so i just wanted to finish it

Mad Spaced - Chapter 11 - “Can of Worms”

Oh, hello! I’m not surprised if anyone had given up on me; I had just about given up on myself. This chapter pretty much accomplishes what I intended, and it feels fairly finished, so I’m just going to post it! (There will be more to the story, though, in case that was unclear.) The style is a little odd, there are flashback bits that I’m not sure are 100% clear and effective, but blahblahblah. I know. Too much preamble.

Here are the previous installments, should anyone want to catch up or refresh your memory:

Last bit of business: I merged a couple of tag lists, because a couple of people hadn’t made it onto the last fic I posted. If you don’t want to be informed in future, feel free to opt out (I won’t be sad, I swear!) And if you’re not listed and want to be tagged when I write something (hopefully more frequently than once a month in future), let me know. 

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Without further bloody ado, here’s Chapter 11!

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Finn caught his reflection in the supermarket’s sliding glass doors, and started at the blonde shock on his head. He still wasn’t used to being re-bleached. He hurried inside to do a quick shop before heading home. On his way, he reflected that things had quickly gone back to their version of normal after the momentary tension that seemed to surround the hair dyeing evening a couple days ago. Of course, normal also included Rae feeling like crap every day she worked at Flaps.

He pushed the door to the flat open with the hand that had turned the key in the lock, his other hand gripped onto three carrier bags full of shopping. The droning voice of John McCrea filled the flat. Rae was in a duvet cocoon on the sofa, simultaneously singing along to Cake and watching French & Saunders DVDs, telly volume on low. She’d watched them so often, she had most of the sketches memorized. There was a pile of soggy teabags on the plate next to Rae’s favorite mug.

“Oh, dear,” Finn said aloud. “Rough day?” He recognized the signs of over-coping.

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Two new possible projects for Tyler Hoechlin after TWITA

“a little bit of information that I was privy to from his Meet & Greet, he just finished writing a pilot script! He was hesitant to share too much about it, though, as he didn’t want to jinx anything.”

“He also may have a new movie lined up – fingers crossed!” 


I Forgot What Hating Myself Felt Like

Ok so I’ve been working on a collection of different Quintis fics to deal with the hiatus, and I just finished this one, and I kinda like it. I didn’t know if I should post it or not b/c I wasn’t really sure about it because this is my first fanfic thing and I’ve read tons of fics that are soooo much better, but I wanted the rest of the Cyclone to see it so here it is. Please, any and all feedback to help me with my writing ok thanks. (I don’t own any of the characters in this so)

This is based of a post that I saw a while ago but can’t find now sorry :(

“Bullshit!” Happy looked up from the piece of metal she was working on at the sound of Toby’s outburst. She had heard him enter her apartment almost a half an hour ago, and except for the sink running as filled a glass of water, she had not heard him since. It was not uncommon for him to randomly show up at her apartment, as she had given him a key a few weeks ago, but usually the first thing he did was find her and present her with some gooey confession of love, which usually annoyed her, but she liked it too.  She glanced at her clock, and blinked in surprise when she realized i was nearly two in the morning. Why was Toby at her apartment at this time of night, and why was he shouting about seemingly nothing. Slowly, she peered out from her converted workroom and made her way to her little living area.

There, she found Toby pacing in front of the couch, hands over his face like when he was stressed or upset to the point of breaking, a documentary paused on the tv behind him. A bottle of vodka was on the table next to him, and it looked like he had only taken maybe one shot. So he wasn’t drunk, maybe, not yet.

“Hey, Doc, what’s up?” She asked, startling him out of his stupor. He looked at her, his expression so broken, so full of panic and desperation, that she started to worry. She didn’t need to be a world class shrink to know something was up. “Toby? Is there something wrong?” The expression on his face caused her to go into a bit of panic mode as well. She crossed the room and went to him, worried by his uncharacteristic silence. Even on his worse days he would have at least noted her choice in clothing, a tight, almost see through white tank top and black jean shorts, and cracked a joke followed with an ‘I love you Happy Quinn,’ but not tonight.

Once she reached him, she had barely opened her mouth to ask again what wrong before he had wrapped her tightly in his arms and his lips crashed down onto hers. It was a surprise, although not an unwelcomed one, so after a moment of hesitation she wrapped her arms around his waist and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him better. At this, he picked her up and spun her around in the way she secretly loved, and moved his lips down her neck. She groaned softly into his ear, but then paused. “Toby…” Abruptly, he stopped, blinking down at her in confusion and, she thought, a little bit of hurt.

“What is it?” He asked, his voice completely and utterly broken. “What did I do?”

Happy blinked at him, thinking about how his lips had tasted of vodka, and of something stronger. He had been out, apparently.

“Nothing, Toby, it’s just…”

“Then what, Happy?” He blurted. Happy looked at him in surprise. He seemed fully sober, but he was acting completely out of the ordinary.

“Toby, what’s gotten into you? Why were you yelling at the tv?” Happy asked, glaring at her ridiculous boyfriend with a mixture of concern and exasperation. He could be so thick sometimes.

“Happy, I…” he recognised her aggravated, defensive stance and closed the distance between them and pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you, Happy,” he murmured into her ear. “I love you so fucking much.” He was shaking and close to tears, something she rarely saw in him, and it scared her a little.

Before she could say anything, she felt his lips brush her forehead and he continued. “The documentary said you can’t love someone without loving yourself first. That’s bullshit.” He took a shaky breath. “That’s bullshit. I have… I have never loved myself. But you, oh god I love you so much, I forget what hating myself feels like. I just—” She broke him off by pulling him down and kissing him so fiercely that he gasped against her mouth before responding with more passion than she had ever felt, picking her up and pushing her roughly against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and circled her arms around his neck, curling her finger is his hair as she kissed him, refusing to let go.

He kissed her with all his pent up pain and desperation, loving the feel of her under his lips. He groaned as she wrapped her legs around him, kissing him back just as fiercely as he supported her against the wall. He moved his lips down her jaw to her neck, causing her to moan his name softly. After a minute, he wrapped his arms around her and swung her around, causing her to gasp in surprise, before gently laying her on the couch, his lips never leaving her. After she was on the couch, he laughed against her lips as she pulled him down on top of her, and, not wanting to crush her tiny frame, he straddled her hips and braced his arms so he wasn’t completely on top of her. she slid her hands up under his shirt, and he felt her delicate touch graze over every inch of his stomach and chest, wrapping around to his back, pushing his shirt up. Without even a moment’s hesitation he slid the shirt over his head, tossing it off to the side, and Happy did the same with her tank top, which, he thought, she looked hot as all hell in. Although, to be fair, he thought she looked fucking amazing in anything, especially the black bra and blacker cutoff shorts she was in now. He sighed against her neck as she traced his body with her fingers. They stayed like that for a long time, him nuzzling her neck and cupping her hips, her tracing patterns on his back, in perfect silence. He kissed her deeply one last time, his hands lingering on her hips, before rolling over so they were spooned together.

She snuggled into him, and he sighed and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her secured against his chest. “Movie?” He asked, knowing she’d be asleep within the next few minutes anyway. She nodded her head and handed him the remote, and he clicked through the channels until Iron Man came on.

“So many mechanical inaccuracies,” she muttered. “But a good movie.” He laughed at her comment. and they watched in comfortable silence for a while.

“Toby?” Toby startled from his thoughts at the sound of his name from Happy’s mouth.


“I love you,” she whispered quietly, on the verge of sleep. “I love more than anything.”

“Happy,” He murmured into her hair. “Oh, Hap, you know I love you too.”

“Good,” she sighed, and drifted into dreams. He pressed his lips to her head, tightening his grip on her so they wouldn’t fall.

He stared at the TV as the end credits of the movie finished scrolling, then clicked it off, shifting so he could stand. Once his legs woke up a little, he carefully lifted his sleeping girlfriend into his arms. She looked so peaceful as she slept, completely at peace, the ice she kept up to push people away completely gone. His beautiful, badass mechanic. He carried her to her bedroom, pushing the door closed behind him with his foot. He made his way to her messy, unmade bed, and collapsed with her on top of the covers, wrapping her in his arms as she shivered.

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered against her before drifting off into a comfortable sleep.

Ok so I’m hoping to make this a multi-chapter thing so they can maybe talk it out, so if you like it or have suggestions, please let me know 

anonymous asked:

hey i needed a little help. i've always wanted to do nursing and now i just finished my first year of nursing school and it wasnt all i expected it to be. I felt super nervous and scared during my placement and now i'm just really upset. I really want to work with maternal infant or in peds but my placement was in geriatrics and it just made me so depressed. I feel like there isnt going to be any jobs out there that I want and i'm super worried about that. if you have any words of guidance? tnx

Hi sweet friend,

First off, *hug.* This is a difficult questions. I’m going to be super honest. I hated clinicals in nursing school. I felt out of place. I felt overwhelmed and completely and utterly clueless. I felt like an intruder to these preceptor nurses that did not want a student there. Nursing school does not teach what it’s like to be actually be a nurse, that you learn in the trenches of your first months practicing. So, what you have is nursing school teaching these high-brow evidenced based practice theories and yada yada yada, then you go to the hospital and it is totally different. 

If I would have based my career choice on how I felt about clinicals, I would have quit. But, I knew it wouldn’t always be like that. That one day, I would be the nurse with defined, vital role in that patient’s care. I also promised myself, I would make every student I precept feel that.

I think, as a nurse, you’ll be able to find any job you want. My BFF was hired as a new grad nurse in the CVICU of the children’s hospital here and plenty of people I went to nursing school with also work at that hospital. A friend I worked on the floor with when I first started, just left that job to work L&D. So, fear not there are jobs available in every area of nursing, even to new nurses.

I’m sorry you’re going though this. Nursing school is hard enough as it is, having this confusion on top of that. I hope this helps. I’m always here if you need someone to talk to.

Skimmons + doing everything a couple does such as wearing each other’s clothes and everything but both of them needs to realise it

“Here, I got you something from that bakery across the street,” Skye says when she walks into the lab nonchalantly and puts the cardboard box next to some tissue samples as if it’s not a big deal. She’s chewing down on what looks like a glazed donut herself, and Jemma wonders for a split second how she doesn’t seem to put on any weight, ever.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that,” Jemma says with a bright smile, but Skye just shrugs, so she opens the box to find a pain au chocolat. Her favourite.

“I wanted to. Plus, you forget to eat,” Skye says and winks, “oh hey, by the way. I was wondering. Since we have the night off, how about we finish up on Orphan Black before the new season starts?”

“Sounds lovely, Skye. I’ll finish up here and get us some Thai food. You’re in charge of drinks.”

Skye rocks back and forth on her heels for a second with a silly smile on her face before clearing her throat and nodding. “Drinks. Okay, absolutely. I’ll see you later.”


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    To be honest, it hasn’t been a great reading month for me. I am not ashamed though since I think I’m going to stop reading for a few months. I would read but only if I really wanted to buy that book, like an installment of the series that I’ve been following, something like that.

CURRENTLY READING: Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare

   Rereading this book again just because I missed the Shadowhunter world + Will and Jem + the epic love triangle. I remember it was around this time when I’ve read the The Infernal Devices Trilogy– and those days weren’t the great ones. Nonetheless, I could use a little tragedy in my boring little summer. Hoping to finish this one as soon as possible so that I could get to Clockwork Prince!

FINISHED READING: The Beginning of Everything by Robyn Schneider 

   A good contemporary read I must say. I think I teared up a little with this book, I don’t know which part. But I’m pretty sure that this book stopped by contemporary kick. I’ve been reading contemporary novels ever since summer started, and I am sick of it now. That’s why I decided on rereading Clockwork Angel, it would take me a while to finish this book but what’s the rush?

   Anyway, enough aout me, how’s your reading for the month of April?

anonymous asked:

Hello!! I love this blog so much omg!!!! Can i please request a Jhope scenario for everyone of us armys who are taking their final exams this year? Like him motivating you to study and making a study plan with you and keeping you strictly to it. That would make my week! Thank you very much!!

/Admin Dina/ 

wooooooah it came out quite sexy :’D I didn’t mean it to be like that so I’m sorry if you don’t like it >,,< Also, good luck on your exams, if they’re not finished yet! :)


author: Dina
pairing: J-Hope x Y/N
words: 600
reading time: 2-3/5 min.
genre: fluff? kinda sexy fluff?

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That feeling when you so wanted to be done with your skirt, but it’s 12:30 in the morning and the two of you aren’t totally getting along, and you’re too tired to do any more work on it so you just sit around in your half-finished cosplay. It doesn’t help that I’m all emotional after rewatching The Return and Jailbreak tonight - now I really wanna finish this cosplay so I can be a sad blue babe, and eventually be gem shipping trash with @artofprocrastination. #trashlife

Objective opinions?

I just finished my mom’s Mother’s Day present. She wanted a wrap bracelet that would coil around her arm a couple of times and didn’t tell me any other details, so I’m a little iffy about it. It’s fairly simple since I’m low on jewelry supplies right now and had nothing to really go on. So if I could get some objective third-party opinions, that would be great! Thanks so much <3

~Admin Demi

I looked into his eyes

As he thrust his cock inside of me deeper and deeper, my body looses itself. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that in that moment we were making love again. His thrust rocking both of our bodies, then I saw his eyes, so strong, so focused to pleasure me. I locked my eyes with his as he continues to thrust harder and faster. We were both going to cum. He kept going faster and faster until I just couldn’t hold back in longer and I shot. Shooting all over my body. The sight of the cum had him shoot his cum inside of me. That’s what I wanted. To be finished with him inside of me, getting every drop of his cum inside of me. I looked into his eyes, and I was blessed to see him once again.

philosophuckingphy asked:

Dare you to leak a sentence from your book! (If you'd get in trouble for that then just leak a word like "and" but put it under a melodramatic read more) Also, well done for being so close to finishing it! :)

When I woke up the next day, I had to check my call history to convince myself it hadn’t been a dream. 

Hi, everyone! We are entering the final stretch of Read in the Dark. Are you ready? Me neither.

At this point I think I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank all the amazing people who’ve listened to me rant about this fic, given their input and love and support, and kept me awake when I was trying to finish the day’s segment. I have no illusions about being able to remember everyone, but in particular I want to thank goddamnithockey, arrghigiveup, helenorvana, kerilikeshockeyboys, ferritin4, hawkwardly, bergamotandbone, giidas, and northisnotup. Thanks to everyone who’s commented so far, even if it was just to say !!!! or some variation thereof. Every reply means a lot to me. I haven’t cranked out a fic this fast since… well, it’s been a while. Thank you, from the bottom of my angst-shriveled black-and-gold-bleeding heart. <3

And now, to the replies.

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cute-little-queer asked:

Hey! I just finished my Jake English cosplay and I wanted to thank you for being such a huge inspiration for this cosplay and my future ones! Whenever I got frustrated I would think of your cosplays *le bloosh* I love you!

aww thank you so much! this makes me super happy because I know what you mean omg! whenever I had that lack of motivation then I also thought of the people that inspire me and that helps so much! so thank you for sharing this with me! good luck on everything! <3