woman pizza

-likes cheese pizza best

-GQ was thought up over whiskey and board games

-can’t see ghosts

-appalachian fiddle music


-doesn’t think she’s the best screamer??? she’s wrong anyways


-led a coup against her high school theater teacher

-LOVES cabaret

-likes rent but is critical of its screen adaptation

-“would go into the bathroom and make weird sounds”

-has five cacti named john paul george ringo and yoko

-loves unicorns

-can’t whistle


-impulse bought paint scrapers to use as instruments the afternoon before a concert

-would rather eat breakfast for dinner :/

-might eat breakfast for dinner tonight

-prefers pancakes to waffles

-favorite role: pearl

-played a siren in here be sirens

-she loved her princess Mary costume

-because it’s apparently a shitload more comfortable than all the others

-“hey brittain says fuck, what does Gelsey say”



-she loves the opera costume but

-“it was a bitch to wear”

-a fucking dual major wow

-she didn’t get a job as a music teacher but she would still want to

-she doesn’t like “favorites” questions

-she thinks of all the Pearls as one character

-can’t choose a favorite GQ song


-calls herself a “big nerd”

-is conflicted about 280 char tweets

-i love her

-love love love love love her

-fucking love her


-she’s the best


Harry out there with his bee tattoo, not denying Hobama, saying the rose is his fav while wearing the huge ass rose ring, saying equality is fundamental to him and it’s not politics, confirming he talks to the other boys a lot, him wearing a rainbow pin, him saying he hates the ‘crush’ question and his album isn’t about a woman, buying Kiwis and pizza for waiting fans, his constant love and praise for the other boys and him always saying that he wants everyone to take away what they might feel / think of a song or the artwork….(I love him!!!) 🌸❤️🌈👍🏻🌹

SKAM: *shows a hijabi woman refuse a pepperoni pizza and then accept a beef pizza but taking the beef off of it, all without any comment*

SKAM US: “Here i am refusing your gentle offer because I, as a Muslim, do not eat pepperoni because it is made out of pork. Pork is haram which means it is forbidden. Do you understand, dear view- Eva? I, however, will kindly accept your beef pizza even though I unfortunately have to take the meat out because it is not hallal. Hallal mea-”

I work at a family pizza place, and I wish people would learn how to care for their children.
I once had a customer tell me to call the fire department because her 5-year-old grandson had locked himself in the bathroom.
I frequently have to stop kids from grabbing potatoes that just came out of a 450° fryer because the parents don’t bother to teach them about hot things.
I’ve seen children lick the glass on our candy crane machine.
I’ve had a pair of grandparents sit and watch as their toddler grandchildren put their table number into their mouths. We do not wash the table numbers.
I’ve also had a woman send back a pizza, claiming it was ‘too burnt’ for her 2-year-old to eat.
Honestly, I don’t like children, but I would never neglect one the way so many of my customers do.

Special Instructions (1/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website.  (AO3)
Rating: M (eventually)
Word Count: ~1700

This has been burning a hole on my desktop for a couple months now and I just really felt like if I didn’t start posting it would probably never get finished… I’m a couple chapters in with the writing but I think this is going to end up being like between 10 and 15 chapters, all roughly the same length if I can pull it. We’ll see how that goes. Anyway, this was gonna just be like a cheesy smut fic originally but I apparently like to overthink things and it became slightly cuter of an idea…

@stubble-sandwich THANKS FOR LETTING ME GUSH ABOUT THIS STUPID IDEA WITH YOU. Look at me, finally posting the fuckin pizza guy au… christ…

Special instructions: pls make smiley face with pepperoni, i could use something happy right now

She’d typically have left the box blank but Emma was currently full of self-pity and a little too drunk to really care how she appeared to the rest of the world.

Two years she’d spent with Walsh. Two years of warm embraces and whispered I love you’s and sweet kisses and integrating him into her close-knit group of friends despite some heavy resistance – especially from David; she reminded herself to give her brother a hug later for trying – and for what? 

For him to just “reconnect” with his ex at what was supposed to be their engagement party?

“I’m so sorry, Em. I never meant to hurt you like this. It just… happened. I can’t help how I feel.”

She scoffed in disgust. What an asshole. A total prick.

She finished off her fifth – sixth? – bottle of beer and popped open another. Maybe after another few she’d forget the sight of him with his tongue down that other woman’s throat. Maybe she’d forget the shock and guilt on his face when she’d dropped her glass of champagne at seeing them together, stunned to see her betrothed blatantly cheating on her by the bathrooms while their party guests mulled about in the main room, completely clueless.

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Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 9

A/N: enjoy my friends!

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You walked home with the, you sighed, six men. You hoped that no more founding fathers would appear because this situation was getting out of hand. The boys were roughhousing behind you, Hercules holding Alexander in a headlock and Lafayette and John laughing at their antics. You scowled them, but they ignored you, continuing their behavior.

You had no clue what you would do if another showed up.

You opened the door for them, all of them running in. This time, your neighbor didn’t dare to come out of his room, since the last incident. You locked your door behind you and looked at all of them. Thomas and James sat on the counter, James leaning on a cup and closing his eyes, while Thomas walked around with that stupid cane of his.

You heard their stomachs growling when you walked there, and with the limited amount of money your job gave you and your bills that you had to pay, you didn’t have much to spare.

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