so tech savvy

Sharing my progress for MM Valentine’s Day Series <3 How can you not love this precious bby ; v ; Saeran needs some love!

About the IG thing, thank you for all your suggestions! Its all good and mostly realistic, I appreciate your concern :’) As conclusion, I’ll make my IG a mom-safe account lol so I will still post everything as usual in here. Thankfully she’s not tech savvy so there will be a slim chance of her scrolling down to see all my posts here = v = b


Requested by @mashtonmental: Hey! Can I request a Steve x Reader and it’s a chill day at the tower and everyone is relaxing and reader is wearing like shorts and a tank top… basically not a lot because it’s hot as hell and she’s enjoying a popsicle which leaves Steve in a compromising situation getting turned on.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Sexual Reference, and Alcohol Reference.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

A/N: I altered the request a bit, but I know everyone won’t complain! Enjoy! x. T

Originally posted by mostlybenedict

          The air conditioning in the tower broke the day before New York saw its hottest temperature of the year. Tony just so happened to be dealing with personal business overseas with Pepper and, for security reasons, wouldn’t allow anyone to call someone to fix it. That left you and the Team to wither in the extreme heat and use up every electrical outlet there was.

           You were in a thin tank top and shorts, hair tied up in an effort to keep cool and to also keep modest about the fact that four other men were in the same room as you. You wiped at the sweat collecting on your forehead as you walked around the bar to the mini-freezer hidden underneath the counter. Natasha and Clint were seated on the barstools, sipping on ice water and quietly conversing.

           “If you’re looking for what’s left of the rum,” Clint said, “You can thank Barnes for drinking it.” He peered over the counter at you and the glass in his hand moved with him as he shrugged at the look you gave him. Natasha’s lips were curved into a smile at the exchange.

           “It’s two in the afternoon, Clint. I’m not looking to get scolded by Captain Smartass.”

           Clint chuckled and tipped back the remaining contents of his glass, the ice clicking against his teeth. He set it down before turning in his chair to gaze at the soldiers lounging on the couches, foreheads and necks glistening with light sheens of sweat as they talked and laughed. Steve sat closest to the fan propped on the side table and drank out of his water bottle, grinning at something Sam said.

           You leaned on the bar-top and tore open the white wrapper of a popsicle, frowning at the type it was. You removed the wrapper and held it up, seeing Clint trying to hold in a chuckle and Natasha just shaking her head.

           “Out of all the popsicles Tony could have hiding, he has a Rocket Pop…” You sigh, before you licked the top of the red, white, and blue popsicle. Natasha raised her brows and you shrugged, “It tastes like cherry.” You then walked back over to where you had sat across from Steve and Sam.

           They all looked up as you came back over and Bucky scooted to give you room. He pointed at the popsicle you had in your mouth and cocked a brow. “How does Captain America taste?”

           Your eyes widened and you punched his shoulder, glad it wasn’t the metal one as he chuckled and rubbed the sore spot. You couldn’t say anything as you had bitten off a chunk of the remaining red part; the flavor melting in your mouth and freezing your tongue. You huffed when Bucky kept laughing under his breath and Sam pointed at Steve before making an obscene gesture at you. This caused Bucky to almost spit out his drink.

           “You guys are unbelievable.” Steve glared at Sam, his biceps bulging against his chest as he crossed his arms. He shook his head and rested his eyes on you, a pleading apology in his gaze to make up for his friends’ behavior. You licked your lips and smiled softly at him, making sure he knew it wasn’t that big of a deal.

           You glanced over at Bucky who was smirking at you and said, “If you are so intent on knowing, then Captain America tastes great.” You then kept eye-contact with the metal-armed soldier as you wrapped your lips around the bottom part of the melting popsicle, slightly sucking on the raspberry flavor.

           Bucky looked away and stuck his tongue into his cheek, shaking his head. “Oh, you are such a tease…” He stayed nonchalant as he picked up his water and continued to down the rest of it, wagging the empty bottle in his hand before getting up. Bucky stepped around the back of the couch and tugged on your ponytail as he passed. “I’m going to order takeout.”

           “Make sure to get Chow Mein this—you know what? How about you go grab the menu and I call the place because you always manage to screw up our order,” Sam accused, rising to his feet and pointing a finger at Bucky. Bucky rolled his eyes and switched his route to go down the hall, leaving Sam to move over by Clint and Natasha.

           Sam turned and raised his voice, “Y/N! You want your usual?”

           You nodded at Sam and switched which hand held the popsicle as blue flavoring had gotten onto your fingers and began to run down your palm. You lifted your hand to your lips and licked the blue trail, sticking your index finger into your mouth to suck away the raspberry. A slight movement from across from you drew your gaze to Steve, who now had spread his legs and rest his clasped hands over his crotch, and you met his gaze as you let the last of the popsicle slide onto your tongue.

           He was staring at your mouth, his lips parted as you sucked the raspberry flavoring off the stick, and when you cleared your throat he snapped out of it. Steve shifted and pretended his nose itched as he made a face, a blush rising to his cheeks as he realized you caught him. You set the stick down on the side table next to you and leaned forward.

           “Are you alright, Captain?” You asked.

           Steve nodded quickly and struggled to find his words before he answered, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Is it—is it hot in here? Or is that just me?” He quickly changed subject and looked anywhere but at you, causing a knowing smile to spread over your features.

           “Steve, the air conditioner has been broken for twenty-eight hours.”

           He wrinkled his nose and kept a hand covering his crotch as he lifted his fingers to scratch at his cheek. Steve pursed his lips and closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Right, sorry. J-Just got a heat flash or something…” He was sitting right next to a fan blowing in his face.

           You got up and took a seat beside the soldier, resting your hand on him and gently rubbing up and down the length of his forearm. Steve stared at where you touched him before meeting your gaze, his lips parting at the smirk you were giving him.

           You lowered your voice and said, “I know you’re lying about that heat flash, Steve… If you aren’t going to admit you got turned on by watching me, then I will.” He turned his head and you saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. You smiled and bent toward his ear, whispering, “I’m going to the bathroom. If you need any help I’ll be in there…”

           You then rose off the couch and traipsed towards the stairway leading to the lower levels, making sure you put a little extra sway in your hips as you walked. You couldn’t deny the feelings you felt for the super soldier and if he were willing to take your offer, then it would mean that you weren’t the only one noticing the sexual tension that had built over the past few weeks. You made your way down the staircase with your bottom lip taken between your teeth, hoping Steve would follow in your steps.

           You shut the bathroom door behind you and leaned against the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you felt jittery, anxiety settling into the pit of your stomach.

           Were you really going to bang Steve Rogers in a bathroom?

           It already looked like it so you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, seeing it was dyed a dark purple. You probably didn’t have long so you turned on the faucet and drank straight from the tap. You jumped when a soft knock sounded from the door and you quickly turned the sink off, gingerly opening the door to lock eyes with a blushing soldier.

           He scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat, “I’m here for—uh… I’m here for your help?”

           All worries left you as you grabbed the collar of his white t-shirt and tugged him into the bathroom. You crashed your lips against his and he made a soft sound, relaxing into your touch as you clutched him close. Steve pulled away, his nose brushing your cheek as he sighed, “I have been waiting for that.”

           You ghosted your lips over his and whispered, “Just kiss me Rogers.”

           He didn’t need you to tell him twice.

Tagging: @pleasecallmecaptain and @writingbarnes (tell me if you want to be added)

anonymous asked:

Hi! I like your art and you really gave me a lot of hope when some people in the yoi fandom started getting sorta nasty :( But that's not what this is about! I know this is probably odd but I really like the colour of your blog, like the blue? I love it! Plus, I was wondering, what is a submission? Like, I'm not planning on submitting something but could you describe how you set it up? I'm not very tech savvy so if it's simple I'm sorry. Also I'm sorry for this ask being all over the place.

hmmm how i set it up??? well in edit appearance you could see submissions there right after ask and just click on the blue thingy so you could let people submit posts. then add tags if you want the submissions to be organized i guess like video, photo, audio, link etc.

oh my gosh i’m sorry if this isn’t what you needed to know or if this didn’t help you i’m not really that tech savvy either ;; ;;

peggingbenedictcumberbatch  asked:

how do u set up a bot ur so tech savvy

rip i got this all from memelovingbot’s faq but basically you set up a twitter, you log in to with it, you have that html shit there and after a few test tweets and comparisons and shit you can figure out how it works. in our case the “origin” is adjective2 adjective noun. then we listed all the shit we wanted in the adjective2 group and in adjective yada yada and basically the site’s just gonna pick stuff from each group and generate some mess like ‘magical lisping sjw’. and you can even set it to tweet certain times a day.

then you set up an “if this then that” acc and you set it to ‘if [a tweet gets posted on this acc] then [this text post with its content will get posted on this tumblr acc]’. then you just let it roll, promo it on your blog, send it to your friends and get some money and pwussy 8~)

Disaster! And how to cope when the worst happens.

This is the advice I hope you’ll never, ever need but the truth is you might. It’s happened to me more than once as a person who’s not so tech savvy, and no doubt it’s happened to many others (perhaps even you). 

So what do you do when you lose your entire WIP? What do you do when you lose your laptop, or your PC crashes or the file is corrupted and (stupidly) you don’t have a recent (or any back up)? Well here’s my best advice.

1) Let it all out; You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to scream. But please don’t break anything or shut down your computer in anger as there may yet be something you can do. 

Leave the room if you have to: have a cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate, go for a walk or jog. Even just go and watch some TV. Come back when you feel calm. 

2) Explore your options; can anything be saved? Did recover mode jump into help you? If not do you have an alternate save file? Even if it’s older?

If you have no immediate backup them comb through your emails and cloud files to see if you can even find a much older template so you don’t lose anything. Once you’ve established what you have to work with move on to step 3.

3) Work your memory; if you have something to work with, even if its very old, read it over and write down all the changes you remember making to this document (if any) and, more importantly, write down all that you remember plotting after the point it ends. Make a note of the basics of any important or memeorable scenes you want to replicate and get it all down on paper. Then type it up. Then make a back up. 

4) Prepare your base; if you have an old template to work with make any necessary changes (for example if you renamed your protagonist or antagonist) and bring it up to what you would call an acceptable foundation point. Make a back up of this version.

5) Unwind; it’s tempting to work all night to recover some of what you’ve lost, but trust me when I say it’s not a good idea. You’re frustrated, upset and will most likely resent working on pars you’ve already done before. Instead, once you’ve got everything you need to pick up at a later date, take a short break. Work on other things and think about your lost WIP. Find your passion for it again and come back to it when you can see this minor disaster as an opportunity to improve your baby rather than an attempt to ressurect it to the letter. 


Nope, you’re not seeing a ghost. I’m really alive after all. You’ll have to bear with me as I post this on all three of my blogs in order to save time.

I must apologize for not being around for, like, months. No, you know what? I don’t apologize. We should never say I’m sorry for those times when we need to take care of ourselves and focus on life. Sometimes we have to take breaks from some things like Tumblr and blogging in general so that we can pay more attention to areas that need us in life. So I won’t apologize. I will, however, say loudly and proudly that I HAVE MISSED ALL OF YOU SO MUCH! How have you been? Are you all well?

Life has been a roller coaster. The biggest news is I got a brand new computer (most generously purchased and built part by part by my brother who recognized my need for something more dependable). I’m not very tech savvy so I’m still trying to transfer files and replace software. The biggest wall I’ve hit is no longer having Dragon NaturallySpeaking. My software is totally missing - probably lost when my house flooded. I use that to write my books and fanfiction because typing with a pen in my mouth can be slow and tiresome. I’m a quadriplegic if you’re saying what the hell right now. I do everything with my mouth. Dictation software is kind of important but I can make due with typing the old way until I get money to buy new software. Also my iPhone can be voice activated. I’ll just do a lot of writing on my phone for right now.

Most of this month I had house guests. There wasn’t much work or writing or art going on because I crammed nine sleeping bodies into my 900 sq. ft. apartment. We had a huge party for the Fourth of July and finally had the best fireworks of any house in my neighborhood. People we didn’t even know started coming over and asked if they could join us. Next year we are thinking of going to Gettysburg for the Fourth (we are students of the Civil War and paranormal researchers too).

My books have been going well. That was a big reason why I took a break from blogging. I’m trying to finish the second novel in my Civil War trilogy. On top of that, I’m in the planning stages of a paranormal nonfiction book about the Civil War ghosts I’ve encountered in my life, and another nonfiction book about being a disabled Pagan in the Deep South. The novels I publish on my own but I’m probably going to approach Llewellyn about publishing my paranormal books. Some of my friends have published with them. We’ll see. I’m still investigating whether traditional publishers are even relevant anymore. It would be nice to have someone else handle the nitty gritty of putting a book out there though. I detest cover designing and formatting manuscripts. Oh and I picked up two more freelance editing jobs. Yay for some new income!

Art has been going well too. I’m getting back in my groove and my artist friends think I’ve surpassed my highest skill level that I had when I was younger. I’m working on building up stock for the Etsy shop that I dream of opening soon. I plan on selling fandom art, Pagan art, greeting cards, bookmarks, and original paintings of anything that strikes my fancy. Hopefully I can figure out where to do prints too. That way I can sell art for cheaper if people don’t want to pay for the original work. Artists do that a lot. I’m also hoping that I can draw attention to other artists with disabilities because there are a lot of us out there.

I haven’t been terribly well of late. I had a photosensitive rash that is only just now going away. Photosensitivity is when a person is literally allergic to the sun. I’m those children from the Nicole Kidman movie The Others. The majority of my life is lived either indoors or at night. Anyway, my point is the illness brought on by photosensitivity made me MISS MEETING MISHA COLLINS AT THE GISHBUS here in Atlanta last week. All my Misha Collins friends were there and they said it was better that I didn’t go because there was no place for me to hide from the sun. I would have met Misha, sure, but I would have turned purple, gotten blisters, a fever, and ended up in the hospital. I don’t think Misha would want me to go to the hospital or get sick on his account. My friend Dmitri came over the next day and told me everything about it. He didn’t want me to feel left out. The value of a true friend is worth its weight in gold. Alas, I never got to meet Misha Collins but I’ll get to see him at the Supernatural convention in Atlanta this October. I’m going to cosplay Rowena (not totally accurately though because I’m in a wheelchair). My mom is going to cosplay Mary Winchester in the 1970s. My brother will cosplay Dean Winchester. And my Pop Vinyls of Sam, Dean, and Castiel are going to ride on my wheelchair’s armrests the whole time.

Oh! I’m going to do art for SPN people too. I’m thinking of doing one big piece with the main characters and my own original character in a wheelchair. I’d really like Jensen, Jared, Misha, Ruthie, etc., to see my art and plant the seeds about rooting for more disabled actors and characters in the media. They don’t make those decisions but they know the people who do. I’m passionate about diversity in the media and entertainment. We’ll see how it goes. I might still decide to do individual art.

As for my Pagan path, I’ve been working on spells and rituals for people who ask me to help. Mostly protection and fertility stuff but I did have to help someone with a stalker while she worked with police too. I avoid doing love spells. They’re just not an interest of mine but I’m not opposed to creating a spell for someone to welcome love into their life. I just don’t like doing love spells meant to manipulate another person. My family Grimoire is growing but writing everything down that I was taught orally is making me miss my grandmother. She died a year ago this week. She taught me to be a witch without ever using witchy words like everybody seems to do now. To her, giving these ways a specific term separated them from everyday life. It was truly woven into everyday activity that it made no sense to give it a name. She learned that from her elders and so on. I suspect that attitude came from our Celtic ancestors. Today what I do looks like witchcraft to observers so I tend to use those words like Pagan and Witch for the sake of those who don’t quite grasp it but those were not words I grew up with and neither did the other women in my family.

I’m going off on a tangent. Reel it in, Jessica.

In conclusion:

- I should be around more often now.
- I haven’t been well and I didn’t get to meet Misha.
- I’m writing soooo many books.
- Yep, still a witch.
- Technology makes me want to scream.
- Art is life.
- I love you, sweet peaches.
- Sorry this post was too long.

Well, isn’t this confusing?

I’m honestly not very tech savvy, so this is going to take some getting used to. Don’t be alarmed if we haven’t met before and I followed you, I mostly followed everyone that my kids follow. I’m not checking up on them, I promise! Well, maybe just a little.