tips for how to get up earlier when you aren't a morning person
remember that you don’t have to make drastic changes. start slowly, by waking just 15-30 minutes earlier than usual. get used to this for a few days. then cut back another 15 minutes. do this gradually until you get to your goal time. for me, my goal time every morning is 6am EST.
have a good reason to want to make this change. set something to do early in the morning that’s important. this might be something like exercising, checking email, studying, etc. this reason will motivate you to get up.
practical things to do:
if you use a physical alarm clock, put it in a physical space away from your bed. when it rings in the morning, this forces you up out of bed to turn it off.
never hit the snooze button on your alarm.
put your laptop and phone far away from your bed to charge at night.
get out of bed as soon as you turn your alarm clock off.
change out of your pajamas/the outfit you slept in asap.
be cautious about the naps you take; don’t overload on them as you are trying to make this change.
try a phone or desktop app that will make the transition to being awake easier for your brain to make.
benefits to waking up early:
waking up early correlates with better grades.
waking up early enhances your productivity.
waking up early gives you more time to exercise and/or study.
waking up early actually improves your quality of sleep.
waking up early helps you enjoy some quiet time before a busy day begins.
*turns on tv 30 minutes early from scheduled game time*
the game doesn't start for another 30 minutes, we have time to change the channel
me, shooting a death glare:
i gotta watch the warm up, the national anthems (where they show shots of the bench), the video featuring the two teams playing, pre-game interviews, locker room and hallway hype, don't you dare touch the remote
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
“Oh come on Y/N! You haven’t been out with us in forever, people are forgetting how you even look!” Your friend whined into the phone as you let out a long sigh, setting your book down unwillingly as you’d been reading it for the last hour.
It had been weeks since your friend, Hani had been begging you to go to the club with her, with you finding a reason to not almost every week.
“But–” you started, an excuse at the tip of your tongue as you had no intention of leaving this book. But she interrupted immediately.
“Nope! Don’t you even start! I’m picking you up in 30 minutes and you’re coming, even if I have to drag you out in your pajamas. So look pretty and get ready to get hooked up babe!”
Before you could protest, Hani ended the call, making you slump against the sofa, a long groan slipping past your lips.
Set a timer. 15-30 minutes is a good starting point. If you really can’t handle that, go with 10 minutes.
Sit down and close your eyes. I sit cross-legged in an armchair. You can sit normally in a chair or be lying down on the floor. Most any position is acceptable. The only requirements are that your body is relaxed and your mind is awake. No falling asleep!
Focus your attention and sight in the space between your eyebrows. Meditation uses a focal point such as that space or your breath or a mantra. Try out different focal points for two weeks at a time until you find something that suits you.
Do not actively think or imagine anything. There is a difference between thinking and having thoughts pop up. Don’t engage in thinking. Thoughts will pop up. Don’t engage them by pushing them away or analyzing them.
If you lose your focus just bring it back to the focal point. It is okay if you suddenly find that you have wandered down a train of thought. Recognizing that when it happens is part of the meditation training. Bringing your attention back, taking a breath, and letting it go is all you need to do.
Don’t get up until the timer goes off. All sorts of difficult emotions and thoughts might arise. That is normal. Meditation cleans a lot of junk out of our mind-body. Before it is cleared away, it often comes to the surface. Let the process happen. You are safe.
This is the technique taught to me by my guru and it is called Jangama Dhyana. You can read more about it on the meditation page of my blog.
Try it out. If you have any further questions along the way, let me know!
Named after: The fact that I mentioned readers birthday so much. That and I was listening to the blues.
It was a Saturday. It was the day of the championship game for baseball. But most importantly, it was your birthday.
You had let this small fact take a back seat in weeks leading up to the game, you didn’t want to stress Jeff out. Your boyfriend was already spending more time with Clay to get tutoring for two more classes just to make sure he’d play. He’d exercise in the early morning before school, go to baseball practice after, study and do homework with the smaller boy, and then watch his previous games until it was time to repeat.
It had become a routine, and Jeff normally got like this a few days before his games. You’d grown accustomed to it, you would plan to walk to school or ride with your next door neighbor Alex Standall, pack a few extra protein bars and Gatorade to leave in his locker, as well as massage him during his film.
He was…distant but it was okay because he always felt so guilty after, he’d pamper you for the next week.
However, what your boyfriend failed to let you know, was that for the championship, this routine of his was starting two weeks before you expected it. So when you found yourself arriving at school by 3rd period, after waiting 20 minutes for your boyfriend to show up you were more than angry.
But you pushed it aside, silently forgiving your baseball player. You knew Jeff loved the sport he played. For the most part, it was the only thing he felt he was incredible at. So you slowly adjusted to this behavior for the week, eating lunch by yourself because Jeff didn’t initially tell you he was going to the athletic trainer during your lunch period. Nodding as he asked you if you could find another ride home because practice was running late. Walking when you realized all your friends had already left.
It was fine, you knew it wasn’t intentional or malicious, he just really wanted the game to go well. Scouts would be looking at him. More importantly, you knew that once these weeks finished you’d have him all to yourself, starting on your birthday.
You walked through the bleachers wearing Jeff’s home jersey, 30 minutes before the game started. You saved seats for his parents who had already wished you a happy birthday, your parents who were there to support your boyfriend, and your friends who had helped you survive these past two weeks.
You made three posters all with different puns and cheesy jokes that you were sure Jeff would love, ’#1 on the field AND in my heart’ 'No that is not Derek Jeter, it’s Jeff Atkins’ And your personal favorite, ‘Atkins, Homerun counter:__’
You brought a sharpie with you to the game and by the end of it, you had edited that poster at least four times. You screamed so loud during the game you barely had any voice left when the team won.
The student section, along with yourself rushed the field and you watched as your boyfriend and his teammates poured water all over their coach. You smiled, more proud of Jeff than ever. Your two weeks of relationship hell were over and you were going to spend the rest of this Saturday night celebrating him and your birthday.
When you finally got the opportunity to get to Jeff, waiting for his parents and your parents to go first so they could leave, you hugged him as tightly as you could you pecked his lips before asking, “Now what champ?”
He smiled at the abbreviation. He let go holding out a finger signaling he’d get back to you. He left, jogging over to his teammates and a few reporters. You waited. Waited as the captains talked to the reporters who covered the game, waited as he greeted the college scout with a firm handshake, waited as the team filed out.
Jeff was the first one on that field and the last one to leave the dugout. He had all of his stuff in his baseball bag, slung on one shoulder while he wrapped the other arm around your waist.
“We’re going to Bryce’s!” He said smiling as you reached his car.
“W-what?” You asked trying to keep it together.
“Bryce, you know Bryce, he’s throwing a party for the win! You asked, ‘now what’ so that’s what!” He replied placing his stuff in his trunk.
You couldn’t lie, it fucking hurt. He forgot. He forgot your birthday of all days. You understand, it was the championship but the last thing you wanted to do was get drunk with a bunch of rowdy jocks. You and Jeff did that almost every weekend. Before you could say anything, Jeff opened the door for you, kissing your cheek.
“Jeff…” you started your voice nearly breaking. But when he turned to you, with the world in his eyes, ecstatic he had just won, you couldn’t bring yourself to ruin it. So you swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked back your tears as you forced a smile on your face.
“Could you please take me home? I’m not feeling too well.” You said, barely managing to make it through your request.
He nods, rushing back over to the driver’s seat. He grabs your hand, rubbing circles on your skin all the way to your house. His grip tightens as he pulls into your driveway and finally looks over at you.
You avoid his gaze and move to get out.
“So no party?” He asks you.
“No thanks, but go and have fun okay? I’ll see you tomorrow!”
He furrows his eyebrows placing another kiss on your hand before letting you go.
“Thanks, baby girl, I’ll see you tomorrow!”
And with that, he drives off. Once he’s out of sight you finally let the tears stream down your face like they had wanted to for the past two weeks.
You decided not to call anyone to make other plans, you would much rather sulk in your own pity. You had a mix of texts come in through the night that you ignored. Most of them from friends wishing you a happy birthday, and a few from a very drunk Jeff who, for the life of him, couldn’t manage to spell out ‘I love you’. That night you cried yourself to sleep, upset and alone trying to rationalize your boyfriend’s actions.
You woke up early the next morning, making yourself breakfast and planning out your day to make up for the previous. You could have fun by yourself. You ignored whatever Jeff texted you when you got ready, putting on some of your favorite clothes instead. Sorting through looking for your sweatshirt, you heard a knock on your door.
You threw on a t-shirt instead, yelling out 'come in’, as you started to put your hair into a bun.
“Hey, you feeling better? I have the nastiest hangover, so it’s fine if you’re not, we’ll be miserable together” Jeff started.
And you shook your head slightly at first, then you gradually became angrier. You couldn’t care less if Jeff had a hangover. Throughout his whole drunk escapade, it didn’t even occur to him that you were sitting at home, by yourself, on your birthday. He had treated you like shit for two weeks, he didn’t just get to waltz back into your life as though it never happened.
“Your parents let me in on their way out. You weren’t answering my texts so I just thought-” he stopped himself as he watched your expression change.
“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.
“What’s wrong Jeff? What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me?” You questioned, raising your voice slightly.
You didn’t plan on getting angry so fast, he just was so oblivious to everything it pissed you off, royally.
Jeff was taken aback. His mouth dropped slightly as he tried to figure out where he went wrong.
“FIRST. You didn’t give me a ride to school with no notice! I had to fucking walk! I was late to class and now I have detention next weekend so thanks!” You stood, now pacing around your room as Jeff took a seat on your bed.
“Baby-” he tried to interrupt.
“I’m not done” You interjected.
You were so upset you missed the completely shocked expression on Jeff’s face. Everything he did wrong in the past two weeks was flooding in all at once.
“Then! You made me eat by myself at lunch when you didn’t tell me you weren’t going to be there!”
“Don’t you dare 'baby girl’ me! Then! You made me walk home! …IT’S AN HOUR WALK JEFF!”
He stood to meet you in all your anger, approaching you slowly.
“You basically ignored me, FOR TWO WEEKS! For fuck sake, Clay saw you more than I did!”
You couldn’t help it. Everything was spiraling in your head and pouring out of your mouth. When Jeff reached you, his hands that normally felt so comforting betrayed him. You wanted nothing more than to scream and yell until he left until he felt the way that you did.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? Please calm down-” he said in the most soothing voice he could figure.
Jeff was scared, to say the least. He had never seen you this angry before.
“CALM. DOWN? YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS!” You screamed back at him pushing against his chest to create some distance between the two of you.
As your voice grew louder, the tears came rolling in again. When they fell down your cheeks Jeff had to fight the urge to wipe them. He felt guilty, he was the sole reason you were so worked up.
“THEN TO TOP IT ALL OFF JEFFREY? YOU FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY!”
Jeff could have sworn he felt his heart stop. He knew he had been forgetting something, he just didn’t know it was you. He couldn’t even stutter out a response, he just stood there taking you in.
“I made three fucking posters for you! And I was there for you! Through all this BULLSHIT! I waited after the game! When you did all your interviews, and you met with all the scouts, and you were fucking around with the boys! I let you do whatever the fuck you needed to! And you left me. On my birthday. FOR A FUCKING PARTY!”
You were sobbing at this point and your voice cracked as you screamed at him.
Jeff had tears at the brims of his eyes as well, he had no idea how much he hurt you in the past two weeks.
“A fucking party Jeff…god, you’re such an asshole.” You mumbled, wiping your tears frantically, hoping that they would stop flowing.
Jeff blinked back the tears his eyes before he approached you again. He stood this time, at least two feet away to give you your space. It was the distance that hurt him the most, normally he couldn’t take his hands off of you. Now, he had to watch his first love cry, because of him, and she was too upset to even let him wipe away her tears.
“I’m sorry” he began.
And before you could interrupt him he continued.
“I- I’m so sorry.” He tripped over his own apology as a few tears fell from his eyes. He wiped them quickly, he knew he wasn’t in the position to get emotional when he was the one who hurt you.
“I was such a dick…and I- I fucked up big time…I don’t even fucking deserve you…” he struggled to find the right words that would make this all go away, but unlike your usual insignificant fights, he knew there wasn’t any combination of words that would fix it.
“Lemme make it up to you” he pleaded.
You crossed your arms over each other. Furious and devastated all at once. You wanted him to stay with you for the rest of the day but you also wanted him to get the hell out of your room.
Jeff slowly closed the gap between you two, grabbing at your waist.
“Please. Y/N. Let me fix it.”
He stared at you, searching your eyes waiting for your answer.
“I’ll beg if I have to” he offered up with a sad smile.
You frowned avoiding his eyes, you and Jeff both knew his puppy dog eyes could get you to do anything.
And so Jeff got onto his knees, his hands still at your waist and you finally looked at him.
“Jeff, get up” you muttered.
“Just give me a chance to fix it.” He countered.
You nodded quickly if only to get him off the ground, and he smiled standing to his feet again. He embraced you in what felt like the tightest hug ever.
“I’m really sorry” he mumbled into your hair.
And when he pulled away he was leaving your room.
“Cancel all your plans today, I’ll be back in an hour, I promise this is going to be the best day of your life!” He rambled as he grabbed his keys from your bed.
“Jeff, I don’t want you to le-” you whined. This was the first time he was paying attention to you in a while.
“One hour. If I’m not back……dump me!” He called out as he left your room door.
You sat on your bed, hearing the rumble of his engine begin, and when the sound of his car left your ears you exhaled and leaned back onto your bed. Hopeful for what was in store.
Part 2 of my horror/fantasy podcast recs is finally here! (Sorry it’s taking so long @thefestiveoctopusnods!) This is the start of all the fiction I listen to and they’re in no particular order. Part 3 should be up soonish..
Passage Ok. So this is a new podcast (only 1 episode out right now!) And it follows the time honoured tradition of “journalist explores spooky goings on and gets in over their head”. This is based around Puget Sound in the Pacific Northwest and is based on GHOST SHIPS! A lifeboat washes up with a bunch of skeletons and an antique pistol and sets the internet on fire when it’s revealed to be a lifeboat from a ship that disappeared 150 years ago. A journalist travels to Puget Sound to find why and how this happened. The first episode is 15 minutes but that may increase as the series goes on.
Spines Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to wake up covered in blood in an attic with no memories of what you were doing or why there’s arcane symbols painted everywhere? If so this is the podcast for you. It follows Wren as she tries to figure out what was going on and why the other people in the attic seem to have really creepy powers. There is quite a bit of body horror in this one just as a warning. Wren is trying to find her “boyfriend” and figure out what he did to them all and why all her “friends” seem to want to kill her now for what he did. Also the main character is bisexual so that’s a giant plus in my book. Each episode is about 20 minutes long so if body horror, secret societies, and creepy superpowers interest you then give this one a try.
Darkest Night One of my favourite new podcasts! It’s narrated by Lee Pace and is another body horror podcast! This one has super secret creepy private company doing human experiments. These experiments boil down to poor lab tech gets a severed head in a box and sucks out the eyeball jelly to put in a machine that plays the last things the eye saw before it died. Each episode is a separate story but with an overarching story about the lab tech doing a casual bit of corporate espionage. Episodes are between 20-30 minutes long and have some of THE BEST 3D audio I’ve heard outside of ASMR videos so you definitely need to use headphones with this one.
The Magnus Archive The Magnus Institute is collecting first hand accounts of the strange and unusual things that happen to normal people for their archives. It’s based around a new archivist who is replacing the last one and going through all the archives and digitising them (as much as possible). Each episode is mostly a stand alone horror story but there are a couple of overarching mysteries that link the podcast together - the three main ones are what happened to the previous archivist and where she went, a private collector’s library of books that come alive as they’re read, and the creepy worm lady. Episodes are about 25 minutes long and it’s just started it’s second season.
Mabel This one is told in a series of voicemails. The narrator, Anna, is a live-in carer for a old lady and she’s leaving messages to the lady’s granddaughter. That’s the basic premise at least. The granddaughter is the mysterious Mabel who is off doing something. Most likely avoiding the creepy house. Each episode is about 20 minutes long. It starts off with a haunted house vibe but quickly descends into something else entirely that makes you wonder if Anna is psychotic, or if the house is influencing her in some way. If Haunting of Hill House is your jam then this is definitely one to check out. I really wish I could explain more about it but you kinda need to experience it to get the full effect. But trust me, it will keep you guessing like all great haunted house stories do.
The Bridge Ok. Ok ok ok. So. Imagine they built a giant transcontinental bridge across the ocean so you don’t have to fly. Now imagine they build hotels and water parks and sightseeing spots along this bridge and kept safe by the Watchtowers. Now imagine that everything goes horribly horribly wrong. That is the situation the guardians of Watchtower 10 find themselves in. It’s 2016 and the ocean has revealed that it’s still not ready to be tamed. Join the gang in these 25 minute episodes as they broadcast to an empty road, fight off weird cults, and struggle to keep their secrets secret. Oh yeah, and no one release the sea monster in the basement please and thank you.
Tales of THATTOWN Welcome to THATTOWN. Found in the deep south (Alabama) THATTOWN is filled with the normal things you’d find in any small town like bands of marauding zombies that like to whisper your deepest secrets to you, casual demon possessions, auto cults, and town mages. Not going to lie - I love this podcast and would urge everyone to check it out. Plus the creators are so nice and will put up trigger warnings for you and are writing up transcripts for free because they want everyone to be able to access it. Episode lengths vary and you need to listen to the first couple of episodes together because the first one is done in such a different style to what the show actually settled with.
The Lift If you ever find yourself in a creepy building that no one else can see, staffed by a dead girl called Victoria who knows just that little too much about you then congratulations - you have a decision to make. Each episode is based around a new person who somehow stumbles into this liminal place. Victoria will take you to the floor that will best help you work out your issues and try and help you. If you deserve it. Of course, it’s up to you if you want to take the help. Each episode is about 30 minutes long and season 2 just started where we’re learning a lot more about Victoria’s backstory and how she ended up trapped as a guardian to that place,
Help Me This is a short, completed podcast about one girl’s journey to find out why her best friend committed suicide. Turns out the answer is - because she didn’t. The podcast quickly takes a turn from trying to find acceptance in death to fighting for your life from the thing that stalks you and wants to steal your soul. There’s a lot more out there than people know and, if you’re unlucky, you can accidentally draw their attention. Fans of slenderman or creepypasta this 15 part miniseries is one you definitely need to listen to. And I really hope the creator decides to put something new out soon!
NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.
“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.
“So you did not forget?”, I asked.
“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.
He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.
“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.
“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”
“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.
“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.
“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”
“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”
“What about…”, he started protesting.
“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”
“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.
20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.
“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.
“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.
“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”
“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.
“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.
“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.
“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.
I stared at them for few seconds.
“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.
Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.
“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.
“Are you going to… bang?”
They started giggling again.
“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.
I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.
I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.
“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.
“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.
“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.
20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.
One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.
“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.
“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.
“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.
“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.
“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.
“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.
“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.
“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.
“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”
“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.
“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.
“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.
“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.
“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.
I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.
“Hey”, I stood next to him.
“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”
“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.
“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”
“Just coke, I’m driving.”
“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.
I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.
“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.
He freezed for a moment.
“What did you say?”, he asked.
“What?”, I looked at him innocently.
“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.
“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.
Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.
“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.
I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.
“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.
“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.
“We need Monty’s shisha”.
“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.
“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”
“Please”, they said at the same time.
“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.
We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.
“You know where to drive?”, he asked.
“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.
“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.
“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.
“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”
“Wow, you’re nice”.
I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.
“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.
“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.
“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”
“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.
“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”
“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.
“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.
“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.
“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.
“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.
“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”
“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.
“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.
I nodded my head without saying anything.
“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.
“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.
“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.
He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.
“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.
“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.
“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car. “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.
“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.
I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.
“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.
I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.
I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.
“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.
“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck buddies thing…”
“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.
“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.
“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned on the wall.
“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”
“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.
“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.
“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.
“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.
“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.
“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.
“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.
“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.
“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.
“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine.
kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There
were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is
made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips
were moving sloppily down my jaw.
“One more thing”, I whispered.
“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.
“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.
“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.
I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I
wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the
back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the
“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass.
He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I
was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer.
Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and
pinched me against them.
“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.
“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.
Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my
“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.
“On the left”, I giggled slightly.
He unzipped me while kissing my neck.
“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.
He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away
from my face and and looked at me up and down.
“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment
either”, he said kissing my neck.
“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you
definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little
bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.
He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole
time he was looking at me with hungry eyes.
He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.
“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.
“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.
“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”
As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.
“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.
“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.
“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.
“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.
“Yeah?”, he looked up.
“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”
I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he
didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top.
I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands
were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to
see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure
my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a
few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself
up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully
slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them
off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length
through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.
“Fuck”, he mumbled.
I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up,
put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.
“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me.
He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts.
“They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them.
His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.
“Oh my God”, I moaned.
“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the
inside of my thighs.
“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my
lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down.
I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.
“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.
His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom.
He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.
“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I
want to hear you moan.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.
“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.
I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.
“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.
He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.
“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.
One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.
“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.
Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.
“Babe…”, he moaned.
Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.
“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.
“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.
We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.
“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.
“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”
“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.
Uhh so this was in my drafts which I havent checked in weeks and totally forgot about? Anyway seeing as the fic I was supposed to be posting today got deleted,,, yall can have this one from like 5 months ago instead lmao.
Tony really should have noticed sooner.
On the surface, nothing seemed wrong. Steve was fine. A little ragged, maybe, but fine. He acted in the same way, smiled at Tony no differently, scolded Clint no less.
So, unfortunately there are many causes of small growths like this. Luckily most are benign but in order to be absolutely sure it isn't cancer we need to biopsy it. I would be very surprised if it came back cancerous but we still need to test it.
So you don't know?
100%? No. It could be an adenoma, follicular cyst, lipoma, or maybe cancer. Biopsy is the only way to tell.
Well, that's probably an all day thing right?
No. This is so small I could do it under a local and it would take maybe 30 minutes from start to finish. Lemme get an estimate for you.
Thats outrageous. It's just a bump.
Well, the histopath is the only way to get a diagnosis. Honestly, I truly believe you can just monitor it for now.
Ok. I guess.
Waste of time and money. The vet charged us $50 only to say he didn't know then demanded we pay more for an answer. He held our dog's health hostage. Do yourself a favor, go somewhere that cares about your pets.
You hadn’t lived in anything larger than a two-bedroom
apartment in several years. So, living with Bucky and Emily had taken some
getting used too.
It was Wednesday already and you had just woken up. Looking
at your phone you saw it was just past 6. Hearing someone in the kitchen, you
quickly put on a pair of sweat pants and an old tee shirt that you were sure
belonged to Sam at some point.
Today is your day off and of course, you had nothing to do so you decided to go to the Mikaelson’s mansion. You tried calling Kol’s phone to let him know you’re coming over but he didn’t answer. So instead, you called Klaus instead to see if he’s up to anything today. To your luck, he was at home painting, so you let him know that you’re coming over.
You and Klaus have a different relationship than you and Kol do. There’s something about you as a person that Klaus adores and feels the need to protect. And yes, Klaus IS the mystery man that you have feelings for, but you couldn’t tell Kol about it, not just yet. Especially since he just recently confessed his feelings for you. You didn’t want to hurt him, so you wanted to give it time before telling Kol.
A part of you felt like Klaus could possibly feel the same way about you because of the way he talks to you and treats you, compared to how he does with others. He’s not as patient with other people than he is with you. But unfortunately, your pride was too big that you didn’t bother asking or confessing to Klaus, so you just rode the wave. And whatever happens, happens.
Arriving to the Mikaelson mansion, you rang the doorbell. “It’s unlocked!” Klaus shouted from inside his home. When you walked in, the first thing you noticed was Klaus painting in his living room, with music playing from his stereo. He had a couple of empty canvases resting on the floor.
“It’s me.” You announced your arrival.
Klaus turned his head to see that it’s you, he smiled then went back to his painting. “Well hello, Y/N. Care to join?”
You furrowed your brows. “Join? What?” Join as in painting? Because painting is not your forte whatsoever.
“I’d rather not repeat myself, love.” Klaus was going back and forth, dipping his brush into paint and painting the half-finished canvas.
You grunted, throwing your purse on the couch. “Okay fine. But I’m just letting you know, I’m terrible. The only thing I know how to paint is a sun and stick figure people, with grass here and there.”
“Well alright then.” Klaus laughed, then took of the canvas he was working on, setting it on the floor. He grabbed one of the blank canvases so that the two of you can paint on that instead. “Let’s start with this.”
Klaus had a couple of paint stains on his Henley, but he didn’t care because he’s rich and can buy a million more. But as for you, you’re not as blessed with money like he is. “Wait. Uh, my shirt.” You said worryingly, tugging on your shirt.
Klaus rolled his eyes. “I’ll buy you another, love.”
“I bought this over a year ago in San Francisco.” You pouted. “I doubt that you can.”
“Alright, princess.” Klaus said jokingly. “I’ll be back.” He smiled and bowed with his arms wide out, trying to be funny for your high-maintenanced self, then he went upstairs to his room.
Klaus came back down with one of his grey henleys, throwing it to you to catch. “Here you go, your majesty. Wear this over your blouse.”
“Thanks Klaus.” You did as he said, throwing his shirt over your clothes. You’re pretty petite, so it looked a bit baggy on you, making you laugh. “It’s huge on me.”
This made Klaus chuckle. “No matter.” He smiled, thinking to himself that you looked cute in his shirt. But having that ego of his, he kept that comment to himself. “Now let’s get started. Shall we?”
(30 minutes later…)
Although the canvas looked a bit terrible because of you, the both of you had a fun time. You even brought bourbon in the mix and turned the music louder than it was when you first arrived.
Being too distracted, you didn’t hear Kol and Rebekah come in. Kol did try calling you back earlier when he was out, but the loud music prevented you from hearing your iPhone’s ringtone.
“Well they look like they’re having fun.” Rebekah said to Kol as they both watched you and Klaus painting together.
“Yeah, too much perhaps.” Kol said in a low tone, Rebekah barely heard.
“What was that?” Rebekah asked while walking towards the kitchen. They both had bags in their hands from grocery shopping. It’s something they did together every other week.
“Nothing, Bekah.” Kol responded, mean mugging the two of you from his jealousy.
Kol wasn’t dumb, it was very easy for him to see that it’s Klaus that you had your eyes on. He could tell by your body language and how playful you were being with each other. Kol saw Klaus laughing and you laughing back when he purposely got paint on your nose, and not to mention, wearing Klaus’s shirt made Kol even more jealous.
He felt a pit in his stomach.
He’s never seen his older brother having this much fun with anyone after all these years. Kol did feel hurt that that person just happened to be you. He always knew that you and Klaus got along pretty well, but he didn’t ever think in his head that the two of you would ever be an item. Up until today. It hurt him even more knowing it’s his own brother.
You both just so happened to see Kol from the corner of your eyes. Klaus turned the music down a little to greet Kol from afar, grinning at him. “Well hello, little brother.”
“Hi Kol!” You waved, giving a big smile because you were happy to see your friend.
Kol forced a smile with a wave, then followed Rebekah into the kitchen. You were too oblivious to pick up on his body language that you went back to what you were doing.
Kol wasn’t being the usual hyper and talkative Kol, which Rebekah eventually caught onto. She knows her brother and he’s never been this quiet. Something was definitely wrong.
“Are you alright?” Rebekah stopped unloading, standing there watching Kol’s moves.
“Peachy, sister.” His face didn’t look ‘peachy’ at all. He had a straight face on.
Rebekah vampire sped up to Kol, stopping him from touching another item of the unloaded groceries on the counter. “I know my brother and you don’t look dandy.” Rebekah rested her hand on Kol’s hand. “Tell me, what is it?”
“It’s Y/N.” Kol sighed.
“What did she do to you? You two seemed perfectly fine last week.”
“Nothing. Nothing.” Kol paused, backing up to the counter, resting his elbows on it from behind. “I confessed to her that I fancy her and the feelings aren’t… mutual.” Kol frowned.
“Well yeah. Because Y/N loves Nik.
And I think he loves her too, he just won’t admit it to anyone. Not even her.
” She quickly glanced over at you and Klaus.
“How did you know about Y/N’s feelings for our hybrid of a brother?” Kol questioned.
“She told me of course.” Rebekah paused, looking up to think. “Not too long ago, actually.”
“That’s not annoying.”
Kol was bothered that you told Rebekah before telling him. What made it even worse is that he found out on his own.
“I can’t believe she never told you. I mean, I guess I could see why. Knowing Y/N, she probably just wanted to spare your feelings because even I know that she cares about you.”
“Yeah, but definitely not the way she cares about Nik.” Kol scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“I’m really sorry, Kol. I had no idea you were fond of her in the first place. She never mentioned that to me.” Rebekah tried being as sympathetic as she could to her brother.
“Ah. No matter. I’ll get over it. Maybe in a decade, maybe in a century, or maybe never.” Kol shrugged, revealing that fake smile again to hide the pain. “A doll like her is almost impossible to come across.”
Kol’s fake smile quickly faded from the rejection sinking in. Rebekah could now see the hurt in his eyes. “You really love her?” Rebekah asked.
Kol answered with a nod.
Rebekah walked up to Kol, giving him a tight hug. “My poor brother.” She let go of the hug, then cupped Kol’s cheeks with her hands, looking at him directly in the eyes. “Just promise me you won’t go on a rampage. We don’t want you killing every resident of Mystic Falls.”
“I can’t make any promises.” Kol gave Rebekah as kiss on the cheek, then vampire sped out the door.
“Kol!” Rebekah sighed, feeling concerned about what Kol is going to do next. She stayed put because she knows that following after him will only make matters worse.
God knows where he went off to.
*Let me know if you guys would like a part three! I had a lot of fun writing this <3
Don’t mind my cat’s tail! That really is the best picture from my bunch and I couldn’t stop laughing, so I had to!
I had this ambitious idea to make lentil burgers this week and sometime around, hmm, right before lunch I said, “Or, I could skip getting it stuck all over my hands and sorting through the dud burgers and just smash the whole thing into a baking dish and call it a loaf.” I did make some significant changes to the flavor profile, so this is not my lentil burger recipe. I’ll have to share that with you sometime I’m not so lazy! I made the flavor profile much more Arabic seven-spice inspired and infused it with a tart glaze on top that adds a contrast to the deep earthiness of that spice mixture.
On the side, I served a Jerusalem salad. I had this salad for the first time at a shawarma place on my college campus and it’s taken me this long to properly replicate the dressing. It gives the plate a really nice fresh note and a little bit of coolness. I think these pair beautifully.
1 lb dried lentils, rinsed and picked over
2 eggs (or egg substitute)
1 TBSP olive oil
1 cup rolled oats, milled into flour
½ large onion, diced
1 carrot, diced
3 cloves of garlic, minced
1 serrano, minced
large handful of spinach, chopped
2 TBSP fresh parsley, minced
salt, to taste
½ tsp black pepper
1 + ½ TBSP cumin
½ TBSP paprika
⅛ tsp clove
⅛ tsp nutmeg
¼ tsp cinnamon
½ tsp cardamon
2 TBSP pomegranate molasses
juice of a lemon
1 tsp sugar
Directions: Cook the lentils to package instruction ahead of time and have your vegetables prepared as well. Preheat the oven to 350F. In a food processor mill your oats and set them aside in a small bowl. Next, pulse your lentils in the food processor. Do not turn it into a puree, just pulse it around a few times to break them up a bit. If you think the lentils don’t have enough “give” to them add a tablespoon or two of water. In a large mixing bowl, toss in the lentil mixture, the 2 eggs, and the oil. Stir it around a bit. Now, add in the onion, carrots, garlic, serrano, spinach, parsley, and all salt + spices. Stir it around to combine thoroughly. Lastly, add in the oat flour and stir to recombine. In a small saucepan, pour in the pomegranate molasses, the lemon juice, and the bit of sugar. Heat it up over high heat and once it bubbles, take it down to low, and stir constantly until it thickens slightly.
Spray a baking dish (around 11”x13”) with no stick, spoon in the mixture, and even it out. Pour the pomegranate glaze on top and stick it in the oven. Cooking time will vary depending on ovens and dish dimensions so start checking for doneness at the 25-30 minute mark. 10-12 servings.
1 lb cucumber, diced
1 lb vine ripe tomatoes, diced (don’t keep too much of the “guts”)
½ red onion, diced
2 TBSP fresh parsley, minced
¼ cup fresh lemon juice (2-3 lemons depending on ripeness)
¼ cup tahini paste
3 TBSP plain, unsweetened Greek yogurt or alternative (I used So Delicious)
1 large clove of garlic
salt, to taste
Directions: Prepare vegetables (except the garlic) and place them in a mixing bowl. In the food processor combine the lemon juice, tahini, yogurt, garlic, and salt. Blitz it until completely smooth. Pour it on top of the vegetables and stir to combine. Ideally, let it sit the fridge for a bit before serving.
old man jinki was spinning too much during ready or not & had to lean against the screen for a sec
alternative account Onew went crazy for ready or not spinning around. He then held a hand to the screen acting if he was all dizzy then just smiled at Minho cr: MissEzri
jjong was walking at the very edge of the stage and he knocked the monitor over while he stepped over it pffft cr: keyoemi
Taemin apologized for technical difficulties and fans started chanting it’s ok!! in korean, jjong said thank you cr: keyoemi
Key: Recently I love reaction videos! I watch so many I look up “1of1 reaction video” they’re very funny! cr: _hobi0218
When it was time to get changed Kibum told Minho to follow him to get changed and Taemin followed them b4 he realized it wasn’t his turn yet cr: onjongtaes
During an Encore Minho was squinting to read the fan project’s banners cr: onjongtaes
Shinee with their random bits of English. Minho really impressed me this his. Simpler sentences than Key but I think someone has studied! cr: MissEzri
Minho is pure energy. And he was sneaking along the side wing close to me to try and get a little closer to the fans. Jonghyun too. cr: MissEzri
They put Taemin on the spot suggesting that he should introduce the next song after their first talk. He was so nervous to do it in English cr: MissEzri
There was some technical difficulties at the start, but they ironed out after the first 30 minutes or so. The boys apologised saying they’d work with the staff to prevent difficulties for the rest of the tour. cr: MissEzri
It seems like Taemin kept having problems with the mic and at one point Minho suggested him to switch mics and they ended up doing that cr: onjongtaes
How do I always forget that making actual clay stuff takes effort? I started thinking this would take about 30 minutes, nope, not so. This is Anna from an amazing story called Nan Quest. Look it up. It was made by this guy @tgweaver
I really need to work on humanoid figures. Also, this was a request from another site. Now that Anna is done, I’ll probably do some Roommates stuff. But not today.
okay but shiro’s sleeping habits being super fucked up by galra captivity:
everything meant for sleeping on is just too soft cause even though he can’t remember it he’s used to sleeping on a metal floor
trying to sleep on his bed in the castle of lions but he feels like he’s gonna get suffocated by the mattress
ends up throwing his blankets and pillow on the floor and just sleeping on those and gets better sleep than on his bed that way
just can’t make himself trust that the door is totally locked and he’s the only one that can open it? even though he knows that’s the case and that it’s his private room he just can’t shake feeling like anyone could walk in any second
as a result he has to sleep facing the door
can’t sleep for more than 20-30 minutes at a time before he starts awake, and he can’t even sleep deeply and just has weird, lucid dreams while drowsing
generally just sleeps with one eye open and not all that well b/c in his hindbrain he’s always back in his cell, sleeping on the metal floor, halfway sure he’s gonna get dragged out against his will at any time