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anonymous asked:

Bruh don't you think Sero needs more attention, he's cool asf, man.

Heck yes, Sero Hanta is a cool asf character. He’s a nice person, has a fun grin that is NOT A FLAT/PLAIN FACE (Bakugou Katsuki I’m lookin’ at you with giving him that nickname lol) The dude’s design is really interesting with his elbow tape and he’s practically the Spiderman of this show. Love him as a character and I love that he’s a part of the Bakusquad together with Ashido Mina, Kirishima and Kaminari. 

LOOK AT HIS GRIN. He’s not plain at all!

Also I remember seeing him for the first time and was like, DANG KID, YOUR LEGS ARE FAB. GIVE ME YOUR WORK OUT TIPS (along with Iida).

Look at his determination to battle against Todoroki Shouto here in the Sports Festival. I’d look like Midoriya, awkward faced but still determined, during a solo fight.

LOOK AT HIM GO! Wish I could find a gif of him hoppin’ around with his tape.

He was so cute here. And I felt so bad for him. lol. Todoroki did not hold back with his ice and d’awwww. He tried hard here though. Overall yeah, Sero is a cool dude. 

Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day!

Thanks to @freedom-shamrock for alerting this me to this (read all her amazing works here… so many!) I’m commuting so much for work these days that I’m too tired to check Tumblr much ;;

Anyway, as a contributor & consumer of the ml fanfic fandom, here are my shout-outs <3

@breeeliss I’m really enjoying Getting Handsy, it’s the Adrinette sex shop AU I didn’t know I needed! Also recommend A Harmless Proposal! Wonderful smut.

Likewise, Lewybug’s Forever Mine introduced me to Yandere!Mari. Yes please~

@littlemisswolfie ‘s fic Pack is Omega/Alpha done right. A+ sexual tension.

Foldedpages’s Don’t Do This To Me is the ‘Marinette caring for Chat Noir’ that we all need in our lives.

Kitty Cats & Erotica by @carpetburnz deserves inclusion just for the fab title, but it’s also a lesson in how to do the sexual shizz and then step back for the feels~

Emergence by @artisticflutter is a tough read but amazing example of a well-thought and interesting AU (about LB and CN as experiments)

I’m a sucker for wedding AU’s and to you, i thee wed by @megamegaturtle​ is no exception. It’s so in-character and realistic!

More yummy smut, this time in the form of @uswe​‘s tongues of mortals and angels #marichatlove

A fic I’ve simply bookmarked as ‘Marichat goodness’ is A sure thing. by @baneismydragon​! Highly rec.

Another wedding AU, so tender it melts in the mouth! The Two of Us by     @anabielvriskamars

Le Chat Noir by @ParadiseAvenger if you haven’t read this strip club/Magic Mike AU, WHY NOT?? I read it again recently and it was just as hot. 5*

I’m still not over Tangled Ribbons, the ballet AU by @sadrien​. One of the most realistic fics I’ve read in this fandom. Geninue tears when it was over.

Repellent by @torabing is a lesson in how to write Marinette and Akumas. Brava!

Control by @captainqueernerd​ is the sub Adrien fic of my dreams. I re-read it quite often. Goals tbh. Also love all the helpful notes about consensual BDSM! Education #1

If you haven’t read @i-am-thornqueen‘s A Werecat in London, are you even part of the ML fandom? Anyway, I love seeing my babies in my native UK, and WereChat is just yum. Also other works are fab!

Same goes for @siderealscribblings Satisfaction Brought It Back. *Hard* to read in public without getting flustered~ >////<

Originally posted by ryuzaki-lester

First weeks of work experience

I’ve seen a few people starting out their journey into veterinary, and that means building up clinic hours! After a few hundred shadowing hours and work, a few classmates and I have these pieces of advice in common and I thought I’d share it for all the people getting their first week of clinical experience.

Watching and helping in clinics can be super rewarding and really get you fired up to be in the industry, but that doesn’t mean you’re completely free of hiccups and embarrassing moments as you find your feet in the hospital.

  • Don’t ever comment on how quiet it is.
  • Get out of the way! You will probably judge an emergency when it happens, and you’re no help fumbling around talking and getting your hands in the middle of it.
  • Don’t pat all the dogs with “oh he’s so friendly”.
    • Everything about that malamute’s body language says “I’m very nervous, I’m leaning away from your hand because I’d rather not be pet” – we all love dogs and kitties, that’s why we’re here, but I’ve watched many newbie students adore all the dogs, regardless of their body language, and it really freaks out the nurses.
  • X rays are super interesting – but don’t talk while the vet is interpreting them.
  • On day 1 familiarize yourself on the location of: E-T tubes, leashes, F10 bottles, the bins and where all the needles/bandages are. You can be the most helpful at fetching these things.
  • Ask questions when the moment is appropriate. Not when they’re in the abdomen of a small dog and they’re nit-picking around a spleen to ask what the surgeon is doing, and not during an emergency.
  • As tempting as “What’s wrong with this dog?” is as 4 people are running around hooking it up to lines and chucking it under surgery, just wait until it quietens down.
  • Try not to take being told not to do obvious things personally. I’ve had: “Don’t talk to the client during consult”, “Do NOT talk during that delicate surgery”, “stand in the corner”, “no dancing while I’m doing this” (I never dance), “don’t touch that aggressive dog”, “We need silence” before I’ve even started doing anything or have said anything. Just remember we do get enthusiastic newbie students that do do that stuff, and even though I felt like they’ve considered me an idiot, I know it’s just them warning before it starts.
  • Don’t carry your phone on you.
  • Don’t take photos (If you get permission adhere to no social media)
  • Sometimes you can be the butt holder where a dog is squirming backwards out the grip of a nurse and you rush down to push that butt back, complete with hock-grabbing. The nurses will thank you.
  • If you are not comfortable with restraining a dog, just flat out tell them.
  • Sometimes if you gently coo at the dog’s face while it’s getting a catheter it will help the nurses.
  • If you’re doing work experience to get into vet, you can ask for explanations on how to draw blood, find a vein, intubate, but it’s rare that anyone will actually let you do it (that’s fine, you don’t need the practical skills at this point).
  • Don’t comment on the clients.
  • Don’t bag out other clinics you’ve been to (listening to this this makes me flinch, allot of vets know each other, they don’t know you, it’s also unprofessional).
  • Be conscious of your first surgery. I came inches from passing out (Dizzy, blocked ears, double vision), tell someone, if you can’t walk sit down, don’t try run out and smash your head. The surgeon cannot help you, and the nurse is unlikely to.
    • Don’t be embarrassed (I know, I know), it happens to so many people. Remember it’s not normal to watch organs and blood fumbling around, you need to adjust.
    • The worst culprit is being hypoglycemic and dehydrated. Make sure you eat and drink beforehand.
    • Don’t hold your breath, suddenly breathing calmly when you’ve just notice you’re not feeling great rarely works and will just slow your heart-beat down too fast and you’ll end up in the same effect.
  • Don’t touch the surgical drapes!


    • I’ve done it, and I watched a greenie work experience student do it – it’s embarrassing, and super serious, be over paranoid about touching the drapes.
    • Cross your arms when you watch surgeries, it gives the nurse and vet peace of mind that you’re not touching anything.
  • When you help flip a dog over on the surgery table, be really careful with the head, don’t move that neck around with the tube in it.
  • Don’t talk in a surgery unless they talk to you, and don’t get excitedly carried away (you will at some point be abruptly interrupted as they are in a surgery) – I did this.
  • All vets are different, and I’ve both heard and experienced a huge variety of personalities;
    • Some vets are friendly and talkative, they generally don’t mind you shadowing and talking, but they are still vets and get very busy
    • Some vets get very stressed, and bustle around and are obviously doing 100 things at once. Just stay out of their way, follow them from a distance, and basically just watch. You can usually catch their mood and ask a relevant question if the situation stops for a moment.
      • They’re generally not huge grumps, they’ve just got tonnes on their plate, and if someone is chatting then they get distracted and annoyed (don’t talk in their surgeries).
    • Some vets act like you’re an absolute bother, and sigh when you ask questions. Not going to lie, these vets suck and you can pretty much just get away with not talking and standing quietly in a corner to watch and getting your enjoyment out of the nurses until your placement is over. Thank god. 
    • If you’re aiming for veterinary science you will inevitably encounter the discouragement vet. Who may or may not go on a 5 minute+ rant about how it’s not worth becoming a vet. Truthfully if this is the first time you heard at least 60% of this information you probably do need to be told. If this is the 3rd time you’ve encountered this vet, in 7 clinics and 400 hours of placements, you can pretty much smile and nod, because you are completely aware of the loans, job hazards, job availability, stresses, pay, lifestyle and you don’t have to act surprised but kind of just agree.
  • If you can freely see it’s a bad practice, you can live out the work experience and raise your standards for where you’d want to work in the future (unless it’s that unbearable).
  • I’ve been to a prac where I was given a list of rules. Most of these rules were pretty much “do not talk, stand near, ask questions, stand in the way, look, breathe near a vet because they are important and almighty and godlike and you are a small and silly child”, as condescending and mildly insulting as it was, it basically means “they are doing a very important job, watch, but try not to bother them if they’re busy”.

To be the fab work experience student:

  • Try to be proactive and engaged, but don’t harass for jobs when you can see it’s super quiet (Don’t ever say that).
  • Be punctual.
  • When there’s hair everywhere and you don’t have anything interesting to watch, ask them where the vacuum cleaner is.
  • Refill bins.
  • Do their laundry.
  • Clean cages.
  • Tidy the ET tubes.
  • Scrub the clipper heads.
  • Stock the syringes/needles.
  • Organize the desk (don’t throw out the notes).
  • F10/wipe dirty surfaces.
  • Go pet that friendly and stressed out puppy.
  • Watch/monitor an animal as they are waking up.
  • If you’re sick, call it a loss and cancel the placement. You’re not getting paid for starters, I know it really really sucks, but literally no one will be happy you’re there, and you will probably be asked to go home.
  • Try figure out If anyone has allergies before bringing in baked goods at the end (even if it means asking and ruining your surprise).
  • I’ve noticed allot of male vets love computers and video games, and they love to talk about other things besides veterinary and usually get quite excited.

But like I said, be engaged, watch, learn, have fun and by all means ask questions, I’ve had some super wonderful clinics that I felt so sad on my last day that I wasn’t coming back. 

And keep a good impression, my work now was actually a work experience placement I did 2 years ago, I mentioned it in my cover letter and it was a huge reason they’ve taken me.

JugBug || Jughead J.

Word Count: 2266

Warnings: None:)

A/N: Riverdale is my newest obsession and obviously my favorite character is Jughead Jones. I’ve never read the comics but I’ve seen that there he is asexual, however, I’m pretty sure the show is changing him (AKA Bughead) and that’s how I want to write him. I’m sorry if that offends you, but come on, who doesn’t want a little fluff/smut from the mysterious closed-off hottie in the gray beanie? Also, I wrote this at 2 AM when I couldn’t sleep so if it is complete trash, let me know. I value you all comments unless it involves hate. :) 

Sidenote: Thank you to all of the people that followed me after Holy Trench Coat! I love you all so much and you are the best!

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           It was Friday, the typical day that you rejoiced all your happiness because the week was finally over. You didn’t have to go to school, and you could sleep for as long as your mother allowed you to before she decides she needs to vacuum the house and wake you up.

           Normally, on Fridays, You would have a fantastic breakfast of waffles and bacon at Pop’s with a certain raven-haired boy as he typed and you drew, before you headed out to a prison that forced learning upon you. After you would serve your eight-hour sentence, you and sometimes Juggie, if he hadn’t already walked there, headed to Pop’s. Yes, you do interact with people on the way. It is a fair few and normally short conversations as your sarcastic humor is just not appreciated as much as it should be. 

           However, today is different. Your alarm casually didn’t go off and you were rudely awakened by a loud fist slamming into your door. Ever since you realized that your door had a lock on it, you made sure to use it and last night was no different. It definitely helped when your mother decided you didn’t need to sleep anymore.You thought you had fooled her but you were wrong and that was when she began to use the vacuum as punishment and to this day you can’t stand to look at that Dyson Dirt Devil. It even has devil in the name!

           Groaning, you stuck a pillow over your head trying to drown out the banging. After what felt like an hour, but was possibly only five minutes the knocking went away. A soft sigh left your lips as you snuggled deeper into your covers waiting for sleep to overtake you once more.

           However, you were sadly mistaken. The intruder did not go away and just as you were perfectly comfortable, your blanket was snatched off your body and the cold air from the AC unit blew goosebumps on your skin. Your eyes immediately sprung open and you sat up.

           The raven-haired boy didn’t even say anything, but as soon as you stood up his smug expression changed. You watched the smirk drop from his thin light pink lips and his brows furrow.

           “What the hell Juggie? How did you even get in?” Your eyes watched as his hand lifted to show the key that you had given him at the beginning of summer.

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Silver Silence Part 8

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count:  1,607

Warnings: Swearing as always

(it is so beyond hard to write normal lately. I’ve been reading a lot of A/B/O fics and honestly they are my favorite things ever, only problem is that they make it hard to write normal fics when you’re in the mindset that you’re a fucking omega

ps: if you know of any alphabucky reader inserts please tell me)

For the next couple of days Bucky kept a closer eye on you then normal, you where slowly getting your strength back to a normal humans capacity, and he was worried you would over exert yourself. To make him less paranoid you decided to stay clear of training until your body was at full strength, But that didn’t mean you couldn’t watch others train.

You where currently marveling over Steve and Bucky’s toned bodies as they lunged at one another, throwing punches and kicks.

It wasn’t the first time you had done this, but the first time you had been so open about it. In the past you would hide behind workout equipment and long to be able to actually fight. (and also maybe staring at the beautifully chiseled features of two of the hottest super soldiers in the world.)  

However currently, you where completely out in the open, not even bothering to act innocent as your eyes ran the length of Bucky’s body.

With one quick jab at Steve’s ribs, Bucky was able to knock him off balance enough to send a sweep of his feet to Steve’s legs.

Steve’s eyes traveled to you as he now lay on the matt in defeat, watching you sit cross legged near the wall.

You scribbled down a 0 on the small white board you stole from the medical wing, and held it up, giving him a thumbs down and laughing silently.

“I had ‘em on the ropes” he assured, but you just shook your head with a smile.

“(Y/N) do you want to try?” Steve asked, but was quickly shut down by Bucky.

“No, no she’s not ready yet”

You just smiled lightly, knowing Bucky just wanted you to be safe and healthy.

Before Steve could argue further, the door to the training room opened and tony strolled in, dressed in an over the top west wood suit.

“Fancy party?” Steve asked curiously.

“Hardly, no actually a meeting.” He replied, he took a couple of steps towards you and smiled gently, laying a careful hand on your shoulder.

“Miss your voice kid?” he asked softly.

You nodded sheepishly at him, looking over at Bucky who held a sort of jealous glint in his eyes.

Bucky was about to interject, probably some comment about Tony’s strange behavior, when tony began motioning towards the door.  “Come on then, I have something you’ll appreciate.”

You looked back at Bucky, quirking a brow and hoping that he takes the hint to ask tony what he means. Unfortunately he just shrugged, forcing you to suck it up and go with tony anyway.

——————-

“Alright kid, now I know surgeries are probably the least appealing thing to you, given the last couple of weeks, but its small and I’m almost certain the device will work.”

Tony sat you down on the same metal table you’ve felt the first time he explained your heart surgery. Only this time, it was some sort of brain and vocal cords type of surgery.

“It won’t take more than an hour, the healing is fast, and I promise you it won’t be like the last time.”

You looked up at him, thinking for a while but nodding your head. No pain no gain right?

He smiled and got up to inform his team of surgeons, leaving you to stare at the screen he had used to explain everything.

It was some sort of metal device that would be installed in place of your vocal cords and also connect to your brain, and by some complicated mechanics that you honestly zoned out while listening to, it would give you the ability to talk. You honestly felt kind of weird about it, thinking at first that it would be some kind of mechanical voice, but as tony explained he’s able to match to pitch and tone of your normal voice and actually make it sound like you.

You just really hoped it worked.

——————————–

Bucky hadn’t seen (Y/n) since yesterday, and honestly it started to worry him. Where the hell did tony take you, and why hadn’t you come back.

Just as he angrily shut the refrigerator door you came practically skipping into the kitchen.

“Oh hey doll.” He greeted softly, his eyes fixed on your brightly lit smile.

You gave him a wave, looking around and grabbing an orange from the bowl on the counter.

“Want any real food? I could make us some pasta?” he asked.

You gave him a nod, sitting yourself on one of the stools that lined up with the counter, while Bucky began to get a pan out, and search for the wooden spoon he seemed to always use. He looked through a couple draws and cabinets, but came up empty.

“it’s in the sink” you said casually.

“Oh thanks.” He replied, grabbing the spoon from the sink and rinsing it off.

After a few moments you heard the sudden drop of the spoon as Bucky’s head whipped around, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Y-You- did- I mean…”

“Hey handsome.” You answered.

He shuffled across the kitchen, grabbing your face in his hands smiling widly, and looking into your eyes almost trying to read your soul.

“How?!” he asked in a giddy voice.

“Tony gave me some sort of strange device that he got from his so called ‘client’.”  You replied, motioning to the stitches that you had on the side of your neck.

“You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.”
He laughed softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

—————————–

(two days later, finally full strength!)

You retracted your fist as far back as you could, and sent a roaring punch to the side of the black bag, feeling the pressure of your force connect with the object and sent it swinging back. Your other hand doing the same at a rhythmic beat, as a smile spread over face in triumph.

In your frenzies of punches you lifted your leg up, spun, and sent the back of your heal against the bag with so much force that it swung nearly a foot away from the blow. The action would have caused you a broken leg in the past, but today, in this moment, it did nothing but send that beautiful healthy burn coursing through your muscles.

You let your body rest for a few minutes, smiling from ear to ear and swinging your arms back and forth in excitement.

Next you decided to hop onto a tread mill, a thing you where familiar with walking on but never running. You pushed your normal speed of about 3 and let yourself slowly walk, breathing deeply and softly laughing at how little your energy had drained.

After about 2 or 3 minutes you pushed the incline up to 8 and adjusted the speed straight to 10. The light wind from the machines built in fan, made your hair gently caress your face, sticking to your open lips as your mouth was panting and huffing in a wide grin.

Light laughs escaped you as you bumped up the incline and felt the sweat beginning to form on your forehead and arms. In all your years of life, running had never been something you were capable of doing. Your body was like a crumbling piece of stale bread and any moving around that was to wild could send your body into a heap on the floor.

“Trying out the new bones I see?” you heard a voice call over the loud whirl of the machine and slowly glanced back to see Bucky standing in the doorway of the gym. Your smile only grew more as you looked down at your feet, seeing them fly through the air in fluid motions.

“Same bones I’ve always had, just aren’t blocked by a giant black tumor anymore!” you yelled back. He gave an airy laugh and then approached you, causing you to turn the machine back to walking speed.

“What did Helen say about your condition?” he asked, this time at normal talking levels.

“I no longer have brittle bone disease, asthma, kidney failure, or degenerative disc disease. Oh and my iron deficiency has improved.” You stated, smiling at his shocked expression.

“All of that was caused by your powers?”

“Yup! Nearly everything that has ever been wrong with me was caused by my powers excessive need for strength.” His mouth stood agape before he quickly shut it and looked you over. “There is one thing that sucks though.”

“Oh really what’s that?” Bucky’s eyebrows rose.

“I get periods now…” you mumbled.

He let out a barking laugh and shook his head. “You didn’t before?”

You sighed heavily, squirming slightly as you felt the slight presence of what you  body was doing down there.

“I was too skinny before, that stupid pocket kept all the nutrients and calories I got from any sort of food, so my period never really happened.”

He frowned slightly. “so you couldn’t have kids for two different reasons?”

You nodded. “Too frail and no periods, so yeah basically.”

“Hey.. I was wondering..” Bucky’s voice trailed off shyly.

“Go on.” You urged.

“Do you maybe want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?”

Your cheeks went red as you slowly lowered your head to hide it.

“i-I would love to.”

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This has been the most exciting Russian Cup in a while. 4 worlds EF-quality bar routines, 3 of which feature incredibly unique and innovative skills and combinations, the triumphant return of Masha K including strong tumbling, beautiful turns, and a stellar beam set, Melnikova posting good AA scores both days…etc. Vault isn’t looking fab but they can work on that later lol.

anonymous asked:

hi! i'm training to run my first half-marathon ever!! i am a decent runner of middle distances but i find it very hard to motivate myself to run anything longer than 4 miles. any tips?? any tips for nutrition and training as well? anything you have would be extremely appreciated :) thanks girl

Heck yes!

Motivation:

  • PODCASTS. This is my first time training for a full marathon without my big sis, so I’ve been relying on podcasts pretty heavily. This American Life is of course the classic, as well as the TED Radio Hour. I also recommend Radiolab, Missing Richard Simmons, Girlboss Radio, Cand He Do That?, and the soon-to-be-released Rookie podcast!!! Definitely check out the top charts on the iTunes store. This is an especially effective tool if you don’t have a training buddy and don’t like to run to music (like me!)
  • Honestly, physically adapting to long distances is only half of it. Mentally adapting if much harder, but that also means that the more you run long distances, the easier it gets. For the first few weeks of your training, you’ll probably just have to force yourself and get through your runs with mental toughness, but soon enough, 3 mile runs will feel like nothing … then 4, then 5, and so on.

Nutrition:

  • Of course, my first tip is to eat vegan. The best thing you can do for your body is eat a high-protein, whole foods vegan diet. This allows you to consume lots of calories that are good for your body. However, if you aren’t already vegan, I wouldn’t recommend shifting during training (although I accidentally did that!) The main reason is because transitioning to a vegan diet takes a lot of trial and error with what works for your body and time schedule. That being said, you can still do your best to consume whole fruits n veggies, rice, nuts, soy, etc. as often as you can.
  • ALWAYS eat before you run. If you run in the morning, try a bagel with peanut butter and bananas an hour or so before your run. My go-to is plain oatmeal with almond milk, almond butter, and bananas. If you run in the afternoons, try to eat a Clif bar or a banana with almond butter about an hour. You might need to adjust the time or amount of food, but it’s SO important to eat before runs.
  • Also: EAT AFTER RUNS. As soon as you can, go grab yourself something hearty and healthy. I recommend treating yourself to something you love. Mine is thai food b/c it has lots of rice, veggies, and usually tofu (protein, mama). See this post for more. If you can’t get to a meal right away, try a piece of fruit like an apple or a banana and nuts or trail mix.
  • DRINK WATER LIKE IT’S UR JOB. Honestly, I rec only drinking water, but I also drink lots of coffee which is v dehydrating :/ avoid it if ya can.
  • EDIT: No matter what your diet is like, make sure you’re eating enough. I struggled with this one on a meal plan for sure, but whatever you can do to get those calories in, do it. My trick was to eat in the all-you-can-eat cafeteria instead of other campus restaurants like Subway. They usually had rice, veggies, fruit, and some sort of tofu dish in the vegan section. You burn about half a day’s calories running a half marathon so ya gotta replenish those nutrients. Basically, this is just my experience so listen 2 ur body gal

Training in general:

  • Spin class was the best thing to ever happen to me lol. I try to cross-train on Mondays if I have time, which usually involves biking. Stationary bikes are fab because they work muscles that you’ll use in running but in different ways/amounts. It works wonders for your speed work and gives you an excuse to vary your workout and maybe even work out in a group which is SO FUN.
  • If spin class isn’t your thing, try running in a pool or swimming laps. I don’t do this b/c I can’t swim, but my sister does and she says it works wonders for your total body strength, which improves your form and provides a solid foundation of support for the crucial muscles you use during your run.
  • This is v dorky but I always get myself excited by looking @ my race’s social media pages lol. The marathon community is FAB. Depending on what race you run, you’ll probably have people cheering you on the whole way, fun water and food stops, and maybe even some live music. The runners themselves are so lovely. You’ll find yourself talking to mama n daughter duos, sisters, best friends, people running for someone they love who can’t, or people who have run a million races in their lives. They’ll all cheer you on. It’s such a cool thing to be a part of. Let those thoughts carry you through the rough periods. It’s so, so worth it.

CONGRATS and good luck on your training! I’m only a message away if you need anything xo

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On this day in music history: November 5, 1966 - “Last Train To Clarksville” by The Monkees hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 1 week. Written and produced by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart, is the first number one single for “The Pre-Fab Four”. Working as staff writers for music supervisor Don Kirshner’s publishing company, Boyce and Hart use The Beatles then recent hit “Paperback Writer” as the initial inspiration for “Clarksville”. Bobby Hart mistakenly believes that The Beatles were singing about a “last train”. When he realizes that isn’t correct, he still likes the imagery enough to begin writing a song around it. The track is recorded at RCA Victor Studio B in Hollywood, CA on July 25, 1966. With The Monkees themselves spending as much as twelve hours a day filming the series, the music tracks are cut with studio musicians (though band members Mike Nesmith and Peter Tork are both accomplished musicians) in order to make the recordings as quickly as possible. The group would then be brought into the studio to record their vocals. The single is released on August 16, 1966, one month before their top rated TV series debuts on NBC on September 12, 1966. Entering the Hot 100 at #67 on September 10, 1966, it climbs to the top of the chart nine weeks later. “Clarksville” is the first of three chart topping singles, and six top ten singles for The Monkees. “Last Train To Clarksville” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.

You know what? I love fanfiction. Reading good fanfic, bad fanfic; old authors, new authors. Canon ships or crack ships; my otp and Notp.

The reason I love fanfiction so much is because of the effort put into each and every story. YOU wrote this. YOU created this. YOU spent your time on this work for nothing other than your love of the characters.

If no one else tells you this, I will. I am so proud of you and you did such a fantastic job. Keep the fics coming :)

tarmetiel  asked:

Is it okay that I have multiple promts to choose from? ^_^. Also, for realsies your five line work is fab! *Word Promts: Dreams. Nightmares. Breathless. Hope. Fuck.* Thank you!!

Send me a one word/phrase prompt + a ship + “five line fics”>

Dreams

Her dreams are like cotton candy, sweet and fluffy, dissolving in seconds, a desperate taste of something heavenly that haunts her for days.

They’re unrealistic little slices of a possible future that leave her feeling like the most naive fool on the planet.

She should actively try and make them stop, accept that those nights spent locked in the soft embrace of her deadly lover are the only thing she’ll ever have with Frank.

But she can’t, because dreams filled with his smile, his rumbling laugh, with children that have her wavy blonde hair and his dark eyes, don’t feel so much like dreams as much as they do hopeful premonitions.

And as much as the world tries, it can’t stamp out the hope that lives in Karen’s soul, the hope she feels when he pulls her close in the night.


Nightmares

She doesn’t dream in color, but neither does she dream in black and white.

It’s shades of blue that color her slumber, and his skin is the palest blue she’s ever seen, an icy canvas covered with dark navy stains that can only be bruises, slashes of blood the color of blueberries smeared across his face.

And he’s as still as a sculpture - static as though he’s never moved, not once in a thousand years - and as much as she tries, there’s no way to pick him up, no way to breath life into his cold lungs.

Because in the nightmares she’s as pale and cold as he is, her soul already cleaved from her body, death hanging around her in a bright almost gleefully evil blue aura the color of forget-me-nots.

But when she wakes, the sun is soft and yellow, streaming through the blinds, Frank warm beside her, his skin flush, in living color.


Breathless

One hand at her throat, fingers measuring her jumping pulse, the other hand at the apex of her thighs, touch maddeningly deliberate.

She pants out a desperate plea for him to unleash whatever it is he’s holding back, to break her into a thousand pieces and not worry about putting her back together, and it elicits an amused chuckle against her skin.

Her wish is his command, deliberate strokes of callused fingers becoming rough fast, her answering fingernails digging crescent moons into his back.

She thinks maybe she’ll never breathe again, all the air escaping her lungs in a strangled cry as she arches against him.

They don’t talk after, and when he leaves it’s like he took all the air with him.


Hope

Hope is a girl with dark eyes and a soft spot for her taciturn father.

Hope makes Frank feel like someone has removed his heart and put it in fragile glass box outside his body, and any day now it might be crushed like it was before.

Hope touches his bruises and traces their edges while her mother looks on bemusedly, wondering if the child has ever seen her father without some kind of contusion on his face.

Hope was an accident that sent both of her parents into a spiral of fear and misgiving, Frank wondering if he was human enough to have a family again, and Karen wondering if she was strong enough.

Hope likes the way her parents’ heartbeats seem to sync up when she’s lying between them in bed, the thunderstorm outside nothing more than a dull roar.


Fuck

He loves it when she says, “Fuck!”

Angry and passionate, she flings it at him during the peak of an argument, and all he can see is her sparking eyes and the blood rushing beneath her skin.

Twisted in the sheets, legs wrapped around his hips, she hisses it in his ear as stars explode behind her eyes, and all he can feel is the way he’s surrounded by her.

Embarrassed, she mumbles it when she’s drunk and cannot seem to walk straight, and all he can do is laugh at the careful way she clings to his arm and walks on her tiptoes to avoid cracks in the sidewalk.

And once, when all seemed lost, she cursed the universe, saying it over and over again as her tears fell against the side of his face, and all he could feel was the shaking of her body as she used the palm of her hand to keep his heart beating.


Five Line Fics

~~~Start at the Beginning~~~

”Y’know, make it up. Pretend to be in a relationship with someone. Can’t be that hard to fake, right?” it was still a stupid idea, but Todd was actually pretty invested in it now. He leaned forward, folding his arms. “C’mon, think about it- you got any other desperate homeless friends?”

Yellow sat up fully, glancing between Todd and the paper. The storm clouds parted, and the sunniest smile Todd had ever seen broke across his face. “Well, now that you mention it, one fellow does spring to mind…”


Flatmates/Fake-Dating AU, based on the TV show ‘Spaced’.

Todd meets Dirk when both are homeless and stuck in a rut- Todd fresh out of the band, Dirk fresh out of England- and find the perfect apartment. The catch? It’s professional couple only. Dirk proposes a ruse, and Todd’s too desperate to be picky. With the help of their friends- Farah, Todd’s trigger-happy ex-crush from college; Bart, Dirk’s terrifying ex-bodyguard from boarding school; Ken, the mysterious computer guy downstairs- they must keep their landlady Amanda Mandelbrot believing the lie, and learn to navigate the wonderful world of being ‘independent adults’.

What could go wrong?


Hey guys! Guess what? IT’S BIG BANG TIME!

Anyone remember that Spaced AU I wrote a lil teaser of once? Well, I’ve polished it up, poured my heart and soul into it, massively extended it (60K Y’ALL), and now it’s up for your reading pleasure!

You can read it RIGHT HERE on Ao3!!!

ALSO, stay tuned for GLORIOUS ACCOMPANYING ART by @bearaiin!!! It’s been just FAB working with you, darling- you have mad skillz! <3

Let’s give a massive shout-out to the Big Bang mods for setting this all up, yeah? Nice one bros! I had a blast! ^_^

Happy reading, my darlings! Hope you like <3

Jay-Z, photographed signing autographs at the famed Rucker Park basketball courts in Harlem on July 8, 2003.

That Summer Jay, an avid basketball fan, decided to put together an all-star team to make a one-time challenge for the “Entertainers Basketball Classic” (EBC) trophy.  To achieve this he would have to unseat the defending champions: Fat Joe’s “Terror Squad” team. Joey Crack’s team boasted rugged NBA players such as Stephon Marbury and Ron Artest, both of whom had honed their skills in New York school yards. Jigga was unfazed: “I’m going to bring this team together. I’m only going to do it once, and obviously I plan to win.”

The “S. Carter” power clique would include two Rucker veterans, rebound machine John “Franchise” Strickland and sweet shooter Reggie “Hi-5” Freeman, along with NBA players Lamar Odom, LeBron James, Tracy McGrady, Jamal Crawford, Kenyon Martin, and Sebastian Telfair. If squad numbers were looking low, Jay had the power to make a few calls and have them on a private jet, flying to Harlem for his teams next game.

Hov’s team made it all the way to the final game of the championship, with high hopes of taking away the trophy resting on their secret weapon, Shaquille O’Neal—who was waiting in a New York City hotel for Jay’s call. On August 14 in the final game they were due to face Joey’s “Terror Squad" team; but disaster struck the day of the final: a massive blackout had engulfed New York City, leaving over 55 million citizens in the United States and Canada without electricity for nearly 24 hours. Tournament organizers planned to reschedule the game for the following week, but there was a major problem: Jay had already booked a private jet for August 15 to fly himself and Beyoncé to Europe for a two-week vacation. This was one of their first vacations together, so, as committed as he was to his basketball team, he refused to reschedule or cancel the trip and risk alienating Bey in the early stages of their relationship.

Without Hov operating as the plug to bring in the big names the “S. Carter” team would officially forfeit the match, meaning the “Terror Squad” were uncontested back-to-back champions. Putting his girlfriend over attending the game would mean that the beef between Jay and Fat Joe became stronger than ever.

During the tournament Jay had enlisted hip-hop pioneer and friend Fred “Fab Five Freddy” Brathwaite to capture behind-the-scenes footage. He planned to release it as a DVD documentary, alongside footage of the opening of The40/40 Club and the release of the first Reebok “S. Carter Collection.” When Jay got back from his European holiday he told Fab to stop working on the film, and the project was dead. Fab’s tapes contain hours of footage, from candid interactions between Jay and his players, to shots of some of the best basketball ever to grace The Rucker. Yet they will most likely forever remain filed away, destined to fall short of the public eye.

Warm Hugs

((Thank you to @tf2kiwi for allowing me to use one of her amazing pictures as inspiration for this short story! Everyone should really check out her work; it’s fab, and she’s a great artist! I hope that you all enjoy.))

~~~

    The sun was low over the horizon as the Engineer finished making changes to his last sentry. The battle had been over long ago, but it was his job to perform regular maintenance on his machines, changing them to night vision at dusk, then back again at dawn. True, it was highly unlikely for the BLU to attack while the RED slept, but it was nice to have the extra precaution if such a situation did arise.

    Now that the Texan had wrapped up his work, he straightened up and looked at the sunset. The colours swept over the sky, as though someone had painted many shades of yellow, orange and red on a large canvas of black and blue. It was gorgeous, and pushing his hat up with his thumb he took a moment to appreciate it.

    A few minutes passed as the sun sank below the flat plain that stretched out for miles, and now he stood under a midnight sky, a few stars already beginning to show themselves. With the dark, a breath of wind whispered in his ear, bringing a chill down his spine. There was something about this place, this war ground full of fake death, that was eerily beautiful at night.

    Bending down to pack away his tools, he shut the cherry-red box with a satisfying ‘thunk’ before closing his right hand around the handle. He went to pick up the toolbox, only to be stopped by gloved arms wrapping around his waist. He didn’t panic, but instead smiled and turned his head. It was the Pyro who was currently giving him a hug; standing properly, he let out a small chuckle.

“Yah couldn’t have waited in the warm for me, huh?” He loved the little firebug, and the sweet gestures they showed him on a regular basis. Yesterday, they had helped him sort out his entire workshop, and the day before they had protected his sentries from that pesky BLU Spy. He didn’t know why they spent so much time around a boring old man like him, especially when they could play with Scout instead, but he appreciated it and showed this by treating them with only sweetness and kind words.

    Speaking of, the Pyro gently nuzzled into the Engineer’s cheek, making a soft noise. It sounded like they said 'Mwah’, as if giving him a kiss. He could feel a light blush cover his cheeks, followed by a grin.

“Is that supposed to be a kiss?” He asked, answered only by the firebug picking him up and spinning him around, giggling happily. Their strength always surprised him, but then again they did wield a pretty hefty flamethrower all of the time.

    As soon as they put him down, he promptly fell on his rump as he tried to regain his balance. Laughter bubbled out of his lips as he shook his head. The Pyro quickly sat beside him, their own glee shown by the rasping noises leaving their filter. He found it endearing, rather than terrifying, when they spoke or showed any signs of human emotion; he knew that they were just like a child under that mask, which was probably one of the reasons why the firebug treated him like a doting child idolising their father.

    Wrapping his arm around their shoulders, he pulled them closer to his chest so that he was now cuddling them. The pair both lay back, the stars twinkling above them as they enjoyed the silence between them. The moment was perfect, completed by the Pyro mumbling something quiet.

“W lwve yww Nngee.”

“I love yah too lil buddy.”

anonymous asked:

May I ask why you don't just turn the text version of the tags into the source link? Like that the posts keep their two line aesthetic instead of three? Either way, great blog, keep up the fab work!

Mostly it’s for clarity’s sake - we think it’s just easier to tell what the link is going to when it’s marked. However, we can’t deny that aesthetics play a part as well. It just looks nicer.

Also, thank you! You are very kind.

Jay-Z, photographed signing autographs at the infamous Rucker Park basketball courts in Harlem on July 8, 2003.

That Summer Jay, an avid basketball fan, decided to put together an all-star team to make a one-time challenge for the “Entertainers Basketball Classic” (EBC) trophy.  To achieve this he would have to unseat the defending champions: Fat Joe’s “Terror Squad” team. Joey Crack’s team boasted rugged NBA players such as Stephon Marbury and Ron Artest, both of whom had honed their skills in New York school yards. Jigga was unfazed: “I’m going to bring this team together. I’m only going to do it once, and obviously I plan to win.”

The “S. Carter” power clique would include two Rucker veterans, rebound machine John “Franchise” Strickland and sweet shooter Reggie “Hi-5” Freeman, along with NBA players Lamar Odom, LeBron James, Tracy McGrady, Jamal Crawford, Kenyon Martin, and Sebastian Telfair. If squad numbers were looking low, Jay had the power to make a few calls and have them on a private jet, flying to Harlem for his teams next game.

Hov’s team made it all the way to the final game of the championship, with high hopes of taking away the trophy resting on their secret weapon, Shaquille O’Neal—who was waiting in a New York City hotel for Jay’s call. On August 14 in the final game they were due to face Joey’s “Terror Squad" team; but disaster struck the day of the final: a massive blackout had engulfed New York City, leaving over 55 million citizens in the United States and Canada without electricity for nearly 24 hours. Tournament organizers planned to reschedule the game for the following week, but there was a major problem: Jay had already booked a private jet for August 15 to fly himself and Beyoncé to Europe for a two-week vacation. This was one of their first vacations together, so, as committed as he was to his basketball team, he refused to reschedule or cancel the trip and risk alienating Bey in the early stages of their relationship.

Without Hov operating as the plug to bring in the big names the “S. Carter” team would officially forfeit the match, meaning the “Terror Squad” were uncontested back-to-back champions. Putting his girlfriend over attending the game would mean that the beef between Jay and Fat Joe became stronger than ever.

During the tournament Jay had enlisted hip-hop pioneer and friend Fred “Fab Five Freddy” Brathwaite to capture behind-the-scenes footage. He planned to release it as a DVD documentary, alongside footage of the opening of The40/40 Club and the release of the first Reebok “S. Carter Collection.” When Jay got back from his European holiday he told Fab to stop working on the film, and the project was dead. Fab’s tapes contain hours of footage, from candid interactions between Jay and his players, to shots of some of the best basketball ever to grace The Rucker. Yet they will most likely forever remain filed away, destined to fall short of the public eye.

Fun

This is a quite a bit shorter then I usually write, but it is late where I am and I need to sleep. This is based on the below prompt by the lovely @lady-pearl. Thank you for the adorable prompt. I hope you like it!!

Prompt:
I LOVE YOUR BLOG BOO! Wondering if you could do a bit of fluff about Jack coming home early and hearing you singing around the house (in the shower??) and him just listening to you being silly and just being 100% heard eyes over you? Keep up the fab work queen 💋

Fun
Summary:
Girls just wanna have fun. Jack/Reader
Warnings: Not much… fluff and marital nudity

Nesting.

That’s what the doctor called this urge to clean and organize.

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