moved into a new home

Good things about moving:

- New home!  New beginnings!

- Overly ambitious interior-decoration plans for new home

- Finding everything that rolled under the couch in the last two years

- Really works the quads

- Brief moment after unpacking is complete, but before ordinary life has fully resumed, when I actually know where all of my possessions are

Bad things about moving:

- BLLLLUUUUUUURRRRRGGGHHHHHH

Emmerdale: Robert's big confession leaves Aaron distraught (Thursday at 7pm and 8pm on ITV)

It’s fair to say that Robron fans have NOT been happy about the recent storylines for their favourite couple, but this week we’ll finally find out if the writers can resolve things for the better. (With the Soap Awards looming, there’s no better time to get the fans back on side…)

With Robron back in the village following their time away, they make the move into their new home, but something clearly isn’t right as Robert’s guilt over his one-night stand with Rebecca is eating him up. When Robert decides to confess everything to Aaron, just how much damage will he do to their relationship? Producers have said it’ll all turn out fine in the end, but it’s the rocky middle part we’re still worried about…

Hi cat botherers! 

I’m in the process of moving and trying to catch and socialize cats (I successfully got PK today, but Dixie wiggled out of the carrier before I could close it so I’ll have to try her again) so this blog is going on (a very brief!!!) pause for a few days. I don’t have super reliable internet access while moving, and introducing the cats to their new home will take basically all my energy.

Keep submitting those bothers though! And don’t forget – thecatbotheringproject does not discriminate against weird cats, including those with feathers, scales, or wagging tails.

The Vow Phan Bro Poem...or the broem
  • Dan: Bro...i love you bro.
  • But like no hetero tho.
  • Wait...i mean...
  • No homo..
  • Fo sho no homo tho bro
  • Phil: Bro...i love you bro
  • Especially when we do the live show
  • When we move into our new home
  • And the phans ask us to show
  • Dan: Bro...i love you bro
  • Like on our tabinof booktour...show
  • Dan and Phil: Bro... i hella love you
  • For realises bro.
Lost and Found (Chapter 2)

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[x] - requested by @iamthemaskhewears

Pairing: Tony Stark x Original Female Character

Word Count: 7,603

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death, Drunk!Tony, Drunken Flirting  

@iamthemaskhewears@thevanishedillusion

A/N: I wanted to have this posted a week ago, but between moving things into my new home and working, I haven’t had much time to write. Still, I really hope you enjoy it because I’m having so much fun writing it. Much Love. -Ellie

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Black-footed Albatross Chicks Moved to a New Home 

Late at night on February 16, fifteen black-footed albatross chicks made a special landing at Honolulu International Airport. These former residents of Midway Atoll National Wildlife Refuge and Battle of Midway National Memorial were flown from the remote atoll and then transported from the airport to their new home at James Campbell National Wildlife Refuge, on the north shore of Oʻahu. 

These small, fluffy chicks are part of a pioneering effort to establish a new albatross colony in the main Hawaiian Islands. Black-footed albatross nest only on low-lying islands and are at risk of losing their nesting habitat due to rising sea-levels and increasing storm surges…

Read more: http://usfwspacific.tumblr.com/post/157539133800/leaving-on-a-jet-plane-black-footed-albatross

anonymous asked:

MANDY WHAT HAPPENED IN MARCH????? WILL WE EVER KNOW???

a list of things that possibly happened in march

  • they tried to buy a house and it fell through
  • they were working on a creative project in february and spend march shopping it around, to no or little avail 
  • they actually got evicted. too many noise complaints.  
  • the bbc were about to hire them back but phil tripped in the meeting and spilled water all over a circuit board and nearly short circuited the entire operation and they were escorted out #RIPradioshow
  • they did buy a house and they’re renovating it
  • they turned to porn to fund their new living situation. expect a mid-august release. 
  • dan actually stole the neighbors dog, and the police got called
  • they spent the month moving into their separate homes and the new apartment is just an elaborate set neither of them live at
  • they signed the paperwork for the third book in their series: The Amazing Book of Pictures of Daniel Howell in Expensive Clothing Bought with Your Money. (spoiler: it’s all creepshots Phil took) 
  • phil’s wife gave birth. there were complications but mom and baby came out fine in the end. 

Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

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Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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Parents didn’t always read the orientation material.

There were a few, every year.  They insisted on helping the new students move into the dorms.  They sent boxes from home, full of cookies or brownies or favorite munchies.  They called frequently (it wasn’t safe.  Letters were safer, e-mail was safer, even texts were safer, but calls not so much.)  They begged for pictures, for visits, and sometimes they accidentally-on-purpose “just happened to be in the area”.

The staff tried to deal with parents.  Oh how they tried.  Usually it worked.  The Gentry almost never kept parents.

But some… some parents never left.

She had taken piano lessons when she was younger.  Her parents approved:  that was a womanly decorative thing to do.  She had never played sports, because that wasn’t a womanly decorative thing.  She wore dresses.  She took ballet, she sang, she painted. Her parents told her every day in every way who they thought she should be, and she tried, she really did.

She was tired of not being good enough.  

She applied to Elsewhere, and got a full music scholarship, and carefully out of sight in the shower she sobbed with relief and fear.  Her parents loved her, they really did, they told her so.  The disappointment at her, the silent treatment, the confinement and not being allowed out with her friends… well, they were just trying to protect her, right?  They didn’t know the bubble wrap they tried to put around her was smothering her.  

She read the orientation paperwork, every single scrap.  She wanted to do everything right, because the thought of doing it wrong terrified her.  Even the strange stuff, maybe especially the strange stuff, because everything in life was a test, another opportunity to disappoint.

“As an environmentally-conscious measure, Elsewhere University’s campus is not set up to allow automobile traffic.  For those students who need transportation help, there are staff with golf carts available, as well as a series of campus shuttles that make regular stops.  Bicycles are available for rent by the hour, the week, or the semester.  Skateboards and skates are permitted but proper safety gear must be worn.”

Father was angry when campus security wouldn’t let him drive straight to her dorm.  She trembled.  Always, when Father was angry, somehow either she or Mother paid.  He fumed while waiting for a golf cart, he clenched his jaw when the staff member driving the golf cart refused to simply step aside and hand over the keys, he was elaborately careful when helping load her things after being refused a campus map.

Her dorm was a solid brick building, a pleasant generic institutional place.  Father insisted on carrying her things up to her room, on the second floor.  "So I know where my little girl will be,“ he said. His anger cooled a little with the exertion, down to its usual simmer.

It only took a few trips to get all of her things upstairs.  Father insisted on a hug, just on the edge of being painful as his hugs always were.  She endured it, because trying to get away always earned a lecture.  "I love you so much, you’ll always be my little girl, you are a disappointment because you don’t love me as much as I love you, but I will forgive you because I am better than you.”

“Elsewhere University wishes to be the beginning of a new life for every student.  We ask that students choose a nickname, in order to facilitate this feeling of a new beginning.  Common nickname categories are an interest, a favorite song or work of art, an aspiration, or a personal quality.  It is our firm belief, demonstrated by decades of successful graduates, that this practice allows students the freedom to really expand their horizons and demonstrate both their personalities and their capabilities both actual and potential.  In support of this practice, we ask that legal names not be used on campus except with the Student Services or Records and Enrollment offices.”

The driver helped as Father made one last check to be sure nothing had been left.  He reminded her to call twice a week.  He hugged her again, ignoring the gasp she made as he let go.  "Remember to call your Mother, Susan.  You’ll always be her little girl, and you know how she worries.“

“I will, Father.”

The driver watched, waiting patiently while Father said his good-byes, then cleared his throat.  "Sir, if you want to attend the parent orientation, we need to be going.“  

"Yes, I’d planned on attending.  I need to know everything, to help keep my Susan safe.”  Father climbed aboard, and the driver waved as they left.  For an instant his hand seemed to have too many fingers.

She felt eyes on her as they drove away.

She climbed the stairs back to her room, looking forward to taking her shoes off and unpacking.  The door, locked when she left it, was still locked, but now there was a pile of stuff underneath the open window.  

“Hey!  Sorry I wasn’t here when you were bringing stuff up, he looked a bit intense, oh hey are you ok?”  The girl on the tree branch outside the window climbed in and sat on the windowsill.

She nodded.  She locked the door behind her, then sat on one of the beds.

“I’m Magpie, second year, one of the stage monkeys for the theater.  You wanna see?  No obligation.”

“Yeah, I… I paint, a little.”

“You do?  Cool!  Hey, but if you want to go see, that outfit’s cute and all but it’ll get ruined pretty quick.”

“I’ve got some grubbies, let me unpack.”

Magpie grinned and pushed her hair behind one ear.  "Your dad isn’t one of those types who thinks he’ll be visiting every weekend, is he?  'Cause I can’t hide all the time.“

"I think he was heading to the parent orientation.”

Magpie blinked.  "Oh… kay.“

"What, okay?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.  They go by Melanotis. They’ll tell you about the parent orientation.  Are you sure you’re ok?”  Magpie pushed her hair back again. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.  Why do you keep asking?”

“There is no parent orientation.  Here, take this.  No obligation.”  Magpie took a ring off of her index finger and handed it to her.  It was a puzzle ring made of iron and pyrite, and it fit her index finger as if it had been made for her.

“Thanks, but why?”

“My dad was like that, too.  What do you want to be called?”

The choice, the possibility of choice, was dizzying.  Something to hang onto… a favorite song.  "Call me Sussudio,“ she said, and smiled.

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A\N: This writing is not mine, it’s by beautiful lil’ nugget B who kindly offered me help with this account x 

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    I finish unpacking the last box before I’m officially moved in to my new home in Riverdale. I glance around my room, grab the last empty boxes and bounce down the stairs greeting my parents as they unpack kitchen boxes. 

“This is the last of them,” I breath out placing the empty boxes on the kitchen bench. My stomach grumbles, I haven’t eaten much since the flight if you count an apple and a few crackers as food. 

“Honey why don’t you go get some dinner from the diner we drove past? I heard they do excellent burgers!”

 I shrug my shoulders.

 “Sure, I’ll just get my coat.”

    I return to my room and pull on my jacket before grabbing some cash and head toward the diner we saw earlier. A bright red neon sign comes into vision as I edge closer “Pop's”. I wearily enter and see how packed the place is. I patiently wait in line till it’s my time to order. After ordering and giving the nice older man the money, he glances back to the kitchen hand scrambling to get orders out.

“Sorry miss it may be a longer wait,“ I shake my head.

“Oh, no, that’s fine, I’ll just sit and wait,” he smiles greatfully as I scan the diner spotting a nearly empty booth with two girls sitting opposite each other with two milkshakes. I take a deep breath and walk towards the table. Laughter is filling the air. I stop at the head of the table. Their conversation goes quiet.

“Oh, hey, can we help you?” The blonde spoke first smiling up at me.

“Hello, my names (Y/N), I was just wondering if I could sit? I just ordered and they said it’d be awhile and, well, you look the most friendly,“ I go red glancing down at my hands. 

“Of course you can, I’m Betty and this is Veronica,” She greets me glancing at the raven haired girl.

“You must be new around here” she speaks and I sit down.

“Guilty, am I that obvious?” I smile and she shakes her head. 

“Your accent is more of a giveaway,” I nod and mentally face palm.

“Oh, of course, I didn’t think about that. My family and I just moved here from London.” They nod.

“Wow, that’s so cool-” Veronica was cut short as the bell rang indicating there was more customers. The both glance back to see whoever was entering. I glance at my phone messaging my father to tell him I’d be longer than anticipated. 

“Woah, who’s the new girl?” I look up and see two boys standing at the top of our booth, a brown headed boy & the other with red hair, both being extremely easy on the eyes.

“(Y/N),” I barely whisper clearing my throats before trying again. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” They both smile slipping into the booth.

“Archie Andrews,” the red head speaks first, sliding in next to me flashing his bright white smile. I glance to the other boy as he climbs in next to Veronica. He laughs to himself.

“Uh, yeah, I’m Jughead Jones The Third.“ I giggle.

“Jughead Jones?” I question. His gaze snaps to mine, a smile etching onto his face.

“Just when I thought my name would never sound nice, you lil brit make me change my mind.“ I blush and glance at him through my lashes 

“Take that as a compliment?” I say unsure.

“With an accent like that I could listen to you talk all day,” we stare for awhile until we’re interrupted by our friends’ laughter. 

“Woah, Juggie’s got a crush on the new girl,“ Veronica squeaks squeezing his hand and bumping up against him. He rolls his eyes and adjusts his beanie picking at the plate of fries in front of him trying to avoid the gaze of his giddy friends.

“I-” I was cut short when the man from the counter wonders over with my take away bag.

“Sorry for the wait- I see you’ve encounted the scary locals.” I laugh, nodding.

“Thank you,” I smile at him, taking the bag and standing from the booth. “I hope to see you again, enjoy,” and with that he turns and walks towards the counter again. 

“Well, I better get going, my parents are waiting for me to get back with tea,” I smile sheepishly as Jughead glances at me soaking up every word. They all seem disappointed, but I remind them that I’ll see them the next day at my first day of school. 

“Goodbye,” I smile waving as I turn around to head to the door.

“Goodbye love,” I hear jughead yell trying his best at an English accent. I giggle and blow him a kiss before pushing on the door open and walking towards home.

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Imagine:
“Be careful!” I yelled over the loud music Justin was playing. He was currently standing on a chair painting the walls of our new bedroom. We just moved into a new home, and we were making a few changes to the house. Painting walls was one of them. “How on earth did we manage to get paint all over ourselves?” I said looking down at my paint covered overalls. Justin was lost in the music, painting to the beat of his own song.
The song stopped and Justin hopped off of the chair. “You know,” he started. “You have a little paint riiiiight there.” He said coming close, wiping a streak of paint across my cheek. “I know you didn’t just do that!” I said in shock. “And what if I did?” He teased. “Well…"I said walking over to the paint bucket, picking up a paint brush. “I guess I would just have to get you back.” I said brushing a coat of paint across his forehead.
“You didn’t!” He said as equally shocked as I had been. “Oh but I did.” I said with a huge smile. “Oh it’s war.” He said running toward his roller. I took off out of the room and down the hallway. “Ohhhh Y/N. where are you?” I heard him taunt. I stayed quiet hidden behind the sofa. I didn’t hear him come up behind me. “Boo!” He said causing me to jump. “Oh my god!” I yelled. He crouched down attacking me with kisses. “Payback sucks!” He said still kissing me. “I like this payback.” I said laughing. “I bet you’ll like this even more.” He smirked removing his shirt.