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anonymous asked:

Loved how Jamie gave claire the medical book in the Boston story. Can we maybe see her starting to look at which one she wants to go to? Does she have her sights set on Harvard??

Flood my Mornings: The First Step 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  Samhain (Jamie stumbles upon a new community)

November, 1950 


{CEBF}

“Jamie?” I called urgently across the evening-shadowed house, rustling the pages on the rolltop. “Jamie? Did you move my essay?”

Ah yes, My Essay: 

Why should you be admitted to Harvard University’s Program for Correspondent Students?

Well, you see, honorable gentlemen of the admissions committee, my applications for medical school a few years hence—even if not at Ivy League institutions— will need to look as goddamned impressive as can possibly be mustered, since they will almost certainly be reviewed by a panel of elderly male fuddy-duddies like yourselves. 

Thus, having Harvard University on my CV (even if it’s only for these pre-requisite courses), will only serve to impress said fuddy-duddies, and as a female with a spotty-at-best record in formal education, I need all the bloody help I can get. 

The almost-final draft of my personal statement had been more subtle, but it was God’s honest truth. 

I’d been working incessantly on the damned thing for weeks, sleeping little and poorly from the stress. I’d downed more coffee than I’d previously have deemed safe for human beings, and was looking and feeling decidedly the worse for wear for it all. 

Meanwhile, my sainted husband had tirelessly picked up my slack with the house and with Bree night after night as I hunched over the desk, scribbling and scratching out. This last week, in particular, he’d given me more than enough space, bless him, speaking softly, keeping Bree out of my hair, giving kisses, but not initiating sex, nor even the casual touches that were so much a part of our daily rhythm with one another. I knew he meant well by it—to allow me to focus my non-hospital- and non-sleep-hours upon the task at hand… but LORD, another part of me wished that he would just hoist me out of my chair, throw me onto the ground, and give me an hour’s rough relief from my own mind and Harvard blasted University! I didn’t hold it against him, of course, and it would be over soon, in any case, but his walking on eggshells around me was its own breed of stress. 

‘Stress’—such a tiny word for so much inner turmoil. It wasn’t just the essay in front of me or the way my gut had felt all tied in knots for the past week; it was the entire trajectory of which this was only the first step: the prerequisite courses, the MCATs, applications, interviews, medical school, internship, residency, fellowship—the next decade or more of my life! So much would hinge on every single decision I made from here on out. I couldn’t afford any mistakes, starting with this bloody essay. 

I had put the entire packet together last night in the Manila envelope: application, references, ESSAY. Stamps, on. Addresses, penned. Seal…well…left UN-sealed, because I wasn’t bloody ready. And good thing, too, for I’d spent my entire shift that day replaying the words in my mind, every phrase sounding wretched, every choice of words trite or cliché or childish, and screaming for another revision. I’d rushed home, called a ‘hello, darling,’ to Jamie, who was tucking Bree in for the night, and then gone directly to the rolltop, still in my coat and hat, to read it through again and exorcise this demon. Except my packet wasn’t there.

“Jamie??” I called again, louder, my anxiety mounting. I hissed at two sudden papercuts as I rummaged frantically again through the stack. “Darling? Did Penelope say anything about moving my—”

“Sassenach, keep your voice down, for God’s sake—” Jamie whispered loudly as he came around the living room door, looking harried. “Brianna’s only just gotten to sleep, lass!”

I lowered my voice but not my urgency, and I barely even looked up. “The envelope with my application and personal statement? Have you seen it? I swear, it was right on top of the stack with the blue folder here on the desk.”

“Oh, aye, I sent it in.”

“What?” I laughed weakly, still rummaging. “Ha-ha, very funny.”

“I did,” he said simply, “I mailed it in.” 

I froze. And STARED at him. “What?” 

“It was complete. The deadline was coming up in a few days; so,” he shrugged, ACTUALLY shrugged, “I mailed it in for ye.”

“It was NOT complete.”

The words came out low and lethal, and I could see Jamie’s shirt-too-tight-shrug that indicated he heard the danger in them. “Ye packed it all in the mailing envelope, no? It was ready to be submitted.”

“Yes, but I wasn’t ready to send it yet!”

He made a small sound of carefully-controlled exasperation. “Claire, mo chridhe, how should I have known th–”

“You should have asked! You should have called me at work to ASK!” I threw up my hands. “Not just assumed that I was ready to have it sent off without my permission!” 

He squirmed perceptibly but wasn’t giving in. “Lass, you’ve been slaving over that essay for weeks. You’ve barely slept—You put it in the envelope, wi’ the address and stamps and everything. I read it again last night after ye went to bed and it was perfect.”

“It wasn’t

The truth was that despite my obsessing over it, it HAD probably been as bloody close to perfect as I could get it. I’d double-checked and triple-checked and quadruple-checked; revised and wordsmithed it to within an inch of its life. But I’d wanted to wait ‘til the very last moment to send it in, to feel absolutely certain it was as good as I could make it; and having that control so unexpectedly pulled out from beneath me—

“—Even if it had been, Jamie, you still had no—NO—bloody right—”

He ran his hands back through his hair. “Sassenach, come now, it’s no’ as though—”

“Jamie, this isn’t a recipe I’m sending to a Ladies’ Magazine!” I didn’t know what to do with my hands but they gestured wildly in my livid rage and tears. “This is—was—Harvard!”

“I ken it IS Harvard,” he said pointedly, putting his hands firmly on my shoulders “—and I ken you’re going to be ACCEPTED there when they read your—”

“And what the hell would YOU know about it?” I snapped, perceiving only the hurt flashing across his face before I was down the hallway and into the bathroom, locking the door. I yanked the shower handle and sunk down against the tub, letting the water mask the sounds of my weeping. 

A few minutes later, Jamie was knocking softly on the door. 

“Sassenach?” 

His voice was quiet, and, I thought, abashed.  “Claire…? May I come in?”

I covered my mouth so he couldn’t hear me. I felt tears trickling over my hand but I wouldn’t open my eyes. It’s not the end of the world, Beauchamp. 

Another knock.

A long silence. 

“Lass….I’m sorry…” 

He was leaning against the door, I thought. 

“It was…an impulsive thing I did— I—” he sighed miserably. “—I thought better of it throughout the day, but…Christ, i’m sorry…It was foolish. I was wrong to do it…” 

A long silence. 

A long…long silence. 

“I’m truly…truly sorry, Claire.” 

I took a deep breath. 

Then another. 

Once more. 

It would be alright. I hadn’t been ready, but the essay was fine. Jamie regretted what he’d done. It would be alright. 

But I was too spent and too upset to consider opening the door. 


{JF}

He HAD been wrong to do it—knew not ten minutes after the post had gone that he’d made a grave error in judgement. But the essay had been perfect, BRILLIANT, and Claire had been so plagued by self-doubt over it. It was as if she had placed her entire sense of her own worth upon success in this single endeavor, this single writing. He’d simply wished her to feel as if she had finally accomplished the thing, after such a harrowing period these last few weeks. 

But she was completely right: what he wished her to feel was irrelevant, and he had betrayed her trust. She was well within her rights not to be ready to forgive him. 

He waited more than an hour, until long after he’d heard her enter the bedroom; giving her the space she apparently wanted. At last, though, he entered the darkened room. 

She was already in bed with her back turned to him. Asleep? He couldn’t tell—but even if she were awake, he didn’t expect her to speak until morning. He deserved her fury for at least that long.

He undressed and slipped quietly under the covers, taking care not to jostle her. Without really thinking about it, he mirrored her posture, coming to rest on his side, facing away from her. 

He listened to the clock tick and tried to let it lull him to sleep. 

One minute. 

Two. 

Three.

Four. 

“Can’t you at least bring yourself to have sex with me?”  Sharp. Wide awake. Dangerous. 

Startled, he blurted, bewildered. “Bring myself—?” 

He felt her bolt upright beside him, her hands slamming onto the bedspread. Her voice was still laced with anger, but desperate, forbye, and hurting. “Jamie, you haven’t touched me in a week! I need to—to feel close to

“You’ve never wished me to have ye during your courses before, Sassenach,” he said, scrubbing his hand over his face as he rolled onto his back. “Do ye really want to that badly tonight?” His ‘especially when you’re not too keen on me at the moment, in any case,’ was implied. He would serve her, of course, if she wished it, but–

“I’m not on my goddamned ‘courses,’ you absolute bastard!”

Jamie opened his mouth to fire back.

—but then, she gasped— 

—a tiny sound, barely more than a sharp breath, really, but so deeply unlike Claire that—

He was on his knees beside her in an instant.  She was kneeling on the mattress, too, clad in only her underclothes, both hands clapped over her mouth.  “Oh, God,” she croaked between her fingers, her eyes wide and wide and wider.

Mo ghraidh—?” He grappled for her face, pushing back the wildness of her hair to hold her between his hands. “Mo chridhe —?  you're—?”

“Oh—God!” she said again, eyes brimming and hyper-focused upon nothing, her mouth gaping open and shut,  “—I didn’t—I was so busy, I hadn’t been—No—” she moaned softly as he lifted her and gathered her, cradled her to him. Her body was rigid, pushing back, and her head shaking violently back and forth. “No,” she wept, “no, no, it’s—Jamie, it’s too soon.“ He could see her eyes sparkling with life through her tears, even as she tried to resist the truth. “We can’t—can’t know for certain—not yet.”

Six days, Claire—” he gasped, his free hand roaming up her back to cup her cheek, hard. “One day—two days, maybe, but—SIX?”  

She lowered her fingers tentatively to graze the natural curve of her belly. Jamie watched in a trance as her palm slowly came to lay flat against her skin.  “Oh, God,” she whispered, swaying on her knees and leaning her forehead against his shoulder as her arms came around him. “Jamie…Jamie…” 

He held her and rocked her (THEM!) and kissed her, crying, laughing—but then remembered—

“I'm—truly sorry about the application, mo nighean donn,” he choked out, feeling the guilt seize this moment of joy. “It was your task—your choice—It wasna my place at all to—”

Forgiven,” she whispered, putting her fingers to his lips and shaking her head. “Forgiven…. And I’m sorry, too….for what I said—I didn’t mean—”

He kissed her, and she kissed him, and there was nothing except her arms; her fingers cupping the back of his head; the taste of her tears and his; her lips; her sweet voice, breaking. “Jamie...Jamie, I’m so—happy—” 

He couldn’t say a word. He could only nod his head slowly over and over again, completely overcome, his shoulders shaking. His heart felt ready to burst as he watched his wife, her face shining, go softly to her back and reach up for him. “Come to me?

And he came to her, made love to her—the only woman he’d ever had; the only one he would ever have in his lifetime.

And as he lay awake long after, holding her, cupping the bairn that slept within her, he prayed; but unlike the night more than two years ago when he’d held Brianna in this same fashion, heart breaking from despair and fear and the looming specter of death, his prayer this night was hopeful and strong.

Lord…that this child will be safe.


[oh-so-much-more to come]

Writing Prompts

• That’s no longer relevant.
• I’m sorry, I can’t take you seriously.
• There’s a joke or two in there.
• He can’t do that to us.
• I ache all over.
• Let’s wait for them.
• Who did it to you?
• It went to dark places.
• We can’t eat all of them.
• It wasn’t very convincing.
• Who would do that?
• We like the darkness.
• Can we laugh?
• It exhausts me.
• Did it count?
• I was ready to go.
• It’s a tough place.
• Let’s wrap things up.
• We all talk about it.
• Can we kiss you?
• I have so many complains.
• Who actually loves their brothers?
• Let’s discuss the rumors.
• Why did you shift the tone?
• Can we shoot them?
• These people are ridiculous.
• I love product placement.
• Can you explain this?
• They are not scientists.
• Oh, bleep, just bleep the bleeping bleep.
• There was no context.
• You are too mainstream.
• We don’t have wings.
• It made no sense.
• Is it still possible?
• Are you procrastinating?
• We have the cards here.
• Do I get a choice?
• None of it mattered.
• You can’t revise it.
• It’s not fair at all, is it?
• What did they even want?
• Who changed your mind?
• Can we talk about the romance?
• Is that a red herring?
• There are legends.
• Who carried the body out?
• We could have solved the mystery already.
• I was in love with them all.
• They know how to do this.
• It’s raining candy wrappers.
• It was no honor.
• Celebrate them.
• Please, don’t eat me.
• I’ll be performing there.
• Who doesn’t love a good heist?
• I only sell fakes.
• We could work together.
• It lacks realism.
• Isn’t that blackmail?
• He paid me off.
• Do you want to sleep?
• You’ll need to carry him.
• You could make it out alive.
• Let’s not speculate.
• Where can I buy tickets?
• Just pick a side.
• Are you crying?
• I remember you being smarter.
• I have the sun.

China's Reaction to becoming part of the Mongolian Empire
  • China: ...
  • Mongolia: hmmm, what's wrong China~?
  • China: ... you know, this isn't going to work.
  • Mongolia: what?
  • China: this empire! All of it! Do you know how big this is? From my place all the way to Europe?? It's unstable!
  • Mongolia: oh stop being a grouchy old man, my empire will last for centuries! Plus, it can't be THAT complicated~!
  • China: ... do you even know how to govern?
  • Mongolia: ... shit.
Welcome Back (Seth x Reader)

Request: When Seth comes back to RAW from his injury.

A/N: Actors real name is Colby so I switch between both names.

Looking around the stadium, you never truly realized how much you miss this place when you were gone. Only being an announcer backstage you took time off when Seth got injured, not really wanting him to go through it alone. You knew for sure the second time around was going to be the hardest and it was. Seth blamed himself every minute for the pain that he was in, it wasn’t anyone fault. Things just happened and you can’t help it. It was all apart of this job.

“You ready?” Colby asked you as you guys made your way into the building.

“I think I should be the one asking you that. You’re the wrestler that got hurt not me” You teased trying to lighten the mood. You knew Colby was nervous about bringing Seth back, he knew that the wrestling world didn’t stop just because someone got injured during a match. Tonight was his little come back, to set him and Triple H up for WrestleMania, it wasn’t much but it was something. Colby wasn’t really supposed to be back until a few days before WrestleMania but the storyline needed to happened so the doctors clear him for this match only. Making sure that this wouldn’t hurt him any further.

“Welcome back Seth” Roman congratulated as he walked up to you two. He was already in his gear as he had the first match of the night.

“Thanks bro, won’t be long now” Colby hollered as he fist bumped Roman finally happy that he was back even if it was only for one night. As you guys made your way through the stadium more and more people were welcoming back Colby, they were all happy that they could finally see Seth Rollins back in action. Colby happiness was clearly on his face he couldn’t hide his smile as everyone spoke to him. It’s been a while but now you were both happy to be back to your guys jobs.


“Hold up babe” Colby said as he let out a heavy breath, closing his eyes. His fist were clenched by his side and you knew from the past few weeks what that meant. He was in pain.

“Are you sure you’re good to go?” You asked as you ran back to him, taking his hands trying to comfort him as the pain subsided.

“I’m fine love, it’s going to happened. Haven’t really been on my feet for awhile” You nodded your head at his replied, he was right the doctor said it was going to be different without the clutches by his side holding most of his weight. “Now’s let go, it’s time to bring back Seth Freakin Rollins” You both laughed. It was nice for once to be laughing and not worrying. Everything was starting to feel normal once again.

“Yeah I think it’s time for me to see my favourite man again” Seth put a pout on his face from your comment and all you do was laugh again. He look so childish

“I don’t know I think I might be by the way you were screaming my name the other night” Seth informed you while putting a smirk across his face. Sticking your tounge out at him like a child you made your way into his dressing room but not before you also gave him the finger.


“You sure about this?” You asked. It was almost time for Seth to make his appearance back on RAW and you were nervous now that you guys were right backstage. All he had to do now was go through the path.

“I’m sure babe. Don’t worry I know what I’m at” Seth told you as he gave you a quick kissed before someone brought him the clutches. You knew and everyone backstage that he didn’t really need them but no one could know yet, not until he was down to the ring. And if on cue his music started. Seth made his way out with the clutches by his side to get ready to fight. You watched on the screen backstage, you knew what was going to happened but you still weren’t fully ready to watch. What if they hurt his knee again? Watching him and Triple H fight made you nervous and proud. Seth was doing what he loved again, but you knew if they hit his knee wrong while in the ring things could go south pretty quickly. You looked away every time he hit Seth knee, you couldn’t take it. When Seth hit the ground you just hoped that this was the act like it was supposed to be and nothing went wrong. Triple H left him in the ring and Mike on the floor, never looking back as he made his way backstage just like he needed too. He smiled as he passed you which you knew it was a sign that everything was good. You continued watching as the refs brought Seth backstage and when he finally away, you ran over to him. You jumped in his arms and kissed him.

“I’m so proud of you” You said with tears in your eyes.

“Thanks babe couldn’t do it without you by by side.” He kissed you once before he pulled away making his way now over to your guy’s friends to celebrate. Seth Freakin Rollins was back and you couldn’t be happier. You knew that he could win WrestleMania in a few weeks. You couldn’t wait to finally see him back fully doing what he loved

BEE THIRSTY, MY FRIENDS

Suddenly, the bees are craving water! They’re seeking it anywhere they can find it. We’ve even found bees drinking in unlikely places — like the roof of the car after a wild, late afternoon thunderstorm. (It was “hive-rattler!)

And now in the mornings, we’re seeing bees congregating on a tray I accidentally left out all winter ( my bad!) with planting pots and the garden hose. I was going to clean up this whole mess, but look how much the bees love it, I have to leave it!

And here’s the irony: Last year, as some of you may remember, Davey built the bees a dedicated drinking fountain. (Actually, it’s a chicken water-er with river rocks for the bees to perch on.) But it’s right beside Styrohive and plumbed into the household water supply, so it’s fresh. The bees ignore it and and fly 35′/ 11m down to the dirty, swampy water on the tray in front of the house. 

I don’t get it. Are there minerals or something else bees need in the dirty water? What do you think? Are your bees as thirsty as ours? 

becausewearebadmemories  asked:

Can't​ zoos sometimes be good for animals that would become extinct if they weren't protected?

All zoos are businesses. 

I think there are some* zoos where animals are covered for their basic needs, but that doesn’t mean they belong there. What’s worst about zoos is that it promotes the idea that we have the right to cage some animals so people can go there, pay an entry ticket, take some photos, make someone each day richer and richer, while the animals pay the price with their freedom. That’s why I always encourage people to start supporting Animal Sanctuaries or Reserves instead of zoos.

Zoos should be turned into wildlife refuges or sanctuaries to start erasing that conception that animals can be a property of someone and to erase that image that you can own a place full of animals (wild animals, endangered, and all kinds) and take out profit from them. Is obvious you’ll need money to have the place running, but charge to keep the place up and open only, not to fill somebody else’s wallet too. That’s seeing animals as commodities and they’re aren’t commodities.

As for the conservation status what we should focus on is to save the natural habitats of these animals, to educate all people on conservation, to ban hunting once and for all…a lot of work can be done to preserve endangered species rather than supporting a zoo, caging the last specimens from a species doesn’t seem to be very effective since all the species we have lost already, caging them won’t solve anything, the extinction will move onto another animal, hunters will change species and so on. 

anonymous asked:

Flashwave - "I work in 24/7 food place, it's at 3AM and you bought the cake and started crying"

1 - Barry’s dad’s parole just got denied, despite all signs having been positive this time around. Barry’d been so hopeful and now he’s going to have to celebrate his dad’s fiftieth birthday through glass and all he can do is bring this cake.

2 - Mick’s part-time job as a baker is usually on the skeleton shift. He has no idea why this guy is so upset, but he’s crying into one of Mick’s cakes, damnit.

3 - Barry thinks Mick is sweet. Mick is not sure where he’s gotten that idea. All he did was let the guy have someone to talk to, take him out to go have a few drinks, watch a movie with him, and make sure he’s safely tucked in before heading out. And then came back the next day with food. Barely anything, really.

4 - Mick tells Len about the whole story. Len decides this would be an excellent way to test if he can blackmail the majority of the parole board.

5 - long story short, the answer is yes.

6 - Barry is so incredibly happy he doesn’t even ask too many questions. He does, however, ask Mick on a date.

7 - The dates go well right up until the newly paroled Henry Allen meets his son’s new boyfriend and goes “…Mick Rory???” and Mick’s other job gets some airtime.

8 - They decide there’s no reason to introduce Mick to Joe for the same reason.

Dear @teenietots , carekids ( @carekidshaven ) and other age regressors (and carers)!

As you can see from this picture, I made a room in the chatsite Habbo retro Rise especially made for TeenieTots, carekids, age regressors and carers to play, meet and talk to each other!

So a little bit of information about this room:

♥ You do have to make an account on Rise, but it’s a very fast and easy process. You can make your own character like I did there! You can dress up as a baby! 

♥ Once signed in and entering Rise hotel, Go click on “rooms”, then “all Rooms’ and type in the searchbar “teenietime” there only should pop up one room! That’s the room!

♥ This room is a safe place! No DD*LG, C*GL(e), A*B*D*L, k*dheart, l*ltot, l*ttlespace, k*nk, n*sfw, terf, map or any of that are allowed in here!

♥ This room has a filter. Which means you cannot use certain swear words this room. I can blacklist bad words and replace it with “bobba”

♥ This room also has a password. To get the password you must message me on Tumblr. Once you have the password you are not allowed to give it to anyone! They have to come to me first. This is so we can prevent bad people coming in here.

♥ I am currently the only mod with rights in this room if you want to be a mod as well, message me on tumblr and we will talk about it!

♥ Bullying, harassment or any form of this will resort to a permanent ban in the room!

♥ Add me as a friend! My name on there is BabyDemy!

♥ For any more information feel free to message me! I hope you have fun in this room!

tommys-girl1980  asked:

I was thinking about watching Riverdale. I've only just heard of it and it seems to be huge on Tumblr, and since I trust Tumblr's opinions on things probably far more than I should, I kind of want to watch it now, so... what's your favorite part about Riverdale?

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

nah hahahahaha but for real !!!!!!

  • the girls aren’t pitted together; the girl cast is incredibly strong and cool! i follow them all on social media
  • cheryl can be bitchy and crazy but she’s definitely a character with plenty of dimensions, so nothing is taken too personally  
  • murder mystery !!!!!!!!!!!
  • kj apa in episode 1 where his hair does The Thing
  • soooo many twists you don’t see coming
  • it comes out once a week so you don’t have that whole “binge watch” and then have it be over it thing going on; everyone stays at the same place and it’s so nice discussing theories and waiting at the same time as everyone else
  • kj apa with ginger hair
  • kevin
  • for real i wasn’t sure about watching it, but britt got me curious and now all my friends on my course watch it too, we are obsessed !!!!!! also i might even change my blog name to something kj apa related! as u can tell he is my one tru love

I’ve been planning a mini trip out to Disney World so Zayn and I can take a look around at possible venue options for the wedding, and what is it with this place that makes even a twenty-six year old giddy still? I’m so excited even just at the idea of going out to do wedding plans. While we’re on the topic of Disney, I wanna know, what’s your all time favorite ride? If you could only go one. And yes, you have to pick one.

Hello New Followers!

Originally posted by probertson

I’m really happy that you all came to join us over here.

Here’s a quick overview of my blog right off the bat:

- I don’t post politics a lot. Rarely ever, actually. My tumblr is a place I like to go when I’m overwhelmed by things, especially with the work I do with social issues offline. It’s so I can decompress. If you followed me expecting that kind of blog, it’s… not. Sorry.
- I post these things most of the time: Disney, food, cats, pokemon, animals in general, things from the 90′s/00′s, make-up, nature, cute things, D&D/tabletop, and DC Comics (mostly about how they have torn my heart apart).
- I have three other blogs! One is for my polymer clay charm store on Etsy, one is for my D&D chef bard’s personal recipes, and one is a NSFW blog that’s request only.
- I sometimes post serious posts, these are usually about muscular dystrophy or coping with PTSD. These will always be behind a “read more” and tagged… I like to warn people early so they know what they’re getting into anyway, and can avoid it if that’s a bad topic for them.
- I talk openly about being in a bisexual, polyamorous relationship with three people. If this makes you uncomfortable to the point of it being a problem, my blog may not be the best place for you.
- My ask box is currently shut down because some people got real mad and real ridiculous over that jacket art post. I usually have it open, no anon allowed, and I love talking to my followers.

anonymous asked:

how do you not gain weight when you eat out so much?? like does balancing it out with homecooked oil free meals help?

I’m not sure where you got that impression haha….I hardly ever eat out at all? I was just on vacation so I ate out more, but it was still only 3-4 meals out of a whole week. In my normal life I go eat to eat like maaaaybe 1-2 times per month haha. But I do want to try to start going out more and trying all of these vegan places in Miami so I can give you guys better recommendations - I’m thinking of writing a “city guide” and putting it up on my website!

That being said, when I go out to eat I don’t worry about oil or junk food, because I do eat so healthy when I cook for myself at home. So I guess the answer is “yes” to your question? 

Aries: Loving yourself is not a crime. It’s not a sin to take pride in the world you’ve created. Learn to praise yourself without finding faults. Give yourself grace.

Taurus: Old friends fade away new things take their place. Don’t forget to go back to your roots and replenish your soul every once in awhile. Don’t forget what made you you and the people who helped get you there.

Gemini: You’re a hero even if you can’t fucking see it. YOu’ve saved your own life, fighting against a mind that wants to kill you. If nothing else that is something to be proud of.

Cancer: Everything has a season and a time and everything has a time to end. Learn that letting go is scarier, but may be the best choice. Hanging on to the noose is only going to suffocate you that much more.

Leo: Some things were made to hurt. You shouldn’t run from the pain. Learn to handle an open flame. It’s scary than being numb but you need to feel something again.

Virgo: Come home. All I can say is come home. Open your eyes and see the world around you again. Hear everyone crying out your name just wanting you back.

Libra: It won’t kill you. It won’t ruin you. It won’t destroy you. You are bigger and badder and braver then this. Get off your god damn knees. It’s not doing you any good to cower.

Scorpio:  Eventually the memories won’t hurt. But right now, it’s okay. It’s okay to cry and scream and be in agony. It’s okay to not talk about it and to talk about it too much. It’s okay.

Sagittarius: It’s okay to lose who you are. Don’t be afraid to start over and try and find yourself again. Don’t be scared, it’s going to be hard. But you’ll learn to really smile instead of just pretending too.

Capricorn: Don’. Self destruction isn’t fucking beautiful when all you’ve got left is the wreckage. Don’t you dare. You still have things left to do here.

Aquarius: Sometimes home is just where you laugh and smile. It doesn’t have to be a person or a house it can be a moment of serenity and peace where all is right.

Pisces: Follow your heart even if your head says it’s wrong. Even if its risky. You’ll only regret the choices and paths you didn’t take in the end.

—  this weeks horoscope
Billy & Teddy: A Love Story

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, today is a day about love and that’s why I want to share the story of this two heroes in love. Enjoy! (This could be long)

They met when they were like fifteen or sixteen and they fell crazy in love with each other.

They starting to be superheroes.

Their parents found out (kind of..) 

But not everything was good, sometimes life is just cruel.

But you keep going.

There’s also been awkward moments (c’mon they newly (kind of) boyfriends)

Moments of caring

Some flirting.

Some Lover letters.

A proposal.

And a (perfect) kiss.

And yeah, even if it hurts, a break up.

But, love unite. (And apparently can also save the universe or multiuniverse)

And their story continue.

They grown up (more), keep being superheroes (with a new team) and not even some evil future can’t torn them apart.

And with all the grown up thing came the changes, like a place for both of them (finally)

Because their future=happy+married+and+family (and Sorcerer Supreme)

But life goes and goes and the time flies, but true love never dies (just get older) 

A life together… with your best friend, your partner, your lover.

A life with all the good and bad.

A love story that still has a lot to tell and show.

Again, Happy Valentine’s Day!

i love season one dean with his too-big leather jacket and his ripped worn out jeans and his bracelets and ring and necklace and his freckles and long eyelashes and perfect jawline and cheeky grin

and his wide desperate eyes and his frustration because all he wants to have his family all in one place and sam and dad just can’t SEE that like he does and i love how he leans into every touch he gets because he’s so starved for it and i love the shadows under his eyes because he’s only 26 but he feels like he’s been living forever and wow oh wow i just love season one dean

listen, i love jack ‘it’s only minus ten out i can wear shorts out’ zimmermann as much as everyone else but as anyone who lives in a cold place can tell you, we get VERY worried about people from warm places who clearly Do Not Understand How To Winter. 

and while bitty is very good at bundling up he clearly doesn’t know what to wear out (he wouldn’t have to wear so many layers if he had good winter clothes after all) and it is Very Upsetting to jack. so every single time bitty visits jack starting from october, jack has another piece of high quality winter clothing waiting for him, whether it be double layered mittens, wool-lined boots, or a coat that feels like duvet. 

so even though bitty still complains bitterly about the winter and (more amusedly) about jack’s wintery mother hen tendencies (”jack it’s the third of october, i don’t need woolen socks”) he’s at least warm which makes jack’s heart as toasty as bitty’s toes. 

resistancecalendar.org
The Resistance Calendar
Organize. Resist. Repeat.

From my friend Michael Moore:

“GOOD NEWS FRIENDS! I’ve promised you a one-stop site, a clearinghouse of all actions – a RESISTANCE CALENDAR – where you can find EVERY upcoming action, protest, march, sit-in, town hall, anti-Trump, pro-democracy event in all 50 states! A site where YOU can post your own action so all can see it. A place where you can quickly go and check it daily, ensuring that you don’t miss any event in your area to stop the Trump madness.
So, right now, I and a team of graphic designers are launching the RESISTANCE CALENDAR!
Here’s the link: resistancecalendar.org
In addition to you finding events in your area, we want you to be able to post any local actions you’re aware of. So much is happening so fast it’s hard to keep track of all the actions popping up – but our intention is to do just that. Every day. A 24/7 clearinghouse of the already MASSIVE resistance to Trump, to the Republican Congress, and, yes, to many of the spineless Democratic politicians out there. We welcome all resisters across the movement to use this tool. It’s completely free. There’s no big “funder” or group behind it. There will be no ads, no commercialization, no fundraising lists – all the stuff we hate. Just you, me, the volunteers donating their time to keep it going and the World Wide Web. BOOM!
Follow the Resistance Calendar on Facebook at: facebook.com/resistancecalendar
Follow Resistance Calendar on Twitter at @ResistCalendar
Go to our site at www.resistancecalendar.org
When you go on Resistance Calendar, go to the search box and type in your city or state to find events near you. You can also type in keywords to find actions around issues in which you share a concern. Or you can just scroll down and see every upcoming event across the country in chronological order. In the other box you can add events happening in your area. Our team carefully curates the listings to guarantee accuracy.
A note of explanation: As we are still building this site, we will be constantly upgrading it. For instance, it’s going to have a killer map of the US and a big desk-style calendar where you can just click on any day and see what’s happening with the movement across America. We’ll have better and easier filters and other goodies. But for now, I wanted to get this up and let millions know what’s going on in their area.
Many large cities like New York, Seattle and Portland have excellent independent calendars online. My goal has been to have one all-encompassing national calendar covering even the smallest towns and villages. This calendar isn’t meant to replace anything out there that is doing great work, just add to it! A lot of you have asked me to put something like this together, so consider this as a simple contribution to the movement. It is crowdsourced, vetted and belongs to everyone. Let us know if you want to be part of the volunteer tech and curation team!
I sincerely hope this is a huge help and that all of you use it! Sign up on Facebook and Twitter now – and please tell your friends about it. Take a moment to add all the local events you know of. And remember – All hands on deck! It’s the only way we’re going to beat him and lessen the damage he’s doing. Our goal is his removal from office – and the defeat of any politician who isn’t with us. WE ARE THE MAJORITY.
Facebook: facebook.com/resistancecalendar
Twitter: @ResistCalendar
www.resistancecalendar.org
PLEASE SHARE! AND RESIST!”