stop blinking

listen i just. alec has his hands behind his back so often and when he doesn’t he’s nearly always stimming with them and it just makes me wonder ???? how many times growing up did maryse snap at him to keep them still until he started just putting them behind his back out of habit to stop himself from ‘fidgeting’ because he was told it was annoying and childish? also i’ve noticed he kinda rocks on his heels sometimes when his hands are behind his back?? like he’s doing that Instead of the hand things so

Inspired by @mindyourhelm‘s post and my angsty brain

She shifts onto her side again, resolutely avoiding looking at the other side of the bed. She can feel the cold, empty spot from behind though, a slight breeze gusting across her neck where his comforting breath should be. She squeezes her eyes closed, trying not to imagine strong arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close, heat spreading along her spine right through her, warming her all the way to her heart.

A lone tear slides across her nose, making a trail across her face and dropping onto the pillow. She presses her lips together, willing her chin to stop trembling and blinks until her vision has cleared enough to stare at the alarm clock. 3:47am. Her phone sits silently on the bedside table.

She’s grown soft. The girl who could sleep under bridges, in a room full of fidgeting foster kids, on the hard plastic mattress of a jail cell, she can’t sleep in her own king-sized bed under a thick, downy comforter. She’s grown soft and she didn’t regret it, doesn’t regret it, because he dismantled her walls one by one and made himself a home inside, only now he’s not there and having no walls doesn’t keep the warmth in very well when the source has disappeared.

Pressing her hands to her eyes, she sits up again, swinging her feet one at a time onto the cold wood. She should put on socks, she thinks, but there’s something comforting about the numb weight of her toes sliding across the floor.

She goes downstairs because sitting in that room - their room - any longer, when she’s clearly not going to sleep, feels pointless. Halfway towards the light switch by the front door she pauses, changing course for the kitchen and leaving the room in the dark. The ghost of her four-hours-ago self flicking that same switch off is still too close. There’s nothing (no-one) to see with the lights on anyway.

Her hands fumble in the kitchen cupboard for the tin of hot chocolate powder, spending several minutes clutched too tightly around the bottle of Captain Morgan at the back of the shelf. The shaking of her hand from clenching the glass reminds her to let go and she feels for the tin, pulling it down and setting it on the counter. Every creak of the porch in the wind sounds like it could be a footstep.

Making the hot chocolate is an automatic process, but she still burns her thumb on the pan, tears springing to her eyes at the pain and then lingering too long. She presses her lips together, refusing to blink until the cinnamon is dusted on the top of the milk and she knows they won’t spill over.

The silhouettes of heavy snowflakes dash across the kitchen blinds as she picks up her mug. Her thumb is stinging, heat spreading fiercely from the epicentre of the burn. She focuses on that one glowing spot of pain, letting it drown out her heart. It leads her towards the front door and then she’s sitting on the top step of the porch, pressing her thumb into the snow building on the step below until it’s numb with cold.

Her eyes flick upwards towards the gate in the white picket fence - the same one she rushed out of not three days ago to kiss him and bring him in and feed him her milk dud popcorn until their teeth hurt from the sugar and he kissed the chocolate smears off her mouth as he pressed her into the mattress later that night. She takes a gulp of the hot chocolate but it burns her tongue and the boiling liquid burning a path down through her to her stomach is the wrong kind of warmth.

Pulling her numbed fingers from the snow, she wraps them around her mug and sucks in a deep breath. The thick flakes are slowing and she’s shaking in her thick winter pyjamas, watching clouds of warm air leave her mouth and disappear almost instantly in the chill.

I can’t lose you too.’

The snow has almost stopped and the air is full of deadened silence. Her traitorous ears wait for the crunch of snowy footfall but she should know by now that waiting never brought anyone back for her before.

She’ll just sit on the steps until she’s finished her drink.

If Oswald Cobblepot is yelling at you and you say to him “You’re really cute when you’re angry” he will do one of two things. 

He will…



2. Stop yelling and blink really fast and blush A LOT and smile a little and look down in embarrassment. 

Also, Victor Zsasz would be the one to test it.


Never gonna let you go
Giving you my heart and soul

The Missing Scene

A gift for @darlinglena for their coming out anniversary!

“I’ll see you back at the DEO.” J’onn spoke gruffly as he turned to hurry off. Kara sighed, realising she should have guessed that he wouldn’t come to the Hospital with her. She shifted Lena’s weight around carefully and kept hurrying towards the hospital.

It was a few hours later when Lena came back to herself. Kara, still in her Supergirl uniform, was lounging in a nearby chair, not wanting to leave until she was certain that Lena was okay.

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I work in an opticians inside a chain store (Wal-Mart’s English brother!) and we get some characters.  The best days are always the ones with inquisitive children who want to know what you are doing to mummy or daddy when we are doing the automated tests before they go in to see the Optician. I try my best to show them and call them round to my side of the desk to show them what I see. They are usually “I CAN SEE YOUR EYE” and stuff like that, but the best was a week or so ago, a little boy, maybe 5 or 6 went “MUMMY STOP BLINKING!“ 

It wasn’t a big thing but omg he was so sweet, made my day near the end of a long slog of a shift!

An Optimal Diet: Orisa X Child!Reader

Time to feature the new hero; Orisa!

The Omnic centaur peered down at your tiny form. “I am Orisa. Your safety is my primary concern.”

You giggled at how her eyes blinked like that. You hugged one of Orisa’s legs as she still looked down at your petite form.

“Orisa,” Efi’s voice chided as she stood next to her creation. “You’re supposed to reciprocate the hug!”

Orisa blinked at her creator’s response then returned your hug. With glee, you clambered onto her arms and soon you sat on Orisa’s back. The centaur tried to turn around to look at you but what resulted was Orisa stomping in a circle much like a dog trying to chase its own tail.

“Hey!” Efi shouted, but held no bite. “Stop that, Orisa! They’re just playing with you!”

Orisa stopped spinning to blink at Efi. After a small silence, Orisa slowly turned so she slightly faced you. “(Name), your presence on my back is ill-advised. Please step down from there.”

You shook your head playfully to the centaur Omnic, opting to hug the upper back (the human back for a centaur) of her.

Efi laughed at Orisa’s predicament and instead of helping her, she patted Orisa’s side. “I think this is perfect timing for you to start bonding with humans. You have a lucky candidate, after all!”

The Omnic said nothing, instead choosing to travel elsewhere with you still on her back.

“H-hey! Orisa, where are you going?” Efi asked her as she caught up.

“I have done research that the optimal way of forming a bond with another person is by eating together. I have downloaded within my database an effective lunch course that is perfect for (Name)’s diet.” 

Blind HC: disabled!reader x Warren Worthington III

Originally posted by claracivry

Being blind and dating Peter Maximoff would include:

  • you may be blind, but your telepath skills are a way around it
  • you’d look into Warren’s mind to see your closet and choose an outfit for the day
  • “Okay, babe, pick away,” Warren would say with a grin on his face
  • he love, love, loved that he could help you see
  • he would literally do anything for you
  • “Are you sure about that shirt with those pants?”
  • “You look stunning… I can’t believe you’re mine”
  • “I know! Don’t I look fabulous?!”
  • him smiling from ear to ear at your reaction
  • “Ware?”
  • “Yeah, babe?”
  • “Can you look into the mirror so I can see your beautiful face?”
  • He’d blush like crazy because he still isn’t used being complimented
  • he’s such a freakin’ softy ugh you gotta love him
  • One of the best things about looking into his brain is looking at the memories of you two together
  • Every date you go on, he takes videos in selfie mode of the two of you so you can see you two as a couple instead of just looking at yourself through his eyes

Originally posted by loveviral

  • Each time he touched you, your body would be so responsive and you’d feel everything x10 since you were naturally focused on his touch rather than his appearance
  • “Ware?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I love your wings. Like, they’re so fluffy and so pretty, ugh, lemme touch ‘em!” you said as you turned over on the bed to face him while making grabby hands in his direction
  • cue blushy-mess-Warren part 2 
  • he’d wrap you up in his wings and cuddle closer to you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck
  • stroking his wings always made him feel a love he never felt before
  • he really, truly loved you and you really, truly loved him

anonymous asked:

Would you mind doing some protective!Yurio over our innocent little Katsudon when Victor isn't there?

Yurio grumbled something angrily in Russian. He was eyeing a group of his fellow Russian skaters that the rink that seemed to be gossiping among themselves. 

Normally Yurio didn’t give a shit about that crap, but when he noticed they were looking at Katsudon, pointing and laughing, that’s when Yurio took his stand. Thankfully Katsudon always had his ear buds on during practice so he doesn’t usually hear people talking about him.

“OI KATSUDON!” Yurio yelled across the rink getting everyone’s attention including Yuuri’s, who stopped and blinked at him confused. Yurio angrily skated right through the group that was gossiping towards the Japanese skater.

Yurio shot them a glare as they dispersed and resumed practice. He turned back to Yuuri. “I’m hungry, let’s go grab some lunch together, and I won’t take no as an answer.” 

Yurio grabbed his hand before Yuuri could protest and took him off the ice. He even paid for lunch too.

Welcome to Fitblr - 7 things you F***ing need to know.

On a side note

I don’t know how to tell you this so that you’ll listen

maybe if I swear in the title. 

I want to take a quick moment (haha. Me. quick. HA!) to talk to the newbies. To the folks just starting out on this journey. To the people who have had enough… for real this time! 

The thing is, I’m going to tell you a bunch of things you already know and unless it is “for real this time” FOR REAL AND HONESTLY you are going to blink, stop reading this post half way through and move on to the quick-fix detox tea companies that post pictures of unrealistic “skinny” people and promise you a handful of lies. If that’s you, you aren’t for real this time. Good luck though and when you figure out that you aren’t going to lose 100 lbs in a week for that perfect chiseled beach look - come on back. We’ll be here. 

For those of us on the “for real this time” trail, there are some things I want to tell you and you’ve probably heard them a million times before, but maybe this time a lightbulb flickers over your head and you have a brilliant AHA! moment all because of me. Probably not, but maybe. And maybe you are sitting there wondering who the hell I am and how I can possibly tell you what to do. First, I am not telling you what to do. I am telling you things I know FOR ME. Do they apply to you also, Maybe!

So who am I? I am just like you. My name is T. I am a blogger and a fitblr and a runner (ha!) and a swimmer (ha!) and a weight lifter (ha!) and a kickboxer (ha!) and a god-damn-zen-master (ha!) (or so I have been told - because here in my world, EFFORT IS EVERYTHING! I THINK THEREFORE I AM! I have nearly 500 followers which is breadcrumbs in the blogger world but HUGE to me and  much to my chagrin a bunch of them are porn blogs I can’t seem to make go away… sigh.

My highest weight was 220 lbs. My current weight is 206 lbs. My body fat % has dropped from 45% to 40%. I have been working, steadily on my fitness for almost two years. When I started, I knew nothing. I was sore, tired, sick and lazy. I’ve been working on this for two years, and yeah, it got a bit easier, but I still have to work at it every single day and today when I woke up sore and achy and tired I knew I wanted to share this with you. 

Things the new-to-this need to know (or things the old-at-this needs to be reminded of): 

1. Don’t expect it to be easy - remember how I talked about quick fixes and detox teas. THEY ARE ALL LIES. This is not going to be easy, not even a little bit. Prepare yourself for hard, then expect harder. You’ll probably cry. You’ll probably quit. You’ll probably cry. Keep going. 

2. Don’t expect it to be easy - people are going to tell you all kinds of things. “I lost the weight and didn’t change my diet”. “Oh, I just woke up like this.” “Take this pill” “I don’t eat carbs” bla bla bla. People are going to downplay your effort and success. One of the hardest parts of your walk down this path is comparison. COMPARISON IS AN ASSHOLE. FUCK COMPARISON. YOU DO YOU. (I can’t make my capital letters any bigger…) YOU. DO. YOU. Everybody else has their own journey and 80% of them are going to lie to you because they don’t want you to know the before. YOU.DO.YOU. 

3. Don’t expect it to be easy - your body is going to tell you that you can’t do it. It is going to tell you that it is tired and sore and incapable. THAT IS NOT YOUR BODY. That is your brain. Your body is far more capable than you are giving it credit for and the first time you feel your body accomplish something you didn’t think it could accomplish will give you a type of confidence-boosting-euphoria you will never find in any fucking blueberry-acai-grapefruit-organic-detox-cup-of-overpriced-water-lies. Keep going. 

4. Don’t expect it to be easy - I bet you have a goal weight. You have a plan. You are going to do this this time because you have written it down on a piece of a paper and you are going to lose 20 lbs and you are going to look beautiful and you are going to be able to go onto a beach in a bathing suit and that person is going to notice you because you are really-really-ridiculously good looking now. Find that piece of paper. Got it? BURN IT! 

  • You are already really really ridiculously good looking. I know we say that all the time here at Fitblr Central and we are going to keep saying it until you also start saying it. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE GOOD LOOKING. YOU.DO.YOU AND THAT IS AMAZING! Own that shit! Flaunt that shit! 
  • You don’t need to lose 10-20-30 even 50 lbs. Oh? Your doctor said you need to for your BMI? Fuck the BMI. More bullshit. You don’t need to lose weight. YOU NEED TO BE HEALTHY! YOU NEED TO FEEL STRONG! (You may need to lose fat) but you 100% DO NOT need to lose weight. A lot of my posts are tagged with #duckthescale (an autocorrect faux pa I retained and use regularly) and I mean it. Fuck the scale. Who gives a shit what you weigh? BE STRONG! BE HAPPY! BE HEALTHY! BE FLEXIBLE! BE COURAGEOUS! BE KIND! BE CONFIDENT! BE A FIGHTER! BE NICE TO YOURSELF! Don’t make your goal your weight. please. You will end up disappointed. Focus on literally a million other things, not that useless number. 
  • Unlearn everything you thought you know. You KNOW  a lot of things. Dr. Oz. Oprah. Advertisement. Healthy and Beauty products. The people on that TV program with the catchy song and the spokes-person who looks like an angel; all of these people have taught you a lot of things. Forget them all. My favorite quote of the moment is: “I’m still learning. I’m still unlearning.” It is way harder to unlearn all the crap you’ve been “taught” than it is to learn the new stuff. 

5. Don’t expect it to be easy - you will need to wade through piles and piles and piles of overwhelming information. You will talk to hundreds of people who offer you advice (good) and advice (bad) and opinions (both warranted and un-requested). You will need to learn which advice is worth listening to. Here’s a tip: most of it isn’t. Read. Research. Talk to professionals. Talk to people in community groups and social media who can help (be careful who you listen to). Find people you trust and trust your instincts and don’t expect it to be easy. Find what works for you. You’ll get there.  

6. Don’t expect it to be easy - go slow. Don’t start out at 400 horsepower straight out of the gate. You’ll just break something. Take it slow. If it means you spend the first 2 weeks at the gym walking on the treadmill doing a weird book-reading juggling act while trying to secretly spy on all the gym goers using the equipment so you can hopefully figure out what this shit show is all about (true story) then do that. Just go slow. The Rock once said “for the first (enter timeline) I just went to the gym, sat there, and read a magazine. It’s about building the habit” (not his exact words but you get the idea) That really stuck with me. Build the habit however you need to. Remember:


7. Don’t expect it to be easy - BE KIND TO YOURSELF. This may be the hardest thing you do. Forgive yourself. Recommit every morning if you have to. If you take 5 steps today, take 6 steps tomorrow. If you skip a day, start again tomorrow. Be patient. Work hard, always. Love yourself first and please please please be KIND to yourself always.

Maybe I’m used to American release schedules, but idk why people are always complaining that BLACKPINK is locked in the dungeon. They just had a comeback 4 months ago guys, calm down! They’ve been making steady releases, have been on TV consistently, and have another comeback this spring. Stop playing the victim Blinks, BLACKPINK is doing fine.