explaining what actually happened.

Elton nodded and I started up the stairs. “Wait Y/N. Do you want to film a video?” Elton stopped me.

“What kind of video?”

“We’re gonna go to suicide bridge. You down?”

“Yeah I guess.” I shrugged and went upstairs so I could shower and change.

When I was finished getting ready {outfit above} in warm clothes since I knew I’d get extremely cold later tonight I went and laid on Colby’s bed, waiting for him to shower.

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COLBY’S POV

I got out of the shower and walked yo my room with the towel on my waist. When I entered I saw Y/N curled in a ball. She must’ve fallen asleep waiting for me.

I smiled at her and quickly got dressed while she slept. “Wake up!” I yelled and jumped on her when I was fully dressed.

She screamed and kicked up, hitting me in the balls. I doubled over and fell on the floor in pain. “Shit Colby I’m so sorry!” She said and fell on the ground next to me.

“Kiss it and make it feel better?” I said with my eyes still squeezed shut.

“You wish.” She said and kissed my cheek instead of my balls.

“Yes I do wish.” I winked in pain.

“shut up.” She laughed and waited.

When my balls finally felt like they weren’t in my stomach she helped me up and dragged me down the stairs and to where Elton and everyone me as waiting for us.

“Were you guys fucking? We heard loud noises.” Sam smirked.

Gwen’s nose scrunched up in disgust and she shook her head. “I fell asleep waiting for him and he jumped on me and scared me so I accidentally kneed him in the balls.”

“Yeah accidentally.” I joked and rolled my eyes playfully.

“I can do it again if you’d like.”

“No please.” I put my hands over my jeans to protect me against any sudden blows.

“Alright you guys ready?” Elton asked as he picked up his camera. The room filled with “yes” and we all walked out to Elton’s car.

-

Once we got there Elton sat up his camera and we filmed the intro. While we filmed the into Y/N stood between me and Sam with her head down.

Y/N held onto the Ouija board with one hand and the other was laced with mine. Her hand was cold and she was shaking. I didn’t know if it was from fright or she was just cold but either way I held her close to me.

This was our third time being here and I felt as though out of us all Corey and Y/N would be the most scared.

“I know we’re descending into hell right now but 30,000 likes and Y/N and Colby will kiss” Elton smirked behind the camera.

“No we won’t.” Y/N denied and flipped Elton off. I wouldn’t mind kissing her but I also didnt want that to be our first kiss.

On the way down we saw a car and heard a few things. Y/N held onto me tightly but didn’t say she was scared to anyone. The last thing she said since the camera came out was her telling Elton no about the kissing thing.

“Ouch!” I heard Y/N screeched and I turned to her with concern. There was a cut in the middle of her hand and it was bleeding.

“Shit Y/N what happened?” Elton rushed over to her.

“I’m not sure.” She said snd showed the camera her hand. “Damn that hurt.” she laughed it off.

“Alright well if you’re okay then let’s get to our spot.” she nodded and we all continued our way.

-

YOUR POV

We played the Ouija board and after a few questions we got to one asking if we were gonna die tonight.

“Fuck.” I groaned as I felt something go down my face and onto my lip. I was behind Elton since I didnt wanna play. I looked up and seen that Sam’s nose was bleeding.

“Guys?” I asked and they all turned to me. Elton’s flashlight went onto me and I wiped my nose and there was blood on my fingers.

“What the hell!” Colby rushed over to me and looked at my nose. “What happened?”

Everyone was freaking out and I was pretty calm, even though my nose was all bloody. Sam was pretty calm as well. Elton handed me something and I cleaned myself up.

After awhile of them freaking out and playing the game we all decided we would go to sleep. It was Amanda next to Elton and then Sam then Corey.

I sat up with Colby since I knew I wouldn’t sleep. I never sleep.

Colby soon passed out and I just stood on the wall with my head against it and eyes closed.

“What the fuck!” Corey shot up and was yelling over and over. We all looked at him with confusion as he explained that someone pulled his blanket.

“Guys can we leave?” I asked and grabbed Colby’s hand for protection. He held me close and looked at Elton asking if we could leave.

They all nodded and got the equipment and began running. We finally got to the top and made out way to the car. Once we got there we did the outro and went on our way home.