.reminder that this is happening tomorrow

Tomorrow I am actually going to set an alarm and get up earlier in order to sort out my eating. I will not keep pushing meals and snacks later and later in the day out of fear and I will not deny my body the food that is needs. Waking up earlier and eating breakfast will not make me ‘lose control’; nothing bad will happen. I am not an ‘exception’ to the ‘rules’ of recovery/life; I need to treat myself like I would any other person. It’s time to stop talking and start acting. Nothing will ever change if my actions do not follow the words. Tomorrow I will keep my distractions close, and I will keep reminding myself of why I need to do this NOW; not ‘tomorrow’ or ‘next week’ or ‘next month’. There really is no such thing as the ‘perfect’ time to change; anorexia will never want me to recover, it will never want to let me go; the only time is NOW. I need to do this.

important reminder about voting tomorrow

If you are standing in a line when polls close, they are legally required to still let you vote. Do not believe anyone who says that voting has been extended to Wednesday; this does not happen.

Be safe, be smart, and if you see any attempts to block citizens from casting a ballot, be it intimidation, the requesting of specific pieces of ID (such as insisting you need a passport over others), or anything else, contact the Election Protection Hotline (866-OUR-VOTE), the Department of Justice Voting Rights Hotline (800-253-3931), or any local officials such as your county clerk, elections commissioner, elections supervisor, or your state board of elections.

as we prepare for tomorrow, just a gentle reminder that this first episode is one in a three-episode arc and you can’t take it at face value; everything that happens in TST is a set up for TLD and, ultimately, for the finale in TFP - don’t panic after any major events of TST, because it is the beginning of a conflict that will ultimately come to a resolution !!

I just can’t seem to get you out of my head and it’s driving me crazy. Letting go of you is harder than I thought it would be. All these memories keep popping up in my head; over and over again. Everything just seems to remind me of you. It’s exhausting, but eventually I’ll get over you. Maybe not tomorrow, but I’m sure it will happen one day.
—  L.N.
December 23rd

One Gift

Summary | Dec 13th | Dec 14th | Dec 15th | Dec 16th | Dec 17th | Dec 18th | Dec 19th | Dec 20th | Dec 21st | Dec 22nd | Dec 23rd | Dec 24th


5 years ago:

Rowan watched from the kitchen counter as Aelin ran around the house like a headless chicken.

Of course she left everything to last minute. Rowan reminded her the night before that she should pack, so this wouldn’t happen. But she didn’t listen. Which didn’t surprise him one bit honestly.

They were suppose to leave the house twenty minutes ago. They were headed to Aelin’s father’s house for the night. And for Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow. Then they were heading back home tomorrow night, and having Christmas day dinner at their house with all their friends.

Rowan sighed when he saw Aelin coming out of the hallway with a giant suitcase behind her. It was a good thing they were only going for a night, seen that Aelin packed for a week.

Rowan pushed himself off the counter and grabbed his duffle bag - he actually only packed for a night - when Aelin stopped.

“Wait. I forgot her Christmas sweater.”

“She’s a dog, Aelin.” Rowan didn’t know why he even spoke, because Aelin was already making her way back to their room.

Fleetfoot had been staying with Aelin’s father for the past month, while they were moving and settling in. They were bringing her back home tomorrow, and Rowan had never seen Aelin so excited about something in his life.

But it made him smile as his heart jumped. Aelin’s love for her dog was just another thing Rowan loved about her. And for the 10th time that morning, the box in Rowan’s pocket felt like it weighed a ton.

It was something that had been on his mind for months now. Back right before the move, Rowan knew it was time. After talking with Lysandra and Aedion, and asking Aelin’s father, Rowan was going to do it.

He was going to ask Aelin to marry him.

Aelin came running down the hallway and into the living room once again. She opened her suitcase and put Fleetfoots Christmas sweater inside, before running into the spare bedroom to make sure they had all the gifts.

Rowan had planned to ask her tomorrow, on Christmas Eve. But watching Aelin run around the house, something inside him clicked. He didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. He’d been waiting all month. He didn’t want to do it in front of others. He wanted it to be just them. Just the two of them.

“Why are you staring at the Christmas tree?”

Rowan spun around and found Aelin watching him with an amused look. Rowan was so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even realize he wandered over to stand in front of the tree.

“Come here,” Rowan said. “I want to give you your Christmas gift.”

Aelin’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought we agreed no gifts.”

“We both knew them moment we agreed to that, we wouldn’t listen.” Rowan chuckled before holding out his hand. “Come here.”

Aelin walked towards Rowan, taking hold of his hand.

“I thought we’d save our gifts for Christmas morning.” Aelin said as she stopped in front of him.

“You’re allowed to open one gift before Christmas.”

“Yeah. On Christmas Eve.”

Rowan simply chuckled. He let go of Aelin’s hands before reaching into his pocket. He heard Aelin’s breath hitch when she saw the small box.

Rowan looked into those beautiful turquoise-gold eyes. They were wide as she stared back. She tracked his every movement as he slowly got down on one knee, the smallest gasp leaving her lips.


“Aelin,” Rowan looked up at her, the smallest smile on his lips as he spoke. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. From the moment you walked into my life and started to annoy the hell out of me right away. I claimed you then, and I still claim you now.” Rowan watched as Aelin’s eyes became glossy, the smile never leaving neither of their lips. “Will you marry me, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius?”

“Yes,” Aelin breathed before a laugh left her lips. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Rowan didn’t think it was possible to smile as big as he was. He placed the ring onto Aelin’s finger before standing up. His smile was mirrored onto her own lips as she grabbed his face, pulling him in.

“I love you.” She breathed after a moment, when they pulled back. “I love you.

Rowan chuckled. “I sure hope you do, fiancé.”

Aelin threw her head back and laughed. She looked down at the ring for a moment before back up at Rowan. And that look on her face, Rowan wanted – he needed­ – to capture that look forever.

“Wait here.” Rowan walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed his phone, before making his way back to Aelin. “I need to document this day. The day Aelin Galathynius agreed to marry me.”

Aelin laughed. “Buzzard.”

Rowan rolled his eyes as Aelin smiled up at him. He opened the camera app on his phone as Aelin grabbed his face once again. She brought her lips to his as Rowan took the picture. The diamond ring shinning in the camera light.

Without breaking the kiss, Rowan placed his phone in his back pocket. He pulled Aelin closer, deepening the kiss.

“We’re going to be late you know.” Aelin mumbled into his lips before pulling Rowans shirt over his head.

Rowan chuckled, bringing his lips back to Aelin’s. To his fiancé’s.

“We’re already late.”


“I’ll Be Home” - coming tomorrow, December 24th

Just a reminder for everyone, I am sure tomorrow you will all be twitting to Cory and Robin and talking about it in general. But please do NOT say anything mean, threatening, or hurtful to Chelsea Spack. We don’t know what will be the plot around Isabella. She could be an innocent person (I doubt it) or she could be the Red Queen or a clone of Kristen sent in by someone else. Don’t go to her saying ‘You are ruining Nygmobblepot’ everyone in the cast loves her, and you don’t want to make them upset by attacking her. Instead send love to her, play around with her if you’d like. But don’t you dare be mean to her. Instead of sending hate, be positive and say how much you love this show and where it is going. It is perfectly fine saying you support Oswald and Edward, with all the butthurt fanboys out there it is good they know we love what they are doing. But being mean to her isn’t helping anything. Let’s be a friendly fandom.

Revelation (Hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N: Hey, my babies. Mama is home!! I just want to thank you all once again (WE HIT 1K) and remind y’all of the AskHam happening tomorrow. You can hit my inbox up with asks starting tonight and I’ll get started tomorrow (or tonight if I get too excited to wait). I have been working on this request for the LONGEST TIME…I am excited to share it. I do think it could be better but…here it is anyway! Let me know what you think?

Warning(s): Cursing; A bit of sauciness; A bit of Google translated French

WC: 2265+

Relevant Fact: The Alvin Ailey School of Dance (located in New York) was founded by choreogrpaher Alvin Ailey in 1969 and their dance numbers are heavily influenced by African-American spirituals, sermons and gospel. 

Links: These videos were used as inspiration and are not mine: Fix Me Jesus and Needed Me

I stand in the wings of the stage, my nerves all over the place. It’s almost time for my duet with Tony and I am about to panic. It’s the first part of the show, “Pilgrim of Sorrow”, and Tony and I are doing the “Fix Me Jesus” portion of the song. I don’t doubt that he and I can successfully execute this duet with minimal error, we’ve been practicing for weeks. I’m just afraid of what my boys will think.

This is their first time seeing me dance. They know that I do dance heavily influenced by African-American spirituals, sermons, gospel and things of that nature, but they don’t know what all of that exactly entails. Besides…I didn’t exactly tell them that I was doing a duet. Knowing them, this may not end well.

The song before ours ends and the stage goes black, giving us just enough time to get into position. The lights go up and the song begins. Luckily, the house is dark so I can’t see into the audience. My mind goes completely blank and I focus on Tony and I’s movements.

The dance itself is slow. Not in a sensual way, but in a way that is technical but graceful. Our bodies seem to depend on each other for each movement we make. The dance is an act of teamwork so there has to be some level of chemistry and comfort. For the message of this song to resonate, it must be as if we are one. The different moves we make carry an emotion that we have to focus to get across.

When it gets to the part I am sure the boys will hate, I don’t hesitate in executing it fully. When Tony hinges backward I do the same and he walks backward on his hands, guiding me into a sitting position. I reach upward, as if trying to grasp at something, then Tony pushes me upward. My right leg is on relevé and the left is extended upward.

Tony spins me around slowly until I am facing him and he lays back, suspending me in the air with his arms still on my waist and his legs holding mine up. I contract into him twice before rising up and kicking backward. After that, the rest of the song goes by fairly quickly for me, as does the rest of the show, and the next thing I know I am being shoved into a yellow dress and hat for the last three numbers.

We breeze through them and the final bows are taken. When the curtains close we all file off the stage and pack for home. We congratulate each other and tease each other and say farewell until practice next week. Upon exiting the backstage area and entering the lobby, a few people linger to ask for autographs.

One woman in particular says–

“Oh! The chemistry was visible, honey! I loved it! Is there anything going on between you and that young man,” she gushes. “I could swear there is! So much chemistry! I loved it, I really did.”

I smile at her kindly and sign her program. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show, ma’am. That means so much.”

She gives me a quick hug before running over to Keiley, the umbrella bearer for “Wade in the Water” and talking her ear off. I send her a small smile and shrug when she looks over to me with wide eyes. When I turn around, my boys are standing there. I give them a tired smile.

“Hey, guys. You ready to–”

I am cut off by Tony jumping on my back.

“I know good and damn well you weren’t leaving without telling me bye were you?”

I shove him off of me, chuckling. “Piss off, Tony. I see you every day. But hey, let me introduce you.”

He throws an arm over my shoulder as I introduce him to my boys.

“This Hercules, John, Alex, and Lafayette,” I say, smiling. “They’re my boyfriends.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Tony says, stretching his hand out. However, the boys just stare at him menacingly. Silent hostility rolls off of them in waves. Tony awkwardly places his hand at his side. “Tough crowd.”

I frown. “Yeah…well, you better get back to Sasha,” I say, pulling him into a hug. “See you next week.”

“Sure thing, sugar,” He says, hugging me back quickly before skipping off.

I turn back to the boys, my face turned up in confusion and annoyance.

“What’s with you guys? That was so rude,” I say, placing a hand on my hip. “Tony is a cool guy.”

“Let’s go,” Alexander grits out, taking my dance bag. I scowl, taking the bag back.

“What the hell is up with you,” I say. I glance at the boys. Their faces are stone cold. “What the hell is up with all of you?”

“Let’s go,” Alex says sharply, snatching the bag from me. He turns on his heel and exits the building, then John takes the other bag and follows him. Hercules and Lafayette escort me out of the dance hall behind them. I am placed in the backseat between Herc and Laf as John and Alex put my things away. When everyone is in the car, I immediately start trying to defuse the situation.


“Save it,” John snaps. I roll my eyes, crossing my arms.

“You guys are being childish.”

“Childish? No,” Alex says, starting the car and peeling out of the parking lot. “We’re pissed, sweetheart. Fucking pissed.”

“Over what? I come off of the stage after a performance and you guys don’t even tell me if it was good or not. You just snap at me. If anyone should be pissed, it’s me,” I retort.

“How would you feel if some girl were all me at one of my shows,” Lafayette snaps. “And then sauntered up right in front of you after the show and was all over me then too?”

“So you guys are jealous. Oh my fucking–”

“Why would we be jealous? Just because some attractive guy was all over our girlfriend? Nah, we aren’t jealous,” John says sarcastically.

“Oh my God, guys! Come on. It isn’t that big of a deal! It was just a duet.”

“So why didn’t you tell that woman that there was nothing going on? When she asked, why didn’t you tell her that it was ‘just a duet’,” Hercules asks. His voice is low and steady. He is fucking livid.

“I don’t have to answer to some woman I barely know. Besides, if you were paying attention, the woman was talking a mile a minute.”

“No excuse. You should’ve said something! We came out to support you tonight, not to see you cuddled up with some dancer dude,” Alex nearly shouts.

“Don’t you dare fucking yell at me, Alexander Hamilton. I did nothing wrong,” I say, my anger rising. “It’s you all flying off of the handle over nothing. If you would let me explain–”

“Ne pas. There is no need,” Laf cuts in. “We know what we know.”


“Leave it alone,” Herc says sternly. “You’ve done enough.”

I look up to him in disbelief. If anyone were to be on my side, I thought it would be Hercules. I glare at him before staring down at my lap in anger.

The rest of the car ride is silent.

When we get home, the boys file into the house with me behind them. Once inside, however, I storm past them and head for my room. Alexander grabs my arm.

“Where are you going? We need to talk.”

I snatch my arm from him. “Don’t grab me like that, Alexander. Besides, now you wanna hear what I have to say?”

“Yes,” Laf chimes in. “We want to know what’s going on with you and the danseur. Vous deux avez la chimie. Why is that?”

“It doesn’t matter why we have chemistry. What matters is that you guys don’t trust me,” I snap. “I tried to tell you what was up in the car but you weren’t hearing it. I’m done.”

“Baby, please,” John says, his voice seeimgly calm.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. I wasn’t your baby when you were talking at me in the car now was I,” I say, crossing my arms. “All I wanted was for you all to see me do what I do and be proud!”

Each of them hung their heads, hopefully feeling properly chastised. I sigh.

“Don’t worry about coming to the next show,” I say, turning around and exiting the room.

When I wake up the next day, it’s to the sound of our house bumping with music.

“What the hell,” I mutter as I slip on some pants and a bra and pad into the living room. I nearly die when I see the boys dancing to “Pon De Replay” with none other than Tony leading them through a simple routine. I shake my head, chuckling at the sight before me.

Hercules notices me first and grins, pausing the music.

“Why the fuck did you pause the music in my rehearsal, Mr. Mulligan,” Tony says, turning around. Noticing me, he smiles. “Oh, hey, girl. What’s good?”

“You tell me,” I say with a small smile. “What is this, guys?”

John steps forward. “Well…we felt bad about last night…,” He starts.

“So we got a hold of Tony and asked him to teach us some moves to make it up to you,” Lafayette finishes.

“We’re really sorry, baby,” Hercules adds.

“Really. We were acting like jackasses last night,” Alex says. “Mostly me.”

“I see…well. Make it up to me. Show me what you’ve got boys,” I say, taking a seat on the couch. Tony switches the song to “Can We Dance”.

I’m not sure what I was expecting but their routine is absolutely wonderful! The moves aren’t complicated but they are certainly more advanced than I would’ve thought they could handle. Tony taught them well! During one part of the song, the boys got a chance to showcase their own moves. It was clear that John was the most comfortable up there dancing but the others were great as well.

By the end of their mini-performance, I was grinning from ear to ear.

“So,” Alex says breathlessly. “What did you think?”

I look between each of the boys, watching their nerves build as I form my next words.

“I loved it,” I squeal. “Oh my gosh! It was so freaking cute!”

“Hold on, cute? My choreography was cute? I know not,” Tony complains, giving me bitch face.

“Lose the ‘tude, peasant,” I say, standing. “Yeah, it was cute.”

Tony purses his lips. “‘Ight. Since my shit was cute, why don’t you show your boys something hot?”

“Sit down, boys,” I say, glaring playfully at Tony.

They scramble to the couch. Tony smirks, changing the song.  “Needed Me” starts blaring through the speakers. I smirk back, turning to my boys as I start the number. I won’t lie, I did way more than what Tony taught in class a while back. But what can I say? I wanted to make them squirm in their seats.

Let’s just say that by the end of the song, the boys were in a rush to get Tony out of the front door.

“I am going! I’m going damn! I get all of you laid and fix your relationship and this is the thanks I get,” Tony shouts as he’s shoved to the door. “Oh my! Herc you’ve got quite the p–”

John slams the door in his face before he can finish that sentence.

“Well. I’m gonna go shower,” I say walking away.

“Oh no, Princess. You’re not going anywhere,” Hercules says, stalking towards me. The others follow suit, their eyes lustful. My eyes widen and I take off down the hallway.

“Get her!”

I turn the corner, hoping to make it to the bathroom before–


“Aw man,” I whine, as John drags me back into the living room. He flops me on the couch and my boys gather in front of it, looking down at me.

“Tell us where you learned to dance like that, kitten,” Alex says.

My eyes flit between the four of them, not sure if I should answer or not.

“Speak up, babygirl,” John says. “He asked a question. We know you didn’t learn that at Alvin Ailey.”

I bite my lip. “Tony taught me the routine,” I say quietly. Laf looks confused.


“Yeah…he and his boyfriend, Sasha, choreograph almost all of our hip hop routines. I do some and Keiley does some. We have another dance team outside of Ailey.”

“Hold on, Princess, you mean to tell me that Tony was gay this entire time?”

“I knew he was checking me out,” John exclaims. I laugh.

“Oh yeah, Tony is hella gay. I was the first person he came out to.  That’s why we’re so close.”

“Ohh,” They all say, their eyes widening with realization. They murmur amongst themselves about the turn of events and I try to slip away quietly. I almost make it around the corner but alas, the universe is against me today.

“Not so fast, little girl,” Laf says, pulling me to the middle of the floor before returning to the couch. Hercules flips on the stereo and takes a seat by Alex. John saunters over to me, a smirk playing at his lips.  

“Let’s give them another show, babygirl. Dance with me,” he whispers.

Hourly Comic Day is tomorrow!

Hey guys! Quick reminder from your friend Eggy mod that Hourly Comic day is tomorrow!

Hourly Comics Day was created by cartoonist John Campbell to challenge people to create a comic every hour that they’re awake on February 1st. 

It’s a great, fun challenge that invites artists to look at the little things happening to them each day. 

We hope you’ll give it a shot! It always a blast! <3

Had dinner with my friend who’s halfway through a read through last night and she said, “HBP is my favorite because I love anything about Snape.” And she talked about how much the books emphasize Snape’s hatred for Harry so much more than the movies, then mentioned his emotional outburst at the end of PoA. And she said all of this without any derision, just calm analysis of his characterization.


And it reminded me, as these conversations often do, that fans and fandom are very different. Fans can see the darkness in Snape’s character and still love him for how complex he is. They don’t feel the need to qualify his negative attributes because they understand that the books have already done that.

i hold onto the grief when i think of it,
of the way things blowed and i did not stood like a man.
not the best one, but is a reminder:
yes, it happened; and yes, it was real.
it was all there, you were here.
and i was there, too. i did this, i did.
even if the only that remain is pain,
i’ll take it happily.
because when all is done and said,
you’ll walk away and it will kill me a little,
every day, it will kill me inside slowly and sure.
at the end it will all come to the same thing:
you, with the poem of your lips,
the galaxies in your eyes,
and the answers in your hands.
it will be you tomorrow,
as it is you today.
it’s still you,
yes, it’s still you.
—  winter plea. // jackie on my mind. nc.
I don't think I'm gonna do any of my lesson plans tomorrow

I think we’ll sit around for a looooong time and talk about our feelings. Which is learning. It may not be CCSS aligned, but it is what it is. Maybe speaking and listening standards.

Weirdly, it reminds me of when I was supposed to have a quiz in first period French on 9/11. My teacher kept crossing out sections, then finally threw it in the trash when the towers collapsed. Not sure why he still thought we could possibly get anything done when we all came to school knowing that there was something terrible happening.

you are living on
borrowed time, and you wonder
which day it’s going to be:
today, tomorrow, next week.
next month.
next year.

you wonder how it will happen.
will it be a bullet? a knife?
will it be fast or slow?
you hope fast, but that nasty little
voice inside your head reminds you of
what you have done, so
maybe you deserve slow.

steve would say otherwise.
and steve.
right now he is asleep. untroubled
while you lay beside him worrying.
what else is new? all steve ever wanted
was you, and now you are here.
broken, you remind him.
and he says he doesn’t care.
and you don’t say it, but every time
you fall just a little more in love with him.

you brush his hair off his forehead and
he stirs. sighs. drawing the blankets
up around him.
in your chest your heart squeezes.

time touches you both differently.
you age, but it’s slow, creeping.
and it’s still borrowed, the second hand
ticking away.

when you look at steve like this,
vulnerable; slack rosy mouth and
the unlined forehead of unconsciousness,
you stop wondering how much time
you have left,
and you start cherishing what you have.
—  adjustments to civilian life: snapshots of bucky barnes
Into It II

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Suho

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Potential triggers include: PTSD, harassment. 

Word Count: 3,670

Summary:  Suho is the mysterious new kid on campus. No one knows much about him, except that he seems to have a certain attraction to you.

Originally posted by daenso

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“Honey I don’t think it’s up to you.”

“Maybe not, mom, but you are acting as if Dad’s entire marriage to Dina didn’t happen, and it did. Unless Dad signs those papers that I brought and files them tomorrow, he’ll still be married to Dina. And this baby happened. And you might not like it, but he is completely innocent in all of this, his mother is a mess, and he doesn’t deserve to be shunned by everyone who should treat him with love and care.”

“Cassandra has a point, dear.”

“I don’t want him here, a constant reminder of that woman, I just want us to move on, Mortimer!”

Cassandra shook her head. “Life doesn’t always turn out the way you want to.”

She left and walked upstairs with the baby, and Mortimer followed her, eager to hold his new son.


Even Stefan needed to remind himself of his own advice from time to time.

Stefan: Anyway, Nonno Fabio went on a rampage looking for me, but I was up in my room. Your mom was hiding in my closet and luckily the curtains were covering the makeshift escape rope I made in case anything happened.

Corey: That didn’t happen!

Stefan: It did! Ask your Mom!

Corey: I can’t believe you would sneak Mom into his house!

Stefan: Love’s a funny thing, Bud.

August: We should so go jogging tomorrow morning!

Stefan: Sure, what time? 10? 11?

August: Four.

Stefan: A.M.?!

August: Yeah!

Stefan: Don’t make me laugh.

Little reminders:
  • You are worth recovery. Fight for it.
  • Recovery is an ongoing process, it won’t happen overnight.
  • Just because you decide to recover once doesn’t mean that you will. You have to remake that choice again and again, every single day.
  • Relapses will happen, but that’s okay.
  • When you do relapse, pick yourself back up, brush yourself off, and try again. Tomorrow is another day.
  • You are worth more than what you’re going through.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask for help, you don’t have to do this on your own.
  • Reach out to others.
  • Don’t ever give up. 
  • Fight like hell.
Good luck today, my cuties! Try not to die. lol <3

I’m from Costa Rica so… I can really watch it until monday (saaad), but enjoy this, gurls! CARYL IS SO HAPPENING TODAY (tomorrow for me lol)! 

Also a friendly reminder for some people: Having sex is not necesary to show love, dear haters!!! <3 <3 

LOTS OF LOVE, Carylers!!!