took me a day to did this

Okay, I’ve done it again. I just can’t help myself. I don’t know what’s going on with me but Yousana has really stolen my heart and I have so many feelings and the only way I can deal with them is writing even though I’m not a writer at all, like I know I’m not really good. It helps that you are all being so amazingly kind to me, you’re inspiring me.

This time I decided to focus more in Yousef, especially his relationship with Elias. I guess you could say Elias is the real mvp of this fic. 

Again, like I said before, please know that this is written with all my respect for the muslim religion. I would never dare to be disrespectful towards any of you. And if you feel like this somehow disrepects you please let me know and I’ll erase it because the last thing I know is to upset any of you. 

This is just me trying to cope with my feelings after yesterday’s clip.

I hope you like it, those of you who take the time to read it.

She still hadn’t answered. Almost 24 hours later and she still hadn’t answered. As soon as he had sent that text he knew that everything was about to change. He had tried to avoid the issue since they had started texting but when she told him that she would try to make her mom believe that he was a good muslim he knew he had to tell the truth. She deserved to know, even if it meant that things between them would be over before even starting.

He hadn’t seen her since last night either. Any other Saturday he would’ve been at the Bakkoush’s with Elias and the rest of the squad but he had managed to convince everyone to go to his house instead. He knew that he needed to keep his distance from Sana, at least until she’d decide to talk to him. It was her choice now and he would respect it whatever it was.

 That didn’t mean that he didn’t have hope that she still would answer him. He had spent the day checking his phone every five minutes, his heart beating faster and faster every time it beeped with a message. He would unblocked his screen with trembling hands only to have his heart broken again each time he’d find that the text he had just received wasn’t from Sana, but from his mom or some other acquaintance.

 This, of course, hadn’t gone unnoticed by his best friend, Elias. He knew something was bugging him but he also knew that Yousef didn’t like to share his feelings with other people so he waited till the rest of the boys had left to talk about it.

 Yousef was still looking at his phone when Elias approached him.

 “Okay dude, what’s going on with you?”

Yousef looked at his friend who was standing in front of him with a concerned look on his face.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Yousef, it’s me, you can try to pretend that you’re cool with the others but not with me. I know something’s going on with you since yesterday and I want to know what so I can help you”

“I’m telling you Elias, I’m fine”

“And I’m telling you, I don’t buy it”

“Whatever” Yousef said standing up from the couch and walking by Elias.

“Does this have something to do with my sister?”Elias said making Yousef stop dead on his tracks.

He slowly turned around to look at Elias in shock. He wished he hadn’t heard well, he wished his friend hadn’t just said what he thought he had. He couldn’t know.

“I’m going to ask you this once, just once Yousef and I really hope you answer me with the truth. What’s going on between you and my sister? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because I don’t believe it. I’m not stupid.”

“Nothing is going on…”


“…anymore. Nothing is going on anymore” The truth of his words made Yousef want to cry. Because that was it. Nothing was going, not anymore.

“What do you mean by that? What happened between you two?”

“I screwed up Elias, I screwed up big time” he took a deep breath trying to keep the tears away just like he had been doing the whole day.

“Okay, okay Yousef, relax. Take it easy” Elias said when he saw the state his friends was in “Come here, sit and tell me everything”

“You’re going to hate me” Yousef said but he obeyed his friend and sat on the couch next to him.

“Yousef, I’m trying really hard to stay calm, it’s my sister who you’re talking about. But you’re my best friend and I’m willing to listen to you so please, just be honest and tell me what’s going on”

“I like Sana, Elias. I like her a lot” he said with a huge sigh.

“Okay that I already knew. I mean do you think I don’t see the way you look at each other? And I know yesterday you took the blame for her, not for me.”


“Wait, is that what this is about? Do you think what? That my parents will give you a hard time or something?”

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s not that” he took a deep breath before continuing “After we left the house yesterday, she texted me”

“You text each other…”Elias said raising his eyebrows

“It’s really new, I added her on facebook last week and we started talking about random things, I honestly just wanted to make her laugh”

“So when I said that you two were flirting in the kitchen that day I was right, you were”

Yousef only looked at his friend not really knowing what to say.

“Okay, okay, I’m not judging, I’m not judging, continue. She texted you last night. What did she say?”

“She said…” he covered his face with his hands trying to gain strength to continue “She said she would convince your mom that I’m a good muslim even though I drink vodka” he mumble between his hands.

“But…Yousef, you’re not…I mean you don’t…”

Yousef looked at his friend and bit his bottom lip while nodding.

“I know…and now she knows too. I told her the truth yesterday and she hasn’t answered since and to be honest that doesn’t surprise me. Go on, yell at me, tell me how I shouldn’t have approached her in the first place when I knew what would happen, even punch me if you want, I deserve it”

“I’m not going to punch you, you dickhead”

“I should’ve told her sooner, I know I should’ve told her. I just…it felt so good to talk to her. I thought…I thought that maybe if I waited a little bit longer she and I would connect you know? Like really connect and that eventually when I would tell her, we would find a way to work things out. But yesterday, I couldn’t just lie to her, it’s one thing not to tell the truth and another to lie. And to think that I’ve put so much effort in trying to get her to like me and now…she and me, it’s impossible. And don’t tell me it’s not because you know it is”

“I’m not going to tell you it’s not impossible, Yousef”

Yousef’s heart broke a little more because as much as he was trying to convince himself, deep down he wanted to hear his friend giving him some hope.

“But I’m not going to tell you that it is impossible either” Elias continued “Because it’s not my call. It’s hers and it’s yours. If you want my opinion, all I can tell you is that I can’t think of someone better for my sister than you, you’re my best friend and the nicest guy I know and I want the best for my little sister. And yes, I would’ve preferred if you had told her sooner because you knew how much her faith means to her. But again, it’s not my decision. It’s between you and her.”

 He had spent the whole day trying to keep the tears away but right now Yousef couldn’t help but let some roll down his face.

“She won’t talk to me Elias, you know that.”

“Maybe not now, but give her time. It’s a lot to process.”

“I don’t even know if she liked me back or if it was all in my head”

“Believe me, she likes you, I know my sister, I know the way she looks at you. She likes you but you have to give her time and space so she can think about what she wants. Just don’t give up on her yet. Let her come to you when she’s ready to talk and whatever decision you two make it’ll be the best for you whether it is moving forward or stop everything at all.”

Yousef nodded while wiping away the tears from his face.

“Thank you. Seriously Elias, I needed this.”

“That’s what friends are for”


Sana? Are you in there?” Elias said knocking at his sister’s door. “Come on sis, let me in”

“What do you want Elias?” She said opening the door and letting him in.

She was a having a hell of a day and she didn’t want to listen to his brother, she knew he was probably there to lecture her about the party from last night.

“I’ve talked to him Sana, I’ve talked to Yousef”

Sana froze in the place. She had been holding the tears for so long, trying to be strong but she couldn’t take it anymore. It started slowly, only a couple of tears but as they continue rolling down her face she couldn’t help but continue crying until it turn into a uncontrollable sob.

“Come here” Elias said pulling her in a hug.

She didn’t remember the last time she had hugged his brother but right now it was all she needed so she let him.

“What am I going to do?” She mumbled against Elias’ shirt.

“You don’t have to do anything. Not right now. You can take all the time you need to think. It’s up to you Sana, no one is going to judge you whatever you decide”

He felt her nod but he didn’t let go. Instead he hugged her tighter and rested his chin above her head.

“It’s okay, it’s all going to be okay” he whispered, and he sure wished it was the truth. 

Okay, this is it. Again I’m sorry this is too long. And I hope this doesn’t upset anyone in any way. 

Thank you so so much for reading it means the world to me.

I hope you like it and it’s okay if you don’t.

Also sorry for the grammar english is not my first language and I suck at descriptions.

Thank you again!

Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

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Part 6 - The space between us


When we arrive at my house, I’m a mess. I don’t know how this fake relationship with Snow became so real to me. In the beginning it was easy, to see the line between real and fake but now, we kissed and we cuddled. Fuck, I don’t know what to think.

We never talk about these moments that we share, we just store them away and carry on like nothing happened. Is he just playing his part, or is this real for him too? Sometimes when we’re alone and he’s looking at me, I feel like this is real. That he could actually want this. Or am I just fooling myself?

Dinner was as awkward as I anticipated, Snow kept shoving food in his mouth while Daphne made polite conversation to fill the silence.

I left Snow in my bedroom before going to hunt, but on my way down I saw light in Mordelia’s room so I came to talk to her, she tried to ask why was Snow here for Christmas, but my father looked at her and she didn’t ask again.

“You should be in bed… Father Christmas won’t come if you’re not sleeping,” I say, as I sit at the end of her bed.

“I know that, but I’m just so excited!” Her enthusiasm in contagious, and gives me strength to talk to her about this.

“Listen, about earlier… you asked Father why Simon was here, and why we were holding hands…”

“Mom told me. Simon came because he’s your boyfriend,” she says simply.

“Oh? When did she tell you that?” I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

“When she came to give me a goodnight kiss. Why isn’t father happy about it?”

“He doesn’t really like Simon.” For now is too hard to explain the real reason behind it.

“Well…I like him. He makes you smile.“

I give her a small smile.“Yeah he does. Now you should try to sleep. Good night.”

“G’night Baz,” she tells me before I leave her bedroom.

On the woods, I realize that this is all I needed to hear. Why can’t my father be like that? One day he might accept me for who I am, but I am done giving a fuck about what he thinks.


It’s Christmas night and as the day went by, Snow became more and more less like himself, like something happened that took away his happiness.

We’re in my bedroom now and I don’t like seeing him like this. Did my father say something? I avoided leaving him alone the whole day so it must be something else.

He’s preparing himself to sleep on my couch like he did last night, which is moronic, we already shared a bed once and it was smaller “Snow, did something happen?”

“I’m fine, just wanna go to sleep” he tells me, as he grabs one extra pillow from the bed.

“Just… wait” I say, as I grab his arm. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch, the bed is big enough for the two of us.”

Our eyes meet before he tells me. “Okay.“

I come back from my shower and all the lights are out. When I enter the bed, Snow starts to move closer. he’s so close to me, that I can feel his body heat.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“It’s stupid…”

I wait for him to continue, I know that if I give him time to organize his thoughts he’ll talk. “It’s just that, seeing you with your family, even though your father is the way he is, you have them and I don’t have anything like this… A family.” Oh, fuck. This is not what I expected to hear, what can someone say after this?

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Baz, I’m just… being stupid.” He doesn’t sound stupid, he sounds broken.

“No you’re not, It’s okay not to feel okay Snow.” Before I can think about it, I’m pulling him towards me. He puts his head on my chest, so I put my arm around him, and I start stroking his curls away from his face.

Aleister Crowley, to have him like this, half on top of me, letting me hold him, feels so right. Even if this means nothing to him, I wouldn’t change a bloody thing.

After a while Snow starts to move, very slowly, and plants a kiss on my neck. How he figured it out that I have a thing for this I don’t know, and the last time he did this we kissed. Is he going to kiss me again?

I turn towards him and he kisses my face, so I put my other arm around him, to bring him closer, and he does. He’s closing the space between us now, so I close my eyes. The kiss feels like a question, like he isn’t sure if this is okay, so I open my mouth to him, and when he deepens the kiss, I feel like this is too much, like he’s the sun and I’m about the crash into him.

When I put my hand on his hair, to bring him closer, he starts to move away, so I frown at him, until I feel him pulling me on top of him.

Simon Snow is going to be the death of me, might as well make the most of it. So I kiss him hard while I put myself on top of him. It feels so good to have him like this, out of breath because we’re kissing. I go for his neck, and start to kiss him there, his hand is beneath my shirt, stroking my back and something like this shouldn’t feel this good, but it does.

I pin his hand to the bed, and somehow we’re lacing our fingers together, and we kiss slowly. It’s different, more meaningful than any other kiss we shared.

At this moment I almost forget that he might not mean this; that all of this might not be real.

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(the title is a Hamilton reference **surprise surprise** from the song “It’s Quiet Uptown - “going through the unimaginable”)

Intro: I am going to preface this fic by saying I am so sorry.  Like holy moly.  I honestly have no idea where this came from but I guess I was in an angsty mood and this just put itself together in my brain.  

This is for the ever-so-lovely @trekken81‘s Ed Sheeran Challenge and I chose the song Dive.

I didn’t know the song before writing this fic, and honestly struggled for a while with it.  But then I thought of one of the drabbles that I wrote for 400 followers, and it really connected with this song.  It is The One Where Leonard Drowns - you can see already where the angst is coming from.  Feel free to read that one first, as it may give you some context into the ‘memories’ that are dispersed through the story, but you should be able to read this without reading the drabble. 

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 1,700

Warnings: Heavy on the angst.  Small amounts of fluff but it only makes the angst hurt more.  Sorry.  Brief description of CPR.  A lot of sadness.  

ALSO: The formatting for this one is pretty weird.  It makes sense in my brain but that’s probably because I wrote it lol.  So if it doesn’t make sense I’m sorry. The italicized words are memories, the non-italicized words are current events, and the lyrics for the song are italicized and indented.  


Tell me what to do!  I need you to tell me what to do!”

His ribs crunched beneath your hands as you pounded on his chest. 

“I need you, Leonard.”

You dug the heel of your palm into your eyes, trying to dispel the images. 

The feeling of his lips, strikingly cold, unnaturally cold against yours as you forced air into his lungs.

Gasping, tears stinging your eyes, you scrubbed at your lips with your hand until they were numb. 

A knock.

The snap of a twig, the aliens approaching, and you curled over his un-moving body protectively. 

You looked through watery eyes to see a silhouette at your door. 

The form was leaning against the frame, and it struck another memory into your brain. 

Maybe I came on too strong
Maybe I waited too long
Maybe I played my cards wrong
Oh just a little bit wrong
Baby I apologize for it 

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I was pretty surprised when I ran into B at the Home Depot. It had been at least a year since I’d seen him–since just before his wedding. We’d met when I moved to the city about 5 years ago and we were living in the same apartments. We spotted each other running a couple of times and introduced ourselves when we ran into each other at the apartment gym. Soon, we were work out partners. Soon after that, we were grinding our hard cocks together in my apartment. We were both dating women and we never did anything too serious. B was a stud and usually liked being on top as we made out and explored each other’s bodies. He had an awesome ass that I loved holding onto as he’d grind into me. Once, when he showed up drunk late one night, he let me eat that awesome ass, but a general pattern emerged of us making out, stripping each other, and him pumping a load down my throat as I stroked my fat dick. We were a good match and had a lot of fun until he got married and moved to a different part of the city. Our last session had been hot. He was more tender than usual and seemed like he was really going to miss me. For the first time, he even swallowed my load. It was a memory I’d stroked to many times in the last year.

And now, here B was, with that amazing ass on full display, right in front of me at the Home Depot. When I said hi, he looked just as surprised as I was. He and his wife had bought a house that was right around the corner from the condo I’d moved into. Looked like fate wanted me and B to be neighbors again. As we talked, I could have sworn I saw his dick growing in his shorts. I have him my new address and told him to come by anytime as we parted ways.

I can’t say I was surprised when B showed up that afternoon, sweaty and shirtless from a run. He was barely in the door before he had pinned me to the wall and was kissing me passionately as he pressed his sweaty frame into me. He’d been working out in the last year and his body felt better than ever. As I moved my hands down to that incredible round ass, he let out a deep moan.

We worked out way to the couch and he laid on top of me, grinding his rock hard dick into me as he kissed and licked my knock. His passion was real and he told me he hadn’t been with a dude since the last time we were together. I reached down for his dick and immediately remembered how amazing his hard thick rod always felt as it exploded in my throat. But as I started to move take his dick out of his shorts and get it into my mouth, he resisted, holding me down and grinding into me harder and harder. and then everything changed. In one move, he rolled over so his face was against the back of my couch and I was grinding against his back, my own hard dick pressing into his beautiful ass. The harder I ground my dick into him, the more he moaned. He buried his own head in the couch pillows to stifle his moans, but his seeming submission was making me feel more aggressive than usual. I pulled him back by the hair and told him I liked hearing him moan like a bitch. That alone made him moan louder than ever as he backed his ass up against me and ground into my leaking dick.

I couldn’t believe my luck when he realized he’d reached down and lowered his pants to expose his smooth bubble butt. I matched him move for move and pulled my own shorts down just enough to free my raging 8" dick. As I ground my hard dick against his bare ass for the first time, I could feel the precum leaking out of me. He was like a bitch in heat as he pushed into me, moaning and talking shit about how good I felt. How much he’d missed me. How much he needed this.

As he fagged out beneath me, I knew I had to take advantage of the moment. I lined my slick cockhead up with his tight hole and pressed as he worked his ass back into me. He moaned and almost cried as I forced my thick head into his nearly virgin hole. It took a fair amount of pressure and a series of short hard strokes to get B fully impaled on my rod, but he was clearly loving having my raw dick inside him for the first time. He writhed and bucked beneath me as I began to fuck him in earnest. As hot as it was to hear him moan and cry out as I plowed his hole, I pressed his head into the couch pillows so my neighbors wouldn’t hear me fucking this stud in broad daylight.

With his body pressed into the back of the couch and his head in the pillows, he reached back to hold onto my ass as I railed him. As his ass loosened from the fucking, he began to really buck beneath me, fucking back into me in time with my increasingly brutal thrusts. As I felt myself getting close, he turned his head from the pillows and begged me not to cum inside me. But it was too late and I told him so. I told him I’d swallowed dozens of his loads and now it was his turn to take one of mine. and I knew he wanted it. He’d come here to get my load this time and I was going to give it to him. Despite his protests, he whispered yes over and over as I ravaged his hole and my orgasm built.

When I exploded inside him, pressing his body firmly into the couch, his upturned ass worked every bit of my load out of my pulsing cock as he moaned beneath me. The incessant clenching in his ass as I came made it clear he was cumming to. My married top had just taken my raw load in his ass and had cum from the experience.

Within two minutes, he was up with his shorts and shoes back on, ready to head out. As always, he took a cigarette (wife wouldn’t let him smoke) and kissed me passionately before he left. After that, I only ever saw B around the neighborhood and we seldom spoke. But the summer after this happened, I did see B and his very pregnant wife at a neighborhood festival. I thought I might be in for some public fun when he followed me to the bathroom, but he just wanted to give me a message. As we left the bathroom, we whispered to me that he’d knocked his wife up the same day he’d seen me last. He couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, but he had to stay away from me now that he was going to be a dad. I knew then and there that I could get back in that ass if I tried, but B was a quality dude and I decided to respect his wishes and stay away from him. While that was the last time B and I hooked up, I stroked so many loads on that couch, looking at the stain he left when he exploded from the fucking I’d delivered. One of the hottest of my top experiences.

The Peculiar Children as Things That I've Said in the Past 6 Months

Jacob: Nut allergies are only nut allergies because people have them.

Hugh: I have three goldfish named Gordon.

Enoch: How likely would it be that you could just… you know… go away…?

Bronwyn: You don’t need to be strong to protect people, you just need to be small enough to kick them in the nuts.

Millard: Jigglybits is a very scientific term. I should know, I took a biology class for a day.

Horace: Does this sweater make me look like a walking trash bag? Because that’s the look I was going for.

Olive: If people were made to fly, they would have wings. Like flying squirrels; such majestic creatures…

Emma: If I set fire to this piece of paper, how fast would the school burn?

Fiona: When did spring come? I was uninformed about this.

Claire: [when asked for a number between 1 and 10] Triangle.


Miss P: I don’t care if you haven’t come out of my womb; I am your mother and you will listen to me or you will be standing in the rain for the rest of the night. Do you understand me?

Update 2

This is a bit of a mental health update. As many of you know, I’ve not been well in the past. I’ve used this place to vent my struggles with anxiety and depression rather extensively in fact so I want to post an update on where I am today. I can’t say I’ve become ‘cured’ of these struggles, they still rear their ugly heads but much less often. Only very occasionally does the darkness overcome me and I taste that bitter contempt for myself and the ominous, exhausting wade through mental tar. They’re thankfully far milder yet no less terrifying lapses. They are however, far more under my control now, I’m coping without any aid from medication or therapy.

My weight and fitness plummeted whilst I was working the two jobs and so did my body image, my feelings about the way I looked. This led to the occasional low spells on some days and some nights but it never took long to realise what’s important with my self-image depends more on what was within me than on the surface. With lifestyle changes like those listed in the first update, I am starting to put that weight back on now that I have my consumption of energy more balanced with my output, especially needed with my very high metabolism. So much so that I am about to join a gym, one attached to the college to work on my strength and fitness, which will both aid my chosen career and boost my self-image then ultimately with luck, my sense of fulfilment.

I haven’t done any drawing and I’m alright with that. It’s hard to describe but it’s felt like a burden to me. The time it consumed, the ridiculous pressure and self-deprecation through the perfectionism of my art flares up my anxiety and depression and hampers my creativity and enjoyment of drawing. My pencils have therefore been put away until an appropriate and beneficial avenue can be found to reintroduce drawing back into my life. I have however found other creative and frankly, more fulfilling pursuits in my new career, new hobbies and outlets that have been encouraged by that which shall be described in my final update.


It’s been quite a while since I sat down and wrote my contemplations in life. I thought as April ends, it’s the perfect time to look back and reflect about what’s happened in the previous weeks. A lot has happened: most of which positive.

Despite the negatives, April welcomed me well.

Our Grade 11 days have come to its finality. We bid goodbyes, took selfies and some even shed tears while I didn’t. I was sure I was just going to see their faces in the next S.Y. anyway.

During this month, we had exciting adventures with the family. We travelled to Surigao by land! We got to witness the beauty of Tinuy-an Falls, Enchanted River, and many more! In Davao, we went to Eden Park, Crocodile Park, and Philippine Eagle and well, took pictures of the beautiful views.

Not only did we travel in the lands of Philippines but we also got to visit Qatar again! As you all know, I’ve lived half of my life in the middle east and yes, I miss it so much!

I spent this month with the people whom I love the most and I couldn’t be any happier. I’m really blessed with the best. I want to write individual letters to each and everyone who made my month into a very unforgettable one.



AAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!… So yeh… It’s Sin Seed! Gluttony Spada!!! *innocent smile*

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your patience while I did the inbox today. <3 My internet was terrible and kept shorting out, so it took me Literally All Day and I had to keep rewriting answers……..Please Understand

Have a nice rest of your night!

– mod o12

anonymous asked:

Tell us about your day please!!

Today? Pretty uneventful but ok. Took an Arabic & Islamic studies exam which was hilarious because we were all clueless/cheating. A girl that follows me on Twitter recognized me which was super cool. Checked the internet bill. Came home took the best nap and did laundry, organized my closet. and now heading to bed.

How was your day?


sorry for the change in Boris’s design it was my fist time drawing Boris and I didn’t like what did with the fist design but it took me so long to make this I really didn’t want to redo the picture please forgive me. that and the badly drawn hands

also, this drawing took me more than 5 weeks to make cause everything went bad so any support for this drawing I’m thankful for thank you for liking or any reblogs I get on this  comic and I hope you all have a nice day

I can’t seem to get away from them!! I dated this guy for a half a second ages ago. And by dated I mean he took me to a dive bar where the wait staff walked around in lingerie with a cigarette hanging out of their mouth and sold said lingerie. And by took me to, I mean I drove because he didn’t have a car because his license had been taken away for being way behind on child support. Then he became super clingy and threw a temper tantrum because I did not answer his text in a timely manner a coupe of days later after taking him to work twice because his roommate couldn’t and he missed the bus. 

He’s using the same picture as he used 3-4 years ago when all of this happened. 

TalesFromRetail: Lady accuses me of breaking something so that she couldn't get her discount.

So I used to work at a department store in the ladies department and of course did constant back up cashiering.

One week day I’m going back and forth and get stopped by someone in accessories, it’s a middle aged lady, who by the looks is probably well off financially. Dressed casual but nice hair, and obviously took good care of herself.

So she asks me about a big chunky silver necklace that has a heart, lock and chain. It’s already on sale and asks if she can get the price lowered. I said, “no, I’m sorry, we can’t do that.” She replies, “here’s the thing, this (the clip) is like this __,” and demonstrates that’s it’s a little loose. I don’t remember what I said but she said, “Go tell your manager.” I had been plenty polite and friendly and HATED she had just ordered me like that, but of course I comply. I ask my boss and to my surprise she says, “tell her no.”

I can’t remember if the lady sent me back another time to ask my boss but when I did speak to my boss, I had brought the necklace with me, and being the nervous wreck that I am, proceeded to DROP the necklace right after I got my bosses answer. It broke in HALF (the heart). Oh my god!!! So I’m dying inside, and tell the lady who is now browsing the front by the cashiers and say, “I am SO, SO sorry, but I accidentally dropped this and it bro”— “Are you fucking kidding me?” She says, “YOU BROKE IT JUST SO I COULDN’T BUY IT?” I am shaken up already, and try giving her my genuine WTF expression and say “of course not, why would I do that?” “GO GET YOUR MANAGER” she bosses again. I scurry off and my boss sends out one of the male managers. He and I were cool and I was excited thinking that he would be a witness to how crazy this lady was! FOR WHATEVER REASON, after he deals with her and I ask how it went he says “she wasn’t bad, not at all!” Great, lol. Wow! She must think he’s hot or something haha. Well she is finally gone. Our cashier tells us the lady figured she could fix it, of course gets more discounts and pays like 7$. My friend then tells me that she found out she was giving it as a gift and was just being cheap. I was only in that job for two years but that was the worst thing that ever happened to me. My boss didn’t give me a hard time, but I’m sure she was mad that I would be so clumsy, as was I.

By: slowmotionz101

anonymous asked:

Akaashi, please tell Futakuchi to CHILL

futakuchi has been adequately chilled… just kidding, he unplugged the fridge to get in there. akaashi has learned to keep a closer eye on him from now on


Happy International Women’s Day

Yes, they’re sexy, smart, and powerful. They’re also very inspirational and brave as hell. They could probably kick your ass….actually they would kick your ass. Let us take a moment to appreciate these women and women’s wrestling. Although some are no longer with us and others don’t actually “wrestle” they all have a part in making women’s wrestling great. You cannot deny their impact (some more than others) in the WWE and women’s wrestling. Whether you like them or not, they ALL had (and currently have) a role in making wrestling what it is today and what it will be in the future. LOVE AND SUPPORT WOMEN AND WOMEN’S WRESTLING.


…Wait, this didn’t happen in Chapter 191? [Part 1]

I thought Han Solo’s famous quote is very fitting in this sort of situation! XD

Oh, forgot to say this! Just to clarify, Jian Yi is actually meant to be crying tears of joy because his confession has been acknowledged! :D