NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUU!!!!!
COULSOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNN!!!!!
YES
I FOUND IT
YES
NEW RINGTONE
September 2012
BUT look at his face
so proud of his new shield and then peggy shoots him
I had this co-worker once. We liked each other from the start and we had so much fun while working. We worked on several projects together, and had to present our results to the whole company on different occasions.
It was widely agreed throughout the company that the results of our collaborations were nothing short of fantastic, so our boss, seeing how well we worked together, continued to pair us up on projects.
At some point, people from other departments started whispering whenever my co-worker and I would walk through the entrance together, or when we brought one another coffee at the conference table. Later that week, one of our co-workers told us something he’d overheard: that people were assuming that we were “together.” My co-worker and I started laughing, because that was just hilarious. Even our boss made a comment once, winking; he knew for a fact, of course, that we weren’t a couple, but he DID have fun teasing us about it.
Then, two weeks later or so, we overheard a discussion between two co-workers about how the two of us likely spent our afternoons “getting it on” in the restroom. Well, let me say, this is when we stopped laughing about it. And this is when we started feeling just the slightest bit uncomfortable working together. The constant remarks put a strain on our relationship because oftentimes we were afraid to be seen with one another. Our boss even considered no longer assigning us joint projects because it got worse with each day. Through coincidence, we learned that our boss’s secretary had mentioned that even the head of an affiliate company had heard the rumors, and had asked our boss if they were true.
One morning I was skimming through my inbox at work when a certain e-mail caught my eye. It had been sent to the entire company and, thinking it was just the usual monthly notice about the company’s earnings, I opened it. However, once it loaded, I was shocked at what I read. The e-mail suggested that my co-worker and I, after many hours working together, gave in to “the crushing tension” one night and, well, it continued on in very graphic detail about how exactly that went.
Needless to say, I was embarassed - furious, even. I couldn’t believe someone would send this to the WHOLE company (my receiving the email, of course, was surely a mistake). I called to ask if my co-worker had received the message as well, and though the answer was “no,” I was forced to share the rumors circulating throughout the company about our (non-existent) sex life. Our relationship was never the same again after that.
[And now let me tell you, all of this is made up, but we have a reason for it. Katie and I were discussing the Hobrien-related tweets being sent directly to Dylan’s and Hoechlin’s Twitters, and this story is actually a metaphor we concocted about how those tweets (graphic or not) that continue to be sent by a part of this fandom, could/can/probably have affect(ed) the two of them. Please remember that they are REAL people who don’t want to be asked if they are getting it on, who don’t want to be sent tweets saying that they have sex/should have sex/whatever. They are ACTUAL PEOPLE who, just like you and I, have the right to privacy, and certainly have the right to NOT have rumors floating around on Twitter, where EVERYONE can read it, about them fucking.]^THIS PLEASE TEEN WOLF FANDOM, STOP ACTING LIKE THERE’S NO CONSEQUENCES AND REFLECT HOW YOUR ACTIONS MAY NOT BE CUTE, FUNNY OR APPRECIATED. JUST HAVE RESTRAINT AND RESPECT THAT SOME BOUNDARIES AREN’T FOR YOU TO CROSS OVER.
ok how do you politely tell someone you want to hit them with a brick
One wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls. Repeatedly.
thank u
