i was just having one of those mornings

anonymous asked:

Since you both have busy schedules... How do you keep in touch with sweetheart? do you text each other everyday? or there are days when you're just too busy to answer?

We text everyday. Even if I’m scrubbed in the OR all day, I make sure to send him a good morning message and some quick thoughts before I go into the case so we’ve at least said good morning or if he’s still asleep he has something to wake up to. 

Then we call each other almost every night and talk just for a couple minutes. We also will call and talk for like 5-10 minutes when we both have a second. Sometimes this means we talk while one of us is walking somewhere or washing dishes or doing something else, but it’s nice to do something to be connected in those moments. 

We also usually share the little pieces of our day. Like what we have planned for the day, what we’re going to have for dinner, or the other little things we would share if we were in the same place or having a day together. 

We’ll be permanently together in less than 2 months. :) 

anonymous asked:

When is your favorite time to masturbate? Morning's or evenings?

I have to every night when I go to bed or I will not get to sleep so that’s a given. I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite, just my most functional. I usually do when I get home as well. And the last few days, I’ve been doing it at work too to help blow off some steam… Those are everyday events.

But my favorite time is when I’m with a partner and they want me to cum one more time before I go, and they lick and suck my balls and my ass while I do that… that always works for me. ☺

The Ask Box Questions

Good morning from this side, loved ones! Hello to new followers and hello, too, to those who have been sticking around :)

This blog received only two concerns/questions from the Ask Box. Both from anonymous readers. Both interesting ones as well. I’m sorry I double checked the Ask Box just today but yes, I will respond. First I have to pray and seek God’s Word on how I can help the best way I can.

For now, make time to search answers yourself in God’s Word. Pray as needed, it’s our breath since redeemed by the Lord Jesus.

I’ll get back to you on the concerns in God’s time :) Thanks for sending and sharing the concern! God bless your midweek.

anonymous asked:

Am I the only one in the fandom who's actually super excited for Mikah? *gets stoned*

No you’re not.  And that’s fine. Actually the facebook post has people who are excited too.  I’ve also received a few messages this morning regarding this.

So please understand what I’m about to say it not all directed at you but those who want to hear my thoughts on the Mikah route, or have written me messages this morning regarding it.

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

I’m happy ya’ll are happy.  I’m just… not happy about the Mikah situation.  And those of us who are not excited are entitled to express that. 

Honestly I am almost 27.  I have said that my headcanon for their ages as MC being 25 and Mikah being 15.  There is nothing about that that feels okay to me. 

I am curious, however, where they’re going with this.

If it goes to show that the comments from him about MC waiting for him to grow up, or about him being in secondary school were all jokes and he’s older and in college I’d feel more comfortable with it.

That said, even if that’s not the case I will read it.

At no point did I say others could not be excited. 

I know there are those who play the game who ARE in that age group I estimated for Mikah and there are those who do not have the same headcanons as I do, or others who simply don’t think of them as beings with ages, or any number of things.

So go and be excited for Mikah.  This is amazing for those who want his route! 

But please don’t expect me to suddenly change my comfort and my views.  I am not trying to attack anyone.  This is my blog where I vent and express my love for this game, good and bad.  Remember my rant and basically when I raised the middle finger to James at the beginning of Season Two because he pissed me off with where the story was going?

What I’m excited about with this is though? It means I was wrong.  That means we might get a Lestrade route after all. 


“We are at a lap dance. It’s a celebrity lap dance, which is where celebrities of all shapes and ages sign autographs for cash prices. It’s sort of like going to a strip club, except they don’t stuff cash in your underwear. But that’s… kind of it. […] They love [Leia] and I’m her custodian, and I’m as close as you’re gonna get. She’s me and I’m her.” – Carrie Fisher

“So this is one of those things we go to… at least once a month. Kind of a mini Comic-Con. Carrie resisted these lap dances for years. But… it’s amazing. You see these thousands of people behind me? They line up in 9 in the morning, they’ll stay here until 9 o’clock at night just to have two seconds with Carrie.” – Carrie’s assistant

“Would you take him back?”

She hesitated and placed her hand over her heart.

She let out a deep sigh “You know I cried uncontrollably every day for weeks. I sobbed and screamed, begging for the pain to go away. I prayed so hard, so fucking hard for him to come back to me. Maybe if he reached out to me durning those days I would’ve taken him back in a heartbeat.”

“But he didn’t”

“One day I just grew tired of crying myself to sleep and feeling so damn exhausted in the morning. I was tired of walking around feeling nothing and everything all at once. I was sick of being broken while he was perfectly okay.”

“That day I realized if he truly did care for me, truly loved me he wouldn’t have caused me that much pain and sorrow. He ran out of chances, he ran out of time, he ran out of my love.”

—  “to answer your question: no”
I fell in love with you, but you don’t love me back. I don’t know what to do anymore. I live for you. Every morning I wake up, for you. I laugh for you, I smile for you, I do my best, for you. But I guess everything I did, for you, wasn’t good enough. Now I have two choices, I can give up and have my love for you die with me, or I can try harder to make you find some interest in me. Right now, one of those choices is more appealing than the other.
—  i’m thinking i should just give up

It’s pretty safe to say that every December since forever you’ve sat down and made a list of things you wanted to accomplish in the new year. It’s also safe to say that every February you’ve abandoned those without much of a second thought. So what’s the secret to keeping up with your good intentions?

set realistic goals

It sounds pretty great to say that you’ll have perfectly toned abs, be fluent in French, and wake up at 6am every single morning by May, but how likely is that to actually happen? Set goals that you know you can accomplish, like resolving to work out for ten minutes a day and keep your Duolingo streak up.

be selective

I’m usually tempted to write a list a mile long of things I want to start doing, but it’s much better to just chose a couple so you can stay focused. Pick the one or two that are most important to you, and then once you have those down you can add more throughout the year.

be specific

So you wanna be healthy, but what does that mean? Instead, say you want to eat the recommended serving of vegetables each day, or drink more water. Be as specific as you can, and make sure to put it into terms of daily action. It’s easy for the year to get away with you, but you can keep tabs on your day.

stay accountable

Tell your best friend, your mom, your grandma, your mailman what you’re trying to do. Put it on your wall. Tattoo it backwards on your forehead please don’t. Do what you have to do to remind yourself everyday what you’ve committed to.

make it interesting

It’s a lot easier to keep up with something you’re excited about. Whether it’s taking yoga classes with your bff to help you get out of bed early, treating yourself to a new planner to stay organized, or promising yourself a delicious dinner from the country of your target language when you can have a conversation, do what you can to make your resolution fun and not a chore.  

start now

Starting a habit takes time, so there’s no reason to wait until the 1st! The sooner you can start the better, so that way by the time the new year rolls around you’ve already got a head start.

Happy new year, all! What are your resolutions?


To someone on the outside, peering in, it would have looked like there were four people in that booth. But I was there and I can tell you, really there were only three: a blonde girl, a raven-haired girl and the luckiest redheaded boy in the universe. For one shining moment, we were just kids. Those bright neon lights of Pop’s keeping the darkness at bay, giving way, as all nights must, to a morning of reckoning.

  • me every time Roy and Riza are on screen together: kiss kiss kiss kiss kISS KISS KISS KISS
  • Laxus, under his breath: God damn it, Freed is beautiful.
  • Freed: Did you say something?
  • Laxus: ...Uh...I said the...sunset is beautiful?
  • Freed: ...What sunset? It's midday.

Originally posted by wonnhao


Warnings: Threesome, daddy!kink, breath play.

“If I were to mysteriously disappear, no warning or trace whatsoever, would I still be responsible for finals?” Jeonghan questions as he stares hopelessly at the pile of open books covering the table. “I mean, if they can’t find me can they reasonably expect me to continue in my academic endeavors?”

“Probably,” you shrug as you flip through your notes in search of that one particular line that seems to be avoiding you, “universities are relentless. I’m sure they’ll still be sending us those awful ‘what’s happening on campus this week’ emails long after we’ve died.”

A highlighter flies across the table and smacks you in the forehead. “I’m going to speed along that process if you both don’t shut up,” Jihoon growls as he drags his fingers through his hair, just a little too roughly. He fixes you with an accusing stare and huffs, “I have an Anth final in the morning and you promised to help. I want to get back to the studio sometime this year.”

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Small Steps

           Some days it’s really hard for me just to get going in the morning. It can feel like the weight of the world is sitting on my chest or like it will take hours and hours of torturous work to get anything accomplished at all. Learning to work in small steps has helped me through a lot of those days, and, I personally believe, has helped minimize them a little. Your own mind can be one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to overcome in life, so let’s have a discussion about productivity.

           Productivity is relative. It depends on how much you’ve been doing lately, what activities you count as being productive, and just on your perspective of it in general. Sometimes we think we’re breaking productivity into smaller, more realistic chunks when we aren’t. My twin sister and I try to use the following method on these hard days:

Think about the smallest next step possible and handle it. Then move on to the next one.

This does not mean having a lot to do and crossing each large task off the list as you go. This does not mean breaking a huge project down into four chunks and getting one done at a time. Small steps = the smallest step possible.


Small step- Sit down

Small step- Open your backpack

Small step- Take out your planner

Small step- Open your planner

Small step- Look at your to-do list

Small step- pick one to-do item

Small step- Take out materials for that activity

You see what I mean? Each of those small steps is incredibly easy, but momentum is the concept we’re looking for. On hard days, easy things can feel difficult. Breaking it down into a thousand little pieces makes it easier to digest. One small piece at a time. Nothing more.

:), Notebook Nerd

Because apparently people need a reminder

If someone parks in the accessible parking spaces and they have a valid placard or plate, it is none of your business.

Let me repeat that for those in the back.

It is NONE of YOUR business!

It is literally between them and their respective government agency that issued said placard/plate and no one else.

I was going into the dentist this morning with my mom (both of us physically disabled but it was my placard) and just up the street was a lady with that stereotypical “I don’t think your disabled enough to park there” look. It is literally none of her business that I have chiari malformation and can become randomly dizzy and have difficulty walking combined with sensory overload from being autistic (New York allows mental health as a reason for disability placards if it can limit your ability to move in a similar amount to a physical disability which sensory issues totally can depending on the circumstance). New York and my former psychiatrist found me “disabled enough” to park in the accessible parking. Everyone else needs to mind their business.


Well, set of Zestiria cute family is half done! There is still need santa costumes for Alisha, Dezel and Zaveid.

Only good thing about those unfair free to play games are that we can see our beloved children in different outfits. (Yeah I’m salty after spending 100 crystals in tales of link and not getting ANY santa character from tales games :/)

God! It really made me happy to see Mikleo getting his santa clothes this year too. I just thought on morning about some funny mini fic with Sorey in santa clothes, grumpy Mikleo and star of the end; christmas goblin cart. I wished for Mikleo to have some official santa clothes, I check tumblr and surprise! There is one. Not in tales of link but still, It’s sooooo cute!!! Mikleo is so cute checking his reindeer ears! Is that mistletoe on hairband? Because if it is I hope that Sorey going to use it as excuse to kiss his boyfriend everywhere where they go XD.

I didn’t said before, happy about Sorey getting his goblin card finally but I love Sorey’s hat. I love that there is Shepherd sign on it. And white sewing on his jacket and trousers are great too!

As for Rose, wow, this shoulder cape is really amazing. I would wear her outfit if I had chance.

I stay with Edna costume for a moment. Look at her gift bag in first picture. Look at the candies there. Every candy mean one character from Zestiria party. From left, first Lailah (Her hair clip is there.) then Rose with deadly button XD, Pink cute bag makes Alisha, above it is one of Dezel, then Zaveid, pack with feathers as Sorey and last but not last Mikleo. Cookie with Normin can makes Edna herself in this set sice she loves Normins.

I love this idea of such gift bag and thanks Namco for that!

Well, until now Lailah have less detailed outfit than rest. She’s looks still great since she’s beauty but our beloved puns queen deserves something more, don’t you think?

(Even if those games are unfair money machines)

Sorry, that it’s isn’t Nezushi post. I’m still drawing “All I meant to say”, I just wish that I had more strength to draw and write but like every year winter is killing me off. 

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 26

Summary: You are happy to be back home.

Note: For those asking about the masterlist and why the newer parts are missing, I tried to update it today. But for some reason my says the website can’t be accessed, so I’m not sure what’s going in there. If you can’t find any of the parts just message me and I’ll be happy to send you a link to them. Its currently 4:30am, but I finally have this chapter done!


“With time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison


When you woke back up it was morning, you could tell by the sun coming in on you like it usually did.

It was comforting to wake up and be back at the sanctuary, for a moment yesterday you had thought that maybe it was just a dream and you were still stuck with Randy.
But you weren’t, you were safe back where you belonged, and that was with Negan.

You turned over to him slowly, being mindful of your leg, it was still in a lot of pain.
He had a hand on your leg and you smiled to yourself.
He always seemed to sleep with a hand on you, you guessed it was to make sure you didn’t go anywhere and more so now, after the shit that has happened.
You looked at him sleeping, he always looked so sweet amd harmless when he was sleeping.
You didn’t care if he woke up, you drug yourself over to him, wincing as your stitches scraped the bed, but once you made it over closer to him, you wrapped an arm around his waist and laid your head on his bare chest.
Feeling the warmth of his skin on yours was the best feeling.

“Darlin’ you still fuckin’ terrible at being sneaky.” He said in a raspy tone, his eyes still closed.

You closed your eyes and yawned, “I don’t care. After everything, just give me 5 minutes of laying on you.”

He smirked amd opened his eyes to look down at you, “I’ll give you 2 fuckin’ minutes, doll. I’ve got to get up soon.”

“What’s going on today?” You asked.

“The fuckin’ usual, darlin’.”

“What about me?” You opened your eyes back up.

“Depends on whether or not you can fuckin’ put weight on that leg, babydoll.” He said, pointing to it.

“What happened to not leaving me alone?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t drag your ass around with me. Just don’t fuckin’ pester me, please.” He said, biting his lip.

You rolled your eyes, “I wont. Jesus.”

“Do you wanna try to walk? The doc will probably wanna fuckin’ check up on you today anyway.”

“Sure.” You said lifting yourself off of his chest to sit up, you pulled the cover off of yourself.
You noticed that you were only in your undergarments.

You smirked and looked over to Negan, “Well, I see you didn’t bother to put clothes on me.”

He licked his lips and looked back to you, “Yeah well, you were in the fuckin’ bed the whole time, so that would have been pointless, darlin’. Besides, this way I can stare at your tits whenever I want.”

“Mmm, there’s that Negan charm.” You smiled.

“And there’s that fuckin’ attitude.” He said, running a hand over the stubble on his face as he got off the bed, he went over to one of the dressers to grab some clothes for himself.

You smirked, you had missed the playful back of forths that you two often shared.

After he was done dressing himself he brought over some clothes to you, “I got these from your room.” He said setting them on the bed.

You carefully pulled the I.V. out of your arm and almost made yourself dizzy as you watched the needle pulling out of your skin, a stab you could take, but something about a needle made you want to puke.

You dressed yourself, getting the shirt on easily, but once you threw your legs over the edge of the bed it became apparent that walking would be a problem, moving your injured leg felt like everything was ripping inside of it.
You winced as you grabbed the pants, putting one leg in easy, but when you tried to bring the other leg up, you couldn’t.

“Holy shit.” You sucked in a breathe.

“Slow the fuck down, darlin’.” Negan said, grabbing ahold of your shoulders.

“I’ve got it.” You answered back fast.

“No, you obviously fuckin’ don’t.” He said, pulling you up to a standing position

Standing on the leg felt like hell, but you thought if you could ignore the pain you’d be okay.

Negan knelt down in front of you as you held on to his shoulders for stability.
He held onto the pants as you slowly lifted the injured leg into them. He pulled them up slowly on you.
You watched as he stared at the curvature of your body as he did so.
You rolled your eyes slightly, he always had a lustful eye, no matter what.
He got them up onto your hips and buttoned them, after he was done, he looked up to you.
You had to admit, him taking care of you was sort of a turn on.

“I’m usually taking the fuckin’ pants off of you, not putting them on.” He said, running his hands up your legs to grab your ass.

“Quite a difference.” You laughed softly.

He nodded and stood back up, “Can you walk?”

You shot him a nervous look and he grabbed onto your shoulder again to keep you steady.
You took a step forward and while you didn’t fall, it hurt to put weight on your leg, making you limp.
You tried taking a few more steps, but could already feel the sweat breaking through at the strain.

“Fuck!” You growled out, lowering your head.

Negan kept his hand gripped around your shoulder, “Calm down, darlin’.”

“How am I supposed to get around Negan?” You whined back.

He sighed and pushed you back down on the bed gently and rolled his eyes while he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack to put it on.

“Guess you need a fuckin’ wheelchair.” He said crossing his arms.

You shook your head quickly, “Fuck no. I’ll throw myself down the stairs first.”

He let out a sigh, “Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that would be the answer, but we gotta fuckin’ go. Ive got shit to do and you need to see Michael’s.”

You looked at him confused and raised your hands.
He pulled you back up off the bed and knelt down again, grabbing you by the legs before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Oh Jesus.” You said, running a hand through your hair.

“Darlin’, if you don’t stop the fuckin’ whining I’ll have to drag you out by your feet.” He chucked as he walked over to the desk and picked up Lucille, handing her over his shoulder to you, “Here. Hold Lucille, because you’re in her fuckin’ spot.”

You grabbed the wooden bat and gripped it tightly as Negan excited the room with you on his shoulder, you looked at the bullet hole that was nestled between the barbed wire, remembering how close it came to hitting Negan, still thinking about it made you clenched your teeth.

“Try not to fuckin’ crack me over the head with her.” He chuckled playfully, but he was also serious.

You turned your head to him, “I won’t have to as long as you don’t throw me down the damn stairs.”

He chuckled again and gave you a firm slap on your ass, gripping it, “Don’t fuckin’ test me, darlin’.”

He carried you down to the infirmary and on the way, you were both met with a lot of nervous stares as everyone saw Negan carrying you over his shoulder, they kneeled as Negan passed by and looked at you holding Lucille in your hands.

“I don’t know why you fucks are staring at my wife so goddamn hard.” Negan said, looking to everyone on their knees, “Get the fuck up and get back to work.”

Everyone did as Negan said and got back to their feet and went about their own business.
Once you got into the infirmary, Negan pulled you off his shoulder and sat you down in a chair near Arat’s bed.

Arat was awake and sitting up in her bed with a hefty amount of bandages around her chest.
Her mouth dropped as she saw you.

“Thank God, you’re alive.” She said in a relieved tone, looking at you.

“Jesus, you too.” You said back, locking eyes with her.

Negan rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers at you, you turned to him and already knew what he wanted and handed Lucille back to him.
He propped her on the spot on his shoulder where you had been.

He licked his lips and looked to both of you, “Not to interrupt your little fuckin’ reunion, but I’m gonna go check shit out and pay a goddamn visit to our guest.”

“Make sure to send him my fucking love then.” You said back with a grimace.

Negan nodded, “Save that shit for when the time comes, darlin’.” He said as he walked out of the room.

You looked back to Arat and you both sat in silence for a moment, neither of you not really knowing what to say.

“So, why is he carrying you around?” She finally asked, laying back on the bed.

“I got stabbed in the leg, it’s hard for me to walk right now.” You said back, shrugging.

She nodded back, and pointed to her bandaged chest, “Could be worse.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m glad you’re okay. I thought you were dead” You said back sympathetically.

“I’m glad you are too. I was worried you wouldnt be alive either.. You know he’s never gonna let us go out alone again.”

“Yeah, I know. But atleast Randy is caught.” You said back in a relived tone.

“Good thing too. Everyone thought Negan was gonna go on a killing spree. I’ve never seen him that angry.” She said with a nervous look.

“So I’ve heard. I was honestly surprised to hear he had that sort of reaction.”

She smiled, “You’re definitely his favorite, (Y/N).”

“You think so?” You asked, laying your head back on the chair.

“I do. How are you holding up?” She asked.

“I’m okay. It feels good to be back, that I can say with no doubt.”

“And in the emotional department? That talk we had.” She asked curiously.

You smirked and blinked, “I haven’t thought about it a whole lot. I mean, he saved my life, so he has some level of caring for me and maybe that’s enough. I’m not pushing the subject to anymore, or not right now atleast. Like I said, I’m just glad to be back.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“When are you getting out of here?” You asked, looking at her bandages again.

She sighed, “Couple more days atleast probably. I fucking hate it, I need a gun in my hand.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Dr. Michael’s finally came back into the room after a while and glanced over to see you sitting in the chair.

“(Y/N). Did Negan bring you down?” He asked.

“Yeah, he did.” You answered back, looking to him.

He walked over to you and pulled up a chair, “I was about to come up to check on you.”

“Well, I needed to get out of the room. Bed rest isn’t something I’m very excited about.”

He nodded, “I can understand. How are you feeling?”

“I feel fine. I’m just pissed that I can’t walk.” You said back, sucking your teeth.

He took out a small flashlight to shine into both of your eyes, checking your responses, “The pain should subside after another day or two. It was a deep wound, but it hit nothing vital. You were lucky - both of you were lucky.” He said glancing over to Arat as well.

“Is it possible to brush the pain off and just walk?” You asked him.

Dr. Michael’s looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “Well… Yes, It’s possible, but you don’t want to stress the wound.”

“Would small steps help then?” You said, knowing you sounded like a smart ass.

He cleared his throat, “You can do some walking, if you can bear the pain. But I wouldn’t recommend being up all day.”

“She’s a fuckin’ stubborn one doc.” Negan’s voice came from behind you.

“Sir.” Dr. Michael’s said in a respectful tone.

You turned to see Negan was standing in the doorway, Lucille in hand.
He gave a nod to the doctor and walked into the room and leaned against the sink as he watched over you.
You looked over to him and he gave you a smile, biting his lip.
You couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

The doctor got up from the chair and walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small bottle and walked back over to you, handing you two pills.

You looked at them curiously.

“These are aspirin. We don’t have any prescriptions here. They are rare to come by, these will help with your pain, but not all of it.”

You nodded and put them in your mouth, dry swallowing them.

“Great, we’ll have thebboys look fornhigh grade fuckin” painkillers. Are we fuckin’ done here?“ Negan asked, swinging Lucille around.

The doctor turned to him and nodded, "Yes, sir. Everything looks just fine.”

Negan smiled and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder, “Thanks doc. Nice goddamn work.”

“Thank you, sir.” The doctor winced at the rather hard slap Negan had given him.

Negan walked over to the door, keeping his eyes on you.
You got up from the chair slowly, trying to ignore the pain as you stood.
You were determined to walk and you pushed the pain out of your mind.

Negan grabbed onto your shoulder and helped you out of the doorway, “C'mon babydoll, you gotta pick up the fuckin’ pace if you’re gonna walk.”

“I’m trying.” You said taking in a breathe as you put all your weight on your leg.
It hurt, but you’d get used to it eventually.

“Well- look- at- you- you’re just a damn badass 24/7.” Negan chuckled as he stood there looking at you.

“I don’t have time to be weak.” You said bluntly, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Goddamn, that’s the kind of shit that gets my dick hard.” He smirked as he leaned back, licking his lips.

“It just the truth.” You said with a smile.

“And that’s why you’re my fuckin’ girl babydoll.” He said throwing a free arm around your shoulder.

You bit your lip, you never got tired of hearing him say that.

“Where are we going now?” You asked.

He looked at you, then to the door leading out of the building, “Well, since you’re really gonna do this fuckin’ walking thing, why don’t we visit our fuckin’ friend?”

“I thought you just went in there to see him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I did. But I’m getting fuckin’ tired of him taking up my airspace.” He said, furrowing his brows.

You smiled and nodded, “Then let’s do this. But I’ll admit, I’m jealous that you’re gonna be the only one getting a shot at him.”

He bit his lip, “Darlin’, I never said I was gonna kill him right away.” He said with a dark smile.