just like sunday

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“I don’t believe it,” She said flatly. […]

“He asked me not to tell you–to let him be your only father–as long as he lived. After that, he said, it was up to me.” I swallowed, licking dry lips.

“I owed him that,” I said. “Because he loved you. But now Frank’s dead–and you have a right to know who you are.”

indiepunkloser  asked:

I think i'm asking a little early, I forgot the date but I just wanted to know if your surgery went well? I figure you'll make a post about it but I just wanted to know if you're doing okay. Anyways if this is pre-op good luck and if it's post op I hope things went well. much love I hope you get back to full health soon!!!

Tomorrow will be a week exactly since I went into surgery. The surgery finished almost an hour early, roughly 4 hours total. I lost almost a litre of blood but I didn’t need any blood transfusions, thank God. The tumor was also bigger than I thought it was, a bit bigger than my actual kidney. 

The first day was very rough; they tried to make me walk and I blacked out and threw up. The second day I was unable to urinate on my own for 6+ hours so I was stuck on a catheter for 2 days. Luckily by Sunday I was able to go on my own. They allowed me to go home on Sunday afternoon, but after removing my drainage tube from my side I got a fever that night of 101.5 degrees and couldn’t move/breathe well. There was fluid in my lungs too, but I think I fended off pneumonia for the most part by practicing the spiromiter thing. I was told to call the hospital if I had a fever or anything but I chose to sleep and drink water instead. My fever went away a couple days ago.

I can’t sleep long hours and still am in constant pain. My parents bought me a walker to walk to the bathroom when I need to, and I went to the hospital today to see my surgeon. He is giving me more pain meds and muscle relaxers to help me sleep at night. Luckily he told me the tumor was tested and wasn’t cancerous, though since I’m so young there’s a chance I’ll develop one on my liver or my kidney again in my lifetime. For now I’m not going to worry about it.

Thank you guys for all the prayers and kind thoughts. They helped a lot while I was in the hospital, and still help as I’m continuing to recover. Hopefully in a week I can move and get up by myself. For now I’m playing it by ear.

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first batch of fashion folder jojo rqs w/ some ladies!!

Why the frick is every. single. march. on SATURDAY?

Like y’all know that Sabbath-observant Jews (*coughs* LIKE ME) are completely excluded, right??

Unless we live within walking distance (*coughs* WHICH I DO NOT) then we can’t travel to them on Sabbath.

IT’S PISSING ME OFF.

IT WOULD BE NICE IF A SINGLE MARCH WOULD BE INCLUSIVE FOR SABBATH-OBSERVANT JEWS SO WE CAN SHOW PUBLIC SUPPORT FOR CAUSES WE CARE ABOUT TOO.

“Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream” she said
“The one that makes me laugh” she said
And threw her arms around my neck

Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I’ll run away with you
I’ll run away with you

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
Why are you so far away, she said
Why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you
That I’m in love with you

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You’re just like a dream
You’re just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes

And found myself alone, alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and lonely
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven

“Where is the Colonel anyway?” “ Not here… He’s probably infiltrating central command as we speak. ”

@the-backspin-alchemist​ requested : Something Maria Ross Related

Oh, look at that...

I’ve had this in my head for two or three days and I just had to write it. Not my best work, I’ll admit but I nneeeeeded to write it and post it so here ya go! Also a(n unintentional) Sunday Ficnic for the Voltron discord I’m a part of.

Huge thanks to these blogs who have been such a great inspiration to me: @taylor-tut,
@whump-dump,
@toosicktoocare,
@outtacommission

Y’all are the greatest.​

The castle was no stranger to explosions. Nor was Lance. Lance seemed to have horrible luck when it came to the castle and explosions. Note to self: Next time Pidge wants to show off a new invention, wear armor. He groaned as he sat up slightly, aches making themselves known throughout his body. Coughing from his teammates echoed in the room as the smoke began to clear.

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Six Sentence Sunday (6/11/17)

“Had a bit of a revelation today,” Molly said, interrupting Sherlock’s train of thought as he gazed through the lenses of the microscope.

“I kept wondering and wondering…why I can’t manage to let you go,” she stated calmly, which naturally ended his interest in the sample he’d been studying and turned his stunned gaze to her instead.

“It’s awfully simple once I really thought about it; everything we’ve been through over the years and why my heart keeps coming back to you…over and over and over again,” she explained, her expression noticeably serene and strong.

Sherlock’s heart pounded, because in some way or another he could see what was coming and it frightened him a little to know that his world was about to be turned upside down. She must have seen that, because Molly gave him a smile of affection and understanding as she gently spoke the words of truth that Sherlock anticipated before they left her lips.

“It’s because you can’t let me go either.”

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sheithy inktobers from twitter ✒️✨

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“Crowds began to collect in the great amphitheater early in the morning. The streets leading to Notre-Dame were thronged. Every window in all the lofty buildings around, and every balcony, was full. From ten to twelve the military bands began to arrive, and the long procession was formed, the different parties being dressed in various picturesque costumes. The ambassadors of various foreign potentates were present, each bearing their appropriate insignia. The legate of the pope, magnificently dressed, had an attendant bearing before him a cross of massive gold. The bridegroom, Francis the dauphin, followed this legate, and soon afterward came Mary, accompanied by the king. She was dressed in white. Her robe was embroidered with the figure of the lily, and it glittered with diamonds and ornaments of silver. As was the custom in those days, her dress formed a long train, which was borne by two young girls who walked behind her. She wore a diamond necklace, with a ring of immense value suspended from it, and upon her head was a golden coronet, enriched with diamonds and gems of inestimable value.”
                                                                                    – Jacob Abbott, Mary Queen of Scots

Other teachers are always talking about how they wake up early even on breaks because they’re just ~so adjusted~ to their work wake-up schedule

And I’m over here still awake at 3 in the morning after completely ruining any semblance of a sleep schedule in like 3 days.

Six Sentence Sunday

“Oh God, please tell me that wasn’t some sort of experiment,” Molly gasped, still holding tight to Sherlock’s coat collar after pulling away from their heated kiss.

“Would you be very angry if I told you that it was?” Sherlock questioned sincerely.

Her response was hesitant, long engrained doubt still visible in her shining brown eyes. “I- I guess that depends on the, um…results.”

“The results are that I’ve now conclusively proven what it is that I need,” he answered while gazing back at her, grasping her face as if holding a precious treasure in his hands.

“And what I need is you.”

Six Sentence Sunday

“Ugh, when he grabs your face to move in on the kiss!” Mary gushed, scrunching her shoulders up in a pleasant sigh.

“And oh God, the hair ruffle as he locks eyes with me!” Molly said, clutching her heart. “How can shaking off bits of glass be that sexy anyway?!”

“To say nothing of the look he gives you on his way out the door, which borders on obscene!” Mary added with a giggle.

Sherlock’s voice suddenly boomed from the other room, making the two women jump and quickly shut the laptop.

“Are you two looking at fan art on Anderson’s blog again?!”

Belle/Adam and children

alternative title: I Can’t Believe My First Proper Contribution To A Fandom After So Many Years Is Fucking Disney Headcanons

also, this got really out of hand. still.. enjoy?

- Belle doesn’t want to have children for another ten years, and that makes everyone, literally everyone in the village Upset™ (bc nothing, even a thought goes unnoticed in a village, apparently) [okay, her father isn’t upset, but he doesn’t really get it either]

-  Adam does want to have children, but he understands Belle and respects her wish – he thinks she’ll make a marvellous mother (he’s seen her plenty around children) once she’s ready

- and besides, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to give his children all the love he wants to give them; he’s not afraid of turning into his father anymore, now that he has Belle, but he’s terrified of not being enough

- Belle figures that out after a while, and even though it breaks her heart, it also makes her even more determined to show him just how happy he makes her, their friends, their people

- (on that note, Adam definitely has a praise kink)

- (but he enjoys praising Belle - and watching her reaction - as well? basically their communication during sex is A+, 10/10, would recommend)

-  but anyway, as effective contraception was basically non-existent as a term back then, and despite their being bright and well-read and everything (Belle a genius, even), there isn’t a solution they could come up with that would really work

-  (besides not having sex at all, obviously, but knowing themselves that’s so impossible/ridiculous a thought they don’t even say it out loud, just dismiss it for good)

- so Belle ends up visiting the Enchantress, despite their shared mistrust

-  ..and they have this amazingly thorough and comforting talk; by the end of it Belle is visibly more open and more forgiving

-  the Enchantress gives Belle the herbal+magical equivalent of a birth control pill basically, and they part on relatively good terms

-  but now Belle just wants to have sex all the time, which is really adorable/very hard to resist if you ask Adam

-  of course he knows she’s done something, and as Belle won’t tell him what’s this sudden, miraculous ’solution’, he can’t help but worry

-  she gets so annoyed she just kind of blurts it out one morning, and immediately regrets it

-  Adam goes from mildly worried to full-on panicking in about two minutes; he isn’t loud or dramatic for once – he becomes uncharacteristically quiet, and he looks so, so lost and afraid

-  Belle tries to convince him that it’s fine, everything is fine and the Enchantress wouldn’t have a ’reason’ to curse him/them this time – but it sounds really half-hearted the more desperate and guilty she becomes (he’s looking at her with big blue eyes, and when she moves to draw him into her arms, he’s shaking, holding onto her as if someone was to take her away if he let her go)

- that night, he kisses her, stroking her back as if she was the porcelain doll she very much isn’t, and refuses to do anything else – he doesn’t sleep a wink, either

- the next day there are as many as six physicians in the castle, and Belle huffs and grits her teeth in annoyance, but lets them examine her, looking for any physical sign of a curse

- they don’t find anything, and Belle nearly cries at Adam’s joyous, relieved expression when she tells him

- weeks pass, and although they are still just as affectionate as before, there’s this hesitation, unsureness between them that Belle hates more than anything – she can see Adam doesn’t like it, either

- she decides she’s had enough after a month of this, takes a deep breath, and tells Adam she’s ready to have children after all, they needn’t be that careful

- Adam knows it’s not entirely untrue, but also sees that stubbornly set jaw, that brave, upturned face, and decides to visit the Enchantress himself

- he comes back only slightly less terrified, but he kisses her palm and folds her fingers around the small vial, and Belle feels his trust heavy and sweet in that palm as he leans down to kiss her properly

- things grow.. easier in the next few years, between them and the Enchantress

- however, it’s not until the birth of their first child, healthy and perfect, that the last traces of worry fade from Adam’s eyes

- he still insists on co-sleeping with the baby (at least until Belle has recovered), and Belle, utterly in love with the child and now feeling confident enough to be a parent her mother would be proud of, agrees