i think i have a nail problem

Brass nails and why I have them.

Ever since last night I’ve been getting a lot of questions about my brass fingernails. First of all. NO, they are not prosthesis. i have them for a specific reason.

Here’s what they look like:

another view 

HERE’s is the reason:

I bite my nails all the time. constantly, idly, without thinking.

If you’re like me, and love giving back scratches, then having no nails is a problem:

Here’s how chose to fix this problem:

Shoot bullet, collect casing.

cut bullet.

The bullets have a taper inside. we will want the broader side of the taper to be outward on our nails, and the thinner side against the rear of the nail so there is no jutting up of material when they are glued on. Here’s what that taper looks like, one cylinder is flipped over to show how thick it is at the base:

clip, bend, and trim into a nail shape:

sand for a fine (BUT NOT CUTTING SHARP) edge on the front and smooth edges.

Glue with Krazy glue, it’s the best.


Amazing. the nails will stay on for about a week at a time before working themselves loose, when that happens just scrape the glue off and reapply.

Unless you happen to have reached into the closet and snagged it on your shelves and broke the nail off on your pinky cuz holy god that hurt. reapply anyways.

Also these work as screwdrivers, knives and various other multi-tools at the tip of your finger, so that’s pretty rad. I don’t know how odd i should feel about having done this, but i must say; it’s handy as hell and really fun to have nails again.

OH, also you can shine them with “brasso” or something but screw that, I’ve tried that and they get mirror bright and really annoyingly shiny. not my thing.

Unwind (M)

Character: Jungkook x reader

Genre / Words: College!au, Smut / 1,534

a/n: blame the thigh choker and this post

W: Smut. Thigh Riding. Plain and simple smut. Please read with caution.

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I think I’ve finally nailed down how to explain my discomfort with the gender nihilism stuff. When trans women spend our lives trying to be at least somewhat accepted, the concept of just saying “oh well none of this is real anyway” is a comfort but when it’s proposed that even our identity is not real is leaves us at the starting gate again, trying to figure out who we are. Additionally it generally feels like that becoming a popular movement will leave those of us with dysphoria behind. I really don’t have a problem with gender nihilism, I just don’t want people like me to get swept under the carpet in the name of “progressivism”

anonymous asked:

Have you ever seen Supervet? Idk of it's shown in Australia but it's a tv show based in a vet practice called Fitzpatrick Referrals and the guy does all sorts of technologically amazing treatments but I have to admit, I don't know if he doesn't sometimes take things too far and should just be euthanising these suffering animals. It also fits in with something I saw recently about a man giving horses prosthetic limbs when they'd normally die after a broken leg. How far do you think is too far?

Within the industry, specialist surgeons have a reputation of being very ‘cut happy’, generally speaking. It’s like when all you have is a hammer, every problem starts to look like a nail.

I have seen some of the episodes, quite a long time ago. He certainly seems to know his stuff, but I don’t like the dramatization. I also don’t like how the show just skims over costs of these procedures and didn’t emphasize the simple fact that experimental surgery sometimes doesn’t work.

If someone is going to go to extreme lengths to save an animal, they should do it properly and a well equipped specialist hospital with a knowledgeable surgeon is the place to be. However, not every case can be saves.

I’ve said previously that I try to avoid making judgement calls about ‘should’. The exception to this are cases where the animal’ welfare is compromised. I feel like it’s our job to advocate for our patient’s welfare, particularly making sure that minimum standards are not compromised.

I think the proliferation of two legged dogs that are allowed to live to adulthood are an example of things going too far. The  media treat these stories as inspirational, when really they shouldn’t have been allowed to get this far. This is sad, not inspiring, and I feel bad for the dogs and cringe at the thought of their orthopedics.

And the  media just praises it for trying to survive without so much as tossing it a pair of wheels.

I mean, if you’re going to try to keep an animal with a disability to make yourself feel better, either do it well or don’t do it at all.

Technology and medical techniques should advance over time. It’s not unreasonable to expect the scope of treatments we can offer to expand. On the topic of horse limbs, the difficulty in treating horse limb fractures is due to their size and damage that occurs to the other legs while they’re healing. Small horses cope with some prosthetics, but large and flighty horses tend not to.

How far we can push treatment will no doubt change in the future, but we need an ethical framework to ask ‘should we do this’. If we’re undertaking a treatment for our benefit over the animal’s, I have to ask why. It is their welfare that should be a priority in these decisions. Not human ego.

You’re everything I ever dreamed and more

Note: this exists in a post season 1 universe where they have discovered each other’s identities and they know the other knows, but they haven’t had a lot of time to process/discuss it with each other yet. Hopefully pure fluff. 

The first akuma fight after they had discovered each other’s identities happened on a Thursday. It wasn’t awkward, per se, but it was not the smooth coordinated attack Paris had come to expect from its heroes. Chat Noir would turn to suggest a strategy and find Ladybug already scrutinizing him with an awed, yet disbelieving look on her face. Chat in turn would be distracted by the fact that his Lady had been his classmate (Marinette!) this whole time, just a few meters away. The akuma would take advantage of their distraction and suddenly the whole fight was taking twice as long as it should have.

As soon as the glow from the Miraculous HealingTM had faded and they had their celebratory fistbump, Ladybug smiled and threw out her yo-yo to dash home.

“Wait—” Chat started at the same time as it hit Ladybug for the 64th time that day. “Oh,” her yo-yo fell clattering against the side of the building, “right.”

The only sound that followed was the whir of her yo-yo as it wound up. A blush crept onto Ladybug’s cheeks and Chat’s hand found the back of his neck.

Her earrings beeped and her hand jerked protectively before descending. She smiled and only his years of knowing her (in costume and out!) told him that it was a brave face for show. “Well, there’s no need to hide I guess. Want to sit?”

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deathtouchroadrunner  asked:

I get your hints. I don't see them as a problem. I think a subset of the people annoyed get them, they just feel like they're a little too flip because of a failure to be properly exposed to how trivial their concerns are on a cosmic scale. I think another subset of people feel like the responses beat around the bush because you're not responding to some subtextual aspect of their question they feel is obvious.

My mind space is not on tournament Magic. It isn’t what I do. I’m the design guy, so my focus is more on the architecture of why and how we put things together.

So when someone asks why there aren’t graveyard answers, I take it as a design question. Structurally, why wouldn’t you put answers in the design?

The answer involves non-public information so I give a coy “wait and see” answer. I do 100% plan on explaining the reasoning when I’m able.

The person asking the question was concerned with Standard though so they were asking me, the easiest person to ask a question, something to let me comment on the state of Standard.

I wasn’t being dismissive or arrogant or unempathetic. I was a hammer assuming something was a nail when, in fact, it was far from a nail.

With hindsight, I now see the tone behind the question and if I had it to do over, I would give a straight-forward answer.

Here’s the problem for the future for me. Can I tell the difference before answering? Not only do I have the viewpoint issue, but I’m most often answering questions in between living my life.

I think the “madness to our method” quote was written while my son was brushing his teeth. My focus is already not 100%, but if I want to keep up my volume (which was the #1 positive response when I asked recently what people like about my blog) that’s the time I have to answer.

My point for this long post is that my goal is always to be the best spokesperson I can be. I try to learn from my mistakes to improve, but I know that this kind of nuance issue is just not something I’m going to catch all the time.

I promise you I hear the concerns and I’m working to do the best I can. I’ll try to catch things like this in the future.

All I ask in return is to remember I’m a human being capable of making mistakes just like anyone. Please don’t assume malice on my part.

If generating a million plus words of Magic a year should do anything, it should at least make my intentions clear. I care very much for the game and for the community. My involvement here on the blog is to enhance the game and make it more enjoyable for all of you not be dismissive of your concerns.

anonymous asked:

i'm sorry it why do you ship junkrat with mei?? if you haven't noticed or actually played overwatch, you'd know that mei hates junkrat, they despise each other and they're total opposites. and no, opposites don't always attract.

Ladies and Gentleman, we have a first!

In the two or so years I’ve had this blog, I’ve never had an antagonistic anon before. Then again, I only ever started branching out into non-Soul Eater things in September, so maybe this is just what happens when you start to create content for bigger fandoms? 

First things first: If you don’t like the content I post, I suggest that you either unfollow my blog or use blacklist to block the tags for content you don’t like. Your Tumblr experience is curated by you. I’ll tag my content to help you blacklist topics you wish to avoid, but it’s ultimately up to each user to take the necessary steps to tailor their dashboard.

Secondly, in sending me a rude ask, you have given me an excuse to talk about a favorite ship of mine. So buckle up, we’ve got a long post incoming!

Why ship Junkrat and Mei? Why ship any two characters?

Take a gander at this post by @chaoticlivi. It’s a pretty exhaustive list of reasons people get invested in the relationship between any two characters. They span from aesthetic and visual tastes (these two look great together!) to more in depth, thematic ones (their relationship embodies a theme I care about). Basically, there are many many reasons to love a ship, and canon rarely has much to do with it.  

In general, canon is a box of scraps. This is especially true for Overwatch, which despite its exhaustive lore leaves many holes in character stories and relationships. Nothing in the game itself (which I do play often, btw) is ‘canon.’ The voicelines you hear haven’t actually happened. They are meant to give us insight into the characters, their histories, and their relationships, but you can’t quote them as something Mei or Junkrat have actually said.  

In-game content is also in flux. As more shorts and comics come out, as the actual Overwatch lore grows, the game evolves too. It’s possible what’s canon within the game now will change later on. 

What I’m saying is, you can point at two voicelines and wave around words like ‘hate’ until you are blue in the face, but that won’t 1) make it canon that Junkrat and Mei will be at odds forever or 2) make me any less likely to ship them.

Now that I’ve got the “shipping doesn’t need a canon basis and Overwatch shipping is a crapshoot built on nearly nothing anyway” part done, I can actually talk about Mei and Junkrat.

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Counting her Smiles

genre: original work, wlw ballet romance

words: around 5k

summary: Rebbecca Johnson grows up with the shadow of the driven ballerina Celeste, she doesn’t understand her but she does understand they are drawing closer

under the shadow of bleeding en pointe feet and Minnesota winters, it’s a love story

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dontmesswithabunnyposts  asked:

Thing is I don't think whitewashing was the film's main problem. They chose to set the film in America, and America kinda has a huge problem with race. It's easy to see a wealthier white kid doing the whole God Complex thing and getting away with it for a time. That could actually be decent Social commentary, helped by L being black. No, I think they failed, because they tried to make Light more sympathetic, and having other people "tempt" him into using the death note 1/

And I never saw the film, but the trailers looked like they got rid of Lights looks and charm, two of his main weapons. Also they made him more of a misunderstood loner? To clarify I’m not saying whitewashing was the right choice, just not the final Nail in the coffin

Yeah, I think its a combination of things. 

Part of the problem is that the original set up for Light’s whole character is deeply contextualized in Japan and Japan’s criminal justice system. Japan has a very HIGH conviction rate (99% of cases that make it to trial are found guilty) but a VERY low prosecution rates (LOTS of people are arrested that never make it to trial)-  only 17.5%.

In that system, it makes a lot of sense for Light, the child of a police officer, to be very frustrated with seeing people get arrested and never see justice, never even see a trial. For a kid like Light- who sees himself as morally good and correct, but who is slowly corrupted by power and self interest- this context is critical for his character. 

Take that and put it in America, which has a MUCH higher prosecution rate AND all of the racial injustice built into the US system and it fundamentally changes what the story is trying to comment on. Making Light a loner, school shooter stereotype, white kid who wants to kill criminals (which in America, means predominately Black Americans because our criminal justice system has horrible racial inequality at basically every level, from arrest rates, to prosecution, to conviction) is…well…a VERY different story. 

And I don’t think that this movie really….did anything to try and compensate for that inherent difference. 

oliviaisnotlistening  asked:

I really want to get a cat. Any advice?

Ah! Yes! 

Cats are amazing pets, but there are things to know about them, of course! There are several things to consider, but there’s plenty to be found on the topic online, so I’ll just lay out some basic things I’ve learned in my years as a cat owner. 

First of all, be aware that, while people claim cats are anti-social, they are actually very social animals. The housecat comes from a line wild cats that lived in a pride structure much like lions do, and as such, cats do get lonely if left in isolation for extended periods of time. Make sure you are able to give your kitty time and attention. 

The great news is, they’re super low-maintenance, for the most part. Keeping a cat entertained is often as easy as having a few toys strewn about, and a place where the cat can sit and look out the window. If they can see natural things, like trees, grass, and birds, so much the better, though any activity is interesting to them. And cats often ‘socialize’ by simply being in the same room as you. A cat sleeping next to you on a couch, or following you at a distance from room to room, is a cat being social! It baffles me when people say cats are being antisocial when they do that. No, they don’t get up in your business, because in cat etiquette, that’s incredibly rude. but a cat that is staring at you, or goes out of its way to be in the same room as you, is a cat that likes you very much and considers you part of its family. (And a cat that slow blinks at you is saying ‘i love you’ in cat-speak!) 

Another thing: know that cat behavioral quirks are not your cats trying to piss you off, but the behaviors of predators trying to keep their large brains engaged. Predators benefit from curiosity and exploration, as they are often rewarded with new and inventive ways to find prey and food. One way to make your kitty’s day more rewarding and leave him or her feeling more satisfied with life in general is to hide small piles of food and let kitty hunt them down. This will not only prevent your cat from overeating, but will provide fun ‘hunting’ stimulation, too. 

While we’re hovering around the topic, here are some of the main differences I’ve noticed between male and female cats: 

Male cats tend to be more gregarious, socializing with all and sundry. By contrast, female cats tend to attach themselves to one person and be a bit more standoffish to anyone else. This may not hold for every cat ever, of course, but it has held up for me in my years of cat ownership. If you’re going to have a single animal, a female might be ideal, because she will bond with you (make sure to have her spayed, though, so you don’t have to deal with heat cycles). If you’re planning to get multiple cats, though, I’d go with males. Once they’re fixed, I find males are far less likely to enter into territorial disputes with one another. 

One last tip for a happy cat: high places. Make sure your cat has plenty of high places they can easily reach, like the top of a cat tree, or a catwalk, or high shelves with nothing on them. Cats LOVE to be high up, and confident cats will try to be at the highest vantage point of any given room, so they can keep an eye on the goings on. It’s a security thing, and it will vastly improve your cat’s quality of life if you give them somewhere high up to be. 

Okay I lied I have two more things: 


Cats scratch. It’s something they do. There are ways to mitigate it–clip their claws periodically, apply softpaws, and definitely provide them with plenty of surfaces which they are permitted to scratch, like scratching posts and cat trees. But if you live in a home with priceless antique furniture or heirloom silk upholstered chairs, don’t get a cat unless you’re willing to risk these things being damaged or destroyed. Some cats have no issue finding the appropriate things they’re supposed to scratch, but some will scratch furniture, and that is just a fact of life, living with them. 

But declawing cats is not a solution. Declawing a cat means cutting off the last joint of their toes–the joint with the nail down. Imagine someone cutting off the tips of your fingers just to get rid of the nails! It’s painful, it’s psychologically traumatic, it leaves cats defenseless, and it causes all kinds of gait and pain problems later in life. Just don’t do it. If you think you can’t have a cat without having it declawed, then take that as your sign to not get a cat. Get a different animal. 

I feel very passionately about this, as you might have noticed. 

The other thing I thought of just now (sorry this is so rambly and in no coherent order) is: strongly consider keeping your animal indoors-only. While I know that’s not always possible, an indoor cat is going to have a much safer life, with less chance of getting hit by cars or attacked by feral cats/dogs/other wildlife. Additionally, outdoor cats wreak havoc on local small animal populations, killing birds and other wildlife because they have a natural instinct to do so. It’s not their fault, but it’s also not the greatest for the local ecosystem, either. It’s best all around to keep a cat indoors, or in a fenced-in cat patio, so they and the other local furballs are safe from one another. 

Okay I guess that’s a lot of me rambling so I’ll cut it off, but if you have any other questions or would like clarification please let me know!!! <3 

About Cole's acting in ep 12

We all saw how amazing or boy was during the entire episode- the entire season- and I’m sure that, like me, many of you cried because of him. There were so many emotional scenes during the last couple of episodes, and in all of them, Cole Spouse was simply perfect.

Still, there’s one scene that simply killed me, and he didn’t even have to say a single word.

The scene I’m talking about is the one where he’s talking to his mom and she’s basically telling him not to meet her. He starts the scene supposedly hopeful, but as the conversation goes on, Jughead starts breaking down until he gives up. That was definitely one of the most beautiful scenes I’ve ever seen, but not only because of his facial expressions…

I’m talking about his fingers.
(yes, I have a problem with Cole’s hands!)

Yes, his fingers… Just look at how hard they’re pressed against the phone. They’re turning white due to the pressure, as a sign that he’s holding back all his emotions so his mother won’t notice how he’s actually feeling. Just like Betty does with her nails, Jug was doing it with his own fingers.

He was holding onto that phone as if he depended on that not to break.

And when it comes to the whole acting behind the scene, I think it’s safe to say Cole Sprouse made an excellent job.


You're All I Want - Derek Hale

Relationship: Derek x Reader
Warnings: mild swearing, cheating
A/N: sorry this took me a bit to post. I got busy with some stuff and didn’t have the time to write. I hope you enjoy it! also, probably my shortest imagine yet. I’m really sorry about that, I’m trying to overcome a bit of writers block, but I hope it’s still decent.
Request: Prompts 20, 43, 70. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
“My ass?”
Word Count: 695

You grumbled lowly to yourself as you searched through the house. You’d been looking for the tv remote for what felt like hours, but had only been a few minutes. You’d checked everywhere. In the couch cushions, on the table next to the couch, under the couch, in the remote holder - where the remote should have been in the first place. Everywhere you looked, and every time you saw no remote, you fell even deeper into despair.

Deciding to give up on your search tactics, you settled on asking Derek if he’d seen the remote. You knew he was in training, but this episode of Friends was just taunting you to be watched.

You made your way through the loft, into the same room where Derek and the pack always trained.

“Hey Derek. Have you seen the…? Oh.”

When you walked into the room, you’d found Derek and Braeden (who Derek had said was supposed to be Lahey) kissing. You could see his arms on her shoulders, gripping tightly, and her hands were tangled in his hair.

“What the hell? Derek, you said you were training with Isaac today. Not training sucking each others faces off with your ex.”

His mouth opened to say something, but no words came out.

“You better come up with an amazing excuse, Derek. Or you’ll be a sorry, sorry boy.”

“I’m a grown man. I’m not a boy.” He smirked.

“Grown man your ass. You’re acting like a boy, same difference.”

“My ass? Y/N, it’s ‘grown man my ass.’”

You responded with an annoyed eye roll.

“Derek, I just walked in on you kissing another girl while dating me. Now is not the time to be correcting me.”

He purses his lips, thinking about what to say.

“She kissed me. I would never do that to you, Y/N.”

“Oh c'mon Der, you know you wanted it. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Braeden winked at him from behind, and ran her long lacquered nail down his bicep.

“Are you serious right now? You’re flirting with my boyfriend when I’m standing right here? Back the fuck up, or we’re gonna have some serious problems.”

Derek smirked, chuckling and shaking his head. He took a few steps towards you, stopping once you were just a few inches apart, and leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Even when you were upset with him, you still managed to go to putty underneath his touch. Every little but of physical contact made your heart rate pick up and your knees to go weak.

“That’s my girl.” He rasped, snaking his arms around your waist. “I promise you Y/N, I did not kiss her. You just walked in at the wrong time, and I promise you I was fighting back. She means nothing to me. You’re all I’ve got my eyes out for.”

“Der, come on. We could have so much more fun. You know that I’m so much better at turning you on than she is.”

Derek stepped away from you slowly, before racing over to Braeden. His hand found its way around her throat, gripping tightly.

“Braeden, get the hell out of my house, before I make you. And don’t come back.”

Her eyes went wide, and she jutted out her bottom lip in a god-awful pout. Before she could open her mouth to say something else, Derek shouted another demand in her face, his words booming off the walls of the loft.

She scurried out of the room after that, leaving the house as fast as she possibly could. Derek ran back over to you, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Now, what was it you were looking for?”

anonymous asked:

I have recently come to the conclusion that I am genderfluid. And I have a hard time expressing myself my femininity when I feel feminine. Most of the problem is that I haven't come out and I don't Think that I, my family, and just the people around aren't ready. How can I express my femininity in secret?


clear nail polish


sports bra

womens underwear

womens socks

womens shoes

womens t shirts (they sometimes can look masc but you will know theyre from the womens section)

a bracelet

a necklace


womens shampoo/deodorant/body wash



You may have seen this cool way to dye eggs using onion skins and flowers. First thing I thought was, would this work on a skull? I tried it with a friend today and…I think it didn’t work. The yellow skull on the bottom left is how it turned out. Even though we used red onion skins. I think the main problem is the fact that skulls are not smooth surfaces so we couldn’t wind the hose around around it very tightly, so maybe the flowers didn’t stay in place as well as they could have. Or maybe it has something to do with the difference between the makeup of an eggshell and a bone. I might try this again sometime if I find something that would stick to the skull better and not slip around, like a plant-shaped sticker. 
Anyway, if you were wondering if anyone has tried this technique on skulls, now I have. It’s hard and it didn’t really work.

“Women shouldn’t have to avoid walking alone at night or carry mace or using date rape detecting nail polish because men should just not rape!”

Ok but like… aren’t most of those things just basic safety precautions? Is it really a gendered thing not to walk alone at night? I would venture to guess most men would not walk down a dark alley at night in a bad neighborhood. Maybe they aren’t as afraid of being raped but they could certainly be mugged or something. Those kind of suggestions apply to everybody.

Of course it would be wonderful if there were no bad people out there but reality being what it is basic safety precautions make a lot of sense and really aren’t sexist. And like I don’t even see a problem with the idea of shifting cultural expectations and understandings of sexual assault and consent. What I have a problem with is when people act like things like mace or special nail polish are inherently wrong to exist because “rape shouldn’t even be an issue!"it’s just not realistic to think that any risk can be completely eliminated and it’s hardly fair to attack people who develop ways to mitigate that risk.

Daiya no Ace Act II Chapter 78: The Note

Whoa, this chapter is such a goldmine for analysis. I take great care and pleasure looking at every single panel. It’s very revealing and enlightening.

While the cover is good (Kawakami is in it!), admittedly the chapter title is better.

Two of our best first year pitchers, with determined look on their faces and ominous accompanying words. We’re counting down the days, everyone! For better or worse.

Now, let’s start analyzing. *cracks fingers*

Seidou players in class.

Second years: Toujou, Haruichi and Kariba are in the same class, and they seem like the chillest group of second years.Eijun has his own groupie *snorts*. Fortunately good and sane kind, which also happens to be Haruno’s closest friends in class (and Eijun’s shoujou manga fellow readers). Kanemaru is jealous. (Is it just me or Kanemaru and Haruno have potential together?) …Furuya is alone, despite being in class with three others… ●︿●

Third years: Kawakami is alone (but not lonely?). Shirasu is in the same class with Yui and Sachiko. Ono and Seki are in the same class with Maezono who are fighting with Asou… when the usual suspects, are surprisingly, is grinning at each other in amiable exchange. OMG, look how genuine the look on their faces.

The ship has sailed for Kuramiyu~! (whatever ship you choose, platonic, queerplatonic, romantic, the potential is rightthere) O(≧▽≦)O

First years: Yui and Yuuki are in the same class. They even sit close to each other. Yuuki has quick metabolism that his stomach already rumbles in second period. Okumura… has quite a mood swing that his classmates have come to get used to and pay attention to (which I find hilarious).

Character Development.

Haruno. Being a senpai really does wonders. This is the same Haruno who trips on air. She is able to encourage her kouhai and becomes a reliable manager in the absence of other managers. Looking at the reaction of the boys right there, she looks like on her way following Takako’s example (idol manager).

Okumura. He starts to treat Eijun with less hostility and in exchange, Eijun feels more comfortable to talk with him. Eijun deal well with criticism, so Okumura’s blunt style is not really a problem, but it’s the hostility that he cannot deal well with. Although he still holds unfavorable image of Miyuki hahaha, honestly, I can imagine Miyuki genuinely complimenting Okumura, only for Okumura to take it wrong, as it is noted above. It’s just he seems to put Miyuki in so much regard that he kinda forgets that Seidou has amazing pitchers to offer and to learn from. Though it’s not wrong for him to focus on improving himself first, like what he’s currently doing. It’s a similar approach with Eijun actually.


The notes deserves its own section. It’s really deep and insightful from Coach Kataoka.

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acciovodka  asked:

CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎉🎉 you deserve thousands more! About prompt... what do you think of #dron (Draco x Ron)? Bonding over quidditch? 😍

Haba my LOVELY. Thank you so much! You give me life. I have been meaning to write some Dron for weeks, so thanks for kicking my butt into gear and making me do it. This is just the beginning, I believe. 😘💚😁

Draco had not spoken for three weeks, eight days, and four hours. Not ‘had been really quiet’ or ‘had only asked for the salt’. Draco Malfoy had not uttered a single word, to anyone, since the beginning of eighth year. The way he saw it, the quieter he was, the less trouble he caused, and he would survive. He didn’t want to be in the ruined castle, with walls barely held together with construction charms, rubble barely cleared from the gardens, the ghosts of faces everywhere you turned. None of it was exactly helping his inability to move on, to get past the war, to figure out where he went next. 

Being silent had its advantages; it was a lesson most people learned when they were five, and one he’d never really grasped. He knew, now, how important just sitting quietly could be. People didn’t see you when you entered a room. They forgot you were there when you didn’t contribute to conversations. And that was powerful and terrifying. 

He’d discovered, rather unpleasantly, that he agreed with Gryffindors more often than not. He found out that he really knew next to nothing about the world outside of Hogwarts. He knew more about his classmates in three weeks than he’d learned in six years of shared classes and meals. 

Draco had learned that Harry Potter took two sugars in his tea, and was extremely embarrassed about it because Hermione liked to tease him mercilessly.

 He had learned that Neville Longbottom was actually extremely bright when people let him finish his sentences, and Draco suspected that he really needed a different set of friends, because that almost never happened. 

He’d learned that Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas had been together since sixth year, and that they were both hilarious and kind, and that it was beautiful to watch them be happy.

 Unfortunately, he had also discovered that Ron Weasley was exactly the sort of person that he found disturbingly attractive. It was extremely fucking annoying. There was nothing about the loud, abrasive, ginger-headed idiot that should appeal to him, and yet, he found himself uncomfortable in his pants anytime Ron reached above his head to take a pot of a shelf or hefted a large piece of rubble over his shoulder by hand, FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. Weasley took up so much space, the complete antithesis to Draco. 

This would have been avoidable and easy to ignore, had Draco not accidentally snorted at a joke Ron Weasley made about the Puddlemere Seeker one evening in their mandatory ‘clean up the castle’ sessions in the Ravenclaw dorm. The snort earned him a sharp, puzzled look, which Draco desperately wanted to wipe off his smug face, either with a fist or with his own lips. 

That afternoon, he was sitting in Greenhouse Four, waiting for class to begin, when Weasley appeared, alone and flushed with cold. He sat down directly behind Draco and tapped him hard on the shoulder. Draco whipped around, trying to hide his fear. 

“You don’t like McGregor either,” Weasley said gruffly. 

Draco shook his head. Draco found he still had no words, and he cocked his head curiously without responding to the half-compliment. 

“With Puddlemere playing the way they are, I feel like the Canons might actually have a chance this year,” Weasley continued. 

Draco cleared his throat, voice hoarse from disuse, and whispered, “Only if they don’t make a huge mess of everything at mid-season like they always do.” 

Ron looked as though he was considering anger, and at the last second, he laughed instead.

 “Look. Don’t make me regret telling you this but, there’s a pickup game. On Wednesdays. The pitch is free at eight. No set positions. You should come down,” Ron said in a rush, still smiling. Other students began to arrive, and Draco turned back around, baffled and blushing.


At 7:55 that week, he sighed silently to himself and dragged on his britches, loose because of all the weight he’d lost. He pulled a clean sweep from the Quidditch shed, and reassessed his decision for the fiftieth time, but forced himself to go to the pitch. 

The game was exhilarating; he played Beater, the crack of the bat on the Bludger satisfyingly loud and aggressive. Draco let it ring in his ears, grinning like a loon. As the game ended, Weasley flew toward him, holding the quaffle and wearing a lazy grin, hair a disaster from the wind, cheeks flushed from exertion.

 “You’re a decent beater,” he said. 

“I’m good in every position,” Draco said, winking, and immediately wanting to die in embarrassed shock. What the hell was he doing? 

Weasley threw his head back in a full body laugh. “Aha,” he laughed. “There’s Draco Malfoy.” 

The air was empty, the bodies below breaking off into groups of laughing students as they returned to the castle. Weasley flew in a lazy arc until he was right in front of him. He extended the quaffle, an oddly shaped and meaning-filled olive branch, and smirked a half smile that made Draco’s mouth go dry. 

“Prove it,” he challenged. 

When Draco finally took the ball, Weasley instantly sped to the other end of the pitch. It was only then that Draco remembered; Ron’s natural position was Keeper, and Draco was an absolutely terrible Chaser. He laughed to himself but followed anyway. By the time they landed, the sun was sinking below the horizon, and the pitch was completely empty. 

“Coming to dinner?” Ron asked innocently.

 “No…. I don’t… Um.”

 “Yeah I know but I just thought…” Ron broke off, sounding frustrated. “No, um, never mind.”

 “Good game?” Draco said quietly, extending a hand.

 Ron smirked again, but took the extended limb. “You are so completely weird, Malfoy.” 

“You too, Weasley.” 

They smiled and headed in different directions.


He played for three weeks. The last game before the snow flew was cold and icy, and everyone played haphazardly, quitting before a clear winner emerged. Draco turned away from the others, who were headed into town for a Butterbeer before the gates locked, and was almost at the castle when he realised he was being followed. 

“Why is it you think you get to be silent and aloof? Don’t you think we’d all just rather never speak about normal things, ever again?” Weasley yelled at him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around. 

Draco inhaled long and loud, trying to steady his nerves. He hadn’t been grabbed like that since living with Death Eaters, and he sort of wanted to cower on the ground. 

“I’m just trying to stay out of the way,” he whispered, unsure what Weasley needed to hear. “I’ve done enough.” 

“We all did,” Ron said gruffly, seeming to deflate. “We all feel alone, Malfoy. You just… try and keep living. I tried. Harry is trying. Hermione is… Well, trying, I guess, but—“

 “I know you aren’t together. That doesn’t mean you are alone,” Draco murmured.

 “You don’t know half of what you think you do. It’s honestly always been my problem with you,” Ron said, gripping Draco’s shoulder harder.

 Draco would have responded, but instead he was being attacked. The kiss wasn’t really a kiss, per say, so ‘attack’ seemed like the appropriate word. Ron seemed to have a goal, a purpose, and he was going to use every possible means to get there. He bit Draco’s lip and grabbed his neck. He scratched his nails into the flesh he found there, and his inhale dragged air from Draco’s own lungs. Ron was angry, that much was clear, but at whom was harder to sort out. Regardless, Draco decided he was there for whatever was happening. He kissed back, stepped into the taller man’s grasp, pulled his hips together with Ron’s until they ground together and Draco groaned. 

“What are you doing,” Draco said against Ron’s lips. 

“I have no bloody clue. Just…Puddlemere, and watching you fly, and you’re always fucking watching me, and I just…Please, can we not try and figure me out right now? I’ve been trying for six months, and I haven’t got a clue.”

 “You want to come to my room instead?” Draco breathed. 

“Yeah,” Ron growled, his breath lifting his own fringe off his reddened face. “Yeah, I do.”

Happy Monday!

February 27th, 2017

Happy Monday, everyone! I think I’m going to make these posts regular installations since Mondays are almost always rest days for me. I like to start the week with refreshers, goal setting, little bits and bobs, and things that make me smile.

My boyfriend is nearly recovered from the flu and back to work in his office now. Not going to lie, it’s nice to have the apartment to myself again. I work out of a home studio and I just cannot focus when he’s home. I love him but he’s loud, and I sort of use my ears at an extremely high level to work. So far, I show no symptoms of catching his flu. That will make me flu-free since 2009. It’s not like I’m keeping a tally and trying to rub it in, but it’s pretty damn impressive, right? I should somehow find a way to submit my immune system for official study.

Goal Setting

Push-Up Challenge: I’m starting this today. 100 push ups, 1 month. Arms have always gotten special attention from me. Though, I think I’m going to have to do modified wall push-ups at first. The plan is to build up enough strength to eventually attempt the challenge with traditional push-ups.

Eat at My Table: So, this will sound a little depressing, but people who grew up in dysfunctional families may know exactly where I’m coming from. Anyway, I’ve never really eaten at a dinner table! When my boyfriend and I rearranged the living room and cleaned up, we actually cleared our table. I’ve set it, and you know what? I don’t associate with toxic people anymore so I’m going to stop using my table as a “put all the crap you can’t find a place for” area.

Bits and Bobs

A Few Random Health Apps I Love: I just wanted to give some shout outs to some helpful health apps that I use. As it might be obvious, I use Fitbit. If you also use Fitbit and want to add me, PM me and we’ll set up this digital walking friendship and race each other! If you’re a migraineur, I recommend Migraine Buddy. I think this might be the most comprehensive digital migraine journal and it’s helped me nail down a few of my triggers and kept my appointments with my specialist highly informative for both parties. I sucked at keeping paper ones. If you have anxiety problems and want to track your mood, a habit’s effect on mood, as well have some small pocket-sized CBT exercises, check out Pacifica. I’ve been using this a lot the past few months and it’s an excellent little app to pull out when you’re getting yourself stuck in a bad thought. It will make you re-word your negative thought into something else and have you identify the thinking traps you’re using. 

Reminder: If you have any student loan payments due on the 1st, or Hell, your rent, February ends after tomorrow!

Things That Make me Smile

It’s a bit eclectic but here’s our little table (picture below). I’ve set it with several porcelain flower sculptures that were left to me after my aunt’s passing. Many of the ribbons and fake flowers in the basket came from her funeral. My aunt took my sister and I in during particularly tumultuous times of our adolescence, and we actually did eat at her table. She was a master gardener and loved all things to do with nature and forest critters. I probably would have ended up in foster care without her. So, I’m going to continue eating dinner with her.