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vernon; get lost in the rhythm of me

Originally posted by visual-17

Summary: She had less than a month to finish a project she should’ve finished ages ago, and on a whim decides to interview the campus radio show. Little did she know she’d get locked into the Thursday Night Lockdown with a certain campus cutie. Wow I’m sorry I suck at summaries please send help.

Characters: fratboy!Vernon/Original Female + various

Genre: Fluffity fluff (and if you count student stress a lil wittle angst)

Word Count: 5896

01 | 02(?) | 03 (m)(?)

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Part 2: This was not the plan

Authors Note: This was not the plan will become a series, thanks for the positive feedback! Let me know if you would like to be tagged.

Summary: Everything was perfect at least she thought so until Dean presented the reader with divorce papers. That was just the beginning of a complicated life for the reader.

“No…No this can’t be…” You frantically look at the test results. “But..ho-..why?” You couldn’t help but let a couple of tears fall.

The question wasn’t how because well the memories of that event were fresh in your mind. That was the night where you thought you had makeup sex but you were so wrong. It wasn’t makeup sex but more like a goodbye. At least that’s what Dean told you when you brought it up during a fight. You thought that there wasn’t going to be any more fighting but that didn’t stop the following shouts and curses the next day. The following days continued to be hell, nothing changed and before you knew it there were divorced papers given to you.

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If you have a pet undergoing a surgical procedure please have your phone on you and answer if it rings. If you are waiting for lab results ensure you gave the vet working numbers, that your voicemail box isn’t full, and call us back. The number of life threatening lab results or surgical finds I am unable to discuss with owners is alarming. This morning I saw a cat that I diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma 3 months ago. I called daily for about a week and could never get in touch with anyone. We had to put her to sleep today because the cancer had gotten worse.

I found a splenic tumor in a dog during an exploratory once and called the owner while in surgery. They never answered. I left the spleen in and closed up. Finally, hours later the owner called back and told me to remove the spleen. Unfortunately it was too late and we would have to put him under for another surgery which the owner couldn’t afford. Frustrating.

Hey! 🙋🏻 A little over two years ago I started selling off everything I owned so I could travel easily with one bag. Then I left the States intending to travel internationally full-time. I found myself in Scotland, met my boyfriend Kuba 😘, travelled around Europe on my own for 6 months, popped over to Thailand for 3 weeks, and now I’m back in Scotland until June. ✈️🇪🇸 My life has completely changed for the better since I started my journey into minimalism two years ago. I used to have closets full of clothes but now my wardrobe is simple. It includes 30 items! Everything you see here. 🎒😛 I posted a video summary of my wardrobe on my YouTube channel as well: https://youtu.be/WQp52X06Dus . How do you feel about your wardrobe? Do you want to downsize? Why or why not? 🤔 And thanks to Kuba for taking this photo! 😍

Issues- Part Seven

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.


Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count- 2,392

Please read previous parts-HERE


Part Seven

So turns out I would of been better having anyone but Joey show me around. I couldn’t call him fat Joey. It just seemed fucking rude.

If he wasn’t shoving any kind of food he could get his hands on into his mouth he was pretty much falling asleep standing up. To be honest I was pretty shocked the Negan let him get away with it. He must trust him.

Pretty much everyone else worked their arses off. You’d be a fool not to see it.

I wish Negan would let me contribute.

Work here.

Do something useful.

The fact that he said he would think about it was something but I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would say yes. Lower those expectations.

Having enough of my time with Joey I suggested we should head back. Apparently this was ‘a great idea cause man I’m tired’…. Yeah.

A sound I had not heard for years caught me of guard. Heels?

Confused I looked up as a tall, skinny brunette in a tight black dress came around the corner. Woah.

Why would she be… and then it hit me she was one of Negans wives. Wasn’t she?

He made them dress up like that? Fucking hell.

The expression on her face was a mix of nervousness and basic bitch face.

You know like those girls in school that walk the halls thinking they are better than everyone else when in fact they’re just scared that one day they will fall to the bottom from this imaginary pedestal they had placed themselves on.

Totally not bitter that you were a bit of a loner in high school.

Well being a sheriffs daughter will do that to a reputation plus everything with Mum. No one wanted anything to do with me really then. Fuck.

Joey eyed me as we took the corner the brunette had come from. 

Why did he make them wear that? 

Is that what he was into?

I couldn’t wear that. Not now. I mean its the fucking apocalypse!

“What’s your deal anyway” Joeys voice made me jump a little bit as I had been in my own head a little too much thinking about him.

“Sorry?” I asked confused.

“With Negan” Where would I even start with that?

“What do you mean?”

“Its weird” he said as he pulled a mint from his shirt pocket, blew on it and popped it in his mouth. How long had that even been there? Gross

“Right cause your not one of them” he gestured to the girl who passed. So I was right then, she was one of his wives “and you get extra benefits, just like the boss himself which is not the norm around here, like ever” he awkwardly laughed.

“I don’t know how to answer that” I told him “Maybe you should ask Negan” I’d love to a fly on the wall for that conversation for sure.

He choked on his mint as he laughed “Fuck off I would rather keep my head intact” thank god he recovered because the thought of having to perform cpr was not something I wanted to be doing.

“He treats you differently” He said once he finally recovered “did you know him before?”

“The zombies?”

“Yeah” he nodded his head.

“No I first met him like a week ago? Something like that” feels like months.


I couldn’t help but agree.

How had so much happened in only that amount of time? Its the apocalypse life changes in a split second.

We crossed the cafeteria in silence as people around us shouted and ate. Was this room always so loud?

I could feel everyones eyes on me again but it didn’t feel as bad as yesterday. 

Maybe I was getting used to it? 

Did I want too? 

Not really, I’d rather they just stopped. That would be nice.

“They talk about you” he finally spoke as the door flung shut behind us, shutting out the sounds of the cafeteria.

“The wives?”


“Oh” Why?

“Since you got here, actually maybe a few days before that he hasn’t seen them, thats pretty unusual” he was looking out of the corner of his eyes at me as I processed the information “Normally a couple of times a day. At least” god.

“So they hate me?” I felt a little panicked. Should I be worried they were going to come after me because he wasn’t paying them the attention like he apparently normally did?

“Fuck no, I mean maybe one who’s a bit of a nutcase when it comes to Negan, Like one time she actually had a meltdown cause she didn’t think he thought she was as sexy as the others, but the others have been relieved I think”

Why would they be relieved? So they didn’t want to be his wives? I don’t understand.

“I’ve never known him spend all night with them, I mean I guess it might of happened but I normally stay outside of his room all night, until recently”

“And now your watching my door?” I guess now I get why he’s so tired. Poor guy. Now I felt kind of bad for thinking he was lazy when in reality he has been up all night. Damn.

“Yep” he bit down on the mint. God he is going to break his teeth. And now I sound like a Mum. Fuck. I wonder if Negan had a dentist here? He had enough people the chances were high I guess.

“Does he come in my room every night?” I knew he did but it would be nice if someone confirmed it without me having to ask him.

“Yep, normally for like an hour or so, apart from last night” he gave me a knowing look. He probably thought you’d had sex with him. I mean if we hadn’t been interrupted it probably, defiantly, would of happened. God I wish it had.

“I’m not going to be one of them” I told him. Because I wasn’t, right? Right.

Truth be told the entire time we have been walking around the compound that man, with his sexy fucking lop-sided smile has been playing on a loop in my head.

Joey opened a door that lead us back outside. The only thing out here was five motorbikes parked to the side. 

The air smelt like the dead. Likely from the live security wall or whatever it was called.

“Oh damn it” Joey muttered and bent down to tie his loose shoe lace that had come untied when a commotion at a door over the court yard took me by surprise.


Oh my god.

What is he doing?

Y/n” he said looking at me shocked. What is he doing? Oh my god has he escaped? Fuck Negan is going to kill him

“What the fuck Daryl?” I stepped backward “What are you doing here?”

“Errrrrrrr” Joey slowly stoop up looking between the two of us. What was he going to do?

Before anyone could say another word Daryl stormed over and with a metal pipe, I hadn’t even realised he had been holding.Raising his fist he went to smack Joey on the head.

“No!” I jumped in front of him, almost a second too late. The bar smashed the side of my face as Daryl tried to stop his arm moving once he realised I was now in the firing line of it.

My face instantly began to throb. Fuck me.

“Oh fuck Daryl!” That was going to leave one hell of a bruise!

“Im sorry, I’m sorry” he tried to touch me but I backed away from him.

“What are you doing? You need to back to your room before Negan knows you’re out” I touched my face and saw blood on my hand. Oh fucking hell.

“What?” He looked at me confused “Didn’t you put this under my door?” He gave me a piece of paper and a key.

“No, I’ve been with him all morning” I pointed at Joey who was just starring wide eyed. Who had given him that?

Daryl you need to get back to…”

“What happened to you y/n?” Jesus’s voice made me jump. Fucking hell.

“What are you doing here?”  Had he let Daryl out? How would he of gotten the key?

Holy shit.

Daryl looked at me with that same shocked expression.

“Come on” he tried to grab my hand “We gotta be quick”

“No, I can’t” I shook my head. He had saved my life before but this time I had chosen to be here. The only thing I could do was cover for him. Can you? Fuck!  “You have to go Daryl”

“Y/n” he begged. His voice almost made me cave and go but how could I leave here. How could I leave Negan?

“Daryl please let me be” I shook his hand off my arm.

“Why are you even here y/n?” He asked with a small amount of anger.

Daryl” Jesus spoke obviously wanting to get out of here as soon as he could “We have to go”


“Just go back to your room Daryl” Please.

What do I do? 

I didn’t want someone to think I had let him out. I am pretty sure that was a mighty big no no in Negans rules. 

“We can go home” But this is my home now?

“Go back to your room Daryl, don’t make me say it again, please

“I’d listen to my girl, she’s real fucking smart”

At that all of us turned around to see Negan standing with Lucille over his shoulder. I stopped breathing.

Men began pouring out from the door behind him.

Well this isn’t going to be good. Is it?

“Your girl?” Jesus bravely repeated. Fuck.

I couldn’t look at either of them.

The piece of paper and key Daryl gave me I quickly shoved into my jeans. 

Hoping that Negan hadn’t heard that part of the conversation. Who had given that too him?

“Joey, take y/n to her room” his eyes were on Daryl, like a laser. Not moving. He looked so angry and it scared me.

“Negan..” I needed him to be calmer.

“Don’t make me say it again y/n” he faced me, finally seeing what had happened to my face.

“Did you do that?” He looked at Daryl who suddenly went silent and looked like he was shaking “Damn baby

I noticed that his men had cornered Jesus and Daryl into the court yard now. There was no way of them escaping.


“Joey take her to see Doctor Carson”

Joey pulled me back wards by my shirt as Negan stepped towards my friends, ex-friends. God I don’t even know anymore. I guess now I’m technically the enemy.

Please Negan” he turned to look at me again. Anger was pouring off him and in a wrong, wrong way it was kind of turning me on. Now is not the time for that y/n.

“Go baby, you need to get that looked at you” he came close to me again, running his ungloved finger down my jaw “You might need stitches” and then he bent his head and knew what he was going to do the moment before he did it. He pressed his lips against mine softly.

In front of his men. 

In front of Daryl and Jesus. God what were they going to think of me now? 

“I’ll see you tonight y/n, go

I knew it was pointless saying anything else. 

Dropping my head I let Joey lead me over to the door Daryl had come through.

Negans voice was booming in pure anger. As the door slammed shut behind me I sagged to the floor as voices started shouting.

“Y/n” Joey said but I wasn’t moving.

I heard it.

That sound was unmistakable.

He just hit someone with his bat.

Someone just died.


That night when he came to my room I pretended to be asleep.

“Y/n I know you’re awake” My face was throbbing but I tried not to move. 

Negan was right I ended up having to have three stitches in my face and good god was it fucking hurting right now.

Maybe If I just stay silent he will go away and leave me alone.

“Y/n” his hand nudged my shoulder.

“Go away” I mumbled covering my head with the bed sheet.

“Ex-fucking-cuse you” he sounded offended.

“I’m not talking to you right now” I sounded like a grumpy teenager again.

Him laughing at what I had said made me angry.

Suddenly sitting up I bit out “And whats so fucking funny Negan?”

“Watch how you speak to me” he said with authority.

Staying silent I just stared at him in the dark.

“And why exactly are you not talking to me

I was silent for a minute “You killed him”


Crossing my arms over my chest I could feel tears begin to form in my eyes. You will not cry. Not in front of him. Please don’t cry.

“He’s not dead” he said taking off his black leather jacket “Your precious friend Daryl”

He’s alive? My heart began to race.

“Don’t lie to me”

“I swear on my fucking life doll”

“But I heard….” Oh god was it Jesus?

“You heard what?”

“The bat hit….”

“A walker came in following that Jesus guy who broke in, idiot left a hole in the fence and they just walked on in like they owned the fucking place” He did what?

“What did you do to them then?” God I hope Daryl is ok.

“I’m not going to lie to yah sweetheart I roughed him up a bit, my men roughed him up a bit but he will live” oh thank god. I swallowed and shut my eyes.

“And Jesus?”

“Is on his way back to the hilltop” He let him go?

“You just let him go?”


“So he got roughed up too?”

“Can I stay?” He asked ignoring my question. I’ll take that as a yes.

Nodding my head I moved the blankets over for him to join me.

This time he removed his boots along with his jeans before getting into bed.

Wrapping his arm around me he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.

“I didn’t kill him for you”

And just like that my heart fluttered.


Sorry this wasn’t out sooner but it took me longer to get it perfect and I dint want to post something that wasn’t right. Let me know what you think <3 xxxxx

Next chapter things are about to become a little (lot) steamy ;)

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Sparks Chapter 5

Originally posted by gliceria

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team

Word Count: 3.6K 

Summary: y/n goes clubbing with the girls and after viewing her snapchat story Bucky spots Hydra agents lurking. Bucky goes to y/n’s apartment to warn her. He brings her back to the tower and she spends the night at his apartment. They casually share a bed and Bucky has a night terror episode which he is embarrassed/ashamed about. y/n on the other hand isn’t scared or disgusted by her friends night terror. Their friendship gets stronger and Bucky starts to face new feelings about y/n.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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I've started a mini revolution at work...

So I work as a lab tech and in this domain overtime is a norm. Ever since I’ve started working, every person I’ve worked with, including me, works a minimum of 40h/week and often more. The main problem is that we’re understaffed and our bosses are begging us to work more because they “cant afford to hire more people” and that we need to “think of the patients”. We all have to fill in a sheet with our availability outside of our normal work hours and they call us when needed (pretty often). A few months ago I changed department and I thought to myself “you know what? fuck it” my new job is part time, but i could easily still work 40+hours/week; but I filled my sheet upon hiring and didn’t write any availabilities outside of my regular 25 hours. my new boss wasn’t very happy, but our union states that we CAN do that if we want, its just that pretty much everyone doesnt. my coworkers wern’t happy cuz they’ll have to cover more work hours. the thing is, i kept telling my coworkers to do the same thing; we have a job that pays well enough that you can live off part time. since i started working there about 3 months ago, around 10 other techs only work their 25h and refuse to work any overtime. our boss just hired 2 new techs and a bunch of techs are not overworked anymore; they keep telling me how their life suddenly umproved so much and they feel so much better. its not about not having enough budget. it never is.

“With a beard or without, with breasts or without, in flannel or in skirts, I am female and I will never let anything or anyone try and take that away from me again.”

Submission by @questiontransition

28 years old, Maine

When I was little, I did all the gender expected things that little girls are “supposed” to do like wear dresses and try on my mom’s make up, but I was also really active and climbed trees, played with my brothers in the mud, and played soccer. I was always wanting to pretend to be the boy when I would play with my friends, and I eventually fell out of my love of feminine things to instead embrace everything more masculine. I liked how the girls around me would accept it when I was pretending to be a boy and I felt like that made me feel more real.

When I was in middle school, I realized I was attracted to my female friends the way my male friends were attracted to them, and I started to feel really out of place. I hit puberty and I hated the way my body changed, I despised my period as any sane girl would. I had cut my waist length hair up to my ears and it didn’t take very long to start getting homophobic slurs thrown my way and people avoiding being my friend. While I found a girlfriend in high school who loved me for who I was, she was only just starting to settle into her sexuality and so she was shy about public affection or really being proud of telling people we were together.

I felt very isolated and I had started to really experience what I would later know was dysphoria, especially the larger my breasts grew and the more men started to give me attention. I was 15 when I had to do a research paper for my AP Psychology class based on any topic I wanted. I had wanted to do something related to the LGBT community and it was then that I decided to do research on the T part of that acronym and really try and figure out what it was about. As I looked up information on Gender Identity Disorder, as it was then called, and read personal stories, I started to see myself in more of them. Maybe not the knowledge of from birth, but certainly the desire to be a man, the discomfort in my gender role, the hatred of my female body. I was certain this was who I was.

I’ve been in therapy since I was a kid due to childhood abuse from my father and a traumatic divorce between my parents, so I started to discuss these thoughts with my therapist. Even over a decade ago, she was ready to tell me that I absolutely was trans from everything that I was telling her, and that the childhood wishes didn't really have to be a part of it - my current clear body dysphoria coupled with my constant desires to be a man were solid enough for her. As I was just a kid and I did not want to come out about it to my parents, I didn’t pursue any adolescent transition. My girlfriend and close friends were the only ones I came out to and I started to use he/him pronouns to see how it felt.

I was 19 when I moved away from my home in the mid atlantic to New England. Being so far away from home, I started to change my pronouns with people I introduced myself with, and started to introduce myself by a masculine name. I hadn’t taken hormones, but trans awareness was starting to slowly come into the public, so people were understanding. I ordered a binder and a packer. I tried to deepen my voice. I watched YouTube videos and read advice blogs telling me to study other guys, to talk with a deeper voice, to walk like a guy, to take up more space, to change the inflection of my words, to be more aggressive, to play more sports and stop doing all the “girly shit” I was more fond of like sewing and baking. I came out to my family - my mother didn’t care, my father was expectedly an asshole, but my aunt said something that would always stick with me; “Oh, I knew you had to be trans - you never liked make up or gossip or any of the stuff normal girls like. I knew you had to be a boy.”

By the time I reached my early 20s, I had decided I wanted to pursue transition. Through help from the Tumblr trans community, I found a doctor who only needed inform consent rather than multiple letters from therapists because I thought easier meant they were more accepting, that there was less “gatekeeping.” I got on hormones within a month of my 25th birthday. Two years later, I was able to get chest surgery. I changed my name. I changed my gender marker. I had thousands of followers watching my transition, pushing me along the way, congratulating every “brave” step I took, telling me how incredible I was, how handsome I was, how perfect I was. Sure I got the occasional hatred from bigoted jerks looking to get a rise out of me, but I was seen as a hero to so many more.

My girlfriend from high school ended up becoming my wife, we decided to start a family. It was around that time that I had started to really question what it meant to be a man or a woman. I couldn’t get her pregnant because I didn’t have the right reproductive organs - if I was a man, that should have been something I could do. My dysphoria worsened and I started to feel depressed. I had no one in the lesbian community to talk about our pregnancy journey with, no same sex couples to really connect to, and opposite sex couples wouldn’t have understood my needs. I started to realize that my sense of self was not actually that of a man, that I would never be a straight man, and my brain couldn’t wrap around it because of years of exposure to the constant rhetoric that trans men are men, men don’t all have penises, men are men if they feel it. 

The idea of trans without dysphoria had led me to the “truscum” community, which eventually led me to the radfem and gender critical communities. I had been taught to despise these people by the trans community on and off Tumblr, but I had started to see how many opinions we had that overlapped, and the concerns of gender I’d had since my wife got pregnant actually addressed. These ideas were so much more real, so much more factually backed, and not relying on feelings or senses of self. I started to realize my desire to be a man may have been my fear of being a butch lesbian, that internalized misogyny and homophobia could have been the cause for all of the feelings I’d had.

It’s only been a few months in which I’ve finally really accepted the idea of detransitioning. I stopped taking T about 3 weeks ago, my wife and I have had long talks about the idea of my socially detransitioning as well as medically. What it might mean, how it might effect us, what her parents will say, what my parents will say, how our friends will react. My mother knows and is fully supportive. I haven’t told most of my friends, too afraid of how they might react right now. I’m easing my way in, wetting my feet, trying to slowly remind myself what being a woman really means and trying not to regret the steps I took to survive in a time when I didn’t know any better. 

With a beard or without, with breasts or without, in flannel or in skirts, I am female and I will never let anything or anyone try and take that away from me again.

Accidental Hiatus

Hi Guys,

So I was completely inactive on simblr since beggining of February.. I did not plan a hiatus but.. my employer demanded I use my 12 days of holiday backlog from last year till the end of March.. So I spontaneusly went on a trip to Madeira island.. I had to plan this last minute and go. I was terrified because it was my first travel ALONE. So I forgot about tumblr.. Then I bought a new phone, to take better selfies with selfie stick, as I went on vacation alone.. and I forgot my tumblr password, hence I could not use it on my new phone until I found enough patience to go through a password reset, which was around a week ago.. I started to slowly catch up with you, my Lovelies, but it will take time after two months of complete absence.. To add to that, three weeks after the Madeira trip, in March, I went to Ireland to visit my Mom and to have another adventure at the Cliffs of Moher.. 

Right now I think I can finally come back here, I always miss this place and you! <3 So hopefully I will get back to posting soon :) xoxo

Fyi: Travelling alone is awesome! :)

A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8  Ch. 9

Rating: M (for future smut)

Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Tags: Jumin x MC, Zen x MC, angst, mystic messenger 

Authors Note: The smut is coming! Sorry it took me forever Rogue one and sleep deprivation take its toll. I struggled with the beginning of this chapter so I broke it into two! 

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Post Op Top Surgery Long Term Chest Care Tips

Hey followers out there, I wanted to make a post about top surgery long term chest care tips since I am now almost 20 weeks post op my double incision with nipple graft procedure. Also because there aren’t many posts about chest care tips specifically for brown/south asian/desi Queer & Trans* folks and as I have brown skin, Keloids happen and I wanted to talk about that here and just talk about what I have been doing that works for me to take care of my chest. Everyone is different so whatever works best for you and if you have more tips, would love to hear them. These are the things that have just been working for my body.

Vitamin E Cream

I have been putting vitamin E cream 2-3 times  day on my scars and nipples since I was 3-4 weeks post surgery; it really helps with longterm healing of the scars and also over time lessens redness. My nipples have some redness and my right side is more tender so the vitamin E cream also helps sooth some of that soreness

Manuka Honey and Manuka Lozenges
Manuka honey is an organic form of honey that you can find at health food stores and stores that sell natural products. Manuka honey has been used by Indigenous communities for healing. It is also anti bacterial and is a great anti-inflammatory and also has the power to repair scar tissue. I use the honey to rub on my scars. Honey can definitely get sticky so I usually apply it to my scars when I can be at home without a tshirt on so it doesn’t stick to my clothes. I also got pure Manuka honey lozenges that I have been having orally; this has made such a difference for me and my swelling for my chest it has been a real help.  It is a tad more on the expensive side because it is organic and natural, but if you are able to have access to it I feel like in the long term is worth it. Or if folks are able to buy you post op care supplies asking them to get this would be superhelpful

Scar Cream
I have been using the scar cream in the upper left corner since the end of May. I have been applying it twice a day and reduced it to once a day about 2 months ago so that I could use the vitamin E as well as the Manuka Honey. It has really been helping with healing and redness. This is the cream I got from the clinic I went to

I used polysporin for my second week post op. I had to keep the compression vest on without removing it for a week and then in my second week, I would remove my compression vest and gauze pad, remove the little square gauze pieces, one on top of each nipple and apply dabs of polysporin onto the gauze pads, put them on my nipple, wrap myself in the pillow like gauze pad and then put my compression vest on. The polysporin really helped heal my nipples fast and made them much less scabby.

Rubbing Scars
Since my one and a half month post op, I have been taking the time to rub my scars - I put the vitamin e cream on and rub them as much as I can which helps them, I have noticed over time appear less red

Arnica Pellets
Arnica pellets ($4-$7 from a health foods store) help reduce pain, swelling and bruising. They are little pellets that literally melt under your tongue. I started taking Arnica 1 week pre op 3 times a day until I was 3 weeks post op. I feel like it truly made such a huge difference with my healing. Helped make my chest feel holistically less painful.  

I iced my chest a lot. I had really dark purple bruising around my armpit because of how tight the compression vest was especially during my first week post op. I would put ice near my armpit areas, mostly to numb the pain of the bruising - 15 minutes on and off with ice on both sides. I continued to ice up until 3 months post op and still ice once in awhile to help the tenderness

Heating Pad

I really struggled with healing because I am a committed stomach sleeper. Because I was having a lot of back pain, I would often take naps with the heating pad behind my back to help temporary relieve the pain of sleeping on my back for so long

Prescribed Pain Meds (Tylenol 3s)

If you are prescribed pain meds to get right before surgery to have after I recommend taking them. Even if you don’t feel the pain right away. I didn’t feel in pain right away, but felt the pain a few hours later and wish I had taken them right away so I didn’t feel the pain as severely. For me, I was experiencing more pain in my second and third weeks of being post op and the T3s really helped me with sleeping as the pain was making me super uncomfortable and sleeping was a real struggle


Pillows make a world of difference during recovery. Have lots, and if you are able to make or purchase a nursing pillow I would totally recommend that as these pillows would really help with your back and propping yourself up, as well as resting your arms.


Really helped me with sleep. It helps regulate sleep patterns and sleep cycles and is a naturally occurring hormone. It makes you feel more sleepy. I felt groggy when I would wake up in the morning but it really helped me with getting a good sleep in my third week post op.


One of the things that happened for me if that I felt super sore around my under armpit area and tense around my shoulder area because I had to rest my arms for a few weeks. So a nurse gave me some small arm stretches to do at home to help ease my arms up back into mobility. One of the stretches was standing in front of a wall, reaching my arm out and slowly with my fingers going a bit higher on the wall each day. I went with my own pace and did this stretch for quite awhile

Having a Supportive Care team

If you are able to, have anywhere from 1-5 people looking out for you and helping take care of you. Anyone you can really trust and who can be really supportive for you in your recovery process. I needed help with a lot of things - from putting my seatbelt on in the car, to carrying grocery bags, to making meals - it really helped me to have chosen fam around who I could really trust and who were able to support me in my process through all of my grumpy moments, haha, I watched tonnes of shows while healing and that really helped take my mind off of my pain.

If you have any questions you want to ask or just want to talk about top surgery, just fire me a message & I hope this helped a bit=)


May the Fourth be with you! This is my gift fic for @baenakinskywalker who gave me the prompt ‘nude model + art student au’ for the the @therebelcaptainnetwork May 4th gift exchange. Happy Star Wars Day to you my friend, I hope you like your gift! A massive thank you as well to @rapidashpatronus who beta’d this and provided excellent advice and support, it wouldn’t have been written without her, gracias amiga!

Summary: Sfumato (n): the technique of allowing tones and colours to shade gradually into one another, producing softened outlines or hazy forms. Or, Jyn and Cassian go undercover.

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anonymous asked:

So I know it is an oft covered topic on this website, but dad-to-be Harry warms my charred, blackened soul (I blame my next level maternal instincts). When the inspiration strikes you, can I request a blurb on this? Smutty, fluffy, both, neither. At any stage. Please and thank you. ❤ (And even if you aren't ready to write it right away, would please just post that you got this so I know tumblr didn't eat it? Again, thank you.)

Alrighty, I think this warms my soul too, even though I think I might’ve made myself depressed. Hope you enjoy.

We’re Gonna Have A Baby

I told him yesterday. You should have seen the look on his face. If I’d been smart, I would have had my phone with me to take a picture.

I’d taken the first test a almost a week ago. I’d thought I was pregnant. In fact, I kinda even knew I was. We hadn’t been using protection for a couple months, deciding we could start trying, but not really trying - if that made any sense. My period due date had come and gone. So when I sat on the toilet that morning and peed on the stick, I should have been prepared. However, when I first saw the little plus sign, I sat in shock, blinking over and over in case my eyes were deceiving me.

So yesterday morning I decided to take another test, just to be sure. I’d decided not to tell Harry yet just in case it turned out to be a fluke. The disappointment he was bound to feel was not something I was willing to bear. His light-heartedness about the whole thing was just a facade, I knew. He wanted kids. Badly.

He kissed me before he rolled out of bed, announcing that he was going to start breakfast. Once he was out of the room, I hurried to the toilet and unwrapped the second pregnancy test. I waited just a minute or two before checking the results, even thought I knew it didn’t even take that long. I just wanted a moment longer to consider it.

This time, I wasn’t scared. I promised myself that whatever the result was, I would be happy. Because I was happy. I had Harry. He loved me and I loved him. That was all I could ask for. If I was pregnant, I knew he would be ecstatic. We would have the most loved baby there ever was. But if I wasn’t, that was okay too. We would just keep trying.

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frenchtherainbow  asked:

No but you can tell us about it

Mmkay so a couple months ago my friend bought this guy over to our house and he’d been building him up for several weeks because from what he could tell he was relatively normal (whenever he dates anyone they literally always turn out to be the most raging asshole ever somehow) but then he comes over and is like “oh yeah I actually have a sixth sense and can tell when there are spirits in the house” or something and I’m like.. okay buddy.. and he walks around the house and then goes into the empty bedroom and starts doing all this “IF THERE IS ANYONE HERE PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN” and it was Wild but we didn’t think anything of it. 

ANYWAY after this happened we kept hearing random noises in the kitchen and would just be like “haha maybe your booty call woke up a demon in the house” but it was mainly a joke because kitchens make weird noises all the time BUT THEN one night I’m sitting in bed minding my own gay business at like 3am knowing full well that my friend is asleep in his downstairs bedroom and that my other roommate is out for the night and suddenly someone starts fuckin pounding on my bedroom door (which was locked) like to the point where I could actually see it shaking as they hit it. So I thought maybe it was my friend being an idiot and just shouted “what the fuck do you want?” but nobody replied it just went silent so I opened the door and there was nobody there and all the lights downstairs were still off, and there was no way my friend would have been able to get back down those stairs that fast without me hearing him?? So yeah that’s the story of the time I accidentally sassed a demon. 

STUDY TIPS: how to get A’s

Hey everyone! What’s up? (still have no idea how you should answer this question >o< awkward..)

I’ve wanted to do something useful for you for quite a long time and finally I came up with the idea of sharing my study tips. Besides, finals are soon so we need that boost of inspiration to achieve great results, right? Btw, i had my IELTS exam 2 weeks ago and i actually scored 8.0 overall which is INSANE! Seriously, no one could expect that! But i was very happy because that’d mean I can choose a good uni and all those hours/days/weeks/months i spent preparing did help me.

Without further ado let’s get to the actual tips.

                                         MY STUDY TIPS

1. Be consistent

if you want to achieve results in anything then you should dedicate yourself to what you want to do. Don’t think that you can study for a few hours today and then do nothing until the next week. Nope, that’s not how it works. You will benefit even from 15-20 minutes a day

2. Plan your time

That really does help you! If you have a planner. Write down the time you should spend studying science or maths, for example. Like 20 mins- science//15 mins-maths. And just do it. Simple as that. Or you can print the schedule and pin it on your wall/put on your desk. That will be helpful too. Just search for “weekly planner printable” on Pinterest. I’m sure you’ll find the ones you may like.

3. Make it fun

Everything is better when it’s fun, rught? So make your study place colourful (if you like that, obviously), get some stationery, DIY some stuff and just enjoy the process. I can also suggest playing some relaxing music but it should not distract you. There are lots of good mixes on 8tracks.

4. Take breaks

You’re a human, not a zombie! Studying might be cool and that process when you feel you brain enriching with information is also fantastic (i’m not kidding) but when it gets too much you need to take a rest! You can take breaks every 20/30 mins if you feel comfortable with that. 

5. Have a snack

I’m all for vegan treats and they are waaay bettern than saturated fatty sweets so….I’d say make yourself a nana icecream or a smoothie bowl. You can also have a fruit plate and nuts, whatever you prefer.

6. Discover new ways of studying

Do you actually know that studying dies not only exist within your books? You can find sth useful everywhere-even on tumblr! Tumblr is an endless source of information and inspiration. Find quotes for your essays, opinions of different people on various problems. I track the tags “politics”, “economy”, etc. and they do give a great spectrum of information. Watch documentaries, read books, blogs, anything! There are tons of things to do. You can even take a course on Coursera which offers free lectures/material/tasks/assignments. After completing the course you’ll get a certificate which may be very handy one day.

7. Play cards

nope, I don’t mean playing actual cards. I suggest making your own! Take a sheet of paper, cut it into 8/10/15 parts and write 1 question on one side and the answer on the other. lay down the cards and make the fun start. It’s a lot better when you can play with someone so call your squad and study together!

8. Keep notebooks and journals

They will show your progress. Write down what you’ve done, new words (if you’re studying a new language), sth which was important to you, sth that surprised you…

9. Don’t get distracted

Switch off your phone. Yes, I know how sometimes it’s much more interesting to spend time on social media or just surfng the internet. But remember your goals! Visualize them! You can achieve academic success and that’s not that difficult!

10. Revise

Our memmory is constructed in a certain way that if we learn new information we need to revise it in 5 minutes,  in 30 mins, in 1 hour, in 5 hours, in 1 day, etc… and also having a look at your notes before going to bed may help you too. Engage all types of memmory and draw, read aloud, write down all the stuff you need! I promise you’ll succeed.

11. Question everything 

No matter what subject it is you should be critical. Learn to question everything you see. If it’s a picture/cycle find out who is the sender of the message, are you the one that should get this message, what did the creator of the pic want to say? If it’s a text then get the basic idea and be sceptic about what you read, Question yourself and try to find the answers.

And the last, most important thing is to see your goals. If you don’t have any, you won’t progress. It’s important to know why you’re studying this, be interested in what you’re studying and be willing to develop and learn more every day!

Hope this helps!

Bisous, Eli xx

Benjaman Kyle, the man who has been without an identity for 11 years finally knows who he is. Found behind a dumpster outside of a Burger King and hospitalized, Benjaman woke up with no memory of who he was, and was diagnosed with retrograde amenesia.

Unable to work without I.D or a social security number Kyle was dependent on the support system that rallied around him in Jackson, Florida, where he’s lived for over a decade while searching for who he is.

Thanks to the help of genetic genealogist, CeCe Moore, he was able to determine his identity using the same process used in finding biological parents in adoption cases.

He made the following Facebook post:

“MY IDENTITY HAS BEEN FOUND! It is now the start of the eleventh year since this began and I never thought this day would come. A little over two months ago I was informed by CeCe Moore that that they had established my Identity using DNA. Many people had shared their DNA profiles so that they could be compared with mine.

Through a process of elimination they determined my ancestral bloodline and who my relatives were. A DNA test taken by a close relative has confirmed that we are related.

I have been in contact with them and plan on visiting them next week. I will soon have a Social Security card and a new Florida ID card. I am reserving my new name for now until I have met my new found relatives.”


You know that trope where couples pretend like they’re all lovey dovey when they’re around friends, but argue all the time when they’re alone? 

Imagine your otp doing the exact opposite. They are always bickering and fighting when there are people around, but once they’re alone they fly into each others arms and kiss and are just stupidly affectionate. Literally everyone thinks they’re sworn enemies, but nah.

Based on this, I wrote the following fic, because I am KaiShin trash.  Enjoy:

“Shinichi, do you ever think that, maybe, your fighting with Kuroba is indicative of something else?” Ran asked him once they’d split off from the rest of the group.  Shinichi glanced at her and shrugged.

“Not really,” he said, crossing his arms behind his head.  “I figure we fight ‘cause we don’t get along.  Nothing more to it.”

“There’s really nothing to it?”

“Of course not.  Why would there be?” Shinichi asked, raising his eyebrows.

“N-No reason, I guess,” she sighed.  Shinichi smiled.  She didn’t bring it up for the rest of their walk home.

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Captain Comfort

REQUEST: For the request: Steve comforting a lonely reader? Fluff please! I moved away from home two months ago and have been feeling really lonely this past week - could really use something to cheer me up. I hope your day’s been lovely! Xx @redlipstickandplaid

A/N: I really hope you like this and it helps cheer you up a little! Sending you all the Steve hugs!! ♡ ♡

Pairing: Steve x Reader [friendship]

Warnings: fluffffff 

You walked into your apartment, ready for another night of dinner for one and Netflix on the sofa. Moving away from home had been pretty hard on you, and this past week you’d been feeling really lonely.

The sound of music coming from your kitchen put you on high alert, cautiously making your way through your apartment you paused dead at the door in surprise as you saw Steve standing at the cooker, stirring something in a saucepan and casually swaying his hips to some 1940′s song playing in the background.


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