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7 months on Testosterone

…and another “complaint”. My dress shirts don’t fit as well as they used to. I mean… it’s because my shoulders are a lot broader and my neck and traps are bigger….. but like still. There’s all these weird folds and it’s a little restricting to move around in and the waist is still too big
But im cheap as hell and am not buying any clothes unless i need to so cover the weird folds with a vest and ur good 2 go 👌👌

franciskinloch  asked:

"im in love with you" // lams ♡ (u totally dont have to if u dont wanna)

Alexander was the only one still working this late, the General was awake, but the other aides had long ago gone to bed. He could hear Washington’s pacing, but other than that, the sole sound was the scratching of his quill.

A hand settled on his shoulder and Alexander jumped in his seat, drawing a line across the page. He looked up to find John Laurens staring down at him, a grin on his handsome face.

“There you are,” John said. “I figured I’d find you here.”

The candlelight played off John’s eyes in a way that was almost enchanting. Alexander smiled back. “Where else would I be?”

He looked back down at the letter, and sighed when he noticed the line. John put a hand on his shoulder and said, “leave it ‘till morning. We both know you work harder than anyone else.”

“Very well,” Alexander said, feeling the exhaustion wash over him. “Why are you still awake?”

John pulled the chair Alexander was sitting in back, the legs scraping across the floor. “I was waiting up for you.”

“And why would you do that?” Alexander asked.

The hand on his shoulder pressed down, a firm pressure. “Because,” John said. “For some reason, I’ve found that I’m in love with you.”

Warmth spread through Alexander’s chest. “I’ve also found myself to be in love with you.”

It was these quiet moments that made Alexander realize he was the happiest he had ever been in his life. John’s hand shifted, hand going to his collar, thumb grazing the side of his neck. 

“You know,” John whispered. “No one else is awake except Washington. We’re practically alone. With an entire room to ourselves.”

“And what are we going to do with an entire room to ourselves?” Alexander asked.

John chuckled, and started to play with Alexander’s cravat. “Oh,” John said. “I can think of a few things.”

// super sappy prompts // ko-fi

anonymous asked:

Whsts the backstory on a song of fire and ice?

The war was over.

It wasn’t any great feat of the nations, or even a heroic reappearance of the Avatar like she’d once dreamed— it’d been a betrayal, then a treaty. A treaty sealed by a marriage proposal, with herself caught up in the delicate print scrawling the white Fire Nation parchment.

She’d read it again and again when her father presented it, crumbled the edges between her fingers, memorized her husband-to-be’s perfect penmanship.

He was a detailed man, a wise man, sometimes a daring man, though never unreasonable— that’s what she learned in his letters, in the straight lines he made across the page. In the occasional smudges, the faint stamp made by the side of his hand smearing wet ink, she gleaned a past wrought with mistakes, regrets, a life he’d rather keep hidden… though, it likely haunted his steps.

She’d told her father she didn’t want to do it. She didn’t want this king with his secrets, with his life of fire. How could he sell her to a man they didn’t know beyond words on paper? Beyond the rumors that he’d killed his own father?

He’d told her she hardly had any choice. The Water Tribes had united under him; he was the Head Chieftain, she was his daughter. She’d marry this ruler in the West, carry out the terms of the treaty to save the world from more destruction.

JUST IN: Pres. Obama releases statement on new Senate health care bill:

“Our politics are divided. They have been for a long time. And while I know that division makes it difficult to listen to Americans with whom we disagree, that’s what we need to do today.

I recognize that repealing and replacing the Affordable Care Act has become a core tenet of the Republican Party. Still, I hope that our Senators, many of whom I know well, step back and measure what’s really at stake, and consider that the rationale for action, on health care or any other issue, must be something more than simply undoing something that Democrats did.

We didn’t fight for the Affordable Care Act for more than a year in the public square for any personal or political gain – we fought for it because we knew it would save lives, prevent financial misery, and ultimately set this country we love on a better, healthier course.

Nor did we fight for it alone. Thousands upon thousands of Americans, including Republicans, threw themselves into that collective effort, not for political reasons, but for intensely personal ones – a sick child, a parent lost to cancer, the memory of medical bills that threatened to derail their dreams.

And you made a difference. For the first time, more than ninety percent of Americans know the security of health insurance. Health care costs, while still rising, have been rising at the slowest pace in fifty years. Women can’t be charged more for their insurance, young adults can stay on their parents’ plan until they turn 26, contraceptive care and preventive care are now free. Paying more, or being denied insurance altogether due to a preexisting condition – we made that a thing of the past.

We did these things together. So many of you made that change possible.

At the same time, I was careful to say again and again that while the Affordable Care Act represented a significant step forward for America, it was not perfect, nor could it be the end of our efforts – and that if Republicans could put together a plan that is demonstrably better than the improvements we made to our health care system, that covers as many people at less cost, I would gladly and publicly support it.

That remains true. So I still hope that there are enough Republicans in Congress who remember that public service is not about sport or notching a political win, that there’s a reason we all chose to serve in the first place, and that hopefully, it’s to make people’s lives better, not worse.

But right now, after eight years, the legislation rushed through the House and the Senate without public hearings or debate would do the opposite. It would raise costs, reduce coverage, roll back protections, and ruin Medicaid as we know it. That’s not my opinion, but rather the conclusion of all objective analyses, from the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office, which found that 23 million Americans would lose insurance, to America’s doctors, nurses, and hospitals on the front lines of our health care system.

The Senate bill, unveiled today, is not a health care bill. It’s a massive transfer of wealth from middle-class and poor families to the richest people in America. It hands enormous tax cuts to the rich and to the drug and insurance industries, paid for by cutting health care for everybody else. Those with private insurance will experience higher premiums and higher deductibles, with lower tax credits to help working families cover the costs, even as their plans might no longer cover pregnancy, mental health care, or expensive prescriptions. Discrimination based on pre-existing conditions could become the norm again. Millions of families will lose coverage entirely.

Simply put, if there’s a chance you might get sick, get old, or start a family – this bill will do you harm. And small tweaks over the course of the next couple weeks, under the guise of making these bills easier to stomach, cannot change the fundamental meanness at the core of this legislation.

I hope our Senators ask themselves – what will happen to the Americans grappling with opioid addiction who suddenly lose their coverage? What will happen to pregnant mothers, children with disabilities, poor adults and seniors who need long-term care once they can no longer count on Medicaid? What will happen if you have a medical emergency when insurance companies are once again allowed to exclude the benefits you need, send you unlimited bills, or set unaffordable deductibles? What impossible choices will working parents be forced to make if their child’s cancer treatment costs them more than their life savings?

To put the American people through that pain – while giving billionaires and corporations a massive tax cut in return – that’s tough to fathom. But it’s what’s at stake right now. So it remains my fervent hope that we step back and try to deliver on what the American people need.

That might take some time and compromise between Democrats and Republicans. But I believe that’s what people want to see. I believe it would demonstrate the kind of leadership that appeals to Americans across party lines. And I believe that it’s possible – if you are willing to make a difference again. If you’re willing to call your members of Congress. If you are willing to visit their offices. If you are willing to speak out, let them and the country know, in very real terms, what this means for you and your family.

After all, this debate has always been about something bigger than politics. It’s about the character of our country – who we are, and who we aspire to be. And that’s always worth fighting for.”

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Once, when Adam had still lived in the trailer park, he had been pushing the lawn mower around the scraggly side yard when he realized that it was raining a mile away. He could smell it, the earthy scent of rain on dirt, but also the electric, restless smell of ozone. And he could see it: a hazy gray sheet of water blocking his view of the mountains. He could track the line of rain travelling across the vast dry field towards him. It was heavy and dark, and he knew he would get drenched if he stayed outside. It was coming from so far away that he had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. Instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. Even at the last minute, as he heard the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. He closed his eyes and let the storm soak him.

That was this kiss. They kissed again. Adam felt it in more than his lips.

the raven king // maggie stiefvater

starryklance  asked:

you wanna uhhhhhhh gimme some broganes headcanons 👀

uuuuh do I EVER? Keith is Shiro’s adopted brother:

  • small Keith wants to do cool shit like set off bottle rockets and burn ants with Shiro’s magnifying glass but Takashi “this astrophysics textbook is my only love” Shirogane is *tiny child voice* too buuussssyyy
  • Really though Shiro enabled Keith a little too much when they were kids. 
    • You wanna drive the ATV on the road (illegal) at the age of 6? You go for it buddy
    • “Yeah mom I drove Keith to school on my bike. Yeah, he just sat in the basket. I know he’s like 12. He wanted to.”
  • Shiro loves Keith unconditionally but that doesn’t mean he was an asshole older brother at times
    • totally put coolaid in Keith’s shampoo but it wasn’t too bad since Keith’s hair is so dark
    • So the next time he put Nair in instead
    • Keith cried, Shiro got grounded for 3 weeks, it was totally worth it, and now Keith keeps his hair Unnecessarily long due to Fear
  • Shiro, who has only ever watched Star Wars and Interstellar, trying to impress his crush: Oh you love the Diehard series? Me too!
    • Keith, a Diehard fan, who knows Shiro is lying, like a liar: really? what’s your favorite part?
    • Shiro, sweating, through clenched teeth while pointedly looking at Keith: The shoot offs
    • Keith: boy, how suspiciously vague
  • Keith loves scaring the everloving fuck outta Shiro while he’s doing his eyeliner so he draws a line across his entire face
    • Shiro does not enjoy this
  • Related, Keith let Shiro do his make up 1 (one) time and Shiro was so touched by this display of trust that he cried
  • When Shiro was a student at the Garrison and Keith was still at their parents’ house, he’d send Shiro envelopes that contained:
    • a fake love letter, in an attempt to ruin Shiro’s potential relationships
    • glitter. a lot of glitter
    • one very small plastic animal toy (Shiro keeps them all lined up on his dorm windowsill. he’s not sure why Keith sends them.
    • (Keith sends them because he thinks they’re cute and buys too many and sends Shiro the duplicates)
    • A note that always has some variant of “I miss you, and I’m studying hard so I can get into the Garrison too!”

I’m crying I just realized something kinda insane.

We’ve all assumed that Yuuri liked Yuuko when they were kids, but our only hint towards this is the line “she’s still cute, too” in ep one. That’s not actually very concrete?? There’s no other indicators beyond that one sentence. It could easily be read as a platonic/admiring comment, not necessarily romantically charged. We really have no conclusive evidence that Yuuri ever had a crush on Yuuko. It’s only ever been implied, if it happened at all. Do you know what that means??

I don’t know if this was intentional, but YOI completely inverted expectation in that a heterosexual pairing* was kept within subtext, and a same-sex pairing was brought bluntly to the forefront. God bless.

*(although my hc for yuuri is that he’s demisexual biromantic. By saying ‘heterosexual relationship’ I’m not trying to add to bi/pan/poly erasure. That would be hypocritical. It’s just the best way to phrase what I mean?)

something i wanna see is magnus and alec having inside jokes. not cute lil flirty comments (which im also a big fan of don’t get me wrong) but like full on Ugly Laughing, Randomly Snorting At The Memory Of jokes. magnus coming home from a night out with dot and catarina and starting a new book they recommended and coming across a line so delightfully ridiculous he calls alec like “oh my god you have to fucking hear this” or something like that. alec coming home from the institute still grinning about a particularly odd report from some mission he issued, eager to tell magnus about the details he knew he’d find just as stupid. magnus in the middle of a meeting suddenly remembering a really dumb pun alec made that morning while they were still half asleep in bed and briefly struggling to keep a straight face. alec making an announcement and someone asking a question that reminds him of something he and magnus had laughed about days before and wishing he was there to reference it.

shit like that

Headcanon time because there’s next to no info about Reyes and I’m Desperate: 

I was trawling through the ME wiki and came across a system in the Eagle Nebula called Amun. The system and the planets within are all named after figures or places in Egyptian mythology and history. There’s Anhur, Bast, Neith, Sekhmet, and Sobek. The system is mostly home to Batarians and humans. 

From 2176 to 2178, the system was the site of the Anhur Rebellions, a civil war that broke out when corrupt politicians and corporations basically relegalised slavery because Batarian legal slavery posed an economic threat. So, you got the mostly Batarian Na'hesit, who, ofc, wanted to keep slavery around, VS the rebels, who wanted to abolish slavery. 

WHICH brings me to my dude, Reyes Vidal. 

Firstly, we know that he used to be a shuttle pilot under the call sign Anubis, a god associated with, among other roles, guiding souls in Egyptian mythology. So ‘Anubis’ is interesting because I feel like that’s not really a name you’d use if you were everyday civilian transport. But it does sound like something you’d use if you were, say, a pilot in a war. Additionally, I have learnt that aviator call signs are given to military pilots in RL and can be inspired by things such as personality traits, historical figures, or the pilot’s exploits. 

Secondly, I think we can safely assume that he’s been in the business of smuggling, spying, and being a shady bastard for a while now. 

Thirdly, Reyes’ writer, Courtney Woods, has said that he’s in his late 20s. Let’s say he’s 28/29 and born in 2156 so he was about 19/20 in 2176. Basically, I’m fairly certain that he was alive back then. 

Fourthly, as not-exactly-good as he is, we know that he’s not a big fan of people with power who shit on people without power. 

Conclusion: Reyes Vidal was born in 2156 in the city of New Thebes on the planet Anhur in the Amun system of the Eagle Nebula. When he was 19, civil war broke out in the city after months of unrest between those who opposed the relegalisation of slavery and those who supported it. The fighting quickly swept across the entire system. 

A pretty good flier and not particularly keen on the idea of being enslaved, Reyes chose to join the rebels. He was given an N-503 shuttle and a weapon and told to get to it. 

Reyes wasn’t on the front lines and didn’t see much of the main fight. His job mostly involved smuggling supplies- food, medi-gel, ammo- across enemy lines, and if he could take out a few Na'hesit lackeys while he was at it, well, that was good too. 

During the war, Eclipse mercs found slave camps on Sobek’s moon, Heqet. He, along with others, helped to move people from Heqet to rebel-controlled safe houses. Subsequently, Reyes was given the call sign Anubis, ‘a ferrier of souls’. They really like Egyptian mythology in Amun. 

When the war ended in 2178, if you weren’t a rebel leader or dead, you disappeared into obscurity. So, after a brief stint as a rebel, Reyes Vidal was left very skilled at smuggling and very low on credits and we all know what happens seven years later.

Unexpected, a small Shangst Fic

Enough softness, lets have some angst again shall we?
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Shiro felt numb. They’d won the battle. But they’d lost something far more precious.

Sparkling blue eyes filled with joking laughter, a bright grin that never faltered. Slim fingers attached to waving hands that emphasized his speech, soft tan skin that was cared for almost religiously, fluffy chocolate brown hair that felt silky to the touch. Lanky legs that could both kick you across the room yet run to your aid in a flash, steady arms that could cut through ocean waves easily.

All gone, vanished beneath cold crushing rocks from a cave in during a rescue mission. The team and the target got out.

Lance didn’t.

Shiro merely stared at the black helmet in his hands, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong. Where had the plan failed? The ambush, the Galra warship, the troops attacking, Lance shouting for them to run and get to the Lions, the screaming former prisoner, the sharp pain in his leg, the sound as the cave buckled in on itself.

The realization that Lance wasn’t next to them once they’d reached the Castle.

Pidge was currently inconsolable, sobbing into Hunk’s chest as the on screen vital from Lance’s suit displayed an unwavering line across the holoscreen. Keith had left, presumably to destroy a few Gladiator bots in his grief and anger at losing a brother.

Shiro noted the scraped and scratched parts of his gloves. Oh, that’s right, he’d tried to dig Lance out. He’d run all the way back and tried to claw away the suffocating dirt and rubble that his boyfriend was currently lying under.

He swallowed thickly and felt the rough pain in throat, faint memories of screaming Lance’s name flitting across his mind’s eye. He’d dug and dug until Allura had pulled him away, explaining that the entire cave had collapsed and there was no way to get the Blue Paladin out of there.

So now he was numb, staring at the helmet that proclaimed him the leader of Voltron, a harsh reminder of his failure. Because how could he be a protector of the universe if he couldn’t even protect his greatest treasure?

Some leader he was, failing to protect his teammate. Even Blue had shut down, seemingly grieving her Paladin. And it was all Shiro’s fault, no matter how much the others tearfully assured him there was no way of knowing the Galra would pull a dirty trick like that.

The funeral was tomorrow. They’d leave flowers over the caved in area where Lance lay buried. They couldn’t even recover the body or bury him on Earth where his family was. A faint flicker of frustration flickered through Shiro’s heart before it was swept away by more grief.

He couldn’t cry, he was still in too much shock to really react now, but he did look up at Coran’s gentle touch to his shoulder.

He barely recalled exiting the area to go to his room, stripping off his armor and collapsing into bed.

His pillow still smelled faintly of Lance, like an ocean breeze and chocolate.

However, it smelt like salt in the morning.

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It’s not over yet. You’ll see in a little while, when I wake up again. Patience my dear readers, patience.

The Better Rogers

Summary: In which a football game with all of the Avengers helps you determine who’s the better Rogers.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2,212

A/N: This one is especially written for the forever beautiful @beccaanne814-blog ! Becca, my love, I hope you are having an amazing day because that’s exactly what you deserve. I’m so grateful to have you in my life and I hope you enjoy this! 

Originally posted by boston-boy-evans

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?“ You counter, lips tilting up into a smirk.

“Okay.” Steve shrugs, adjusting the sleeves of the red shirt that was made especially for this occasion. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Y/N!” Tony yells from across the field. He has his arms crossed over his chest and his frown is visible even from this distance. “Stop fraternizing with the enemy!”

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Across the line comic photos

So some of you asked me for pics of the Across the line comic, and I find it better to post them here actually, so all of you can see it now. 

They still are available, in case you were wondering. Here is the original post to it too: 
http://bloodyarchimedes.tumblr.com/post/156673599674/finally-i-was-planning-this-since-forever-and

And now, the photos! You can find more under the cut. 

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