supervision required

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Five

-A four year-old runs up to my counter, entirely alone in this world. He stands up on his tiptoes to place a single baseball on my conveyor belt. He tells me, “Mom’s coming.” He is very sure of himself, but there are no adults anywhere in sight. Regardless, this boy already has all the supervision he requires.

-An inhumanly tall man came through my lane. Even the most cursory of glances revealed the strikingly unsettling similarities we shared: the thick, dark mops of hair, the deep brown eyes, the general dopiness encompassing our faces. There was no doubt in my mind that the figure standing before me, eye to eye, was the spitting image of who I would become in thirty years. The man handed me the keys to his car, I told him I would see him after work, and my father exited the store.

-The trend of ringing up gift-givers I wish I had in my life continues as a woman purchased a beautifully ornate birthday card, an adorably colorful gift bag, and two packs of teriyakily flavored beef jerky.

-A parent sporting a police badge entered the store, nine year-old son in tow, intent on teaching him a lesson on respecting the law and its keepers. I have not even the slightest doubt that this child will be learning very formative lessons on this subject, as I soon rang up his mother for a copy of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.

-Upon being handed a toy toolbox, a toddler thanked me and bid me goodbye. Shocked by this immediacy, I asked why he was leaving before his parents had even completed the transaction. He informed me that he had to leave for work. I now fully understand. Tight schedules are not a foreign concept to me, and I wish him the best in the grind to come, working the ensuing nine-to-five.


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Characters: Jin x Reader

Word Count: 7,955

Genre: Angst

Warning: Mentions of death. Oh, and I’m sorry.

As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with a familiar white ceiling and the sound of steady beeping coming from beside you. A quick scan of the surroundings confirmed your suspicions—you were in a hospital room.

A strange feeling bubbled up inside your chest; it wasn’t panic or confusion, but acceptance. You didn’t need to search through your memory for long before you were able to recall the cause of why you were lying here.

A car accident. Nothing more, nothing less.

As you tilted your head stiffly to look around the room, you noticed that it was unusually empty. That was a bit concerning, but you assumed that maybe your condition was stable enough not to require supervision, and that perhaps visiting hours were over or hadn’t started yet.

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overwatch cooking headcanons

Soldier 76: makes really great pancakes, but that’s about it. someone show him the spice drawer. 

Reaper: decent cook, everything is very spicy and flavorful. If you like that, you’ll love his cooking, if you don’t, you’ll die. he’s a polyglot, and he can make all sorts of stuff from all around the world. 

Genji: chops vegetables with his katana to be funny, but won’t cook. barely even eats. angela tells him he still needs to eat, but he’s never hungry.

Hanzo: he’s often the first one up in the morning, so he’ll make tea and fry up some eggs, but he doesn’t make a habit of cooking for the team. he was cooked for when he was younger, but had to learn for himself once he was on the run. 

McCree: he cooks for overwatch on occasion, and he’s pretty good at it, too! he can make basic stuff from all over the world as a result of traveling so much when he was young, like reaper. he’ll eat anything and everything you put in front of him and won’t bat an eye.

Ana: she doesn’t cook a lot herself but she’ll help out if she happens to be in the kitchen. she’s good at comfort food, and comfort in general. 

Pharah: i mean, she can kind of cook. sort of. she never really had to cook for herself, she grew up on the overwatch base.

Tracer: very enthusiastic about wanting to help. don’t let her help. can’t follow simple directions in recipes.

Junkrat: he likes to get creative. he requires supervision, so he cooks with Ana and Roadhog a lot. he can definitely cook, however. living alone in the wasteland as a scavenger is for survivor-types.

Roadhog: really good cook actually! He cooks, but not for the team. has an annoying habit of only making enough for himself and junkrat. He’ll make enough for everyone if you compliment him enough. vegan, pro-quinoa.

Mei: can make all the basic stuff, but is the most talented bartender. If you ask her how she learned she’ll pretend she can’t hear you.

Torbjorn: when he’s not wearing his claw hand, he has a prosthetic for everyday use and then he’ll make food. he’s pretty good at it, he’s used to cooking for a large family and a large team over the years. 

Widowmaker: can’t cook, but is really condescending and passive aggressive about everyone else’s cooking. if you call her out on it, she’ll make your life hell.

D.Va: she can cook the basics, but prefers not to. if you sign her up to cook, she’ll order takeout. nobody minds, so they sign her up once a week.

Reinhardt: sometimes signs himself up to cook for the team, and he always makes a ton of food, because he genuinely cares for everyone.

Winston: creates the meal schedule. signs himself up to be responsible sometimes. reinhardt erases his name and puts his in instead, and winston pretends not to notice. gorillas are herbivores, he hates even the smell of meat.

Zarya: good cook, queen of healthy balanced meals, but she doesn’t feel guilty or doesn’t make anyone else feel guilty for eating unhealthy stuff. she’s got a big sweet tooth. 

Lucio: not terrible at all. what he lacks in technique he makes up for in enthusiasm. has fun, no matter the outcome. 

Mercy: she’s an amazingly talented woman, but cooking isn’t one of them. someone help her. this woman survives off of chocolate, cup noodles, coffee, and alcohol. she can’t cook for her fucking life.

Symmetra: she’s hindu, so she doesn’t eat meat. very, very good cook, makes traditional indian food packed with flavor and spice. gets upset when doesn’t order vegetarian options and refuses to cook for the rest of the month, and then everyone gets mad.

Zenyatta: “everything is delicious, thank you.” “you can’t eat, zenyatta.”

Bastion: sometimes will give you sunflower seeds. torb probably gave them to him.

anonymous asked:

Hi there :) My T is fully qualified and has mentioned things regarding his supervision, more specifically that he discusses our sessions in his supervision. I was under the impression that only provisional psychs had supervisors. Generally speaking, what is the purpose of supervision and what sorts of things are discussed?

Heya! I loooove this question. So settle in cause this is going to be long. 

I’m licensed as well and have a number of supervisions. For me, the individual (still very helpful) and group (not helpful for me at all) supervision are required, licensed or not, because of agency policy. I also belong to a long running consult group with psychodynamic and narrative bent which isn’t exactly the same thing but it is a bunch of therapists getting together and talking cases (which we have been doing since we were out of grad school so we are very comfortable with each other). Some licensed folks pay a supervisor if they are in private practice. 

Why? Because it’s helpful to have another set of proverbial eyes on the case. If you are the only one thinking about your cases, it can get a bit echo chamber-y for some. I worry that I’d been one of those people so I want to be talking to other professionals about my clients, especially if their orientation isn’t the exact same as mine. I’ve gotten great CBT advice from a therapist in my consult group I would not have necessarily explored.  

It’s also because clients make you feel things and issues are confusing and you need to figure that out so you don’t have it show up in the room. It’s helpful when you are confused about what’s going on - example from this week: I met with my supervisor and described a number of session and left me feeling like wtf is happening here. She pointed out that Mother’s Day was approaching which can be a huge trigger. That is probably what was going on for some of those clients but I wouldn’t have thought about it cause I was thinking about so much else. I

It’s also helpful for me to process some of the countertransference stuff in a practical way - does this need to be managed in the room differently? How? Should we keep checking in about it? Etc. The major countertransference stuff that is brought up for me personally - well that I take to my therapist because it’s an area I need to look at. It’s also a chance to have some of the more intense stuff (sessions, crisis situations, client hospitalization, etc.) held not just by you. I get support so I can keep showing up in a good way and has been a huge factor (for me personally - I am not speaking for all) in preventing burnout. It’s also helpful to have someone see your clinical strengths and challenges and tell you about them. My individual supervision is wonderful right now and I’d see her outside the agency - in part because I can be like, “I’m so done with this [situation/case/hard thing]” and have her be like “Yup, totally. Also you can’t actually be done. It’s hard and you doing good work. You got this.” (This may not make sense without context but I hope the flavor comes through? It came from a very supportive place and I liked having both pieces acknowledged because I totally wasn’t done and she knew it. I don’t know I’m getting tired). In the agency setting, it also helps the organization understand your caseload. Do you have a low number of clients but a high number of multiple times a week clients? Do you have a high number of clients but their sessions are all about 30 minutes and they are stable? When a referral comes in, that’s helpful. 

The things that get discussed - cases. Agency wise - I have a release to share information in supervision and with the rest of my team that we go over and is a requirement for our agency’s services. So the whole case is addressed, including particulars (name, age, family and abuse history) and my supervisor(s) are involved in 5150s (even though that’s on me) and calling CPS or other “risky” ethical, legal or physical situations. 

In things like a consult group, no identifying information is given and what is shared is limited to the question at hand. For made up example, “I’m seeing a 62 y/o male with narcissistic personality disorder who came to because [x situation]. We’ve met [x times] and I’m just wonder how to address [x].” All kinds of stuff related to cases, transference, countertransference, ideas for treatment, getting past a stuck point in the therapy, looking for patterns, figuring out a diagnosis (especially if a lot is on the table at intake), ideas for engagement, ethical considerations (this is actually a huge piece for me - I love having people I can ask, “Is this okay? The ethical guidelines say it’s okay but I want to make sure it’s therapeutically appropriate here.”, how you are taking care of yourself, etc. 

No therapist is perfect and certainly not me and I like the checks and balances of talking about cases with others. I think it provides my clients with better care than I could give them operating on my own. I want to be able to do my absolute best by them and I feel like it’s on me to do the work around that. 


Originally posted by sparklemichele

Pairing: Eric x reader
Prompt: Eric and you have never really got along, so what happens when a mistake leads to you being stranded with him and the rest of your group far from home.
Fandom: Divergent series
Word count: 5124
Warning: Strong language that’s about it

A/N: I got a lot of good feed back from my last fic so I’m excited to present you guys this one. I think the description is a little sketchy but oh well. I wrote it surprisingly fast so chances are it won’t be that surprising if you spot a few grammar errors here or there. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy pretty please let me know what you think. -Lola

part 2

You where fully convinced that this was your personal hell. This had to be some kind of cruel punishment.

A week ago max announced that he had a mission of sorts that he needed a group of dauntless to check out clear on the other side of the city. It sounded easy enough, take a train trip, check it out, chase off any functionless if any, take some pictures and notes, bring it back to max.

If anything you where slightly looking forward to the trip mainly because Four managed to find a way to pull a few strings so that your group would consist of himself, You, Tris, Christina, Will, Zeke, and Uriah. There where a few other groups going but upon reaching the site everyone was to split up into there respective teams.

It was the day before the trip that Max announced that a dauntless leader would be required to supervise you all. You had prayed that it would be Jessica or maybe even Paul, just someone who wouldn’t make the whole experience miserable. Scratch that, there was really only one leader that truly crept under you skin. So you hoped and prayed that Max would tell this particular leader to just sit this one out.

Of course in the long run you should have realized that luck was never really on your side. The next morning you woke up at the crack of dawn and made your way down to the railways to meet up with everyone else.

Sure enough there standing off to the side of the crowd, having what appeared to be quite a heated discussion with Max was Eric himself.

You pushed your way through the thong of people and eventually spotted Four standing with the rest of your group waiting for train.

“What the fuck is Coulter doing here?” You demanded as you approached the group.

“Good morning to you too..” Four mumbled as you came closer.

“Is he coming with us?”

“Oh that’s right you didn’t hear the fabulous news last night, after you left the office. Eric’s the one in charge of us today.” Four looked and sounded less than delighted with the news.

“That’s just fucking great..” You grumbled shaking your head.

“Glad to hear your about as excited as i am about this whole thing, princess.” You heard a smug voice quip behind you. Groaning you turned around and glared at Eric.

“Don’t call me that and Is there seriously no one else who can do it?” You snapped back. You hated all the little pet names Eric called you by in order to get under your skin. ‘Princess’ had to be your least favorite of them all mainly because Eric has openly admitted that he only calls you that because he thinks your a primadonna.

Eric rolled his eyes at you, “Trust me when i said i tried getting out of this. It’s supposed to be my day off, But instead I get to spend it with you asshats while you play around in the dirt.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at Eric’s bitching, You could hear the sound of the train as it approached and you turned your back to Eric to see if your team was ready.

“Quite the little team you got there Four..” Eric said tauntingly, Four who promptly decided that it was to early in the morning to deal with the other mans bullshit simply flicked him off before turning to help pull Tris off the ground where she had been sitting.

Everyone around you prepared to get on the train and before you knew it you spotted it round a corner and start heading your way.

You glanced over and noticed Eric waiting in your periphery. You could tell that he was in the perfect position to take off and be the first one on the train. That was the one thing about Eric, he always had to be first. So you decided to do the one thing that you knew would piss him off and took off a few moments before you needed too so you could get a head start in front of him.
It took Eric a few seconds to figure out what you where doing but once he did you could hear his footsteps fall in line next to yours as he tried to race you. You saw the train rush ahead of you and surged ahead of him just in time to latch onto the door handle and pull yourself up and on to the train. Eric entered a few seconds after you and you could see the nasty glare he sent your way earning a chuckle from you.

Zeke and Uriah had been right on your tails apparently and entered the train not long after you, soon followed by Tris and Four, Then Will and Christina. The rest of the people on the mission trickled in and after a few minutes Eric did a head count to make sure no one had been left behind.

You grew irritated upon realizing that it was a two and a half hour ride before you got to the right jump off point. You and Eric argued the whole time about any and everything.

“We need to jump off here Eric.” You snapped.

“No we don’t ___…” He said not even looking at you.

“Whatever..” You growled rolling your eyes at him. You turned to walk away but he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him.

“Hey watch the attitude princess..” He whispered fiercely into ear, squeezing your arm tightly.

“Kiss my ass eric.” You spat at him.

“Sure thing bend over.” You yanked your arm from his grasp and glared at him before making your way to sit near your friends.

“What was that all about?” Uriah asked as you sat down.

“Oh you know Eric being an asshole as usual..” You muttered, picking at your nails.

A few minutes passed before Eric announced that everyone would have to jump off in a few minutes and do a long trek to the site because you had missed the stop you where supposed to jump off at. Everyone groaned upon hearing about having to walk almost a whole extra half a mile. But Eric made it quite clear, after a particularly snippy comment from Christina that the next person to bitch about he would personally ‘Escort’ off the train. No one liked the sound of that and pretty much everyone grew silent.

Everyone stood as it came time to exit. Zeke and Uriah pushed there way through the crowed and made sure that they where the first the jump off, They where followed by the rest of the people leaping wildly of the platform.
Before you knew there was only a small group of people left. The made your way to the exit but not before glancing over at Eric who was watching you coldly.

“I told you so, by the way..” was all you had to say, referencing the argument you two had previously, before jumping off the train and landing fairly gracefully.

The rest of the people made it off the train with ease, with Eric being the last person to jump off. Everyone recollected and you guys made the hike to the spot you where originally supposed to be at.

Eric was surprisingly quiet the whole time. Even despite how nice it was, it put you on edge mainly because he was pissed at you for the comment you made on the train. Whatever, you honestly didn’t have the time to worry about whether you hurt his feelings or not. But god knows he was probably plotting something.

The work was tedious. The land Max had sent you all to investigate had once been amity farm land, but a few years back all the amity in the area had upped and relocated after realizing that soil was better on the other side of the city. The area had been abandoned ever since. Jeanine was interested in trying to turn the lot into another research center of sorts but it was agreed, much to Jeanine’s displeasure, that it would be best if a group of trained dauntless soldiers checked it out instead of some erudite scientists.

It was a fairly large piece of land, thus explaining the need for all the groups. Your team was to take the section of land furthest away from the rail tracks. The other teams spread out throughout the land and Eric made himself useful by doing pretty much nothing other than barking orders and pissing people off.

You group worked all the way until just before sundown. Everyone was tried, hungry and a little pissed off. It was only as our group emerged from the little forest that separated the land you investigated from the rest of the area did you notice that there was no one around. Immediate panic set in and your team rushed in the direction of the train.

You where one of the fastest sprinters so you pulled ahead and raced around a bend and spotted the train in the distance. Your feet pounded into the dirt as you spotted Eric in the back of the group.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You yelled into the wind catching his attention.Eric turned to the side and notice you behind him.

“Why aren’t you on the train?” He snapped back.

“I don’t know why did you leave my team behind.” Confusion crossed his features and he turned around to notice the rest of your friends struggling to close the large gap that separated you from then.

“Shit.” Was all he could say as he realized what happened, Eric then made the jump up on to the train.
“Get on the train.” Was all he said as he looked down at you, he reached a hand out for you to grab but you sneered in his direction.

“No, Eric.”  Your legs started to burn and your lungs where on fire.

“What do you mean no?” He snapped back. You tried to keep up with the train but your body was starting to fail you.
“I’m.. I’m not leaving… my group behind.” You yelled back breathlessly.

Eric was seething at this point and before you could react he reached down, leaning out of the train, and pulled you up by the back of your shirt. You hadn’t completely realized what was happening until you felt yourself being thrown on the floor of the train.
Everyone looked on in shock as you just laid there for a second.

“Your ass is in so much trouble when we get back!” He yelled in your direction. You pushed yourself up from the ground and brushed past him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growled down at you.

“I’m not leaving my group behind asshole.” You snapped back.

“Yeah you are ___, get over it.” You moved away from him and reached out gripping your arm tightly.

“Get off me Eric.” You struggled against him for a few seconds and his grip tightened.

Panic started to set in as you realized that you had maybe a 30 second window to safely get off the train and join your group. So in a moment of frustration, anger, and just maybe a little fear you turned around and felt your fist connect to some part of Eric’s face.

His grip loosened as he realized that you had just hit him but as you yanked away he grabbed you one more time just as you where about to jump off. You lost your footing as you pulled against him and the floor disappeared from beneath you. 

Your body connected with the ground hard and it took you a few seconds to come to terms with what just happened. You heard a groan next to you and glanced over and noticed Eric lying next to you face down. You had just fallen off a train and somehow with your luck managed to pull Eric off with you.

“You’re so dead…” Was all he muttered as he started to push himself up. You just sat on the ground and watched as he tried to chase after the train but it was no use it was long gone. He realized that and let out long stream of curse words.

You heard foot steps approaching you. The rest of your team ran up to meet you guys. Tris and Christina immediately busied themselves with making sure you where okay and pulling you off the ground. They helped dust some of the dirt off you not that it was any use, you where covered in the stuff, so was Eric.

He turned around and glared as you stood up. You couldn’t help but feel a little pride as you noticed the angry looking red mark just below his eye from your first, That was so going to burse.

“What the fuck was that?!” He shouted once you where fully standing.

“I told you i wasn’t leaving my friends behind, Eric.” you growled back.

“You could have gotten us killed!”

“It’s not my fault you wouldn’t let go!”

“You are in so much trouble when we get back.” You rolled your eye’s at his threat and turned to everyone else. After checking to make sure everyone was ok you all stood there awkwardly for a few minutes.

“Well what now?” Will asked as he looked around.

“Wait for another train?” Suggested Uriah, Zeke nodding next to him.

Eric shook his head as he watched everyone with disinterest. “That was the last train today.”

“Are you serious?” You growled as you looked off into the distance where the train had disappeared.

“Oh don’t you fucking dare. Maybe if you had followed my orders, we..” He made a motion between you and him. “Wouldn’t be stranded out here!”

“Well maybe if you had done your job instead of sleeping all day none of us would be stranded out here!” After giving out the orders upon reaching the site, Eric proceeded to make himself comfortable under one of the massive trees and took a nap.

Although you do have to admit that he had been quite the sight lounging under the tree. He had his arms crossed over his chest, extenuating the muscles in his biceps and forearms. He leaned his back against the tree and stretched his long legs out, crossing them at the ankle. There was no denying that Eric was.. attractive to say the least. It was a shame his shitty personality ruined it.
You tried to shove any thought of Eric in a romantic or sexual since out of your head, slightly disgusted with yourself for being attracted to him.

“Well how long of a walk would it be..?” Uriah tried again.

“… It was a two hour train ride to get out here, dumbass.” Eric said looking at Uriah like he was a complete idiot.

“Leave him alone Eric, at least he is actually trying to help.” You snapped at him.

“Yeah cause that was a really helpful suggestion.” He snapped back,.

“Shut the fuck up Eric!” You growled.

“Watch your mouth, ___!” He snapped back.

“Or what?” You challenged smugly, he opened his mouth to respond but Four beat him to it.

“Both of you need to shut up, enough is enough. The train isn’t going to show up again till sunrise and Eric is right that’s too long a walk. It’s going to get freezing out as soon as the suns completely go down. We need to find shelter.” Everyone hushed to hear Four speak and we all agreed with what he was saying.

All day while working it had chilly out but by sundown it was going to be down in the 40′s. Right now the sun was going to start setting within the hour to and it got darker every minute and the air was beginning to feel bitter cold.

“I saw a cabin or something while we where working.” Tris piped up.

“Well then what are we waiting for people.” Zeke said loudly.

You guys made your way back to the work site a few minutes later and Tris lead the way to the cabin. The group did there best to keep you and Eric separated because god knows it was impossible for you two to get along.

Upon reaching the cabin, everyone realized that it was surprisingly large, for an old amity house. There where three regular sized bedrooms and one large master bedroom. Eric make it clear pretty that the master bedroom was his.

It wasn’t much of a surprise when Christina and Will claimed a bedroom for themselves giggling the whole time. Uriah and Zeke joked about being room mates again. You knew Four and Tris where just now getting to the point in there relationship where they would sleep in the same bed together. You could tell both of them where uncomfortable with the situation as they claimed a bedroom for themselves earning a snicker from Eric.

Almost all at once everyone glanced at you waiting, and it took you a second to realize what the issue was. There where no bedrooms left for you to take, The only place left for you to sleep was in the master bedroom, with Eric, or one the couch.
You glanced over at him and he had a cat caught the canary grin on his face.

“Why do i have to sleep on the couch?” You exclaimed.

“No one said you had to sleep there, princess.” Eric snickered again from the wall he leaned against.

“I guess I’m taking the couch.” You growled irritated, over your dead body where you going to share a bed with Eric.

“____ it’s going to get cold tonight and it didn’t look like there was a lot of extra blankets.” Four said calmly trying to reason with you.

“Well then I guess my ass will freeze to death because i am not sharing a bed with him.” You said irritated with what Four was insinuating.

“Fine by me.” Eric commented as he pushed himself off the wall and started to make his way up the stairs up to that master bedroom. He hovered at the top of the stairs for a second, looking down.

“But i will save you a spot, sweet heart, for when you change your mind..” He called down before.

“Trust me when I say, I wont!” You called out to him as he laughed and disappeared around a corner.

“Asshole..” you muttered under your breath glaring at the spot he once stood.

Everyone, except Eric, donated a blanket or pillow to your makeshift bed for the night. Tris tried to convince you to put you differences aside and share with Eric just this one time but you made it quite clear that that so wasn’t going to happen
You tried your best to get warm sleeping on the couch but it was pointless. It was freezing and you where miserable. You tossed and turned for about an hour before realizing that there was no way in hell you where going to fall asleep. You had stupidly stripped down to your tank top and boyshort underwear in order to get comfortable, you where now realizing how terrible an idea that had been.

You finally came to terms with the fact that the only way you where going to get sleep was if you swallowed you pride and went upstairs. After contemplating it for a few minutes you finally collected the two blankets that you where trying to get warm with and grabbed the clothes you had taken off.

Every step you took up the stairs felt like you where walking closer to your death. You had tried to wrap the thin blankets around yourself but the air still nipped your skin.

It wasn’t hard to find the bedroom Eric was in. You stood outside of the door contemplating going back down stairs but the chattering of your teeth convinced you other wise. You entered the large bedroom and looked around impressed, the king sized bed was off to the side near a large window.

Eric laid in the middle of the bed on his stomach, stretched out. The heavy blanket he was using had slipped down to about the middle of his back and you took a second to appreciate the muscles and contours of his back.

You took a few tentative steps towards the bed and scowled as you noticed that he was taking up all the space in the bed.

“Eric..” You whispered and he didn’t stir at all.

“Eric come on.” You tried again but still nothing. You reached down and snatched the pillow he had been laying on from underneath his head. Now that woke him up. He glared up at you still groggy and half asleep.

“What the fuck do you want?” He growled his voice sounding thick with sleep you shiver after hearing it but figured you could blame it on the cold.

“scooch over, I’m cold.“ You tried not to whine but you where desperate at this point. Eric was now more awake and he started smirking as he realized what you wanted. He did as you asked and moved over a little bit. You lifted the blanket and caught a glance of his body underneath the covers. You immediately dropped the comforter and looked away.

“I am not getting in the bed till you put some boxers on Eric.” You said slowly Eric, of course thought this was hilarious and looked up at you smugly.

“That’s not really my problem.” He said before putting his head down as if he was going to fall back asleep.

“Eric seriously.” You snapped.

“If your so cold then just get in the bed ____.” Was all he replied not even glancing up.

You where growing irritated and honestly half tempted to just get in the bed. Finally after a few moments of you contemplating what to do, Eric pushed himself up and got out of the bed.

You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his ass before looking away with a slight blush on your face.

Eric turned around and looked at you waiting for a reaction. He had absolutely no shame as he stood there completely naked in front of you. You glanced over and looked him in the eye, fighting every temptation to look at the rest of his body. Even in the dim light only provided by the large windows in the room, you could see mischief in his eye and an over all smug look wiped across his face.

You finally had to break eye contact and look away because you where more than sure he saw the faint blush across your cheeks.

“Your such a princess, you know that?” He said as he look around the room for his clothes.

“Why, because i asked you to but some underwear on?” You bristled back.

While he slipped his black boxer briefs back on, you climbed under the covers enjoying the warmth of the bed. you couldn’t help but sneak one more glance at Eric while he had his back turned. Only this time before you could look away Eric turned around and caught you in the act. You where absolutely mortified as a smirk grew across his face.

“Like what you see?” He said tauntingly and you rolled your eyes at him.

“You wish, Coulter.”

He climbed in on the other side of the bed and laid about an arms length away as you laid with your back to him. Your teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, you where still freezing under all the covers.

“Can you not?” Eric snapped from next to you.

“Excuse me Eric for still being cold!” You growled back. You heard Eric shifting next to you and a few seconds later you felt him press against your body and wrap an arm around you.

“What are you doing?” You whispered-yelled as you tried to shift away.

“___ Shut up and just go to sleep.” He said sounding annoyed.

“I’m not cuddling with you Eric, so get off.” You said not quite sure how to react.

“Get over yourself, Your cold and the whole teeth chattering thing is annoying as fuck. So get warm and go the hell to sleep.” He growled in your ear. He was surprisingly warm as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

“Fuck you, Eric.” You retorted.

He snorted behind you, “Maybe another time princess.”

“You’re disgusting.” You groaned in response and that earned a snicker from him.

“You offered.” Was all he said, snickering.

Eventually you stopped shivering and your teeth stopped chattering. You where actually comfortable which was surprising to say the least. A few more minutes passed and you where convinced that Eric had fallen asleep.

“Are you warm?” You heard him whisper softly, A part of wanted to just pretend to be asleep but you knew Eric knew better.

“Yes..” You whispered back. He mumbled something you didn’t quite catch and you expected him to untangle himself from you and move away and you pretended that the thought of that didn’t make you feel slightly disappointed. But instead he stayed pressed against you. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep after that.

“You so owe me 20 when we get back, Uriah.” Snickering filled the room and that combined with the slight chill in the air stirred you from your sleep.

“Guys leave them alone.” You heard a voice you think belonged to Tris call out.

“Oh hell no, i want a picture of this.” Snickered someone who you knew with out a doubt was Zeke. More laughing filled the room and you heard the snap of a camera go off. That’s when you felt someone laying next to you stir awake.

You opened your eyes slightly and caught sight of all your friends pilled in the room you where sleeping in laughing.

The person next to you, better yet behind you was obviously awake now. You where confused at first until you heard Eric start talking behind you. The events of last night played back in your head and you felt beyond embarrassed.

“Get the fuck out!” You heard Eric yell soon followed by the sound of him throwing something, hopefully a pillow, in the direction of your friends. More laughing filled the room as everyone filed out and the sound of the camera go of again a few more times.
After everyone had exited you just kind of laid there for a second before bursting out with laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Eric gripped but you could hear the amusement in voice. You where most defiantly going to have to do some explaining.

“Nothing…What did you throw?” You asked still snickering.

“A pillow.”

“Did you hit anyone?”

“I don’t know i didn’t look.” For some reason his response earned more laughter from you and he also started chuckling.

It was only then did you notice that it was no longer just one on his arms wrapped around your waist but he also had a leg thrown over you and entangled with your own limbs. The other arm that wasn’t wrapped around you, was underneath you head like a pillow.

You where comfortable and didn’t feel like moving but you shifted in your spot and turned to face him. You where surprisingly close to him but for some reason the close proximity didn’t bother you. He had his eyes closed but you knew better than to think he had fallen back asleep.He had to adjust his position slightly when you moved but he didn’t bother moving over any so you where still pressed against him.

“What happened to the no cuddling thing?” You said smugly.

“I got comfortable.” Was all he had to say. You rolled your eyes at him ever though he couldn’t see you.

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a piercing gaze. You had a staring contest with him for a few minutes before turning away to get out of the bed. He stopped you before you could slip out and, moving surprisingly fast, he shifted and threw a leg over you, moving so that he was straddling you.

He placed his hands on either side of your head and looked down at you
“What are you doing?” You said feeling breathless. He bent down so that his nose was practically touching yours.

“I don’t know just go with it.” Was all he said. Before you could respond he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss started out surprisingly sweet at first but after a little bit you both got more aggressive and It grew more passionate. He placed both hands on your waits and you began clawing your nails down his back earning a moan from him. Before it could get any more heated you heard the door to the bedroom open.

“Guys we are leaving soon, so get- oh my god.” You peaked over Eric’s shoulder to see Four standing in the door way looking anywhere but at the two of you. A blush began to take over your cheeks and given your position there was no denying what the two of you where doing.

“Just-… Were leaving in ten minutes.”  Was all he said before exiting the room.

It was Eric’s turn to laugh now. He buried his face into the side of your neck and kept laughing.

“It’s not funny!” You shouted still embarrassed.

“Yes it is..” Eric commented still chuckling.

“You know.. There’s a lot we can do in ten minutes..” He said after composing himself and moving back to kiss you.

“Oh yeah..?”

“Mmmhhhm” He kissed your collarbone waiting for a response.

“Well i guess your just going to have to show me..” You whispered back, smirking up at him.

“With pleasure.” Was all he said before returning to your lips.

An hour later everyone had made it safely onto the train and you stood by a window watching the sun rise. You felt some one walk up behind you and you didn’t have turn to know it was Eric. You felt him lean in and his lips just barely brushed the shell of your ear.

“Don’t you think for a second that your still not in a shit ton of trouble when we get back princess.” He whispered huskily.

You turned around and smirked looking up at him slightly.

“Oh i was counting on it..” You whispered biting your lip before brushing past him.

Princess… you where starting to think that you just might be able to get used to that nickname.


What is Intelligence?

  • Intelligence: mental quality consisting of the ability to learn from experience, solve problems, and use knowledge to adapt to new situations
  • It’s a socially constructed concept that differs from culture to culture.
  • Controversies on intelligence: 1. Whether it is one overall ability or many, and 2. Whether neuroscientists can locate and measure intelligence within the brain.
  • To reify intelligence is to treat it as though it were a real object, not an abstract concept.
  • Most psychologists now define intelligence as the ability to learn from experience, solve problems, and adapt to new situations.

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My older sister was born with a very rare genetic disorder called Sotos Syndrome (which is- as you know- classified as a pre-existing condition and will no longer be covered by insurance under the AHCA). She will never be able to work or take care of herself and she requires constant supervision. Fortunately for us, we have an amazing doctor who also personally provides care to the only other known child with Sotos Syndrome in all of California. It had taken years to find the perfect dosage of medication to manage her condition, as well as the personalized issues that arise because of it, including OCD, anxiety, ADHD, high-blood pressure, anabolic steroids (it is harder for her to build muscle and perform simple tasks due to lack of coordination), etc. And because we are now able to treat all of these things, she is able to attend a county school with other special needs children- which she would be completely unable to participate in without medication. Please do not make any assumptions about my intent of posting this information publicly, I normally do not talk about my sister’s disability unless someone asks me personally. My sister has overcome countless obstacles and it is a miracle that she is able to function at the level that she does. I am only posting this because I feel like it is important to recognize just how many people will be affected by these changes- and the idea that so many people will have to go without these necessities in order to function day to day or even live is heartbreaking. I think we all need to take care of each other right now.

Should It Be Legal to Pay Disabled Workers Subminimum Wages?

Lawren Barber-Wood. December 9, 2016.

I. Section 14© and Who It Affects

In America, the current minimum wage is $7.25 an hour. Most states, though, have higher minimum wages, like Alaska, where the minimum wage is $9.75 an hour. Most American workers are paid whichever wage is higher where they live, but there are some exceptions; minors, waitstaff, and disabled workers can all legally be paid below minimum wage. Minors can only be paid below minimum wage for ninety days, though, and waitstaff can only be paid subminimum wages if they’re tipped. Even then, there are limitations on this; “if an employee’s tips plus cash wages do not add up to at least minimum wage… the employer is required to [pay enough to] make the employee whole” (Simpson).  In regards to disabled workers, on the other hand, there is no limit to how low they can be paid or for how long they can be paid these low wages. This is because of a seventy-five year old addition to the Fair Labor Standards Act, or FLSA, called Section 14©.

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Follow My Vans: Anya Violet of Babes Ride Out

Babes Ride Out co-founder and self-proclaimed star child, Anya Violet has been riding for as long as she can remember. Her childhood memories are laced with moments of riding dirt bikes with her mother, and spending weekends racing motocross in the local circuits. To put it bluntly: Anya is a total bad-ass through-and-through. But don’t let that fool you! Anya is one of the most positive, warm, down-to-earth girls you’ll ever meet, and has the out-of-this world ability to make you feel like you’ve known each other for many many lightyears. We caught up with this ball of positive energy before the roll out to Joshua Tree to learn more about the birthing place of Babes Ride Out, and her helpful advice for any girl looking to get into riding.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed reading doctors make the worst patients. The way you write Mulder taking care of Scully is the sweetest. Could you do something similar where Scully is sick or hurt on a case during revival era? Mulder knows exactly what to do to help her but is unsure of the new boundaries. And Scully too is hesitant to accept comfort from him...

First of all, thank you!  Second of all, okay, here you go!

Recovering Nicely

by mldrgrl

rated PG

Not surprisingly to Mulder, Scully put up an admirable protest about coming home with him, but he’d learned over the years the best way not to take no for an answer from her was just not to take no for an answer.  Besides, she wasn’t in much of a position to really argue about it anyway.  He actually hadn’t intended to insist upon it, but as soon as he laid eyes on the extended-stay hotel she directed him to, the weak agreement he’d made to help her get settled and go home went out the window.

When they arrived, he didn’t even let her out of the car.  The argument on that point lasted as long as it took for him to let her regurgitate all the reasons why it was unnecessary for him to take care of her and he effectively ended that by simply taking her key and slamming the car door against her protests.  Less than ten minutes later, he was back in the car with her dog and a bag of her things he threw together.  She was red-faced and silent for the hour-long drive to the house.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be sensitive to her needs or their current situation, but the second he realized she was not living in an apartment as she’d led him to believe, but at a hotel, was the second he also realized that this separation was as temporary for her as it was for him.  Until that point, he’d thought it was only in his mind and he’d lived on that slim hope for months.  

Enough was enough.  This wasn’t twenty years ago when they had to tiptoe around each other and pretend their feelings didn’t exist.  They’d been friends for half their lives now and lovers for half the time they’d been friends.  He didn’t care if she had moved out on him, neither of them had moved on and he knew as well as she did that they never intended to.

Daggoo was the first one out of the car.  As soon as Mulder opened the door, the dog had leapt from Scully’s lap to his and jumped to the ground.  He’d been to the house a handful of times and enjoyed exploring the bushes beneath the porch.  He was well-trained enough to be trusted not to run off, but still required supervision.

“Stay by the house, Daggoo,” Mulder called, crossing in front of the car to the passenger side.  He opened Scully’s door and she eyed him warily as she unbuckled her seatbelt.  “Doc said to stay off the foot for at least 24 hours,” he said.

“He said to try to,” she answered.

“Really, Scully?”

“Just give me your arm, I’ll use you as a crutch.”

“Nope.”  He ignored her in favor of sliding his arm under her knees and pulling her out of the car, mindful to clear her injured foot from the door.

“Mulder!” she exclaimed, grabbing onto his shoulders as though he might drop her even though he lifted her cleanly and easily.  “Put me down!”

“Sorry, Scully, overruled.”

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Not even young children are free from Edgeworth’s sense of pretentiousness justice. Both of the Wrights have to step in to handle this one…
(bonus: a continuation!)

we hope this fulfills your request, eian556! thank you for the prompt!

Carry Me Home (Valdangelo Pairing)

Leo was working. As always. He had a boat and a boyfriend that both required constant supervision and he found that working kept him from falling asleep. No sleep, of course, brought with it negative side effects but it also meant he could spend more time with Nico, his little insomniac. Nico slept occasionally but it was a fitful sort of sleep. A sleep he tended to wake up from within just a few hours. And even then, he could only ever fall asleep in the first place with Leo awake and present.

So Leo did his best to sneak sporadic naps throughout the day. This meant that when night fell he could keep watch over Nico and not be at risk of falling asleep next to him. He seemed to be the only thing that could quell Nico’s not so illogical fear of the dark. The Son of Hades only ever seemed to be comfortable with his boyfriend by his side, which despite making Leo a little sad also made him extremely happy.

Right now though he had left Nico alone in the communal living area. It was just down the hall and filled with scattered couches and cushions. Nico had been sat on the cushiest couch, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, hugging a mug of hot chocolate. He was in one of his moods. When Nico was having a ‘bad day’ sometimes even Leo wasn’t enough to comfort him, sometimes he even flinched when Leo touched him. Originally this had hurt but he’d soon come to realise it wasn’t a reflection of how Nico felt about him. It was just the internal scars from Tartarus making themselves known.

Nico was covered in scars from head to toe but unfortunately Leo could only see how badly he had been hurt on the outside. How badly Nico had been hurt on the inside seemed to be something that only he himself could deal with. It was something he didn’t want anybody else to see. Tonight was one of the rare nights that he just needed to be alone and Leo was in tune enough with Nico to know when he was silently asking him to leave. After Leo had finished his own hot chocolate he’d made an excuse and set to work on some blueprints in the engine room. He knew from experience that Nico would call if he needed anything.

He’d been sat at his desk for a few hours now, staring at the blueprints he’d drawn up but not really seeing them. Sighing in frustration he dropped his head down onto the blue paper, wrapping his arms around it protectively. The darkness was welcome and he could feel his heartbeat begin to slow down as he relaxed. He considered sneaking in another nap before checking on Nico again and decided he had at least half an hour before he would be missed. He shifted into a more comfortable position and for the first time that day he stopped worrying about Nico or the Argo II. He pushed all thoughts from his mind. Just as he was starting to drift off a knock at the door snapped him back to his senses. He sat bolt upright and spun in his chair, demigod reflexes making themselves known as he reached for the sword at his feet then turned it on the person stood casually in the doorway. Piper snorted.

“Your hair is on fire.” She said simply. Leo’s shoulders dropped as the adrenaline drained from his body. He lowered his weapon and ruffled his hair to put the flames out.

“Hey, Pipes.” He said, blinking dazedly and waving the smoke away from his eyes. Piper smiled in amusement.

“Hey, Leo.” She said, keeping her tone indifferent. She was obviously bursting to tell him something. He raised an eyebrow quizzically and her amused smile turned into an almost guilty grin. Leo immediately became suspicious. Piper was the only one to know of his relationship with Nico, and even then she’d only found out because of her parentage. At first Nico didn’t want anybody to know ever. He was scared and embarrassed about what he felt. Leo eventually convinced him that it would be a lot better if their friends were aware of them. And even though he was still doubtful, Nico finally believed Leo when he said that people were way more accepting now than they were in the forties.

After a few weeks of quiet, tense conversations Nico had been comfortable enough to agree with Leo and admit that it was a good idea to tell everybody on the boat. All he asked for was just a little more time to think. Leo completely understood and he was willing to give his boyfriend all the time he needed. Pipers grin made him suddenly question whether or not she was still the only person to know. His stomach dropped, thinking about how Nico would react if he was outed in front of his friends without any build up or warning. He had panic attacks if somebody touched him without asking. He hated to think about what would happen if he was suddenly exposed and emotionally vulnerable.

“What is it? Why are you smiling like that?” He asked uneasily.

“No reason. Just…” Piper sighed and gave up on the pretence. She clapped her hands together in excitement. “You need to come and see something.” Leo propped his sword up against the doorway.

“Why? What is it?” He asked curiously. Piper waved away his question and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the room after her.

“What -” His question was cut off by her putting her hand over his mouth.

“Shhhh, okay?” She whispered. “Just trust me.” Leo pulled her hand away from his face but didn’t say anything else. They reached the end of the corridor and Piper, to Leo’s surprise, turned into the room that Nico was in. He opened his mouth to warn her that it was one of Nico’s bad days but she started grinning again and the words died in his throat. She was blocking the doorway so he pushed past her gently, nearly welling up when he saw what she was looking at. This was something he hadn’t seen in a very long time and it was wonderful. After so many nights of Nico lying awake, scared out of his mind it was also extremely relieving.

Nico was sprawled across one of the sofas, his hot chocolate placed carefully on the floor forgotten. His blankets had been forgotten too and lay in a bundle next to the mug, leaving his body exposed. All he was wearing was an oversized dark grey t shirt (Leo recognised it as his own) and a pair of boxer shorts that were covered in little cartoon spanners. His knees were pulled up slightly, his arms tucked tight into his chest and he looked… peaceful. He looked his age for once. There was no haunted expression on his face, he didn’t look scared or uneasy. He looked comfortable. Piper grabbed Leo’s arm and pulled him closer to his boyfriend. They reached the sofa and stood in silence for a while. Looking down at the sleeping demigod with matching affection.

Nico’s jet black hair was messy and ruffled, just like it always was and it seemed to soak up the darkness. It didn’t shine, it didn’t reflect any light, and it was stark against the white pillow it was resting against. Some of it fell across his cheek and Leo reached out to brush it away. Piper caught his arm before he could.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” She said quietly.

“Why not?”

“I tried to wake him up just now.” She whispered. Leo gave her a sharp look. “Gently!” She insisted. “I know it’s been forever since he’s slept. I just thought about how humiliated he’d feel if everybody were to come in here tomorrow morning and see adorable Nico not the scary Ghost King Nico. Plus the Spanner boxers kinda hint at you guys. Where did he even get those! Why would somebody make them? It’s like they knew.” Leo laughed under his breath. He’d always wondered if Nico had been looking for them or simply stumbled across them one day and bought them on a whim. Wherever Nico had found them, Leo had a sneaking suspicion that Piper’s mum had something to do with the manufacturing process. Not that he wasn’t grateful. They always brought a smile to his face.

“I don’t know. He’s never told me. And I hate to wake him up but I kind of see your point.” He said regretfully. “Why didn’t you wake him up again? You said you tried?”

“Well, yeah. I did. But the second I touched him the shadows jumped to life and attacked me.” She said matter of factly. Leo supposed Piper had been attacked by much weirder things. Why should a few shadows bother her? “Why do you think all of the lights are on?” She added. Leo looked around and saw indeed that every lamp and light in the room was switched on and shining brightly. “I figure he’s subconsciously protecting himself. That’s why I came to get you. Because I think if you touch him he won’t have this weird need to protect himself. That and the fact that he looks so freaking adorable I just thought you’d like to see him.” Leo smiled at her.

“You were right about that.” He said. He looked down at his boyfriend and sighed softly. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” He added as an afterthought, talking to himself more than to Piper. And he wasn’t talking about classic beauty. He was talking about the shape of Nico’s body, the fact that he still didn’t have quite enough weight on him, the sharp angles of his shoulder blades and elbows. The faint pink and silver scars that criss crossed across his bare arms and legs. The stark contrast between his white skin and his black hair. The faint purple bruises around his eyes. His ski slope nose, his pale lips. Nico was beautiful. He was like a painting. The dark and the light thrown haphazardly together to create this person who was a wonderful mixture of both. Piper laughed at the tone of Leo’s voice.

“Yes. He is. Both of you are.” She said simply. Leo shot her a questioning look, wondering if she was talking about them physically, or the aura of love that she claimed surrounded them both.

“So, maybe I should try to pick him up.” He said, looking back to Nico. “I could take him to my room and put him to bed? That way we don’t have to wake him.” Piper nodded encouragingly and stepped back as Leo stepped forwards. He knew he should be worried about Coach Hedge finding out that he was sharing a bed with Nico. But they’d gotten away with it so far. Leo suspected the coach wasn’t looking out for same-sex couples. Maybe that should’ve annoyed him, but instead he felt extremely lucky.

“Careful though.” Piper warned from behind him. “It’s just a theory that the shadows won’t attack you. And I don’t want either of us to be swallowed up by them.” She shuddered, thinking about where they could possibly take her. Leo wasn’t worried though. He knelt down next to Nico and hesitantly reached out a hand, holding it a few inches above Nico’s face. When nothing happened he started stroking Nico’s cheek softly. He could see the shadows in the corners of the room flickering slightly but none of them reached out to grab him. He took that as a good sign and leaned forward to kiss Nico’s forehead, brushing away his fringe.

“Aww.” Piper’s hand jumped to her mouth as though she hadn’t meant to say anything. “Sorry.” She said sheepishly as Leo turned around to look at her. “You’re just so damn cute.” Leo grinned then turned back to his boyfriend. He was pretty confident now that he was safe. Shifting his weight slightly he inched one of his arms under Nico’s legs and used the other to support his back. As he lifted Nico from the sofa the Son of Hades made a soft noise in his throat, snuggling into Leo’s chest. One of his hands grabbed the material of Leo’s shirt while the other was still pulled up to his own chest protectively. Leo’s grin nearly widened but it faltered instead as Nico’s grip tightened suddenly. His whole body tensed for a few moments then gradually relaxed again, he seemed to be holding onto Leo just a little tighter than before.

Leo looked at him worriedly. Was he trapped in a nightmare? Would it be worth waking him up? Nico’s nightmares were usually terrible. He shook and screamed and lashed out. Now he was a dead weight. Completely unconscious. Leo hadn’t seen Nico sleep like this for weeks, he decided it was just a little discomfort at being moved and brushed off the worry he was feeling. He’d truthfully never seen Nico looking so peaceful. He didn’t want to become overprotective, Nico definitely didn’t need that. He turned to face Piper. Whose face gave the impression she was cooing over a new-born baby.

“Thank you, Piper.” He said, drawing her attention away from the sleeping demigod “I mean it.” Piper smiled again.

“No problem.” She replied sunnily. “And don’t worry,” She said as she saw he was about to speak again. “I won’t tell anybody about this. Especially Nico.” Leo nodded in thanks and shifted Nico in his arms so that he was easier to hold. Then he turned towards the hall he’d walked down with Piper.

“Goodnight, Pipes.” He called softly over his shoulder.

“Goodnight.” She replied. Leo could still hear the smile in her voice as she watched him walk away. As Leo stepped through the doorway and into the corridor the darkness seemed suddenly suffocating. Without Piper or her bright lights distracting him it was painfully obvious that Nico was underweight. It was terrifying to think about how much he still needed to gain back after Tartarus. And though it did create beautiful angles when he was sleeping on sofas it was unnerving and unhealthy.

Leo looked down at Nico’s face sadly, the boy was almost smiling. He averted his gaze when he remembered just how much Nico had been through. This small, fragile human being had gone through more than most of the demigods on this boat put together. Looking at Nico like this only served as a cold reminder. He pulled Nico slightly higher so that he could kiss his head again then tucked it under his chin, feeling Nico’s hair tickle his mouth. He reached his room and kicked open his bedroom door quietly. Navigating the clutter expertly in the darkness, he reached the bed and laid Nico down as delicately and slowly as he could, not bothering to pull back the blankets. He was about to pull away so that he could change out of his oily, grease stained clothes but Nico kept hold of his shirt and made a soft noise of protest.

“Per favore. Don’t go.” He mumbled sleepily, slipping in and out of Italian, like he always did when he was tired. He tugged at Leo’s shirt. Leo hesitated, wondering whether a night with Nico would be worth ruining his bed sheets for and quickly decided it would be. He let himself be pulled down next to his boyfriend. As he tried to get comfortable without tangling their limbs Nico blatantly ignored his attempts. The smaller boy stretched languidly and wrapped himself tightly around his boyfriend. His hands worked their way under Leo’s shirt, the cold making him shiver involuntarily. They traced their way up to his chest, coming to a stop directly over his heart. Nico found the steady thrum of it comforting. He buried his face into Leo’s neck, unknowingly smudging oil across his cheek.

Leo reached out blindly with one of his arms, stretching as far as he could reach, scrabbling at the floor for a few minutes before his fingers snagged on a thin blanket. He managed to pull it up onto the bed and drag it clumsily across them both. Sighing in content when he realised they were both comfortable and both tired and both able to sleep tonight he wrapped his arms around Nico, letting his fingers get tangled in his hair.

“Ti amo, Leo.” Nico said quietly. His voice was muffled by the material of Leo’s shirt but it was still discernible and the emotion in it was particularly obvious.

“I love you too, Nico.” He replied.

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SOMEONE   PLS   ADOPT  THE  SMOL          she’s  a  teeny  space  child  who  will  literally  trust  anyone  !!   to  the  point  of  dangerous.    can  be  talked  into  doing  anything.    requires  constant  supervision.    really  loves  the  planet.    is  a   SWEET   summer  child.    but  if  u  take  care  of  her  and  someone  insults  or  hurts  u   (  or  even  just  bc  u   ASK   her  to  do  it  nicely  )    she  will  strangle  them  with  tree  roots  and  grow  flowers  on  their  graves.

in  all  seriousness.    i  really  want  a   THREAD   where  someone  takes  her  in  and  she  becomes  v  attached  bc  i  find  the  dichotomy  of  her  relying  so  heavily  on  them  yet   ALSO   being  v  dangerous  v  interesting.


can we just take the time to appreciate the balls P5MC has? according to P5 segment in the most recent famitsu magazine:

The prologue consists of the hero confronting a man who harasses women, and subsequently being detained by the police because of the injuries he inflicts on that man. The hero is then sentenced to probation. He becomes a Phantom Thief afterwards to fight against that.

P5MC did what any respectable and rightful individual would have and hopefully taught that disgusting man a lesson he will never forget. but apart from that, is the fact that he is a phantom thief while on probation.

according to wikipedia:

Probation in criminal law is a period of supervision over an offender, ordered by a court instead of serving time in prison.


An offender on probation is ordered to follow certain conditions set forth by the court, often under the supervision of a probation officer. During this testing period, an offender faces the threat of being sent back to prison, if found breaking the rules.

Offenders are ordinarily required to refrain from possession of firearms, and may be ordered to remain employed, abide to a curfew, live at a directed place, obey the orders of the probation officer, or not leave the jurisdiction. The probationer might be ordered as well to refrain from contact with the victims (such as a former partner in a domestic violence case), with potential victims of similar crimes (such as minors, if the instant offense involves child sexual abuse), or with known criminals, particularly co-defendants. Additionally, the restrictions can include a ban on possession or use of alcoholic beverages, even if alcohol was not involved in the original criminal charges. Offenders on probation might be fitted with an electronic tag (or monitor), which signals their whereabouts to officials. Also, offenders have been ordered to submit to repeat alcohol/drug testing or to participate in alcohol/drug or psychological treatment, or to perform community service work.

there are a four types of supervision, also according to wikipedia, however i think only this could possibly apply to P5MC:

Standard supervision Offenders under standard supervision are generally required to report to an officer, most commonly between biweekly and quarterly, and are subject to any other conditions as may have been ordered, such as alcohol/drug treatment, community service, and so on.

imagine the balls you need to have to be a secret phantom thief even though you are required by law to regularly report to and obey the orders of an officer.


Originally posted by taejin

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me…

A/N: so this was based off a bunch of posts on peach of my friends’ commentary of this picture. i sort of fell in love with the idea of an art school fic but i had a terrible time deciding between all the boys so this may become a series? we’ll see, but for now i hope you guys like this one! and i’m sorry i’ve been so absent but i’ve literally been working on this day and night since i finished the drabbles. i’m gonna do a few requests after this so if you’ve been waiting, i’m sorry but they’re coming soon!! love you all <3

wc: ~7.5K

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Herb of the Week Lily of the Valley


Lily Convalle
Lily of the Valley
May Lily
The plant commonly called the lily of the valley is a nice-looking perennial that can reach a height of about nine inches or twenty three cm when fully grown. The morphology of the lily of the valley consists of a pair of elliptically shaped leaves, with many clusters of distinct bell shaped and white colored flowers along one side of the stem, and distinctive red berries in the fruiting season.

The bell shaped flowers of the plant are very familiar to floral enthusiasts and while they are certainly small and unspectacular, they are very sweetly perfumed and are a universally well liked flowers. The lily of the valley is a very hardy plant and it can very readily adapt to a wide range of growing conditions in the wild, the plant is quite common now in the north American country side and even though the sturdy little herb thrives is not a native it thrives on neglected waste grounds and has escaped from many gardens to become a common plant in North America.

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Now you can have nice things! This papercraft model of a popular narwhal-based cartoon can be printed out on sturdy 11 X 8.5 stock and assembled with the employment of adhesive, scissors and an razor-blade (adult supervision may be required.)

Fold along the dots

cut along solid lines (mostly but use your judgement.)

I used my razor to cut a slot in the front of Da Vinci’s masterpiece for the horn to go through. 

Once it is complete, consider rewarding yourself with the purchase of the complete tragedy series (now available for pre-order through many online retailers.)


Varner Unit State Prison is a penitentiary for men, located near Grady Arkansas. The facility has a capacity for about 1,700 inmates, with a supermax wing that can hold 468 inmates. The supermax wing houses male death row inmates, although executions are carried out in another unit nearby. The unit also houses inmates who are considered a high security risk that require maximum supervision. When the facility opened in 1987, it was built with a capacity for 300, and then increased to 700 several years later, and increased again to 1,600. The Supermax wing was opened in 2000. Some attribute the rapid inmate population growth to the “Get Tough on Crime” era sentencing. During the 80’s – early 90’s, Varner unit also housed young male offenders, and during that time the facility earned the reputation of being a “Gladiator School”, but in recent years, Varner unit has experienced a relatively normal amount of inmate violence, compared to national averages. Varner unit housed the West Memphis Three – Damien Echols, Jessie Misskelley and Jason Baldwin, until their release.