the hang over 3

queenamidala  asked:

“my country’s going through some issues so i’m here in hiding and you’re a civilian who lives in the same apartment complex as me” for Jon/Sansa if you have time please! Thank you for your amazing words

it’s been 84 years but i finally wrote this, @queenamidala, and i hope you like it! modern au, 1244 words. title is from the bleachers song.

you’re still a mystery (someday i’m gonna make this right)

“What,” says Sam, looking up from Robbins and Cotran Pathologic Basis of Disease as Jon walked into their flat, “do you know of Winterfell?”

“Small country far up north,” Jon replies, setting the box of pizza down on the coffee table. “Cold as balls but lovely, from what I hear.”

“Not so lovely anymore.” Sam nods at the television, where the words “breaking news” and “civil war” are superimposed over footage of smoke rising from a skyline straight out of a medieval fairy tale. Winterfell’s historical architecture has always been its biggest draw, but right now Jon feels more sorry for its people. As a firefighter, he knows that being trapped in a burning building is a fate that no human being should have to endure.

“The king and queen are dead, apparently, and all the heirs have gone missing,” Sam continues. “Nasty business.”

“Very sad,” Jon agrees.

Two days later, a new tenant moves into the modest apartment building on the Street of the Sisters, and Jon is roused in the middle of the night by Ghost whining and scratching frantically at the door. Thinking that his normally quiet Northern Inuit needs to relieve himself on the lamp post by the curb, Jon groggily pulls on a shirt, stumbles through the living room, and throws open the door— only to curse as Ghost makes a beeline for the unit next to his and Sam’s.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, he doesn’t…” Jon’s already babbling before he stops short at the sight of Ghost clambering all over the woman kneeling in the hallway, cooing in delight and running her fingers through his white fur.

“… bite,” Jon finishes, scratching his head. His dog tends to be wary of strangers, so this behavior is weird, to say the least.

“I was moving stuff around. The commotion probably woke him up,” the woman says, getting to her feet. She’s tall and pretty, with long black hair and eyes that are a captivating shade of blue even in the hallway’s yellow sodium light.

“Yeah, the walls are pretty thin,” Jon says, ill at ease. She’s dressed simply— jeans, boots, a gray sweater— but something about her demeanor makes him ashamed to be standing here barefoot, in boxers and a ratty shirt. “I’m Jon, by the way. Jon Snow.”

The woman shakes his proffered hand, flashing him a polite smile. “Alayne Stone.”

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Ezra Fitz, Lolita parallels, and a hero complex

I just wrote this up in response to an ask, but I wasn’t sure when, or if, I ever wrote this up before, so i decided to give it it’s own post.

 Ezra Fitz has a “type”, and that type was influenced by his first love, whom he lost at a young age.

This is one of the Lolita parallels. Humbert was locked in a fantasy of his “Nymphet” because his first love passed away at the same approximate age, and he’s been trying to replace her. (Let’s pretend for 2 seconds that’s not the worst bullshit ever.)

Ezra’s home is littered with book and his classroom littered with lessons, all dealing with the subject of a tragic romance. Ezra Fitz is obsessed with doomed love stories because he lived one.

I think Ezra may have suffered a terrible loss at a young age, and he couldn’t save her. Like it was an accident or something and he failed to keep her out of danger. So now, as ‘A’ or ‘A.D’ or Ezra, he keeps creating the same (similar) circumstances over and over again until he gets it right. Until he really feels like he’s the hero.

He’s got a hell of a hero complex. But it also helps that a lot of the things he sets up make for pretty good books.

I think he’s responsible for the dollhouse, and he’s responsible for Nicole’s disappearance, and a few of the other dangers the girls have faced. That’s why so many of their big events feel so staged. Because they were intended to make the girls feel like they were in danger, while they never were. Thus making the girls view him as a savior when he inevitably shows up to save the day.

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Freshman 15: Part 1

Reagan and her friend Lila, high school seniors, perused Instagram together while eating in the local mall food court. “Oh my god, look how fat Jenny looks in this picture Alyssa posted of her!” Reagan exclaimed. “No wonder she asked her to untag her,” smirked Lila. Reagan continued scrolling, noticing more girls who had graduated the year before looking more bloated and softer than she remembered them. “There is no way I will let myself go that much in college. Like they say everyone gains the freshman 15 but I have way too much self-control for that, girl.” “Me fuckin’ too. You will never catch me stuffed into a pair of high waisted shorts that fit perfectly 3 months ago with a roll hanging over the top,” Lila scoffed.

Fast forward one year later. Reagan awoke on the first day of her first spring semester, glad she didn’t have class until 10. Lila was across the small dorm room from her, rushing to get ready for her 9am. Reagan was enjoying college so far. She had made some friends in class, got invited to parties, and occasionally hooked up with a boy named Ryan. So far, she had kept her promise to herself that she wouldn’t gain the freshman 15, although she did overindulge a bit over Christmas break and she was feeling a tiny bit softer than she would have preferred. A couple intense workouts should bring her back to where she wanted to be, though.

She watched Lila struggle to button her jeans. “Goddammit! I ate so fucking much while I was home for break. All I did was lay around.” It showed, honestly. Reagan had noticed that Lila had definitely gained some weight during their first semester, though it wasn’t super noticeable because she was good at dressing in a flattering manner. Plus, she didn’t start by getting a beer belly; she was lucky and gained weight mostly in her butt and hips, giving her just a slightly more dramatic hourglass figure, as well as larger breasts. In the month she was home, Reagan had barely seen her, as Reagan worked retail and also had been on vacation with her family. Watching her attempt to close the button on her size 3 jeans, though, it was obvious Lila was getting a bit of a tummy. She jumped, shimmying into the pants a bit, pulling them up to her more narrow natural waist. Her belly jiggled as she did so, but she sucked it in and was able to fasted the jeans. She relaxed, and a small muffin top formed. Lila looked down at it, annoyed. “Fuck my life. I’m gonna be late.” She threw on a loose sweatshirt, grabbed her books, and bolted out the door.

Reagan got out of bed and peeled off her sweatpants, examining her own body in their mirror. The strings on her thong were cutting into her sides a bit, creating faint love handles. She turned to the side. Her belly was bulging a bit, though not anymore than it would be if she was just bloated. “I’ll just make sure I eat really healthy this week,” she thought. She didn’t wanna be like Lila, barely able to fasten her pants. How embarrassing.

If she was being honest, she was actually a little turned on at the idea of Lila getting chubby. Reagan was pretty, with long dark hair, green eyes, and freckles. Lila, however, gave off more of a sexy vibe, with her naturally curvaceous shape and beachy blond hair. Boys always gave Lila attention, and her first semester gain had only accentuated her best assets. Her boobs were bulging out of her 34D bra by the time it was finals week. Reagan looked down at her more modest B-cups, sighed, and put her oversize tee back on, paired with some yoga leggings.

Two months later, the weather was warming up and Reagan and Lila were at their first outdoor party of the year. By only 10pm, Lila had already had 2 beers, a shot of tequila, and was nursing a mixed drink. She was wearing a black bodycon dress that Reagan had bought with her sometime in the summer between high school and college, and it was certainly….bodycon. Her curves were in full display, but so was her growing belly. Reagan could not take her eyes off it. Lila was still, all things considered, pretty small. A random person off the street wouldn’t describe her as chubby, but Reagan estimated she had probably put on maybe twenty pounds since the year started. Her thighs used to barely touch, and they had visible muscle tone, but now they were thick and pressed together in the middle. Her butt had lost its muscle tone as well, but remained round. Reagan hadn’t seen her try to wear jeans since the first day of the semester. She knew Lila had chosen the dress because there was no way her shorts were going to fit her. Her upper arms were doughy and her face had filled out, but it honestly suited her, making her features softer and more delicate-looking. Her belly was really more accurately a pooch of fat below her belly button, accompanied by a set of love handles, accentuated by the thong she had to wear under her tight dress.

Reagan was trying to stick to shots with low-calorie chasers, but if she was being honest with herself, she had not lost the few pounds of holiday weight she’d gained and instead had put on several more. She hadn’t weighed herself, and her clothes still fit, but unlike Lila, her weight all went straight to her midsection. It wasn’t quite a potbelly yet, but she had expanded. She was wearing a baggy shirt because she knew she would get bloated from drinking, and that combined with the excess fat she was rapidly accumulating around her midsection was a recipe for some embarrassing party pictures of her to appear.

“Rea! Let’s dance, girl!” yelled Lila, approaching her with two red cups. “What’s in that?” Reagan asked. “It’s rum and coke.” She handed it to her, but Reagan appeared hesitant. “Relax, girly. I know you’re trying to watch your calories or whatever but live a little. We’re underage and it’s free alcohol. Ya take what ya can get, ya know?” Lila said, grabbing Reagan’s hand and dragging her to the makeshift dancefloor. Regan took a few sips. It was good.

The two girls joined the crowd of drunk twentysomethings, jokingly attempting to twerk to the trap beat the DJ was playing. Lila bent Reagan over and pretended to slap her ass. When she stood back up, she could feel the bottom of Lila’s protruding tummy against the small of her back.

To be continued…

Klance + babies:
  • they’re roommates with beanbags as their sofa, a bunkbed, and a new adventure everyday
  • the idea to adopt a baby comes to Lance at 3 in the morning and he hangs upside down over the edge of the top bunk to wake up Keith with this new idea 
    • [Keith] “that’s the worst idea you’ve ever had”
    • [Lance] “her names going to be Juniper Freaking McClain" 
    • "you’re not going to adopt a baby" 
    • "Challenge accepted” “I wasn’t challenging-” “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED" 
  • one morning keith wakes up to Lance struggling to build a crib
  • and strapped on his front is a baby 
    • [Keith] "Ive gotta be hallucinating" 
    • [Lance]oh this is very much real my child, believe“ 
    • “my body rejects it, what are we even going to do lance, raise her into adulthood?”
    • “Oh! nonono, I didn’t adopt a baby, this is my niece and we’re going to be taking care of her while my sister is out of town, isn’t she cute?!?! I’m still referring to her as Juniper Freaking McClain by the way”
    • “I..”
    • “I KNOW RIGHT but you know what’s cuter than one baby”
      • he jumps and spins to reveal another baby girl strapped on his back
        • booyah! two babies! embrace it Keith this is our reality now" 
        • "what’s her name" 
        • "would you also like to give her a fake name" 
        • constant. Short for Constantine. But constant danger kogane is her name.“
        •  ”Wow quick response you’ve been thinking about that for awhile now haven’t you,“ Lance smirks but internally he’s frowning bc damnthatssobadasswhydidntithinkofitfirst 
  • And so silliness ensues 
  • they accidentally teach them the swear word "fucktruck” and they panic and try to get them to stop cursing by yelling FIRETRUCK NO WE SAID FIRETRUCK over and over as their poor neighbors wonder why they’ve been yelling the word firetruck for nearly an hour now
    • ever since then whenever they’d bicker they’d have to resort to calling each other names like 
      • “useless old squeaky grocery cart” “nasty itchy raggedy sweater” “expired coupon" “live action version of A:TLA” “okay that one actually stung” “it hurt me too”
  • but some days will be so tiring, they’d just crash on their bean bags and fall asleep with constant and juniper between them
  • or whenever they’re asleep in their crib in another room and one starts crying, Keith will wake up, rub the sleep from his eyes and wearily sigh, "I’ll get her" 
  • and when he comes back, lance is half asleep/half awake when he softly smiles and says:
    • “you know… you’re actually good with babies.. when I’m married I’m hiring you to take care of my babies when I’m out of town” 
    • and Keith just agrees in a laugh that’s just as soft as Lance’s smile
    • "We’ll be each other’s babysitter guy." 

except instead, they hire their friends to be the babysitters, because they marry each other and start a new family by adopting their own children. 


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Member - Hoseok x reader

Genre - Angst, Fluff, Implied smut

Word count - 5.5K

Summary - On the occasion of your best friends wedding and high school reunion, you happened to meet once again, one of the richest heirs of the country, famous fuckboy Jung Hoseok.

While the world saw him as a cocky arrogant person and you, as a confident, strong woman, only the two of you knew the scars that were hidden, and things you both were unable to fix.

Only the two of you could see right through each others facade.

But could you and Hoseok finally break the gyves holding you back? Or were you the ones who shackled each other in the first place?

[A/N] - forgive me for the errors oops. I shall edit it in about a weeks time.

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Winter 2010

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Jimin’s lipbite + Jimin holding onto Hoseok’s hand on his waist + Jimin’s disappointed face when Hoseok leaves = ASDFGHJKKJHGFDSASDFGHJKLKJHG

More Practicing Tips

Hey guys! If any of you are having trouble maintaining a consistent practice schedule, this troubleshooting guide might help. None of these are guaranteed to work, and it’ll probably take a combination. Of course nothing is going to help much if you’re not prepared to put in the time and effort. Feel free to share for your musical friends, and if you’ve got other tips or tricks send em my way!

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CrossFit 7/28 & 7/29/2017


Strength: Deadlifts

1x8 83#, 1x8 123#, 1x5 153#, 1x8 173#, 1x8 193#, 1x8 203#

Blegh. 8s are too many reps.


6 rounds, not for time:

  • Sled push (high/low)
  • 30 double unders
  • 10 push-ups

Sled weights were 70#, 90#, 110#, 130#, 150#, and 170#.

7/29/2017 Last workout at PSCF 😭😭😭

Strength: Press + push press + push jerk complex

2x2+2+2 33#, 1x2+2+2 53#, 1x2+2+2 63#, 1x2+2+2 73#, 1x2+2+2 75.5#, 1x2+2+2 78#


  • 6 minute AMRAP:
    • 3 hang power cleans (93#), 3 burpees over-the-bar
    • 6 HPC, 6 burpees over-the-bar
    • 9 HPC, 9 burpees over-the-bar
    • Continue adding 3 reps per exercise per round until time is up
  • 3 minute rest
  • Then, repeat!

I did a total of 143 reps Rx, 74 on the first AMRAP and 69 on the second, into the round of 15 cleans each time. I shredded the skin on my pinky (?) and was forcibly reminded of how much I hate hang power cleans.

On another note, this was my very last workout at my first and favorite gym. It’s kind of hard to express exactly how much they changed my life. When I walked in a little over two years ago, I had never been in a gym in my life, and I was fucking terrified. I have grown so much as a person there, both physically and mentally. They introduced my to my favorite hobby, and helped me be more confident and bad ass. Best people, best coaches, and I’m going to miss them all terribly.