i never usually do this sort of thing

1. About this Journal Page: I usually add this on the first page, it’s sort of like the alpha because it explains the things that i plan to do w/ my journal. I add “Dear reader,… Love, Me” and script my name + heaps of doodles.

2. Birthday Special and Etc. Bonanza: This page is a list of people’s birthday and other special occasions where either list it down or make huge tables similar to a legit calendar. Doodles make this 10x better.

3. Favorites of the Month: I love doing this because it feels like I can actually reminisce the things that i love about the month. I do this in sketches and paint it with watercolors because watercolor makes everything 100x better.

4. Things I love about the season: Frankly speaking, we only have 2 “seasons” in my country so that’s practically just rainy and dry. And since I am desperately in love with summer, I dedicated a list of things I love about it.

5. The Huge Movie list: This movie list is meant to be a sort-of “reacts” and “ratings” kind of thing because i always love rating the movies that I’ve binge watched.

6. The Moody Playlist: I shuffle my tunes and seek for beautiful tracks and turn them into themed playlist. I think this is perfect if you have a spotify account because you can later on make a legit playlist.

7. Tick it off: This is quite typical tbh: the to-do-list page. The page which makes your journal a bona fide journal. I often times write down my to-do-list with boxes so that i can just tick off when i’m done.

8. Bucket list Version 2.0: Also a classic, you can add a little twist to your bucket list by turning them into sketches instead of the old, lame bullet-ed list sort of thing. Bonus: you can add how old, how you want to look, etc.

9. Thoughts in a Bullet: I do this to write down with ease the bothersome thoughts. I just write it down either in phrases or sentences. Thoughts in a bullet is perfect for calming down and easing the anxiety.

10. The Sunday’s best: Sunday’s best is actually the page i dedicate for when I’m chilling. I practically just let my thoughts wander and write it down in a page. I either make a playlist for sunday, how i want my sunday to be, quick sketches of my bedroom, and tv series i binge-watched that day. Sunday’s best is practically just a chill page and you’re free to do whatever you want to do with it.

11. This Week’s Bake, Blend, Stir and Fry: I honestly just call it that way because it sounds cooler but the gist is that page is meant to be your Recipe of the week sort of thing. If you’re a person with a heart for cooking, then this page is for you.

12. The Featured Pet: I love making this  page because I can actually add my pets in my journal!! I’ll sketch them and describe them and just list down the reasons why I love them. Some of the stuff i write are: name, age of description, color, animal, breed, favorite food, behavior, personality, when it barks, etc!!!

13. Quick Urban Sketches: This journal page idea is something to do when you’re feeling the sun and you want to go outside and bathe yourself with it. You practically just sketch heaps of beautiful buildings, strangers, shrines, etc and paint it using a watercolor (i do it this way, you can do it in your own way too). And then describe it in a short phrase, sentence, or maybe even a paragraph. This is perfect if you’re an outdoor person who loves the sun ~

14. This Week’s Highlights: This is quite similar to favorites of the month however it’s for the week plus it’s not only your favorites. I actually like doing the highlight page because i want to remember all the things that happened to me for the whole time i was having this journal.

15. Dear Elle,: Elle does not exist. I don’t even know anybody with the name Elle. I just dedicate a page for her because I feel like I’m talking to a friend. No, she’s not an imaginary friend. I think the things I write in my dear elle page is mostly directed to me. In dear elle, i write down with all my heart the things that I'am afraid of, my flaws, insecurities, anxiety and I usually just sum it up with a nice positive reminder.

16. The Botanical Garden Dream: Actually this is just a page dedicated for my favorite flowers that I’d love to have and plant in my garden one day. I usually just make this in a garden-looking way so there’s not much words but sketches and doodles. And then i color it using my colored pencils because it’s easier to work with pencils for botanical tbh.

17. 100 Resons to be Happy About: I made this on my first journal (that’s when I was 11) and every time i read it, i still can’t help but smile. This page is a major help for struggling people out there. Honestly, it’s just a page filled with heaps of things i love and i write them down in different sizes, orientation and fonts so that it looks sort of like a mess but not really.

18. *insert TV Series*’s Lessons: I did this on Modern Family and I swear to god this is like the most favorite thing I do about the lesson sort-of thing because I just !! I often times divide it in characters like: Here’s for Haley, Alex, Luke, Phil, etc. And I’ll apply them to myself and it helps out trust me!!

19. 17 Things I’ve Learned Before Turning 17: This is perfect because I can actually look back and see how much I’ve grown. You can do it too but you can use your age instead like if you’re 12 it can be 12 things I’ve learned before turning 12. Something like that.

20. The Dreamy Backpack Adventures: The Dreamy Backpack Adventures is actually just the list of places that I want to visit before I die!! I often times get my inspo from tumblr and do a mini research and write it down on that page too.
21. 10 Things That Make Me Happy: This is quite similar to 100 reasons to be happy about but this time it’s more of a me. I just write this down when I’m totally feeling myself and stuff like that. I got the inspo from the anonymous chain message going on in tumblr so yep.

22. The Ultimate Road Trip Guide: I make this page because I’m one heck of a huge fan of road trips! I often times just make a playlist, write a to-bring-list, make my outfit ideas, and food list kind of thing that i shall do for the whole trip. I also sketch my pillows hehe!

23. Other Versions of Sunshine: I actually made something like this and posted it here, can you remember? It’s just a bunch of lovely little things that remind you of sunshine. I write this down when it’s a sunny saturday and it’s the golden hour (4-5pm).

24. Little Things to be Happy About: I also made this and posted it in here. It’s quite similar to Other Versions of Sunshine but this time, it’s more like a little bit of less descriptive. I suggest making this before doing the Other Versions of Sunshine. This will honestly pump you up a bit.

25. Reminders to Myself: These are cute little positive things that i write down so that i can sort of just read it when I’m having a sad day. I add cute little doodles around too. To make this 10x cuter, i add little animal or cupcake or plant doddle with this bubble reminders and stuff. You can also scan this and post them in tumblr.

26. Sketches: I don’t really think I need to explain this. These are just cute sketches of everything: your house, neighbor’s house, your friends, strangers, etc.

27. The Pressed Flowers & Leaves Page: I’m pretty sure your journal will be a thousand times better if you press some flowers on another book and tape it using washi on your journal. You can dedicate a whole page with captions (what’s the plant, where is it from, when it was picked and pressed, initial color, etc) for your pressed flowers. Perfect for future gift ideas.

28. The Ultimate Picnic Guide: The Ultimate Picnic Guide is also quite similar to The Ultimate Road Trip Guide. I sketch my little cute picnic idea and add colors (using watercolor, still) and then i label it and point it out. Like, the sort of food I will eat, the colors of the blanket, the books I will read, the outfit that i plan to wear, the basket i will bring and stuff. It’s honestly better to sketch it than just write it down. But you can always just do it your way.

29. Paint and Palette Test: I think most artists use a separate sheet of paper for this but honestly the palette test is one of my most favorite thing about painting and making art. I keep it in my journal and test the colors that might match. This is really perfect for future art references and also nice if you’re having an art block + don’t know the heck what you should do. This palette test page could help.

30. A Love Letter: A love letter is sort-of a self-project i made because i love to write letters to people. I will make letters for my friend, my crush, my mom, my dad, and other relatives when i feel the urge to do so. I usually never give them out because well, that’s the sole purpose of writing it- never giving it out. So yeah, a love letter is perfect for when you just want to pour out your feelings over someone and you don’t want them to figure it out. EVER.

31. What I Want To Be: This one is just a goals of the day sort of thing. You can also do it in a goals of the week or month. :-)

32. Things I Love About *your favorite artist*: This can either be a singer, painter, dancer, etc. I honestly just do this to express my love for my faves.

33. The Skin Care Guide: Every time I purchase new things to spice up the softness of my face, I’ll sketch the cute little bottles and facial stuff that i purchase and describe it and write my reviews.

34. The All-time Page (fave books, music, etc): This is a little classic. I basically just write down my all-time favorite books, art, painters, movies, and more.

35. The Book Trip: You can google up some nice book recommendations or from good reads and then you write it down. You could also try to write your expectations and stuff.

36. The Movie Binge: This is quite similar to the Book Trip but this time I write down cute movie recommendations for future binge-watching. Yay!

37. Dear Future/Past Me: I’m not sure if this is classic but I actually like doing this. I wrote a letter for myself 5 years ago and I opened it today and just wow, I was so surprised with how much I’ve grown. So if you practically like those things, you can add this to spice up your journal.

38. Dreamy Date: Practically just a list of things/quality that i want my future significant other to be. Or how my dream date will go. Or just practically the “date a person who..” kind of thing. 

39. To Be Or Not To Be: It’s just a cute list of all the inspirational quotes i gather from everywhere. At times, I’ll sketch the figure/portrait of the person who said it and add a little thought bubble with the quote.

40. The Grocery List: Honestly, I just make a grocery list kind of thing because i love drawing goodies and food!! It’s more of a favorite page kind of thing but this time it’s filled with canned foods. You can also do this in bullet form.

41. The Fashionette 101: In other words: outfit page. This is where I sketch my #ootd or just the outfit inspos i get from tumblr. As you all know, i have a tag #ootd_insp. I sometimes sketch nice outfit ideas from there. 

42. Cut It Out: The Cut it out is page is practically dedicated for magazine cut-outs. I have a lot of old magazines and art books that I’ve finished reading so instead of throwing them, I’ll just cut ‘em and paste on my journal.

43. Little Flaws I love About Me: This is also inspired by the chain anonymous message about loving yourself. You just practically just list down the cute little things you like about yourself.

44. List of Pets and Plants + Name Ideas: This is sort of like a keeping track page for all my pets and plants. I will also sketch and draw them when I feel like it. This is perfect with watercolor, jsyk. :-)

45. The Space Page: The Space Page is one of my most recent page where i just draw a lot of space stuff and all the planets and add cute little facts about it. I sometimes add glitters instead of painting them because planets are fab as heck.

46. Mini-Comic and The Everyday Adventures: Literally just a little comic strip about your everyday encounters. I made a similar one entitled “The Homey Adventures” and you can find it somewhere in my blog. You can divide it in four squares or depends on your own liking.

47. The Brunette and Grainy Pictures: If you have a lot of vintage, european-ish sort of stickers and cute little goodies, you can make a vintage page for that. You can fill it out with nice doodles of buses and pins and stamps, too.

48. Doodle page: This is entirely different from the sketch page because doodle page is a lot more chill and adorable. You can fill up a whole page or just half of it or maybe a quarter and add other sections if you want.

49. Poems: Yep, quite obvious, guys.

50. The “Why I love” Section: Some Why I love suggestions: tea, coffee, ice cream, your dog, color, food, etc. You can add a lot of details and images because the more detailed the better honestly.

in any friend group i always get really into figuring out which person is the glue that holds ‘em together y'know?? 'cause there’s usually a person like that.

and i used to think it was remus for the marauders in two senses. his lycanthropy is the genesis of their animagus transformations and therefore he’s the reason they’re A Pack (for those uninitiated into the full world of marauders tropes, The Pack is one. and it’s important 2 me), but also. remus has uncommon kindness, and thoughtfulness, and i firmly believe that the others saw that and valued it. so remus as the glue made sense.

i’ve never thought it was sirius or peter – sirius is sort of a tornado in his own right y'know, too big and too loud and a complete raging disaster. he doesn’t bring people together so much as he brings them in. and peter, peter couldn’t hold anyone together. in the end, peter couldn’t hold himself together.

i can still make a compelling argument for remus, but really, really, i believe it’s james.

i think about what remus says in deathly hallows all the time, that he would have considered it the height of dishonor to mistrust a friend. james, young, brave, brilliant, bright james. james would never do wrong by a friend, and at their heart that’s what the marauders are about: sticking by your friends, no matter how hellacious or miserable the road becomes. james had faith.

i think the animagus transformation was james’s idea. i think that for james, thinking about remus suffering like that tore him up inside and drove him to tears late at night and made him ache deeper than he knew he could. james was the one who stopped The Prank, and there’s no doubt in my mind that his first thought was of remus – what would happen to remus if one of them made a stupid mistake. james is the one sirius turns to when he runs away. james is the one who would do anything, anything, anything for a friend.

james was their backbone. their strongest point, their unshakable, impossibly stubborn friend. james directed them all towards the kind of friendship he felt so naturally, and in the chaos of the war, it’s james who never falters once.

Extra Sugar

Originally posted by somethingincrediblyright

Requested: By myself honestly, but this is also my (pretty late) fic for Day 1 of the Hamilton Write-A-Thon, hosted by @hamwriters (thank you!!)

Pairings: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: The Reader works in a coffee shop, and she feels a bit territorial about her favorite customer  {Coffee Shop AU}

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 1,285

A/N: I hope that you guys like this, I was super unsure about it until @secretschuylersister was the sweetest person ever and read it for me. Sorry that this is being posted so late, I was traveling yesterday. 

Your customer was back.

Saying that felt unfair, but you couldn’t help but smile every time he came back. Most of the time, he looked even more worse for wear than he had the last time. His hair was constantly disheveled, the bags under his eyes were worrying, and it looked like he owned one sweatshirt that he might have lived in. And somehow, he seemed genuinely happy to be there.

And when you were working with Corrine, he was one of the few people that was able to pull you out of the sour mood that you inevitably fell into after working with her for more than a few hours. You had opened that day, all by yourself. It wasn’t like you were scheduled that way, either. A few minutes after the morning rush, Corrine waltzed in. She looked well rested and pleasant. It took everything that you had in you not to choke her out.

Lin was making his way up to the counter, and you had already started his two shots of espresso.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you with anything?” You glanced behind you to see Corrine actually attempting to help a customer. But something felt off. She was leaning too far over the counter, and her voice sounded more like a purr than a barista helping a customer.

You mouthed his order to yourself as he responded. “Vanilla latte with a double shot, please.”

“Of course, I’ll just get that started for you.” Corrine said, tapping a few buttons on the register before rushing over to where you were putting the finishing touches on his drink.

“I’ll get this one.” She said, making it sound like she was doing you a favor by taking credit for your work. You watched her in disbelief as she handed Lin the cup, holding onto his hand for a few more seconds than really necessary and then stood watching him make his way out of the shop.

You sighed to yourself, thinking that at least she wasn’t going to show up this early two days in a row.

You were sadly mistaken when you arrived to work the next morning to find Corrine behind the counter. Not only had she beaten you there, but she was sitting behind the counter doing no actual work.

“Hey!” She called, head snapping up from her phone when she heard the door open.

You chose to simply smile in return, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“So tell me, who was that man who’s order you knew by heart yesterday?” You held your breath, hoping to allow yourself at least a few seconds to calm down. “Because he is going to ask me out if it’s the last thing he does.”

You fought to keep the confused expression off of your face. Somehow, you felt more hurt than annoyed. Usually you rolled your eyes at Corrine’s antics, but this time felt different.

Oh God. You liked him. And somehow you had managed to be completely oblivious until Corrine wanted him. Typical.

“I don’t know much about him.” You said, taking off your coat and tying your apron around your waist. “His name is Lin-Manuel and he likes extra sugar in his coffee, even if he is a little bit embarrassed to ask for it.” You realized Corrine was barely even paying attention to you anymore, so you chose to stop talking, allowing silence to fill the room again.

“Well then, I guess that I will just have to take it upon myself to do some investigating.” Corrine said, tapping away at her phone.

You struggled through the morning rush, Corrine lounging in the back room while you somehow managed to spill not one but two cups of coffee on yourself.

By the time that Lin walked through the door, you were looking a bit worse for wear. “Hello!” you called, still feeling a sense of relief when he walked through the door. He fixed you with his blinding smile before making his way to the counter. “Vanilla latter with a double shot, right?”

His eyebrows drew together, confusion clouding his features. “You know my order?”

The blush was nearly instantaneous. “It is kind of my job to know your order.”

“Most people don’t bother, I guess.” He shrugged, and you were more than happy to let the subject drop.

Before you could say anything else, Corrine sat a cup of coffee in front of him. “It’s on the house.” She said, winking at him. You noticed a phone number scrolled along the side. Your heart suddenly felt a bit less fluttery, the butterflies abandoning their home in your stomach.

“Oh, well thanks!” He said, fixing her with a grin before grabbing the coffee and heading out of the shop.

“I think that my work here is done.” Corrine laughed, slipping on a coat and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“You are scheduled for another four hours today.” You said meekly, gesturing to the cork board where the owner posted your schedules.

“I have to get ready for my date with Lin tonight.” She was talking to you like she was explaining a perfectly simple concept to a child.

“He already asked you out?” You were fighting not to feel defeated, but the doubt was swallowing you whole.

“No, but I’m sure that he will now that he has my number.” And just like that, she was gone.

Even though you were left alone for the foreseeable future, the morning rush was over and it would be nice to have some time to yourself. You had just begun to gather up the dishes left over from that morning when the bell over the door rang.

He was back.

You struggled to find words as he approached the counter, but they were all getting caught in your throat.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but this is the worst cup of coffee that I have ever had in my entire life.” Lin said, chuckling. He sat the latte on the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly.

“I can honestly say that I have never seen Corrine make a latte in the entire time that I have worked here, so that doesn’t sound very farfetched to me.” You tossed the cup into the trash can, starting two new shots of espresso for him.

“So that was her number on the cup then?” He asked. You might have just been projecting, but it almost sounded like he was disappointed.

“Yeah… sorry if she made you uncomfortable. Corrine can be a bit entitled at times.” You poured the espresso in the cup and gathered up all of the materials that you would need to steam his milk.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable with her giving me her number, but I might have been hoping that a different girl had written her’s down as well.”

“I- I think that we might be able to work something out.” Your heart was going insane, but you felt like you were going to float away. You added the vanilla and some extra sugar to his latte, scrolling your name and your phone number on the side of the cup.

“I’ll see you later.” Lin said, accepting the latte and taking a large sip.

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” You called after him.

“I have confidence.” He laughed, giving you one last smile before pushing the door open.

You got a text message a few minutes later. It was from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who had sent it.

From: Unknown Number

Can I pick you up around seven? I promise we can go for something other than coffee! :D

Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 

“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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On Reading Sherlock’s Face

I’m not a fan of metas based on reading faces. I’ve seen other people do it well, but I’ve never liked actually basing conclusions off expressions alone. Everything exists in context, but especially facial expressions. They’re also the easiest thing to project onto– you can read a lot of things into a facial expression, and I’m very wary of that sort of thing in analysis. I am particularly wary when shippers do it and/or there’s an agenda involved (and usually there is an agenda involved, in fandom). My point: I don’t really do facial analysis if I can help it, and certainly not alone. But there’s definitely a point in TFP where the show kinda begs you to look at Sherlock’s face, and I can’t deny it’s interesting.

In a general sense, I’m also kinda going through the things that seem off or are interesting in Series 4 (in no particular order), and of course, I haven’t addressed this yet:

I remember being struck by this when I saw it in the trailer, and analyzing it a bit. It was obvious to me it wasn’t to John, because John is behind Sherlock. In thinking about it before I knew the context, I thought it was weird, because Sherlock looked so unhappy. His whole expression is… tense, disturbed at something. It’s not the kind of face (or set-up) one associates with an ‘I love you’, so I thought something rather dark must be going on.

Now, I agree with the analysis that this isn’t Sherlock’s ‘lying face’, or the over-the-top acting Sherlock was doing with Janine in HLV. This is definitely different. But the only two options aren’t ‘he’s lying’ vs ‘he’s just realized he means it’. The difference between TFP and HLV is context: in HLV, Sherlock went on to dismiss John’s horror at his callousness, and say love was ‘human error’. In TFP, Sherlock no longer thinks so. That is the point.

A lot of people (no matter what they ship) don’t understand this scene– they either seem to think it’s gratuitous emotional torture, bad Molly characterization (because she’s apparently not gotten over her feelings, though as I’ve said, there’s no reason to think she had), or– I suppose– there to show us that Sherlock just loves Molly back, all appearances to the contrary. Of course, many fans essentially believe there doesn’t really need to be a reason for that last option, particularly seeing as it’s about a heterosexual couple, so I’ll just say that no, there actually does need to be a reason, not to mention build-up. Besides, if Sherlock simply… meant it, that would kill the drama (and the intended darkness) of the scene. In general, no matter what Sherlock’s face says, the narrative has to support it or it makes no sense and constitutes bad writing. But for what it’s worth, his face doesn’t really say ‘I love you’. He looks sad and disturbed, but I do believe he also looks like he’s realizing something on some level. It’s a form of his serious deduction face, except we don’t get as much of an inward look as we did the last time this happened, during the wedding speech in TSoT (as I once wrote extensively about).

So what is Sherlock realizing, in context?

That question is closely tied to asking why that scene is there. I mean, I’ve seen plenty of Johnlock shippers sort of riff on the fact that the deduction of the person meant for the casket could have been about John– he too is short and practical, and he loves Sherlock! But I think bringing John into it is a derailment. It’s not about John, but it’s not about Molly, either, not directly. Like I said in my John analysis in TLD, it’s not about John ‘cause it’s about Sherlock. Obviously, this applies to this scene: we’re focused on Sherlock’s face here, full screen. That certainly suggests that we’re meant to be focusing on him (and his arc).

And yes, that’s what I think it’s about. I realize most people who’re not Johnlockers seem not to care that there’s an arc, but even though we’ve been wrong about various things, the one thing I’ve been right about is the importance of Sherlock’s arc. Moffat has explicitly referred to it and its relevance to TFP, too. This is Sherlock’s test, his final test (as administered by Eurus, the embodiment of the ‘high-functioning sociopath’ persona). The Final Problem is becoming human.

So what does that have to do with Molly? He’s already told Eurus that he realizes his life is not his own: “Your own death is something that happens to everybody else.” So he’s learned the lesson of Reichenbach. The ‘human error’ thing is about people like Janine and Molly though, in the show. He doesn’t really have a problem accepting his feelings about John (however you want to read them); as soon as he realized them, around TEH and TSoT, he accepted them. John is always the exception. It’s everyone else’s feelings– and feeling in general– that Sherlock hasn’t taken seriously or accepted as valid, as important, as worth empathizing with. So this is the final step: he’d already felt bad for Molly in TEH, but he didn’t take her feelings fully seriously, because then there was Janine. Love was still ‘human error’… but then Sherlock kept making that error. You don’t have to read this romantically, though it’s certainly not been about Molly. He’s made the error about John, about Mary, and even about Eurus (in TLD). That’s what he was telling Mrs Hudson with ‘Norbury’. He knows that ‘human error’ is something he has to take into account. Heartbreak is something Sherlock is now very familiar with. He has to feel it, but he doesn’t have to fear it (as Moriarty said).

Sherlock fake-smiled when he proposed to Janine because he was dissociating, essentially. Here, he wasn’t. But that doesn’t mean he was confessing his love. It means he was fully feeling the awfulness  of what he was doing to Molly, and that he was aware he was using  his real feelings– because he really does care about her as a friend– to hurt her, essentially. This is the realization he started to have at the end of TAB, about how many women he’d hurt. This is the consequence: it hurts. It burns. It aches, being human. But it allows him to reach his sister, in the end, so the point is not about avoiding the pain but embracing it.

A Massive Spones Rec List

The Spones fandom is made up of some of the most talented people but is tiny and in need of more content. Due to this fact, there are significantly less Spones fics so I searched extra hard to compile a good, lengthy list of fics.. and somehow managed to find way more fics than I did for my Mckirk one?? Why am I such trash, help I need a life.

(Listed alphabetically: ** = favourite)

Addressed to the Damn Doctor by ElloPoppet | 2.5k, T

Spock writes McCoy a letter of confession, despite not quite knowing how to write a love letter. (A super sweet insight into Spock’s mind, especially on his thoughts on the Enterprise’s resident doctor.)

Best Medicine for the Worst Patient by gammadolphin | 8.5k, T

It’s a special kind of hell, becoming obsessed with the laughter of a man who barely even smiles unless he’s high or dying of blood loss. Leonard doesn’t handle it particularly well. (A hilariously frustrating fic in which Bones becomes a little too obsessed with trying to hear Spock laugh just once more.)

Blues March by IntuitivelyFortuitous | 7k, T

Leonard McCoy sees his friends bleed. He loves the blood when it is inside them, flushing their cheeks and warming their skin. When it colors his hands on the operating table, he can think of little but the time he has with them, and a minute is too long to waste. He’s not going to let Spock get away that easily. (Gruesome and sad yet somehow really sweet.)

The Body by therev | 13k, T

McCoy’s consciousness is transferred into an android body after a fatal accident. Spock helps him remember the man he used to be. (Wow a really creative and fascinating fic that could have gone totally wrong if it hadn’t been written by such a talented author.)

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3 Years in  // The Only Way Out is Still Through

Did you guys notice I never posted a three years of nursing post back in March?? Probably not. That’s ok. In truth I was having a rough time at the end of February so it took me a while to write this post. Then I decided to sit on it and decide whether it felt right to post it. So… Here we are almost in June and I’ve decided I’m ready for this post to appear, albeit in an edited form. 

March has rolled around again and with it my third anniversary of nursing. Out of my three years of nursing so far, this last year has been the best. I’ve moved to a new city and a new hospital, into a Labor and Delivery unit that I love. I have some truly wonderful and caring co-workers and a lovely boss. I’m doing just L&D now which I love so much. I feel so supported on my unit and in my job.

This last year has been a little more comfortable for me as well. I’ve been a nurse for three years but doing L&D for two years now. I feel a little bit more like I finally know what I’m doing. I realized the other day I feel pretty awesome about IVs and I rarely need someone to check behind me with cervical exams. I love being with laboring patients and we get a lot more natural patients at this hospital which is fantastic and lovely and challenging.

I work with some lovely providers including mostly midwives for my labor patients and of the handful of MDs we have most of them are awesome. I love the camaraderie and the feeling that the providers truly want what is right for the patient. I don’t feel like I’m fighting every step of the way to get patients what they deserve, because things just happen the way they should and our policies support that.

I honestly hadn’t even been thinking about the passage of time much this last year, because I finally feel happy and content where I’m at. So it took me a bit by surprise when I realized how close I was to my nursing anniversary this year.

Or should I say I was taken by surprise the week and half before my anniversary when I began to question whether I was still supposed to be a nurse. Things had been going great. I’ve experienced almost a hundred births in the last 9 months I’ve been working at my new job. I’ve gotten to experience beautiful, chaotic, reverent, happy and joyous births. Interspersed have been a few sad times with fetal demises and my first patient that delivered who intended to give her baby up for adoption. But all in all this year I felt much better able to deal with the sadder days because I felt well supported by my coworkers and leaders, plus I have experienced more of these situations and feel more capable.

But a few weeks before my three year nursing anniversary, I had what I had considered a normal day with a laboring patient. An uneventful labor led to a slightly more challenging delivery, but nothing we aren’t trained to handle as L&D nurses. 

What resulted was the unexpected death of the baby about 6 hours later. (We finally just recently received the information from the autopsy that the baby’s death was the result of many unforeseen genetic anomalies).

I was a mess, my entire unit was a mess from the charge nurse to the midwife to every single person that I worked with that day.

What words do you say to the mother who just found out from a phone call that her six hour old baby has died?

What words do you say to yourself? How do you explain the ways of the universe?


At the debriefing we had for the staff involved, we talked about how PTSD related to traumatic events at work is real. It is so real. And that we should be cognizant of that with ourselves and others.

I wish I could say it was no big deal. I had attended over 150 deliveries before this one. I know that 99% of the time EVERYTHING IS FINE. Everything is always fine. Even things that seem like a catastrophe usually end up just fine in the end. I almost never went into deliveries feeling like something terrible might happen or any sort of dread. I really do love the labor and delivery part of my job.

But ever since that delivery I feel so much fear. I’m worried I missed something. That something terrible and random is going to happen. That there will be another freak accident because that must be what happened. There was no reason for the baby to die. And that doesn’t make me feel better. There is nothing we could have prepared for or done better.

Sometimes, terrible things just happen.
And how do you deal with the unknown?
How do you deal with terror that at any moment something catastrophic might happen?

This is the reality we face as nurses and as healthcare professionals.
Nothing is guaranteed.
We practice and prepare for the unknown, for the emergency situations.

So what do you do to ease the low level, simmering terror that rises like bile in the back of your throat?

How do you continue on like everything is okay, when things will never be okay again for one family, for one mother?

As nurses maybe we don’t talk about this enough. What do you do to cope with the unexpected sadness and loss in your job? 

I guess I’m writing all of this to say, I see you. I feel your pain, my fellow nurses and healthcare providers. I understand the shit we go through everyday but also the sadness, suffering, and dying we see some days that seems to weigh us down. I am present in your pain. 

anonymous asked:

For the Drabble prompt - no 9 are you drunk Robert and Bernice could it be after the incident reveal X

“are you drunk?”

Bernice recognised the shoes that were sticking out of the pirate ship, remembering the shopping trip she’d taken with Robert where he’d spent a small fortune on the ridiculous shoes, grinning delightedly as he laced them up in the shop.

“Robert?” she called out, wobbling on her heels slightly as she ascended the steps to the ship, crouching down at the entrance. Robert looked ridiculous in the surroundings of the ship, his lanky frame hunched over, a forlorn look on his face. “Robert, what on earth are you doing in here?”

Robert looked at her, whiskey bottle in hand as he shrugged, his gaze unfocused. “’M hiding,” he mumbled, attempting to take a swig of the whiskey, missing his mouth entirely, and sloshing it down his shirt. 

“Are you drunk?” Bernice asked, incredulous. “Robert, it’s two o’clock in the bloody afternoon!”

“I’ve messed up, Bernice,” Robert said sadly, glancing down at the wedding ring on his left hand. “God, I’ve messed up.”

Bernice knew she wasn’t going to be getting Robert out of the ship any time soon, so she set her handbag down, praying there was no one watching as she crawled into the pirate ship, sitting herself down next to her step-brother. “What have you done this time, eh?” she asked, swiping at the bottle.

Robert hugged it close to his chest, glaring at her. “I slept with Rebecca,” he admitted, his face flushing bright red with shame as he said it aloud.

Bernice’s heart dropped as she took in the weight of Robert’s words, realising just why he was getting off his face in the middle of the afternoon. “Oh, Robert. Have you had another affair?”

“No!” Robert protested imeadiately, looking offended at the mere notion. “No, I - it was when Aaron was in prison, I got drunk, and I thought our marriage was over, and I just, I messed up, Bernice, you know? I messed up so badly.”

“How could you ever think you and Aaron were over, you silly idiot?” Bernice rolled her eyes, wrestling the whiskey bottle from his grip. “I’ve never seen you love anyone the way you love him - and Aaron’s forgiven you a lot, you know? He’d never end it, not really.”

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love him.” Robert admitted, hugging his legs to his chest, pressing his face to his knees. “I know all that.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Because when everything is going to shit, I decide to hit self destruct and make it worse?” Robert mumbled, shaking his head. “I hate myself for doing it.”

“Did she tell him?” Bernice inquired, wondering why she hadn’t heard about a showdown. That sort of thing was always around the village a few minutes after it happened, usually with Brenda stirring the gossip fires as much as she could.

“I told him.” 

Bernice raised an eyebrow. “You told him?”

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, I do know you, Robert Sugden, and you’re not the most honest person in the world, are you?” Bernice said, matter of factly. She’d known Robert a long time now, and well, it was hardly an exaggeration to say he was a bit of a serial liar. 

“I’m trying to be better.”

“That’s all anyone can ask for, isn’t it?” Bernice nudged, trying to give Robert a bit of encouragement. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, Robert, I think everyone was waiting for you to do something silly.”

“I hate that everyone thinks the worst of me.” Robert said sadly, tears welling in his eyes. Bernice had never seen him so upset, so genuinely devastated by anything in all the years she’d know him.

And he’d brought it on himself, actually telling Aaron, not letting someone else do it. That’s what surprised her the most, really.

“You’ve not always been the pillar of goodness you are now, Robert.”

“Are you being sarcastic?” Robert raised an eyebrow, face still pressed to his knees. He looked so much younger than the 31 one he was, hunched over like he was. 

Bernice smiled. “No,” she shook her head. “You’re a good man, Robert, underneath it all. You just make more than your fair share of mistakes, but you’re still a good man - most of the time, at least.”

Robert smiled, a tiny laugh escaping his lips. “Doesn’t change the fact Aaron hates me.”

“What actually happened?” Bernice asked, seeing through Robert’s dramatics easily. She couldn’t imagine Aaron ever really, truly hating Robert - not really, Aaron loved him too much.

Even Bernice could see that. 

“He told me he needed some time to think.”

“So you decided getting drunk and hiding on a playground was the best way to give him space?” Bernice rolled her eyes, tugging on Robert’s sleeve. “Come on!”

“’M fine here.”

“No, you’re not, Robert.” Bernice struggled out of the pirate ship, yanking a reluctant Robert along with her. “You’re coming home with me, and I’m going to make you a sandwich, and you’re going to sober home, go home to your husband, and save your marriage.”

“That easy?” Robert asked hopefully.

“Of course it won’t be that easy!” Bernice rolled her eyes. “But if you love him as much as you say you do, it’s worth the try.” 

Robert nodded, slowly, unsteadily getting to his feet. “Can we stop at David’s for food? I don’t trust your cooking.”

Bernice was instantly offended, hands on hips. “Excuse me, I can make you a ham and cheese toastie, thank you very much! Now shut your drunken gob, and come with me.”

4-25-17 | 63/100 Days of Productivity

25. Do you get nervous for exams? If so, how do you combat this?

Oh lord, I do get nervous for exams. Sometimes, a little too nervous (which is obviously never a good thing). To calm myself, usually a day before the exam, I do what I always do … cry. No, I’m kidding. I actually look over my notes and read the whole chapter in chunks; if, for example, the chapter is 20 pgs, I’ll read 4 at a time, divide it into 5 sections of readings. After all this, I listen to all sorts of sounds - music (classical, instrumentals, etc.), rain, white noise, and even alpha waves. And then, when I’m walking down the hallways to the class holding the exam, I just think, “You can do it. You studied for it. You’re going to kick butt. You can do it. Go kick that test’s butt.” After that, I take the test and hope I did well. 

I’ve been reading and reading so much for apes and I’ve been taking a bunch of practice tests from my teacher and it’s only Tuesday.

🎶 currently listening to : Adore U (Vocal Team Ver.) - Seventeen (too beautiful for words)

tbh i’m still very picky about how kacchako is portrayed 

i refuse to believe that Bakugou would ever initiate any sort of affection b/c he’s just incredibly emotional constipated and fears things he doesn’t understand and he usually bottles up and denies emotions that confuse and scare him, and romantic feelings would fall under all of that

i think he’d pretty much explode out of embarrassment before he initiated anything

Uraraka, on the other hand, was actually kind of active in perusing Izuku

at the very least, she was more open to the idea of asking Izuku about this stuff and confronting her feelings on the matter, which. Bakugou would never do unless he was forced to, or his emotional confusion and conflict finally became too much to keep bottled up and hidden and it finally exploded out of him in a fit of anger and frustration and embarrassment

of course Uraraka immediately pushes down those romantic feelings after she realized they would be a distraction for both herself and Izuku and that she needs to focus on becoming a hero first and foremost. but before that she was absolutely willing to try and understand these feelings

so i believe that she’d be the one to initiate most affection and physical contact (like hugging, hand holding, kisses, etc)

plus i think Bakugou would view romance as a distraction from his ultimate goal of becoming number one

(plus i have various other headcanons that make me pretty picky, like viewing Bakugou as ace and slightly touch-sensitive due to his experience with the sludge villain, and i don’t think anything would actually happen between Bakugou and Uraraka until they were older and have more stability in their lives, especially Bakugou)

anyway, this is just me rambling, haha. people are free to have their own views of ships and all that

anonymous asked:

707 being cold and harsh again to past the extent of which MC running away and crying???

Ooh angst! Luckily I have lots of experience with this sort of thing (lol) sorry. Let’s begin!!
*Note for this I did a one shot instead of hcs!

Broken Words- A Saeyoung Angst
He considered it the damned clock’s fault. If it hadn’t been for that tool of Hell this never would’ve happened. It was his birthday, another one come and gone. God he was getting old, he knew it. There was an eternal weight weighing down on his, determined to never stop. It was usually kept off his shoulders though by you; God what did he do to deserve the angel that was you. He didn’t, it was that simple. Yet will you we’re here. Through it all. At least you had been.
When the clock, in all it’s black, white, and red glory, rang he immediately felt a twinge of unhappiness. Birthday’s weren’t really his thing. He groaned, fumbling for the intricate piece on his bedroom table. The clock was an ornate piece of beauty, something you had given him to take apart; he was so grateful he couldn’t find it in him to take the machine apart. Finally finding the black steel button he pressed it a little too hard, and the clock seemed to stop awkwardly. Sighing at the prospect of him breaking something he swung his feet over the side of the bed. His feet found two very fluffy shoes, new ones from the look and smell of them. The thought made him smile, but guilt seeded in his gut and he felt dissatisfied. Why were you so nice to him? Was he worth it? What if something happened to him?
Shaking his head he stopped the thoughts abruptly. ‘No, I promised her I would stop.’ He thought, he knew that you hated that reign of terror when he had ignored you. You hadn’t abandoned him, but when it was over he swore never again no matter what.
Walking into the kitchen he smelled something sweet wafting through the air, turning his head he saw Saeran on the couch, munching on something out of Saeyoung’s perspective. Turning his head back towards the marbled counters he saw you, pajamas a wrinkled mess, watching something carefully on the stove. It was cherries, you were making some sort of syrup. He smiled, you were too kind, but again the doubt curled around his insides and he thought of the horrid months, of Mint Eye, the kidnapping, everything. What if it happened again? What if he couldn’t reach you this time? Yet here he was, acting like everything was normal, and here you were in all your kindness with the mess of a human being he was.
You turned around smiling your big, beautiful smile which lit up the whole room with a wonderful atmosphere, but despite his tries he could not bring himself to return the favor. Instead he plopped himself down in the wooden chair at the dining table. You tilted your head, obviously confused by the apathetic response he had given you in return for your joyful welcome. He watches you diligently out of the corner of his eye as you shook your head quickly and went to get the pancakes.
They looked beautiful, a golden brown, just a bit darker around the edges where the temperature had more of an impact on the fluffy batter. You brought them over on a plate that could only be described as every color known to man squished into one small piece of glassware, crudely fashioned into three very peppy balloons. You pushed the plate in front of him, and stared at them solemnly as you filled a beige porcelain pitcher with the sickly sweet syrup, bringing it over to him after, still smiling brightly. That smile, it was so full of life and hope, it didn’t deserve to be directed towards him, he didn’t deserve anything you gave him, even the pancakes felt too much.
He suddenly felt lazy and like slime that slithered onto the floor, bringing chaos and ruin with him. “Eat up!” Your voice was full of happiness and excitement, as if it was your birthday instead of his. “Oh wait! I forgot silverware!”
“No! I’ll get it!” Saeyoung suddenly stood up, rushing into the kitchen to get the fork and knives.
“But Saeyoung! It’s your day! Let me baby you for one day jeez man!” You exclaimed, running up to him.
“I’m fine.” He muttered harshly, avoiding your touch.
“Saeyoung?” You stared at him, and even though he wasn’t facing you he could tell you were hurt and confused by the sudden roughness. He wanted to shoot himself. Taking the silverware he walked back over to the table.
You followed staring daggers at him. Not in anger, no, the Lord knew it took a ton to get you angry at him. It was more pure curiosity and worry, something you insisted on doing despite his ardent protests. He tried to ignore it and kept eating. Saeran had fallen half asleep on the couch, and you were standing a little bit behind him, obviously very confused. He ate slowly, hoping you would eventually go do something. But you insisted on saying. “MC, why are you watching me eat?” He eventually said, halfway through his second pancake.
“Because I want you to have a good birthday! It’s important to me!” You said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, something which caused the coil inside him to tighten.
“What does it matter?” He said, nonchalantly and slowly. “It just a stupid date, if you want to baby someone go baby Saeran. I personally am going back to work.” He stood up and took the last pancake, barely left on the plate, to the trash, ignoring your look of obvious pain plastered on you face. He turned to empty the remains into the trash can and heard you breathe in deeply. ‘Gonna be stubborn about it are you?’ He thought cruelly. A tiny piece of him was satisfied, the part of humans that hide in shadow, waiting to crawl out.
He turned around to put the sorry excuse for a plate in the sink, but you rushed over to him, grabbing his shoulder roughly and jerking him to face you. “WHAT THE HELL MC!” He yelled, and you shrunk for a second at his outburst.
“Saeyoung what is wrong. Tell me now please.” You said, your eyes staring into his soul.
“It nothing MC.” He said, trying to shove you away, but you dug your heels in deeper.
“No Saeyoung, do not make me go through this again.” You half demanded half asked. He could tell that it still haunted you, not only in your words but in your actions, your care of being around his work, your constant affection. He knew he was shoving salt into a barely healed wound, ripping out stitches tentatively holding a person together. But at this point he didn’t care, he felt angry and invincible, adrenaline spewing through his veins. “MC. Let me pass.” He said, his voice dangerously low, a challenge and a threat. You shook your head, keeping you eyes trained on him.
“Saeyoung tell me what’s wrong, I’m not moving until you do.” He tried to move away but you let go of his shoulder and latched onto his elbow. He wriggled his hand desperately, but you weren’t having it. “MC I swear to God I’ll k-” He caught himself just in time, but you were sick if it.“
You barely had time to catch your breath before rainbow-colored glass shattered at your feet.
That was the first thing he thought when his mind caught up to what he had just done. You were standing amid glass, it circled you liked an angel of color. You stared at him, tears silently streaming out of your widened and wounded eyes. “What the Hell?!” Came a groggy voice from the couch.
“MC?” He reached out to touch you. But you shook your head and sprinted toward you shoes, slices of glass sticking into your heels. Saeyoung rushed to do anything, to stop, to apologize, but you just stepped into your flats and ran out, leaving the door half open, chucking your phone on the floor on the way out. Your breath was unbalanced, huffy, small gasps escaping it. “MC!” He called out, and rushed toward the door, but a hand stopped him. “The fu-” He turned to have Saeran slap him.
“You’re an idiot brother. You don’t deserve her.” Was all he said, before grabbing your phone, the only piece left of you in the room, and carrying it toward his room. Saeyoung knew what was going to happen. Saeran was the best hacker in existence, there’s no way he wouldn’t find where you were, all it needed was fingerprints and oils left on your phone. But it didn’t matter, you were gone.
It had been three weeks. God, what Hell had it been. Saeyoung was typing away at his computer, eyes partially glazed over as he scanned his work. Saeran was out getting groceries, a task which has fallen on him after you had left. Saeyoung didn’t really care. The energy he’d had before was just gone, drained after the birthday that ruined his last chance at happiness. He deserves it, he was awful. He kept repeating those facts, over and over again when the loneliness and pain got almost too hard to bear. Facts, those were the only facts that mattered. That and the ones that paid the bills.
The door opened, he could hear the hard creak. “Saeran did you get more chips?” He called out into the hallway, not really caring. Saeran had somehow gotten him to eat relatively well the past few weeks, but he still tended to miss a lot of lunches. Self neglect would be the best way to describe it, but who would want to feed a monster that ruined the feelings of a wonderful young woman? Exactly, no one.
“Saeran?” He called out again, huffing at he prospect of leaving his shitty, shitty work. It was nothing important, but hey; people usually buried themselves in work after the death of a loved one, and that was basically what he was living through.
Sighing of impatience he swung his bare feet, void of any slippers new or otherwise, onto the floor. Creeping toward the kitchen he shuddered as the scene replayed in his head, every time. No matter how much he attempted to bury it it was still there, like a broken film strip in his head with no one to pull it out of the machine that was his memory.
“Saeran where are you?” He called out seeing the kitchen devoid of life. “Don’t be an ass!” He called out. He knew someone had come in the door, why Saeran was hiding was beyond him. Suddenly the ring of a clock could be heard, a fresh and pure sound echoing through he deathly silence. He sprinted towards his room, God how long had it been since he’d been in his own room.
Opening the door he was sure he was entering heaven. How else could he explain it? You were there, as perfect as ever, holding the clock. It was sitting on you lap, still ringing, and you were staring at it, aware of him, but uncaring. He took a slow step forward, afraid you’d disappear if he was too abrupt or harsh. “MC.” He breathed.
You were hugging him. This was real and you were hugging him. “MC I’m so sorry, God, what did I ever do to deserve you? I’m an awful person.” He was the one crying now, and you nuzzled against him, waiting as he let his tears and confession out. “I was such an ass, you were so nice but I was just worrying about stupid things, things that won’t happen. Even then there’s no excuse. I hurt you so damn much. Why did I? Why did you come back? You deserve so much more!”
“You’re wrong Saeyoung.” You whispered, looking once more into his soul. “I love you, that will never change. You can never hurt me as much as if you weren’t there.” He smiled. There was still so much for him to apologize for. Still more brokenness words that needed to be mended and revived. But he was willing, as long as his heart was still beating he was willing. He looked at your foot. There were cuts over and a thick bandage wrapped around it. This caused him to to cry more, but you just kept hugging him. Yes, there were still so many shattered words, but hopefully one day they’d be repaired. Together you’d make it happen. He’d wait.
As long as it took for him to repent, he’d wait.

Hope ya like! Hope I didn’t kill you heart too much! Don’t worry the next one is happy! But right now I’m so damn tired! Wish me luck for finals tomorrow! Haha….😑😑

  • “The children of my civilisation would be insulted.”
  • “You have a knack of getting yourself into trouble.”
  • “We’re always in trouble! It follows us everywhere.”
  • “I made some cocoa and got engaged.”
  • “I can’t decide whether you’re a rogue, a halfwit, or both.”
  • “You squashed my favourite Beatles!”
  • “We’re trying to defeat the Daleks, not start a jumble sale!”
  • “No one mentioned cutting throats.”
  • “I am a citizen of the universe, and a gentleman to boot.”
  • “I keep my eyes open and my mouth shut.”
  • “You might almost say the Cyberman had a… complete metal breakdown.”
  • “Have you thought up some clever plan?”
  • “I’m going to bung a rock at it.”
  • “People spend all their time making nice things and then other people come along and break them!”
  • “Logic merely enables one to be wrong with authority.”
  • “Just pretend to be stupid. Think you can manage that?”
  • “I hate computers and refuse to be bullied by them!”
  • “Great jumping gobstobbers!”
  • “You, sir, are a nitwit.”
  • “Sometimes I think ‘military intelligence’ is a contradiction in terms.”
  • “… you ham-fisted bun vendor.”
  • “You were trying to make cocoa in my lab?!”
  • “Nuclear explosions? Take the usual precautions… sticky tape on windows, that sort of thing.”
  • “Do they have mice in Atlantis?”
  • “I never thought I’d have to fire in anger at a dratted caterpillar.”
  • “Would you like a jelly baby?”
  • “You’re standing on my scarf.”
  • “Call me ‘old girl’ again and I’ll spit in your eye.”
  • “Excuse me, can you help me? I’m a spy.”
  • “You’re just a mouth on legs.”
  • “Oh, you know how it is; you put things off for a day and next thing you know, it’s a hundred years later.”
  • “I speak treason fluently.”
  • “It’s more a mental stroll in a park of psychic tranquility.”
  • “A little gratitude wouldn’t irreetrievably damage my ego.”
  • “I shall beat it into submission with my charm.”
  • “We aren’t getting anywhere playing pat-a-cake with the wall.”
  • “You’re bonkers.”
  • “Guns can seriously damage your health, you know.”
  • “Are you trying to be funny?”
  • “Absence makes the nose grow longer.”
  • “A bird in the hand keeps the Doctor away.”
  • “Every dogma has its day.”
  • “Two wrongs don’t make a left turn.”
  • “Time and tide melts the snowman.”
  • “One tends to expect advice from one’s adviser.”
  • “Do me a favour and drown yourself.”
  • “You’re a nice guy, but a little weird…”
  • “Anybody remotely interesting is mad in some way or another.”
  • “These shoes! They fit perfectly!”
  • “Am I being abducted?”
  • “Go to hell, sir.”
  • “Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?”
  • “I came first in jiggery pokery.”
  • “I failed hullabaloo.”
  • “What the Shakespeare is going on?”
  • “I’ve never been slapped by someone’s mother.”
  • “Excuse me, do you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
  • “Are you my mummy?”
  • “That is textbook enigmatic.”
  • “They think I’m in drag!”
  • “Oh… I should have realised. He’s into musical theatre.”
  • “I can save the universe using a kettle and some string. And look at me, I’m wearing a vegetable!”
  • “I’m going to report you for… madness!!”
  • “I point and laugh at archaeologists.”
  • “Please desist from striking me.”
  • “I was promised tea!”
  • “Have you got space teeth?!”
  • “A poncho. The biggest crime against fashion since lederhosen.”
  • “Let’s die looking like a Peruvian folk band.”
  • “Okay, this is bad. At the moment I don’t know how bad, but certainly we’re three buses, a long walk, and eight quid in a taxi from good.”
  • “I’m the clever one, you’re the potato one!”
the things we need to know

pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 4,000 
prompt: “day three: one exception au - au where everything is the same except ______” you know you’ve heard it before, and even minor changes can have big impacts”
written for: rucas fanfic week 2017 
summary: “in which everything is the same except maya came to her own realization about her feelings much faster.” - or an alternative look at the journey post texas for riley and lucas. 
notes: ok so my original idea for this day was a lot different and a lot angstier then this one came out to be, but i’m pleased with this. it came to me last night and i just had to run with it!!! it starts with the campfire scene in texas 2 and works from there, everything in texas 1 and most of texas 2 happened. i take no credit for the dialogue that was pulled directly from the scene. enjoy!! 

“Maya likes you.”

The group froze as soon as the words left Riley’s mouth. Lucas looked shell shocked, and opened his mouth to say something, but Maya cut him off.


Riley ignored her best friend’s protests and continued on, taking a deep breath before launching into her next set of words. She refused to look at Maya, and Farkle for that matter, focusing only on Lucas.

“She’s been hiding it all this time.” Riley saw Lucas look at Maya, a confused expression crossing his features, but she ignored that, powering on. “That’s why she couldn’t watch you at the rodeo.”

Lucas looked even more confused now, and Riley felt a little guilty for dropping this bomb on him, but she had already made her decision and had to keep going. No matter the strain and pain the confession put on her own heart.

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- The “Cool” Dad
- always attempting to be your friend more than a father figure, attempts to get their child to spill the latest ‘gosp’
- “dad what the hell is gosp” “its teenage lingo for gossip, i keep up with you youngsters”
- cue eye rolling
- he’s incredibly chill about nearly everything and allows them to do whatevee they want, for the most part.
- the only restriction is that it can’t be illegal
- and if it is he told them to lie about who their father was.
- all their friends are jealous over how ‘cool’ of a dad their have, no matter how many times they tell them how uncool he truly is he has everyone tricked that he’s some super dad

- The Embarrassing Dad
- insists on making their kids lunch one time and puts an embarrassing “have a good day love you -Dad” in the bag without warning.
- all their friends cooed and haven’t let them live it down since.
- he’s the type to make embarrassingly bad dad jokes when talking to others and then looks over at their kid for a reaction
- a pitiful thumbs up and embarrassed smile is the best kind of reaction that he’s looking for
- constantly trying to talk to their kids friends when they’re over
- “why doesn’t that one friend come over anymore?” “because you broke out the baby pictures last time and i would rather not relive your hour ling stories about the past, and neither would she”

- The emotional dad
- constantly crying
- oh my god their kids have never seen a grown man cry so much in their lives
- always reminiscing about their kids past and getting emotional about how big they’ve gotten
- at every graduation that the child has lives through theres always friends that make comment about his screaming once you get on stage
- every picture you have to commemorate this moment has a very red eyed blotchy faced Seungkwan, their child always looks less than impressed.
- it’s nice to have a dad so passionate about their child but sometimes you just need someone that wont cry because you’ve made your first purchase with your own money that you made from your first job

- The Scrapbooking Dad
- always insisting on taking pictures
- it doesnt matter the occasion, it doesn’t matter how relevant any of it is, he wants a picture and he wants it now.
- his kids could make those “365 pictures throughout the year” collage videos you find on the internet dating back to their toddler years just from how many pictures Seokmin had taken.
- he has a bookcase full of scrapbooks hes made
- he takes the time to decorate them, with pretty stickers and dates each picture with a short description of each.
- its not just a picture book, its a life story showcasing every little insignificant thing that his kids have accomplished since birth.
- “dad, can we please take that picture of me on the potty off?” “no, its the first time you took a shit and i didn’t have to clean a diaper, it’s staying for memory sake”

- Over protective dad
- they cab only have a phone because he insists on using the find your friends app when his kids go out just to make sure that if anything happens he could always find their kid and help out
- if they’re one minute past curfew expect said phone to be blown up with questions about where they are.
- “you were suppose to be home at 10:00 its now 10:02, i checked traffic and it is light so there isnt any excuse”
- is protective and inforces his rules but isn’t terribly rude and would never actually punish his kids (he’s too soft, but ultimatey just wants the best for them)
- interogates any significant other that their child brings home, and as they protest in embarassment he simply says hes making sure to rule out any one not worthy of their time.
- always has their best interests in mind though they may not realize it until they’re much older
- probably has a bat near his bed so if needed he could protect them from anything and anyone who trys to hurt their kid

- The Charming Dad
- all their kids friends are completely endeared by him
- they’ve heard the word DILF to describe him one too many times that its starting to take some effect on their mental wellbeing
- he’s able to talk himself out of many things and their kids have had to sit by idly as they watched their dad talk up another worker to attempt to get some sort of discount
- probably has pictures of the family around the house solely to show off how attractive all of them are when guest comes over
- he’s ultimately very proud of how beautiful his family has come out, and wants the world to know about how absurdly beautiful they are compared to other families.
- its not opinion its Fact.

- Passive but Encouraging Dad
- not very good at showing how much they love their kids but try their very hardest without having to say directly that he loves them
- shows he cares by encouraging their dreams and never tries to hold them back from their dreams
- he may not be very involved in their kids lifes but when they come to him with something they claim to be passionate about he’s suddenly #1 dad.
- he’ll always be the first to encourage them to chase after whatever they want
- and even if they drop it after a couple weeks because it wasn’t exactly the right fit Jihoon will accept it and continue to support them through any other projects they wished to pursue.
- their kids know that he loves them through those kind of actions.

- The Expirmentive Dad
- always trying out new recipes for dinner
- his kids have started becoming wary after the his few failed attempts and know to prepare something to eat afterwards just incase his experiment doesnt work out in his favour
- never follows a reciepe
- “dad it said a tea spoon not a cup” “it’s better this way, just trust me.”
- it was not better this way.
- he tries his very hardest to make good dishes for his family and sometimes they actually turn out decent.
- and when they dont, no matter if mingyu himself knows it wasn’t the best, his kids say it was good while only eating a couple bites of it
- he’s grateful that they eat the prepared foods somewhere that hes not (sometimes he goes to their room and they share their snacks with him, but thats only when he’s failed terribly and hes gone desperate)

- The Involved dad
- Their child is apart of a school club? he’ll be apart of it just as much.
- “Do you guys want me to make snacks?” “Dad its not necessary-” “i’ll pack snacks.”
- always insists on going to parent teacher night to talk with each of their kids teacher one on one, he doesnt do it because he thinks his kids are miss behaving just solely for the opprotunity to be apart of their kids lifes just that much more
- was their kids soccer couch for most of their junior soccer days, but when their kids approached them about joining a different team he unwillingly allowed them to do so to allow them to be happy
- he still attenda each game and became the most embarrassing side line dad at the game
- “signs are necessary” chan ignores their kids as he pours another large amount of glitter onto the atrocious sign with his kids name and number on it.

- The Teasing Dad
- constantly making jokes about their kid, it mostly happens when they have friends over or when theyre at a family get together
- some how always managing to make their child the center of attention at the family dinners, each family member taking turns to tease his kid.
- he definitely does not attempt to stop it because he was the one that started it and seeing his kids get all embarrassed is kind of a highlight to being a father.
- Is probably always trying to get a hug or affection from their child especially when friends are around just to embarrass them that much more
- He doesn’t mind being rejected in front of all their friends when he goes in for a hug, because the embarrassed hiden smile that his kid has when they turn back to apologize to their friend is enough of a reward

- The Overly-Loving Father
- he’s wanted to be a dad since he was a child and now that he’s able to do so he doesnt waste any opprotunity to remind his kid about how much he loves them
- sometimes he shows his love in materialistic manners
- he buys they loads of gifts for every special occasion and still insists on making them do an easter chocolate egg hunt well into their teenage years
- he gets really creative when it comes to things like this so their child doesnt really mind, the chocolate is always a bonus
- is always trying to get family outings to be a thing and his favourite holiday is family day. Definitely family day because he can use it as an excuse to force his kids to spend time with him.

- The helpful dad
- the stereotype that dads are suppose to be good at physical labour such as fixing cars and doing sports falls short when it comes to wonwoo
- he couldn’t necessarily fix their car if they asked him to but he could help them ace their  physics exam
- and if they didn’t wish to read a book that was assigned for english, he’s probably already read it front to back more than once and is more than willing to help them out
- he’s not too anal about good grades but encourages them to try their hardest
- they’ve probably had to sit through a small half hearted lecture about genuinely putting their best into things when Wonwoo feels like their grades are slipping

- The “I didn’t sign up for this” Dad
- never really meant to become a dad but it ??? sort of happened and he enjoys it he just was never ready to become one
- therefore he really doesn’t know what to do.
- during toddler years he’d make any excuse not to be alone with the baby for too long, too frighten that he’d mess it up so severly that he usually calls over his mom to help out
- he’s gotten better over the years but still doesn’t properly know how to dad
- tries more to be a friend than a dad
- whenever their child is in trouble, lets the other parent do the scolding and then retreats up to their childs bedroom with a bowl of icecream to try and make amends better.
-he’s sort of getting the hang of things but their kids highly doubt he ever fully will know what being a parent consists of.
- but thats okay, he’s trying his very best.

Dealing With the Monthlies

AN: I should be working on something else (an ongoing story, that essay I have to do if I want to go to college next year, etc.), but I’m writing this instead because I’m on a plane heading for Texas and my uterus is being an enormous bitch. Don’t have your period on an airplane, children, it’s absolutely horrible. Anyway, this is for my friend @tyranny-mutt, who has helped me improve my writing in many areas. And by ‘many’ I mean 'one’, but it was one that sorely needed improving. This is for you, dude.

Title: Dealing With the Monthlies

Summary: Kaiba and Yuugi aren’t dating. Really. They’re not. Yuugi’s only over there so often because Kaiba wants to Duel. They only slept together a couple times. Okay, maybe a lot more than, that but they aren’t a couple! Too bad Anzu isn’t buying it. (In which Yuugi suffers and Anzu forces Kaiba to be a better not-boyfriend)

Genre: Humor/Romance (for a… given definition of those words)

Characters: Kaiba Seto, Mutou Yuugi, Mazaki Anzu, Kaiba Mokuba Thief King Bakura

Pairings: Rivalshipping (Kaiba x Yuugi), implied Slateshipping (TKB x Anzu) (leave me alone I need this)

Warnings: Trans male character (Yuugi), not-straight people (everyone), a complete and total loser (Kaiba), and the Ultimate Mom Friend™ (Anzu)

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Personnal accounts: Sensory and emotional overload

So, I’m autistic, and I dunno if this exactly a shutdown/meltdown, but this is sort of in the same vein. 

Basically, when I’m in an overstimulating situation (like a crowded house party or, if I’m especially stressed, even somewhere like a grocery store) I tend to get what I sort of think of as a ‘sensory drunkness.’

I’ve never been drunk, but I begin to sort of act in a way that from an outside perspective seems drunk. I tend to be disoriented (and at worst, feel detached from my own body), jittery/my stims go from things like ‘fiddling with something I’m holding’ to things like ‘jumping up and down,’ tend to loose what little verbal filter I do have, sometimes I tend to just start talking without it really making sense/my mouth goes on semi-autopilot. Occasionally time starts to feel weird. Once in a while things like lights, smells or sounds will start getting 'stronger’ than usual. 

Normally, I’m able to catch it when it’s getting bad and I’ll step out for a moment, close my eyes, cover my ears and just breathe until I’m feeling okay again. 

Usually if it gets to a bad point, I’ll be really exhausted for the next day or so.  

Another experience in this vein is not per-say a meltdown, but when I get really stressed out, mostly in ways that relate to a planned thing becoming messed up or a process that’s supposed to be relatively simple (think filling out a form) suddenly becomes a lot more complicated I sort of get almost hysterical? 

Like, even people talking suddenly becomes irritating, I start to become irrationally angry at everything, I have the urge to throw, break and kick things, I usually wind up in tears and just everything feels like 'too much, too much, can’t deal.’ Even simple tasks start to feel insurmountably complicated, but I also become almost unable to stop fixating on trying to complete the task that set me off in the first place. 

(All of which is really out of character for me normally, as I’m not particularly prone towards being emotional.) 

In my experience it’s never been related to more 'normal’ stresses (say an upcoming test) and usually has to do with 'things not operating the way they’re supposed to be.’

These are very rare though, happening once or twice a year at most and I haven’t really figured out what exactly will trigger them. (Since my normal response to this sort of thing is a much, much more mild, internal version of this.) 

If I Could Do It All Over Again

Masterpost: {x}

Part: 12/16

Pairing: Hamliza

Inspiration: this drawing

Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.

Warning: yelling, mild cussing 

Word Count: 3,720

Dedication: @renpai1 for helping me with some stuff :)

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Simple Ways To Honor Hestia

I haven’t always erred on the side of historical accuracy (I started out as a Wiccan, which essentially means that I relied a LOT on UPG experiences and less on historical accuracy), so I can’t guarantee the following are all historically correct or that you feel it’s appropriate to your own practice with Hestia.  But I thought that writing up a post about how I have honored do honor Hestia, whether historically accurate or not, might help others!  

Tea.  Best in the morning, as part of a healthy morning ritual, fire up your stove/electric tea kettle and make a cup of tea, both for you and Hestia.  If you don’t want to give a full cup of tea to her, you can always pour a little into her own cup first.  I just share whatever tea I happen to like, and I try to discard it daily with a prayer.  

Food.  I have cats, so I really don’t do this (because I don’t want my cats eating unhealthy amounts of table food), but you could set aside the first bite or portion of a meal as an offering to Hestia.  Alternatively, you could always set aside a portion, go to your altar/shrine, state that it’s an offering for her, and then refrigerate it until you’re ready to eat it.  This, I do pretty often - I even have a container that’s used solely for Hestia offerings.  I know some people feel you shouldn’t eat offerings reserved for the gods, but I don’t have the money to dedicate food in such a way; so I usually eat this as part of my breakfast, or whenever I do a daily devotional to/for her.  

Candles & Flames.  This is probably the easiest, most simple way to honor Hestia.  I find that she likes all sorts of fire - and even fire representations!  So feel free to use an electric nightlight instead of a candle, or an electric candle, or even a lamp.  Traditionally, her fire was never let out, but I just don’t feel safe (or confident) in letting fires burn - because I have cats, and if you’ve ever had a cat, you know that they like to investigate things and knock them over - and we’re on a budget, so I prefer not to leave things on 24/7.  I prefer to light a candle (if I’m at the altar saying prayers) or rely on an electric candle (if I know I need to walk away, but want her symbolic hearthfire to burn for a specified time).  

Kitchen Altar.  If it were up to me, my house would be FULL of altars just about everywhere.  One space I really love to devote to Hestia is a space in the kitchen, preferably near the stove.  I have an electric stove (it came with our apartment), so it’s not quite the same as having an open flame, but I do like to set aside a candle just for her in that space.  If a candle isn’t your thing, or you’re trying to keep things from getting too cluttered, you could always leave her an offering bowl or dish there, or anything that you feel symbolizes Hestia.  

Veiling.  Many followers of Hestia advocate veiling, and I would really suggest giving it a try!  If you’re feeling a little self-conscious about veiling, you can always just put it on as an act of devotion right before prayer, and take it off right after.  If veiling puts you off completely (it’s not for everyone), you can try using a specific clip, ribbon or scrunchie that you use to pull your hair out of your face for devotional purposes.  

Prayer Beads.  You can do this with just about any deity, but consider making your own prayer beads or purchasing a set in honor of Hestia.  As part of your daily/weekly/monthly/yearly devotions, you can meditate on this goddess, chant, or recite prayers with every bead.  It’s a great way to really feel connected to a deity, and a great memorization technique when you’re working with a new prayer.  

Fireplace.  The hearth is the traditional center of the home, and the traditional symbol of Hestia.  If you have a fireplace, fire it up!  It doesn’t have to be a daily occurrence, but it would be nice to occasionally remind Hestia how much you love her through fireplace maintenance a roaring fire.  If you rather do this outside in a fire pit, go ahead!  If your fireplace is purely decorative (or you’re otherwise not allowed to use the fireplace), try putting a candle in there and lighting it instead.  If you don’t have a fireplace, you can always pull up a crackling fireplace video on roku, or stream a video of such from youtube on your computer, laptop, tablet, TV, or phone.  It makes for a meditation session!  

Hospitality.  As the goddess of hearth and home, Hestia is a goddess who would have gone out of her way to make everyone feel warm and welcomed in her abode.  You should do the same!  The next time you have visitors, offer to take their coats, grab them a drink, and make them feel welcomed, comfortable and loved.  

Generosity.  I feel that Hestia is a generous, charitable sort who would give you the clothes off her back if you were in need.  Practice generosity; think of ways that you can help out your relatives, friends, neighbors and community.  Do you have a yearly block party or monthly potluck for your neighbors?  Why not try to start one up?  Is there someone that could really use some extra help - maybe a babysitter in the evening, a tutor for a child, a little extra help cleaning their home, or just a shoulder to lean on?  Maybe there’s a new neighbor you haven’t met yet - why not bring a batch of cookies as a gift and introduce yourself?  

Food Drives.   Lots of stores have food drive promotions (and sometimes for clothes and school supplies).  The next time you notice one of these going on, donate.  Maybe go through your house and purge what you don’t want/need and donate it.   Donating time to a food shelter or a homeless shelter are also excellent ways to honor Hestia!  

Meals.  In the old days, people would use the hearth for cooking.  Now, we have lots of contraptions that aid in cooking - blenders, stoves, grills, microwaves, etc.  Instead of ordering take out or microwaving a frozen dinner, try cooking your meal.  Dedicate the time spent preparing and cooking to Hestia - make it a devotional act!  

Prayers.  You don’t need to have a shrine or altar to pray to Hestia, and nor do you need candles, statues or a physical representation.  All you need is you and your intent.  Using things like Homeric or Orphic Hymns are perfectly fine, but so is just speaking from the heart.  

Cleaning.  Turn boring, monotonous, daily chores into an act of devotion.  Meditate on Hestia while you clean, or chant, speak prayers, or simply keep her in mind while you do your rounds.  Some like to combine the veiling technique above - put your hair up or veil while cleaning as a devotional dedication.  Don’t focus on perfection; it’s better to develop a daily cleaning routine where a little is done at a time but very frequently rather than an occasional cleaning day spent obsessively scrubbing floors and organizing.  

Family Reunions.  Have you gotten together with your family recently?  Organize a family get-together!  This can be in the form of a family game night, a movie night with you and your closest friends/relatives/significant other, or a big party for all of your relatives.  So many of us only speak to our relatives around the holidays, but Hestia emphasizes the importance of building strong family ties and keeping those bonds strong.  If getting together with family is impossible (due to transportation issues, living out of state, etc), pick up your phone and give them a ring!  

Healthy Boundaries.  If you’re like me and you struggle with having healthy boundaries between yourself and your family, you can always go to Hestia for help in this area.  You should never feel pressured to always say yes to everything people ask of you - especially if you feel unappreciated or are being taken advantage of or abused.  Hestia can help!  

Meal Planning.  A great way to make sure you spend some time with Hestia everyday of the week is through meal planning.  One day each week, every other week, or once per month (depending on how often you go grocery shopping), sit down and plan out in advance the meals you plan to cook.  You should aim for at least one home cooked meal a day, preferably breakfast, lunch and dinner (and factor in a few snacks).  The very act of meal planning can be a devotion to Hestia, and it helps you budget, make a grocery list, and keep things organized.  Plus home cooked meals are delicious!  

Budgeting.  A big part of running a househeold is dealing with budgeting issues.  You can devote the time spent on balancing checkbooks, paying bills, and going over savings and expendable income to Hestia.  

Household Notebook.  Remember the suggestion of meal planning, budgeting and cleaning?  You can utilize all this - and more - through a household notebook.  All you need is a binder and some paper - and if you have a printer with a hole punch, you can even find beautiful decorative templates to help you out!  A household notebook is basically where you keep everything you need to help run your house.  I have a section for recipes and meal planning, a section for local take out places (with menus, if possible) and their address and numbers, a section for emergency medical information (there’s even a section with receipts for every time our cats have been to the vet).  I keep lists of things that need to be done on a daily basis, weekly basis, monthly basis, and seasonal basis (which I change up as needed).  I even have a section on how to remove different kinds of stains from different surfaces, and how to clean specific things (like electronic equipment, appliances, cleaning supplies, etc).  I even keep track of the recipes I use for homemade cleaning recipes (like homemade dishwasher tabs, or glass cleaner for my eyeglasses, simple disinfectant, etc).  If you have trouble remembering birthdays, anniversaries, and annual celebrations, put it in here!  You can even go one step further and add sections to your household notebook for daily to-do lists, a prayer section for Hestia, and if you’re more along the lines of a pagan vs Hellenic reconstructionalist, you can even include things like spiritual cleaning, altar dedications, statue consecration, etc.  I’m not saying go full blown BoS with this binder, but keeping things that you use on a daily basis as part of your everyday life all in one spot is just practical and convenient.  

Seasonal Cleaning.  Everyone knows about spring cleaning, but I wholeheartedly feel that we should do a version of spring cleaning at the change of every season.  This can be a devotional act to Hestia!  

Cooking Class.  Hestia is all about hearth and home, and what better way to show your love and appreciation to yourself and to your family and friends than by learning how to cook (better)?  Any time you cook can be a dedicated act to Hestia.  

Musical Playlist.  Try putting together a list of songs that really reflect how you feel about Hestia, or put you in a Hestia-like mood.  

Domestic Bliss.  Even the time you spend bonding with your significant other and working out your issues can be considered devotional time.  Keep your home happy and filled with love by being open, communicative, and supportive of your partner.  

Relaxing Night In.  There’s nothing wrong with occasionally spending a night at home with a relaxing atmosphere, take a bubble bath, read a good book, watch a favorite movie, binge watch a neglected series on Netflix, or doing a hobby that you love.  Give yourself permission to take it easy and practice self-care!  

Dinner Parties.  Much like a family reunion, a good way to express appreciation to your friends and family is to have a dinner party.  It doesn’t have to be formal, and you don’t have to be a slave in the kitchen - what matters is that you open your heart and home to those you love.  

Prayer Book.  If you work closely with Hestia, consider starting a little prayer  book for her.  There are tons of ways to do this - you can use a diary, a binder, a pronged folder, or even try some simple bookbinding.  I’ve had great success with cutting computer paper in half, punching holes along one side, and binding it together with ribbon.  If you work with other deities, you can make a prayer book for each individual deity, or one large one for all of them.  Keep it on or near your altar/shrine for easy access!  

Cookbooks & Recipe Collections.  Another excellent devotional to Hestia!  Track the recipes you try with a cookbook or a recipe collection.  This can even be digital through sites like All Recipes or tracked through apps like Google Drive (which can be synced between your phone and computer).  

Home Remedies.  I don’t know about you, but I grew up in a household where my mother always had an aloe plant for burns and irritated skin, salt and water for gargling when I had a sore throat, orange juice and garlic when I felt under-the-weather, and fresh mint leaves for an upset stomach.  If you have holistic or natural remedy leanings, consider devoting the time spent to researching and creating homemade remedies as sacred to Hestia.  

Sewing, Knitting, Crocheting, Weaving & Embroidery.  Cottage industries involving thread has always seemed so very Hestia to me.  Learning how to properly darn a sock, sew on a button, or repair ripped seams are things that are SO valuable that extending that over to something like sewing, knitting, crocheting, weaving or embroidery only seems natural.  It’s okay if you discover you don’t like it - what matters is that you gave it a try!  

Crafts.  We’re in an trend where having crafts in the home is very much in!  Take advantage of this by looking up different crafts that you can do for your own home to save money, make it look nicer, and give it the aesthetic that fits your - and your family’s - personality.  Time spent creating these things can definitely be dedicated to Hestia.  

Interior Decorating.  Just like with crafts, interior decorating can be an exhausting process, but one that is very important.  Most of us want a warm, comforting home, and in order to have that, we need to do what we can to look - and feel - that way.  For some of us, this means investing in a fireplace and mood lighting, while others feel a puffy, comfortable couch is the way to go with a nice flat screen tv.  Others are more bohemian and rustic in their decor, while some like shabby chic touches and refurbished antiques.  Even if you’re a minimalist by nature, using the right combination of colors and accents can really give a homey, comforting feeling.  Take the time to discover your own personal style and figure out ways to translate it into your home.  Anything you do to make your home a loving, comforting environment can be a dedication to Hestia!  

i am firmly of the belief that fake ah crew ray is the kind of person who, when saddled with some kind of responsibility, thinks “if i do it badly enough once, i will never be asked to do it again”

so he breaks like four plates while washing dishes and makes the vacuum cleaner eat its own cord and falls asleep during stakeouts 

and then whoever he’s hooking up with one afternoon asks if he can try some dirty talk. and ray’s not really up for putting forth that kind of effort during a ten-minute quickie. and so he brings back his usual m.o. for this sort of thing.

(meaning he only gets a few syllables into “your throbbing love-muscle” before a deeply horrified ryan puts his hand over ray’s mouth and politely suggests they never try that again, thank you, no really, i’ve had enough, please stop, i will literally pay you to stop)