anywhere you go i’ll follow you down

Jeff brought the mail in with him, kicking off his shoes as he stepped inside out of the blistering heat. “Hey! There’s mail!” He dropped his keys on Christopher’s kitchen cabinet, juggling a large box and several magazines. Setting everything down, he peeked at the name on the heavy box.

Kent Parson.

“Parse! There’s a box here for you!” Jeff yelled. He opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke. Cracking it open, Jeff leaned on the counter. The soda’s acid-sweet taste burned in his mouth.

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loving her was always sacrifice: burn and burn until there’s nothing left, not even ash. the sweet sting of blisters and skin scarred from too much heat. she was fire, and i had been warned since i was small not to get too close to such heat, but i never learned my lesson about playing with flames.
—  abby, day 275 // prompt for anon


Imagine Stiles and Derek each dreaming up these wild fantasies of what they thought their first kiss would be: a blistering passionate mess of relieved sexual tension. But when it came down to it, they were both so scared and so pensive that their first kiss was the most passive, tender kiss: perfect.

reyes-of-sunshine  asked:

“Are you fucking insane!?” reyder?

I’m sorry this was so late! 

But as requested, Scott x Reyes ficlet! I hope I did them justice D:

Sunrise in the Badlands had a rather special flair for Scott. For one, the uniformly cobalt blue of Kadara’s horizon seemed unfazed by the pinkish glow of a sunrise whispering against the trailing darkness of night. The air had a biting and crisp coolness so typical of a planet with a thinner stratosphere. He breathed it in, letting the frigid air blister against the heat of his lungs. At one hundred percent viability, the sulfurous lakes were no longer so dangerously sulfurous, but instead almost purified save for the ossified detritus hovering on the lake’s surface. Reyes ambled about the jagged shoreline, stopping short of a stalagmite formation barring further passage.

“No,” came Scott’s chiding response. He shook his head with something of an incredulous grin. “No way we’re doing this.” 

“Relax,” Reyes countered, stressing the final syllable with a cavalier tone. “I tested it just yesterday.” His hands already fiddled around for his vest as if the question hanging in the air had already been answered.

“Are you fucking insane!?” Scott shook his head and lay flat palm over his forehead. “Wait… please don’t answer that.” He planted his feet firmly on the ground as if his own stubbornness could somehow move an otherwise immovable object.

Reyes merely chuckled. Almost rid entirely of his accouterments, he quirked a brow as he motioned to remove the rest of his clothing. “Suit yourself,” he said shrugging.

The Pathfinder, on the other hand, for once found himself timid. “Yeah I’d rather not have my skin melted off?” 

Given his penchant for pithy retorts, Scott half expected Reyes to counter, but he instead maintained a tight lipped grin as his eyes focused in the other direction - to the now glittering waves of the lake before them. His torso was bare, reddened by dawn’s copperish hue. He stood as if mesmerized by the gentle lull of a waveless shore. “Gorgeous isn’t it?” His words were muted into a breathless whisper.

“Now where have I heard that before?” Scott remained a short distance behind, watching as Govorkam’s star cast small shadows over the grooves and scars of Reyes’s back. An incoming breeze seemed to goad him further, closer to the jagged peaks jutting into the waters.

“There was a time,” Reyes began, “when my family lived by the water.” He kept his gaze off to the distance, as if endlessly hypnotized by the other side.

Scott ambled closer, almost brushing shoulders with him. “You never told me about your family,” he spoke with gentille caution, as if afraid that the mere acknowledgment would cause the more elusive man to clam up and to never speak of it again.

But much to his surprise, Reyes simply sighed - an exhalation that sang of relief rolling from his shoulders. “It was a long time ago. I was very different then.” A look of resolve left lines on his face. One could only glimpse a trace of the devilish smile that was once there. An air of contemplation seemed to hold sway, and the idleness of the following moments had both men staring lost into the cerulean sight of a lake no longer hissing with venomous fumes. Only the sound of undisturbed waters meekly lapping against placid rocks filled the otherwise soundless sunrise. “But enough about me.”

Reyes suddenly hooked an arm around Scott’s waist, pulling him closer. Scott let a low chuckle cut into the dexterous motions as he let himself be swept away. “Aw, but I was just beginning to enjoy you,” he said, proud of the shabby one-liner he barely scraped together in time.

Of course, the cavalier smuggler didn’t mind. In fact, he found it rather amusing. “There’ll be time for that,” he said in a low growl. Reyes pressed his forehead against him, the corner of his mouth brushing against the ridge beneath Scott’s nose. 

Scott could almost laugh. He wondered why, amidst the golden glow of a rising sun as they overlooked a gorgeous lake, they treaded around the delicate motions of a kiss. His impulsiveness got to the best of him, and soon his own hands wrapped around Reyes, waiting to close in.

“Ready?” Reyes suddenly murmured. 

“Wait wha-”

There was barely any time for a reaction when Reyes suddenly tightened his grip around Scott and whipped over the precipice. Suddenly the ground disappeared from his feet, and a breathless cry flitted through his lips. The thrilling weightlessness of the air right before the their bodies felt the tug of gravity made his stomach sink deeper into his body. The high of a free fall whistled low into his ears, and the two hit the brisk slap of a cool water’s now tempestuous surface. Soon all sound plummeted into a void as the clear sanguinary hue of a bright sunrise darkened into bluish depths. Bubbles rose in columns around him, and for a while all Scott could see and feel was Reyes’s hand clinging to his arm.

Scott felt the water push him to the surface, breathing through as he breathed back the cool air in sporadic bursts. “ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!” The once rhetorical question found a more sincere iteration in the grave moment of his shock. His arms splashed about, suddenly worried that the very weight of his armor would plunge him back in.

Reyes reappeared thereafter, but more gracefully breaking the surface as he threw his head back in the air. Gentle ripples trailed the swift paddling of his arms. The still panicking Scott scurried through the water after him, still enraged and deathly afraid that his skin would melt off at a moment’s notice.

“Relax,” he teased in a repeated yet nonetheless gentler tone. A slow laughter rolled through his throat in between hitched breaths. “Fun, right?”

The more fatalistic disbelief lining Scott’s face hinted at a much more different concern. “‘Fun’ is the most inaccurate description I can think of right now.” His hands padded against the waves, disturbing the limpid surface as it foamed around him. 

In a few deft strokes, Reyes swam closer and held Scott in a more steadied embrace as they floated aimlessly in the lake. A halcyon breezed seemed to silence the panic of the moment, letting the two catch their breaths so soon after an unexpected dive. “Don’t worry,” he said, in a hoarse yet reassuring voice. “I got you.”

“I hope so because if I-”

A long awaited kiss cut through his terrified words. Scott could feel the warmth of his breath, the softness of Reyes’s mouth as they locked together. Lost in the moment, all he could think about was how never wanted to let go; how the gentle motions of their feet keeping them afloat, and the tightened weave of their hands around each other were the only ways he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Yet all things had to come to an end, however sweet. And as soon as a breath parted their lips, Scott found it in him to offer up a lopsided smile. “You are insane.”

Reyes was usually one for words. They often came as if inspired by the sheer force of his own suave ingenuity. But this time, under full view of a sun basking in the heights of a blue sky, all he could do was hold Scott closer and silence him with another kiss, neither guilty nor innocent of the affectionate accusation.

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More fun with Google Translate’s neural networks:

まめ = Blister
まめまめ = reasonably
まめまめまめ = Cold Summer
まめまめまめまめ = Cold star sprinkle
まめまめまめまめまめ = Honest Mummified Muffix
まめ(x6) = Shimeimomimeimonomeimomime
まめ(x7) = Shimeimomimeimonomeimomime beige
まめ(x8) = Shimeimomimeimonen
まめ(x9) = Blunt spum mackerel or black bean spum
まめ(x10) = Blunt spurt spurt spum milletime
まめ(x11) = Blunt spurt spurt spurt spuma mousetsune
まめ(x12) = Blunt spurt spice mame spum mixed bean spum
まめ(x13) = Blunt spurt spice mame spum mowens mousemer bean spum
まめ(x14) = Blunt spurt spurt spice mame spum mixed bean spum
まめ(x15) = Blunt spurt spurt spice mame spum mowens mixed bean spum
まめ(x16) = Blunt spurt spurt spurt spice mame spum mame spum mixed bean spum
まめ(x17) = Blunt spurt spice mame spum mixed bean spum mowens mousemer bean spum
まめ(x18) = Blunt spurt spice mame spum millet spawn sprinkling noodomime spum

anonymous asked:

help me i have blisters on both of my feet and two of them are ready to explode i might die pls save me;;

That’s because you’ve been running through our minds all day 😎

…But please see a doctor, hon.

anonymous asked:

How can I wear heeled boots for consecutive days without feet pain/blistering? Do you have advice on how to make boots fit better? (also sorry for foot related question, don't answer if you're uncomfortable)

Mostly just thick socks. I don’t really own any flat shoes, the majority of my shoes are heels or platforms (I typically have at least some kind of low-level pain that I ignore so I’m really not the best help). I usually don’t run around like crazy during the day though and if I do I’m mostly wearing Docs. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I have a couple questions I was hoping you could help with, I keep getting really mixed answers online. How do I feed my betta frozen food from the little blister pack things that have bloodworms or mysis shrimp? Also, do you have any recommendations for stocking a 10 or 20 g? I want to get another tank besides my betta but I want to try and expand because I've had many bettas in the past. Thank you!

Hi there anon! thanks for the ask :D hopefully I can be of some help to you ^-^

How do I feed my betta frozen food from the little blister pack things that have bloodworms or mysis shrimp?

I actually had to ask this question myself a few weeks ago :p the most helpful answer that I got was: pop out a whole cube from the pack, take a hot knife and cut off a small piece of the cube. Put the rest of the frozen cube back in the little blister pack (put the whole pack of food in a baggie of some sort) and put that back in the freezer. Then take that little bit that you cut off and defrost it in dechlorinated water, and feed the worms of shrimp to your fish! :p i used some tongs to feed mine and my fish loved it! :D

Also, do you have any recommendations for stocking a 10 or 20 g? I want to get another tank besides my betta but I want to try and expand because I’ve had many bettas in the past. Thank you!

You’re welcome!! :) this ask also helped me to compile a list of things that I might wanna stock in a 10 or a 20 since that’s the size of aquarium I’ll most likely be getting when I am able to (i have 3 and 5 gallon tanks rn since I move at least 1x a year…and moving larger tanks is more work!) :p so thank YOU anon :)

The stock I list below (for both 10 and 20 gallon tanks) are not necessarily all compatible with each other. Some of these fish are much hardier, and therefore easier to keep, than other fish. Some require schools, some require a species-only tank, others require tropical or temperate waters. Please research thoroughly any species you are interested in keeping before purchasing! :D

Stocking a 10 Gallon:
– FISH –
- ember tetras
- micro rasboras
- most rasboras
- white cloud mountain minnows
- celestial pearl danios (aka ‘galaxy rasboras’)
- guppies
- endlers
- least killifish
- lyretail killifish
- clown killifish
- dwarf pencilfish
- german rams (golden, electric blue, etc. if you want to add other species, a 30+ gallon is required)
- pea puffer (aka dwarf puffer, pygmy puffer, indian pea puffer)
- gold neon dwarf goby (either one or a pair only, a group requires 30+ gal)
- scarlet badis
- bumble bee goby
- peacock goby
- sparkling gourami
- hara jerdoni (asian stone mini catfish)
- pygmy corydoras (aka dwarf corydoras)
- african dwarf frog (not a fish, but still super cute; not to be confused with african clawed frog)

- neocardinia shrimp
- cardinia shrimp
- Singapore flower shrimp 
- amano shrimp
- ghost shrimp
- dwarf crayfish
- thai micro crabs
- horned nerite snails
- nerite snails
- mystery snail (one or two)
- ramshorn snails

Stocking a 20 Gallon:
- all fish mentioned above
- most smaller, slim-bodied tetras (neons, cardinals, pristella, etc.)
- most smaller 2-3″ barbs (tiger, cherry, etc.)
- zebra danios
- most regular cordora species (some larger species require 30+ gal)
- dwarf chain loaches
- kuhli loaches (i love these noodles so much <3)
- dwarf gouramis (pearl, blue, sunset, etc.)
- apistogramma cacatuoides

- all invertebrates mentioned above
- vampire shrimp
- panther crabs

That’s all my brain has got for you Anon! :p hopefully this helped you out some ^-^ Feel free to add onto this stock list or make corrections :)

anonymous asked:

cassie never said she would love to direct an episode. it's just sad you really hate and wish someone dies like you wish for her. i really think you should get some help 'cause this isn't heathy at all and i'm saying that 'cause i did hate someone and spend all my time on that. I wish someone helped me. I know you'll say i'm a cc stan and all that shit but I'm just tryint to tell you what I wish someone told me: your behavior isn't healthy. ask for help.

…. first of all, never EVER in my life have I wished death upon someone.

second of all, how do you think I spend my day? staring into my computer screen, evilly rubbing my hands, blistered from frantically refreshing all social media that cassandra clare has? Idk whether YOU know what having a life is, but I do happen to have one lmao. I spend from 2 to 3 hours weekly on tumblr (even less these recent few months) and most of the time I just scroll through my dash to get updated on news/memes/my favorite shows, bands, etc. clare comes up on my blog only when anonymous cowards like you ask me questions and try to defend her inexcusable, for a grown woman, behavior.

p.s. check her twitter, you’ll find she very much wanted to direct an episode. what a mess.

Originally posted by rainy--blog

Summer returns every year, just as I anticipate it will. I have memories that are still fresh from the year prior, full of red sunburned flesh, blistering temperatures, and raging storms that overtook me. How I lived for the occasional respite of a cool summer rain, something I couldn’t predict, but would dream of all year long. It didn’t come often enough to quench my thirst, it never did, and it never will.

“I’m done with summer,” I say with confidence, watching the season pack up and go. “Only cool temperatures for me. Predictability and security. I can protect myself from the negatives of spring, autumn, and winter… but summer is too volatile. It isn’t worth it anymore. I’m done with summer.”

Summer returns this year with calm rain showers. It apologizes for burning my skin, reminds me of how easy it is to fall for this season. It promises the positives. The music, the laughter, the romantic sunsets, the long car rides with the windows down.

“Listen… the sun’s just too intense,” I argue.
Summer smirks, “Yeah, but let’s not pretend you don’t like the heat.”


Yuuri is fucking amazing

TW: mention of blood/blisters/wounds

Flashback to Episode 4 of YOI. 

If you are like me, this brief shot broke your heart. Here, we see that Yuuri has worked himself so hard that there are blisters/raw spots all over his feet. Have you ever gotten a blister at the back of your feet from perhaps walking too much in tight shoes or socks that were just too short? It’s painful as fuck. It really is. 

I’m a swimmer/lifeguard so I can only assume but can you imagine how painful it must’ve been for Yuuri to continue skating/jumping/spinning WITH GRACE with his feet hurt like that? One blister is enough to make me curse everything. 

Not only that, but upon being more observant, you’ll see that these blisters aren’t just forming, but Yuuri has already broken his skin and his feet is actually BLEEDING.

Yuuri’s socks are damp with blood. A little bit of blood wouldn’t be noticeable on black. It must’ve been a considerable amount for it to discolor the fabric.

Yuuri must’ve been in incredible pain.

Yet look at my boy.

He’s treasuring Victor and their time together. The only thing on his mind is achieving victory, keeping Victor by his side, and improving himself. 

While Yuuri Katsuki definitely experienced an immense amount of physical strain and doubt/uncertainty, he pushes onwards. Victor definitely helped Yuuri but so much of Yuuri’s final success was built upon his own hard work and passion.

Yuuri Katsuki is so amazing, strong, and inspirational.