170lb C&J PR!!! PR for BOTH lifts! 😭🙌🏼
10lbs up from my 5lb C&J PR last week 😱 No idea where this came from and I clearly got a little excited at the end… but I’m still counting it! 🙈⚪️❓😂 This morning was the first time I’ve slept in in WEEKS and it definitely paid off 😴

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Conor Maynard - I Can Be Your Hero Baby

Request: Hey lovely! Could I get an imagine with Conor please? I’ve had a really bad few days where I’ve been ill. In and out of hospitals and abuse from my ex. Can I get something along the lines like Conor finds me passed out at home as that’s what has happened to me but Conor’s there to protect me and look after me..

A/N: I’d just like to apologise again for what’s happened to you. I honestly believe that no one should ever be allowed to go through something like that. That being said, I also don’t want to completely romanticise the idea of needing someone to come and save us. As lovely as it is to have a guy swoop in and be your knight in shining armour, I think it’s important, especially for us girls, to understand that we are strong enough to save ourselves. However, that doesn’t mean that we can’t let other people help us. It’s okay to ask for help. Don’t ever feel like you can’t, because there are people who want to help you. 

Warnings: Violence and abuse, and a bit of swearing.

Word count: 2250

The front door to your shared apartment opened. You heard the sound of keys hitting the counter in the front room. From your bedroom, you could hear movement in the kitchen, the sound of the fridge slamming close. Taking deep breaths in and out, you steadied your breathing.

“Babe!” your boyfriend called from outside. You fixed a happy smile on your face and walked out to greet him. He pulled you into a hug, his grip on you firm, not allowing you to budge even as he pulled away a few inches to look at you. “How’s my babygirl been today? Did you have a good day?” His choice of words seemed so innocent, but you could hear the underlying message behind it.

Your smile remained fixed on your face as you responded. “Yeah it was great. How was yours? You had a good day I hope.” You prayed he couldn’t hear how forced the words coming out were.

He seemed in a generally good mood. “Mhmm. Hungry? I’ll cook us dinner how ‘bout that?”

You nodded in agreement, while keeping on your toes in case things took a turn for the worse. Dinner went rather smoothly. He cooked a simple pasta, and your conversation went as normal. You offered to clear up the plates since he cooked. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips in thanks before heading to shower.

You sighed in relief. Maybe things were taking a turn in the right direction.

You were back in your shared room, catching up on a bit of reading in bed. (Y/BF/N) was still in the shower. You heard the shower turn off, and he stepped out soon after. He only had on a towel wrapped around his waist.

The look in his eyes spoke far louder than he could have at that moment. He walked over to the bed, and crawled up to where you were laid.

His voice was dangerously low as he neared you. “I’ve missed you so much”, he breathed. He was now directly on top of you, hovering over you. Bending lower, his lips found yours, roughly attacking them with yours. You responded, wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss heated up. His arms travelled to your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt. His lips moved to your neck, marking you, he moved to lift your top off.

“Wait stop”, you pulled away, your hand resting on his chest.

“Babe, what’s the matter?” his tone getting darker.

“Nothing, I just-I’m just not in the mood”, you sighed, looking away.

He got off you, falling onto the bed beside you. “You kidding? You’re never in the mood anymore, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I just don’t feel like having sex all the time”, you argued.

“What I’m not good enough for you now?” he snapped.

Your voice grew quieter as he sensed his anger grow. “No”, you sighed, “Just not now yeah, babe?” You placed your hand on his arm, “Maybe tomorrow?” you suggested.

“You think I’ve got so much time to wait around for you? You don’t fucking get to tell me when I can have sex with my girlfriend. I should be able to have sex with her anytime I bloody feel like!” He got off the bed, shrugging you off him.

You shrank into yourself, trying to get as small as possible. Worry was starting to fill you. He was now stood at your side of the bed, towering over you. His hand reached for your arm, pulling you up from the bed to stand in front of him. “What is it, huh? Why won’t you have sex with me anymore? Why won’t you do anything with me anymore?” his grip on you tightened.

You tried pulling away from him, but he wouldn’t budge. “That’s not it, (Y/Bf/N). I just don’t feel like it”, you mumbled.

“It’s him, isn’t it? That singer you always hang out with! Or one of those stupid YouTube dicks!” he was getting more worked up with each breath.

Both of his hands now gripped your arm roughly. You were sure marks were starting to form on your skin by now. Seeing the fear in your eyes, he assumed it was guilt. “Are sleeping with them? Is that it? I’m not good enough for you now, huh?”

Trembling you closed your eyes shut, knowing what was going to happen. It had happened one to many times. He released his grip on you and pulled back, the force sending you crashing on to the bed behind you. He swung his fist around, connecting with the nearest object to him, the lamp on the bedside table. It came crashing down on you, the glass shards splitting as it came into contact with your shoulder. Your eyes were shut tight, thankfully, but you felt a shard come into contact with your cheekbone, scratching just a few inches below your right eye.

All that could be heard now was heavy breathing. You dared to open your eyes, not hearing any crashes. You stood up slowly, about to head to the bathroom to check on yourself, but he stood towering in your way, not letting you pass. “Oh stop being a fucking baby! You’re gonna call that idiot now aren’t you?” he asked angrily.

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off before you could. You felt it before your eyes registered what had happened. Your cheek stinging from the slap he had hit you with. “Why can’t you stop being a fucking whore and just stay here like a good girlfriend?”

Your brain was screaming at you to fight back, but the rest of your body was petrified at the consequences. At that moment, you swore to yourself today was going to be the last night. Breathing deeply, you gathered the courage to look up at him, “(Y/Bf/N)”, you started.

Once again, you didn’t have the chance to finish what you were about to say. He grabbed you by your chin forcefully, pulling you closer to himself. “I’m not gonna put up with your shit anymore (Y/N). You’re gonna get your shit together and act like my girlfriend. I deserve way more than the shit I’ve been dealing with”, his voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it was harsh, cold and sharp. It sent fear coursing through your veins.

Shaking, you stood as tall as you could. In reality, you might have still been cowering, but mentally, you had the courage, and that was good enough for you. After all it was the best you had.

“No.” your voice was shaky despite your best efforts. “You can’t-”

“I can’t? I can’t what? Tell you what to do?” he laughed, mocking you. His mockery turned to a glare and his voice hardened, “I’m your boyfriend (Y/N). I get to tell you exactly what to do.”

You gulped down your fear, doing your best not to give in. He must have noticed that he hadn’t yet destroyed your determination. He moved his hand the grip he had on your chin to your chest, pushing you away from him. You went crashing into the bedside table, knocking your head against the edge. Feeling dizziness wash over, your body swayed, slipping to the ground in a 90 degree position on the floor.

“Stop being such a drama queen. I’m going for some drinks. You’ve given me a headache. When I’m back, you had better clean up this mess”, he spat sourly. “And clean yourself up”, he added, lifting your head up with his foot, and proceeding to drop it as walked away.

You heard some shuffling and the jingle of keys, followed by the front door open and close. You tried to gather as much courage as you could to sit up. You managed to lift your shoulder up from the floor, reaching up for the bedside table. Before you could get a grip though, your body fell back, running out of strength.

You turned reach for your phone which was on the bed, connected to the charger. You managed to wrap your fingers around the cable, dragging your phone down. Unlocking it, you rang Conor, but it went to voicemail after a few rings. You tried him a couple more times, before trying his brother. He didn’t answer either, so you tried Josh, who picked up on the second ring, “Hey (Y/N), what’s up?” his laughed.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, not hearing your response.

You steadied your breathing, your voice coming out in a whisper. “Josh.” A few seconds passed before you mustered up the strength to speak again. “Please hurry.”

“(Y/N)? What-what’s going on?” Josh’s voice was getting panicky. “Conor! Conor!” you heard him shout.

“Please”, you whispered before you felt yourself drift away, consciousness slipping from you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed. A blur of voices was floating around. Your vision remained black. The voices soon became clearer, and eventually you could make some of it out.

“Fuck! (Y/N)!” Conor’s voice was panic stricken. “Shit (Y/N)! You need to wake up.”

A voice you recognise as Jack’s didn’t seem too far away either. “Mate, I don’t think shouting’s gonna do much good. (Y/N)? Can you hear us?”

“(Y/N) please. Wake up”, you felt a hand stroking your head.

Your vision was starting to come back to you, you felt light seeping through your closed lids now. You blinked, trying to open your eyes.

“(Y/N)!” Conor’s voice was filled with hope.

Your eyes were now able to open fully, and you blinked, adjusting to the light. “Conor”, you whispered. Your throat was dry and hoarse.

Conor half lifted you from your position on his lap, pulling you into a tight hug. Relief soared through him, and you felt his body relax as you hugged him back as much as you could.

Letting out a chuckle, Josh said, “Bloody hell (Y/N), you scared the shit out of us!”

You pulled out of Conor’s hug to look at the other two boys. “Yeah what the hell, that was some scary shit man!” Jack added.

“Thanks for coming. I don’t think I’d be okay if I happened to wake up any later,” you thanked them.

“Of course we’d come, there’s no need to thank us”, Conor said. A frown took over his face as his eyes roamed over your body. “What I wanna know, though, is why there was a need for us to come. Did he do this?”

You stayed silent, ashamed that you had let things go on for this long. You felt disgusted with yourself for not being able to stand up to him, for letting him control you this long.

“He did this then? HE HIT YOU?” Conor was fuming.

Nodding, you looked at the three boys before you, “But I’m leaving. Today. Now. I’m not gonna stay here anymore. I’m gonna stay in a hotel for a few days until I can find a new place.”

“No. You’re staying with us. You can stay with us as long as you like. And then take your time to find a new place if you want”, Conor butted in, the firmness in his voice telling you that he wanted to make sure you were alright.

You were about to protest, but Jack and Josh beat you to it. “Nope, he’s right, you’re gonna live with us.”

“Yeah it’ll be like a sleepover. Forever!” Jack added, lightening the mood.

You let out a light laugh, smiling at the boys before you. “Thank you. Well I gotta get packing before he comes back.”

“We’ll help. What do we need to take?” Josh asked, while Jack headed straight to your closet, starting to remove everything.

The two of them quickly moved to help you start packing. You felt tears well up in your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by their kindness. Conor, who still had his arms around you, gently wiped the tears away. Mistaking the tears to be because of the pain, he asked, “Has he done this before? Has he hit you before?” Conor asked, his anger and concern clearly displayed on his face.

“A couple times, yeah”, your voice was small. You knew Conor would never hit you, but fear was still embedded deep in you. He pulled you closer to himself, enveloping you into a hug, one hand stroking your hair, the other wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Shit (Y/N). I wish you told me about this”, he said. Pulling away slightly, he looked at you, “I could’ve helped you. Promise not to keep anything from me again?” he asked, pain evident in his voice.

Nodding in response, you leaned into him. “We should get packing before he comes back.”

You got up with Conor’s help, his arms keeping you steady. Walking over the Jack and Josh, you looked around at the three boys. “Thank you guys. Honestly. You have no idea how much I love you guys. I don’t wanna get sappy, but you’re honestly way too nice to me.”

“AWWW (Y/N)!” Jack squealed, rushing over to you and Conor to hug you.

“(Y/N)” Josh dragged out, his voice getting higher as he cooed at you, also coming over to join the hug.

“Hey! Me too me too!” Conor added, worming his way into the hug.

Laughing, you tried to pull your head out of the circle they had created around you. “Okay, now I wonder why I love you guys.”

A/N: I really hope that none of you ever feel this way, or are put in such positions. Please seek help if you are in any way affected. 

P.s. let me know what you guys think of this. I wasn’t sure about a lot of it. If this makes any of you feel uncomfortable or raises any issues please lmk. I would love to hear your feedback :) MASTERLIST HERE

Oli is getting better!

He’s been eating and drinking with little problems, he’s been sneezing less, no mucus or squinty watery eyes, and he’s running around the whole house!
I wish giving him the medicine wasn’t so awful


Hi! I am posting on behalf of my dear friend Christian, who is a member of the oly queer community struggling with homelessness. They have a chance to get an RV or trailer at a good price and are looking for a safe place to park it. They have a solid job at jack in the box and can contribute, but since the RV they are buying would use up all their savings, they are asking if the first months rent could be free out of the kindness of your heart. They could absolutely pay rent second month onward and would be happy to do chores. I have known them for 3 years, they are a really good person and very trustworthy. They just need a safe space to get out off the rain since they just aged out of Rosie’s place. Please let us know if there is anything you can do. Thank you.

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Hurricane Matthew’s Aftermath in Haiti

A week after Hurricane Matthew hit Haiti, the death toll had climbed to 1,000 people, and United Nations agencies struggled to bring aid to devastated communities. The scope of the destruction on the Caribbean island nation is so dramatic it can be seen from space.

The Operational Land Imager (OLI) on Landsat 8 captured these images of Haiti. In each pair, the greener image shows the area on September 26, 2016, a week before the storm. The second, browner image shows the same area on October 12, 2016, eight days after Matthew made landfall as a category-4 storm.

One of the most obvious changes is vegetation loss. Alexandra Morel, an ecosystem scientist at the University of Oxford, previously studied the vulnerability of the Haitian people and their environment. Her work was focused closer to the border with the Dominican Republic, but she notes that steep slopes covered with vegetation and farms are the common topography across much of Haiti.

“Generally in Haiti land is managed in very small patches, with a household having subsistence crops in a number of locations, often on steep slopes,” she said. “When I look at these images, I see what seems to be seriously denuded hillsides, which I assume are from crops and fallows being washed away.”

The top image pair shows a detailed view of Les Cayes, on the southwest coast of Haiti’s Tiburon Peninsula. This seaport town of 86,000 people was among the densely populated areas hit hard by Matthew. The New York Timesreported that more than 90 percent of buildings in the town were damaged or destroyed.

Peter Wampler, a geologist at Grand Valley State University who has worked on water projects in Haiti, points out another obvious change: the amount of sediment coursing out of the rivers and streams. “This sediment is derived from slopes that often lack protective tree cover and soils,” he said. As a result, abundant sediment reaches the ocean, visible as the light-brown color at the mouth of the Ravine du Sud.

Areas to the north near Nan Fort (second image pair) and to the east near the Cavaillon River (third image pair) did not take a direct a hit from Matthew, but the hurricane’s effect on the landscape was still striking.

The mouth of the Cavaillon River is shown in detail in the third image pair. “You can see from the change in ocean color that a significant amount of debris has been washed away,” Morel said. “I would conjecture that a good amount of topsoil, which Haitian farmers can’t really afford to lose, is likely a large contributor to that.”

Landslides may have occurred in these areas, but details so far are limited, according to Thomas Stanley, a geoscientist at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center who catalogs rainfall-triggered landslides. “My guess—based on very little evidence—is that landslides were widespread, in some cases deadly,” Stanley said, “but relatively unimportant compared to wind damage and flooding.”

NASA Earth Observatory image by Jesse Allen, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Caption by Kathryn Hansen.

Instrument(s): Landsat 8 - OLI