lets run this back

anonymous asked:

hope john feels a bit better today!

Yes, he does!  Still very weak, but he ate two pieces of dry toast this morning, and that made me very happy.  He’s also talking again.  That is to say, grumping about the fuss I’m making.  

I told him that if he’s ill enough to have to go to hospital, then he’s ill enough to be fussed over, and I’m very sorry, but I have no intention of stopping.  He smiled then and let me give him a back rub and then run him a bath, so I think we’ve come to an understanding.

I’m hoping that if he is able to keep some more food down today, and get a lot of rest, he may be almost back to himself by tomorrow.  Still weak, and still in need of recovery time, of course, but perhaps ready to sit or lie on the sofa in the lounge, and watch some telly, or blog for awhile.  I’ve missed chatting with him here, odd as that may sound.

The Signs as Sylvia Plath Quotes


“Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
and I eat men like air.”
(Lady Lazarus)


“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
(The Bell Jar)


“I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?”
(The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)


“How frail the human heart must be -
a mirrored pool of thought. So deep
and tremulous an instrument
of glass that it can either sing,
or weep.”
(Letters Home)


“And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.”


“It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.”
(The Bell Jar)


“I am inhabited by a cry
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.” 


“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
(Letter to Richard Sassoon)


“I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited”
(The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)


“The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the past.”
(Letters Home)


“Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.”
(Crossing The Water)


“I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.”
(The Bell Jar)

yanno as i was exercising this morning i was thinking of all the ways in which my physical education program really sucked in school, like:

- we never did warm ups/cool down stretches (we did do a combo of crunches/push-ups at the beginning of class but nothing else)
- like, we did static stretching at the beginning of class & never did any at the end; it’s no goddamn wonder i never got any more flexible jfc
- we had the presidential fitness test every year and students were graded on how well they did but they never taught us how to improve in any of these areas
- i never touched weights until college (but was still expected to do a pull up)
- like, I was never taught how to run long distances… i was never even taught to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth to regulate breath while running; let alone that you needed to keep your shoulders back and relaxed and to be light on your feet l m a o
- but i was still expected to be able to run a full mile within a certain time period or else i was graded poorly 
-  one time my teacher actually called me out on being the last one to finish a mile and i was super embarrassed
- whenever we played a team sport the teachers would consistently pick the most popular kids in the class & allow them to always pick the same kids last because they didn’t give a shit about confidence building
- they also never taught any of the skills for these team sports so kids like me were consistently laughed at when we didn’t know how to throw a football or something
- basically PE was for the already fit and athletic kids in my school and the rest of us were just there because they had to have us there

and i wonder why i still have a weird relationship with physical fitness jfc

Being Negan’s daughter would include:

-Negan being super protective over you, his only thing to remember his late wife, your mother.

-Going on runs with your dad and him letting you take back whatever you wanted to The Sanctuary.

-Everyone in The Sanctuary bowing to you because you had just as much respect as your father did, no question about it.

-Simon being like a second father to you, Dwight like a brother, but no one would ever be as good as your dad.

-Negan putting you as his top priority, over his people, over his countless wives, over everything.

-Anyone who tries to harm you gets a swift greeting with Lucille.

-Negan allowing you to take the first swing.

-Cute father/daughter bonding moments where he tells you how much he loves you whilst holding you to his side.

-No man would ever be good enough for you in his eyes, to him you were an angel, and if anything were to try and take you away, it would break his heart.


First go at headcanons, let me know if you want anything else and I’ll happily cook something up.

Much love xoxo

½/2017 Today was one of the rare days that the temperature went below freezing in our area. It happens maybe twice a year, so all the animals forget it’s a thing, and are like, “Didn’t water used to be drinkable?” and stand around bonking their various noses and beaks in their water troughs confusedly.

I let the ducks out to free range and they attempted to jump in the pond and went skittering around sideways, with many angry quacks. Pond You Can Walk On is not their favorite.

After Operation Angry Duck Flail the peacocks were like, “Nope, today is stupid,” and they stood around in front of the henhouse door making the very fanciest of mopes until I let them back into the run and shut the door behind them to keep the stupid out.


Attention all you Steven Universe fans. I hear some people have been looking for gems for the Pearls and Diamonds. Well, my friend over at @rocketmanprops is pretty much a pro at making gems for Steven Universe characters. I’m actually planning on buying one of his Yellow Pearls myself. I figured i’d let everyone know that he’s back up and running and that you should totally get some beautiful gems from this guy.

You can find his whole list of gems and other things here

Look at the bottom center. I have watched season 8 so many times and I didn’t notice Castiel’s hand squeeze. He is doing that so he won’t hug Dean back. Because he’s about to run again. Because he knows Dean will want to find a way out but Cas doesn’t think he deserves to be free. Because if he lets himself hug Dean back, it will make separating again that much harder.
(Gif by @fucktoydean)

The musical would’ve been 10000% better if it was Gayer™

I’m talking like “What is this feeling” is about Elphaba’s disdain for Glinda’s classism and other bs while Glinda confronts her sexuality in the beginning of “college.” E. g. I want to kiss my roommate but she’s mad that I didn’t pick up my side of the room. But she’s so cute when she’s mad.

Fiyero “I Live In the Friendzone With my Other Friends (and I am Happier this way)” Tigelaar as Glinda’s wingman during dancing through life:

“No, Listen, I would get really jealous of I saw the person I liked with someone as perfect as they were.”
“I would too!”
“We’re so in sync let’s do this.”


the story goes that Elphaba Kidnapped Glinda but the reality of the situation is they are trying to sing As Long As You’re Mine but they can’t with each other’s tongues shoved down their throats

Elphaba sends Glinda back but before Glinda can go tell the world that Y'all Are Crazy That’s My Gf Elphaba FUCKING “DIES”

Glinda Forever Holding Onto Her Big Gay Secret


A Winmills Christmas- Day 4

Welcome to A Very Merry Winmills Christmas!

This is a challenge hosted by @waywardlullabies! I was given 12 prompts, one for each of the 12 days of Christmas. I have taken the prompts and turned them into a fluffy, smutty, feels-y love story about Sam Winchester and Jody Mills, and I hope you love them as much as I do! (Also, shout out to my loves @unadulteratedstorycollector and @littlegreenplasticsoldier for their general wonderfulness.)

Read Day 1 Day 2 Day 3

Day 4 prompt: Christmas lights and hot chocolate 

Warnings:  smut, a tiny bit of angst that gets resolved

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated on this one, guys! I hope you enjoy this Christmas gift from me to you! XOXO

Sam wakes up to Jody nuzzling against his chest. Her breath tickles the hair there, and she kisses a nonsense pattern over and over, until he runs a hand up her back, letting her know he’s awake.

Without a word, she rolls to her back, pulling Sam so that he’s on top of her, hips slotted against hers, the warm skin of her legs sliding over his as she pulls her knees up to trap him there.

Keep reading