last day was a good one

Monday Update

Monday weigh in #1: 206 lbs, down 2.

Saturday was our first day together at the pool. It was a lovely relaxed day and we managed zero sunburn - yay!

Saturday evening while walking the dog, I saw my first fireflies of the summer. We used to have hundreds in our old yard but sightings here are rarer, probably because the landscapers spray more. Still it’s one of my favorite things about evenings outside here in the US.

Running is progressing slowly. Restarting/recommitting is both wonderful (because running) and horrible, because what once was so easy is now so hard. But it’s good to be back out there.

Last night we had a lot of much needed rain, and the humidity today is dialed up to eleven. It’s supposed to be wet until Wednesday but as long as it doesn’t interfere with my running this week, it’s AOK with me!

Alright people - make it a great week!

anonymous asked:

I really admire your writing a lot. It has such good structure and flow and is easy to read. You have such a skill with it. I look forward to reading more of your writing

:D Thank you very much.

I try to structure my writing in a way that is easy to understand with beats.

Every paragraph represents actions that happen more or less at the same time, or the sequence of how they take place doesn’t matter much. A paragraph can describe a character saying one line of dialogue, or doing a few simple actions, or how they spent the last few days. It doesn’t matter much how much time in-universe those actions took, as long as in the context of the reader they progress the plot in an easy to understand way.

Then, the next paragraph describes all of the actions that took place after the previous paragraph. Whether it be the response to the previous line of dialogue, or the actions that follow from the consequences of what happened before. Again, it doesn’t matter much how long it took in-universe as long as the passage of time from the previous paragraph to this one is clear.

oya-art4  asked:

Hey Hun, I'm not sure if my ask got lost, if I forgot to send it, or if I'm just being that clingy follower (sorry if its the last one). But I was wondering about one of the Voltron Family kids being in an abusive relationship. Like not romantically, but a friend abusing the Shirogane name. Like, "you have the money, so why not?", "Take it. Your Dad wont care", "steal the wallet, no biggy". I know its a bit dark, but with that much money and good kids, I feel like it is bound to happen.

It hasn’t gotten lost. 

It’s just I can’t answer prompts immediately. I try not to flood so i publish once a day. I still have 80+ prompts in my inbox that I haven’t answered yet. 

But in regards to yours, there’s a similar one wherein Lance was hanging out with the wrong crowd and he stole money from Keith and Shiro, and well, things got pretty bad

Keith and Shiro don’t take shit from anyone who treats their kids like shit. 

Maybe My Last Twin Peaks Comment For The Day

I LOVE that Lynch dropped 4 episodes on us now, but the rest are going to come one at a time from here on out. 

I love to digest art. Waiting is good for you.

I started a new game. Instead of sitting around, feeling bad about my disability when i can barely pick up my pen, we look at apartments in japan and use google maps to find the building, and then walk around the neighborhood on street view. This is an amazingly fun game (especially when you accidentally find “Dog Wiz: happy forest”), or the very drunk google car captures people doing wheelies. Yeah, we’re total weaboo’s, we own it. 

Like usual, im going to throw my “sorry for the insane delays” disclaimer out there, this has been a really rough rainy season thus far, since the barometer has been all over the place, which is usually a good indicator that im about to go through another one of “those” days. I wanted to get 10 sketches done a day, like i did last year, but it seems that more than 3 is pushing it pretty hard, and on some days, its just not an option. 

Somedays the stars align and I get a ton done, and it takes 3-4 days to recover from one of those days. Imagine that you went to work on monday, had a normal day, and couldnt move your body from fatigue and pain till thursday, you went back to work on thursday, and couldnt go back till monday. It would put a serious dent in your wallet, and probably super piss your boss off, and they would probably find a reason to “let you go”. Im lucky that you guys haven’t let me go yet.

This is Silver! He’s one of my oldest OCs, though I’m not sure quite when I made him, but maybe 3rd gradish? He was originally named Reflecto and was a mirror-type gym leader. Don’t ask me about mirror-type cuz I didn’t do anything with it, I just thought it sounded cool xDD I eventually renamed him Silver (and when I made an Ace Attorney universe i gave him the last name Ware.) I only just decided he was a trans man, when deciding which ocs to pick for this month. He seemed like a fitting choice to me. He’s chill, kind of meek, and he’ll do anything for his older sister Tara (which isn’t always good, Tara’s pretty morally dubious :O) He’s irritated by children, though. Oh and at 5′2, he’s one of my shortest adult male characters XD

Day 142/365


here r some photobooth selfies from varying points this year. (first photo was from the first day of my college orientation - last photo was about 5 minutes ago)

this was an interesting lil journey…. u guys decide…. have i changed?


The mattress is arriving today, and my shelf thingy is also here so I can put it together and start unpacking stuff…if the cats stop climbing all over it ;u; One is sitting on my lap as I type this and she keeps headbutting me. So in the next few days, I should have everything unpacked! Yay!

I also got a call about a job like right as soon as I got out of the shower this morning because they were calling out about applications to ask some questions (I literally just applied last night so good on pet supplies plus for being on top of things), so I literally took this phone call….about a job….while completely naked. I was trying not to laugh like the whole time, but so far things sound good and hopefully they’ll call me back about an interview!

Job = cosplay money & travel money & college money 

So if this works out, I’ll be back writing sooner than planned. Love you guys!

8 for 8
Answer 8 questions, tag 8 people.

tagged by bot the lovely  @belegsghost and @hobbitsesofbree :D

  • Last movie I watched: The Prince of Egypt (again….)
  • Last song I listened to: We know the Way (from the moana soundtrack)
  • Last book I read: The Hanging Tree by Ben Aaronovitch
  • Last thing I ate: ice cream, because i’m such an adult
  • Where would you like to time travel to: ooooooooooo SUCH A GOOD QUESTION (everywhere)
  • Fictional character I would hang out with for a day: Peggy Carter <3
  • If I could be anywhere right now where would I be: on a beach
  • Current fandom obsession: aside from the constant ones like tolkien star wars and dragon age atm

i’m tagging: everyone who wants to do this :D

| Margarita - One Shot |

Summary: Bucky goes to get a coffee, this simple action sparks deep and old memories from his past. - One Shot.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (OC)

Words: 2096

A/U: I have to plan four lessons, study for two tests, and instead of doing any of that, I wrote this idea that I had. It’s my first attempt at angst. I don’t know how good it turned out, but I do hope you like it and leave feedback if possible!


It’s the first day of winter, but the weather had been lowering for weeks now. For Bucky, it felt like every year, the winters were colder and lasted longer. That it’s why he decided to take a detour on his way to the Avengers tower and get a cup coffee.

Something about the barista caught his eyes. Her tall, slender, frame, brown skin and chocolate hair tied up on a bun called for a memory he couldn’t quite reach. A memory of the old days; when his hair was shorter, and the days warmer. He pushed his thoughts aside and gave her his order.

“The first cup of coffee on the first day of winter,” the girl smiled, Bucky’s eyes darted to hers, and beyond, the memories enfolding. him, transporting him to her

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When you get this, please reply with five things that make you happy, then send it to the ten last people in your notifications! <3 (No forcing, only if you want to, either way I hope you had a good day!)             

Whew, okay, this one I can answer:-)

Happy things….

Traveling: I love to go new places and have adventures and experience new cultures. It’s stressful a little too at first but once I am there at my destination I feel so alive and happy.

Climbing along a rocky ocean shore: Collecting rocks and sea glass, the briny ocean wind fresh and wild blowing by me as the gulls sing high in the air.

Music: Music has the ability to create emotion. It can make you grieve, or it can scare you in just a few tinkling notes. It can also make you smile as the notes trip along brightly.

Stationary stores especially Japanese ones: I adore blank books and pens and pencils. I look at them and see so much opportunity for creativity, the blank books just waiting to be drawn in.

Fall: The still warm sun shining through a rainbow of multicolored leaves. The air smells fresh with only a hint of the cold to come. The season for apples and cider and long walks through leaf littered trails in the waning light of the day.


I love all the prompts I got. Thank you everyone for sending them! You’re all beautiful people for helping me find inspiration and keep writing. The last few days, have been rough, just as well as the next few ones probably will be. I’m not ignoring you, your requests, or suggestions. I’m just not in a good place to write as much as I usually do. 🤕

Guuuys, I just finished reading @clairesail‘s Queen of Angels! It was so, so good! I actually went out and read the last few chapters by the Strahov Monastery because ~atmosphere~ (only it was a sunny spring day and real life Strahov isn’t much like in AoD :D).

I can’t really go into details because that would be spoilers galore for anyone who didn’t read it yet (though really I feel like the last one XD ) but the story is just great - it’s fast paced without being rushed, it has consistent and in-character characterization (if there even is any canon characterization, such as for Rouzic or Morgau, so for them I can only say consistent and well developed for thier parts), it has many moments that really feel like being in a Tomb Raider game, it has great fights and a satisfying ending. Although the announced sequel is more than welcome! :)

Just a… slightly spoilerish thing… Last time I said that Morgau is adorable and then countered basically with “lol j/k”. Well I still wouldn’t say that Morgau is adorable, per se, but… I can’t agree with “crazy bitch” anymore either. Just… Morgau T_T

In short, if you didn’t read Queen of Angels yet, do. Just do.

I can't tell if I'm disappointed or annoyed.

You know, I spend 95% of my life in awe of how open, enlightened, and how up with the times my parental units are.

Then every once in a while one of them will say something so bloody asinine that I just sit there and say the hell just happened here and who the fuck is this person.

Conversation just happened as follows. (At 3 bloody o clock in the morning since we are on opposite coasts)

(Had wished the minis good luck on their last three days of school)

Mom: you are going to have to buy some nair or neet or something
Me: huh…. Well hi to you to.
Mom: hi. I’m serious you need to get some nair or neet and show her how to use it.
Me: show who?
Mom: (insert daughter name)
Me: huh…. wait why do I HAVE to do that

Mom: well if not then you have to show her how to shave under her arms….
Me: what? Why? Oh this is a your generational thing.
Mom: I know you seem to think everything is my generation or because im old but ….
Me: wait a second. It IS your generation.
Mom: it isn’t.

Me: yeah mom it is. Women in my age bracket only do it if they want to.. in her age bracket hardly anyone does anymore.
Mom: so what she is never going to wear tank tops or strapless dresses?
Me: what the… The hell ARE you talking about. She will wear whatever she damn well pleases when she wants. If that means a wife beater and boy jeans too so be it.
Mom: so you just want to set her up to be teased?

Me: the hell are you talking about. People in her generation just don’t care. See this is why you need to be on social media more and interact with young people. Women don’t just run out to rid their bodies of body hair if they don’t want to.
Mom: then you saying it okay for her to get teased.
Me: no I’m saying most girls in her generation just don’t care. It’s like makeup. Women that want to wear it, women that don’t want to don’t, and they wear whatever the fuck the want.

Mom: women have to shave to wear…
Me: oh Yeah? Who wrote that law?
Mom: huh
Me: who stated that women HAD to do anything like shaving to wear certain things.
Mom: well it’s what’s done.
Me: no mom. That’s your generation. About half the women in mine dont. And even less in my brothers. And even less now. It’s a choice. Not a requirement. Women wear what the fuck the want. Hairy arms, legs and arm pits. In fact the tend is for men to be hairless and women to be hairy.

I am seriously floored that we even had this conversation. 😞😞😞😞 in 2017.

Now I’m wondering if she missed that whole conversation about the child being gender fluid. 😕😕😕😯😯😯

anonymous asked:

Any more kitty!seb?

To be absolutely honest, that particular fic got called out by one of my Awful Anons from the other day as one example of my writing being both terrible and out of character, so I haven’t felt super-motivated to work on it.

We’ll see how today goes. I’m writing (well, editing last semester’s) final exam to give my kids tomorrow, and also taking Evil Demon Cat to the vet again, and we’ll see what I feel like after all that, as far as writing energy and what feels good.

Via GMB Akash

“I never told my children what was my job. I never wanted them to feel shame because of me. When my youngest daughter asked me what I did. I used to tell her hesitantly, I was a labourer. Before I went to home I used to take bathe in public toilet so they did not get any hint of the work I was doing. I wanted my daughters to send to school, to educate them. I wanted them to stand with dignity in front of people. I never wanted anyone look down at them like everyone looked down at me. People always humiliated me. I invested every penny of my earning for my daughters’ education. I never bought a new shirt, used the money instead for buying books for them. Respect, which is all I wanted them to earn for me. I was a cleaner. The day before the last date of my daughter’s college admission, I could not manage to get her admission fees. I could not work that day. I was sitting beside the rubbish, was trying hard to hide my tears. I was unable to work that day. All my coworkers were looking at me but no one came to speak. I was failed, heartbroken and I had no idea how to face my daughter who would ask me about the admission fees once I back to home. I am born poor. Nothing good can happen with a poor person that was my belief. After work all cleaners came to me, sat beside and asked if I considered them as brothers. Before I could answer they handed their one day income in my hand. When I was refusing everyone they confronted by saying, ‘We will starve today if needed but our daughter has to go to college.’ I cannot reply them. That day I did not take shower. That day I went to house like a cleaner. My daughter is going to finish her University very soon. Three of them do not let me to work anymore. She has a part time job and three of them do tuition. But often she took me to my working place. Feed all my coworkers along me. They will laugh and ask her why she feed them so often. My daughter told them, ‘All of you starve for me that day so I can become what I am today, pray for me that I can feed you all, every day.‘ Now a days I do not feel, I am a poor man. Whoever has such children, how he can be poor. ”

- Idris


these r bad, but there u go 👌


Bug of the Day

OMG, look at this adorable hummingbird clearwing (Hemaris thysbe)! How is this squee-worthy beastie not a Pokemon??? I had it in the fridge yesterday so I could get a few good photographs, including the ones above. Today it was finally sunny out so I let it go outside. It sat on my fingers for a long time and then suddenly took off up into the sky like a little fighter jet.

@biomechabird It was only in the fridge for a few hours, til I could photograph it. I think it would last a few days in the fridge, depends on the species. Seems kind of cruel to keep them there that long though…

Ya girl is back with some head canons because the last one went pretty well so let’s try this out.

Sunday mornings/sundays with the OTP.

•spending all morning in bed doing absolutely nothing besides watching bad TV and marveling at each other

•lazy morning sex

•sunday pancakes with one half of the OTP cooking and the other half commenting on the others ass as they cook.

•"yeah babe you show that pancake it’s your bitch"
“I can’t with you.”

•lazy days in pjs sprawled out on the couch watching movies

•"I’m too tired to moovveee"
“I’m not carrying you.”

•staying in bed all day, refusing to leave for anything but food and the bathroom.

•being grossly in love and happy with each other’s company.

•person A) “You look so amazing, I can’t be anymore in love with you it’s impossible” Person B: *just woke up, hairs a disaster, has syrup on their face, drinking coffee angrily* “Are you blind?” “Blinded by love” “You’re too dramatic for your own good… but I guess I love you too”

•kisses all the time, seriously, just lots of sloppy kissing on the couch, in bed, making lunch just these assholes are in LOVEEE ok.

•along with sex, there’s a healthy dose of just talking, enjoying each other’s company, doing stuff as normal as cleaning the house becomes some dramatic declaration of love.

Add more if you like!