this looks pretty terrible i'm sorry

anonymous asked:

Had a lady come up to my table and start rooting around her purse for her membership card. This is pretty common so I wait patiently for her. She asks if we can just look it up for her but I tell her politely that we can't and we have to see the card. She roots around for a little bit longer before picking everything up and telling me "Your customer service is terrible. You are the rudest person ever." and storming away. Like, what the hell did I do??? I'm sorry you can't keep track of your card

Howl's Moving Castle (2004 Film) : Sentence Starters
  • "I feel terrible, like there's a weight on my chest."
  • "Lets run!"
  • "Don't fight them, _______."
  • "Sorry, I've had enough of running away, _______."
  • "Now I've got something I want to protect. It's you."
  • "A heart's a heavy burden."
  • "I know I can be of help to you, even though I'm not pretty and all I'm good at is cleaning."
  • "Well, the nice thing about being old is you've got nothing much to lose."
  • "You, you sabotaged me!"
  • "What a pretty color."
  • "You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!"
  • "Wow, _______, your hair looks just like starlight."
  • "Yeah, but no-one really believes that."
  • "Come on, it's not that bad."
  • "They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst."
  • "I see not point in living if I can't be beautiful."
  • "I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!"
  • "I'm a scary and powerful fire demon!"
  • "There you are sweetheart, sorry I'm late."
  • "To me, it looked like the two of you were just leaving."
  • "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't torment my friend."
  • "You're being so obedient."
  • "(S)he bullied me!"
  • "I'm your new cleaning lady."
  • "I can't stand the fire and gunpowder."
  • "I saw him/her do this once before when a girl/guy dumped him/her!"
  • "I'm just setting things up so all of you can live a comfortable life, _______."
  • "I have this weird feeling you're going to leave."
  • "I wonder what _______ disguised himself as?"
  • "After the war, they won't recall they ever were human."
  • "Those dopey guys have absolutely no manners."
  • "Here's another curse for you - may all your bacon burn."
  • "Knowing you'd be there gave me the courage to show up."
  • "It looks like your true love is in love with someone else!"
  • "It was a pleasure meeting you, even if you are my least favorite vegetable!"
  • "When I think of castles, it's not what I picture."
  • "When you're old, all you want to do is stare at the scenery."
  • "I've never felt so peaceful before."
  • "Seems everyone in this family's got problems."
  • "It's all so familiar yet I know I've never been here before."
  • "And while you're at it, make hot water for my bath."
  • "The mark maybe gone but the spell is still there."
  • "Don't worry, I'll follow behind you in disguise."
  • "I'm so sorry but that would be confidential information."
  • "Someone just told me you floated down into our balcony!"
  • "You shouldn't keep flying around like that."
  • "No one else does any work around here."
  • "I'm fatter than ever and yet the wind blows right through me!"
  • "Sorry, it looks like you're involved."
  • "_______ only does that to beautiful girls/guys."
  • "You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman."

anonymous asked:

As happy as I am seeing Kaneki REALLY smilling his smiles always feel like bad omens to me. Now I'm just awaiting the inevitable horrible things happening

I’m getting worried, too … Kaneki has been in a stable state for quite a while now, which means that everything will probably go down again pretty soon. And now that he is so happy, I can already feel terrible things happening. Ishida don’t hurt me

anonymous asked:

Namjin: "I've been watching you for centuries, been with you at every one of you funerals and have searched for you when you were born again, until I'd found you. Now, after more than 1000 years, you've met my eyes for the first time."

Namjoon could still remember it… The very first time they had met was years and years ago. It had been with different bodies and through different eyes that they had fallen in love. He could still feel the warm of the other’s body pressed against his fingertips, could still smell the flowers from around them, could still remember the taste of cherry on the other’s lips.

Back then, it had been their beginning. One that was cut short because of the unfortunate events of the past. One that he promised himself to never forget. And he never did.

Every time, with every new body, no matter the wars around him, no matter the diseases diminishing the world or the looks and sharp words attacking him, he did not give up looking for that one soul he knew belonged with him.

But it wasn’t easy.

Sometimes the difference was far too great. In age… in status, in space itself. Other times he didn’t allow himself to wipe away the smile the other found with others. Sometimes his own body didn’t allow him the possibility to search. 

However, he did not lose faith. For he knew the day would come. Maybe not now, not this life, not this millennia, but one day. 


“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

Namjoon looked up from the puppy that had decided to snack out of his sandwich while he had been looking away only to come face to face with one of the most handsome men he had ever seen. Granted, he was currently in a most unflattering situation, bent down, half covered in the puppy’s paw prints and trying to manhandle the little thing away from Namjoon’s poor excuse of a dinner.

“Oh, no, uhh… it wasn’t really that good to be honest…”

“Still, I’m terribly sorry. Maybe, is there any way I could make it up to you?”

And then they both looked away from the puppy and straight into each other’s eyes and it was as if the world stood still. As if time itself acknowledged them and stepped away.

Namjoon felt a chill go down his spine.

Jin hesitantly smiled, a pretty pink creeping onto his cheeks.

“Finally…”

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Ken and Hyuk @ VIXX N Kpop (2015/10/02)

Beating the Odds (part 1)

Here you go. First date fluff for moreid shippers.

“Hey, Reid!”

The messy-haired genius looked up from his desk. The day was almost over. Spencer just had to finish a bit of paperwork before he could pack up and go home.

Emily sat down on the edge of his desk and revealed two movie tickets.

“They’re showing Alfred Hitchcock on the big screen tonight. The Birds and Psycho. Want to join me?”

Spencer frowned apologetically.

“Sorry, I kind of already have plans.”

Emily raised her eyebrows.

“Oh? Doing what, genius?”

Reid looked around the bullpen to see if anyone was within earshot, then leaned in closer to Prentiss.

“I, er, have a date.” He looked up to see Emily’s shocked expression.

“What!?”

“Shh!” Spencer motioned for her to be quiet.

“A- sorry.” she apologized.

Emily searched the room to see if anyone had overheard. No one took any notice, except Morgan, who was looking their way with a puzzled expression.

She looked back down at Reid who was fidgeting with embarrassment.

“Who are you going with?”

Reid paused and shifted nervously in his seat. He couldn’t tell her the truth. He would have to make somebody up.

“Someone, I, uh, met at a coffee shop.”

“Oh yeah?” He was obviously lying. Seriously, Emily didn’t see why anyone even tried to lie to each other at work anymore. They were all profilers. They knew the difference between the truth and a lie.

Spencer shifted in his seat, hoping Emily wouldn’t see through his lie. Unfortunately the look on her face said she did. Reid silently pleaded with her not to ask anymore questions.

“Okay, kid.” she said after a moment. “You better tell me how it goes, got it?”

Spencer smiled and nodded as Emily got up from his desk.

“I’m going to go see if Morgan wants to come. He’s not as big a horror fan as you, but he’ll do.”

Spencer blushed and turned back to his work. He tried hard to focus on the papers in front of him, but he couldn’t help overhearing his coworkers’ conversation.

“Movie night?”

“What, Reid can’t go?”

“Nope. Says he’s busy.”

“Busy doing what? Watching Star Trek?’

“Ha, yeah, probably.”

There was a pause, and Reid could tell Morgan was zipping up his bag.

“So, want to go?”

Morgan sighed.

“Sorry, Emily, I can’t.”

“What? Come on.”

He laughed.

“I know. But I promised my sister I would Skype her tonight.”

Emily looked defeated.

“So I bought two tickets for nothing?”

Morgan smiled.

“Looks like it. Unless you get Hotch to go with you.”

Emily scoffed.

“Yeah, right.”

Spencer went back to his paperwork as the two agents started talking about something else. He was so focused on his work that he barely heard Morgan say goodbye to him. He looked up at his best friend who was grinning down at him.

“See you later, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer’s cheeks burned at the nickname, and he said good night to his two friends. They walked out of the bullpen together as Spencer turned back to his desk. A few minutes later Spencer stacked his finished paperwork in a neat pile and started packing his messenger bag.

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat as he thought about his date in the elevator ride down to his car. He was extremely nervous, even though he knew the other person well. He tended to mess up dates. Whether he started rambling about statistics or Star Wars, the other person always lost interest in him by the end of the night. He hoped tonight would be different.

At his apartment, Spencer fumbled around his closet for something to wear. They were going to a nice place, so he couldn’t be too casual. Although, according to his friends, Spencer didn’t know how to be casual. His wardrobe mainly consisted of button downs and suits. He had a few t-shirts and sweaters, but he mainly wore those around his apartment.

After a while of staring at all his clothes, he decided what he was wearing would have to do. He went to his bathroom and observed himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, as always, and he looked tired. He checked his watch. He was supposed to be at the restaurant in fifteen minutes, so there was no time to freshen up. He sighed and walked back into his living room and grabbed his wallet and keys. His nerves started to build up in his stomach as he drove, but Spencer tried to be positive. This wouldn’t be like all the other dates. This one would be different.

Morgan sat down at the table for two and unbuttoned his blazer. He didn’t usually dress up, but this was a pretty fancy place. He didn’t know why he suggested this place to Reid. Maybe he wanted to show the kid he wasn’t all talk. They had been flirting for years, always joking around, so when Derek actually asked Spencer out, the genius thought he had been kidding.

Morgan wanted to make sure Spencer knew he was serious. He had liked the kid since they first met, but he hadn’t come to terms with his feelings until a few months ago, when Spencer almost died of anthrax. That event made him realize he couldn’t function without the boy-genius by his side.

Derek looked up when he heard Spencer’s voice at the front of the restaurant. He smiled as the kid rounded the corner, following a waitress.

“Here you are. Your server will be right with you.”

“Thank you.” Morgan said as Reid sat opposite him. Morgan could tell the younger man was nervous, but he had no reason to be.

“Hey.” he said.

Spencer looked up at Derek and smiled.

“Hey-hi. You look… nice.”

Morgan laughed.

“Thanks, so do you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to wear, so I didn’t really change. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s fine, kid. You look good.”

Spencer blushed and looked down at his plate.

“Hi there! I’m Alice, I’ll be your server tonight.”

Alice handed them both a menu and smiled.

“Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Chardonnay. For both of us.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back with those!”

The two men looked through the menu as they waited for their drinks.

“Did you know, that the origin of Chardonnay used to be widely debated? Most historians believed it was derived from France along with Pinot noir, but vineyard owners in Syria said it came from the Middle East. And still others believed it originated in Cyprus. Now, however, DNA has concluded that the Romans-”

Reid paused abruptly and blushed.

“Sorry, I’m rambling.”

Morgan chuckled.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Spencer’s blush deepened as their server brought them the Chardonnay.

As the night progressed, Spencer started to relax. He didn’t know if it was because he was comfortable around Derek, or the wine, or both, but when they finally got their food, Spencer was actually enjoying himself.

“Okay,” Derek spoke up again after they both had a few bites of their dinner.

“Favorite modern movie.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why does it have to be modern?”

“Because knowing you, your favorite movie is probably some obscure, black and white film.”

Spencer frowned.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it ‘obscure’,”

Morgan laughed.

“Yeah okay, still. Would I know it?’

Reid thought for a moment.

“Probably not.”

“Exactly.”

Spencer smirked and tried to think of a movie within the set parameters.

“Hmm… I really like 2001 Space Odyssey.”

“2001 Space Odyssey?”

Spencer nodded.

“Dude, that movie’s terrible.”

“What? No it’s not!”

“Yeah it is.” Morgan chuckled as Spencer pouted.

“It’s really boring.”

“No it isn’t! It’s about the mystery behind the origins of humanity, and the various ways life has, and will, evolve.”

Derek rolled his eyes.

“Okay, genius. Whatever. I bet you that my favorite movie is one hundred times more interesting than that.”

“Oh really?” Spencer smirked.

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

Morgan paused for a moment before speaking.

“Ocean’s 11.”

Reid scowled.

“Ocean’s- are you serious?”

“Yeah I’m serious! That’s the best action-heist movie there is.”

Spencer shook his head as he took another sip of wine.

“Of course you would like that movie.”

“Well yeah. It’s freaking awesome!”

“It’s really not.”

Morgan sighed.

“Whatever nerd. I guess we just have different taste in movies.”

“We have different taste in a lot of things.”

Derek raised an eyebrows.

“So?”

“Well,” Reid fumbled for the right words.

“Research shows that two people are more compatible if they share similar traits and interests. And-and you and I like different things. For instance, I love chess, while you love football. I’m introverted and you’re highly extroverted. We don’t  like the same movies, or watch the same television shows, or enjoy the same leisurely activities…”

Reid paused and looked up at Derek who had an exasperated expression on his face.

“So, what? You don’t think we will be compatible? Reid we’ve known each other for four years. We’ve been friends for just as long, and we’ve been flirting half that time.”

Spencer gulped and looked down at his food.

“Kid, if you don’t think we’re compatible, then why did you even agree to come tonight?”

Spencer licked his lips and looked back up at the man he had slowly fallen in love with. He couldn’t let his worries come between them, especially not now.

“Because,” he started. “I want to be compatible with you. I know the odds about couples with dissimilar interests. But I want to beat the odds with you, Derek.”

Derek’s heart swelled at Reid’s words. He smirked down at his plate.

“Yeah, me too.”

Spencer’s eyes crinkled as he grinned at Morgan. He was so cute, Derek thought.

“So, since we are interested in different things, what are some things we both enjoy?”

Spencer licked his lips and thought a moment before he started listing all the things they had in common.

The rest of the night went smoothly. They both made jokes and told stories that each of them hadn’t heard before. By the end of the evening, Spencer was content, but his nerves started to come back as the two of them walked to their cars. They stopped in front of Spencer’s car, and the genius held his breath as Morgan stepped closer to him.

“I had a good time.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“We should do this again, Pretty Boy.”

Reid’s cheeks flushed red as he nodded.

Derek smirked as Reid avoided eye contact.

“What? You nervous?”

Spencer looked up at Derek and narrowed his eyes. Before he thought twice about his actions, Spencer leaned in and met Morgan’s lips with his own. The kiss was quick, chaste, but Derek would never forget it. When he opened his eyes Spencer was already unlocking his car, his face and neck bright red.

Derek chuckled to himself as Reid got into his car.

“'Night, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer looked up, blush slowly fading from his face. He smiled as Derek turned and walked to his own car.

“Goodnight.”

anonymous asked:

i'm mixed too, but like, my mom's mediterranean- indian and my dad's white as hell, so my skin is clearly olive enough to be noticed, but people want to assume i'm white, especially bc my brother and one of my sister's look pretty white, people just love to erase other people's culture

Okay, so this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now and I’m sorry!! I’m just terrible and get overwhelmed easily and then just stop answering asks until my brain starts to function again.

Dude, my dad actually said something like this in passing. He’s half Okinawan and half white and for the most part not whitepassing, and one of his coworkers told him “oh I always just thought of you as white” and my dad said it’s easier for this guy to keep his stereotypes about mixed people and Asian people that my dad subverts by just pretending that my dad’s not biracial. I also think that there’s definitely this idea of Aryan purity within white people that they might not even realize, like they have to put you in a race-box because apparently the existence of mixed people is too disgusting or too complicated for them to understand. Idk, but it’s really exhausting, lol. Sorry you have to put up with that!

anonymous asked:

I'm very self conscious, and sometime I really want to wear makeup to feel prettier but then I think that I look terrible. I need advice on how to make myself feel attractive. The anon posts made me feel bad.

I’m soooooo sorry that anon made you feel that way anon. 

Here’s a big hug

Please know that you are pretty from the outside and in. 

Please know that if wearing make-up make you feel pretty and you feel confident, wear it. 

Fuck the haters. Fuck that anon who tried to put Usagi down. 

EVERY ONE IS PRETTY IN THEIR OWN SPECIAL  WAY.

It’s about how YOU feel.  You have to tell yourself that you are pretty. I already know you are pretty even tho I never seen you. You have to stare in the mirror and I say ” I’m pretty. I feel good about myself. I can do this.” 

You have to believe in yourself but I believe that you can. Just know that I’m here if you need someone to talk to. I’m rooting for you. 

anonymous asked:

Felicity/Diggle friendship: They talk after Oliver loses his company about the fact that they are both now basically unemployed.

“I was offered a job as showgirl once.” Felicity murmurs absently.

“A showgirl? Really?” Diggle’s expression is comical and she grins.

“Yep. Back in Vegas, the second I turned eighteen.”

“Well unless you plan on abandoning us and heading back to the desert, I think you should stick to computers.”

“Can you imagine Oliver’s face if I told him I was becoming a showgirl?” She laughs, head falling back in mirth as she pictures his horrified look.

Digg snorts at the thought, face lighting up as he grins. “He’d probably have an aneurism.”

Felicity giggles, wiping her eyes and leaning back in the sofa, feet kicking up onto her coffee table.

“It shouldn’t be too hard for me to get an IT job somewhere.” She picks at the corner of a cushion, frowning as she tries to remember which companies offered her positions when she left MIT. “Despite what most people at QC thought, I’m actually very qualified.”

“You’ll do fine, Felicity. And hey, no more being a secretary! That’s got to be a relief.”

She shrugs, days spent in the office with Oliver filtering through her memory.

“It wasn’t so bad.”

Digg gives her a knowing look that she elects to ignore.

“So what about you? Any prospects? Going back to babysitting the rich and bored? The real rich and bored I mean… Not, you know… Oliver.”

“Yeah. I guess.”

They sit in silence for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts.

“He’ll get it back.” Felicity says finally, sounding confident and sure.

Digg turns to look at her, an eyebrow raised and a slight smile on his face.

“You think?”

“He’s Oliver. He’ll figure it out. Or, well, we’ll help him. And we’re pretty badass.” She grins, holding up her fist for him to bump. He laughs but obliges, rolling his eyes when she does an exaggerated explosion gesture with her hand afterwards.

“We are pretty badass.”

I am rapidly approaching the point in Star Wars fandom where I’m going to have to start seeking other Obi-Wan/Anakin fans out because I just cannot bother my non-SW friends with it much more lest they rise up as one and try to throttle me.  I just have so many feelings and watching all the supplementary material is making those feelings so much worse because, look, I will defend the prequel trilogy in a lot of ways, but I’m also going to be first in line to admit that they were hellishly awkward and it’s hard to ask others to sit through them, despite that NO I WILL DEFEND THEM TO THE LAST.

And mostly I’m bleeding this off through fic reading but PRETTY SOON I’M GONNA EXPLODE AND IT’S GOING TO BE TERRIBLE look I just have a lot of feelings about hot bi space dad and my emotionally unstable trash lord child.

The Next Day

Tinkerbell knows something has happened and Robin formally introduces Roland and Regina to one another. 

a/n: little bit of a nothing fic - but it was fun to write. 

—————————————————————————————

Regina felt like she was floating.

Things were still awful… Henry didn’t remember her. Zelena had her heart and there was still that case of the missing year.

But she felt likes things would, eventually, be ok.

And no… the previous night where she spent several hours kissing Robin Hood had nothing to do with it.

Not at all.

Even if it had been great.

It had been more than great actually.

Why couldn’t she stop smiling?

Granny’s was filled with the usual people. The Charming’s were there… Snow looking like she was about to pop at any minute. Emma was with her parents… Henry sitting by her side. It was as though it was a normal day… though Regina knew better than to believe it would stay that way.

For now however…

She ordered her usual coffee at the counter and waited for it to be ready.

‘Regina… you’re positively glowing.’

The fairy appeared beside her, smiling.

'Snow is the one who’s pregnant.’ Regina commented.

'Oh I know. I was just remarking that… for everything that’s going on, you look, well, very happy.’

Regina shrugged. 'Well, we’re still here, so, we still have time to figure out how to defeat the witch.’

'Right, right.’

The door to Granny’s swung open, and it was as though Regina’s eyes were drawn towards it by some other force… only to see Robin make his way into the diner, carrying Roland on his hip. She felt her face heat up as she recalled the previous night. The most they had done was some over the clothes action… but she remembered how much she had wanted… how much she still wanted.

 

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