I had no idea how salty some people were about rick and morty taking so long to air. Like I know it’s been a long time but they literally said a year and a half or more, and that was in October 2015. A year and a half would be APRIL 2017. That’s two months at the very least we would have to wait. I know it’s been a long time and that’s frustrating but at least they let us know it would be a long time and are starting to hype things up now. That’s a good sign.
I got a rheumatologist tell me to wear uggs or crocs to help with my feet
Those are literally the worst shoes someone with flat feet and feet that literally seem to be collapsing and changing shape could possibly wear? They aren’t supportive at all
Then she told me to exercise wearing them!! You can’t exercise in crocs oh my god I couldn’t even respond I just stared at her I’d been waiting to see her for months because she’s supposedly an expert and just… wow
What the fuck. Honestly in my experience rheumatologists are the absolute worst for having no idea what the fuck they’re talking about. I’m really sorry that happened, it must’ve been really frustrating, especially because you’d waited so long to see her. Uggs…………..
JUST WANNA LET U KNOW I WAS WORRIED ABT U SINCE U HAVENT POSTED IN A WHILE AND I LOVE U ND HOPE UR EATING WELL AND BEING HAPPY THANKS
THIS IS SO SWEET WHAT THE HELL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LET ME HUG YOU
I know I didn’t/haven’t been posting much but it’s literally because it’s like – the last 2 months of University for this year and I’ve had exams and assignments coming out of my ears for a while and I’ve been so sad and ugh :(
BUT this week I’m in London w/ my friend who took me to see Phantom of the Opera as a late birthday present and we’ve been eating well and having fun :3 I can’t wait until this school year is over so I can dedicate more time to writing :( ONLY 1 MONTH LEFT
It’s been a long time! It’s nice seeing you all again. I haven’t been on Tumblr in literal months, so I apologize for the wait!
Still. As I’m sure you all have guessed, this blog is on indefinite hiatus. The muse has flown off in his TARDIS. But, Ten still has a place in my heart.
So, if the muse returns, so will I. But in the meantime, my IRL commitments are making it hard to write, and I don’t want you all to be waiting.
So, thank you all for everything. I love you all, and really appreciate my time here. I’m not gone forever; I’ll post more on AO3, and heck, maybe you’ll see my novel someday! A girl can dream, right? And if I do end up writing more with The Doc, you can bet it will end up here.
Still, thank you all for your patience, and for supporting me. You all helped me grow as a person and as a writer, and I remember my friendships here fondly, even if I’ve been a bit away from Tumblr as of late.
This is not a goodbye. One day, I will be back. But until then: Thanks for your support throughout the years here on this blog. It means more to me than you all could ever imagine.
seeing how shit goes down sometimes in america when there r people who are like 16 and like “hey i came out as trans 9 months ago, ive been on t for 6 months and im 1 month post op” and its all paid 4 by their parents im like…….like obvs im happy for them but im also very much like: hi can you go and do that somewhere else bc im going to have to wait literal years for any of that and it is getting! me! down!
ur my op on colors! pls senpai teach me ur ways how u pick dem colors they look so cool ><
THIS LITERALLY has been sitting in my inbox for months im So SOrry, i kept planning to make a tut and never did but i finally have a‘process’ postup sO I HOPE THIS HELPS THANK U SOMUCH IM SOSORRY FOR MAKING U WAIT;;.;; ur too kind
summary: For an unknown reason to you, Ashton seems to just hate everything about you. And you could probably say the same thing about him. Until one day when you decide to finally get the truth out of him and then things take a really unexpected turn, leading to some of Ashton’s most well hidden secrets.
if you’ve been following me for a long time, you know i am the worst at summaries lol
has always been one of your favorites. You like painting and drawing, it’s
one of your biggest passions. Although, since the beginning of high school, it
hasn’t been at the top of your list of favorite things to attend. There is only
one person that can actually take away the passion you have for art from you, and that
is none other than Ashton Irwin. You two have never liked each other. Thinking
about it, you don’t really have a clue why, he just always throws you these
dirty looks and rude remarks every time he gets the chance, so to say he doesn’t
like you is pretty obvious.
You share only one class together and it so happens that the teacher seated you two next
to each other. And lucky you, it’s art class, one of the only ones you
actually enjoy attending. But ever since you had to share a seat next to
Ashton, all of the fun in art kind of faded away. He never does anything the
teacher asks him to, never even touches a pencil or a brush. He is a
really weird kid, going against the rules probably thinking he’s cool, but he
really isn’t. He is going to fail at something as easy as art, only because
he’s being stubborn.
Summary: the reader is awoken in the middle of the night to a false fire alarm and is stuck outside her apartment building for a little while with her new, mysterious neighbor, Derek Hale
Note: I am extremely sorry for not posting! I’ve been having a bit of a hectic two months. I’m hoping to start updating this account more frequently and possibly start another writing account on the side for other fandoms once I get back on my feet again. Thank you to everyone who has sent me nice asks and fan mail complimenting my writing and asking how I am. You guys have literally made everything so much more bearable xoxo
“We don’t know what tripped the alarm, but there’s apparently no fire.” Mr. Stromm hesitantly reported, “We’re still waiting on the fire department to get here. We cannot re-enter the building until they’ve cleared it.”
“Awesome.” I grumbled quietly. No one took any notice of me; they were all too busy voicing their own complaints. I didn’t blame them. It was around two in the morning, butt-cold, and most of us have work in a few hours. This was the kind of set-back no one wanted on a Monday.
Sighing, I plopped down on the cement curb. The chill bit my tender skin, but the tree behind me provided shelter from the wind. I could tolerate it for a few minutes.
A tall figure sat down to my right. Studying my chipped toe nail polish, I murmured, “This sucks.”
I didn’t expect an answer. So when a gruff voice responded, “I’ve had far worse Mondays.” I sat up straighter. Cautiously, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I glanced over at my new companion.
He was the new guy down the hall from me that had moved in a few weeks ago. My friend Stacey lived directly across from him, and had told me all about him over lunch the other day.
“His name is Derek Hale,” she had revealed. “He’s from some small town called Beacon Hills.”
“How do you know all this?” I asked her. He didn’t seem like the type to fall for Stacey’s fake charm.
“The mailman accidentally gave me his mail, so I searched his name on Facebook.” She said it as if it were the obvious thing to do, as if she were proud. Then she sighed and propped her head on her hand. “He’s so dreamy.”
Stacey was right. Derek Hale was dreamy- if that was how you wanted to put it. I had my doubts at first, being that I had only had one look of him before now, and he had been scowling then. But now, under the street lights, I could see his brilliant eyes for the first time. Were they green? Hazel? I couldn’t tell. Derek Hale’s eyes were a kaleidoscope of woodsy colors.
His dark hair looked as though he had run his fingers through it several times, and his five o’clock shadow was extremely pronounced. He had a decent build. I tried not to look too terribly long, as he was in his boxers.
That’s when I remembered that I was only in panties and a thin camisole. I hugged my knees closer to my body as I asked, “Why do you say that?” Derek gave me a look that clearly said ‘duh.’ “Because I’ve had worse Mondays.”
“Oh.” Was my thought-provoking response. Cheeks burning, I quickly adverted my gaze from him. I felt like an idiot. Hell, he probably thought that I was an idiot. Oh well. It wouldn’t matter in a little while. We would go back inside when the apartment was deemed ‘safe,’ and I would more than likely never speak to him again. I doubted this insignificant conversation would cause him to want to get to know me.
“What’s your name?”
Confused, I squinted at Derek Hale. “Y/N.”
He hummed under his breath as he nodded his head in acknowledgment. “Derek.”
I nodded too, and then added, “You’re new, right?” It was obvious and stupid for me to say, but it was my pathetic attempt at continuing the conversation.
“Yes,” he licked over his lips. “I just moved in on the second.”
“How do you like it so far?” I sent him a kind smile.
Derek Hale smirked as he admired the building. He brought his attention back to me and remarked, “It’s promising.”
His answer was strange, but I didn’t question it. I felt like it had some sort of deeper meaning that I wasn’t supposed to know about. “That’s good.”
“Y/N?” I liked the way he said my name. “Do you know any good restaurants in town?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “There’s a few…” If I were Stacey, I’d ask him if he had a girl. But I’m not bold, so I didn’t ask why he wanted to know about decent restaurants at two in the morning.
“Good.” Derek Hale stood up. It was then I noticed that many people were re-entering the building. “Because I would like to take you out to dinner.”
Derek Hale looked at me in such a way that I no longer felt the cold. “I would like to take you to dinner.” He stated very clearly.
“Oh.” I tucked the same strand of hair behind my ear once again. “Then I would like to accompany you to dinner.”
a lot of you have followed me just in the last year, so you may not know the story of this photo. in august of 2014, ming-na posted this with a caption that talked about not being able to confirm or deny it’s meaning. of course, the theories began a’flyin. this photo was the birthplace of both the mayhunter and wardhunter crack ships. this was a time in the fandom when literally anyone could have been lance’s ex-wife. i waited patiently for the episode that this photo came from, to find out what it meant. HOWEVER. it never happened??? and now here we are FOURTEEN MONTHS LATER, and may and hunter are teaming up to go after ward. it’s finally relevant. the maywardhunter triangle rises from the ashes. i’m going to cry u guys. it’s gonna be great.
This week, I’m focusing on recent Thorki fics I’ve enjoyed the heck out of. Some WIP’s, some one-shots, some completed fics. Ready, set….go!!!
(FYI, I’m always looking for good Thorki fics, so please leave your suggestions in the comments!)
@umakoo’s “Reveal” : Umakoo’s fics are uniformly atmospheric, beautiful, and attention-grabbing, and this one is no exception. I was totally sucked into the premise and the Thor and Loki characterizations worked for me 100%. Sweet, sexy, and full of feels– I couldn’t ask for more!
Chrysalis by @teresa-dances-in-sequins: I have been IN PAIN for literally MONTHS waiting for this one to update! (No pressure. ;-) ) Red-hot combination of arrogant, asshole Thor who still manages to be sexy and kinda charming, and regal, proud Loki who is irrepressibly drawn to turning the tables. The chemistry is amazing, the sex scenes are wickedly hot, and the cliffhanger at the end of this recent chapter is KILLING ME!
Catwalk by @rynfinity: This one updates once a week, and it’s had me hooked from Chapter 1. The characterizations are spot-on, with Loki as a guarded and beautiful male model with a mysterious past; Thor is his estranged childhood love whose presence is threatening to up-end Loki’s carefully wrought life. Impeccably written, just like all of Rynfinity’s work, and worth a read!
Canvas by @thisdorkyblogthing: Perfect blend of creepy, mysterious, and sexy, and it’s really starting to get good. Loki as a very secretive and possibly very perverse artist, and Thor as his assistant who doesn’t know whether to run away or move closer. Thor should probably run the hell away right now, but then we wouldn’t get to enjoy such delicious porn now, would we?
PLEASE REPORT TUMBLR USER SEQUOYY HE IS POSTING MANT OF THE LEAKED PHOTOS/VIDEOS AND DESPITE MESSAGES THEYVE RECEIVED, ARE CONTINUING TO POST AND REBLOG THESE STOLEN PHOTOS AND REMEMBER NONE OF THEM WERE FOR ANY OF US TO SEE! IMAGINE SOMEONE HACKING INTO YOUR PHONE AND LEAKING YOUR PRIVATE PHOTOS ONLINE AND THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE WORLDWIDE IGNORED THE FACT YOU DIDNT GIVE PERMISSION AND STILL SELFISHLY SPREAD THE PHOTOS AROUND FOR PERVERTS TO JACK OFF TOO. THIS ASSHOLE LITERALLY CHANGED HIS URL AFTER I MADE A POST TELLING ALL OF YOU TO REPORT HIM AND SENT ME THIS MESSAGE CLAIMING HE WAS GOING TO RELEASE MANY MORE OF THE PHOTOS. THERE ARE PEOPLE ACTUALLY ASKING HIM FOR PHOTOS OF MINORS AND ONE YOUNG GIRL ON THE POST CONTAINING THE LIST OF NAMES OF THE WOMEN WHOSE NUDES HAVE BEEN STOLEN BUT HE HAS YET TO POST HAS ONLY BEEN AN ADULT FOR A FEW MONTHS SO HER NUDES ARE UNDOUBTEDLY GOING TO CONTAIN IMAGES OF A MINOR AND YET THERE ARE SO MANY CREEPY DUDES REFRESHING HIS BLOG WAITING FOR ALL OF THESE TO LEAK. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REPORT HIM HIS BLOG NEEDS TO BE SHUT DOWN.
i got impatient and couldn’t wait til 4k to post a thing so here have a lil tidbit of cheating!fic bc it’s literally been a month.
But then her eyes drift over to their closed door and she notices that Laura’s jacket is still hanging from the hook there. So is her umbrella. Carmilla bites down on her bottom lip. She knows Laura’s angry, at her especially, but it’s pouring out there and maybe she should call her. Make sure she’s safe. Carmilla reaches for her phone. She thumbs through her contact list until she hovers over ‘Annoying Roommate’. She pretends she doesn’t feel her hand shaking as she presses the call button and she holds her phone up to her ear. She digs her fingernails hard into her knee as she listens to the dial tone. She releases when it goes to voicemail. She thinks about hanging up, pretending she’d never called at all, but the missed call would show up anyway, what would a voicemail hurt? She listens to Laura’s cheery voice and something in her aches. She wishes she were still just across the room where she could reach out and touch her. Grab her by the wrist and pull her flush against her chest. Tangle her fingers in her hair and press their lips together. Her bottom lip quivers and the beep sounds. She clears her throat. “Hey. It’s raining. Which I’m sure you know. I don’t know where you went. You’re probably with Danny, confessing our little indiscretion, but uh. You forgot your coat. And your umbrella. So I hope you’re not getting soaked.” Carmilla pauses. “I don’t know why I’m even calling, you made it very clear earlier that you don’t want to talk to me. Which is whatever. You can be mad at me all you want but we both did this.” She stops again. “Just. You should come get your coat. So you don’t freeze to death. Bye.” She hangs up and tosses her phone face down on her bed.