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‘Happier’ (Klance Week: Day 6)

Lance sat sullenly in the dark, messy room, nursing an empty bottle. 
He remembered it clearly They were walking down 29th street when Keith had dragged him into the bar. Lance didn’t realise that bar would signify the start of the end of an era. A perfectly lovely man began flirting with his boyfriend. Worst thing yet, Keith laughed and flirted back. He hadn’t seen Keith laugh like that in months and it dawned on him that perhaps the spark they once had was fading. Yet Lance had ignored it. He tried not to say anything about the bar but that night he had laid sleepless. Wondering if Keith still loved him or if he would be happier without him. It turned out the latter was true.

He went to take a swig from the bottle but came up empty. Half the house was empty, and the room that was once so bright and loving was devoid of life. The fight was explosive. The shattered remains of a pot still lay upon the floor, it accidentally having been knocked down. Lance was numb enough to not feel the glass that pierced his skin as he laid amongst the shards. He continued his journey of reminiscence. The next time he had realised they were growing apart was one bleak December. They almost never actually saw each other, held each other, talked to each other. Christmas was right around the corner and no festive decorations could be spotted around the house even though the two both loved Christmas. When one tried to suggest they do something the other was too busy to participate. That year both Keith and Lance had given each other socks and chocolate that they had bought on Christmas Eve. The gifts only represented a sense of obligation and no love was in either. 

Back in present day he smiled sadly to no one. Keith was long gone and Lance had only helped get rid of him. ‘At least he’ll be happier.’ he thought bitterly. ‘I could just smile to hide the truth. Pretend it doesn’t hurt me…’ With that, Lance stood, glass shards falling from his pants as he went to the kitchen and poured himself another glass of wine. The sweet red liquid, spilling over the glasses brim at the same time tears started to fall down his cheeks.

-Kae

(Quotes both direct and indirect are taken from Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Happier’ because that song is super sad!)

Good Girl

Jim X Reader

Word Count: 1445

Prompt: “Oh I’ve been looking for a good girl, yeah been looing for good girl, tell me if you think you found, tell me if there’s a chance you’ll let me know.”

Summary: You’ve always been stereotyped as being a goody-two-shoes but you’ve caught Jim Kirk’s attention


“You’re a good girl Y/n. You’re a well behaved child and your parents are lucky to have you.” Was what you constantly heard as a child. Still when you went to the Star Fleet Academy you were told how well behaved and disciplined you were. It was a stuck record and you didn’t know how to get out of it. What you didn’t understand was that you were rebellious, you’d taken drugs and drank until you couldn’t stand. Had one night stands and kissed girls and boys on the same night. You just didn’t do it all the time and gave in your homework on time, which ‘apparently’ meant that you could do no wrong.

People always labelled you as a goody two shoes even though your friends knew you could have a real short fuse. You were just able to control yourself in a respectful way to your lectures’. Which some of your peers didn’t seem able to do. Jim Kirk was one of these. You admired his ability to be spectacularly intelligent and at the same time a complete idiot who wasted his time. It had almost become a goal of yours to have the image he did. People knew he was a playboy who didn’t do as he was supposed to and slept with a different girl each night. But he also aced every test and was top of most of his classes. Saying you envied Jim Kirk was a massive understatement.

But lately, weirdly enough, he’d been talking to you a lot because of Gaila. She kept inviting him round and then leaving so you two were just together in your shared dorm. He’s never tried anything and you appreciated that he didn’t have to be as nice as he was. You at school wasn’t exactly the company he wanted. You were usually revising for something and he’s often help you with that. But recently he’d been coming round off his own volition which was strange

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I totally believe Jean Valjean is one of those dads who’s completely clueless about modern technology. He still thinks clap phones are cool and refuses to call the hotline because he thinks its a sex phone service or something.

He’s also the dad who spent three weeks texting.like.this. because he couldn’t find the space bar on his phone and who always ends his perfectly spelled texts with a period, unknowingly making them sound passive-aggressive.

And then he does embarrassing stuff like innocently sending wink emojis and asking why the eggplant emoji exists, bless his heart. At some point he starts calling Cosette “bae” and that’s when she draws the line.

“ ‘Bae’ doesn’t mean what you think it means, dad.”

“Doesn’t it mean Before Anyone Else?”

“It…. does, actually. I-Just don’t call me that. I know where you’re coming from but out of context it’s just weird.”

Break-up Novella.

PART FOUR: IT’S JUST GOING TO TAKE SOME TIME.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

I’m not 100% on this specific part of the Break-Up Novella bit I felt like I needed a filler part in between Parts 3 and 5. I promise you, Part 5 will be filled and it’ll be better and we’ll see their relationship really get better. There may or may not be a cheeky smut scene at the end, as well as the cutest scene I think I’ve ever written in my life. 

I’m really iffy on this part, so, I apologise in the horrendous flow. I really tried to work through it, I can promise you, haha. Chances are, I will come back to this a really re-do it to fit the novella properly. I lost all inspiration for this section and I’m so unsure as to why. I think I’ve just been SO excited to write the final part because I hate it when the missus and Harry fight because I just love them and I’m rooting for them SO hard… :(((

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Nobody requested this but I’m going to do it anyways, I’ll be doing imagines/smut based on lines/songs from Harry’s album.
Inspired line- “and she feels so good.”
Setting- at home, on Harry’s couch while drinking wine. Also a little bit tipsy.
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“I’m serious, why would you even go to a bar at all? It’s just pointless, well to me.” I said with a grin over taking my face looking at Harry, “well, I don’t know. I think bars are pretty fun.” He said taking a sip out of his wine glass.

“I mean I just don’t get it, you could go to a liquor store. Treat yourself with a nice bottle of wine and come home, take a bubble bath and just enjoy yourself.” I said, proceeding to take a sip out of my wine glass. “Honestly, it’s ridiculous.” I said shaking my head, wiping my mouth with the napkin in my hands.


“I mean, I do enjoy seeing you in that little navy dress you wear when we go to the bar, it just looks so good on your butt. It gets me every time personally.” Harry said, “also when you curl your hair it just looks beautiful, that’s why I like going to bars, to see you get all done up and pretty. But, I mean it was your night to choose and you chose to stay at home.” My cheeks fired up with a rosy blush, he was always doing this. Commenting about my body, the way I look. But you never truly get used to it, “stop, Harry, you’re going to make me blush.”


“Oh, I bet I could make you blush,” he said with a deep chuckle.


“I already know you can, you don’t have to prove it.” I said with a laugh. I giggled a bit, the wine making me a bit playful. My words lingered in the air for a moment, the air around the room drying up to all seriousness.


“You know I dream about fucking you?” He said, the tone of any playfulness leaving his voice. I was just speechless. I knew he joked about it, but I never imagined he would say it with such sincerity.


“I dream about how you would feel, I bet you would be tight, you never have any men in your life so that makes for an uneventful sex life. Oh, I bet you’d feel so good.” He leaned into my face, the small of wine on his lips pungent, the mixture of cinnamon wafted in with it all, was just pure intoxicating. Him, his smell, his words where all just getting to me at the moment.


“Harry…” I said, my voice almost a whisper. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, you know considering the fact-”


“You know I’ve never been one for good ideas, Y/N.”

PART TWO WILL BE UPLOADED LATER

“Aphobia isn’t as bad as...” SHUT. UP.

Experiences of oppression shouldn’t have to measure up to other experiences to matter. There isn’t a bar you have to meet before your experiences are real.

As a white adult with a job and a home living in a progressive place my experiences with transphobia and homophobia do not in any way measure up to the experiences of a black homeless trans woman in a conservative place or to a gay person in Chechnya yet no one ever says that the transphobia and homophobia that I experience is there for not real or doesn’t matter. & I am not expected to start every sentence with “even though some other people have it worse…”

And when I speak to asexuals who were bullied and raped and not believed by their families because of their asexuality it is obvious to me that there are people whose experiences of aphobia are worse than my experiences with transphobia and homophobia right now. Experiences are always contextual. There is no univeral trans experience and there is no universal asexual experience. 

But I really shouldn’t even have to give those examples. Even if experiences were universal and even if every single asexual faced less oppression than every single trans person and every single gay person than aphobia would still matter. And saying that it is ‘not as bad’ would still be a shitty useless thing to say to someone trying to fight that oppression. 

“But aphobia isn’t as bad as…” SHUT. UP. GET OVER YOURSELF. YOU SUCK. JUST DO EVERYONE A FAVOR AND NEVER SPEAK AGAIN. 

Aphobes and aphobia deniers responding to this will be blocked. 

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John Sheffield, 1st Duke of Buckingham and Normanby, KG, PC (7 April 1648 – 24 February 1721) 

English poet and Tory politician of the late Stuart period who served as Lord Privy Seal and Lord President of the Council. He was also known by his original title, Lord Mulgrave.

Buckingham was the author of An Account of the Revolution and some other essays, and of numerous poems, among them the Essay on Poetry and the Essay on Satire. It is probable that the Essay on Satire, which attacked many notable persons, “sauntering Charles” amongst others, was circulated in MS. It was often attributed at the time to Dryden, who accordingly suffered a thrashing at the hands of Rochester’s bravoes for the reflections it contained upon the earl. Mulgrave was a patron of Dryden, who may possibly have revised it, but was certainly not responsible, although it is commonly printed with his works. Mulgrave adapted Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, breaking it up into two plays, Julius Caesar and Marcus Brutus. He introduced choruses between the acts, two of these being written by Pope, and an incongruous love scene between Brutus and Portia. He was a constant friend and patron of Pope, who expressed a flattering opinion of his Essay on Poetry

In 1721 Edmund Curl published a pirated edition of his works, and was brought before the bar of the House of Lords for breach of privilege accordingly. An authorized edition under the superintendence of Pope appeared in 1723, but the authorities cut out the Account of the Revolution and The Feast of the Gods on account of their alleged Jacobite tendencies. These were printed at the Hague in 1727. Pope disingenuously repudiated any knowledge of the contents. Other editions reappeared in 1723, 1726, 1729, 1740 and 1753. His Poems were included in Johnson’s and other editions of the British poets. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham. Vol. II. The Third Edition, Corrected. London: Printed for T. Wotton, against St. Dunstan’s Church, Fleet-Street; D. Browne, without Temple-Bar; T. Astley, in St. Paul’s Church-yard; A. Millar, against St. Clement’s Church, in the Strand; J. Stagg, in Westminster-Hall; and S. Williamson. 1740.

Chest and back workout

Training chest and back alternate excersises really gets maximum stretch and contraction of your muscles which in turn will make you pump up like an absolute beast 💪 so here’s the workout..

Barbell bench press 5x 5

T-bar row 5x 5

Incline dumbell press with fly negative 5x 8

Wide arm pullups 5x until failure

Dumbell fly 5x 12

Barbell shrugs 5x 8


So there we have it…simple yet effective!

Give it a try and let me know what you think in the comments 💬

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A cool part about teaching is that the kids will eat all the food you don’t like.
Those granola bars from the variety pack that aren’t your fav? Kids.
Those chips from the mixed bags you don’t love? Kids
The cheese from lunchables? Kids.
The other half to your bagel? Kids.

I wanted to try to do some back exercises today so I tried some new stuff out! I wanna strengthen my lower traps and rhomboids to hopefully help even out my back💪🏼

2/15 Workout:

Chin-ups: 3x6
T-bar rows: 4x8 55#
Close bent over barbell rows: 4x8 30#
Close lat pulldowns: 4x8 50#
Seated rope lat pulls: 4x8 60#
Plank back squeeze: 30