school is starting soon (or has already started) and i also wanted to somehow thank you guys for 7k in a way other than the usual blog rate or blog awards. keep a look out for the other 4!
this is a collab with @studyruels. his masterpost is on making an aftetschool routine which you can check out here!
now, i’m naturally a morning person. i just am, and i always have been. no matter how late i go to bed my body thinks it’s a great idea to noT sleep in and wake up at 6 am every day (’: here are a few things i do to make it a little easier and enjoy my mornings!
1. GO TO BED EARLY. this is honestly a no brainer but STOP SPENDING HOURS ON YOUR PHONE WTH like it’s so harmful for your eyes and your mind and your brain and your body will thank you in the morning when your eyes aren’t burning with exhaustion.
1.a. when i decided to stop being an irresponsible smol child who tried to stay up every night, i started setting alarms for going to sleep. so like at 9:00 (ok ik thats pretty early but thats usually when i go to bed), or maybe that’ll be like 10:00 or 10:30 for you so that you can go to bed around 11. but anyways, when you hear this alarm, it’s time to get off of your phone or laptop (-: send your gn streaks and texts, close insta (log out if u have to), and shut it all down. soon after, you will start to notice how tired you actually are without all that blue light distracting you !!!
2. read! this is a personal favorite just because i’m a huge nerd but reading right before bed is just killing 2 birds with one stone: you’re exercising your mind and subconsciously improving your writing skills (vocabulary and grammar) while making yourself very tired!! if you think reading, especially at night, is boring, you aren’t reading the right books for you.
3. prepare yourself for the morning so it seems less dreadful. OPEN YOUR BLINDS BEFORE BED JUST DO IT OMG you will wake up with the sun. do a little miniclean of your room before bed so you’re not waking up to yesterday’s disaster. make your coffee the night before and leave it in the fridge if you like it iced in the morning. plan out what you’re going to wear tomorrow, as well as your lunch. shower (so u sleep better and/or dont have to do it in the morning) and brush your teeth. pamper yourself. set up fairy lights. just do anything that will cause you to wake up and go “jeez glad i did that last night; now i have more time and peace of mind”.
4. find something to look forward to in the morning. this might be going to get coffee or tea with a friend in the morning, getting to wear the cute outfit and eat the delicious lunch that you prepped last night, or remembering that you’re going to see a movie after school. whatever it may be, let it motivate you to get up and start your day as soon as possible.
5. turn off/disable snooze. do it. if your alarm app can’t do this, install an app that can. i also like to set up my alarm so that i have to do some challenging mental math to turn it off.
5.a. make your alarm something that will cause you to get up. it doesn’t necessarily have to be something really annoying. it can be something upbeat and light that puts you in a good mood for the day. however, if you’re a really heavy sleeper then you might want to make it some obnoxious and loud sound so that you will be motivated just to get out of bed and turn it off.
6. put your phone across the room. we’ve all heard of this one but most of us are too lazy to do it. at night, when you whip out that book, log off all your social media and then put your phone somewhere so far that you’ll have to physically get out of bed and turn off the alarm.
7. make your bed suit your aesthetic. this derives from the basic “make your bed” tip. sure, you can make your bed, and sure, it might motivate you to not get back in. but if you really struggle with this, buy one of those prepackaged bed sets that has a nice color scheme. once you make your bed, you’re not going to want to ruin that aesthetic tbh
8. keep a consistent sleep schedule, even on the weekends!! i’m not saying you have to wake up at 6 am even on saturdays, but don’t go from waking up at 6 to waking up at 12. maybe push your wake up time to 8:30 or 9 latest on the weekends. as you get used to waking early (and sleeping early, too!) you can slowly push back your weekend wake up time earlier and earlier until it’s almost identical to the time you wake up when you have school.
i hope this helps! good luck with this school year, everyone!
So I downloaded that “are you guys fucking right in front of my salad?” porno to see what the context of that situation could possibly be and OH BOY what a thrilling story
The bear (Jaxton Wheeler) hires a twunk (Jake Porter) to cook dinner to surprise his wife but apparently didn’t read the ad because twunk is a NAKED chef and only cooks NAKED. So he starts stripping off to prepare the surprise dinner to bear’s surprise, who asks him to put his clothes back on but as he’s pulling his pants back up bear reaches down and starts groping his ass!
“You know what? You can keep the clothes off.”
Twunk strips back down again and puts on an apron as bear continues to stare at his bare ass. Twunk must have a bad understanding of what the word “chef” means because the dinner he starts to prepare consists of a container of prepackaged salad leaves and a chopped up cucumber (featuring lots of lingering camera shots of said cucumber). As he’s starting to cut up a bell pepper, bear comes up behind him and starts spooning him.
“Working hard, huh?” “Kind of. Hungry?” “You could say I’m working up an appetite.”
Bear starts kissing the back of twunk’s neck and grabbing at his ass.
“I see you brought some extra groceries!”
They start making out and regular old boring vanilla men.com gay porn ensues until suddenly…
2/3 of the way into the video, bear’s WIFE comes home while they’re fucking doggy style over the kitchen counter but doesn’t seem to notice what’s happening.
“Hey babe! What’s going on in here?” “Oh well I got you a surprise today, I hired a chef to come by and make you this wonderful salad!”
Wife is very excited about her salad and doesn’t seem to notice the moaning or facial expressions twunk is making while bear is plowing him from behind. Wife takes a bite of salad before noticing twunk is only wearing an apron, bear tries to make excuses.
“…you don’t have a shirt on.” “It’s really hot in here hon.” “Wait a minute do you have pants on? Are you guys fucking? Are you serious? Right in front of my salad? You guys are fucking gross!”
Wife gets up and storms out of the house.
“Ma’am… the… salad…” “She’s not gonna be finishing it.” “She’s not coming back?” “No, so you might as well just bend down for me, let me finish that ass.”
They get right back fucking, twunk cums, bear cums.
“Why don’t you clean up instead of making dessert.” “Okay.”
Fade to black, no mention of the salad or the wife or the ruined marriage.
I can think of no tool in a witches’ arsenal which requires more finesse than the mortar and pestle. So often people will pick one up, looking forward to pounding and grinding, not realizing it takes so much more than brute force. Resins will gum up, herbs will be stirred with little to no effect, roots will refuse to powder, all causing a great deal of frustration to those who so looked forward to using this marvelous set. But here’s the secret to using a mortar and pestle: brute force is rarely ever needed, and will not work well in most cases.
Working with resins, herbs, spices, flowers, and more can be maddening with a mortar and pestle, as each of these requires different ways of grinding and working. You cannot approach each the same, as each is entirely different. Simply pounding away at everything will not produce the fine powders so often hoped for. In some cases, a powder is simply not attainable. But, with a little patience and cunning, the tool will serve you well. But before we get to any of that, it’s important to note that if you’re having excessive trouble with working with a mortar and pestle, and the set came from a specialty occult shop, it might just be best to toss it aside. Most of the time these sets are too smooth, not having what it takes to actually grind the materials down. A mortar and pestle made for culinary use is usually the best way to go. Such sets are generally not expensive, and will last you a lifetime.
With that in mind, left’s get right to it! Below are a few examples of the different grinding methods I use.
Resins- Resins can be notoriously difficult to powder properly, often succumbing to the friction between the mortar and pestle and gumming up. Even pounding the resinous chunks too hard will result in sticky pieces. When it comes to tree resins, you must consider what it is you are grinding. Don’t pound the chunks with all your might, or try to grind them with force. No, resins require a delicate touch. Use the pestle to gently hit the chunks until they crack apart. Then use the pestle smoothly, gently, with patience. Resins will take time to powder, giving you plenty of chance to focus your will as you work. Before you know, the gently circular grinding motion will produce a fine powder for any use. Be aware, though, that you cannot use one technique for all resins. Copal powders easier than Dragon’s Blood, which powders far easier than Myrrh.
Dried Herbs and Flowers- Another example of a place where brute force will not serve you, though dried herbs and flowers are much more forgiving. Rosemary, jasmine, lavender, and vervain are all good examples here. Simply stamping at these will not be enough. Often times it takes a gentle grinding of these ti create a suitable material for a powder. Some dried herbs, like mugwort, simply will not powder, whereas Jasmine flowers will be reduced to a fine powder in mere seconds. As with resins, take your time. Be gentle. When you grind dried herbs, you’re either working with botanicals you have dried yourself, or that come prepackaged. If you’ve dried them yourself, you’ll have a much easier time. Prepackaged herbs, while useful at times, are very difficult to grind down any further than the state in which they are purchased. It’s possible to do though with yet more patience.
Dried Roots, Barks, and Berries- Don’t let anyone tell you these are easy to grind because holy mother, that is a lie. Dried roots, bark, and berries are prbably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to grind in my life, and these botanicals are some of the only ones where brute force is your friend. Each of them requires a great deal of power to break down. However, once you’ve pounded them apart, the force is no longer needed. You’ll still have to give it some welly, but it won’t require near as much effort once you’ve broken the materials down. Mandrake root is a good example of this. When dried, mandrake becomes wood-like. It’s very difficult to break down. However, once you’ve got it worked down, you can powder it as you would anything else. Other roots are not so forgiving which is why, if you pull your iwn roots, I encourage you to slice the root pieces into disks. These are much more managable than even small pieces, as the larger surface area gives you more to work with. Bark should be handled much the same. As far as berries, you have to be sure they’re comoletely dry before attempting to work then down. Some berries are far easier to powder than others. Juniper berries (not being real berries) will give you hell. But, as always, keep your patience. It will serve you well.
Fresh Botanicals- This is where you’ll want to forget about powdering. When it comes to fresh botanicals, it’s often only feasable to draw out the juices via stamping and bruising of leaves and flowers, or making a paste by the addition of warm water. Roots will create a paste of their own, as will mucilagenous plants like aloe-vera and marshmallow. Berries will simply muddle down. If you’re trying to get seeds from fruits or berries, you can use a mortar and pestle to (gently) muddle the materials, then add water. After some time, the seeds will sink to the bottom while the body of the fruit/berry floats. Using fresh botanicals in a mortar and pestle can create a great poultice, as well as helping release the volatile oils and constituents of a plants for an infusion or decoction.
However you choose to use your mortar and pestle, remember that it will take time to really understand the tool, and longer to get the hang of it. However, the nortar and pestle is, I feel, and integral part of witchcraft practice. One can learn so much from working their botanicals down, smelling them, hearing them, feong what it takes to break them down, and more. While the mortar and pestle have a great deal of uses beyond just grinding, it’s a great place to start. Happy grinding!
Jack is always first in bed. He has his routine of washing his face and teeth and peeing down to a science, a habit grown from constantly sharing hotel rooms and bathrooms, and, after making the decision to go to bed, Jack can be under the blankets in five minutes, tucked in and ready to sleep in seven.
Bittle is the opposite.
He has to be convinced to go to bed. There’s always something to watch or read on the internet, or he’s just found a new recipe that he needs to try out right this second for his viewers, Jack, they asked about vodka in pie crust and they need answers now. There’s never enough hours in the day for Bittle so his waking hours usually bleed into everyone else’s sleeping hours.
Jack worries sometimes, that Bittle doesn’t get enough sleep on the nights they’re in separate beds, so when they are together, he uses every dirty trick he can to get Bittle into bed at a decent hour. On nights when they lose their clothing on their way to the bed, Jack thinks Bittle has caught onto his tricks and is distracting Jack back in turn, but Jack rationalizes, they’re in bed so it’s basically a win.
Anyways, once Bittle has been convinced that going to bed is a good idea, he needs to get ready for bed. And if Jack has his bedtime routine down to a science, Bittle’s can be an art form.
First, he runs the water to get it to the perfect temperature, and pre-washes his face with a prepackaged wipe while he waits. The wipes he favours smell fresh and Jack likes holding them if he’s still in the bathroom while Bittle uses them, will even use one himself sometimes. When the water is just right, Bittle uses a sugar scrub and rubs it all over his face until it’s more foamy than grainy before he rinses it off. He pats his face dry and then using what he called a ‘toner’ the time he explained everything he does to Jack on a cotton pad, he rubs that all over his face. The smell of that stings Jack’s eyes, but Bittle insists that it’s an important step to make sure all the sunscreen he uses in the mornings is completely out of his pores.
Bittle flosses while he waits for the toner to dry, maintaining that he’d rather brush away all the bits of food when Jack argues for brushing then flossing. Bittle finishes his skincare routine by moisturizing his face, something that Jack can actually feel the benefit of everytime he touches Bittle’s face and then Bittle brushes his teeth for a full two minutes. Jack counts every time because at that point, he’s usually in their bed, blankets pulled back and waiting to be pulled over both him and Bittle.
The toilet in the ensuite flushes and the water turns on and off for the last time and Bittle appears in the connecting doorway. He pulls the t-shirt he’d been lounging in all day over his head and throws it in the direction of their shared laundry basket. It lands on top of the shirt that Jack discarded in a similar manner. Jack smiles.
“Finished?” he asks.
“Don’t you dare chirp me Jack Zimmermann,” Bittle says, as he plugs his phone into the charger on his side table. He climbs into bed dramatically. “Let me live.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Jack protests, wiggling into the middle so he can tuck himself against Bittle. He rests his cheek on Bittle’s chest and swings an arm across his stomach, pulling the blankets up so that his bare shoulder is covered.
“You were thinking it. You had your chirping face on.”
“I do not have a chirping face,” Jack mumbles, pressing his face into Bittle’s side. He’s warm and comfortable and ready to sleep, but even after all the time spent in the bathroom, Bittle will still scroll through his phone, checking through his apps before he shuts it off to sleep.
“You do sweetpea,” Bittle says, absently scratching his hand through Jack’s hair. Jack’s insides sing like they always do at the nicknames Bittle uses on a near-daily basis and uses Bittle’s hip to prop himself up so he can stretch for a minty goodnight kiss.
“Love you Bits,” Jack says.
“Oof, love you too,” Bittle groans. He pushes at Jack’s elbow so it collapses and he’s just sprawled across Bittle. Jack gets a forehead kiss for his troubles and he snuggles in to get comfortable.
Bittle will eventually get sleepy and put his phone aside to curl into Jack, but for now Jack is content to just lay against him and feel him breath. Even though Jack can usually convince his body to sleep soundly for six hours or so when he sleeps alone, nothing compares to how well he sleeps when Bittle’s there with him.
It’s a practiced art form.
i mean, using three words of a five word prompt counts, yeah? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Unpopular opinion but “clean eating” itself is not the problem and is a step in a right direction- getting away from foods our bodies don’t recognize and the effects of which we haven’t really bothered to study, getting back to food that can be cooked and grown and therefore reduce our reliance on mega corporations and manufacturing and therefore is more sustainable and frankly the kind of food you would hopefully eat in a social collapse/the kind of food a community could create on its own, getting away from the convenience foods that are not only full of trash but which were developed specifically to increase time in the workplace and decrease time spent in the home cooking, eating more plants, all that stuff is good. The problem is that most women either have moderately disordered eating patterns or used to, and that therefore any food movement or food ideology would be incorporated into the existing misogynist structures guiding food, nutrition, and health science and especially food, nutrition, and health cultures. So of course you get “eat more salads without prepackaged salad dressings chock full of corn syrup not to take care of your body but to not be a fatass anymore” because that is literally the only frame of reference a lot of women have for food consumption and nutrition. When people figured out that calories in/calories out was a decent way to understand weight loss for people with “average” metabolisms (which, for many reasons including sedentary lifestyles, lots of people do not have) diets became popular that were chock full of just shit, nutritionally empty food packed with vitamins (like SlimFast shakes, or prepackaged food stuffed with preservatives and low quality, overcooked veggies drained of nutritional value) and before that, scientists obsessing over certain kinds of fat as the cause of poor dietary health and related issues is how we got low-fat foods stuffed with other oils and sugars, and 100 calorie packs of unrecognizable fake food.
pleaseee could you write drabble, Emma saying to Killian "I didn't know you could sing"
unrelated to the upcoming musical ep, but here ya go. sorry it’s rather messy. drabble became ficlet.
Emma has never really lived with a guy before. Well, she supposes that she and Neal did kind of live together in the Bug all those years ago, but this is different.
This is sharing a home.
And with that comes a few adjustments. Neither of them have ever owned very many possessions aside from their full wardrobes, but now they have this big house and it’s being slowly but surely filled with… things. Stuff. Books and trinkets on their shelves, an array of colorful toiletries and pretty things in their bathrooms, an admittedly overly stocked cabinet of alcohol, blankets and pillows meant not just for function but also for decoration.
She’s a bit disorganized and messy. Killian is kind of a neat freak after having run his own ship for so long.
Time to add my two cents to the fandom.
So. Humans are weird. They prepackage dry mixtures to be used at a later date because ain’t nobody got time for that. Doesn’t matter if it’s food like cake or soups or paints or concrete. But one of the universally accepted steps to turn your dry, powdery dust or sad lumps into something recognizable is to just add water. It’s a major draw in marketing when you see that big ol’ stamp on the package proclaiming, “JUST ADD WATER!” Everything else has already been pre-completed. And I think that aliens would find that super weird because they could make everything from scratch, every time. Or even have some sort of portable 3D printing to rearrange atoms at a molecular level to suit their needs. Either way, humans have been finding ways cut corners for countless years. Just add water.
whatthefuckwhattheFUck ur tags on the hannibal gif set destrOYED me I'm at the store either leave me alone or write the thing (sorry for yelling I love ur blog)
I’m happy you like my tags (linked here) and I have written the thing~
Will does not bring it up. Hannibal, mercifully, has not once tried to broach the subject though Will can see he wants to. If he did, Will would cancel every appointment, quit his job, and really commit to the hermit lifestyle he is practically living, too embarrassed to go on, but Hannibal doesn’t so Will gets to enjoy this aspect to their not quite doctor-patient and not quite whatever-they-are relationship.
They don’t talk about it and that’s good.
It’s Sunday, nearly seven in the morning. Will still has dried mud on his shoes from the crime scene yesterday. He hasn’t slept and he can hear Jack’s voice in his ear, asking for more and only getting from Will a few grunts and a few jumbled sentences that must have made a passable analysis of their killer for Jack to willingly send him back home.
Hannibal looks less surprised than he should with Will–red faced, sweating, dressed in the day before yesterday’s clothes, and unwilling to look him in the eye long enough to see the red in his irides–showing up at his door without calling.
No offense but gladio reminds me of a power fantasy for white men and is a complete asshole. I had a hard time really liking him.
It’s fine if that’s your opinion, but I think overall I personally liked him. My issue with him was that it seemed like the writers were more concerned with keeping him macho and manly feeling than making sure he was a consistent character. Like, getting in your face and yelling at you to get your princely shit together, then dipping out for a little solo mission action for an entire chapter of the game? What the hell! And a lot of his lines didn’t feel like writers going, “Hey, what would Gladio, the character, say about this?” and were a lot more “What would a tough character say here?” One of his most endearing character traits is his love of cup fucking noodles, but even that was kinda just there for product placement that fell to him by process of elimination, like “We need one of the boys to promote this product…Ignis would never admit to liking prepackaged, sodium-bomb food like that…it’d be too obvious to pick Noctis or Prompto to be the one who loved it…so who does that leave? Gladio.” At the end of the game, I felt really close to Noctis and Ignis after seeing all that they had suffered and lost along the way of this quest, and Prompto was always really open and let us see his struggles and fears so it felt like we really got to know him. And then it’s just like…Gladio, that crazy son of a gun. He loved him some cup noodles and talkin all deep. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(that’s a bit hyperbolic and I did really generally find him likable enough as a character, but I’m trying to level with you here, lol)
Anon Request: Is there by any chance you do Harrison? If so, could you do an Imagine where Haz is drunk and he is singing Shape Of You. You may let your imagination loose on the rest, surprise us readers with the out come 😊
A/N: So while writing this I kind of let my imagination loose a little too much and decided to turn this request into the idea I mentioned months ago, so hopefully this works out. Possibly another part to add.
Warnings: jealous!harrison, jealous!tom, alcohol use, harrison and tom being drunk jerks, sexual implications
A/N: Also, I just want to point out that, judging by this picture, Tom (and Jacob if they’re playing teams) is horrible at beer pong.
Young and hopeful, (Y/N) decided to be a volunteer at the 2016 Comic Con, however she could not have imagined how far this act of civil service would take her. From manning backstage at panels and working the photo-op lines, she had managed to find an ‘in’ with some of the celebrities her age making an appearance at the con. When she learned that she’d be able to have a behind the scenes photo-op with any actor or actors of her choice, she eagerly chose the Spider-Man: Homecoming crew. At the end of the day, when her chance came, she’d managed to hit it off with a few of the actors, namely Jacob and Tony.
A few months later, after stewing in anticipation, (Y/N) received an email from Tony saying she was chosen to be a PA on the set of Spider-Man. During this time she had grown to be incredibly close to all of the main actors, but the person she bonded with most had to be the other PA their age: Tom’s best friend, Harrison.
When the actors were running lines and perfecting takes, Harrison and (Y/N) were doing whatever needed to be done, whether it be helpful work or coffee runs, they did it together. They roasted Tom, told jokes, distracted their actor friends one too many times, and frequently hung out outside of work as well. With how much time they spent with one another, Tom, Jacob, Zendaya, Tony, and Laura all assumed that Harrison and (Y/N) were already an item. It wasn’t until their last day in Atlanta that the rest of the group figured out that their relationship was still considered ‘platonic.’
Months rolled by and the group remained in contact with one another, but Harrison and (Y/N) remained closer than the rest, except for maybe Harrison and Tom. About a month before Tom’s upcoming birthday, Harrison sent a message in the group chat that hadn’t been used in half a year, with the exclusion of Tom.
HazO🇬🇧: Trying to have a surprise birthday bash for Tom at my place. Who’s in?
JB🌺Aloha: in london?
Tony⚡: I’m in
HazO🇬🇧: Yes in LONDON!
Z✊🏾: ON his bday?
HazO🇬🇧: No in December
Z✊🏾: Did I ask for your negativity?🙅🏽
La-La-Laura👑: I can make it :)
Tater🍠: I can try
JB🌺Aloha: who TF is tater?
Z✊🏾: can’t be Tom. He has a quackson emoji 😂
Tater🍠: It’s (Y/N) -.- you nuke a sweet potato around Haz and Tom ONE TIME and you’re scarred for life
JB🌺Aloha: Ohh, I forgot about the tater name.
Tater🍠: I wish everyone would…
HazO🇬🇧: So everyone’s coming??? cool!
A month and a lot of convincing later, (Y/N) managed to work out a way so that she could afford the plane ticket out of the country and to England for Tom’s birthday. Jacob, Tony, Laura, Zendaya, and (Y/N) all stood outside in the warmth of the London sun, waiting for Tom to stroll into the backyard alongside Harrison, unaware of the gatherings taking place. They lingered around a cooler, each sipping on cold beer or hard cider, chatting about their time in Atlanta and catching up in one another’s lives.
Slowly, the back doors opened to reveal Tom and Harrison, bare chested and obviously buzzed, sauntering toward the group. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOM” they called as he approached. Jacob passed Tom a beer and smiled.
“First legal one with all of us according to your home away from home,” he said as Tom twisted off the top of the bottle. (Y/N) continued to linger around the outside of the group and sip her drink. She had always felt slightly different from everyone else. Even though Harrison wasn’t one of the stars, he was still an actor and shared the extraverted tendencies of the rest of the group. Lingering and ostracizing herself was just a few of the many introverted qualities of (Y/N) that seemed to overcome her when in social situations.
(Y/N) sat along the side of the pool and kicked her legs back and forth in the water as the icy alcoholic apple taste slid down her throat. She listened as Tony connected his phone to the stereo system and heard faint footsteps as Tom made his way toward (Y/N) as she sat alone by the pool.
“You came!” he smiled while sitting down beside her.
“You think I’d miss this?” she questioned with a laugh as Tom sat down beside her.
“I bet Harrison is excited to see you,” he said lightly in a deep tone under his breath
“Why? Are you not excited to see me?” she teased in return, offering Tom a small smile..
“All I meant is that you and him are close, right?” Tom returned with apprehensive eyes. “He’s been blabbing about (Y/N) since Atlanta.”
“Yeah sure,” (Y/N) sighed while finishing her drink, catching on to Tom’s lack of stream of consciousness. His eyelids looked heavy when he blinked and (Y/N) could almost hear the fuzziness of his brain like one of the static channels of televisions from her childhood. “Are you already drunk?” she asked.
“Maybe,” Tom said with a chuckle in his voice and holding a finger to his lips, signaling for her to keep quiet about it. “I mean, it’s my birthday!” suddenly his light hearted tone fluctuated to irritation. “It’s my birthday and I have to watch my best friend try and get it on.”
“It doesn’t look like he’s hitting on anyone,” (Y/N) said, trying to reassure Tom while looking over her shoulder to Harrison as he stood beside Zendaya and Tony.
“Not yet,” he said while finishing his drink. “Look, just…don’t tell him I was talking to you,” he rushed to add while slurring his words. “Harrison doesn’t want anyone to know that he likes (Y/N).”
“Then why did he tell you?” she asked sneakily, feeling guilty for taking advantage of Tom’s inebriation.
“He thought I wasn’t interested.” With that he slipped into the pool and swam underwater to the opposite end where Jacob and Laura were practicing underwater handstands.
Since Tom was drunk, (Y/N) chose not to give their conversation much thought, but she couldn’t help remember her interactions with Harrison and Tom in Atlanta and even during the convention when she first befriended the group. When she first met everyone, she immediately threw herself into a roasting battle and got caught in the crossfires, inevitably being on the receiving end of Tom’s banter. As the day went on, she and Tom continued their roasts even when the others had stopped and soon their banter was interpreted as bickering. Harrison was convinced Tom wasn’t interested in the random girl they had just met. After all his breakup was still moderately fresh, fame was on the horizon, and when Tom shows and interest in girls it’s normally through jokingly showing off and being kind, not by what Harrison was interpreting as him being blatantly rude to the new company.
(Y/N) always had a hunch that Harrison liked her. He would occasionally bring her favorite candy to set for a snack, he’d use his own money to buy her coffee when they went on Starbucks runs, and always seemed slightly shier around her than with anyone else, opposed to one on one, they were always laughing and smiling. She had begun to rely on Harrison’s kindness to get her through the relentless teasing from Tom that had, in reality, been a continuation of their banter from when they first met. She didn’t have anything against Tom and liked that he could be a genuinely nice person, but he was never that way when anyone else was around. He was always standoffish and on defense when (Y/N) was involved in the group’s activities, but since that first night that Harrison disclosed to Tom that he may like (Y/N), Tom set roasting as his default when (Y/N) was around. He had to keep himself from indulging in whatever could have been for the sake of his best friend and if being an ass is what would make Harrison happy with (Y/N), then being an ass is what he’d have to do.
The sun faded behind the earth long ago. Since arriving, the group had run out of alcohol and was then replenished when Harry and Sam arrived at the party. Pizza fueled the young adults’ day and turned into a life source once night fell upon them. (Y/N) was pretty sure that, between Harrison and Tony, the local pizza joint had to have been called at least four times; Harry and Sam didn’t make the food overload any better when the brought frozen, prepackaged hamburger patties to the party.
Despite trying to ignore any inclinations of either Harrison or Tom trying to make a move on her, it was nearly impossible for (Y/N) to keep her mind off of the thing causing her the most anxiety. Everything seemed to be a sign, whether it be through the chicken fights or their water rugby/basketball game, everything pointed in a million different directions. When the group decided to play chicken, Harrison chose (Y/N) to be on his team, one of the twins took Zendaya, the other chose Laura, and Tom and Jacob were a team while Tony continued to man the music. Harrison’s logic was to keep (Y/N) as close to him as possible so that, if the time was right, he could tell her how he felt. Having her on his shoulders was about as close as they could get. Tom’s logic was to be as physical as he could: fighting her would fulfill this. She was caught between support and competition as Harrison held her above the water and Tom tried to pull her off Haz’s shoulders and into the water with him.
When the sun began to set, the game changed when Tony threw a rugby ball into the pool. Z and Laura drew the line at dangerous sports but (Y/N) had grown up playing watermelon ball with her family every summer since she was fourteen. The object of the game was very similar to the one proposed in this game: teams were divided and the object was to get the ball from one end of the pool to the other; the only difference is that when (Y/N) played it back home, a watermelon was used instead of a ball, which made the game much more difficult. Again, she was paired with Harrison per his request. Competing alongside them was Tony and Harry while Jacob, Tom, and Sam became their opponents.
As soon as Laura threw the ball into the pool, (Y/N) took off. She dove into the water and grasped at the ball, careful not to bump heads with the other players, and swam to the bottom of the pool. Thinking she could skim the bottom until reaching the other end, she hurriedly kicked her feet only to have a pair of hands come from behind her and latch onto her hips. Frantically, she looked at the swimming trunks around her and tossed the ball toward the white shorts with blue stripes: Harrison. She turned underwater and looked for the person who had grabbed her but they were already gone. Once resurfacing, she found that her team had a turnover and Tom now had the ball. She went back under and quickly used her feet as leverage while she grabbed his ankles and pulled him back. As expected, he face planted into the water and dropped the ball, giving Harry just enough time to swoop in and rush toward their scoring end. Just as quickly as (Y/N) had pulled Tom, she shoved him away and swam toward their scoring end to receive Harry’s pass and dunk the ball through the small basketball hoop. From there, the physical interaction among players only escalated. Guys were able to avoid groin kicks to one another but they were really grabby with the ball and forgot their completion was female until they accidentally grabbed a boob. Used to the similar physical interaction in watermelon ball, and being too incredibly competitive to let it bother her, (Y/N) took advantage of the guys’s awkward moment after accidentally grabbing her and scored against them. It wasn’t until the end of their fourth round that (Y/N) began to notice the looks on both Harrison’s and Tom’s faces. Both exhibited excitement but while Harrison’s showed pride, Tom’s displayed thrill–the thrill of the chase. The two didn’t square off on one another until Tom forced (Y/N) under water and Harrison hurried toward them and shoved Tom under, allowing (Y/N) to swim away throw the ball to Tony and their team to score the winning point.
After the sun was completely absent from the sky, the group decided to settle down from the roughness of their afternoon, eat dinner, and play a little beer pong. Harrison and (Y/N) stood side by side as they each took their turn throwing pingpong balls at the red solo cups that floated opposite them. As the songs transitioned into Ed Sheeran’s latest album, Harrison’s excitement and confidence boosted. Without coordinating anything, Harrison and (Y/N) began to sing ‘Shape of You.’ She laughed as he hurried his drunk slurs to hit all the right words and notes during the verses, but once the chorus came on, it was like he was at a concert, screaming to hear himself over the roar of the crowd and pounding speakers.
“I’m in love with the shape of you; we push and pull like a magnet do. Although heart is falling too, I’m in love with your body. Last night you were in my room and now my bedsheets smell like you. Every day discovering something brand new; I’m in love with your body. I’m in love with your body; every day discovering something brand new. I’m in love with the shape of you!” Laughing, he took her hands and spun her around in an attempt to dance only to find the resistance of the water to make it much more difficult than expected. Thankfully, almost everyone had joined in with Harrison’s charade and (Y/N) was able to deny that he was doing any of this seriously rather than to be funny or because of the heat of the moment or the liquor in their systems. Harrison had definitely crossed her mind in the romantic way but she’s constantly debated with herself for and against taking their relationship from friendship to romantic. He was nice and kind and loving and she would love to be able to see where their relationship could go, but she was more than terrified of losing the friendship she had with him. It had been ages since she had someone like Harrison in her life and being friendless was something she was too horrified to return to that she couldn’t imagine risking what she has to have something else. She wasn’t greedy, she was thankful for how things were and didn’t see a need to try and have more.
“Get it, Haz!” Zendaya and Jacob laughed. (Y/N) let out a small chuckle as the faces and voices faded in and out of her buzzed analysis of her situation. She focused on their actions rather than the implications and hurried to take her turn, inevitably missing the cup and accidentally hitting Tom in the chest.
“(Y/N), quit staring at Harrison and get your head in the game,” Tom grumbled as he rubbed water over the stinging welt on his chest. Harrison rolled his eyes and gently put his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder in a reassuring and also possessive manner. She partially melted in his touch, ready to surrender her opposing argument and be in favor of a romantic relationship, but the other half of her felt nothing more than a platonic protection. In hopes to drown her thoughts out, (Y/N) chugged one of the cups in front of her and felt a buzz return to her head.
“Come on, mate! Don’t take your anger out on her just because you suck at beer pong,” Harrison chuckled.
“She pegged me!” Tom protested.
“I’m sorry!” (Y/N) quickly interjected with a small laugh on her lips, assuming the back and forth between Harrison and Tom was playful, friendly banter.
“Let’s go Holland!” Harrison called while slipping his arms around (Y/N)’s waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. Hesitant, her heart started to flutter against her chest in both excitement and apprehension, not wanting to start a relationship with Harrison on account of alcohol. Tom rolled his eyes and tried to shoot at one of the four cups he and Sam had left. After missing, he huffed as Harrison leapt back, lifted (Y/N) and spun her around in the water–her back against his chest–in a drunken victorious jest. Tom walked to the edge of the pool, hoisted himself up, and grabbed his towel.
“Is he okay?” (Y/N) asked Harrison who shrugged in return. Her eyes then flashed toward Sam who also exchanged a look of confusion. Both of the guys she was trying to get information from were even more inebriated than she was so she swam to the edge of the pool, quickly got out, dried off, and then picked up her phone and followed Tom’s path into Harrison’s home. Slowly, she raised her hand to the bedroom door the boys used to change: Harrison’s room. Pushing the door out of it’s closed position, (Y/N) entered to see Tom hunched over on the side of the bed staring aimlessly at his phone as his thumb scrolled against the glass screen. “Tom, are you coming back out?”
“In a minute,” he stated. As (Y/N) closed the door and made her way closer toward him, she could see that he was staring at a now blank screen and the reflection of his face didn’t look very happy.
“Is something wrong?” she asked him. At her words, Tom rose and faced her.
“Yeah, I don’t need you to come and check up on me when I’m just trying to cool off.” (Y/N)’s nose scrunched at his words and she turned as he tried to pass her.
“Why do you try so hard to be an asshole to me?” she called him out. Biting his cheek, Tom turned to face (Y/N).
“For Harrison’s sake,” he stated. When (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Tom continued to explain in an exasperated voice. “I’m always acting like I don’t like you so Harrison doesn’t see that I actually do like you.”
“What’s the big deal with pretending not to be my friend? Harrison is your best friend and he’s one of my closet friends. He should be glad we get along!”
“Never mind,” Tom sighed while walking away. “You’re not getting it.”
“What am I not getting? You’r paranoid about Harrison knowing you’re my friend so you act like you can’t stand me! Just tell him you actually like me and don’t hate me and maybe he’ll stop trying to drown you in water rugby.”
“I can’t do that to him,” Tom stated.
“Why not?” (Y/N) asked as her frustration continued to soar. Tom let out an aggravated groan and cupped (Y/N)’s face in his hands before allowing his lips to crash onto hers. Stumbling backward from the force of their bodies colliding, the pair fell on the bed, Tom’s bare chest pressed against (Y/N)’s now chillingly wet bikini top. Subconsciously, her lips opened against his, asking for more. The fluttering in her chest that rose when Harrison put her arms around her was tenfold as Tom’s mouth latched to hers. The hesitation and confusion over Harrison disappeared and everything seemed not to exist except for the moment shared between her and Tom.
She could smell the beer on his breath as it trailed her neck but didn’t protest his touch. Even when he tugged at the strings of her top to unlace them, it was as if the rest of the world was gone. The sloppy kisses, fluttering hearts and various other products of the moment swept her away into a realm where reality ceased to exist and what was to follow seemed like a dream.
That’s right, this blog is finally hosting a real, physical giveaway!
Thank you, every single follower! Without you, I couldn’t have helped pull off the My Crockpot is My Cauldron contest and I wouldn’t have made so many great friends online!
This fantastic Grand Prizepackage includes:
Five (5) Chime candles
Five (5) clam shells from my local beach (bleached clean for hygiene reasons)
Two (2) Whole pieces of dust-free chalk
Twenty (20) sticks of HEM Egyptian Musk Incense
Eight (8) Dragon’s blood Cone Incense
Eight (8) Myrrh Cone Incense
One (1) tiny cone incense burning plate
One (1) Tin of Homemade Bath Salts, made of epsom salts, home-dried orange peel, sage bundled on the summer solstice, and lavender essential oil.
One Small matchbox (thirty-two “responsibly sourced” matches)
One (1) Handmade, Crocheted Tarot Deck Bag, made of unknown yarn that was gifted to me so don’t like boil it or anything it may be acrylic
Two (2) absolutely adorable pinecones from the trees on my college campus, they’re so cute but I can always get more so share the love
One (1) Duct-Tape mat, suitably study to serve as part of an outdoor altar or simply go on top of an altar cloth you’d rather save from candle wax and inks. Can be folded for compactness and can be drawn on for easy marking. Made by me.
One (1) Macrame Tumbled-Crystal Necklace, made by me and woven with intentions of endurance. Crystal can be replaced; decorative rock added to help hold shape in transit.
MAY ALSO INCLUDE: Prepackaged tea bags I throw in last minute, wax tarts I throw in last minute, tea-lights I throw in last minute, dollar-store objects I throw in last minute. I’m a spontaneous woman.
This is just the grand prize! A maximum of two runners up can choose for me to custom craft:
A song spell (one verse, winner must include their range)
A custom tarot spread
A sigil of their chosen intent
A simple spell (designed with easy-to-get items or things the winner already owns)
Or, if the winner prefers, I’ll offer any tarot reading at or under ten cards, either providing a spread or allowing me to mock one up.
HERE ARE THE RULES TO ENTER:
You must be following this blog! If you reblog to another blog, you must tell me your main so that I may verify!
You must be over 18! If I could give this to a little beginner witch I would, but there are legal reasons as to why I cannot.
You must live on the United States Mainland! Listen, I’m a broke witch woman. I can’t afford a package to go outside the US, or probably even to Alaska or Hawaii. I just can’t pay that shipping.
You must reblog this post! Only one reblog counts per blog! Yes, this means you can reblog to all side blogs and main account and each blog will be used as an entry, but rule (1) still applies
You cannot tag this post as giveaway!
If you are allergic to anything mentioned in this post, you must indicate so when you are chosen. Items like the bath salts can be replaced. We’ll work something out.
I can’t believe I only started this blog in February…It’s hard to believe I have 1,300 1,000 followers already! Thank you all so much for your support, and if you ever want to talk, please go right ahead. Only three people ever message me, and although I love them dearly I’d like to know more of you and what you want from this blog.
You picked up a pair of dirty pants from the kitchen floor and gave a loud sigh. This place was an absolute mess. Sure you’d figured things wouldn’t be clean on the ship. A crew of a bunch of dirty loudmouths couldn’t make anything but a mess. Throwing the pants down onto the ground you walked over to the pantry. Opening the first drawer you say nothing but disgusting prepackaged food. You had had enough of this. Things needed to change. You shut the pantry door turning to go find Yondu.
Finding him in your room reading something you put on a serious face. You walked over to him watching him for a moment. He glanced over at you a curious look on his face.
“Yondu. This place is a mess! No one cleans up after themselves! There are pants in the..” you started but he cut you off.
“Blabe de da.” He was looking right at you.
“Yondu! I mean it! There’s dirty clothes, dishes, bottles! Everywhere! Not to mention..” you kept going trying to keep a straight face.
“Dabla.. bee boo dabada.” His face was serious as you kept talking.
“Yondu stop. I’m being serious! The food is atrocious! I don’t think any of us should be eating it. Especially not Peter! All of that prepackaged…” you were fighting to keep the grin off your face.
“Beepbla hmnama dedoo shama.” He didn’t break as he watched you struggling.
“Okay. Okay. Stop!” You laughed pushing his shoulder a little.
He grinned up at you wrapping a hand around your wrist. He pulled you down to his lap continuing to make those noises. You couldn’t stop laughing even as you buried your head in his neck. When he finally stopped he rubbed your back a little.
“I’ll make me clean up. And when we dock ya can get whatever ya want to eat. You and Kraglin can do the supply run.” He agreed giving in to your whining.