My Home Office

When Jamie and I bought our house, for the first year we used this small spare room as a storage space. Being that a large portion of my job is able to get done remotely, I had been determined to turn this into a home office.

This has now become my favorite room in our home. I really wanted to create a space where I felt inspired and very me* - and I think I finally achieved that. This rooms gets such great natural daylight all day long too, it’s a happy place to be when I am home alone all day.

*the other day Jamie finally realized how much I had taken over this space and exclaimed “wow, this is not a room for me at all is it?” (…nope.)

We are NOT Soulmates chapter 11, Will’s pov

It’s been a while guys. I’ve been going through some shit. And it was hard, but I’m back. I hope you like the chapter, as I FINALLY FINALLY wrap up this story.

“Don’t you dare let go.” Nico shouted from above me, but below the edge of the cliff. My arm strained from the deep stretch my wrist was going through by holding my body up via Nico’s hand above the nothingness below me.

“Don’t let go.” Nico repeated. I gave a strangled cry as I took in our situation. Hanging off the side of a cliff in broad daylight after shadow traveling away from a guardian that we weren’t ready to face yet. To think we were so close to our goal, so close to going home, and it was taken away like that.

“Nico there are no shadows to travel through!” Nico only gazed down at me with pained eyes. Above us, the sun radiated heat that drove any inkling of darkness far away from the place where we hung. Below us, was a sea of tall trees that crept up the base of the mountain.

“You can’t hold on for much longer.” I told him. As I said this, rocks rolled from Nico’s grasp on the cliff, threatening to take his grip at any moment.

“I know.” Nico snapped. “Just be quiet for a second. I have an idea.” Nico looked around wildly for a second before fixating on something beneath me. He made eye contact with me. He had a wild look in his eyes. A look that said he either found no way out, or an incredibly crazy and dangerous way out.

“Nico.” I warned.

“Beneath us.” Nico panted. Veins popped in his arms, showing the strain he was going through keeping us both momentarily alive.

“Beneath us?”

“Trees. Where there are trees there are shadows.”

“Those trees are only like twenty feet from the ground. We’d die from impact before you could shadow travel us to a safer place.”

“We have to try.” Nico pled.

Nico was beautiful. I don’t know what I was coming to this conclusion at such a moment, but I was. Epiphany waits for no man, as I gazed up at his panicked face. His expressions were as fluid and tranquil as water running over smooth rocks. His skin was pale but necessarily so. Because any small throw of light across his face made every movement more precise and attentive. However, in the blazing sunlight of Hawaii, it illuminated his face to pronounce a brilliant white. Such was framed by his ebony hair as it fell in wild directions around his face from his position hanging from a cliff.

I trusted him. Even if I didn’t want to trust him, my body wanted to let go of his hand, knowing he would save me. Knowing he would come up with some last minute concoction. Such certainties comforted me as I nodded gravely to Nico.

Nico panted for a second, holding eye contact with me before a moment more, and tightening his grip on my hand before letting go of the cliff.

The wind was knocked out of me right away. It was like gravity wrapped around my lungs and squeezed any oxygen right out of my body. As my vision eroded into black, I watched as Nico contoured his body around mine. I was faced upward from the ground, and Nico, wrapped around my torso in a bear hug, was facing the impending trees. Timing it perfectly. I didn’t see the ground get closer. Instead, with my remaining vision, I watched the sky. No matter how long I seemed to fall, the sky didn’t get bigger or smaller. It was the constant I needed in such uncertain times with such certain feelings.

“Will.” A head rested on my chest. Darkness surrounded me but it was a comfort. If I am dead, Nico could come here anytime he wanted. There’s nothing I would take back, besides realizing how much I loved Nico before any of this. I thought of my mother. The cigarettes that would loiter her unconscious body wherever she seemed to pass out, compared to the women who ran a small merchandise boat. Her hair was a beautiful as I remembered it as a child. Her eyes had once again regained their soft light, and her voice spoke to me as if I were precious to her once more.

“Will please!” Nico had such a nice voice. A voice that you wonder who composed it. I always imagined voice boxes to be something that were crafted with love and care. Whomever is in charge of assigning each person a voice, I like to think they sit there and delicately care a small wooden voice box for each person. Whoever had done Nico’s must have considered it their masterpiece. It was a soft, somewhat deep voice that held a consistent tone and never cracked. You could hear emotions in his voice like you can hear the wind in the trees. I thought it was beautiful and was envious at the same time.

“WAKE UP!” a hash slap was delivered to my face and my body sat up with a jolt and the darkness was suddenly gone. I blinked at the brilliant light and my eyes focused on Nico, kneeling in front of me.

“Will.” Nico breathed out a sigh of relief and engulfed me in a hug. I hugged back and took in my surroundings. A boat. We were on my mother’s boat. She gazed at me in worry from my bedside and I smiled at her. She smiled back and brushed the tears out of her eyes with a strangled laugh.

“You shadow traveled us to my Mom’s boat?” I asked. Nico nodded. “It was the safest place I could think of right now.” Nico brought his hands up to my face and kissed me softly. I froze for a moment before grabbing one of his bandaged hands and kissed back. Wait a minute…. bandaged? I pulled back reluctantly and chuckled a little bit when Nico chased after my lips.

“What happened to your hands?” I asked. Nico rolled his eyes.

“You think my hands would escape unharmed after holding your body up from falling from a cliff?” I gently unwrapped Nico’s bandages and looked at the jagged cuts on his hand where the rock from the ledge had dug into the soft flesh of his palm.

“Hands are bleeding. Don’t let go.” Nico gazed up at me.

“What are you talking about?”

“The prophecy! I think one of the lines just came true. Hands are bleeding. Don’t let go. It was talking about you holding us up on the cliff!”

“But I did let go…”

“It didn’t mean don’t let go of the cliff, it meant don’t let go of me.” I corrected Nico.

“I would never let go of you.” Nico deadpanned. I froze, a warm blush creeping up my neck. Nico, finally realizing what he had said, suddenly became a bright red and looked away.

“I mean that-in that situation- if you were on a cliff- and I were also- if A cliff was involved, I mean, Well-”

“I’d never let go of you either. In any sense.” I said placing a soft kiss on Nico’s surprised face. Nico smiled brightly and I heard a voice clear beside us.

“Sorry mom.” I muttered. My mother smiled a sad smile and something felt off about her.

“We need to get you two back up to that forest.” My mother muttered.

“We can’t go back there right now. That guardian, she’s too powerful.” Nico mussed. My mom nodded and got up from her place beside my bed.

“We have to try anyway. I have an idea.” She answered. I had a feeling this idea was a very, very bad idea.

The forest seemed to be more treacherous than the first time Nico and I had traversed through it.

“Don’t touch the trees.” Nico warned as soon as we set foot in the forest.

“Why not?” My mother asked. She seemed confident in her idea that she had a grand scheme that will help us get past the guardian.

“After Will and I left the first time, the forest is in defense mode. These trees will suck the life right out of you.” Nico said in a shaky voice.

We wove our way around the deadly trees. The atmosphere felt thick and mucky like our presence was making the forest sick. The light seemed unable to filter through the treetops, casting an eerie shadow all around us. Which I suppose was good if we needed a quick escape. I just hoped Nico could shadow travel all three of us in time.

“There it is.” Nico whispered. Ahead of us was the clearing where the Myrtle tree sat in all of it’s glory. It shone with godly power, and stalking in front of it was the guardian. No longer was the guardian a small girl who sat peacefully at the base of a tree, but she had morphed into a monster at least ten feet tall, thin as a rail, with long black claws, and skin stretched taut over jagged bones. A bald head sat atop the monster’s body with large gray eyes, and jagged teeth that didn’t quite fit in the guardians mouth. It clawed around the immortal tree with viciousness. Constantly on the lookout for any other demigods who were feeling brave that day.

“What do we do?” Nico asked.

“Aphrodite came to me while you boys were in the forest the first time.” My mother said softly. Nico and I both looked at her in shock.

“She said, the guardian can only be beaten with hunger. We have to feed it.” My mother muttered again.

“Well, what does it eat?” Nico whispered. My mother turned to me and smiled.

“Will. I’m so happy that I got to meet you once more. You’ve grown into such a fine young man. I can never express how much I regret letting you go all those years ago. My wish for you is that you never look back. And never live in the past. Nico.” My mother turned to Nico. “Take care of him.”

“Wait!” I muttered. “Why are you saying this right now? Save it for after the mission is complete okay?” My mother smiled and placed a soft, final kiss on my forehead before moving away from us suddenly and out into the opening of the field.

The creature saw her instantly and clambered toward her in a terrifying mass of limbs and teeth.

“Mom!” I screamed. Nico held me back, and I noticed tears were building in his eyes the same way they now streamed down mine. Nico manipulated the shadows to hold me down.

“Stay safe.” Nico whispered to me, and drew his sword while following my mother into the field. Nico halted at the edge of the forest as the creature loomed over my mother. The creature raised a large, black claw and my mother glanced back at me.

“DON’T! DON’T TOUCH HER!” I screamed. My mother smiled and said something into the wind, but no voice reached my ears.

In the middle of the forest filled with both life and death, my mothers blood soaked the ground.

Sorry not sorry

Second member of Team blue: Eloise.

Little cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. Is the “mom” of the team and plays a supportive role, preventing the squids from the other team to get to their base and constistently re-inking the ground, as well as helping her teammates if they’re in need.

She uses the normal Dual- Squelcher.

i hate my roommate so much im here minding my own business and its like nice and bright and sunny out and since its like daylight hours its nice to use the sun as light to save electricity and so i have the blinds open and like im here chillin listenin to music messaging ppl, letting my movie buffer, and this thot taps me on the shoulder and is like ‘umm its so bright i wanna close the blinds” and the thing is the thing that controls the blinds is on my side of the room so like this bitch just tells me she wants to close the blinds and before i could answer she INVADES my side of the room, reaches over my bed and attempts to close the blinds and im like “lol, nah, its none of that” and shes like “but its so bright can i just do it while im eating” im like, “your back is literally turned away from the window….” and shes like “so no?” im like “lmao yeah no, what you thought this was” and shes like so shocked and im like lmao im not gonna let yall get what you want anymore esp bc you assumed i would


The Antonio Vilas Boas abduction:

You may need to get out your tin foil hats for this one.
It was October the 16th, 1957.

23 year old successful landowner and farmer Antonio Vilas Boas was working his fields, as he usually did at night to avoid the heat that came with the Brazilian daylight hours.He looked up to the sky and noticed what he’d later describe as a “red star” with rays of light exploding from it. According to Vilas Boas the star grew in size as it quickly approached him and he began to make out the details of the elongated oval shaped craft, which he later claimed to have red lights and some kind of cupola rotating on top of it.It landed in the field on three legs that extended from it as it neared landing.

Boas ran to his tractor and attempted to flee the scene, but to his despair the vehicles engine had shut down and he was forced to continue his escape on foot. He was apprehended by a being that stood around 5 foot, had small blue eyes and was dressed in grey unevenly striped overalls and a helmet. It communicated in barks and yelps of various canine like pitches and was joined by others. Together the group managed to drag Antonio to their craft, where he was stripped naked and smothered with a gel that he couldn’t identify.There were red symbols marking the interior of the craft, which he would be able to remember and reproduce later during the investigation of his case.

The beings took blood samples before leaving him alone for around what felt like, to him, 30 minutes. Suddenly a nausea inducing gas was released into the room, followed by the entrance of a naked female being with long white hair and large blue slanted eyes. She also made the same dog like noises as the others.The two had intercourse, and after the encounter the female rubbed her stomach, smiled, and pointed to the sky.

He was given his clothes and lead on a tour of the craft. Antonio felt he needed proof of his encounter, but unfortunately his attempts to take a souvenir were infiltrated by the beings.Eventually he was released and watched as the illuminated craft took off.

When he finally made it back home, he realized that hours had passed.
Later Boas would complain of several symptoms, including irritations, lesions, bruises, sleeplessness, lack of appetite, nervousness, anxiety, burning eyes and aches.After a medical examination of his body, high levels of radiation were found.The skin around the area that the aliens had taken his blood sample was thinner and pigment less. He also had hardened pores that secreted yellow pus like discharge.

Unlike the famous Betty and Barney Hill case that was to follow, Boas remembered his experience with complete clarity, and did not need hypnosis to recall the happenings.

And the new setup in daylight, so you can actually see things!

I have a bulletin board coming tomorrow, and it’ll go on the wall to the left so my Joy Cometh timeline and map (yes) don’t have to be taped to the wall anymore, and so things like my W2 and an expense check I am perpetually forgetting to deposit can get off my desk without getting lost.

anonymous asked:

Hi Jen, could you do a Drabble on izzy and Harry in bed during the early hours of the morning/late hours of the night with them just having an intimate/in depth convo. Just somthing that you'd only be able to talk about with your other half. Like literally anything thanks - love your books by the way x

Izzy and Harry - DAYLIGHT (An Adore Drabble)

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Not a runaway.

When I think of you,
I see white tennis shoes
caked in dirt
and ciggarette smoke
in the shape of disappearing O’s.

It may have only been three years,
but I swear I’ve known you forever.
I wasn’t sure you’d make it through
that first twelve months.

With shattered ribs,
and hands around your throat.
You were made of steel
and you’re only just begginging to rust.

You were my only close friend,
the only one that understood what
a broken home looked like
in broad daylight.

When I think of you I see
an out of tune Les Paul,
and everytime I’ve seen
you with a black eye.

The tightrope you were walking
only kept getting thinner over the years.
I always promised to catch you,
even when I was falling with you.

I only saw you keep sinking,
lighting those damn cigarrettes underwater.
I didn’t know how you managed to keep breathing
even when your lungs were long gone.

Thursday night came, and
you didn’t have to be bleeding.
I knew. 6pm with a broken sillouhette,
even your shadow was crying.

But now when I think of you, I’ll see
someone who just ranout of breath.
A soldier who had only just been preparing
for the real fight.

iamtherunningwolf asked:

For the ask about taking photos of traditional art, try to take a photo with natural daylight (cloudy sky if possible), and then if you have a computer, edit the photo to be more like the real thing. Otherwise the best thing is to get a scanner.



Feisty kestrel’s overnight stay!

Two days ago we admitted a kestrel which had flown into a window. The bird was pretty stunned from the collision and so it was easy for him to be contained, but in the short drive to the centre, in a dark and warm box, the bird started to recover nicely! When the vet examined him briefly it was obvious there was very little wrong with him so we wanted to release him back as soon as possible. Raptors are only active during daylight hours, so this bird had an overnight stay with us, and was released the following morning. 

Big thank you to Jamie who rescued and released this feisty bird!