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I joined the ‘Teacher Weight Loss Challenge’ at my school and I’m currently in second place having lost 4 pounds last week.

I may have been skipping out on the gym the past few months (life has been stressful), but I’m totally ready to get back into a shape that I feel comfortable with.

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I have to constantly keep myself busy because if I don’t, I start to think about us, and I make up reasons why we should be back together, and then when I realize that we aren’t going to be, I crawl into bed and try to fall asleep. At least in my sleep you and I can be together and everything is okay again.
—  My friends don’t understand how badly I need them to be around me or else I’ll just end up crawling back to you.

Alfred teaches Jason.

He teaches him in the kitchen, peeling apples into the steel sink. He teaches him in the large ballrooms, boyish laughter ringing by the eaves. He teaches him when he wipes away the blood on Jason’s mouth, kneeling down to look into his eyes.

Alfred teaches Jason how to let go, and how to hold on too.

Alfred teaches, and he only hopes that Jason someday will remember.

I love the slight hesitation in alec before he kisses magnus. you see him shift on the spot as though he almost dipped forwards but didn’t, and then the second time he gives in to himself and it’s just so important to me? he’s so scared. he’s never done anything like this before. he’s scared that magnus will treat him differently for having a lack of experience, scared that they’re too different, scared that he might not compare to a single one of magnus’ memories. but when he turns to leave, he can’t. he wants this; he wants magnus. he can’t find a good enough reason to let his fears make him walk away from what he wants, and so he turns back, and he’s still scared, but he kisses magnus and in that moment decides that he’s going to fight for this man

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How about Steve picking up the most random hobbies because he was bored.

There’s a familiar face in this one!

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He wore the baseball hat backwards and kept his sunglasses on and for all the college kids knew, he was just another kid hanging out, dicking around on his skateboard.  

He wore an oversize hoodie, just to be safe. 

It didn’t take him long to get his balance when it came to turns and coasting, but it wasn’t until Markus showed him how that he learned how to land a proper Ollie.  Do an Ollie? Ollie?  He was still figuring the wording out, exactly.  

But he could do one, and he was getting better on the little half-pipe, and sliding along the rails.  Coasting on the rails.  He didn’t remember what Trey had called it, exactly.   Didn’t matter, he was getting better at it.  

It was quietest on Saturday mornings; Friday nights always a big night out for college kids.  He was just warming up and psyching himself up to try one of the more complicated things he’d seen Piper do the other day (she was incredibly creative and wasn’t afraid to take a spill) when he saw a familiar face set a backpack and a board down.

“Didn’t think I’d find you here.”

Steve grinned.  “Lucky guess?”

“Nah.”  Amal smiled. “I’ve seen you fiddling with those shop dollies in Stark’s lab.” He motioned to Steve’s feet.  “And those seemed a little out of character.”

He’d bought a pair of Converse to see what the big deal was and to blend in a little better.  “They’re comfortable.”

Amal smirked.  “So? Show me what tricks you’ve got up your sleeve.  See if I can teach you anything new.”

Steve laughed.  “I only learned The Ollie a couple weeks ago, don’t expect too much.”

“The Ollie.  Oh my God. You geriatric.  Is that like The Charleston?”  

Steve scowled watching Amal try to control his giggles.  “Let’s see what you’ve got then, whippersnapper.”

Amal wiped an eye, still giggling and grabbed his board.  “You got it, Gramps.”

I’m mature for my age

i’m mature for my age

im mature for my age

immature for my age

I can’t sleep. I bet you’re fine. Honestly, I’m glad you don’t lose sleep over letting us go. It would hurt me to know that you’re hurting. I just wish that you felt the same way about me.
—  Night
  • Akuma victim: get ready to die Ladybug
  • Hawkmoth: wait did you just say die
  • Hawkmoth: I just want jewelry not murder
  • Hawkmoth: they're like thirteen what the hell
  • Hawkmoth: I thought you were mad about your parking space what's with the murder
  • Hawkmoth: okay you know what you're done for today de-evilize little butterfly come back home we'll try again tomorrow
Something New

Summary: Sam and Y/N are pretty calm when it comes to sex. But Sam wants to try something new. He’s a little nervous not knowing how she’ll react to having anal sex. 

 Characters: Sam Winchester. Reader 

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader 

 Warnings: NSFW, anal sex, unprotected sex (suit up), oral sex (female receiving), language 

 Word Count: 2,675

 Request:  Can you do one about anal sex with Sam? -Anonymous 

 A/N: a Thanks @impala-dreamer for beta reading this. I hope y'all enjoy feedback is welcomed.

Originally posted by frozen-delight




Y/N is sitting there on the bed staring at me with those big and beautiful Y/E/C eyes. I’m leaning against the wall, watching as the book she was reading slowly slips out of her hands. She’s in shock but hell, I guess any normal girl would be too after what I just asked of her. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears flush as her jaw drops slightly. The poor thing must be replaying my words over and over in her head, unsure of what she should say.

“Hey,” I finally speak up, running my fingers through my hair, “it’s like I said, we don’t need to do it I was-” I clear my throat, running my hand over my slightly stubbled chin, her eyes are locked on mine, “I was just wanting to know if you were interested in trying it.”

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To someone else, love

Warning: …angssst?

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“My little treasure hunter,” you cooed at the ball of black fur clutching something against his tummy, hiding it from you.

“What’s that you got there, niffles? Let’s see it, come on.” You reached out your hand cautiously, trying not to spook the lovable little thief. You poked him gently on the side, trying to tickle him and he responded by wrapping his tiny paw around your finger, pushing it away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Newt attending to one of the occamies. You found the poor thing bleeding and cowering behind one of the potted plants the other day; you tried to carry it back to its nest but it wouldn’t stop snapping at your hands, so you called on Newt to do the task for you.

You glanced at Newt as he bandaged the injured creature. Distracted by your thoughts, the niffler frantically scurried away from you, making its way to the shed where you found him sitting on the third to last rung of the ladder leading outside the case.

“Come here, niffles. I won’t take it away from you, I just want to see what that is”, you tell the niffler, arms outstretched trying to welcome him into a hug. Newt had just finished treating the occamy and was on his way to where you were; he heard you talking to the niffler and tried to walk toward you as inconspicuously as possible.

“Sweetheart, I think your niffler’s got something there,” you whispered as Newt quietly entered the shed.
“I don’t think it’s a coin this time,” you add, looking to him for what to do.

The slender silver chain spilled from his little… fingers. It was a necklace, and you didn’t own one, so it certainly wasn’t yours. It couldn’t have possibly been Newt’s, he wasn’t the type to wear necklaces, at least, you didn’t think so. Maybe it was Queenie’s or Tina’s or… Jacob’s?

“Again?” He asked, weary. “Hand it over please.” Newt held his palm out to the niffler, disapproving.

“Give it back, you pilfering pest.” His eyes too soft for his stern words.

The niffler leaped onto your shoulders, mere centimeters from Newt’s grasp. Niffler clung to your arm for dear life, Newt tried to pry the helpless little beast away from you. A little too harsh, a little too impatient.

“Newt!” you cried out loud. Your skin now etched with scratches from niffler’s struggle. Newt, startled and hiding behind his hair from chagrin, let go of your “little treasure hunter”.

With the necklace still in his paws, he climbed up to your neck. As you were trying to make sense of the frustration darkening your love’s eyes, the niffler was peering behind your ear.

“What’s gotten into you, Mr. Scamander?” He avoided your gaze, a pained expression on his face.

“Love… what’s the matter?” You hated seeing him like this. This distant behavior is all too familiar, it only came about at the mention of one particular name.

You were surprised by the touch of cold metal, the necklace now rested on your collar bones, a singular pearl dangling above the button of your shirt; niffler was currently fastening the lock behind your neck.

Newt looked up at you the way one might look at a thief caught in the act, a combination of shock and disgust and anger. And it was at that exact moment that you knew who the necklace belonged to. At that exact moment, you were brought back to the heart-wrenching hurt that is Leta Lestrange.

There was a certain dull ache in your throat that prevented you from swallowing or breathing or speaking. It clamped your jaw shut and kept your tongue glued to the roof of your mouth.

He assured you years and years ago, back when you were still tiptoeing on the edge of falling completely in love with him, that the girl from Hogwarts no longer held a place in his heart. You wouldn’t allow yourself to believe that he lied to you, Newt isn’t like that. Newt was honest and kind and… loyal.
He was loyal.
He was loyal… to you, wasn’t he?

“It’s hers, isn’t it?” You said through clenched teeth, unable to stop yourself.

He looks away.

“I never got the chance to give it to her.”

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“This may sound really off the wall, but listen to me. You’ve got to believe me. I’ve not gone crazy, and I’m not fooling around. At first I thought I was losing my mind. But now I know I’m not. It’s not me. This whole town. It’s being invaded by the Otherworld. A world of someone’s nightmarish delusions come to life. Little by little the invasion is spreading. Trying to swallow up everything in darkness.”

They Love Each Other
  • They Love Each Other
  • Grateful Dead
  • Dave's Picks Volume 16: Springfield Civic Center, Springfield, MA, 3/28/73
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They Love Each Other ~ Grateful Dead
March 28th, 1973 | Springfield Civic Center | Springfield, MA

“heard your news report, you know you’re falling short
pretty soon, won’t trust you for the weather
when that ship comes in, you won’t know where it’s been
gotta try to see a little further…”