i'm really nervous about this one

Harry put his arm up in front of me, biting down on his lip.

I groaned as I looked up at him. “What, Harry?”

“I just… want to make sure you’re okay,” he told me. “You’re very hard to read, and, okay, I’m not the best at reading people, but… I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

I kept my expression blank as I stared at him. I was hard to read? That was the fucking point, idiot.

Harry sighed, dropping his arm out of my way. But he didn’t let me pass before he said, “You know, you can always talk to me, Mase. Always. I’m a good listener. I know I talk a lot sometimes, but I will always listen.”

All I knew for sure were two things: I had a lot of thinking to do, and I hated when he called me Mase.

You Bring Me Home // Coming Soon

Mason Worton’s mum is getting married - again. 

This means Mason has a very difficult decision to make: stay in America and ditch the wedding, or go back to England and see her family and everyone else from her past, which completely defeats the whole purpose of coming to America in the first place. 

Harry Styles, much to Mason’s dismay, wants to help make the whole situation easier. 

Hate to love AU

dirty mouth

author’s note: 2,000+ words of pure sex. i’m truly sorry. no one asked for this. not even me.

warning: smut. light dominance, light bondage, accidental daddy kink

“This is stupid.”

She sighs forlornly while she examines herself in the full length mirror. The new, black, lacy lingerie set looks good against her skin (and the push-up bra does wonders for her breasts) but she can’t help but feel kind of silly in the sexy getup.

Roman has always assured her that she satisfies him in bed, but she’s never felt particularly sexy. She always feels awkward, because she never knows what to do, so she lets Roman take the lead but even he’s been holding back lately. That’s why, a week ago, he suggested spicing things up in the bedroom. (Though he made it very clear that she always pleases him, he just wanted to kick things up a notch). Nothing too serious, he’d explained, and they would establish a safe word just in case.

And she agreed to it.

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Maglor was the second son of Fëanor. He was regarded as the greatest singer and poet of the Noldor, and was also known as “the Mighty Singer”./ After the War of Wrath he is said to have cast his silmaril into the sea.  His fate remains unknown.

For @hazelnutshippingco - hope you like it! Requests are still open.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I absolutely love your art! You really bring ginny and hinny to life in such a unique, loving, brilliant way, and I've really been enjoying seeing your work. *starry eyes* Obviously no pressure, but I'm wondering how you imagine Harry and Ginny reacting to Ginny going into labor with James, either the getting-to-the-hospital bit, or the in-the-thick-of-giving-birth bit? xxxx

Thank you! I’ve got more than one question about how I imagine they would react to Ginny going into labor with James, so I have a few headcanons about this moment.

Ginny and Harry were very chill about them having their first son. In public. Whenever someone asked “are you nervous? you know, kids are scary little things” Harry’s reply would always be a very confident “I know we can take it” I mean I fucking saved the world, thank you very much. However, during the nights, especially when they were alone, they were losing their shits together. It was a different kind of fear, a fear they both have never felt before. Ginny promised herself she wouldn’t freak out but when Harry said “i’m losing my shit” Ginny would be like “oh thank goodness, I thought I was the only one here, Harry” and they both laughed and everything was alright again because they know they can take every fucking thing together.

And the day - or night 4am - James Sirius was born, they didn’t have time to think about anything else, nor their entire family. Their minds were occupied because of the rush of literally having a baby. Harry assisted without talking to anyone, because he was nervous, but he thinks he can’t show this emotional to anyone except to his own wife. A seven-years-old Teddy kept following him all around the hospital asking where the babies come from. Ginny was very impatient with everyone around her, she just wanted to get that baby out of her huge belly. So impatience that Teddy finally got his answer  “sex Teddy, adults have sex!”

In the end, everything was perfect. Harry couldn’t feel his hand, but that doesn’t even matter. He held his son for the first time, that different kind of fear rushing through his whole body. His heart was racing like he has been running for several sunlit days. It was fear, but it was blissful joy. Ginny cried. Harry had a soft smile she had never seen on his face; when he kissed James, the baby did a very weird cute face. They talked for the first time as Harry understood the expression: “I know, I need to shave”. 

(almost wrote a fanfic here - apologize for grammar mistake but you got the idea :DD)

anonymous asked:

What can u say about the visible lines/marks on Camila's right bicep & then one her lower arm (a little higher from her wrist) some marks not straight but looks reddish on her other arm. The bicep is where the straight marks are really obvious & clear to see. I hope that she doesn't self harm. I mean I feel like she doesn't bc of how much she knows it's not good. She even tells the fans not do it but idk man I'm nervous. They seriously look like self harm marks. Ps U can see from pics you posted

Oh don’t worry sweets - Camila is the clumsiest child ever, she probably just fell on her ass during rehearsal 😂😂


The guys in the Dishonored chat gave me the idea to do an Outsider-inspired makeup, however it turned into some kind of closet cosplay just to get the right whale satan mood (I also edited the eye and hair colour). My idea was to make it look like his skin is breaking off to reveal sort of odd-looking veins of whale oil underneath. Idk it’s some kind of void nonsense at least, and it was super fun to make. <3


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superiorsexbang  asked:

Hey C.H! I'm going to Annecy in France this June, and I was hoping to show my portfolio to some folks from CN! Do you have any tips of what I should cram in there/how I should cram it in? I'm really nervous and my dream is to work on an animated series [like, anywhere]! Could you help a terrified second year out?

Think about the position you want and tailor your portfolio to showcase those skills in particular. If you want to be a character designer, focus on having different styles of designs in there. Same goes for background design, painting, or storyboarding. You can have art showcasing multiple talents, but make sure that ONE of them is the focus.

Show a solid foundation of drawing skills in addition to your creativity and personal style. Demonstrate you can do more than just your own style. You’ll need to fit the style of whatever show would hire you. When I look at portfolios, I look for both skill and how the artist thinks. I want to know the type of decisions they’ll make as a designer or storyteller. 

Edit it down to your best work. Don’t put in anything you feel you need apologize for (and I understand as artists we feel the need to apologize for everything). If it’s too much it becomes overwhelming.

Bring business cards with a link to your online portfolio and your contact info. You don’t need to give everyone hard copy of your portfolio anymore. Definitely have a couple with you so they look through it in person, though.

I hope this helps! All the best luck there!

Let’s face it – as fans of Korean music, there unfortunately aren’t many places we can get merch that doesn’t scream “LOOK AT ME, I LIKE KPOP.” Speaking for myself, I’d rather wear a shirt out knowing I won’t have to explain “what’s Bangtang?” to everyone I interact with that day. Not that I mind talking about my tastes, but if people who wear Maroon 5, Bruno Mars, or Adele shirts don’t have to do it, why do I have to? Hopefully, you feel the same way.

There aren’t many sites and resources selling merchandise with subtle references to the artists we love, so I created my own. At first, I only planned on buying these for myself, since I have no desire to make a profit off of these (I already have a job, I don’t need two). However, it only seems fair to share it with other ARMYs as well :)

I created a REDBUBBLE so you all, if you’d like, can have merch with subtle hints to Bangtan as well. The six above are a few of the designs already on the RedBubble account, so feel free to take a look!

Each design is available as shirts, jackets, phone cases, table/laptop cases and skins, pillows, mugs, notebooks/journals, bags, and prints/posters of different varieties. I’m willing to slightly alter designs (colors, placement) if need be, and don’t mind taking recommendations. However, I put a lot of thought into the meaning and look of each design (many of them were altered drastically, and some are graphics I never continued, so I have done a lot of reflecting on each one), so the way they are published is how I intended for them to look. I hope you’ll give my work a glance!

Thanks for reading!

RedBubble: HERE

to build a home

‘She smiles, and he smiles, and it feels like something settles inside her, something she hadn’t even realized was out of place.’ CS. Adoption fic. 

Notes: So I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and have been working on it for a while, too. Title comes from the song of the same name by Cinematic Orchestra but the song itself in no way relates to this fic. Special thanks to @jadeddiva​ and @swallowedsong​ for listening to me drone on about this fic, and reading it over and such. Enjoy. 

            It starts simply, quietly. Some group gathering or other, seeing him with Roland, with her brother. Seeing the way he smiled at her son and ruffled his hair. Hearing the two of them up late in the kitchen, talking. It made something in her shift, want—want something she’s not sure she ever really wanted in the first place. But it grows stronger, the more time passes—the desire to see him like this with a kid that is theirs.

            She doesn’t tell him, of course, because that would be easy, because that would make sense, because why should they do this the easy way? Why should she tell her husband, the love of her life—her true love for God’s sake—that she wants to have a baby? Another baby, a baby with him. A baby she won’t be so afraid of and afraid for, whose movements will be welcome reminders rather than painful ones—whose birth will cause so much joy and not the feeling like her chest might cave in on itself for how much it hurts.

            A baby she will hold when he’s born, whom she will look down on and smile at and love because she’s capable of it, now, knows she can do it, now, knows she can love and is loved and—

            Fuck. She wants that.

            Everything she missed with Henry and more.

            And she wants it with him, her husband with the smirk and the eyebrow and the leather jacket and terrible bed head, who makes the best pancakes and takes them out sailing and loves her more than she ever thought anyone would ever love her. She wants to share this with him, because she looks at him with the other people in their life and she knows he would be such a good dad.

            (He’s already been such a good father figure for Henry, and some nights she can barely bite back the tears that her son has this.)

            But she doesn’t tell him, of course not.

            That would be dumb.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for how to study histology? I'm about to begin and really nervous!

Every picture tells a story

Thanks for your question anon!

There is a short answer to your question - and that is that there is no magic bullet that works for everyone. You have to find what works best for you. Having said that, I have never been one for short answers so here is something much more lengthy that will hopefully help you.

It isn’t a trick or a mnemonic. It isn’t a method to improve your memorization capacity. It is merely a shift in the way you think about histology. For many, a simple adjustment in the way you think about the subject can bring into focus a whole new world from what was once was vague pinky purpleyness.

Think of it like this. Every histological image you look at is a work of unique biological art. Instantly recognizable by experts (even at high magnification) based upon the patterns, shapes and colors of its constituent connective tissue and cells.

Take another look at the pictures I posted above:

I bet you recognized the Mona Lisa from a highly magnified shot of those brow-less eyes? Or the album artwork for Abbey Road by the Beatles from a close up shot of that pedestrian crosswalk? Or Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of The Moon from that ‘prism’?

Those patterns are instantly recognizable - iconic.

Histology is the same (except the club is more exclusive). Every image has unique features that make it what it is. Can you instantly recognize the cartilage of the ear in its highly magnified state? Maybe not, but with practice you will be able to.

The first time you saw Mona Lisa you probably had no clue who she was but seeing her image in countless magazines, art class, on TV, in museums made even the tiniest details of her face instantly recognizable.

So my first tips for learning histology are:

1. Pattern recognition. Learn to see those unique histological patterns that make that tissue that tissue. Patterns don’t lie.

2. Expose yourself. Not in the Friday night nudity get arrested kind of way. But expose yourself to as many images of the same tissues as possible. Pattern recognition skills only improve with plenty of varied (look at different slides not the same one) practice.

Very soon you will see that the Pancreas and Parotid gland are as different as a Da Vinci and a Van Gogh.

But remember, histology is not just about identifying tissues…which brings me to my last piece of advice (promise).

Every one of the images above tells a story…

a. Mona Lisa’s story

Some say that Mona Lisa is Lisa del Giocondo a member of the Gherardini family of Florence and Tuscany the wife of wealthy Florentine silk merchant Francesco del Giocondo. The painting is thought to have been commissioned for their new home, and to celebrate the birth of their second son. Others say that this is actually a Da Vinci self portrait which explains the fact that the more I look at this painting the more I see her more masculine features.

b. The Abbey Road story

Did you know that Paul is not wearing any shoes? Or that the VW Beetle car was owned by the guys in the flat opposite Abbey Rd studios? After release of the album the cars license plate was regularly stolen! It is now on display in a museum in Germany. The distracted man in the image is an American tourist in London, his name is Paul Cole. He died in 2008 forever immortalized on this iconic album sleeve. And stoutly disliked the music of the Beatles. [Whether Mr Cole was telling the truth or lying is debated, either way it is a great story and I feel there is a novel in this somewhere…]

c. The Dark Side story

The spectrum (missing indigo) from the prism is said to represent the magnificent light shows the Floyd wowed crowds with at their live shows. But at the same time it could be a rainbow…which feeds the theory that if you start playing the album at the same time as you start watching The 19439 Judy Garland classic ‘The Wizard of OZ’ the lyrics sync with the events on screen. Full version here. Maybe there is something over that rainbow?

d. The Ear story

The ear is pretty flexible. Those jug handles protrude from the sides of our head and are at risk of being torn off every time a kid pushes his/her head into a tight space where a head is not meant to go. Think about how many times a dog or cat does this. To avoid this, those black filaments you see make sure that the ear bends and springs back into its original position - they are elastin fibers. Like those in the waistband of your pants. The cells are chondrocytes, beady eyes peering at you. they make the cartilage matrix which is lightweight (so our heads aren’t overly heavy), flexible (so the ears can bend) but really strong (so they can take some abuse before they get damaged).

So my second tips for learning histology are:

1. Learn the tissue’s story. The reason the patterns exist in the first place is because the components play a distinct functional role in that tissue that make that tissue that tissue. If you make this link between structure and function histology will make much more sense.

2. Enjoy it. If you enjoy science/biology/medicine then embrace histology. It is the story of your body. How it is put together, how it works. It is not often you get to gaze into the building blocks of your own soul and marvel at them in full vivid color. And for those of you who don’t have that insatiable curiosity about how your own body works then…maybe…maybe medical science is not the wisest career path to venture down.

I wish you the very best of luck with your studies in histology.



So I made these characters because I was so inspired by @eliana55226838, @thelostmoongazer, @the-vampire-inside-me art pieces of batim’s AU’s! I’m always excited to see the amazing art work you all make. :)
So let’s start by introducing the two characters:
The first character, her name is Belle the Bunny. She was once the main character of a show that inspires children to be themselves, to have confidence, to have fun and most of all to learn to live your life to the fullest. She loved children with all her heart and would act like they are her own that’s how much she loved them. She was quite popular in her entertainment (however, quite not as big as other very popular cartoons). Her cartoon was loved. However… After being created into this world by the hands of humans. Her Creator’s started to act very ominous than their usual optimistic and kind selves. The cartoons and herself started to became suspicious, however, didn’t really think about it too much. They just shrugged it off… Then, this is where the horror begins. The Creator’s started experimenting on the cartoons and they gathered each cartoon individually, and started to dissect them all. Belle tried to hide, however it was fruitless. They found her, while seeing all of her friends dead, she was being experimented on for 3 weeks straight without any care in the world. After the experimentation, she went into a blind rage, she murdered everyone and burned the studio to the ground… That’s all I have to say about her past so far, hopefully I’ll draw some of her past soon. Anyway, she is in her early 30’s, she is with a different mafia group with her husband, Jonathan the Flaming Toon. Which I will say his past is unknown. He just came to Toon Town and stayed where he grew in power (Not as powerful as Bendy’s… But really close though). He is in his late 30’s, he’s gentle, doesn’t speak very much, serious, and unusually very calm through every situation. There will be more about him soon. However I can tell you one thing for sure. He’s not an ordinary toon… Hopefully you all like it and hopefully I’ll post more of my art soon, thank you. I hope this okay? :)

SakuNaa Vol.2

(Is this a thing now? Lol sorry for dragging you all in this mess (it is an affair😂))

Lol I was just able to catch up, but seems like something amazing happened today in Sakura’s and Nana’s SHOWROOMs. (170619)

In Nana’s SR, she was talking about how she was getting closer with Sakura and wanting to call her ‘Sakuchan’ but too scared to do so. nowadays due to their jobs together increasing, they had the chance to get even closer, and she told about that one time she asked Sakura to take a two-shot with her because she found Sakura really cute. And the shocking part is; Sakura is the one who requested Naachan to do a kabedon pose. As a shy person who doesn’t take that many two-shots, Naachan said she found it interesting. (And apparently, I have no idea how this is related, but Momo-kun (NMB) praised Naachan- which in my opinion, is about how she is building her own harem 😂)

And then some fan leaked that Nana wanted to call her Sakuchan in Sakura’s SHOWROOM, where she sent a LINE to Naachan saying; “Please call me Sakuchan from now on”, and “I won’t reply unless you call me Sakuchan”, where I was surprised Sakura could be such a tsundere 😮.

The fan also said to Naachan that a LINE was coming from Sakura, where she completely freaked out. Then she stopped her SR once in order to see if there was a LINE, and then practiced saying ‘Sakuchan’, and was super excited

Then they were talking on the phone, and Sakura kept grinning while watching Naachan’s SR, where Naachan was super nervous about it. Sakura kept being extra high tension, waving her hand to the screen like a little kid, asking Naachan to call her ‘Sakuchan’, and jumping when Naachan said it. And she went around saying stuff like “How cute, embarrassed Nanachan~” 💖

You are the one seeing the screenshots 😎 Also the SR is the ideal place to watch if you want to see the dork fangirl Sakura 😂

The hero of today is that fan who kept the communication👏👏👏

The Bet

Part 1/?

Pairing: Luke Hemmings and Y/N

Request: the boys bet Luke that he can’t get Y/N to fall for him by a certain deadline, shit happens (featuring frat boy!luke)

A/N: This was a nice lil’ prompt I got in my inbox and I got a little carried away so I’m going to make it a little mini series. Feedback (good or bad) will help me to update, because I’m super nervous about posting this lol. 

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anonymous asked:

Ive had a crush on this guy for about 3 years now, and suddenly he has started to show a lot of interest in me. At one point i could tell he was trying to ask me out, but he was really nervous and went back to his seat. Since then we've been talking quite a bit, but it seems that we're still nervous around one another. I was wondering what I should do? Should I ask him out or just wait until he does something?? I'm also really afraid as coming off too strong (I'm excited). How do I not do that?

well i think that if you know he was trying to ask you out but he was too nervous you should ask him out! he might appreciate it too if he was too nervous when he tried. Also i dont think asking him out would be coming on too strong at all, especially if you know he likes you. Go for it!

fic; the rain peasants

standalone; pg-13; fluff; msr ust; missing scene/one bed for the rain king; Mulder and Scully discuss what it’d be like to control the weather.

A/N: My one bed fic! I Can’t Believe It’s Not PWP


“Do you mind the T.V.? I can turn it off.”

“No, I don’t mind. Just keep the volume low, please.”

“You got it.”

Whatever is playing, it’s benign, popular and impersonal – funny, aluminum isn’t his style. Maybe it’s for her benefit? Can’t really share a bed with your coworker and take the edge off with pornography, can you. But maybe Mulder likes sit-coms. Maybe he needs to be told when to laugh. His sense of humor is… growing on her. After six years. But who doesn’t need a little help now and then? Oh, christ. That’s pathetic. He huffs out a laugh beside her, perfectly in time with the tin-can-track, and she knows that at least she isn’t alone. 

“Mulder?” she asks quietly. He goes completely still, and it’s obvious why – there you go again, Scully, getting me alone in cramped quarters and asking me obscenely difficult questions. She does like catching him off guard. There’s something in the way he looks at her when she goes a little nuts – like an x-file, like a mind-melting, course-of-history-changing x-file, and there is something in being that adored. And feared. She enjoys the fear just as much.

However, this is different. This case bothers her, and it ain’t got nothing to do with hicks or being confused for Mulder’s little wife.

“What’s up, Mrs. Mulder?” Tight and nervous. Scully smiles into her pillow. He’s so rarely nervous.

“I’ve been thinking about the case.” 

“It’s about time you took your work seriously.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” She gives him a moment to stop the next asinine comment before it arrives and he manages, just barely. “Let’s say, for the sake of conversation, it is possible for one man to dictate the state of the atmosphere in his little corner of the world.” 

“Okay, Scully. I’ll say that.”

“What if it were you?” she asks. There’s no missing the sincerity in her voice. Mulder may deflect – maybe he’ll make a joke, make some kind of pass, make some kind of obscure reference to a man who really did control the weather, hundreds of years ago, a man who swapped rain for mead and sleet for wool – but it won’t be without guilt. She’s okay with letting him make that choice. “What would the weather be like if your emotions were controlling it?”

A beat passes: he’s considering. The bed sharing makes it more dangerous, but regardless of his response they will wake up spooning in the morning. That’s the way it always happens, and he always freaks out more than her. Had he offered to take the floor this time, though? No. Every other time, yes. But not tonight. 

“Right now?” he asks lowly. “Right now, or in general?”

He’s taking her seriously. It smarts that she’s so pleased. 

“Right now, first,” she decides. She needs to know how much he’s willing to share before she goes all in. 

“Right now… it’d be raining pizza,” he snickers to himself, and Scully loses a sliver of confidence in the both of them. 

“Well,” she replies easily, masking the hurt with her own brand of indifference. “I told you to eat before we got back to the court.” 

“We’ve evolved to stay up past eight p.m., Scully. Nocturnal, diurnal, it all means nothing in our little corner of the world. You forget people live like this.” Silence. “Scully?” She doesn’t reply. 

She’s putting all of her effort into finding some semblance of sleep – you purposefully withheld information from me about this case and now I’m going to have to defend it’s necessity to Kersh without mentioning you actually fucking believe people can make it rain with their mind – when his hand covers her shoulder, a cautious, piddling touch. They really are different in bed. He snatches it back like he’s been burned, but then he replaces it with purpose. 

“I’ll tell you both, Scully.” He tugs on her shoulder when she doesn’t respond. “Roll over. C’mon, Scully.” 

She’s pissed that he’s now somehow made this all seem like his idea, like he’s the one taking the leaps. She rolls over just to glare at him and his face melts into a soft smile at her withering look. 

“I sure am glad you’re not in control of the weather right now.” He pets her nose and lets his body relax in a position mirroring hers, while she fights the urge to bite him. They’re both slightly uncomfortable with the situation, noticeably so, and their hunched backs make them look like parentheses. 

“I’m not sure the cattle industry could take such a devastating financial hit,” she says caustically. His smile widens. It’s sleepy in the light of the television, and easy. Another rare version of Mulder. Sleepy and easy are never words she’d typically use to describe him. 

“Go on, then.” 

“Well, I wasn’t exactly lying about the pizza. I’m starving. I have tears in my eyes.”

“I have some granola bars,” she offers kindly. A shadow falls over his face. 

“The ones with the flax seeds? God, no.” Relaxing again, his voice turns contemplative, both dreamy and a little dismal.  “But in general? I can’t really tell you, Scully. I’d assume it’d be very much like the rest of me.”


“You could say that,” he says dryly, looking away from her. A moment of silence, then: “Sometimes I could probably upend whole towns.”

I don’t think you have it in you, Scully thinks. Her face remains impassive when he grows theatrical, too loud and too convinced of his own hilarity in the middle of the night. 

“I could lift roads from the ground, Scully. Municipal buildings would crumble – I’d have to work up to the state legislature. There would be ice, there would be rain …” he pauses. “Maybe not fire.”

Gently, “Because of your fear?”

“No, not that.” He shakes his head. “I’m just not very good at rebuilding from scratch.” Perhaps that was too personal, because he flippantly amends: “But who among us is? I don’t think we’re made for it.”

People create life every day – they have babies, build houses, tear down governments, hoist them back up. It’s a never-ending cycle of starting anew; controlled burns are a way of life. But Scully recognizes that might be too literal an answer to what he’s suggesting.

He shoots a look at her, but she’s shifted on her back to stare at the television. The middle-aged white male lead is drinking a beer.

“But who knows how long that would last? Years, maybe minutes.” He turns and watches with her. A woman yells at her husband. Ha!Ha!Ha!

He continues while watching. “I guess that’s the frightening part. Most of us can just feel without inserting too much meaning into it all. But Holman Hardt spends each day in a hellish atmospheric vacuum of his own creation, cowering under the force of his own fragile emotional state.” 

“While other people are suffering,” Scully adds. “And he can’t do a thing to stop it.” 

Mulder lets out an amused rush of air. “We should become motivational life coaches. I’m feeling the power.” 

“You aren’t like that all the time,” Scully says, a little fiercely. He’s okay sometimes. He doesn’t hurt all the time. “You’re not always so… tumultuous. You’re fine right now.” 

They both turn to look at each other. “No,” he says. “I’m not like that all the time.” 

She’s quiet. He prods, “Okay, Scully, spill. What about you?”

“Right now, or in general?”

He repeats her words back to her. “Right now, first.” 

“I’m not sure my answers would be all that different,” she admits. This is what scares her. It’s not possible for one man to control the weather – and how very lucky they are that this is so – but if it were her… “Right now, or in general.” 

What little impact she’d have on the world. The realization depresses the hell out of her. What Mulder described: heart shaped ice cubes? Rose petals? Cows catapulting through court windows? Men cannot control the weather – human bodies cannot even withstand certain atmospheric pressures, let alone bend them to their will – but… where’s her creativity? When did she start feeling this way: not at all?

“That… does not seem right,” Mulder says. He’s itching to prove her wrong already.

“There have been some–” Scully pauses to choose her words carefully. “Difficult. There have been some difficult moments in the last few years of my life.” Mulder snorts derisively, more at himself than at her. “In all of the years of my life, Mulder, just like anyone else.” 

She wonders what he imagines her like, dictating the weather with her moods. There are probably more cows. What kind of storm encapsulates the strength of her eye rolling? Damn, is it easy to make herself annoyed with Mulder when she tries. How could you think of me like that?

“What would it be like?” he asks softly, eyeing her with genuine interest. She’s almost embarrassed to tell him. In the face of Fox Mulder’s lifelong battle against emotional terrorism, she feels positively virginal. She stares at his nose pressed into his inner elbow. 

“It would be pleasant,” she says to it. She doesn’t feel the need for elaboration, but his lips twitch. 

“You always this good at small talk? How about this weather we’re having.” His joke is teasingly sweet. It’s different from before, somehow. 

“It’d be pleasant because I don’t think I could let it be anything else.” 

They’re quiet for a bit. Neither of them know what the weather’s like outside. It’s chilly in their room, in the way all motel rooms are chilly. 

“If anyone had the ability to control the weather, Scully,” he says to the television, “and I mean really, really control it, so that humanity would be better off for having it… it’d be you.”

In the bed in the dark in the light of the T.V. in the hick town where everyone sleeps at eight p.m. where it hasn’t rained in forever where no one has luck in love, Mulder moves a little closer to her. So that their shoulders touch, so that their backs are ramrod straight, so that Scully’s assertion at not being nervous about this becomes a bold-faced lie. 

einzweidreivier  asked:

Hey what part of co are you from I just moved to western slope area, my roommate says it's bear and cougar country so I'm a bit nervous about nighttime lol

I’m living in Durango right now!  And yes, you are in bear/cougar country. So this essay’s going to sound real scary but consider: I’ve lived in CO for… 13 years now, and have seen exactly One(1) bear and evidence of a Cougar Once.  I’ve also never been attacked or even severely harassed by an animal, so this is mostly In Case of Emergency Advice.


1. ALWAYS BE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS.  Really, traffic is going to be more dangerous, but being as aware as possible will help you more than anything else.  You know that thing you’re supposed to do when driving where you check all your mirrors every so often?  Do that while walking. Look up, to either side, down and behind you every so often.  Keep your ears open and if you think you hear something, stop and listen for a bit.  Take some deep breaths, and smell the air around you.

This is good for both your safety AND for enjoying the lovely country we have out here.  Once you get used to looking around, its really nice all the cool things you can discover!

2. DON’T PANIC.  Douglas Addams was spot-on with is advice.  if you do encounter something Dangerous, remain calm.  Odds are that if you hold still and just watch, it’ll keep going about its business and leave you alone. 

OK, now for bears and cougars:

1.  Cougars are really shy and almost never confront humans (the last fatal cougar attack was in 1997, so literally 20 years ago), but if you’re hiking in the back country and suddenly smell cat pee, TURN RIGHT THE FUCK AROUND and walk back the way you came.  Fresh piss means it’s in the area, and running makes you look like food.

2.  Bears also, tend to stay away from people, EXCEPT:  in March and September-October, bears get stupid hungry and go looking for food in all kinds of places.  Never leave pet food outside, and if you compost, stop during those months.  The bear that broke into my house did so under extenuating circumstances- there had just been a large wildfire that summer so he got pushed out of his usual foraging area.

3.  In general, you’re MOST likely to encounter bear and cougar in the far back country.  If you plan on doing back country hiking, wear LOTS of bug spray and bear-bells.  as long as you stink and make noise, they’ll sense you coming and leave you alone.  You can also sing!

4. if you DO encounter one either 1. Go back inside and call the Department of Wildlife, or if you’re not near a building, 2. Scream, make yourself look as big as possible and throw rocks or sticks at it.  99.99% of the time, that will scare it shitless and it will run off.


OK, now for the animals you ACTUALLY are likely to encounter:

COYOTES: Urbanized, come out at night and from January-late March, they’re all hyped up on sex hormones and can get super-aggressive, triple especially if you have a dog with you.  Carry mace, and if you see them, follow the Screaming-Shit-Throwing Maniac Model stated above.

TICKS:  we have brown dog ticks here that carry Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, and Deer ticks that carry Lyme disease.  if you’re in urban/suburban areas, they’re less of an issue, but if you go into the back country, do not skimp on the DEET (follow instructions carefully tho!) , tuck your pants into your socks and have a friend check you when you get home.  if you find one, make sure you remove the whole thing, keep the body sealed in some tape and get tested ASAP.

MOOSE, ELK AND DEER:  I’m not sure how far north you are, but the most dangerous wild animal in CO is Moose.  Really. Stay on designated trails and out of the back country from October-November to avoid rut, and exercise caution in spring when calving happens.  Do not approach, and if they put their heads down while Facing you, they are going to charge your best bet is to book it sideways and climb up a rock or large tree.

Deer and Elk tend to be less moody, but are still unpredictable, especially if they’ve become acclimated to humans, and during rut October-November.  Keep your distance, and if they’re on the move, give them the right-of-way. DO NOT attempt to feed or pet.

RATTLESNAKES: Mostly an issue in the southern half of the state.  They mostly want to be left alone and come with their own alarm system!  Though they sound less like maraccas and more like a vibrator set on high.  Stay ON the trail and OUT of tall grass from March-October, and you will very probably never see one.  If you DO see one, wait for it to leave or walk a good six feet around it.  they can only strike in a distance of 3-4 feet, so stay away and you’ll be fine!

If you do get bit, stay calm, sit down, call 911 and take off any rings, jewelry etc. that may get stuck if your extremities start to swell.  Let the wound bleed freely for a minute before cleaning.  About 8000 people get bit every year in the US, but only 8 die of it, mostly from not calling for help. 

LIGHTNING: not an animal, but the Most Dangerous Thing in CO after humans and cars.  If you can hear thunder, you are within striking distance and need to take cover.  Get inside a building or car if you can. If you can’t, squat down to keep your head low, and touch the ground as little as possible, and wait for it to pass.  DO NOT try to hide under trees, which tend to explode when struck.

So that probably sounded awful, but I promise that your chances of actually getting in a dangerous situation are very low as long as you stay alert and calm.

Happy hiking!