what i saw and how i lied

musicals as vine quotes cause why not

Phantom Of The Opera: “Hey, guys. Hit that like button if you think being haunted is. Kinda hot.”

Wicked: “And they were roommates!” “Oh my god they were roommates.”

Dear Evan Hansen: “He’s dead…” “… Oh ‘not the dickhead’ what do you want me to say?”

The Book Of Mormon: “WELCOME TO BIBLE STUDY WE’RE ALL CHILDREN OF JESUS.” “KUMBAYAAAAAAAAAAAA MA LOOOOOOOO-”

Spring Awakening: “Hey, ma, what’s good? How old are you?” “Fifteen.” [UNINTELLIGABLE YELLING NOISES]

Heathers:  “SAW YOU HANGIN OUT WITH CAITLIN YESTERDAY-” “R-REBECCA, IT’S NOT WHAT YOU TH-” “I WONT HESITATE BITCH.”

Be More Chill: “Hey bro what do you wanna eat?” “ T̠̤̭̘̬̀h͖͉e̴͉̼ ̬̙͡s͍̦̖̘̥̮͙o̳̕ụ̪ḻ̣͞s͓͖̬ ͚̬o͍̮͉f̜̫̼̲̭ ͖̕t̲̱̮̣͎͍͈h̝͇̮̦̥͜e͙̺̝ ͈̼in̶̗̪̪̪̝n̗̮̭̣̺͈o͙̻̟̜͙̞c͎̻e̹̤̭̟n̘͞t” “A bagel.” “ N̟̦̬̭͖͍̗O͓̼͟!̣͢ “

American Idiot: “Don’t let anybody else ruin your life. Because it’s your life. You should ruin it.”

Les Misérables: “Hey ~  How ya doin? Well, I’m doin just fine. I lied. I’m dying inside.”

Rent: The “Completely Giving Up” vine that has all the characters named Me

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:  “My god, they’ve been in there forever.” “Eh, they probably just-” “WHOA WHAT THE FUCK WE’RE THE SAME PERSON” “HOLY SHIT” “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN” “STOP YELLING AT ME”

Waitress: “Why did you seat that couple before us?” “It’s a table for two.” “Yeah?” “You have ten people.” “Yeah?” [”We Like To Party” by Vengaboys plays]

Chicago: Could ya stop playin that damn music?” “Don’t talk shit on my music!” [GUNSHOT] ♪ say you’ll remember me ♪

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James Potter to Mrs. Wife: lily can we have another baby?

Lily Potter to Wears Socks to Bed: R u going to text me that every time Harry does something cute?

James Potter: yes

Lily Potter: U know if we got one every time u asked we’d have like 35 babies by now??

James Potter: i’d be okay with that

James Potter: they might give us our own tv programme

James Potter: lil and jim and their kin 

Lily Potter: Ur right what’s the point of having children if not to pimp them out for reality television

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The books I got from Half Price Books a couple of weeks ago. I believe ¾ if not 4/4 are middle grade books. I never really read middle grade, or gave it the time of day, until this assignment in one of my classes. I deeply regret looking over this wonderful genre. I didn’t realize middle grade tackled such hard topics.

The Package.

Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 2,550
Author : Mel
Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink
Square filled : Knotting
Written for @spnkinkbingo

SPN KINK BINGO MASTERLIST



“Hey, Y/N?” Your door opened and you panicked, slamming the laptop shut. “.. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” You were quick to answer. Maybe too quick.

His eyes moved down to your lap, his eyebrow raising, and a smirk beginning to show. “Your hand says otherwise.” His eyes went back up to meet yours as you quickly pulled your hand out of your pants.

Your cheeks went bright red. “W-what do you need?”

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Soo… I saw Rogue One again last night on IMAX. Some random thoughts:


In the bunker while little Jyn waits for someone to get her, in the low glow of the lantern light, you can see her silent tears rolling down her face. At eight, she learned how to cry silently. I imagine that, until she saw her father’s holo on Jedha, from eight until twenty-two, it was the only way she ever cried if she cried at all: alone and without a sound.

I’ve been pronouncing Chirrut’s name wrong for months now. I’ve seen this movie twice before. His name is not a text post. What the hell is wrong with me?

You can see how much Jyn and Saw cared for each other when they reunite on Jedha. There’s a lot of hurt, but also a lot of love that never went away.

The looks on Baze and Bodhi’s faces when they see NiJedha destroyed breaks my heart. You see it pass through their eyes: their home is gone, everyone they ever knew is now dead; incinerated.

I got chills every time Cassian shouted “JYN!” because this guy has no chill and I love it.

Jyn lashes out at Cassian after Eadu because he has lied to her and had intended to kill her father, but it strikes me that the hurt is amplified because up until then, she has trusted him more than she has trusted anyone else in almost a decade. And like in the novel, she doesn’t just feel like he lied to her–many people have lied to her–she feels betrayed because he mattered, and he’s shown that she matters to him somehow, too.

The first time I watched it, I was totally in the uncanny valley with Tarkin. Less so the second time, and this third time, I was like oh yeah, that’s cool, that looks fine.

TARKIN IS TALL. I never noticed this before, but he’s a giant. After we got home from the movie, we put on A New Hope and yep, Tarkin was always super tall, but he looked average sized because he was always standing next to Darth Vader who is a giant.

The lack of personal space, oh my gawd. I mean I noticed it the last two viewings and obviously during all the times I stared moonily into the various gifsets, but seeing it on IMAX, like whoa. They’re six inches away from each other practically every time they speak. One stumble and they’re making out. WHY DID THEY NOT STUMBLE EVER? STUPID SURE-FOOTED REBELS.

Ben Medelsohn nails the look of terror when Krennic meets Vader. By all accounts from the Rogue One press tour, he was legit terrified when he shot those scenes, and it shows, and it’s perfect.

Felicity Jones is fucking amazing in this part and I’m literally the fight me emoji (ง'̀-‘́)ง to all the haters because if all you want is obvious scenery-chewing to represent deep emotion, then get out of my face you clowns.

By the time we get to “welcome home,” Jyn and Cassian are so into each other, like, I cannot even.

Oh, Bodhi. You were key to all of this. Your bravery was the first domino to fall. Without you, none of this would have happened. And then, taking charge on Rogue One. Giving orders. What a change from the shell-shocked, post-Bor Gullet Bodhi on Jedha. Galen would have been proud of you, too.

When Baze smiles my heart melts a little bit and then I die inside because he’ll be dead soon, too.

“Your Father Would Be Proud” kicks in as soon as Cassian saves Jyn from Krennic on the tower, and I was barely holding my shit together right then and there.

THE LOOKS IN THE TURBOLIFT LIKE WTF CAN I JUST FREEZE TIME AND LIVE IN THAT MOMENT FOREVER? OK. THANKS. I THINK I’M PREGNANT NOW?

Jyn and Cassian walking to the beach is like peak handsomeness and beauty. Goddamit, Diego and Felicity. And goddamit, Gareth Edwards, you done good.

THE HUG ON THE BEACH IN IMAX PLZ SEND HELP.

Every single one of them died knowing that they had completed their piece of the mission. Bodhi patched through to the Alliance. Baze and Chirrut turned on the master switch. Kaytoo helped Jyn and Cassian get the data file. Jyn and Cassian successfully transmitted the plans. But none of them never knew for sure if the Alliance got the plans. They’d never know that the Death Star would be destroyed. They’d never know that they were all parts in the sum of the whole. But they all died knowing they gave it everything they had to give.

👀 Okay Look 👀

I get that Nathan Prescott is the devil to some of you and that you hate literally everything about him. BUT can we talk about the fact that Jefferson used Nathan’s mental illness, family issues, and insecurities to manipulate him into doing what he wanted???? He is one of Jefferson’s victims too. Nathan literally just wanted a father figure and Jefferson used that against him. And after he kills Rachel, on accident I might add, he spirals even further into his mental illness. Yes, what he was doing was fucked up but he knew Jefferson was doing these things and he saw how respected Jefferson was and wanted people to think of him that way.

I know it’s easy to see someone as either 100% good or 100% evil, but Nathan Prescott is somewhere in between. Even Max acknowledges this when she says things like “if Nathan had gotten more help” and “I hate what he did, but I can’t hate him.” By seeing Nathan as only evil is ignoring a major theme of the game which is Mental Illness.

To be honest, I fully expect this to get 0 notes but I had to rant.

anonymous asked:

Care to elaborate on your tags re: Harry's music and your worries concerning content vs form? I don't get it. Thanks.

So short version (I’ll try and write a post that explains what I actually mean some time in the future - but I can already feel that this post is going to be long).  my concerns about Harry’s music are quite personal.  I really value specificity in music and also fun/joy.  Harry’s interview further suggested that I probably couldn’t expect much of either of these things from his album.  I’d kind of figured that from SOTT and ESNY.  I don’t think joy or specificity are where he’s at as a songwriter - and I also think there is a lot about his position that would discourage joy (and even more so) specificity in songs.  I find the reasons that he might not be into joy and specificity in songs quite endearing and I have huge sympathy for them.  So it doesn’t necessarily change the way I respond to him as a person, but it will change the way I respond to his music.  And it does make me sad, for me, that the music he’s putting out won’t be the sort of music that most resonates with me.

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The content vs. form thing of his interview is kind of a feature of the form itself.  Long celebrity interviews are this dance where the celebrity performs being accessible and intimate, while staying on brand and the journalist writes as if they’re revealing while also maintaining access.  To me there were these really jarring juxtapositions to the words Harry was saying and the form of the promo campaign that he was saying it.

So Harry says: “ “Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music – short for popular, right? – have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy?” etc in his first in depth print interview with a magazine whose entire mission has been to uphold the supremacy of the 30-year-old hipster guy.  This venue and the interviewer were very definitely chosen to signal to those 30-year-old hipster guy that it was OK to like Harry.  On top of that Harry carefully and repeatedly uses the word honest - to signal to those readers that his music is better and more authentic now than it was in One Direction when those teenage girls liked him.

Or Harry says: “I feel like they were always thinking, ‘OK, this ride could stop at any point and we’re going to have to be there when it does.’ There was something about playing the album and how happy I was that told them, ‘If all I get is to make this music, I’m content. If I’m never on that big ride again, I’m happy and proud of it.'” While part of an incredibly highly controlled, high-stakes, promo campaign, designed to make him a solo superstar.

Now that’s really normal, that’s kind of a feature of this sort of interview.  But the impression I got from to the totality of the interview was not that Harry was not just carefully selling an image, but also quite mixed up about who he wanted to be and how he wanted to relate to people, mystery vs honesty and so on.  That this jarring juxtaposition wasn’t just a feature of the form of the celebrity, but also showing how ambivalent and unclear Harry was about all this stuff. 

In particular, it made me think of two different statements kind of about being seen.  One was Harry’s own, from a year in the making, “I want to be someone who doesn’t care what people think, but I just don’t think I am.” For me, everything about this promo campaign has demonstrated how much both of those things, wanting not to care, but really caring, are still absolutely true for Harry.

And the other was Jodie Foster’s coming out speech - which is a mess, but I’ve always thought a really profound mess:

…be a big coming-out speech tonight because I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago back in the Stone Age, in those very quaint days when a fragile young girl would open up to trusted friends and family and co-workers and then gradually, proudly to everyone who knew her, to everyone she actually met. But now I’m told, apparently, that every celebrity is expected to honor the details of their private life with a press conference, a fragrance and a prime-time reality show. […] But seriously, if you had been a public figure from the time that you were a toddler, if you’d had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe you too might value privacy above all else. Privacy.

 […]

I will continue to tell stories, to move people by being moved, the greatest job in the world. It’s just that from now on, I may be holding a different talking stick. And maybe it won’t be as sparkly, maybe it won’t open on 3,000 screens, maybe it will be so quiet and delicate that only dogs can hear it whistle. But it will be my writing on the wall. Jodie Foster was here, I still am, and I want to be seen, to be understood deeply and to be not so very lonely.

(transcript here - full speech easily accessible 2013 Golden Globes).

The juxtaposition between the really deeply felt desire for privacy and the just as deeply felt desire to be seen and understood really moved me when I first saw it and I thought she made it really clear that both could be true at the same time.  And I think the speech demonstrates that when you’ve been in the public eye as long as Jodie Foster, the two desires are impossibly intertwined.

I got the same desire and contradiction (although obviously not nearly as openly laid out - which is what makes Jodie Foster’s speech extraordinarily) from Harry’s interview.  

How could he feel anything else? He’s been exposed, told stories about, hidden and lied about.  How could he feel anything but a desire for privacy and a desire to be seen and understood.  How could he hope to untangle them, or even know how to act on them at his age?

And that made me very sad for him - because I want him to have it all.  I want him to be seen and understood and I want him to have all the privacy and space he needs.  And I think either will be very difficult for him to get, let alone both.

babygurltaetay  asked:

Hi can I request an jay park ambw smut where you guys are at the club and you've been needy and misbehaving and he punishes you

No Touching:

“Are you going to apologize for what you did?” Jay asked as his stripped off his clothes slowly, his toned body becoming revealed to you.

Letting out a shaky breath, your eyes that were tapped open starting to water as you looked at him hating the fact that you couldn’t breathe but you decided to play his game. Your arms tied behind your back, lets spread wide with a vibrator pushing down against the top of your panties but only frustrating you and not giving you pleasure. “I did nothing wrong.” You bit your bottom lip as he took off his boxers and drug a chair in front of you sitting down on it.

“Oh really? Nothing that you did in the club that you are sorry for?” Jay asked you as he gripped at vanilla scented lube, popping open the top as he started to pour it on his hardened shaft.

You knew that you were in for shit the moment you had let Reddy grip at your hips and pull you closer to him. You had asked Jay to take you home more than once, the alcohol mixed with how fine he looked made you want to just jump on him. But he had shooed you away mostly because he was trying to plan something for your upcoming anniversary but to you, it seemed like something else was going on. In your moment of rage and wanting attention you decided to misbehave. It’s not the first time you’ve done this going around the club or any setting talking to different men so that they would pay you attention. But it was the first time that you had let a man push against you, his hips against your ass or your hips. How his chest pressed against your plump breast. Jay saw it all and he was beyond tired of your attitude and princess complexity. He had let you get away with it that night and if matters weren’t worse he received pictures from Simon of how you were all over a few backup dancers while you all practiced the next day. Anger filled his system and it was clear that you didn’t know your place. He waited until you were home, and he jumped on you almost literally grabbing at you and dragging you to your shared room. He proceeded to handcuff your hands behind your back using tape to tape your eyes open. He had grabbed at one of his favorite vibratos placing it in your shorts against your panties but not aiding you with more pleasure than that. He was already hard thinking about countless of times he fucked you and how he fucked you.

“I didn’t..” You lied once again truing to roll your hips and close your legs against the toy to give yourself more pleasure.

“I’m tired of you lying you keep doing this to get yourself out of trouble and it’s not working. I saw you all over Reddy last night and I have the pictures I heard about what you did today. You are so needy at times it amazes me that I’m enough to keep you here. I thought about all the ways I could punish you but I know you would just want to be touched by me. You kept complaining about it last night even when we got here, throwing your shit everywhere and sleeping with your ass right against my dick.” He chuckled gripping his shaft stroking his heated flesh with his slicked hand now biting on his bottom lip as he watched you. “So now you get to watch me touch myself and get myself off while you do nothing about it.” As he spoke you shut your legs tighter biting on your bottom lip nervously.

You watched his skilled hand move up and down his long thick girth, his veins pressing out against his skin, his body starting to heat up as he kept the slow leisurely pace. His thumb caressed the tip of his member, using his free hand to pour more oil on his shaft making it sound slick and wet, lewd and very loud. He knew you loved the sloppy wet sounds when you both fucked each other, his eyes holding yours as he spread his legs out wider.

“I bet you want to taste it, don’t you? I know how much you love choking on daddy’s dick.  I know how much you like burying it down your neck, how it stretches out your mouth. How you like pressing your tongue against my sensitive spots.” As Jay rasped out at you, your legs shut tightly the wetness increasing causing you to soak out your panties and whimper slightly. At first you thought you could handle this but you saw that this wouldn’t be easy.

“Oooh that’s right shut those legs baby girl. I like seeing you play it off like you’re not affected by what daddy is doing to you. If only you could’ve behaved then I could be touching you or fucking you like this.” Jay licked across his plump lower lip. He sped up his hand movement flexing his muscles a bit as he eyed your body groaning. “Do you want to see how I want to fuck that tight little pussy?” He asked smirking. “My hand is your small hole. And my dick is going to destroy it as soon as I forgive you for what you’ve done.” Jay groaned as he thrusted his hips up against his closed fist snapping away at his hand pretending it was your wet pussy though it was nowhere close. Small groans left his lips as he continued to fuck stroke himself, his lower stomach clenching as precum started to drip from his member, he was loving how much torment you were going through, your large brown eyes staring down at his member, he could see it in your eyes in how your body moved and twitched your hips bucked unconsciously because you wanted to ride him.

“I’ll ask again. What did you do?” Jay asked in a low tone slowly down his hand movements. You shook your head defiance in your system and frustration. He nodded smirking, his dick twitching as he got closer to his orgasm. “Alright then.” Jay stood up, walking towards you letting his dick bounce with each step. He got into your face, gripping at your hair he moved your head down until you were sticking your tongue out thinking he was giving in. “See, that’s what spoiled girls get. Surprises and no rewards.” He smirked keeping your head in place a few inches from his dick. Stroking himself off he kept going until he was shooting out thick ropes of cum, landing it on your chin and between your parted legs. His dick was so close you could see the organ twitching, you could feel the heat from his body. You were so horny, you had wanted Jay so bad and he denied you, tricked you into thinking you had got away with it. Once he had released himself he let your head go moving to grab a towel from the bathroom he cleaned up everything and he grabbed the keys to the handcuffs placing them in your hands looking in your eyes.

“You think you know what’s best then you can uncuff yourself. And I hope you have fun with your toy because it will be a while before you’re hopping on my dick. I was trying to plan our anniversary trip, but now I see you’re not even deserving of that. I’d watch what I did next time, or I will pack a bag and spend my time in some other woman’s arms since that’s what we do right?” He shook his head kissing your nose as he walked off from the room making you feel bad for lying and misbehaving so much so that you planned on a way to get him back for the better, not even pleasuring yourself that night.

Animal Sleepover - ENFJ & INTP
  • Both: *half-asleep, drawling*
  • INTP: ...I mean... we always said that if you were an animal... you'd be a tiger, right?
  • ENFJ1: *yawns* ...yeah...
  • INTP: ...but...I mean... I'd obviously be a bird, right? ...like,... some really cool... uh...flying... uh...
  • ENFJ1: ...a wha- ...no... no... you... you'd be a... uh...
  • INTP: *blinks to stay awake*
  • ENFJ1: ...you'd be a ... a snake.
  • INTP: ...a ...snake?
  • ENFJ1: *satisfied, nodding* ...yeah...yeah...that's good, yeah...
  • INTP: *wrinkles eyebrows* ...I know you like snakes, so... I'll take that as a... as a compliment... but ...but why?
  • ENFJ1: *raising finger* ...well, see..
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...ENFJ1?
  • ENFJ1: ...no, I'm still... I'm still awake...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...you know how people...underestimate you... because you're small and ...seem so... non-threatening?
  • INTP: ...yeah...I...I guess...?
  • ENFJ1: ...that's it...like if people saw you fighting a bear...uh...metaphorically...most people would say...the bear started it...and is probably....probably gonna win...
  • INTP: ...?
  • ENFJ1: ...but I'd bet ...I'd bet all my money... that you're gonna... gonna strike in just the right moment ...and...and...
  • ENFJ1: *sits up* WHAM!
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: *lies down again, exhausted* ...like...there's such a power in you...that's ...that's hidden...you know what I mean?
  • INTP: ...I dunno...it sounds so ...sneaky and...dishonourable...
  • ENFJ1: *waves hand* No, no, no, no. ...not...not sneaky...
  • ENFJ1: ...like... you know... most of the time... you're just chilling... having a good time...
  • INTP: ...like sunning on a rock...?
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, yeah...like that...but then... if someone is stupid enough... to...to mess with you or if...if you really want something...you...you...
  • ENFJ1: *sits up again, shakes fist* YOU SHOW 'EM!
  • INTP: *snickers*
  • ENFJ1: *lies down again* ...yeah...yeah, you show 'em...
  • INTP: ...like...what kinda snake, though?
  • ENFJ1: ...hm?
  • INTP: ...I mean.. am I...am I ...venomous or...or do I strangle people?
  • ENFJ1: ...you'd be a... a...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...ENFJ1?
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, yeah...I'm... I'm digging...
  • INTP: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...like the ...the pretty green ones...
  • INTP: ...the...uh...
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, uh... a Green Mamba....yeah...that's it...
  • INTP: *mechanically fishes for phone and googles it*
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: *grunts with movement and looks over shoulder*
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, look... they look all... adorable and... aww with their ...with their big eyes... and... and smiley faces... and...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...and?
  • ENFJ1: ...I need a piss.
  • ENFJ1: *drags half-dead body to toilet*
  • INTP: *reads article on Eastern green mamba*
  • INTP: ...large, tree-dwelling, highly venomous...
  • INTP: ...shy and elusive...
  • INTP: ...green coloration blends in with environment...
  • INTP: ...also been observed to use "sit-and-wait" or ambush predation like many vipers, unlike the active foraging style typical of other elapids...
  • INTP: ...the specific name is derived from the word "cephalicus" which means "head" or "relating to the head"...
  • INTP: ...is solitary...
  • INTP: ...don't always strike, but ... if cornered... may suddenly strike repeatedly in quick succession, often leading to severe envenomation...
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...hm, still not convinced.
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...it can remain in the same location for days at a time, apparently moving most commonly to find food or mates.
  • INTP: ...ah.
  • INTP: ...ah, yes.
  • INTP: ...that sounds familiar.
  • ENFJ1: *comes back, falls into bed*
  • INTP: ...you...*yawns*...you convinced me.
  • ENFJ1: ...that's...that's great...
  • Both: *fall asleep within seconds*

Your patience is eternal.

When you first met me under a lilac tree in a small cemetery, when I was just a strange friendless child with no place in the world, how did you know?

When you first encountered that hardened heart, unable and unwilling to hear your call, how did you know?

When you found that tired, ugly soul behind a stranger’s gravestone, picking dandelions, how did you know?

How did you see such a closed mind and intolerant heart, filled to the brim with the lies of a false form of religion, and say to yourself “no, this twisted vine is not a weed, and in time it may bear fruit?”

Spurned over and over, you waited quietly. Laughed at and mistreated, you stayed silent just beyond the lilac tree. And when I finally grew the smallest fruit and my heart had somewhat softened, you stepped forward singing “Here I am, here I have been always.”

Why did you stay? How did you know? And how can I see in others what you saw in me?

Small Towns (Part 1)

A/N: I figured i would put this up on my blog as well. I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all-around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.

Word Count: 5,574

A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate. But then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order was almost to the door.

“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”

“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”

“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.

Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six. A look of terror fell over Lou’s pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.

I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”

He winked and disappeared again into the kitchen already shouting orders from behind the double doors. I turned and started towards my table, already digging in my bag for my book. I slid into the booth facing the LED “Open” sign in the window and kicked my feet up onto the cushions across from me, my nose buried in the book.

Fifteen minutes went by before my reading was interrupted by the toddler screaming his head off two tables over. He was fighting with his older brother over the cheap box of crayons that the waitress had apparently only given them one of. I flashed a sympathetic smile to mother who was desperately trying to hush her children. She glanced around the diner meeting the eyes on her when an apologetic look. The bell above the door rang once more and a familiar shape stepped into in to the diner with a brunette following close behind.  

“Shawn!” I heard Lou call from the Kitchen before the two silver doors swung open. I sunk deeper into my chair resisting the urge to look at them. “I was beginning to think you fell off the side of the earth!”

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◆ ——— SAW SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ I want to play a game. ’
’ My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name? ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more… ’
’ I’m having a blast! This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant! ’
’ I want you to make a choice. ’
’ Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules. ’
’ What’s the last thing you remember? ’
’ I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and I woke up in an actual shithole. ’
’ I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside… ’
’ I’m sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings… ’
’ I’m a kill you, you sick asshole! ’
’ Congratulations. You are still alive. ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. ’
’ You don’t know me, but I know you. ’
’ Live or die, make your choice. ’
’ You’re probably wondering where you are. ’
’ Now I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. ’
’ At least we’ll have the cover of darkness. ’
’ Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? ’
’ Hey! Oh shit, I’m probably dead. ’
’ Who said anything about a warrant? ’
’ If you are so sick then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? ’
’ How much blood will you shed to stay alive? ’
’ I’ll leave you in this room to rot. ’
’ I know it’s you, you son of a bitch! ’
’ My camera, it doesn’t know how to lie. ’
’ You tell anyone you were here? ’
’ Stop the lies! You’re a liar! I need to know the truth! ’
’ You don’t recall getting your picture taken in that parking lot? ’
’ How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy? ’
’ Does that mean you saw what happened to me? ’
’ Oh for fuck’s sake! I give up! ’
’ You think it is over, but the games have just begun. ’
’ You feel you now have control, don’t you? ’
’ I don’t have a fucking soul… ’
’ Will you learn how to let go and truly save them? ’
’ What you can’t do, is save everyone. ’
’ I promise that my work will continue. ’
’ If you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself. ’
’ I do, but addiction has ruined your life. ’
’ I’m bleeding man. Please just let me go. ’
’ Killing is distasteful… to me. ’
’ How did you walk out of that building? ’
’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’
’ Playing with matches again? ’
’ I want to know if you have what it takes to survive. ’
’ They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery… ’
’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’
’ Why? Was it for money? This was your plan? ’
’ You’re a monster! ’
’ Fix me, you motherfucker! ’
’ Why don’t you fucking tell me something that I don’t know, you stupid cunt?! ’
’ For three years I wanted to kill you. ’
’ I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for what happened. ’
’ You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. ’
’ There’s no preventative treatment for what you have. ’
’ Please don’t do this to me. I have a family. ’
’ You’re asking me to do the impossible. ’
’ I’m sorry, but your own actions have caused this. ’
’ What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! ’
’ This is the piece taken from the latest victim. ’
’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’
’ Get used to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere. ’
’ When the time’s right, you’ll know what to do with it. ’
’ That rolled off your tongue real smooth. ’
’ Wait! What the fuck are you doing?! ’
’ Please don’t let me die! Please don’t! ’
’ Oh, well that’s it, isn’t it?! It’s over! ’
’ Look at me! When you’re killing me, you look at me! ’
’ I never saw any indication of psychotic behavior. ’
’ You can never really tell what someone’s thinking on the inside. ’
’ Well, there’s a problem with that, though. ’
’ Go on, fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go! ’
’ Maybe addiction’s just part of human nature. ’
’ Remember, don’t trust the one who saves you. ’
’ You want a chance? I’ll give you a chance. ’
’ What do you mean you don’t know about this? ’
’ You didn’t cut your own arm off? ’
’ What condition? There is no condition. ’
’ I didn’t have it penciled in on my schedule. ’
’ It’s not the first time some psychopath called me out. ’
’ That’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. ’
’ How do you just wake up in a room and have no idea where you are? ’
’ I guess you’ve never been drunk before. ’
’ I spent three years at college drunk. ’
’ You asked me what I wanted and I told you. ’
’ You seem to know a whole lot about me. ’
’ I feel a whole lot of things right now. ’
’ The only dooryou know how to open… is between your legs! ’
’ Why don’t you shut the hell up?! ’
’ That’s your luck, bending on over in prison, you little dickhead! ’
’ If you’re gonna threaten me with a knife, you might as well cut me a little. ’
’ You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. ’
’ It’s the tool, thats going to save your soul. ’
’ I didn’t do anything to you! ’
’ Don’t open the door! ’
’ You have to save yourself. ’
’ Do you wanna play a game? ’
’ That’s exactly it, you didn’t do anything. ’
’ You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. ’
’ You should know better than anyone, what happens then. ’
’ I go for the neck, but I’m not the brain surgeon. ’
’ Now you better start fucking paying attention. ’
’ Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet. ’
’ Yeah, that’s right. I’m a murderer. ’
’ So, do you have everything you need? ’
’ You’d be surprised what tools can save a life. ’
’ Then help me! Fix me! Fix me motherfucker! I’m standing right here! ’
’ You have to play by the fucking rules! ’
’ The human body is a miraculous creation. ’
’ Game over. ’
Pacts

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  The reader made a pact with Dean and Sam to meet up on a special date.  Do the brothers keep their word?

Word Count:  2821

Warnings:  Shower smut, language

This for @winchester-writes Birthday Drinking Challenge.  I chose Four Roses Bourbon and the prompt: “Can you help me take a shower?” (I played with the wording slightly. 

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSE!

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Pacts

“Happy birthday to me,” you say with a sigh as you sit on the edge of the bed and flip through the shitty basic cable programming on the motel TV.

The knock at the door pulls you out of your pity party. Cautiously, you pull back the curtain. As soon as you see who is at the door, you pull back the deadbolt and throw it wide open.

“DEAN!” You throw yourself into his arms. The elder Winchester laughs as he wraps his arms around you tightly. Pulling back from his embrace, you tilt your head to look up at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you think I’d forget your twenty-first birthday?” he says.

God, it’s good to see Dean. Really fucking good. Until you saw, you’d hadn’t realized just how much you’d missed him. You peer around his shoulder, looking expectantly for his brother.

“Sorry, kid. It’s just me,” he says apologetically.

“What? No, I’m so glad you’re here! Come in,” you say, stepping back. Dean steps in, surveying your current digs.  

“Are you hunting alone?” Dean asks with concern, you can hear it in his voice.

“I can handle myself,” you retort, automatically falling back into the role of younger kid, Dean was always the oldest. He was the one who told you and Sammy what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. You were the one that argued with him, the defiant one, the one who questioned his orders.

“No, hey,” Dean replies. “I know you can. Let’s not - I’m here to celebrate. Whaddya say we grab some dinner and I buy you your first legal drink?”

“I’d say it’s fitting, since you’re the one who gave me my first illegal drink,” you tease.

Dean laughs. “Oh yeah, that’s right. You still a lightweight?”

“Let’s find out,” you say, throwing him a wink.

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Small Towns

A/N: I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.

A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate, but then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now, Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order as almost to the door.

“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”

“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”

“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.

Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six as. A look of terror fell over his pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Lou was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.

I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”

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Beach breakdown

(Because of a misunderstanding, Alajéa, Karenn and Gardy are trying to set Colaïa free when the ENTIRE Guard of El (Miiko, the boys and Leif, Jamon, Ewe, Kero and Ykhar) arrives on the beach to stop them.)

Do you want to know what goes through our head, you the GREAT, THE FABULOUS CHIEF OF THE WONDERFUL EL GUARD ?!

What goes through our head, is that again… you… you… no… (plural you, Gardy is talking about the El Guard)

YOU decided to blow up a family. (singular you, Gardy is talking about Miiko.)

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I wanted to take a moment and talk about the situation with ToppDogg’s Hansol.

     If you don’t already know what’s happening, he’s been making a lot of suicidal statements as well as posting strange pictures and acting weird on his Instagram live streams. Hansol had posted a picture of a drawing with slit wrists but he deleted it almost immediately after posting the photo. Okay, strange, we’ll get over it, maybe it was a joke. Well then on his live stream he sat and he stared at the camera for a solid ten minutes. No movements, no words, no smile. He just stared into the camera, frozen and blank for a long period of time. Well then I heard that he was talking about what if he just got in his car and he drove faster and faster; It’d kill him. Well the latest thing I saw was on his recent live stream he broke down. He was sobbing and said that he wants to die.
You guys don’t understand how actually cruel Asian countries are to their idols. They’re beaten, starved, stolen from and lied to. If you lived a life where you were constantly beaten for saying the wrong thing, getting lyrics wrong or even slipping during a dance practice, you would be depressed too. He’s one of the few who is ready to get out and he makes it obvious that he’s ready to leave, he’s ready to go the hell home. But he can’t because of the place and the situation that he’s in. Hansol is ready to just go home but he can’t. And for every one thing wrong he says, that’s a beating, a meal missed, a phone call home taken away from him.

   Our idols go through absolute HELL to be who and what they are. They don’t make it obvious because it will get them in trouble. Everything anti-fans have to say plays a part in their beatings and starvation. We’ll take Seungkwan from Seventeen;
Look at him 6 months ago than the pictures from 6 days ago. Dramatic weight loss to the point he looks very ill and malnourished. They hide how absolutely underweight he is by making him large shirts. That’s they hide how severely tiny these men are.
Back to Hansol, he’s been talking about wanting to die, yes? You don’t know how much trouble he will and probably has already gotten into for saying that. He could be severely beaten for wishing that upon himself and there’s nothing anyone can say or do to stop it.

Right now, Hansol needs to be with his loved ones. He doesn’t need the shitty judgment being thrown at him. He needs to be told he’s loved and that we need him, he’s worth a valuable life. But we can’t. And sometimes even the fans can’t help such serious problems. He doesn’t need therapy where he’ll be judged then made out to be an insane young man because of his problems. HE NEEDS A FUCKING BREAK.
He needs his family, a hug, to be told they care and they miss him. He needs to just be away from the limelight, all of the horror in the industries. He just needs to be told he doesn’t need to kill himself to get away from this. I feel so bad for him because nobody understands what he’s feeling, thinking or going through. Nobody can predict what’s coming.

Don’t let an idol be killed by his company because he just wants to go the hell home.

Like Brother, Like Sister - Part 1 (Archie x Reader Request)

Request: Can you write an imagine we’re your jugheads younger sister by a year. And your dating Archie. Ever since your dad FP was taken into custody the only family you had was jug and the south side serpents. So just like the scene we’re jughead gets a serpent jacket you do too. So your walking out of school one day with the group and some of the serpents come to you and hand you a jacket. Saying kind of what they said to jughead the day he got his. And Archie and them are kind of shocked/ worried.’ – Anon.

Characters: Archie x Reader, Serpent!Jughead x Betty, Veronica, Kevin

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 1509

Originally posted by phebobuffay

I started to place my books in my locker when a pair of hands covered my eyes.

‘Guess who?’ I instantly recognised my boyfriend’s voice. I turned around and took the hands from my face into mine.

‘Hey babe.’ Archie leaned in and kissed me gently. I couldn’t help but smile at his touch. I heard a disapproving moan behind me, that would be my brother. I turned around to confront him, Archie placing an arm around me. He did it automatically now, always eager to show who I belonged to. Jughead was joined by his girlfriend Betty.

‘Jughead, it’s been 3 months. You really need to get over it bro.’

‘You’re my little sister y/n, I’m never getting over it.’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

‘Well I’m just going to start gagging every time you kiss Betty.’ Betty laughed. Jughead glared at her, she bumped her shoulder into his.

‘Lighten up Juggie.’ Betty placed a peck on his cheek. A smile quickly spread across his face, Betty could always cheer him up. Veronica and Kevin walked up to us, looking all giddy.

‘Hey, do you guys know what all the commotion is outside?’ Kevin asked excitedly. We all shook our heads.

‘C’mon gang, time to investigate.’ Veronica announced, leading us out the school.

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Dear Connor Murphy (Connor Murphy x reader imagine)

A/N: Hello! Thank you all for reading and for the amazing support! I was going to start on requests, but this idea jumped into my head and wouldn’t leave me alone. This is darker than my first two so let me know what you think! I will admit that I cried a little writing this, so be warned.

Requested: nope
Words: 1367
Warnings: One or two swear words. Suicide! If this subject is triggering for you please skip this! I’ll have some fluff tomorrow!

Dear Connor Murphy,

I don’t want to be writing this to you. I never wanted to write this, but you’ve given me no choice.
When we met I thought I knew who I was, and then you arrived like a freaking tornado and changed everything. We had all just come back from winter break, and we’d never really talked, but we’d been in the same math class since freshman year. We only started talking because I loved highlighting notes in class and the teacher took away my highlighters. You commented to me how that was bullshit and let me borrow a few of your own. It’s funny how something so simple could change our lives.
We started talking after that, mostly on preferred methods of organizing our school notes. You hated a messy binder, and we loved talking about how we should run a class on how to take perfect notes. Somehow we found stupid jokes about highlighters and binders hilarious, and when it was just us we lived in our own world.
The outside world found our friendship weird. The freak and the girl next door, sounds cliché right? Not for us, and if it was we didn’t give a shit. With you I didn’t have to hide how messed up life could be, and with me, you could just be a boy, not the crazy kid at school. When we had our anti-Valentine’s Day movie marathon and you kissed me the pieces seemed to fall into place.

Nobody was surprised when we started holding hands and I showed up to school in your hoodies. Even though nobody was surprised there were still glares, snide remarks, and mean comments. Ignoring them was hard, but together we managed because we were a team. Our nights were spent entangled in each other’s arms laughing and sharing secrets while splattering kisses upon each other. Saying it was perfect would be a lie, nothing is perfect, but we were damn close. No matter what was happening we were constants for each other. After fights with your parents you climbed into my window, and after fights with mine I would call you and you would rush over to hold me. Our relationships with other people could be falling apart, but at least we still had each other, even when we fought.
You would get mad when you were insecure, and I would get upset when I felt alone. Sometimes you would scream, or sometimes you would go silent. I would hold you no matter the emotion and you did the same for me. While in holding each other calm settled over us and all the big emotions we felt seemed distant. The only thing we could feel was security.

Before we knew it summer had rolled around and we spent each and every day together. We knew senior year would be hard so we treasured every moment together. I would wake up to you and fall asleep with my head on your chest, legs overlapping, and bare bodies together. Our most private moments switched between those where we divulged hidden pain and ones where we held our naked bodies close.
You told me about the pain you felt, how lonely you would get, how sometimes everything seemed useless. I never shied away from talking about it, and you even said it was getting better, that the thoughts weren’t there as often and life had more meaning. You had never lied to me before that.

When you didn’t show up the first day of senior year a part of me knew. I decided to go to your house after school, denying what I knew deep down. I pulled up to your house and saw ambulances and your parents standing on the porch with blank faces. I don’t even remember getting out of the car, but I remember the feeling of shattering inside me. Your mom and I sat on the couch together, for who knows how long while police asked her questions and I held her hand. Your dad just stared out the window, while your sister stared into space while at the dining room table. I’m supposed to stand in front of people and tell stories about you, but all I can do is feel anger.

You left me. Maybe that sounds selfish, but I get to be since you killed yourself. It doesn’t even feel real to acknowledge that. I keep expecting you to show up in my bedroom and tell me this was just one mean prank, and I would yell, but you would hold me and everything would be okay. Instead, I hold your hoodies as I try to fall asleep, but I can’t sleep. I just rethink everything I did, and everything I didn’t do.
Now I’m just always tired because when I close my eyes I see you and everything that could have been and would have been, and that hurts too much. With my eyes closed I catch glimpses of the sideways smile you would give me when we were driving, I catch glimpses of your favorite jeans that have a hole in the cuffs. I catch glimpses of you in my bed. I catch glimpses of what would have been our first apartment, the tux you would’ve worn to prom. I see you and me carrying groceries and fighting over wedding invitations and baby names. But then I see you dying alone, and your eyes lifeless. I see you being announced dead in your room which you won’t ever walk in again, so I get to be angry. I get to be angry because you left me and took our future away with it. We were going to be that annoying couple that everybody looks up to. We were going to move Oregon after school, eventually buy a house, and have kids that would have your eyes and laugh. It all would have been so beautiful.

I’m angry so I don’t have to be sad because if I were sad I wouldn’t ever stop. The sad keeps creeping in though. I want more time with you. I want more time to memorize the way you wrap your arms around me and the way you kissed me. I want more time to remember the exact sound of your heart beating and the way you said my name. I’m trying to hold onto how you smelled and the way you laughed. I wish I could’ve frozen every moment with you so I could have memorized every detail. I want to go back and count the colors in your eyes and the freckles on your back. It all went by so fast, I wish I could have slowed everything down and relived every moment with you and savor every breath you took. I’m so angry and sad and lonely all at once with you gone. Maybe it was naïve to think that I could love you back to happiness, but I tried; I tried so hard. Now you’re gone and I can’t wish you back, no matter how much I try. I can’t give you my heartbeat so you can live, no matter how much I want and I can’t join you no matter how much I want to. All I can do is try to live, but when you left I died with you. So I’m angry Connor, and I’m sad, but I’ll try to stay upright. I promise you that I won’t move on even if that’s what you want. You were my future; you still are my future even if you’re gone. Before I knew you my future seemed average, go to school, find a man who treats me okay and turn into the person I never wanted to be. Now I refuse to be that, to turn into that. I’ll try my hardest to live a life that I want, one where I break the expectations ahead of me, just like you taught me. So even though you won’t walk next to me, you’ll live in me. Every breath I take and step I make will be because of you, and together our future will be as bright as your smile.

Sincerely,

Me