i might want to get this calendar then


So as a huge thank you to you guys (i never thought this would happen) I am doing a give away!… kinda? haha.

Basically! If you like/reblog this post you’ll be in the running to request some art from me! I’ll pick two people at random by next week and you can get some art! Drawn by me! Whatever you want! (within reason). Ayyyyyy. (you have to follow me though. It’s a follower give away. That’s how this works).


Mark your calendars because on the 7th of May at 9:00 am Brisbane, Australia time I’ll be hosting a livestream and Q and A!

So I’ll be working on some bending moments panels and answering any questions you guys might have. These could be comic questions, or we can just shit talk Voltron haha. Whatever you guys want. 

I actually was gonna do it tomorrow, but then I remembered it was my birthday so I was like “mmmmmmm nah I think my present to myself will be sleeping” haha. 


anonymous asked:

jeonghan + flowers

Stepping out of the flower shop, Jeonghan looked contently at the bouquet in his hand. It consisted of three of your favorite flowers, a few of each, as well as some added green leaves and baby’s breaths.

He was giddy for the whole trip home, and even when he opened the door to your shared apartment and saw you sitting on the couch, he was unable to wipe the happy grin off his face. “I’m home.”

“Welcome back,” you said cheerfully and got up from the couch to go to the door to greet Jeonghan. Once you saw the bouquet of flowers in his right hand, however, you slowed your steps.

“These are for you,” Jeonghan stated the obvious and handed the flowers to you, his features graced by his smile, and you nodded slowly.

“What are you making up for this time?” you asked with a playful smile and squinted eyes, to which Jeonghan replied with a laugh and gave you a soft kiss with his right hand on your lower back.

“Nothing, I promise. I just passed by a flower shop on my way home and thought I might as well buy some for the most beautiful flower in the world,” he said, purposefully cheesily, and grinned against your lips. You giggled and patted his chest, giving him another soft, loving kiss before leaving to get a vase for the flowers.

He looked at you with a warm smile on his lips, as unwilling as ever to tell you that on his calendar, there was a red heart on that day, carefully drawn by him.

Two years prior, you had told him you loved him for the very first time, and while Jeonghan didn’t want to particularly show just how big of a deal that had been and still was to him, he found the day special enough for at least a pretty bouquet of flowers.

After all, that day had been one of the most important ones in his whole life.

Admin Scooter

“We just realized that we have you doing two classes at once, so we’ll have someone else do the planner class while you do the party since we don’t want you getting overwhelmed. I’m sorry, we’re doing that a lot lately.”

Okay, A-

The planner class has ONE person signed up for it and she may not even show. The party has at least ten kids, all of which are definitely showing. But sure. Giving me the one that’s definitely going to have more people is apparently the less overwhelming option.

And B-

For you to notice that maybe I might be a little overwhelmed, it took the realization that you had me covering shifts for three different people, forgetting that we had an event that’s been on the calendar for three months, four reschedulings, and a rant. 

Just because I am capable of handling this kind of workload doesn’t mean you should be scheduling me back to back 8.5 hour shifts of it. 

anonymous asked:

hi nbv! my boyfriend is in law schoo full-timel, and i'm the one with the less-taxing job and lifestyle for now. obviously, each person's wants and needs are different, but do you have any tips for The Care And Keeping Of Your Law Student? What do you wish someone would do for you? Thank you!

I don’t know if you’re living together or not, but honestly the things that come to mind immediately are domestic—I would love someone to cook for me and do my laundry. Both are so necessary to daily life, but they take so much time. Rather than use up my energy, I end up putting laundry off for weeks and eat terrible food. I just don’t have time or the brainspace to spare unless it’s an emergency.

If you’re not living together or aren’t at that point of your relationship, then I think the biggest thing would be—work with your Law Student’s schedule and give them as much advance notice as possible. For me, between school, work, journals, etc. my free time is limited, and I generally fill what time I do have with homework/studying. 

So when a friend texts me randomly on a Thursday night to ask if I want to go out, my first reaction is no, I have work I have to get done. Whereas a friend (who knows me very well) texted me weeks ago and said she was going to be in town, did I want to go to dinner Sunday night? To which I happily replied, yes, of course, put it on my calendar, and planned my whole weekend around seeing her. 

You can’t plan everything in life, but understanding that your Law Student has a lot on their plate and might not be able to drop everything for just anything is key.

Also, though I hope this bit of advice isn’t necessary, please also make sure that your needs are taken care of, and that your Law Student is not taking advantage of your understanding and generosity. It is perfectly okay to tell your Law Student, “I’m happy to do your laundry, but you need to be responsible for cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming the carpet,” OR “this event is really important to me, I am telling you with plenty of advance notice so you can make time for it,” OR “you can pick the night but it’s non-negotiable that we do something together once a week, even if it’s just a netflix night.”

I definitely have been known to use “oh man, I have so much work” as an excuse to turn down social invitations or skip events I didn’t want to attend. The truth is that they simply weren’t priorities for me.

Law school is a priority, of course, but so are you and your relationship. Don’t let one distract entirely from the other.

Imagine having a baby with Sonny Carisi

(A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I re-worte this whole thing to make it ten times better and consequently much longer. I don’t know why but I’m currently obsessed with babies. That’s a lie. I do know why, my cousin is pregnant and I’m super excited. I’m definitly going to make continuations with this little family I’ve created. I love it so much. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. It;s just so cute and fluffy. Ahh.)

Imagine having a baby with Sonny Carisi

“No.” you stated, shaking your head.

“What?” Sonny asked his voice a mixture of confusion and shock.

“I said no.” you repeated.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“I mean what I said, no. I won’t do it.” you states once again before turning away from him.

“Why not?” he asked, getting up and spinning you back round to face him.

“Because you’re only asking because I’m pregnant.” you informed.

“That’s not true.” he tried to reassure.

“Yes it is.” you argued, “Why are you asking now today then? What’s so special about today?”

He didn’t have an answer for you. He face screwed up trying to come up with a believable answer that would satisfy you. You decided to put him out of his misery.

“Exactly, you’re only asking because we found out we’re having a baby.” you confirmed.

“Y/N, I’m asking because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he tried to reason, grabbing hold of your hands.

“Sonny, it’s not that I don’t want to marry you. Of course I do. I love you more than I love myself. Which you know is an extremely hard thing to do with a narcissist like me.” you joked trying to be serious for comedic effect, “But I didn’t want you to ask like this. Like you’re obliged too.”

“I don’t feel that way…” he began.

“I know you don’t but that’s what everyone going to think.” you reminded.

“Since when do you care?” he questioned skeptical.

“I don’t care what they think. I care about how I feel. I don’t want to get married now especially after finding out we’re having a baby. It’s too much effort.” you sighed, nursing your temple as the mere thought of it was giving you a migraine.

“Alright,” he agreed reluctantly, “When do you want me to ask?”

“A year.” you stated.

“A year?” he questioned.

“One year.” you repeated for reassurance.

“And you’ll actually say yes in one years time?” he asked jokingly.

“Depends on how cute this kid is.” you winked.

A smile broke out on his face, chuckling he grabbed hold of you and pull you close. Putting his arms around your waist. Instinctively, you put yours around his neck.

“If they look anything like you. It’s practically grantee.” he whispered into your ear. leaning down.

“And if they look anything like you. God save their soul.” you teased, shaking your head playfully and giving him a wink.

A flash of annoyance flashed across Sonny’s face as you broke into laughter. After trying to be miffed he eventually gave in. Leaning down and placing a kiss on your chuckling lips.

You had been in a relationship with Sonny for four years and been partners at SVU for four and a half at that point. You had just celebrated your forth anniversary of dating with a low-key dinner at your shared apartment that you two had bought two years pervious, a few weeks ago. Up until yesterday you thought that was going to be the latest milestone for a while. That was until yesterday.

You had found out you were expecting a baby. You’d found out together. You’d been throwing up non-stop all night the day before yesterday. In fact you had to take the day off as you hadn’t gotten any sleep. Sonny had gone to work and you were at home trying to rest and get better. It wasn’t until you looked at the calendar on the fridge. That the you considered the thought that it might have not been that two day old chicken and mayonnaise sandwich you’d stolen off Finn that was making you sick.

Sonny called you about midday to see how you were doing and to see if you needed anything.

“Is there anything else you want?” he asked after you told him that you’d run out of bread and you wanted him to bring home chicken soup for dinner.

“I don’t want you to get your hopes up but I think I might be pregnant.” you practically whispered down the line.

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Marinette and The Adrien Schedule

I just had a brainwave.

Most Miraculers know of Marinette’s ‘Adrien Schedule’ and, like many people, I found that little fact pretty creepy. I get that Marinette is supposed to be crushing so hard and tends to go a little overboard but I’ve never met anyone who has their crushes schedule, celebrity or otherwise. Even Alya is a bit disturbed by this. It also seems completely at odds with the idea that Marinette likes Adrien for Adrien, not The Adrien Agreste™ (as we see in ‘Origins’). It seems more like something a (very very rabid) fangirl would do.

Then as I was reading this post, @thewalkingweapon pointed something interesting out when dating ‘Chronogirl’. It’s on the schedule.

Why would Marinette include that on her ‘Adrien Schedule’? I mean, sure he was there but the main event was Alix and Kim’s bet. 

So lightbulb moment.

What if it’s not ‘Adrien’s Schedule’?

What if it’s Marinette’s Calendar with Adrien’s Schedule on it? (Which frankly makes a lot more sense and is a lot less creepy.) (And yes, there is a difference.)

Adrien is a busy kid. Modelling, fencing, Chinese, basketball and other events. Poor cat son barely has time to breathe, let alone go to say; A class bet.

What if Marinette got a hold of Adrien’s Schedule (maybe from him or Nino) so she could organise some things around his schedule

A few other things like the ‘Dinner with Thomas’, ‘Dinner with Young Sun’ and ‘volunteering at the abandoned kitten centre’ could actually be Marinette’s schedule. 

On March 16, there’s a line that translates to ‘Out with Friends’. 

On April 13, a line translates to ‘Appointment with his Father’ (while not entirely out of the realm of possibilities for Adrien to have appointments with dear ol’ Gabriel [which frankly is just plain sad] it seems more likely that it’s Marinette who has the appointment since ‘Mr Pigeon’ happens on May 18. So it might be a combination of wishful thinking and an animation error). 

May 23, ‘Dinner with Adrien’. Which happens after ‘Mr Pigeon’ and most likely, after the photo shoot.

(I sat and watched the scene when the schedule first appears. You can’t really get a clear view of what was written on that schedule.)

Marinette can be forgetful (ie, forgetting to sign Adrien’s present) so having a pull-down calendar isn’t that much of stretch. I know that I tend to put things I wouldn’t think about often (like birthdays and going out) on my calendar rather than things I would think about like due dates for assignments. Marinette might have Adrien’s schedule so that when she finally stops stuttering around him, she already know when he might be available (like when she wants to ask him to the movies which is how we found out about it in the first place!). When taking that into account, the whole schedule thing doesn’t seem so creepy. 

If one of my friends had that kind of packed schedule, I’d ask for it so I’d know when they could be free.

I don’t think the pull-down Schedule is totally because of Marinette’s crazy crush. Part of it might just be her being a good friend and planning in advance when Adrien might be free to hang out. Like he said in ‘Origins’, “I’ve never been to school before. I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of new to me.” Wouldn’t any good friend try to work around his busy schedule?

anonymous asked:

What languages do you code in?

(wtf i never get anon messages WHO ARE U.)

my programming knowledge is primarily based in “what did i suddenly find myself having to learn because of job,” so i’d feel weird calling myself proficient in anything besides html/css (which aren’t really programming languages the way people think of them.)

but if you give me a problem to solve with php/mysql and/or javascript/jquery/ajax, i’ll get it done and working the way it should. it might not be the most Highbrow Elegant Best Coding Practices, but if the insurance client wants the billing calendar plugin to have a thing, eventually the thing will happen.

(in college i did two semesters of c++ and one of android development w/ java. i made like the first half of an app that takes a photo and converts it to ascii art, but if you tilted the phone from portrait to landscape the whole app would crash. so that’s as far as i got there.)

I have been so lazy!

I had originally planned to go to group classes this evening, but the class is from 7:30-9pm, and I have a busy day tomorrow, so I figured I’d go Friday instead. 

BUT it’s beautiful out today, so I’m going to take River for a bike ride, when she’s done eating, over to the dog park probably. We’ll see. But bike ride for sure. 
I don’t really want to put her in my new car yet because we’re still trying to find a gate that’ll block her from jumping over the back seats from the trunk and scratching/ripping the leather, so bringing her to the dog park might only happen with me biking there. 

I’m also a little curious as to how much I weigh so far this month, but I’ve been going strong and haven’t checked. My mom still has my scale. At this time every month I look at the calendar and go “Oh, I have plenty of time to get my routine in check this month” then BAM its like the last week of the month and I’ve been lazy af. Not this month! I will try! I mean, I kind of have to. I need to be healthy. 

The Next Chapter

Part Three in the “Monsters” Universe, requested by numerous people. <3

I’d been feeling bad for nearly three weeks now; nausea would come and go, but the busy schedule that came with my life had gotten in the way, and I didn’t really think about it too much. I was exhausted, too, but with a four year old, and a…Spencer, that wasn’t anything new. Of course I was tired.

Spencer had been living with Aidan and I since before he got shot, but now that we were officially engaged, we both felt that it was time to get a house that was ours. Something that we could spend our lives in, to raise Aidan and maybe even a couple of other little ones at some point.

The house we’d chosen was relatively new, two stories, with a sweeping staircase, four bedrooms, and lots of windows. We both loved it, and Aidan seemed to as well.

But now, Spencer was home from his latest trip, and we’d finished moving into the house we’d just bought together. The downside of my schedule settling down a bit was that Spencer suddenly had much more opportunity to notice that I was sick.

I tried to be discreet, but when you live with a profiler, that’s not really an option. I looked up from where I was kneeling in front of the toilet to find Spencer watching me, looking concerned.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and stood up. He moved aside so that I could lean over the sink to wash out my mouth.

“(Y/N),” he said, stopping me from leaving the bathroom. I could tell by his tone of voice that I was not going anywhere without some answers.

“Have you gotten sick before now?” he asked.

“Of course I have, Spencer,” I said. “Everyone gets sick.”

I could tell by the look on his face that I wasn’t about to get by with that.

“Okay,” I relented. “Yes, I’ve been nauseous off and on for about three weeks,” I told him.

“Have you been tired?” he asked.

“I run around after a four-year-old every day,” I said. “Yeah, I’ve been tired.”

“I mean, more than usual,” he clarified.

“Yeah, I have,” I admitted.

I saw his eyes flicker toward the small calendar that I keep on the back of the bathroom door.

“I know it’s been hectic lately,” he began, “but when’s the last time you had your period?”

I froze.

It hadn’t occurred to me, not even once, but now that Spencer pointed it out to me, it seemed like such an obvious answer.

“I-it’s been almost two months,” I answered. “I didn’t even notice.”

“I thought that might be the case,” he said. “Do you think you could be?”

“Well, it’s definitely a possibility,” I replied.

“Do you want me to go and get a test?” he asked, and I found myself nodding my head. He left, and returned from the store a few minutes later, armed with various kinds of at-home pregnancy tests.

“I only really needed one, Spence,” I said.

“I know, but I didn’t know which one to get,” he replied. “Besides, statistically, the more tests you take, the better chance you have of getting an accurate result.” I smiled slightly.

“Alright,” I agreed. “I’m going to go take some of these, and then we’ll look at the results together.”

When I emerged from the bathroom, I found him pacing the kitchen floor. He looked up at me, his eyes wild.

“(Y/N), what if you are pregnant?” he asked. “What if you are, and we’re having a baby? I mean, I know we already have Aidan, but I wasn’t his dad when he was a baby. I do have two godsons, but that’s different because they’re JJ’s kids. I don’t take care of them everyday. It’s not my job to raise them to be good and kind, and the earliest stages of life have proven to have a profound impact on a person’s life, so I don’t want to mess that up. I mean, what if our baby grows up to be a serial killer? Or schizophrenic?” It appeared that the thought had just occurred to him, because I watched what little color he had left drain from his face.

“Oh, god, (Y/N), I could’ve passed on a genetic predisposition that causes our baby to be schizophrenic! I don’t want that for our child, that disease is unbelievably difficult to live with. Not to mention the countless other genetic predispositions either one of us could pass on without knowing it. What if-”

I held up my hands, finally unable to handle it any longer. I moved toward him.

“Spencer, Spencer, honey, stop,” I said, reaching out to pull him into a hug. I held him there for a few seconds until he fell silent and I felt him relax against me.

“Spence,” I began, “we don’t even know whether or not I’m pregnant yet,” I reminded him. “Let’s hold off on the freaking out, okay?” I pulled back and offered him a small smile, reaching up to gently card my fingers through his hair.

“Besides,” I continued, “you are going to be an amazing father. You already are,” I said. “Aidan loves you, and some days, I don’t know how I ever did it without you. And I know that having a baby is different, but I am one hundred percent certain that you will be absolutely incredible with our baby. So just calm down, alright?”

Spencer took a deep breath and I smiled slightly at him.

“You okay?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Let’s go see those tests, then,” I said. He held my hand tightly as we headed for the bathroom. My heart was hammering inside my chest.

The question Spencer posed held real significance. Even though I had calmed him down, it was on my mind.

What if I was pregnant?

I wanted to have a baby with Spencer, that much I knew. And really, when I thought about it, now was actually not a bad time to do it. We’d just moved to a home with plenty of space, after all. As we prepared to find out if we were going to have a baby, I suddenly realized that I was hoping for a positive.

“Ready?” Spencer asked. I nodded, and he opened the door. We moved to stand together, facing the vanity, where the four tests I’d taken were laying out, waiting. We both seemed to hold our breath as we looked down at them.

Positive, positive, positive, and positive.

All four tests unanimously displayed our fate.

“They’re positive,” Spencer breathed. I looked up at him.

“We’re having a baby,” I said. He didn’t react for a few seconds, but then I watched a smile split his face as he reached for me, pulling me close into him.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated.

“Spence?” I asked, pulling back slightly. “Are you good? You’re okay with this?”

“I’m better than okay with it,” he replied. “I’m ecstatic, (Y/N). I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Spence,” I laughed as he tugged me back to his chest.

Ashton Imagine: Pregnancy Gender Surprise

Author: Rhine


You smiled as you watched Ashton try to assemble the baby crib, his curly hair flopping onto his face as he re-read the manual for the fifth time, tools and parts scattered around him. 

He looked so adorably confused, eyebrows furrowed as he sat cross-legged in the middle of the nursery, trying to decipher the manual before him.

“Do you need help, Ash?” You giggle, watching as a small frown started to form on his lips. 

He shakes his head, a few loose curls escaping from his bandana and covering his eyes. 

“Trust me, babe. I got this.”

“You said that four tries ago, Ash.”

“Fifth time’s the charm. Have a little faith.”

You give him a doubtful look, and he merely sticks his tongue out at you.

He rolls up the sleeves of his baseball shirt a little more, exposing the tanned muscle underneath. He absentmindedly picks up the screwdriver next to him, muttering underneath his breath as he makes his way back to the mess of crib parts that he had half-assembled in the past hour.

You can’t help but to stare at your husband, who was now hammering away at a wooden leg with his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration - he was beautiful and sweet and he brought a smile to your face every day without a fail.

You could only hope that your baby could have a smile as beautiful as Ashton’s.

You absentmindedly rubbed your swollen stomach, a habit you had picked up ever since you found out about your pregnancy six months ago. 

You still remembered when you saw the little symbols marking a positive; how Ashton’s smile put the sun to shame, how he picked you up and planted the sweetest kiss on your forehead, holding you close.

Thank you. 

The sincerity of his words had reverberated in your bones, and all you could do was kiss him lightly on the lips, standing at the tips of your toes just to reach him.

No, thank you. For giving me the best opportunity I could ever ask for. For your love. For your miracle.

He had held against his chest and placed gentle kisses on the top of your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and tracing patterns on the small of your back.

You had put your head on his heart and felt his heartbeat ring with yours - and with the heartbeat of the new life in your stomach.

You and Ashton were more than ready to be parents - you were happily married and prepared for the next step in your life together, making plans and talking about dreams and hopes and wishes over dinner and before bed and in the early mornings. 

But having it be confirmed, knowing that your dreams would be coming true in a matter of months - it made the two of you ecstatic. 

You delighted in planning schedules and researching about this and that and choosing the best path for the life in your belly. You loved shopping for clothes and equipment for the new addition in your family - you and Ashton would run down the aisle like little kids, pulling this and that off the shelves and racks and playing with toys and wondering if your baby would love it as much as the two of you did.

You set aside all the toys and clothes and equipment in your house, everything sitting patiently, waiting for the arrival of the baby. 

You loved finding out the size of the baby inside of you, and Ashton eagerly marked your growing stomach’s progress on the wall of your living room. 

Just two more months to go, babe. We’re almost there - we’re so close. 

He made sure you didn’t have to do any work - not if he could help it. Ashton fussed over you like a mother hen, giving you breakfast in bed and holding your arm whenever you walked and tying your shoelaces and holding your bags and massaging your sore feet. He’d cook dinner and do the cleaning, and even did the laundry - which he hated - while you sat and read a book or watched some television.

He made sure you were pampered and comfortable and happy, saying you were his queen and he promised to take care of you from now on until forever.

You worried for him, though - he’d collapse onto the bed at the end of every long day, worn and tired, and you’d have to remind him to take breaks during the day, telling him to rest his head on your shoulder and to just hold you and your baby for a moment before bustling away for the quick arrival.

Got to make everything perfect for my queen and princess. 

He’d wink at you, dimples flashing, before getting back to work.

Ashton was so elated when the doctor told the two of you that it was a girl - you saw the tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes when the news was announced, and the tender words that he’d whisper to your growing stomach every night made your heart melt.

Daddy loves you, princess.

He’d kiss your stomach gently, rubbing it lightly before placing a delicate kiss on your forehead, whispering goodnight.

One more month, beautiful - one more month ‘till we can start this little family of ours. 


Ashton was ecstatic , to say the least, during your last month of pregnancy - even more so than usual, which you didn’t think was possible.

He’d have this bounce in his step and a smile on his face and his happiness seeped out of him, uncontrollable. He went to the baby stores and insisted on getting everything ready for the arrival of the baby himself - he wouldn’t let you lift a finger, despite your protests.

You’ve got to take care of the baby - besides, this is daddy’s job.

He painted the nursery pink, getting splashes of pink paint all over his ripped tees and golden curls, coming back to you with splotches of paint on his nose. The room was haphazardly painted - you can almost pick out where Ashton tried to paint as he laughed at some stupid joke you made - but you loved it and smiled when he finished, covered in paint and standing proudly in the middle of the room, a mess all around him.

It looks perfect, Ash.

Do you think she’ll like it?

I think she’ll love it.

He built the dresser and the crib and he painstakingly assembled all the parts himself, scratching his head all afternoon and staying up late to complete it all. He arranged all the clothes neatly in their drawers and positioned all the toys around the room himself, making sure that everything was perfectly in its place.

He always took out time for a break though, cuddling with you throughout the day and occasionally playing with the toys to 'test them out’.

Psst, this is Ashtronaut. The crib has been successfully assembled, I repeat the crib has been successfully assembled. Ashtronaut, over and out.

Ash, are you playing with the walkie-talkie again?

Psst, this is Ashtronaut. This is a vital testing process, love. Ashtronaut, over and out.

You merely watched and smiled as he did it all, a warmth bubbling through your body as Ashton prepared himself to be a dad, all with a smile on his face.

He’s enjoying it, you think - sometimes you catch Ashton standing in the completed nursery by himself, looking around the room he had worked so hard on, smiling to himself, and you wonder what’s going through that mind of his.

Sometimes he’d crawl over to your spot on the couch and plop himself next to you, gently rubbing your stomach and lazily wrapping his arms around you, his breath warm on your neck. You’d ask him if he was tired and he’d merely answer with I’d never be tired of being a dad, smiling sleepily up at you before dozing off a few minutes later.

And on the nights where Ashton stayed awake, you’d curl up with him on the bed that you shared, doodling on a piece of paper while the two of you thought of names. Ever since the doctor told you that your baby was a girl three months ago, you and Ashton had been coming up with names, playing with different sounds and meanings, often before the two of you went to sleep.

You could never agree on a name, and when you’d be lucky enough to settle on one that you thought would be alright, the two of you would always change your mind a few days later.

Why don’t we just call her Princess?

As a pet name, sure - but legally, I think she might hold a few grudges against us.

Why? I mean, I’d want to be called 'princess’.

You can be a fairy princess if you want, Ash.

At the end of the day, the two of you decided that you’d pick out a name from the few selections you had after the baby was born - you agreed that you couldn’t pick a name before getting to know your little girl first.

Ashton marked the days down on your calendar, eagerly crossing off each day, getting closer and closer to the day you were expected to be due.

Princess is coming, babe - we’re going to be a family at last.


You remember the twisting pain in your abdomen in the middle of lunch, how Ashton yelped and hurried you to the car, driving you to the hospital like a madman.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god -

You were panicking and groaning in pain, holding your stomach and still in a state of shock even though you saw this coming nine months ago.

You just couldn’t believe it was happening.

And how much it hurt.

You’ll be fine, babe - just breathe, just breathe - in and out, just like that. Just breathe, you’re doing perfect.

The hospital trip was a blur of hysteria and trying to calm yourself and trying to bear with the pain all at once, and you were hardly aware of your surroundings until you were lying on the hospital bed surrounded by doctors and nurses.

Everyone was a frenzy of words and advice and all you could see were people with masks on their faces telling you to do this and that and nothing was sinking into your head except for the pain.

You searched for Ashton’s face among the masked faces and found his bright eyes, a few tufts of curls escaping the medical hat. You couldn’t see his lips but you could see the smile in his eyes, full of endearing support and love.

You can do it, babe. Come on, that’s my girl!

He gripped your hand and you’re pretty sure you might’ve broke his in the process, but he’s full of encouragement and having him by your side makes you feel stronger, despite the growing weariness in your body.

You cry out and you scream and you’re so tired and you feel like your body is being stretched from the inside out and you’re sore and panting and you can’t remember the last time you felt this worn out, but everyone keeps on telling you that you’re almost there and Ashton’s thumb is gently massaging your knuckles and you tell yourself to hold on for a few more minutes.

And after what feels like an eternity, you hear a cry that’s not your own and everyone’s cheering and you collapse onto the bed, exhausted.

You just manage to open your eyes enough to see a nurse in front of you hold a small bundle covered in bits of red, and you make out small hands waving in the air. You weakly reach out for it, and the nurse smiles, carrying the small bundle towards you.

Congratulations - it’s a healthy baby boy.

You barely register the words in your head, but when you hold the little bundle in your arm, you can’t help but to smile down at it - him.

My beautiful baby boy.

You’re taken aback by how small he his - he barely fits in your arms - and his eyes are wide and starting to blink, small hands reaching for you, forming tiny fists. You can see the smooth skin and the soft curves and dips of his tiny body, and a small tuft of curly hair growing from the top of his head.

It’s a boy, Ash. It’s a boy.

Ashton’s leaning down next to you, a soft smile on his lips, dimples in his cheeks. He’s sticking out his long index finger for the baby to play with, the baby’s small hands barely encircling Ashton’s large finger. Ashton gently tickles the baby’s stomach with his finger, his smile growing as he continues to watch the little bundle in your arms.

All the thoughts of a girl and a princess in pink disappears once you see Ashton and your son - you couldn’t ask for anything more, you wouldn’t want anything else - seeing your husband and your son brought a wave of warmth and content through your system despite your tiredness.

He’s perfect. Just like you.

You see Ashton’s smile grow even larger at your words as his eyes meets yours, an indefinable happiness radiating in his beam.

Our perfect family.


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How to get back into practicing after a haitus

The three weeks leading up to my graduate recital in May, I practiced between four and five hours each day. Immediately after the recital, I had a couple of gigs and rehearsals, which kept me playing daily, but not nearly at the same volume. I went through a bit of flute/school-withdrawal, as well as “Oh Sh*t what do I do with life now?!” and “I need to find a summer job?”
My practicing was sparse, but it still existed. My last gig was on June 13th, and I continued playing a bit here and there, but then June 18th was the last day I truly practiced something. I took a good week and a half completely off. Did I do it on purpose? Not at all. Each day I was not practicing, I was experiencing crazy musician guilt. You know the one! I did lots of other stuff with my time, like work, sewing, exercising, cleaning, socializing (Whaaat?! Yeah!), and actually going to a couple of concerts. Without a firm daily schedule (If you remember from some of my previous posts, I absolutely need a firm daily/weekly/monthly calendar to keep my shit together as a human) each day I would tell myself “tomorrow is the day I get back practicing” but then I wouldn’t. 

I devised some strategies to get myself back into the swing of things, and I want to share them with you now!

-Don’t be afraid of how you might sound. You’ll be wherever you’ll be, and that’s OK

-Watch performances of great works online! I watched a bunch of baroque ensemble performances, listened to Brahms symphonies, all of the Berio sequenzas, and a bunch of flute concerti. Sometimes if your body doesn’t feel ready to practice, listening and getting your brain back in the mode is just as good.

-Find an accountability buddy! Text your friend and have practice solidarity!

-Book a lesson with your teacher, if they’re around, or a different teacher. Or ask a friend to hear you run through something in a few day’s time, or get together with friends and play duets/trios/chamber music

-Take out your instrument. Even if you don’t feel like it. Just take it out. 

-Take a huge breath in, stretch your arms up to the sky, and then exhale and let everything go! You’re ready

-Do long tones. 

-Play very slowwwww scales

-Keep relaxed and remember you’re an amazing musician

-Take a selfie and post it on instagram/tumblr! You did it!

Other things you can do:

-Write out a plan for the next four months. I was eager and made a whole year plan. Write in upcoming performances if you have them, if not, performances that you want to do, or rep that you want to learn and when you want to learn it by. 

-Journal about what you want to practice today.

-Draw a picture of yourself jamming out

-Visualize how you see yourself playing in your practice session. You’re totally focused and doing everything with complete ease, right?

-Think about how much you will accomplish by putting in the practice time this summer! 

-Play outside. It’s summer. Go be outside. 

-Drink lots of water

Anyone have any other strategies?

Study Planning Options

Wall planner:

I write all the university term and holiday dates and my assignment due dates and exams on this. Then I cross off each day as it happens, so I can always see at a glance how soon the next break or due date is.


Each week I write up the biggest three or four goals that I want to get done. Seeing them up on the wall each morning reminds me of what I need to do and motivates me to get those items crossed off. I also write up any big events that I have on that week.

Weekly planner:

First I schedule in all my classes and weekly events, then my one-off events, and then I schedule my study around that. I use a colour coding system: blue for a class, purple for a weekly commitment that isn’t a class, orange for a once-off commitment, red for a due date, green for a study to-do item, pink for a to-do item that isn’t study related, and black for other things. I also write in due date reminders for one, two, and three weeks before the due date. If something is really important then I highlight it. I like to make my planner flexible so I don’t plan everything down to the hour but rather just write a list of what I have to do each day.

Post-it notes:

If I have a list of things I want to get done in a week but no particular days I have to do them on, I write the list on a large post-it note and stick it in my planner opening for that week. Then each day I choose something to do off the note and once I’ve done it, I write it into my planner for that day. They’re also great for sticking little reminders and lists around the house.

Phone calendar:

I use this for things that I might otherwise forget, such as a departmental seminar that I want to go to, or to email something to my supervisor by a certain time. These will also be in my planner but if I think something it likely to slip my mind then I will put it in my phone as well so I get a little alarm reminding me to do it.

To-do lists:

I use these on days where I really need to get stuff done. I write a massive list and challenge myself to see how many things I can get crossed off it.


I use these to keep different lists of things I need to do for each course. For instance, I have one for my research project where I list things I need to do for each step of the project. Then I use these lists to figure out what I need to schedule into my planner.

Jaspar Advent Calender 2016 II Jaspar fanfiction

- Masterlist of all my stories -

Yes, so maybe some of you guessed it, I’m doing vlogmas this year I have decided to post a Jaspar advent calendar!

I can’t promise I’ll manage to get 24 stories up, but I’ll try my best! Some of these are one-shots, some of these are shorter stories spread over several chapters. I will post about 500 - 1000 words per chapter (which is less than I usually post, I am aware of that)

This will be a random mixture of not necessarily christmassy stuff, there will be a bit of fluff, but, because it’s me, mainly angst and (light) smut!

Day 1: Set Me Ablaze Pt I

Five times Joe got aroused by something Caspar did and one time he got caught.

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Title: Iridescent

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word count: 3,093

Theme song: Tuxedo Junction by the Glenn Miller Orchestra

This is part three to the Time and Space series. PART 1 - PART 2



Your name: submit What is this?

The clock over City Hall had already chimed ten o’clock before you’d run by it with a small, brown paper bag hanging from your wrist. It hit your legs with each step your heels clicked out over the sidewalk. The day was warming and the sun, your favorite star, hung lazy in the cloudless summer sky above.

You turned down side streets, past neighbors’ houses, past trees you used to climb a lifetime ago, and came to an abrupt stop just before turning up the front walk to your house. Your hair, somewhat windblown from your hurried trek back, blew over your eyes in the soft breeze and you pushed it away to better narrow your gaze at the figure sitting on your front porch swing.

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I have finally managed to open a spot on Redbubble.com, where you can buy our infamous - but undeniably HOT Thranduil Calendar for 2014.

Click here to buy this piece of beauty

QTWPBA (Questions That Will Probably Be Asked):

Q: 24,40 €???? That’s a bit pricey isn’t it??
A: 22,20€ is the base price for every calendar on the site, and the user who provides the artwork can choose what percentage to add to the base price to get the final sum at which the product will be put for sale. I put 10%, that means that 2,20 € is all I get for every calendar sold. Plus, it’s a very high quality print, the paper is thick and beautiful, and the size is an impressive A3. Hence the 24,40€. I’m sorry if it’s too much, but I’ve figured out another way to come to your rescue, less wealthy fans.

Q: It’s a 2014 calendar! I wanted one I can use every year!
A: DON’T PANIC, little ball of sunshine! There’s a way you can get one of these too! Send me an ask, or email me at soulphantom03@yahoo.it. I’ll personally print out and assemble a smaller calendar (the layout of every page is the one you can see in the second picture above), that can be purchased at 10€ + shipping expenses. I’ll be shipping from Italy so sending stuff all around Europe will be really cheap (around 5€ I believe); I’m afraid that shipping to the rest of the world might be a little more expensive, but I’ll do my best to keep everything as cheap as possible.

Q: The pun on the cover is so lame I’m not buying this calendar anymore.

In case of any other question, please feel free to send an ask and I’ll relpy as quickly as I can!

Thanks for supporting this stupid blog!


A: Yes. That’s me. That’s my real name.


AI YAZAWA IS BACK. Well we hope. She has drawn new Nana art that glimpses into their future for a calendar that was released in January’s issue of Cookie Magazine!!!

Nana is my number 1 favorite anime. It was my first and the one I watch over and over again. I feel like I really, truly know the characters.

Nana’s love for Ren that will never end and the way her favorites never change.

Hachi thinking she’s in control in her life but realizing that no one is actually behind the wheel.

Yasu with his maternal instincts and all of his Black Stone cherry cigarettes.

Shin’s transformation from cute school boy to the wise, blue haired prostitute at only 16 years old.

Ren wanting to marry Nana and have a couple kids even though she’s against it.

Nobus smile. The way he laughs with his whole body. The way he loves Hachi unconditionally, even after he found out the the baby might not be his.

I love them all. They helped me through the most difficult times in my life and I want to thank Ai Yazawa for that. I feel trully connected to few things but Nana will always have a big place in my heart.

2016 marks the 7 year date since she went on hiatus for her medical issues and every Nana fan is freaking out. Is his her way of saying she’s back? Are we getting new manga? Anime continuation? Or are we just getting overexcited about the calendar? Hopefully she will let us know soon.

Look at Nana’s long hair… I need a Nana reunion before I die.


Mod Christmas Calendar, December 7th

Today is a short ponytail with all (or almost all) hair tucked back. It’s been requested for a while, so i hope the requesters still want it, huhu.

Tomorrow’s mod will be a bit late. I don’t have anything ready and i’m gone all day tomorrow so i will have to finish it on friday morning. This means that some timezones might still get it on the correct date, but for people in my timezone +, it will be a day late.

Anyway, today’s mod can be found here.

heavensentstudyblr  asked:

i dropped out of school for a couple years and was lost in my addiction. i'm starting school again for the spring semester in 2 months. what supplies should i buy to prepare myself for the semester??

okAY i got u~

  • pens = i personally love the bic cristal xtra smooth ballpoint pens for everyday writing (they’re really cheap and smooth and last forever) but basically just pic up a pack whatever pens you want to write w/ all the time! I’d recommend getting at least a blue, black, and red one
  • pencils + eraser = not mandatory (especially if you’re not doing maths/art subjects) but if you are planning on getting one I’d get a mechanical pencil to save the mess
  • folders w loose leaf OR notebooks = link to a question on this that i’ve answered before
  • some kind of organiser = whether you want to go with a bullet journal or a diary or a paper/phone calendar or printables just make sure you have a way of keeping track of everything! Don’t just rely on you memory because it can fail at the best of times ahaha
  • ? device = depending on your course it might be handy to bring a tablet / laptop with you but its optional

That’s pretty much the essentials!! I mean you could totally splurge on rulers/fineliners/markers/tabs etc too but if you don’t need to / can’t then don’t worry about it :D hope this helps! xxx

anonymous asked:

Why do you want the kirishima sibling to team up so badly?

There are just SO many reasons why I want them to team up

  2. The awkward reunion scene between 2 stubborn people who both have trouble explaining their feelings.
  3. The angst from them begrudgingly teaming up at first for Hinami’s sake and then gradually reforming their bond.
  4. Ayato and Touka need to have a heart-to-heart and sort out their issues after the way their last reunion went in the Aogiri Arc. Both of them carry pretty heavy emotional scars from their childhood and the violence in their past. And both have been affected by their confrontation and separation, no matter how much they saved face and pretended to be ok. I really feel like if they can heal their relationship it will do a lot of good for both of their characters. 
  5. Ayato needs to realise that strength isn’t everything in the world and no matter what rating the CCG give him, he will never be strong enough to help Hinami escape on his own. He’s always been very arrogant and confident in himself. I think admitting he needs help and from the people at Anteiku he once looked down on will be a big step forward for him in terms of character development. 
  6. For the aesthetic! I always loved the black and white contrast of Kurona and Nashiro’s design. Touka wearing her White Rabbit mask next to Ayato’s Black Rabbit would just be epic. Good shit right there.
  7. If they try to make a Cochlea Jail Break, that opens up the possible plot point that they could find their father, Arata, who’s kakuhou is (was?) being farmed to make the Arata armour. That is literally one of the things I want to see most in this manga even if it is pretty unlikely :’(
  8. To see at least a small part of the Kirishima family back together. I’ve loved the whole tragic story of the Kirishima’s throughout TG, and the calendar images of Hikari and Arata have made my thirst to learn more about their story even greater. Sadly, I suspect we’ve gotten as much of their backstory as we’re ever going to get- a lot of it, including Hikari as Yomo’s sister, is I think a ‘read between the lines’ explanation and we might not get an explicit statement confirming everything in canon. But we can still get future Kirishima family dynamics if they team up again :’)
  9. Sibling relationships have played a major role in a lot of characters back stories- Yomo, Nishiki, Shirazu, Naki, *cough*RioWhenHeBecomesCanon*cough*. But most of the times we’ve seen sibling relationships in TG, one of them is dead and we’re shown how that has shaped their brother or sister’s life afterwards. With Touka and Ayato we have a chance to see how Ishida will explore the dynamics between siblings and that’s something I really want to see.
  10. And finally, because I want Uncle Yomo to have both his Niece and Nephew back together and they can all live happily ever after. The End.

In this article, you will learn how you yourself can use pendulums for divination.

Pendulum Divination

Pendulum Divination, also known as radiesthesia, dowsing, rhabdomancy, or water witching, is divination by utilizing human sensitivity to the subtle energies emitted by any source living or inert. Some folks believe that their spirit guides act as the source of energy in revealing secret information. The history of this pendulum divination can be traced back over 5,000 years to the ancient Orient. The pendulum is the main instrument used for this area of divination, although wooden rods are also used. This practice became very popular in the Middle Ages and was a favored practice of divination through to the early nineteenth century. The practice lost favor after that but then there was a great renewal of interest in the twentieth century. In 1933, the British Society of Dowsers was formed.

The pendulum is a simple tool. The basic design is a weight of some sort suspended on a fine chain or a length of chain. A dowser is a person who is sensitive to hidden information and uses an indicator, like a pendulum or a rod, to intensify that sensitivity. There are a few different ways to hold your pendulum while working with it. Most dowser’s will hold the end of the chain directly between their fingers.

Just about any small weight can be used for your pendulum. Some people use a pendant necklace, or a ring on the end of a length of string. Coins, crystals, roots, or keys can also be used, as long as it is heavy enough to act as a pendulum. Quartz crystal is said to make a powerfully accurate pendulum. Some commercially produced pendulums are hollow and unscrew to give access to an inside cavity. You can place in here what is known as a “witness”- this would be a sample of what is being sought. For instance, if you were looking for water, you would put a couple of drops of water inside it. The recommended length of chain or string is approximately 20 to 30 cm.

It has been said that consistent use of your pendulum helps to forge a connection to your personal energy. It does take a bit of practice.

How to Use:

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