what she means:
i just really miss jamie. the last time we saw him was in buddy’s book and that wasn’t even technically jamie. it was steven pretending buddy was jamie. summer of steven had a BUNCH of episodes focusing on human characters, like kiki's pizza delivery service, restaurant wars, beach city drift, the new lars, and drop beat dad. everyone from the cool kids to ronaldo to lars to kevin got to have time onscreen, but alas no jamie. who is steven getting his mail from. does steven even get any mail anymore. where is my hammy poetic mailman son. i hope he's doing well. where is he
❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜ ❛ idc (i do care) ❜ ❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜ ❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜ ❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜ ❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜ ❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜ ❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜ ❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜ ❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜ ❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜ ❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜ ❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜ ❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜ ❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜ ❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜ ❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜ ❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜ ❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜ ❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜ ❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜ ❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜ ❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜ ❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜ ❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜ ❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜ ❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜ ❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜ ❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜ ❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜ ❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜ ❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜ ❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜ ❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜ ❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜ ❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜ ❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜ ❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜ ❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜ ❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜ ❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜ ❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜ ❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜ ❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜ ❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜ ❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜ ❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜ ❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜ ❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜ ❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜ ❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜ ❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜ ❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜ ❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back ❜ ❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜ ❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜ ❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜ ❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜ ❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ my way through life ❜ ❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜ ❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜ ❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜ ❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜ ❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜ ❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜ ❛ me? cancelled ❜ ❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜ ❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜ ❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜ ❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜ ❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜ ❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜ ❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜ ❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜ ❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜ ❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜ ❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜ ❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜ ❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜ ❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜ ❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜ ❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜ ❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜ ❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜ ❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜ ❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜ ❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜ ❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜ ❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜ ❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜ ❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜ ❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜ ❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜ ❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜ ❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜ ❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜ ❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜ ❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜
( you can find the other popular text posts memes on my old blog: 1, 2)
A little story about how much of a fucking mess WW2 was in France
France in WW2 was a fucking mess. In the late stages of the war the whole country was occupied, the Resistance was blowing shit up, the Nazis were killing people in retaliation, and the Yankees were just bombing the shit out of them in return. Unfortunately the messiest part was yet to come, somehow.
where I buy my ties right after it was liberated c.1944
One problem about the liberation of Alsace is that in in the 1940′s a great deal of the population was still born and raised in the 40 years of German occupation prior to WW1. Although that alone wouldn’t have been much of a factor, in the interwar era France’s government took on an increasingly left-wing stance, with the Front Populaire introducing many such things as paid leaves and 40-hours weeks. As any French person will tell you, Alsace was and still is somewhat of a right-wing bastion, which meant that unfortunately a bunch of assholes became heartfelt supporters of the fascist regime. One of these persons, that saw socialism as a bunch of hippie communist decadent libertarian bullshit, was regrettably a pastor in Mulhouse. When the Allied forces came he of course didn’t lose any time and bailed to… the United States. Apparently that worked out fine for him too. Go figure.
Anyway only one guy was left in the building that housed his church, probably keeping an eye on things while everyone was away. Now two accounts of what happened subsist to this day, and they’re a very good illustration of what kind of messy mess the situation was. The less official version is that as Allied forces liberated the city, soldiers of the FFI came looking for that dickish pastor. They found the guy in his place and assumed he was either lying to cover his identity or a collaborator anyway, and thus they killed him. It was not uncommon in these days for illegal tribunals to be held in various cities, before order was restored under De Gaulle’s provisional government, and many proven or alleged collaborators found their death without proper trial in 1944 and 1945. In fact this kind of actions were somewhat endorsed by the military, with the famous general Leclerc himself being known for having killed French SS prisoners of war.
the omnipresent 1940′s version of the 4chan party van
The second, official account has it that some of the American soldiers, who were stationed on the grounds of the church - now a frozen food store and a bank, decided to go on a-looting. They wandered into the building and found the wine cellar that any Frenchman worth their salt had back in the days, and got drunk on it. The guy heard the commotion and came down to address the issue, things got heated and the GI’s shot him. I’m not sure considering the other account how much we can trust this one, as it’s incredibly more convenient for France’s image to have the Americans be the culprit, but unfortunately this kind of incident was far from uncommon as the liberation went on. Even by 1946, there remained one and a half million Allied soldiers awaiting return beyond the sea that had been told in newspaper during their whole interwar years that France was super cool and full of bitches and wine and shit. Thousands of complaints of rape and crimes were reported, with citizens of the major harbor of le Havre protesting against “a regime of terror, imposed by bandits in uniform.“
where I post my mail right after it was liberated c.1944
This among other things is why France wasn’t all that much aligned with the US after WW2, compared to say the UK. This just goes to show just how fucking terrible this war was for most people involved, but also for the countries where the fighting actually happened. For instance I heard of this story because I live in that same building and I knew some people of the guy’s family. Kind of why I save my jokes and admiration for WW1, everyone’s dead already so who cares.
there’s only so many world wars the landscape can take
I’m super excited for all the TS2 players 😊 I wish I could go back and play it, I really wish I could, but no body sliders is a deal breaker for me. And with the way s2 clothing meshes are built I don’t see body sliders ever being possible (but what do I know? we never thought custom sliders would be possible either).
It’s tempting for Jinyoung to sit still in his office when he knows he has more of his memories with Hanna stored away in the locked drawer below his desk. The ones he shredded in front of Soojung weren’t the last. He knew his heart would long for his late-wife (if he could call her that), so he had to keep the remaining photos elsewhere. As soon as break comes, he requests that no one interrupts him as he’ll be having his lunch alone. It’s the perfect excuse to get a glimpse of the memories after so long.
You sat in your bed and wondered about your friend; how was he doing? Why wasn’t he on the app with you? Was he okay? Maybe you were simply over-reacting as you normally did, and he had just been too busy to go on his phone to answer the few messages you left him before you stopped. Or, maybe he had forgotten about the stupid app and forgot about you too.
It was okay if he did delete the app; because if he deleted the app, that meant that he didn’t need it anymore. If he deleted the app, that meant, in your mind, that he was finally happy, and he deserved to be happy just as much as anyone else did. But, because you hadn’t heard from your friend in a few days, it worried you that he hadn’t bothered to contact you since the last time you spoke. He had never disappeared like that since you both began to talk, if he were to be away for a little longer than normal, he would always tell you why and say goodbye. But this time, for whatever reason, you got no goodbye.
A/N:there will be an additional part, but I don’t know when it will be up. I got the story line idea from HSM 3 so yes, it will be similar. Also, helpful hint. This (####) means a skip in time within the same day. This (****) means a skip in time more than a day.
Taking In Strays - Chapter 5 - Steve Rogers Fanfic
A/N: Oh lookie… things are going all sweet and happy for Steve and Emily… and hey, added parental units… Also please note i wrote this in wordpad that doesn’t have spellcheck so i am sorry for any horrific spelling/grammar mistakes! Fic Summary: Emily Embers is at rock bottom, doing what she can to care for her son after the death of her husband. A fall on an icy street finds her in the arms of Steve Rogers, who offers her some assistance that she gratefully accepts, but little does Steve know just how deep he will have to get himself into someone elses world in order to save them. Chapter Summary: Settling into life with Steve, Emily has some big decisions to make about who is included in their lives, and what roles they’ll play. But when she both lives and works with someone, she finds that the line between friendship and taking things further can soon become blurred. Triggers/Warnings: Unwanted Advances, Steve in his underpants… plus another one that i really can’t say here because it is literally the twist at the end, so i apologise now if it causes anyone any issues.
Bucky stood staring at Emily,
but her reaction was not what he was expecting;
“How did you get that?!”
“Its… Its mine”
“What do you mean its
yours? How can it be yours? Is this some SHEILD thing? Did you
intercept my mail?”
By now she was on her feet, her
brow furrowed as she stalked across the room and went to yank the
letter from Bucky’s hands, yet he pre-empted her move and swiped it
high above her reach, holding her back with his metal arm;
“No! You can’t take this
away from me Emily, its the truth and i’ve never felt happier than
when i read your letter…”
i feel like this is a super specific sub-trope (?) of the BFFs-in-love trope which, if you didn’t know, is where you can send my mail
but like every time there’s mention of the other one’s middle name–telling it to someone else very matter-of-factly because of course they know it duh they also know who they’re named after–i actually die??
they did it in “we are still tornadoes” which i just read and also “when we collided” which is one of my fave YAs and i wish i’d worked it into my emma x alex backstory but what can you do
someone back me up on this and also provide other examples