i would still rock that if i was a size 0

@rayadraws reblogged your post and added:

Oh man more awesome meta I love this aaah.

Consider Genos’ background, how he was unable to save his family when the mad cyborg attacked, and then tried to destroy the meteor - and failed - how hopeless/ineffective he must have felt at that moment. And then Saitama-sensei sweeps in and saves him and everyone else. This kid lost everything and everyone and he’s about to do it again, but as you say, this time he’s saved. And Saitama makes a point of telling Bang to take care of Genos before he goes for the meteor to make sure he’ll be safe..!

Literally attacking with his heart - definitely no chance to misunderstand there what this all represents…

…and taking all you wrote into consideration, it makes the scene of him declaring how Saitama is the most incredible person he’s met and how he’ll follow him even more powerful ;-;

:’)))) Yes, utterly (heart) drained at the moment he knew he failed to affect the outcome and protect who he cares about (again!), he doesn’t even consider his own safety anymore – ordering Bang to escape as one last futile effort while sitting there accepting the inevitable. But RIGHT then at his lowest moment, Saitama sweeps in to save him. And gosh it’s glorious (shoujo circles and all) to see the astonished recognition on his face and feel his hope do a 180. :’D

Just look at this panel of him after Saitama succeeds, his body language says it all:

As for the anime’s placement of Genos’ declaration after this (during the sunset scene and all), I’d say they made a creative decision for the better. :’3 

@jamjizzle921 reblogged your post and added:

May I insert my five cent :3 ? Chronologically speaking from the Bang OVA stand point, can I also bring up even after witnessing what saitama did to the meteor, Genos is still frighten out of his daylights when the egg ran out into traffic to defend the plastic bag kitty from getting hurt by that irresponsible truck driver? Just days ago Genos saw the man launch himself at a hot incoming rock (that was probably a fraction of the size of the moon) that would have caused sure fire catastrophic damage, as well as other adverse affects to the rest of the environment. He WITNESSED this man blow a fiery boulder into smithereens, and even that’s not enough to stop his core from jumping in his throat when he thought that something as trivial as a domestic traffic dispute was gonna pose some harm to his sensei. You could practically feel the panic run up and down Genos’ circuits, and I bet even he couldn’t register the split second it took for him to get to where saitama was to heave what may as well have been a hamper full of feathers off of him. And Saitama wasn’t even fazed by it! It’s like Genos can’t believe his own eyes each time. He’s been with Saitama through some of the worst incidences in his heroic career, (and has had to have saitama come and assist him on many of those occasions) and even still, when it comes to the egg’s well being, his mind impulsivley zeros on the one person that matters most, like a lioness ready to go tooth and nail against any predator to protect the young even if there was hardly any threat to begin with. Just kill me D;

 Yes please, this ridiculous scene RIGHT HERE!? 8D

You are correct, this ova happens directly after the meteor, and YET even after witnessing Saitama achieve the miraculous, Genos still can’t help feeling that instinctual urge to protect who he cares about when they’re ~in danger~

I swear, compiling a list of all the moments Genos displays irrational concern for Saitama’s safety and wellbeing would be a whole separate post altogether. XD He just loves him cares so much, omg. And not just for Saitama’s physical wellbeing, but mentally too! Heck, even in that same meteor episode, the anime had Genos RUN to Saitama’s (unneeded) aid to save him from the scorn of the public. :P Just…Genos pls.  

I was talking with Raya some more about it, and it’s like because of his background, Genos has a deep-set, built in fear of losing those he cares about (after losing everyone in his hometown), so he typically remains distant and aloof (and very rude) towards most new people he meets. His ability to trust and get close to people again is extremely limited, but when it does happen, his attachment is INTENSE. It explains a lot – his incessant clinginess and almost separation anxiety with Saitama (especially in the latest webcomic developments where he insists to live with Saitama no matter what). However, Saitama is that ONE person who can’t be ‘lost’ that way; he can’t be harmed or killed in any feasible way. And yet Genos still tries however he can to protect him (even if all Genos can do is assist Saitama’s daily happiness). :’3 Saitama really is that chill, grounded, immovable object to match Genos’ unstoppable passionate force.    

My good boy. Today was a chill day. I didn’t want to make him do anything in the heat and he was already a bit sweaty when I got there. I hosed down his legs and chest and he was very cooperative and even seemed to enjoy it. Checked his cut and it’s shrunk to the size of a dime so hellllll yeah. #unbreakable

Checked his soundness on his need-2-b-trimmed feet walking over a bunch of gravel and rocks. Last time, I trimmed back his bars and brought down his heels a little so his frog would get a chance to toughen up a bit. Today I cleaned up his bars and a flap of shedding frog, and took care of almost all the excess toe/heel on his fores, and he didn’t have any problems after. Still crunching rocks. He offered trot, had a good long walk stride, and picked up all of his feet at liberty with no issues. I think this current pasture is actually better for his feet than the last place, because the hay feeder gets moved around and the ground doesn’t get as churned up and nasty around it.

No hoof pics but will try and grab some next time.

Artist: Hi! I really really love House Next Door and I wanted to draw something for you. I hope you (and the guys) enjoy it. I also hope I got Syrup’s facial crack right and I couldn’t remember what Edge’s belt buckle looked it so I just made one with his name on it. He seems like the kinda guy who could rock a belt buckle with his name on it. :)

(Also the drawing is quite large if you need it in a smaller size please let me know!)

Battle Maiden: I don’t know who drew it It was in my submit box it’s so cool! Strips scar is perfect and Edge would tottally have his name on his belt. It so cool. The boys also love it. AND EDGES BOOTS!!! I want them.

Update: I have been informed this piece was made by @absurdmage And it is still awesome darling. 

anonymous asked:

Hi, can you pls do a bts reaction when you get mad because you're embarrassed that they accidentally found and read your body measurements ?

 Jin:

“(Y/N), should I tell you my body measurements? Would this make it all better?”

Suga:

“You fall perfectly on the average. I don’t understand why you’d be so embarrassed, (Y/N)..”

J-Hope:

*still shocked from the body measurements* “180 inches?” *he read it completely wrong*  

Rapmon:

*puts on your clothes to make you laugh/forgive him*

Jimin:

“34DD?!” *reads the wrong labels*

V:

“Who cares if your pants size are bigger than mine? I’ll totally rock the girlfriend pant look!” *knocks on your locked bedroom door* “(Y/N), I’m sorry! Please come out..”

Jungkook:

“I just wanted to know so I can get you your birthday present, (Y/N)!”

i feel like I’ve seen so many posts talking about dva needing a support-figure in her life (and I’ve done a lot, like w/Ana and pharah and a few others scattered here and there) but like honestly what about lucio?

who’s the older, wiser character keeping an eye on him and giving him advice for dealing? Who’s the one who pulls him aside after a rough mission and gives him a tight hug when it gets to be too much, and is okay with lucio waking them up before the sun’s up because of a nightmare?

let me argue, against the skeptics for a minute: Reinhardt

Listen. Dva has the amaris, in my opinion, who watch out for her emotional well being and are ready for any breakdowns. 76 is hella caught up in his own shit, I don’t think mercy could ever, eveeeer be a good mentor b/c she’s a prodigy and can only connect w/other extreme geniuses, and mccree seems like a #HotMess in the last comic

So I argue Reinhardt

Reinhardt thinks it’s great to have such sprightly, energetic young adults in overwatch. Lena, Hana, and lucio are joyful and friendly, and while Reinhardt imagines that will mellow out with experience (he remembers jack’s easygoing laugh and Ana’s bright smiles, gabe’s snarky but kind demeanor, after all) it’s refreshing and keeps spirits higher than they’d be if it was just the old crowd

it takes awhile for him to notice. at least four or five missions past when someone /needed/ to notice.

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mossbabyx  asked:

Can you please do a breakdown on crayfish care? I already have the basics of typical fish keeping down.

Hello! Sorry this took a bit for me to answer, but I haven’t been on my computer much.

Anyways, I’ll break down what I know for ya :)


Tank Setup

  • Crays like to scuttle, and definitely need more floor space than water space. If you’re choosing a new tank, a 20gal Long would be good for one cray, though if you’re planning on having tankmates then larger is better, just make sure there’s a good amount of floor space. They shouldn’t have less than the footprint of a 20gal Long.
  • Crays also like to climb! They love to explore and will climb pretty much anything they can grab onto. Keep this in mind when setting up, make sure there are plenty of fun things to do, but make sure there’s either a secure top on the tank or enough space between the climbing object and the top of the tank that there’s more space than the length of the cray’s body. So if the cray is 4 inches long, you’ll want 4 inches of clearance where there’s nothing to grab onto near the top of the tank. I’ve noticed too that my crays have climbed airline tubing with no trouble at all, so I would suggest having a secure top for sure.
  • Crays like to burrow, although my crays don’t burrow, as I have provided several cave spaces, some will still like to burrow, so I would suggest having sand substrate deep enough for them to burrow. It helps too if there are rocks or decorations they can burrow underneath. Although I have seen that my crays prefer cave situations, and will pick a territory based on the cave space available.
  • Crays need territory all to themselves. If you are planning on housing more than one cray, please keep in mind that there could be a few territory fights, especially if they are drastically different sizes. If you do get more than one, you’ll need even more floor space (perhaps a 40gal Breeder) and lots and lots of places to hide and burrow, etc. The same idea extends to fish tankmates, as crays can and will kill your fish if they are feeling threatened, or if the fish happens to end up trapped in their territory, though this behavior is largely based on demeanor in my experience, it is still a very real possibility.
  • Like typical fish, crays need a cycled tank, there are two kinds of crays sold at pet stores, one kind is tropical freshwater (usually the bright colors, reds, blues and whites) and one kind is cold freshwater (usually brown, dark red, and will be housed with goldfish or minnows at the store). Tropical crays can tolerate temperatures up to 85F and as low as 65F so there is a great deal of leeway if you are planning on having tankmates. They prefer alkaline waters at 7-8 pH. They also need good aeration and will climb to the top of the water and grab some air when they feel like it. Plus the bubbles from an airstone are a really fun activity for your cray, mine will sit and try to catch bubbles and then float up and down in the stream!
  • Crays need certain water conditions to ensure they have healthy shells and have successful molts. For me, I have to dose my tank with iodide and Seachem Replenish to make sure the hardness and iodine levels are good enough to make sure my cray has a strong shell and can molt easily. They will molt as many times as they feel comfortable, and usually within the first few days of moving into their tank, they will molt for the first time.

Food and Diet

  • So crays in the wild are typically opportunistic scavengers, and usually only eat plant matter, but in the domestic setting they are omnivores. That being said, you’ll need to provide them with a diet that is 75% plant material and 25% meats. I feed mine a mix of algae pucks (he’ll literally just grab one and carry it around the tank and munch away), frozen bloodworms, and he also likes to much on the live plants (much to my disapproval, we can’t have any nice plants!). You can also feed them organic plant produce, other frozen worms, crickets, and if you’re okay with feeding them shrimp or krill you can also do that. Make sure all food is already dead to discourage live hunting!
  • Usually a cray that is given a full diet will refrain from hunting fish, but hunting is still ALWAYS a possibility. But also you can’t quickly jump to conclusions if you find your cray munching away at a fish. Most of the time crays are wrongly accused of murder as they will target sick or dying fish. For example, I had an angel fish who was a huge bully and we hadn’t caught him bullying but we did have a few fish be found halfway through the lobster having them for a snack, but he wasn’t the one who killed them, he was simply doing his civic duty as a scavenger. We got rid of the angel and there wasn’t another death after that.

Molting

  • Crays will molt many times during their lifespan. There are tell-tale signs that a cray is preparing to molt, and you must be aware of these and also know the boundaries when it comes to molting.
  • Crayfish will stop eating about two days before a molt, but they may wait up to a day before to stop. They will then become recluse, which is another reason why it is very important to have plenty of hiding. Molting is the most vulnerable part of their lives and they will likely get too stressed during a molt if there isn’t sufficient hiding. When you notice your cray stops eating, this is a really good time to dose a little extra iodide into your water, just to give them a little boost right before they start.
  • A successful molt should take less than 1 hour AT MAXIMUM. Usually they should be done within a few minutes if the water quality is good, and they are healthy.
  • Getting stuck in a molt is the biggest danger at this time. If you notice your cray laying on it’s side, or acting funny, DO NOT engage the cray, do not touch it, do not poke it, do not move it, do not try to help it,  just leave it be for at least 24 hours or until you see change in behavior. If you see no movement, or no response to stimulus, the cray is likely dead. A crayfish that even gets a tiny bit stressed during a molt will get stuck, as their bodies stop the molting process if they feel like they are in danger, and they will basically suffocate/starve inside the shell (I know it’s morbid, but it’s a very real risk crayfish face during this time).
  • After their molt, a cray will retreat to hiding, if they are not already hiding. Their shell will be in the tank, it will look like a ripped open version of your cray. Leave the shell in there, the cray will eat it to regain key nutrients. You can remove any uneaten parts once the cray has fully come out of hiding and is eating regularly again. You can move the shell to the crays current hiding spot if it happens to be not close to them. If they have lost any legs or claws during their molt, do not worry, this is common, they will molt a few more times as soon as they are comfortable to regrow the appendages. 

Tankmates and General Demeanor

  • You can have tank mates, but there are some things to be aware of first. Crayfish usually will not openly hunt fish, but if you choose to keep crays with slow fish, fish that hang out at the bottom, or fish small enough to fit in their mouths, it is very likely that they will make a snack of their tankmates. Snails and shrimp are definitely not recommended as they are easily victimized by crayfish.
  • Crayfish are the most active at night, though some will adjust to your schedule based on feeding times. Fish do sleep, and they are vulnerable at this time if your cray decides to hunt an unsuspecting fish. You can try to avoid this situation by having plenty of plants and things for your fish to hide in while they sleep. I personally haven’t had any problems with crays hunting, except for one beastly cray I had for two days who managed to kill my two biggest fish who were both perfectly healthy…. she was a savage…
  • This brings me to general demeanor. Crayfish all have unique personalities, and although it’s not easy to see them at first, you will eventually know your crays quirks after some time. Some crays will love to climb more than others, some will relentlessly pull up plants no matter how many times you replant them, some will stuff themselves into places they don’t really fit into just to feel safe, some will grab onto the feeding stick and go for a ride before letting go.. The list goes on, they really are super animated little creatures. 
  • When choosing a cray it’s good to look at a few things to ensure you’re making a good purchase. Make sure the cray has all it’s legs and claws. Although they can regrow appendages with a few molts, it’s a good indication of good water quality and health if they have all their legs and such. If they are being housed with other crayfish, it’s likely they will be missing legs and claws. If there are fish in the tank with them, spend a few minutes watching the cray’s reaction to the fish and see how the fish react to the cray.

Fun Facts!

  • Crayfish can change color after a molt, they could come out of a molt being a totally different color!
  • Males have an extra set of appendages on their underbelly, they look like two half circles near the start of their tails.
  • Crayfish are very smart and will figure out ways to do what they want.
  • Tropical crays can get up 5 inches long from head to tail, coldwater crays can get much much larger than that, I’ve seen one that was almost 10 inches head to tail!
  • Tropical crayfish are also called “Lobsters”, I prefer to call mine lobsters because it sounds more beastly, but he’s really just a little red critter that climbs everything..
  • There are smaller variations of crayfish, they are called “Mexican Dwarf Crayfish” and the are the size of small freshwater shrimp, the care for them is the same, they are just smaller, also their life expectancy is a little shorter.

wewereborninthewronguniverse  asked:

Hey Merry Christmas! How about where Sterek both get each other the same really expensive gift because they both saw each other looking at it?

Merry Christmas!

“I dunno,” Stiles says slowly, rocking on the balls of his feet. “This is pretty steep.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad!” the saleswoman—Kira, according to her nametag—assures him. “Think of all the use you’ll get out of it. It’s only a few hundred dollars a year when you think about it.”

“Yeah, I guess…”

He’s still not sure, though. A TV is a big present, especially one of this size. Derek’s loft is basically all bare walls, and even though Stiles moved in with him two months ago, he hasn’t made much headway in terms of decoration. A television would be awesome, especially since Derek was talking about all the shows he misses from his teen years the other day. Stiles figures a few discs of some old shows and a television would be pretty great.

“It’s a really good gift,” Kira prompts, when he’s silent for a few moments. “My boyfriend and I love to cuddle under blankets and watch Christmas movies. It’s a great excuse to not leave the apartment all winter.”

She winks conspiratorially, and Stiles thinks it does sound pretty nice.

“Yeah,” he concedes. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll take it.”

“Awesome!” Kira says, smiling brightly. “He’ll love it!”


“He’ll love it,” the saleswoman, Kira, promises. “I just had someone in here earlier picking one up for their SO. They sounded like a cute couple, and I bet you guys are too. I think a television makes a really nice gift, especially if he likes all those shows as much as you said.”

“Yeah,” Derek says, nodding thoughtfully. “He’s always talking about The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones. I feel bad that he can’t watch them at my house.”

“Sounds perfect, then!” Kira insists. Derek’s pretty sure she works on commission. Either that, or she’s just really perky. “I would go for it.”

It’s expensive, but that’s not exactly an issue for him. He hopes Stiles doesn’t think it’s too big a gift, but they have been going out for a long time now, and he knows Stiles gets bored in the loft sometimes, even if he tries not to act like it. The only form of entertainment Derek really has in there is a bookshelf full of crumbling paperbacks, and it’s not like reading is exactly a social event. What Kira was just telling him about cuddling with her boyfriend while they watch TV sounded pretty nice. Maybe Derek can pick up a few seasons of GoT or something, too. Stiles will be twice as happy if they get to cuddle and he gets to force Derek to watch some of his shows.

“I think I’ll take it.”

“Great,” Kira says, smiling brightly. “He’ll be so surprised!”


“What. The hell. Is that?” Stiles hisses. “Scott, tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

“What?” Scott asks, trying to peer around the giant box. Stiles has enlisted him and Isaac to help bring it up to the loft to surprise Derek when he wakes up, and werewolf strength or not, the fifteen flights of stairs have the two of them exhausted. “Where?”

“Oh, geez,” Stiles groans. “Put that down. C’mere.”

“Gladly,” Scott says, setting down one end.

Isaac follows suit, and they step out from around the box, following Stiles’ line of sight.

“That… that is a brand new TV,” Scott says slowly. “Big one, too.”

Already hooked up and gleaming in its very expensive glory is the exact television Stiles just bought.

“Dude, the fuck?” Isaac says, sounding very put out. “You made us haul this monster up here on Christmas morning and you already have the exact same one? When did Derek even get a TV?”

“This morning,” Derek says, coming down the stairs. “What’s wrong?”

He’s frowning when he gets to the bottom of the spiral, but quickly realizes the problem when he sees Stiles standing next to the enormous wrapped box.

“I’ll give you one guess what this is,” Stiles says.

Derek sighs.

“I guess you’re half of the ‘cute couple’ who bought one of these right before me, huh?”

Scott and Isaac snicker.


“Alright,” Stiles says, snuggling in closer. “I’m not saying this is the most cost effective option, but you have to admit it’s cool as fuck.”

Derek laughs, kissing the top of Stiles’ head before taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

The two huge TV’s are hooked up next to one another on the wall, and Stiles always knew all the empty space in here had to be good for something. One TV is playing the fifth or sixth episode of one of Derek’s favorite shows from when he was younger, while the other plays a ten hour video of a yule log, casting the loft in a pretty orange glow.

“Not cost effective,” Derek agrees, rolling his eyes fondly. “But Kira wasn’t wrong when she said these things were good for cuddling.”

You Make Me Confident: Josh Washington x Reader

Request: could you do a josh x reader where josh makes a comment about the readers weight or something and they take it really hard because it’s what theyre most insecure about and it takes josh awhile to realize what he did (like a couple days?) and so like maybe he tries to have the reader sit with him or on his lap or something and they say no and josh gets confused but the reader makes a reference to what he had said before and he tries to apologize and that he didnt mean it and cute fluff please :)

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I’ll just say, for so many years I’ve been trying to come to terms with my body.

I thought that two years ago from now, I would never love my body more than I did. And I didn’t even love it that much, I still hated myself because I was fat, I didn’t wear what i wanted to because I was afraid people would judge me. I’m done doing that now.

When i wear this I feel so cute, I feel like I could walk a runway, even with my pale belly hanging out in the open.

I just wanna say: please wear what you want. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t wear something because of your body or your size. No matter what you wear you will rock it, and anything a thing person wears, you can too. You can rock it just as much as they do. Anything can be a look. Make it your own.

Shu Headcanon (Doctor Shu Edition)

This one has been specially requested by pippa for her best friend Regina! Happy Birthday 🎉 Hope you enjoy this!! You groaned as you threw your school bag on the bed, it had been a stressful day and things were just not going right. You now had a fever and a massive headache to boot. The school nurse had sent you home early to get some rest. The door creeped open behind you, Shu had his work shirt on and carried his white doctor coat in his arms. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?’ He scolded you, his hand was on your forehead in an instant. ‘How..how did you know?’ You stutter. ‘The school nurse left a message here.. your temperature is too high!’ He removed his hand and led you to sit on the bed. ‘I’m ok..really!’ You fake a smile, ‘Shouldn’t you be going to work?’ He looked at you like you had said something so dumb. 'I’m serious Shu! I’m ok! I’ll just take a cool shower and have a nap!’ Shu shook his head as he pulled out his mobile and pressed a few buttons before putting it away. 'It’s fine. My shift can be covered.’ He said sternly, he began removing your uniform. 'Is..is that really ok?!’ You gasp, he pulled at your shirt and even though you were annoyed he was undressing you; the cool air felt so good on your skin. 'People owe me favours. Now lay properly on the bed.’ He guided you and plumped the pillow making sure you were comfortable. Soon he disappeared into your bathroom and came back with a cool damp cloth, he placed it carefully on your forehead. 'Shu..’ You felt he was being ridiculous over a headache. 'Shh. Just relax, does it feel better?’ He sat beside you and stroked back your hair.
Maybe this wasn’t too bad… 'I feel guilty taking up your time Doctor..’ You joke. 'Then get better soon.’ Shu finally gave you a kind smile and continued stroking your hair. The cloth suddenly let cold drops of water fall on your chest that ran underneath your bra. You gasped at the chill. Shu smirked, 'Doesn’t it help?’ 'Not..not there..’ You blush. His hand brushes over your bare half of breasts. 'But it feels so warm there. I’m worried’ He was teasing you! 'Maybe you need more cold drops down there?’ 'No! My bra will get soaked!’ You gasp and watch as his smirk turns evil. 'Who said you’ll be wearing a bra?’ He whispered in your ear as his fingers reached behind you to unclasp the hooks. Your breast fell free and you blush, squirming quickly to try and hide them. 'Ah.’ He tutted and removed your hands. 'Doctors orders’ He grinned as he slipped on his Doctor coat and pulled out his stethoscope. 'Stay still…’ He puts it in his ears and runs the cold metal over your breast. Watching and listening to ever gasp and groan you make. 'Your heart is beating so fast..I’m worried..’ By this point your fever and headache was forgotten but the heat rushing in between your thighs was not. You decided to play 'Ah! Doctor.. maybe.. some medicine?’ You bite your bottom lip. Shu grinned, delighted you would play his game. 'Medicine! Of course…but you would have to drink it all, my lewed patient.’ You nodded. 'Of course! I will drink every drop..’ 'Good girl..’ Shu’s eyes had darkened with lust and he removed the stethoscope. 'Do you think it would cure me? Of this hot I feel?’ You tease as you undo a couple of buttons on his shirt baring his chest. 'I should hope so. But first we need to find out how you should take your medicine.’ His fingers slowly trail over your breasts. 'Oral?’ You suggest. He instantly grins, 'Is that what you wish?’ 'Yes. If that doesn’t work we can try other ways right?’ Shu was proud of his dirty girl and kissed you suddenly. 'As many ways as you want..’ His voice was husky and thick with need. 'Ok Doctor. I think I’m ready.’ You sit up a little, admiring how hot he looked in his Doctor coat. 'Good girl, now the best way to administer the medicine orally would to take this in your mouth.’ He guided your hand to his rock hard cock. 'Oh.. but it’s so.. I mean it looks so big for an injection..’ You gasp, your voice too becoming husky. 'The bigger, the more medicine for you right?’ He smirked. You blush and nod, undoing his zip pulling him out of his pants. No matter how many times you have seen him the size still surprised you. 'Be careful.,’ He grinned, as you took him in your mouth. Shu gasped at how eager you were, you tongue swirled on him and you let him deep into your throat. He was going to cum, very soon and quickly. 'Damn..’ he hissed and held your hair. You looked up at him through your long eyelashes and he broke, so soon he came in your mouth and you swallowed every drop. 'Now down here Doctor..’ you rub yourself and his eyes darken once more with need. He moved to your pussy and felt how wet you were already. He didn’t have to prepare you at all. You gasped as he rubbed the hard, warm head on your slit, adding pressure to your clit. 'Shu…’ you sigh and grab onto the pillow behind you. He entered you instantly after seeing your face and slowly began to move. 'Such a dirty, needy patient..’ he growled. 'Cum in me!’ You beg and tease him. He didn’t want to cum too soon like before but the way you tightened around him sent him crazy. 'Please.’ You cry, moving your hips to meet his hard thrusts. 'Agh..damn..’ he groaned as he starred to cum, this time he felt a big load. You gasp as your climax came your body shook, but feeling the cum inside you drove you crazy, just knowing he had cum so much.. 'I think..think I might have had an overdose doctor..’ you pant as he collapsed on top of you. 'Shhh and recover quickly. I need to administer some more shortly. And this time let me last longer please.’

Dersha Drabble: Who the hell is Mandy?

Drabble #7. Season 3. Episode 10. Who the hell is Mandy?

Here’s my take on how the Mandy situation will pan out in the finale. I incorporated @southernbell-11-2016 idea into this too. Enjoy.

The mood of the entire Devils Nation was pretty somber. A week ago, they had lost a very special person that could never be replaced. Raquel’s spirit would live on in each one of them forever. Even after a week, the loss of their dear friend still hadn’t sunk in all the way.  At times, Ahsha found herself going through the motions without thinking. Her mind was stuck on her friend; a friend Ahsha didn’t get to spend a long time with but the impact left on her life would forever change her.

Everyone had that rock they could lean on during the tough times. Derek happened to be Ahsha’s rock when she had her moments. He had been nothing but supportive and Ahsha would be forever grateful for it.

“I’m going to help Kyle pack up Raquel’s things later on,” Ahsha said, curling a piece of her hair. Derek had just stepped out of the shower and was drying himself off. Neither one of them realized how domestic they had become.

“Oh okay. Cool. I had some business to handle anyway,” Derek replied.

“Something wrong,” Ahsha questioned, noticing the odd tone in Derek’s voice. He sounded nervous or worried.

“Huh…no, everything is fine. I just have to get this handled before the end of the day. Everything’s good, babe,” Derek answered, wrapping his arms around Ahsha’s waist.

“Hmm,” she hummed, not buying his story at all. Resting against his naked body, she closed her eyes.  His phone ringing from the counter interrupted their intimate moment.

Derek simply glanced over at the blinking screen and pressed ignore. Ahsha had caught the name ‘Mandy’ flashing across the screen before he quickly ended the call. “Who was that,” Ahsha asked, trying her best not to sound like she was accusing him of anything.

“Oh nobody important. Just someone that works for my lawyer,” he said, turning his back to continue drying his wet skin.

“Shouldn’t you answer that then,” Ahsha questioned, raising a brow, though Derek wasn’t looking at her.  

“Nah, she didn’t want anything. I’ll call them back later on today.”

Ahsha couldn’t help the irritation building up inside of her. The last time a woman had popped up, Derek admitted later on that he used to sleep with her. Hopefully that wasn’t the case this time around but Ahsha’s eyes were wide open.

………

Once Ahsha left the mansion to head over to Kyle’s, Derek called Mandy back. They had a few last minute things to talk about before the big night. He hated lying to Ahsha but this secret could not be ruined since it was the biggest one yet.

After talking with Mandy, Derek decided to get advice from his best friend. What he was about to do was something Derek Roman had ever thought of doing in his life. Maybe the right girl hadn’t come along until Ahsha stepped into his life. Terrence was more than happy to meet with his friend since they barely had time to catch up outside of practice or games. They decided to meet at the arena to shoot a few hoops and catch up on life.

“Hey D,” Terrence greeted as he stepped foot on the court. Derek had arrived early and was already shooting baskets. His nerves were all over the place and he couldn’t just sit around the mansion all day and let them eat at him.

“Hey man,” Derek replied, giving his best friend the bro clasp and hug. “Thanks for coming out. I know you’re busy helping Jelena plan the wedding and all.”

“Ha! I’m leaving that mess to her. If it were up to me, you know I would get married on the beach and be done. You know how women can be. ‘I want the biggest wedding of them all. Blah, blah, blah,’” Terrence mocked in a high voice.

“Tell me about it,” Derek laughed, tossing the basketball in Terrence’s direction. “Speaking of weddings…”

Right away, Terrence read his teammate’s facial expression. “Wait a minute…I know I’m not witnessing what I think I am.”

Derek’s silence answered Terrence’s question.

“You’re for real about this,” Terrence exclaimed, barely able to form words. He couldn’t believe his ears and figured Derek was joking around. This was the same guy who had three girls in his bed at a time. Derek was the guy who vowed to never catch feelings for any woman because he loved the bachelor life. Even when Derek met Ahsha, Terrence assumed his friend was just using a fresh piece of meat to satisfy his player appetite. Seeing his friend become a better man before his eyes was a testament to how great a woman Ahsha was. Though they had barely said a word to each other, Terrence knew Ahsha was a good woman and loved Derek.

“These past few weeks have really put things into perspective for me, man. Between this crap with German and Raquel passing away…life’s too short and I’m ready for this,” Derek stated. “She’s the one.”

Terrence was clearly taken aback. “Wow! Is this really the Derek Roman I’ve known all these years,” Terrence smirked, clasping Derek’s shoulder. “Well if that’s what you’re feeling go for it. No use in waiting if you really think this is the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with.”

Derek nodded as a smile crossed his face. “I need your help though. This whole ring business has me a little caught up. Mandy, my jeweler, has two rings ready but I can’t decide which one to get.”

Terrence leaned in as Derek showed him two pictures on his cellphone. “Damn, those are some big rocks! I would go with this one though.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Ahsha isn’t into flashy jewelry but I’m wanting to get her a good size ring,” Derek added. “I’ll let Mandy know then.”

“I still can’t believe what I’m hearing.  My best friend is really about to propose. Hell is truly freezing over,” Terrence laughed. “Congrats bro!”

“Hey, she has to say yes first,” came Derek’s reply.

“Which she will! There’s no doubt in my mind.”

Derek hoped Terrence was right because he was nervous as hell.

………

Later that night at the game, Ahsha approached Derek, clearly bothered by something. He assumed she was still upset about him not answering his phone earlier and had gotten suspicious. It was really hard to keep a secret from Ahsha because she was constantly digging for information if she felt like she was being lied to.

With hand on hip, Ahsha narrowed her eyes and spat, “Who the hell is Mandy?”

Derek’s heart stopped. Mandy had met with him at the arena earlier and probably ran into Ahsha on her way out. He had told Mandy to remain incognito, but she was super excited about a possible engagement and couldn’t wait to meet the lucky lady. “Mandy?”

The infamous Hayes head tilt appeared as Ahsha spoke again. “Yes, Mandy. She approached me outside of the arena today talking about you. Who is she? Another groupie? Is this one Mandy with an “i” or silent “y”?”

Clearly, Ahsha was pissed off. She wasn’t in the mood for any more secrets and thought they had put everything out on the table. Now with this strange woman approaching her about Derek, Ahsha felt betrayed. “Ahsha….”

“Tell me right now, is this another groupie,” Ahsha questioned, her patience running thin. The last time a woman had approached Ahsha outside of the arena, it was one of Derek’s old groupies. Mandy didn’t look like the typical groupie but that didn’t make Ahsha feel any better. Groupies came in many shapes and sizes these days.

“No, she’s not,” Derek replied.

“Then who is she,” Ahsha continued, still digging for answers. She refused to let Derek off the hook until he told her something about this Mandy chick.

“I can’t tell you that right now. But she’s not who you think she is. I’ve already been up front with you about my past and she’s not in it. Trust me,” Derek explained, trying to keep his plan under wraps. His girlfriend wasn’t making it easy with her questions and womanly intuition.

“Derek-“

“Baby, she’s no one. I need to get back there to warm-up. We’ll talk after the game,” he urged, leaning in to kiss Ahsha’s lips. Still not satisfied with his answer, Ahsha moved her head causing Derek’s lips to land on her cheek instead.

He hated leaving her thinking that he was being unfaithful but hopefully later on that night it would be worth it.

…………

Everyone was in on Derek’s secret minus Ahsha. Kyle had talked with her friend earlier about Derek’s odd behavior and it took everything out of her not to laugh in Ahsha’s face. Derek had let Kyle know a week ago that he planned on proposing to Ahsha. After everything that had happened in the last few weeks, he didn’t want to have any more regrets. The speech about building a kingdom wasn’t a gimmick. No woman had touched Derek the way Ahsha had touched him and made him want to be a better man. There was absolutely no one who walked into his life and made him feel like Ahsha did. She was a special girl and couldn’t imagine spending his life with anyone else. This was the woman he wanted to be the mother of his children. Ahsha Hayes was the queen of his kingdom and he wanted her forever.

Kyle’s job was to get Ahsha dressed and send her to meet Derek at the overlook. Then Kyle was to go wait for them at Sloane and Pete’s. With Mandy’s help, Derek had the overlook decorated with white rose petals and bulb lights that hung from the trees. When Ahsha pulled up, her bright eyes widened as she closed her car door. The last time another woman came up, he made a similar gesture. Was this his way of softening the blow again?

“What’s all this,” Ahsha began.

Derek couldn’t help the grin that threatened to form on his lips. He could already tell Ahsha was beyond frustrated with him.

“You know what, you aren’t going to get me this time. I’m not about to play your game, Derek. Are you doing all this to soften the blow again? Is Mandy a baby mama, a wife, an ex-girlfriend trying to make her way back into your life,” Ahsha rambled, now with her back to Derek. He took the opportunity to get down on one knee. “You said we would be honest with ea-“ Ahsha’s rant was cut short once she saw Derek down on one knee with the biggest smile on his face. “Derek?”

“You know I hate keeping secrets from you but this one was worth it. Mandy isn’t any of those things, she’s actually my jeweler. The jeweler that helped me pick out your ring,” Derek explained as tears formed in Ahsha’s eyes.

“Derek,” she whispered again, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

“Ahsha, these last few weeks have changed all of our lives and it’s put things into perspective for me. You have forever changed my life, made me a better man and I know I want forever with you. You’re the woman I want to build my kingdom with.  You’re who I want to be the mother of my children. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I can’t imagine doing that with anyone else. Ahsha Hayes, will you marry me?”

Ahsha was so overcome with emotion that she could barely speak. “Y-y-yes. Yes!”

The weight that had been sitting on Derek’s shoulders all day had finally been lifted. Grabbing Ahsha’s left hand, he slid the 18k rock onto her ring finger. Derek stood to his feet and cupped Ahsha’s face, placing a tender kiss on her lips.

“I love you,” Ahsha whispered into his lips, still choked up and in shock.

“And I love you,” Derek replied, pulling back to get a good look at his future wife. The moment was surreal for the both of them. “I better get you home so we can celebrate.”

“Orrrrr, we can celebrate here. For old time’s sake,” she purred, running her index finger down his chest.

Liking the sound of that, Derek lifted Ahsha off her feet and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Whatever you say Mrs. Roman.”

“Ohhh, I like the sound of that. Say it again,” Ahsha hummed as Derek walked them over to his black Ferrari.

“Mrs. Roman,” he muttered, kissing her lips and gently placing her on the hood of his car.

It was the start of a very long night of celebration.

Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed!

In which Castiel is an explorer who’s only too familiar with sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong, and Dean is a creature of the forest who gives him a taste of his own medicine.

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“I wouldn’t touch that.”

Castiel startles, drawing his telescopic pointer away from the mushroom he’d been examining. He looks around, but sees no face amongst the trees to match the voice he’d heard. “Excuse me?” He spins around, hearing footsteps, but still he sees nothing. “Who’s there?”

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People claim the the regulations on school lunches are a good thing. That trying to promote healthy eating or that its not that bad. I would have to disagree with all of that. The rules on what schools can serve their students are rather awful…

The lunches are that bad if not worst in schools anymore including the one I went to and my siblings still are. It got to the point where I stopped eating it all together ,because I was getting sick from it. My sister is now packing a lunch because of the same problem.

There’s also the fact if you happen to be allergic to wheat products or have any other food allergy, chances are you aren’t going to be able to eat the food anyway. Using the my old school as example again-they have those with allergies on file. However, they insist on them packing a lunch even when the family can prove that they can’t afford to do so or recently try to force students to eat it.

Nor is what they serve healthy. A good portion of it is canned and the fresh fruit and vegetables are often poor in quality or at times rotten. The milk is sub par as well. In spite of the rules against salt, the ham is generally extremely salty and barely edible. Then things like hamburger patties tend to be hard as rocks.

Then there’s the portion sizes which always seemed to get smaller. Students often leave or go home still feeling hungry because they aren’t getting enough food. Everyday I would and will hear my sibling complain about being hungry or that the food is awful or simply a waste. Honestly, it is a waste as a large amount is just thrown out.

It also seems to me to be counterproductive in teaching healthy eating habits or to get people to eat healthier. If anything it seems to be promoting the idea of starving yourself to maintain your weight. Which last I checked is not healthy.

Instead of limiting and controlling school lunch; how about teaching people how to eat healthy and the facts about poor diet. While your at it about food allergies and what to do should someone has a reaction.

Or are a number of you happy with what has become of school lunches. That this is what many children and teenagers are being given and told they have to eat even if it will make them sick. Really, is this the way the movement has decided to encourage eating healthy?

If it is you’re a far cry from what it takes to truly teach and encourage healthy habits ,yet alone eating habits.

anonymous asked:

Did you have stretch marks on your stomach before you lost weight? And if so what do they look like now? I'm just scared for possibly having loose skin when I lose weight

Hi anon,

I get this question a lot and I typically answer it privately but maybe this will help…here’s probably way more than you were asking for (with pictures!!)

Short answer: yes I had stretch marks. they’re still there but no where near as visible. loose skin >>>> excess fat. I would take loose skin any day. I’m 100% happier with my loose skin than I was with my big protruding belly.

Long answer:

This is me around the beginning of my weight loss journey, June 2014ish. At this point, I had already lost somewhere between 10 to 20 lbs. I don’t actually know how much I was at my heaviest because when you’re big you don’t weigh yourself and you certainly don’t take pictures! I was a size 18/20 here. My stomach was always bloated, rock hard, and I had beginning stretch marks that were deep red. You can kinda see them in this picture above my belly button, to the left and right. I also had them on my sides (love handle area) and back.

I took this picture earlier today before my Krav Maga class. I typically wear tight pants that are higher on the waist because I feel like it holds me in, if that makes sense. You can see the stretch marks if you look closely but they’re really faded, I can easily hide them with an instagram filter if I wanted haha.

I still have a belly! When I turn to the side and grab on, I can easily grab it. I don’t know if you’d call this “loose skin” or just an area of opportunity that I need to tone up more, but it’s not scary at all.

This is my belly when I push it out and grab on. Is that super attractive? Probably not. Should I be able to grab a whole handful? No, I know my body fat percentage is still high and that I carry most of my weight here.

Anon, I am so happy to have the body I have right now. Do I want to keep improving? Absolutely! That’s why I do #crush60 to build muscle and strength. That’s why I keep fighting my ass off at Krav Maga four nights a week, why I run, why I eat lame healthy food instead of burgers and pizza (okay I still have some, #yolo).

I totally understand the fear of “well what if I have loose skin?” or “what if I put in all the time and effort and the results don’t come?” or “is it even worth it?” I get it. I was you. I asked those exact same questions, and I’m here to tell you that it’s so worth it. Results will come. You won’t obtain perfection, you’ll always have some thing about your body that you don’t like, that’s normal. But if you put in the time, you put in the effort, you start somewhere and try again after failing, then results will come…and one day you’ll be answering these same questions for other people.

anonymous asked:

How can I make a castle dragon proof?

By dragon, I assume you mean the fire-breathing, flying lizard with scales as hard as diamonds and all that.

Firstly, it’s not going to look like a castle. Castles were designed as protection against ground forces in an era where aerial assault wasn’t a problem (aside from the occasional trebuchet). Castles are therefore wide open to fiery assaults from above.

Towers need to go. If the dragon is sufficiently large and strong, they could knock over the towers with a swat of the tail or simply by landing on them. Also, the towers are so thin that a dragon breathing through a window would roast everyone on the floor. If you do have towers, they will be short, have strong foundations, have really small (or no) windows, and will probably have the spiral staircase winding around the inside of the tower instead of the outside. That way you have an insulating layer of stone between your escape and the dragon’s flame.

Flammable materials like wood, hay, and thatch need to go. In the case of thatch and wood, you could make buildings with shale roofs. The hay (and livestock that eat it) would probably need to be placed underground or into a really secure building so the dragon won’t burn it.

Said secure building would probably resemble a bunker: low to the ground, with thick walls and small entrances. Assuming your castle is still facing terrestrial enemies, it’s probably not practical for the entire castle to be like this all the time. The castle might have bunker-like structures on the ground and look like a normal (if squatter and thicker-walled) castle on the surface. 

When I think of a dragon-proof building, I think of something like a NORAD, which is inside a mountain. That much rock will probably be enough to insulate you from the flame and deter the dragon from tunneling you out. However, it would be hot, damp, and dark in there, and digging something castle-sized into the rock with medieval technology would take decades and cost as much as a king’s ransom. 

So I’d like to share a little something with you all, and it’s quite the wall of text so I apologize, but I just kinda have to get this out.

Above you see a pic of me wearing the skinny jeans and Nikes I wear for my Incognito Natasha cosplay. But I wasn’t cosplaying today, no, I wore this to work. Seems pretty normal, I’m sure. But the thing is, that ten years ago, before I started cosplaying, fifteen-year-old me never would have worn jeans that weren’t flare-legged. Hell, twenty-year old me wouldn’t have. Why? Because I hated my thighs. I was convinced I had to wear flare jeans or giant boots because it offset how massive my thighs were, like it was some kind of reverse-hourglass shape that made it more appealing, or at least less noticeable. “But you’re so skinny!” people tell me. All the time. Really, it’s wild how often I hear it. Because growing up, all I ever heard about was my damn “thunder thighs”. In middle school, usually we wore long skirts or jumpers, because I went to a Catholic school with a strict dress code, but for PE, we were required to wear these workout shorts that went almost to our knees. I remember waiting for our coach outside one day when one of the girls in my grade came over and asked me what size shorts I was wearing. They were a medium. “Then why are they so tight on your legs, but mine aren’t, and I’m wearing a small?” she asked in one of those snide tones that said she already knew the answer. But sure enough, her shorts were loose and flowing as if it was a skirt around her small legs. I didn’t answer, but that was almost fifteen years ago and I still remember it. I remember when I was at my physical peak, working out, practicing high-impact martial arts six days a week, four hours a day, and even though my arms were strong and toned and my stomach was flat and solid, no matter how many squats or suicides I did, no matter how many laps I ran, how much I biked or swam, my thighs would not shrink, and they would continue to jiggle as if to spite me, even when the rest of me was fit and trim. I remember seeing girls in their short shorts and saying ‘damn, I wish I had legs like that, so I could pull that off’. But instead, I wore flared skirts to or just above the knee so I could hide my “problem areas” without sweating to death in the heat.

I never wore shorts, or bikinis, or short skirts, or skinny-jeans, and the dresses I wore always flared at or above the hip. I cried tears of joy at the invention of Spanx and wore them under everything I could, even in the Florida summer, because then at least I felt a little skinnier. At least then maybe people wouldn’t notice my “massive” thighs quite as quickly. But then I started cosplaying, and I tried to work around my insecurity. Using capes to cover “problem” areas, picking costumes that “flattered” my figure; nothing with shorts, short skirts, leotard bottoms, etc. After years of doing it, it was starting to limit the costumes I could do. And then finally I just said to myself, “screw this”, and let myself cosplay characters I normally wouldn’t have. Even so, I never wore shorts, I always wore my shaper tights and my Spanx, and when I wasn’t in cosplay, I still wore those abhorrent flared jeans. But, being a cosplayer, the inevitable happened. I met people. So many people. So many incredible ladies who had bodies of all shapes and sizes and I looked at them and realized, they wore whatever the hell they wanted and they looked damn good in it. Whether their measurements were bigger or smaller than mine, they rocked what they wore. Shorts, miniskirts, leotards, skinny jeans… pear-shaped, hourglass, whatever the hell shape the fashion industry would have shoe-horned them into, it didn’t matter, because they looked great. It didn’t matter if they weren’t as thin as runway models. It didn’t matter if they were. They all looked beautiful in cosplay and regular clothes, and they wondered why I would think I was anything other than beautiful just the way I was. So for the first time I found myself thinking, “you know what, maybe I will buy those skinny jeans”.

The first time I ever bought a pair of non-flared (or at least boot-cut) jeans was when I first cosplayed Natasha last year. Because even up until then, I never thought that I could look good in them because of my “massive” thighs. And now I wear them all the time. Now I cringe when I try on flared jeans because gosh, they make me look so short! But now I rock this look in and out of cosplay and I can say with confidence that I never would have taken that leap if it hadn’t been for my costuming habit.

If you take anything away from this ridiculously self-indulgent rambling post, let it be this: 1.) Be kind to others 2.) Be confident in yourself 3.) You are amazing, even if you don’t think you are.

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Banpresto Handkerchiefs, Blue Boxes

Banpresto has produced a whole lot of merchandise for Cardcaptor Sakura, and a lot of it is accessories. I posted a couple of these a while back but I managed to obtain all 12 that I’ve ever seen. They’re split into Blue and Green boxes so here’s the blue box set.

I don’t know who did the art for these but I don’t think it was the original studio. Whoever it was gave everyone enormous feet. I mean wow O.O Still not a fan of the materials either but I would also never wipe my face with these so I guess it’s ok.