#thats one lucky piece of gum

[guardian-angle22]

Appreciation Post for TK Strand in that softball outfit

[rawwkfingers]

One Piece Reread: Chapter 1

Starting a One Piece reread and am gonna post my thoughts as I go through sorry not sorry. Sometimes they'll be bulletpoints, sometimes they'll be paragraphs idk it'll be fun

This is my 6th or 7th time rereading the whoke series but not since coming out as trans so I'm excited to see how my thoughts have changed

Chapter 1: Romance Dawn

First off, what a wonderful title for a first chapter

The only opening manga page that hits harder than One Piece is Rurouni Kenshin, unfortunately. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that Oda was inspired by it, both do a great job telling the reader everything they need to know with a single page

Luffy's introduction of wearing an Anchor shirt and stabbing himself is still so fucking funny, as is Shanks' crew's reaction of partying after

I love Shanks trying to dissuade Luffy because he knows the life is dangerous but I do have to wonder, he has to know who Luffy's family is right? Garp at the very least; I wonder if thats why he's trying to stop it

The juice joke 😂😂

Beckman is so cool in his first intro. I feel like a lesser writer would have made him the captain but Oda makes a good choice having only be the second while the slightly goofier (but still badass) Shanks is captain

The bandit Higuma is a weird intro villain, he's such a nothing character but his intro of storming in and breaking the bottle on Shanks is still very memorable

I love the way that Oda spaces out the moral of "fighting is only worth it if its for your friends." He has Shanks sit back while Higuma acts like a dick, Luffy get mad but then Oda distracts us with the Gum Gum reveal, introducing us to the world's magic system and giving the reader room to ruminate on things until Shanks comes back later and saves Luffy, giving us the moral of this chapter

The design for the chief of Foosha is one of Oda's favorite character designs in East Blue. He has so many characters who act so similarly

Oda has so much fun with Luffy's rubber body so early on its fantastic. I love the way Higuma tossing Luffy around is drawn

So many iconic scenes just in the first chapter. Lucky killing the bandit with no warning while eating his meal is fucking badass. Beckman using his cigarette to disarm a guy while bashing the others with his gun is fucking badass. Shanks telling the bandits that pirates don’t fight fair is fucking badass.

Shanks panicking about Luffy is a really nice touch of humanizing for the crew

The Sea King coming to Luffy's "rescue" ... Unintentional for sure but possible foreshadowing for his destiny as Joyboy?

I know that Shanks scaring off the Sea King was originally just intended as "badass guy is scary" but I really do like how it foreshadows Haki.

Shanks losing his arm 😭😭😭 such a powerful scene in literally the first chapter wtf

Luffy finally departing and showing off Gum Gum Pistol is such a great scene toooooo

Overall thoughts: It's amazing how little has changed and yet how so much has changed. The scope of the storytelling has evolved so much, you would never imagine One Piece having arcs that last several years from the way this chapter was written. And yet, at it’s core, it really is still the same One Piece. Goofy fun with some badass moments thrown in and an overall love for adventure. What an amazing opening to the greatest manga of all time

[freckledbastard]

the straw hats being a meme squad is always hilarious but consider: after spending two years in basically nothing but isolation and world government propaganda robin is the only one to keep up to dates with memes and the rest have no clue

law is horrified because he tries to make a meme joke with the straw hats because its the kind of thing theyd do but absolutely no one knows what hes talking about apart from robin who buries her head so far in her book the only thing visible are her shaking shoulders

“gum gum rocket!!!”

“more like gum gum yeet am i right mr. straw hat?”

“...no? i said rocket”

[sunstar121]

What if...Ranboo’s other half is just an albino piglin that’s why he really likes golden carrots and gold in general even though he has no real use for it

OHHOHOHOHOHHO THATS SO CUTE

he doesn't have. very many physical piglin traits- not only is his enderman half a lot more dominant, but he has a small amount of shapeshifting magic that allows him to shift the more obvious parts away. it's already bad enough that hes half enderman, but if everyone knew his other half was not only another hostile mob, but a piglin? well. he sees how they treat technoblade, and he doesn't want that for himself.

he keeps his red eye, the small tusks that look enough like the fangs protruding from his top gums to be played off as 'just another pair of fangs', and long ear. hes lucky both endermen and piglins are semi-digitigrade and have long ears, because man would it be a hassle to move around with two different types of legs, and he can only imagine the audio hell that would come from having one long ear and one short ear.

most of his traits come out in his personality and habits. he finds himself eating golden foods more often than any other type, grunting and snorting in response to questions, and- most importantly- hoarding gold.

hed compare it to how he feels about picking up blocks. theres a safety in it, a warmth. when he holds gold his chest and veins bubble with warmth, and his entire body fills with a buzzing energy. keeping that gold safe and sound feels as natural to him as keeping a small child safe. he needs to protect it, otherwise he'd feel like a failure of a human being.

the only other people who are allowed to even see his gold are the people he trusts wholeheartedly. tubbos been allowed to see it for a good long while, and niki and fundy were able to as well before.... well. you know. it shocks him a little, one day, when he sees phil and techno next to a piece of gold he left out and he feels perfectly fine with them being near it.

[yourlocalauthor]

Adore You

Pairing: Topper x Reader

Summary: Reader moved to the OBX a year ago, and reader doesn’t really fit in with anyone.  Reader is fine with this, and continues being their amazing self until one night.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and alcohol. Mild cursing. I think thats it? Please inform me if there is more

Additional: Okay so this was definitely inspired by @goddsquad​ wanting an Euphoria x Obx fic, but because I haven’t fully watched Euphoria I gave the reader Euphoria vibes. There will definitely be another part so the title makes sense but enjoy! Also this just about the characters the events of the show don’t happen, except Sarah is dating John B that is all

Requests are open!

It was no secret you weren't like the typical Kook. You had moved from busy Manhattan, to the quiet Outer Banks. It was a very different setting. You had gone from a total city girl, nightclubs every weekend, sneaking into college parties with your besties, walking the dark streets with your friends, sneaking out at night to go to raves, and so much more. You were such a party girl it wasn’t funny, but the Outer Banks had a very different dynamic. You lived in what you learned was the rich side of the island. You didn’t really care, money was never something that you boasted. But here apparently money was a big thing. The whole Kooks vs Pogues thing confused you. It really sounded stupid, the fact that the only thing that was separating everyone was money and attitude. Maybe that’s why you felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb, but you knew that wasn’t the only thing making you a black sheep. You looked different. Your hair was different, your makeup was different, you dressed different, you talked different, you were different there was nothing hiding it. Every girl on the island seemed to dress between a Brandy Melville catalog, or a VSCO girl. Granted they looked pretty, but it just wasn’t your thing. Dressing down just bored you. You loved and craved the glitz and glam. Your clothing had always been tiny, since the moment you discovered short shorts and cropped shirts. You were lucky your parents didn’t care, they just wanted you to be happy with the way you looked. You noticed the same thing with the way all the girls did their makeup. It was very natural, again it seemed to suit them but it wasn’t for you. You were a big false lashes, and were guilty of adding little gemstones to your face ever since you watched Euphoria. Eyeshadow was always a must, especially metallic ones. Highlighter was always on your face, along with blush. And you knew you didn’t fit in, and sometimes it bothered you, but you managed to just ignore it. You knew the neighbors whispered and stared the summer you moved in, and you couldn’t care. You weren’t going to change the way you were for some nobody island. So a couple weeks after you moved in you promised yourself you were going to leave, and move back to the city.

You ignored the whispers and the stares walking by with your head held high. You spent your days in your room talking to your friends, or lounging on your boat your father had impulsively bought pretty much the moment your family had stepped onto the island, or going to school when it was in session. It was lonely, especially as you watched both your younger and older brothers manage to fit in. But you managed on your own, until that fateful night. It was around 8pm at night when your brother's friends had come to pick him up to go to one of the famous Kook parties. Your brother, Chase  has changed a lot since moving. He was more outgoing, and confident so it was a good change for him. You were happy, glad he had been able to change so much in the past year, even if you didn’t show it. You still managed to stick out, and hadn’t really made any friends but you were okay with that. Your friends came up plenty of times, and you went to New York practically every weekend. But tonight, as your brother called out to your mother telling her he was going out your mom told him to stop. You heard her start to whisper to him, before she shuffled back to her work space in the kitchen. You heard your brother walking towards your spot in the living room. You looked up as he stood at the doorway. He carefully looked at you, before opening his mouth to speak.

“Y/N, Mom wanted me to ask if you wanted to go to the party with me?”

You could tell he wasn’t too particularly happy asking you, which made you want to go even more. A couple days ago, he had messed up by eating your leftovers from the fridge and you had been looking to get him back ever since.

“Tell your friends to give me ten minutes.”

You said standing up and throwing the blanket off of yourself. You quickly made your way to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Lucky for you, a couple hours you decided to do your makeup for no particular reason, so that was already done for you. All you needed to do was change, you carefully sorted through your clothes trying to piece together an outfit. You picked out your powder pink pleated skirt. You found it easier to pick out one piece and then to work around it. And once you picked out the skirt, you had a whole outfit together. You matched the skirt with a white cropped cami, and a small cover up sweater just for some extra coverage. As much as you knew your mother wouldn’t care you were always extra cautious. Your hair was already straightened so you were good to go. You slipped on your sandals, grabbed a small purse, a pack of gum, your phone, and some extra cash and made your way down the stairs. You took longer than ten minutes, and you could see your brother was very annoyed as you made your way down the stars.

“Took you long enough…”

He paused and you knew why. He had looked your outfit up and down his face full of annoyance and disappointment.

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like a baby stripper.”

“A party asshat.”

You said flipping him off as you walked through the front door.

“Well you look like a stripper.”

“And you look like someone named Chad.”

You watched him shaking his head, a small smile of triumph spreading across your face. You opened your little purse, grabbing a piece of gum when you heard someone call out.

“Took you long enough!”

You looked up to see one of your brother's friends, Rafe Cameron. You knew his younger sister Sarah Cameron. She was in a couple of your classes that's about all you knew. You eyed the car, a Jeep Wrangle which was typical around here. From your stance it looked at max capacity, which meant you were either going to sit on the ground, or someone was going to move. You looked towards your brother but he had seemed to forget that you were there.

“Sorry Y/N had to get ready.”

Your brother said hopping into the passenger seat, which seemed to be the one real seat open. You watched him shut the door before looking at you. He turned back saying something to guys in the back, and you watched as they all seemed to shuffle down.

“Just squeeze in the back, I’m sure there’s room for you.”

You carefully eyed your brother, before opening up the door. There was enough room, if you had half an ass cheek. You slid inside, shutting the door behind you.

“Guys this is my sister, Y/N. She doesn’t bite, even if she looks like a small stripper.”

Normally you’d smack your brother upside the head, especially with the snickers filling the car. But lucky for your brother, you couldn’t move without losing your seat. So you gave everyone a small wave, flashing a toothy smile before looking out the window. Conversations soon began to fill the car, and you once again felt out of place. You ignored it, no matter how much it hurt you knew that was the best thing to do. You looked across the car, glancing briefly at everyone. You easily recognized Topper and Kelce. You knew them from school. Topper was in your homeroom, and a couple other classes. He didn’t live that far from your house, like maybe three houses down your weren’t exactly sure but you always saw him hanging around your street. Kelce had gym the same time you did, and you had lunch in the same cafeteria. You were fairly certain last year his locker wasn’t far from yours. They seemed to be deep in some conversation, about golf. You hated golf. You were about to go back to your phone when Kelce looked at you.

“What about you, little Y/LN. Do you golf?”

You could feel Topper try and shift to face you, but there wasn’t exactly room for shifting. You shook your head towards the boy.

“No, I don’t. And I’m not exactly little Y/LN, you do know I’m in the same grade as you guys.”

You knew you looked younger than everyone, it wasn’t your fault you were short. Sometimes you wondered if that’s what you wore such provocative clothing, or bold makeup so people would know you weren’t so young.

“Oh yeah, it’s just because you’re so…”

He paused, the moment you gave him the look.

“You know what never mind. So you don’t golf, what do you do?”

“Crack…”

You could see the shocked expression on his face, and Toppers through the reflection of the window.

“Kidding. I don’t know, I run.”

You didn’t do much anymore. In New York, you were a part of your school's cheer team. You did competitive dance, and you were also a part of the track team. Since you moved here you learned they didn’t really have a cheer team, and the track team didn’t look promising. You still ran, around your neighborhood, the beach, the island. Honestly you could run for miles, it was just so freeing. You also tried teaching yourself how to surf. It hadn’t really worked well, but you still didn’t mind spending time in the ocean.

“Run? That’s cool. What else? What makes Y/N, Y/N.”

“I don’t know, I used to cheer back in New York.”

“Cheer? That seems...fitting.”

Fitting? You were getting ready to question him, when the car came to a halt. You had arrived, to your first party in a very long time. From being such a party girl, you stopped going to the parties on the island fast. They just sucked to be lonely at, but tonight you were willing to try something new. All of you shuffled out of the car, and walked into the huge house…

At some point you had too much to drink, and now you were very very wasted. You had stumbled around the house, looking for a bathroom to pee or throw up in, either or. But you kept getting lost, and then turning back around. You had made it to the basement, although you weren’t exactly sure how. The basement was obnoxious, they had a movie theatre and whole bar, which most of the liquor was gone from. You carefully made your way to the door, you weren’t sure if the voices were coming from inside or outside and quite frankly you couldn't care you just really needed to piss. You pushed open the door, tripping over yourself. Once that door was open, you wish you could take it back. Right there was your brother, snorting a line of coke.

“Sorry”

You mumbled, shutting the door and stumbling back towards the staircase. You could hear someone calling after you, but you really couldn’t care. You managed to make it up the stairs, and continued stumbling around. You needed to leave, you couldn’t take the head pounding, the loud music, the yelling, the image of your brother snorting the line of coke replying over and over in your head. You leaned against the wall, practically zoning out.

“Y/N?”

You looked up to see one Topper Thornton, standing a couple feet away from you.

“Yes?”

You slurred, walking towards him.

“You’re wasted, do I have to get you to your brother?”

You shook your head, putting your hands on his shoulders to prop yourself up.

“No no, he’s busy… do you think we can get me home? Actually not home, my mom can’t see me like this. She'll kill my brother, and me.”

You could hear him say something, but at this moment you were at the point where you couldn’t pay attention. You felt him wrap his arms around your side, and you remember walking out of the house away from all the noise.

Your head pounded. That’s the first thing you noticed. It hurt really bad. Flashes of last night were playing around in your head, the party, your brother, the coke, the drinking, Topper, and then it was blank. You blinked your eyes open, looking around. You were in an unfamiliar room, and when you checked the covers you were in unfamiliar clothing. You slowly sat up looking around. You were in a boys room, it was quite obvious. You slid off the bed, looking around the room for some identification of whose bed you were in.

“You’re up.”

You whipped your head back, your eyes met once again with one Topper Thornton.

“Yeah, um do you remember last night?”

“Yeah, you were pretty wasted, and you wanted to get home but then you said you couldn’t go home so I took you to my place… I hope that was okay.”

“No, it was but did we umm. Did we… did we hook up last night?”

“Oh god no, I mean you kissed me but you were very very drunk.”

Slowly bits and pieces came to you. You remember sneaking in, getting into the bedroom. Him handing you a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. You sitting on the bed together, and you kissing him. You weren’t sure how you felt about kissing him. Topper certainly wasn’t unattractive, and you hadn’t thought about it before but maybe you did have a small little crush on him. But it didn’t matter clearly he wasn’t into you.

“That’s embarrassing, I’m so sorry. Jeez I really did a number on my non-existent reputation.”

“Don’t sweat it, uh your clothes are on my chair and I can drive you home if you want.”

“Okay thank you.”

He looked at you before walking out the door, shutting the door behind him. You switched your clothing, slipping on your sandals and grabbing your purse once again. The car ride was silent, for once in your life you could confidently say you were embarrassed.

“Hey about last night.”

“We don’t have to talk about it, I was way too drunk to even know what I was doing.”

“Oh well, I was going to say I didn’t mind it. You know I’ve seen you around school and shit, and I think you’re cool. You know you and you’re I don’t give a fuck attitude is pretty chill.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

At this point you had pulled up to your house. You looked towards your house, before looking back at him. He was looking at you too and you could help the butterflies you felt growing in your stomach. You slowly leaned in, and he seemed to follow your lead. And just as you were about to kiss, you moved your head to whisper in his ear.

“Call me.”

You smiled at him before pulling away. You stepped out of the car, and walked up your driveway a smile growing on your lips. For the first time in a year you had found someone who didn’t judge you.

[coffeecrusadeclub]

Prom Night - a tyrus fic

*warning suggestive content at the very end but not much*

Cyrus's POV:

It was the night of our senior prom and all of my friends had dates. I still rode with them because they insisted I wouldnt be third wheeling.

Andi had come with Amber, Buffy with Marty, and Jonah with Walker.

Me? I came by myself. I insisted that I was fine and pushed my friends to go dance as I sat at our table. I regretted not asking TJ, he probably would have said no anyway but at least if I had asked i wouldnt be sitting here, wishing I had, wondering what wouldve happened.

I got lost in a daydream, of me being here with TJ at my side. I really should have asked him, but I hadnt. I almost did but every insecurity I had exploded within me and I quickly changed the topic. I imagined myself on the dance floor with TJ and as if he had been summoned TJ popped up in front of me, sliding into the chair next to me.

"Hey underdog. Whats going on? Where is everyone?"

"Hey TJ, they're all with their dates. I told them I was fine by myself because I didnt want to be the downer that kept them all at the table"

"What about your date? I thought you said you wanted to ask someone?"

I sighed remembering that conversation and how abruptly I had ended it.

"I actually didnt end up asking. I freaked out and changed the subject"

"Oh. Well still shes a pretty lucky gal if you wanted to ask her"

"It actually was a guy.. and I think he's pretty special, but he probably doesn't think highly of me... Although I really wish I had asked him"

"Oh. Hey are they here maybe its not too late? I mean I'll help you ask him to dance or something."

I felt my face turn pink and I looked down

"N-no I don't think I should"

"Yeah come on who is this lucky guy?"

"No one- I- its okay Im fine"

TJ nudged me, smiling brightly as I looked up at him. He has a twinkle in his eye which made me melt.

"Hey if it makes you feel any better the guy I liked tried asking someone else"

"That sucks.. I guess we're both here by ourselves then?"

"Yeah I guess so" TJ paused as if he was contemplating something.

"Hey Cy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to go outside? Its hot in here"

"Sure sounds like a good idea"

TJ took my hand in his, which instantly caused a blush to creep back onto my face. He led me outside to a group or lunch tables, they had put up lights all around to set the mood for prom.

"So Cyrus tell me more about this guy you like? Spill the beans"

"I- Uh -hes- hes pretty cool.... and um hes um good at sports"

"No way? Do I know him?"

"Uh- yeah -um something like that.."

"For real who is it?"

"Um- hes uh.. Hey um how about you tell me about the guy you like?"

I changed the topic quickly, sort of, to try and hide the fact that I was as red as a tomato. I earned a laugh from TJ

"Okay fair enough. Well hes really smart, and sweet.. Hes a really good friend of mine. He helps me out with school work sometimes and goes out of his way to help me even though people think Im mean"

"Oh, well he sounds like a really cool person"

"Yeah you are"

I looked up at TJ suprised did he just say that I was the cool person? It definitely sounded like he said 'you are' as in I am. He had a soft blush along his face. He put a hand behind his neck and laughed nervously.

"Sorry that just kind if slipped out"

"I love you too" I had meant to say 'i like you' but I blurted my thought out before my brain had a chance to process it.

"Wh-what?" TJ stumbled over his words his whole face a new shade of red.

"I-Im sorry I said it before I had time to process it I know you probably weren't talking about me, Im not the guy you like.. but its true... I am in love with you..." I got up and walked to the nearest wall, or pillar I should say, outside. I leaned my back against it, sighing, TJ followed behind me.

"I was talking about you Muffin... I didnt- I didn't think youd notice."

I looked up at him, he was standing in front of me, my back against the wall. I never realized how much taller he was compared to me. My eyes traced his freckles and they led my gaze to his lips as I bit mine.

"I was talking about you too.. I thought you were oblivious.." i smiled at him

He put an arm on the wall beside my head and gazed at me for a moment. I felt my face turning red as I put the pieces together on what he had planned. I bit my lip and him felt his crashing into mine as he closed the gap between us. I put my arms around his neck and kissed back, completely in shock that this was really happening.

"Hey where did Cyrus go?" I heard Buffy in what sounded like the distance, I had forgotten that we were only a few feet away from the gym door and didn't break the kiss.

"I think he's-" I heard Andi as she cut herself off. Me and TJ pulled apart, startled by the collection of "awh"s "oh my gosh"s and "how cute"s that came from our group of friends in unison.

"I CALLED IT! I TOLD YOU MY BROTHER WAS INTO HIM" Amber called out enthusiastically. As everyone else laughed. Except for me and TJ that is, both of us bright red from getting caught mid makeout session.

"Hey don't stop on our account we just wanted to find you guys and see if you wanted to dance" Jonah teased

"But it looks like you two have a dance of your own going on" Walker continued, making us both more red than we were.

"We're coming back inside calm down" i took TJs hand and rested my head on his shoulder as we walked a couple feet behind our friends. I looked up at TJ and whispered in his ear "You taste like peppermint.. Every time I have gum, Im going to think of you" TJ squeezed my hand smiling softly. He looked back at me and his smile turned into a mischievous grin.

"Hey Cy, what do you say we get out of here? Go back to my place and go for a round 2? I want to kiss you again but i dont think thats humanly possible without our friends teasing us"

I bit my lip to hide my smile "what about your family? Theyre not home?"

"Hey Ambers here and is sleeping over at Andi's tonight and my mom is out of town on a work trip for the next 3 days.."

I looked up at him, and he continued "We'll have the house all to ourselves"

I laughed as I watched TJs face turn red when he realized how bad that sounded

"Tha-Thats not what I meant- I swear"

I laughed placing a kiss on his hand

"Un-unless you like- you want to" it was my turn to blush now as I noticed all of our friends looking back at us

"We can hear you two you know" Amber said, as Buffy pretended to puke. I switched TJs hand to be in my left hand instead of my right and nuzzled my head under his arm to hide my embarrassment.

"You guys suck" i grumbled into TJs shirt the entire group laughing.

I looked up at TJ again.

"So.."

"So..?"

"Boyfriends?"

"Boyfriends." TJs eyes sparkled in the moonlight and I felt so lucky he was mine..

[belovedfinch]

Re-watch of Veronica Mars & Movie

“I used to be cool” -keith   “when” - veronica

lol veronica putting a bong in logan’s locker

“i suddenly feel like I’m in a scene from the outsiders” - wallace

“be cool soda pop” - veronica 

I love that my favourite book is referenced

“the people you love let you down” - veronica

I forgot paris hilton was on veronica mars 

Duncan and his antidepressants and side effects and hallucinations of lily, I never liked duncan but please never go cold turkey off prescribed meds!

the fashion 😂

when veronica was 12 and logan first saw her he said he thought she was hot - love at first sight ? 😜

dude where’s my car joke

“change had a tendency to walk up and punch me in the face” - veronica

you can tell logan is afraid of his dad straight away 

his mum sits on the couch drinking wine while her son is getting belted cool cool cool cool....

Never underestimate the size of my cahoeneys😂Logan is my fav

“what is so great about living?” - Logan

Mac is awesome, I forgot her name was cindy, I named my cat after my favourite barbie doll whose name was Cindy r.i.p beautiful ❤️

“I guess we remember it differently” - Logan, me to my brother about our childhood

leighton meester, monique coleman from high school musical, Adam Scott!

logan put his gum under a chair in the police office! yuck

“there is also a tribe that worships Donald trumps hair” - veronica

“what, did he loose a puka shell?” - weevil about logan😂

when logan starts crying in the lobby after he mistakes his step-sister as his mum😭

meg with her pretty in pink dress up for the 80s valentines day dance and duncan is ducky❤️

I wish my school had an 80s theme dance, but I would be too indecisive about who to go as tbh.

“whoever said it’s a mans world, didn’t know how easy it is to be a girl” - veronica, you can tell a man wrote that line

horned mascot from riverdale - veronica and calls herself betty when she goes to the other school

kinda forgot how relatable veronica is, loner, pushes people away

that black beanie with the flames

the flashbacks or hallucinations that show lily speak to people/mostly veronica, remind me of allison in pretty little liars

aussie guy - from home and away i think

never really liked duncan

logan punching the fbi agent

love how mac and keith both say “earth to mars”

logan step-sister trina when she asks him for money reminds me of my brother

veronica had a slider and so does wallace in the second season, my sister had a purple one and i wanted it so bad

logan’s smirk at veronica when she found his step-sisters boyfriend

wow aaron’s father being an abuser, then himself, glad the cycle stopped with logan

thats amore playing whilst aaron beats up his daughters abusive boyfriend

I always felt bad for leo as much as I love LoVe. Veronica basically just used him

sean from degrassi is on veronica mars

“i like what i see in him when he’s with you” - aaron echolls

I think i could love her plays as veronica stands logan up on his boat

“the thought of you breeding? ugh” - logan to dick

logan’s allergic to shell fish

“All i care about is you” - logan

“just evaporate or something” - logan

why didn’t aaron get rid of the tapes? did he not think someone would find his secret ?

sucks that veronica spent her savings for college on her mum to go to rehab and her mum didn’t even last

logan on the bridge where his mother committed suicide, about to jump

when keith saves veronica from the fridge and his on fire and his in a gurney and says “who’s your daddy?”

I’m glad she realises her mum as much as she loves her she is better off without her, that’s what alcoholics do, they are liars.

“don’t forget about me veronica” - lily

greenhouse academy has the same cliffhanger as season 1 of veronica mars

logan shows up at 3am beat up and framed for stabbing someone, then he hears on the radio that his father killed his girlfriend and that his father was sleeping with her

it’s was always duncan right? breaking up with logan making any excuse, all because you finally find out your not brother and sister. ugh

like logan said everyone in his life was gone, the one person he opened up to. also left him. Not cool veronica

the bus crash reminds me of degrassi

“you must chill” veronica says to a girl that has just lost her father in a bus crash and is being bullied and blamed just because her dad had mental health issues and the good ol sheriff feeds the press that it might have been a suicide attempt

curly dude washed up on the beach with veronicas name on his hand, is that like twin peaks, or the guy in australia that was found on the beach with something on his hand but they he had no ID and all the tags were off his clothes

PLL writers should take notes on veronica mars on how to tie up loose ends

“what conspiracy have you pulled out of your ass today”- logan

“my day is complete veronica mars has accused me of evil” - logan, as he twists the ends of his imaginary moustache

veronica is very selfish if you think about it, she asks for favours all the time from her friends but she is never there to hear their problems, she thinks the world does actually revolve around her.

lol logan in the line-up

eye roll aaron blaming duncan and then saying he snapped

cameo by that chick off of america’s next top model

aaron got a psychology degree in jail lol

omg able coonz dying thinking his only daughter is alive but she got killed and shoved into an ice machine holder thingy at a stingy motel

lol when veronica lays down onto logan thinking its duncan

“3rd wheel beginners guide” - logan

“nobody likes an eager beaver” logan to cassidy, was rob waiting a whole season to make that joke and thats why the nickname beaver was given to him?

singer maybe billy idol?

I feel like megs death was a crappy ending, like did she just die so that once again duncan and veronica are split up because of circumstance and they are star-crossed true lovers (eye roll)

“whats your poison” - veronica (breakfast club reference)

“sorry we are all out of liquid evil” - veronica to logan

michael cera

when logan pretends to get burned by the bible when interning for woody

gia says logan uses humour and sarcasm to something something, dance episode

we used to be friends along time ago, but i haven’t thought of you lately at all

logan not taking any of his fathers bull shitting when he was on trial on the stand

“So, apparently, if you're handsome and famous enough, you can just lie under oath, and that's cool.” - veronica

when woody finds veronica on the computer he is creepy af

can we just talk about how much logan went through and how mentally that would fuck you up, yet he never resorted to violence

“it was worth getting taped to a poll” - wallace

lol veronicas dad when she graduates

dicks “trust me I’m rich” shirt

keith says “Carol channings still alive isn’t she?” and I’m like no she died 6 days ago

season 3 

don’t like the new intro

“Back ups in charge? what about the bitch he’s been seeing” - V

WHY THE F IS KEITH HELPING CASABLANCAS WHEN CASIDY HIS SON RAPED HIS DAMN DAUGHTER

MAC “hey i know that guy’ (wallace)

there is no one else, i only want you - logan

fracking

victoria from twilight is in a sorority

I love when logan comes over for dinner and he just smirks at keith and veronica’s banter

i forgot logan had a brother

lol the clerk calls condoms “raincoats” so does my great aunty

diana from glee is on here

veronica is pretty selfish, like her dad was in a car accident and she is annoyed and disapproving of him having a relatioship , she can’t just trust logan?!? ugh

but for logan to run away from the burning motel, it’s just what douchebag pukashell wearing logan would do, not the actual logan

holy crap veronica was SOO damn lucky logan was there at that moment she would be baled and raped, like is once not enough for gods sake?

guy from the nanny

when logan calls veronica from the other side of the cafeteria and she ignores it and he is basically crying :(

logan and i broke up , “are you okay?” keith, “it was unexpected” -v wtf bitch you didn’t trust him, you had a fight, how was it unexpected

dude from waynes world

I love the hooker story line, max & wendy aww

I’ve always hated maddison far out she is a piece of work

ep13 “where are your heads?” basketball coach, me “Obviously not in the game”

lol how dick locks logan on the balcony

logan is yoshi in mario cart!! so am i

“how is it you have so many friends? you don’t even like people” v to l

Lafayette from true blood is a child solider

why did logan invite parker to be with him over break when he obviously wasn’t happy or didn’t want her to go, was it just to prove veronica wrong that “that’s just the way he is” like v said is true, to prove that he has changed.

like it just seems logan and veronica are denying their feelings for each other

that writer from once upon a time is in here, he is in everything

mars uses venus razor

oh the logan piz fight…

such a crap ending to an amazing show

movie

I just love the scene where logan is leaning up against the car like jake from 16 candles (i did post a comparison of the two ages ago)

I like how logan went out with the crazy chic, he was so nonchalant about it, because he wanted to pay veronica back for coming back to neptune when he called even though they hadn’t spoken like 10 years.

kind upset that it wasn’t leighton meester that played carrie

comeback always

logan isn’t supposed to remember the epic quote because he was drunk?

I have so much love for logan, I relate to him so much and it was honestly the best day of my life when I met Jason ( i also met percy and michael) he was so kind to me and I gave him a letter I had written and he was just so down to earth.

How else is pumped for the return?!? 

[erregent]

( under a readmore cause it’s long.

i guess??? this is the start to a gavcentric redemption fic with some ree.d900 on the side. i have maybe three more chapters planned out but i haven’t finished it yet. )

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they’re probably going to put on his tombstone ‘dumb shit.’ 

nothing else. no date of birth, mother’s name, none of that. just, here lies a dumb fucker. 

laying on his back in a wet alleyway, struggling for breath around the blood in his mouth, gavin reed thinks it’s probably for the best. 

he was supposed to call for backup but since when the fuck has he ever needed backup? no partner necessary, he may be shit at office work but out here, in the field, was where he got his kicks. a perp wanted to bust out the third story window and try to outrun him on the fire escape? good. 

gavin was not far behind, huffing around smokers lungs but spite was enough to keep his legs moving, keep the high teen in his sights as he darts up stairs one more floor to the roof of the apartment building. 

“that’s enough, kid,” he remembers saying, training his gun at the perp’s back as he contemplates jumping off, “there’s nowhere to go.”

“i can’t--- can’t go to prison, i can’t---” he was high, confused. just a fucking teenager. for some reason gavin thinks of the boy’s mother. where she was now, and if she knew what her boy was doing. did she even care.

he couldn’t tell you why, but he remembers putting his gun away. offering up both hands empty like some sort of peace offering.

“you can still get out of this alright, don’t be fuckin’ stupid. just turn around, and get over here.”

“they’ll kill me! they’ll kill me...i can’t--- no, nono--” 

“who’s they? talk to me, kid, i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

the kid eventually turns around. wet tear tracks on both cheeks, snot dribbling over lips, and hands clutching a beretta.

gavin didn’t have time to say a word before hearing the pow pow of gunfire. 

choking, gasping, he knows he’s shot before he even looks down but when he does, the world spins, and he’s falling over the ledge.

shoulder catches the edge of the fire-escape, shattered. body rag-doll, he manages to land on his back just so he could graciously choke on his own blood. 

so yea, he’s a dumb shit. he didn’t even call for backup. 

you try to do something nice, and it gets you shot twice in the chest. 

-----

somehow, he wakes up. 

he has no idea when, but he wakes up. 

the harsh lighting, the stale sick smell, the soft ‘beepbeepbeep’ lets him know he’s in a hospital. it’s not the first time he’s woken up in one and the detective doubts it will be the last. but this is certainly the first time he can hardly move once consciousness returns to him. 

everything hurts. literally everything, even the follicles of his hair feel sore in his head, and he’s hovering somewhere between drugged beyond recognition and not nearly doped enough to withstand the discomfort. 

all he can manage is a low groan of pain, flexing fingers to see which ones work and which don’t. 

his entire left arm is casted, gavin can barely turn his head enough to see the thing, it goes up to his chest where gauze springs from underneath. it’s wrapped tight, tight around his torso and down to his navel, though gavin can’t see past the sheet thats been brought up to his armpits. he’s sewed up, tucked in, and left here. 

“detective,” a voice calls from the doorway. at least he gets his own room. 

the soft glowing LED in the nurses temple under blond curls would have made gavin scoff if he weren’t so broken. he groans again. a fuckin’ android. he forgets they’re allowed to do whatever they want now, regardless of model and make. 

“please try not to move so much. honestly, i’m surprised you’re awake. you’ve only been out of surgery for three hours, your body is still adjusting to the changes,” she’s rummaging through a virtual clipboard, the skin on her hand peeling back to interface with it directly. 

“you took two gun shot wounds to the torso. one made a clear shot, it hit nothing vital. the other punctured a lung and broke one of your ribs. your shoulder and arm were shattered from impact after you fell, and required extensive surgery and reconstruction to repair. do you remember where you were before here, detective?”

gavin groans. his mouth tastes like sandpaper and actual, literal asshole. it’s too dry, he rolls his tongue around but it feels two sizes too big. he manages to croak out “case,” and not sound totally out of it, to his defense.

“yes, we were informed by your department you were chasing a suspect. though i am not authorized to talk to you about legal matters, i just need to confirm your mental faculties are still in order. you fell almost three stories, detective. the only reason your skull was not crushed on impact was the loss of momentum your body sustained hitting the fire escape on your way down.”

he manages a scoff this time. guess he’s lucky for the shattered bones.

“what is your name?”

another noise, he grinds teeth around the ‘g’ sound.

“g...avin. reed.” 

“yes, that’s very good. i have more questions for you, and you willneed a debriefing, but you still need rest,” she’s coming to his bedside then, futzing with the fancy IV machine whirring away there. she hits a few buttons, pumps him full of morphine, and suddenly gavin feels really warm and he wants to sleep.

he does. 

-----

it’s the first time in twelve years, gavin sleeps longer than two hour increments. 

the next few days come in blinks, and trying to keep track of time is utterly useless. there’s a potted plant at his bedside one time he opens his eyes. a succulent, some weird desert lookin thing and he knows it’s chen. he likes this kind, barely have to do shit to keep it alive. he passes out trying to move his arm to touch it.

the next time he’s awake, there’s flowers. a single arrangement, freshly pruned peace lilies harsh white like his whole fuckin’ room with a little blue ‘k’ on an equally white card in the middle. if he could, he’d knock the whole thing off on principle. fuckin prick.

the third time he can actually remember anything, he’s sitting up more. that same blond nurse is back, checking about his vitals and tidying the room. there’s not much to do, even in his haze gavin can tell there has been little traffic here. the detective isn’t shocked by the notion. he’s not known to have friends. 

he’s awake for more than fifteen minutes this time, and gavin knows what to expect. a half hour into consciousness, one of his own is buzzing into his room. he’s expecting chen, maybe anderson if the captain wanted to let the old man gloat. he’s not expecting fowler himself to walk through the door.

his gut plummets like a shitty wooden roller coaster at the sight of him. dark blue button up. black slacks. badge at his hip. but no clip board, no pen. he’s not here to talk about the case.

“reed,” fowler begins, hands in his pockets as he walks toward the large window to gavin’s left. it’s hard to turn his head that way, considering his shoulder was in pieces not long ago, but he manages to get the man in his peripheral. 

the silence that follows is maddening. gavin wants to claw his god damn skin off. 

“fowl-”

“you could have died, reed. you very well should have.”

“i had it under con-”

“if you try to undermine what this is, so help me.” perhaps it’s just the morphine, but gavin swears fowler’s hands are shaking in his pockets.

“listen. you’re a good detective, gavin. you and i both know that. it’s why i wanted you back on the force after the whole android awakening,” fowler has finally turned to face him now though stays by the window. his voice is level, but terse. he feels like he’s being scolded by his father.

“you bitched and moaned about what cases you wanted, you bitched and moaned when i brought in the other rk unit, and you bitched and moaned when i tried to pair you with him. for months. and i’ve listened because you got results. i don’t give a shit if you’re everybody’s best friend, so long as you do the job and you don’t get yourself killed. but you fucked up big time, reed. and i can’t have it happen again.”

“captain-”

“you are not dying under my watch, gavin. you hear me? not because of your inflated ego and some shitty pride!” 

gavin swallows at the tone of fowler’s voice, would have flinched back if he could. for once in his miserable fucking life, the detective agrees, and nods.

“yea. yea i hear you.” he hates how weak he sounds. he’ll blame it on the fatigue.

the tenseness fowler carried in his jaw loosens some. shoulders slack. gavin can see the clenched fists in his pockets ease. he’s said the right thing. gavin wasn’t made a detective for nothing. 

“good. cause you’re getting a partner when you get out of here, and i’m not hearing another word out of you about it.”

ok, so he’s not fired. that’s awesome. but...fuck. he doesn’t even have the energy to ask who. he likes to think he’d be all teeth and gums about this, being the squeakiest wheel he can be to get the grease, if he weren’t still in recovery. 

“get some rest. we’ll interview about the suspect when you’re not drugged off you ass,” his captain makes to leave, but stops by the doorway just to shoot gavin a rarely seen, but always infuriating smirk, “should probably keep you on it, though. you’re a lot nicer when you can’t bark.”

fowler leaves. 

gavin, through grit teeth and optimal discomfort, manages to knock the peace lilies off the table.

[deeeelightfuldee]

Are you one of those lucky people to own a walk-in closet?

definitely not. I have a teeeeeeeny tiny closet with a shower curtain “door” lol. but this summer I went thru every single thing that I own and got rid of so much so its ok rn. but man that would feel glorious.

Is there a random object you own that has a huge personal significance?

lol so many things. 

Do you use Google?

legit all the time.

Would you like to go swimming right now?

sooooooo freaking badly. it would make my whole body feel... glorious. i could honestly break down and sob over how much i wish i could swim. but its not in the cards for me.

Can you play electric guitar?

nope not even a little.

Do you have an HDTV?

uhhh no (altho K would know). my tv’s are all broken and im not ok with it.

When was the last time you drank something through a straw?

like an hour ago. some of my water.

Have you ever tried to teach yourself a different language?

yep! i want to start again. I took lessons for a long time.

What do you think makes you unique from others?

hmm. i mean I think in some way we have qualities that are shared in some way with other people. I do think I have a very high level of positivity comparatively speaking

How long was your last phone call?

uhhh 2hr 4m 25s

Do you need to repaint your nails?

nope i just painted them my absolute favorite color after finally figuring out the shade

Has there ever been a horoscope that came true for you?

i mean thats not my thing 

Are you a fan of industrial metal?

uhhhh

Are you one of those people who chew two pieces of gum, not one?

depends on the gum

Do you have a wall calendar?

not currently, no.

Have you ever taken the pictures from a calendar and used them as posters?

wha? no

Can you handle the cold?

heck yea! except this year my winter coat broke in like 4 places. so ive been using a wind breaker and lots of layers and man that just isnt where it’s at.

Have you ever been to Canada?

i have not

Do you believe in superstitions?

no

When was the last time you took a taxi somewhere?

uhhh probably nathans bday a couple years back

Would you ever join the army, airforce or navy?

no i definitely am not fit for that

How old is the person you last kissed?

He’s 31

Is there a friend that you can always rely on to get you out of a jam?

mom. K always ALWAYS alwayssss stepped up when i was in trouble.. like hardcore would never doubt his ability to step up. 

What was the most embarassing thing you've had to buy?

hmm. i mean im not really embarrassed by much ahaha

Have you ever tried to balance the light switch between off and on?

of course

What was the most expensive thing you've broken?

probably a phone i dropped in a toilet.

Has anyone texted you yet today?

o course.

Did you lose your calm during the whole swine flu scare?

lol not even a tiny bit. 

Is there a light on in the room you're currently in?

yup. I have one of my bedside lamps on and my closet light. and a candle.

Are your feet touching the floor?

nope

Have you ever been in a car accident?

several. i wasnt the driver but i have been in some bad ones.

Do you usually make back up plans?

normally no.

Can you focus well in high-stress situations?

yes. extremely well. I shift into “lets get it done” mode.

Without the aid of mascara, do you have long eyelashes?

i did. I dont really know anymore cus my makeup is done from a distance man I miss having a makeup station. but a lot of my eyelashes fell out when i was losing my hair

Are you one of those people who keep their feelings bottled up?

definitely. im noticing that a lot that i’m reserved and thats not always a good thing.

Is one of your friends extremely odd but you love them regardless?

lol uhhhhhh not like that odd no

Is there anyone you dread going into public with?

yes

Are you a victim of writing run-on sentences?

only if i dont care -- like on here.

Do you buy things online?

oh heck’n yea

Are you easily frightened?

depends on the situation. like movies i can be jumpy. 

Do you have a favorite model?

nah

Have you ever watched Titanic?

absolutely

What's your current facebook display picture of?

tbh idk i imagine its my face

How about your IM display picture?

i mean really thats just google chat which is my face i think

Is there anyone whose hair you envy?

oh gosh yeah so many people.

Would you act in a movie if offered a role?

probably not.

Does speaking in front of people make you nervous?

nah not really.

Can you read in a moving vehicle or does it make you sick?

oh gosh no. i will puke.

Have you ever dated someone who was extremely shy?

uhhhhh no not really

Or have you dated someone who took things too fast?

yep

Does the idea of driving 220 mph sound exciting to you?

no that makes me angry.

Everyone has a weakness, what's yours?

i guess it depends on how you mean. 

Do you or anyone you know have an account on Deviantart?

i dont even know what that is

Thoughts on the Dunkin Donutcommercial that says "America runs on Dunkin'"?

i dont have any thoughts on that.

Do you bother buying movies on DVD anymore or do you just download them?

not on dvd but like amazon prime

Do you listen to Daughtry?

sure. unless stuff gets over played

Do you get your eyebrows waxed?

No.

How do you take your coffee?

i dont.

If you have a dog, what breed is it?

not currently :(

Have you found someone who makes you unconditionally happy?

just benny

Do you have a friend who always seems to be dying their hair?

yes

Would you swap names with a friend?

no im okay with mine

Do you plan on going to university?

i did. 

Guys who wear muscle shirts, yes or no?

not really into it. i do love strong arms but they don’t need to be suffocated by a tshirt

Are you a fan of Carrie Underwood?

yeah sure

Do you make playlists on iTunes?

i dont use itunes

Have you ever forgotten someone's birthday?

maybe like someone i dont know that well. but everyone else, I remember

Are you scared of being left behind?

in a sense, yes.

Do you remember your last dream?

oddly, yes. It involved a goose.

Do you know someone who is an obsessed Star Wars fan?

ugh. yea. someone I grew up with

What's a movie/tvshow/book/series that is way overrated?

i mean there are several I think are ridiculously overrated, but I haven’t watched them. 

Do you think Barbie presents an unhealthy image to young girls?

i didn’t really think of it that way until recent years. I guess when I was younger I just really thought everyone was small but me.

Is there a pet that you desperately want?

a golden retriever.

Would you ever get your bellybutton pierced?

no lol. 

Are you musically talented?

i wish

Have you ever shot a gun?

yes

Do you have a friend that always changes their mind last second?

ehhh I have one friend who makes plans but only attends like 50 percent of what they plan.

Are you not afraid to voice your opinion?

so heres the thing. I don’t see it as afraid because I absolutely will discuss my opinions. However, I will not do so with people that I view as combative. for instance, if I notice a friend/family member/acquaintance/stranger is talking very bluntly about how another person is SO obviously wrong and everything is black and white in that way for them, then there is no point in sharing my opinion. I do not like confrontation when it is unnecessary. And people often share opinions in order to convince people to see things their way. I genuinely dont give a flying fig if someone else shares my opinion. im not gonna fight you.

Are you one of those people who are always pushing their limits?

lol my own limits? not in most ways. in some ways tho. like academically, yes. self improvement? yes. but like am i constantly trying to hit up the gym? no.

Is there a word that you will always find humorous?

“evidently” is a word that literally makes me SUPER happy. i always squeal when someone says it. it’s so satisfying.

Have you ever slipped on ice and hurt yourself?

many times. 

Do you try to have an intimidating impression?

no, no. i’m not intimidating at all.

Living in the big city or chilling in the country?

country.

No one seems to obey the legal drinking age, do they?

uh i did?

Do you like your country's flag?

yes

Have you ever made a totally amazing snow fort?

yes

Do you use Bounty Paper Towels?

we use whatever is good & on sale. uhh the one with the green background.

Are you the one usually behind the camera or the one in the picture?

im almost always the one behind the camera. UNLESS it comes to taking pics of myself. I take my own. 

If you get married, will you have a traditional wedding?

traditional how? I likely would get married outside.

Do you feel you are slowly losing one of your friends?

K. It’s so messy and devastating. He’s been the person who ive been closest to for sooooooo long. But he isnt handling me dating super well. often when we talk it just turns to disagreements. like he speaks about wanting to plan a future with me but he lives with his ex. like that I can’t let go of.. it just doesnt work for me. so now we hardly talk and if we do its super sporadic and tense. its just SUCH a sucky situation to think of how close we were and now to see us like this. 

If you draw, what's one thing you always have trouble with?

i want to learn to draw hyper realistic but im a far ways away from that.

Is there someone you know moving away any time soon?

i believe so.

Do you ever go on Tyra.com?

i dont think so.

Allergic to anything?

yes. gluten, dairy, and some sort of either dust or seasonal situation. NONE of which i had until i was in my mid 20s

What are you going to do after this?

probably another survey.

[svucarisiaddict]

100 questions

100 Questions - WOO, thats a lot. *sips coffee* okay, here we go.

I was tagged by @musicalmedic, who is super awesome, so you should go follow her!

Okay! Let’s do this!!👇🏽

1. What is your nickname? Shay

2. How old are you? 3 freaking 9

3. What is your birth month? May

4. What is your zodiac sign? Taurus

5. What is your favorite color? Red or purple

6. What is your lucky number? 27

7. Do you have any pets? four doggos

8. Where are you from? Ohio

9. How tall are you? 5′3

10. What shoe size are you? 8

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Hmmm do I want to answer this? Lets just say is more than 10 and less than 50 lol. (same honestly)

12. Are you random? Ehhh... not really. But I like spontaneity

13. Last person you texted? Co-worker

14. Are you psychic in any way? Nope

15. Last tv show you watched? Strike Back

16. Favorite movie? Fried Green Tomatoes

17. Favorite tv shows from your childhood? Alf, MASH, Roseanne

18. Do you want any children? have 2.

19. Do you want a church wedding? I had a church wedding. Not sure I would if I had it to do again

20. What is your religion? I’m not particularly sure anymore.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? I’m an ICU nurse so...yeah. But for myself was November for foot suregery

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nope!

23. How’s life? Crazy.

24. Baths or showers? Shower

25. What color socks are you wearing? None

26. Have you ever been famous? Nope

27. Would you like to be a celebrity? Definitely not.

28. What kind of music do you like? I will legitimately listen to anything… 

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Nope!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 3

31. What position do you usually sleep in? Side, or back

32. How big is your house? No clue on square feet but 4 bedrooms, 2.5 bath

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? A protein bar or something else to that boring extent. Oh, and COFFEEEEEE! (Same for me)

34. Have you left the country? No

35. Have you tried archery? No

36. Do you like anyone? I like lots of people. 

37. Favorite swear word? usually I say ‘what the hell’, or fuck.

38. When do you fall asleep? Around 2300

39. Do you have any scars? On my forearm cut it on a piece of metal

40. Sexual orientation? Straight

41. Are you a good liar? No, I can never keep a straight face.

42. What languages would you like to learn? French

43. Top 10 songs? Wait a second, wouldn’t that makes this 110 questions?

44. Do you like your country? Yes, but like everything, it could use improvements.

45. Do you have friends from the web? yep.

46. What is your personality type? I can’t remember

47. Hogwarts House? Gryffindor

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes!

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? One doesn’t come to mind

50. Left or right-handed? Right.

51. Are you scared of spiders? Deathly scared of spiders.

52. Favorite food? doughnuts

53. Favorite foreign food? Chinese

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Mostly clean

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? Spend the day with no shirt on - how nice to be braless all the time?! (same)

56. What color underwear? white with colored design

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 30-45 minutes. 

58. Do you have much of an ego? Not really, no

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck… until I get bored, and then I just bite it haha.

60. Do you talk to yourself? Yes, I have some very good conversations with me.

61. Do you sing to yourself? All. The. Time.

62. Are you a good singer? Horrendous actually

63. Biggest Fears? Spiders, heights, tight spaces.

64. Are you a gossip? No.

65. Are you a grammar nazi? On some thing yes.

66. Do you have long or short hair? Long

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? I sure hope so haha

68. Favorite school subject? Science

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Extrovert extraordinare!

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Too claustrophobic for that! Also, wtf is even in the ocean?? No thanks. I’ll watch from the boat. (same here too)

71. What makes you nervous? Making a mistake

72. Are you scared of the dark? Nope.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends if the mistake could have a really bad outcome. At work, definitely yes.(same)

74. Are you ticklish? yep

75. Have you ever started a rumor? No.

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Not yet!

77. Have you ever drank underage? Nope.

78. Have you ever done drugs? Smoked pot once in high school

79. What do you fantasize about? Traveling to Europe

80. How many piercings do you have? 2 (both ears)

81. Can you roll your R’s? Yes

82. How fast can you type? Very

83. How fast can you run? yeah, I don’t run

84. What color is your hair? Brown

85. What color are your eyes? Brown

86. What are you allergic to? Mean people

87. Do you keep a journal? Not every day

88. Are you depressed about anything? Still dealing with the loss of my step dad last year

89. Do you like your age? Not really, but can’t change it so....

90. What makes you angry? People who hurt animals or other people.

91. Do you like your own name? Yes.

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? No.

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child?  I have one of each

94. What talents do you have? Walking and chewing gum at the same time

95. Sun or moon? Moon

96. How did you get your name? My mom’s best friend

97. Are you religious? Yes

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? Yes, still go for depression and anxiety

99. Color of your bedspread? Dark pruple

100. Color of your room? White 

Damn, thats a lot of questions!! If you don’t have time, I totally understand, but…

@detective-sonshine @giraffe-puppy @space-carisi @destroyedbydickwolf

[valeriepabellonpost-blog]

Grandson's Love

"Lolita look I have something for you!"

My little boy hurriedly ran towards my direction and hugged me tightly.

"Oh, little boy. What is it?" I asked him. a little boy brought out a paper and give it to me.

"Here my teacher asked me to make a poem and  I dedicate it to you, Lolita" He said sweetly, I didn't know what to feel. I was really lucky to have my one and only grandchild.

I was about to read the poem silently when my grandchild interrupted me.

"Lolita can you read it loud for me.?" He requested.

As I read the poem, my little boy kept staring at me until we had reached the end.

"Sorry If wasn't able to finish it lolita, our teacher asked the class to submit it already whether we are finish or not ." He explained and I tapped his head

"Oh, boy"

I used calling him by that name even though his name Jake, is far from little boy but his really cute that I compare to little boy. " I understand and truly appreciate it even your only a kid, I already admire you." I help his little hand and guided him to dining table.

"But lolita I promise to finish it for you Lets it"

This what I love the most he has attitude of being contented on what he has. He understood that I couldn't give him same way of living like the other kids are used to.

*******

"Lolita!!!"

He excites me already just by calling me in energetic way. Like what he used to do after his school,he would ran and hugg me tightly.

"Little boy how's school?"

I know that he was second grade already but I couldn't avoid asking him that same question every now and then. And I love the way he finds it sweet.

"I know you'll asked me that. You know what lolita I slept while the class for the first time" he told me while he was laughing. I couldn't help but to laugh too.

"Really? thats amazing boy. Are you tired for you to sleep at school? How are you feeling?" I put the  back of my palm on his forehead, just checking if he was ill.

"Naaaaaah I'm fine lolita, I just read a lot and Got sleepy at the same time." Then he kissed me on my cheek. "Don't worry I'm not sick... I think we should start packing our products now to bring them to market, early tomorrow.

We got little space at market where we sell our vegetables and fruits that planted at our backyard. He always helped me when he was free usually before he goes to school. For a fourth year student. I admire him because he could manage his time to school and at our house.

He would be in college this year, so I need to double my effort and time to save money so he could be able to continue his studies in college. Everyone expected that his going to a valediction and he was. If ever he would be granted of full scholarship for his chosen course and when I asked him what his chosen course,  he answered me...

"I want to be a doctor, so when you get ill I'm the one who will take charge of your health"

Sixty nine  was old enough. But believe me when I say I haven't experience yet any serious illness, its because of my dedication I know I'm weak but I need to be strong for my grandson. Especially when this day came...

It was midnight when I entered my grandson room. I went to wake him up to take his vitamins. I missed my boy so much his beside me but I could feel that he wasn't.

Summer season, after his graduation, after his long speech which he dedicate to me, after our little celebration. He became ill I hate seeing him like that, His nosebleed and also his gums. He cant eat or even drink . I would rather want to see myself experiencing like that than seeing him suffering.

It was already one month after his graduation when we found out he has this disease. When I asked him why he didn't tell me. He only one said "I dont know what my illness lolita but I can feel that their is something wrong inside me, but I ignored it lolita. I'm so sorry lolita"

He had a incurable leukemia. A cancer in blood. The doctor said that there is no cures discovered for this kind of illness.

Jake parents died in car accident seventeen

years ago. Jake was still a baby that time, And when they die, I promised to them that I'll take care of jake.

"Lolita?Can I ask favor to you?" We were at hospital that time, the doctor demanded that the patient needed to bea hospital. I held his hand and smile at him.

"Name it my boy" He spoke and moved weakly and slowly and It hurts me I see my only grandchild suffering like that.

"Please don't spend so much money for my illness." He started while crying.

"Lolita, please dont spend your savings for me. I know we should be spending that for my studies, But I think its impossible this time."

He held my hand tight even it was obviously difficult to his part. "You've been take care of me when I'm still baby until now.... and Im so thankful  for that. I studied hard to became doctor someday, and I will able to take care of you too. But forgive me lolita, If I will not able to achieve it We know that my illness has no cure, so please save your money to spend it when you're sick..... whe  you need it." Hearing those word from your grandchild breaks my heart.

I love my grandson even though.....

I do not have the strengh to work and earn money to bring him in private school. I only plants some vegetables and fruits at our backyard and sell them to earn a little for him. I am not perfect grandmother who can give whatever his grandchild wants. But I'm  the grandmother who's willing to protect and sacrifices everything for his grandson.

I'm willing to sacrifices myself so he can live but it was impossible. I live for more than sixty years now and his the only seventeen years old. I have already experience so many in my life but he wasn't yet. He has dream but now he wasn't able to reach it. I must be the one who was lying on the white bed, with those wires connected to machine just prolong the life of the patient.

She reached for a piece of paper and give it to me. "Lolita can you read it to me?" I remember the same words that he said that he made a poem for me. I started crying.

When I realized that this is the continuation of the poem he made for me.

"Please don't cry lolita. I wont leave you just because I already tired .... But I will leave you because I have to. Please guide take care of yourself, I will guide and guard you. I love you lolita!" Then he kissed me on the cheek. "While I'm giving my last testament to God. Please start reading the poem lolita."

I started reading the poem he made while he silently crying and slowly closing his eyes.

After reading his poem, I turned to my boy and gave his last hug. I hugged him like what I used to do when his running to me after school. I hugged him tightly but this time, not to welcome him but to say goodbye.

Jake has passed away. My boy....

I have nothing but I have the greatest value of a thing in this world, I have my little boy's love...... My grandson' Love

[amazingjackthefactfinder-blog]

It has begun. The blog that will bust the doors wide open.

I’m sure you’ve heard of muck raking and I am not one for buck taking so the buck stops here. I am going out into the world to finally once and for all get to the bottom of all the nonsense and do some cold hard journalism. Pie a la mode style. Meaning i may have a cold creamy gal riding on top of my crisp apples... but watch out she bites. She is one icy B and a half. Nevertheless I will go on to announce that as a promise to my never ending ever growing swarm of listeners I never sacrifice my integrity for a back alley handy and a warm plate of dessert. One other thing I would like to mention is that my theme songs will be extensions of my soul and eventually will amass to form a discography intent on making any record collection obsolete whether it be a slew of Blondie and Barbara Streisand Albums or the record collection owned by Kenny “The Tits” Daffledinger. When asked why they call him “The Tits”, “The Tits” replied “Well Jack, I’m what you could call a connoisseur. I don’t buy nothin’ unless it makes this phrase pop out of my mouth, ‘Oh lawdy lawdy I do declare these be the tits what my eyeballs oogly googly googling at’ I must say that 8 or 9 times a week, and that’s just while I’m out with my grandma.  I am also a certified fan of the female anatomy particularly of the booby area so I’m goin’ for a 25% tranny swap under the hood if you know what I mean.” I reply, “No Kenny, but go on, I am enthralled.” Kenny adamantly exclaims, “Well tell me this now Jack, WHY is it that girls get to have sweater puppies when my apartment complex wouldn’t even let me have a pet rock. WHY is it that man has not yet evolved to lactate? AND WHY have you never just racked on a pair of 36 C donkey pillows and gone with the partial sex change. Aint got shit now Jack where are your answers? Well ill tell you what, my chesticles will never see the light of day with you in the room that much is for sure. These are my Tits. I am The Tits. My tits are the Tits so call me Tits, remember... The one with the bangin butterscotch hard candy nipples.” And that was all “The Tits” was willing to share with us that day he said something about pollen in the air and ran off to get some alkaline water from the water store just adjacent of the senior citizen version of hooters, droopies on Mackeral Blvd.

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With great power does not come great responsibility in reality alongside great power comes manslaughter government corruption and if youre lucky a sweet chopper with a wicked amount of horsies pumpin through the engine. All of which I have leads on and the resulting stories will eventually put your ass where your hat goes with the shistorm of raw unfiltered news that comes in your ears and plops its balls on your favorite addition of home and garden. “Ah hell no not my dream house ‘zine, it’ll be weeks until the next edition, I’m going to march on Washington” You’ll cry as you rally your multiracial family and tell them the news you just heard. But it will be too late old news is cold news so go drink a cold brew and wait for the next delightfully painful kick to the groin that we call current events.

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