My faith in pizza guys has gone up 123%
NO LET ME TELL YOU A STORY
So a few weeks ago I was in a hotel in Savannah with my grampa in the hospital next door, Mom was over staying with him, and the battery in the smoke detector went out so every 5 minutes it would let off this loud, high pitched ‘CHIRP’.
It was annoying as fuck, so I called the front desk to see if they had a battery for it, and they said the only thing they could do was change rooms. We’d already settled in for the night, and needed the next door rooms for my uncles the next day, so I said I’d deal. My uncles had my car in the next town over, so I couldn’t drive and get one myself.
An hour later, I’m ordering pizza and have gone insane because the damn thing CHIRPS. SO. MUCH.
So I begged the pizza guy on the phone to stop and get me a battery, told him I’d pay for the battery, and give him an extra tip for it, and he was chill with it. This adorable fucker gets to my room with the battery, opens it, asks to see the smoke detector, CLIMBS ON THE BED, CHANGES THE BATTERY FOR ME, and tests it.
My pizza was only 20 dollars, but I gave him 40 and told him to keep the change.
I am clearly not fully utilizing my pizza delivery person…..
What’s next pizza delivery hitmen
included in this order for a large ground beef is a dossier containing information on your target. he is to be neutralized before delivery. do not let him reach the airport. no pepperoni.
I know it’s fucked up, but I really routed for this bitch when I was little.
its not fucked up because sharpay was just trying to chase her dream and be the bEST SHE CAN BE BUT GABRIELLA CAME OUTTA NO WHERE LIKE LOL HEHE TROY LETS DO ALL THE MUSICALS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES AND KEPT TAKING SHARPAYS DREAM AWAY FROM HER rude ass bitch
And sharpays songs were SO MUCH BETTER TOO THEY WERE FUN AND GABRIELLA JUST SANG ALL SLOW ABOUT LOVE AND SHE MADE YOU WANT TO FALL ASLEEP BUT SHARPAYS MUSIC WAS THE SHIT
Supernatural Gif Challenge: 10 Scenes [8/10]
7x10; Death’s Door - Bobby’s best memory
I just can’t with this scene. The fact that Bobby’s best memory is not of his life before he became a hunter, when he was happy with his wife, or anything else. It’s of an evening with his two boys who have the rare opportunity to just be boys for once. They’re not stressing about the impending Apocalypse or frantically researching something for their current job, or fighting amongst themselves over demon blood or crossroads deals.
They’re just two boys enjoying a movie and squabbling about candy.
DON’T MAKE ME CRY IT’S NOT NICE
This was one of those scenes that made me cry and hyperventilate simultaneously
No. I can’t do this again.
Why did this have to appear twice in a row on my dash now I’m completely crying.
"Stiles, wait. Don’t leave. Just let me—Stiles, please don’t leave.”
"What, you want to explain?" Stiles laughs mirthlessly, grabbing the duffel bag and heading for the door. He isn’t even bothering with shoes, just wearing his underwear, on his way to angrily storming out of Derek’s life. "You don’t get to explain, okay, I get it. This wasn’t ever— anything, how could I have been so blind. The secretive phone calls, the late nights from work, you think I’m stupid, Derek?"
"No, no I don’t," Derek says helplessly. His world is crumbling down around him, and it’s like his mind isn’t even working right now, all he can see is Stiles walking over the threshold of their shitty apartment that they share together, betrayal and hurt written all over his face.
"A fucking second checking account, Derek, you asshole, with payments going out every month, no, I don’t think you can explain that away with ‘just trust me,’ anymore, can you, when we can’t even get our hot water fixed and you’re spending thousands and thousands on God-knows-what,” Stiles hisses vehemently. “And you can’t tell me what it is? I thought I was—” Stiles takes a deep breath, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s clutching the bag. “I thought I was everything to you,” he says in a small voice.
Derek can’t even say anything, it would ruin everything— but how does that matter now, when Stiles says bitterly, “I guess I thought wrong,” and slams the door, footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Derek jolts back to life somehow, darting to the bedroom, heaving the heavy frame aside. He feels along the cracks in the floor, popping the compartment open and grabbing the paperwork and the tiny blue velvet box, and rushes for the door.
Stiles is halfway down the street, a sad sight in his boxer briefs, holding his duffel bag defiantly and cursing at some laughing onlookers. Derek runs like his life depends on it, concrete cold beneath his bare feet. He catches up to Stiles just as a taxi cab pulls up, and he’s heaving, catching his breath.
Stiles turns around and gives him a cold look. “No, whatever you’re going to say—”
"Stiles, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was going to be a surprise,” Derek says lamely, shoving the deed into Stiles’ hands, the small box quivering as it slides down the stack of papers. “Please don’t leave me,” Derek says.
"What the fuck is this?" Stiles says, flipping through the papers— contracts, reports— the deed. His eyes go wide when he sees the picture of one of the progress reports from the contractor— the farmhouse standing tall, bright red paint contrasting the green glade behind it. His voice wobbles when he repeats, "What is this?" but gone is the angry tone, it’s just disbelief now. "Derek, this is the house—"
"The house you told me about years ago, the one you said on our third date would be your dream house, I— I bought it, and I’ve been fixing it up the way you always told me you wanted it," Derek stammers. Stiles’ fingers hesitate on the lid of the box. "I was going to—"
Stiles opens the box and there’s a gleaming ring inside. “Oh my God,” he says.
"You two gonna get in the cab or what?" the driver snaps.
"Go away, I’m trying to get proposed to here!" Stiles yells back at him, and the driver huffs and takes off.
"So is that a—" Derek starts.
"Yes, you idiot, yes!" Stiles flings his arms around Derek, hopping up in his excitement, legs wrapping around his waist and Derek swings him around a little giddily. "I can’t believe you let me think the worst of you," he says, kissing Derek soundly on the mouth.
"This wasn’t how the proposal was supposed to go," Derek says when they break for air.
Stiles laughs brightly. “Tell me all about it, you romantic sap. You can even do it again, if you like. I’ll pretend to be surprised.”
Derek grins. “Well, there were going to be rosepetals all over the floor of the new house…”
I just want Dean and Cas to be dating and then some nice old lady to realize they’re a couple and ask them how they met and before Dean can stop him, Cas says completely seriously. “I found him in hell. I gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. He was heavier than I’d anticipated”. And then Dean just