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anonymous asked:

Love love LOVE your blog! Would love to see drugstore dupes for high end skin care!

Good suggestion! I’ll try to keep that in consideration when I try/find affordable skin care that reminds me of a more expensive alternative. 

I just bought some Korean gel eye masks, 60 for only $10 so i’ll let you guys know if those are comparable to more pricey eye masks because those can get really expensive..

I know sleeping masks are really popular right now, they’re sort of like ultra hydrating night time moisturizers. I love, love the Origins Drink Up Overnight Mask, leaves my skin SO soft and supple. The CosRx Nourishing Rice Overnight Spa Mask is really similar! CosRx is an affordable Korean brand.

Another favorite product of mine is the Tata Harper Resurfacing Mask, it just makes your skin look so much better like you just had a facial. Everything is smoother, brighter, any acne I had is much smaller. A similar mini peel mask is the Vichy Double Glow Peeling Mask. Vichy, a french pharmacy brand is now sold at Target and Ulta! This mask is more than 50% less then the Tata Harper version, both chemical exfoliating masks. 

The Loreal Hydra Genius Daily Liquid Care Extra Dry Skin reminds me a lot of the Peter Thomas Roth Water Drench Hyaluronic Cloud Cream and Belif True Cream Aqua Bomb. All of these moisturizers feel incredibly lightweight and absorb really quickly while still feeling like your skin just drank 3 liters of water. The Loreal Hydra Genius has loads of aloe water and hyaluronic acid, great for all skin types.

Shea Moisture and Physician’s Formula makes a pure Argan Oil for anyone who loves the Josie Maran Argan Oil

work thoughts

again, got a kind of buildup from the past few weeks so here we go

-on the back of our bakery case at the cafe is a note reminding us that the zucchini nut muffins have walnuts on top and the better morning muffins have pecans–except that whoever wrote it has spelled zucchini “zuzzicini”.  I’m not here to mock anyone’s spelling skills, I just like saying it. zuzzicini.

-I also have written on this sheet of paper: “the weeds will inherit the earth”.  I dunno if this is the start of an unfinished poem or what. can’t remember. :I

-concept: Ludo’s Broken Bride EP with Magnus Burnsides.

-I went looking for the origin of the exclamation “P.U.!”/”Pee-yew!”/”Phee-yew!” and wiktionary says it’s a stretched-out version of “phew!”.  seems solid, I guess.

-y’know that thing where one song gets stuck in your head but it turns into another one every time you hit a certain line?  I can never think of ‘em off the top of my head but I remembered this one: Jiminy Cricket’s “I’m No Fool” turning into “Skip Along Tippy Toes”–yes, these are from CDs/casettes I used to listen to as a small child.

-who the hell sang the disney silly songs collection?! multiple artists obvs but…there doesn’t seem to be a list anywhere??

-you can let yourself feel bad about things you’ve done without hating yourself.  I mean, it’s really hard but I think it helps?  like thinking objectively through an argument or conversation you’ve had instead of being too scared to examine it and see that maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought. sometimes you just gotta do that stuff and feel REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE and then you feel better.

-does coffee taste the way it smells to anyone?

-in the mornings at work I’ve started stretching my legs/giving them a little activity by…tightening and re-tying my shoelaces?  putting one foot up on a shelf and leaning down to re-do the laces actually feels really good.  //shrug

-there’s a church we pass on the way to our apartment from the parents’ house that had this on its sign: “the best part of waking up is jesus in your cup”

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Fairy Tail Chapter 520 Review

Alright guys here’s chapter 520: Dragon or Demon

So our cover page is actually pretty cute. I like the caption of “the reason to travel…” and hey we have lucy wearing Natsu’s scarf.

So we start off where we ended the last chapter, with dead Irene. We should probably leave this scene before readers remember last chapter and come at Mashima with ruthless aggression.

Umm Bull crap Erza. You are not okay, you happen to have all the bones in your body broken and a sword wound. If any other character was in this situation they’d probably be screming at wendy to heal them. Oh wait she’s not any other character no she’s Erza.

Actually now that I realize it, does any member of team Natsu aside Erza know he died. Kinda crappy to not tell every one that but then again you were dragged into a fight with an extremely powerful character so probably not the best time to bring it up.

So we get to what this chapter is all about and we have Igneel talking to Natsu about the demon and dragon seed.

Honestly I like Igneel doing this. Whenever natsu is getting too self centered have Igneel smack him out of it. Honestly its one of the things I like about this chapter. Also Igneel explains it’s the fusion of the seeds that causes this death flag, so he should just choose one.

Okay here’s a scene I honestly like. The idea is just choose one path to take and decide what power he wants. It’s honestly not bad.

And I like his answer. The idea of him only being a human is one that I really like. Now here’s problem, pacing. All of this feels way too fast. We’ve had this whole time for Natsu to learn something for himselfand at that point he should start thinking toward all that. I don’t mind the answer but I mind that Natsu answered way too fast. It’s not hard and we’ll see that not that much else happens in this chapter so play up the drama and have Natsu contemplate everything then have this be the end of the chapter.

Umm Igneel as a father there really shouldn’t be a right answer for you to determine. It should be natsu confidence in his choice that you should appreciate.

Another scene I like but a problem I have is this feels too fast. Have more emotional bonding time with Igneel then this departure will mean a lot more.

Um He’s awake but here’s my probem, is his death cured? I know the whole point was to find the cause of his death but all that build up around it and we get another fake out. I know it’s FT and no main character actually dies but you already had the magic tumor thing going, doing that again is really dumb and kills more interest.

And here we have the whole reason why some will say this chapter is great. Okay apparently Hiro doesn’t seem to remember the shit he got from GMG when he had naked lucy and people raised some hell on his twitter for it. Well apparently this is totally different cause she got to keep her underwear. Okay only the bottom half.

Again my problem with this chapter right here. This conversation of how he’s END but how he chose being human should not take one panel. Lucy is your best friend, talk to her like a friend would in this situation. Lucy What reasoning? At most Natsu gave you a summary.

And here’s another problem with this chapter, these universe one pages are a waste. I get they are trying to establish that Irene is dead and the world is going back to normal but with a chapter about Natsu’s choice there really shouldn’t be 7 pages dedicated to other stuff.

Okay I’m including this panel because damn that’s some nice artwork.

Our chapter ends with natsu proclaiming he’ll make it to Fairy Tail. Okay first off was the “strongest bond” your friends or your dad. Again here’s the issue of going to fast, I can’t tell if there is actual growth on screen or just reaffirmation pf already learned lessons.

And with the next chapter called the strongest mage, all I can hope and pray for is Gildart vs August.

So post chapter follow up: This was a rushed and lazy chapter. I felt like this was a lot of stuff Hiro wanted to cover but didn’t want to work on it for very long because then he couldn’t get closer to the end as fast.

So pros of the chapter all the ideas are nice. I came into this chapter really excited because the Natsu plot is one I was very interested to see resolved. A lot of the ideas of being human triumphing over others is a little cheesy but one I find very endearing.

But on to the cons, this chapter was too damn fast. I like these ideas but the reason they are effective is you devote time to them. Rushing past them is not going to have the same effect as immersing yourself in the same drama your character is going through. So through out this chapter I given very hollow versions of conversations that I would really want to see. Another thing is this chapter just reminded me how pointless Universe one was. I said I’ll make a “10 things that ruined this arc” list or some variation of that and you sure as hell better believe that’ll be on there. And another thing is the death fake out. I’m not against it being solve and Natsu is the MC so of course he won’t die but don’t throw away this moment as if it means nothing, please play up the drama give us big imagery and revelations of why this is happening. Don’t zoom past it.

Final Verdict: 4/10

  • Just lazy
  • Too Rushed
  • It would’ve been average but so many of these great drama points are glossed over and that really burns me up.
MAYEM: The Sinner In Me Pt. 5


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“Well we’re having it in that cave with smiley, right? He can’t get there.”

“Oh, right!” Kid said. “…we should be sure to warn Smiley first, though. I don’t think he’s used to a bunch of people.”

“Yeah, good idea. Now might be a good time to write down who we’re inviting so we don’t forget too.” He said, writing down Smiley first, as well as making a note that having it in his cave would be nice.

“The boys, Voidkid, Alphys, uh…”

“The grandpa gaster,” Kid said after a moment. “He seemed nice.”

“Right, right.” Goop said, writing him down.

… He kept thinking of Twitchy, and how that bastard would have loved this shit. But he swallowed those thoughts down as best he could.

“We could offer it to those two that lived together? Although they’ll probably turn it down.”

Kid had thought about them, but… hadn’t really mentioned it.

He nodded slowly all the same.

“…yeah, we might as well. Since, uh, we still haven’t repaired their wall.” … “Or their tv.”

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Sansukh Re-read Ch.2

Okay, posting of chapter 2 ended up being delayed, because I had to run to the store and then crashed after I got home (getting up at four, five, and then six in the morning for three consecutive days will do that to you). Good news is, it’s a new day and I have very little that I need to do, so I can indulge in one of my favorite hobbies (reading, it’s tied with writing for first place), and squeal some more over this amazing story :)

Dwarrows centuries-dead greeted him, and as his sight returned he occasionally found himself brought up short by a familiar face or a vague family resemblance. Surely that was a Durin nose – surely those were the family ears! He walked around in a haze of recognition and bewilderment.

Kind of reminds me of one of my thoughts about the afterlife. If there’s something after death, will you get to see /all/ your family? Even people related to you but you’ve never met? No wonder poor Thorin’s confused, especially after how sudden his death was. Fíli and Kíli seem to be bouncing back a little faster, but they are younger and they don’t have as much grief and guilt as Thorin does, even if they’ve got their fair share.

Thorin’s grandmother, Queen Hrera, fussed and tutted over him more than she ever had as a young dwarfling. It took all his patience to refrain from reminding her that he was in fact older than her now, and had more white in his hair and beard than she had ever managed. Not that she would have listened, anyhow. The women of his family had always been even more mulish than the men. Fíli and Kíli smirked a lot whenever she managed to corral him and tweak his cheek.

He had his revenge when Hrera descended on them in turn and promptly began to plait Kíli’s hair.

Another OC I love? Hrera. Prim, proper, and still completely able to put you in your place if need be. Likely while sitting and sipping tea while her family looked on in amusement because they know better. She reminds me a little of the dwarf version of Queen Clarisse, so I love that too, but there’s just a lot about Hrera that’s amazing. Especially as the story goes on, and we see more of her (like her reactions to learning about Dís and Durin Bomfrísul and her interactions with Radagast).

A Dwarf with a multitude of honey-coloured braids and a puckish, mischievous face came near, and Thorin’s mouth opened on a soft intake of breath. Then he grabbed the Dwarf’s shoulders and drew him into a rough embrace. “Víli.”

His brother-in-law silently pressed their foreheads together. “Thank you for raising them,” said Víli son of Vár. “Thank you for being there when I could not.”

Thorin fumbled for Víli’s hand and grasped it tightly. “They are the best of my life,” he said, and Víli’s eyebrows rose and the ghost of the impish grin that had captured Dís’ heart passed over his lips.

I’ve read a lot of stories that reference Dís’ husband, some who I like more than others, but Víli is one of my favorites. He’s the perfect compliment to Dís, especially at the time of her life when they’d met, and it’s easy to see that Fíli and Kíli inherited more than just some of his looks, even if they wouldn’t know that until they joined him. Also, imagining Víli watching over Dís, Fíli, and Kíli all their lives, desperately wanting to be able to join them, to comfort them when they’re upset and join in on the laughter during the good times? Recipe for tears.

His cousins Náin and Fundin, both Burned Dwarves of Azanulbizar, instantly crowded him with enthusiastic pleas for news of their sons. Though Mahal had mentioned that any Dwarf in the Halls could watch over their kin at any time, it appeared that the immediacy of his tales was greatly appreciated and sought after. Though it tore at his heart, Thorin told them all that he could remember. His old cousin Farin, father to Fundin and Gróin, was quiet and calm, a smile tugging at his lips as he listened to the stories of his four heroic grandsons of the Company – Balin, Dwalin, Óin and Glóin.

Gróin was the worst of the lot, however. He was so proud of his grandson he was likely to explode, and asked Fíli and Kíli for any tales of their young playfellow at any and every opportunity. At these times, Thorin would take the opportunity to slip away and explore.

Gróin reminds me a lot of Glóin, unsurprisingly. They’re both so proud of their family that it isn’t even funny. And Thorin knows enough from being around Glóin for awhile to know that slipping away is a good idea. I can’t really blame him, though, since he hasn’t really gotten to interact with Gimli and it’s been years since he’s seen either of his sons. Things like this, and like Víli’s story, are why you’ll be wishing for deaths on a Game of Thrones magnitude, alright? Because they’re all able to be together with their loved ones when they’re dead (except for poor Narvi and Kíli). This story takes ‘death is but the next great adventure’ to a whole new height.

It was all a mystery to Thorin. Where were the Halls located? Aman, yes, obviously -but where? Were these great mines and workshops located in the Halls of Mandos, the Doomsman of the Valar? Or did the Dwarves bide their long years of waiting within the mountains of Mahal, their maker?

And for that matter - whence came the wood for the forges? Where the cloth for the clothes? Where the food for the meals? No Dwarf could tell him, and most seemed grudgingly resigned to never knowing. Thorin’s temperament was not well-suited to such mysteries, and he began to eye each meal suspiciously until his mother told him to stop it and eat.

Can’t blame Thorin for that. I’d be curious too, although I’d probably be in the grudgingly resigned camp before too long. I’d work myself up too much otherwise. Good thing Frís is able to get him to stop worrying about it for the moment.

Thorin gave his brother a quick glance. Frerin’s normally merry face was solemn, his bright blue eyes dark. He noticed Thorin’s regard and the corner of his mouth twitched ruefully. “I spent a lot of time here,” he said, “sitting upon that bench. That one just over there. I watched you and Dís and Dwalin and Balin, watched you all grow older. Older, and harder… and colder.” He swallowed hard, and tugged absently at his forked beard. “Mother and I nearly broke down when you finally smiled again after Fíli’s birth. We’d almost forgotten what it looked like.”

It must have been painful, watching his family and friends change so much, getting so closed off, so worried and stressed and angry, and not being able to do anything at all about it. Again, things like this are why people advise you to stock up on tissues before re-reading this. The happy ending’s coming, but there’s a lot of angst they have to work through first.

“You bloody fool,” Dwalin sighed, and scrubbed at his face before standing awkwardly and making his way with careful steps to a shelf. There he pulled down a flask, tore out the cork with his teeth, and took a long swig.

“Somehow I don’t think that will help, brother,” came another familiar voice. Thorin whirled to see Balin in the doorway, his white hair covered by a filthy bandage and part of his magnificent beard cut close to reveal a nasty, jagged cut along his cheek and jaw. “And I’m fairly certain it wasn’t in Óin’s orders.”

“He’s got his medicines, I’ve got mine,” Dwalin growled, and took another sip.

Knowing Óin, that might have actually been in his orders. Yeah, you’re not supposed to drink when you’re injured, but Dwalin’s stubborn enough that he probably wouldn’t have accepted any normal pain relief, if they had it to spare, and considering that Óin gets blindingly drunk later on, it seems to be his way of dealing with emotional pain. Drink first, deal with it after the headache goes away. So, he probably would have realized that Dwalin needed it to help him? Not that Balin’s wrong, Dwalin needs to be talking about it instead of bottling everything up and drinking alone, but I’m thinking that Óin’s so busy that he wouldn’t have even lectured Dwalin if he’d found out.

Thorin closed his eyes, and when next they opened he was looking out at a hall covered in a sea of sluggish bodies. The hundreds upon hundreds of wounded were filling the air with their groans and cries, and Thorin bit down on a cry of his own as he saw the carnage the orcs had wrought.

Óin looked exhausted. His curled braids were frayed and his eyes were deep black pits in his sunken face. Glóin, Dori and Bilbo moved around him with mechanical movements, washing the wounded, feeding them, boiling water and smearing ointment on injuries. In a corner in a great rotted chair sat Nori, tearing cloth to make bandages. His left leg came to a shocking stop below his knee, and a metal peg – obviously Bofur’s work – sat half-finished beside him. Amongst the beds trudged Óin, drooping and ceaseless, his hands never still as he stitched and cut and wrapped. None of them spoke.

The ugly side of war that no one ever talks about. Even if it’s something like this, life or death battling against the orcs, that doesn’t mean that there will be no casualties. I mean, I love reading stories where all the good guys survive without any sort of injury as much as the next person, but this is a far more realistic look at it.

Dori’s face sagged, though his voice was brisk. “Yes indeed we will, Mister Glóin. This time, however, I’ll do it. Your sewing is atrocious, if you’ll pardon me saying.”

“I’m a banker, not a weaver,” Glóin retorted.

Oh Dori.

Dáin watched him go with weariness written all over his face, before turning back to the Elf. “Forgive him, Prince Legolas,” he said. “He suffered at the hands of your… hospitality, shall we call it? And later, of course, it seemed that Men and Elves alike would happily clamber over their corpses in order to steal that which rightfully belongs to our people. Dwarves do not quickly forget an injustice.”

Dáin might be better at using tact than Thorin, but he’s not going to just lie back and let anyone walk over him. Honestly, I love Dáin so much, and this fic only added to my mental image of him.

“Durin’s hammer and tongs,” Frerin whispered. “Did he… do you think he can…”

“I told you,” Thorin said thickly, “Mahal gave me a gift. They will sense my words in their deepest minds.”

Frerin stared at him.

“I know.” Thorin closed his eyes. “I am unworthy.”

“Not that,” Frerin said. “You must watch what you say! This is a power no Dwarf should have.”

Thorin frowned. “Why? They cannot hear my words as you do.”

“You could influence them without their knowing,” Frerin said, his bright youthful face unusually serious. “You must be careful, Thorin. They could act without knowledge of their actions.”

Opening his mouth to retort, Thorin abruptly recalled the subtle power of the gold and his desperate determination to see the treasures of his people safe in Dwarven hands. Troubled, he turned back to Dáin. “Aye.”

I was waiting for someone to say it, and Frerin didn’t disappoint in the slightest.

Dís blinked back her tears, and her hand tightened about the crushed message. “That prideful fool,” she rasped, her voice harsh with weeping.

“Aye,” Thorin said, and smiled through a fresh storm of shame. “A prideful fool who loves you. Though I die, that will never change. No veil of death can stop it.”

“Nothing ever stopped him,” she said, and buried her face in her hands once more. “Why did he never stop?”

“Line of Durin, sister,” he said, and swallowed roughly. “A proud… family trait.”

“Damn the Line of Durin to the nethermost pits of Moria,” she hissed into her palms, and her voice began to rise with barely-contained anguish. “Damn our line, and damn our pride, and damn our name, and damn our blind, wilful madness! Let the dragon have Erebor if it would bring them back to me! I would have them here! How am I to go on alone? My sons are gone! My brother gone! Our line is spent and I am alone!” She whirled and took up a cup on her dresser and flung it against the wall with a cry of rage and misery.

“You will go on,” said Thorin. “You will, daughter of Kings, best of sisters. You are as stubborn as the rest of us.”

She collapsed across her bed, and her tears began anew. Thorin stood and sighed.

I’m going to be saying this a lot, but poor Dís. Her husband, parents, brother and grandparents have been gone for years, and now her sons and only living sibling are gone as well and she’ll feel like she’s all alone. It’s around this point (if it didn’t already happen back when Víli was introduced), that you’ll hope that Dís joins her family soon. Instead, she lives a fairly long life, but she’s got a star to light up the darkness of her post-war life (yes, I know, I’m not even remotely subtle).

Thorin watched the young Dwarf work for a moment longer, noting the mechanical movements and the dogged persistence that kept one foot stepping in front of the other. “The lad is mourning his playfellows, and seeks to exhaust himself with work rather than weep,” he said.

“I have wept long enough,” Gimli muttered to himself. “Aye, and loudly too! Work is what is needed. Work will tire my mind and keep my thoughts quiet.”

“Thorin!” Frerin’s eyes widened in astonishment. “He hears you!”

“He hears me well, even more clearly than Dáin or Dís,” Thorin said slowly, and he tilted his head as he studied his youngest cousin further. Gimli laced his fingers and made the knuckles crack loudly, and then he hefted a sawn tree-round to the block and unslung a wood-axe from his belt. A strong boy, then. “He must be quite a perceptive lad. Glóin does well to be proud of him.”

Gimli’s more perceptive than anyone (in fandom especially) gives him credit for. He’s strong, yes, and great with an axe, but that’s not all he is. He’s smart, and he’s pretty good with people too. (There’s more, but if I start listing Gimli’s good points, this post will end up about twice the length it is already).

“Lofty ambitions,” Frerin said, and leaned against the parapet. “See that swing? He’s a natural axeman, and already a talented warrior. Dwalin trained him along with our nephews. It was rather entertaining to watch them - they are both equally as pigheaded as each other.”

“He’s a Dwarf, of course he’s pigheaded,” said Thorin.

I laughed so hard at this bit.

some of my personal rules when I draw pokemon-gijinka that you don’t really need to know, but you can read if you are interested.

1. the nurse pokemon is going to a nurse (ex.Wigglytuff)

2. if one pokemon has more than one conscious, I draw it as separated character (ex. Doduo)

3. I’m not necessary drawing one pokemon ‘evolving’, in my gijinka, they can be family, friends, or simply same 'race’

4. in Korean traditional clothing “Han-bok”, there is a thing called “yeonji gonji” and for me it remind me of the electric mouses identical cheek mark. so I decided to draw every electric mouse pokemon in Hanbok. i see a lot of people dislike about this idea but i am having real fun :3
(also, electric mouse series are very popular, so if you don’t like my version, there are tons out there in the internet)

5. I don’t re-draw pokemon that i finished. it’s simply I know myself, and If I start changing all the gijinkas just because I have a better idea. I’ll never be able to finish till the end. but I might make a rough fan book or something and in that book I will change some of the gijinkas (and add Metapod)

I think this is all I can think of right now, I’ll add more if more come in to mind!
Thanks for enjoying my stuff! I really hope I can finish all of the pokemons:3

anonymous asked:

hey i was just wondering if you knew what lyrics ryan sang in the afycso album (like the background sounds and other verses he sang) and in particular if he sang the verse in camisado for the bruises and contusions remind me....(the first time) and i absolutely love your blog, have a nice day

Honestly, though Ryan’s recorded backing vocals for afysco you can’t really hear his voice.. I mean if you want to specifically listen to his lines you’d be better off watching the Live in Denver versions

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Also thank youuu 😘

So I just finished reading Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin and while I cannot yet properly articulate my thoughts on this book the way I really want to, I will say this: it is amazing. 

I don’t want to give anything away, but everyone needs to read this, especially non-cis people because I honestly cannot remember the last time a book made me feel this fucking validated. It is a masterpiece and it is so important and I really, really, really hope that Jeff writes more books.

Like… there is a part in the book that honestly perfectly summed up what it was like finally finding out that this thing and feeling and confusion had a name and a shape and that it was something that could possibly make sense. 

“At some point during my research, I came across the term “gender fluid.” Reading those words was a revelation. It was like someone tore a layer of gauze off the mirror, and I could see myself clearly for the first time. There was a name for what I was. It was a thing. Gender fluid.”

Also, I haven’t read a book in a really long time that really dealt honestly with how life felt and looked like once you have to re-enter the world after being in a psych ward in a way that I could relate to and say, yes, that is exactly what it was like. That is exactly how it feels and in a way that didn’t feel like it was trying to clean everything up all nice and neatly. It was honest and raw and so very, very comforting to see my thoughts and experiences writing out for me through someone else’s words. I went through so many of the same things that Riley did and it felt so fucking great and painful and exciting and triggering and validating and warm all at once. It felt real. It was like taking all the jumbled thoughts that have been in my head for so long and making sense of them. 

“It feels good to be the normal one for a change, but it’s awful to be surrounded by sick and hopeless people. Like being in a room full of the worst possible versions of yourself, surrounded by reminders of what you’ll be become if you don’t get better. If you don’t fix yourself.”


“I’m supposed to be better now. I’m supposed to be able to function.” 

The book has so much more and it is amazing and I want to talk about it more but I do not want to spoil it or trigger anyone (because, there are some triggering parts of this book tbh) but honestly, just go and read it. 

If anyone needs to borrow it (via kindle) shoot me an ask. 

Also, if you read this, please talk to me about this book! 

This Is My Version - Jack Maynard Imagine

A/N: This is based off Conor Maynard’s new song This Is My Version. Jack’s snapchat story of himself singing along to it inspired me enough to write this.

Jack was lying on his empty bed, staring up at the ceiling, the vodka in his veins making him feel like the room was spinning. The fourth girl that week had just put her clothes back on and left his flat. He hadn’t even asked for her number and he felt a little bad but not bad enough. He knew he was in no place to be making emotional connections. These girls were just to keep his mind off a much bigger problem.

He picked up his phone and pushed a button, lighting up the home screen. 4:07 AM. He looked out the window, knowing that in another hour, the sun would start to rise and he thought that maybe he ought to just stay up until then. If he slept all day, maybe he could just wake up in time to get drunk and go out again, fuck whatever girl came along, and repeat the process all over again. It was almost all he knew how to do right now.  

 But no, he couldn’t do that. He had to pretend there was nothing wrong. It was his fault you had left anyway. You were incredibly close with the other boys and he had started to get suspicious even though nothing was going on. He should have had confidence in your relationship, he should have trusted you. But instead he said things he didn’t mean. He couldn’t stop himself, all his own insecurities coming out as hurtful words until your heart was bleeding. And so you left and Jack had ruined the only thing he’d ever believed in.

 Jack was startled from his thoughts by the sound of the door to their flat opening and two drunk boys stumbling in, laughing about some joke that he had just missed. Conor and Josh had stayed out past Jack, going to another bar while Jack had taken a girl home for meaningless sex.

 “Shush Conor, Jack’s probably already asleep.” Josh’s low voice could just be made out through the apartment.

 “Not anymore I bet!” Conor joked, but he was also making an effort to be a little quieter.

 “I’m awake,” Jack called out from his room, not wanting the boys to feel bad about being loud.

 “Jack!” Conor called out, excitement in his voice. Jack could hear footsteps nearing his room and suddenly Conor appeared at his doorway. “Oi mate, that girl you took home tonight was a proper 10. How do you always get all the fit ones?”

 “I don’t know mate,” Jack replied. Usually he would have returned his brother’s banter with far more enthusiasm but he just wasn’t in the mood tonight. Conor apparently noticed this as well.

 “Is everything okay Jack?” He asked.

 “I’m fine.” Jack replied unconvincingly. Conor raised an eyebrow at him. “Really, there’s nothing wrong.”

 Conor took a few more steps into Jack’s room. “Listen, I can’t help you unless you start telling me what’s going on and I really want to help you. You’re my brother Jack, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

 Jack sighed, realizing Conor was not about to give this up.

 “I’m just such a mess right now. I should be happy right? I’m single! I can leave clothes lying on the floor! The bed’s all mine now, I can go out every night. I’m more free than ever but all I can think about is her.”

 “It’s okay to be upset that she left mate. We all know how much you cared about her, you don’t have to hide it from us.”

 Conor’s words brought the pain of his break up welling up in his chest, as fresh as the day it had happened, and he immediately wanted to shut down those thoughts.

 “It’s not that I’m hiding it from you guys, I think I’m just not being honest with myself. I don’t wanna feel it. So all this getting drunk, going out, taking girls home, its how I’m getting over her. It’s better than facing reality.”

 There was a long silence in the room but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It reminded Jack that he wasn’t on his own, as much as it may feel like it sometimes.

 “Look mate,” Conor spoke softly. “One day you’ll be able to believe she’s not the one. But until then, this is just your version of heartbreak.”

A/N: I know this doesn’t exactly end happily, it just didn’t feel like it should. If you’re interested in a part two, let me know!

10 Life Tips for Millennials

I’m a Millennial myself, but these are just a few things I’ve learned that I wish I’d known sooner.

1. Stop telling yourself you have to have kids by 26.
When I was 21 I thought I’d be married by 24 and have kids by the time I was 26. I thought trying to have children past 28 meant I was going to have one dusty egg left, and the child would be born as a fully formed Clint Eastwood. The truth is that you have until at least 35, and those extra years are vital for your career, your home, and figuring out who you are. You shouldn’t have a kid just because it’s according to your plan or because you are afraid you’ll never have one. I’m still not ready for children. Yesterday a five year old was riding a tricycle up and down my hallway and he was blocking the door to my apartment. When I leaned in to ask him to move, he sneezed all over me and my groceries. It took all of my effort not to cow tip him and flatten his tires. Motherhood’s not calling out to me right now. Pizza is calling out to me. Motherhood not so much. 

Oh, and PS–having no kids–also a totally valid choice. As a person who is tired of being slammed in the back of the shins by mini shopping carts at Trader Joe’s, I thank you for your service.

2. Stop lambasting yourself for not being the CEO.
The CEO became the CEO because he or she put the time in, worked hard, and eventually asked to be CEO. (That last part is important–no one will give anything unless you ask. Except for those samples of Chinese food at the mall. Those always come without request.) A lot of older generations think that millennials expect to walk in to the office and get a raise for showing up. That’s not necessarily true, but we do internally freak out when we see others getting a raise when we are not. Younger generations were raised on internet culture, which means for almost our entire lives we’ve had a box in front of us that says, “This is where you should be in life. And this is the best version of whatever you’re doing. And here is a 12 year old who is already doing it better than you.” With those thoughts in our heads, an unstable retirement future, and an assload of student loans, we are running a race that our co-workers are not even competing in. I’m sure it was fucking delightful to grow up without the internet telling you what to do. It was all boxcar races and apple pies…but what do you think the older generations would be if they had Buzzfeed’s list of “40 Apple Pies That Are Better Than Yours”? Or a YouTube clip of a five year old building a boxcar in ten minutes with nothing but a bendy straw and gum. 

Neurotic. They would be neurotic.

3. You will fuck up your taxes.
Ralph and I were both the top of our class in school, and yet we have both overpaid and underpaid our taxes already. And every year we have tried to pay online we have ended having to pay AGAIN by check. It’s not because we are not adults. It’s because taxes are written in the Elvish language from The Lord of the Rings and the online site is just two twigs holding up a piece of paper that says “US Tax Forms.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you can make a alternate/happy ending of the interview (if you don't mind.) That story has been stuck in my head and I'd love to read another version of it. :)

Oh, I’d love to! I did like the idea then, and the format I was trying to reflect based off the film I was inspired by. (Its name is Jackie, I thought the film was rather good, here’s a link to the trailer if you’re interested!)

Also if anyone else hasn’t read the original version of Interview, I suggest you read that first.

Thank you and have an incredible day!


You sat beside the hospital bed, a hand wound about your husband. 

However, for once, there was no comforting thumb rubbing your knuckles, or gentle smile on his face.

Because he was asleep.

A coma, specifically. 

He’d been this way for weeks. 

But he’d been becoming responsive. 

It had even been recorded by medical staff.

A small squeeze of your hand when you cried.

A few murmured words when you spoke.

He was getting better.

He had to be. 

Your thoughts were interrupted, by a nurse, her voice soft.

“Mrs. Han? There’s a reporter here to see you.” 

“I thought…I thought I asked for no reporters.” You hummed, rubbing at your tired eyes.

You had hardly gotten a wink of sleep.

“Yes well…he was sent by your father in law. Mr. Han wanted some sort of update while he’s away and Mr. Jung was the closest in the area.” 

“Is that verified?” You asked, hesitance apparent in your words. 

“Yes, Mr. Han called us this morning to let us know.” She sighed. “He also believed…it may help you.” 

You scrunched up your nose, sitting up awkwardly. “N-No more than a few questions.” 

“Of course.” 

There was a period of silence before the journalist arrived that you couldn’t help but feel another wave of exhaustion crash over you, your body weak.

It wasn’t the type of exhaustion caused when you didn’t sleep, though.

It was the kind from when you felt drained. 

You had cried until your face seemed engraved with permanent tear stains. 

Your body was seemingly weighed down with cinder blocks, each step heavier than the next. 

Your grief swelled inside of you as though you may burst, your hope muddling with weary aches. 

“Mrs. Han?” An oddly bright voice chimed in your ears. 

You turned to see a young man, his hair disheveled and wrapped into a loose bun with strands slipping over his muddy eyes. 

You didn’t know entirely how to react when his lips stretched into a smile. 

A smile was refreshing, most of the time.

But not now. 

He understood immediately, anxiously clearing his throat as he approached you, reaching out a hand. 

“I’m sure the nurse already told you about me but I’m Jung Byeon.” 

You slowly took it, dipping your head lightly. “MC.” 

He pulled up a seat, sitting down beside you, tapping his notepad as though he was excited. 

That wasn’t appreciated by you. 

“So, what…exactly happened?” 

You narrowed your eyes, raising a perplexed brow. “What…? I-Isn’t it a-already all over the n-news?” 

“Well, a version of it. Mr. Han specifically requested to hear it from your point of view. Knowing that you were closest to your husband at the time.” 


The memories had sat in your mind, hints and reminders haunting you every moment it could.

You knew it better than you knew yourself. 

“I-It…It might give you some…closure as well to talk about it.” He remarked. “Think of me as like a friend, I’m just here to help.” 

You took a deep breath, soaking in his words. 


“So, would you be able to describe to me what happened?” 

You had been standing beside your husband, the two of you happily talking in the early morning before he had to attend one of his meetings. 

Your hands were entwined, you yourself pressing close against him, a dazed expression painting your face. 

“We were together early in the morning.” You felt a faint grin appear as you thought of him. “We’re almost always together. It’s nice to always have someone by your side. I-I hadn’t even thought that anything was off.”

You were too preoccupied to notice the figures upon the roof. 

Your frown quickly reemerged. 

“Do you have any idea as to why the perpetrator was after him?” 

“N-no, he’s the kindest, most considerate person I know!” You insisted. “I-I mean he can be cold b-but…he’s never needlessly aggressive. He’s polite with clients and coworkers. I-I can’t imagine anyone truly wanting him dead.” 

“They’ve stated it had to do with his business as a whole. Moreso what he represented than who he was. And what he represented was wealth and power, something many people want” 

“He didn’t deserve that.” You replied sharply. “H-He didn't’ deserve any of this. He didn’t choose to be born into the life he has! None of us get to choose for the environments we were raised in, so why do so many act as though he wanted any of this?” 

“I don’t know,” Jung mumbled. “I’m sorry.” 

You felt anger pour from your fingertips, drawing about you as though you were paper. 

“T-That bullet sounded like a train.” You said, your tone trembling. “The whole s-situation was like watching someone be pushed in front of a train.” 

“How so?” 

“I-It all goes by too fast for you to process at first. All you hear is a w-wailing, a-and s-screeching until it all comes to this horrible realization.” 

You had just assumed it was a car or something of the sort. 

Until you heard the breath be snatched from Jumin, a short, desperate gasp erupting from him before his body collapsed against you, sloppily pushing you behind him. 

“H-Honey?” You had switched your head back, a horror smashing into you as you found his eyes wider than dinner plates with surprise as blood dribbled from his mouth.

And as well, from the side of his head. 

His grip had tightened on you suddenly, as though some sort of attempt to shield you, or hide you away. 

He opened his mouth to speak, barely coherent words rasping from him. 

You could hardly believe what he was telling you. 

“And what did he say?” 

“Are you okay?” He asked as you drew him down to the ground, his strength dispersing from him in moments. 

You set his head in your lap, ignoring the security that raced about frantically. 

His blood was smearing against you.

His blood. 

He was bleeding. 

You threw off your jacket, covering the wound, refraining from breaking into furious sobs as you saw the bits of flesh dangling helplessly to his head. 

This shouldn’t be happening. 

Why was this happening?

“Are you okay, love?” He wheezed again, his eyes rolling towards you. 

“I-I’m fine!” You cried, tipping your head in the crook of his neck. “Y-You’re going to be fine too! I’ll make sure of it! O-Okay?” 

And you swore, after hearing you assure him, he grinned.

It was a small, feeble grin.

But one nonetheless.

“He held my hand, t-the entire time.” You felt the tears spill down your cheeks again, your chin quivering. “It’s l-like I was his lifeline.” You huffed. “And I’m not letting go until I see him awake! U-Until he’s okay!” 

“You care very much-” 

“I love him!” You snapped. “He’s everything to me!” 

“Well, what do you plan to do if he doesn’t wake up?” 

Your breath hitched. 

You were silent for a bit, before scowling.

“He’s going to wake up.” 

“There’s no guarantee.” 

“He’s been showing response signs! He’s expected to wake up-” 

“Expected doesn’t mean for sure-” 

“You need to leave.” You snarled. “Now.” 

“Ms. Han-” 

“Leave. Now. Please.” 

Jung opened his mouth to speak but clamped his mouth shut as he began to scramble to his feet. 

“Yes ma’am.” He returned. “T-Thank you.” 

You were silent. 

You didn’t dare move until you heard his steps fade away down the hall. 

You wiped at your face, turning back towards Jumin. 

You squeezed his hand, laying your head on the mattress. “I’m staying here. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.” 

And to your utter surprise. 

You got a response. 

It was dry, yet each word was laced with a tenderness that could only come from him.

“I’m not leaving either darling.” 


Rewatching Justified with the bff and it’s still just an utterly wonderful piece of television. I’m usually not much for country (twang and slide guitars, ack), but I’ve got a soft spot for this song. In many ways, Raylan reminds me of a Dean who was raised alone–doing his best, but the weight of history and family is so oppressive that it’s hard to crawl out from under it.

Also, fun fact for anyone who reads my fics: I listened to this song about a dozen times while writing ‘to make the sun stand still.

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you’re drinking
And you spend your life just thinkin’ of how to get away.

anonymous asked:

Did you have a look at Dior's cruise show? I can already see them throwing those ugly things at Bella for whatever stupid party or event they have next. I'm praying she doesn't wear Dior at Cannes.

It reminds me weirdly of Ralph Lauren and I hate it. Not because it reminds me of RL, just because it’s an even uglier version of the same dresses they always do with a few shawls and stupid hats added in. It’s like Coachella chic meets Haute Couture cowboy idk I hate it. Idk. Some of them aren’t too bad so if she does get stuck in any I hope it’s them. They’re definitely better than all the denim/blue looks they’ve had her in, though, slightly less repetitive with the designs like at least these western/pseudo-tribal patterns are something new. I don’t see them working in any event the way the usual ones do so idk how many of them she’ll wear. Look 24 and 53 are my favourites and those plus 5, 33, 51, 54, 62, and 79 are the only ones I would be okay with seeing Bella wear. I guess liking 8/80 isn’t too bad. 

carlwritesbadsmut  asked:

I have never had a strong interest in her as I felt that like Ryan's version of Robert she is just a plot device, but it's just been disappointing to see all the misogyny against her and the digs and insinuations against EH herself (which started before that interview). I used to think this fandom was better than that but it just reminds me of how much things have changed this past year.

It’s really sad, cause there was so much potential. And now we are stuck in a SL were I really thought ED was better then this. I think the rudeness against her character was always motivated by the concern that ED might go there. So I understand the frustration, when they REALLY did it. Reduced Roberts bisexuality to pure sensationalism. No one can tell me, they would have done a cheating SL this early on, if Robert had eventually come out as gay rather then bi. So yeah. It’s sad, that the fandom is screaming and throwing a tantrum against her/and the actress. But I am also disappointed in ED that they really just did this stupid SL, to get her pregnant and to reduce her to a simple plot device, rather then a reminder THAT you can actually BE friends with your Exes AND have friends, when you are a bisexual *sigh* (A message and Story that we might actually NEED in 2017, cause that would have proven all of her haters wrong)

 I just unfollowed most people that were calling her names, perhaps I am just in my own small bubble :). But I think its dangerous to reduce the critic that’s behind the name calling and the rudeness just to misogyny (Like we saw in the Interview with EH, which was quite disappointing). Its more like the frustration, that we’ve seen this SL done to death in all different soaps and now we have to watch it in ED again and its boring. Cause if they want to keep robron together there are only so many outcomes to this. And most of them lead to EH leaving and the baby stays with them… which is the worst idea for such a broken relationship anyway >_< Or her moving in the spare flat - Which would bring absolute fandom mayhem, if they even still have a fandom by that time xD

anonymous asked:

What do you think of women's chestplates that have breasts shaped into them, like in the new Power Rangers movie that's coming out? I always thought just having the chestplates men wear would be a better idea but I'm no expert.

I kinda suspected we were going to get this question, but you can rest easy. That’s a creation by Hollywood and the media. Sensible people wear armor that doesn’t kill you.

Real women wore real armor, real women wear real armor. The armor they wear isn’t any different from the armor men wear. Real women throughout history have hidden their gender and gone off to fight. Sometimes, they got caught. Sometimes, they didn’t. Sometimes, they didn’t care if everyone knew. Sometimes, they flipped the bird in the face of cultural norms and swanned off to defeat male opponents in very public duels.

However, they did so dressed like men. Why? Because what men wear when they fight is what makes sense for a person to wear when they go to war.

Hollywood, media, and other forms of entertainment often feel the need to remind you that women are women. They often use audience ignorance as an excuse to sex up their costumes.

Apparently, for Power Rangers, the color coding and a short skirt over the leotard was no longer good enough.

I will cop to having watched a great deal of Power Rangers when I was younger, I was in the target demographic when the original American production aired in the 90s when the Yellow Ranger’s actress, Thuy Trang’s Power Ranger double was actually male because they used the film of the Rangers battling monsters from the Japanese series and there was only one girl rather than two. The Pink Ranger got a miniskirt, but she also got pants.

Ironically, given how much crap it gets, Power Rangers has always had pretty decent parity for it’s time and, as far as, I know, it’s only made the racist color choices mistake once. It is consistent about having at least two female characters with one being a minority and when they switched them out they just swapped races for the colors people complained about. (An African-American actress, Karan Ashley replaced Thuy Trang as the Yellow Ranger, and Johnny Young Bosch switched in for Walter Emanuel Jones. These two were in the team that made up the first Power Rangers Movie which had a theatrical release. I’ll be honest, doing better it isn’t a high bar to hit.)

The boobplate and the heels are new additions to the American version of the franchise, at the very least. I haven’t seen all the runs of the Sentai so I can’t comment.

Real women wear real armor and their armor looks just like a guy’s.

For more information on this subject, I recommend checking out:

Bikini Armor Battle Damage - This is a fun blog that talks a lot about bad design elements for female characters and will give you a host of terribleness to make you cringe. Good for a reminder that it’s ridiculous and that most female outfits are designed for titillation, not combat efficacy.

Rejected Princesses - This is a Tumblr blog about real life female warriors/women history forgot. If you’re on the hunt for inspiration for your own characters, this might be a great start. (While first impressions are good, always remember to research thoroughly.)

Samantha Swords - HEMA practitioner, you want to read about sword fighting/Historical Martial Arts/Training from a woman’s perspective, then Samantha is a great place to start. Her Sword FAQ’s are predominately female focused. If you hunt around, you’ll find some shots of her in armor.

We do have a #WomenWarriors tag.

I hope that helps!


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1. i am tired
of writing poems 
that spell out your name,
and my poems are tired
of hearing me swear,
this is the last one, 
i promise

every time.

2. look, the way
the sun sets
still reminds me of you,
so tell me what
i’m supposed to do
with that.
tell me what
i’m supposed to do
with all your leftovers
taking up space
in my fridge
(/in my heart).

3. this is the last one,
i promise.

4. but my poems know better,
they are crossing their fingers
while whispering to each other:
silly girl, everyone knows
a love like that
takes a lifetime of poems
to get over


I just want to hug it out with someone right now. Today was so good. Weekends are usually really hard for me to eat right or workout, but this weekend? This weekend was mostly on point the entire time and I feel great. Well, I am SORE AS HECK, but I feel my best when I am sore. 

My meals were all planned and although I am low on protein and could eat a little more, I am fully satisfied (unless you put mac and cheese or pizza in front of me, then we’d have issues). The most exciting part of my day though was that I got a workout in with Autumn Calabrese at a Beachbody event!!! For those of you who don’t know who she is, she is basically like the female version of Shaun T. We did a new workout from Country Heat and it was ex-haust-ing. Everyone was a sweaty mess and the energy in the room was surreal. 

Just a friendly reminder to everyone that eating right and working out really changes your attitude. A few days of consistency and I already feel significantly better than a week ago. Happy Sunday! 

anonymous asked:

which bts song reminds you of each member? :)

It’s so difficult to pick just one song per member, like I agonized over this, so I’m going to cheat and do which songs remind me of each member <3 This is very long, I’m sorry I got carried away.

Jimin: Ah, my sun and stars, light of my life, bane of my existence. For him I immediately think of Tomorrow and Let Me Know. Tomorrow is one of my favorite BTS songs, and I just think his vocals on it are so good, especially on the live rooftop version which I think is better than the studio version. It blows me away every time I watch it. For Let Me Know its because of his high note which completely fucks me up every time I hear it. After you listen to it you can’t think of anyone else but him for awhile. And he nails it on every live performance too, he’s incredible.

Suga: UGH SO MANY. Honestly every song makes me think of him but I’ll try. So Suga composed Let Me Know and Tomorrow so they also make me think of him. But for some reason I really associate Suga with Converse High. I think it’s because of his iconic line “I really hate converse” and how that conflicts with him wearing them a lot in real life. Other songs that come to mind when I think of Suga are Blanket Kick, and 어디에서 왔는지 (Where Did You Come From) because I think he really shines on mid-tempo retro sounding songs.  And I always think of him with Miss Right because of his lines about the baby shoes that kill me and make me want children despite not liking kids and never wanting children. God, I’m such a Suga slut.

Rapmon: Expensive Girl. It’s got to be Expensive Girl. I know its one of his singles and not a BTS song but “Imma beat that pussy like you never ever felt before” is iconic and sums him up for me. He’s so weird and pervy and I love him. But I also associate him with Cypher Pt.3 and We Are Bulletproof Pt.2 because they’re aggressive and I think he really stands out on them.

J-Hope: I feel like his signature song is Satoori Rap, because he’s known for his dialect and his verse is first so to me that’s his song.  I also associate him with 2학년 Second Grade because he kills his verse in this. There’s a vine floating around of him performing it live and if you’ve seen that then you know why I picked this. Also the song is really upbeat and peppy and so is J-Hope.

Jungkook: Love Is Not Over because he composed it and he talks about it and his Dad’s hopes for him to make money off of it in SKIT: Expectations! and its really cute. And then also Boy In Luv because until recently he was still in school, and its a school themed video so it just fits for him really well. Also I always think of his his cute little rap at the beginning and how he awkwardly did it on Weekly Idol lol.

Taehyung/V: Ugh this one is going to be really emo so prepare yourselves. First and foremost I associate him with Hold Me Tight because he composed it. He’s so loving and gentle but yet really fun and wild, and this song kind of gives me the same feelings? Idk It’s sad and slow at times, but also upbeat and energetic at the same time and just really beautiful and oh my god I’m such a sap I need to turn this around. Ok other songs that remind me of him are War of Hormones and Boy In Luv because they feature his growl really well and he looks great in both videos.

Jin: To me his songs are Miss Right, and Rapmon’s Trouble which he features on (not a bts song but still very important). These are perfect because I feel like Jin is the poster child of like a sweet caring perfect boyfriend, or at least that’s his image to me. But then Trouble is the complete opposite of that image. It’s sexy and shows that there’s a stripper inside of him that he needs to let out more often.

Wow this was longer then I meant for it to be.  I’m sorry, but it was fun for me so deal with it <3


Our starter has gone through a lot. From a Torchic that drops his Judgement onto his foes, to a Defeatist Lampent that we never gave up on. (Assuming we don’t take it being boxed as us giving up on it)

Who would’ve ever expected us to have gotten a freakin’ FLAREON in the end? And with a STONE, no less? Truly, this run’s lore kept writing itself.

So uh.. Yeah. I don’t know how I wanted to approach drawing Flareon, but I just wanted to draw a Flareon and express my excitement at how perfect this discovery was.

I wasn’t sure what version I wanted to go with, so I just included them all. I really like the crown, but I dunno if it was too much.