and my mums business is good

Jamie and I just remembered that we can actually show this now. 

I had my 40th last year, and My mum asked Jamie if he could do something. He, Matt and Clayton did this.

Honestly, when I was given it, I was enormously emotional. As in, not really able to talk for a good five minutes. It wasn’t just that it was a lovely thing to do - but that I knew how incredibly busy they all were, and that they somehow found the time to do something so absolutely exquisite. 

Team WicDiv is the best team and I will fight anyone who says otherwise, even though I am old and weak.



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“For me, acting as a child was just a good experience. I became independent at quite a young age because from the age of 16 my mum was, like, “I’m not chaperoning you any more,” so I was off getting trains and staying in hotels and learning how to deal with the business. I didn’t rebel as a teenager and I think that’s probably why – because I didn’t really have anything to rebel against. I already had my own life outside school as well.”

This year on Tumblr:
  • Flappy Bird
  • Oscar Selfie
  • Frozen
  • Denny’s tumblr
  • Tumblr virus
  • Girl gets hit with shovel
  • Kim K: Hollywood
  • I’m in me mum’s car
  • Dashcon’s ball pit
  • None of My Business Kermit
  • Orange Is The New Black
  • Parks and Rec
  • Kid on crack
  • It’s a metaphor
  • I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • Skeleton War
  • Guardians of the Galaxy
  • Malala Yousafzai
  • Robin Williams
  • Ferguson Protests
  • #blacklivesmatter
  • Steal the look
  • Taylor Swift’s new album
  • I crave that mineral
  • The last meme of 2014

This week Mum and I have been busy! We had to go to our new house on Thursday and wait for the skip to arrive. That was fun to watch! A big truck and a strange man dropped it. Then Mum and Dad started to fill it with smelly carpet and other yucky things I wasn’t allowed to touch.

Guess what! Tomorrow (March 3rd) is my 2nd birthday!! I hope I get some good treats, after all this is my last birthday as an only child. Soon the baby will be here! I hope my litter brothers and sisters are having a good birthday week and have been spoilt too!

I’ve got a lot of good people around me. I’m very fortunate to have Derby as a home and good strong influences all the way through my life, and I’ve got a very clear perspective of where I wanna end up and what I want out of life. I just wanna have a good family man, a nice woman by my side. Nice digs and I want to have set my Mum and sister up nicely too. I want to work for the right reasons, keep my morals about me, just base all my decisions on the ethics of the project itself and the story it’s telling. My ambition is to be regarded as one of the best in the business.

Amore - Part 1

A/N: This was nicely finished in time for my blog’s birthday and recently hitting 3k wow good timing 

Summary: ((based on my own prompt go me)) Dan’s Italian and can’t speak English, and Phil’s English and can’t speak Italian, and they have to figure out a way to communicate. 


“For just a few days? Please?” Phil’s mum stood in the doorway of his room, staring at him from under her spectacles. “I wasn’t to know this business trip was going to crop up so suddenly.”
Phil gave her a reluctant glare from under his fringe, followed by a sigh. “Can’t you take him with you, or something?”
“Hardly!” She scoffed at the idea of a confused Italian teenager wandering around Thomson Airlines HQ, waiting for her to get out of the series of meetings she had to attend to.
“But I’m not a bloody polyglot!” Phil protested. “How am I supposed to speak to him? Through Google Translate?”
Phil’s mum rolled her eyes. “I’m sure he must speak some English.”
“How are you sure?” Phil tested her. “Because if he doesn’t, I’m not looking after him.”
“Oh, Phil, come on…” Phil’s mum frowned. “Don’t be so irrational.”
“I’m not being irrational. I’d just like to have some decent communication. If anything, that’s fair.”
Phil‘s mum paused. “You have that Italian phrasebook, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah, like that’ll solve all the language barrier issues.” Phil scoffed cruelly.

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A year gone.

It’s now been over a year since my mother, and friend Claudio passed away. Both memories I’d rather not have to re-live, but here we are.

What is it about anniversaries and the effect they have on our emotions? Happy anniversaries that make us swoon, and the horrible ones that burn dates into our minds and leaves a sour taste in our mouths. Why are we so attached to them? Is it a way to remember, or something less sentimental and more primal?

You’ll be glad to know that on my mother’s death anniversary I had a good day. I decided not to fly home and spend it with my family, but rather keep myself busy with friends and positivity. Making a special trip, flying across the country for such an event doesn’t leave much room to be feeling okay. That’s why I didn’t go.

But even now I miss them. I miss both Mum and Claudio beyond belief. They’d be very proud of how I’m doing though. Fuck, I’m proud with how I’m doing! I’m an awfully well put-together emotionally unstable mess, but I’m doing great. That’s all anyone needs to know.


For me, acting as a child was just a good experience. I became independent at quite a young age because from the age of 16 my mum was, like, “I’m not chaperoning you any more,” so I was off getting trains and staying in hotels and learning how to deal with the business. I didn’t rebel as a teenager and I think that’s probably why – because I didn’t really have anything to rebel against. I already had my own life outside school as well.

The Importance of Chop 

Hey guys, two or so days ago I took Gillie to the vet for the first time. I was asked about his toys, other pets in the house, the foraging opportunities, his diet and his supplements (meaning fruit and veggies). Everything was perfect, his chlamydia test was negative, his poop was fine, but when they did the throat swab they found that in his crop was an overabundance of good flora, or good bacteria. Normally there is a 90/10 balance of good to bad bacteria, and the bad bacteria, such as e.coli which is found in human stomachs as well, is extremely important at being competition for other bad bacteria which may enter the bird’s system. 

An overabundance of good flora is either caused by sickness, or too much sugar. I knew immediately which of the two was causing the overabundance. 

In my house, I have two working parents and a fruit bowl which is always full. My mum is very health conscious, but very busy, and when they cook dinner they don’t remember that there is a fifth member of the family. It’s easier for me to quickly chop up half a banana into little pieces everyday than it is to grab a stick of broccoli, boil it, and then chop it up everyday. 

After I’d seen the vet, I knew it was time to change this habit. Yes, he ate banana, apple, pear and rarely mandarin (don’t feed this too often! the acidity isn’t healthy) readily, but if it mixed with signals that could tell me whether or not he was sick it wasn’t worth it. So instead I found a “chop builder”; 

And his first batch of chop included: Broccoli, Brussel Sprouts, Cauliflower, Bok Choy, Carrot, Zucchini, Apple and Parsley. Once I ate some and made a big deal out of it he went straight into the bowl and had a bit himself, and has been eating some most of the past couple of days. Success!

So this means, instead of chopping up fresh fruit everyday, I can feed chop and keep the fresh fruit as a treat. Batches last up to a week, and should be tossed out afterwards, but it does mean spending an hour or two chopping up the food finely enough that its really luck of the draw whether or not he gets an apple piece… which is exactly what I want! 

Next food change is reducing the amount of seeds he gets. He loves seed, and was weaned onto a seed/pellet diet, which I still provide. Now that I’ve seen he does indeed eat pellets, its time to reduce the seed mix till it’s gone! Healthier days here we come!

Father's Worst Nightmare [Ashton]


Pairing: Ashton


Word Count: 905

Rating: PG-13

Father’s Worst Nightmare: Ashton Imagine

[Aria is the daughter’s name - you can imagine another name if you like]

[Ashton’s Pov]

I was sitting on the couch with Aria, we were watching some show she wanted to watch.

My phone began to ring, Aria raised her eyebrows “Who’s calling you at this hour of the night?”

I shrugged my shoulders, pulling my phone out of pocket.

I smiled as it read Y/N’s name, “It’s your mum.”

 “Hey baby, how’s the business trip going?”

Y/N answered yawning “It’s been good, but tiring. How’s it going at home? I hope the house hasn’t burnt down yet.”

I laughed “Everything’s good, the house hasn’t burnt down for your information.”

She laughed “I’m glad. How’s Aria?”

“Here I’ll put the phone on loudspeaker.”

Aria grinned “Hi mum!”

“Hey sweetie, how are you?”

“I’m good, when are you coming home mum? All dad makes is chicken and broccoli.”

Y/N laughed “I should be home in two days. He only makes that because that’s the only thing he knows how to make. If he makes it again, there’s frozen pizza in the freezer.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling “I’m trying to give our daughter a healthier option Y/N.”

“By cooking the same thing for over a week? That’s boring Ash.” Y/N said with a giggle.

“See dad! Even mum agrees with me. What flavour pizza is it mum?” Aria asked.

“Pepperoni, your favourite. Is it okay if I talk to your dad for a bit sweetie?”

Aria nodded “Okay, bye mum I love you.”

“I love you too Aria.”

I took my phone off loud speaker, walking into the next room “Me again.”

Y/N told me “I forgot to tell you, Aria has an appointment with the gynecologist tomorrow.”

“And when were you planning on telling me this?”

“I’m sorry Ash, I thought I was going to be home for it.”

I sighed “Out of all days, you had to make the appointment tomorrow. Can’t you reschedule it so you’re the one going with her?”

“This gynecologist is really good. She’s one of Australia’s best. We’d have to wait another year for me to go with her, she’s already booked for the rest of this year.”

“Do you know how awkward this is going to be for me?” I pouted.

Y/N laughed “You’re pouting right now aren’t you?  It’s not like you’re going in with her, you’re just taking her.”

I sighed in relief “Thank god.”

She giggled “Okay babe, I need to go. I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“Good night baby, I love you.”

“I love you too Ash. Have fun tomorrow.”

I rolled my eyes “I’m sure I’ll have a ball.”


My arm was slung around Aria’s shoulder as we walked into reception “Hi, my daughter has an appointment today?”

The receptionist asked “Aria Irwin is it?”

I nodded “Yep, that’s right.”

The receptionist pointed over to the chairs “Okay, have a seat. Dr Kennedy shouldn’t be too long.”

We took a seat I asked Aria “Excited for your first gynecologist appointment?”

Aria looked at her feet “The exact opposite actually, I feel really nervous.”

I kissed the top of her head “That’s normal sweetie.”

She looked up at me, her eyes watering “Do you think you can come in with me dad?”

I sighed, She pleaded “Please dad?”

I gave in “Okay, I’ll go in with you.”

So much for not having to go in with her.

“Miss Aria Irwin?”

I patted Aria’s back “That’s you kiddo, let’s go and get this over and done with.”

Aria sighed, she held my hand as we followed the gynecologist into the office.

The gynecologist told us to have a seat.

She shook my hand “You must be Mr Irwin. I was expecting your wife but that’s okay.”

“Sorry about that, she had to go away for business unexpectedly.”

The gynecologist nodded “That’s fine. So Aria, how are you feeling today?”

Aria answered honestly “A bit nervous actually.”

Dr Kennedy smiled “That’s okay; it’s your first time coming here so that’s completely understandable. I’m going to get one of the awkward questions out of the way before we start? Have you had any sexual intercourse Aria?”

My eyes widened “She has never had sex.” I looked over to Aria “Wait, have you had sex?”

Aria shook her head “Dad, I’m only thirteen. Of course I haven’t.”

I sighed in relief, “Good.”


When we arrived home, a familiar car was parked in the driveway.

When I unlocked the door, Aria raced into the house yelling “Mum!”

I walked into the living room, to see Aria hugging Y/N “Mum! You came home early! When did you come back?”

Y/N smiled “Half an hour ago, we were successful in the meeting today so we were able to come home today. How was seeing the gynecologist sweetie?”

Aria giggled “It was okay I guess. Dad fainted at one stage.”

Y/N laughed “Did your dad have to go in with you?”

Aria nodded “Yeah. It was really funny!”

I rolled my eyes “Funny for you. You should of heard the questions the doctor was asking her!”

Y/N looked up at me “I know how descriptive the questions are Ash, my mum took me to see one when I was Aria’s age. Maybe since you have experience seeing a gynecologist you can take Aria for her next appointment.”

My eyes widened “Hell no, when you make the next appointment make sure you’re home for it.”

Y/N laughed “I’m only teasing. Oh and Aria, we’re having pizza tonight. I’m sure you’re sick of eating broccoli and chicken.”

Aria grinned “Thank god.”

[i know i’ve posted this before, but that was when i first started this account - it’s been edited grammatically and sounds a bit more better x]


Fictional characters who shaped my life (not in any order): Mickey Smith

I never had much interest in Doctor Who, but I watched the premiere of Rose in March 2005 anyway. There had been so much advertising about it, it was impossible to miss. (Doctor Who is big business in Britain). One of the adverts featured Rose talking to us, the audience, about her life. “Should I stay here with my mum, my job, my boyfriend, or should I go off with the Doctor and have adventures?” The answer was obvious. But when I actually watched the show, I saw Mickey and thought, “Oh, that must be the boyfriend. He seems nice. I hope he doesn’t get hurt too much.”


I’ll be the first to admit that Mickey wasn’t a good boyfriend in Rose, not at all. He was self-centered and unmotivated and cowardly - but he wasn’t a bad person, I could tell, so I worried rather more about his wellbeing than I suspect I was supposed to. As Rose and Nine ran gleefully past Big Ben with Mickey still in mortal danger, I remember turning to my dad and asking, “Wait, don’t they care about Ricky or Nicky or whatever his name is?” Heh.

I still don’t know if we were particularly meant to care about Mickey in Series One, or at least the first half of Series One, but I cared about him terribly. I think I wrote the first ever fanfiction with him as the main character (I posted it just before Aliens of London, but I could be wrong on that.) and after that I kept writing, story after story after story. Something about the idea of being the one left behind, the one who totally fucked up their Call To Adventure, massively appealed to me. It still does, in fact. Mickey grew into his Hero’s Journey, but I appreciated that it took him so much time, and that he had so many very human fuck-ups along the way.

Almost ten years on and Mickey’s almost forgotten, even among Doctor Who fans. I don’t think he deserves that, I think he was geniunely one of the best people, companions or not, we ever saw on the show. Think about it- Jackie Tyler spends a year harassing him: Mickey risks his life to save hers, then becomes her best friend. The Doctor spends a good long time calling him ‘the idiot’: Mickey steadfastly ignores him and even becomes his friend too. (Which is more than I would have done, frankly.)

When people ask me who my first Doctor Who Companion was, I say Rose, because, well, the show I came to love opened with her episode. She was a very good and very worthwhile hero. But Mickey Smith, in all his non-heroic, human glory- he was my first companion.

“Stay with me, please?”

Description: A short scenario where you are Namjoon’s little sister who’s dating Yoongi and you hear the news about BTS having to cancel their concert in Japan 

Word Count: 518

Author’s Note: I’m not a writer and this is my first time writing something like this, so it’s probably not very good, but I wanted to try writing something after constantly reading scenarios on Tumblr, so I hope you enjoy my feeble attempt at writing! 


“Hey, Namjoon says they’re back already”

Hearing those words from your mum finally made you stop pacing back and forth before you grabbed your coat and dashed out of the door.

Namjoon was your older brother, and also the leader of BTS. Getting wind of the news that they had to cancel their concert in Japan due to health issues broke your heart - you had heard your brother lament previously how busy they were and how hard they worked, and you couldn’t imagine the pain of having to stand in front of thousands of excited fans and announce that what they waited so eagerly for had to be cancelled. You worried for your brother and the rest of the group, but you worried the most for Min Yoongi.

Having dated Yoongi for 6 months you knew what a perfectionist he was, always wanting to give his fans the best and beating himself up whenever he felt he wasn’t good enough. You knew that despite the rest he should be having now, he would instead spend his time being hard on himself for disappointing the fans.

As you let yourself into the dorm with the key Yoongi had given you, you were greeted with the sight of 6 dejected boys sitting around the coffee table, sighing to themselves. You made your way into the kitchen to scoop out 7 bowls of the warm chicken soup you had prepared for them, when you felt your brother’s presence behind you.

“Hey Y/N, thanks for coming. Go bring a bowl to Yoongi, he’s been in his room since we arrived and he won’t come out. I’ll give out the rest of the bowls to the boys”

Nodding, you carried the bowl of soup towards the room Yoongi shared with Jin, lightly knocking on the door.

“Hyung, I said it already. Please, just leave me alone for a while….”

“Jagi? It’s me. I brought you chicken soup”

Yoongi didn’t respond. Following the silence, you slowly opened the door, making your way to your beloved’s bed. Yoongi had curled himself into a fetal position with his blanket, and you could only sigh at how heartbreaking that sight was. You sat at the edge of his bed, and although he still had his back facing you, you lightly placed a kiss on his cheek, whispering that everything would be okay.

“I’m not hungry” he whispered as you stroked his soft, mint green hair. “It’s my fault, I’m such a disappointment, I couldn’t stay strong enough for the fans. Please, Jagi, I love you but I need some time alone”

“Okay, but please have some food. You need it. And it’s not your fault, Yoongi, you’ve been working so hard and I know the fans will understand.” As much as you wanted to stay with Yoongi, you knew he needed his time alone. Giving him another kiss on his cheek, you began to make your way out of his room.

However, barely taking a step from Yoongi’s bed, you felt warm hands circle around your wrist, taking you by surprise.

“Jagi? Stay with me, please?”


Yesterday was pretty manic so I didn’t get chance to post much. Mum and dad arrived home from visiting my Brother for the first time since he moved to Florida. I got to see all the holiday photos, hear the stories, mums wand from Olivanders 😁 and open late Christmas presents and things that I’d bought from US sites (so I didn’t have to pay customs).

Of course it was a little upsetting, full of nostalgia, wanting to go back there again but maybe this year we will ☺. The good news is I could apply for a Green card in just over a year, maybe I’ll bring Raevolution to the US? 😆💪

I have personalised gym towels with Mickeys on like what even, so cool.

Everything is coming together now, everything. Mum came home and told me I was glowing and my skin looked incredible (thanks low carb). The business I currently work at (my dads) is going to change, Dad feels so much better after his holiday and I just have to get through my PT course and then it will all start happening, just less than 2 months - it’ll fly!

So last night’s dinner was duck and Halloumi salad and I treated myself to a vodka and diet coke (or two!). Leg day today after I finish work then heading out for a long run tomorrow. I’m so proud of myself this week, with food, workouts, how good Adam and I are. Its hard to look back at Christmas and see how really down and out I was I feel so much better in the space of a few days.

Honestly, carbs and junk are bad news, they have a direct and pretty horrifying effect on my mental health.

Back in the game guys, here to win etc etc etc

Intro To Me

So I’ve decided to become a lot more active on here with my studyblur and so on, so I thought it would be a good idea to let anyone who takes an interest in this get to know me and who I am.. to an extent!

My name is Chloe, I’m 18 years old and I’m a first-year student for Business at a local college (UK). I live in Fife, Scotland but I’m actually English. I’ve lived in Scotland for about 9 years I think, I moved here with my mum and my step dad but all of my mum’s family is in Northumbria (where I’m originally from, but no I don’t have a geordie accent). 

When I was in high school, I always wanted to be a criminal psychologist but when I took higher psychology in my final year of high school it kinda put me off. I was good at Business throughout the whole of high school and I found it really easy to understand so I decided to go to college and see if I continue to like it. 

I have no clue what I want to be when I’m older but I think it’ll be in business. I would love to be able to work from home because I’m really family orientated and I can not wait to have kids. But first I am dying for a springer spaniel!

So long story short, that’s a little bit about me before I seriously start with my studyblur. Hopefully, someone found that interesting. If you want to know anything else about me, just ask!

Tagged by @caramelkru​ and @kindclaws to list 5 things I like about myself publicly, then send this to 10 of my favorite followers (non-negotiable) (positivity is cool!). 

As grad school has been keeping me unfortunate amounts of busy (and unfortunate amounts of grumpy) I finally have the time/state of mind to do this :)

  1. I’m independent.
  2. I know how to cook a good number of meals, especially comfort food, which makes me feel like a Real Adult.
  3. I’m glad I have both a ‘sciencey’ side and a ‘artsy’ side (which basically just means I’m a huge nerd about everything, lmao). 
  4. I love my mum, even when we fight.
  5. I’m fiercely loyal to people I love. 

Tagged by @mysticalmagicalpineapple to fill out an about me thing - thanks!! :)

Rules: tag 9 people you would like to know better

Relationship: single

Favorite color(s): lavender, silver, carnation pink, sky blue

Pets: none which is v tragic bc i want a cat so badly

Last song I listened to: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Andy Williams

Favorite TV show: Gilmore Girls

First Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender

Hobbies: Writing, knitting, reading, choreographing dances in my head

Books I’m currently reading: The Name of The Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

lukeysthighs  asked:

I have a trial run for that job I mentioned! I'm working Thursday night, 6-10/11 depending how busy it is🙌🏻 I get £6.50 ($8.11) an hour, and get paid weekly and cash in hand and everyone shares tips each night (it's rlly good pay considering I'm 16). The manager is nice and has dyed hair and an eyebrow bar so ik hair and piercings won't be a problem (luckily bc I just convinced my mum to let me dye my hair rose gold). But Yh 5hrs and £6.50/$8.11/€7.65 an hour isn't too bad

that’s great!! and interesting ??