finished construction

So this year, my school finished construction on a pool. The rules about the pool and swim curriculum are state-mandated and obviously written by a board of 80-year-olds who don’t understand teenagers in the least. One rule is you can’t swim under the gigantic bulkhead that divides the 14-foot area from the rest of the pool. They refuse to tell us why that is. So, this one kid, he decides to swim under the frickin bulkhead. Turns out, it only leaves about a foot of room at the bottom? Kid almost drowns, and then gets suspended. Now they tell us why we can’t swim under the bulkhead.


A sneak peek at my personal contribution to the installation project I’m co-directing.

It’s gonna be our own 24 ft long version of Trump’s proposed border wall, to be displayed around Boston. It will be covered in artwork from artists who identify as part of the marginalized groups, who are responding to being targeted by the same rhetoric that brought Trump into office.


The day he won the lottery was the best day of his life. His state allowed people to collect anonymously, so nobody would know about his winnings except for him and the IRS. His coworkers would never know. He saved a lot of his money, but he did have one major purchase. 

He built a home. Under it, a two story basement complete with steel doors on the rooms. Thirty rooms underground in fact.

The place was out in the middle of nowhere, and he used almost fifty different construction crews to build the thing so no one company even had full specifications to the house.

Of course the house had three stories above ground, this was where he would hold dinner parties and his family would visit him at.

No sooner had the house been finished, the construction crews left the site and he had moved in did he put the rest of his plan into action.

His second purchase was a van, one which he removed all of the back seats and replaced with a mattress and several iron loops to hold restraints.

It took a few hours of driving for him to finally find a girl walking home alone after dark. He pulled over and asked if she wanted a ride.

She did not. She kept walking away, but he knew she was the one, so when she walked into an alleyway he followed her in his van. He rolled up behind her and shot her with a tranquilizer dart. She ran a few steps before she collapsed in a heap.

He stopped the van with it still running, got out of the van and picked her up and hauled her into the back.

Once she was securely cuffed down in the back he drove her home.

She had a school id with her. Mary was her name and she was in high school apparently. He wondered how many other teenage boys had the opportunity to defile her tiny body before he found her.

The drive took several more hours to get home since he’d picked her up from two states away. He had to pull over several times to re-drug her with an injection because she woke up and started screaming.

When he pulled into his garage he pulled her unconscious body out of the back of the van and carried her into the elevator in his house. He went down to the lowest level and took her into one of the newly constructed rooms and laid her onto the floor.

While she was still unconscious he undressed her and threw her clothes into the furnace. She wouldn’t need clothes as his new fuck toy.

When he had finished burning all of her possessions from the clothes on her back to her school backpack, he took his time going back to her. He wanted her awake for the next step.

After a meal and a quick chat with his friend on the phone, he figured she must be awake so he went back down to greet her.

Sure enough she was awake. Screaming and crying and trying to find a way out of the room. When he walked in he locked the door behind himself, as she cowered in the corner trying- and failing- to hide her private parts with her hands.

“Hello Mary.”

“How do you know my name? Where am I? What are you going to do with me?” She blurted out

“I read your ID before I destroyed it Mary. Where you are is unimportant. As for what I am going to do with you, I am not sure you want to know the answer to that, but I think you already know.”

“Are you going to rape me?” she sobbed, snot coming out of her nose.

It was disgusting. He grew hard at the sight of it.

“What do you think the answer to that is Mary?”


“Is that what you want me to do?”


“You don’t seem too sure of that.”

“I don’t want you to rape me. Please let me go.”

“What will you do for me if I promise to let you go?” he mused, toying with her tiny brain now.

“Anything. Anything just tell me.”

“How old are you Mary?”

“Twenty one.”

“Are you sure? Mary? Your ID was from high school. How old are you really?”

Her eyes darted around the room desperately.

“Mary how old are you?” his voice grew darker at the question.

“S-six-teen.” she stuttered.

“How many boys have you fucked?” he asked again.


“You are a virgin then?”

“Y-yes.” she whined and hung her head. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh I know you won’t tell anyone. What will you do if I promise to let you go? Be specific.”

“I’ll um, I won’t tell anyone about you.”

“Try again.”

“I’ll clean for you? Do your dishes?”

“I don’t think so Mary. You can do better than that.”

“I don’t know- I don’t know what you want from me!”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to educate you on how things are done in this house.” He said as he lunged at her.

She tried to get away, but the room was too small, and he was too strong. He pinned her to the ground in no time. Her tiny breasts pinned to the ground beneath her as her ass pressed against his groin.

“Are you on birth control Mary?” he asked in her ear as she struggled to get away from him.

She only grunted as she struggled.

“I asked you a question Mary!” he shouted.

She flinched.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked again as he wrapped his hands around her neck.

“N-no.” she stammered.

“Good.” he said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.

“Stop!” she cried as he positioned himself at her virgin hole.

He laughed as he thrust in breaking her hymen. She cried out in pain and began begging hysterically for him to stop.

He didn’t. He continued battering away, ramming her cervix with the head of his penis. Purposely trying to make it as painful as possible for his newly caught virgin.

She struggled more to break free, but he was stronger than she was.

“This is what you were made for bitch!” he cried as he pummeled her insides with his cock.

“No. Please stop.” She pleaded more.

“You don’t get to make demands of me whore.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call you what?” he taunted as he raped her previously unused hole. Pulling his penis almost all the way out, before ramming it painfully back into her cervix.

“Whore.” she murmured in defeat as he thrust into her.

“Yes that is what you are.” he said with laughter, balls tightening with her degradation.

“No I am not.” she complained, so he grabbed her hair and lifted her head before slamming it back down onto the concrete floor.

“You are a whore and you will admit so or I will break every last bone in your body.”

“No.” she grunted, so he slammed her head onto the floor three more times.

“Say it! Say you are a whore or I will kill you! Do you understand?” he shouted as he rapidly approached his release.

“I am a w-whore.” she sobbed.

“Say you are my whore.”

“I am your whore.” she wailed, desperately trying to curl up into a ball to avoid being hurt.

“Say it again!” he demanded as he finally released her hair, to grip her hips and thrust with abandon.

“I am your whore.” she cried.

“Whores like being fucked don’t they?” he taunted.

“Y-yes” she gagged on her own words now as he fucked her.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.” she said, voice going hollow as she spoke.

“Tell me you want me to fuck your whore cunt.”

“I want you to fuck my whore cunt.”

“Tell me you want me to cum in your whore cunt.”

“I want you to cum in my whore cunt.”

“Say please.”


“Please what?” he asked. She was confused for a moment before she seemed to figure it out.

“Please cum in my whore cunt.”

“But that will knock you up. You aren’t on birth control.”


“Yes what?” he taunted again as he thrust wildly now.

“Yes I want you to cum in my whore cunt and knock me up.”

And with that he did.

Just Ask - Part 6

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: I know, I’m sorry. 

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Dance With Me

Originally posted by babustyles

I’M ALIVE! I promise. But I know, I’ve been gone for aaages, and there’s no excuse for me other than the worst writer’s block. Again, I’m sorry. I can’t promise that I’ll post every week like I used to, but I can say that I’m still on here, even when I’m not writing :) Hope you enjoy! x

Word Count: 1,775 (A lot shorter than my usual, I’m sorry.)

This is Dunkirk!Harry and inspired by this imagine. (Yes I read Bucky stories, don’t judge me. Sebastian is beautiful.) Feedback is greatly appreciated.

“Dance with me.” You utter, fingertips lacing with his. A breath escapes his lips as you tug him into the empty space of your living room, running small circles into the back of his hand. 

The music plays further as your bodies connect like puzzle pieces. Your chest presses to his and you sigh, resting your head against his collarbones. You gently lay kisses onto the area as he squeezes your hands softly. Inhaling his scent, you lift your head and meet with his eyes. They pierce your own but remain sweet and full of admiration.

The record player is a few meters away from you, belting out the song though you can’t help but sing along.

“And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.”

The words drip out with passion and Harry leans in to close the gap. 

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anonymous asked:

For a request: Anything with Orisas thoughts on Efi? Is she her mother? Her creator?

  • I think most of all Efi’s her friend

  • Efi loves robots. She saw a broken down OR-15 that everyone else had given up on and repaired and improved on her from the ground up. Never with the mindset of “I’ll control a powerful omnic” but out of a belief that Orisa could do good.

  • She wouldn’t program Orisa to see her as an ultimate authority figure, or even as the sole focus of her existence. She gave her a strong moral compass to follow, allowed her to learn and adapt like any other sentient being.

  • So while Orisa is aware of Efi being her creator, that would come second or third behind “girl I like and want to protect” and “teacher”

  • Because a teacher is what Efi is first and foremost after she finished Orisa’s construction. Her programming needs finetuning so she doesn’t do more harm than good. She needs to be taught how to protect people without causing others harm (or thousands of dollars in property damage) and Efi is the one who teaches her

  • I sort of see them as a close analogue to Hiro and Baymax? They learn and grow with the time they spend together and develop a genuine friendship the same (and stronger) as with the other humans in the story

  • There would be a lot of variety in how omnics approach their creators. With submissiveness, arrogance, love or not caring for them one way or the other.

  • For Efi it would be important that Orisa doesn’t see herself as below humans, after all she’s an amazing piece of technology with a good soul and honest intentions. But neither should she see herself as above them, especially since her protocol to protect people could very easily be warped into something sinister if she forgot the value and importance of a single life

  • Treating her as an equal would come natural to Efi who adores omnics as much as she wants to protect humans, but it would also serve to cement the kind of values she wants Orisa to have

  • Eventually Orisa’s perception of Efi may change. She’s just a month old and her core programming is still very close to the parametres Efi put in originally. As she seeks for her identity she may well decide that Efi is a sort of mother figure to her because she brought her into the world and taught her all she needed to know. Or she might decide that the opposite is true, that because it’s her job to protect Efi she’s the guardian. Their relationship will only grow more nuanced as time passes

  • But for now they’re friends.
Ula’ula Island & Po Town

A brief history of Alola’s second largest island; focuses on Pokemon Lore and Native Hawaiian culture, especially on mythology based around Lono and Kanaloa.

Centered around the Calavera AU

The land where Po Town is located, along with the entirety of Ula’ula Island, once belonged to and was inhabited by a group of Kanaka Maoli (Native Alolans); though the name of the tribe has been long forgotten, they were a tribe of farmers who worshipped Tapu Bulu. Because of their numerous, generous libation and gifts to the Tapu, they were blessed with fertile land—their crops were nourished by the perfect balance of sun and rain, allowing the tribe to live a comfortable but humble existence with a bounty of food. Their thanks were given in the form of the holiday, Makahiki, a grand festival that celebrated the bounty of the land.

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Stuck with Me - Part 2

Catch Up Here.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Words: 1,718

A/N: Sooooo part 1 went over really well. Like WAY better than I ever thought it would, which is so amazing. And a little fucking scary honestly. I really hope you guys continue to like it. (Please let me know I’m a slut for tumblr notifications) Thank you so much for reading!!! You’re all just delicious little confidence boosting nuggets and I love you.


“Do you want me to find her?”

Sam looked across the diner’s table at Cas. Nobody had spoken about the whole soulmate debacle since that morning in the bunker. Two days. It had been two days, and even though they were on a case it was all Sam could think about. Not talking though, was the Winchester way so he kept his mouth shut.

“I don’t know Cas,” Sam answered quietly, glancing over at Dean. “I mean, we find her, then what?”

Neither one answered.

“Guys I’m serious. I’m at a loss here.”

“Look, all I know is we need to make some kind of decision. I can barely think about this damn case. We’re distracted, Sammy. Someone’s gonna get hurt if we keep this up.”

“Dean’s right. You’re both very distracted by the whole situation. I will do whatever I can to help, no matter what you choose to do, but you must choose something.”

“Ok. Ok, we find her. Just where she’s at. Don’t kidnap her or anything. Maybe if we know where she’s at it’ll help us know where to go from here?”

It shouldn’t be a question, but Sam had no clue what would help and what would make everything worse.

“Well, you heard the man Cas. Go look for Sam’s baby mama.”

After Cas left, Sam and Dean both agreed to put a lid on that situation in order to finish the case in relatively one piece. It was a salt and burn that shouldn’t be taking this long. They knew that they had to put everything about Y/N aside, at least until the case was done. They also knew they were both completely full of shit, and there was no way either was going to stop thinking about it.

At least they were on the same page.

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Thank you and update!

I know there has been a slight lapse in pictures and content (and trust me people let me know, haha).  So I wanted to send a quick message for any of those interested in reading and keeping up with a true blog, not just pictures but also real information.  Winter has been good so far but it also causes a lapse in my online presence.  After the holidays it has always been a ritual for me to take my horses down south and get them out of PA where I live for the dead of winter.  When I’m south I’m working and training the horses and not always “connected” like when I’m at home.  I’ll be heading home in the next couple weeks.  From there we will be working on several things and a few new announcements as well.  I’ll be working on getting new content and pictures for the blog.  We will also continue (or hopefully finish) construction of our personal fitness, coaching, motivation and health website.  The announcement of a couple wonderful sponsors and partners.  I’m so excited to work for them and sponsor their brands, apparel, and products.  Probably a couple personal announcements as well.  But all and all it has been a good trip and I’m ready to get home.  I miss “my” gym, my routine, all my friends at home and especially my man!  Thank you for over 12,000 followers at this point, WOW!  Thank you for your patience and let’s make 2017 a GREAT year!!!!!  - Shelley 

5 Things I’ve I’ve Learned While Writing My First Manuscript

Hello and welcome to my first blog post! I’m Laura – an aspiring writer, as you may have guessed by the title of this post – and I, like many others, have made a lot of horrible mistakes and revelations with my first manuscript. While I’m only halfway through my first draft, being the masochistic, self-embarrassing person that I am, I thought I’d share what those lessons were.

1.      The first line is hard.

It’s even harder when you put all this pressure on it that you really don’t need. It’s just a collection of words, just like the rest of the novel.

Don’t fret.

2.     Don’t go back and edit.

There were so many times when I finished a chapter or a scene and then realized: Shit. That’s not how I mapped that character. Or, oh my god, I just missed out a HUGELY important part of that character’s backstory.

What I’ve learned is that it’s the hardest but the best thing you can do for your novel to just. Keep. Pushing. Through.

You’ve got to grit your teeth and remember that this is what second drafts are for, because if you go back and rewrite something every time you notice a mistake, you’ll never finish the stupid thing.

3.     Outlines can be really fun. Or they can be torture.

This lesson is kind of unavoidable as a newbie writer. If you’ve never outlined your book before, you won’t know what sort of outline you like. So you could get 20,000 words into the story (like me), realize you screwed up your outline because you did it on Word instead of post-it notes, and lose your damn mind.

“Why is everything so disorganized!?” You scream, before slamming your head against the keyboard for the millionth time.

Take a deep breath. Stop writing. Redo your freaking outline.

4.     Finish ALL character construction before you start writing.

I didn’t take this step seriously because I didn’t take my writing seriously in the beginning; it was just something I was dabbling in which I hadn’t done in years.

But if you’re considering writing a novel, you have to finish all your character construction 100% before you can start the novel.

A lot of my characters have half-finished outlines. So sadly, I’m gonna have to take a break from all the fun writing I’ve been doing to map them out halfway through the story.

5.     Don’t be too hard on yourself.

I’m actually pretty good at remembering this lesson, but I think every writer finds it invaluable.

You don’t need to be the next F. Scott Fitzgerald in the writing world to have an incredible work in your hands – or, well, your head.

Remember that it’s okay to make the above mistakes, and many more (seriously, I could list hundreds). Just push the negative thoughts away for a moment, and keep tapping at that keyboard. Good things are bound to come out of it if you work hard enough.

So that’s all I’ve got to say on the subject. I’m sure I’ll have plenty more to talk about once my novel is finished and once I move onto the editing phase for my novel. Thanks for reading this far and I’d love to hear some feedback!

vespidaequeen  asked:

“Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.” for Harding/Krem?

“So,” said The Iron Bull, upon finishing the note his lieutenant had given him, “you received a note about a secret assignation from your girlfriend, who has been away for over a month, and your first thought was of me?” He chuckled, propped his bad leg back up on the bench in front of him, and leaned his chair back on two legs. It creaked ominously under his weight. “I’m flattered, Krem-de-la-Krem, but I really think–”

Krem felt his face heat with anger and not a little embarassment, “It is not that kind of meeting, Boss, it’s not like that. I mean she’s not really my girlfriend… yet… I don’t think…” He grew frustrated at Bull’s knowing look, which was really worse than further teasing. “We don’t have assignations, all right? Lace isn’t the assignation type and–”

“You don’t know what the word “assignation” means, do ya, Krem?”

“–AND ANYWAY this is obviously about some kind of trouble, and I think I ought to take some backup,” he finished with a decisive nod.

Bull looked at him dubiously, and then at the note more dubiously, then shrugged, “Whatever you say. You know, if you wanted a chaperone you could have just asked.”

Krem groaned, then trudged away to gather his armor.


The bridge was newly constructed by one of the Commander’s work crews, the stones were unworn and undirtied, and some reflected moonlight on their facets.  It was quiet here, as the road was not yet in use after construction finished.  He could hear the wind in the trees, and the rush of the brook at the bottom of the ravine. Krem’s armored footsteps were the loudest sound in the night.  Bull’s were the second loudest.

Harding was sitting on a small recess right above the keystone of the arch. She was not armored. She was wearing a dress, and her hair was loose from its normal bun. The dress was trimmed with lace, like her name.  She had turned to smile at him when he approached, but it faltered a bit when she saw Bull was a few paces behind.

Krem stopped in his tracks. He felt embarrassment rush over him again, “I– ah, I thought from your note that there might be trouble here so I… brought backup.”

Harding did an admirable job of stifling her laughter, but she was at least still smiling at him, so that was something. “That’s very… conscientious of you, Cremisius.”

Behind him, Bull muttered, “Now you see this is an–”

“Don’t even start, Boss.”

Cruel Summer (Loki x reader)

lostmermaidponyo said: Could you do one based on the avengers academy game if you know about that? Either reader X Loki (if you do Loki I haven’t followed to long so idk) or reader X Tony

snooper1 said: Could you do a loki x reader where the reader has help the frosty space god deal with the extremely hot summer? (Like where havin here in vegas its already 90° f 😦) thank you

“I really don’t see the purpose in bringing me here, brother.  What benefit could I possibly find amongst immature and misguided youths with the ridiculous idea that they could one day be something called…an Avenger? Is that right?”

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