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The Signs as Tim Gutterson quotes
  • Aires: Evenin' soldier. Uh...I didn't bring my cape. I hope this will suffice
  • Taurus: Keep talking I'm gonna throw this stapler at you
  • Gemini: I can’t carry a tune. I don’t know how to shoot a basketball and my handwriting is uh, barely legible. But I don’t miss
  • Cancer: At least you got to shoot your father. Mine had the nerve to die before I got back from Basic with skills and a loaded weapon
  • Leo: I'm a deputy U.S. Marshal ordering you to give me some chicken
  • Virgo: I love this shit. This shit gets me hard
  • Libra: I want Sigourney Weaver to choke me out with her thighs
  • Scorpio: You want me to kill 'em or wing 'em?
  • Sagittarius: I'm not playing. I'm an idiot. You can ask anybody
  • Capricorn: This may as well be a slow night in the champagne room for how comfortably erect I'm gonna be watching your bitch ass squirm about
  • Aquarius: You have three seconds before we kill every one of you
  • Pisces: Between the one-legged evaporating computer nerd and the walk-in this morning, you're on fire today

I’d like to take a second to make a post about all the Puerto Rican food I miss eating. So if you life fried foods or just delicious foods in general, this post is also for you.

an example of a place to find the foods I’m about to show you:

first we have some lechon:

then we have some pasteles con arroz y gandules:

(I know, it looks gross. But trust me, it is soooo good ugh.)

there’s always a jibarito if you want something light:

next up, some alcapurrias:

followed by some pastelitos:

can’t leave out the tostones:

gotta add in the traditional arroz y habichuelas:

(in my dad’s house this is literally a side dish to EVERY dinner he makes)

and we’ll finish this post with a snack platter:

and of course we can’t forget dessert:

  • McKAY: How's about ...
  • (He pauses for a while, then looks at John again.)
  • McKAY: How about we say goodbye now?
  • McKAY: What d'you mean, "no"?
  • SHEPPARD: I mean I'm not saying goodbye.
  • McKAY: Well, I'm saying it anyway!
  • SHEPPARD: Well, I'm not listening!
  • McKAY: Yeah, but pretty soon I won't even know who you are!
  • SHEPPARD: Then I'll remind you.
  • McKAY: Yeah, but I don't want you to see me like that. I want you to remember me as I am -- as your genius friend, not as some ...
  • SHEPPARD (firmly): Not happening.
  • McKAY: Please.
  • SHEPPARD: You're stuck with me, Rodney. Just accept it.
  • McKAY: Yeah, but I ...
  • SHEPPARD (loudly): No! (He waves a finger at him.) That's final.
  • McKAY: OK. (He looks away.)
  • -SGA, 5x06 (aka, the moment I started bawling)

100 MOVIES IN 2015
9/100 Backstreet Boys: Show ‘Em What You’re Made Of (2015) ★★★★★

Jealous (Liam Dunbar)

Jealous (Liam Dunbar) 

Blurb: Liam and Hayden have been spending way too much time for your liking. So, you decide to show him what he’s missing. Only your plan backfires.

A/N: Honestly feeling so SJIFUDBHCBDHCBD and jealous over the ENTIRE layden thing and im 3473809% done with them.   


“I hate how he spends so much time with her, instead of me. And I’m his girlfriend,” you fiddled with your fork as you complained to your best friend, Lydia.

“Are you jealous?”

“Of course I am, it’s like I’ve been left in the dust, forgotten as he spends all his time with her. Don’t forget he blows me off whenever I try to invite him to something,” you put down your fork as if it was a knife.

It was your lunch break, and you were sitting with Lydia a few tables away from where Liam and Hayden were sitting.

You watched their every move, and they seemed happy with each other’s company, and that made you even more annoyed.

Whenever you saw them together, you’d feel jealousy fill up your chest. You wanted to be that girl. And sometimes you’d feel like he wasn’t your boyfriend.

A cheesy text and a kiss on your lips every now and then isn’t that cut out for you.

To makes matters worse, he ditches you frequently, on the dot through message saying that he can’t go because a ‘fellow friend needs help’.

And honestly, you were quite fed up with it.

“Y/N, I’ve got the perfect solution!” Lydia suddenly clapped her hands together, making you jump.

“What is it?”

“Ok, so I heard that Liam goes to that club, Sinema, frequently during the night to hang out with Hayden. So, why don’t you go there with your smokiest and sexiest look, which I’ll help you with, and show him what he’s missing?” Lydia whispered in your ear with a glint of mischief.

And in that very moment, something sparked in your mind. It was perfect; Lydia’s plan was perfect.

You felt a tiny smirk creep on your face as you agreed to Lydia’s plan.

It can’t hurt, right?

“Help me?” you gestured to Lydia, who then helped you zipped up your dress which she borrowed you for this night.

“You look beautiful,” she gushed, and you looked at yourself in the mirror.

That was probably the shortest dress you’ve ever worn. Plus, you liked the colour and the way you wore it, so what’s the harm?

The dress itself was beautiful; it stopped a few inches above your knees, and it was long-sleeved.

“Thanks, Lydia,” you thanked your best friend, being eternally grateful for always helping your sorry ass all the time.

She then helped you with your make-up, since you didn’t really trust yourself with eyeliners and anything cosmetic that’s sharp.

When she was done with that, she helped you braid your hair; the way you like it.

“There, you look absolutely stunning, Y/N. I’m proud of my work.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you proceeded to hug the girl.

“Remember, if anything bad happens, call me and I’ll go pick you up. I would have loved to go with you and see you take the breath away from Dunbar but I can’t.”

“Yes, mum. I’ll see you later,” you waved goodbye to Lydia before closing the door behind you.

You know you’ve made a huge mistake, not bringing a friend, the moment you stepped into the club.

Flashing lights, sweaty bodies, alcoholic drinks. You should’ve dragged another friend, when Lydia said she couldn’t accompany you.

So, you ended up, instead of being extremely confident, you were extremely awkward.

You also got a coke, to pair with your awkwardness.

You couldn’t even see Liam, not even a glimpse of him. You didn’t even know if he was coming today or not.

Your plan failed, and it hasn’t even started. When you finished drinking the soft drink, you decided to leave.

As you were approaching the exit of the club, you had to bump into someone. That proves that you were not only awkward, but clumsy.

“I am so sorry,” you apologised, when you realised that the person you bumped into was actually the man himself, Liam Dunbar.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?”

You hesitated, you didn’t want to come upfront and say that you were jealous and you were here to spy on them and stuff.

“I’m just relaxing, you know, unwinding from all the problems in the world,” you lied, surprised at how smoothly that came from your mouth.

He raised his eyebrow, then eyed your outfit, from top to toe.

“What are you wearing, Y/N? You look like a slut,” he said nonchantly.

You immediately felt offended, for an outfit you spent hours preparing for, you come here to find the person you wore this outfit for, insulting you.

“Just go home, Y/N, this isn’t a place for children,” he waved you off before he started to walk off.

You wanted to scream at him, you felt so pissed, you wouldn’t mind bashing his pretty face.

“I wore it for you, Liam. In hopes that you’d finally get my attention. I mean, after weeks and weeks of ditching me for someone else, don’t you think I deserve a little respect?”

He stopped walking, and honestly, you didn’t care anymore. You continued to talk.

“I’m honestly so done with you and your bullshit attitude. You’re always so busy, you never have time for me anymore! You have time for everyone else but you don’t have time for me? I’m your fucking girlfriend,” you saw him flinch at the word ‘girlfriend’.

“Did you forget already, Liam? That night, when I gave you everything, you promised not to leave me alone. You promised not to, no matter what. And I actually believed you, I actually loved you,” you scoffed, looking at his face for any sign of emotion.


“You know what, sc-”

You were interrupted by another girl’s voice. And you knew that voice anywhere.

“Where’d you go? I was looking everywhere for you.”

“Fine then, you’ve made your choice,” you muttered under your breath, knowing that Liam would hear it.

And you left.

But instead of walking out, which you could’ve, you went back in, to the bar area.

You’ve heard from your friends that drinking would actually make you forget about your problems.

You hated the way alcohol tasted, you’ve only tasted it once and you hate it.

But not today.

You went up to the bar, sat next to this stranger and ordered a drink.

“You look like you need a drink,” the person beside you suddenly called out.

“Yeah, I kinda need one.”

“Here,” he passed you a glass, “This will help you forget your problems.”

You knew better that to take drinks from strangers. You were better than that.

But now? You didn’t care. You needed something to release your stress and this was your best option.

You finished the drink, you didn’t know what was in it. This was your first time dealing with alcohol.

But you felt funny, you felt woozy.

Were you supposed to feel that right after your first drink?

“Hey, what was in that drink?” you asked the person who was sitting -sat- beside you.

“A cocktail, nothing much,” he replied.

“I feel horrible,” you say, clutching your head. You had a terrible headache and when you tried to stand, your legs felt like jelly.

“Are you okay?” the man hurriedly went to your side, helping you stand.

“Not really,” you felt your vision blur. Then you realised something.

You thought that maybe your drink has been spiked. And it was a great possibility, with the man towering over you with a sly smirk on his face.

You couldn’t do anything when he took you by the side and started to drag you away from the bar.

You wondered if Liam was still here; you wondered if he still cares.

He took you to a secluded corner of the club, and he attacked you.

“Don’t think you can come in here, looking like that without getting any attention, eh?” the man snarled, aggressively trying to pull your dress off you.

“Stop it,” you tried to fight him off but you couldn’t. He was too strong, pinning you down. You’ve been drugged.

The man managed to tear the dress, making a huge rip at your stomach area.

You were crying by then, you didn’t want to be violently abused.

The man was on his way to completely rip off your dress when you felt the weight of the man was removed from you.

You continued sobbing; you felt extremely weak and vulnerable. And you hated feeling that way.

And you felt yourself being lifted from the ground, into someone’s arms.

Liam Dunbar, the man himself.

Your arms were around his neck, loosely. Tears still freely running down your cheeks.

“It’s okay, Y/N, it’s okay now. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he soothed you, carrying you out of the club.

You wanted to protest, you wanted to fight back, you wanted to talk. But instead, you relaxed and laid your head on his chest.

But what you did manage to say was, “What about Hayden?”

You heard a chuckle, “All this time, were you jealous?”

Why was he laughing about it; that definitely was not funny.

“It’s always her, you might as well be her boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. I’m just spending most of my time with her 'cuz she’s going through a hard time. You know I love you. You know I won’t ever leave you.”

The things this boy does to you. 

anonymous asked:




So thank you, for bringing me back to…  m e .

Sleep smells like my bedroom
And pain sounds like your voice from across the hall
You talk to our friends but never to me anymore
And I want you to miss me so goddamned much that you drive to my house tonight
The door is open if you do
And what a ridiculous notion to think that you’ll read this
To think that you’ll get in your car
To think that you’ll show up
It’s like leaving a love letter on public transportation and expecting someone to bring it to you
Which I’ve done
Or buying two plane tickets just to imagine us running away together
Which I would do
I’d do anything, really, if it meant I could see your face without hearing a chorus of
“What if what if what if?”
—  What ifs never made for good promises– Lily Rain