sometimes i think they should have kept this

my pynch headcanons

  • their friends noticing that the longer they’re together the more they both smile, though ronan still not as much as everyone else
  • adam slowly moving all of his stuff over to the barns without realising, until he goes to sleep at st agnes one night and notices he doesn’t even have a toothbrush there anymore
  • one night ronan, thinking adam was asleep, whispers ‘sometimes i wonder if i pulled you out of a dream’ and adam opening his eyes and looking ronan dead in his and telling him ‘i’m real ronan, and i love you’
  • ronan freaking the fuck out because adam loves him back
  • adam taking twice as long as it should have to drive to college because he kept turning the car around and driving back a few miles at the thought of not seeing ronan in person every day 
  • adam getting really stressed at college and the only thing that can immediately calm him down is the hondayota mixtape, much to his roommates confusion and annoyance
  • ronan sending adam care packages of random things like polaroids of opal and himself and stuff hes dreamt for adam
  • adams henietta accent really coming out when he talks about ronan to his collage friends
  • adam taking one of ronans shirts with him and wearing it whenever he misses him then he eventually starts wearing it to bed every night
  • ronan actually using his phone to facetime with adam
  • , adam had to teach him how
  • talking to each other in latin when adams roommate is around and they wanna say something sappy or sexy 
  • but his roommate can still tell they’re saying something like that from how adams voice drops and he starts blushing
  • ronan being ecstatic that adam talks about him so much to his friends
  • , and being even more happy to find adams friends in complete shock when actually meeting him
  • adam telling all his friends that opal is ronans little sister that he’s adopted since both his parents have died
  • , and them noticing how adam talks about opal like she’s his and ronans daughter
  • the gangsey having a get together at adams college as gansey, blue, and henry pass through on their trip and them noticing how much closer the two are since they left them at the end of the school year
  • ronan always making sure he sits on adams right, especially in group settings so he can still whisper comments into his ear
  • it took them a while to be open with verbal affection in front of their friends but eventually they warmed up to it and every time ronan says ‘i love you’ to adam blue loses it
  • , before they were comfortable with it ronan would say ‘you’re a dream parrish’ and adam would reply with ‘i’m as real as it gets lynch’ and they would know what they meant
Busy - [EXO] Dr!Chanyeol Au

[A/N] So my doctor-to-be friend came over to take me out to dinner, and he’s been so grateful that he passed his fourth year exam flawlessly, and decided to drain my money by coming over, so this was slightly inspired by him. So pray that he’ll be an orthopedist one day, he’s amazing and kind. And single.

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You just got off the phone with your mother and apart from screaming at your little brother to come out of his room, she just complaints how she’s having indigestion, every now and then.

You didn’t have to ask why because she’s will answer that question for you, without even having a second to think about how it will hurt you. “…because you’re not married yet. Your friends are having their honeymoons, having a second baby, getting hitched, being in a relationship…” and then she proceeds to tell you the darndest thing, “What about you.”

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a continuation to the au where elle is a model

being lead through the studio surrounded by a security team wasn’t what elle had in mind when she was shuffled out of her cab. she thought it would be easier for her to just figure out where his dressing room was on her own, using her ability to text him to get the proper directions. but, she said nothing, and just allowed herself to be directed to wherever they were taking her. 

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heartbeats - jughead jones

  Request: Hey! Can I request a reader x jughead imagine where the reader has a panic attack? Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! – Anon

 Words: 814, sorry it’s short!

 Warnings: panic attack, swearing (it’s me, obviously there’s swearing from your resident potty-mouth.)

 A/N: I had a panic attack yesterday so this was easy to write lol. Sorry it’s short anon, but it ended up being one of those things that didn’t need any more! I suffer from anxiety and PTSD, so if you ever want a chat, I’m here! Also, I know it’s not said anytime in the show that Jughead has had a panic attack but for the liberty of this, he has. But, looking at everything he’s been through, wouldn’t you say he most likely has suffered from anxiety/depression or another mental illness? I really hope you guys like this as I love i

    It hits you like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, and all at once.

    You’re not really sure where it all came from, or what exactly unnerved you and it sure as hell wasn’t the first time something like this had happened so you knew the correct protocol. Your chest was tight, your vision blurry, your heart pounding and breathing erractic.

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anonymous asked:

sometimes when my mom's cooking, she pours raw egg whites into my dog's dish. im worried that my dog might get sick from this. is it an ok thing to do?

Yes, raw eggs in moderation are safe. They should just be kept refrigerated to prevent bacteria growth.

Dogs don’t really have to worry about salmonella, though, because their digestive tract is much shorter than ours, not allowing much time for bacteria growth, and they are more acidic which helps kill bacteria. But to give them a bit of an advantage, I think organic eggs, in hopes for a healthier hen, is what some people opt for.


I am 100% pleased more people are talking about the importance of enrichment now. But I fear it is starting to become a bit of a buzzword and not everyone seems to “get” what enrichment is really about. It’s not like.. A weekly chore you do for your reptiles. It’s not bombarding them with new things all the time.. It’s the foundation of your enclosure design. It applies to the way you offer hides, heat and light too. There seems to be a bit of confusion,  shown by a few discussions yesterday, as to what enrichment really IS. And this has also raised concerns from others that new keepers or those unfamiliar with reptile behaviour will stress out their animals despite good intentions. Indeed a valid concern. But to clarify: One of the main goals of environmental enrichment is to REDUCE stress and bordem.   

Enrichment is about choice and giving an animal control over its own environment. Not about “shaking things up” all the time.

“Enrichment is a dynamic process for enhancing animal environments within the context of the animal’s behavioural biology and natural history. Environmental changes are made with the goal of increasing the animals behavioural choices and drawing out their species-appropriate behaviours, thus enhancing animal welfare.”

- 1999 AZA Behavioural Scientific Advisory Group.

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Size Isn’t Everything 3/4

(Yes it’s 4 chapters now)

Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog.
Chapter: 2/4  Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here
Words: ~2745 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink,

Many thousand apologies for the long delay in between chapters. Blink and weeks disappear. The final chapter should be up before the end of the week, and thanks for still reading!

forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta!

“They’re a Black Sabbath tribute band, Kurt. I think they do country versions of all the songs.” Rachel scrunched her face at him. “I think it’s supposed to be ironic.”

“Rachel, we’re in Brooklyn, of course it’s supposed to be ironic.”

The bar was much more crowded than he had expected, with probably close to 40 or 50 people filling up the small space. The stage was low, but so was the ceiling and the band were already crammed up on the tiny stage when they walked in. He and Rachel bought drinks from the bartender and perched themselves near the rear.

“Are we staying for the whole show?” Kurt asked.

“Come on Kurt, Tina and Santana have been rehearsing for two weeks. We all promised to support each other in our creative pursuits.”

Kurt held his hands up. “I’m here! I’m supporting! But I fully expect you will all be there when my show opens.”

“Of course we will.” Rachel patted him on the shoulder, nodding. “I’m going to text Santana and tell her we’re here. I don’t need her to get all pissed off thinking we didn’t show.”

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out - Ian

Request in which both Max and Joji are fighting over you but you’re secretly dating Ian and, one day, Ian ‘snaps’.


“Oh,” you say, not so surprised as you make it sound like, as you enter the kitchen. “Hey, Ian.” You eye him, carefully approaching him at the table after putting your empty glass in the sink. He acknowledges you with a nod, raising an eyebrow in question at your rather secretive and wary behaviour. You glance one time at the door, making sure that no one is going to disturb you two, then finally you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, hugging him tightly.

“What’s this all about?” the bespectacled boy can’t help but chuckle at your actions, but still leans over into your embrace. He closes his eyes, sighing content as you nuzzle his hair and gently caress his jaw with the tips of your fingers.

“I just missed you. Can’t I?”

He purrs “You can, but…” he glances at the door and you know very well what he means. “Won’t they…?”

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Recharge is a good episode

In which I do not know how to shut the fuck up. I’m sure this episode has been rehashed hundreds of times but guess what y’all get my view on it now. This is what you get for accepting me into the fandom. This is over 2300 words. Fear me.

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The Easy Way (Part 10) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine


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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20


a/n: this series is almost done! i’m sad to see it go, but i’m really happy with how i’m gonna end it. the final part(s?) should be posted sometime soon :-) 

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open

Jesus lead the way, and Rosita followed behind you. Jesus kept his stolen gun in the back of his belt, and you all tried your hardest to make your way through the Sanctuary without drawing any suspicion. You and Rosita followed Jesus, trusting that he knew where he was going. After a while, though, Jesus sighed. 

“I have no idea where it is. I swear we’ve been walking around in circles!” Jesus said quietly. That’s when you heard him. 

“I-I do not believe I can do th-that.” It was Eugene. Rosita’s face went pale, and Jesus started quietly walking in the direction of Eugene’s voice. The three of you quickly and quietly made your way through the dark halls. 

Dwight stood behind Eugene, holding his hands behind his back. Negan’s back was to you, and he was obviously trying to get Eugene to do something for him. 

“Shit,” Jesus whispered, telling you to go back so you wouldn’t be seen by Negan. 

“Damn. You guys are in deep shit.” You turned around quickly to see who it was. Arat stood with a large knife drawn. “Get on your damn knees, or I’ll kill all of you. Don’t think I won’t.”

You, Rosita, and Jesus all got on your knees. From behind you, you could hear Negan, Dwight, and Eugene. 

“Well, well, well! Look who decided to pay me a visit! It’s my favorite badass! (Y/N), I missed ya’. And the bitch who tried to kill me, but ended up scarring Lucille! I haven’t missed you one bit. Now, I don’t believe we’ve met,” Negan said, addressing Jesus. 

“Jesus,” he said boldly. Negan stuck out his hand, and Jesus shook it. 

“Aye! Rick could learn a thing or two from you. Everyone could. Such a gentleman! I’m impressed. Maybe I’ll have to hold onto you,” Negan rambled. 

You wanted so badly to try to escape, but for the safety of everyone else, you knew you would have to play his game. 

“Where’s lover boy? I miss him too,” Negan taunted, dropping so his face was level with yours. “Did he die? He’d probably be with you now if he was still alive. Was it brutal? Did you see it?”

You stared straight at him, not allowing yourself to show any signs of weakness. “He’s fine. Don’t worry about him,” you demanded. He couldn’t know there were more of you there. You would have no chance against him if he had any idea there were more people coming for him. You had to keep everyone else a secret until the time was right. 

Negan walked slowly and carefully to Arat’s side, and Dwight followed him after forcing Eugene on his knees. He was next to Rosita, and she smiled at him. It was small enough so nobody could notice, but big enough that Eugene understood. He knew she cared for him and wanted him to be safe. 

“Ain’t this familiar? This is just like that time I killed your friends! Damn, that wasn’t a fun night for anybody,” Negan teased. Eugene started to breathe louder. His face was growing more red as he shook with anger. 

“Wow! My man with the cool hair’s about to explode! Chill out, man. You’re freaking me out,” Negan said, mocking Eugene. Dwight, Negan, and Arat stood facing the four of you. It took everything in you not to squeal when you saw Daryl, Enid, Tara, and Rick slowly coming up behind the three unsuspecting Saviors. 

“Hey, asshole!” You turned around to see Maggie. Arat lifted her gun and pulled the trigger. Before the bullet could hit Maggie, Carl stepped out from the hall shoved her out of the way. He went down as a bullet grazed his arm. 

Everything around you seemed to be going so fast. Adrenaline was pumping in and out of your body as your senses all intensified. Daryl had Dwight in a headlock, and Enid was bleeding a lot. Eugene was holding Carl in his arms, and Sasha had Lucille. Jesus’ gun was being fired off repetitively. Or maybe it was Arat’s. You couldn’t tell. More Saviors came. You were punching, screaming, and kicking. You grabbed someone’s hair on the back of their head and smashed it into a wall too many times to count. You were crying. 

You were on the ground, and Rick was grabbing you. He picked you up and ran. That’s when everything turned dark. 

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00-xxs-deactivated20170119  asked:

Is it true that eating 2000 kcal a day of healthy food will make me lose weight?? I want to believe it but I just can't. I've tried that before and just stayed fat. Any advice?

Of course every body is different.
Anyway I would recommend you, to eat at least 1500 kcal a day. Otherwise your metabolism will slow down.

There are the easy rules.
1) Drink water or green tea right after waking up.
2) Eat in the morning. When u don’t, you will binge.
3) Eat healthy and enough.
4) Avoid sugar and make sure to have enough proteins.
5) Exercise.

I think that that’s the best way for losing weight and living healthy.
For me, it works great. For 3 month I was eating about 100 kcal, nothing or sometimes 3000. My body was stressed and kept the food as fat. Now, my body isn’t. When I do sport I am able to burn fat instead of burning muscles. I think that’s the point.

So the fact is, that you won’t be able to reach and stay at your goal weight when u are starving.

You should eat healthy and enough. And you should exercise a lot. In my opinion, that’s the only way.

Everything Darry Curtis says in the book.

“Are you all right, Ponyboy?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?”

“You’re both nuts.”

“You don’t ever think. Not at home or anywhere when it counts. You must think at school, with all those good grades you bring home, and you’ve always got your nose in a book, but do you ever use your head for common sense? No sirree, bub. And if you did have to go by yourself, you should have carried a blade.”

“When I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother, I’ll ask you—kid brother.”

“I’m working tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, since it ain’t a school night.”

“Rub harder, Soda. You’re gonna put me to sleep.”

“Where the heck have you been? Do you know what time it is?”

“Well, it’s two in the morning, kiddo. Another hour and I would have had the police after you. Where were you, Ponyboy? Where in the almighty universe were you?”

“You what?”

“I reckon it never occurred to you that your brothers might be worrying their heads off and afraid to call the police because something like that could get you thrown in a boys’ home so quick it’d make your head spin. And you were asleep in the lot? Ponyboy, what on earth is the matter with you? Can’t you use your head? You haven’t even got a coat on.”

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t think! I forgot! That’s all I ever hear out of you! Can’t you think of anything?”

“You keep your trap shut! I’m sick and tired of hearin’ you stick up for him.”


“Pony, I didn’t mean to”


“Oh, Pony, I thought we’d lost you…like we did Mom and Dad.”

“He didn’t get much sleep this week. He hardly slept at all.”

“We’d better go home. We can’t do anything here.”

“He’s sure lost a lot of weight.”

“I ironed. They’re in my closet. Hurry up, you’re gonna be late.”

“Yeah, the cops told me last night.”


“Where you gonna get the dough, little man?”

“We’d better get on to work, Pepsi-Cola.”

“I hate to leave you here by yourself, Ponyboy. Maybe I ought to take the day off.”

“You two do up the dishes. You can go to the movies if you want to before you go see Dally and Johnny. Two-Bit, lay off. He ain’t lookin’ so good. Ponyboy, you take a couple of aspirins and go easy. You smoke more than a pack today and I’ll skin you. Understood?”

“Yeah. See y’all this afternoon.”

“I’m gonna show ‘em off on you, little buddy, if you get any mouthier.”

“I don’t know if you ought to be in this rumble, Pony.”

“Yeah. You fight real good for a kid your size. But you were in shape before. You’ve lost weight and you don’t look so great, kid. You’re tensed up too much.”

“Well, Johnny won’t be there this time…but then, Curly Shepard won’t be there either, or Dally, and we’ll need every man we can get.”

“Well, I guess you can. But be careful, and if you get in a jam, holler and I’ll get you out.”

“Man, this is one kid brother I don’t have to worry about.”

“This kiddo can use his head. You can see he uses it for one thing—to grow hair on.”

“Juvenile delinquent, you’re no good!”

“Listen, Soda, you and Ponyboy, if the fuzz show, you two beat it out of there. The rest of us can only get jailed. You two can get sent to a boys’ home.”

“All the same, you two blow at the first sign of trouble. You hear me?”

“I’ll take on anyone.”

“Hello, Paul.”

“We won. We beat the Socs.”

“Where have you been?”

“Ponyboy, what’s the matter?”


“It was Dally. He phoned from a booth. He’s just robbed a grocery store and the cops are after him. We gotta hide him. He’ll be at the lot in a minute.”

“Ponyboy, you okay?”

“Gosh, kid, you had us scared to death.”

“I told you you were in no condition for a rumble. Exhaustion, shock, minor concussion—and Two-Bit came blubberin’ over here with some tale about how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night. We all were.”

“You got a concussion from getting kicked in the head—Soda saw it. He landed all over that Soc. I’ve never seen him so mad. I think he could have whipped anyone, in the state he was in. Today’s Tuesday, and you’ve been asleep and delirious since Saturday night. Don’t you remember?”

“I don’t know, baby. I just don’t know.”

“Do you even remember being in the hospital?”

“You kept asking for me and Soda. Sometimes for Mom and Dad, too. But mostly for Soda.”

“Johnny left you his copy of Gone with the Wind. Told the nurse he wanted you to have it.”

“Asleep, I hope. I thought he was going to go to sleep shaving this morning and cut his throat. I had to push him to bed, but he was out like a light in a second.”

“No rough stuff, little buddy.”

“I should think you would be. You wouldn’t eat anything most of the time you were sick. How’d you like some mushroom soup?”

“I’ll go make some. Sodapop, take it easy with him, okay?”


“There’s a guy here to see you. Says he knows you. His name’s Randy.”

“You want to see him?”

“Hey, Randy. I think you’d better go now.”

“Don’t ever say anything to him about Johnny. He’s still pretty racked up mentally and emotionally. The doc said he’d get over it if we gave him time.”

“Ponyboy Curtis, put out that cigarette!”

“You’re not going to die if you don’t get a smoke. But if that bed catches on fire you will. You couldn’t make it to the door through that mess.”

“Maybe you can be a little neater, huh, little buddy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re not going to drop out. Listen, with your brains and grades you could get a scholarship, and we could put you through college. But schoolwork’s not the point. You’re living in a vacuum, Pony, and you’re going to have to cut it out. Johnny and Dallas were our buddies, too, but you don’t just stop living because you lose someone. I thought you knew that by now. You don’t quit! And anytime you don’t like the way I’m running things you can get out.”

“It’s the letter he wrote Sandy. Returned unopened.”

“When Sandy went to Florida…it wasn’t Soda, Ponyboy. He told me he loved her, but I guess she didn’t love him like he thought she did, because it wasn’t him.”

“He wanted to marry her anyway, but she just left. Why didn’t he tell you? I didn’t think he’d tell Steve or Two-Bit, but I thought he told you everything.”

“He cried every night that week you were gone. Both you and Sandy in the same week. Come on, let’s go after him.”

“Circle around and cut him off. I’ll stay right behind him.”

“Sure, little buddy. We aren’t going to fight anymore.”

“No more fights. Okay, Ponyboy?”

Pokemon X/Y Game Sentence Starters (Part I)

  • ”Hey! Listen! I’m gonna win this battle!”
  • “You really love ____!”
  • “It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”
  • “I’m a pro when it comes to gardens.”
  • “I have a good feeling about you!”
  • “Sorry to have kept you waiting.”
  • “Just so you know, I’m not that tough!”
  • “You’re really something, aren’t you?”
  • “I think being different from others is part of what makes me special.”
  • “I want to live and change like that, too.”
  • “Everything beautiful should stay that way forever.”
  • “So which do you like best: long or short?”
  • “It’s bonding time!”
  • “Sometimes it’s nice to take the long way!”
  • “Did you get drawn in by this girl’s aura or something?”
  • “I was born to dance!”
  • “I haven’t been able to sleep very well for days!”
  • “You look like a seasoned traveler!”
  • “Take this, thief!”
  • “Have you ever had something happen that really scared or surprised you?”
  • “It’s sleeping so soundly, the end of the world wouldn’t wake it.”
  • “Are old buildings more important than people who are alive now?”
  • “I feel like I’m in a dream.”
  • “Wow! Get a look at these chairs! They’re absolutely ‘chairrific’! Get it?”
  • “If you ask me, a good bed is a bed in which you can get a good night’s sleep.”
    “Don’t try to sleep in the king’s bed. It’s ‘ir-regal’!”
  • “Please! Don’t run away!”
  • “A situation like this demands fireworks!”
  • “I really hope we get to be great friends, ____.”
  • “I’ll keep this memory in an album in my heart!”
  • “Give it to them.”
  • “Think you can defeat a man at the peak of his happiness?”
  • “Was THAT supposed to be an attempt to patch things up?”
  • “With my shorts on, I can run like the wind!”
  • “You may have defeated me, but that’s not going to stop me from running!”

ogawdy  asked:

Seriously, your art is a blessing. i love how you draw Khadgar, how you mixed all kinds of canons into him, he's the cutest!! I agree with you, reading The Last Guardian, I was sad they didn't keep the white strand of hair so seeing your art is sooo good! It's like, the Khadgar we all deserve. I love you <3

I feel blessed for such nice feedback too really ;w; I’m not too good on that self-confidence thing sometimes, so I keep each nice word in my heart ! 
And haaa, yes, they should have kept the white strand of hair in the movie too, it would have been nice !!
Also, I think you’re French, too, right ? So yayy, merci beaucoup ❤

I need to be loading my car. And I’d told myself, you know, on all these early-spring trips to the farm, I should be bringing and organizing things for the yurt, and i kept saying to myself, yes, I should be doing that, sure, next time, and well, now it’s next time. if I don’t get the yurt set up on Friday I won’t have anywhere to sleep that night. (Well, unless I drive a staggering eight miles to my mother’s house, gasp. But still. It’d be great to just– get the yurt up, because we’ll be busy all week and there won’t be time.)

But I didn’t do all the things I was going to over the winter to get it finished, and then I made up for it by making an exhaustive list today at work, and I … left the list on my desk, and I’m meant to load the car tonight and leave straight from work tomorrow and you know. You know.

Anyway. I’m a champion at procrastinating, we all knew that.

I gave myself the Chicken Processing Manicure today at work since I’m sort of unsupervised and so nobody was going to care if I sat at my desk trimming, filing, and painting my nails. I have really really really really short and neat nails now, and I painted them deep shiny crimson because I had the bottle in my pencil case. (OPI, Not Really A Waitress, to be specific.) And here I’m thinking, again, that these are definitely Lesbian Fingernails, like for sure these are the nails you see on a girl in a bar and think oh yes, my dear, you know what you’re about. And every other chicken slaughter or so I make a joke to that effect, and it falls flat every time, because everyone else there is either a straight woman or a dude who doesn’t think about these things (but really, really dudes, really, surely you know about this sort of thing, for real????) and they all kind of blink at me, and I say, never mind, but I can never resist trying again. This is a manicure to make love to your old lady with, okay? Especially when painted, because then you can see the little soft half-moons of the tips of my fingers where the nail is so short the soft flesh extends beyond it. I’ve never picked up a girl in a bar, but the thought remains.

Being a bisexual woman in a relationship with a dude is really not the same thing as being a straight woman in a relationship with a dude, it really isn’t, because I just don’t think the same way. But anyhow.

Meanwhile, apropos of nothing, I looked up Stan Rogers because a commenter on Home In The Wind suggested him, and I’d heard a lot of his stuff before but hadn’t really ever sat and listened much. So I gave Sweet Young Thing Kalonia a song of his in the latest Lost Kings update (she’s old enough that she was in the Rebellion, she sure was), and I’ve been listening to Rogers’s Greatest Hits on Google Play on my commute lately.

And i keep getting The Flowers Of Bermuda stuck in my head. And in the recording, it’s really really upbeat, almost too much so. But the version I always wind up half-remembering and singing to myself when nobody’s in the room is definitely not. Has anyone ever done a wistful cover of Flowers of Bermuda? Someone surely has. 

He was the captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
when he died on the North Rock Shoal

anonymous asked:

Hi Hollie!♥️ I recently broke up with my bf who i dated for about a year... He kept pressuring me to have sex with him but I'm asexual and he didn't understand that.. I really miss him bc tbh he was my best friend and he wasn't a bad person but he really made me feel bad sometimes. Idk what to do bc i'm not sure if i made the right decision and i think i'm the one at fault.. What do you think? ily ♥️

Yes you made the right decision! No one should pressure you into anything that’s so bad!! You will move on in time Hun trust me 💕

thoughts on zen’s route (SPOILERS): 

✦ i really, really don’t like how to get zen’s ‘good’ ending, we have to encourage him to reconnect with his abusive family. and the only other option is, ‘only think about ME, zenny!!!1!’ abuse victims do not have to reconnect with their abusers, and no one should ever push them to do so. where’s the option to go, ‘it’s totally up to you, and i’ll support any decision you make.’??

✦ everyone in the fandom kept going, ‘oh, zen’s narcissism gets so old,’ and i went in expecting to be annoyed as hell, but i’m really not? i don’t see it as him being a narcissist, tbh. i see it as him being an abuse victim who spent his childhood being told he was hideous, and sometimes he brags about himself as a way to cope and remind himself that it’s not true. honestly, i see him as pretty self-conscious, and needing of reassurance. ( i am also 100% convinced that he has a praise kink the size of the fucking sun, someone please request that at some point. PLEASE. )

✦ speaking of his praise kink, every time he mentions ‘the beast,’ i become more and more convinced that he’s such a sub. possibly a switch, but he definitely does not measure up to the big game he talks. and i want him to be real so i can dom the hell out of him.

✦ he’s honestly so sweet?? like, i just got the phone call where he tells m/c, ‘i want to listen your voice for the rest of my life,’ and i am having chest pains?? please chill out, boy, my heart can only take so much. let me rest.



Little Stevie  (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: could you write a fic where the reader is pregnant with Steve’s child, and they’re called to go on a mission, but Steve is unsure about letting her go as is bucky. She assures them that she can take care of herself, and fluff occurs c: Then while on the mission she ends up being captured and used as a hostage by the evil hydra baddies. Id prefer if she saved herself, saying something along the lines of “What? I’m pregnant, not incapacitated.” to a very surprised yet proud group of avengers ❤️

Here it is, doll!  Hope you like it!

“So, there’s really a little Stevie in there?” You laughed out loud as Bucky poked at your stomach like he was scared to touch you.  “That’s kinda gross.”  Despite his words to his displeasure, he just kept on poking at you.  

“I’m not sure if I should be offended or scared that you know something about Steve that I don’t. What exactly are you thinking that I have growing in here?”

Bucky’s face turned several different shades of red, realizing that sometimes the words in his head are better left in there.  “Oh, shit! No, that came out wrong…I meant it’s weird…no, that’s not right…it’s just that a part of that punk is growing…in there…” You put up your hand to stop him, embarrassed for him now.  “I guess I just don’t have any experience with this sort of thing.   I sure as hell never thought he would be having kids one day.”

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we were taking a healthy break from our classes because our brains weren’t working for the moment. we lounged against your car and i said: okay, so young love.

you laughed and stared at the sky and said “well aren’t teens just emotionless robots who whine all day”

and i said; well, i try to whine all day but when would i do my homework

you got real quiet just then and cracked your knuckles and kept watching the clouds and you said “one time i was in an elevator that dropped two stories and while we were all fine that was the moment i realized i would never get her out of me because for all of those seconds where i thought i was dying all i could think was that i’d never have another chance to see her smile and truth be told i think young love is crashing through to the basement and sometimes thinking that maybe you should apply the brakes but knowing - i mean knowing - you’d rather feel this alive than keep being safe.”