why i love everyone at this company

And I know that my poetry usually makes no sense, it’s a thing called love that compels us to keep reading. Would you care to know why my favorite color is red? I used to have a friend named Kevin and it was his favorite color. He was the flamboyant and most colorful of us in the group. Popular with the ladies and loyal to his friends. I was the one in the backseat laughing to their thoughts when I really had none of my own. Maybe that’s why I enjoy writing so much. Maybe that’s why I love the color red. He painted his room red once, I remember things changing right around then. The drugs were getting a little heavier even with his teenage youth, the drugs will rip right through you. Painkillers will kill your emotions, you don’t want to feel a thing. I can relate to Kevin, I fucking love painkillers too. I shut myself off from everyone, but occasionally I enjoy the company. I’m awkward and my thoughts are kinda dim, so I always liked being around him. Are you familiar with the literary term foil? A foil is a character who contrasts with another character in order to highlight particular qualities of the other character. I feel like he was like that for me. I always saw myself as a little too blue, I wanted to be something worth loving, I wanted to be a little more like him, I want to kiss life into everything, I wanted to live, I wanted to be more than a shadow of a group of peers that did drugs and listened to melancholy and nostalgic techno after school hours. I don’t know how he’s doing or what he’s up to. The last thing I heard was he’s into needles now. Rumors plague this tiny town, we were raised from imperfections and we grew up to taste cigarettes that numb our gums. He had the kind of laugh that made you want to be his friend. It’s funny though, none of my friends initially liked me. Until they got to know me, empty and hollow, a sponge– the one who listened to the problems, never really any of my own. I get lost in my thoughts, I know. My poetry is scattered, I know. I don’t convey structure or rhymes, I don’t hide in between the rules. My words are more scribbles than they are truly masterpieces. Would you like to know why I write? I used to know someone that said the shoreline was like a bed and naps were always possible– she waited there everyday for inspiration. She would tell me the tiny stories inside of her head that had nowhere to go, it’s funny. I never really listened to her, I just enjoyed the company of love and to be loved. Love, what is it? When I wrote my first poem for her, I didn’t know where it came from or why I wanted to write it. I just knew that I had to write it. It had to be done. I had to read it to her. Let me tell you, if your first poem was a love poem, it was probably the most cringe thing you’ve ever created. Ever. Period. But still, I loved it. It was bad, but it had feelings. You always miss the feeling more than you do the person and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever had to realize. It really shouldn’t be, but it is. You never really understand your mistakes until it’s just you. You only want them back when you’re alone. It’s been so long, I don’t keep track of the days anymore. Hell, she’s married now. I shouldn’t be writing this. She’s going to read it anyway. It doesn’t matter at this point. I guess she left poetry inside of these palms for good measure, she loved attention. A lot of it. The more, the better. Maybe I stopped paying attention. Maybe I got too comfortable. Maybe that’s why I love writing poetry, in a way it just means that I still love her. Lost kids who didn’t know how to love, another foil. You know, I never really liked to read books until I met her. She had a smile made from your doggy eared books, you know, your favorite line you always had to reread or quote during a conversation. She had the kind of laugh that made you want to get in on the joke even though you were the one telling it. I loved that laugh almost as much as I loved Kevin’s. I don’t talk to these two anymore, I don’t remember much about the memories, only the feelings that they left. You can’t find loyalty amongst pill users, they always use. Trust me, I know. I’ve been swearing off painkillers for months. You won’t find a love like that again because every relationship is unique in its own way. You can’t recreate the old flames with your new ones. You need to move on. I haven’t really lived life. Maybe you’re just like me. Maybe you’re stuck at a job that you don’t like and maybe life just doesn’t make much sense. So you blackhole more drugs to ease the disaster that is you. Nothing hurts, you just don’t want to remember anything that might hurt– right? It really shouldn’t be, but it is. I listen to music more often than I converse with people. Music influences my soul in a way that people cannot. I just turned 24, but I’m still a little confused about who I am. Does any 24 year old have their shit figured out? Do you ever feel like your dreams and aspirations are slowly dying? I’ve always felt like an old man. I’m boring and I don’t dance too much, the only thing good about me is my writing. It’s the only thing I’m half decent at, but I hate that too. I don’t answer anonymous questions anymore because I feel like my thoughts aren’t good enough. How can I help you if I can’t even help myself? Red rose petal poetry pressed onto the stove kind of writing– it really shouldn’t hurt, but it does. I’ll always miss the days when things were simpler. I didn’t care as much. I didn’t smoke as much. I didn’t think as much. It was just simple. No hard facts, just some stupid kids getting high behind a dark house and running into ghosts in every room. No broken hearts, just some teenagers who wanted to figure love out with a knife in hand waiting to hug each other. I’ll pry the knife real slow and we’ll call it love kind of love, ain’t it love? I love you doesn’t even sound right anymore, so I’ll say nothing. I miss my old friends, but we’ve changed so much– I wonder if they’ll even recognize me. My life is insignificant and minuscule, but we must all seek to find our purpose, to bring meaning to the clutter, and to add more fire to the chaos that is life. I don’t want to die angry, I want to die with a smile. You don’t get to do anything twice, you don’t get to correct your mistakes– so make enough for your self-reflection drunk nights. You don’t get to unlove people, so pick the right ones to fall in love with– don’t worry, you won’t need to remember all of their names, just the feelings. You don’t get to unfriend people, they’ll always be a part of you. A part of who you are. A part of who you will come to be. I keep slipping into the darkest parts of my mind and call it a life. I’ve been reading this book and it told me to dig deep. Why do I write? Why do I enjoy the burn of love? Over a few thousand poems, but 99.9 percent are indeed about love. Why do you want this kind of life? Well, darling– These words are as much yours as they are mine.
—  zero point one
Tea, Myself, & Why?

Everyone wants me to party
I don’t
To take beach trips
I won’t
Go to Mardi gras
I can’t

I’ve developed a nothingness
& I’ve become quite entranced

Everyone hates my old lady tea
& My ridiculous poetry
& My theories on Dark matter

& I don’t care anymore
Leave me alone with my tea
& My poetry
My science means more
Than music & whores

My words alone get me high
My company is fine

You keep the world
While I have my dreams
So far I’ve come to discover
I’m the most interesting


Requested by @runing-with-wolves

gif credit: not mine.

Actual request:  Can you do a Klaus imagine, reader is jealous of Cami but Klaus assures her that nothing is happening between them but the reader wants to make him jealous by going clubbing with Kaleb(Kol).

New Orleans nights are always funny for those who know how to enjoy themselves. You are a member of Davina’s coven and a close friend of the Mikaelsons. You enjoy their company and they need your powers time to time. Everything is fine. Hybrids, witches, werewolves and vampires - an ordinary night in New Orleans. But who said a human can be a part of them?

That Cami, Klaus’ therapist and their little friend, who the hell is she? Why is she so close with everyone that much?

You really don’t understand that supernatural beings sometimes. She is just a tiny little human and you know you can be better than her when it comes to be a therapist for Klaus.

“Y/N, love,” Klaus says. “I assure you there’s nothing wrong with that. Cami is a good friend of us, she helped us so many times. She’s not more important than you are. Please, don’t be angry that much.”

You laugh at him sardonically.

“Are you saying that I am angry? Have you ever met yourself, Niklaus?”

Klaus rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around you.

“Sweetheart,” he says patiently, “There’s no one I trust but you when it comes to my feelings. You are my one and only little witch, you’ll always be.”

“So why are you seeing her? I can be your therapist, too, Klaus! Yes, I didn’t go to college but I’m way good at listening, you can ask Freya!”

Klaus giggles and gives you a kiss.

“Y/N, I can’t talk about my feelings and my inside world with you because you already know me, understand me… And when you understand me, I don’t need to do so. But I need to understand myself, too. Please, you are my one and only sanctuary.”

You give a long breath and shrug.

“Whatevs.” you say. “I’ll be home when you’re back.”

“I know you will.” he says and leaves.

I know you will? What was that supposed to mean? Okay, you are not some little witch who waits her hero to come back to her all night long. Klaus needs to see in the way you see the situation.

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you know what really pisses me off? like super gets my goat? how like everyone always talks about how they want an alternative to disney animation and how they love dreamworks movies and want to make sure they don’t go under,

and then just totally ignore their movies and give them no chance. 

like. dreamwork’s advertising is absolute shit, i know, but like??? if people know that why do they constantly keep BELIEVING the ads? So many other companies make garbage advertisements (even disney. their inside out adverts looked like shit) and not going to see/judging the films they make on their own merit? Any company is able to produce a shitty advert and an amazing movie or a amazing ad and a shitty movie, but it just seems dreamworks gets a bad rap before anyone even sees the movie?

it just feels that like people are saying one thing and being a bleeding heart, but then totally ignore/forget about Dreamworks? Like so many of their honest-to-god great movies fail because people don’t go see them, and then they wonder why dreamworks is laying off so many animators and it doesnt do as well as disney does. its so frustrating??? like

im not saying they’re perfect, or that disney is some big evil, its just like??? people cant pretend to care about dreamworks and then when they make a product just completely ignore them. 

its the worst bc people are aware of the problem but think other people will do something about it for them. its like the bystander effect and I’m just angry that good movies get swept under the rug, and though Dreamworks has proved itself capable and good time and time again, people are still apparently SURPRISED when they make a good movie??? Even though they made amazing stuff like Trolls, Voltron, How to Train Your Dragon, Kung Fu Panda, Madacascar, Spirit, Megamind, Monsters VS Aliens and The King of Egypt just to name a few??? like… i just don’t get it 

Okay just putting this out there but part of why I love Supercorp so much is because it reminds me of my Clexa babies. It’s like au Clexa where Lexa is a badass CEO and Clarke’s a sweet bean who is an artist or doctor and goes above and beyond to help people. Lena’s a CEO perceived a villain by everyone pretty much besides Kara. Lena also wants change and to redirect from the destructive pass of the company. Kara is a hero to everyone and does whatever she can to help. Also she from outer space! Replace Titus with Lillian and boom AU.

Jumin neko atsume headcannons

(☆ω☆*)screaming omgmyfuckinggod I got carried away

  • so obsessed with this game
  • takes pictures of them and posts them in the RFA
  • zen complaining and sneezing
  • stopping his presentation just to b updated
  •  “Laides and gentleman, in our cat food commerci-
  • everyone b like ????
  • Jumin will casually taking his phone out and b all like
  • “/sighs/ tubs wHy you eAT all mY fOOD up AGain? but it’s okai i love you too (っ*´∀`*)っ”
  • photos on his RFA profile pic, on his wallpaper, on his bed
  • it’s eVERYWHERE
  • i can see him buying the company and the game
  • will also create a cat called elizabth the 3rd
  • “Zen, do you want to be the new model for neko atsume?(☆ω☆*)”
  •  “nO, fucK oFF-”
  • “Zen you ken trUST mE! It’s nEKO aTSUME”
  • “fuCK ofF JumIN”
  • “Elizabeth tHE thIRD will B thERe Too”
  • “I said fuCK oFf!”

(written by reiko)

Today’s crew profile is with our amazing executive assistant, Joy Adams! 

•  When did you become interested in animation and why?

After school I knew I wanted to be in children’s entertainment, but didn’t know specifically how. But after I interned at WGBH, the studio that produces “Arthur" and “Curious George”. I saw all the amazing opportunities in animation and knew that it was the right industry for me.

•  What was your first job in animation?

My first job was receptionist at Nick Animation Studio. As receptionist I got to know everyone at the studio, and what they do. And by having that opportunity to get to know so many people, it helped when I decided I wanted to move up in the company.

•  If you could befriend one animated character, who would it be and why?

Daisy Duck is sassy and fun. I’d love to be her friend!

•  What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?

I’ll always remember when I as told that when starting off not to feel like your first job traps you into that career forever. You can never know what you'll ultimately end up doing, and you shouldn’t feel like you have to know exactly what you want to do before you start working. You learn about what you’re good at and what is important to you in the industry as you go. You’ll always end up in the right position when you work hard and are open to any possibilities.

•  If you had to eat one kind of food every day for the rest of your life, what would you pick?

Broccoli. Oddly enough it’s been one of my favorite foods since I was a kid.

my fave trope combo is slow burn and mutual pining. where theyre dancing around each other. they think the other person doesnt have feelings for them (for a legitimate reason). but its so bad. everyone can see how in love they are with each other. why cant they see it. please someone help them because this is getting embarrassing

and yes, im wholeheartedly thinking bagginshield as i write this. post botfa and bilbo stays in erebor to help. and maybe he thinks thorin is too busy as king for a relationship. or maybe its just because bilbo is a hobbit and if the king marries someone it should be a dwarf. meanwhile. thorin thinks that hes lucky enough to have bilbo as a friend, after everything.

the company is exasperated because these two have been this way for too long. and bilbo isnt good at reading thorin in this regard. not open about his feelings either. thorin is waaay too affectionate and thats partly how he is, but seriously, how has bilbo not figured it out?

then something happens that forces them to realize or confront it. its so good. i lo v e it

I pushed everyone away, one by one
because no one cared and why should they?
I felt the weight of their love pressing on my shoulders
and I couldn’t bear it anymore.
I found myself alone, clutching at my own skin
because humans need contact - we need love.
we want to be alone
but we don’t want to be lonely.
we want to drink burning liquid
because then we can enjoy our own company,
I felt like I was trapped in a web
but I wanted to be the spider,
spinning my own stories
and catching my own flies.
I wish I’d understood back then
that needing someone isn’t weakness:
it’s only human.
—  come back
The ending of Berserk

I can see it now. It’s all tense with Guts and company on their last legs fighting the Godhand.

It seems like all is lost. The apostles have won.

But then in the distance, a light shines on a silhouette.

Everyone is looking on in wonder.

And the figure is revealed:

Everyone is confused as to why this thing is here or why it exists, including the Godhand. Then Guts uses the opportunity to strike back while they least expect it.

The day is saved, but Schnoz avoids the spotlight and is never seen from again. Regardless, he is still an unwitting hero against the demonic horde.

EXO as SM president
  • Suho: "What do you need? A new house, car, play golf a in the middle of the ocean? Don't worry I'll make it happen"
  • Xiumin: "Everyone drinks coffee in my company. You don't like it? Then go and make me some, I need coffee. Coffee is life, coffee is love. That will be your new concept btw"
  • Tao: Cake for everyone. Like.. everyday.
  • Luhan: "We are going to change our strategies. We will work on our soccer team more.. we don't have one? Well now we do, call that tall Kris boy, might work as a keeper"
  • Kyungsoo: Doesn't understand why the company is always so quiet but likes how everyone behaves so well when he is around.
  • Sehun: "So you all will now say Yehet Ohorat before every song and if you don't I won't let you party till the sun down, got it?"
  • Chen: *Probably gives the orders in high pitched notes*
  • Kris: "We are the Super Galaxy Entertainment Company. All rights Reserved!"
  • Chanyeol: "Wait... I'm the boss here? Since when? Can I have food delivered to my office?"
  • Lay: The kind of ceo that checks on his idols and trainees all the time. Calls Baekhyun's grandma for advice.
  • Baekhyun: *His voice sounds from every speaker in the company. Even recorded a song specially for the elevator* "Smile~ smile like a rectangle, just like I do~ Rectangleee tun tun tun"
  • Kai: "So hows's our Tender Chicken group going? What about The BBQ wings? I think the Spicy Ribs will have a great debut next week!"

The NES Hands Free controller.

The Hands Free controller was developed for kids who didn’t have the use of their hands. The controller is designed to be worn on the players chest. It has a long joy stick that could be moved by using your chin and a straw-like rubber tube that would activate the “A” button when blown into or the “B” button when sipped! It works surprisingly well and is easier to use than you’d expect.

It was tested by kids at the Children’s Orthopedic Hospital in Seattle before being released publicly in 1989. It wasn’t sold in stores and had to be ordered directly from Nintendo.

It’s heartwarming that a company would put so much research and development into something that they knew they wouldn’t sell many of to make sure that everyone had an opportunity to play games. Things like this are why I love Nintendo.

I’ve decided to do short reviews on all the rare or weird stuff in my display case. Some of it I’ve posted about before but it’s been a long time and others I’ve never talked about at all.

YG Stop sleeping on female idols

Minzy leaving is just the start to the shit storm YG will feel. Lately I’ve noticed girl groups/female idols slaying the charts, getting popular, and releasing amazing music. Mamamoo, Gfriend, Lovelyz, Red Velvet, Oh My Girl, Twice. They’re all rookies and NONE of their companies are playing around. With the craze over produce 101, I’m positive that the pledis, jelly fish, cube, and fantagio will also have girl groups that will do well. If YG keeps on ignoring the female talent he has in his basement he’s missing out while all these equal or smaller companies will kill him. Bigbang is going to the military soon, winner members aren’t exactly “young” either, and ikon is getting hate, why tf is he trying to shove male idols down our throats when lee hi can (and is) killing it??? Or even akmu wtf their debut was loved by everyone???His new girl group could have been competing with twice, red velvet, mamamoo, and gfriend if he debuted them already. If he doesn’t do something the girl group craze will take off without his new girl group on the train, let alone leading the next generation’s pack

Why is it that all the mentally ill kids in video games get killed/maimed/brushed off/ etc. When the entire fandom/EVERYONE KNOWS that they need help and deserve it because of how brave they are dealing with it. A lot of us relate to them in so many ways and yet the company’s always just– ugh *Covers face* They make it seem like we don’t MATTER and it pisses me off every day. Josh Washington and Nathan Prescott deserved better dammit!

Everyone who deals with a mental illness MATTERS and I am so so very proud of you all everyday for what you go through and how strong you are. Never think you are useless of expendable just because you have a mental illness.


smut: yes but not very vivid
requested: no

Ashton Irwin. That name wasn’t just a name it was and understanding. Everyone knew the name and everyone knew who he was. He was the richest, most popular and most beautiful guy in town. His parents owned a million dollar company and he was the one to inherit it all. Having money and beauty helped him form an enormous ego.  Ashton Irwin was mean, cocky and obnoxious but I have been in love with him since we were ten. He was famous for his legendary parties but I he has never invited me to one so I have no idea why they are legendary. Everytime I looked at Ashton I just wish he became the boy I met all those years ago.

The first time I saw him was when we were six. My mother worked as a maid in the Irwin household. Every Wednesday afternoon she would take with her and force me to play with him. At first we disliked eachother but as the years flew by an actual friendship was formed. We were inseparable until Ashton got into girls at the age of twelve. He changed his looks and his attitude and his friends. In the beginning he would still make time for me so we could hang out. His new friends started craving more and more of his attention. He started ditching on movie nights and his apologies became worse and worse. At some point I had enough of him and I gave him an ultimatum; it was them or me. To make a long story short he chose them.

When he got his first girlfriend at the age of thirteen I felt devestated. She was the complete opposite of  me.  She was popular, sporty and gorgeous. Every girl wanted to be her and every guy wanted to be with her. Ashton Irwin and Melanie Senden were our schools power couple. In the eyes of their clique they were superior to Kayne West and Kim Kardashian.  Eventhough we weren’t friends any more I regretted giving him an ultimatum. All I wanted was for him to be in my life but we can not always have what we want.

Right now we were seventeen Ashton and Melanie were still going strong and I still wanted him. Other than a simple hello at dinner party’s we hadn’t talked since I gave him the ultimatum 5 years ago.

That was the first part of our story the second part started in Mr. Nemans’ English class. We were covering Shakespeare and he decided to pair me and Ashton together. We were to reinact a scene of a play and of course he gave us Romeo and Julliet.

“Eh we could go to my house so we can decide wich scene we’re going to do.” I said after class.

“I’d rather go to my house, I mean we actually have a theatre room. Just be there at ten.” He replied as he walked towards his girlfriend. I sighed and grapped by books and walked to my locker.

“Paired with Irwin ha?” Luke my friend said as he caught up with me. I made a load grown in response causing him to giggle.

“At least Ashton is quite alright I ’m paired with Melanie Senden. MELANIE SENDEN OF ALL PEOPLE. I despise her!” Michael said as he walked up to us with Calum.

“Don’t act like you aren’t in love with her.” Calum said earning a punch from Michael.

“Hey do you wanna play fifa tonight?” Michael asked me. He was a total videogame geek and I loved it.

“I’d love to but I have to meet Mr. Irwin in his mansion a ten tonight.” I replied with a posh accent.  The bell rang as we all laughed and walked towards our next class. “But why so late though?” Luke asked as we grabbed our books. I just replied with a shrug and went to sit at my labtable. Chemistry was my least favorite class. Not because I was bad at it I was actually good at it I hated it because Ashton was my labpartner. At the first lesson Ashton was late and the only  seat left was the one right next to me.

“I forgot my books can I read with you.” Ashton wishpered as I sat down. I pushed my book to the middle hearing Ashton mumble a small thank you.

After school Luke and I were almost run over by Ashton and his Aston Martin Vanquish Volante. “ I hate rich people.” Luke mumbled as we continued walking to the busstop.

At 9.30 I grabbed my bike and took the oh so familiar way to Ashton’s house. On my way over there I saw all our little hideouts where we had so much fun when we were younger. When I drove up to the driveway I could see loads of cars parked. There was loud music and crazy lights coming from the house and I felt the urge to kick Ashton in the balls. He knew I hated parties with people I don’t know. As I walked up to his front door a screaming girl came running out swiftly followed by a jock. His name was Evan and he was Ashtons best friend. As I walked in I could see dozens of faces I have never seen before and I was hoping to see the one familiar face. After searching for him for ten minutes I finally found him hiding out in his room. “You’re a real douchebag you know that?” I said walking in. “[Y/N]! I’m so sorry Melanie just showed up saying she invited loads of people to have a party I didn’t know I swear.” He said. “Sure you didn’t”. “[Y/N] I know were not best friends anymore. But believe me I would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. How about we work on the shakespear project tomorrow at eleven?” He proposed. I nodded and left.

The next day I rang his doorbell at exactly 11 AM. His mother opened it pulling me into a warm embrace saying it has been too long. We talked for a while until Ashton came downstairs. He was wearing his glasses and sweatpants. He looked almost exactly like the guy I fell in love with all those years ago.

“Mom why didn’t you tell me she was here already?” He asked as he came into the kitchen and saw me. “Well excuse me but I haven’t seen her in a long time so I needed to hog her for a while.” his mother replied. Ashton mumbled something I couldn’t hear and gestured me to follow him to their theatre room. I said a quick goodbye to his mother and followed him.

“I thought we could do the scene where they died.” Ashton said closing the door to the room. “I already printed it out so we can start practising.” “Do I have a say in this?” I asked as he handed me the lines. “No.” He replied. I sighed and started reading through the scene. “I –I uh.. Can we uh could we talk for a while.” Ashton asked. I replied with a shrug and put down my papers.

“You have to understand when you gave me that ultimatum I was so mad.” He started. “You were my best friend and I didn’t understand why you would make me choose.” He continued. “Ash.” You started but he interrupted you. “No listen. I was so mad I chose them instead of you. I lost you because I was mad at you for a split second.” “Ash you don’t have to …Yes I do. Just hold on.” He interrupted me. “ I made the stupidest mistake that day and I still regret that decision to this day.”. “ I regret giving you that ultimatum.” I admitted as I looked at him. “I like you like this.” “Like what?” He asked. “You with glasses and sweatpants. You know just my ashton not THE ASHTON IRWIN.” I said and he chuckled in reply. “I like it when I’m your Ashton.” He said moving his body closer to mine. “Let’s rehearse this scene.” I said feeling uncomfortable. Ashton stood up and started reading his lines. His mother walked in with cookies and tea right before romeo killed himself. “So..? Have you guys worked everything out?” She asked putting the tray down. Ashton ran to the cookies put on in his mouth and awnsered a quick yeah. “I knew it. [Y/M/N] and I always knew you two would end up together.” She said smiling. “We’re just friends Mrs. Irwin.” I said as I too stuffed my face with one of her delicious cookies. “If you say so.’‘Aft She said as she walked out of the room. ’'How about we ditch this stupid play and go to one of our hold hideouts.” Ashton said. I nodded as Ashton stood up and hold his hand out for me to take it.

After four hours of just talking and a total of 32 missed calls form both our parents we decided it was time to go home.

“WHERE HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN. WE HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR AGES!” My mother yelled as we walked into the house. “Mom we were just haning out relax.” I said trying to calm her down. After we both got told off by our parents we said a quick goodbye and I left.

The next morning Luke and I walked into school discussing the new song he wrote. “Do you really like our band that much?” He asked me. “Yeah you guys are great, the only thing you are missing is a drummer.” I said getting my books out of my locker. “If you know anyone who can drum just give me a call.” Luke sight. Him, Michael and Calum had been looking for a drummer to join their band 5 seconds of summer for six months now. “What about Ashton?” I suggested. “ What about him?” Luke said as we walked towars our class. “Luke he’s a great drummer you should ask him!” I said gettin all excited. Just imagine my four boys in a band together. “Ok what happened last night? Did he charm you with his rich boy charms?” Luke joked. “No.. we just talked everything out.” I simply replied. “ So what he just said some things and now everything is ok.” Luke said gettint slightly angry. “Luke what is your problem. Ashton and I used to be best friends. He told me chosing the 'popular clique’ was a mistake and I forgave him.” I explained. Luke nodded but he didn’t give me the feeling he understood. In his defence Ashton and his possey have been mean to him and his bandmates. “Ashton and I are going to hang out tonight why don’t you and the guys come and join us?” I suggested. Luke groaned and I took it as a yes.

At lunchtime Ashton came to sit with me instead of with his usual group. “Where are lanky, rainbow and the asian guy?” He asked as he sat down. “Who?” “You know your friends.” He replied taking a bite of his sandwich. “They have names you know and they are practising.” I replied. “Ashy baby why don’t you come sit with me.” Melanie said as she just walked up to us. “Nah I’m good here babe.” Ashton replied. Melanie’s shocked facial expression was priceless and I couldn’t help but giggle a bit. After she left I turned to Ashton and said: “Did you see how shocked she was?” Ashton shrugged.  ’'Yeah but her face will be even more priceless when I break up with her after school.“ He said. ’'Why are you breaking up with her?” I asked. “She’s a lovely girl, she really is but I only dated her to make the girl I like jealous.” He replied. “Well did it work?” I asked now curious about this mystery girl. “I don’t know you tell me.” He shrugged. “How am I ..Oh.” I said realising I was the girl he liked. “Yeah.” “Wait was tonight supposed to be like a date?” I asked. “You said your perfect date would be to watch netflix whilst snuggled up on the couch.” He replied. “Shit.” I cursed. This caused Ashton to look at me funny, because in his memory of me I never cursed. “I may have invited Lanky, Rainbow and the Asian guy over to join us.” I said looking at him innocently. “That’s ok they seem like cool guys anyways.

Just as you were about to put the popcorn in the microwave the doorbell rang. ’'Is Mr. Popular here yet?” Luke said as he walked in with Calum and Michael. “No and his name is Ashton.” I replied closing the door behind them. “Guys please try and be nice. I promise he isn’t as bad as you think.” I said finishing the popcorn. Five minutes later the doorbell rang again and this time it was Ashton.

“Now remember Lanky is Luke, Rainbow is Michael and The Asian guy Calum, got that?”, I said. “and by the way Calum isn’t asian.” Ashton just nodded as we walked to the livingroom. I could tell he was nervous by the way he was clamping his hands and by the tiny drops of sweat forming on his nose and brow. “Don’t be nervous, I’m sure they’ll like you.” I said giving him a final boost of confidence.

As soon as we walked in Ashton introduced himself to the boys. He got all their names right and they hit it off pretty well that was until Michael asked Ashton to play Fifa.

“What do you mean you don’t like Fifa? Everyone likes Fifa!” Luke said. “I just don’t.” Ashton replied. Michael insulted Ashton just not loud enough for him to hear. I was convinced that ruined the entire possibility of them ever becoming friends. Luckily it was fixed by Ashton asking them questions about their band.

“Yeah we’ve got our first gig next week. The only problem is we don’t have a drummer.” Luke said after talking about the band for quite a while. “I can drum. If you want I can drum at the gig.” Ashton offered taking a sip of his drink. “Really? That would be amazing!” Luke yelled. “Guys what do you think?”. The other boys weren’t too sure about Ashton joining the band but just nodded for Luke’s sake. “Wait I want to hear him drum first.” Michael said. “Sure I understand what about my house tomorrow?” Ashton proposed. The boys all nodded and continued playing there game of Fifa.

At twelve thirty the boys decided it was time for them to go home. After they left it was just you and Ashton. “You don’t have to do that you can go home as well.” I said as Ashton started cleaning the table. “I know but I don’t mind.” He responded. After we cleared and cleaned everything we sat down on the couch.

“I think they liked you.” I said cuddling in to Ash’s side. “I’m not quite sure. Luke seemed to like me but the other two? I don’t know.” He responded. “Just give them time.”

“I really like you, you know.” Ashton said stepping closer too me. Now he was almost so close our lips brushed against eachother. “Show me.” I whispered and by that his lips were on mine. Soon clothes were shaddered on the floor hand hands were moving all over the place.

“I need you [Y/N]. I need you so much.” Ashton whispered in my ear. “Then take me.” I whispered back. Ashton didn’t hesitate one second as he scooped me up and took me to my bedroom. As he layed me on the bed he asked me if I was sure I wanted this. I nodded and grabbed a condom from my bedside table. “Do you want me to put it on?” I asked. Ashton nodded, took off his boxers that were way too tight and sat down on his knees so I could roll the condom on to him. I pumped him a few times and Ashton moaned at the sensation of my hand touching him. I rolled the condom on his member and layed down again. Ashton positioned himself at my intrance and asked me once more if I was sure. I rolled my eyes. “Just get in me already.” Hearing this made Ash certain and he pushed himself in me. At first it was slow and steady but the longer we were at it the faster he went.

The next morning I turned around searching for a sleeping Ashton but all I found were empty cold sheets and a note left on the pillow.

I swear I didn’t ditch you.
If you can recall last night I have an audition with the guys today and I didn’t want to screw it up. I promise I’ll be right back after I drummed my ass off.
I’ll bring pizza and everything

X, Ashton

I smiled at his note and went to get dressed. O how I lover getting my Ash back

[A/N] Aaaah the smut part sucked but I’ve been writing this between shifts so soz.

~Requets are open lovelies~

Do not pirate OZMAFIA!!

Do NOT pirate OZMAFIA!!





Seriously, those of you who pirate otome games are why so many companies are hesitant to release their games internationally. Buy otome. Support otome. Do not pirate it. Do not post full routes of pay games on youtube (I can’t believe people do this). 

Support your fandom.

Don’t be a jackass and ruin it for everyone.

okay man, lets get this out of my system

I love otome, yeah? That’s why I’m in this fandom. But I find that Voltage Inc. has such a gross huge part of this fandom. Like. Everyone here talks of the “voltage fandom” and it infuriates me. 

Maybe I’m just bitter because I’ve only had terrible customer service from them each time I had trouble, but seriously, stop putting Voltage Inc. on a freaking pedestal. 

We have other otome companies and indie companies to appreciate as well. Cheritz, NTT Solmare, D3Publisher, NMG2 Limited, Winter Wolves, Accela Inc, Koyonplete Inc, Sakevisual, Zeiva,… Do I need to go on? 

Don’t get me wrong, I like the games Voltage Inc offers us, and I enjoy quite a few too. But lately I get the feeling that they care more about quantity than quality. They recycle sprites and CGs and we’re expected to throw money their way. Yeah man. Chill. Give us something new and exciting, and maybe something were the MC gets a little bit personality? Like from the start? Idk man. 

You can agree or be mad at me, but that’s just how I feel right now.

dracavy  asked:

I had a Bagginshield dream what is my life like okay, for whatever reason, the company was in a tavern, and there was a lot of dancing, and Bilbo and Thorin get dragged into the fray and end up being haphazardly shoved together in the middle of the

room and everyone is looking at them and they proceed to do the most awkward dance ever to have been danced - they both are kind of bluescreening and the company just dies a little on the inside because this is that painful And then I woke up Why

I FEEL LIKE THIS ACtUALLY HAPPENED AT SOME POINT. complete with Thorin doing the awkward “OH FUCK WHERE DO I PUT MY HANDS OH NO OH FUCK” maneuver while Bilbo looks so entirely done with everything.

bonus points if Bilbo ends up just being like OH FOR THE LOVE OF, and grabs Thorin and takes the lead and yanks a very flustered dwarf king into one hell of a dance becaUSE YOU CAN LEAD AN ARMY BUT YOU CAN’T LEAD A WALTZ TO SAVE YOUR BLASTED LIFE THORIN NOW HERE IS HOW IT’S DONE.

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You know, I used to work for a really shitty manager. In many ways he was (and is) a bit of a tyrant, prone to violent and dramatic mood-swings and perfectly lovely when you met him on a good day - or hour, rather - but a nightmare when you met him on a bad one. He was emotionally manipulative and downright cruel at times, and as a result, it was more common than not for his employees to quit due to health reasons.

Part of my job was to be his PA. It was about as fun as you’d imagine.

My main job was office manager, and as such, I did a little bit of everything and spoke to everyone. I quickly realized that despite everyone other than the manager being perfectly lovely people, there was a culture of distrust and drama in the company. People got along well enough, but there was quite a bit of talking behind the backs of others, and sullen, silent discontentment. Why? You’d think that having such a nightmare of a manager, people would rally together and bond over their mutual enemy, but such was not the case. It puzzled and disappointed me, and I made it my mission to encourage people to speak openly about their feelings and experiences - not to our manager, but to one another.

Soon enough, it emerged that what the manager was doing, was this:

He would isolate an employee - for example in a one-on-one meeting - and then begin to feed them lies, twisted ideas and half-truths about other people in the company. A common tactic was to say “you know, some of the others have told me that they find your attitude problematic” or “people have come to me with concerns about your work ethic” or something similar. He would keep accusations vague enough that they were difficult to verify, and would of course, never reveal his sources, pleading employee confidentiality. He made it out like he was doing them a favor by presenting this critique, which, of course, no one had ever actually made. He would present himself as benevolent and helpful, all the while pouring out negativity. This would happen ever time the employee did something he didn’t like - which could be anything - or when he needed a scapegoat for something. 

Of course everyone kept quiet and to themselves. Of course everyone was afraid to talk! And because they never talked, they never realized the full extent of the manager’s shittiness. Instead, they grew more and more miserable, and thought they were the only ones being targeted. Then, I got them talking.

Guess what happened?

Once they started actually talking, he lost so much of his power. Once they started talking, they knew that they weren’t alone. Once they started talking, they could see his manipulation for what it was, and begun to see that they had nothing to be ashamed of. It made them stronger. Just like that. Just by speaking up.

Let’s keep talking.


{Okay so I’ve been thinking about next weeks episode wayyy too much. And who doesn’t love to do a oneshot when you’re supposed to be working on your multi-chapter fic.}

Based on speculations for season 4 

Felicity looked over her report one last time before she hit send. She hoped beyond anything that would be enough for the guys in accounting to not need her to come back down six floors for clerical work. She was starting to get why Oliver had such an aversion to being the boss back when he ran the company, but even so she did love being the boss. I was nice having everyone count on her. Plus the added bonus of getting people to do what she wanted them too.

“Miss Smoak?” She looked up to see Curtis in front of her a desk, a puppy dog look of apprehension on his face. He faces one card throwing wackjob, and the man looks perpetually scared. She made a mental note to never suggest he vacation in Vegas.

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