
here’s the thing. when you make yourself or get yourself an ice cream sundae, you don’t put every topping and every dessert in it. you don’t usually just tell the employee, “yeah get a scoop of each just go down the topping line” for your ice cream. you wouldn’t do this because it would be expensive as hell, but also, it would be fucking disgusting. you want snickers crumbles in the same sundae you put gummi bears in? mint chocolate chip ice cream with butter pecan? no, you don’t, it’s too much at once so it’s gross. you need moderation.
how are you going to sit here and tell me you want a goth magic scientist vampire. no you don’t. “uhhh yes i do haha lmao” you don’t ugly! stop lying! you are describing somebody with three conflicting aesthetics. what does a wizard scientist even mean bro! that’s nothing! a wizard is a scientist already he just studies magic! and how fucking lame to call yourself a scientist WHEN YOU ARE A WIZARD AND A VAMPIRE. nobody gives a flying shit about your occupation at that point. and the moods, the atmospheres, the energies around each of these three things? completely different. brooding, longing creature of the undead. mysterious, powerful person of great respect. weird guy who probably took too much adderall and has a phd. what are you people after. these are three different people. you try to play god, and in doing so, you recognize why the world we live in has limitations, as if we had everything, nothing would matter. you are an artist who put every color of the rainbow on every spot of the canvas, and in staring at your work, you will give yourself a headache.
hey micah
hi jake how are you tonight
im fine just need to let you know something. are you good by the way
i have certainly been better but i am getting by. what is it you wanted to let me know
this post makes you look stupid as shit
tired of posts about how lesbians are stupid and useless
it’s like……really not that cute
anyway! the lesbians in my life are some of the most extraordinary and wonderful people i’ve ever met
guys seriously please read
so crazy story everyone. all day yesterday (3/29/19) a man was hanging out at the starbucks i work at. he was there all day and didn’t buy anything but i didn’t mind because he seemed like he needed a place to be. we were closing at 10pm and he asked about bus routes, but there are no stops nearby. i bought him an uber home with my debit card, about $30, thinking it was a good thing to do.
unfortunately he took advantage of me and cleared my bank account out in cash ($480) today. i was just paid, so it was almost my full paycheck. best part is, it’s saturday so the banks are closed, and rent is due on monday.


here’s proof of my bank account, you can see the desposit from my work, the uber i purchased for the man, and the subsequent withdrawal of all of my money. if anyone has anything to spare this month you don’t know how much i’d appreciate it.
venmo: recreant
cash app: r3cr34nt
y'all if you want to say i’m lying like go ahead but i wouldn’t be doing this if i didn’t think i had to….. ive got $25 from this so i have about $70 in my account now, and i am going to owe my landlord $670 tomorrow. this is just like facts lol, and it because i trusted someone and bought a ride for them. idc if you think i’m lying, block me then :(
UPDATE
I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON THIS HAPPENED TO. I FILED A POLICE REPORT THIS MORNING AND WENT TO GET FRAUD PAPERS FROM MY BANK AND THE BANK SAID I WAS THE 6TH PERSON THAT MORNING THAT HAD BEEN ROBBED OF EXACTLY $483 THIS WEEKEND!!! REAL SHIT!!!
ANYONE WITH AUSTIN TELCO OR CHASE PLEASE WATCH OUT THEY DONT KNOW HOW THEYRE DOING IT YET WITHOUT A PIN BUT ITS HAPPENING LOL!!!!
Day 1: Just Friends…
For @adrinetteapril Day 1: Just Friends. [AO3]
Adrien & Marinette had been standing outside the restaurant for a half hour. It wasn’t unusual for their collège class reunions. These usually meant two or three of the group stayed out by the entrance. Being informal and short notice (i.e. whenever everyone could make it) meant no booking private venues, and impromptu ushers until everyone showed.
What was unusual, Ivan thought with a frown, was that they weren’t holding hands, or had their arm around the other’s waist, or nuzzling into each other, or any other public display of adrinette. They simply stood, chatting, hands in their pockets.
He shared a look of unease with Mylene as they approached.
The other couple greeted them as warmly as ever regardless and, after hugs and cheek kisses, waited patiently as Mylene looked between them with an, “Umm…” seemingly oblivious to her discomfort.
Marinette’s smile seemed to hide something. Adrien’s beaming grin did not—but was no less mysterious.
“Did something…” Ivan continued for his wife, “Happen between you two?”
Suddenly, Adrien’s smile faded as he bit down on his lip and Marinette answered, “Yeeeah, about that. Something did happen. Now we’re-” she glanced towards Adrien.
“We’re just friends…” he provided, face solemn.
Ivan and Mylene barely caught each other’s eyes, disbelieving, before a flash of movement.
“… Just friends and fiancees!” Adrien all but yelled, holding up Marinette’s hand in his.
On their intertwined fingers, engagement rings glinted in the light. This time he did yell, “We’re engaged!” while throwing his (and one of her) arms in the air.
“He’s been doing this all night,” she laughed. “I didn’t want to worry anyone but- look at him!”
They did look at him. He was looking at Marinette. Too much gratitude overwhelmed his features to be just for tonight’s prank. His eyes lit up even more at her giggle.
“Guess I’ll just have to play along with my silly husband the rest of my life,” she said, squeezing his hand.
Adrien’s expression softened and he opened his mouth to- oof!
Ivan whapped Adrien in the chest with a backhand, sending him reeling. “You scared me!” he said, and before his victim could apologize, Ivan gathered Adrien up in a bear hug and bellowed, “Dude, congratulations!”
Then softly, so only the two could hear, “You’re welcome. I know the about to cry because my wife is too cute look too well.”
“ Y'got me, “Adrien wheeze-laughed. “Thanks, man… wife. My wife!”





