They'll probably give us some unconvincing reason about Marks leave at Comic Con. It looks like they're starting to clean up house for the end of the show. Even if they did burn Mark in the process. Honestly it'll be weird to not see him. But he was a far better chart when he was just a guest star. No offense to Crowley or Mark, but he wasn't an integral part of the show like Cas/Misha.But maybe that's where the attractive/less attractive part plays out between Mark and the boys I sort of get it
Agreed. I think SDCC is gonna be REAL interesting in what they reveal this year.
AND I’M GONNA BE RIGHT FUCKING THERE WHEN THEY DO WOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!
I had my last day of school today!! It was oddly anticlimactic, and I’m a bit dazed. It doesn’t feel over yet. So tomorrow I’m going to clean my house to hell and back, and then I’m going to go up to my parents’ bc @gloomy-optimist is flying in from Europe and my wedding is in like a week from Saturday, so maybe that’ll pump me up and hit it home that I’m free for the summer!
On another note, I’m going to try to get back into stuff soon. I’ve been itching to draw, but most of what I’ve been doing has been in my sketchbook, so I don’t know when I’ll break out my tablet again. I’ve also been itching to write, but…I don’t know what I’m going to work on yet. I really really really want to work on some original stuff, but I got a fanfic or two hanging around on AO3 that need closed, so I gotta see how time management goes. Let me know what you want to see!
Aw thanks so much!! I’m really glad to be feeling better. Well, relatively, y'know? Haven’t had a new flare yet and my memory retention has been better. Tremors have decreased probably by about 90% and the twitching by about 65%. And the swelling in hands and feet by about 50%. So yes, even if the pain has increased, I am doing much better!
I’m currently enjoying a lovely visit with my dad and brother, who paid for a deep clean of my house yesterday afternoon. One of the best gifts I’ve received in a long time, and it will do wonders for my stress levels! Already has, in fact. :)
Sorry haha, figured I’d take the time to do a little update while I was answering.
It’s such a calm and peaceful day, it’s breezy outside and I’m listening to music and for once I feel okay. Like not bad but not great either. I just feel calm and stress free, chilling with my little baby with the windows open. I think this is what it feels like to just be euphoric without drugs. I guess I’m embracing adulthood fully and just moving on ahead. Like I actually felt good enough to clean my house and eat properly and organize my work and clean myself up. I wish this would last forever.
The voice comes, rough and uncertain, from somewhere down the hall; Sherlock looks up from the microscope instantly and cranes his neck to see John standing just out of the reach of the light, still in shadow. He’d gone to bed nearly two–no, three–hours ago and should be fast asleep, not standing tentatively just where Sherlock can’t see his face. Nightmare, probably.
“John?” he answers, sliding off the stool and coming around the table. John takes a step back and Sherlock stops, steadying himself with one hand on the worktop. “You okay?”
John hesitates, his left hand clenching and unclenching ever so slowly by his side. The collar of his t-shirt is misshapen where it’s been pulled away from his neck. When he speaks, his voice is deliberate. “Are you coming to bed?”
“Yeah,” Sherlock nods, and then, because John is trying to hide behind some semblance of normality and Sherlock doesn’t want to crowd him just yet, he adds, “Yeah, just let me finish up here, I won’t be long. Another five minutes.”
There’s another long pause but eventually John says, “Yeah, okay.” He doesn’t turn around, though. He doesn’t go back to bed. He lingers in the hall and watches Sherlock take one more look through the microscope lens and make a notation–it says experiment abandoned (J)–and then do a cursory tidy-up before locking up the doors and turning off the lights.
Finally Sherlock switches off the last light in the flat, leaving everything cloaked and shadowed, and then John is in his arms, coming forward in the safety of the darkness to push his face into Sherlock’s neck and wrap himself around him. His cheek against Sherlock’s skin is damp and overwarm. There’d been tears, then.
“All right?” Sherlock asks quietly. He rubs John’s back, firm but gentle, reminding him of the boundaries of his body, revealing the edges of reality under the blurry film of dreaming.
John shakes his head. “No,” he says, hoarse with honesty, settling himself along the lines of Sherlock’s body, giving over his tension, giving in to his exhaustion in the shelter of Sherlock’s arms. He gives the tiniest sigh of relief. “But I will be. I will be.”
“I’ll be here,” Sherlock promises, and he cradles the back of John’s head and closes his eyes. He’ll stand here until John’s feet get cold and then take him to bed, and he’ll hold him there until he falls asleep, and in the morning they might not yet be all right, but they will be. They’re working toward it. They’re trying, together, and that’s enough.
It’s not an answer, and it’s not a solution, but it’s enough. It’s hope, and for tonight, it’s enough.
They all go shopping together–their tastes are polar opposites so it’s difficult to find meals to cook that everyone will willingly eat. Each shopping trip usually leaves a trail of chaos in its wake. Black Hat hexes free samples in the grocery store to grow faces and start screaming at innocent bystanders. Demencia inevitably tries to ride in the shopping cart. Black Hat prefers to push the shopping cart because it makes him feel like the leader, but will begrudgingly relinquish it to Dr. Flug when the latter is particularly nervous, because it grounds him and gives him something to focus on/support himself with
They always snag extra paper bags in the checkout, so Flug will have some in reserve
Flug has a stock pile of puzzle games on his phone and computer because they help him focus/come down from anxiety attacks. He’s absolutely inhuman at rhythm games. It’s one of the few things he and Demencia both enjoy, that they can bond over.
Black Hat is an eldritch creature who is thousands of years old, and had his thumb in a number of history’s natural disasters and manmade calamities. He is fluent in virtually every language, including some not meant to fall upon human ears.
Any damage to the gang’s clothing is mended by Black Hat, with his reality-altering capabilities. He’s able to clean the house this way as well, but 5.0.5 seems to enjoy cleaning, so BH usually only steps in if part of the roof caves in or a wall gets blown out
When someone is about to take a bite of a sandwich or some other portable piece of food, Demencia finds it hilarious to sweep in and snatch it out of their hand just before it reaches their mouth. She does this mostly to Black Hat and 5.0.5, as Flug never eats in front of the others. 5.0.5 usually starts crying, and BH flies into a sputtering rage, though he never actually does anything to her.
Flug often goes through periods during which he is nonverbal. He’s fluent in ASL, and often communicates with written notes or sign language when he doesn’t have the energy to speak. The others have even learned his signing–5.0.5 sees it as a fun game to learn, and Demencia finds ways to string signs together to say things to tease and aggravate Flug when he’s in more social moods.
**Before anything, you should clean your house physically. A cluttered house means that energy can get stagnant and cluttered itself. It’s important to magickally clean a house you just moved into to get rid of all the left over energy from the last owners!
Try using environmentally friendly (organic possibly) cleaners if you can afford it!
Put some essence oils in your cleaners to add some extra use behind them (and make things smell a bit better)
Use your broom to “sweep” out all of the negative energy. Visualize the energy as if it was dust and sweeping it out leaves a bright clean aura inside.
Burn sage or some other herb throughout the house
Ring a bell or clap through the nooks and crannies of the house to break up trapped stagnant energy
Burn some incense while you’re cleaning
Visualize a light in your house getting brighter and brighter as you clean through out the house.
“This is the same small police department that shot and killed 15 year old Jordan Edwards for no reason whatsoever. Here they Taser a compliant handcuffed Black man just for the fun of it. They are a sadistic group of assholes at the Balch Springs Police Department.”
– Shaun King
The police chief is concerned about the timing of the leak and how it might affect the perception of his officers. He needs to stop defending these bastards and clean house.
I huffed, shutting the dryer door with my hip as I balanced the basket on my hip, walking out the laundry room and into the living room. This was the third load of the day and I was deeply regretting packing both mine and Harry’s whole wardrobe for our vacation in Greece.
I set the basket on the floor, sitting criss cross on the white fluffy rug in the living room, surrounded by piles of folded clothes and paired socks.
“Harry, can you help!” I shouted out, hoping to hear the sound of footsteps coming from the upstairs bathroom where I heard the water stop running and the door open.
I carefully folded one of his silk shirts, putting it in the pile that was meant for hangers when they were transported into the bedroom. Soon enough, footsteps came down the stairs slowly and I turned my head to watch my tanned boyfriend walk down the stairs with just a white towel around his waist.
I smiled big, leaning back on my palms and looking up at him as he hovered over me, small droplets dripping around from his still wet hair. “You called?” He smiled, looking around the living room at the piles of clothes.
“Can you please help?” I begged, pouting with big eyes and a jutted lip hoping to persuade him easier. I watched his face scrunch up before he leaned down to pick up a pair of boxers I neatly folded, dropping his towel and quickly slipped on the pair of boxers. He walked around me, sitting across from me and picking up on of my bralettes from the basket.
“You should wear this one day,” He nodded to himself, slowly folding the lacy piece before lightly placing it near the rest of my bras and underwear. I stopped folding the pair of jeans and looked up at him.
“Babe, I wore that yesterday,” I giggled, shaking my head and watching his eyes widen, looking between me and the bralette he just set down.
“I took it off s’quick I couldn’t even see it!” He defended himself, winking at me with a smirk on his face before grabbing a t-shirt from the basket.
After a few minutes and a now empty basket of laundry, I let out a breath, finally finishing the laundry that’s been piling up for days. I stood up, setting my hands on my hips and looking down at where he still sat, legs crossed in nothing but a pair of boxers, his hair laying almost flat from being wet.
“Y’know we still gotta go grocery shopping, mum’s coming over tomorrow.” I sighed, rubbing my temples, stressed over thinking about having the house perfectly clean for Sunday dinner with his family.
“S’what we doing just standin’ ‘ere, let’s go bub.” He snapped up, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around, leading my up to the bedroom. “Gotta get dressed, th’ both of us.”
“All my clothes are down here you bum.” I laughed as he tried leading us to the stairs before stopping in his tracks.
“Shi- you’re so smart bub.” He said, turning my back around and tapping my nose. “Anyone ever tell ya that?”
“A few times,” I shrugged it off, laughing along with him before we searched for something decent to wear from the floor of our living room. Clean clothes this time.
(this was originally called domestic, donut be confused grasshoppers)
okay this might be some sort of a mini series, only because the idea of Domestic!Harry makes me so happy. Folding laundry, grocery shopping, the whole nine yards…
also sorry for any mistakes, i’m delusional at the moment :)
My heart is with Manchester right now, everyone please keep them in your prayers. Music is meant for love, keep that in mind and stay positive. Love you guys, stay safe x
Summary – You and
Steve were supposed to have spent the rest of your lives together, but lies and
betrayal tore you apart. A family tragedy forces you to leave your life
in the city and return to the Montana ranch you used to call home. Can you and
Steve forget the past and find love again?
Warnings – None
Word Count – 2,144
Notes – I’ve finally gotten back to writing this fic
and now I remember why I was so excited about this one! This is going to be some major romantic
drama!! I have so many plans for this
fic and I can’t wait for you guys to read it!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! As
always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!
“Maybe not,” Bucky acknowledged,
“but there is something that you need to know before we go any further.”
Bucky was always good
at keeping a straight face, so the anxious look in his eyes instantly had you
worried. “What do I need to know?”
“You’re not going to
like this, (Y/N),” he began, refusing to look you in the eye. “Your dad made Steve the ranch foreman five
A chill went down your spine as you stared at your friend,
your eyes wide in disbelief. “Please
tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m sorry, doll, it’s true.” Bucky seemed to be debating
with himself before finally giving in and continuing. “I will tell you this. Ste. . He was hesitant to take the job at
first, but needed the money and Wolf Creek is one of the best. Not as good as South Hills, but it’s okay.”
There was once a very great American surgeon named Halsted. He was married to a nurse. He loved her– immeasurably. One day Halsted noticed that his wife’s hands were chapped and red when she came back from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love.
When I met Ana, I knew:
I loved her to the point of invention.