great way to start off my morning

Oh my God, we're so sorry we blocked your doorway. Now go get your ear muffs.

I’ve had a long respectable career in game development. A couple of years ago I’ve abandoned it for a cushy corporate job, and now spend most of my days missing gamedev.

This story takes place about 10 years ago at the apex of my career.

I was the lead on a AAA project. Our parent company, for which videogames was just one of many lines of business, was going through changes. We had to move offices three times in one year. Second of the three moves, always intended to be temporary, put us into the basement of an older building long occupied by satellite departments not involved with development.

The basement we were given had been empty for years, save for the most distant office. You entered the basement through a dimly lit staircase. Then, after you snaked through a horror-movie-like maze of corridors and interconnected small rooms, you’d eventually arrive at the farthest room of all.

A golden plaque was on the door.

Trademark Compliance Department.

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anonymous asked:

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” Reddie

wowza! so this request has been in my ask box forever but here it finally is! this contains the whole losers club by the way, as it is a weekend-getaway ;-)

mainly reddie of course, but with some side-stenbrough and benverly!
also a lot of platonic stozier <3

might start doing moodboards paired with my writing by the way, if i have the time lmao, but here’s one for this anyway!

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bts reacts: in the morning

yoongi: he had his arms around you from behind, hands ever so often would brush innocently against bare skin. you were awake, but you didn’t want to move, just in case you would wake him in the process. there was a peaceful breath on the back of your neck from every time he exhaled, and you decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to just lay there for a little while longer, listening to the alternating sounds of sleepy breathing and clock hands.

“morning.” a small voice croaked from behind you, and when you glanced over your shoulder, noses bumped.

“good morning, sleeping beauty.” he rolled his eyes at the nickname, suppressing a smile. “are you getting up yet?”

“hmm.” he groaned, tightening the grip that he already had on you. “maybe not just yet.”

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

hoseok: “are you up yet?” he rolled over to the other side of the bed, so far that it was a surprise that he didn’t fall off completely. you grunted in response, turning the opposite way and covering your face with a fistful of bed sheets.

“is that a grunt of yes, or a grunt of no? i don’t speak troll.”

“hey!” you flicked his shoulder halfheartedly with your finger, less with the intention of actually physically hurting him and more for just retaliation purposes. after the minor attack, you turned over again, back into your makeshift cave.

“do i take that a yes or a no?”

“can you take it as ‘a few more minutes and then i promise i’ll be up’?” you murmured, getting rid of some of the space between you by moving a little closer, just enough so that your shoulders were touching.

“a few more minutes it is.”

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

namjoon: “it’s eleven, don’t you think it’s about time we got up now?” he would say, and you would just try and hide under the covers.

“but.. but- i’m plagued. i’m unfit. unwell. unhealthy. the time of day has no significance when my antibodies are trying to keep me alive.”

“you never told me that you got this dramatic when you’re ill.” he would smile, and then yawn, and start to stand up. “before anything, i need coffee.”

“please, please could you get me one too?” you knew that you were being a little needy, but you were ill, and couldn’t really think of a way to be subtle. you were talking into the pillow, so the fact that he even understood a word you said was a miracle in itself.

“of course- just don’t fall asleep in the three minutes while i’m gone.” he’d say it jokingly, but of course, when he returned, you were asleep again. he set the coffee down on a coaster on the bedside table, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“the things i do for you.”

Originally posted by ciutae

seokjin: “morning.. you’re up early, what’s the occasion?” he would say, hovering by the stairs like he didn’t really want to fully get up yet. “did i forget something? is today an important day, because if it is, i totally didn’t forget at all.”

“of course it’s an important day.” you snorted. “today was the day that we ran out of cereal, so i decided to try and make pancakes instead.”

“but did you do it the right way?”

“eh.” you shrugged, looking at the telltale mess in front of you, and then turning your attention back to the hob when you heard soft footsteps pad across the kitchen tiles. “for the most part.”

“i can smell burning.” he would laugh, hugging you from behind and swaying side to side with his chin resting on the top of your head, standing on tiptoe. “how many attempts did it really take for you to get to this?” he gestured to an admittedly miserable and deflated looking excuse for a pancake that was doused in sugar and lemon juice, so much of it that it looked like it was drying to disguise itself.

“too many. that’s an hour of my life that i spent wishing i had just micro-waved the ones in the freezer.”

“if it makes you feel any better… it doesn’t taste as bad as it looks.”

Originally posted by theseoks

jungkook: “neither of us are going to get up, right?”

“of course not. getting up ensures certain death. there’s only one person to blame, really- the person who turned off the heating in the middle of winter, but i’m going to let it slide…” he turned over to face you. “just think.. what would a penguin do?”

“you can’t be serious-” apparently, he was serious.he’d wrapped his arms around you, and tight.

“well, they must be doing something right. you know, body heat escaping, and science.” with each word, he just held on tighter, and in all honesty, you didn’t really mind. “this isn’t just keeping us warm, but i’m also having a great time over here. they’ve got the right idea.” the two of you just laid there for a while, whispering the odd sweet nothing every now and again, the noise muffled by bed sheets.

“if this is how i get to start my morning everyday, then i’m completely fine with you turning the heating off.”

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

jimin: “i need to get up, you know. you’ll have to let go of me at some point.” jimin stubbornly kept his arms around you- there was no way that either he, or you, would be moving anytime soon unless he loosened his grip.

“the key words in that sentence are ‘at some point’.” he was getting more and more stubborn by the minute. “you don’t have to get up just yet.”

“well, i mean…”

this is nice.” he said, cutting you off. “cuddling like this is nice, don’t you think?” he smiled, and let out a half-laugh, the kind where you’re not really laughing, and there’s only air blowing through your nose. “it’s just that.. we don’t really get to do this much. you know, what with us both being really busy. so when we have the time, like now, i don’t know. i just like it. a lot.”

Originally posted by itschiminie

taehyung: he’d try and wake you up by saying your name, and with each time that he repeated it, he would poke your cheek with the tip of his finger. when you didn’t respond, he would start poking your nose instead.

___. ___.” he would ignore all the subtle pleas and hints you left for him to stop, like scrunching your nose and wrinkling your forehead, and just tried to carry on. “i’m running out of facial features to poke to try and get you up- i’d poke you in the mouth, but i’m almost certain that you would bite me.”

“and why is that?”

“because you’re not exactly in the friendliest mood in the morning.” he stated. “and it takes about an hour of complaining before you’re even out of the room.”

“probably because i always wake up to you prodding me in some way-” you were stopped mid-sentence, because he had practically laid himself on top of you. “get-get off me, you lump, i can’t breathe-” this time though, it was your own laughing that cut you off.

is lying on you a better option for waking you up every morning, then?” he giggled, pressing your foreheads together.

“maybe. if i could breathe, it would be more acceptable.” in response, he just rolled over, still holding onto you; so that you were laid the same way, but the positions had flipped.

this any better?”

Originally posted by bts-yes-please


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Mania stuff I found on Reddit

(Not sure how accurate, as it’s only text and people’s opinions, but here we go)

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

- Apparently a fast song

- People are saying it has a folie vibe??

- “Kill the dreams” apparently is a lyric? Only found 1 source on that tho

- title is not in the lyrics (were any of us expecting that tho??)

- Upbeat, Electronic, Danceable


Expensive Mistakes

- AS I TYPE THIS Pete just announced the song drop welp

- backing vocals??

- we’ve heard this one live


Church

- ‘interesting’ chord progression

- “if you were a church, I’d get on my knees” lyrics (multiple sources)

- 'Dark Centuries Vibe’ apparently

- feels 'strong’

- Church bells and choir apparently


Heaven’s Gate

- starts off with solo Patrick vocals “ohohoh”

- Andy said it was his favourite

- maybe a fan favourite??

- great vocals

- “Someone give me a boost over heavens gate, because I’m not getting in on my own”


Sunshine Riptide

- a lot of burna boy

- Chilled out song

- “I’m stuck in the sunshine Riptide, dancing alone in the morning light”


Bishop’s knife trick

- slow song

- similar to church (in what way idk)

- high note at the end (“the last” / “the best”)

- strong, a special song

- Folie Feeling

- most traditional rock song on the album apparently

- 'very personal’

- audience loved it apparently


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I’ll add to this as I find anything :P

Hooky

Random Imagine that rattled it’s way into my brain. 

The alarm clock on your side table starts screaming at you. You grumbled and a line of curse words stumble their way out of your mouth as you roll over and hit the off button. You hate yourself more and more as you swing your legs over the bed and rest your feet on the cold, smooth, ground of your shared apartment. 

Back still completely against the bed you sigh more curses as you start to sit up slowly. 

Shawn is chuckling from his side of the bed, as he listens to you curse the day away. 

That just ticks you off more, because you know that he gets to stay home all day, looking cute. As you go off to work, you hate work. 

You start to stand up and stumbled your way into the bathroom, still half asleep. You sit up on the counter of the sink after you start to water, waiting for the water to heat up. You rest your elbow on your thigh, then your chin on your hand and close your eyes. The lull of the water slowly drifting you off to sleep. 

You start to doze off as you lean forward, almost falling off the counter. Luckily you were able to wake up and jump off before you completely fell face first into the bathroom tiles. But with your quick movements you stumble around and kick the side of the cabinet, stubbing your pinky toe. 

“Fuck, ow, fuck.” You say in response and grumble some more. This morning is only getting better for you. 

“Babe?” Shawn asks, sitting up, looking at the bathroom door.

You don’t say anything, as you sit on the lid of the toilet slightly touching the now red and angry toe. You whine and whimper as your finger comes into contact with the hot little toe. You can feel your heart beat in the toe.

“Babe?” Shawn asks again, more worried this time. 

When you don’t respond again, taken over in pain, he jumps out of bed to check on you. He walks into the bathroom and his gaze drops to your hunched over body as you stare at your toe. He crouches down in front of you, staring at your face intently.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He asks, concern laced in his tone. 

“I turned the water on and jumped up on the counter to wait for it to heat up. While waiting I started dozing off and almost fell, when I jumped up to catch myself I stubbed my baby toe against the cabinet.” You explain, feeling like such a child. 

You are still extremely tired, never being a morning person, and are a little emotional. This was a great way to scare you awake. 

“Awe baby.” Shawn coos as he rubs your calves. He looks at your toes, smirking at the green/blue nail polish that just happens to match the color for Illuminate. “This one?” He asks pointing at your baby toe.

“Yeah.” You sigh. He slowly lets his hand slide from your calf to the side of your foot, lightly touching the throbbing toe. You wince as he touches it. He looks up in worry and you give him a small weak smile. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers. 

“I’m so tired Shawn.” You sigh and he takes your hand, pulling you on the floor to sit with him. He wraps his arms around you and let’s you whine to him. 

“I know baby.”

“I stayed up all night writing that paper for Lit and I couldn’t fall asleep. I was just finally starting to sleep when that damn alarm went off.”

“Call in sick babe.”

“Don’t because I might just do it.” You warn him. 

He’s only home for so long, he only gets to hold you for so long. You would do anything just to crawl back in bed with him and sleep for a little longer. 

“Come on Babe, I could take you shopping and we could cuddle all morning.” He tries to convince you. Honestly he’s doing a pretty good job of it. 

“Stop it Shawn, some people have to make money with a nine to five schedule.” You sigh starting to pull away, you were gonna be late if you didn’t.

“You could quit for all I care, I’ve you got you for the rest of our lives.” He shrugs pulling you back to him. 

You blush and duck your head, hoping to hide the fact that you were blushing. You and Shawn had talked about your future, and he recently told you that you were it for him. He couldn’t and wouldn’t see his life with anyone else. He wanted you for the rest of time. You wanted that too. So the talk of forever was coming up more and more, leaving you curious about his plans. 

“Shawn.” You start.

“No, call in sick. Play hooky with me.” He says into your ear. His deep velvety voice sealing the deal for you. You made up your mind the minute he said ‘Call in sick Babe.’

You start to get up but he pulls your hand back.

“Where are you going? Please babe?” He says looking up at you with his brown eyes, holding so much emotion in them.

“Gotta get my phone? How am I supposed to call in sick if I don’t have a phone?” You tease. His smile becomes wide as he jumps up with you, racing you to your phone. 

As you start to call your boss, faking a cough, he turns the shower off and makes his way back to bed. You hang up moments later, turning to find his head propped up on his hand watching you with a smug smile.

“Lose the smile Mendes.” You smirk as you crawl in with him.

“Sorry, it’s just, I was able to convince the most beautiful girl in the world to stay home and play hooky with me. That’s an incredible feeling.” He says as he pulls you to him.

“Yeah, well it’s an incredible feeling knowing that the man of your dreams will rush to your side when you stub your toe.” You tease him, hating when he get’s all sappy like that. 

He throws his head back, laughing with a smile. 

At that moment you realize that you wanted to spend the rest of your life right there. 

In his arms.

Listening to his beautiful laugh. 

Smiling up at him. 

Playing hooky has never been so fun. 

Daughters Are Great Wingwomen

Title: Daughters Are Great Wingwomen

Pairing: Single Parent AU - Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1700 (exactly!!)

Warnings: light cursing (like, one F bomb)

A/N: This was written for @splendidcas‘s Birthday Fic Challenge. I’m so sorry that it’s late, but I hope you had a wonderful birthday! (May many wonderful pictures and gifs of Misha Collins and Castiel grace your presence.) XD

This story is written in two different perspectives (the reader’s and Dean’s). Thoughts are in italics.

Constructive criticism and feedback is welcome!


“Mary, would you hold still for just two seconds?” Dean pleaded as he attempted to braid his six year old daughter’s hair.

“But Daddy, you’re taking forever,” she whined.

Dean sighed in response, still trying to make sense of the tangled mess in his hands. He eventually gave up on the braid and settled on putting Mary’s hair up into a high ponytail.

“There,” he declared when he finished. “Now grab your backpack and head to the car. We gotta get you to school.”

Mary immediately sprinted towards her bag and then latched onto her dad’s leg as he looked for his keys and his wallet.

“Dad, hurry up. You’re gonna make us late,” Mary teased, smirking at her father.

“Yeah, yeah, alright. We’re going.” Dean ushered his daughter out the door and into the car, making his way to her school.

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~So this was a request from the prompts list but it sparked a whole story and there will be more added to this. @mackenzie301, thank you for requesting this and @ilikechocolatemilkh, thank you for your help!

1. I’m not here to win any popularity contest

7. I don’t hate you, I just strongly dislike you.

60. If you don’t go, I’ll (insert threat here)~



Reader’s POV

I had begun working at TM when Thomas was born and the boys were inside. Gemma needed someone to run the garage while she helped Tara with Thomas and Abel. My mom and Gemma were long time friends and Gemma knew I had gone to school for business management, so I was the first one she asked to help. I agreed since I already knew most of the boys and had spent a lot of time at TM when I needed work experience during college.

Once the boys were back out, I had already gotten into a rhythm and Gemma liked having some free time to spend with her boys so I was kept on and for the most part it was great. There was only one tiny (huge) pain in my ass and that was Happy Fucking Lowman. The man had been the bane of my existence since he had gotten out of Stockton. He for some reason had it out for me, always making me look like a fool, talking down to me (when he did talk), and just all around being a jackass. Eventually, after being fed up with everything he did, I realized a tick of Happy’s. He hated to work on the newer cars, the ones that had the computers in them. He could work on them but it took him longer and he got frustrated easily with them.

That’s why I began to assign him all of the newer cars that came in and it really did bug him. I don’t think he realized and it had been nearly three weeks now. Currently, I was closing up the shop for the night when I heard someone curse. I frowned and looked through the blinds to find Happy bent over the car I had assigned him earlier today. I giggled and smirked, well this was going to be fun, I thought as I opened the door and walked into the garage.

“Having trouble?” I leaned against the wall. Happy just growled in response. “I mean these new cars are a bitch.” I saw Happy stiffen and then moved so he was standing next to the car and looking at me. Well the term glaring was more accurate.

“You…” He growled taking a step towards me. “You are the reason that I have been working on these goddamn cars!”

“I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about…” I said innocently but I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face.

“You bitch!” He growled taking another step closer to me.

“Oh I’m the bitch? You’re the one acting like it.” I snapped.

“Do you know who you are talking to, little girl?” He was right in front of me now and his breathing was heavy.

“Yeah, I know. You’re the Tacoma killer and you know what? I don’t give a fuck.” I glared right back. “I’m not scared of your bitch ass.” He growled again and he pushed me against the wall.

“You may want to rethink that sentence.” He snarled.

“Or what?” I growled right back. Both of our chests were heaving as we glared at each other. I let out a squeak as his lips crashed against mine in a hard and rough kiss. I couldn’t help but kiss back though and my hands curled into his tank top that he was wearing. His hands went right to my ass to lift me up and push me even further into the wall. I lifted one hand up to his neck and I bit down on his lower lip, which he let out another growl too and started grinding against me. I let out a loud moan as he did and broke off the kiss. “W… what are… you doing…?”

“Shut up.” He snapped but instead of kissing me again, he opened the door to the office and carried me in there. He set me down on the desk and ripped my plaid button down shirt open.

“Fuck! That was my favorite shirt! You ass!” I yelled and he kissed me hard again while grabbing my covered pussy hard and rubbing me through my jeans. I let out a loud moan and my hips bucked up into his hand.

“I said shut up.” He smirked and pulled back again. This time to undo my pants and pull them off of me. He did the same with my panties before pulling me off the desk and turning me around. He pushed me back against the desk and undid my bra, pulling it off of me. He gripped my hair tightly and pushed me down against the top of my desk. His other hand slid down my back slowly and then grabbed my ass again. He let it go and then smacked it hard which I let out a gasp to. He chuckled and let his grip on my hair go. “Stay.” He ordered and I heard him shuffle behind me. I assumed that he was taking off his clothes and honestly I was so wet and horny that I didn’t care that it was Happy behind me.

Suddenly, he smacked the other side of my ass hard and I let out a loud moan. His grip returned on my hair and pulled backwards so my back was arched. He pressed his cock against my entrance and entered me fast and hard. We both let out moans as he filled me completely. He was long, thick, and felt oh so good inside of me. He grabbed my right thigh and lifted that leg onto the desk, so he could sink even further into me before he started to thrust into me. His thrusts were hard and fast. My stomach hurt slightly as it was pushed into the desk over and over again but the pain only added to the pleasure that Happy was giving to me. My moans and his groans echoed in the office and I was so glad no one was there tonight. With as loud as we were being there was no way they wouldn’t of heard us but in that moment I didn’t care. I don’t think I would of even cared if someone had walked through the door and caught us in the act.

He felt so good and he knew exactly what he was doing. Hitting all the right spots, slowing down and speeding up just to make it borderline torture, and spanking my ass hard every once in awhile. After the third smack I was very quickly approaching my orgasm.

“Hap…. Happy…” I moaned out loudly. “I’m going…. Fuck!” He hit my gspot hard and I couldn’t stop the gasp

“Cum, little girl.” He growled in my ear and leaned down to bite my neck hard. I came as soon as he did and I felt him cum inside me too. He leaned against my back and I leaned further onto the desk as we both panted. After Happy caught his breath, he pulled back and started putting on his clothes without a word of what just happened, not that I expected anything else from him. I finally caught my breath and started searching for my clothes too. I had only put my underwear and bra on before Happy turned me around to face him.

“What….?” I managed to get out before he cut me off.

“Don’t piss me off again. The next lesson might not be so enjoyable.” He smirked at me before leaving the office. Once the door was closed I leaned against the desk and let out a shaky breath. I heard his bike start and him pull out before I put on the rest of my clothes and locked up the garage for the night.

The next morning, I woke up with a huge hickey on the side of my neck, handprints on my ass, and other various bruises but I felt great. My whole body tingled in a painfully pleasurable way as I got up and got ready. I decided to wear an off the shoulder, long sleeve shirt to show off the hickey since there was no use in hiding it and honestly I wanted to get Gemma off my back about going on a date. I headed to TM and opened up the garage and office for the day. Tig and Chibs were the first to the garage for the day and they both stopped by the office to say hello.

“Hey doll!” Tig greeted cheerfully.

“Hey Tiggy.” I smiled as I moved files to the cabinet.

“Ya seem extra chippy, lass.” Chibs chuckled. I paused since they hadn’t even seen the hickey yet and they could already tell that I was in a good mood.

“Has Hap stopped being so hard on you?” Tig asked and I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. Well, I guess that was one way to put it.

“No, I just had a really good night…” I smirked and the boys let out whistles.

“Did someone get laid last night?” Tig asked with a smirk and I bit my lip before turning around so they could see my hickey.

“Maybe… “ I giggled.

“Damn, lass…” Chibs’ and Tig’s eyes got huge as they saw it.

“That’s one hell of a hickey, doll! Who’s the lucky bastard, since obviously it wasn’t me that put it there?” Tig said as he looked me up and down in a suggestive way.

“Well that, my dear Tiggy, is none of your business.” I smirked at him and he pouted.

“Oh, come on, doll!” Tiggy pouted. Chibs smirked and leaned against the side of the desk as he looked me over too.

“Ya got any matchin’ bruises, lass?” Chibs asked suddenly and Tig’s eyes got huge as he looked from Chibs to me.

“Do you!?” Tig almost yelled. I let out a giggle and smirked at them.

“You’ll never see them.” I winked at them. Tig let out a groan.

“Sorry doll, but if I continue this conversation I will get a boner.” Tig chuckled and kissed my head before heading to the garage. Chibs and I laughed about Tig and his bluntness.

“So… who was it?” Chibs asked with a smirk.

“I am not telling Chibs. One, because you would not know the poor guy and two, because I don’t need you boys torturing him.” I played it off as if it was some random guy they wouldn’t know. The rest of the boys started pulling in for the day and Chibs gave me a long look.

“Tell me la’er, love.” He winked and went to the garage to work. It was about lunchtime and I was bent over putting a file in the bottom cabinet. I heard the door open and close.

“One minute! I just need to find where this file goes.” I called back to whoever it was.

“Take your time, little girl.” Happy rumbled and I froze. “I’m enjoying the view.” I straightened up and turned around to look at him. I leaned against the desk and crossed my arms while giving him a glare.

“What do you want?” I asked and I saw his gaze fall on my hickey and him give an even bigger smirk.

“Well, the guys went to lunch and I wanted to see what shape I left my fuck toy in.” He leaned against the wall. I rolled my eyes at him and let out an annoyed huff.

“You didn’t do any damage to me.” I said with an annoyed look. Honestly, it hurt to sit down and he knew it by the look in his eyes.

“I’m sure.” He chuckled and pushed off from the wall. He walked over to me and grabbed my hips. He pulled me close and our chests were pressed close. One of his hands moved from my hip to grab my ass hard and I couldn’t help but moan and whimper at the touch. “Yeah, no damage.”

“Jackass.” I glared at him. “You know you could be nice for once.”

“I’m not here to win any popularity contests, little girl.” Happy chuckled.

“That’s obvious.” I said. He narrowed his eyes at me and his grip tightened.

“Watch your mouth, little girl.” He said. “Otherwise, I won’t give you any more pretty little bruises.”

“Who says I want more?” I asked.

“I know you do because as much as you hate me, you still couldn’t stop yourself last night.” Happy told me.

“I don’t hate you, I just strongly dislike you.” I told him.

“Either way, you loved what I did to you.” He leaned down and lightly kissed my hickey which caused me to moan and my hands grabbed his arms. He pushed me against the desk and bit lightly.

“Happy….” I moaned before coming to some of my senses and pushing him away. He growled at that and tried to grab me again. “You need to go before one of the guys come back out.”

“I could always fuck you on the floor. They wouldn’t see then.” He smirked and I saw Chibs and Juice come out of the clubhouse. Neither were paying attention to our direction.

“Hap, Chibs and Juice are back you need to go.” I told him, sternly.

“What if I don’t want to.” He challenged.

“If you don’t go, I’ll rip your balls off and choke you to death with them.” I hissed at him.

“Fine, but I’ll find you later.” He promised before walking through the garage door. I sighed and slumped into the desk chair. What the fuck just happened?


~Hope you enjoy!~

Some Study Lifestyle Tips

because I can, because WACE is coming and the Americans are starting a new school year at some point probably?? and because it’s always important to look after yourself while studying

I’m not going to claim that all of these will work for everybody or that everyone will be able to do all of them etc etc but I’ve struggled with burnout and sustained anxiety due in part to medical reasons but in part to unhealthy study-based lifestyle and this is some of what I’ve learnt so:

  • Don’t work where you sleep - As well as promoting bad posture (and getting study snack crumbs all over your bed) this stops your mind and body from separating “work” and “rest”. I know it’s tempting!! and tbh I still do it sometimes. But when your mind and body can’t differentiate, those half-asleep panic thoughts about what you have to do the next day etc etc get worse. Your body rests when it should be alert and tries to stay alert when it should be resting in case you ask it to do something. It’s exhausting! Please don’t do it. You can still use your bed for fun (eg. TV, blogging, reading - I love me a nest don’t get me wrong) but when you actually have to knuckle down, go somewhere else. Preferably a desk, but even the floor, dining table or couch! Also, having a shower or getting dressed (or even just washing your face or putting back your hair) before you start work is a great way to force yourself into “productive mode” especially if you’re feeling lethargic.

  • Ritual is more important than time table - All through high school we got told, make timetables, make timetables. I could NEVER stick to them. My focus just doesn’t work like that and neither does my workload. However, what I have found helpful is establishing ritual. eg. do I get coffee when I start work or when I start break? Related to the above, this helps get me into “work” mode or “rest” mode. Also, don’t be afraid to reward yourself but be disciplined with your rewards. Can you have one lolly for every 10 minutes work? 10 lollies an hour? A handful after you’ve done this section? STICK TO IT. Rewards only work if you do.

  • Time tables don’t have to be regular - Again, the usual deal with timetabling is that you spend say, half an hour per day per class studying. First of all, how many hours a day do they think we have, damn? But second of all, that’s a USELESS GENERIC FRAMEWORK. Are you good at the subject? Does it have a really high workload? Is it your major? Then GIVE IT MORE OR LESS TIME. Also, work out when you are most productive during the day and demand more of yourself at that time. eg for me I am quite productive in the morning, so if I have a blocked out “study day” I’ll start with 1-1.5 hour sessions with 15-30 min breaks and gradually slack off until I’m doing more break than study but it’s okay bc I did most of my work in the morning. The point of timetabling is to make sure you actually get the work done: therefore, you need to do it in a way that will allow you to actually get the work done

  • Diet & Reward Choice is important - Rewards are great, but caffeine and sugar are bad for you and they are bad for your sleep and concentration, which you need to study with!! If you’re eating a lot of sugary snacks, make sure you drink water and have healthy meals. If you’re drinking too much coffee OWN UP TO IT. I was having anxiety problems so I restricted myself to 2 coffees a day, and not after 6pm, and even though I didn’t drink a lot and I don’t feel the “buzz” coffee gives some people, it has helped me (and also reduced some gut problems I was giving myself). Also ofc try to replace lollies with fruit or food with non-food based rewards (eg a trip to the movies when this essay’s done) but it depends what’s going to motivate you and how much motivation you need. I tend to get into the lollies when it’s been assignments uphill through the snow both ways and I’m losing my will to live but I watch sitcoms every break all the time often. What works for you?

  • Let some things slip - Yes it’s true that poor hygiene and mess can be harmful to your mental health but figure out what you can ignore and how long for because most things can be fixed after you hand that report in. Will your head explode if your room is messy? Then clean it, but if you can live with it, let it slide for a bit. Is a shower an important part of your daily ritual? Then do it, but if you’re cool with waiting until you can feel the grease on your face sometimes that’s the way it’s gonna be. It’s not like you’re meeting people anyway. And your fellow students PROBABLY don’t give a shit as long as it’s not a presentation and you don’t have killer B.O. Your accomodation can’t just slide into the shit eternally, especially if you live with roommates or family, but go easy on yourself is what I’m saying, and prioritise yourself & your food & your rest & your work (*which contributes greatly to your health) above nicities you don’t need. Feed your pets though. That’s important.

  • Act, Belong, Commit - This is an Australian mental health campaign that really sums up a lot of the best things you can do. Of course we can’t always have that perfect work-life balance, especially trying to pay rent or have a family or during exam time etc etc etc but remember, health including mental health is not an “all or nothing” thing. Every little bit helps! You’ll be surprised (I know I was). Your “C” that’s probably your work/study if you’re reading this! But “Belong” that can be stuff like choir, sports clubs, church, volunteering, or really anything that you’re passionate about including informal communities - for me it’s mostly Amnesty International, activism, & fandom. And then “Act” well that took me ages bc exercise is the bane of my existence but if dancing around in your underwear is what it takes DO THAT. In fact now, I’ve joined a proper dance class! There will be some kind of physical activity that you can tolerate, even if it’s like, a few laps in the pool or walking the dog or even just walking to the store. I look for opportunities to do exercise with a purpose (eg on my way to buy something) bc for its own sake?? No way. You don’t even have to do it enough to get sweaty, lose weight or build muscle (although that’s great). Just a little bit is better than none,

This is getting long so I’m going to stop but feel free to ask me questions and I wish you good luck & good grades!!

goeswiththeflo  asked:

I thought you might be pleased to know that my husband started reading Discount Armaggedon this morning, and is now 1/2 way through Half-Off Ragnarok. Its midnight, and he seems to have no fear of the book-hangover waiting for him in the morning. When I last checked on him, all he said was "Sarah is such a great character!" Good thing I have the rest of the series on the bookshelf waiting for him!

This delights me.

Oh, I hope we get to the Sarah books, I really, really hope we do.  (There are two of them, they’re called Imaginary Numbers and Calculated Risks, and they are going to be hell to write, on account of how she doesn’t read faces like most people do, which means 90% of my dialog crutches will go away.  I CAN’T WAIT.)

The Office: part 3

AN:// lol bet yalls weren’t expecting to hear from me! yeahhhh… sorry it took me forever to post this next part. u know how life goes… :) anyway, here it is! long overdue but i hope you guys like it!! pls let me know what you think! much love <3

Part One and Part Two in case you forgot (which is my fault oops)

Author: skiesofthesketchy

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien + reader

Word Count: 3,378

Warnings: Just some cursing.

Originally posted by moon-dustt420


Rays of sun kissed every corner of the large park as I swung happily, enjoying the breeze through my hair and the soft squeaks from the swing set. “I bet I can jump off farther than you can,” he said from beside me.

“Yeah right.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Hell yeah. When I win you have to buy me an ice cream cone. Actually TWO so that I can shove one in your face and eat the other while I laugh at you,” I giggled, swinging higher and higher.

“No. When I win, you’ll be the one covered in ice cream!”

“You wish,” I laughed. “Go on then, jump!”

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Monday complete! Woke up at 4:30am to teach grit, attack and core at my fitness club! Then quickly got ready and raced to uni 🏃 picked up 2 slices of vegan cake from @cardamompodbrickworks On the way home because it’s my mums birthday!!! Then went to the gym for my own workout 💪💪 now I am ready for a good nights sleep (hopefully, still not feeling 100% 😷😩) and another busy day tomorrow! This was overnight oats made with 1 cup of oats, 1 tbsp chia seeds and a couple drops of caramel stevia drops covered with almond milk and stirred all together and soaked overnight. In the morning I topped with fruit and granola! Lunch was leftovers from yesterday’s lunch! Now I’m off to dinner for my mums birthday 🎉🎉 hope you all had a great start to your week! Xx

INSTA: @FIT_HEALTHY_YOU

Coffee n Kisses

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: A tiny bit of swearing

Word count: 1394

Summary: Going to the Burrow usually consists with ordering a cup of fresh coffee and reading a book or browsing the web. Until you meet the new barista.


After classes ended you usually finished your days with a cup of coffee and the surfing of the web or even enjoying the newest book you had picked up at the library. The perfect place to lose yourself in the wonders of the world being the Burrow, a quiet little coffee place in between two buildings at the end of a short alleyway. After walking across the street and into said place the already prominent smell of coffee filled your senses and could make you drunk from just it’s scent but no, you were determined to actually get a taste of your haven while reading a book you had found in the library, one about a man who had killed his wife while he was drunk off his head. Opening the door that led into what could almost be called your second home you peeked over at the counter expecting to see Alice the usual worker for the Burrow and your regular coffee dealer but instead you see what appears to be a short male with a mop of dark almost black hair and enticing eyes that seemed to bore into your soul with just a glance. Walking forward you stopped at the counter, peering up at the menu and oddly enough wanting to order something else instead of your usual, glancing back down to meet the eyes of this new man you froze in your place, something about being up close to his eyes had you almost wanting to run out of the place to calm your rapidly increasing heart rate. Maybe you had stared too long before his expression turned a little cold and he spoke.

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My lot stuff came in this early morning without my knowledge and well…you can see how I am going broke. It really is too hard not to snag up some deals especially with Christmas a week away. All these lovely pieces I got from @bekkathyst and I mean….I really do want to hoard them all. Super in love with the agate slices and the selenite pieces, you can’t have too much selenite. I know at least the two small candle holders are going out as gifts. What a great way to wake up and start off the last week of fall semester ❤️

Good morning Explorers, time to return to work after the festive season for me and to help me prepare for that, yesterday I was up and out before dawn and on my way to get the shot I have for you today.
It’s officially the first shot I have taken in 2015 and it’s a great way to start the year off I feel!
So here it is, St. Abbs lighthouse in the Scottish Borders, doing its best to channel a bit of Santorini in Greece! :-)
Have a great day folks!

A special moment between Tony, Clay, and their babygirl

Fulfilling an anonymous request for a clony fic featuring a baby *tears* Let me know if you guys like me doing these little clony fics and I’ll continue writing them. Message me or hit up my ask for requests!


Rio Carlin Padilla.

That was the name Clay and Tony had agreed on when they adopted their precious baby girl. Rio was a little biracial girl with dark curly hair and brown eyes like her Puerto Rican father.

Tony and Clay had recently celebrated her 1st birthday (Little Einstein theme) and of course she was showered with gifts from both sides of her family. Mostly toys, books, and clothes, things they had already gotten for her but nonetheless it was great. 

Rio was undeniably the light of their life but there had been a time, back when Rio was just a possibility, that Tony and Clay had their doubts about being parents. Clay was initially the first one to bring up the idea of a child after they got married but Tony was the one that really pushed for it when they both decided it was what they wanted.

Going through the adoption process wasn’t easy but it wasn’t as hard as everyone made it seem like it was going to be. Maybe they had just gotten lucky somehow.

When the call came that a new born girl had been put up for adoption and they were the top candidates, Tony had a little bit of a freak out and for the first time ever, Clay was the one to calm down Tony. He reassured him that everything would be fine and that Tony was going to be a great father. Clay also mentioned that he was honored for their child to carry the name Padilla.

Ever since that moment Tony never doubted his and Clay’s decision to adopt. They were meant to have a family.


Clay’s POV


Coming home from work was the most exciting part of my day. 

Everyday that I was away from my husband and my little girl was a struggle for me because all I wanted to do was spend each and every second with them. But if I wanted us to eat and have a house to live in then I needed to work.

Tony worked as well it was just that he was able to work on his cars from home where as I had to go in to an office everyday. I would never admit it to Tony but I was a little jealous with the amount of time he got with Rio compared to me. I always tried to make up for it during late nights when Rio would wake up and I would hold her until she would fall back asleep.

As I was walking in the door I could hear Tony talking to Rio which automatically put a smile on my face.

I slowly rounded the corner and stood in silence to secretly watch their interaction. It looked like Tony had a book in his hand so he must of been reading to Rio. This was something we tried to do on a regular basis to help her with speech and learning letters.

So far Rio hadn’t learned to say ‘papa’ or ‘dada’ but she could say certain words like ‘cat’ and ‘dog’. She even could make the sounds that went along with each animal. 

“What is this, Rio?” Tony pointed to the picture in the book.

“dawg!”

“Yes, carino. Good job. Can you say perro?”

Rio giggled and squealed in response.

“Perro is dog in Spanish - woof! woof!” Tony acted out the motions and sounds of a dog. It was the most adorable thing ever.

Rio continued to smile and watch Tony act like a little puppy. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to record this so I pulled out my phone and pressed the button but accidentally ended up taking a picture. With the flash on.

Busted.

Tony turned and smirked.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here. Trying to take secret photos of us?”

“Yeah, you caught me.” I said as I walked over to them.

I picked up Rio and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek as a way to say hello. I also leaned over the sofa to give Tony an inviting kiss.

“Mmm, your lips taste like coffee.”

“Thanks…I guess.” Tony laughed at my awkwardness.

“So you’re already trying to teach Rio Spanish before she even fully knows English. huh?” 

“Well, yeah, why not? I think it would be great for her to be bilingual.”

“I’m just messing with you, Tony. I think it’s great too.”

Tony playfully pushed my shoulder. “Maybe in the process I can help you with learning Spanish.”

I scoffed. “I can understand Spanish pretty well, thank you very much.”

“Yeah but you can’t speak it very well.”

“I just need to practice rolling my r’s.”

“Baby, you can roll your tongue, I’ve seen you do it in the bedroom.”

I gasped and covered Rio’s ears. “Not in front of Rio” 

Tony softly chuckled and I slightly blushed.

“She doesn’t know what we’re talking about.”

“Hey, you never know, she’s a smart baby.”

Tony smiled and agreed.

He made is way over to the kitchen to get dinner started so that gave me one on one time with Rio and I was able to finish reading the rest of the book to her. She ended up falling asleep in my arms like she always does.

The rest of the night was peaceful and relaxing. We had a great dinner, as usual, put Rio to bed, and snuggled on the couch to watch a movie together. As I was drifting off into a slumber on Tony’s chest I thought about how I couldn’t wait until the next morning just so I could do this all over again the next day.



A/N: Sorry if this was too short or if there’s a bunch of mistakes with my punctuation. I’m like half asleep writing this.

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HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE!!
got up around 530am and started my morning off just right. i rolled out my mat for a lovely and healing practice for winter solstice! i had my candle lit, journal at hand, and let myself flow as the sun was rising through the window. winter solstice is a great opportunity for contemplation and as a way for darkness to serve as a vehicle for rejuvenation, rest, and rebirth.

I feel like there’s this perception JWs have that anyone who was in the congregation and then left obviously just didn’t really understand what they were being taught. Like they were too dumb for the truth or some shit. They just didn’t understand it, because if they did, they would see how perfect and good it is. Tbh I used to think that

Starting in middle school, I would read the text every day in the morning on the school bus and then pray to start off my day. In the afternoon I would pray and then read a chapter in the Bible that I kept in my bookbag. It was a great way of starting conversations, and I ended up informal witnessing sometimes. I of course prayed over every meal, even in the middle of the cafeteria at school, every single day. I preached to my classmates whenever possible, and didn’t really talk to them at all otherwise. I was weird af for the sake of the truth

Nobody ever told me to do any of that, except for the preaching. It was all my choice and my idea. I read the Bible because I wanted to learn. When I had a question I would research the literature. I read the whole bible teach book, both young people asks, the whole origin of life magazine, all the stuff on blood, and I don’t know what else because I wanted to “progress spiritually.” I learned everything I could, inside and out, because I was genuinely zealous. Sometimes I actually talked my mom into taking us to meeting when she was too tired to go. I wanted to get baptized. I wanted to go to Bethel. I wanted to go as far as I could in the truth

And then I asked why women couldn’t become elders. What if I wanted to be an elder? What if there were women more spiritually strong than me who would be perfect as elders but were barred out from the position? Why was that? What was the reasoning behind the headship arrangement? How did the congregation really benefit from that?

And so I got answers that were just a pile of gender stereotypes. I got personal anecdotes from my dad about him leading a service meeting at age thirteen, because he was inherently “more suited” to it than any of the grown adult women there. I was told that I must always defer to one man or another because I was not fit for major decisions or leadership. I was told that I should find a man “who’s smart enough to realize that a happy wife is a happy life” if I want to have my opinions respected in my marriage. Essentially, after months of searching for the answer, I found that the absolute bottom line for why women should be less than men is “because God says so.” There is no real answer

The only “explanation” people could possibly use to justify these rules were heavily rooted in sexism. And by heavily rooted, I mean it was literally just stereotypes. Stereotypes used to make women second class citizenry

I decided I disagreed with God for moral reasons. And I secretly decided I was a feminist

Give Me the Melody

DRABBLE: NEIGHBOR AU
Kihyun | Monsta X
1,360 words | FLUFF
Warnings:
none, Rated G

A/N: this is garbage, I know nothing about Kihyun because I only just started listening to Monsta X, but I’m posting it anyway lol hope you find some sort of amusement

Originally posted by gifsmonstax

What’s that one song Zina Goldrich wrote? Oh, no, I know. Alto’s Lament. That’s it.

That’s me.

If you’d asked me when I was six what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always, “I want to star in musicals!”

I’d have the same answer through middle school and high school, through my years and years of school productions, summer workshops, and vocal lessons. I’d been a musical theatre major in college, and in every single musical the college theatre department put on. I did plays, too, but there was always something about a musical that really got me.

I love music of almost every genre. I love storytelling and acting, dancing and singing, and damn, if musicals aren’t the best way to show all of my passions, I don’t know what is.

But alas, I am an alto. And while I’ve trained myself to belt, working over my voice breaks to both hit higher notes and sing in my head-voice, I’m a true alto. The songs I feel most comfortable singing are meant for men.

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Why Not // Derek Morgan (blurb)

A/N — I’m on my way home, and I got the Derek feels so here’s a little thing for you to read on your way through here. Have a great day guys x

- Blue x

Warnings: Null, zilch, None!

Requested: No, but send any in and I’ll happily write them!


— Y/N’s POV —

Living with an FBI agent was… different.

The early morning starts, the alarm going off at three AM sometimes was a pain, and the weeks away from him were also very hard. But it was all worth it, because it was him.

Derek Morgan was the most kind hearted man I had ever had the pleasure of having an encounter with, and the chills that ran up my spine the first time I ever met him told me that too.

“I’m so happy you’re back. I’ve missed you so much.” I whisper in his ear, his strong arms lifting me off the floor in a tight bear hug, bags being dropped on the floor and head being nuzzled in my neck.

The warmth from his body let me know he was home.

“Me too, baby girl. I’ve missed you.” He smiles, placing my frame back down on the ground as his lips meet my forehead.

“Nice outfit, going somewhere?” He asks sarcastically, drawing his attention to my pyjamas, my body adorned in leggings and a tank top, matching with panda prints on them.

“They were a Christmas present from Penelope!” I say, my hand hitting his lard shoulder gently.

His laugh sets my body alight, as I feel safer knowing he’s home, knowing that tomorrow I can turn around in my bed and meet his loving smile and kind eyes - exactly what I’ve missed for two weeks.

“Well, I’m home now so I think I owe my favourite girl a movie night, huh?” He replies, taking my small hand in his and spinning me round.

“I think you do, I’ve had to sit alone and watch films, no warmth, no laughing, no you.” I sigh, the back of my hand touching my forehead in a faked pain action.

“Well you got me now.” Is all he says, before he picks me up and stalks over to the couch, setting me down on his lap for the night.

And just like that - without even trying - he made me feel at home again, he made me feel loved and appreciated with just a few words.

“White chicks?” I ask, flicking through Netflix and looking at him with a wide smile.

He peers down at me, smiles while giggling to himself, and says, “why not?”