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Day One Hundred and Seventeen

-It is no secret that I am no morning person. Thankfully, back-to-back opening shifts have been saved by the benevolence of our baristas and their offerings of free samples. From unicorn drinks to cinnamon roll frappuccino, I am experiencing an ethereal energy that will get keep me going until the day I die, a date I am not yet willing to divulge.

-On this, the twentieth day of April, I do not know what to expect from my guests. Nevertheless, I have high hopes. 

-A woman demanded I tell her whether or not a Kohl’s will be opening nearby and, if not, that I do something about it. I chose to do neither, as it would be a gross misuse of the powers I am given as a part-time cashier.

-I was informed by an older woman that she was doing me a favor by asking me to throw away her receipt for her, as otherwise, she would have no choice but to throw it on the floor in front of me and leave. This is nothing if not fair and reasonable. I wordlessly threw away her receipt and watched as she walked away, open, empty purse in hand.

-A mother allowed her six year-old son to pick up the items the stranger behind them was waiting to purchase, throw them around, bang them against the counter, and, ultimately, place them in his mouth. The mother said nothing, not seeing a problem. The woman behind said nothing, not seeing what was happening. I said nothing, seeing everything.

-As my shift drew to a close in the early afternoon, a confused man came through my lane. When it came time to pay, he slapped his phone against the card reader repeatedly, despite being told that we did not support Apple pay. I have gotten just a taste of the crowd that today has been made for. I only wish that I had been able to stay longer.

Road Trip Witch Tips

Some helpful tips for my witches who like to go on road trips

⚡️Prepare a badass music playlist the night before

⚡️If you like Audible books, get that downloaded the night before too (it’s nice to switch it up between music and stories while driving)

⚡️Slip your favorite tarot/oracle deck in your bag for added protection

⚡️Pick a few crystals to keep in your pocket (my go-to crystals include snowflake obsidian, amethyst, labradorite, and citrine)

⚡️Keep a penny in the cup holder for luck

⚡️Do not leave the passenger seat empty! Put your purse, bag, even a piece of paper in it (or if you’re like me- a road trip stuffed animal buddy). Empty seats can be an open invitation for unwanted beasties

⚡️Enchant your water with sigils or herbs (I like a fresh sprig of mint in mine) to keep you hydrated and alert

⚡️Leave a dime as an offering for local spirits when you stop at a rest stop/gas station (especially if they’re at a cross roads)

⚡️Do some grounding exercises when you stop for stretch breaks

⚡️Be sure to greet any stray cats you may see during your travels- they bring good luck

To Steal A Kiss

Summary: As a mild criminal, you make a bold move to pick-pocket a suspicious looking stranger, but you may have picked the wrong target. (Bucky x reader)

Request/Prompt(s): Can you do this “I kissed you as a distraction while stealing your wallet” with Bucky x reader? Thanks!

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1933

A/N: Ok first, I do not condone theft. Second, I’m so glad someone picked this one!!! :D This was such a fun idea!

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

“We’ve been here for over an hour!” you whined, pacing the small empty room, dust particles swirling up into the sunlight with each step. “When do we make the drop?”

“When I’m ready,” your partner hissed, clearly annoyed with your impatience, “We’re the ones with the goods, they’ll wait and right now I’ve got a lurker that’s been hanging around at the corner for too long.”

“Lemme see.” You pushed your way to the window, picking up the heavy binoculars from the floor.

“Big guy. Army green coat, and black hat, northeast corner.”

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i want to live in a world that feels ancient, atmosphere thick and hazy with enchantment, mist rolling over golden hills beneath a pale sunrise, clear glittering rivers spilling over luscious moss, gentle beasts of lore roaming the forests and skies, lovely rose briars and curving thickets teeming with fireflies, dandelion seeds wandering along dirt paths between the trees

vibrant market places and peddlers of spells and flutes carved by elves and charmed pendants and tapestries woven with gold thread, coin purses emptying into the hands of eager children, the sound of metal clanging in a blacksmith’s forge and hearty eruptions of laughter from a candlelit alehouse and friendly bartering and the droning nasal tone of old instruments and horse hooves against cobblestone, innkeepers welcoming weary travelers to rest in tiny rooms with four post beds, heraldic banners fluttering in the wind

witches living peacefully on the outskirts and blessing the ill with herbal remedies, floral vines over the front doors of delightful cabins with dried flowers scattering wooden tables and wicker baskets of fresh linens in the corner and crisp brown bread on clay plates, clothing lines with lace dresses strung up over bubbling streams

kingdom walls of cracked stone and creeping moss, chapels with high ceilings and mosaic windows and reverent priests and a choir of pure angelic voices, a cluttered library of stained maps and dusty scrolls and tales inked in meticulous calligraphy, a hidden armory with intricately crafted steel weapons, a vast empty courtyard and castle rising high above villages ruled fairly by a reclusive warrior queen

No Strings (VIII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,609

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by ulikethischain

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Hanna, chef of the Sundance Faire. She specializes in baking breads + soups. Her wagon is filled with fragrant herbs, flours, various cheeses and vegetables from all across sornieth, giving her products the greatest range of flavors. When she’s not cooking, Hanna is wandering the land or local markets for these new ingrediants. Guests are drawn to the delicious smells wafting from the wagon, and soon find their purses empty. 

anonymous asked:

Customers have this misconception that paying with small change is annoying to cashiers but like no you fools!! With your help Ill never run out of quarters again!!! Were allowed to deny large amounts unrolled thank god but hell yes empty your lilollady change purse on my counter any day

Listen, you have to pull it together.
There’s no use agonizing over mouths 
that don’t want to open around your
name. Stop mourning the doors you left
locked and bolted. Put on the red dress.
Empty out your purse. Chase the anxiety
meds with gin. Leave your pens at home.
—  “Writer’s Relief” Trista Mateer

keep her warm before the reinforcements come

(inspired by x. That sorrow in Illya’s eyes when he found the empty cell and Gaby’s purse just broke my heart. I need to see him having a chance to hold her SOOOOO tight, as if he would never let go of her again.) (Giving warmth might be an excuse, just like he claimed “for the mission”. (  ̄ー ̄))

So like I love the Modern Royals AU and coffeeshop and bookstore aus and all, but just picture normal modern life…

  • Like everyone lives really close together
  • I imagine Eustace and Edmund share an apartment at some point
  • And it’s like some 90s sitcom where everyone comes and goes from each other’s homes as they please
  • Susan being like the little mother of the group
  • She’s the one lecturing everyone about healthy choices and preaching salad while Lucy bakes a double chocolate cake that disappears within ten minutes
  • and Susan low-key surreptitiously cleaning the boys’ apartment: like putting a timed air freshener in the bathroom and an automatic shower cleaner and keeping Frebreze in her purse and empties it around the apartment before she leaves (Edmund and Eustace are pretty tidy people though, compared to Peter…no one lets Susan to go his apartment)
  • Susan and Caspian have late late night talks
  • Peter insisting everyone take self-defense classes (originally he just insisted the girls take it, but then realized if they all went together he could watch Lucy drop Caspian on his back in three seconds flat)
  • Eustace is always trying to smuggle in his bug collection, despite Edmund’s rule against it. (”No bugs, Eustace.” “But my ant colony wouldn’t be-” “No Bugs. NO. Bugs.”)
  • (So Eustace gets really excited every time there’s like a spider in the shower or something)
  • Also, Lucy calling having to call her brothers or Eustace to kill a bug when there’s one in her place
  • Really big group hugs
  • When men whistle or cat call at the girls, the guys don’t get aggressive. They just cat call the men back.
  • I bet Caspian takes Eustace clubbing just to see what happens
  • Sunday brunches
  • Edmund always runs errands for everyone, so he has a key to everyone’s places, and has thus walked in on his brother at very awkward moments.
  • Surprise parties for everyone’s birthday. (they all see it coming, they just don’t know when or where it will happen.)
  • (Like Edmund bringing Lucy groceries she asked for (which included a lot of party supplies) but when he walked into her apartment they were all there, screaming “SURPRISE,” and it scared him so badly he flung all the grocery bags at them.)
  • (But that’s nothing compared to the time they all tried to surprise Lucy by hiding so she wouldn’t see anyone until she turned on the lights, but Eustace hid behind the door and Lucy thought he was a mugger so she took him down and poor Eustace was incapacitated for the whole party.)
  • When Lucy wants to get a tattoo, she wants to get everyone’s opinion about her ideas….but first it takes her and everyone else a year and half to convince Peter to drop the patriarchy and let her get one. 
  • All night movie night where they all plan to be up until dawn but like almost everyone falls asleep after the second movie
  • Everyone always has someone to lean on and go to for any reason

After writing all of these, I feel there’s a lot of story/drabble potential. Message me if you wanna read any in particular. :)


Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) is an umbrella term à emphysema, chronic bronchitis, certain types of bronchiectasis, and sometimes asthma. COPD = leading causes of death in the US - appears to be rising.


  • Persistent cough + wheezing + sputum production
  • Tightness or pain in the chest + shortness of breath
  • (when progressed) Loss of appetite
  • Depression
  • Reduced sexual function
  • Trouble sleeping

Long term smoking is the leading cause of emphysema. Other risk factors include a deficiency of enzyme alpha-1-antitrypsin, air pollution, airway reactivity, heredity, male sex, and age.Most people with emphysema also have chronic bronchitis (inflammation of bronchi)

Hallmarks of Emphysema 

“pursed-lipbreathing.” The person with emphysema struggles to exhale completely, in an attempt to empty trapped air. They purse their lips, leaving only a small opening. Then, when they exhale, the lips block the flow of air, increasing pressure in the collapsed airways, and opening them, allowing the trapped air to empty.

“barrel chest,” where the distance from the chest to the back, which is normally less than the distance side to side, becomes more pronounced. This is a direct result of air becoming trapped behind obstructed airways.


  • causes shortness of breath due to over-inflation of the alveoli
  • the lung tissue around small bronchioles is destroyed/impaired making them unable to hold their shape during exhalation - making it difficult for the lungs to empty and the air becomes trapped in the alveoli.
  • Normal lung tissue looks like a new sponge. Emphysematous lung looks like an old used sponge, with large holes and a dramatic loss of “springy-ness” or elasticity.
  • An abnormal and permanent enlargement of air spaces distal to the terminal bronchioles
  • also severely affects capillaries + blood flow

Cigarette smoke (and other smoke inhalation including dust and air pollution)

  • Destroys lung tissue, which results in the obstruction of airflow, and it causes inflammation and irritation of airways that can add to airflow obstruction.
  • Cigarette smoke causes dysfunction of the cilia.
  • Long-term = cilia disappear from the cells lining the air passages. Without the constant sweeping motion of the cilia, mucous secretions cannot be cleared from the lower respiratory tract.
  • Smoke causes mucous secretion increase – coupled with above causes mucous build up 
  • providing bacteria with a rich source of food –> infection.

Smoking and the immune response

  • Lung immune cells cannot clear many particles (such as tar) that cigarette smoke contains.
  • Increase in susceptibility to lung infection
  • Inflammation caused by the immune system constantly attacking bacteria or tar from smoking leads to the release of destructive enzymes from the immune cells.
  • Over time, enzymes released during this persistent inflammation lead to the loss of proteins responsible for keeping the lungs elastic.
  • In addition, the tissue separating the air cells (alveoli) from one another also is destroyed.


  • Chest X-Ray – changes in lung are physical and visible.  Can also show infections.
  • Lung function tests (how much air your lungs can hold, how quickly your lungs can expel air during expiration, and how much reserve capacity your lungs have for increased demand)
  • Blood test for alpha-1-antitrypsin deficiency – only if family history. 
  • Blood tests for WBC count for infection
  • Arterial blood gas test (O2 + CO2 levels)


Emphysema causes irreversible damage - treatment can only slow progression

  • Stop smoking: halt progression and should improve lung function 
  • Bronchodilators: cause the air passages to open more fully and allow better air exchange, usually the first medications for emphysema - mild cases eg = albuterol (taken with inhaler), fast acting and 1 dose provides relief for 4-6 hours – is a relief medication for periods of shortness of breath, but doesn’t cure. Tiotropium = long acting, more severe. Taken once a day and can extend life expectancy
  • Steroid medications:  decrease inflammation, however not all people will respond to steroid therapy. Orally or inhaled.
  • Surgery if severe eg lung transplant
Everything Happens For A Reason

Luke Alvez x Reader

Requested: No. But, this is actually based on a true story, it was honestly the worst and my mind obviously went to ‘what if this situation happened with a CM character’ and so here we are!

Summary: When you come home from a long day from work and you find out your keys are not in your bag, you get help from a stranger who happens to be incredibly good looking…

Word Count: 1,064, Warnings: None.

Originally posted by criminalmindscreencaps

Goosebumps formed on your soft skin as you walked on the streets of Washington D.C. to your apartment. The cold air brushing against your body made you regret not bringing a jacket to work that morning. All you could think about was getting into a warm bath, putting on your most comfy pyjamas and binge watching ‘Friends’. You rubbed your bare arms, teeth chattering at the wind as you walked down the road to your apartment complex. Your neighbour had just entered in before you and so they held the door for you. You politely thanked them as you attempted to keep open your tired eyes as you walked up to the third floor.

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Lucky Swap

A very very late @mlsecretsanta gift for @teddy529. You had a pretty open-ended request, so I went with a temporary kwami swap!

The day began simply enough. An afternoon wandering around the streets of Paris with Alya by her side and a little money to spend on something to reward herself for her much improved attendance record at school. They even managed to find one of many small shops with a collection of Ladybug and Chat Noir merchandise, primarily intended to appeal to tourists and younger fans. Alya, however, was immediately taken by some of the earrings on display.

“Marinette, look! This one’s perfect for you!” The pink ladybug earrings were exactly the style Marinette typically wore, but Marinette shook her head.

“No, that’s okay. I already have the perfect pair.” She picked up a plastic ring that looked similar to Chat Noir’s. “I really love what I’m wearing.”

“Tell me about it.” Alya rolled her eyes. “I’ve never seen you wear anything else.”

“They were a gift from someone really important.” Marinette chuckled as she set the ring aside.

“Yeah, so you keep saying.” Alya waved the earrings in front of her. “You could at least try these on, though.”

“But I’m not going to buy them,” Marinette insisted.

“Why not? You can like a pair of earrings and still have some variety.” Alya frowned.

Marinette hesitated, caught between her duty to keep her earrings safe and the simple desire to indulge in trying on something new after months of wearing the same accessory every day. Besides, they’d just defeated an akuma last night, and Hawkmoth was probably still sulking over his latest defeat. Surely, she could take the chance to remove her miraculous for a little bit.

Unfortunately for her, the universe seemed to have some different thoughts on the subject. Almost as soon as she’d taken them off and tucked them into her purse, she was interrupted by the sound of shouting outside the small shop. Alya dragged her to the street before Marinette even had the chance to snap her purse shut, and they both stared up at the sight of an akumatized man on stilts, kicking over carts and stomping on cars that didn’t move out of the way fast enough.

So much for a day off.

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henry x elizabeth, modern au-TWP + sevilla

The bed curtains move slightly in the mid-september air as the two of them lay sprawled across the bed. A lucky chance of timing had allowed them to fly to Spain. With the opened widow of their hotel room, Sevilla is gently greeting them with the sounds of the people and the music on the streets.
A late honeymoon. When they got married, Bess was pregnant, their company on the brink of ruin, and their purses, empty. No time or money for vacation. Then of course, the situation improved -but time was still a luxury. And after two years, they decided to be selfish for the next couple of weeks.
Her head lays on his chest, her ear attunes to the sound of his heartbeat as it calms after the passion they just experienced. Her eyes are closed as she listens. How can she express the quietude she feels in such a moment?
He watches her, thankful in his own way, and equally overwhelmed with emotion. His agile fingers plays with the strands of her long hair. It is wild with what they just did, but as they rest he lovingly caresses each strand, combing it until it falls across his own ribs and onto the linens of the bed below. The afternoon sunlight catches and plays in the gleaming rich gold of her hair.
During their visit of the Royal Alcázar Palace this morning, Elizabeth announced that she wanted another child. A little girl. I hope, she specified. He smiled, and his first thought was ‘another one already?’, but remembered how lovely she had been with a round belly and how more love was never a problem.
Looking down, Henry is taken aback for a moment at how utterly beautiful she is as she rests so easily upon him. She unwinds her left hand from the mess of sheets they are tangled in and finds the idle fingers of his right. She touches him lightly, her eyes still closed. Then her fingers lock with his and he is helpless to resist bringing hers to his lips and kissing them.
She feels the touch and shifts to look up at him, meeting his eyes. They both smile silently then. His one hand still intertwines with hers, his other wrappes itself in her beautiful hair, softly cradling the back of her skull, and gently encourages her to meet his lips with hers.

Hometown Weddings | Part 3 | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description: The day of the wedding finally arrived and Tom is ready to go through with his deal and tell the reader how he feels. Only, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word Count: 2151

Part 1 | Part 2


Tom’s head pounded against the inside of his skull as he woke up the sound of a scream. He sat up straight quickly and groaned loudly, clutching his head. He opened his eyes and winced at the brightness of the sun streaming through his hotel window.

Tom lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the light and looked in the direction of the scream. His eyes widened significantly at the sight before him. (Y/N) was sitting right next to him… in his bed… and from what Tom could tell she was completely naked.

(Y/N) was staring at him wide eyed, clutching the bed sheets to her chest trying to cover herself up. Her hair was a mess and last night’s makeup was smeared all around her eyes. Neither of them moved an inch.

“What the fuck,” Tom yelled, then winced at the loudness of his own voice.

“Not so loud,” (Y/N) groaned, clutching her head with one hand. It became clear that they were both extremely hungover. “Did we?” she asked trailing off, looking over at him.

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[a quick fic, definitely not my best work? but i thought of this scene after thinking about what might cause taakitz to grow as close as they did in such a short amount of time? i concluded late-night cooking :^) (maybe i should make this a mini series bc theres no actual cooking in this one) 

anyways read away. spoilers for lunar interlude 4 and everything prior to it i guess. also its 6am and i havent slept, take pity on me vghjbjn]

Taako stares up at the ceiling of his private quarters. He’s so, so tired- the Director has them all training heavily for something she won’t even tell them about. She seems unsettled, though; maybe even frightened, so even Taako agrees to the extra training. Still, despite his aching bones- Thanks, Magnus- he can’t sleep.

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Enouement- 2

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: 1157

AN: … I have never in my life had stronger feelings towards a coffee cup.

Master   Part 1

You had done all you could. You tried to tell yourself that there was nothing else to do, to convince yourself that this was all for the best. But no matter what your logic- or Steve or Sam or Nat- told you, there was a small part of you that was absolutely, unequivocally certain that you had failed. You told yourself it wasn’t your fault, that he was the one who broke your heart, but it didn’t matter. Nothing made it easier.

A soft knock at the door drew you from your self-pity and you pulled yourself out of the kitchen chair, answering it. Bucky looked down at you with a solemn expression when you opened the door. His eyes glittered with unshed tears and they were bloodshot, his eyelids heavy from lack of sleep and mouth turned down even as he tries to give you a weary smile.

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