i did it in like 20 30 minutes

teeeight888  asked:

Man that last episode was a doozy! It's sort of a spoiler but I sorta expected him to wake up somewhere in that episode... Especially cause last i checked 10 minutes or less is usually when people should wake up... Though Damien IS an Atypical and Chloe did handle getting hit in the head with a lamp like a champ! So hey maybe Atypicals have higher durability! Which is so much more cooler, it's like Conduits from the InFAMOUS Game series!

Someone waking up within 20-30 minutes is usually a sign that they have a mild TBI. Given that a lot of the scenes in the finale happen simultaneously, the actual time span of the finale was about…30 minutes.


Fill-a-Page February

It is a truth universally acknowledged that any artist who aspires to improve should be drawing every day. 

Being told to draw more, draw daily, draw while you eat, sleep, breathe, is probably the single most common piece of advice given in response to the question “how do I get better?” - I know I’ve certainly told people to do this.

But I have a confession to make.

I am a hypocrite and I don’t draw every day. Not even close. 

I always seem to have a ready excuse for why I didn’t set aside 10, 20, 30 minutes a day to draw: I’m too tired, I got home late, I didn’t have any drawing materials on me, I was too busy. And yet I still grumble when my art feels like it’s stagnating. I feel disatisfied and frustrated with my lack of progress or the inconsistency of my style or with my inability to draw something in the moment (looking at you, anatomy, clothing folds, perspective). So I want to do something about it.

Every day for the month of February, I will fill a page in a sketchbook, much like I did with this page of scribbles. New day, new page. I don’t have a specific “improvement” goal in mind nor any particular subjects, but I want to get myself into the habit of drawing more freely and regularly, without the pressure of producing a finished piece of art. 

I’ve already persuaded a few people to do this with me because I know I’ll need the support and motivation, but please feel free to join me in giving the challenge a go if you fancy it!

You will need:

  • a sketchbook or pad (I’ve chosen A5 because the size isn’t too intimidating)
  • a pencil
  • an eraser (although I plan to use this sparingly)

The reason I’m doing this challenge traditionally is to get away from all the distracting bells and whistles that come with a digital art program and focus on the act of drawing itself. I also want to get over my fear of ruining a sketchbook with mediocre art. This is me giving myself permission to be bad at art for a while, because it really is the only way I’m going to get better.

The challenge commences February 1st - wish me luck!

I Bet It Stung (M)

Originally posted by jackandjael

Genre: Smut/Angst

Summary: When there’s sexual tension between you and your potential boyfriend, You come up with a reckless plan to deter an awkward hookup. Finding a fuck buddy. The thing about reckless plans though, they’re bound to backfire badly. Hopefully you can come back from this. (Mark x Reader, Bambam x Reader )

Warnings: Piercings , Boys who Dab, Underage alcohol use

Word count: 9,684

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

A/N: Here’s some Mark and Bambam (No dabbing, sadly)  smut and drama. This was fun to write. The title is  a song from Tegan and Sara’s So Jealous album. I  listened to it on repeat while doing this, give it a try if you like breakup music. I hope you guys enjoy it :’)

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Hey guys, I’m back again for another fan account and boy was it like the best day of my life. OMG…if you don’t feel like reading all of this, I’m just going to leave some highlights for you and of course I’ll bold the most relevant parts.



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Writing prompts

1. “At least you weren’t stabbed, because hello, I am bleeding.”

2. “Why on earth are you wearing that?”

3. “Put me down!”

4. “Leave me the fuck alone”

5. “You’re drunk, but I am not.”

6. “I swear to god, look at me”

7. “What did you just do?!”

8. “Stop filming me, moron!”

9. “It was all me, by the way.”

10. “I may have mildly panicked…”

11. “You are actually really badass”

12. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

13. “Do you still love me…?”

14. “It’s do or die, most likely die.”

15. “How could you ever hurt me like that?”

16. “Can someone shoot him?”

17. “Who’s is the cute guy/girl over there?”

18. “I am sorry okay! What else you want me to say?”

19. “She’s/He’s injured?”

20. “In what fucking hospital is he/she?!”

21. “I don’t know about you guys, but I feel fabulous.”

22. “Can I help you?”

23. “Be gentle.”

24. “I love you”

25. “What happened to your arm?”

26. “I have a headache.”

27. “Seven fucking years, and that’s all you have to say!”

28. “Was loving me a joke?”

29. “5 more minutes.”

30. “Don’t be mad, but I bought a cat.”

31. “Like, what if I did love you?”

32. “You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.”

33. “I’m not drunk, I s-swear.”

34. “Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way.”

35. “How can you watch a scary movie without being scared?!”

36. “If you get arrested, I don’t know you.”

37. “So, I’ve been thinking.”

38. “I was supposed to die you dumb ass!” 

39. “You looked at me differently.”

40. “I’m not pregnant”

41.  “The stars are pretty tonight, aren’t they?”

42. “Oh c'mon you would have murdered that guy too.”

43. “I thought you were dead!” 

44. “You? You know how to shoot a gun?” 

45. “Hold up- just stop- just- what are you actually doing? It’s 2 AM!”

46. “You just kissed me.” 

47. “I’ve been in love with you since, like, forever. I thought you knew.”

48. “I literally told you.”

49. “Was the glitter really necessary?”

50. “You left me there. Alone.”


Life with a newborn! ❤|05.13.2017.

Hi there! What’s up? :)

It’s been 2 weeks since a small monster appeared in our house (well, 2 weeks and 4 days). And I will not hide, I’m very exhausted. Remember, I was getting sleepy during pregnancy? So its now almost none at all. I should have enjoyed those days when I could sleep at least 3 hours.

But it’s worth it! Henry makes us happy every minute like a sunbeam. How can not not smile when he is sleeping so sweetly? And how can not be happy when Henry is sleeping, and mommy finally got time to at least make a neat hairstyle? Oh, what am I saying? Just kidding. I love this little bean :)

His regime is almost like that of a normal newborn: sleeps, eats, sleeps, eats. We have walks every day, for 20-30 minutes though. Oh, I did not even say that he had his first walk!
But yes, since he is already 2 weeks old, we were able to get a walk. We mostly walk in the park, not very far from our house. It’s so quiet and beautiful! An ideal place to enjoy the beauty of nature.

But I’ll tell you more about his regime. He sleeps well, wakes up every 2 hours to get milk (at night more often though). My milk is enough, I’m exclusively breastfeeding for now, not a bottles, because there is not even a need even..

I can always talk about how beautiful and sweet he is! By the way, his siblings love him very much, too. Grace, like Mary now, is very interested in him. She always wants to help, bring something (diaper, pacifier). She’s so small, but a so helper!

I hope to publish more pictures soon, as soon as I get the opportunity.

It was all for today!
Have a wonderful day/night,


It’s hard to put down Ragnar into words. I signed up knowing it would be a huge challenge for me. After my surgeries, my running abilities nosedived to just about zero. I’ve worked to come back, but it hasn’t been as easy as I thought. Still, I needed to prove to myself I was capable.

I drove down from Connecticut on Thursday where the lovely @read-run-knit-drink picked me up at the Philly airport once I ditched my rental car. I was the last to arrive in Philly, so once we returned to her house, we were ready to head to Lancaster (emphasis on the KISS). Quick unpacking at the hotel and some van decorating followed, with an abundance of goat pictures and pizza slices. As I learned on the course, portable lights are also a fun option, and I fully plan on stealing that idea next time (because yes, there will be a next time).

Once finished with van prep, we headed to the local brewing company to grab a bite to eat, including our fallen teammate @kaylarunshappy, and I’m so very glad she did! We were so sad to see her injured just before the race, but she still very much remained a part of our team despite her absence. I hope she’ll be able to join us next time!

After what felt like a cat nap, the Van 1 runners got up at 4 AM and off to the start at 5. I was runner #1 following Kayla’s injury, so I was first out the gate. It felt like a nice easy run through generic urban environment, with a short but very steep downhill on one block that was a blast to hustle through. I ended up in the regional park, where we were directed to a trail setting. I was expecting a paved trail (I don’t know why, probably because it had a fancy name - the “Garden of 5 Senses). It was very much not, as it was actually a very steep trail section with exposed rocks and tree roots. I basically hiked it, and only panicked once when I reached a T-intersection with no signage. Fortunately, I went the right way and found my way to exchange #1 after 3.9 miles to pass off to teammate Lauren. (Side note: Ragnar should just call exchanges check-in points that coordinate with the leg that is starting. Ie, checkin point #2 is where Runner #2 starts. After lack of sleep, we kept getting confused.)

Our van continued to run and I hopped in for an extra leg mid-morning to help fill the open slots because we were down a runner. It was a short 2.8 entirely in the sun. It was WARM, but even as I was feeling a bit overheated (humidity guys, it does terrible things), a local Amish woman practically sang good morning to me. It was a mood booster for sure (as was the sound of a horse and buggy catching up to me), and I closed out the run to pass off to readrunknitdrink for our final leg of rotation #1.

We used our free time to grab lunch at a local market (peanut butter whoopie pies are totally acceptable running food) and try to nap before our second rotation. I didn’t nap at all, but the breeze was really nice and I did enjoy the quiet. Around 5:30 PM runner #12 passed off to me and we were back at it. While my run was only 3.7, it was definitely the most soul crushing of all the running I did. The uphills just never seemed to end, and it’s where I really wished I’d done better at hill training. Honestly though, as my first really hilly race, it was hard to know what to expect. I think I know much better how to train and what to expect. I finally got to the top and literally FLEW the downhill section. It was shady and cool and relatively steep. It felt awesome! The culmination was captured in one of my favorite photos from the weekend - my pass off to Runner #2.

Again, we continued through our legs, eventually finishing around 10:15 PM and meeting back up with Van #2 (Guard llama, where are you?!?!). We grabbed sandwiches at a WaWa and went to park at the next major exchange. We stayed in the van and I did my best to sleep, but I estimate I got no more than 20 minutes. I was paranoid we’d miss being ready to take over from Van #2 runners. I got up about an hour before they rolled in, stretched and downed a couple shot blocks because I felt like I needed some fuel, but just wasn’t up to food. The caffeine blocks helped quite a bit.

At 4:30 AM I was told to get my ass moving by Runner #12 (😂) and set off for 5.5 miles in the rain, apparently the fault of @runningforbiscuits. While it was chilly, once I started running it was perfect - the rain was refreshing, but not heavy, and it’s something I don’t get to experience where I live. The downhills were a nice break to start on, and I started climbing about halfway through. This was when I realized how fatigued I was from the previous hills. I just didn’t have gas left in the tank. My van checked on me about halfway through, but I struggled the second half. Still, the scenery was beautiful, the air smelled fantastic (I was running through Christmas tree farms in the rain, how could it not?!?!), and I was about to be done. I did the best I could and promised to myself I’d use this as an opportunity to learn from my weakest running abilities and how I can train better.

I passed off to Runner #2 once I finished, ate a delicious bagel courtesy of @breatherunlive, and tried to get warm. We found a gas station and got hot coffee, which was AMAZING at that point. It kept raining through most of the early morning, and finally broke during our last Runner #5 open leg. We were all feeling pretty tired, so @read-run-knit-drink, myself, and our Michigan runner split the mileage. Unfortunately, due to safe van parking for handoffs, I was only able to take over 1.35. Still, it felt like the quintessential "team” approach. It got sunny (and HUMID), but we were almost done. Our last runner set out and we finished up by late morning. Van #2 had already started by this point to ensure we’d finish in time, so we headed out to find @er1nruns on her brutal 10.5 mile Ragnar leg. We eventually parked at the bottom of her mountain descent and right before her last big uphill with about 2 miles to her finish line. It was fun rooting on the Ragnar leg runners until she came by, and I’m hoping it was encouraging for them.

After visiting @er1nruns, we drove to the finish to browse the merchandise tent for any new items that hadn’t been at the previous location (nothing), and grab a bite to eat. A quick stop at a local tavern for lunch, and we were off to pick up @breatherunlive at her exchange point. From there, it was just a short while at the finish line while we waited for our last runner to finish up. I have mad respect for the folks that did far more hill climbing than me and more miles, and I’m proud of pushing myself to do a “scary” race.

It was a fantastic weekend and I am so fortunate to have done it with the people I did. They made the experience. It’s a good sign when you’re perusing other races on the drive back from the finish line. :)

I finally got home last night around 8 PM west coast time, and finished out my weekend with 17.35 miles, about 1,000 feet of elevation gain (that’s HUGE for me), and about 8.5 hours of sleep total between 5:00 AM Thursday morning to 9 PM west coat time Sunday. I was exhausted and a bit delirious by the time it all ended, but I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

Thank you @runningforbiscuits, @breatherunlive, @read-run-knit-drink, @er1nruns, @go-with-a-smile, and @mynewnormaluc for an amazing race experience and letting this less advanced runner join your team. It made my heart incredibly full to be a part of this experience with all of you.

Brohm (Part Two)

Today, I woke up before Anthony. Only a few minutes early though. After exiting the bathroom, I heard him cry.

“Hey Anthony! You want some food, huh?”

He looked at me and giggled a bit, his eyes.

I gently picked him up and brought him downstairs to be put into his highchair. After sitting him down, I got out some goopy stuff that was supposed to be applesauce (I think), and started spoon feeding him.
I remembered that he still needed a crib, and now that I have a baby carrier, I can take him with me.
I cleaned off his face and put him into non-messy clothes. I carried him to the car, and buckled him into the car seat.
-time skip to the store brought to you by adorable Bryce mom-
I finally found the right isle after walking around the entire store. I started to look at the different types of cribs they had, when I heard a voice.


I quickly turned around at the sound of my name, and saw Ohm.


“Is that the baby?” He asked walking closer.

“Yeah, actually… His name is Anthony.”

“He’s adorable! Look at him!” Ryan said while Anthony held onto his finger.

“I think he likes you. I was trying to find crib for him just now.”

“I can help then.” He stated.

All I could do was smile. After picking out a good crib for Anthony, Ryan carried the box to the register, and paid for it (even though I was against it).
He didn’t even get anything at the store, and I think he forgot. But he left the store at the same time as us, following us in his car.
When we got home, he carried it into the house.

“Seriously Ryan, thank you. You didn’t have to do this, you know?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to help. I’ll help set it up.”

I put Anthony into his playpen, along with a new stuffed animal I bought him, and left to go upstairs with Ryan. When I entered my room, I saw that Ryan was already on the floor with pieces of wood, assembling them into a crib. I sat down with him and helped, handing him pieces and holding others together while he screwed something in, all while talking. We managed to finish the crib before 4:30, so I invited Ryan to stay for dinner, which he accepted.
Ryan laid Anthony in his crib while I started dinner, which was Spaghetti. I had just put the noodles into the pot when Ryan came down the stairs.

“Did you manage to get him sleeping?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think he was really tired. Fell right asleep.”

“Good. Food will be done in like 20 minutes then?”


I started to set up the table with plates, cups, and silverware, when I heard slight snoring. That’s not Anthony…it can’t be. Ryan?
Sure enough, when I peeked through the door frame, I saw Ryan peacefully snoring on the couch. I giggled a bit, and took a picture on my phone to set as my lock screen. Afterwards though, I went back to the kitchen to stir the noodles.
-Another timeskip brought to you by sleepy Ryan-
I sat down on the couch beside Ryan and gently poked him.

“Ryannnnn” I gently called.

“Ngh.” He slowly peeled one eye open and yawned.

“Ryan, dinner is ready.”

“Okay. I’ll be in then…” He trailed off and stretched.

I smiled and got him a serving of spaghetti, along with some water. Throughout dinner, Ryan was yawning and almost falling asleep, to the point where I asked him to go to bed.

“No, I’m fine.” He would reply.

“Ryan, are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?” I offered.

“No…I have to go home soon anyways.”

“Are you sure? You can spend the night here, if you want?”

“Actually…yeah. I’ll stay.” He said, walking over to the couch.

I grabbed him arm gently and said, “You should take my bed. The couch will hurt your neck.”

He looked to tired to say anything, so I just helped him upstairs and into my bed. It looked like he was fast asleep, so I kissed his forehead.

“Goodnight, Ryan.”

As I started to walk away though, I felt something brush against my hand. When I turned to look, I saw it was Ryan’s hand.

“Stay. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch. Besides, you’ll probably have to get up with Anthony.”

I just sighed and Ryan pulled me down onto the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled his face into my hair. He didn’t say anything after that, so I just fell asleep, enjoying his company.
Sorry if it seems rushed, I was exited. A lot of people seemed to like it! I was thinking about doing an epilogue?


I went to the gym this morning for the first time in a while. I did a 20 minute run/walk. I wanted to do 30 minutes but I’ve been waking up late for the last week or so which means I haven’t gotten to do weights as much as I would like.

Weights - 2 sets per exercise
5 push ups
10 front dumbbell raises, 8 lbs
10 side dumbbell raises, 8 lbs
10 dumbbell curls, 8 lbs
20 dumbbell tricep extensions, 8 lbs
10 dumbbell chest flys, 8 lbs
10 dumbbell bench press, 8 lbs
20 squats

I’m trying to get back on track with my eating. I used to never eat back exercise calories (unless i did 2 intense workouts in a day) but I made a deal with myself: if I am truly diligent about tracking my exercise calories, I can eat 50% of my burned calories back.

Yesterday I hit 4,8k followers which is insane, and people suggested I’d do a writing challenge. So here we are! This is a supernatural writing challenge, so only supernatural fanfiction allowed (:


  • Must be following this novak trash™
  • Ships, reader inserts, real people ships, all allowed. I’m not accepting John x Sam/Dean, Bobby x Sam/Dean, Mary x Sam/Dean, you get the idea.
    I’m a multishipper, but I don’t ship everything. If you’re not sure, send me a message. I try to give most things a shot.
  • I won’t read ABO, heavy BDSM and things close to those extremes. If you worry about your ideas, please ask.
    It might be that I’ll accept it but not read, since I have some other trigger warnings that I won’t read but will accept, especially if they’re minor..
  • Send me 2 or 3 numbers by ask, so you have a backup if your first choice is taken.
  • There can be up to 2 people for each prompt.
  • Each individual can claim a max of 2 prompts.
  • The sentences don’t have to be the first line, but it must be in the story literally. You can change the pronouns.
  • There’s no word limit, feel free to make it as long as you want.
  • Tag me in your fic and use the #jimminovak’s writing challenge within the first five tags!
  • If I didn’t like your fic within two days after you posted it, send it to me by message.
  • The deadline is May 27th. If you need some more time, please tell me, I understand. 
  • Here I’ll keep track of everyone who entered the writing challenge, so if you want to see if I signed you up/what’s taken, go there.

If there’s any questions or things I forgot, feel free to ask me!

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ask from @ilex616 @sansy-owl @lightsofganymede @p-aurisan 

1.Do you prefer traditional drawing, or digital?

traditional drawing! i love hand-making. but i always do digital, because i can fix it more easierXD

5.What’s your favorite thing to draw?


7.How often do you use references?

when drawing background. i’m terrible on it.  

10.Are you confident about your art?

totally no.

14.Do you ever collaborate with others?

yes. but it always go to bad results tho

15.How long does an average piece take you to complete?

30 minutes ~ 3 hours

16.Do you draw more today than you did in the past, or do you draw less?

less than the past. i miss the past me.

20.What is the easiest thing for you to draw?


25.Do you like to draw in silence, or with music?

whit music, or it’s hard to me to be concentrated. my brain just can’t stop to torture me XD

26.For digital artists: what program(s) do you use?

sai,photoshop CS

27.For digital artists: how many layers does a typical piece require?



thank you^^

I Should Have Cheated Part 3 || Derek Luh Imagine *Requested*

Here is Part 1 and Part 2

“You’re sure?”

“Yes Delany! Three times positive sure!”

“Okay, well you should say something.”

“How do I say something like that to him?”

“Oh I don’t know, ‘Hey, I saw you looking at me three times now and yes, I do want to fuck.’ Easy peezy!”

“HAHA! Oh my gosh! I’m not a hoe!”

“Well that dress says something different,” she winked at me.

“You’re a mess!”

“Yeah, well. Oh come on! You’re finally feeling better and it’s been almost a month since you broke up with Derek! You deserve to have fun! Look! You’re not even drinking! Like what?! Maybe if you had some liquid courage, you would grow a pair and go talk to him!”

“I’m not drinking because I don’t want to make myself throw up again. I just stopped doing that, I don’t want it to come back. And I’m having plenty fun with my Sprite and cranberry juice mix, thank you very much! D, I told you when you dragged me out that it was going to be a chill night.”

“And it will be a chill night. You’ll just be chilling naked in his bed.” I laughed at how pushy she was being. But she was right, I do deserve fun. I’m sure Derek was “having fun” with the whole female population of Los Angeles. Lord only knows how many other cities he plowed through while we were togeth- you know what, let me stop thinking about him. 

“Alright, fine!” I said finally giving in to her. 

“YAY! OOP, too late,” she said looking behind me.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s coming to you,” she said trying not to look at him, but failing.

“WHAT? Well shit, do I look okay?”

“You look great. Just relax.” I haven’t done this since Derek and I got together.

“Excuse me? I just wanted to say that you both look extremely beautiful this evening.”

“Why thank you, kind sir. Wow, a gentlemen and completely gorgeous? Girl if you don’t go home with him then I will,” she said partly to him, but mostly to me. I was only half listening because he was so mesmerizing and I just couldn’t stop smiling at him.

“Well, I’m Delany and this is Y/N. And your name is?”

“Nice to meet you ladies, I’m Alex,” he said as he shook her hand, but kissed the back of mine.

“Well, that’s my cue to go get another drink. Play nice you two.” With that, she shot me a wink and left to the bar.

“So, what brings you out tonight, Y/N?” God, I loved the way he said my name.

“Um, she did,” I said pointing to Delany.

“She seems like a good friend. You two live together?”

“She is and yes we do.”

“So what prompted that?”

“I used to be in a relationship her brother.” I don’t know why I’m telling him all of this, but whatever.

“You still think about him?”  

“Sometimes, but I really want to, no scratch that. I NEED to forget about him, but I found that to be difficult living with his sister and all.”

“Well maybe I can help you forget.” I’d like to thank not only God, but Jesus for giving me this opportunity, because the rest of that night was HEAVENLY!

*Next Morning*

“Thanks for the ride and the amazing night.”

“My pleasure, no pun intended. It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“You too, Alex.”

I got out of the car and went to unlock the front door. I turned around and gave him one last wave before heading inside. I really hope Delany is awake so I can bow down to her for encouraging me to go home with Alex.

I walked further into the house and quickly realized that she was still asleep. Instead of waking her, I decided to run upstairs and shower before doing anything else. I got out and I heard clanking downstairs and knew Delany was up and cooking breakfast. I finished what I was doing and headed downstairs.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss ‘I’m not a hoe.” Did you have fun last night?” she asked me while she started to put the bacon in the hot pan.

“It was absolutely fantastic! Thank you for getting me out and forcing me to have a good time, haha.”

“Of course! I’m glad you had fun. Breakfast should be ready in 15.”

“Okay! Sounds goo-” Shit not again! I quickly ran to the downstairs bathroom and kneeled in front of the toilet while I emptied out the contents of my stomach.

“Shit! Y/N are you okay?” I heard Delany say as she reached the bathroom. I sat back on my heels and sighed as I closed the toilet and flushed.

“I don’t know. I thought this was some 48 hour stomach flu, but it might be a 7 day one. It smells great, but the bacon just made my stomach churn, clearly.”

“We should take you to the doctor. I mean you’ve lost a lot of weight from this vomiting. It can’t be healthy.”

“No you’re right. The Urgent Care opened like 2 hours ago. You wanna leave in 20 minutes?”

“Yeah, breakfast can wait. You should probably go on an empty stomach anyway.”

“Yeah. Wait, did you leave the bacon on the stove?”

“No, haha. I took it off. I’ll put covers on everything and then I’m pretty much ready to go.”

I sighed, “Okay. Give me a few.” She gave me a nod and went back to the kitchen. 

*45 Minutes later*

“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Guess that’s me. I’ll be back.”

“Okay, good luck.”


*30 Minutes Later*

I walked back in the waiting room and walked towards Delany.

“Hey! So which drugstore do we have to go to for your prescription?” she asked as she stood up to leave.

“Derek’s house.”

“What? Why would we go to Derek’s house?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my…god. Okay, let’s get in the car.”

“Yeah.” We drove the 15 minute to Derek’s house and the whole time I was trying to figure out ways to tell him I’m pregnant with his child.

“Wait, how did you not notice your period was late?”

“I just thought the stress threw off my cycle. I don’t see how I didn’t notice the excessive vomiting.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t think of this as a possibility either. Have you thought about what you’re going to say?”

“Kind of, but I know it’s going to be different once I actually see him. I hate to blindside with this, but he needs to know.”

“Yeah, I agree. I got your back no matter what happens. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do. Thank you for being my best friend.”

We finally pulled up to his house and my stomach pretty much fell out of my ass. Fuck, don’t be a pussy. Grow a pair and just tell him.
I knocked on the door and was met with the brown eyes I haven’t seen in almost a month.

“Hi,” I said breaking the awkward silence.

“Hey. What are you doing here?” he asked me kind of dumbfounded.

“I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. So, whats up?”

“Look, I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it. I’m pregnant. And yes it’s yours.” He looked at me like I was crazy, but not upset.

“I really hate to ask, but how do you know it’s mine?”

“Because the only person I’ve slept with since we broke up was last night. That’s how I know, Derek.”

“Oh okay. Well, what do we do here? We’re not together and you hate me. How are we going to raise this baby?”

“I don’t know. I just found out half an hour ago that I was pregnant. I haven’t really had time to go over the rest of my life.” I started to cry.

He let out a heavy sigh, “Y/N, we are going to be fine. You know that right?”

“I want to know that, but where do we even start with raising a baby that was completely unplanned?”

“I want you to move back in here.”

“What? Are you insane? Why would I do that?” I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh while I said that.

“Could you put your pride and your hatred for me aside and look at where we are for 5 fucking seconds?”

“You don’t get to talk to me like that! This predicament would’ve been 10x better if you had just kept for fucking dick in your pants! Do you really think I want to live here, big and pregnant, while you go off and dick down whoever? Or even worse, stuck here raising OUR child alone? Not knowing when the fuck you’re coming home? No thanks, Derek! You stay a bachelor and get high, screw around and make your music. This baby and I will stay at your sister’s.”

“You think that’s what I’ve been doing since you left? Yeah I got high and drunk to deal with the pain of me losing you. I tried to make my music, but I couldn’t fucking concentrate because my muse was gone. What I just said will never justify what I have done, but you have to know that I am so sorry and that I have loved you all this time.”

“Then why did you do it? Why did you destroy me like that?”

“I was fucking selfish. I gave into all the girls and lost sight of what I had. I want us back. I want this baby. I want my family,” he said crying. I looked at him not knowing if I could fully trust him or not. 

“Listen, I love you too, but you killed me. I can’t let you do that to our baby. So, for now, I’m staying with your sister, but we can work on us.” He looked at me and kissed me with so much fucking love. Shit, what am I getting myself into?

*5 months later*

I finally moved back in with Derek and I can tell that what he said to me 5 months ago was true. I have my doubts, but I have to trust him. 

“Can you believe we’re having a girl, Y/N?”

“No! I still can’t believe we’re having a baby! We only have four more months and I think we have enough stuff for her to last her until she’s at least 3, haha.”

“Our families just want to make sure we are set.”

“I know, and I couldn’t be more grateful. Is really happening?”

“Yeah, and we are beyond ready,” he reassured me.

*3 ½ Months Later*

*17 Hours Later*

“You did so good, Y/N! Look at her! She’s so tiny. I helped make her?”

“Yes, Baby. She’s ours. She’s finally ours.” I saw him as he looked at her like nothing else existed. “Here, hold her.”

“Hi, Jennifer. I’m your daddy and I love you and your beautiful mommy more than life itself.” 

I looked at my family in pure awe. I shouldn’t have cheated and I’m glad I never did because if I had, we wouldn’t be here right now. In this perfect life. With my perfect family.

anonymous asked:

19:30 two days ago my boyfriend wanted to kill himself, he unscrew the gas in the oven and lay in his bed. He was laying like that about 20 minutes. I didn't know that he did it. He seem so sad and miserable atm. I told him that Im here for him and then he texted me if I can hug him, he asked what would i do if he would do this, I told that i would do the same. Then he turn it off. I'm still so scared that he will do this again but without me on his own. I'm scared every time when he go offline

it’s not fair of him to put that on you though :(

Creepypasta #375: Free-diving

It had promised to be an awesome day. My dad was finally going to take me deep sea fishing off the east coast of the island. Like most kids on the island I wasn’t allowed on the east beach. It was for a stupid reason, of course: a mile out from the east shoreline there was a 500 ft drop off, an undersea cliff, and they didn’t think it was “safe” for us.

I think my dad agreed to take me to the east beach because of the divorce. Both of my parents were trying to win custody of me. They wanted me to choose. I just wanted my family back.

We made a plan to boat around the reefs for awhile, snorkel and let me practice my free-diving. I had been working on it for a year and I could already free-dive down to 21 feet! I wanted to break the world record one day. We found deeper and deeper places for me to dive as we wandered around the unfamiliar reefs and sand bars.

After we had finished exploring a sunken speedboat I decided to sunbathe and snooze for awhile. Dad got behind the helm to take us to our next location.

I was awoken by the shrill ring of my dad’s phone. He cut the engine so that he could hear the person on the other end of the line. I thought it must be his divorce lawyer because he decided to take the call below deck.

I peered over the side of the boat into the crystal clear waters and saw that the ocean floor was about 30 feet down. I wondered if I could free-dive that. Then I heard my dad yelling below deck and I realized he must be talking to my mom. I covered my ears, I didn’t want to hear that. I decided to try the 30 foot dive just for a reason to get off the boat.

I took several long, deep breaths and dove into the lucid, sparking water. I made it down ten feet easily and then 15, I struggled to 20 and then 25…I was doing it! I was almost there, I just needed to touch the seafloor and I could claim victory! I was so close, just a little more, I can make it, I can do it! My lungs began to burn, and I could feel the panic welling. And then, I was there. 30 feet down!

I quickly braced my legs and pushed off against the sea bed, jettisoning myself up toward the surface. My chest and my head were aching severely now. I swam up as hard as I could, hoping I hadn’t made a terrible mistake. Darkness peaked around the corners of my vision. My arms and legs began to feel weak. This had been such a stupid idea, I was going to drown here.

And then, suddenly, I broke the surface. I took the deepest breath I’ve ever taken and tread water for a few minutes as I tried to recover. I’d done it!

I climbed up onto the boat just as Dad was coming up the stairs.

“Dad, I did it!”

“Did what?”

“I free-dove down like 30 feet and touched the seabed! See?”

I looked over the side of the boat.

“Oh actually it only looks about 20-25 feet.” I said quickly. “But that’s still a personal record!”

My dad raised his eyebrow and went to look over the side of the boat. I peered down with him.

“Oh…well now it only looks like around 15 feet. Nevermind, I guess.” I frowned.

Dad backed up from the bow and started running toward the helm.

“Wha-, what’s wrong?” I asked, alarmed.

“We passed the drop-off a quarter mile ago,” he yelled. “That’s not the seafloor!”

I didn’t understand. The seafloor was there, I’d touched it. I looked over the edge again.

5 feet….

Credits to: The_Dalek_Emporer

When I first started at the gym, I did 10 - 20 minutes. Now, I’ve found the workouts I like best and spent 30 minutes there today without even realizing it! I was having a hard time getting out of bed today but I’m really glad I went :)

I’m now looking at target heart rates and thinking about joining a local running club! I used to run cross-country so maybe my heart’s still in it!?

What happens in the sauna....stays in the sauna

“My schedule for work was messed up this week so I had to fit my gym time in later in the evening. I grabbed my stuff and headed there right after I got home. It was around 9:30 and the place was not real busy. I locked my things up and headed to the ellipticals. I did my usual 20 minutes to get me heart rate up and wiped down my machine. I looked back at the stair masters and there was this guy drenched in sweat knocking out step after step. I’d say he was in his early 40s and built like a brick shit house! I wiped down my machine and walked over to the free weight section via the stair master area. I wanted a closer look at this stud.

II made my way down the aisle in front of the stair master to see if I could catch a glimpse of his basket. I looked up and caught his eye. He gave me a sneer then looked down at his shorts. I saw his wedding band so I played it down. I don’t know if he saw me ogling his junk but I could tell by the way his shorts were bunching, he was heavy in the cock department. I managed a soft “unh” as I walked by and headed for the free weights. I did half an hour in weights and headed for the locker room. I had to take a leak so I walked down by the showers to the urinals. As I approached the urinals, the guy I had checked out was heading to the wet sauna in his jock. His ass was firm, round and had a gorgeous pelt of fur on it. As he opened the door to the sauna he saw me and nodded towards the sauna. Oh fuck, I thought to myself. either I’m in deep shit or I could get lucky. I finished pissing and walked to the sauna. I opened the door and felt a wave of humid heat wash over me as I walked in. 

It was dimly lit so my eyes took a moment to adjust. That’s when i heard, “What was that unh sound you made by the stair master supposed to mean?” I froze thinking it was deep shit rather than a score tonight. You a faggot? Huh? I faced him, an incredible alpha male seated on the bleachers, a tattoo sleeve on his bulging right arm his legs spread with the pouch of his dirty jockstrap sagging under the weight of his manhood. “I saw you checking me out faggot. “ “I hope you’re a cocksucker, I need to bust a nut real bad.” I’m not quite sure how I answered him but the next thing I knew I was kneeling between his furry tree trunk thighs. “Show me what a lousy cocksucker my bitch is. We’ve been married 18 years, two kids and she still can’t suck my cock for shit.” Not wasting the invitation I went nose first into the pouch of his jock. “Hungry cocksucker aren’t you?” My brain was assaulted with the smell of reconstituted piss and sweat. His jock was moist with the fresh sweat of his work out. I sucked on the stained fabric hoping to taste this man’s sex. The taste was pure testosterone. “Yeah bitch” lick daddy’s dirty jock. I’ll feed you a treat if you take care of him.” The smell of his ass crack wafted up as I made a pig out of myself in his bulge. I grabbed his thick legs and pulled him forward. Yeah, that’s it. you’re getting daddy fucking hot.” The flesh underneath his jock was stiffening at a quick pace so I took the lead and pushed his legs up and went for his ass. He slid forward when my tongue forced itself into his dirty hole. “Oh fuck”, you dirty bitch, this what they teach you in cocksucker’s school?” His hole was covered in dense fur that held his essence. The taste of his ass got my cock hard as steel. His sphincter grabbed my probing tongue.

Oh shit man, eat daddy’s ass baby.” I gave him my best tongue fucking as he moaned to himself. I grabbed the bottom of his pouch with my teeth and freed Willy. His dick sprang back and slapped his taught belly. I could see that his balls were pulling up so I took the opportunity to suck on them one at a time. His scrotum was covered in thick wiry pubic hair. His sweat made me incredibly horny. I pulled off his balls and began licking his taint from his ass hole to his scrotum. I thought he was gonna blow. I could feel the rigidity of his amazing cock all the way back to his ass hole. “Fuck bitch, you gonna blow me or what?” I licked his man pussy a few more times before going to his throbbing cock. His cock was leaking precum like a hose. “You got daddy’s cock wet and hard as fuck.” I licked the pool of his lube from his sweaty belly. and greased my mouth for what was coming. His precum was viscous and bitter and it got me so fucking hot. I took the fat head of his cock into my mouth. “Shit little girl, you know how to suck daddy’s cock?” I took his engorged cock down to his bush to prove my point. “Oh yea bitch, you know what to do.” I came up and tongued hiss piss slit then licked the underside of his pussy wrecker. “Oh fuck yeah faggot”. I considered that a compliment as i was servicing a really hot hunk of fuck in the sauna. I deep throated him a few more times until he gabbed the back of my head. “Daddy needs to dump a load in your pussy baby” he said in short breaths. I responded accordingly and took him to the bush over and over again. “Oh fuck daddy is close!” I grabbed his balls and pulled them away from his body while he forced his cock into me repeatedly. “Oh shit, Oh fuck baby I ‘m cumming.” I pulled on his thick scrotum as I bounced off his cock. “Daddy’s filling your pussy” he hissed announcing the first rope of semen. His jizz hit the back of my mouth and pooled. His body shook and convulsed as his cock sprayed my makeshift pussy with his DNA. GodDamnit! he barked as his cock continued to plant it’s seed. I had to swallow some just to keep up with his delivery. His hips bucked upward a few more times as his orgasm subsided. I stayed on his cock, my mouth full of his ball juice. “Oh fuck man, where the fuck did you learn to eat nut like that bitch?” I savored the taste of his swimmers, salty sweet and hot before swallowing it. I smiled at him. “Nice load daddy, thank you.” He smiled back and roughed my hair. I could use some ball draining on a regular basis. You wanna hook up and blow me regularly?” I nodded yes. We exchanged numbers and hopefully I can help him out in the future. I drove home and went to bed shortly with the aftertaste of his manhood still on my tongue.