In my searches for THE TRUTH, I’ve done a lot of listening. I’ve listened to haunted houses to hear ghosts from other dimensions. I’ve listened to radio signals from the cosmos for signs of alien life. But on my most recent quest to help the Crystal Gems, I forgot to listen to someone very important: the Crystal Gems. If you wanna help someone else, you can’t make it all about you - no matter how sweet your KATANA BLADES may be! You gotta listen and help spread their words.
I’ve also learned that HUMANS NEED TO SLEEP. I didn’t sleep for 48 hours and I PASSED OUT FOR DAYS. I woke up on the floor in the foyer of my house. My dad said that’s as far as he could drag me with his bad back. From now on, I’m sticking to my normal schedule of 16 hours of sleep a night.
Anyway, if you’re in Beach City, come grab a Ronalphlet and learn how you can help the Crystal Gems!
I’m finally back. I’m really sorry for the long hiatus friends - I’ve been extremely sick for a while (and in the hospital), and for the past week and a half I’ve been working 14hr days to catch up with my work.
I promise I haven’t abandoned you (like everyone seems to be speculating) and I never would. I’m not ‘procrastinating’ either. I’m also sorry if it’s been ‘annoying’ that I haven’t posted. I’m trying my best, I swear.
((I’ve had a lot of chapter 25 finished for a while now, but haven’t posted it because I’ve been getting messages this last month telling me that I should just not post chapters if they’re ‘too short’?))
I’m planning to get chapter 25 out either Thursday or Friday, and then we’ll be back to a normal schedule. I should be able to get you a preview tomorrow as well. (I’m hoping there’s still some interest in YCPfE.)
I will also do my best to catch up with messages and everything else. Thanks for sticking with me. ❤️💕
Hey, blossoms! There are times when we get ill, which is perfectly natural. To be honest, I am currently sick, so this is kind of a refined version of my thoughts from a few days ago. I was worried about missing school, and I thought that some ideas I have could help you!
The most important thing to do when you’re sick is to take care of yourself and get better. This may mean putting your studies aside, but health always comes first. Here’s some tips:
- Certain types of tea, like chamomile and ones with lemon, can soothe sore throats.
- (Side note: I’ve heard that marshmallows are also able to help sore throats because of the gelatin they contain, but that may not be true and I don’t have a credible source for it.)
- Make sure you drink lots of fluids, like juice, milk, and most importantly, water! One of my personal faves is Tang, which is this orange powder that you dissolve in water. It used to be really big in America a while ago but I don’t know widespread it is elsewhere.
- Try to shower regularly if you’re congested because the steam will clear out your sinuses.
- If you can’t shower regularly, nasal rinses will work just fine too! You can get a system for that at your local pharmacy. (There’s also this thing you can do where you fill a sink with hot water, put a towel over it, and stick your head underneath the towel. This allows the steam to build up, which means you can decongest a little.)
- Medicate regularly!! Check the directions on whatever type of medication you’re taking to see when it wears off and set a timer so you can stay on top of it. This will help your recovery process along a bit faster. However, DO NOT ABUSE MEDICATION. Take only as much as is prescribed because taking too much can actually be worse for your health.
- If you’re on antibiotics, make sure to eat well because antibiotics are designed to take out all types of bacteria within the body, even the good ones in your digestive system. (I’d personally recommend eating foods with fiber and protein and staying away from dairy if you can. That’s just my personal experience! It may be different for other people.)
- Get some rest!! You may want to catch up on your studies but you’ll be able to catch up quicker and understand material better if you’re well rested.
So, you’re feeling alright and ready to begin making up work. Where do you begin?
- Here’s someposts on catching up after being away for a while (note some of these are travel based, but there’s still some good information in there)
- Email your teachers! Text your classmates! Ask for notes, for homework, and for additional help if you’re unclear about what’s going on.
- If you’re feeling well enough, you could run in to your classes in order to get the homework and briefly conference with your teachers, but it’s always best to make sure you’re not contagious or feeling poorly before doing so. Email is pretty much just as effective.
- Start small. Trying to catch up on all your work in one day is never good. Try to do the work for maybe one class, and if you’re feeling well enough, do another.
- Do what’s most important first. If you’re in a group project and they’re waiting for your input on a presentation or something else, get that in ASAP. Don’t affect the grades of others with your illness.
returning to class
As you return to your usual schedule, here are some things to note:
- Before going back to class, ensure you’re in a good place mentally and physically. For example, if you’re still running a fever or you still feel very ill, take some more time and wait.
- Make sure your study space is functional so that you can begin to return back to your normal schedule. The desk reflects the mind.
- Keep up on your fluids! If you’re still a little under the weather or you haven’t finished that course of antibiotics, keep taking those meds!
- Don’t be hard on yourself if you don’t understand something. Being gone is hard. Ask for help and self-advocate.
- If you’re on a sports team or doing some other strenuous activity, it’s okay to take a couple more days away from that to let your body recover completely.
- The most important thing is to take it easy, even after you’re well enough to come back to class. If you overwork yourself while still recovering, that can lead to backslide, so please be careful!!
I hope this will be useful, darlings!! Take care of yourselves and remember that so many people are rooting for you to do well, including me :]
Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meeet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.
Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.
93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.” 94. “I had a bad dream again.” Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: angsty reader
Word Count: 3093
Author’s Note: Ah fuck. I sort of hate this but I just need to post it to get it out of my head, so here you go. Enjoy the angst. I’ll post part 2 tonight when I get to my next hotel.
Side note, please do not interpret this as me advising taking careless late night walks. Be safe, know your surroundings if you must.
You’d always been a night owl, preferring the quiet dark when everyone was asleep over the busy days in too small a home with too many people. You liked the calm stillness that fell at night when everything finally just… stopped.
For poor baby Seth because he’s hurt and needs to be out of action and i feel like he needs some loving and TLC. (no, not tables, ladders, and chairs) Also for my lovely @lunatichuganomics I hope you like it babes!
These were always the moments you looked forward to. You didnt care that it was the middle of the night, the cold night air making you shiver as you walked into the airport to greet your love.
He had given you all the details to his flight per your request. He wouldve rather had you not wait for him in the middle of an empty airport by yourself, knowing how much of freeze baby you were and also the whole ‘alone’ part but you refused, him knowing you just wanted to see him as soon he got home after being away for so long.
Hello friends and thanks for being there, if you still are there :) if not, well for you wherever you are, good choice. Maybe I shouldn’t be here also, there’s a lot of interesting things out there. Welcome, new followers, glad to see you here.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the messages and the good wishes while I’ve been out. Thanks also for all the reblogs made in my abssence.
A lot of things have happened, all kind of things, good and not so good, and I’m been thinking about posting it all here, but I changed my mind. So, lets say a lot of things happened, included a very serious flu and a lot of work, but now I’m feeling better and I’m back at my normal schedule. I’ve got a sigma 10/20 for my birthday but I haven’t had free time enough to test it and experiment with it, but I had some photos made with my old objetive and I’ll be posting them untill the new sigma is tested.
I’m happy to be back. Hope you enjoy some of my photos.
Sorry, anon, you were probably looking for, IDK, orgasms, but please instead have some soulmate AU angst (of the type where soulmates share dreams, unless you’re Jon, who took the night shift specifically to avoid his soulmate):
One more hour, Jon tells himself. One more and that’s it. The problem is, there’s nothing conducive to staying awake about desk work late at night. Or rather early in the morning. If he worked first or second shift, then he could go on patrol, interview people, do something interesting. Something active. Sometimes that does happen in the third shift, but not always, and not tonight. Tonight has been one hundred percent paperwork and boredom. People are always surprised when Jon tells them how much policework is just paperwork.
“Time for trash can basketball,” Pyp announces, slapping Jon on the back. “Unless you want to take a nap?” he adds, eyeing Jon.
Jon shakes his head adamantly. No napping. He’s made that mistake before. Even just a few minutes of overlap is a few too many. He rubs his hands together, mimes enthusiasm. “You just want me to take a nap because then you won’t have any real competition.”
Pyp whoops and everyone gathers around the trash can in shuffles of varying awake-ness. It’s a familiar game: they all take turns tossing crumpled paper balls into the can from increasing distances. If you miss, you lose and you’re out.
It’s a dumb game, but Jon likes the third shift guys he works with. Most are rookies stuck with the night shift until they work their way up. They’ll be glad to get out of here, to get back to a normal sleeping schedule and back to dreaming with their soulmates. Captain Mormont is always bugging Jon about moving up, getting off the career-killing graveyard shift, but Jon dug in his heels years ago: he works nights or he quits. Others are more like Jon. Cotter Pyke hates his soulmate’s guts and never wants to dream with them. Uncle Benjen, who led the night shift when Jon started at the station, didn’t have a soulmate at all. Neither did Ygritte, which had been at least part of what attracted Jon to her: that she did her own thing, was beholden to no one. That’s what Jon says, too, when people ask. They always do, especially when they learn he works at night and offer their sympathies. That must be so difficult. How lonely. You poor thing.
But Jon knows otherwise. What’s actually difficult is when he fucks up and nods off at his desk, and he’s catapulted into her dreams. Even catching a glimpse of her makes him see red–ha, ha. His body has learned to jerk awake at the first sign of her dark auburn hair. It was especially hard when she was in college and went to the occasional party, staying up late and sleeping in late enough to catch up with him. Sometimes she was still drunk enough that she tried to explain–as if he hadn’t understood her disappointment in him for exactly what it was–but in a drunk, self-absorbed, rambling way that made it clear nothing about her had really changed. He spent many of those Saturdays perpetually exhausted from trying to avoid her. Recently, too.
Grenn wins trash can basketball, like he always does–it’s his reach, Pyp claims, every single time, and argues they should institute a special penalty for him and giants like him–and by the time Jon looks at a clock again, it’s almost time to go. He and Sam organize everything to hand off to the day shift and head out together, Jon tugging down his sunglasses as they step outside.
“You’ve been more tired than usual lately,” Sam observes.
Sam’s the only one who knows about his soulmate and why he avoids her, so Jon admits the truth. “She’s started taking naps in the afternoon. It’s messing with me.”
“Maybe she wants to talk to you.”
Jon gives a short laugh. “About what? Everything’s been said.” There’s been some mistake. It can’t be you. It just can’t.
Sam gives a shrug, not committing to Jon’s interpretation of events. It’s annoying, but also very Sam in a way that makes Jon fond. Sam’s a nice guy. Nicer than him, for sure. Good at keeping an open mind, and unwilling to judge strangers on the words of friends. Jon respects that. In a weird way, he thinks that might be the reason he told Sam in the first place. As much as the memory of their first dream together makes him grind his teeth, Jon isn’t interested in a bunch of people who don’t know her, even his friends, bagging on her. Even if they would say all the things he’s thought in the past (what a bitch).
“There are people who think there aren’t any pre-existing connections between soulmates at all,” Sam offers.
Jon frowns. “How would that work?”
“They suggest that who we dream with may just be random–that people make connections based on the dreams, not because of fate or the gods or any other outside force.”
“That’s unexpectedly nihilistic of you. Don’t let Gilly hear you say that.” Jon laughs.
“I didn’t say I agreed with it,” counters Sam. “But–I don’t think it’s nihilistic at all. It’s all about what we make of it, isn’t it? We already know having a soulmate doesn’t predestine you for a life full of happiness and perfection. Case in point.” He gestures toward Jon, though he looks a little apologetic as he does.
“Hey, now,” Jon protests. “My life is just fine, thanks.”
Sam’s look is skeptical, but he doesn’t push on that front. “I’m only saying, maybe you should resolve whatever it is between you. Maybe you’re not going to get married and have five kids and live happily ever after–lots of soulmates don’t, you know, they’re best friends or mortal enemies or just someone who changes your life–but if you’re nothing to each other, that’s on you too.”
“That was her choice.”
“Yours too. You sort of let her make it, didn’t you? And you’ve avoided every opportunity to change it.”
Jon scowls. “That’s assuming she does want to talk to me at all, remember? Maybe she just really likes naps.”
“Naps are wonderful,” Sam allows, letting the subject go. “Gilly takes them in the afternoon with the baby, while I’m asleep too. It’s nice.”
“Well, go on then, enjoy your perfect life.” Jon waves Sam up to his apartment building, and smiles to take the sting out. “You deserve it.”
Sam’s words stick with Jon on his way home, churning. Four bus stops take Jon to his place, and to blissful, uninterrupted, dreamless sleep.
“She’s been here for a while. Only wanted to speak to you,” Pyp explains as Jon comes in the next day, bleary-eyed with his red-eye coffee.
“They didn’t call me?”
“She said she was happy to wait. Wouldn’t talk to anyone else.” Pyp shrugs. “Get this, though, she’s a total babe. I didn’t know you knew any babes, Snow.”
Jon tries to think of who it could be, and fails. “What’s her name?”
“Wouldn’t tell us. Weird, right? But we patted her down. She doesn’t have anything to kill you with, we’re pretty sure.”
It is pretty weird, he has to admit. Until he rounds the corner into the bullpen and sees her sitting by his desk and understands exactly why she didn’t tell anyone her name. The coffee slips from his hand and spatters on the floor as Jon, only dimly aware, sees a face he hasn’t seen in ten years but in the occasional dream.
She looks less surprised to see him. “Hi, Jon.” Sansa gives him a small, sad smile. “I need your help with something.”
I have three days of Retales all written up. One will be up in about twenty minutes, one will be up at 8 EST tonight, and one will be up tomorrow night at 8 EST. After that everything will be back to its normal schedule. Thank you all for your patience and support.
04.03.2017 // After having to go to meetings all week to deal with graduation and fellowships apps I finally can get back to my normal schedule. Happy to get up early and be free to work on my papers! 👏🏻👏🏻☕️📚📖
Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.
Genre: Mafia AU
Word Count: 1,177
“Come on, (Y/N), that wasn’t fair!”
“It totally was, Jungkook, so stop having a bitch fit because of it!” You yelled as you viciously murdered Jungkook’s character for what seemed like the millionth time since you started playing.
It has been a couple of weeks since your very eventfuldate with Jackson and life had pretty much gone back to normal. You still texted Jackson often, but, due to his busy schedule, you two haven’t been able to plan another date. And now, unfortunately, you were left to spend your free time with the bunny looking piece of shit, also known as Jeon Jungkook.
“I’m bored, Kookie, let’s go do something else,” You whined throwing yourself on the floor beside Jungkook.
“Like what?” He replied, still staring at the television screen.
“I don’t know, let’s just go outside and walk around. You know, like normal human beings.”
“Sounds like a load of bullshit.”
“Come on, Jungkook, I always beat your bitch ass at this game anyways! Let’s go do something else,” you said as you practically threw yourself on Jungkook.
“Oh. My. God. Fine, let’s go outside and eat,” Jungkook said in an annoyed tone.
You smiled victoriously as he stood up to put on his shoes. You walked over to his front door and waited patiently.
“Where do you want to go, loser?” Jungkook asked as he came back from his room.
“Let’s go eat, man, I’m hungry,” you said, rubbing your stomach as you followed him out the door.
“When are you not hungry?” He said, giggling.
“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.”
You two ended up at a small cafe near Jungkook’s apartment. Overall, the cafe had a nice atmosphere; it made you feel at home. It was a small building with you and Jungkook being one of the few customers. You walked over to one of the empty tables and sat down, motioning for Jungkook to follow.
“So, (Y/N), how are things going with Jackson?” Jungkook looked at you teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Not so loud, Jungkook!” you said leaning over and slapping your hand over Jungkook’s mouth.
“What do you mean ‘not so loud’, (Y/N)? We’re legit surrounded by a bunch of strangers, what are the chances of someone actually knowing who he is?” Jungkook said pushing your hands away from him.
He was right. You had been paranoid ever since your date with Jackson. Especially after he said that you were forever involved with the mafia. Even though you knew perfectly that you shouldn’t let what Jackson said to you control your life (let’s be honest, it’s been weeks since you’ve last seen the guy!), but you still managed to think about that night whenever your mind wanders. At times you stay up late, thinking about your determination to get answers from Jackson, would you have been better off being oblivious to Jackson’s occupations and the troubles that await you?
“Uh… well, you never know, Jungkook! Jackson is a very popular man, he probably knows at least one of these hoes!” You exclaim, your face reddening.
“Hoes? What the hell (Y/N)!” Jungkook bursts out laughing.
You hide your face in your hands, completely embarrassed. At least you turned the conversation around, who knows what might’ve happened if Jungkook had started trying to get you to tell him about your date with Jackson. He had been trying to get all the details from you for weeks, but you had stayed strong and refused to tell him any details.
“Come on, loser, stop being such a baby and talk to meeeeee.”
“Wow, what a surprise, Jeon Jungkook wants attention,” You say, the sarcasm evident in your voice.
“Fight me, you conceited lit-” Jungkook’s insult was interrupted by his ringtone.
“We will continue this conversation in a bit,” He gave you a smirk before scurrying outside to pick up the phone.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” Jungkook answered the phone quietly.
His personality completely flipped the second he stepped outside. This had to be an important call, right? He needed to make himself seem serious if he wanted to keep his job. After all, it paid well and he actually enjoyed it, unlike all of his other jobs.
“Hey, Kook, let’s hang out today,” This threw Jungkook off guard, making him choke on air while the deep voice on the other end chuckled.
“Yeah, why, Kook? Got other plans?”
“Well, kind of, I’m with a friend right now, so it would be really suspicious if I suddenly left them by themselves, wouldn’t it?”
“Then why don’t I join you two? I need to spend some time with you, Kook, it’s been a while.”
“Really that’s it? Wow, you almost made me piss my pants, man,” Jungkook giggled.
“I’ll be at your place in an hour, be ready,” the voice chuckled, ending the call.
You looked up from your phone to see Jungkook sitting down.
“Who was that?” You smirked, thinking it was a new girlfriend.
“A friend from work, (Y/N), calm down.”
“Wow, feisty today, aren’t we? What did they want?”
“Speaking of what he wanted, is it cool if he joins us once we get back to my apartment?” He looked up at you, begging with his bunny-like eyes.
“Of course, I was getting bored of you anyways.”
“FIGHT ME, (Y/N)!” He yelled standing up on his chair.
“Shit, Jungkook, calm down!” You exclaimed tugging on his ridiculously strong arm.
Other than that moment, your lunch went pretty well, maybe because you were excited to finally meet some of Jungkook’s work friends. He always seemed hesitant to tell you about them, let alone meet them. Because of this, your theory about Jungkook being a male stripper stayed strong since his work friends could possibly be very… kinky.
You and Jungkook walked back to his place, insulting each other every other minute, making you burst into a fit of giggles.
“Wow, didn’t know you were such an asshole, Jungkook,” You giggled, playfully hitting him.
“Guess you’re rubbing off on me,” Jungkook smirked as you pushed him.
As you two got to Jungkook’s door you could hear music coming from inside. You looked at Jungkook with confusion, was that the friend he had talked about? How did he get into his house?
“I gave him an extra key,” Jungkook said as if he could read your mind.
Jungkook knocked on the door loudly so it could be heard over the music. The music was shut off and all you could hear were big, heavy footsteps coming towards the door.
“Don’t worry, (Y/N), he’s really chill. You’ll love him, possibly more than Jackson.”
You rolled your eyes at the last part and decided to ignore it. You opened your mouth to answer him when the door flew open, and you literally choked. No joke, you almost died once you saw who was at the door in skinny jeans and a t-shirt.
It was V.
A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACKKCKCKCKCWJICNDONFRF *dies* sry for the long wait I’ve been working on like a million projects, but I’ve decided to finally just procrastinate and pay attention to you children ::::)
Look, you “project auspicion” anon, I didn’t answer your messages because they’re all just one stupid joke. I turned off anon because it was getting annoying and you weren’t getting the hint that I was not interested in playing along anymore. It’s obvious harassment by this point and I’m not freaking interested in carrying on a relationship with you either. Just leave me alone and stop harassing people.
And to whoever submitted me this messagepostmarked as having come from my little sister’s e-mail:
It’s fair to say, that I’ve been feelin’ a little down these past few days. And because of that I haven’t really been in the mood to write, so I apologise for the lack of story updates :( However, I have been working on a lovely little house in Windenburg- that I am absolutelyin love with. I haven’t decided exactly how yet, but it’s definitely being worked into the story. It’s still a complete WIP but I’m already really fond of it!!
I’ve really enjoyed taking a little break from writing to enjoy some of the other things I love about the Sims 4- eg. building!! I used to love to build and decorate, but lately I just haven’t had the time. As nice as it has been, I’m itching to get back to posting the story! I’m hoping to update tomorrow, but if not, I definitely will Sunday. Then after that we’ll be back to our usual schedule (normally 1 post a day.)
I also want to thank youall for the wonderful asks and messages I’ve received these past few days, you make me all so happy :’) There was a point where I considered disabling anon asks because of a negative ask I received (i’m super sensitive I’m sorry)but you’ve made me realise how silly I was being; I have the sweetest followers and I shouldn’t allow rude anons to get me down!! So yes, Sandy will be back to her usual self from now on!!