have to be up at 6:45

Update!!!

So just today I started only eating fruits, vegetables, beans and low sodium, low cal chicken noodle soup (if I need some extra protein). That is all I’ll be eating for the next month. TODAY WAS THE FIRST DAY I HAVE EVER SAID NO TO STARBUCKS!!! EVER!!! I had a banana and 4 strawberries sliced up for breakfast and for lunch I packed a huge back full of carrots, celery & cucumbers. 1 cup of each, and I still didn’t finish half of it all though I munched on it from 9:30 am-12:45 pm. Right now I am having and apple and green tea, and I can’t even eat ¼ of the apple I’m so full!!! This is great and so, so low calorie.


Breakfast -

6.3 oz of banana - 135 kcal

0.5 cup of strawberries - 24 kcal

Green Tea - 0 kcal


Lunch -

1 cup of cucumber - 16 kcal

1 cup of carrots - 50 kcal

1 cup of celery - 14 kcal


Snack -

Apple - 80 kcal

Green Tea - 0 kcal


Dinner -

I am just going to finish off the rest of my vegetables from lunch!!!


Total kcal - 319 kcal

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: jughead jones woke up at 5:45 am to take a shower before anyone got to school but his phone was only charged to 75% and it takes an iPhone 6 approximately two hours to charge to 75% and that means jughead only got 2 hours of sleep but that's also assuming his phone was dead when he plugged it in before bed so it could've been less

anonymous asked:

REDDIE PROMPT WHERE THEYRE IN COLLEGE AND RICHIE IS ALWAYS LATE TO SCHOOL AND EDDIE IS JUST LIKE THIS GUY IS CUTE SO LEMMIE JUST,, “HEY DUDE,, YOU NEED A RIDE OR SOME SHIT??” AND THATS HOW THEY END UP MAKING OUT AND ~STUFF IN EDDIES CAR, SKIPPING CLASS THE NEXT DAY

Okay so first off I’m really sorry that this took me so long to get to whoever requested it. this was seriously one of the first requests I got and I should have tried to get it done sooner. that being said I really liked how it turned out and I hope everyone does too!!


Eddie, like most university students absolutely hated morning classes. He seriously had no clue why they were a thing. It should be a law that school can’t start until 9AM. Minimum.

He blamed Bill for the early morning torture he had signed up for. Bill didn’t want to take creative writing alone and since it technically fulfilled Eddie’s English credit requirement, Eddie thought it would be a good idea.

He was completely wrong.

So now instead of having a nice relaxing morning to sleep in he had to wake up at 6 in the morning and drive for 45 minutes in morning traffic, all while hating himself, just to sit through a class that he didn’t really like.

It’s not that he didn’t like it exactly. He just never had anything to write about. Bill could just pull ideas out of his ass while had Eddie struggled to think of a topic for the prompt “Write anything”. There was a reason Eddie had gone the medical route. All he had to do for that was know stuff, and seeing that his mother had basically made him live in the ER when he was younger, he knew quite a bit.

Eddie sat at his desk with his head down, his arms wrapped around him, blocking any light from hitting his eyes. He popped one eye out when he heard something being placed in front of him.

Bill had arrived offering a peace treaty of coffee and a bagel for the campus coffee shop. Eddie reached his hand out and pulled the bagel into his little ‘cave’, nibbling on it sleepily. Bills morning treats were one of the two things Eddie liked about this class.

“Oh come on Eddie, waking up early isn’t that bad.” Bill chirped, much too lively for Eddie to handle at the current time.

“That’s because you’re used to it with your stupid hikes and stuff,” Eddie grumbled pulling the coffee towards him, he was going to try to drink it with his head still down but decided he wanted to start the morning drinking the coffee, not wearing it. So he sat up and rested his head on his hand, looking over at Bill.

“If you came with me sometime, you’d also be okay with waking up early.” Bill replied taking his seat beside Eddie and pulling a binder out of his bag.

Eddie just responded with a sound and reached down to pull his binder out as well.

The teacher started class shortly after that, something about antagonists. The coffee was really doing its job, and Eddie slowly felt less like he wanted to kill someone and more like a solid punch would be okay.

About 20 minutes into the teacher talking and taking mindless notes, the door handle clicked and the door swung open. Since the door was at the front of the room everyone’s attention turned from the teacher to the guy at the door.

He was the other thing Eddie like about the class.

So what if Eddie had a crush on some guy he’d never spoken to, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. accept he was. Not even Bill, who he would consider his best friend knew about the weird crush he had on the guy from their creative writing class that would always come in late.

Like seriously it was almost impressive how consistently late he was.

“Mr. Tozier. Please take your seat.” The teacher instructed without looking over at the door.

Eddie had found out his name was Richie by maybe Facebook stalking him the first time he had heard his last name.

Richie saluted to the teacher and crossed the room to his seat at the back corner of the room. Eddie slyly turned his head to watch him walk to his desk. He fist bumped with the redhead he always sat with as he took his seat.

Eddie assumed that was his girlfriend by the way they acted together. That didn’t mean he couldn’t look, right?

So that was how Eddie spent most of his mornings, barely listening to lectures and sneakily glancing over his shoulder at the hot guy that sat at the back of the class. Once Richie got there the class seem to move a lot faster.

The teacher wrapped up her lesson and dismissed everyone. Eddie had been zoning out looking out the window for the past ten minutes so when Bill shook his shoulder his head jerked down in surprise. Everyone was packing up.

He was looking up at Bill confused when he heard a laugh come from the back of the room. He looked over his shoulder to see Richie covering his mouth with his hand and staring right at him.

Eddie quickly spun around to face the front of the room.

Had he zoned out staring at Richie? He didn’t think so but he couldn’t be sure. Great now Richie was going to think he was some weirdo who stares at people blankly during class. He shot out of his chair, threw his backpack on, and grabbed his binder from the desk. Rushing out of the room, leaving a very confused Bill at behind.

He stopped when he was in the hallway and moved out of the way of other students trying to get to class. Leaning against the wall he waited for Bill, hoping he would get the memo and hurry after him before Richie left the classroom.

Of course he didn’t and Eddie stood there, sinking further down the wall, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible when Richie and the red head walked out of the class and right passed him. The girl was talking as they passed but Richie turned from her to look straight at Eddie and laugh.

Eddie was sure his face was bright red. How was he supposed to come to class after this?

Bill followed shortly after and found Eddie by the wall, red-faced and slightly freaking out. The two left the building, Eddie refusing to explain to Bill what was going on. They meet Mike out on campus and walked to the next class together.

Eddie felt like he was having a midlife crisis at twenty. He made it through the rest of the day and headed home that evening dreading coming back to school the next day.

But of course the next day came. And Eddie hated missing classes, even stupid morning ones where the guy he liked was there and would probably laugh at him and God Eddie really hoped Bill brought something really good this morning because the other reason he went to this class was really stressing him out. The weather mimicked his mood as it began to rain.

He resentfully got into his car and realized he was actually earlier than usual. Great, so now he was going to get to class extra early and have to sit there and wait for like half an hour. 

Absolutely not.

Eddie decided to take a longer route than he normally did, hopefully killing enough time so that he would just get to class on time.

He turned down an unfamiliar road and followed it for a bit. Getting slightly lost and unable to see the street signs through the rain. He turned down another side street, this one seeming to be completely dead. Completely dead except for a single person walking along the sidewalk.

They had a hood pulled over their head and they were soaking wet.

Why would anyone be walking right now, there were bus stops everywhere and by how wet they were, it was pretty obvious that they had been walking for a while.

Eddie slowed his car down and watched them. It wasn’t until he got relatively close that he realized who it was.

Of fucking course, it was Richie. Who else would it be. Eddie must have pissed off some god. what else would explain the slim chance that the one person he was trying to avoid was the only person walking down a street that Eddie never went down.

He was about to step on the gas and get as far away as he could but stopped when he noticed Richie shivering.

It was too early to be dealing with moral dilemmas. Eddie slowed his car down even more and stayed about a car length behind Richie as he walked. Maybe he had his car park somewhere up here and was just walking to it.

“I’m not being creepy; I’m being a concerned classmate.” Eddie justified to himself as he followed Richie for another block.  

When two more blocks passed Eddie was convinced Richie planned to walk the whole way. But there was no way, the university campus was still another fifteen-minute drive.

Eddie took a deep breath and speed up a bit coming to a stop a little in front of Richie. He rolled his window down and stuck his head just out of the window

“Hey there.” He called, immediately mentally slapping himself. he probably looked like the biggest stalker right now.

Richie looked over at him confused before recognition filled his face and he pulled an earbud out and approached Eddie’s car.

“Hey yourself, you’re from writing class right?” Richie asked as he leaned an arm on the top of Eddie’s car. Eddie honestly didn’t know which would have been worse. If he recognized him or if he didn’t. this was pretty bad.

“Yeah,” Eddie said laughing awkwardly. This was worst. “So um, are you planning on walking to class today?” He continued, trying to get right to the point. Eddie wasn’t the best “small talker”.

“Yeah, I was. It is such a beautiful day. Shame to waste it.” Richie joked nodding up towards the sky. Eddie laughed awkwardly again. He wasn’t serious, was he. Eddie wasn’t 100% sure but he figured it would take another 30 to 45 minutes to get to the campus from here.

“I’m heading that way if you want to um, catch a ride with me or something,” Eddie asked.

Richie stared down at him and smiled.

“I’d get your car all wet. But thanks for the offer. I’ll see you in class.” Richie said as he pushed off from Eddie car and headed back to the sidewalk. Eddie didn’t move for a few seconds before inching forward and stopping just in front of Richie again.

“This cars pretty shitty already, and if you walk from here you’ll be late.” Eddie pointed out

“But if I’m not late what will your excuse be for watching me walk to my seat.” Richie laughed as Eddie’s face lit up. He started to stutter which only made Richie laugh harder.

“Okay, okay I’ll take the ride if you calm down, I was just joking,” Richie said between breaths as he approached the car, this time rounding the front. Eddie rolled his window up gawking at where Richie had been. He saw his reflection in the closed window and saw how red his face was. Well, he had gotten what he wanted.

Richie pulled the passenger seat open shook off as much water as he could before entering the car.

Without saying anything, Eddie stepped on the gas and sped off towards school.

“So do you offer rides to all the boys you stare at or am I just special?” Richie asked after a few minutes of silence past between them. Eddie’s eyes widened as he drove.

“I don’t stare at you.” Eddie defended, biting his lip.

“You sure about that?” Richie laughed, looking at the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie could see the disbelieving look Richie was giving him from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, so what if I stare at you.” Eddie challenged. He had no clue where the sudden confidence was coming from but he knew that he needed it to get through the rest of this car ride.

Richie looked taken aback by his answer for a second before a smile broke out across his face.

“I do too.” He said, still grinning at Eddie. Eddie turned his head from the road to look over at Richie in surprise.

“W-what” He stuttered, turning back to face the road when he almost ran into the car in front of him.

Richie laughed again from beside him.

“Yeah, all the time. You do some pretty cute things in class. Like almost falling asleep.” Richie turned to look out the front window. “I was going to talk to you after class yesterday actually, but you looked like you were going through some stuff.”

Eddie was beyond confused. Was he on some kind of TV show. There was no way that this was his real life right now. Eddie made the turn into the student parking lot and pulled into his parking spot.

“That was umm, nothing. Forget about yester…” Eddie said turning to face Richie, who had quietly moved his face so it was right in front of Eddie’s when he turned. Eddie froze and stared. Richie leaned in slightly closer

“I never asked for your name,” Richie whispered leaning in even closer.

“um, E-Eddie.” He whispered back, unable to move.

“well Eds, Thanks for the ride.” He placed his hand on Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie was the one who finally closed the gap between them. He softly pressed his lips against Richie. Richie hesitated for a second, thrown off my Eddie’s boldness but quickly gathered himself and pressed back.

The soft kiss quickly escalated into Richie leaning over the console to push Eddie back against the driver’s door. Eddie, not wanting to be upstaged in the impromptu make-out session was the one to intensify the kiss by licking his tongue along Richie’s bottom lip

Richie moaned at the feeling. He returned the favor by pressing Eddie harder into the door and exploring his mouth with his tongue.

This is really not how Eddie saw today going. Like, he wasn’t going to complain but it really was a curveball.

Eddie pushed on Richie’s shoulders and they separated, panting for breath but not moving too far from the other.

“Wait, wait. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Eddie asked starting to panic. He was not down with being a homewrecker.

“Girlfriend? Who Bev?” Richie looked extremely confused and then he laughed loudly when Eddie blushed a deeper shade of red.

Richie raised his hand to Eddie’s cheek and kiss him lightly.

“Bev is like my best friend, almost like an annoying little sister. I’m only taking this class because of her.” He reassured before leaning in to kiss Eddie again. Eddie kissed back enthusiastically before abruptly pulling back.

“Fuck. Class.” Eddie shrieked looking down at the clock. They were ten minutes late to class.

“Shit.” Eddie reached into the back seat and grabbed his backpack before throwing the driver seat door open. Richie laughed as he watched him, and jumped out of the car. Eddie grabbed his hand instinctively and pulled him as he ran towards the English building.

He flung the classroom door open, dropping Richie’s hand and froze when everyone turned to stare at him. Eddie dropped his head and half ran over to his spot, where Bill was gaping up at him. Eddie dropped down beside him and hid his face in his arms.

A second later he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll take another ride sometime,” Richie whispered into his ear as he walked past him towards his seat.

Eddie’s entire face lit up but he smiled into his arms.

Today definitely didn’t turn out the way he thought it would. And he was definitely okay with that.


Hope everyone liked it!


Tag list (I’ll get it right this time!)

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I took notes.

Who killed Markiplier notes Chapter One

You arrived at 6:45.

You have not met Colonel before the party so he introduces himself

You are a district attorney

Damien trusts you and knows you well. Yet you haven’t seen one another in a while, indicated by his “well catch up”.

Drinking likely started around 7 in the evening.

The Colonel had a loaded gun in the house.

Tylers cotton gloves leave no fingerprints on the glass

You are very good at poker

You went into the kitchen

Colonel’s hand held The Ace of clubs, The Ace of Hearts, the 3 of hearts, the 3 of diamonds, and the 10 of spades. All the cards shown were colored in black

Colonel had the detective in a choke hold.

Colonel threw a flask at Tyler.

Colonel then was shown loading a very familiar gun.

You got uppercutted by the detective, then checked up on Damien.

Mark did not take the red robe off.

At least You went to bed around 1:30.

The alarm was already set to wake you at 8:30

Tyler was waiting for you when you woke.

Seltzer with cocaine for hangover remedy

Damien was up before you as well.

“Aah, there’s our little monster. You really knocked them dead last night, I haven’t seen you go wild like that since our days in university. Good to let the beast out every once and awhile, ey old friend. Then again, i’m not exactly sure what we’re supposed to be celebrating here, i mean it’s good to have the gang back together, but out of the blue like this seems…” Damien seems unsettled.

He still has work to do, in the manor.

As soon as you enter what may be a parlor, Marks body falls from the ceiling. Nearly crushing you.

The detective arrives after the fall, Then tyler, then the chef. Damien is not there.

Damien shows much later, after the body’s been found and covered.

The lighting picks up, starting at the fall of mark’s body.

There was no blood on mark’s body, at least that we could see.

Tyler thinks they should call the authorities, the detectives thinks otherwise.

Damien leaves to speak with the colonel, who was also not in the room when the body was found.

The detective was left alone with the body. Stating that mark was killed around 1:30am

You overhear the argument between Colonel and Damien.

“Don’t give me that horse shit! I know you hated him, but goddammit he reached out to you-” “Oh what do you want from me?!” “I want you to care!” “Just because i’m not weeping like a child does not mean that i don’t care.” “I can’t believe you…You come find me when you pull your head out of your ass.” Damien storms off, sounding hurt and near tears. He spoke harshly to you before storming out.

The colonel mistakes you for Damien, then greets you warmly then disregards the detective.

The colonel then bad mouths Mark, who did not drink the entire night. Colonel on the other hand was shown with a loaded gun and drinking from a flask.

We already know the colonel hates Mark.

He states that Mark left during the poker game, because he can’t hold his booze. Yet we never saw him drink.

He claims that mark died after falling down the stairs.

It appears that tyler may have been waiting for you outside the in home cinema.

He leads you to the wine cellar.

There are 14 wine bottles on the middle two shelves of the second rack. On the first rack there lies a flask.

There is a broken wine bottle on the floor, tyler is panicking while cleaning it up.

You leave him to that, you walk up to the kitchen and find the chef working on chopping up some food.

The chef speaks in harsh tones and words but they sound as if they are not directed at you.

He introduces you to his ‘little buddy’ Aka the viewing point for a set of security cameras.


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anonymous asked:

FYI: 8 reasons why CR7 is the GOAT, therefore better than Messi. - CR7 is a better overall goals scorer. Better goals per game ratio than Messi. - CR7 is a better free- kick scorer. - Messi never prove himself outside Barca. CR7 makes his team better. Messi always rely on Xavi and Iniesta. - Messi constantly dissapears with Argentina when his team need him. - Messi usually dissapears in relevant Champion' matches. - CR7 is a better header scorer. (To be continue)

(part 2:) - CR7 is a player with more goals and assists in the history of CL, he is more decisive in this competition. - CR7 is more decisive with his national team. In WC 2010 Messi score 0 goal even North Korea score more than him. In WC 2014 only scored in a group stage. Don’t mention Copa America, he just scored 1 goals and next year missed penalty. All the greatest players of all times have won with their national team. But Messi won’t. I hope this informations will get in your head. Keep crying.

I’ve avoided getting involved in this “debate” over the last few years or so, but since you took so much effort in trying to convince me of something that isn’t even an argument to me, I have some time & I’m more than happy pay you the same courtesy in explaining to you with facts why this is so. Let’s do it by looking at each of the points you’ve included this so-called “information” I’m supposed to “get in my head”:

► “CR7 is a better overall goals scorer. Better goals per game ratio than Messi.

False.

All-time, club and country?

  • CR: 595 goals/852 matches = 0.70 goal ratio
  • Messi: 562 goals/698 matches = 0.81 goal ratio

All-time, just club?

  • CR: 524 goals/714 matches = 0.73 goal ratio
  • Messi: 504 goals/581 matches = 0.87 goal ratio

All-time, just country?

  • CR:  71 goals / 138 matches = 0.51 goal ratio
  • Messi: 58 goals / 117 matches = 0.50 goal ratio

CR’s ratio is 0.01 higher and he has had 21 more international matches played than Messi. Alright. Collectively though, that 0.01 doesn’t make him “better overall”. 

Conversion rates since 2009:

  • CR’s conversion rate total/outside the box: 15% / 5%
  • Messi’s conversion rate total/outside the box: 21% / 9%

What about when they’ve been at their very best, goalscoring-wise? Most goals scored in a calendar year:

  • CR: 69 goals (ratio: 1.17)
  • Messi: 91 goals (ratio: 1.32)

Not only is Messi better in terms of quantity of goals, he is also a better goalscorer when context is considered. How do they perform under pressure/when the team needs them the most? From 2016:

  • CR conversion rate when team is winning / when team is losing or drawing: 25% / 6%
  • Messi conversion rate when team is winning / when team is losing or drawing: 22% / 20%

Here’s an infographic (although it’s only updated up to 2015) to help better illustrate the importance of context & goalscoring when it comes to Messi and Cristiano:

(credit to Grup 14 and Sarah)

Goals after 1 dribble/2 dribbles/3 dribbles/4 dribbles:

  • CR: 45 goals/10 goals/2 goals/0 goals
  • Messi: 115 goals/40 goals/15 goals/4 goals

Pre-assisted goals:

  • CR: 13 goals
  • Messi: 90 goals

► “CR7 is a better free-kick scorer.

Not quite

  • Since Messi and Ronaldo have been playing together in Spain (2009-10 season): 
    • CR has scored 20 goals in 291 attempts. This creates a conversion rate 6.87%.
    • Messi scored 17 free-kick goals with 212 attempts, creating a conversion rate of 8.02%.
  • Since 2012: 
    • CR has scored 17; conversion rate = 7%, 
    • Messi has scored 23; conversion rate = 10.5%
  • Even more recent, just for fun: 
    • Messi has scored 3 free-kicks in 2017 alone
    • CR has converted only 3 since 2015.

What about in big matches?

  • Total free-kick goals in El Clasico: 
    • Messi = 2
    • CR = 0
  • Messi’s total free-kick goals in World Cup and Copa America matches: 2 
    • CA = 1 (vs. Panama)
    • WC = 1 (vs. Nigeria) 
  • CR’s total free-kick goals in World Cup & Euro matches: 0. 
    • With 43 attempts. On average, he has had a shot from a direct free-kick every 67 minutes he has been on the pitch (with a total of 2,884 minutes at major international tournaments) and has a ZERO PERCENT conversion rate.

► “Messi never proved himself outside Barca.”

The old “but can he do it on a cold, wet Tuesday night in Stoke?” argument is easy to lean on because he hasn’t, but it doesn’t change that it’s an extremely flawed argument. Let’s look at why - specifically England, where CR has proved himself outside of Spain since we’re doing a head-to-head comparison. 

  • Lionel Messi has scored more Champions League goals against English clubs than he has against sides from any other nation.
    • On the 25 occasions that he has lined up against English teams, Messi has scored a total of 16 goals. 
      • Arsenal - 9 goals in 6 matches. 
      • Manchester City - 5 goals in 5 matches. 
      • Manchester United - 2 goals (which helped Barcelona claim Champions League victories in Rome in 2009 and at Wembley Stadium in 2011

Never mind him having big performances against Bayern/Leverkusen, PSG/Lyon, AC Milan/Roma, Celtic/Rangers and etc. So, something tells me the kid from Rosario - who also played very well through the rough conditions he experienced there - CAN do it on cold, rainy night in Stoke. If you think he cannot simply because he hasn’t, that’s up to you. You’re entitled to your opinion. But the stats tell us another story.

► “CR7 makes his team better.”

Sure he does, he is one of football’s greatest. But Messi makes his even better

Messi’s total major club trophies: 29 TOTAL (including 2 trebles, one of those years winning the sextuple)

  • 8 League championships
  • 4 Champions Leagues
  • 4 Copas del Rey
  • 3 UEFA Supercups
  • 3 Club World Cups
  • 7 Supercopas de España

CR total major club trophies (RM+Manchester United): 16 TOTAL

  • 4 League championships
  • 2 Copas del Rey
  • 2 Champions Leagues
  • 1 Supercopa de España
  • 1 FA Cup
  • 1 EFL Cup
  • 1 Community Shield
  • 3 Club World Cups
  • 1 Super Cup 

Stats since 2009, when Messi and CR started playing together in the same league:

  • CR + RM: 9 major Trophies
    • + 1 Liga
    • + 2 Copas del Rey
    • + 2 Champions Leagues
    • + 1 Supercopa de España
    • + 2 Club World Cups
    • + 1 Super Cup
  • Messi + Barça: 20 major trophies
    • + 5 Ligas
    • + 3 Copas del Rey
    • + 2 Champions Leagues
    • + 5 Supercopas de España
    • + 3 Club World Cups
    • + 2 UEFA Super Cups

All-time assists, club and country:

  • CR: 195, in 852 matches
  • Messi: 230, in 698 matches

    ► “Messi always relies on Xavi and Iniesta.

    Another archaic myth that Messi has destroyed year after year. Crazy that people are still hanging on to this, even after Xavi has been gone for two years now and Iniesta has been on/off form while dealing with playing in/out of position. Meanwhile, Messi has continued to improve and remain the greatest. 

    This myth seemingly makes sense due to Messi’s lack of titles with Argentina compared to his achievements at Barca - but again, this is a very flawed argument. Messi is the greatest player in the world and Xavi/Iniesta are two of the greatest midfielders/were one of the greatest midfield duos of this generation. Together, the three of them contributed to a Barça that won everything a club can within a short span of time. But how can we say in the same sentence that “Barça is only successful because they rely on Messi” AND “Messi is only successful because he relies on Xavi/Iniesta”? Grasping at straws like this really isn’t necessary, because the truth of the matter is that they simply formed a brilliant partnership together. Barcelona successfully utilized the talents of these incredible players together to succeed. Some facts to further debunk this:

    • During Messi’s record breaking year when he scored 91 goals, he was assisted only eight times by Iniesta and five times by Xavi. 
    • Neither Xavi nor Iniesta have even assisted Messi the most in his career. It’s Dani Alves. 
    • Messi continues to have the most Barcelona assists himself since 2003/2004. At Barcelona, he has more assists alone than Iniesta and Xavi combined in their club careers.

    But maybe assists alone cannot determine the impact Xavi or Iniesta has on Messi. Alright, what about pre-assisted goals (goals pre-assisted by the scorer)?

    • As we said before, as of 2016, 90 of Messi’s goals were pre-assisted. This means that in ~23% of his goals, he started the play with key passes that ended up back with him scoring. 
    • While CR, surrounded by Modric, Kroos, Ozil, Di Maria, etc. (I’m not sure why people like to act like he hasn’t been surrounded by top players) throughout his career sits at 13 pre-assisted goals. 

    Not convinced? Then let’s look at Messi’s performances for Argentina, where he has no Xavi/Iniesta. You said….

    ► “Messi constantly disappears with Argentina when his team need him. CR7 is more decisive with his national team.

    Which is again, false. Of all the big name players that play for Argentina, you call the man who is, for his national team, the…

    • Top scorer in all international competitions, including friendlies
    • Top scorer in International friendlies
    • Top scorer from the penalty spot
    • Top scorer in all U-20 international competitions
    • Top scorer in FIFA World Cup qualification
    • Top scorer when looking at goals scored in one calendar year
    • Top hat-trick scorer in all international competitions, including friendlies
    • Top assister in all international competitions, including friendlies
    • Only player that have scored against all 9 South American Nations
    • Key contributor in terms of keeping possession, averaging 63 passes per game and converting 86.2 percent.

    “disappearing”, “dependent on Xavi/Iniesta” and "indecisive”?

    • Argentina’s National Team Win % in 2014 and 2018 World Cup Qualification with Messi: 65%
    • Without Messi? 22%.

      Not quite. 

      I would suggest reading and watching [this analysis] for a better perspective on this. There is a video there which compares how Messi plays for Argentina and how he plays for Barcelona and it reveals that there isn’t much difference between how he plays for both sides, but there is a difference in the behaviour of his teammates. The confidence that Messi receives from his teammates in Barcelona is far different from what he is offered by his teammates in Argentina. As I said before, Barcelona has been able to successfully utilize Messi’s talents/abilities and have reaped every award there is because of it - something Argentina has failed to take advantage of so far. 

      In regards to CR with this, a reminder:

      • CR goals international: 71 goals / 138 matches = 0.51 goal ratio
      • Messi goals: 58 goals / 117 matches = 0.50 goal ratio

      A difference of 0.01, with CR playing 21 more international games.

      International Assists?

      • CR: 23
      • Messi: 37 (in 21 less matches)

      International Goal Participation?

      • CR: Every 113m + 25s
      • Messi: Every 99m + 12s

      ► “In WC 2010 Messi score 0 goal even North Korea score more than him. In WC 2014 only scored in a group stage. Don’t mention Copa America, he just scored 1 goals and next year missed penalty.”

      It’s true that Messi didn’t score in WC 2010. He did get an assist (the same amount as CR in the tournament) and was named MOTM once (the same number of times as CR in the tournament). Funny you should mention North Korea though, the ONLY team Ronaldo scored against in WC 2010. Once. After Portugal was already up 6-0. 

      Also, I’m not sure which WC 2014 you were watching. I was watching the one where Ronaldo’s only goal in this tournament was also in the group stage (against Ghana), while Messi scored four times in the group stages, assisted Di Maria’s goal which carried them in the round of 16, and carried his team to the final. 

      And lol ”don’t mention Copa America”? Why? Because Leo carried his team to the final twice in two years?

      In 2015:

      • 1 goal, 2 penalties (including the ONLY one of his teammates to do so in the final) 
      • 3 assists

      In 2016: 

      • 5 goals 
      • 4 assists
        • (If you want to compare to CR’s Euro 2016, where he scored 3 and assisted 3). 
      • Again, carried his team to the final. But sure, summarize the tournament as a “missed penalty” to fit your narrative. 

      Also worth mentioning that in 2007, at age 20, he also set up the game winning goal against the US in the opening 4-1 win, scored the game-tying first goal vs Colombia in their 4-2 win, assisted their only goal against Paraguay in the beginning of the knockout stage, scored the second goal in their quarter-final victory, and another in their 3-0 semifinal win - which lead to the first of the three Copa America finals he’s played in. 

      ► “CR7 is a better header scorer.

      Yes, a 6′1 CR is better at scoring headers than a 5′7 Messi (*pretends to be shocked*). CR just passed Aduriz for this record a few months ago actually, which isn’t surprising - Cristiano has shown he’s very good in the air. Nobody is denying that Cristiano has great qualities as a player. But as I’m sure you would agree, this argument alone, does not cement anyone as the greatest of all time. Also notable to mention that Barça as a team - tactics/style kept in mind - score less headers. Next. 

      ► “Messi disappears in relevant Champions League matches.

      Did you even try with this one? A few examples of how wrong this is off the top of my head? 

      UCL Final vs. Manchester United, 2009

      UCL Quarterfinals vs. Arsenal, 2010

      • Scored four goals in the second leg, the first three in just 21 minutes

      UCL Semifinals vs. Real Madrid, 2011

      • Scored twice in ten minutes in the first leg. We advanced to the final 3-1 on aggregate. 

      UCL Final vs. Manchester United, 2011

      UCL Semifinals vs. Bayern, 2015

      • Nobody will ever forget his two goals in this extremely ‘relevant’ match, as you put it.
      • Was also at the heart of Neymar’s second goal in the second leg.

      UCL Final at Berlin against Juventus, 2015

      • Messi’s pass to Alba sparked the first goal scored by Rakitic
      • Messi was at the heart of the counter attack which gave Barca the lead again.
      • He wasn’t on the scoresheet, but he made his presence felt.

      It’s true that our last two Champions League tournaments were not what we hoped they would be, but in our ‘relevant’ matches then, Leo still scored 3 against Arsenal over both legs and scored a crucial penalty in our historic PSG comeback this year.

      I couldn’t help but notice how you didn’t have a counter-response about CR and ‘relevant’ CL matches. Could it have to do with numbers like this, from last season?:

      ^ (And again, credit to Sarah for this.)

      And speaking of ‘relevant’ matches, why not mention ‘relevant’ league matches?

      Credit to Grup 14 for the graph. Messi’s line (higher than CR’s in all aspects) shows a relatively steady performance in games (goals/assists) that isn’t affected by the quality of the opposition - so he’s there (more or less) regardless of ‘relevance’ of the match. Meanwhile, as we can see, CR follows an obvious increase in performance as the quality of the opposing team decreases.

      ► “CR7 is a player with more goals and assists in the history of CL, he is more decisive in this competition

      CR does have an advantage when it comes to assists in this competition (37 in 145 vs. Messi’s 25 in 115) - the only competition which he surpasses Messi in assists. And I’m certainly not denying that he’s decisive in this competition. Nobody could.

      But with goals:

      • CR: 104 goals in 145 games = 0.72 goals/game
      • Messi: 94 goals in 115 games = 0.82 goals/game

      And ultimately, titles:

      • CR: 3
      • Messi: 4

       ► “All the greatest players of all times have won with their national team. But Messi won’t.

      Cruyff. Raul. Puskas. Eusebio. Zico. Maldini. Ballack. Bergkamp. Figo. Gascoigne. Laudrup. And the list goes on.

      The greatness of these players, all who have never won an international title, are not questioned. A list Cristiano was also on just last year. Did you create this entire argument after the goal Eder scored, which CR watched from the bench?Did that moment make you believe it can overshadow all of the facts above? 

      If you want to get technical, Messi won with Argentina in 2008, when he became an olympic champion and was highlighted as one of the standout players in the tournament. 

      Neither CR nor Leo has lead their team to a World Cup. 

      But it is true that Messi hasn’t won a Copa America, despite playing in 3 finals and standing out in each one of those tournaments. 

      ► Other:

      • Most Ballons d'Or (5): Messi
      • Most consecutive Ballons d'Or (4): Messi
      • Most goals in La Liga history (347): Messi
      • Most assists in La Liga history (137): Messi
      • Most goals scored in a La Liga season (50): Messi
      • Most goals scored in a club season (73): Messi
      • Most goals in El Clasico history (23): Messi
      • Most assists in El Clasico history (13): Messi

      All I have to say is that if after going through the facts, doing some reading (some suggestions = Lionel Messi is ImpossibleBeyond stats and stunts - The gulf between Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo widened in 2016Lionel Messi vs Cristiano Ronaldo - Who’s the best goalscorer?Messi vs Cristiano Ronaldo - What defines a big-game player?, and the Messi vs. Ronaldo resource), some watching/listening (check out Lionel Messi - The World’s GreatestCruijffCast - Episode 7 - Messi x Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi vs. No Space, and Lionel Messi - The 10 Smartest Skills Without Touching the Ball), and maybe just watching some of Messi’s matches that will show you the things stats can’t fully capture… if you believe that headers in a differing styles of play and one international title can justify your entire argument, then there’s no more convincing I can do. This is why I like to stay out of this debate these days. Because for me, although CR is undoubtedly one of the great players of this generation, the greatest of all time isn’t debatable. 

      So if you haven’t guessed it by now, there are no tears over here. If you need a tissue though, let me know!

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      Warnings: This ones very dirty guys, you’re welcome 😈. VEY VERY  NSFW gifs , FINALLY S M U T ,angst , Bucky Barnes x Reader (ft Johnny Storm 😉)

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      “ miss, I suggest you wake up. I’m required to remind you that you have work in 20 minutes” the blinds over your windows begins rising , letting your room flood with blinding light.

      Fucking FRIDAY .

      “ I’m up I’m up.”

      You went right to your room after you left buckys floor last night. It took you a while , but you finally fell asleep . Work is the last thing you want right now , but you know You have a shit ton of medical records to type out and things to organize .


      You are ready in 15, and on the elevator soon after . Finally the elevator opens on the med floor , and the silence is oddly soothing .

      Your day passes quickly , before you know it it’s 5pm .

      “ Mr Stark would like me to inform you that he is holding a small get together tonight at 7 and he’d like you to attend. He said ’ nothing fancy , just wear something to outline your-‘l

      ” I get the point FRIDAY.“ you cut her off before she can finish relaying Tony’s message about your ass. Real  classy Stark.

      Originally posted by chaosofhearts


      It doesn’t take long to finish your work, so you have plenty of time to get ready . You decide on wearing a black shirt dress, that clings to the shape of your curves and has a cross cross cut out around your middle , along with a low neckline . Overall, you feel sexy as hell. Your hair is down is loose natural waves, and you applied light makeup . You’re ready at 6:45 , and decide to head to the “party level ” early . Your nerves begin acting up when you think about having to face Bucky tonight. He didn’t try to contact me all day , so why the hell should I care ? He can do whatever he wants , and I can whatever I want . The elevators open , to the hall, revealing an unfamiliar group of 4 and you realize it’s the fantastic Four ; the other heroes of new York . The man with his back to you turns , a dazzling smile forming when he sees you .

      Originally posted by this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms

      I want to do him, oh man, do I want to do him .

      “ well hello gorgeous.”
      The woman across from him smacks the back of his head .

      “ I’m sorry about my brother , I’m sue Richards , this is my husband reed , our friend Ben, and the one with no manners is my brother Johnny storm.” Playboy Johnny storm , his could be fun.

      “ it’s a pleasure to meet all of you, thank you for what you’ve done to save this city , and the world .” They all blush at you, including Johnny.

      “ well you know , I could think of another way to say thank you.” Johnny say with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes . His sister groans at his remark but you laugh

      “ that’s a shame Johnny,” you walk past him , stopping to call over your shoulder ,“ because I think of a lot more ways than one .” You wink and continue heading into the official party area.

      Originally posted by cybertronicvagrant

      You spent most of the night near wanda and Natasha, bucky finally arrived with Steve a little later , his girl from last night no where insight. You fee his eyes on you as him as they both approach the three of you , after a quick hello you excuse yourself to go to the bar, you suddenly feel the urge for tequila getting louder .

      You feel a hand on your lower back as you wait for the bartender , and you pray it’s not buckys .

      “ what’s got a beautiful lady like you drinking tequila alone ?” Johnny , thank fucking god . You turn around , he’s so close that your chests are nearly touching .

      “ do I need a reason for tequila?”

      “ no, but your shoulders tensed and dropped in relief when you saw it was me , who are you avoiding babe?”

      “ you never hear about how observant Johnny storm is , only how much of a playboy.”

      “ I’m waiting for an answer .”
      You look over his shoulder , locking eyes with a very aggravated Bucky Barnes . What the hell does he look so pissed - oh . Oh ! What a fucking - fuck it . I’m doing this.

      You lean up to whisper in his ear, “Johnny I need a favor , feel free to say no. But I really wanna piss someone off.”

      “ anything for you , I’m sure he deserves it.”

      “ how do you-”

      “ Like you said , observing is  my thing, and frostbite hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked to the bar .”

      “ you’re pretty damn good mr.Storm”
      “ oh baby you have no idea.” His arms wrap around your waist , both of you are devilishly smiling .

      Johnny pulls you to the dance floor of people grinding against each other . You turn your body so your back is to his chest, your ass pressing against his already hardening bulge .

      “ excited ?” You ask over you shoulder , he responds with a light kiss to your neck . You behind moving together , following the beat . 5 songs later and you’re way too turned on from dancing with Johnny and need air , you part with a quick kiss to his cheek then duck out to the balcony , sighing as soon as the breeze hits you.

      Looking over the city is so calming , the lights are mesmerizing. So much in fact , you didn’t hear the door open & close behind you .

      “ y/n” you jump at the sound , not realizing someone else joined you, and of course it’s bucky. You don’t turn , just grip on tighter to the ledge infront of you , how fucking great.

      “ Barnes .”

      “ you look nice tonight.” He is directly behind you now, close enough you can feel his breath on your neck . Are you fucking kidding me ?

      You don’t reply , the anger building up inside you is threatening to spill out but you don’t want to give him the satisfied knowing the affect seeing him and the girl lady had on you.

      “ you didn’t snap me today doll.” That’s it .

      “ I didn’t snap y- you are something else Bucky Barnes .” You turn , glaring daggers into the deep blue eyes looking back at you .bucky just smirks ,

      Originally posted by winter-barnes

      “ I knew that would get you to speak.”
      Bastard .

      “ let me ex-”
      “ why would you need to explain bucky? I shouldn’t of came to your floor , what you do isn’t my business, nor do I care . ”
      Go me . self-five .

      His face drops at your words , but he doesn’t drop it
      “ I was stressed from the mission and I need to - listen I didn’t sleep with her . I sent her packin after I saw you. ”

      “ well that was dumb. ”

      “ why- I know your mad y/n. No need to hide it . ”

      “ .im not your mother and I’m certainly not your girl friend so why would I be mad? we all have needs. “ you snap .

      He’s silent , you take the chance to move away and back to the party but his voice stops you

      ” so what ? You’re going back to dancing with storm now? “
      You laugh , ” is someone jealous ?“ When he doesn’t respond you walk back to him , placing your hand on his chest .

      ” are you jealous that he’s the one that’s going to have my ass grinding against him Buck? That he’s the one I’m going to be kissing tonight when we leave the party , the one whose dick im going to wrap my lips around ? That you’re not the one that’s going to be fucking me until I can’t walk? “
      After a moment of him glaring into your eyes , you laugh , ” because it could of been you. But I’m sure you have someone else you can call again tonight , don’t you ?“ You spit , you go to remove your hand from his chest but his flies up to grasp onto it , holding you to him.

      ” I didn’t think -“

      ” doesn’t matter , it was just a game Bucky right? That’s all it was .“ Sadness clear in your voice , but oh well. His face drops , his eyes going to the ground at your words. 

      Originally posted by munirakhairuddin

      You rip your hand from his, and storm back into the party . Thoughts flying through your head at what feels like a 100 mph, the night you spent talking with him , all the snaps , the kisses ; it’s all too much . Fuck it was just suppose to be a game , I wasn’t suppose to feel anything for that dickbag!

      ” hey woah, you okay?“ you look up to see Johnnys concerned eyes .

      ” uh- yeah I just- tequila .“ You sigh out , and he nods , taking your hand and leading you to the bar .


      Buckys POV

      fucking hell. I never would of thought I could be this dumb , she’s never going to - FUCK.  I should of told her how I felt first.  Those should of been the first fucking words out of my mouth. But would this of ended any different?  it would of killed me if she still walked away after I told her. But now she just thinks- FUCK. 
      Why the fuck is she even bothering with storm , he’s a man whore . What are thy even laughing about ? How much tequila does she think she can drink ?!

      I don’t blame her , how could I ? I should of called her not - Lisa? Whatever that chicks name was . But whatever this is - was - between me and y/n is just too - I didn’t think I’d catch feelings. But she’s just so- y/n . I don’t even have words to describe how wonderful she is , I’ve always know though . Being an ass to her was just so much easier than giving into being close with her before . But after the other night , after everything we talked about , the kisses , fuck her lips are so perfect , almost like they were made for mine, I can’t help but give in. I learned so much about her , we moved so far into friendship in just one night. I’m an idiot .

      Steve told me I shouldn’t of pushed her away , but what else was I suppose to do? She was the only thing on my mind during that mission , and the first thing back on my mind after I shook out soldier mode on the way home . That mission- I don’t even know- I lost myself for a minute . All I could think about is what if that happens when I’m with her ? What if I hurt her ? I didn’t think she was as in deep as I was , didn’t think she’d care about the other girl . I was almost praying she only saw this as truly a game between us , so atleast one of us had a little bit of hold on reality. But when I saw her eyes in the elevator , the way they glossed over with Unshed tears
      ; I lost it.

      It wasn’t a game anymore , it wasn’t just about who could get the other to cave for Sex first , although I do want to fuck her 7 ways from Sunday . It only took one night, one night of her sleeping next to me, for me to realize I needed that every night . I let my fear of hurting her physically, hurt her emotionally. And now I have to sit and watch her all over this fucking prick . I wanted to drop kick him off the side of the building the minute I saw him go up to her .

      What are they - where are they going ?!


      Y/n’s pov

       You know its the tequila vision, but right now all you can think of is banging Johnny storm, and how much you hate bucky right now.  One a scale of 1-10, you’re a solid 5.5. You lean in closer to johnny , your lips grazing his ear,

      ” What do you say we get outta here ?“

       He doesn’t verbally respond, instead his lips go to yours, in a quick, but hot kiss.  He grabs your hand and all but sprints to the elevators.  He didn’t even hit the button before pressing you against the wall next to the doors . You moan when his lips land on yours, before you can even  make another move his body is off you .

      ” What the hell!“ johnny snaps, you open your eyes to a very flustered Johnny and pissed Bucky. you’ve got to be kidding me.

      ” You have 5 seconds to get out of my sight, that’s the only warning I’m giving you storm .“ Bucky barks, making your eyes go wide. Holy hell, ive never seen him this mad. Johnny looks to you , and you slowly nod, not wanting to cause an even bigger issue to pull anyone from the parties attention to the hall .  confusion rolls over you as johnny smirks and sends you a wink, did he- did he want this to happen? wtf.

      Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

      ” Bucky what the fuck do you think youre doing !“ you growl, ” I didn’t fucking chase that girl away last night , so what were you thinking !“

      He stalks forward, caging you between his body and the wall  until his face is an inch away from yours,

      ” Storm is a man whore.“

      ” and youre not?“ you snap ” its not like I wanted to marry the guy, Christ. “

      ” You just wanted to fuck him ? “

      ” Obviously !“

      ” You’ve got a replacement right infront of you doll. I’m all yours. “  is he caving?

      Almost like he read your mind Bucky dips down to connect your lips in a desperate kiss, his tongue immediately finding its way against yours as he gains dominance. When he pulls away your gasping for air,

      Originally posted by sssmcdlove

      ” I’m done with this game, I want you and I want you now doll.“ his voice is full of lust, and super commanding , nearly making you fall to  a puddle infront of him .

      All this is , is a fuck for both of us . He doesn’t want it to be more , and I don’t either . I’m not letting it be anymore. its a tequila induced fuck. No feelings , just sex.

       The elevator ride to his floor was silent, only thing to be heard is your breathing.  The minute you’re off the elevator, he’s got his hands on you . He pushes you against the nearest walll, his lips meeting yours in another needy kiss . His hands are roaming down your body until they land on your thigh, and he lifts you up. Your legs instantly wrap around his waist while your hands tangle in his hair, your lips still moving with his . Your dress is bunched at your waist now, letting his bulge rub against your covered core , the friction making you moan into his mouth . He moves you again , and you feel the cold granite of his kitchen counter under you .

      ” bucky please -“ His eyes are completely Lust blown as he takes in your plea . His hands move to your core , slipping under your panties and diving right into your slippery folds

      ” fuck y/n,“ he enters one, the then two finger into your pussy, starting a relentless pace . Moans rip through you at the feeling, and your hips start grinding down on his fingers . ” that’s it doll, fuck yourself on my fingers .“ And you do , you bounce yourself as much as you can on his fingers until your orgasm washes over you. You dig your fingers into his forearms as you slowly rock yourself through your orgasm.

      ” I don’t think you know how hot that was . Holy fuck.“ He breathes out before gently kissing you . You smirk at him as he removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with a groan. Fuck why is that so hot ? You gasp as he rips open the front of your dress, anger flashes through you for a moment before its  replaced with pure pleasure. His mouth nips down your chest, his tongue popping out to swirl around your hardened nipple. 

      Your back arches, pushing yourself further into his warm mouth and you nearly cum from the feeling of him sucking your nipple . He alternates between your breasts, driving you crazier everytime he sucks them . You finally find the strength to shove him off of you , sending him a grin as you do .  

      You slide off the counter and to your knees, going right for the button on his pants . You pop the bottom off, drag the zipper down and then pull his pants and boxers until they hit the floor and kicks them off . His cock looks painfully hard ,his top is leaking pre cum and your mouth starts watering at the sight . You lean up , capturing the tip in your mouth , you tongue swiping over the precum . You moan out at the saltiness, but your addicted to taste right away . You take more of him in your mouth , swirling your tongue around him as you start bobbing your head .

      ” shit - your mouth feels - “ he lets out a moan when your hand finds his balls .

      ” doll- sto-stop , I’m not cuming until I’m fucking buried in your pussy.“ You back off with a wet pop , standing up then leaning to kiss him .

      ” then what are you waiting for , sergeant ?“ That did it , his eyes snap to yours and another growl escapes him, making you even wetter , fucking hell . He lifts you again , taking you to his room . Once your feet hit the floor youre ripping at his shirt, buttons flying everywhere  .

       He removes your ruined dress from you , biting his lip as he looks over your body , only thing covering you is your black lace thong; and he takes care of that real quick.  He gently shoves you back, watching your chest bounce as you fall to his bed. He slowly tucks his fingers under the waist of your thong and pulls it down your legs before tossing it over his shoulder. You let your legs fall open, watching as he looks at your dripping pussy with hungry eyes.

      ” So fucking perfect Doll.“ he leans down , his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that has your head spinning . He pulls away , sneaking his hands underneath your body , and flipping the two of you so youre straddling him . He smacks your ass, making you arch forward as you whimper.

      ” Up here baby ,“ you raise your eyebrow in confusion until you finally realize what he means .  You scoot yourself up, placing a leg on each side of his head and slowly lowering yourself down until you feel his lips on your slit.

      ” Oooh fuck!“ he dives right in , sucking and licking at your folds so hard you can barely keep yourself up right . His hands come down on your thighs, squeezing them roughly as he begins moving you back and forth over his face.  you take the hint and follow his lead,  hesitantly rocking yourself against him . His hands move you faster though , to the point that you are fucking yourself on his face. one hand disappears from your hips, and you feel one of his fingers enter you as he sucks harshly on your clit.

      ” Bucky ! “the last suck did you in, the knot in your stomach snapping harder than ever before . You feel yourself cuming , you can feel it dripping out of you into is mouth and the thought reignites the fire in your core.  Bucky gently lifts you and slides you back down to his lap  , and you get a good look of his glistening face. Holy fuck, I just fucked bucky barnes face.  fuck yes.  You pull him in for a kiss, sighing at the taste of yourself on his tongue . You suck on his tongue before moving away from him , and a low moan leaves his lips.

      ” Doll I cant wait any longer .“ he flips you once again, once hes over you his hand grabs ahold of his cock and he slowly pushes himself in . You know hes trying to be considerate and give you a minute to adjust, but you cant wait . The way he fills you already has you addicted , the pain only lasts a few seconds before you bucking your hips up . He starts thrusting slowly, and you let out a growl,

      ” Harder !“  you cry out , and he complies, snapping his hips into your rougher . His pace is animalistic, he manages to hit your g spot with every thrust making it so much better. The moans leaving your lips are ridiculously obscene, youre pretty sure theyd be in a porn video .

      ” Fuck doll I’m -“

      You groan , not ready for this to be over . You use all your strength to switch your positions so youre on top of him now .

      ” Hold on , Sergeant. “ your steady yourself with your hands on his chest, and begin bouncing on his dick , the new angle making your pussy clench even tighter around him.

      ” holy hell Y/n, I can feel you gripping me so fucking good. C'mon baby .“ his fingers move to your clit , starting to rub it hard . You pick up your pace, crying out from all the sparks your feeling throughout your body . Bucky sits up, his mouth enveloping one of your nipples while he grabs at the other one . 

      He moves off your chest after a few minutes, his arms wrapping around your waist now to press his chest against yours as he starts thrusting up into your heat as you slam down onto him .
      ” C'mon doll, cum all over my cock . I want to feel you-“

      you whimper out his name , your orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. White spots invade your vision, and you hear bucky moan out your name as his orgasm follows . You feeling him slowly thrusting still, pulling you both through your finishes as he shoots ropes of cum into you . The feeling of him finishing in you triggers another smaller orgasm , then your body gives out, crashing against his. You’ve never cam that hard, and it was an earth shattering feeling, one that youre already craving again. 

       You lift yourself off of him, flopping to your back beside him on the bed.

      ” Holy - that was - wow.“ he says , both of you gasping for air .   You turn your head to the side, finding Bucky already looking at you .  Flashes from the other night in his room play in your mind, and you quickly come crashing back into reality  . This was just- it was nothing to him. So its nothing to me then too.

      ” Youre beautiful, you know that?“ Shut up , please shut up . He almost sounds sincere, but that just must be how he gets all the girls

      You send him a smile, afraid to even say anything back to him .  He rolls out of bed & walks to his bathroom, returning with a wet cloth . He gently cleans you up, sending shivers down your spine when the cloth goes over your sensitive clit.   He goes back into his bathroom to drop the dirty cloth into his hamper, when he does you jump out of his bed, grab the first shirt you see and your panties . You quickly cover yourself, and head right for the door . Right as the door opens he stops you ,

      ” why- you’re not staying ?“ his voice was quiet and laced with confusion .  Pull it together , you know what’s about to leave your lips is going to hurt ; but it’ll hurt a lot less now , than it would if you stayed and slept beside him, if you woke up in his arms knowing it was just another night to him . You don’t bother turning around when you reply ,

      ” fuck no.”

      Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

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      Chapter 1: You’re going to wish we’d never been matched // Shawn Mendes

      HERE WE GO. GRAB YOUR POPCORN. SETTLE IN COS WE’RE ABOUT TO START.

      Warning: there is slight violence towards the end so if it makes you uncomfortable just skip the last paragraph (she just gets knocked out so you’re not missing much)


      rECAP: For those last 6 minutes before my timer reached zero, I allowed my self to dream that I had been matched with the perfect guy. Someone who would complete me and know how to make me happy. I had never expected that person to be Shawn Mendes. Resident bad boy who couldn’t care less about anyone else besides himself, let alone a soulmate. Surely they had made a mistake. 


      I knew I only had seconds before I would meet him. My whole stomach felt alive with butterflies and I clutch my shaking fingers tighter around my text books as I walk down the corridor. He’s here. Somewhere in this building, there’s someone perfect for me. I don’t look at the timer, my eyes avoiding the green numbers ticking away and instead look out the glass walls at the tall skyscrapers that surround our modernistic 4 story school.

      There had been too many questions running through my head as I sat in my period 3 Math class. I felt suffocated, Mr Johnston’s monotone voice doing nothing to help the pounding of my heart and my sweating palms. I had asked to go to sickbay, my stomach twisting when I realized I had 6 minutes to go.

      He couldn’t have been someone who went to my school, could he? I had been attending this prestigious school in the middle of the city for my whole educational life. If he went here, I would have met him already.

      I take a risk, checking the numbers that now stare up at me reading 45 seconds. I take a deep breath, doing my best to calm myself before I start hyperventilating. I just needed to distract myself from my toxic thoughts.

      The glass 2 feet ahead of me smashes and I scream, raising my arms to shield my face from the glass flying out at me. A figure clad in black crouches amongst the broken shards, and my eyes widen, flicking to check the time. 9 seconds.

      He rises slowly, his tall frame and muscular build creating an intimidating appearance. He winces, checking his palm and I can’t move, staring as he rips out a shard of glass from his hand. The glass clangs to the ground, droplets of blood dripping off it and I take a sharp intake of breath.

      It catches his attention and that’s when his eyes meet mine. My forearm burns, the prickling feeling intensifying and I drag my gaze off his dark hazel eyes to see my timer fading. Four zero’s stare up at me and the familiar green numbers that I had lived with my whole life disappear until there was nothing but skin.

      I look back up at him. This was my soulmate. I felt like I was going to be sick. Instead I swallow the lump in my throat and straighten my posture. 

      “How’d you even get in here? Its the third floor.” I blurt out before I can think about it. He doesn’t say anything, his alluring eyes pulling me in and I so badly wish he would remove the black cloth covering the rest of his face so I knew what he looked like. He chuckles.

      “’Cos I could.” His words have a slight accent and I drink in every word he says.

      “You go around busting into school’s for a living?” My eyes running over his figure. His dark skinny jeans hugged his long legs and the white symbol on his black hoodie flashed when the sun caught it. It cover’s his upper body and his hair, only a few brown curls peeking out. Other then that all I could see was his brown iris’s.  

      “Always fun to cause a little trouble.” He winks at me, his voice muffled under the cloth. He steps over the glass on the floor and begins to walk down the hallway, away from me.

      “Hey!” I call, rushing to catch up with him, ignoring my conscious telling me it was a bad idea to follow the man who broke into my school. The man who was my match. 

      “What do you want?” he growls at me, turning his head slightly to look at me out of the corner of his eye.

      “We’re soulmates.” I breathe, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

      He snorts, never slowing his pace.

      “So you’re mine, huh?”

      “Don’t you want to get to know me? If we’re going to be spending the rest of our life toget-”

      “And that’s where I’m going to have to stop you.” He cuts me off, stopping to face me. I frown at him, biting my lip as I feel my stomach dip.

      “I don’t want a soulmate. I never have and I never will. I don’t want to get to know you nor do I want to spend the rest of my life with you, okay?” He glares at me and I dig my nails into the palm of my hand to distract myself from crying in front of him. God forbid that to happen.

      “Why not?” I snap, digging into the anger I felt.

      “I don’t have to explain my self to you.” He seems unaffected by my frustration.

      I open my mouth, about to talk when another voice cuts me off.

      “Mendes, you coming? We got some things to break before these snobby douche’s realise we’re in the building.” Another man dressed exactly like my soulmate appears from around the corner.

      “Just sorting out a witness, Jeremy.” My soulmate reply’s, sounding like it was the most tedious thing he’d ever done.

      Jeremy’s gaze locks on me.

      “Well what a pretty thing you are.” He says to me, flashing a pearly smile in my direction.

      I keep my mouth shut, recognizing the symbol, that was in fact just one word, my soulmate was wearing on his jacket. It read libertas, which was Latin for freedom. Also the trademark sign for the rebellion growing on the west side of the city. 

      Their goal was to stop the amount of control the Government Officials had over our lives and most importantly, destroy the soulmate program. They saw it as a useless waste of technology and just another way for the Officials to manipulate the way we live.

      I try to back away from them, fear creeping up my spine.

      “Where do you think you’re going?” Jeremy chuckles, the once almost friendly demeanor gone.

      “None of your goddamn business.” I growl back, my heartbeat racing and my brain screaming at me to shut up.

      “Mendes, take care of her attitude would you? I pity the match who has to deal with her feisty ass.” With that, he saunters off, leaving me alone with my soulmate.

      “You really didn’t know who you were talking to, did you?” ‘Mendes’ asks me, turning his attention back to me.

      “Like I give a damn.” I reply, my temper rising. He moves so fast that I don’t even process what he’s done until my back is against the wall and his hand is around my neck, my books falling to the floor.

      “Don’t test me, princess. You may think you’re all high and mighty now but you have no idea who you’re talking to and what the libertas can do.” His eyes darken and I scratch at his grip to loosen as black dots flash across my vision.

      “I don’t care if you’re my soulmate, next time you speak to Jeremy or myself like that, lets just say you’re going to get what’s coming for you.” I glare at him as he lets his arm fall, my chest heaving as I try to get air into my deprived lungs.

      “Asshole.” I spit, my rage consuming any reasonable part of my body.

      His head snaps to look at me, his eyes curiously analyzing me. He grabs my wrists, slamming them back against the wall and he leans closer until the cloth covering his face brushes my neck. 

      “Just for that comment, I’m going to come back for you, but not for the reason’s you want. You may be deemed as my other half but you sure have plenty of other uses.” His eyes trail down my body, his gaze fixed on my chest. My face is stuck in a permanent scowl.

      “You wouldn’t.” I try my best to sound strong but my voice is raspy after the hold he had on my neck.

      “You don’t know what I’m capable of.” I’m sure that if he wasn’t wearing a mask his lips would have been curled up in a smirk. I fidget in his grip as he presses closer to me, stopping my movements.

      “You’re going to wish we’d never been matched.” he purrs in my ear and I fight against him, trying to free myself.

      “I already do.” I rasp, watching as amusement flickers across his eyes.

      He raises his hand, shoving my head back against the wall hard. It all went dark.

      Originally posted by kdrauhl

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      anonymous asked:

      Special characters pronunciation

      Velkomin(n), vinur minn.
      (Welcome, my friend.)

      As per your request, I will go into some detail about how to pronounce the following special characters in Old Norse: þ, ð, æ, œ, ø, ǫ, and ö

      If there are others that you would like to see discussed, please do not hesitate to let them be known.


      þ (’thorn’) and ð (’eth’)

      Both of these characters represent the English sound ‘th’ (a dental fricative), but ‘þ’ is unvoiced while ‘ð’ is voiced. When saying an ‘ð’, you should feel your vocal cords vibrating. Here are some English examples:

      • Þ, þ: thistle, cloth, thing
      • Ð, ð: bathe, clothe, they

      In Old Norse, ‘þ’ can only appear at the beginning of a word (Þórr, þér, þing, etc.). There are, however, exceptions to this when considering compounds: Bergþórshváli = berg (rock face, geo.) + Þóra (a personal name, an gen. þórs) + hváll (hill). Yet, in this case, the proper name is actually Bergþóra (itself a compound), thus Bergthora’s Hill. Similarly, ‘ð’ never occurs at the beginning of a word, but rather in the middle or the end.

      Here is a video by Dr. Jackson Crawford that may be helpful as well:


      æ (’ash’)

      This special character sounds like the ‘a’ in the English word ‘ash’ (this, of course, can change based on dialects). Here are some other English examples:

      • Æ, æ: ash, nap, trap, clash, cat

      Although some of the English examples above contain a short ‘a’ sound, the vowel ‘æ’ is always long in Old Norse. See the video at the end of this post for an audio example (6:12).


      œ and ø

      These special characters have a bit of a special relationship with one another (as well as with the special characters below).

      ø’ is very much like the sound of ‘e’ in the English word ‘pet’, except with rounded lips. Another way to explain this special character is that it is somewhat a combination of two sounds: ‘e’ and ‘o’. Thus, it is the ‘e’ sound in ‘pet’ with the rounded lips of an ‘o’. This sound should be made towards the front of your mouth. It takes a bit of practice, but you should be able to feel the front ‘pinched’ a bit, and your throat should open up a bit more. See the video at the end of this post for an audio example (6:36).

      • Ø, ø: the ‘e’ in ‘pet’ with the rounded lips of an ‘o

      œ’ is essentially a long version of the ‘ø’ above. In certain manuscripts it is actually written as ‘ǿ’. Like most other accented vowels in Old Norse, this just lengthens the shorter sound. So, with that having been said: œ = ǿ = a long ‘ø’ = e+o. See the video at the end of this post for an audio example (7:45).

      • Œ, œ: ǿ

      ǫ and ö

      ‘ǫ’ is essentially a shorter ‘á’ sound, which we have not discussed here. Nonetheless, it should sound something like this:

      • Ǫ, ǫ: the ‘au’ sound in ‘caught’, but with rounded lips and shorter than the ‘á’ (which is the same sound, but longer).

      This is another difficult sound to get used to, but with practice it can be done. It is very similar to the ‘ø’ above, but instead of being a combination of the sounds ‘e’ and ‘o’, it is a combination of the sounds ‘a’ and ‘o’. Instead of being a front sound, it is more of a back sound (a more open throat and a less closed mouth). See the video at the end of this post for an audio example (8:08).

      By the thirteenth century, ‘ǫ’ had begun to merge with ‘ø’, producing ‘ö’. This sound was also represented by ‘au’, ‘ꜹ’, and even ‘ø’. It is not the same sound as ‘ǫ’, but it is fairly similar. The difference is that ‘ö’ is a front sound, whereas ‘ǫ’ was more of a back sound. 

      • Ö, ö: similar to ‘ǫ’, but more like the ‘u’ in ‘cut’ with rounded lips.

      ‘ö’ is more commonly used for modern Icelandic, but some scholars use ‘ö’ to represent the Old Norse ‘ǫ’ (such as Jesse L. Byock). There is debate around this, but it really depends on the time period of the text being looked at, as well as the orthography associated with it. Dr. Jackson Crawford notes that ‘ǫ’ is the standard for Old Norse. Go to 8:38 of this video for some audio examples from Dr. Jackson Crawford:


      Here is another video by Dr. Jackson Crawford that may be helpful for better understanding these characters and their pronunciations. Go to the timestamps mentioned above for the pronunciation of æ (6:12), ø (6:36), œ (7:45), and ǫ (8:08) in particular.

      [His video has been deleted, it seems. I will revise this post in the near future with updated videos and resources – my apologies for the inconvenience this may cause in the meantime]


      SOURCES:

      As always, here are the sources that I have used (other than Dr. Jackson Crawford’s wonderful YouTube channel) in the making of this post:

      1. Jesse L. Byock, Viking Language 1: Learn Old Norse, Runes, and Icelandic Sagas. (Pacific Palisades, CA: Jules William Press, 2013), 330-331.

      2. Guðvarður Már Gunnlaugsson, “Manuscripts and Paleography,” in A Companion to Old Norse-Icelandic Literature and Culture, edited by Rory McTurk. (Malden, MA: Blackwell Publishing, 2007), 258.


      DISCLAIMER (I am also not much of a linguist, so I may have explained a few characters incorrectly; corrections may be made in the future.)

      The other day we had a call about a party of 21 coming in around 6 pm on one of our less busy weekdays, meaning since it wasn’t a busy day, one of three of our dining rooms wasn’t open. We don’t take reservations, but we figured fine, we’ll let the 21 top sit in that closed off room. Assign them their own server, somewhere for them all to fit comfortably, no problem.

      6 pm rolls around and the party starts rolling in. It’s a young girl’s sports team. By 6:30 pm, that room completely filled up. 21 people should take up no more than 5 tabletops, but in half an hour they had taken up 6 tabletops and the 6 booths along the sides of the same room. Needless to say that was not 21 people, somewhere closer to 45 if it was filling up the whole room.

      And the party was still coming. Come to figure out they had misquoted us on the number of people because they weren’t sure if the girl’s parents were coming?? They thought they might just drop off all the young girls to eat and not have the parents with them?? The quote for 21 people was only based on the number of players in the team. So we had a team of 21 people, and approximately 2 parents for each girl. Coaches, too, it seemed like. So, we were looking at 60+ people, and the capacity of all 3 dining rooms is somewhere around 120ish.

      They actually started getting aggravated when all of them wouldn’t fit in the one room. The entered the restaurant, went back and saw it was full, headed back up to the host stand and demanded the be seating somewhere else immediately before the people who had come in after they walked away. Some of them straight up started seating themselves wherever else they wanted in the restaurant, so when we went to seat other people, we led them to a sat table because we didn’t know people had sat themselves there. Some of them came in and were part of the party, not visibly, but…didn’t tell us?? They said “party of 4” and we’d take them to a table and they said ‘oh, we see our party back there!’ like? Why wouldn’t you say you’re part of the larger party?? It was chaos.

      When people were still coming in and visibly part of the group, we started telling them their party room was full and we’d have to seat them somewhere else ourselves. I actually had one lady say to me, “Well, can’t we just seat ourselves? We want to be close to the room.”

      I said, “Uh, no, the restaurant isn’t open seating and I have to know where you’re going. That’s literally my entire job?” I told her I could try my best to seat them close but at that point there weren’t a lot of open tables anywhere.

      And thankfully she didn’t have an attitude after that but?? How do you so fundamentally misunderstand how a restaurant works?? Yeah just sit whenever you want, I just stand up here to look pretty. Go on, double and triple seat that one server, they won’t mind. Ugh

      And of course, they stayed 3+ hours, composing over half of our restaurant…

      Good evening all! Forgot to upload breakfast this morning and am doing it now because I’ve finally got the chance to! Today I was up at 7, got ready and ate all these corn thins+PB+banana for brekky then taught the brand new grit strength at 8:45-9:15 then quickly got ready and rushed to start work at 10. Worked 10-5 and it was super busy! Boyfriend+friend came and had sushi with me on my lunch break! Then was home just before 6 and have eaten dinner, made lunch for me and my boyfriend for tomorrow and now sitting down to relax! Early start again tomorrow morning to teach and then work all day at lorna!! Wooohoooooooo hope you all had a fab weekend xxxxxxxxx

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      The Perfect Weekday Morning

      Envisioning how my perfect morning would go really motivates me toward achieving it. I really encourage you to spend a quiet moment and plan out how you would want your ideal day to go, piece by piece. Plans provide focus.

       The following is my perfect morning, which is different during the weekdays than the weekends. On the weekends the perfect morning goes along the lines of “Sleep until it’s not morning anymore” hahaha. Just kidding… Sort of. My morning routine is also pretty short. I am a night owl and subsequently a late sleeper, but I have to leave for work by 8am, so I don’t do a lot in the mornings, lol.

      6:45 - wake up; open your window blinds, stretch a little, make your bed and drink some water

      6:50 - quiet time; spend some time without any people, pray or meditate, journal, and take some time to write down or remind yourself of what you want to accomplish in the day

      7:00 - check social media and answer messages; I always do this in the morning because I look at Instagram like my parents read the newspaper

      7:15 - get ready pt.1; splash some water on your face, run a comb through your hair, get dressed

      7:30 - eat breakfast; try to eat a healthy breakfast, include some fruit, make yourself a bowl of oatmeal, whatever it is you like that’s also going to provide the nutritious breakfast your body needs

      7:45 - get ready pt. 2; brush your teeth, apply makeup or anything else that you need, do your hair, boss babe yourself

      7:50 - last minute prep; get your bag ready, put on your shoes, kiss your cat goodbye

      These posts are so difficult to make haha. I really need to take a day and just whip up a bunch of them because I am way too busy on a daily basis to write these as needed.

      Kinky Night (Jaehyun)

      anon said: Smut with Jaehyun please. Jaehyun’s back from performing abroad and he’s brought you a little present, lingerie. you’re more than happy to oblige and give him what he wants but you’ve also bought a few surprises, a pair of handcuffs and blindfolds. your both eager to get it on in an ‘extra special’ way tonight. Feel free to play with any other fetish or kink. maybe ice play, breath control and overstimulation. what can I say I have a wild imagination lol. Peace!~~ 

      author: admin ni ayeee

      word count: 2,834 (i got a little carried away, so not sorry :) )

      genre: kink smut for ya nasties

      a/n: luv ur request marry me (again the “sex” is referring to ya naughty parts lmaooooo)

      Keep reading

      Please fire me. One of my campers in our theater camp said she wanted less than 10 lines because she’s only 7. The part she got cast in gave her 5 lines. “THAT’S NOT ENOUGH LINES!” The tantrum lasted from 12:30 to 2:45. So the next afternoon we gave her a 2nd part with 2 more lines so now she has 7 lines. Then she had a 2nd tantrum that lasted from 1:15 until 3:15 “NOW I HAVE TOO MANY LINES!” When we offered her 6 lines by asking one of the other campers in the cast to take one of her lines, she cried and cried and cried until her dad picked her up. Her dad yelled at me for not catering to requests, even though I had no say in casting and no say in the script our director chose.

      Liar Liar

      Originally posted by olivaveyla

      Hey guys! So, @needing-mendes-kisses has oh so sweetly requested a part two and I decided, why the fuck not? So, here’s a part two to this  and yeah! Feedback is always appreciated x


      Shawn was still getting his ass handed to him for paying the bill, but it was worth it to him. Y/N’s mother had taken an instant liking to him as soon as they began dating and Shawn was beyond glad. That made him, almost 100% sure of the answer he’d get from her when he went to visit her today. The smirk on her face when she opened the door made him realize just how much of a splitting image Y/N was to her mother.

      “Hi Shawn! What’s the occasion?” She asks as soon as he walks through the unlocked door and enters the kitchen.

      “Uh, came to ask you something.” He stutters, sweaty palms rubbing against his jeans.
      “Whatever it is, the answer’s yes.” Just like Y/N. Not caring, just answering so she stops being responsible for things. Then again, as long as it was Shawn, no one ever really second guessed him.
      “It’s a pretty important thing though, for you to, you know, just say yes to.” His throat feels like someone’s dumped a bag of sand straight into his mouth and a cough swims out his mouth, turning her attention to him.

      “Okay,” She hums, resting her arms on the counter, a sandwich in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “fire away, kid”
      “I wanna marry Y/N.” Bits of white bread and ham come flying out as she struggles to wash down the parts of her sandwich still left in her mouth. “Really?!”
      “Yes, really.” Shawn sighs, folding his hands in front of his mouth, his lips tucked between his teeth, half out of untameable nerves, half out of habit. “I wanted to ask her father one day, but her mother is just as good . If not, better.”

      “Jesus fuck, I thought you’d never ask! I’ve been WAITING for the day I—” A tear slips down her cheek and Shawn’s quick to hug her, a smile itching to spread onto his face. Her tears finally settle down a couple of minutes later, leaving hiccups in their wake as she releases Shawn from her grip.

      “Yes, you have my blessing, permission, say so, whatever the hell you need! I just have one condition.” Her voice drops an octave or two and he begins to break into a bit of a nervous sweat.
      “Don’t make me regret ever giving you permission, Shawn. Trust takes years to earn and seconds to break. Remember that.”
      “You have my word. If I hurt her, you have every right to beat me with a household object, fuck up my car. Anything, all of it.” He assures her, causing her to welcome him into her embrace. “I’m glad you’re officially a part of the family. I thought I’d have to put her into speed dating if it wasn’t you.”


      After rushing out of Y/N’s childhood home to beat the closing time of the jewelers’ for the ring he’s had on hold for the last 6 months, Shawn was finally home, jittery all over in every room of the little 2 bedroom townhouse. He couldn’t contain himself. He was about to propose to the love of his life in less than 45 minutes in the most nonchalant fashion ever. His excitement had to come out somewhere. He went to fiddle with a few chords on his guitar while he waited for her to come home.

      When she finally finished her volunteer time at the pet adoption center, Y/N was about ready to die. She loved the furry and not-so-furry friends at the center, but right now? She smelled like dog shampoo and fish food and she was running on 4 hours of sleep. Shawn stayed late at the studio last night, leaving her to fight for sleep. She needed the rest and when she came home to find pizzas in the kitchen and a shirtless Shawn in gray sweats scavenging for plates, she knew it was going to be a relaxing night.

      They laid staring at the TV, a box of pizza between them and the lamp on Shawn’s side of the bed dimmed. In this moment he knew it, half way through a rerun of Friends and a slice of pizza in his lap, he wanted to pop the question.

      “Hey Y/N?” Shawn called, clearing his throat. His pizza was on the bedside table, now long forgotten.
      “Yeah babe?” She replied, finally tearing her eyes off the screen. The stringy mozzarella cheese was hanging from her lip as her hands moved around the bed to find the remote. 
      “Can you look in that drawer on your side and see if my guitar pick is in there? Couldn’t find it earlier” He says, her hands already reaching for the knob on the drawer.

      Y/N finally sets her pizza down, glancing over in the empty space and her heart damn near stops. He’s gotta be fucking joking.”Shawn..” 
      “Yeah?” He whispers, sitting up off the headboard.
      “W-what’s this?” She implores, her voice already wavering.
      “Open it and se—“
      “Already one step ahead.” Her response is quick but soft, almost nonexistent.
      “So, I couldn’t think of some clever, over the top way to wow you with a proposal. All I could think about was asking you to spend the rest of your life with me.” Shawn confesses, sliding up next to her.

      She looks up at him for the first time in around the last hour and they looked identical. Half-dressed, greasy-lipped losers with tears of joy in their eyes.

       “I’ve been scared shitless for the last two hours trying to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to propose and what to say, how to sit, how to fucking breathe, but— Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me before I shit a brick out of fear?” The words come out in a barely understandable fashion with all his nerves jumping off the walls.

      “if I say yes, will you stop holding your damn breath? Jesus!” Y/N laughs, already slipping the ring on her finger.
      “Yes, promise.”
      “Then I’m all yours.” Of course they sealed it with a kiss. Oily, cheese flavored lips.
      “i’m so happy you said yes, I thought I was gonna have to have an awkward run in with the jeweler at the store. He’s been ready to kick my ass for months.” Shawn joked, earning a slap on the chest from Y/N. 

      Exercise and exams

      I didn’t really get how important exercise is during exam time until this year. Like, I knew, but I didn’t know.

      I used to go on 10 minute walks in the middle of an 8 hour study day and wonder why it didn’t do anything to help. Then I remembered something my dance teacher loves to say: If you can talk right now, you’re not improving.

      Now, this statement might be a little much for a study walk (she was talking about competitive dance so the bar was a little higher). But it made me realise that a 10 minute casual stroll wasn’t going to do anything much to my physiology. I’m quite fit, so that wasn’t altering my heart or respiratory rate much at all.

      This year, I’ve been making sure there’s time in my day to go for a walk that’s 45-60 minutes long. I would have balked at that much time just 6 months ago, but here’s the thing: if I walk quickly, for that long, around the prettiest streets I can find, I come back feeling ready to work. I get home breathing deeply and evenly, with a slightly elevated heart rate from the hill that makes up the last 5 minutes of my walk, and glowing with just a little sweat. And then I can sit down and get shit done. It doesn’t matter how unenthusiastic I was feeling before I left, I go for that walk and come back feeling like I can achieve anything with the rest of my day.

      (And a kick-ass playlist doesn’t hurt either… my current song for crushing it is “I Did Something Bad” from Taylor Swift’s new album)