ignore-the-noise

Today I asked the store leader at my job if the documentary they’re requiring everyone to watch is captioned. Her response was, “Just sit up close.” I can’t stress enough how amplifying noise doesn’t guarantee clarification. I keep getting asked, “Can you hear that? Can you hear this?” Hearies, I can hear a LOT of things, but it comes clearly to you and distorted to me. Turning something up or shouting doesn’t help. Get it through your heads. While my ears do not detect high pitched sounds, my brain has trouble processing or making sense of sounds in general. That is all.

Breakthrough!

It is no secret that I have been suffering from a case of the blahs where my training is concerned.  Finally, I had a breakthrough and I am already feeling realigned with my goals.  I spoke to a mentor of mine this morning seeking guidance in a moment of pure frustration at work.  She said “Ignore the noise.  Keep your eye on the prize.  Take things one action at a time.”  Now, while we were not talking about my training, I realized right away that I have been allowing negative self talk to dominate the conversation, rather than allowing those thoughts to pass through.  I have reacted to the negative thoughts with more negative thoughts. The not good enough thoughts, the not fast enough thoughts, blah blah blah.  It is all just noise.  None of it is true and should not dictate my actions.   Here is to ignoring the noise!  I had to stop myself from doing a hard workout tonight to make up for a missed workout earlier this week.  I am running 22 miles in the morning.  It is time to kick up my feet and rest.  Ignore the noise!

One of my mantras is “You cannot change people, you can only change your reaction to them”.  We do not control others, we only control our reactions to them.  My other mantra is “You cannot argue the truth”.  The truth is what it is.  If someone disagrees with you about facts, it is useless to argue with them over the facts. The truth emerges without arguing.  These mantras have helped guide me through some pretty difficult situations.  I will add “Ignore the noise” to the list.

22 miles in the morning.  23 days to the LA marathon! 

You Made My Eyes Burn (Zach Mitchell X Reader)

Fandom: Jurassic World
Pairing: Zach Mitchell X Reader
Word Count: 2,129
Author’s Note: We’re gonna pretend that Zach and __y/n__ were assigned one of those fake babies to take care of over summer (idk why they were assigned it over the whole summer, they just were, okay?).

You heard your phone ringing, growling and shoving your head back under your pillow. You hoped that whoever was calling was just a salesperson, ignoring the obnoxious noise until, at last, your phone fell silent.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived as your phone began to ring again. You huffed in annoyance, pulling your __f/c__ covers off your body and blindly reaching around for your phone.

“You better have a damn good reason for calling me at,” You glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand. “Three in the morning. On a Saturday. Seriously? Who does that?” You asked, exasperation coating your words. Even if it was summer, it was still a weekend, and weekends were meant for sleeping.

“__y/n__, can you please come over?” Zach pleaded, and you could hear the intense desperation in his voice.

“Why on Earth would you need me to come over?”

You heard Zach groan, and then a quiet rustling of clothes as he moved around. “The baby has been crying for over an hour, and I cannot get it to stop crying and if it doesn’t stop crying soon, Gray and my parents are going to wake up and just, please help me.”

You sighed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, padding around your room sluggishly as you tugged on a sweatshirt and slipped on a pair of Converse. “You are so lucky that you’re my neighbor.” You said, and smiled slightly at the sigh of relief you could hear Zach release.

“You’re the best. I owe you one.” Zach said gratefully, and you rolled your eyes as you finished lacing up your shoes.

“I know. I’ll be there in two minutes.” You hung up before Zach could say anything else and stuck your phone in your pocket. You walked into the kitchen and wrote a quick note, leaving it on the table so that if your parents woke up and saw you weren’t home, they wouldn’t panic.

You speedwalked over to Zach’s house and rapped lightly on the back door, waiting impatiently for him to open it. Just as you were pulling out your phone to text him and ask him where the heck he was, the door swung open, revealing the dark haired boy with deep circles under his eyes. You didn’t even wait for him to invite you in, you just brushed past him and walked right into his room.

You picked up the incredibly lifelike baby, taking it into your arms and rocking it gently. “Shh, it’s okay, love. Mommy’s here now.” You murmured softly, trying not to blush when you realized that Zach had entered the room and was now staring at you. “Not a word, Mitchell.” You said sharply, locking your eyes with his in a glare.

He held up his hands defensively. “I was just going to say that you’d be a good mom, if you ever decide to have kids.”

You glared at him for a moment before letting it drop. You brought your gaze back to the blue bundle in your arms and couldn’t help but smile at it. Even though it was just a hunk of plastic and wires, you and Zach had been taking care of it for a little over a month now, and you had grown quite fond of the thing. "Thanks.“ You spoke softly, not wanting to "wake” the baby up now that it had finally fallen asleep.

“You’re welcome.” Zach murmured, trying to keep his voice quiet.

“Do you want me to take the baby for the rest of the night?” You questioned quietly, and Zach nodded vigorously.

“Please, oh my god. You are the absolute best.”

You were just about to tell him that he said that earlier, but before you could, he had pressed a swift kiss to your cheek and flopped onto his bed.

“Oh sweet mattress, how I missed you.” Zach mumbled, and before you had time to ask him what the hell that was, he was sleeping soundly. With an eye roll and a still tingling cheek, you pulled his blanket over his back, making sure that he was tucked in. “Thanks, __y/n__.” Zach spoke so softly that you were pretty sure he was sleep talking, and you smiled, hefting your pretend baby a little higher in your arms.

“You’re welcome. Night, Zach.” You whispered and crept through his house as quietly as possible before walking back to your own house. The baby was still “sleeping”, so you carefully folded some blankets together and made a makeshift crib, putting it on your bed before crawling in beside it.

“Sweet dreams, my adorable little monster.”

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“Hey, you know how you owe me a favor?” You asked, standing in front of Zach and balancing your fake baby on your hip.

Zach looked at you warily before reluctantly answering. “Yeah.”

“I need you to take the baby for the week.”

“I’m going on vacation!” Zach argued.

“So am I!” You shot back, before sighing and running a hand across your face. “Zach, help me out here. This is my first time going to Disneyland, and if I have to take care of the baby the whole time, I am going to end up stabbing someone.”

“Are you sure you want me to take it? What if I drop it in the velociraptor pit or something?”

You glared at him for the mere suggestion. “I am trusting you here. Please, please don’t kill my fake baby.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Isn’t it our fake baby?”

“Please do not let anything happen to our fake baby.”

“I won’t.” Zach said, and cautiously took the baby from your outstretched arms.

“Thank you.” You said, sagging in relief. “I gotta go, my parents are loading up the car as we speak.”

Sure enough, when Zach looked over, he saw Mrs. and Mrs. __l/n__ piling bags into the car. When they caught sight of you and Zach, the two women smiled and waved brightly before returning to their task.

“Wait,” Zach said, lightly wrapping a hand around your wrist. You turned around to look at him, eyebrow raised in confusion. “I do have one condition for taking the baby for a whole week.”

“Okay, what is it?” You asked, looking up at him.

A mischievous smile quirked the corners of his mouth up, and it only made him look even more (unfairly) attractive. “When we get back from our vacations, we are going to make Gray babysit this,” Zach gestured at the baby in his arms. “For a night, and we are going to go on a date.” At your slightly bewildered look, Zach continued, now sounding a little shy but trying to mask it with humor. “I mean, we already have a kid together, isn’t it time to go on a date?”

You smiled softly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Sounds awesome. I’ll see you in a week, Mitchell.”

“See you then, __l/n__.” Zach murmured, his smile softening as he watched you bound across the street.

“Don’t you dare let anything happen to m-our baby!” You called out before you climbed into your mothers’ car.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Zach tossed back, waving at you as your car pulled out of the driveway and down the road. Zach could already tell that he was going to miss you.

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“I let something happen to the baby.” Was the first thing Zach said when he showed up at your doorstep a week later. “I’m sorry.” He said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

Having heard about the Indominus Rex getting loose at Jurassic World, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“I don’t care, idiot!” You huffed, grabbing him by the strings of his hoodie and yanking him into your house. “Are you okay?” You asked and looked up at him worriedly, scanning his face for any signs of injury.

“I’m fine, promise.” He said soothingly, and you threw your arms around his neck.

“I was so worried about you and Gray when I saw what happened on the news.” You mumbled, clutching onto Zach tightly. “I was panicking pretty much all week.” You admitted and nuzzled closer to Zach as he chuckled.

“You are adorable.” Zach said, and you hid your blush in his shoulder. “Hey,” Zach said, carefully pulling out of the embrace. “We still on for that date? We don’t even need to get Gray to babysit now.” Zach said hopefully.

You smiled at him, closing the distance between you and kissing him gently. One of Zach’s hands made its way to your face, cupping your cheek as he kissed you back softly. You felt a pleasant warmth spreading through your body everywhere Zach’s body was touching yours, until your whole body felt fuzzy and relaxed.

“Best way to say yes, ever.” Zach whispered, the words sending vibrations through your mouth as he spoke them again your lips.

You smiled and hooked a hand around his neck, kissing him once more before pulling away. “So, where do you want to go for our date?”

“Anywhere that doesn’t involve dinosaurs. Or babies because, you know, bad memories.” Zach said and pretended to shudder.

“Wanna go get a pizza and then come back here, or to your house, it doesn’t matter, and watch a movie or something? I mean, we could go out but I’m honestly a little paranoid that dinosaurs are gonna pop up somewhere.”

Zach grinned at you. “Sounds perfect.”

———————————-

Zach’s hand sent tingles shooting up your arm as he wove his fingers through yours, and you couldn’t help the bright smile from unfurling across your face as you led him out the door of your house. The whole walk to the pizza place (which was only a ten minute walk from your house) was spent with Zach making stupid dinosaur jokes, and you leaning your head in his shoulder in an attempt to hide your laughter.

When you finally made it back to your house forty minutes later (you and Zach had to stop several times so you could catch your breath, his jokes were just so terrible), you and Zach had matching grins on your faces and two (now slightly cold) pizzas.

“Mama, mom, I’m home!” You called out, and your __h/c__ haired mother stepped out of the kitchen to greet you.

“Hey, honey.” She greeted, pressing a kiss to your forehead before raising an eyebrow at Zach. “Zach, right?” She asked, and when he nodded, she pulled him into a quick hug, to both of your surprise. “Did __y/n__ finally ask you out?” She questioned knowingly, and you groaned.

“Mom!” Just because you had had a crush on Zach ever since you moved into the house across the street from his and both your moms knew about it didn’t mean that Zach needed to.

After giving you a curious look, Zach spoke. “No, actually, I asked her out.”

You mom grinned. “Good for you!” She looked between the two of you, and then to the couch in your living room. “I’m just going to take this,” She said, opening one of the pizza boxes and grabbing four slices of pizza. “And then I’m going to leave you two alone. Have fun!” She called, and you could hear the joyful exclamation your mama made as your mom entered their bedroom and told her the good news.

“Finally?” Zach asked after a moment of silence, and you mumbled something unintelligible. “What was that?”

You glared at him and spoke sheepishly. “I’ve kind of had a huge crush on you since we moved in across the street from you.”

“You moved there two years ago!” Zach exclaimed, and you opened your mouth to speak, but Zach spoke again, his voice soft and gentle. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You always hung out with all these pretty girls at school, and I’m not even that self-conscious, but they were all, like, super model pretty.” You shrugged. “Not to mention that I’ve always had trouble speaking around really hot people.”

“I wish you would’ve told me.” Zach murmured, a hand moving to your cheek as he rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. “I would’ve asked you out sooner.”

You smiled and leaned into the touch. “Speaking of that, our pizza’s gonna get cold. Let’s actually eat some, yeah?”

Zach nodded and kissed the tip of your nose, before reopening the pizza box and picking up two slices. He handed one to you and kept one for himself, and as you sunk down onto your couch, Zach’s leg brushing against yours and some zombie movie playing off Netflix, you couldn’t help but think that you could get used to this.

End. <3 

7

This started as a really bad closet cosplay jake/makeup test and then turned into me putting flowers in my hair and flouncing around.

Safeguard

Bucky Barnes x reader
Imagine: you find Bucky beaten, battered, and bleeding right on your doorstep so you nurse him back to health.
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A/n: hehehe ^-^
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Genre: Fluff, romance
Rated: everyone
Warning: IT’S SO FLUFFEH! Swearing
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You were reading a book on your couch, in front of the fireplace when you heard a thump come from your door. Now, any sane person would ignore a noise at 12 am at night but you? You grabbed an gun, tiptoed to the door and looked out through a window. Seeing the coast was (apparently) clear, you put your handgun in the drawer beside the door and opened the hunk of wood. A groan sounded from on the steps and you gasped. There laid a man bleeding, groaning, and slipping from consciousness. You kicked into action, carefully dragging the man through your house and setting him in front of your fire to keep him warm. You huffed and whispered quietly.
“You’re a heavy one, man.”
Running up to your bathroom and getting medical supplies, you bounded back down stairs. You observed his clothing. It wasn’t really clothing but black armour and you noticed with a start the metal arm. Biting your lip, you slowly took off the mans vest and upper chest stuff, grimacing at the huge gash on his chest. You slowly stitched it up and wrapped bandages around his chest, blushing slightly.
“Who would do such a thing? You’re so beaten and bruised. You poor thing…”
You whispered to yourself, shaking your head. You wrapped the gash on his remaining arm. Suddenly, the metal hand shot up, grabbing your throat and you struggled to breath. The man asked viciously.
“Who are you?!”
He spied the bandages in your hand and his chest, noticing the half done bandages on his leg.
“I’m (y/n).”
“What am I doing here and what the fuck are you doing?”
You tapped his metal arm and he loosened his grip a bit. You took in the breath and explained.
“I found you bleeding out on my doorstep so I decided to patch you up and take care of you until you’re good to go.”
Slowly, the man let your neck go and you rubbed it, staring at him with an analytical gaze. He thanked.
“Thank you…sorry bout your neck…”
You chuckled and patted his metal shoulder before getting up.
“Don’t worry bout me. I’ve been through much, much worse. I’ll go make you some tea and something to eat if you’re hungry.”
Bucky looked up and nodded slowly. You walked into the kitchen and started boiling hot water, turning to the fridge and getting out a pack of sausages to fry. The man walked in and sat at the window looking into the kitchen and watched. You asked.
“What’s your name? I can’t call you ‘tall, dark, and slightly terrifying’ all the time.”
The man answered quietly with a short laugh.
“My name…my name is Bucky.”
You looked up, smiling.
“That’s cool. Are you ok, Bucky?”
He nodded and you gave a thumbs up. The kettle screamed, signaling it was done and you poured him a cup of tea. Handing the mug, sugar, and creamer to him, you asked.
“Who did that to you?”
Bucky was quiet, stirring in the essentials.
“…some people who don’t like me.”
You frowned and flipped over the sausages, saying.
“Well damn. You gave me the scare of my life earlier. Thought you were some weird guy knockin on my door.”
You chuckled nervously and picked up three sausages, putting them onto a plate and handing him a fork and knife.
“Here. Eat up.”
He took the food and you rubbed your eyes, yawning. Bucky asked.
“Is it possible if I can sleep here tonight?”
You smiled and waved him off.
“Stay as long as you want, there’s a guest bedroom across from my bedroom. I’ll show it to you when your done.”
Bucky nodded and thanked once more.
“Thank you…”
“Nah, it’s nothing. I don’t get alot of visitors so you’re the first person in a while to come to my door.”
Bucky nodded and finished off his sausage. He asked when you took his plate.
“Are you a nurse?”
You chuckled and replied.
“Went to medical school for four years, did some doctoring, but I’m not a certified nurse.”
You looked up, thinking.
“Well, I am but nursing isn’t my ideal job.”
“What is?”
You shrugged and said.
“Always wanted to be a writer. Show the things I see in my head to people outside of my crazy head.”
Bucky nodded and you patted his hand.
“You should get some sleep. Whoever you’re running from wouldn’t think about coming by this place.”
Bucky’s eyes widened and he asked.
“How’d you know…?
"Who the hell wears armour? I mean if that’s a new trend then I missed something. And the insignia on the chest and your arm. Don’t worry. You’re safe here, alright?”
You didn’t give him a chance to respond. You, instead, went to bed. Bucky watched your form walk away before looking into his tea.
“Wait…what did she mean by 'been through much much worse.’?”
-END-

C:

5

Look at my baby! It’s one of my most beloved books, but the cover molded years and years ago so it was in isolation for ages. I got rid of everything but the text block, which I restitched. I redid the whole spine, made a new cover with the title from the original cover, and re-covered it! It came out great, and I could not be more delighted to have it back in working order and good health.

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Your name and username.

Where you’re from.

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What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?

What’s the bug, that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?

What do you say to address a group of people?

Be a wizard or a vampire?

How old are you?

Is it cold where you are?

What is your favorite color?

What color are your eyes?

Do you have freckles?

When is your birthday?

What was the last thing you drank?

Would you rather: Have a million dollars or a million friends? Eat a taco or a quesadilla? Be a shark or an elephant?

What do you call gym shoes?

What do you call your grandparents?

What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

Choose a book and read a passage from it.

Do you think you have an accent?

Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

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ive never understood why ppl say asexual is an umbrella for other sexualities. like demisexual or lithosexual. like. i dont think any other sexuality is under an umbrella. its not like theyre just more specific types of bein asexual. theyre their own different sexuality. ive never seen anyone sayin that they was under the pan umbrella. why is it that these get even more ignored than others.

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT

here’s what im gonna do even tho its not self insert weekend anymore i dont think?? time is an illusion ok fuck everything

  • do some mock up sketches of outfits i wear regularly
    • i wear like the same four outfits im a fuckin cartoon character okay fuck we’re off topic here
    • get a feel for my “style” (watever the fuck it is)
    • pick out some nice silhouettes
    • translate into a weird ass mage outfit???
  • dick around until i figure out a pose
    • something that looks natural to me/what i’d do
    • fidgety hands??? yeah
    • shit posture
    • spacey face
    • gotta have that staff tho
    • something that shows off outfit a bit cuz i am working too fucking hard ok
  • mash that shit together into some sort of semi-cohesive piece
  • ?????
  • profit