i think i might be a day late on this

anonymous asked:

The only reason I'm skeptical about Amelia being pregnant is, wouldn't she have noticed by now? Yes she took a negative pregnancy test but she's a doctor and must know false negatives can happen. She was so so sure she was pregnant after being only like 1-2 days late. Wouldn't she have figured it out by now? Idk. Maybe it's just poor writing but it seems like a big oversight. What do you think?

You are absolutely right and I have too thought about all of that. But here is the thing, I believe that between 13x05 and 13x14 it hasn’t been too much time.

It might feel a lot of time has passed because of the storylines with Minnick and Webber and the long hiatus but when we see Owen knocking on Meredith’s door looking for Amelia on 13x11, it’s been only a day since she took off. And between there and then it has only been days, weeks tops. She is still on work leave, I doubt she could be absent from work for more than a few days without raising questions and I doubt that Owen would be patiently waiting for much longer. So that could justify Amelia still not finding out. Also a lot of women experience small bleeds in their first months of pregnancy so Amelia wouldn’t be suspicious (remember that we’re talking about the same person who’s only found out about first pregnancy after what? 20 weeks? 😂😂😂😂).7

There is also the possibility that Amelia is pregnant and already knows but is so horrified at the notion of something being wrong that she completely froze and has no idea how to deal with it, therefore she is ignoring everything and everybody in complete denial. Telling anyone would mean having to confirm, get scans, etc. Personally, I wouldn’t bet on this one but it is a possibility too.

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Sometimes you just gotta drop everything and draw the ot3. You just gotta.

Crossember Challenge Day 3 - UNDERSWAP

As many of us already know (and it has already been confirmed) the next AU we will see in Underverse is Underswap. What do you expect to happen in 0.3?

I know I’m a few days late, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and I had to make this. My guess is that Cross’ll use Papyrus against Sans. And since Underswap Paps uses orange magic (I think that’s canon?) and you have to keep moving to avoid damage, I just fell in love with the though of poor Sans having to run for his life…waiting for a chance to attack ;)

Challenge by @byutak, Underverse and Cross by @jakei95, Underswap by @popcornpr1nce

Here’s a still so you can see Cross and Paps in the back:

My friend recently had her first kiss.  When she called to tell me the news she said she hadn’t realized there could be “so many worlds to explore in a single mouth”.  She also said it in many ways reminded her of “eating something slimy.”   I smiled for a long time about that one.   A few days ago I was telling this same friend about something Frida Kahlo said before she died.   She said, “I hope the leaving is joyful, and I hope never to return.”  My friend asked me, “Do you think you want to return?”  As soon as she asked the question I started crying.  I thought about every year of my life, every hard fist of a moment, and it broke my heart to think I might not choose to come back.  For whatever reason, the days, they do not slow river into me.  They never have, and lately the moments have been especially rough.  Last week I said to a friend (not the kissing friend), “I wish I could take naps… life would be a whole lot easier if there were less of it.”    We both laughed.   Laughing is medicine.  I have a personality I developed whose only job is to laugh at the personality in me that’s depressed as hell.  I have another personality that screams at them both,  another that does nothing but bounce on a mini trampoline, and yet another that tries to make sense of it all via poems about the moon.  It is this final personality that in the end, thank god, always seems to win.  This personality says “Yes. Yes.  I think I do want to return.  Mostly for the kissing, for the slimy kissing, for the many worlded kissing, the only time I know for absolute certain I am not praying alone. “
—  Andrea Gibson
flora’s first sterek fic rec

guys this was literally a long time coming and this was only the first 8 pages of my bookmarks on ao3 (which if u wanna see is here) from my first post ever. there will be more to come pal!

also @michelanqelx (i’m sorry for being, like, months late for this fic rec!)

i see the best of me inside your eyes by grandeur [1663] NR 

“I feel like this might be MTV show worthy,” Stiles says suddenly, and even at Derek’s exasperated look, adds, “This should be an episode of True Life. True Life: I’m Seventeen and Already Shopping for Curtains Because My Older Boyfriend Is a Moron.”

animal skins by gasmsinc [2278 words] G

The first time Stiles dresses Caleb up in a ridiculous outfit, Derek thinks it’s a joke. He comes home from work one day, and is greeted by the sight of their newborn pup in a zebra onesie complete with ears and a tail.

Seaside Framed in Glass by mrecookies [2435] T

“I’m going to name you Derek,” Stiles announces, still looking cross-eyed at the puppy in his hands. It’s looking back with a confused and sad expression, probably asking Stiles in some baby dog language why it’s being named after a brooding werewolf. “It’s because you’re always sulking, even though I got you a nice basket and biscuits and everything,” he says sternly. The puppy whines and hangs its head.

Derek is pretty cute.

Can’t Sleep by TylerM [3210] G

When Isaac is woken up from a night terror that he can’t get back to sleep from he seeks comfort from the two people he needs to know are okay.

The only problem is he is too scared to actually ask for it.

Sterek relationship. Everyone is pack. Pack mom Stiles to the rescue.

Your Mark on my Skin by afullrevolution [5551] T

Everyone had a mark scrawled somewhere across their body. A name, usually a signature to represent their soul mate, their one and only true love. Stiles has known who his mark belonged to since the third grade. He doesn’t understand how Derek can be so oblivious.

The Scientific Method by uraneia [5947] T

Stiles’s life was so much easier before his BFF got super powers. “But, so, werewolves have super strength, right? And super speed. And better vision, and better muscle control, and healing powers, and stuff. And some of that’s probably, like, genetic, if you can be born a werewolf. Right?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. From the perplexed look on his face, he doesn’t yet know where Stiles is going with this. “So?”

“So what if you have condom-defeating supersperm?”

Stiles has a lot of research to do. He decides Derek’s kitchen is the place to do it. Derek probably regrets giving him a key.

Extenuating Circumstances by flaming_muse [18411] T

Five times Stiles doesn’t believe it when Derek shows him affection (because he’s spent too much time reading stupid things on the internet), and one time he finally listens.

(Or, the one where I laugh my way through fandom tropes.)

set after season 2, no spoilers for season 3

*flora’s note: this was apparently bookmared with “absolute fave” so i’m definitely gonna go read it right now! maybe, you guys want to too!*

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SIX WEEKS SINCE IVE BEEN AWAY NOW YOURE SAYING EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED AND IM AFRAID THAT I MIGHT BE LOSING YOU AND EVERY NIGHT THAT WE SPENT ALONE KILLS ME THINKING OF YOU ON YOUR OWN AND I WISH I WAS BACK HOME NEXT TO YOU OHH EVERY DAY YOU FEEL A LITTLE BIT FURTHER AWAY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACE NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS LATE NIGHT CALLS AND ANOTHER TEXT IS THIS AS GOOD AS WERE GONNA GET ANOTHER TIMEZONE TAKING ME AWAY FROM YOU LIVING DREAMS IN FLUORESCENT LIGHTS WHILE YOU AND I RUN OUT OF TIME BUT YOU KNOW ILL ALWAYS WAIT FOR YOU OHH EVERY DAY YOU FEEL A LITTLE BIT FURTHER AWAY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACE NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS ON THE PHONE I CAN TELL YOU WANNA MOVE ON THROUGH THE TEARS I CAN HEAR THAT I SHOULDNT HAVE GONE EVERY DAY IT GETS HARDER TO STAY AWAY FROM YOU SO TELL ME ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LIKE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WASTING TIME WAAASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE BROOOOOKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACES IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP WOOOOOOONT GIIIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACES NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSES AS STRANGERS SIX MONTHS SINCE I WENT AWAY AND I KNOW EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED BUT TOMORROW ILL BE COMING BACK TO YOU

“[…] I could see that this would be a long day and I asked Marilyn what time she thought we might be through. “Oh, I don’t know, probably very late,” she said. Then she added, “Your wife is expecting you.”
“Not. That. It’s just…well, you know, the baby Suzanne, she likes to see me before she goes to sleep. But it’s okay really.”
“She’ll survive,” Marilyn said. Considering her childhood, I imagined she was thinking that there are a lot worse things that can happen to a kid than not having her father to tuck her in for one night.
“It’s tough on Judi,” I said, “because I’m away so much.”
That night we worked late, and when we were through, Marilyn was tired, though she did say sorry to me as she returned to her dressing room. By the time I got back to our apartment on Orange Grove, Suzanne was fast asleep. Judi was still awake, sitting in the living room with a smile on her face. “Why are you up?” I asked. Some had come to the door and woken her. I was a deliveryman holding two dozen roses and a note from Marilyn Monroe:
“Sorry for keeping Larry so late.”
That blew me away. And it still touches me.
-Lawrence Schiller-

and it’s just another holiday that we created to feel less alone and yeah there might be someone there for you to hold and yeah there might be someone there for you to love, but it’s still just another day we made to feel less alone and it’s another one of those it’s going to be alright poems and yeah we’re a little less alone when we’re in our thoughts, we still chase after lips that should kiss and people that we shouldn’t miss and it’s just a thought– it counts, right? i’ve been thinking about you lately and maybe it’s still a maybe, but it’s still you that i think about. it’s still you that i think about.

“it’s still you.”

This was just some practice shit. I hate my “art” lately, I am such crap. :,( Trying to power through it. Really sketchy and not colored correctly because IDGAF right now.

Anyway, I think @gezeit has the hc that Makki dresses in outrageous pastels because he’s a beautiful sunflower, so I channeled that. I was also hella happy to get to watch their stream the other day because…. well go look at their art. It’s beautiful.

Anyway, I might work on this some more but probably not. I’m sorry, fandom. 🤢

Birthday- Pack imagine Preview

Originally posted by fallenunicornn

Can we pretend that Isaac and Derek didn’t leave thanks. 


“Damn it!” I woke up to the cheerful sound of my alarm blaring. I was late for school and this was supposed to be a good day. Finally 18, I sighed.

As I got out of bed, my phone beeped. Thinking it was a birthday message, I gladly opened it. 

Stiles: Can I copy your science homework?

I stared at my phone for a little bit contemplating whether or not I should say something. I left Stiles on read.

~At the school

It was halfway through 3rd period when I walked into class.

“Y/L/N, hel- um, you might wanna put a hat on that,” Coach said as he gestured towards my hair. As I was walking towards my seat, I turned on my phone and looked into the camera.

“Fuck,” I swore under my breath as I saw that I forgot to do my hair and it was all over the place and knotted. 

As I was going to get my binder out, the bell rang signalling lunch. thank god.

~

As I saw the pack, my face immediately lit up. They wouldn’t forget my birthday. 

I sat down beside Isaac and Malia. Nobody seemed to notice I was there so I cleared my throat. When that didn’t work, I said something.

“Hey guys,” Everyone looked over at me and Scott signalled something to everyone. 

Stiles got up and texted someone. 

“Hey Y/N,” Liam said.

I looked over at him. “Yeah?”

“Can I have your pudding?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

I sighed and handed it to him.

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” someone exclaimed from behind me. 

I turned to see Derek running over to our table with a little box. 

“It’s for you,” He whispered as he handed me the box. 

The whole pack got up and left. I was sitting there trying to get the box open.

“A USB?”

Grabbing my computer from my bag, I put the USB in. There was a video of the whole pack.

“Sorry we hurt you Y/N, but it’s all part of the surprise,” Lydia said in the video.

“So come and find us,” Isaac said as he turned the camera to show me their surroundings. 

It looked like they were in a classroom. I ran straight in the way the Coach’s classroom was. 

~ lemme know if ya’ll want it
some thoughts on long exposure's growing popularity and my apparent inability to keep up

(tldr at end)

this is something i’ve been thinking about writing for a long time but never really knew how to word… so this might end up sounding more like word-vomit with no coherent message but i’ll try my best haha

i am an intensely introverted and anxiety-prone person. attention is something i have a complicated relationship with. i think everyone wants attention and recognition and love sometimes? but lately it’s been getting sorta overwhelming (that’s the word of the day btw, “overwhelming”).

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DAY 3: Confession or First Date

im a day late but !! not sure what this is,, might be a silent confession or something  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jacksepticeye's message after 'The Static Speaks My Name'
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I know, some of you might think this is a bit late, but I’ve been feeling very down these last couple of days and I’ve been listening to (t)his messsage over and over and I cried and cried. but it helped me. It made me feel better.

So I thought I would share this with you. Why make this for myself when it could help a lot of YOU guys too?

I also want to thank therealjacksepticeye for this message. Honestly, it means a lot. Making clear that you care and that the people in the community care and just telling us how beautiful each one of us is just really might save a life.
I hope you can imagine how much of a deal this can be to a person who’s feeling down, who’s depressed or is suicidal.
Thank you so much for your support. ♥

Caffeine Challenge #4

For @caffeinewitchcraft‘s challenge, with the first line: You talk to the dead fairly regularly. Lately, you’ve gotten the distinct impression that the dead wish you’d just shut up.

(You should totally go check out all their stories. I’m particularly fond of 100 Parent Points, Kaleb and School for the Supernatural)

I was back and forth checking on dinner all during this hour, but hey, words on the page! Second person threw me for a minute, but it was fun to play with. Might continue to poke at this this evening :D.

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You talk to the dead fairly regularly. Lately, you’ve gotten the distinct impression that the dead wish you’d just shut up.

“This really isn’t the sort of problem I can help with,” Josephine tells you, sliding off her perch on the crumbling stone wall. She shakes out her layered skirts with her good hand, even though they’re more memory than actual fabric these days. “I’m really more of a say your catechism and hope for the best kind of girl.”

“I don’t think a catechism is going to work.” Sam doesn’t look up from her water-logged paperback, but she’s clearly listening in. “Broken heirlooms aren’t really a spiritual issue. What’re you going to pray for? Forgetful relatives? A time machine?”

“Duct tape,” Oscar offers from his seat on his own weathered gravestone, and a chorus of dusty groans rises, even from the graves that are supposedly still sleeping.  Oscar’s Duct tape fixation is a well-known hazard of the yard. “Or glue,” he amends, side-eyeing his neighbors’ plots. “That stuff you said works on everything.”

“Didn’t you hear it turned to powder?” Josephine asks him. “What good’s glue gonna do with that?Besides, I don’t think that stuff’s safe. Callie told me she used it in her army days. Anything used in a warzone shouldn’t just be applied to whatever folks are feeling like, should it?”

“I’m not worried about fixing it,” you tell them, “I’m worried that maybe I– I don’t know. Broke something. In the world. Magically. Nana always said she could do anything she thought of, holding that egg.”

“Magic mumbo jumbo,” Sam snorts. “I’m out.” She slips back into her grave, just a faint damp patch left in her wake on the memorial bench. The other spirits shiver, and you can feel them turning away  like that was some sort of signal.

“Wait,” you say, but Josephine shakes her head and follows Sam, vanishing with a bounce of dark curls and a melodious trill of music you can’t quite recognize.

“Please,” you say, but Oscar fades into the rising mist and you can feel the spell unwinding in your grasp; twine thinning to thread, to feathers, to spidersilk.

“I still need help!” you say, spinning around, your eyes darting over each grave in turn, searching for the person who might be most suited, who might actually give you something real to go on. A faint hint of intent waves to you from the farthest corner plot, under the towering oak tree. A warm breath brushes against your face, filling your nose and mouth with the smell of freshly broken earth.

Maybe you should ask a witch,” comes the whisper, and then the spell slips away entirely.

Ask a witch, echos the creaking branches, waving in the breeze. Ask a witch.

But witches aren’t buried, you want to scream to the clouds. No witch you’ve ever heard of has ever been buried. That’s how you get magic gone wild in the landscape, turning a gully and a few straggling aspens into an ancient forest, or making animals talk so clearly even the non-magical can hear them.

Ask a witch, says the weedy clover as you pace back and forth, searching your satchel of components and discarding spell after spell. But you are the only witch for miles around, and no spell can reach past the purifying fire of cremation. There are no witches to ask.

6|7|2016
I’m just realizing I’m a bit late on today’s post. I completely forgot it was Tuesday. Summer has been great so far. Here is my monthly spread for June. That’s all I plan to do for this month, not weekly spreads. Although I think I might make a page for our summer vacation to Colorado! I’m so excited! If any of you have suggestions for things my family and I can do in, we’d love to hear it! I love you all. Have a fantastic day!