i have no idea what to do today

12 weeks today!

I’m so impatient to be PREGNANT. You know, really pregnant. The past few days I haven’t felt pregnant other than my boobs hurting.

I loved being super pregnant. Of course it was uncomfortable and had many downsides, but I really truly enjoyed it. I’m ready to be showing.


And sidenote, thanks everyone for giving me your opinions on announcing a baby’s name! I still have no idea what I’ll do ☺️ lol

anonymous asked:

Do you think fundies read here or on free jinger sometimes to see what is said about them?? i was just thinking this because there was this discussion about Evan (Carlin boyfriend) dont having a job just yesterday, and today he casually mentions he is at his job in his instagram. Maybe its a coincidence.

There have been a few instances, where something like that happened. But with the many restrictions the kids grow up and believe, I don’t think the kids would think it was a good idea to follow us or the threads on FJ. BUT apparently some of Anna Keller Duggar’s siblings (one’s that left the cult) used to read and even post there IIRC. (Annie)

I know everyone’s always talking about Bucky having a mass freak out when he finds out all the dumb shit Steve’s been doing while he was gone but at the same time I feel like the next time Steve jumps out of a plane with no parachute every single other avenger is gonna freak out while Bucky’s just standing there like

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thewonderinglibrarian  asked:

Yo Thomas, for some reason both the like and reblog buttons have vanished from your posts? I don't have any idea what's going on but thought you should know!

Yeah, I’ve heard. It seems to only be affecting certain blogs such as yours. I’m doing my best to contact tumblr about the issue! Sorry for this inconvenience! I’m in between this and prepping for the hurricane, so I’m a little all over the place today!

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“We began as strangers not knowing anything about each other, but we knew that we were all in this journey together. Back then, we didn’t know what the future had in store for us, but throughout the years we grew stronger. We became more than just a group, now we’re partners, we’re friends, and most importantly, family. Just as we didn’t know where we would be today years ago, we have no idea where we’ll be years down the road. But one thing is certain, no matter where we are, what we do, who we will become, we will always be f(x)

💜We love you, we miss you and we will wait for you, for as long as we need to.💜
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Drunk/Tired Lance College Headcanons

He’s pretty much that Drunk Girl™ post personified.

  • Found Allura crying because she missed her dad and home so he brought her a sweater and a kitten and threatened to beat up whoever made her cry.
  • Interrupted a conversation some girls were having and apologized profusely about it but he just had to say how bomb her highlight looked
  • Was worried Hunk wasn’t eating well due to exams and finals so at 3 am he cooked him a three course meal and made his favorite homemade snack just like Hunk’s mom used to make them (Hunk is pretty much wtf since Lance only seems to know how to make simple stuff and even burned water once)
  • Shiro found him swaddled and buried in blankets or pillows while he was tired but still trying to stay awake and tried to give him that Disappointed Dad Look™ but he just glared at him saying “I’ve seen better disappointed looks from my dog, try again.”
  • Lance usually overthinks things but oddly enough if he’s drunk or tired enough everything is super simple?
    • Pidge: What the hell is wrong with this code???? I’ve re-calibrated it like six times and it still won’t verify anything?!?!!?
    • Lance looking over at it upside down from where he’s laying on the couch all awkward like and what should be physically impossible: Move that 6 and letter A on line 4 to line 5 and move that dash to the right about 3 spaces.
    • Pidge:
    • Pidge:
    • Pidge: What the fuck 
  • There was one time a professor tried to call Lance out…one time
    • Professor: Lance since you’re so obviously engaged in this discussion and no one else can seem to find the answer can you explain this theory for us?
    • Lance having stayed up till 4am when it’s now 7 o’clock: I could if this was even the chapter you had assigned to us to look at and said we would be discussing today, but I mean you’re either going to say well done and try to make it seem like you were testing us when in reality you had no damn idea and was gonna continue teaching like you knew what the fuck you were talking about or you’re going to try to make me look dumb with your pirate looking ass but by all means do what you do.
    • He promptly passed the fuck out right after.
    • The professor stopped calling on him after that.
  • If Lance is tired enough he literally gives no fucks…at all. He’s trying to go home back to sleep, not deal with anyone’s bullshit today.
    • Lance holding Keith by the collar: Keith no, you can’t fight him today, I’m tired and I want to go home and sleep. why are you trying to fight him anyway.
    • Keith: He was talking shit about my mom
    • Lance rolling his sleeves up: You stay the fuck here I’m kicking his greasy ass myself.
    • They had to get Shiro to pick them both up.
    • Lance and Keith: DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!!!!!
    • Shiro: What the hell did you two do? And Lance why is your lip busted?
    • Lance: The other guy’s going to need an ambulance okay I’m fine, just drive the fuck away now! I think dude’s girlfriend called the cops.
    • Shiro: What the fucking-
    • Shiro tries to be mad but those two are in the backseat asleep and cuddling so he thinks he can let this slide just once.
    • He doesn’t wake them up when he gets in the driveway so like the shit brother he is he leaves them in the car.
    • He waits until it’s 12 at night before setting off the car alarm.
  • Lance just compliments anyone and everyone when he’s super tired.
    • He’ll say how nice and what a good friend Hunk is.
    • Makes Pidge a flower crown like he does for his nieces and nephews
      • Pidge: Where the fuck did you get the flowers? The campus is literally fake grass and the park is at least 10 miles away. You haven’t even left the dorm what the fuck?
      • Lance: Shhhh hush, now you’re the prettiest girl in town with a flower crown
      • Pidge: What was I before?
      • Lance: Prettiest girl in town duh
    • Does the most badass and elegant braids and styles for Allura’s hair but most of the time he’s not even conscious for it and when she shows up with her hair done up he asks her who she went to and she says him and he just sits there having an epiphany for a solid ten minutes every time looking at his hands like they’ve saved lives.
    • He told Coran he was the best uncle ever and the man has not stopped crying about it. Had the quote printed and framed, it’s hung up on the wall for everyone to see.
    • Shiro was asleep so he just got tape, put strips of it on his prosthetic arm (Don’t write on someone’s arm permanently that’s rude) and used the strips to write out small compliments and doodle nice things like flowers and kittens. Shiro wants to be made about but like…it’s not even permanent and he keeps finding a new doodle every few minutes like a easter egg hunt so it keeps him entertained.
    • Saw Keith was sad one time, went out at 11 at night to an old family friend that lived out near where he was, came back with kittens he newly adopted from family friend and just dumped about 3 kittens on Keith.
      • Keith: Lance what the fuck
      • Lance: Pretty people shouldn’t be sad and you’re like the prettiest so that’s pretty much against the federal law??? And kittens are like happiness personified. Keep them, I can’t take them back.
      • He passed the fuck out right after that too.
      • Keith with kittens in his lap: What the fuck
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One more Long Exposure fan Comic, a shorty this time and I’ve is drawn Jonas so I’m satisfied, I’m done now 😂

Only thing I could think u’d get for an aspiring marine biologist that doesn’t like stolen sh*t while on a budget of buck all. Kinda an exceptionally sappy take on picking flowers. Hmmm.

The only reason this was done so soon after the last is because Joeys Birthday was not a negotiable dead line so this isn’t a regular thing, I got other stuff I need draw 😆. But honestly just go read the original comic @longexposurecomic it’s so good, and they update quiet regularly. I might also recommend if you’d like more head canons to check out @mitjo and also @textsbetweensellwoodhigh (so much fun to read, good way to chill out).

And definitely go check out @smokeplanet on twitter and tumblr, especially today for the Wagner birthday, go see what they actually got from their friends and family (hopefully not a jar of bloody shells. I’m putting my money on socks, can never go wrong with socks)

On a slightly different note I did say I’d do another Solangelo fan comic but inspirations running a touch dry in that department and I don’t want to do a half baked job of it so it may be a while before any more fan comics are made (although this will be the last Long exposure fan comic). I have no idea what my next fan comic will be if any. 

I needa work on my background, i want to draw more Nordic coasts so a couple of those may be posted but probably not cause currently they’re awkward looking things.

That’s me done,

Take care of yourselves 

and to Mars if you see this, Good Luck and be good to yourself.

Yet another from this long list of prompts, completely unprompted.

Number Twelve: “I’m pregnant.”


The text came in at 7:17am, and in the mean time, Stiles had made his way through four and a half breakdowns, all of them for different reasons.

Number One: Male werewolves could get pregnant, and tying into that:

Number Two: Derek had never found it relevant to their two year relationship to share this fun fact. That didn’t say much as to his thoughts on their future together, which stung.

Number Three: Stiles was going to be a father at twenty-four.

Number Four: Just the night before, with Derek in Argentina visiting Cora, Stiles ate a dinner of Cheetos, plain microwaved hotdogs wrapped in bread, and four beers before passing out on the couch with the tv remote in his hand. He was not ready to be a father.

Number Five (still ongoing, more or less halfway through): They were going to have to move because no amount of corner guards or stupid little outlet plugs could childproof the loft. The door to the kitchen was literally a jagged hole in a brick wall. Stiles caught his shins on it regularly, they were always a mess of scabs and bruises.

Actually his entire body was a mess of scabs and bruises, because that was his life now, had been since sophomore year: fighting off the forces of supernatural evil.

Too bad he couldn’t childproof his life.

Oh god, they were going to have to move out of Beacon Hills. Away from the pack.

Nothing was stable in Beacon Hills, it had been eight years of panic and anxiety and near deaths and actual deaths. They couldn’t bring a baby into their current lives, Stiles wouldn’t even bring an adult into this hellhole. Who was trained in firearms. With combat experience.

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today is a sacred day, the day of our lord and saviour Mary Shelley’s birth: so, in celebration, i want you to think to yourself ‘WWMSD?’ (what would mary shelley do) and try to emulate her perfection. here are some ideas:

1) have a crisis about the god-like advances of modern science.

2) make out (or preferably, have sex) on a dead relatives grave. 

3) or carry around your husbands head in a velvet bag. 

4) create the sci-fi genre cause you were bored of listening to your husband and his boyfriend have sex.

5) be like, super goth. invent goth.

Do That Again And I Might Just Forgive You (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)(Slight smut)

Hey guys! Fourth imagine here on Tumblr! Yay! I had a lot of ideas for this one so I hope you enjoy my top pick. Don’t forget to leave prompts, questions, suggestions, and ideas in my inbox! Requests are always welcome! Love you guys! Hollanders for the win <3

- Xoxo K



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Warnings: More that slight smut but not full blown. Mostly just heavy make out sessions, mentions of sex, and the beginning to a smut. (I might write the smutty ending to this prompt but idk yet. Tell me if you want me to.)
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He ditched you once again, but this time it wasn’t just another date, it was Homecoming. You knew your boyfriend Peter was Spider-Man and you knew he had to save the city and all, so it didn’t really bother you all that much. However, Peter didn’t know that. He felt really bad every time he ditched and this time, he felt even worse. You were walking down the hallway trying to get to your locker when you heard your name being called. “Y/N!” That voice belonged to none other than Peter Parker. You turned around and saw the boy trying to get to you as fast as he could without bumping into anyone. So far he was doing a really bad job of that, mumbling a quiet “sorry” every now and then until he finally reached you. “Y/N” he said, slightly out of breath. “Yes, Peter?” You asked, giggling slightly. “I-I brought you these,” Peter said, pulling out a bag of Skittles, your favorite (If you don’t like Skittles I’m sorry, but I’m a taste the rainbow kinda girl… I encourage everyone to taste the rainbow). “Awww. Pete, you didn’t have to do this.” You sighed, happily. “I did though… I feel really bad.” Peter said, sadness in his eyes. You looked down at the skittles and then back up at Peter wondering if you could get something more intimate as apology from Peter, so you pulled out the guilt trip just to mess with him. “Peter, I’m sure we can make it up some how…” you trailed off. “I mean, nothing will be as unforgettable as Homecoming but…” Peter’s eyes locked with yours and he suddenly got an idea. “Unforgettable?” Peter spoke. “Alright.” Peter leaned in and kissed you with so much fire and passion, it would make anyone envious. His lips moved on yours like they had only one other time, the night he came to your window all battered and bruised and told you he was Spider-Man. Emotion was running wild in the kiss and in the midst of it all, you dropped the skittles to move your hands to his hair. Neither of you cared that you were in the hallway. In fact, it wasn’t until the morning announcements started, that you two even realized where you still were. You both pulled apart, your lips slightly pinker from the kiss. “Will you forgive me, Y/N?” Peter asked hopefully, hands still around your waist. Still in a sort of daze from the kiss, you looked up at him. He chuckled at your slight confusion, bringing you back from “Planet Peter” as your friends called it. “What?” You asked Peter. “I said,” Peter said, chuckling again. “Will you forgive me?” You looked smirked slightly, looking to the ground before turning your eyes up to meet his. Leaning into his ear, you whispered, “Do that again and I might just forgive you.” Peter’s jaw clenched as soon as the words left your mouth. When you pulled away from his ear, he looked into your eyes and was about to lean in, but you pulled away from him quickly causing him to shoot you a confused look. You leaned down, not breaking eye contact, to pick up your bag of Skittles off the ground. When you came back up, the words that left your mouth were like silk. Running your hand down Peter’s chest to his abs, you felt him tense. “If you want it Parker,” you say smirking seductively, moving your hand to place your finger under his chin. “You’ll have to come and catch me” You say, wiggling the bag of Skittles in your hand before taking off down the hall. Peter wasted no time in taking off after you. Oh boy… were you going to forgive him alright ;)

~ Extended Ending ~

“So you got detention…” You heard the voice of Captain America on the TV set. Peter was sitting next to you and you shot him a look of complete and utter boredom. Yeah… maybe making Peter that horny wasn’t a good idea because now you’re both in detention. “Sorry.” Peter whispered to you. You smirked slightly. “It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You smirked even wider. “I think we’ve both done enough of that today.” He blushed slightly and looked down at his desk. He looked back up at you with a smirk now. “Hey, Y/N?” You looked towards Peter. “Yeah?” You replied, still in a whisper. Peter nudged his head towards the teachers desk where the gym teacher was now asleep. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Peter smirked. You have him a look back. “No. Peter! We already got caught! Do you want to risk it again?!” You whisper yelled to Peter. You couldn’t deny the way you still wanted him though and you gave in to the mischief. “Let’s go!” You said quickly. Peter’s smirk got impossibly miser and you got up first. When you reached the bathroom, you shot Peter a text to let him know you were waiting. Not even a second later, Peter was out the door, running down the hall as fast as he could. As soon as he was through the door, his lips were on yours. The excitement at thought of what was about to happen, reaching your core before his fingers even did.

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Sometimes I’ll be at work and won’t be able to get out of a brain fog. I can’t speak for everyone, but when I get this way I have trouble understanding, paying attention, retaining information, and acting on orders. This is not a great mental state to be in while at work- where all of those things are important. People get frustrated if you ask them to repeat things several times, and often it’s not a great idea to just wing it. There is also a factor of shame that comes with responding to orders with ‘huh?’


Here are a few phrases that I have learned over the years to help with communication when I’m dealing with this:


  • My memory is playing tricks on me today- can you repeat what you wanted me to do?
  • I am having trouble conceptualizing what you’re saying. Can you show me?
  • I didn’t process what you said, can you repeat it?

The pattern here is:

  • Address that the problem is on my end. 
  • Recognize that I do want to do the task
  • Request additional help. 

While not everyone will understand a bad brain day, most people will understand that sometimes senses are not reliable all of the time. This kind of formula for communicating has helped me build a positive relationship with my co-workers.