why you so hard to color

I was doing you a favor by playing the long game...

I too was playing yet another long game by holding on to this for so long.

SO I had read earlier today the owner of a previous job of mine passed away. This was a place that tried to screw me pretty hard and I took some pro revenge on. It drug up some angry old feelings, so why not take an equal dose of catharsis?

WARNING: This is a doozy so strap in if you dare, no TL;DR it wouldn’t do justice.

So this takes place almost a decade ago. I was working as a department manager for a fairly large privately owned pest control company. Their color scheme was black and yellow, much like the taxi’s the owner’s dad used to drive. Since the taxi industry would be around for ever(hello Uber/Lyft) so would this pest control company, (this is important later) or so the owner used to parrot constantly. My job was to over see the techs doing treatments and set their stops and generally manage assorted insect control services, inventory, payroll for that dept, etc etc. I had taken the job from the owners son who took it from the previous manager who they demoted and yet stayed in the dept…this is important later. The owners son was a late 30’s early 40’s man child. I mean if he had dialed it back a few degrees he would have been an awesome guy, but anytime booze was involved he was a mess. If it was weed, he turned into the stereo typical obnoxious stoner making nothing but bad Jamaican accented jokes. He also hit on anything younger than him that moved…while being married w a pregnant wife. But I digress, the owner was a piece of work too, old Jewish guy who was as racist as he was old, not with any kind of seething hatred. Just a “this is the way it is” type attitude. My fave line of his, “The sky is blue, Ch#@ks know math, N@&ers are lazy, Jews know gold. What else is new” Like it was the most clever thing of all time. Finally now on to the revenge and need for such.

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I’m so excited for more of this!!!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Why do you think harry chose pink for his album? I don't think it's because "its rock&roll color" is it? In the french interview he said it MEANS something to him but hmm.... do you have any idea ?

I do have an idea. My answer involves a lot of speculation, so take it with a giant grain of salt. My quotes on the Quotidien interview is taken from this transcript. The video is here.

Stepping back a bit, I do feel conflicted about speculating on a question like this. As the interviewer said, millions of people (including me) dissect Harry’s every tic under a microscope. I don’t think I could be 100% consistent under that kind of scrutiny. Yes, he is a celebrity– and the promotion of his creative work inevitably involves revealing something of his personal life, so that his audience can feel more connected to him. Allowing access to stalkers is part of this strategy– to make him seem reachable, intimate, yet iconic and larger-than-life. They are loathsome and invasive. But they are also useful.

We’ve all been discussing the Harry Styles™ mystique: Harry’s quality of never being completely known or understood, his way of saying nothing while saying something and vice versa, his desire to separate his professional from his private life. This is why audiences are obsessed with whether he “presses the Instagram button with his own finger.” We want to eliminate a layer of uncertainty in the speculation, to know that we’re one circle closer to the real Harry Styles. 

He’s mentioned that Sign of the Times has a personal meaning to him, but explains its meaning in vague, general terms. The lyrics, while seemingly personal and urgent, are not specific to a circumstance. We circle and hover, but never get closer. 

What about Cameron Crowe’s Rolling Stone article, stating in no uncertain terms that the album is “ten songs” about “women and relationships”? Here’s what Harry says

  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don’t know, I put a lot of work into this. I don’t feel like it involves around woman. It’s a lot about me and things I’ve never said before. It’s more about me.

It’s not about a woman. His first word is, “No.” Then he softens his statement by redirecting it to himself (personal life), then his hard work (professional life), things he’s never said before (a mixture of the two). In a Harry way, he circles the question back on itself– my music is about both me and my music. It’s a statement about nothing. But in saying that, it answers something– it’s not about women. 

So let’s see what he says about the color pink:

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You should date a girl who reads. Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow. Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype. You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Rosemarie Urquico

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It’s not fair! Clara, it’s just not fair! Why can’t I just lose! But i can remember, Clara. You don’t understand. I can remember it all. Every time. And you’ll still be gone. Whatever I do, you still won’t be there…

Weird Book Asks

1. What color is used to most on the books you own? 

2. What do you look for in a book cover?

3. Do you read the synopsis first?

4. Do you sample it before buying it?

5. Do you like books with footnotes, and if so what is your favorite book with them?

6. What is a writing style/convention that you hate? 

7. Do you have any signed books?

8. Do you write in your books?

9. Dog ear the pages? 

10. Why do you prefer ebooks or hard copy books over the other? And if you use an ereader, what kind do you use?

11. Do you use bookmarks and highlights and notes in your ebooks? 

12. What catches your eye on the cover of a book? 

13. How do you feel about self published books? 

14. How often do you actually read books recommended to you by someone else? 

15. What’s that one genre you won’t touch? 

16. What are some of your favorite traits in a character? 

17. What objects do you own that are book related?

18. Biggest turn off on the first page of a book? 

19. Do you like it when authors have unusual writing styles (ie no quotation marks, written in prose etc) 

20. What book websites do you use and why? 

21. Can you appreciate a book without liking it? 

22. Can you condemn a book while liking it? 

23. What was the first book you bought? 

24. What are some of your go to recommendations?

25. Do you lend out your books? Why or why not? 

26. What books do you have multiple copies of and why? 

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“ I have known what you truly are since the day we met. Long may you reign. “

Kiss Me Slowly

Alright, fucking hate me. 

Here’s something small, simple, cute. 

Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute (because I’m seeing them Friday).

I’ll be back with more soon.x


Originally posted by stallingdemons

Stay with me, baby stay with me,
Tonight don’t leave me alone.
Walk with me, come and walk with me,
To the edge of all we’ve ever known.

Tom cuddled you closer, rubbing his nose in the crown on your head – you laughed softly, he was always cuddly after taking naps.

“I want to keep you here forever.” He sighed and kissed your ear. You felt a smile grow on your face and felt your inside swirl.

“And what good would that do us, huh?” You stretched your limbs out as best you could. When he felt you stretch your arms out, he gripped your waist tighter. 

“We could stay in this bed forever and ever and I’d be more than okay with that,” he whispered into your ear.

You smiled and squeezed yourself to turn around to face him while he maintained his tight hold on your waist. “Is that so?” You lifted a brow and looked into his eyes.

He blushed a bit and closed his eyes. A smile spread across his face, and he rubbed circles on your lower back.

“Yeah.” He opened his eyes and found you, “Yeah, forever with you sounds great.”

Hold my breath as you’re moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.

Tom moved in and began attacking your face with kisses. You laughed and waited for him to finally kiss your lips, but he never did. You pouted slightly.

“Is something wrong with my face, Tom?”

“Nope, darling, why?” He kissed your forehead to emphasize the point.

“Well,” you sighed when he leaned back, “you just haven’t kissed me properly.”

Tom’s ear turned a light pink color and you lifted an eyebrow. He chuckled but continued.

“I want to kiss you, I do,” he said and he covered his mouth, “But my breath is stinky…” 

You laughed – deeply and strongly – and had to close your eyes from laughing so hard. 

Tom’s forehead crinkled a bit, but when he saw that gigantic smile on his face, he had no other option but to smile and laugh along.

“You’re such a nerd,” you laughed.

He smiled and then he set his face in a faux-macho look. “Come here.” He gripped you, pulled you in, and kissed you.

Oh, I’m not sure what this is gonna go,
But in this moment all I know
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below.

He began stroking your head and you continued to rest your head on his chest. You heard his heart beating, his lungs breathing, and his brain whirring.

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered it, speaking loud felt wrong.

His hand didn’t pause, but you knew he was surprised that you were awake.

“Thinking about how great the moon looks from here.” 

You turned your head slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse. But when you did, you realized the window was actually on the wall behind you. 

“What are you on about?” You asked.

“You.” He said and he used his thumb to stroke your chin. “You’re the moon –” he closed his eyes, “You’re the moon, and the stars, and the sun, and the light, and you’re everything.”

Your heart sped up and you had to sit up. You had to look into Tom’s eyes to know if it was true.

“Everything?” You asked, your voice small, tiny.

“Everything.” You breathed in and gripped his face before you planted a deep kiss on his lips. 

“I love you,” he voiced it out loud, putting his hands on your waist.

“I really fucking love you, even though your mouth is stinky.”

He smiled and giggled. 

He was everything.

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

—  Rosemarie Urquico
Feral - part 1

Pairing: future alpha!Sam x omega!Reader

Word Count: 4,766

Warnings: angst, fluff, canon divergence, age difference (reader is 20, Sam is 31), canon violence (blood, physical injury)

Summary: set during and after 9x12 “Sharp Teeth” - When Sam gets bitten by a werewolf, it falls to you to keep him safe and under control.

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Sam was facing a difficult decision. Not that he wasn’t always facing difficult decisions, but this one was probably the hardest he’d ever had to make.

Garth was a werewolf. One of his best friends and a fellow hunter had been turned. He should have wanted to put the scrawny man down right there, and then put bullets in the rest of the pack, but he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Because you were in the pack too, and if Sam killed everyone else, he would have no choice but to put you down too.

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