we are next door

What if 127 really stands for 7 original members + 2 more members (this comeback) + 1 member (next comeback) and the whole ‘127 is the longitude of Seoul’ is just a cover up?

I’m shook 

me: yeah i quite like yuri on ice i’m not like obsessed with it tho

me lowkey: *stands up* don’t stop us now *screaming* the moment of truth *punches a hole in the wall* wE WERE BORN TO MAKE HISTORY *kicks down a door* WE’LL MAKE IT HAPPEN *headbutts the person next to me* WE’LL TURN IT AROUND *sets fire to my house* YES WE WERE BORN TO MAKE HISTORY

Noisy resort neighbor gets his secret spilled.

(warning: long story)

Happened a few days ago.

My wife and I decided to go to Southern California for the holidays. We found ourselves a nice resort and checked in. All was well until we noticed that the walls in our room were very thin. As we entered our room we could hear our next door neighbor talking and having an argument with his girlfriend (we shared one common wall with them). They were shouting pretty loud and we could hear everything through the wall. We’ll refer to this guy as Noisy Neighbor (NN). NN kept fighting with his girlfriend about something she said earlier. We didn’t follow, wasn’t interested and decided to go eat and explore around the town we were in.

We came back around 10 at night and all was quiet. We figured that NN and his girlfriend already went to bed so we went to bed as well. Turns out he was out.

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“Betty and I have been next-door neighbors since we were four. We’ve always gone to the same school, been in the same class.

I remember in the 2nd grade, I was having trouble reading and my teacher Mrs. Gribrock told my mom and dad that I should stay back a year to get caught up. Betty was so against us not being in the same grade that she took it upon herself to tutor me every single day.”

  • Winter: How is the retired life treating you, general?
  • Ironwood: You don't need to call me that anymore, Winter, I'm not in the military anymore.
  • Winter: Right, sorry. Old habits die hard.
  • Ironwood: It truly is wonderful you will be moving into this neighborhood. I love the new friends I've made here, but I miss some of the old faces from my past.
  • Winter: Well, you'll be seeing a lot of us. We're moving in next door!
  • Ironwood: Really! That's amazing. Wait a minute, us? Oh god, right, you married-
  • Qrow: *Leans over the fence separating their house*
  • Qrow: 'Sup Jimmy.
  • Ironwood: *Pulls out gun*
  • Winter: No, sir, you still have time left!
  • Ironwood: I'm not going to shoot myself!
  • Winter: Don't shoot my husband either!
  • Ironwood: Come on, Winter, just one in the kneecap! We'll call it an accident! You can act as a witness! He can take off time from his job as a teacher!
  • Qrow: Let him do it!
  • Winter: No, sir! Then he'll spend more time at home near you!
  • Ironwood: God damnit, you're right.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Theo x Reader

Summery: Theo finally has some fun with his childhood crush

“Hey, you want a ride?” Theo called as he spotted you walking home alone. “Come on, we live right next door it’s not like it’s out of the way.”

He growled to himself when you shyly shook your head and hurried away. He liked to think he’d moved on from pre-school, but here he was, feeling like he was back in first grade. Except now you were hot and didn’t have any building blocks for him to knock over.

He made such an idiot of himself in first grade, tiddling after you, stealing toys and pulling your pigtails in utter desperation to get your attention. He would forever be sat on the naughty step watching other kids play with you, his best friend and neighbour, simply because he’d not wanted to share you.

Theo let his mind run over his most recent daydreams as he stopped at a red light. There was no doubt in his mind you’d be submissive, the scent of complains clouded his head every time he passed you in the corridor, making it hard not to just throw and arm over your shoulder and steer you to an empty class room.

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she-is-made-of-outer-space  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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Actually lots of people around me have told me that they can’t imagine how we fight, now I can just show them this comic haha. 

Also the neighbor said “We thought there’s pacific war going on next door”, yeah, we were loud…sorry to scary you neighbor 😅


Hamilton —  Non-Stop  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Can we confer, sir?”
  • “Yo, who the F is this?”
  • “It’s full of contradictions.”
  • “That’s all you had to say!”
  • “You’re making a mistake.”
  • “So it needs amendments…”
  • “It’s the middle of the night…”
  • “We have to start somewhere.”
  • “Look around, isn’t this enough?”
  • “I have found a wealthy husband.”
  • “I know I talk too much, I’m abrasive.”
  • “We won the war. What was it all for?”
  • “How to account for his rise to the top?”
  • “Soon, that attitude may be your doom!”
  • “The fact that you’re alive is a miracle.” 
  • “I practiced law, ______ worked next door.”
  • “Are you aware that we’re making history?”
  • “Why do you always say what you believe?”
  • “And what if you’re backing the wrong horse?”
  • “For ONCE in your life, take a stand with pride!”
  • “What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?” 
  • “Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”
  • “Now what I’m going to say may sound indelicate…”
  • “Every day you fight like you’re running out of time.”
  • “I’ve seen injustice in the world and I’ve corrected it.”
  • “They are asking me to lead. I am doing the best I can.”
  • “Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?”
  • “If I could grant you peace of mind, would that be enough?”
  • “Honestly, that’s why public service seems to be calling me!”
  • “Corruption’s such an old song that we can sing along in harmony.”
  • “Every proclamation guarantees free ammunition for your enemies!”

we were little girls with messy hair who wanted to shoot lasers at the people who hurt us. we made our barbies fly, made them spies, made them as strong as we wanted to be. they could stand up to the bullies. when we were older, we would ask, “where are the female superheroes?”

“it’s just a movie,” we were assured, “and what’s wrong with being the girl next door?”

we were angry adolescents with no safe direction to lash out in. we were not allowed to be violent. those of us who turned to our playstation were embarrassed for it. many of us were bullied. many of us turned to fantasy. when we were older, we would ask, “why is there only one playable girl character in this whole game?”

“video games are art,” we were sneered at, “i’m sick of these fake gamer girls ruining our media.”

we were high school girls who were worried we weren’t being kissed fast enough, even at 15. we felt shame boil up around our ears when men leaned out of cars to sling slurs at us. we wanted to feel good about ourselves but were sent home for showing our shoulders. what were we telling people by being so in love with our bodies that we showed them off in any small way. when we were older, we would ask, “why does this advertisement for socks have a barely-18-year-old girl lying mostly-naked on a bed?” we saw our own 18-year-old self, who could barely kiss right and still trembled about sex.

“relax,” we were told, “if you don’t like it, don’t look. if you’re mad they’re selling you your clothes like this, just don’t buy from them.”

we turned into tired adults. we have our fires burnt out. we have explained and explained until our tongues turned numb why we deserve to be able to live without fear. we got sick of being teachers. any dent we made was quickly refilled. we were sick of trying to talk to people who would never change their minds about us. we were sick of it. and we still asked: “where am i? where are the people who look like me?”

i once was in a coffee shop sighing to a friend, “why don’t people get that not every girl has the same body or same metabolic system” and i was interrupted by a large man who has no idea how i eat or how much i weigh or how healthy i might be, and he loudly and briskly informed me, “Victoria’s Secret models have a more common body type than you think. If you’re so pissed about not being like the girls on tv, how about you change what you look like?” i had gone 6 days without eating. 

so we made it up. we gave barbie a cape and our spotted dog the ability to control the weather. we wrote barely-legible fanfiction about vampires who were also terribly in love with us - because we were perfect in this world, unlike the mess of what really was - we crafted entire sub-stories about how the main characters in our favorite universes were secretly girls in disguise. we made 17-year-old characters who would cut the throats of anyone who hurt them. we drew pictures of women in full, angry armor. we wrote bad poems about the girls we loved and the ones we were jealous of. we hurt ourselves often, were excellent at denying ourselves in the name of something. we only ate salad, we wouldn’t touch grease, we didn’t buy certain things, didn’t get dirty. we used things to fill the gaps. bath bombs. fussy boots. venti iced mocha half-caf.

we made it up. we flooded the market. we put up pictures of ourselves smiling, with messy hair and silly faces, with back fat, with smudged makeup. we made videos perfecting our lips. we made art of possible fashion - all with pockets. 

a few girls take selfies at a sports event. they are slandered across the news for it. 

can you imagine? can you imagine the selfishness? the audacity? the self-possession one must feel to take a picture of themselves where they control everything? 

we don’t belong. images of us have to be photoshopped. made in buildings with perfect lighting. a young girl in underwear. we don’t belong. we don’t exist. keep quiet. if you don’t like it, don’t look at it.


Archie & Betty in Riverdale 1.02 “Chapter Two: A Touch of Evil.”

“Betty and I have been next-door neighbors since we were four. We’ve always gone to the same school, been in the same class. I remember in the second grade I was having trouble reading and my teacher, Mrs. Gribrock, told my mom and dad that I should stay back a year to get caught up. Betty was so against us not being in the same grade that she took it upon herself to tutor me every single day. (…) Anyway, when I passed, thanks to Betty, I kissed her and I asked her to marry me. She was like ‘Oh, little Archie, we’re too young. Ask me when we’re 18 and I’ll say yes’. I hate that I hurt her.”

  • baby: a...ah...ah
  • mother: honey quick she's saying her first word!

Book Collage based on ‘Anna and the French Kiss’ by naturallysteph (Stephanie Perkins)

Lola/Isla will hopefully come at some point, hopefully.

You can see the rest of my book collages HERE