this edit freaks me out

I’ve been seeing a man in my backyard for the past two nights

Story by reddit user Opinionson

To start I need to give some background:

I am a male who lives in relatively nice neighborhood

It’s your average small town run of the mill suburbs area with not a lot of people.

I am a college kid who’s home on break while my parents have gone away which doesn’t help at all.

I have a two story house

I do not have gun nor do I have any real weapons other than kitchen knives

I am not on any medication and I have no record of schizophrenia or any other mental illnesses

I barely have any relationships with my neighbors most of whom are elderly and the rest I have minimal contact with

I do not have any people in my neighborhood (that I know of) who have reasons to attack or harm me

Now, let’s get into what has been happening. About two nights ago I woke up very late in the night and I went to the bathroom to go take a shit. Now, my second story bathroom has a window that can see the entirety of my backyard. Directly behind it is a cul de sac which you can see directly into. There is a group of trees and pile of rocks and mulch that divides it. Usually I can see everything in my backroom without turning on my because lights from my neighbor’s house dimly lights the room.

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Jackson Wang for Vogue China

  • Lance: hey Keith,, I overheard ur conversation with Pidge,, so, u have a crush on someone??? Who is it ;)?
  • Keith: ahahahaha woo my crush??? Ahahah wow suddenly I dont remember also I think I have to wash,..... my cat,, u h wATS THAT ALLURA I'll be right there *leaves*
  • Lance: ......???
  • Pidge: in case u couldnt tell he has a crush on you
  • Lance:
  • Lance: OOOOHHH
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Rei + being worried about Nagisa (◕‿◕✿)

Wait. HOLY SHITE. UNDERTALE COLLECTOR’S EDITION??? WITH SHEET MUSIC??? AND AN ILLUSTRATED STORYBOOKLET BY TEMMIE??? AND. AND. A FRICKING EFFING HEART LOCKET WITH A MUSIC BOX???

AND NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS???

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Originally posted by justchasingghosts



I need to get one *.*

It’s My Honour

    (A/N: This is loosely based around the headcanon I had about Tony loving to dance and Pepper using it as a way to calm him down.)

        “Tony?”

     Pepper’s voice was gentle, soft as she called out his name from the doorway of his cluttered workshop. Tony paused his tinkering on the arm of a new and improved Iron Man suit, glancing up in surprise to find the CEO of Stark Industries watching him from across the room. “What do you need, Pep,” he inquired, his tone still slightly distracted as he let the screwdriver he was working with fall with a loud clatter to the counter. Without thinking, he then wiped his now free hand across his damp forehead, leaving a trail of black oil in its wake, although he certainly didn’t notice.

     Pepper smiled at Tony in the sweet way that she seemed to have reserved just for him. “Nothing, really,” she began, hugging her iconic clip board to her chest. “It’s just… It’s getting late, Tony.”

     “Is it?” he asked, genuine surprise coating his voice. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, feeling the extensive weariness that dwelled there. Tony opened one only to peek over at his lovely girlfriend. “I’m sorry.”

     Again, with that damning smile. “Hey, it’s alright.” Pepper paused, tilting her head to the side in silent consideration before hesitantly walking over to him. “I’m just a little worried. About you,” she confessed, carefully setting her clipboard down on Tony’s disorderly counter.

    He opened his other eye, grimacing slightly as her worried expression came into full view. Immediately he began to remove the robotic limb from his arm if only so he wouldn’t have to look at her. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, Pep.” Tony stretched out arm, relieved to no longer have the bulk of the metal weighing it down. He then glanced down at his hands only to find them stained a greasy black from the oil he had also been working with. Quickly he wiped them off on his already worn and filthy jeans in an almost ashamed manner. “Sorry.”

     Pepper’s lips quivered slightly as she cautiously raised a pristinely clean, white clad arm and rested her hand on the side of Tony’s face. She brushed a gentle thumb along his cheekbone and that gorgeous smile returned in full swing albeit a bit sadder than before. “It’s fine, Tony. I don’t mind.” He knew she wasn’t just talking about the oil. That was a mess that could be cleaned.

     “I know.”

     Pepper wound her other arm along the back of his neck, her fingers just grazing his jaw line. “You want to tell me what this is about Tony?” she questioned, the inquiry simple and innocent with no underlying maliciousness.

    “Would you believe me if I said I don’t really know?” Tony asked, his tone honest and uncharacteristically vulnerable. Without him meaning them to, his fingers twitched, desperate to get closer to Pepper but scared that they would taint her, stain her beauty. A surprising metaphor that perfectly summed up his current feeling towards her.

     Observant as always, his favourite CEO noticed the small, distressed tremble of his fingers and immediately removed her hand from his face so she could intertwine those said fingers with her own. “Tony,” Pepper murmured, rubbing her thumb, instead, along the back of his hand. “You know I don’t mind a little dirt.” To prove that last statement to him, she pulled Tony closer towards her, silently urging him to wrap his arm around her waist. When he did, she beamed at him, the expression gentle and adoring.

     “I’m going to ruin your clothes, Pep,” he grumbled, irritated by the griminess of his hands.

      “And I said I don’t care, Tony,” she responded, her tone determined yet still undeniably soft. “Anyways, I believe we have more important matters at hand.”

     Tony’s mind raced, hundreds of meanings attaching themselves to Pepper’s last remark. Good and bad, lovely and irksome. Although the fear quickly eased itself into his head, staining the positive thoughts like the oil stained his hands or Pepper’s white jacket. She simply had more work for him to complete and she’s upset with him and just biding her time until she can confront him were the most common qualms that plagued his mind. “And what would those important matters be, Ms. Potts?” Tony inquired, feigning his usual coy mannerism that he had been missing these last few weeks.

     “If I’m not mistaken,” Pepper began, noticing the doubts and insecurities that lay behind the false coat of bravado in his tired, brown eyes. “You owe me a dance, Mr. Stark.”

     There was no mistaking the relief that washed over his features in that moment. Tony gaze flickered downwards to where their hands were intertwined and then back to Pepper’s lovey blue eyes. Suddenly, for what felt like the first time in forever, he broke out in a wide grin, uncaring and genuine. “It would be my pleasure Ms. Potts,” he conceded, dipping his chin slightly in what he wanted to appear as elegant acknowledgement but probably looked more like goofy bashfulness.

     The two spun in a slow circle, swaying gracefully in time to the beat of a non-existent song. “By the way,” Tony added, letting go of her hand to wind his arm around her waist to join his other. “I find it rather disconcerting for you to use my deepest, darkest secrets against me.”

   Pepper snorted snaking her arm around his neck. “And what secret would that be, Mr. Stark?” she inquired, teasing him as amusement shined in her wide eyes.

     He rolled his eyes, the action exaggerated and comical enough to make her smile brighten and the sadness creep away from her eyes, even If it was only just a little. “Don’t make me say it out loud, Pep,” Tony stage whispered, as he led her in an elegant spin.

     “Say what out loud?” Pepper responded, her tone innocent and mildly curious.

     “Cruel,” he remarked casually shaking his head disappointedly at her. “Has anyone ever mentioned how cruel you are Ms. Potts?”

     “I have no idea what you’re talking about Mr. Stark.”

     “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Tony drew her a bit closer to him, his hands pressing gently into the small of her back. He dipped his head slightly so that his lips were almost directly next to Pepper’s ear as he murmured, “You know most people would consider it rude for you to extort my love for dance in this way.”

     “Extortion!” she exclaimed, pulling back a little so she could look into his eyes. “And how, may I ask, would I be extorting you Mr. Stark?”

     Rather than respond with his usual wit, Tony simply gazed at Pepper, trying his best not to smile at her like a lovesick fool. “You do realize I’m called a genius for a reason,” he remarked, leading her into a quick, breathtaking dip.

     “Are you now? Because, to be honest, I haven’t really noticed.”

     “Ha-ha, very funny, Pep,” Tony said drily yet completely fondly. He lifted her back up and they resumed their rhythmic swaying. “But I’m serious. It’s very kind of you but you know you don’t have to dance with me every time you notice that I’m feeling a bit down.”

     The laughter quickly faded from Pepper’s face leaving in its place a wistful sadness. “Oh Tony,” she whispered, pulling him in close and resting her chin on his shoulder. “Of course I have to.”

     “Pepper-“ His tone became distant and tinged with a familiar bitterness. He tried to pull away from her but she kept him there, close to her.

    “Of course I have to,” Pepper interrupted, unwillingly to let Tony fade away from her again. “You give so much to everyone else you deserve a little peace of your own from time to time. And if dancing gives you that, Mr. Stark-“ She drew away from him for a moment only so she could make him do a small spin under her arm- “Then it is my honour to dance with you.”

     If Tony had been a more emotional man, he would’ve wept at the knowledge that he had someone as good and pure as Pepper in his life. At the moment, though, he simply sent her an awestruck smile and pulled her in close, once again. “What did I ever do to deserve someone as perfect as you, Ms. Potts?” he inquired, pressing his face into shoulder, breathing in her clean, fresh scent. The smell of Pepper- his Pepper. For she was his. And he was hers.

     “I’m not too sure, Mr. Stark. But you have me, and that’s all that matters.”

Literally me every time i come up / I see a new theorie on who killed jason blossom.
ALL OF THEM ARE AS GREAT AS THE NEXT, LIKE WTF, I SERIOUSLY HAVE A THEORIE FOR every. single. person. THAT LIVES IN RIVERDALE AND A MOTIVE AND EVERYTHING.
(this is freaking me out like hell)

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But I know what to say now. I have thought about you and I like you, and I like being with you. And..maybe I feel the same way. So the next time you tell me you love me, if there is a next time, I’ll say I love you too.