this is what i spent my sunday doing

Poor Ciao Ciao…

The song in question.

I’ve had this in my head since reading chapter 8. I cannot really art, and what even are your eyebrows, Cestino?  but I had to get it out of my system, and it wouldn’t have worked as a text post or chat.

I’ve finally depleted my stock of stupid posts about UMFB&MHA, at least until Sunday. Welp. So soon. Am I even ready?

jealous | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

prompt: 28- “shut up, just shut up!”

a/n: this is work of my newest lil bean co-owner davina!! please leave a warm message in our ask box or down below so she knows you guys are loving her work!! leave request my babies!!

it’s been two months since Reggie and I started dating, two truly beautiful months.

we’ve been best friends since the kindergarten so we practically grew up together, even though our families hated each other for unknown reasons.

because of that, we decided to keep our whole relationship as a secret. so the two of us were happy, at least for a while.

it was Sunday night and as a weirdo that I am, I spent it watching my favorite horror movies. Suddenly, I heard tapping on my window. I hurriedly stood up and grabbed my flashlight.

“Who… who is it?” I stuttered.

“Michael Myers” I heard a familiar voice. It was my beloved significant other, Reginald Mantle.

“Reggie?!” I was upset and creeped out.

“What on earth are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Now, now, can I come in or not?” He said trough laughter. I quickly dragged him inside my room, trying not to wake up my parents.

“So? What is so important, Mantle?”

“Look" he sighed

“Will you come to the match tomorrow night?”

“The football match?“ he nodded. 

“Reggie… I don’t think we…” “Y/N…”

“My parents will be there!” I halfshouted

“I’m sick of these secrets, Y/N! You are my girlfriend, my soulmate. I would kill for you, I would take you on a journey to heaven and show you to the angels. I care about you more than I care about their reaction.”

he grabbed my hand “please” he whispered

I was truly touched with his words, so I decided to say yes to the match.

“Fine.” I sighed

‘What could possibly go wrong?’ I thought. well, I wasn’t right.

I spent the whole day thinking about the match and my boyfriend. I hoped that my parents won't be there, regardless to the fact that my older brother was in the team too.

“Y/N?”

unexpectedly my best friend, Veronica approached me

I met Veronica last year and we have been friends since then. Best friends, actually. In attempt to grab my coffee, she realized that I was in fact wearing a Riverdale Bulldogs shirt underneath my denim jacket.

“You are not going to that match, right?”

“I am, actually.”

Even though we were besties, I haven’t told her about my relationship with Reggie.

“You… have some something you wish to tell me?” Crap, she knew me well. She knew I was hiding something.

I shook my head “No, I do not.”

That was a terrible mistake.

It was finally 6:30PM. I grabbed my phone along with my car keys and left the family house.

i was terrified and excited at the same time. The stands were full, this surely was an important match for the Bulldogs. All of a sudden, Veronica appeared in front of me.

“Veronica?” I gasped.

“What… what are you doing here?" "I'm a cheerleader, silly” she laughed.

the situation was getting worse and worse “Are… are my parents here?” I asked the raven haired girl in front of me

“Oh yeah. They are with your brother in the changing room.” Boom. That was it. It always gets worse.

“Veronica… I have to tell you somet….”

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the annual Riverdale High vs Kingsley High match.” I was cut off by the host.

“Listen, I gotta go. See you later, okay?” She kissed my cheek and ran away to her River Vixens.

I quickly sat on my seat in the stands, waiting for my boyfriend to appear.

I saw my parents, sitting there, without even noticing me. My anxiety hit me.

Suddenly, a strange group of boys in lather jackets sat next to me. I couldn't recognize them, they weren't from our school.

“Hello there, beautiful” One of them spoke, grabbing my shoulder.

“I… I'm not” I was fearful. I tried to pull down his hand

“… and now we welcome the Riverdale Bulldogs and our one and only, River Vixens!”

“I have a boyfriend” I whispered, my voice was shaky. On spur of moment, the Bulldogs appeared, with my boyfriend in the first row.

“He doesn't have to know, babe” He tried to press his lips against mine.

“No!” I slapped him. That caught my boyfriend's eye.

“Hey!” Reggie said to the guy next to me.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

“What do you think you're doing?”

He was furious. The guy in the lather jacket stood up.

“Reggie…” I tried to calm him down. The whole crowd, including my parents, was staring.

“If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend, I will murder your ass!"  He said with anger in his voice. Tears started forming in my eyes.

Everybody started clapping and cheering "Reggie?!” I whispered.

“My… OUR parents, we cannot…”

“Shut up, just shut up.”

He sensually kissed me and the clapping became even louder.  I saw my parents, sitting there, laughing and clapping with the rest of the crowd.

I was happy, for the first time in my life, I was actually happy. I loved Reggie, the way his eyes met mine. He surely was a jealous type, but if you weren't jealous every once in a while, you wouldn't be in love.

SILVER SPOON: Part 6 [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too lol)
Office au
Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

A/N: So this was a pretty long part haha so I’m gonna insert a “Read More”/ “Keep Reading” link for it. I don’t really put them in cause I don’t trust that they always work ;_; so please let me know right away if it isn’t letting you read more!

Originally posted by aoikemi

          The following morning was filled with sad goodbyes from your family members. Yoongi had dropped the bomb after breakfast and you thought Jin and Taehyung were going to cry on the spot. Honestly, you also couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread inside you, not since you received the text from the Chairman last night. But seeing Yoongi’s bright smile and how excitedly he announced the end of his punishment, you figured he was happy about returning to his fancy apartment and his comfortable bed. I mean, who wouldn’t? And it’s not like you wanted him to stay at the farm forever either.

           You watched your mother fuss over him before you two made your way to the bus with a gentle smile.

           "Make sure you eat well. Pack a big lunch. Eat a hefty breakfast. And if you ever want me to pack you a lunch, just give Y/N a heads up. And if you want to come visit on weekends, you’re more than welcome to. I’m sure the boys and the girls would love it.“

           "Thank you mom.” Yoongi grinned and let her give him a tight hug and a few kisses.

           Jin and Tae squeezed the life out of him and you had to pry Yoongi out of their grasps in order to make it to the bus stop on time.

           "I’ll e-mail you hyung!“ Tae bellowed as Yoongi waved and chuckled.

           "I’ll write you letters and have Y/N deliver them to you!” Jin shouted.

           "Oh please don’t make me do that.“ You groaned.

           Yoongi laughed and ruffled your head. "I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

           You huffed, trying not to look flustered at his subtle action. The effects from yesterday still weren’t worn out after all.

           Soon enough, you two fell into a comfortable silence as you trudged towards the bus stop. It was just going to be you two heading to work today. Leo stayed behind in order to pack everything they had brought with them. Then he would head to Yoongi’s apartment to make sure the building was ready for his return.

           You realized that this was the last time you were going to have a companion on this stroll and on the agonizingly long trip to and from work. You frowned at the thought.

           As usual, you two climbed onto the bus and claimed the back row. Yoongi smiled as he stared out the window.

           "I’m actually going to miss this view.“

           "Well, my mom said you’re welcome to come whenever.”

           "Will you be okay with that?“

           You blinked. "Why not?”

           He snorted. “Have you forgotten I’m your boss?”

           You blushed. Right.

           "Oh well…I mean…you do whatever you want anyway…“ You tried to find an excuse.

           He chuckled. "You’re right. I just didn’t want to be ‘inappropriate’ by your standards and regulations.”

           You smiled gently.

           "Oh. Here.“ Yoongi rummaged through his bag and handed you his Ipod.

           You raised an eyebrow questioningly. He chuckled and grabbed your hand, placing the device into your palm.

           "You asked me yesterday what it was that I was interested in.” he closed your fingers over it. “And it was actually you that pointed it out to me a few weeks ago. I thought it was a normal interest that everyone had, but when I thought about it, I’ve always turned to music my entire life. It’s been the most consistent and comforting thing for me.”

           You glanced up at him, surprised. You didn’t think he was mulling over what you had said candidly and spontaneously last night, so it shocked you to hear that he had been thinking about it deeply. When you looked into his eyes, you recognized his serious gaze, but there was also a sprinkle of worry laced into it as if he was nervous about your reaction to his answer. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up and you looked down at the IPod.

           "So what would you like to do Mr. Min?“ You asked lightly.

           He grinned. "I would like to find a way to run a business related to music. I don’t know exactly what kind yet, but I think I’d like to take my time figuring it out.”

           You giggled and nodded. “I’ll look forward to it then.”

           "It’s yours.“ Yoongi gestured to the IPod. "I spent last night organizing my music and making you playlists for you and your family.”

           "What?“ You stared at him.

           "I think it’d be more fun doing farm work with a bit of music.” Yoongi smiled. “And I think your bus ride would be more enjoyable too, because I’m not going to be here to entertain you.”

           He grabbed the IPod and turned it on. “I made you a 'Work Work’ playlist when you’re doing last minute documents or something, a 'Farm Girl’ playlist, '3rd Sunday Parties’ playlist, and when you’re having a hard time falling asleep there’s a 'Lullaby’ list too. Oh and there’s a 'Strolling’ playlist when you’re walking to the bus stop or to work…”

           You tuned out the last few playlists he was explaining because you were busy studying his facial expressions. He was so close to you and he was talking so animatedly that it filled you with awe. So this is what he looked like when he was passionate about something. You admitted that you were going to miss having him around for some reason. It was nice to have someone that you could talk to about work and the farm life, someone to travel with, and someone that got along easily with your vivacious family members.

           "And I told Leo to leave the charger at the farm. I’m sure you know how to use that.“ Yoongi glanced over at you and found you looking at him intently, with softness in your eyes. He searched for what type of emotion you were displaying, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Unlike other times though, you weren’t shying away from his eye contact and he felt himself leaning closer to you. As if realizing what you were doing, your eyes widened and you tensed up. He grinned, his face mere centimeters away from yours.

           "Finally realized how handsome I am?” he cheekily jeered.

           You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I was just amazed. I didn’t you’d actually be interested in anything.”

           Yoongi cackled. “I’m amazing, aren’t I? A man of many talents and surprises. A genius.”

           You groaned and shook your head.

           "Do you like it though?“ he asked nervously.

           You blushed and nodded. "Yeah, I love it. Thank you, Mr. Min. It’s so thoughtful.”

           He beamed, and you wondered if his smile had always been so dazzling.

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05.03.17

Another day dedicated to my thesis! It’s still very much in a vague, abstract form, but after a weekend spent doing very preliminary research, I’m starting to get a blurry understanding of what I want to do. I told my mentor that I would get the proposal draft to him by Monday, but that’s starting to seem very unlikely, so I’m aiming now for Tuesday. We’ll see…

I hope your Sundays have been well! Aren’t these hedgehog stick markers cute? The package says “Composure creates time to the full”. I could not agree more!

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I spent a big chunk of this lovely Sunday morning reimagining my pedalboard. The drawing is crude, yeah, but it’s really just about making sure there’s room for everything. When it comes time to build it, as the bottom picture of my current setup shows, it’ll be tight. I pride myself in my technical craft as much as I do in my artistry.

I’m at something of an inflection point, musically. I don’t really know what the next ten years of my music sounds like yet, but it seems almost certain to be pretty different from the previous twenty. It feels like time for the high-gain, multi-channel amps which do a bunch of things pretty well but none of them fucking amazingly to give way to a single-channel vintage amp that does only one thing but does it fucking amazingly along with a new complement of pedals to offer different sonic possibilities.

To spend a lot of time on gear planning while being unsure of where the music is going probably seems backwards. One probably ought to decide on a musical direction and then shop for the toys to support it. But I’m going at it the other way intentionally. I find myself playing and creating what sounds good given the tools at hand. Give me a gained up, scooped-mid half stack and I’ll naturally start to shred. Give me a spanky clean silverface twin and a Strat and I’m likely to bang out funk licks. And so on. The tone I’m going for here is a moderately compressed mid-gain crunch, something where I can back off the guitar volume into something fairly clean, or crank it and stomp on the red channel of the Full-Drive for a sustainy solo tone. I also need room for a reverb pedal since my Marshall doesn’t have it, and I want to add my looper pedal since that seems like an interesting way to go as an artist. I know that once I have those tones underneath my fingers, the music I want to create—I am loathe to use either of the terms “Americana” or “roots rock” but they at least get you in the neighborhood—will come from it. I write with guitar in hand, literally. I have to get into the right aural idiom first.

So. Those new pedals mandate a bigger board and travel case, and since I’m going that way, I’m going to add a Timefactor and a second distortion based on the old Muff designs in case I need that “alternative” rock tone again. At 36″ x 14″ there’ll still be room on the board to spare in case I want to expand later. 

This project represents a moderate-to-severe financial and time commitment, and I’ve got a ton of other stuff to do. But the events of the last four months, globopolitical and personal, have impressed upon me very deeply. Life’s too short for bad tone.

PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 5)

Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s note: I like drama way too much for my own good hahahah here is part five guys! Sorry I let y’all waiting for too long. Now, I’m finally home and I can write as I used to. Also, please go show my beta writer Alyssa (@imyourliquor-youremypoison) some love. She is always taking time to fix my mistakes and helping me to improve. Check her fics with Chris too, because they’re incredible!! Let me know what you guys think about this part.

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my bechloe fic rec masterpost

Recommending Bechloe fanfictions is apparently what I’ve decided that I do on this blog, so this is the masterpost with my all-time favourites. All of them have excellent plots, are really well written and – the most important thing – their character depictions are on point. In my opinion.
Hope you agree, hope you enjoy.

  • Experimentation by @redlance
    About Chloe’s whispered offer back in the tent at the retreat and what we all wish had happened afterwards, basically. This fic also happens to kind of be the Bible of Bechloe Fanfics™.
    Words: ~21k. Chapters: 27/?. Read on AO3 or ff.net.
    –(Bonus: anything by Redlance is great, really. I once spent an entire sunday going through her fics. No regrets.)–

  • stare into the sky until we’re blind by @thecousinsdangereux
    A roadtrip, pretend dating, all the chemistry and everything you didn’t know you you needed until now.
    Words: 23k. Chapters: 5/5. Read on AO3.

  • And Everyone Wins by @pipgoeswild
    AU: Beca as a single parent, her and Chloe being domestic as shit and slowly falling in love. Prepare for a real slow burn and all of the fluff.
    Words: 80k+. Chapters: 23/?. Read on AO3.

  • this love ain’t enough to leave you by @lismicro
    AU: Aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell and journalist Chloe Beale meet on a two day long bus drive to Los Angeles.
    Words: 9k. Chapters: 1/1. Read on AO3.

  • You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess is Mine) by @emilyjunklegacy
    “The one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love.”
    Words: 31k. Chapters: 1/1. Read on AO3.

  • Be Still My Heart (Cause It’s Freaking Out) by @a-writer-of-things
    “Beca has a one-night stand with Chloe and is more than surprised when she learns that the redhead will be starting an internship at Barden Hospital where she is an attending.” Aka the Hospital AU you didn’t know you needed.
    Words: 58k. Chapters: 27/27. Read on AO3 or ff.net.

  • You Will See Me Come Undone by @teacupsandbechloe
    Beca and Chloe kind of have a game going on who can flirt harder… Little one-shot with unestablished Bechloe. Great build-up. Much sexual tension and humour.
    Words: 12k. Chapters: 1/1. Read on AO3.
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Sunday

  “And so, this world should be ours. It was the plan at first. We have since offered an alliance of sorts-”

  “An alliance? You are in no place for that! Didn’t my grandfather spent the past 50 years or so conquering your planet?”

  “There isn’t much to conquer on Sixam! Look, calm down.”

  “I don’t know what you are planning Xes, but I want nothing to do with it. How many times must I tell you this? I know how you aliens work, I have no interest in carrying babies!”

  “Now, now, it’s really not that bad!” 

Shock Confession

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Pairing:
 Steve Rogers x Reader
Request:
 Could you do a Steve one shot (possibly could be made into 2 shots I don’t know) about how Steve had a crush on the reader for a long time and they’re best friends and work together with like every mission, and one night at like 2 a.m. he comes to their apartment and tells them he loves them and the reader doesn’t answer because they’re in shock and he ends up leaving broken hearted, you can write the rest
Warnings: Jealousy
Notes: Thank you all for being patient with me, I am slowly but surely getting through your requests, I start work tomorrow so i’m sorry if there are no imagines out tomorrow. Everything is a bit hectic at the moment but i will try and organise everything for you guys by the end of the week. Anyway enjoy!
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You and Steve had been best friends for as long as you could remember, you did everything together. He pretty much lived at your apartment. Which is why when he cancelled on you last minute tonight, claiming he had a mission to go on, you didn’t believe him for a second. You always went on missions together, you two worked incredibly well together, and his ordered ways and your air of chaos seemed to compliment one another perfectly. So why would he be sent on a mission without you? He had been acting weird all week. Maybe something was bothering him, though you couldn’t think for the life of you what it could be. Well except…

 You’d had strong feelings towards your best friend for a while, though insisted upon keeping them to yourself, you couldn’t damage your friendship like that. Because of this last Saturday night you decided to go on a date with someone Nat set you up with, even though she seemed to be trying to discourage you from going through with it, just to try and forget about your feelings for Steve for one night. When you’d rung him up to tell you would have to cancel your movie night his phone cut out very quickly, leaving only a static sound at the end. It freaked you out to be honest; Steve never ended a call with you without at least saying goodbye. Immediately ringing up Natasha to find out what had happened. “Hey Y/N what’s up?” Her cheery voice buzzed through the receiver. “Hey Nat, do you think you could check on Steve, our call ended really abruptly and now he’s not answering his phone.” You pleaded with the red head. “Sure, I’ll go check and text you what I find.”  She answers, immediately hanging up. A few minutes later your phone buzzes on your lap. “Hey Y/N, sorry about the abrupt ending to our call, it seems my phone is broken, have fun on your date and see you Sunday? – Steve :)” You read frowning slightly.

 Of course the date was then an absolute bust, you spent the whole time worrying about your friend and barely listened to what the man across from you had to say. You even found yourself comparing him to Steve in every possible way, that was not how you wanted it to go. Sitting on your sofa you thought about your failed relationship and close friendship with Steve, why couldn’t more men be like him? He was perfect in every way, well at least to you he was. Looking up at the clock on the mantelpiece you read that it was 2 o ‘clock in the morning. Sighing you lifted yourself up from your seat and trudged to your bedroom. As you turned the light off in your living room you heard a small knock at your door. Picking up the gun under your table you creeped towards the door. Pressing your eye to the peephole you saw a rather battered looking Steve leaning against your doorway.

 Throwing open the door you pulled Steve into your small apartment. Flicking lights on as you went you pushed him down onto your sofa and headed to get your medical kit. “Y/N…stop” Steve sighed, standing up from where you’d pushed him “I…I need to tell you something…” He stuttered bowing his head. “What’s wrong Steve?’ You questioned, slipping your small hand into his large one. Running his free hand through his hair and down his face, Steve took a deep breath and quickly said “Y/N I’ve liked you for a long time now, pretty much since we became friends. But I’ve kept it hidden from you for so long because I didn’t know how you felt and didn’t want o make things awkward. But then when you told me you were going on a date it felt like I was losing you. The reason our call cut out was because I threw my phone at the wall, shattering it n my anger. That’s also why I’ve been avoiding you all week; I don’t think I could bear to hear you talking about some other man. That’s when I realised something. I love you Y/F/N with my whole heart, I just hope you feel the same.” He gushed, leaving you stood there, paralysed with shock. You don’t know how long you stood there just staring at Steve, until you heard him sigh and watched him as he strode out of your apartment with his head hung low.

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Hey, all! So I’ve just spent some time researching and poking around to set up a Twitch account so I can do a stream to talk about writing/”Instincts”/life/whatever you all want. I’m thinking about hosting my first stream this Sunday at some point during the day. I’m EST, so maybe 2pm? Would anyone be interested in this? Is there a better time to host it, perhaps?

I’m new to this whole thing, but I would definitely like to get a chance to connect with my readers and maybe give out some advice and talk headcanons and such. What do you guys think?

One for the Books: Chapter 6

Summary: Dan never expected Phil to notice him. Sure, maybe he’d glance at his sign and laugh, but not even in his wildest dreams did he imagine actually getting called up onstage to do the one thing he’d dreamed of for years. But what happens when a simple kiss unexpectedly turns into something more? Musician!Phil/Fanboy!Dan AU

Word Count (for this chapter): 2.5k

Warnings (for this chapter): anxiety

A/N: Welcome to the first weekly update of this fic! I know this chapter is a bit shorter than what we’ve had recently, but I also have 2 big projects and a paper due this week so I’ve been a bit drained. That being said, though, I do have 4 days off for Easter this week, so expect your regular meaty chapter coming next Sunday or Monday, depending on my schedule. I hope you enjoy!!

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You know that freaky moment when you are trying to have a private conversation over the phone, and people keep trying to listen in but cannot understand what you are speaking...

Yes! For once I confused the neighborhood gossip by speaking to my mother in another language. Seriously, this lady was sitting near me at the library while I was doing research. My mom called, and, since our library does not have a silence rule, I picked up the call, and proceeded to have a quiet conversation. Halfway through, I noticed that the lady near me was listening in, and that she is our local busybody. Not wanting the information spread all over town, I asked Mom if she would switch languages with me. She did.

We spent the next five minutes talking about Sunday lunch, and what I needed to do Saturday to get ready for our guests. Then we talked about the weather, and the rain, and the muddy paw prints Daphne Jaye Merlot left all over my clean sheets.

As we talked, I continued to take notes, and draw diagrams, and watch this lady try to figure out what we were talking about. I nearly laughed when the librarian told her to mind her own business when she finally got up to complain about the phone call. But I rang off instead, packed my notebooks, and reshelved my books.

As I walked out, the librarian gave me a wink and a thumbs up.

So apparently I am not the only one who is tired of having my life spread out across the town…

Glitch In The Matrix Stories #17

A Town Of People Disappeared

My friend, Blair, and I had just finished spending a week visiting our other friend in California, and now we were taking that long drive back to dusty Arizona.

We had been driving for hours when Blair suddenly turns to me and announces that she needs to find a place to pull off and use the bathroom, or she swears she’s going to piss herself. I had just finished a huge soda, and so I felt like I could definitely go myself.

At this point we’re traveling on a very barren highway well beyond city limits and no exit signs indicating that nothing so much as a gas station was around. Ever the proper lady, Blair was determined to find some toilet somewhere so that she didn’t have to resort to pissing on the side of the road like an animal (her words, not mine). Just as soon as she said that, she makes a hair-pin turn onto an exit with no exit sign. The road on this exit wasn’t even paved, so I was pretty sure it was just some random trail leading to the desert.

But after about a minute or so of driving down this dirt trail, we pulled into a sort of “town” (I use the word town loosely, and you’ll see why in a minute). This town didn’t have any paved roads- all were dirt- and it consisted of a few buildings, and no houses. There was a building labeled Post Office, there was a building that looked to be a garage for fixing cars, and a larger building labeled Family Cafe. The garage had an old, rusty tow truck. It looked to be maybe from the ‘40’s or '50’s. The Diner had a few old 1950’s gas pumps in the front of it, and there were people inside. In the center of these buildings was just an open, dusty area. 

Blair pulled her car in front of the diner, parking in front of the gas pumps. Her brand new car was a stark contrast to the old gas pumps she had parked in front of. As soon as we stepped inside the diner I seriously felt like I was pulled into one of those creepy horror movies where there is a town full of people who work to lure in weary travelers so that they can all conspire to murder them. I’m talking, like, The Hills Have Eyes kind of shit.

There were a few men sitting down at some tables and eating, and there was a woman behind the counter wiping down the diner bar. All of them were dressed in out-of-date clothes. They were wearing the style of clothes I’ve seen people wearing in pictures of the Dust Bowl. The ones you find in history text books. As soon as Blair and I stepped into that diner, all of the people, and I mean ALL of them, looked up at us in unison. They didn’t say a word and every facial expression was emotionless.

All I could manage to say was a reluctant “Uh, bathroom." 

Then the woman behind the counter looked at us with her emotionless face for a few seconds longer (although it seemed like minutes). Never taking her eyes off of us, without saying a word, she pointed to her left. Blair and I walked to the bathroom silently and uncomfortably.

I should note that while in that diner, I noticed there was a display of postcards for sale. I didn’t stop to look at them that closely, but I caught a glimpse of one as I was walking quickly to the bathroom and I thought I saw a picture of a woman wearing a much older swimsuit style with one of those head coverings that women used to wear when swimming. I don’t know if that’s a very good explanation, or if you even know what I mean by that, but that’s the best I can explain it because I wasn’t sticking around that place to browse the merchandise.

Anyway, once Blair and I were in the bathroom, we both confirmed to one another that this whole place was surreal, uncomfortable, and that we both wanted to get the hell out of there before we become the unfortunate victims in a teen slasher movie.

Once we had finished our bathroom break, we left the diner as fast as possible. As we walked out, the woman behind the counter and the men eating at the tables continued to silently stare, their faces expressionless. As we got into the car and left, I could still feel their eyes staring at us. Thinking of this, even today, makes me skin crawl.

About a year later, my husband and I decided to take a weekend trip to Knottsberry Farms. At this point, I had already told my husband about the creepy town Blair and I happened upon. In fact, I told him about it SEVERAL times. It’s just something I couldn’t easily forget. And to be honest, it was so surreal, that if Blair was not with me that day, and if we hadn’t continued to talk about the experience while driving back home that day, I really may have thought I dreamed it.

Anyway, my husband and I were on the way back from our weekend at Knottsberry California, and I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. As soon as I had suggested we find a place to go to the bathroom, I realized that we were on a barren highway again, much like that day with Blair, and I got a huge sense of deja vu. I suddenly had the thought, wouldn’t that be weird if we ended up in that town again? No sooner had I thought that I realized my husband had made a hairpin turn onto an exit with a dirt road. I looked up to see up pulling into the same town.

All I could do was point forward. My jaw hung open. When my husband parked in front of the same old gas pumps, I was going to open my mouth to tell him that there was no way I was going back into that creepy diner, but before I could say anything, my husband turned to me and said” "Looks like it’s closed.”

Not only was the diner closed, but the rest of the buildings in the town were closed too. I went up to the diner to peer in the windows and there were what looked like ages of dust on the windows. Peering through the dust, I could see the display full of the old post cards, and there were thick, dusty cobwebs strewn along the cards and display. 

This amount of dust and cobwebs were the result of decades of being untouched. There’s no way that amount of dust an cobwebs on that display could have been accumulated from the last time I went into that diner, when previously there was no dust at all on that display. Additionally, from what I could tell through the dusty window, the edges of the post cards were yellowed as if they had been decades old.

All of the people in that town were gone, the town seemingly abandoned for decades, yet I had been there only a year or so ago. I still can’t explain it until this day and I don’t think I will ever be able to.

I’ve run through so many scenarios in my mind. It’s very plausible that people up and just left the town, but how does decades of dust and aging paper just happen in a little over a year? Why the weird, outdated clothes? Why the expressionless, wordless townspeople? Where were all the houses? Did I my friend and I glitch and somehow end up in another time period or some other alternate reality?

Credits to: loveorwell

Time Traveling Magazine

During the 90’s in Chile there was a newspaper that every Thursday would include a small magazine with computer and internet news. It was called Mouse Magazine, and was essentially like Wired Magazine nowadays. When I was in college around 2001, I had a buddy who collected Mouse Magazine. He had them all in his room, from like 1996 to the 2000’s all neatly organized and well taken care of. I used to borrow them sometimes for a read.

One day in 2001, he and I were walking to our college and we saw a Mouse Magazine dropped on the street among some garbage. I picked it up and it was from 1996 but it was in ABSOLUTE pristine condition, like just out of the printer! Keep in mind that this is a 10-page small magazine printed in newspaper paper. My friend had his collection well taken care of and the 1996 magazines were slightly yellowish, creased pages, and fading ink etc. But this one dropped on the freakin’ street under harsh sunlight was immaculate and it was like 5 years old. We took it to his house to compare and yup, the one from the collection was in much worse condition- the street one didn’t even had fold marks or anything.

This puzzled us big-time, we jokingly theorized that some kind of dimensional wormhole opened and this magazine somehow came through. To this day I have no idea how to explain this one. 

Credits to: TurboZangief

I Time-Shifted A Whole Day

I was like 7-8 years old, I was in home, it was about 7:00 pm on a Friday and it was winter. I remember feeling very tired or dizzy so I went to my bed and lay down until I fell asleep. 

In the middle of being awake and sleeping, I have this image printed in my memory: in this image I’m standing in the middle of the living room with all of the windows/doors opened (remember that it was winter, so it is impossible to be real since it is very cold in that time of year where I live). I was standing there looking through one of the windows to the darkness of the night outside. There was nobody, there was no ambient sounds or something more than that “frame” inserted in my memory. 

The next thing that I can remember is me waking up, feeling a huge headache and like as if one hour had passed since I fell asleep. I went to the kitchen (which is also used as a dining room), and when I got there I felt really weird because something wasn’t in the same place. I had this feeling where you feel like something is missing or changed places, you know? I saw my parents doing their stuff, but it looked like they were doing something different from the last time I saw them. I thought, “Meh, it doesn’t matter. Maybe they finished doing what they were doing and had started something different”

So I took a quick look to the clock and noticed that it was 6:45 pm. I thought “OK, weird. But maybe it is just my memory failing at remembering time or something”. I jokingly asked my mom, “What day is it today?”, and she answered the number of that day (which I can’t remember). 

I said, “No no, what day is it?”, and she said “Sunday?” I checked it in my computer and yes, it was Sunday. I spent one entire day sleeping or my memory was failing so bad that I couldn’t remember what happened yesterday. 

I automatically discarded that I have slept 24 hours because it is impossible for me (and to most of people, I think) to sleep 12 or more hours straight. I also discarded confusing that Friday because I went to school that day, so there was no way that it was Saturday or something. I freaked out and tried very hard to figure out what happened, but nothing came out. I asked my parents but they said that there was nothing wrong, they said that I woke up on Saturday and acted as usually I would. 

I have to clarify that it is not my current memory failing to remember this specific episode, I couldn’t remember any minimal detail of what happened that Saturday one day after. I felt like there was no interruption between my dreams, like if I just slept one hour.

You probably are wondering “So why did you title it "time-shift” if your parents told you that you acted as always?“ As I said, there was no interruption between those days. So if I "acted” as always I was unconscious of what I did, talked, looked or whatever on that Saturday. Why my brain would remove that specific moment from my memory? Why there was two days where I had slept at about the same hours (which I never did before)?

Credits to: ElcompJR

I Took A Breath Of Air Underwater

I was really little, and I took swimming lessons during the summer at an indoor pool. I remember we were practicing holding our breath underwater for as long as we could, and while I was under it got too much for me and I accidentally sucked in a breath. 

As soon as I did I got scared because I was going to breathe in water, but immediately after I was shocked when I realized I had just taken a breath of air! I came up above the water and everything was normal. I never told anyone because I thought no one would believe me, it was always my exciting little secret. 

Years later I did tell my mom, who told me it must have been a dream. Years after that I started to convince myself it was a dream, but recently after learning new things and opening my mind I am sure that this is a memory.

Credits to: littlewolf0119

Read more Glitch In The Matrix stories here: http://fifteenhours-creepystories.tumblr.com/tagged/glitch-in-the-matrix

Blah blah blah

I have realized how much alcohol plays a role in my mental well-being. This may sound obvious.. but I’ve spent the past few years going out on weekends and nursing hangovers on Saturday/Sunday. I don’t regret it, and I never went overboard, but it definitely makes my depression/anxiety more noticeable. I also just don’t like dealing with hangovers… the mental/physical ramifications, desire to eat terrible food/not do anything.. it sort of just sets back all the progress I make during the week and I’ve been really proud of myself with my eating + exercising lately. I’ve been eating consciously and thinking about what is best for my body, and exercising to help my mind + heart. 

Praise the Sunday!

Hope everyone is having a good day today, here in sunny England it is freezing cold and raining, which is a perfect excuse to stay in and do very little which would have been the plan if I didn’t have a maths exam deadline fast approaching so instead I’ve spent the day so far doing maths mock exams.

How fun my life is!

Any way, What are you lot up to? :)

on a side note, I’m gonna download some kind of video capture software for my PC and see if I can get something recorded and uploaded onto youtube.

What would you guys be more interested in? 

Blighttown - Getting it over and done with

or

Anor Londo - Get to S&O without throwing your controller out the window in rage

PRAISE THE SUN!

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[Soryu x MC] Baby Blues

I had the idea for this Soryu fluff on my mind for quite some time now, but life got in the way… It’s a Sunday but I spent the whole afternoon finishing up some documents for work. Tomorrow’s a public holiday here in Singapore, but I’m probably going to have to do some work as well. OTL

Where is my work-life balance??

I want to write more but what should I write about? And when I’m inspired I often do not have time ahhhhh ;A;

She knew that there was something strange about the way Soryu’s been acting lately… Ever since she returned home from the hospital with their newborn son, he’s been finding all sorts of excuses to leave the house - on the first week, he was apparently busy with thwarting a rival gang’s attempts to smuggle firearms into the country; on the second week, he practically slept in his office every night, determined to finish some important paperwork; on the third week, he received a report stating that one of the Ice Dragon’s warehouses was infested with rats, and he had to oversee the pest control.

Despite having been together for a total of 6 years, she’s still unsure if he meant literal rats or figurative “rats”… While it’s probably the latter, she had to admit that it’s amusing to imagine Soryu - brows knitted, lips pulled into a frown, gun in hand - chasing down furry rodents.

Soryu had never been the type to lie, and she could usually see through his lies anyway, so he really might just be busy… However, she couldn’t help but feel anxious.

It was almost as if he was trying to avoid her and the baby.

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The last SeaCon photo op is a double-header yay!

As per last time, I’m supplying these JPGs so y’all can enjoy and play around with them (for icons and headers and whatnot) if you want - just play nice and don’t be mean and they really belong to Chris so no buying, selling, or wagering.

Let us harken back to a time when A. and I finally MET CAS….

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