Its The Bet That Really Gets Me. How Often Do People Bet On Jacks Hockey? How Often On Him Losing? For

It’s the bet that really gets me. How often do people bet on Jack’s hockey? How often on him losing? For that matter, on him losing it again, or the kind of drugs he’s on? This is so hopeful and wonderful, and I love Alicia so much in it. She’s vibrant and her own person, in what used to be her own space, and that shows even in how it’s set back from the rest of her family. This is how you write female secondary characters!

I wish you would write a fic where jack comes back from going to kiss bitty at graduation and his parents chirp him SO HARD bc his phone keeps goign off and he's all pleased and bashful about it and doesn't outright admit anything but it's SUPER CLEAR what happend

This is…. not quite what you wanted but it’s set at the same time and its similar. also its what popped into my head as i procrastinate my last paper so…

“Well, that one clearly just got laid,” you say to Ashlyn as the two of you finally get the chance to stand still and lean against the bar. You’re behind it and she’s in the little nook that servers hide in when they don’t want their tables to see them. She swivels her head to see who you are looking at. 

“Which one?”

“Table 4. Dark suit, blue tie, looks just like his dad.”

Ashlyn looks. Then giggles. “You’re fucking right about that. Look at him!”

“So laid,” you agree. “Probably after the ceremony too. And good too. You don’t walk around with a smile like that unless you got right fu–”

“Excuse me?”

Your mouth snaps shut. Hard. Because this place isn’t particularly fancy–but it is the traditional college bar and it is graduation. Which means all the alums and parents are back and you probably should not be talking like this. It’s a classy day. 

And it only gets worse as it turns because this place isn’t classy, but, goodness, this woman is. Reddish-blond hair perfectly styled in that long-bob that’s so in right now, red and white dress, fashionable belt, and blue eyes expertly enhanced by the slightest bit of brown eyeliner. Ugh. After only 4 hours of tending bar on graduation day, you are pretty sure you look like some sort of monster.

Also, she looks vaguely familiar. As if maybe you’ve seen her somewhere. Somewhere important?

Also, she is a paying customer who just overheard you gossiping about how one of the newly graduated college boys probably had sex within the past hour so…

Not a great moment for you, to be honest. 

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Tumblr hive mind comes through again

dark bee tumblr show me the forbidden bees

I hate this thing.

Though, I can imagine some people would think the answer was to actually surveil, but in secret. Just, no. The answer is not installing a nanny-cam behind a teddy bear and watching your kids secretly. Just don’t surveil (/pretend to) at all. Especially when the other person doesn’t have the power to make you stop.

Hey! He’s watching

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 

im not a pissbaby

Still creepily relevant.

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