volunteer boy

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she had the world // panic! at the disco

i want a close internet friendship with like three people all around the world that will last and we would tag each other to do challenges, make a group chat, hang out on webcams, complain about time zones, tell stories online, and imagine how it will be the best day of our lives when we all will meet one day.

nothing to lose, pt 2

[PART ONE HERE; collab with @pipedream]

summary: andrew minyard and nathaniel wesninski meet on the titanic in 1912. neil’s a rich runaway who’s finally being made to atone for his crimes against the family, and he feels like there’s nothing left to live for- until andrew promises to show him that there’s more to life than just survival.

word count: 5444 / 11836

trigger warnings: major character death, homophobia, suicide, guns, knives, violence, murder, death

  • there are voices approaching the cabin, so with a quiet question, neil takes andrew’s hand and leads him to the elevators, running to evade the valet
  • he chases them, no doubt on orders by riko, through the halls and down elevators
  • neil feels lighter in a way he’s recognizing only proximity to andrew makes him feel
  • he tightens his grip on andrew’s hand as they make their way through the ship’s incinerators and when andrew glances back he looks years younger than usual
  • somehow, they make their way to the cargo, and neil is done with running. all of his life, he’s been running, and even though it’s different with andrew by his side, it’s time to stop, just for a while
  • he sees andrew’s eyes catch on a car, one more expensive than andrew would probably ever be able to afford, so neil slides into the back of it with as much pomp and circumstance as he can muster. it’s the closest thing he can do to granting andrew permission to get into the car
  • andrew looks around, as if checking they haven’t been followed, then seems to concede that the back of a car isn’t a bad place to hide for a short while, and he climbs in next to neil
  • the silence isn’t tense, but it’s heavy, and neil doesn’t want to waste a second with andrew if they’re numbered
  • “tell me about your family,” he says, because they’re the only thing he really knows about andrew, and he doesn’t know enough
  • andrew doesn’t seem offended by the question, but he gives neil a considering look nonetheless. “what will you give me for it?”
  • “are we doing a truth for a truth again?” neil says, the hint of a smile on his lips. “anything you ask.”

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Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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Babysitting - Alfie Solomons

How about… the reader works for Alf and either you have children of your own or are the carer for your little siblings. You need someone’s help to look after them one night. Ends up being Alfie which you’re apprehensive about but you’re desperate sooo… when you return home, he’s organised a mini ‘bakery’ in your house. Instead of rum they’re “distilling” apple juice from household utensils, and he’s got himself a tight little ship running. Loves - @yourenotmytype

Babysitting - Alfie Solomons

Alfie babysitting your kids had come about in a rather unusual way. Most things that transpired between you and Alfie did honestly. You had begun working for him just over three years ago after your husband, who had been a devoted member of Alfie’s distillery and subsequent gang, died in a knife fight. Alfie, who had felt guilty over the death, offered you a position at the bakery and compensation for your husband’s troubles. You gladly took him up on the offer, being that you were newly pregnant with your youngest and you had another child at home to feed. 

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The following is a list of people who killed and the jobs they had prior to their capture:

Jeffrey Dahmer- army combat medic, mixer at the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory

John Wayne Gacy- shoe store manager, KFC manager, children’s birthday party clown

Ted Bundy- grocery store bagger and stocker, shoe clerk, bus boy, campaign volunteer, suicide hotline worker

David Berkowitz- letter sorter for the United States Postal Service, army veteran

Dennis Nilsen- British army cook, police officer in London

Dean Corll- vice president of a candy factory

Andrei Chikatilo- literature teacher, regional sports manager

Harold Shipman- doctor

Dennis Rader- ADT alarm installer 

Donald Harvey- worked various jobs in the medical field

Fred West- ice cream truck driver

Robert Pickton- pig farmer

Miyuki Ishikawa- midwife

Cary Stayner- motel handyman

Jack Unterweger- author, radio host, journalist

Karl Denke- church organ player

Peter Sutcliffe- factory worker, grave digger, truck driver

Norman Afzal Simons- grade school teacher

Richard Angelo- nurse

Randy Steven Kraft- bartender, forklift driver

Arthur Shawcross- Watertown Public Works Department employee

Doug Clark- mechanic, boiler operator

Daniela Poggiali- nurse

Michael Swango- physician, laboratory technician

Thomas Neil Cream- physician, surgeon

Arnfinn Nesset- nurse, nursing home manager

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev- lifeguard, marijuana dealer

Dylann Roof- landscaper

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25 Day Fall Out Boy Challenge: Day 1 - first song that you heard

↳ My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark

anonymous asked:

Jealous!mike when guys keep flirting with ginny at the club

please understand that I interpreted “club” very loosely, but i needed more opportunities to revel in the jealousy of Michael Lawson. And, honestly, a lot of this isn’t even flirting. It’s just Mike slowly losing his mind over not being able to flirt with Ginny. 

Also, while there are real people in this, I did zero research into what they are actually like in real life, so they might as well be fictional… 


way more than you hate it | ao3

Del Mar Country Club

“I can’t believe that Oscar made us show up to this thing,” Mike muttered, fidgeting with his hat. 

At his side, Blip shifted. Mike didn’t need to look to know that he was being rewarded with a side eye of epic proportions. 

“You’re surprised that the celebrity golf tournament required celebrities?”

Mike scowled, crossing his arms and hating the way the polo shirt he’d had to borrow cut into his biceps. That had been old before he’d been forced to play 18 holes with a bunch of snobs with more money than God. After, forced to mingle with those same snobs, they were pretty much torture.

“Do you even count as a celebrity?” he snarked, glad to finally find an outlet for his annoyance. Not that Blip was particularly satisfying to pick on.

“I’m a two-time All Star, baby,” the center fielder replied with a grin. “And don’t pretend this isn’t all because the people in your group didn’t know who you were.”

“I shouldn’t have to apologize for being some yokel’s celebrity,” Mike muttered, giving up on getting comfortable. He was wearing plaid shorts for God’s sake, of course he wasn’t comfortable. “I should’ve told Oscar to go to hell when he asked.”

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my 8 yr old sister is currently playing with this 10 yr old boy and she was like “I don’t have any barbies. do you?” and he was like “why would I have a barbie?” and she said “lots of boys like barbies.” and he said “only some, not all.” and she said “anyone can like anything they want.” and he was all monotone like “cool.” and she was like “it’s not /cool/, it’s the truth.” and like I’m just proud of her for already telling boys off at her age

I want a grup of internet friends so bad.

Just two from diferent places in the world would be great. I imagine chatting with them almost daily about our lifes and art and 80s movies and how much we hate to be apart.
I want to be so close to them I became their designated tagged person and have late night conversations every once in a while were we show each other’s the cities trough pictures.
And believe me, I am willing to be awake till it’s a good time for them to chat if they live to far away or even wake up early! I know they would worth it.

Portrait of Confederate drummer boy Charles F. Mosby who served with the Elliott Grays of the 6th Virginia Volunteer Infantry Regiment and Henderson’s Heavy Artillery during the Civil War, c. 1860′s.

  • Wynne: Alistair, what's this?
  • Alistair: It's a sock?
  • Wynne: It's a filthy sock. How did it find its way to my bedroll?
  • Alistair: Maybe it likes you? Socks are sneaky like that. Anyway, it's not mine.
  • Wynne: It has your name stitched on it.
  • Alistair: Oh. Ha, ha. Ha. Part of templar training, back at the Chantry. The men were... always getting their socks mixed up. Anyway, uh, sorry about that. I'll take it from you right now. One of my socks is feeling a little damp anyway. A change would be nice.
  • Wynne: You're going to put it on? It's filthy!
  • Alistair: And dry. We're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury here.
  • Wynne: What hideous habits you've picked up.