under the freeway

50% OFF Starters pt 2
  • "If you continue your attempts at flirting, I will be forced to take DRASTIC measures."
  • "I like watching you from behind."
  • "Stunning deduction sherlock."
  • *demonic voice* "by the darkest sun that casts its menacing rays of the furthest madness, we sense your intentions, (name). the gibbering of mad cultists whisper wicked words to temporal winds, they inform us that you are not to be trusted. Usurper. Usurper."
  • "USURPER!"
  • "I've heard a lot about you and your extensive collection of tank tops, like I'm thinking about getting like 10 more."
  • "Calm down little dude."
  • "the fear of drowning is a primal one. it's a feeling of helplessness, of losing all control. struggling against an inevitable fate as your lungs fill with water..."
  • "I don't need a piece of paper to tell me how to swim or how to fuck Dean Winchester."
  • "You know I had a dream like this once, you surprisingly had more clothes on, though, at least at the start."
  • "ten bucks says he dies."
  • "I'm gonna go run my feelings off."
  • "Yeah it didn't work out... for them."
  • "I have to go scream confusing, end-of-the-world ramblings at people under the freeway."
  • "I feel like I should argue this, but the potential for implied sexual antics is far too appealing."
  • "do not be alarmed! I am about to be hilarious."
  • "Maybe you should stop dragging me to these rap battles then!"
  • "I was under the impression there would be implied sexual antics, time to take matters into my own hands!"
  • "This feels a little exploitative."
  • "I need a soda. Or therapy. Probably both."
  • "Yeah it started because K-pop concert security is tougher than it looks but I just got hooked on the feeling of crushing someones face in with a solid right cross."
  • "sHHSHHshhshhhhh shut up shut up! shh I SMELL BOYS BEING GAY."
  • "Excuse me I am trying to scream my feelings into your mouth!"
  • "That wasn't hot... it was just fucking weird..."
  • "It's not what I would have you in, but I do appreciate beauty in all its many forms. mostly that cute booty though."
  • "hey, the heart wants what the heart wants."
  • "It may be hard to believe, but recently I lost the ability to read."
  • "Just because you can't read the words, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the book in a different way."
  • "boom! done. advice over. let's go get shitfaced!"
  • "Alright I brought the bitch-board for (name)."
  • "Alright let's call it what it is, a sissy paddle."
  • "calm down (name) we weren't talking about your internet search history."
  • "didn't we make a pact to stop her from doing this weeb shit?"
  • "this better not be anymore or (name)'s weird porn!"
  • "Please call the police, because I look so good in this it should be against the law! uh, don't actually call the police though, I WILL incriminate all of you."
  • "Yeah but didn't they train on those islands where all those teenagers were killed? ...and those witch burnings happened? ...and all that toxic waste was spilled?"
  • "if you die, I get fired and I like this job. people don't ask questions here."
  • "fish-men walk among us. conquerers of land, BORN FROM THE OCEAN--"
  • "I don't need him to make weird pornography, I have prawns for that."
  • "Finally moving out, son? I'd like to say it's been fun. I'd like to. But I won't."
  • "hey check me out! I'm on a bout!"
  • "Sit down and stop making 2009 references!"
  • "nah, I scream enough at the unforgiving void of space."
  • "You know, the ocean goblin? He lives in the ocean and if you don't brush your teeth he steals your bones."
  • "Ok I'm done for the day. If anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the tent looking at weird porn."
  • "Hey, you miss every ball you don't hit."
  • "You say 'you people' like you're not part of the family. I've got some news for you, you're already on the christmas card."
  • "You think these antics would fly at the german club?"
  • "brush your teeth, kid."
  • "Can you hear it? the ocean... it wants blood."
  • "I'm the best damn shot we've got."
  • "You know, when I was a kid, before my dad got hit by that train, he said, '(name) don't let your friends swim out into the ocean and get stranded on the haunted island of camp kill-a-teen.' and here we are... stranded on the... haunted island of camp kill-a-teen..."
  • "that's fair."
  • "hey tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass!"
  • "It's fine, baby, if you get scared you can squeeze my hand."
  • "now let's make like scooby-doo and split up to find a clue."
  • "In 1991 a case was discovered where a man had the remains of over fifteen victims hidden in his apartment, over 40% of which were stored within his refrigerator. do you know how unsanitary that is?"
  • "you're so cute when you never shut up. Now shut up."
  • "all hail decision cube!"
  • "that's when you started walking on the wild side, right?"
  • "Does anyone want to hear my tragic backstory?"
  • "Bed? But what about possible axe-murderers?"
  • "And we solved the curse of the island, and realized that the real axe murderer was love, all along."
  • "It was a good night for all of us, let's spend more nights in abandoned lighthouses."
  • "That hottie from the track team is here and I wanna ask politely is he wants to get rowdy in the back of my dad's Prius."

you know what? I want to know about wizard unemployment and homeless wizards. tell me about all the wizards and witches who try their hardest to get jobs or set up businesses. who go from door to door saying they’ll work for free for a short time, if they can just have a chance, but being turned away because magic can do most things for the employers. tell me about the groups of homeless magic folk who group together on cold winter nights under highways and sing songs, to keep their spirits up. I want to know if they can afford wands or not, if they share them or if they’re all really good at wandless magic because they have no other choice. do they cast spells to make camp fires, or do they fight about whether rubbing sticks together makes a flame. where are the rebel kid and outcasts who didn’t get to hogwarts, or were kicked out by strict parents? I want to know about the punk homeless boys and girls who are metamorphmagi and steal from the sweet shops but never get caught. that never have a safe place to sleep but love their lives anyway. let us know about the people who weren’t in the wars, are old enough to remember tom riddle, or the people who barely know who harry potter is.

I want to know about the wizards and witches who didn’t all revolve around hogwarts. tell me about the magic folk elsewhere.

Radio Chaos (Pt. 1)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Racer!Jungkook

Word Count: 4,155

Warnings: Sexual content, drinking, swearing, mentions of suicide

Summary:  The dark hoodies and jackets they’re wearing hugging and touching their bodies in places every girl is dying to and you find yourself yearning for their warmth. While the unforgiving November wind creeps up your body, you wonder how soothing it would feel in the embrace of a notorious boy.

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A/N: So tell me if you want me to continue this story, as always, your opinion means a lot to me. I didn’t read it through, so there are probably some errors. Enjoy! :) NONE OF THESE PICTURES ARE MINE, CREDITS TO THE OWNERS

They’re already here.

You can see the cars as you’re approaching, and you can barely distinguish a couple of figures that are leaning on them.

You can hear them talking, a laugh slipping out here and there – it all sounds like a murmur of voices, boyish voices; deep and rough, but soft at the same time, playful in a way, beckoning you over. Sharply cut strands of hair playing with the wind, pierced ears – and you think to yourself that ‘earrings have never looked hotter on boys’.
The dark hoodies and jackets they’re wearing hugging and touching their bodies in places every girl is dying to and you find yourself yearning for their warmth. While the unforgiving November wind creeps up your body, you wonder how soothing it would feel in the embrace of a notorious boy.

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Jeremy meets Gavin as Gavin presses his knife against Jeremy’s throat, pressing him against the wall of an alleyway.

Jeremy’s heard of Gavin before then of course. Fuck, everyone’s heard of him. The Golden Boy. Face of the Fake AH Crew. The man with the silver tongue and golden fingers. He’s the fairytale for every street kid like Jeremy. If rumors were to ever be believed, Gavin was once a street rat himself. Used to feed on scraps and live besides dumpsters too. But then he got out. Gavin’s the bedtime story told around trash can fires and under freeways. The impossible dream come true, going from nothing to being one of the rulers of the city.

So Jeremy knew who Gavin Free is. Just… didn’t know it was his pocket he was trying to pick.

“Got some slippery fingers there, love,” is the first thing Gavin says to him and Jeremy is surprised when his heart doesn’t stop beating right then and there. “Going into all sorts of places they don’t belong.”

Jeremy swallows, his Adam’s apple pushing against the knife. “Look, this is all a misunderstanding,” Jeremy says, trying an innocent smile.

Gavin raises an eyebrow. “So you weren’t trying to steal my wallet?”

“No, I was,” Jeremy says. “The misunderstanding lies in that you don’t understand how much I do not want to die.”

A strange look passes over his face, the corners of his lips pulling up. The knife moves away a bit.

“Mmm, well, maybe you shouldn’t have stolen my wallet,” Gavin says, putting his trademarked smirk back on his face.

“Technically I didn’t steal it. It never left your pants,” Jeremy points out. “Which, I will admit is not my best work.”

And then Gavin laughs. Not a cruel laugh either, not a malicious one. Something more pure than that and it seems to catch even Gavin off guard.

“I guess you’re right,” Gavin says, removing the knife and stepping away from him. “Next time don’t get caught.” And then he winks.

And with that Gavin strides away, disappearing into the crowd of the city. And Jeremy is left in the alleyway, running a hand over his throat where the knife had been resting moments before, wondering why his heart is fluttering in his chest.

The Purge

I feel like I’ve been running for hours. When in reality, it’s probably only been moments. The masks, the blood, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The pure desire to kill in these people’s eyes, it’s like a starving man seeing food. They want it. They crave it. They need it.

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In fulfillment of this request by @velvetyvivian.

Word Count: ~900

Genre: fluff, happy birthday Yoongi

Originally posted by sugagifs

A/N: I’ve taken a little creative liberty with this and made it an AU- also a little more fluff than romance. Hope you don’t mind <3


Yoongi knew you’d been planning something for his birthday for maybe a week now. It was obvious when he walked into the apartment and you immediately closed your laptop. He didn’t know what you could possibly be hiding.

You had shared your phone password with him early on in your relationship and never failed to hand over the device without hesitation when asked. Yoongi also memorized your laptop password, though this was more by accident. Still, you knew he knew and didn’t seem to mind, namely because you had memorized his too.

When he asked you about it, all you said was a hasty, “I was working on a paper and you walked in right when I decided to take a break.” There was a nervous laugh in your undertones, so Yoongi decided to drop the subject.

It was only after he asked about the paper the next day and you forgot about its existence entirely that he wanted to chuckle affectionately and say, “If you’re going to lie, at least remember what it was.”

He didn’t say it though. Instead, he once again dropped the subject.

Still, this made him slightly suspicious and as soon as you’d headed off to uni the next morning, Yoongi decided to go poking through your browsing history.

He felt guilty about it, kind of, but after three years together, there was almost nothing worth hiding from one another.

That was when he found out you changed your laptop password.

Disgruntled, he tried everything he could think of- birthdays, addresses, names, even the titles of books you liked. It locked him out eventually and he had to wait for an hour, but as soon as he came back and typed in “Yoongles,” the nickname you’d given him after your first date, the desktop booted up with a happy “ping.”

Turns out, you were planning a vacation for his birthday. It was only for four days- a time slot that would fit into both of your school schedules, but you’d already bought the tickets to New York.

The place he’d always wanted to go.

So of course when you’d presented him with the tickets and itinerary, he feigned surprise with all his heart, happy to see the look of pure joy on your face.

And then the storm came.

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kingchsters-deactivated20170127  asked:

Jobs for Grantaire? Barista is so overdone, in my opinion.

YOOO I am HERE my time has COME.

  • Gas store cashier who works graveyard because he is trained well enough to defend himself and has a really Fucked Up sleep schedule
  • DJ for one of those teen clubs because that way he never has to run into anyone he knows ever
  • Sidewalk street art vendor who does those like, RIDIC spray paint galaxies (but mostly does caricatures because people pay to laugh more regularly than they pay for trippy spray paint art)
  • the Fix-It guy. Doesn’t matter what you need fixed he can fix pretty much anything. He knows a lot of stuff and people who can fix the stuff he can’t. cars repairs, home repairs, furniture restorations, cell phones, you name it, he either IS the guy or knows the guy
  • janitor at an elementary school. This is weirdly specific and I don’t have any particular reason for this but the janitors at my elementary school were cool af and I made friends with them a lot.
  • volunteer dance instructor for a community center or three (what kind of dance, you ask? every kind of dance)
  • volunteer tennis coach for summer camps
  • Flight Attendant
  • Auto mechanic because well. think about it. You’re welcome.
  • the guy who gets commissioned to paint murals under freeway overpasses and on sides of public buildings


Unbound [Ch. 1]

Pairing: Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki

Rating: T

Summary: Summer is Yata’s favorite time of the year in his town, a place where it normally rains nonstop nine months out of the year. It doesn’t help that the town is marred by old legends and tales which do nothing to make it less creepy and drab. Essentially, summer is Yata’s chance to forget superstitions and finally hit the beach. Apart from deciding what he wants to do with his life, all he wants is to enjoy it with his friends and maybe get to know Fushimi Saruhiko, a stranger who Yata can’t help but feel drawn to. However, the summer has more in store for him than usual, and he’s never been one to back down. 


Note: Sarumi fest! I’m so happy I get to participate this year as well ^^ This is a fic I’ve been working on for over a year really, and I have constantly gone back and forth about finishing and posting it lol. It’s an important project to me though, so I figured why not post it for fest and see what people think? ^^ 

Big thanks to @emeraldwaves and @brynne-lagaao for talking over this fic with me back in the past! 


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SP Commuter Trains Under the 280 Freeway – 7 Photos by Marty Bernard
Via Flickr:
Roger spent some time one day in April 1985 under the 280 Freeway in San Francisco photographing SP commuter trains. This was the transition period from SP to Caltrain. But equipment problems kept it from being a smooth transition. The stop under the freeway is 22nd Street.

She had adventure in her eyes
and maps like rolled up scrolls
made up her eyelashes
and she drew a smile like
the curving banks of the
Rio Grande under the freeway.

We didn’t keep time
as we put our watches and phones
inside of a box and burned it all.
We headed toward the horizon line
slowly and carefully as if
we were hunting it,
and knowing we’d never reach it,
we breathed out a sigh and carried on.

The brutal heat of a southern summer
turned my body into liquid
and we navigated the road
while waterfalls trickled down our noses
and it could’ve been a mirage
but I felt her hand on my knee
and it stung like a scorpion tail
and I felt the fear of sudden loss.

When I climbed out the overturned car
I emptied my shoes with miles of sand
and I looked for you out there,
and I promise you,
I’m still looking for you.

—  Deserted - BM

commonwealth-hugs  asked:

Bad character backstory for Luckyyyyyy!!!!!!

Lucky and his family were just so sweet and happy in their little bungalow under the freeway off in South West Boston. They were kind to their neighbors, good to caravans, creepy in that they lived alone. But. Just. So happy. That might have been because they never ran out of food so long as raiders thought that they could attack the family and steal their shit. If you get what I’m saying ~

[Cannibals, they were Cannibals.]

Lucky hadn’t eaten very many people by the time his Aunty showed up and had some words with his parents. And bullets. Some words, and some bullets. No one died, but it really put a damper on their relationship. Trying to kill a sister and then stealing her only child was generally not good sibling like behavior.

But it was okay, cause it turns out you can eat and cook just fine without having to murder anyone and steal their flesh. A strange concept, but true none the less. And that old diner they lived in was cozy and only a little rusty. They had most of the walls left intact anyway, which is really good in this economy!

Of course shit happened and those Gunners took over Quincy. Bunch of assholes were always coming around about ‘protection money’ and 'gonna kill your whole family’ and 'you don’t know suffering like what we’ll do to you’. It was when they asked for free food that Lucky’s Aunt had to put her foot down.

Now, killing your customers is usually considered bad business sense, but, in this case Lucky and his aunt and cousins felt justified. If nothing else, the Red Guard did eventually show up, and they had much cooler uniforms. Lucky kinda knew how to fight, and he was a good cook, so he figured eh, why the hell not, and joined up.

Free life long shop insurance was the best one of work bonus too.