#uber fail

[little-bruised-soul]

COUPLE OF THE DECADE 🤣🤡

[quirkfics]

oooh, what about Mt. Lady with "seek"? lemon, if possible? thank you so much!! :)

Yu is going to worry a hole in her bottom lip if she chews on it any harder. You want to point it out, want to ask her what the problem is, to try and coax her into ceasing whatever is worrying her so much- But she likes to be contrary, whenever people point things out. 

“So. Listen,” she says, reaching across the table before you can pick up your glass. She snags your hand in both of hers, lowering her eyes when you raise your eyebrows. “This wasn’t- I didn’t plan this,” she says, hastily motioning between the two of you. “I never wanted to seek out a relationship of any kind, really. I’m busy, and my debut was going- mostly well, but-” She blows out a breath, fingers trembling in their grip around yours.“I can’t let this thing between us go. So I’m asking you out.”

Yu looks so determined, you don’t quite have the heart to tell her that your casual inquiry about having dinner, what you’re doing right now, was meant to be a date.

[prettymuchczak-blog]

So am I the only one wondering why the driver didn’t realize that the singer of the song that’s playing on the radio is in his fucking car

[tri-lambs]

Uber is not exactly kicking inclusive goals at the moment

[939393spot]

last night I got into the wrong uber but I got to smoke my cigarette and 107.5 was on so it was chill

[eleveninthirteen]

haunt me (as a ghost) or mourn me. amy x eleven.

Haunting:

"Amelia!" He shouted, shoulders slumped with the force of relief before he began to stride towards her retreating back, wondering why she hadn't turned at the sound of his voice. Eleven reached out, lips quirking into confident smile, only to have his fingers slip through her shoulder. He froze, mouth open in surprise and stared at his hand, curling his fingers into a fist before he rushed to catch up with her again."Amy? Amy!" Her eyes were intent, focused on something, or someone, far ahead of them. She didn't even flinch when he said her name. Resolute, he continued to hound her, yelling and pleading for her to see him, he was right in front of her - Amy had stopped. His hair standing up in all directions, hands shaking, Eleven turned to look at what she'd knelt by and felt like someone had punched him in the chest. That was him, laying, silent and cold, on the ground. "Oh, Doctor," she breathed, her slim hands ghosting over his face, as if she couldn't bring herself to believe it. Eleven closed his eyes, wiping a hand over his face before he crouched beside her. No wonder she couldn't see him. He was dead.