and a good morning to you too

Btw I haven’t slept on for like 36 hours straight, tabbing this from the deathbed😳
Long live richonne
Good night og good morning to every one💙💙💙✌🏿✌🏿✌🏿✌🏿 I want to tagg every person ever, but I’M too damn tired, so richonne family PLEASE tagg all these PHENOMENAL writers we have on our team😭😭😭😭😭😭
Help a sis🖤🖤🖤
Much love😚😚😚

Early AM Internet Whine

Good morning my friends, and you guessed it, still no cable or internet.  Yes it is ever so slightly frustrating, but I’m here at work early, armed with hearts, and I intend to use them.  :)  Quick status update, nasty cold and three poems written on paper.  One of them which is the longest poem I’ve ever written still needs massive editing.  I’ll try to type up one of the others in a bit, but first, let’s do the read and heart thing.  I believe I may have some catching up to do.  

Love you all,
Mike <3

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***The smut still isn’t doing it for me to be honest 😂 I tried to focus on foreplay so that y'all can have something new. ***

“Good morning darlin’.”

You smiled softly and walked up to Jax, stepping into his arms as he opened them for a hug.

“Good morning Jax.”

He yawned and stretched up, clearly having just woken up. His hangover was nearly tangible and you laughed as he rubbed his eyes, ready for work. He was too tired to take into account what you were wearing and what it could mean. Tig was already working today though and you had a little surprise for him. So as Jax kissed your head and started to walk out of the clubhouse, you called after him.

“Tell Tig to come in her if you can. I need to talk to him about something.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You smiled as you heard Tig’s skiing your name win the clubhouse. You’d slipped into his room while Jax had gone to get him, now you were standing at the foot of the bed waiting for him. You could hear him calling you over and over, his voice getting closer and closer to the dorm until he was turning the door knob and stepping into his room. He saw you standing there and a small smile came to his face immediately, it slowly slipping off as he realized what you were wearing. His eyes were wide then, his moth hanging open slightly.

"Hi baby. Why are you…what are you wearing that for?”

You shrugged and out your hands in the belt that was trying the coat together.

“I don’t know. I just had a little surprise for you. Why don’t you come and see what your present is.”

He nodded and swallowed around a suddenly dry throat, walking towards you slowly. He stopped when he came to be right in front of you, his hand reaching out to take hold of one end of the tie. He took it between his fingers and pulled gently until the bow came loose and the front of the trench coat opened ever so slightly. He could see the beginning of what you were wearing, some black lace showing through. He licked his lips subconsciously and gripped the front of the trench coat, opening it up and pushing it down from around your shoulders. You smiled softly and watched him as his eyes glazed over. He looked over your entire body, his fingers latching onto your hips and pulling your body to his.

“God you look so fucking good. Your body is the most gorgeous thing in the world. The way the lace hugs your breasts and it cuts up on the hips and-”

His description was cut short as you leaned back a bit and spread your legs, showing him that the teddy you were wearing was crotchless.

“I know we always have the problem of you wanting to see me in the lingerie but having to take it off so you can fuck me and I figured, why can’t we have both?”

He nodded, eyes still glued to your pussy as you pulled away from him and started to run your hands along your body.

“Why can’t I look pretty in my lace and be with my man in it? So I talked to Lyla. What do you think?”

You pulled away from him completely and leaned back, pulling yourself to sit on the edge of Tig’s desk. Pulling one leg up to rest your heel on the edge of the desk, you spread your legs, exposing yourself in your entirety to him. There was a certain boost of confidence that came f I’m being clothes will still your most intimate part was on full display. You loved the feeling and if Tig’s eyes were any indication, he seemed to enjoy it too. He walked forward slowly and sat down on the chair right across dorm the desk, his eyes still trained on the part of you that he loved most. You smiled and reached down, spreading your lips and he groaned. He groaned and whimpered and growled and wrapped his arms around your thighs, bringing you forwards and burying his face into you, kissing you as sensually as he would your mouth. You shuddered and leaned back slightly, trying to hold up yourself but his mouth was making you weak. He buried his tongue within you and made your vision blur before pulling away and now you were the one whining.

“Tiggy…”

“Hush baby. I want you on the bed.”

With a nod, you let him pull you from the desk and stood, walking with him towards the bed. He spun you around and pushed you down softly until your back was level with the cool sheets. Once it was, he placed his hands in the backs of your knees and lifted them up, pushing them forward until your thighs were as far back as they could go, and you were completely open to him, spread and ready to feel his mouth back on you. Pressing a sloppy kiss to your mound, he continued his assault with his tongue, your eyes slipping closed as you realized you’d need to buy a lot more lingerie if this was the treatment that you would get.

shanhammer  asked:

I'm struggling with some executive dysfunction issues, the worst being the mornings: there are too many "getting ready" tasks and I always miss some or mix up the order, and task initiation is infinitely harder in the morning before I've already done some things. Which tags on the blog would be a good place to start searching for ideas on coping mechanisms/strategies?

Try “mornings” and “routine” to start. If you don’t find anything there, let us know what you’re doing now and where things are falling apart, and we’ll see if we can help you trouble-shoot and tweak until you have something that works!

-J

strikecommandher  asked:

Okay, but 76 with a cold, adding a new layer of gruff to his voice. You feel bad for the man, what with all of his coughing and sneezing, but damn, hearing him growl "good morning, sweetheart," is too sexy to deny. 👌

Due to the fact I’m actually sick right now myself, I don’t have to worry about getting sick. He’s gonna get tons of kisses and love

ourcoldtrashcollection  asked:

Favorite pet you owned?

It’s a bit of a tossup… but I’ve got a few candidates

Frodo was by far the tamest hamster I had… he even licked my hands all the time!

Then there was my last hamster, Cupcake… she was really tame too, and she seemed to pay the most attention to us. A lot of hamsters didn’t seem to acknowledge that we existed, but she’d always stand up and freeze when she heard someone coming.

And then REX… good ol’ Rex… our talking cockatiel. He greeted us every morning when we got up with “Hey, birdie!!”, whistled some made up songs, and he only ever got grumpy at us in the evening when he was tired. When your bird speaks English to you, it kinda reaches family member status. (Also, he constantly looked like he was smiling.)

Tim was a stray who came along in the winter. He was the most ridiculously affectionate cat I’ve seen. He scraped himself against our legs and plopped down on top of our feet. He also liked being held like a baby.

Luckily, LUNA’S still around. She’s with my mom though. So a bunch of mouser cats showed up at my mom’s house from time to time, and when we got within probably 30 feet, they scrambled away as fast as they could. So this small, scrawny cat shows up one day, meows really quietly, and slowly approaches me… then plops down on her back and rolls around. She pretty much trusted me from the beginning. :o

So we’ve fattened her up, and she’s a lot less scared of strangers now. She’s also a pretty good hunter, so she can feed herself sometimes… she caught a vole once, and even a ground squirrel. (And also about 50 million house finches)

anonymous asked:

That morning, in their hotel room in St. Paul, Alt wakes him up with a now-familiar trail of gentle kisses from 2D's forehead, to his lips, to his chest, to his belly. He lingers there as usual. "Morning, little miracle," he whispers, then looks up at 2D, smirking. "And good morning to you too, big miracle." –@askalt2d

2d grunts and rolls onto his side, pulling the blankets over his head to block out the sunlight. “Go back to sleep.” 

@askalt2d

I have a routine.

Every week day morning I get a short coffee and a 20oz Triple Shot Iced Mocha.

This morning I was balancing the mocha on top of the coffee to get my keys and unlock the work place door.  I was also apparently, bouncing a bit too much as I walked because the mocha slid off and slammed into the ground. It broke that plastic cup in half! And all I said was “ oh great”. It’s too effing early in the morning to completely freak out…but I might cry.

Valentine’s as a holiday is garbage, but Jim and Spock hanging out to watch the sun rise on a farm is not.

trek

1/5 back to school 2017 masterposts

school is starting soon (or has already started) and i also wanted to somehow thank you guys for 7k in a way other than the usual blog rate or blog awards. keep a look out for the other 4!

this is a collab with @studyruels. his masterpost is on making an aftetschool routine which you can check out here!

now, i’m naturally a morning person. i just am, and i always have been. no matter how late i go to bed my body thinks it’s a great idea to noT sleep in and wake up at 6 am every day (’: here are a few things i do to make it a little easier and enjoy my mornings!

1. GO TO BED EARLY. this is honestly a no brainer but STOP SPENDING HOURS ON YOUR PHONE WTH like it’s so harmful for your eyes and your mind and your brain and your body will thank you in the morning when your eyes aren’t burning with exhaustion. 

1.a. when i decided to stop being an irresponsible smol child who tried to stay up every night, i started setting alarms for going to sleep. so like at 9:00 (ok ik thats pretty early but thats usually when i go to bed), or maybe that’ll be like 10:00 or 10:30 for you so that you can go to bed around 11. but anyways, when you hear this alarm, it’s time to get off of your phone or laptop (-: send your gn streaks and texts, close insta (log out if u have to), and shut it all down. soon after, you will start to notice how tired you actually are without all that blue light distracting you !!!

2. read! this is a personal favorite just because i’m a huge nerd but reading right before bed is just killing 2 birds with one stone: you’re exercising your mind and subconsciously improving your writing skills (vocabulary and grammar) while making yourself very tired!! if you think reading, especially at night, is boring, you aren’t reading the right books for you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. prepare yourself for the morning so it seems less dreadful. OPEN YOUR BLINDS BEFORE BED JUST DO IT OMG you will wake up with the sun. do a little miniclean of your room before bed so you’re not waking up to yesterday’s disaster. make your coffee the night before and leave it in the fridge if you like it iced in the morning. plan out what you’re going to wear tomorrow, as well as your lunch. shower (so u sleep better and/or dont have to do it in the morning) and brush your teeth. pamper yourself. set up fairy lights. just do anything that will cause you to wake up and go “jeez glad i did that last night; now i have more time and peace of mind”. 

4. find something to look forward to in the morning. this might be going to get coffee or tea with a friend in the morning, getting to wear the cute outfit and eat the delicious lunch that you prepped last night, or remembering that you’re going to see a movie after school. whatever it may be, let it motivate you to get up and start your day as soon as possible. 

5. turn off/disable snooze. do it. if your alarm app can’t do this, install an app that can. i also like to set up my alarm so that i have to do some challenging mental math to turn it off. 

5.a. make your alarm something that will cause you to get up. it doesn’t necessarily have to be something really annoying. it can be something upbeat and light that puts you in a good mood for the day. however, if you’re a really heavy sleeper then you might want to make it some obnoxious and loud sound so that you will be motivated just to get out of bed and turn it off. 

6. put your phone across the room. we’ve all heard of this one but most of us are too lazy to do it. at night, when you whip out that book, log off all your social media and then put your phone somewhere so far that you’ll have to physically get out of bed and turn off the alarm.

7. make your bed suit your aesthetic. this derives from the basic “make your bed” tip. sure, you can make your bed, and sure, it might motivate you to not get back in. but if you really struggle with this, buy one of those prepackaged bed sets that has a nice color scheme. once you make your bed, you’re not going to want to ruin that aesthetic tbh

8. keep a consistent sleep schedule, even on the weekends!! i’m not saying you have to wake up at 6 am even on saturdays, but don’t go from waking up at 6 to waking up at 12. maybe push your wake up time to 8:30 or 9 latest on the weekends. as you get used to waking early (and sleeping early, too!) you can slowly push back your weekend wake up time earlier and earlier until it’s almost identical to the time you wake up when you have school.


i hope this helps! good luck with this school year, everyone!

It was cat day today, so this had to be done– Sae-nyan (or would it be Nyan-ran) goes out to make a friend//

Bonus: a mini Yoo-nyan! ☆

nonsensehelen  asked:

Where did you get Virgil's new sweater I NEED IT!?!?

That was all the work of Joan and Talyn!! They took a regular black hoodie and stitched that costume piece together! They stayed up all night last night just to finish it in time for us to film the last shots this morning!! They are amazing individuals and honestly are too good for me. 💜 So lucky to have them.

anonymous asked:

i saw what you said about burnout in your field, and since i'm in library school right now i was wondering if you had any advice to combating burnout? or maybe how to get an escape plan?

Hopefully you’ll never need an escape plan, because you’ll love LIS and your job. But yes, burnout is a big problem because 1) we work with the public almost constantly and 2) we’re expected to do A LOT and often a very wide variety of tasks.

Tips:

  1. USE YOUR VACATION DAYS. Public servants get a good amount of them for a reason. We need them. I always worked jobs where we had very few days or the company made it really hard to take days off, but it’s so important for librarians to take those days. Even if you don’t have a big trip planned, try to take off even just half a day every month. Take a long weekend every month if you like! Give yourself a break and some time away from work. Even better if you can plan them right after times you know will be stressful.
  2. Make time for the parts of your job you love. Programming and making displays are my favorites, so I try to set aside a good chunk of time to dedicate to these things. Sometimes I’ll spend a whole morning just crafting to test out ideas or make examples for programs and that helps me relax, but also get some joy out of my job.
  3. Hang out with your friends—in and outside of work! Getting along well with your coworkers does wonders, but it’s important to see people you don’t work with, too. Sometimes you just need to NOT talk about work for awhile.
  4. Stop checking your email at home. Seriously. Trust people to take care of things when you’re gone.
  5. Be mindful of how much you can handle. If you’re starting to feel overwhelmed, chances are you’re already doing too much. Do your best to balance the load or spread it out so the most stressful things don’t all happen at once.
  6. Say no. You don’t need to be on EVERY committee. Additionally, be willing to delegate things out and remember that just because something was your idea doesn’t mean you need to be the person to make it a reality. Sometimes you need to pass things off and that’s okay.
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September 19th, 2017

Good morning everyone! This morning is budgeting time, though it’s not Sunday!
I’m going to do some shopping later today with a friend, in the hope to find a replacement for my beloved (but dying) fav pair of shoes (we call them Goldeen, because in French it’s actually Poissirène, as in mermaid, and they’re shining on the back like a mermaid’s tail… anyway).
But guess what? On top of that, my phone is dying too (deep sigh, I’m disappointed in you Samsung), and I might go see a friend in a couple of weeks who lives 3 hrs away from here. In her city, there’s THE shop I’m dying to go to because they actually sell cheap glasses, and I’d love to change my glasses as well… Oh, and did I say my friends wanted us to spend All Saints Holiday in Ireland? Yeah… Plus add to that mandatory Christmas shopping and three of my relatives’ birthdays in the coming months. 
So budgeting it is!

You’re Drunk

SMUT SMUT SMUT enough said.

~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~

Warning: smut, just that.

You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.

You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was. 

“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.

“Yeh should’ve come.”

“I hate most people there.”

His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.

“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.

“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.

“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.

“You think?”

“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck. 

You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.

“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy. 

“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.

“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”

“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.

“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”

You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.

“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.

“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.

“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober. 

“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.

“You need to sleep.”

“M’not tired.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.

You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.

“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative. 

“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.

You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.

“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard. 

“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“ 

"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face. 

“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes. 

“Yeah, are you?” 

“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”

You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.

“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.

“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?” 

“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”


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