so this was the one i did yesterday


Not bothering to edit my writing anymore. It’s too time consuming and tiring. So I’m sorry for the mess all this stuff is. One day maybe I’ll edit it. 


I pulled into the office just a little late but I had a good reason as to why. With a big smile I turned into our office but just like yesterday I stopped short because Cock was in the same place as the day before.

“Oh, hey,” I said a little flustered.

Clayton turned to acknowledge my presence. Ben did as well but I could tell by the look on his face he was as annoyed by Clayton’s presence as I was.

“Morning Shawn!” Y/n smiled brightly, and she seemed in a good mood.

I smiled only at her. “Good morning,”

Her eyes then darted to the tray in my hand. “Oh wow, two coffees for yourself already you must have a busy day.”

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There are so many things on your plate right now, and a whole lot of things to figure out, but if ever for a moment you start to feel like you cannot continue, take a deep breath, reflect, and remember how far you’ve come. Think about where you were last year. Think about the things that used to worry you so much that no longer consume your mind and time: the relationship that wasn’t healthy, the stress of what this year would be like, the things you never thought you would accomplish but did…all of those things are worthy being grateful for, and are beautiful reminders that you are going to be okay.

Because even though tomorrow is uncertain, you know The One who brought you through yesterday, and you know that He isn’t going anywhere today or tomorrow. You now know that He is with you, until the end of time.

…And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age. - Matthew 28:20

If anxiety has consumed your mind lately, take heart, knowing there will be a day when you look back on this time of your life, realizing that all along, you were guided. All along, God was leading your heart through the valley and into the safety of His loving arms, and through every year and every season, He will do that again and again.

Hold onto this when the weight of it all is just too much. He is still leading the way, just like He did yesterday, and you will wake up from this season, so thankful for all He was doing on this day, even though things are far from perfect, He was still leading the way.

Written by @morganharpernichols for the girl who just ended things with her boyfriend and is uncertain about next semester.

So I was excited to see Hatter as one of the featured rogues in Batgirl Rebirth’s latest arc which concluded yesterday - dude doesn’t have many main appearances at the moment - but was mainly amused that more than half his appearances has him looking like a swollen punctured grape. Punching fodder much. Ouch. I did like his design here tho, the art was my cup of tea. :)

I was a domestic goddess for 24 hours yesterday. I don’t think I’ve cooked so much in a day in my life and that was only half of dinner!

Our guests brought the other half thankfully 😅

Today I am letting my husband be a birthday princess and pamper himself all day while Bubs and I hang out.
Which has been made so much easier by the fact that one of our guests did a decent chunk of dishes before leaving last night. MVP!

anonymous asked:

Happy Thanksgiving! Don't always be the cook, be the eater! And I think I can say it for everyone here, we're thankful for the time you first decided to start sharing your art, and then your writing, and then did it again and again. Have a good one!

Happy Thanksgiving to you too! I will definitely be eating, don’t you worry. Most of my contribution is in the baking and I did that yesterday. Today I just have to help the people that are doing the major cooking. I am definitely looking forward to pie and the pumpkin pie cheesecake I made.

Originally posted by drunkcravings

And thank you! That’s really incredibly sweet of you to say! I am thankful for every single one of you that has ever supported my art/writing in any way. Means more to me than you could know <3 <3 <3

$10-ish (and under) Decks

So I’ve put together a list of tarot and oracle decks that are – mostly – $10 and under on Amazon. A few are over $10, but only by some cents, and nothing is $11 or over. All prices are accurate as of the time I grabbed them, and I’m going off of the main prices listed on the page, so you can probably find some cheaper decks in the used section as well!

I included a few offbeat choices, like a set of blank tarot cards and the Tiny Universal Waite – which is honestly too small to use as a deck, but is great for magic. Be sure to check out each listing for yourself if you’re interested!

Also, the prices are definitely going to change – the English Magic Tarot in particular has fluctuated wildly, as you all may remember. And decks that were priced too high at the time of making this list may go down in price, so it’s always worth checking Amazon just in case! Plus there are definitely a few decks that got left off this list.




Jeremy: And despite all of their bitching they sung along to all the songs anyway.

Christine: Yeah and then you and Mike were making bedroom eyes at each other during “Love Will Find A Way”.

Rich: Not to mention you wouldn’t shut up about how much you loved Kovu for the entire movie lol

Jeremy: Wha? Hey!!

Michael: Yeah we know you’re a furry but do you have to make it so obvious?

Jeremy: I AM NOT–

Michael: Saying that you have a crush on Kovu immediately results in classifying you as a furry, Jer.

Jeremy: I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now


arrives 2 and half years later with more papercuts

First Kisses

Their first kiss wasn’t spectacular. No one stood in the background, waiting to light off fireworks while hordes of people cheered and applauded. There was no performance at all, really.

The fact of the matter is that their first kiss was on a Tuesday night, and Draco was making Harry stay up with him to study for a Defense Against the Dark Arts exam they had the next morning. They were the only ones in the common room. But Harry looked at the clock and realized it wasn’t Tuesday night anymore, it was actually Wednesday morning, and somehow during their studying they’d slumped over onto each other, eyelids weighed down with sleep. The fire had all but burned out, the glowing coals casting a dim orange light across the two boys on the overstuffed sofa…

It wasn’t spectacular. They just sort of… fell together, I suppose, melting into each other, and Harry wasn’t sure where his mouth ended and Draco’s began anymore. He kept falling. Harry hoped he’d never hit the ground.

Their first kiss was in the rain after Harry and Draco were both shit-faced drunk, stumbling out of the bar while still swaying in time to the pumping music inside. Harry’s glasses were askew, and his cheeks were flushed, and god, his pupils were so dilated… Draco had intended on mapping out every corner of Harry’s face so he could remember it later when he went home alone like usual, but when he straightened Harry’s glasses for him, his hands lingered against his cheeks, thumbs tracing Harry’s lips. Their foreheads pressed together. He could feel Harry’s breath against his mouth and when he finally closed the remaining space between them, Harry’s wand shot out sparks and singed Draco’s coat. If you weren’t looking closely as you walked past them in the dark, you’d think it was one cloaked figure, standing very still outside the crowded bar.

Draco didn’t go home alone ever again after that night.

Their first kiss was in the eighth-year common room, surrounded by friends who had all had far too much firewhiskey to drink. It was Harry’s turn, and his face was already beet red. He wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or from what was about to happen, but he wasn’t sure that mattered right now. He spun the bottle as hard as it would go. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and the bottle just kept going… There was no way there wasn’t magic involved in how long it took it to stop spinning. Maybe he was so drunk, it had stopped spinning hours ago and he just hadn’t noticed.

The room went silent.

Harry was particularly aware of the fact that there was a floor beneath him, and something else underneath, and he felt entirely too heavy to hold up. He looked at who the bottle pointed towards and wished the floorboards would give way to send him plummeting into whatever room was beneath them.

And Ron was assuring him that no, if he really didn’t want to, he didn’t have to do it, but Pansy started chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and made everyone else join in. Hell, even Hermione was pumping her fists and chanting, and all of the blood in Harry’s body rushed to his head. He was most definitely a deep shade of scarlet now.

He looked up from his lap, though, and inches in front of him was the one person he never thought he’d touch in a way that wasn’t with malintent, and his eyes were already closed.

Draco tasted like peppermint and booze. The first time, at least.

Their first kiss was full of fire and anger and sweat, and they were seventeen. There was no one left in the showers after Slytherin lost another Quidditch match to Gryffindor, and Draco was convinced Harry had cheated. He’d almost had the snitch. He could have beat him for the first time in his life. Draco punched first, hitting the hard brick wall and bloodying his knuckles when Harry ducked out of the way. Harry’s face was covered in dirt and neither of them had much in the way of a hairstyle after playing out in a rainstorm for several hours. But Draco couldn’t think about Harry’s unkempt hair or muddy face right now, because somehow Harry had pinned him up against the wall, breathing hard and muttering something about how Draco should think very hard about what he did next…

Harry had hickeys landscaped across his chest for days.

Their first kiss was confusing for both of them. Of course Snape had paired them together for potions again, and Harry was prepared to sit back and let Draco do all the work again, but they were being watched so Draco thrust into Harry’s arms some things to chop up that had nothing to do with what they were brewing. Harry was getting a Dreadful in this class and he wasn’t sure how he was going to finish school if he flunked out.

“I’ll help you,” Draco mumbled, and Harry became aware that he had somehow managed to say all of this out loud.

“You’ll what?” asked Harry, dumbfounded.

“I said I’ll help you, you git,” Draco sneered, “McGonagall wants me to do something for the less fortunate because it might help me get a job when we get out of here.”

So Harry agreed, and for two hours on Saturday nights Harry and Draco had a scheduled slot of time to argue study. They’d never spent time alone together though, at least not for this long, and Harry began to notice little things about Draco. Like how when Draco was thinking hard about something, he flossed his hands through his hair, pulling it all off of his forehead and accentuating his widow’s peak. He looked like a blond vampire like that. It was a good look on him.

“What did you just say?” questioned Draco, one eyebrow raised. Harry had thought out loud again. Shit. He tried to think of something to cover up what he’d just said, but it was all out in the open now. He couldn’t backtrack on something like that. Draco looked beyond pleased with himself, and Harry felt his jaw clench. That git.

God, Draco got under his skin, but here, in the empty potions classroom, alone, he looked…


He got under his skin so much that skin was all Harry could think about now. Draco’s skin. It was softer than he’d ever imagined. And his lips were another story.

And that’s what I love about fanfiction. The fact that we can write into existence hundreds of first kiss, each one unique in it’s own way, but each one dripping with more magic than anything you can cast with your wand. Each one the jumping off point for an infinite universe of stories, love, heartbreak, and laughter. So here’s to beginnings. Here’s to more first kisses.

Thank you @parkkate for reminding me of the post I made a few months ago that fell along this line! I figured I’d have at it once again like I did with the other post I made yesterday since I don’t really remember anything I wrote last time! 

i just.. . can’t get over sign of the times. there is so much feeling in it - hope, desperation, strength, vulnerability, pain, love, bravery - and all of it is so palpable, i feel like i can taste it in the air while the song’s playing. he pulls you in at the very first note and tangles you into his soul with every note after that. the energy in his voice just. it washes over you, wave after wave, like an ocean of electricity and emotion. 

Have some Tianshan angst but also comfort (?) I love serious He Tian and also bridal style carry *has actually a freaking huge kink on bridal style carries* The perspective was so hard, I’m such a dumbass when it comes to anatomy XDDD

Told you I dreamt about exactly this (He Cheng’s pants/clothes on He Tian. I have a serious problem.*cough*) and Momo… I’m sorry, but at least your boyfriend came to save ur ass. *shrugs and smiles innocently*