Lost-My-Brain

Overheard things at my highschool as hogwarts houses.

gryffindor : mess with the roadhouse you get the roundhouse 

hufflepuf : i’d sell my soul for a cookie

slytherin : stop raping me with your eyes, thank you very much.

ravenclaw : i think i lost all my brain cells just breathing the same air as you

Weight Loss, Update, and Measurements!

Hey peoples! Wickedly Healthy here, coming at you for an update on my weight loss journey. Hope you’re all having a great Sunday! Hope all is good in your world and that you’re taking it easy. My Sunday is going to be very lazy aside from going to the gym later on today. It’s most likely going to be a repeat of my yesterday. I’ll be sitting on my butt playing video games for most of the night. (Yes, I’m that kind of girl. Lazy as f-) 

I lost two pounds from last weigh in so now I am at 244! My original goal was to be at 242 around this time, but since it’s only a two pound difference I’m not letting it bother me. I know there were days where I could have worked harder and I could have eaten better, but I also gotta live life, plus I was sick for a good week. (excuses, excuses) 

I took my measurements today…. Here are my measurements from the beginning till now. 

From starting Date, Jan 15th., Feb 18th., to Today March 19th.

Measurements in inches

Jan 15th

  • Waist- 47″
  • L Thigh- 29″
  • R Thigh- 28″
  • Bust- 48″
  • Hips- 49″
  • Butt- 49″
  • R Arm- 14 1/2″
  • L Arm- 16″

Feb 18th

  • Waist- 42.5″           (-4 1/2″)
  • L Thigh- 28″           (-1″)
  • R Thigh- 28″          (-0″)
  • Bust- 45″                (-3″)
  • Hips- 47″                (-2″)
  • Butt- 47.5″             (-1 1/2″)
  • R Arm- 14.25″       (-1/4″)
  • L Arm- 14.75″       (-1 1/4″)

March 19th

  • Waist- 41.5″             (-1″)
  • L Thigh- 27.5″         (-1/2″)
  • R Thigh- 27.5″        (-1/2″)
  • Bust- 45″                 (-0″)
  • Hips- 46″                 (-1″)
  • Butt- 47″                  (-1/2″)
  • R Arm- 14″              (-1/4″)
  • L Arm- 14.25″         (-1/4″)      = -3 3/4″

Total Inches Lost!

= 17 ¼ inches!!

I am absolutely thrilled to have see these numbers today, I mean 17.25 inches!!?? Lost. That boggles my brain. I know I will be losing a lot more, but I look forward to being astonished each and every time I add it all up. Inches matter. 

Total pounds lost from Jan 15th to now = 14lbs.

2

“I guess I should go after Ray before he starts telling everyone I spent the night…” You said quickly as you shimmied your jeans over your hips.

“He could have knocked.” Leonard replied, shifting himself to the edge of the bed so he could drape his bare legs over the end and look to you with a flirty smirk.

You shrugged. “At least he didn’t show up ten minutes earlier.”

“You mean when I was doing that one thing you liked so much?”

Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward and placed your hands on his shoulders before bending down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

Peachy.” Leonard responded, his gaze lingering as you pulled away and started for the door.

(X) (~♫♪~)

Request: I had to send this before my brain lost it but can you do an imagine where you are caught in bed with Leonard. You make it as innocent or risqué as you want. Kisses to you darling! You are awesome!!!

Personal Space

It’s past lunch and John is scheming again. He is smart about it, too. Took me until now to recognise the pattern

While Sherlock was finishing up his studies on the human head, John shimmied past him to get to the sink, instead of walking around the other side.

When Sherlock pointed out an interesting email, John seemed to be leaning in just a tad more than I’ve seen him do before.

I don’t know if I’m just imagining it, but now that I’ve started, I can’t stop noticing it.

It’s as if overnight a couple of centimetres of his personal space just got lost somewhere and he can’t be bothered to find them again.

Please don’t let it be me seeing things. I really can’t afford to lose my mind after I already lost my brain.

the-memoirs-of-a  asked:

My dearest lost, I've been racking my brains on how this will end. I hope Levi faces Zeke, not Colt, and they actually get to talk. Maybe watching a sunrise on a cliff talking about both being on borrowed time before the final "let's do this". I wonder if seeing the next generation, Colt, would have any impact on Levi's action even if a slight hesitation. As for Armin, I think his plot armor is figuring out the way to break the shifter cycle. Does this mean one person with all nine powers? Ugh.

Hey hun, I like your thinking.  I’d be happy if things played out like this.  If Levi does get to fight the Beast Titan I really don’t think it will be a straightforward fight, things are too loaded on both sides now.  If he does fight the Beast Titan, like you, I hope it will be Zeke not Colt.  It would seem almost meaningless for Levi to fight Colt when it was Zeke who killed Erwin.  But if Zeke dies before Levi can fulfil his promise, what then? Given SnK’s theme of unfulfilled dreams I wonder if Levi will get to fulfil his promise at all.  That would be too cruel. 

I watched Rings the other night and right after a scene where the cursed tape was played I felt my phone vibrating and my brain lost all common sense and began to panic like OH GOD THIS IS IT, SHE’S COMING FOR ME IN 7 DAYS WHY DID I WATCH THIS FUCKING MOVIE WHYYYYYYY

It turns out my husband had waited for the exact moment when the tape ended to sneakily dial my phone when I wasn’t looking so that he could scare me. 

I lost my brain

A little over a month ago my journal with all my rough drafts of new articles for snake care got lost. I call it my brain.


I am so fucking sad because I still haven’t been able to find it.

I’m ready to turn those into articles but I don’t want to restart :’(

anonymous asked:

Dear Caretaker, I feel ridiculously lost lately. My brain screams for home even though I'm in the same place I've always been, nights are spent rolling back and forth sleeplessly until I'm fetched to leave to work, and everyday I can feel the exhaustion weigh heavier on my shoulders. Is there anything you can say about all this? I offer three dogs curled around me at the moment, the sound of the ac in the other room, and multiple unfinished art pieces.

YOU HAVE CLINICAL DEPRESSION

©sedasarp Saving people, hunting things, the family business ✡ Hope things won’t go down in this city because a Winchester always means trouble 😶
Was lovely meeting such a nice, down to earth person though @jaredpadalecki 😊💕 #Supernatural #InnerGeekIsHappilyDancing #SamWinchester

©chosstravel Another day, another celebrity. Jared Padalecki strolling the streets of Brisbane!!!!

©morganjane_96 Was lucky enough to run into this lovely and talented man in Brisbane CBD today! Thanks for taking the time to take a photo with me even though I had word vomit. 💕💕💕 @jaredpadalecki  #jaredpadalecki #samwinchester #supernatural #love #fangirl #brisbane

©@be_amiused  Amazing meeting you @jarpad! I wanted to ask if you were lost, but my brain went to mush and all I could manage was “Hi!”  Love your work!

More Than An Act--Imagine #12

Anonymous said: Hey, could u do a crush imagine where you auditioned for the school play and you got the leading girl role and your crush got the leading male role? And then he talks to you about it as he takes you home? (Bc youre both good friends)

A/N: Well… I don’t know what to say about how this one turned out…I tried. I’m sorry I’ve been slacking so much with requests and posting. Been dealing with some shit, but I promise I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. Keep dreaming!~Logan


“So! Gabriella just found Troy hiding behind a cart while the auditions are going on. You may begin when you’re both ready,” my acting teacher commanded, her eyes shining with excitement. 

I looked out over the chairs that faced the stage I was standing on. C/n stood farther downstage than me. The play we were auditioning for was High School Musical, and it was the scene where Gabriella had just found Troy watching the auditions take place. Nerves wracked my body as a couple kids coughed in the seats below, waiting for their turn to show their skills as actors. I wanted this part so bad and since C/n was auditioning to be Troy, I wanted it even more. Taking a deep breath, I switched into the shy, curious character of Gabriella and stepped downstage where C/n, who was acting as Troy, was. 

“Hey,” I walked up behind him. 

He jerked back, his vibrant e/c eyes meeting mine, feigning surprise since that’s what the script called for. 

“So, you decided to sign up for something?” 

“Ah, no. You?” C/n replied, his eyes wide, showing signs of leftover nervousness from being “found”. Damn, he was good at acting. 

“No. Umm, why are you hiding behind a mop?”

C/n let out an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Your friends don’t know you’re here right?” 

“Right. Uh, Ms. Darbus is a little…harsh,” C/n said, gesturing towards the audience as if we were actually watching a different set of auditions instead of actually being the ones auditioning. 

“The Wildcat’s superstar’s afraid?” I quirked an eyebrow, meeting c/n’s eyes. 

“No! No, I’m not afraid. I-I’m just… Scared,” a tinge of pink colored his cheeks as he replied. Huh, I never knew someone could make themselves blush. 

“Me, too,” I looked into his eyes. His gaze was steady and intense and I felt heat creeping up my own neck under the scrutiny of it. “Usually,” I almost whispered.

Our acting teacher who was auditioning us said the lines of Ms. Darbus. There was a cart they had moved onto the stage for it to be more realistic when the script called for Gabriella and Troy to duck behind the cleaning cart. As our teacher recited the lines, I couldn’t help but be hyper aware of the close proximity between me and c/n’s bodies. There was no mop hiding our faces like there was in the movie and I knew my deep blush was bared to all the other hopefuls watching us in the audience. Hopefully, they were chalking it up to performance nerves. 

But C/n‘s hand ducked behind me to rest on my lower back. This wasn’t scripted, nor was it healthy for my heart. I was already having trouble breathing due to the heavenly scent of c/n’s cologne dancing into my nostrils. Now, I would have trouble keeping my heart rate down, while also trying to remember my lines. My brain lost all of it’s memory–short and long-term–when I was near c/n. And I had never been this close with his warm, large fingers splayed over my lower back. Did he want me to mess up my lines?

A beat too late I realized I had missed my cue to step out from behind the cart. C/n’s warm hand encouraged me forward with a gentle push. 

“I’d like to audition, Ms. Darbus!

“What?!” I could hear c/n shuffling around in shock behind me, the series of frustrated grunts spilling from his mouth made my stomach twist itself into even tighter knots. 

After the teacher said her lines as Ms. Darbus, from behind me came a timid voice. 

“I’ll sing with her,” he walked out from behind the cart and I turned my head just in time to see his arm raised, causing the hem of his henley to lift, revealing an amazing view of the top of his tight boxers, thanks to his low-slung jeans. The trademark words Calvin Klein boldly stared back at me, along with the smooth, taught skin of his abdomen. His eyes flitted to mine and I thought I saw a ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips before it disappeared altogether. 

“Troy Bolton! Where’s the rest of your posse?” Our teacher asked. She had cut the lines short for Ms. Darbus.

“Ah, team. But I’m here alone. Actually, I’m here to sing with her,” c/n said, sidling up to me, his hesitant body language completely in opposition to the stark boldness in his eyes when his gaze flitted to me from time to time. 

As he said the next lines, the world fell away. I forgot about the numerous kids impatiently squirming in their seats as they watched us or frantically running through their lines in their heads, I forgot about my drama teacher and her scrutinizing eyes, I forgot we were on a stage, any and all emotions naked to anyone viewing. I forgot I was acting. And he seemed to, too. 

“She has an amazing voice,” the scripted words that fell like a waterfall from his pink lips sounded like a soft promise meant to be whispered in my ears. 

His eyes were brimming with emotion and his fingertips grazed my arm as he gestured to me. The touch was feather-light, barely there, but the emotion that it carried with it hit me like a brick. 

“Beautiful, kids!” My teacher’s voice rang out, brutally yanking me back into the present. 

I let out a shaky breath, and looked at c/n only to see his eyes still trained on me, looking dazed. 

———————————–A Few Days Later————————————

“Y/n!Y/n! You did it! You freaking did it!” A familiar voice rang through the halls, demanding my attention. I looked away from my lockers, coming face to face with a flushed and breathless c/n. I stepped back an inch, startled by how fast he had travelled.

“You got the part,” he took a gulp of air and swallowed. “You got the part of Gabriella,” He said, much quieter but no less excited. 

“What!?” I grabbed the sheet. In bold letters, there it was, proclaiming it to anyone who looked at the bulletin board. I was cast as Gabriella. And right below a familiar name stared back at me. Realization dawned on me. Gripping c/n’s firm arm in my shaking hands, I looked gleefully into his eyes, “You got the part of Troy!”

He nodded enthusiastically, his movements so exaggerated I thought he’d break his neck. 

“I’m driving you back to my place to celebrate! This calls for our extravagant ice cream sundaes and a High School Musical marathon!” He grabbed my hand pulling me out of the school. 

I laughed, feeling like I was walking on air. As we pulled away from the school, I looked at c/n’s adorably flushed face. His eyes were still wide with glee and his fingers drummed rhythms on the steering wheel. 

“I still can’t believe we landed those roles! I am so pumped for this!” I said, almost bouncing in my seat.

“Oh, I can totally believe we landed them. You know why?” he quirked his eyebrows, something that drove me crazy and somehow I think he knew. 

“Why?”

“Because you’re a teenage Meryl Streep and I’m a teenage Bill Murray,” he said, smirking, those lips twitching in amusement at me. 

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but ok,” I said, poking his side, teasingly. 

“Explains why I’m good at acting,” he joked, chuckling from ear to ear. 

“Almost too good. I felt like that audition wasn’t even acting,” I mumbled before I could stop the words. 

“I was going to talk to you about that,” he pulled into his driveway and parked the car. “I keep putting it off, but I guess since you mentioned it, there’s no point in cowering away from the subject any–”

My lips closed over his moving ones, stilling them in an instant before they began moving again, only in sync this time with the movements of my own. He unclipped my belt, not stopping the intense kiss, allowing me to move forward easier for better access to his mouth. He unbuckled himself next and placed his hands on either side of my face. Finally, we pulled away for breath. 

“Not only does she have an amazing voice, she has an amazing mouth, too,” he grinned like a fool.

I lost my brain a month ago. Information reverberates around inside my hollow skull before dissipating as kinetic energy through my bones. My memories manifest as oscillatory interference, muddled and changed every time they are recalled. All I have left is background radiation.