we just talked to her husband

27yo female status post first month of family medicine inpatient service, currently on vacation!

Interval events:

  • loved coming back to my family medicine people after 2 months off service
  • bonded with my co-intern and the amazing 2nd and 3rd year residents on our team
  • met some awesome fourth-year medical students going into family medicine as they did their acting internships with our service
  • saw a patient with the most interesting chest CT I’ve seen so far - congenital cystic bronchiectasis with compensatory hypertrophy of the other lung
  • managed a patient with hypernatremia to 160 and a patient with hyponatremia to 124
  • admitted a patient who was dying and talked with her husband about her prognosis, then listened to his stories from when they were young until we were both sitting there with tears running down our faces
  • had a patient sign out AMA because even though she was just barely out of DKA, her partner was sick and she couldn’t stand to be in the hospital with him at home. She gave me a hug and I wished her the best before she left, and I still wonder how she is doing.
  • bonded with my faculty advisor - she’s amazing and we have an uncanny amount in common
  • practiced my Spanish - it’s still terrible but I can introduce myself and ask some very basic questions
  • finally committed to memory the difference in iron studies between iron deficiency anemia and anemia of chronic disease (pulled out pathoma and NEJM)
  • started to actually feel like a doctor - this is the stuff I want to do for the rest of my life

Assessment: 27 yo female intern who has successfully completed 3 months of family medicine residency

Plan:

  • leave for Cuba on Friday (as long as the hurricanes cooperate)
  • clean our apartment and do laundry since that was put on the back burner while Boy and I were both working crazy hours
  • looking forward to, but nervous about clinic next block. I loved the amount of time I had with patients and to learn about patients and think about management on inpatient - clinic means I have to make decisions while the patient is in the clinic and then send them home knowing I won’t see them again for at least a few weeks.

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

PLEASE TELL THE CHILDREN THE STORY OF MS. STUBELS

Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

  1. The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.
  2. The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on. 

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel.  And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

  • Smashed three windows.
  • Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.
  • Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.
  • Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.
  • Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks
  • Went into students desks, ripped up their books.
  • Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)
  • Threw some desks around.
  • Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)
  • Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.
  • Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.
  • Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.
  • Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.
  • Broke multiple chairs.
  • Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)
  • Set a fire in the trash can.
  • When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.
  • She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.
  • So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

  1. It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.
  2. About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”
  3. About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.  
  4. A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

real talk people want so badly to believe that jopseh just has internalized homophobia and that hes only staying with his wife to hide his sexuality when there are multiple people aware that he’s bisexual (robert, mary, and probably more).

joseph lied to you when he got you to sleep with him on his yacht. he told you that he and mary were through which we know wasnt the case because mary was suspicious of you hanging out with her husband when you walk her home from the bar on josephs route. the entire route, he is manipulating your character into believing that he and his wife have issues for just the reason of them not working well together when in reality she’s developed depression and resorted to alcoholism because he is consistently cheating on her with other people. we don’t even know if its exclusively men.

we just know that he’s been doing this for a long time; pampering people and treating them special so he can get into bed with them once and never talk to them again. he tries to make it seem like robert sleeps around like its no big deal all the time and while you do have the option to sleep with robert on the first night, he makes sure you’re okay with it and if you do he doesnt contact you, again. why? because he doesnt like drunken one-night-stands. he was expecting for you to show some kind of interest in sticking around with him when he told you to leave but we didn’t get any dialogue options for it so he just assumes that you were there just for the one-nighter.

and this probably have something to do with joseph cheating on his wife with robert after pampering him and treating him with way too much kindness. hell, he even let robert wear the blue sweater that joseph always has around his neck, that was the sweater referenced in the old picture with all the dads. joseph was manipulating robert, making it seem like it wasnt his fault that his relationship with his wife was bad. and then? he takes him to his yacht and fucks him under the guise that him and his wife are through.

thats why robert, after you do two dates with him, shows up at the beginning of josephs third date to try and warn you. he doesnt want you to get hurt like he has, but robert definitely has some trouble being verbal and explaining what he means and lets his anger get the best of him. they want you to think the marriage troubles are all mary’s fault until you start getting to know mary through the other routes. shes a good woman who has never once outright cheated on joseph. she flirts and drinks to cope with his infidelity.

the way joseph acts from the getgo is some pretty shady behavior so i personally wasnt really surprised to find out how much of a dick he really is. what surprised me is that the writers wrote a very real kind of person into this ‘lighthearted’ dating simulator. josephs abusive and manipulative behavior is an incredibly real thing that happens every day, this game is trying to show you how to identify it before it gets too far or you do something you regret.

theyre not saying ‘gay/bisexual men are unfaithful!’ or ‘christians are going to hurt and abuse you!’ theyre saying ‘some people actually do this and theyre abusive as hell if youre in this situation or feel someone might be trying to do this to you, get out’

mary doesnt leave him for reasons that were never written into the story. probably because she doesnt want to put her kids through a divorce so early in their lives.

basically joseph being an abusive and manipulative partner has nothing to do with his sexuality or religion. he’s just written to be an absolute cock.

dadvans  asked:

TOP FIVE STORIES PEOPLE HAVE ABOUT VICTOR "MY HUSBAND" NIKIFOROV

HOW CAN I PICK JUST FIVE, DADVANS, HE IS LIKE, A CRYPTID THAT JUST WANTS TO SHOW YOU PICTURES OF HIS BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND AND ADORABLE DOG. WHO PROBABLY DON’T EXIST. HE PROBABLY BOUGHT OUT SOME DUDE’S STOCK OF MODELING PHOTOS. THERE’S NO WAY A DUDE THAT CUTE EXISTS IN THIS TOWN, WE’D KNOW ABOUT IT.

  1. “okay you know that guy who comes in, the russian one that tips well?” “wait, the one that’s always talking about his husband and their dog?” “yeah, that guy! he came in with cupcakes he said his husband made, they’re in the break room.” 
  2. “so we had this girl being harassed, and like, this super gay dude just sat down beside her, whipped out an ipad, and started showing her pictures of his husband and their dog like he’d known her for years, and the guy trying to hit on her tried to tell him they were talking, and the super gay dude says, in this super Russian accent ‘don’t be stupid, nobody would want to talk to you. go away. we’re looking at pictures of my husband’.” “LMAO that’s My Husband, he’s always here when his husband is travelling.”
  3. “this guy came in to get an actual fucking blue rinse on his hair and spent the entire time talking about how his husband learned how to knit and made him a scarf and he went on and on about how talented he was” “was the scarf good” “lmao it looked like someone threw yarn against a wall and picked it up all tangled” “what did you say?” “what do you think I said, he tipped me 40% and took ten cards.”
  4. “I think My Husband is catfishing us, because I looked at the pictures he has of My Husband and lmao that’s like, Yuri Katsuki the skater.” “what, really?” “I mean, My Husband is hot or whatever, but can you imagine being married to him?” “lmao he probably downloaded the pictures and built this entire imaginary life about him and Katsuki, poor dude.” 
  5. “GUYS. GUYS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALERT. ALERT. GUYS. MY HUSBAND’S HUSBAND IS AT THE BAR, AND HE HAS OUR DOG WITH HIM. ALERT. ALERT. MY HUSBAND’S HUSBAND AND OUR DOG ARE REAL, AND THEY’RE SITTING AT THE BAR. ACT CALM.” “holy shit it’s actually yuri katsuki.” “are you fucking kidding me.”
The most expensive way ever to get the police involved.

My wife and I had a first floor condo in what had previously been a nice complex. Unfortunately, over time the couple who lived above us (hereafter designated AA for Angry Alcoholic and AAG for Angry, Alcoholic Girlfriend) began drinking heavily, or maybe they just got louder about their drinking. Nearly every night became a massive screaming match between them. They’d stay up until 2 AM shouting at each other at the top of their lungs, then one of them would put on music at top volume to drown out the other. Their taste in music wasn’t actually bad but when it’s 2 AM and my floor is vibrating, it’s a problem. Sometimes they’d even take their fight out into the parking lot, just to be sure all the neighbors were treated to a detailed explanation of who had cheated on who recently (both), and who was threatening to dump who and leave right now. (Neither of them ever actually left, they just went out to their car and threatened to, loudly.)

Then in the mornings he would “work on” his car in the car in the carport right outside our front door. As far as I can tell the all he did was sit there and rev the engine for (it seemed) hours on end. I have no idea when he slept, maybe while we were at work? We and other neighbors complained to the condo board, who issued a warning, which AA and AAG ignored. Eventually the condo board started fining them, but AA found a genius solution- just don’t pay the fine. All the condo board could do was, eventually, put a lien on AA’s condo, but that would only become a problem for him when he sold the place. Apparently, they couldn’t actually foreclose on him, or maybe they just didn’t want to go to the trouble.

Trying to talk to him directly was useless- if we managed to catch him during a rare moment of sobriety, he’d just kind of blow us off, but if we caught him while he was drunk, he’d get pretty threatening and was then even louder for a few days.

We even tried calling the police, but they weren’t really interested unless he actually crossed the line into a felony. They gave him a few warnings, which he also ignored. Maybe if he’d actually beaten me or one of my other neighbors up, they’d have done something, but none of us felt like getting into a fight to find out. Plus there was always the risk that the cops would arrest everybody involved in the fight on general principles, and none of us wanted an arrest record.

Eventually, my wife and I decided to sell our condo and move, for multiple reasons that definitely included AA and AAG. Because of the timing of our move, our realtor wound up actually showing the condo while we were home a couple of times, and we discovered that one of the potential buyers was a city police officer, her husband, and their 1-year old baby. (I guess their old place was too small now that they had a kid.)

Unfortunately, their offer was $3,500 below the top offer. After talking it over, we told our realtor to accept their offer anyway, and we’d just eat the loss. So AA and AAG had a cop move in directly below them.

I’m Facebook friends with a couple of our old neighbors, and in the six months since we moved, AA has been arrested multiple times, and had his car impounded at least once. Apparently he’s now trying to be quieter, but that only lasts until he gets drunk and then he’s screaming again, and his new downstairs neighbor has long ago had enough of his shit, and does not appreciate it if he wakes up her kid. And I guess she also doesn’t appreciate it if he shouts at her. He’s in an “obnoxious neighbor” war with a cop, and he’s losing badly. Hopefully soon he’ll wind up in jail for longer than a couple of days.

room for two- jjk(m)

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

summer in New York has never been so hot.

(m)-mature / 6.5k words / roomate!jungkook / happy reading !

reqs;  jungkook accidental roommate smut? u accidentally buy the same apartment (it happens in dramas often) (+)  Can I request switch!jungkook smut? Like he starts out submissive and then bOOM! He’s dominant af


Summer in New York had never been more depressing. Or hot. Every step outside seems to melt the flesh from your bones, every memory you had of him peeled another layer off your heart. It had been three months of pure hell and although the heat made the thought of being close to anyone impossibly unbearable, you’d give anything to hold him in your arms again. But he had cheated on you, left you, and the best thing to do was move on. Or at least try.

The weather forecast predicted a humid rain, clouds shrouding the ominous sky and a layer of mystery covering the roof of your new home. Or the new home you’d be sharing with four other people. This is supposed to be the city of new beginnings and independent lives. Where one can explore themselves through the city. But sadly, as a transferred college student, the only thing you could afford was a share house in the middle of Brooklyn.  

Sucking in a deep breath, you grunt while lugging your large suitcase and duffel up the short set of stairs, banging on the door somewhat gracefully with your elbow. Almost immediately, as if you’d been waited upon, the door unlatches and an older, thinner woman appears. Her skin is somewhere between tan and gold, wrinkle lines around her eyes and mouth. The hair atop her head is swirled into an artful bun, small wisps of white-gray hair escaping the masterpiece.

“Just on time,” her voice is sweet, slow, and welcoming, stepping aside and waving you in.

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Fuel to Fire (3)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), anxiety, depression, mentions of parental negligence, swearing. 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro) Fuel to fire (2)

A/N: Take caution, guys. It’s pretty sad and graphic story telling. 

“There’s something about her, Buck. She’s smart, gorgeous; but there’s something different” Steve muses as he’s calmly, though focused, moving his pencil across paper. The sketchbook lays on Bucky’s shins that are haphazardly placed in Steve’s lap.

“I know. I’m not sure what it is either, but there’s a darkness there” Bucky muses, watching their giant flatscreen television, though not really watching whatever show is playing.

“Yeah” Steve mumbles, and Bucky notices he’s not drawing anymore.

“Can I see?”

Steve shrugs and hands his sketchpad over. The design is simple, no fuss, exactly like Y/N comes across to them. The front sight of an Orchid, a straight lined triangle drawn over it. Within the lines of the triangle, the Orchid is detailed and clear. Outside of them, the petals of the flower are dark coloured and detailed as well, like looking at the negative of a photograph. It’s a rough draw, but beautiful on its own.

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,704 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?


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Can we talk about this scene? How full of Wrath are Queen Moon and Marco?

Queen Moon literally lost everything, Her own mother, Her only Daughter, Her Husband, Her Palace, Her kingdom, Her own pride as Mewman in hating monsters …

But Marco, oh dear, at the beginning of the Special he was so depressed that Star was not there, to the point that he didn’t want to take off the decorations of the party just because he wanted Star to find everything as she had left. But when he tought Toffee had killed Star …

Moon was so full of rage, and she had many reasons why, even if the most important thing in the world for her was her daughter, she had the whole thing behind her to be angry of, but Marco, Marco only lost his best friend, and Suddenly, the security boy was willing to kill the creature responsible for that.

Everyone gets surprised, Toffee didn’t believe the thin guy could do anything against him, not without Star.  Toffee defeated him once by putting a big glass box over him, it was not that difficult.  But this time the boy hit his heart trying to kill him.

Moon seems very surprised too, she couldn’t believe that the always sweet and calm Marco could get that anger, could be so devastated by losing Star.

But Marco himself, after that moment, seemed as shocked as the others, did the fury move his body? Or he was so angry and sad by loosing Star that he wanted Toffee to suffer and die in revenge?

All the fandom knows at this moment that Star means a long way more than just a friend for Marco. Even if the character doesn’t know it yet, we can see it in his actions, the whole series left us hints about it … The way he always have fun when he’s with her, the way she push him to be more confident, braver, a better person and he seems happy when he gets it. the way he is always taking care for her, the way she is always the first to him before anyone else… Even in bon bon the birthday clown we could see it when after he accepted to go to dance with Jackie he runs to ask Star what to do, and later in that episode he runs to rescue Star forgetting about his date with Jackie. 

So if that’s not love, I don’t know what it is then….   

blindiemac  asked:

So I've been thinking about the retirement au a lot today (work has been slow...) and I was thinking. Yuuri strikes me as the kind of man not to talk about his accomplishments, but he will gush about his friends. Like, "My friend Phichit just won Gold at the Four Continents!" "Chris was so good at the European Championships!" "My unofficial son Yurio just won at Worlds!" things like that. I imagine him talking about these things, but like his friends don't know he really knows these (cont.)

(Cont.) people. Like they think the beautiful, untouchable, hot Yuri Katsuki-Nikiforov is just like a massive fanboy for figure skating (which, true he is, but he’s also been known as Japan’s Ace so…) and think it is just a cute little character quirk that makes him even more adorable. After all, his friends are not into skating so they have no idea who these people are. They do however know Yuuri is gay (or at least bi) because he regularly refers to this guy Viktor as his husband (apparently he’s some big shot figure skater that Yuuri has the cutest little (massive) crush on, can you even believe how cute this guy is?). But Yuuri isn’t really married because he would wear a ring on his left finger if he was, like come on. It all comes to a head like it does in your retirement au by Yuuri being recognized by fans, with some added hilarity of “I talk about my figure skating friends all the time?" 

"We thought you were just a really big fan!" 

"I talk about my husband all the time?" 

"Yeah and Jenny talks about her rock star "wife” all the time too!“ 

"wait, you’re not really married?" 

Bc of course Yuuri would not find it weird to be married to a rock star. He married Viktor Nikiforov after all. (fin.) 

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HOLY SHIT THIS IS BEAUTIFUL????

And completely and utterly plausible omg. Because that is literally exactly the kind of language we use here on tumblr XDD Even I call my favs as my sons or daughters, or how I call JJ as the king of my heart.

Wowow, okay, so the only plot hole in this au has been filled, we finally have a good explanation for why Yuuri’s friends don’t know he’s married!!! This is totally canon…in my headcanon XD

But then also can you imagine when his friends do finally find out that the person Yuuri has been calling his husband all this time is actually his husband, they insist on getting to meet him.

Except maybe that week Skate America is going on or whatever.

So all these famous skaters are in the US, and Otabek’s competing too. And Yura wants to spend some time with the bff, so Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a house party after the competition is over.

And Yuuri’s college friends are invited over.

And they get there, and they just kinda stare around at everyone like OAO

Because they’re all lowkey terrified and highkey intimidated because???? This party is basically a who’s who of the figure skating world??? Their little Yuuri knows and is comfortable with so many celebrities? Their little Yuuri IS a celebrity!!!!! This is more famous people than they’d ever thought they’d meet in one place!!!

But before the night is over, they’ve loosened up and gotten to know the skaters. Chris is probably missing his pants. Yuuri has a bottle or two of champagne in him (nevermind the fact that those two bottles probably cost more than any of his friends make in a month). And you know Phichit has told a very attentive crowd the full story of how Viktor and Yuuri met, in detail. Never mind the fact that Phichit wasn’t even at that banquet in the first place, and he himself had gotten the story, heavily embellished, from Chris.

The Fourth Musketeer (Part 5)

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

Part one here     Part two here     Part three here     Part four here

Requests: Part 5 of The Fourth Musketeers por favor, I’m in love with this series

There’s gonna be a part 5 for the four musketeers??? YEYYYY

Please please please please please please please please please please please please more Fourth Musketeers Please please please please please please please please please please please please Please please please please please please please please please please please please !!!😊😊😊😊😊

hey! can you please do a part five of the four musketeers?! I’m so hooked! I need more! have a great day 💕

your writing is AMAZING!!💘oh and no rush but part 5 of Fourth Musketeer pls!! lots of love heheh😽

Hi! is part five of the four musketeers coming out soon? it’s really amazing!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: A few days of an agonizing wait and the court case’s outcome.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,309

A/N: wowowow that was a long wait, sorry guys!  here’s the final part, enjoy!


On a quaint Thursday night, the Andrews sat in their dining room, enjoying the pepperoni pizza they ordered.  Their quiet dinner was disturbed by a soft knock on the door.  Fred Andrews was the first to stand, so he opened the door to reveal a disheveled eight year old.

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, opening the door wider.  She looked up at him with sad, wide eyes.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Andrews,” she apologized, “but my parents are yelling a lot again, and you said that if it ever got a bit too much-”

“That you are welcome here,” Fred finished, a comforting smile on his face.  “Of course you can come in, (Y/N).  Hell, stay the night if you need to.”

“Thank you, Mr. Andrews,” (Y/N) whispered her gratitude as she stepped inside.  She wasn’t acting shy because she was uncomfortable around Archie’s parents; it was because she thought she was intruding.

“Archie, look who’s joining us for dinner!” Fred called out.  Immediately, a loud thump echoed through the Andrews household as Archie leapt off his chair.  He sprinted towards the doorway, where he knew (Y/N) was standing.

“(Y/N)!” Archie exclaimed, excitedly jumping.  All of (Y/N)’s tentativeness suddenly vanished as she laid eyes on her best friend. “You’re just in time!  The pizza is still warm!”

“Pepperoni?”

“Of course!”  The two children feverishly ran into the kitchen.  Mrs. Andrews warmly welcomed (Y/N) and assisted her in grabbing two slices of pizza.  When both Archie and (Y/N) were occupied in conversation, Mary stepped out into the hallway with Fred.

“Not that I don’t love that girl,” she whispered to her husband, “but she’s here a lot.  Too much, considering the circumstances.”

“I know, I know,” Fred sighed, pressing his fingers against his temple.  “But we can’t do anything.  You know we can’t talk to her parents, that’ll make it worse.”

“But maybe if they just got some counseling-”

“Have you met her parents?” he interrupted her.  “They’re both too headstrong to ever listen to each other, even with a licensed therapist present.  The only thing we can do is help (Y/N) wait out the storm.  Hopefully it’ll be over soon.”


“It feels like this has been going on for my whole life,” (Y/N) explained to Kevin as she stabbed at her salad.  “I mean, my parents have been fighting for as long as I can remember.  Honestly, I’m surprised it took them this long to file for a divorce.”  Kevin shifted in his chair.

“This is so dramatic,” he commented, slightly leaning forward in interest.  “I know Jughead has already written a novel about yours and Archie’s tragic romance, but he seriously needs to write a sequel.”   (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.  

“Well everything’s at a standstill right now,” she shrugged.  “All we can do is wait.”

“For the court case to be over?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded. “I gave my statement, so now my mom and dad battle it out in court to decide who gets custody.”

“Basically, they’re deciding where you’re gonna live and how your life is gonna pan out,” Kevin paraphrased. (Y/N) nodded glumly.

“Exactly.”

“And you can’t do anything else?” Kevin asked.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“No,” she answered.  “Like I said before, we just have to ride out the storm and hope for the best.”

“And what happens if your dad wins?”

“I go back to New York. I live there until I’m eighteen and then I’ll go to whatever college I get into,” she sighed.  

“What about Archie?” he questioned.  She pursed her lips.

“There’s nothing I can do about him.”

“But will you guys still be a thing?” Kevin inquired.  “Will you keep in touch this time?  Oh god please don’t let this die out again, you have no idea how much I need you two to be endgame.”

“We’ll see, Kevin,” (Y/N) giggled.  “I want to keep in touch.  Hell, I tried last time.  If I move back to New York, it’s up to Archie to keep in touch with me.”


“So how’s it going with (Y/N)?” Jughead asked Archie one night at dinner.  Archie glanced up from his plate, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“The court case,” Jughead elaborated.  “Do you know what’s going on?”

“I only know what (Y/N) knows,” Archie answered.  “She gave her statement a few days ago, so now her parents have to go into the courthouse in two days-”

“And that’s when (Y/N)’s fate will be decided,” Jughead dramatically finished.  Archie nodded and returned to his food.

“Yup, that pretty much sums it up.”

“But even if (Y/N) does have to move back to New York, you’re still gonna keep in touch with her, right?” Jughead questioned.  When Archie didn’t respond, Jughead dropped his fork as he stared disbelievingly at his friend.  “You’re gonna cut her off again?”

“I’m not going to cut her off, Jug,” Archie fired back.  “I know I screwed up last time, and I’m not planning on doing that again.  I just… I don’t want to think about that right now. I’d rather just ignorantly believe that (Y/N) will stay in Riverdale.”

“Archie,” Jughead placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, “you can’t put yourself through denial again.  It’s not good for you.”

“But it’s so much easier, Jug,” Archie sighed.  

“It may be easier now,” he warned, “but the consequences are more severe, Arch.  Think about when you acted like (Y/N) didn’t exist after she left. It may have been easier for you while she was gone, but when she came back, she was furious.  Imagine the kind of relationship the two of you could’ve had by now if you hadn’t been in denial for so long.”  Archie sighed at this, knowing that Jughead was right.  “You can postpone the pain, Archie, but you can’t prevent it.”


Two nights later, (Y/N) was staying over at the Andrews’s house.  Her parents were still at the courthouse.  She and Archie hovered over her phone all evening, awaiting the phone call that would announce who she had to live with.  The phone call that determined her fate.  

At around midnight, they gave up on waiting.  Archie and (Y/N) retired to Archie’s bedroom, where they curled up in the bed together. (Y/N) set her phone down on the nightstand, but she refused to take her eyes off of it.

“Go to sleep,” Archie mumbled, wrapping an arm around her waist.  (Y/N) shifted so that her back was pressed against his.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “What if they call and I’m asleep?”

“You turned your ringer volume all the way up, (Y/N),” he reminded her.  “If you’re asleep when they call, it’ll wake you up.”  (Y/N) sighed but didn’t respond.  Archie noticed her breathing began to slow down, so he figured she was falling asleep.  He, too, was beginning to drift off until a shrill ringing disturbed their sleepy silence.

“The phone!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up.  She, tangled in the bedsheets, rolled over towards the nightstand and quickly snatched her phone.  She pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear.  Archie tried to listen to the other line, but he couldn’t hear it.

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, nodding.  There was another break of silence as the person on the other line talked.  “And that’s the outcome?  It can’t be reversed?”  Another pause.  “Alright, thank you.”  She hung up the phone and slowly set it down.  Archie turned on the lamp as he stared at (Y/N).

“So?” he inquired.  “What happened?”  

“I’m staying,” (Y/N) muttered quietly, still in shock over the outcome.

“You’re staying?” Archie excitedly repeated.  “For good?”

“Yeah,” she grinned.  He tugged her into a tight hug.  “I’m staying in Riverdale, Arch!  I won’t leave you ever again.”  He slowly pulled out of the embrace and smiled at her.

“Good,” he replied, and he crashed his lips against hers.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where it is Harry and Draco's wedding day?

here you go! This is actually quite cute I’m glad you suggested this!


Harry was anxiously fixing his tie for the third time that day. He didn’t think he’d ever been so nervous in his life. He examined his tie in the mirror before tutting and taking it off again. Hermione huffed behind him. “Merlin, it looks fine!” She got up, snatched the tie from his hand, and began to tie it herself. “Luna and Ginny weren’t this nervous when they got married.” She pointed out.

“That’s because they’re Luna and Ginny.” Harry snorted. “Do you remember how casually Ginny proposed? She didn’t even have a ring, they had to buy one later.”

“Maybe you should take some lessons from them. Not everything in life has to be perfect.”

“I know that not everything has to be perfect. I just think that this should be perfect.” Hermione rolled her eyes as she finished up the tie. Harry examined it again and decided that it was perfect. “Thank you.” He said meekly.

Hermione nodded and looked at her watch. “You walk down the aisle in five minutes, let’s go.” She jerked her head towards the door. Harry followed her through it. They walked together down a hallway that led to the entrance where the ceremony would take place. Sirius was already standing there, waiting for him, checking his watch ever so often. As they walked closer they saw Lupin standing next to him, rubbing his arm and whispering something to him. Remus picked up Sirius’s arm to look at his watch.

“I have to go take my seat now.” Harry heard him say as he got closer. “I’ll see you in a bit, alright Pads?” Sirius nodded and kissed his cheek.

They finally reached where Sirius was standing. Hermione touched his shoulder reassuringly. “Good luck.” she whispered and entered the hall. Harry took a deep breath. He saw Narcissa, Draco’s mother, was also standing there. Waiting for Draco to arrive, no doubt. He turned back to face Sirius.

“You can do this.” He said in a calming voice. “I felt the same the day Moony and I got married. But once you’re up there, the moment he walks out into the hall, he’s all you’ll see. And all the worry and nerves will melt away.” Harry nodded and Sirius turned him around to face the closed doors. “Ready?” He asked as he stood next to him.

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All the important things I noted down from this interview:

When they shot the “he’s coming for you” scene, they had no idea who the “he” would be. It was a last minute addition to 610 just to give us an idea of what the flash forward would “look like”. That’s why we saw it in the episode before the series finale, because for years the writers were pondering “who’s the he, who’s the he?” and there came a point where they just had to make a decision.

We can put Melissa’s suitcase handle to rest. That was a complete red herring and it’s not coming back in the finale.

Sasha and her husband, Hudson, double date with Andrea and her husband. Sasha and Andrea are really good friends. I didn’t know this!

Aria does not have multiple personalities because she was talking to the trunk of her car. “Don’t read too much into that”.

Sasha and Troian turned over the script of the finale to the back page and drew a Hastings-DiLaurentis-Drake family tree, trying to piece together everything. I thought that was cute. I love when the actors immerse themselves in the story like us fans.

Torrey is legally/contractually on another show but somehow they managed to get her back. The fact that they managed to get her out of luck tells me she won’t be important.

Jason is not in the finale.

We finally have an answer to Ali’s bloody lip in season 3. And you won’t like it. “During that episode and Ali’s life, she was really taunting the girls about these older people she was hanging out with, sort of a bad crowd. In the writers room we never said specifically who it was, but in our minds, it was that group of people. She was trying to make the PLLs jealous, she was hanging out with older people, probably Charlotte and college kids, the same group of kids who threw the poor girl down the stairs. It lives in that world.”

Emison has the most shocking twist in the finale. No comment on what the twist is. Sasha bit her lip the second this question was asked. (Is Ali faking her pregnancy? Is Ali AD?)

The character that has changed the most after the 1 year time jump in the finale is Toby.

The hardest scenes to shoot were the goodbye scene as well as the actual last scene of the show. Marlene confirmed that this so called “goodbye scene” is just a goodbye to “ONE of the characters”. Take that as you like, but I interpret it to mean only one PLL leaves Rosewood meanwhile the others stay.

The very last scene of the finale is a “bonus full circle moment. Although the show ends, the world continues.” Sasha wasn’t shocked by this finale scene but it is “amazing, it sums up our show in a way”. Marlene said: “The mythology of this town will always go on. It’s not gonna end with the end of Pretty Little Liars.” This makes me really happy honestly. Well, assuming that they’re not talking about Addison getting a text from B. I like that the world will always be open and we can think about Rosewood in a year and wonder what’s going on. I like that it’s 99% closure with 1% available for freedom of thought.

Mona pushed Charlotte off the bell tower, even though we didn’t see it. They were probably saving production costs, as they’d have to pay for a doll/fake corpse to throw off a building.

An Emison spinoff is a possibility.

Marlene’s new series “The Perfectionists” could be in the same or similar universe as PLL. Characters from PLL “could” be in the new series but it’s too early to talk about The Perfectionists. “Hopefully in the next couple weeks” Marlene can speak more on the new show.

“There’s a 1 year time jump and a lot happens in a year” was Marlene’s response to Mary injecting/stabbing Spencer in the promo.

BIG ONE: that was Spencer, NOT Twincer that Mary is stabbing!! Marlene kept a very straight face when the interviewers mentioned Spencer having a twin.

There is at least one, maybe two “very realistic” masks in the finale. (We are doomed. I hate the finale already.)

“Everyone knows I love Toby, so the chances of him being AD would be slim.” - Marlene

The final 10 episodes are loaded with clues and they were designed for us to guess it correctly. That was Marlene’s response as to what particular episodes we should watch.

THE REVEAL OF AD IS NOTHING WE WOULD HAVE NOTICED IN SEASONS 1 AND 2. CONFIRMED.

In the promo Aria says “I can’t marry Ezra” - not “burry”

How the mums got out of the basement is discussed in the finale but maybe not in the way we’d like.

Aside from who AD is, Marlene’s favourite question to answer is AD’s motive.

“The viewers will know before the girls” - Sasha

The reason the finale is 2 hours is so that we can process the who and the why.

The person who plays AD asked Marlene not to tell anyone so that other actors don’t act different in scenes with AD.

Marlene told the person who is AD, that they are AD, fairly early on, by themselves. I feel like this rules out Twincer since Troian said that Marlene told her and Keegan together one night on set :(

The hope is that it’ll leave some sort of legacy and that in a few years you’ll look back and remember where you were when you found out who AD is.

Hubby and i were suppose to go to the beach with some friends of ours this past Saturday. Unfortunately, the husband fell ill so they couldn’t go with us. So hubby and I made it a beach date with just the two of us.

It was a Beautiful day.  We got there early as to avoid the long lines. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was a comfortable day, not too hot, although the water was freezing.

It didn’t take too long for the beach to pile up with other visitors. One couple that set up just off of us had a really cool four wheel cart that both hubby and I really liked. it would make life so much easier with having to card the cooler, umbrella’s and everything else you decide to take to the beach.  

Finally hubby got up off his chair and walked over to him. I heard him ask about the four wheel cart and ask where they got it. I got up and walked over to say hi. Allan, the husband was tall, probably in his late thirties, short dirty blonde hair, he medium built with a bit of a belly. Kelly, the wife was shorter, a bit bigger than he was , large tits and long black hair. One thing I noticed about her, was that Carly Simon type mouth and smile. Very sexy.

Anyway, we found out that they lived about 5 hours away and are in our area on vacation. They bought the cart at a Canadian Tire where they are from. After hubby and I said that we would have to look for one later on, we said it was nice to meet them and went back to sit out at our spot.

For a few hours, hubby and I sat at our spot, read and watched people on the beach. Finally it was hot enough to go into the water. But wow, the water was freezing! My nipples were very perky and evident through my bikini top.

The couple that we talk with earlier came into the water and made their way over to us. The husband was fine with the cold water and dove right in but Kelly wasn’t so convinced and was shivering as she slowly made her way over to us.

“I can’t believe how cold the water is!” She said shivering in front of us. Both arms across her large breasts. Her goosebumps were showing.

“ I know right.” I pointed to my erect nipples.

Just as I did that Allan came up out of his swim towards us and saw me pointing to my nipples and howled with laughter. “That’s something you don’t expect to see coming out of the water.”

I smiled back at him and Hubby piped up, “that’s nothing, you can hang your jacket up most days on those hard nipples.”

Allan Laughed again. We talked a while in the water about their life and how they were just married and this was pretty much their honeymoon vacation. I had my sunglasses on so neither of them saw me checking them out. Both Kelly and I got too cold so we all went back to our spots on the beach.  

A couple more hours passed, we read some more, hubby and I took a walk along the shore and I even got in a power nap. Time not surprisingly went fast. It was now almost 6 pm. People were starting to clear out of the beach. The beauty about having older kids is that we weren’t in a big hurry to get home. They can easily fend for themselves.  So Hubby and I made the decision to stay and watch the sunset. Kelly and Allan were still there as well. They eventually asked if they could bring some chairs to watch the sunset with us.

We all laughed and talked the evening away, all the while watching other people walking and playing out in the water. Commenting on other bathing suits and in some cases lack there of.

Sunset finally came and it was beautiful. We all managed to snap some amazing pics. Once the sun went down we all started to pack to leave for the night when Allan walked back to our spot.

“Are you guys hungry?” He asked. “We are heading out to a restaurant after we head to the hotel and clean up.”

Hubby and I looked at each other for a moment, “we would love to but were going to need to get cleaned up as well.” I said looking at hubby.

“Well, if you guys don’t mind, come back to out hotel and fresh’in up there.” Kelly said walking up to us. “We don’t think your murderers after all. “ She said with her Carly Simon smile.

“And we won’t bite. Much.” Allan said with a laugh.

So hubby and I were driving behind this couple that we just met today. They were really friendly and felt very comfortable with them. You could tell that they felt the same way about us.

“Who knew that asking about a four wheeled cart would turn into this!?” Hubby said as he drove behind them.

We pulled into this Motel that was about 20 minutes away from the beach. It looked like one one those 60′s motels with a large lit up sign outside. Inside it confirmed my thought. shag carpet was all around and the bed even had one of those coin machines that made the bed vibrate.

“We found this place on line.” Kelly said as she put her stuff down by the closet. “The new owners of this place turned it into an authentic 60′s style motel.”

“It’s too cool. I wouldn’t mind staying here sometime myself.” I said looking around.

Kelly showered first as Allan, myself and hubby sat around talking. When she finished I went in for a shower then Allan and hubby. Once we were all cleaned up we took one vehicle (our Van) to the restaurant. For a couple of hours we sat, ate and drank wine. We all were laughing and had a great time. Hubby was driving so he only had one beer, then drank water for the rest of the evening.

By the time we left the restaurant, the three of us were feeling pretty good. The wine def had its effect on us. Hubby was getting a kick out of our silly behavior during the van ride home.

“Omg, I’m really glad we met you guys today.” Kelly said flashing the smile.

“Hubby said on our way to the Motel that its funny how this all started because he asked where you guys got your cart from.” I smiled back at her.

We pulled into the Motel and they asked if we wanted to come back up to their room to chat some more. We did, and what happened after that is a blur to me, but I’m sure hubby would be able to tell you.Could have been too much wine or something, But, sometime after that and a couple more drinks, I was licking Allan’s sizable cock head as he stood in front of me as I sat in the chair next to the bed.

His shirt was off and his belly was hitting the top of my head as I held his cock that was sticking up of his boxer shorts. He was moaning as he held my head with both hands thrusting in and out out my mouth.

“Christ, you have a fantastic mouth.” He moaned . His large balls hitting my chin. I didn’t know where hubby was at this time, but between the loud sucking sounds coming from my mouth, I did hear Kelly moaning. Allan took his cock out of my mouth and slapped my face with it a few times leaving wet marks on my cheek. I finally saw Kelly laying on the bed, her top was still on and hubby was between her legs eating her pussy. Both her hands were on his head as she thrusted up into him.

“You like seeing that?” Allan asked as he stroked his cock in front of my face.

“Yes!” was all I could respond with.

Hubby and i don’t swing very often because he has to be careful with  his job, but when we do, its so hot watching him. I know the pleasure Kelly was in because hubby can really eat a pussy good!

“Good.” Allan said standing me up and bending me over the bed beside where Kelly was laying. He lifted my sundress and pulled my bikini bottoms down. At first he started rubbing his fat cock up and down my ass, then I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue rimmed my ass and pussy.

I reached out to Kelly and pulled her sundress open exposing her right breast and started tweaking her large brown nipple causing her to cry out. I felt Allan’s tongue enter my pussy from behind and I leaned down more and took her nipple in my warm mouth. She let out a yelp and came on hubby’s face causing him to moan.

It wasn’t long before I was moaning loudly and came on Allan’s face as well. He stood up and entered me from behind. That thick cock filling me. I braced myself on the bed sheets as he began fucking me hard. His hips slapping into me causing the bed to shake. Hubby came up to me and kissed me so I could taste Kelly on my lips.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she?” He smiled at me.

“Yes.” I moaned back as my hole body shook with pleasure. Allan didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting hard into me.

I came again.

Hubby climbed on top of Kelly missionary and slid his hard cock deep inside her causing another loud yelp. He held her legs up past his big shoulders and started fucking her with long steady thrusts.

The room was loud with moaning, yelping, slapping and the bed banging hard against the wall. I’m sure the people in the next room were getting an earful.

Allan had one hand on my hip and the other on the shoulder as he fucked me from behind. Hubby pulled out of Kelly and turned her over into the doggy position and entered her from behind. I swear I never heard anyone yelp during sex before, but that girl, was def a yelper.  

Allan announced that he was going to cum and I reached under and took his swinging balls in my hand. He let out a soft moan then a loud grunt as he pulled out and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum onto my ass. He sat down in the chair trying to catch his breath, I knelt down and took his semi soft cock into my mouth to suck him dry.

I heard hubby picking up the pace as Kelly’s yelps turned to mini screams. The bed was banging harder against the wall as hubby pulled out and came all over her ass and back.

We continued to sit around in the hotel room, each of us in a different form of semi undress.

How did this all start anyway!?” I finally asked.

Kelly broke out in laughter. “Omg, you don’t remember?”

I shook my head as all three of them looked at me.

“When we got back into the room.” Hubby began to explain. “ Allan asked so what do you guys want to do. You said , Lets fuck. It surprised us all.”

“ I thought you were just joking around, but I stood up in front of you and asked what you had in mind.” Allan said with a smile. “ Next thing you know, you were massaging my cock through my shorts.”

“oh.” I said sheepishly

“I didn’t even realized you to were swingers.” Kelly said handing us all a bottle of water.

“Occasionally.” Hubby replied.

“Were not.” she smiled back. “But we could very well be now.”

“ Oh look dear, we converted another one.” Hubby joked.

Another hour passed by and it was getting late so hubby and I announced that we were going to leave. I got up to use the washroom. Allan came in behind me, left the door open and began to kiss me. His hand reached down under my sundress and felt my wet pussy. I moaned as his lips touched mine. His tongue played with mine as he fingered me.

The bathroom faced away from the bed room so hubby couldn’t see, Allan lifted me up onto the bathroom counter and moved closer. His hard cock sticking straight out. He took it into his hands and we both watched as he moved it up and down my pussy lips.

I couldn’t hear anything in the next room so I didn’t know if hubby was getting ready or not. Allan moved forward and his hard cock slid straight into me. We kissed passionately as his hips slapped into me. I held his ass cheeks feeling them tighten with each hard thrust. Everything on the counter was moving as we moaned .

Allan took both my legs and widened them apart with both arms as he fucked me. It was so hot knowing our spouses were in the next room. Allan then pulled out, moved me forward a bit and put his cock head on my asshole.

“You think hubby will be angry?” He whispered in my ear as he slowly pushed his cock into my ass.

“He’s not in here.” I whispered back feeling his hard cock entering my ass.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off this ass all day.” he breathlessly whispered into my ear. “I was imagining how fucking tight your ass must be.”

He was all the way in my tight ass. His arms wrapped around me and started kissing my neck as he fucked my ass.

“Your.” hard thrust in. “So” another hard thrust. :Fucking.” Tight!” his hard thrust shook the bathroom counter as he whispered into me ear.

I was so fucking wet and horny. It was so hot having my ass fucked t with hubby in the next room.

His hard cock filled my ass and the sensation was driving my crazy. I could feel my orgasm building so I reached down between us to rub my clit. That was enough to send me over the edge and I had a amazing orgasm. Crying out, scratching his shoulder with my finger nails.

“I’m going to cum, where do you want it?” he was way beyond breathless at this point.

“In my ass.” I replied back holding onto his naked ass.

He thrust a could more times and cried out with his own orgasm as his cock pulsed inside my ass as his warm cum filled me.

“Holy fuck that was awesome.” He said breathing deeply. “ Kelly doesn’t even let me fuck her ass.” he confessed whispering in my ear.

He helped me off the bathroom counter and as we left the bathroom we could hear the bed banging up against the wall. As we made our way around the corner, all we saw was Kelly lying on the bed and hubby was on top of her, his bare ass thrusting in and out as he fucked her sexy mouth.

We stood there watching as she held onto his ass with both hands, Her mouth making wet gagging sounds. It wasn’t too long until he came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

When he climbed off they both looked at us and she smiled licking her lips. It was another couple hours before we left as we had another fuck session. Were hoping to see them again soon and make this a regular thing. I have messaged Allan back and forth a few times since then.

Fingers crossed.

Can we talk about how fish husband goes to his sister’s memorial every night and cries?  And if you talk to him he apologizes for it?  Like he’s embarrassed of his feels? but he misses her so much?! 

Can we talk about how he was just a bab when she died and he had to listen to everyone talk about how wonderful she was and how he must have horrible survivor’s guilt, especially because he doesn’t have any magic powers?  Like maybe he lifts because the only power he can harness is his own rippling muscles?  And he can’t get emotional in public because everyone is counting on him to be brave and strong so he just has to smile and act like everything is fine?

This game is destroying me.  All the npcs have complex lives and routines that they do every day and it just feels so real, like they don’t just stand there at all hours waiting for you, they walk around and do things and have emotions and now I HAVE EMOTIONS

P.S. I am I the only one who sucked so bad at Vah Ruta that Sidon started crying out “Don’t drown!” every time I fell too far away from him to swim to me?

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OKAY BUT WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS????
Ludo’s mother has a Black eye. Her husband is clearly abusive??? Not to mention Neglective to Ludo. His mother too.
Ludo come’s from a broken home. An abusive family.
When he lost his monster army he felt like he lost the only family he had.
But he survied and built a new arm.
And then he became attatched to Glossarick.
He just wants someone to be proud of him and support him.
Because his family is not.
Ludo Is so underappriated and he is honestly the character with such a heartbreaking past and upbringing.
I just wanna see my son be happy 😭

An Arranged Marriage Chapter 6

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunter’s have communities, and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“I’m an Angel.” He stated, narrowing his eyes as he stared your way. “And you’re Y/N. I’ve heard about you.”

“An Angel?” You questioned, still shrinking into the corner of the car, your heart beating furiously at the stranger who had just magically appeared in the car. “They’re just myths, and what has been said about them is nothing good.” You muttered, narrowing your eyes as he stared your way.

“I assure you, I’m not a myth. But as for the other part, there are certain Angels who do more harm than good.” He told you.

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He’d Be a Really Good Father- Cole Fluff & Smut

Request:  Hey could you write my request with Cole? ❤ so Cole and reader have been together for a long time (fans ship them, they r relationship goals), they visit a friend who has a little baby and Cole plays (being really sweet, i mean fluff 😂) with the kid and when reader and him come back home, Cole tells herbie wants a baby (maybe smut in The end? 😏it’s up to you, but i’d love to read it😂) I know it’s weird, but I jest thought it might be cute 😂❤ I really love ur tumblr

Warnings: Mild language, fluff, smut

Notes: y/j = Your Job.

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- Maggie = Your friend who’s married.
- David = Maggie’s husband
- Hannah = Maggie and David’s baby
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*YOUR P.O.V*

“Hey guys! Come in, come in!”, my best friend, Maggie smiled widely at my boyfriend, Cole and I. I let go of Cole’s hand to hug Maggie, and Cole hugged her after me. 

“Cole! Y/n! It’s so good to see you!”, Maggie’s husband, David said, kissing my cheek, then shook Cole’s hand. We all went into the living room and sat down on the couches.

“So what’s been happening?”, David asked. 

“Well, I just finished up filming Riverdale and Y/n has been busy with her job as y/j”, Cole replied. “And yourself?”

“Busy with my job and here with Hannah, who’s now in the household”

Maggie asks if I wanted to help out in the kitchen, to which I agreed and left the guys to talk. 

“So, how are you and Cole doing? You know relationship wise”, Maggie asks, getting out the wine from the fridge and pouring it into glasses for us. Then pouring the beer for David and Cole. 

“Good good. We’ve managed to get through the long distance thing, with him filming and me being really busy with y/j”, I reply. 

“Wait, so how long have your guys been dating?”

“5 years and still going”, I laugh. 

“Damn, 5 years!”, Maggie raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Is there any future plans?”, she winks. I blush and look down;

“I’m hoping so. I love him so much, that I feel ready to start the next chapter”.

“It’s work, let me tell you that. But love is the thing that holds us together. It gets more complicated when you start having children, but again, it’s about love and sacrifice”, she advised me. 

“I know and I’m willing to put in the work”, I smile. We take the drink out to Cole and David. 

“Aw thanks, love”, David smiles at me, taking the drink out of my hand. I realised Maggie wasn’t in the room, but then she came back with Hannah, their child. 

“Here, let me take her”, David said as he stood up and reached his arms out. Maggie carefully placed Hannah in his arms. He sat back down and Maggie and I went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

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I walked out to the living room to ask if they needed a refill, when I found Cole playing with Hannah, who was laying on the floor next to him, laughing and squealing happily. 

I sneakily got my phone out and took a picture before they could notice. After I took the photo, David stands next to me, also looking down at Cole and Hannah;

“He’s really good with her. He’d be a really good father”, David whispers to me. 

“I know he will”, I smile back at him. 

“Hey, baby”, Cole smiles when he notices me. I asked for refills to which they happily accepted. 

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The dinner plates were placed on the table and everyone immediately dug in, except Maggie, who was feeding Hannah. We had started up a conversation about the roadtrip that Cole, K.J, his girlfriend and I went on. 

After we finished dinner, Maggie excused herself saying she needed to put Hannah to bed.

“Oh, can I help?”, Cole asks.

“Of course you can”, Maggie smiles at him and they go off with Hannah to put her to bed. 

“He’s a keeper. You know that right?”, David suddenly says. 

“I know”, I laugh. “Hannah is very cute, by the way”

“Yeah I know, she get’s it from me”, he jokes and we both laugh. 

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Cole and I got home after leaving Maggie and David’s. I looked at my phone: 11.47, it read. It was dark and a bit chilly outside, but it was nice and refreshing. We made it to our bedroom and Cole shut the door behind him. I sighed as I sat on the bed, taking my heels off. 

“Y/n can I tell you something?”, Cole asks, still in front of the closed door. 

“Of course you can”

“I want a baby”, he admits. 

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“Me too. When I saw you with Hannah, it made me realise how much I want a child, especially with you”, I reply, as I stand up, walking over to him and kissing him on the lips and he kisses back.

“Jump”, he said between a kiss. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned us around and pinned me against the door. Cole kissed down my neck, making me moan when he sucked on my sweet spot. He grinded his hips into mine, causing my hands to immediately fly to his hair and tangle themselves in it, tugging at the ends. He groans and kisses down to my collar bones, sucking them. 

“Cole”, I whined. He got the message and turned around, carrying me over to the bed, gently placing me down. He took his shirt and pants off and I took my dress off, before we proceeded. He slowly kissed down my chest, slipping his hands underneath me, unclasping my bra, then threw it behind him. He continued to kiss down to my panties, again taking them off and throwing it behind him. 

“Can we skip the foreplay? I just want it to be just you and me and creating this new life”, Cole whispers.

“Of course we can”, I smile at him. He took of his boxers then lined himself up at my wet entrance. He slowly pushed himself in and groaned. I gasped when he was fully in. Cole didn’t move, as he allowed me to adjust a bit. i gave him a nod and he began slowly thrusting. 

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much”, Cole moaned into my neck, then kisses me passionately. 

“I love you too, baby”, I whispered back, in between kisses. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. 

“Fuck, Cole”, I moaned, when he thrusted deeper, keeping the slow, steady pace. Cole grunted softly at each thrust of his hips. He leaned down and kissed me again. We kept like this for a while; just him thrusting slowly and deeply, kissing passionately and just letting our love filled the space between us. 

“Cole”, I moaned. 

“Me too, baby”, Cole moaned, getting the message that I was close. He didn’t speed up like he usually would, but instead, he whispered sweet nothing’s into my ear. 

“Oh, Cole, shit”

“Y/n!”, he moaned loudly, shooting his load into me. I came shortly after. He rolled off and laid down next to me. We both were panting. I turned to him;

“Cole, what if I do get pregnant? What happens then?”

“We’ll figure it out baby, we always do”, Cole said back.

*COLE’S P.O.V*

Little did she know, I was planning to marry her. 

Just Ask - Part 3

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: I’m continuously blown away by the support you guys’ve given me, I’ve been smiling from ear to ear since yesterday morning I look like an absolute moron.

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