So, the doctor last week said I should use a nose spray for two weeks before switching to antibiotics, but I felt like such crap by Saturday evening that I said fuck it and started taking antibiotics. THEY ARE MAGIC.
a) I am realizing how much I let fall by the wayside in the past MONTH, sorry EVERYONE WHO EMAILED ME and anyone who asked me even a slightly detailed question in asks
b) I am back at work and expected to be a competent human being especially since half the team is now out sick (probably my fault). Also one of our newest analysts is very sweet and has imprinted on me just a little – I am her preferred question-answerer, I think – which is fine except for how I gotta know answers and stuff.
And one of the highest-up guys in our company – who I used to smartass around with because I didn’t know he was one of the highest up guys in our company – emailed me today like I NEED. A THING. PLEASE. NOW. HELP. and I, having realized Who Exactly He Is, made tiny mental screams of terror while procuring the thing.
How oh how is it April tomorrow? I still have a very clear moment in my memory from when I was a kid, and my mom saying “in the year 2000,″ and I was all like “no way, that’s the future!” And now here we are, well into the future.
March flew by, as has 2017 so far. Here are some of the highlights for me from March 2017.
16 ⇨ The number of times I worked out this month
Which, considering there were 31 days in March, means I worked out 51% of the days. Truthfully it feels like way more than that (any day I go to CrossFit and/or a run is still a big, big, BIG deal, ha), but I’m still happy with this number (especially when I hardly worked our a mere few months ago). I’m also really trying to focus on balance; by this I mean not go to the gym six or seven times a week, but rather something normal and consistent. For example I missed CrossFit last night to hangout with colleagues in town from Toronto, and as I type this I feel sick (cold) so I’m skipping it… balance!
5 ⇨ The kilometers I ran this month (okay, so I went on one run, but it was a great run through downtown Detroit).
I definitely had a holy crap I’m running through Detroit!!!!! moment on my run. It’s absolutely amazing the wonderful twists and turns life throws; WHO WOULD HAVE GUESS I’D EVER RUN THROUGH DETROIT?!
Here some bright n’ fun wall graffiti murals I saw on my run.
6 ⇨The number of white roses I received.
They’re pretty, eh? Along with this theme, and to throw another number into this post; 8. Eight is the number of dates I had with 1 guy. I don’t really know what I’m doing or why, but it’s new and fun and for lack of a better way of saying it, a very adult “relationship.” (In quotes because hey oh, it’s not that serious yet.)
I get dressed up in high heels and red lipstick, and we eat at beautiful restaurants, and walk around the Detroit Institute of Art. He brings me roses(!) and candy and cooks for me. He opens doors and kisses my forehead and holds my hand. It’s all very movie-ish right now; including me taking to my blog to write about it. He’s a Doctor, which is interesting to hear about; both his everyday and the American health care system.
I’m currently feeling very Sex and the City like though; dating at 32 and enjoying the city a lot!
68 ⇨ The percent of income I saved
68% is a bit misleading; I received a bonus this month for my rotation in Detroit, so my income is inflated this month. And to be transparent I get a lot of perks living in Detroit (car is paid for, allowance, etc.) so I advise to not compare your budget numbers to the ones below!
Remember when I did that do-not-buy-things challenge for myself for the first month of January 2015? well I still think it was the best thing I’ve ever done for myself; it completely broke my habit of buying clutter and things, and triggered my savings; I’d still highly recommend it.
0 ⇨ the number of books I finished
Ughhhh. This was a bad reading month. I finished a book last month, and don’t have a new one; suggestions are welcome!
5 ⇨ the number of Big Little Lies I watched (it’s, so, so good)
Have you watched it yet? Get, on, it. It’s a short series (5 episodes total) with Nicole Kidman and Reece Witherspoon and oh.my. it’s binge TV heaven.
2.4 ⇨ the number of pounds I lost
Boooohiss as 2.4 pounds seems very little for a month of eating really relatively well and working out.
That being said, my clothes are fitting SO MUCH BETTER. So much so, let me add a self indulgent outfit collage below. I really need to start looking at the camera and/or not parting my hair to one side, but let’s ignore those two factors for a hot second, because I am feeling pret-ty good in my own skin lately. My bum is looking great (for me) if I do say so myself (s.q.u.a.t.s.), and I took a nap in my jeans the other day. I repeat. I TOOK A NAP IN MY JEANS (#youknowyourelosingweightwhen).
3 ⇨ the age Lily turned in March
On March 14th, my beautiful niece, Lily, turned THREE! Obviously I headed back to Toronto to help her celebrate her ladybug themed birthday! The night before my sister and I put together ladybug loot bags, and prepared everything for her big day. She played with her friends, blew out her candles, opened presents, and celebrated the milestone with a consistent smile on her face.
That evening her dad asked her, “Lily, what was your favourite part of today?” and she replied, “Seeing Olivia and Adele and Mason and Audrey and Auntie and Grandpa…” and the list went on! It was so cute.
1,800 ⇨ the calories I aim to hit each month
I hit over 55 days on My Fitness Pal counting calories. True, March wasn’t the most perfect month; I’d often start recording breakfast and lunch and then forget / not bother at dinner time, but still, I tried and didn’t drop off. As I type this I hope to stay consistent in the month of April.
4 ⇨ the number of times I went to the Detroit Institute of Art
I’m not sure why I enjoy the D.I.A. so much or why I put so much effort into heading to their exhibits; but I absolutely love it! I live very close too, so sometimes I walk there and then stroll around for an hour or two, or sit in their cafe and listen to the harp man play. It’s all very adulty of me, or at least I feel that, and a nudge to embrace the art in Toronto when I’m back, as I hardly ever went to the Royal Ontario Museum (ROM) downtown, or Art Gallery of Ontario (AGO) when I lived really close to them too!
8 ⇨ The number of new restaurants I went to this month
Okay, I actually have no idea how many new spots I went to in March, but I’ve been exploring the restaurants in Detroit, and have been so impressed. Here’s the link to my Detroit Google Map (I’ve been to the red restaurants, and still want to go to the brown ones!)
213 ⇨ The days till Courtney’s wedding!
On the day of Lily’s birthday party I was triple booked! In the morning I zoomed to the west end of the city to meet the Bride-to-be Courtney, and her other beautiful bridesmaid to choose dresses!
And with that, that’s a happy summary of my life in Detroit. I started this post on April 30, and today it’s April 5, which shows how BUSY life has been!
I’m slowly making friends and settling in and really enjoying the Detroit life. I’m still waiting to hear from work whether my stay here will continue on throughout the summer or not, but I’m really hoping it does; especially as I have so many Northern Michigan to-dos! We shall see :)
Warnings: Werewolves behaving like children, fighting and violence
Summary: You get caught in the middle of one of the pack’s arguments.
hear them arguing all the way up Sam’s driveway. Paul’s voice was especially
loud above the other, and you stopped to listen to him as you reached the door.
saying, that’s a load of crap! I could take any of you in a fight!”
sighed, irritated. The pack had been fighting over this for at least a week
now, and it was starting to get on your last nerve. No one apart from them
really cared about who would beat who if it came to a fight.
was Jacob’s voice, and you could almost hear his grin. “Whatever you wanna
believe, Lahote.” Someone, you assumed it was Paul, gave a low growl in
Hi its me again, last ask I promise >.< could I get a hc for Zen and 707 react to a tomboy MC? Like she loves being adventurous, gaming, running, rugby,football but also has a burning passion for English literature and loves cute animals. She also rarely wears dress unless they are gothic or have some sort of gothic/victorian look to it. And doesn't really like the colour pink as it makes her look younger than she is. But she is still there MC despite her personality and fashion choice.
* this boy is diggin it
* especially if you have short hair bc just ugh yes
* Work out couple ftw
* You’re major tough one minute then you whisper Shakespeare in his ear and he’s in heaven
* Just !!!!!!
* What a gal!!!!!!
* Would totally be up for sports days
* Just loves the whole vibe in general
* Crackin open a beer after a long day
* You’re like one of the guys!
* Except he also makes out with you
* (does zen is gay?)
* And if the media tries to give you crap he will fight them
* ALL THE TIME
* he got you guys matching overalls????
* calls you nick names all the time
* “Hey Huck Finn!” “Get over here Scout Finch” etc.
* Love’s getting dirty
* The house is always covered in mud
* even if you haven’t left it in days???? There’s mud
* FOOD EATING CONTEST
* He’s salty bc you beat him in a pie eating contest when he was only 10 seconds behind
* Cute, confusing couple
* But v iconic
Characters: Jody Mills, Winchester!sister!reader, Winchester brothers, Alex Jones, Bobby Singer (mentioned)
Summary: You’re spending a few days at Jody’s, who is a mother figure to you who you look to. But things doesn’t go as planned, because there’s things - well people - that you hadn’t even thought of.
A/N: I’m only on season 10 so far (I’m working on it) so I don’t know if there might be a similar scenario in the actual show, and I don’t know the character Alex Jones to well either. This idea just kinda popped into my head, and I used her for it. It might not agree with how she is in the show, but then again, there a lot of different versions of John Winchester, for example, in fanfics, so hopefully I’ll be good. That’s my little ramble, enjoy! Oh, reader is about 19, maybe. I’m guessing Alex is about 17 or so.
You sit behind your older brothers in the backseat of the Impala. The Impala slightly careens as Dean pulls up onto the small, gravel road that leads up a hill, towards Jody’s house. Just like you all had been close to Bobby, especially your brothers, you are close to the female sheriff. Jody’s been through a lot of crap, and even despite that, she manages to keep a light hearted yet tough attitude, and she accepts everyone. And you adored that about her.
You grow more and more excited as the car rolls closer and closer to the house. You’ve been looking forward to this the last couple of days. Sam and Dean are going on a hunt a couple of states over, so they thought you could sit this one out and stay with Jody for a few days, knowing how close you two were. And you had been more than happy with that plan.
You spot Jody waiting by the porch, but then you see her. A girl. It’s that Alex, the one that your brothers and Jody rescued a while pack. It was a hunt you weren’t part of, but they had told you about her. You had forgotten it, though. And now, you feel the excitement fade just a little bit once you realize that Jody’s isn’t all yours for these days. Selfish, yes, but true.
Apparently, you guys think every chapter with a cliffhanger is the ending for this story. Do you really think me that cruel? Actually, don’t answer that. I know for a fact that I love writing tragic endings. However don’t worry this one will make you all happy again. I owe apologies to @arabella-loves-coffee, @gilgamesh-in-a-dress, and @vastudent3 for the heartache I apparently caused (especially you Cat, sorry about the make-up). But otherwise, enjoy!
Prompt: OMG, please tell me" I “didn’t died! And Loki stood there for "me” and actually confront his feelings and trying to accept them… Ok that’s it, I love you despite the fact you broke my heart…
Holy crap, that Plague fic was literally the best MCU thing I have read in a long long time! I just wanted you to know!
You didn’t know what death was supposed to feel like. All
the songs and movies say that it’s peaceful and calm, like falling asleep, but
you were certain that you shouldn’t be conscious enough to contemplate it.
The bright white had become a sudden dark. White was now
black and the sky was no longer singing. Instead you heard a faint dripping – blip… blip… blip… – accompanied by a
crackling that seemed to echo and resonate around you. In a surge of courage
and hope, you peeled your eyes apart and stared upwards. The ceiling was grey
and brown all at once, contoured in the strangest of ways and decorated with
moving shadows, black creatures that scurried across the russet landscape. They
were rocks. The ceiling was made of rocks. A cave?
Part II has FINALLY arrived!! It’s currently 3:30 AM, and I didn’t start the second half of this until midnight tonight, so honestly my brain is a little fuzzled right now and it’s totally possible that this is a piece of crap. With that in mind, I’d be very grateful for all feedback from you all, especially since I know a lot of you were anticipating this second part for so long! Happy reading!!
She had made it two months. Two months without sleeping with him, or kissing him, or even flirting with her roommate. Well maybe that last one wasn’t true since it seemed that every time Rhysand looked at Feyre, it was flirtatious, and Feyre couldn’t help but match exactly what he sent her way. But for the most part, she had stayed away.
To be fair, he was usually working if he wasn’t in his classes, but even then Feyre made sure to stay out of her apartment as much as possible. Doing homework in libraries, eating out instead of ordering in or cooking, and generally spending all of her free time in common spaces on campus instead of back home. And especially in the libraries that were on the other side of campus from the graduate school.
Her plan had worked for the most part. Of course, it was hard to avoid her roommate when they shared a bathroom, but Feyre had done her best to forget the incidents where she had walked in to use the toilet, forgetting that this was not Mor she was walking in on, and saw him standing there in a towel, wet and shirtless and much too beautiful for Feyre’s liking.
Her blushing and muttering and backing out of the room, only to stumble into the doorjamb, had not helped her case at all. And the haughty smirk he wore as she did her best not to admire his sculpted chest, the tattoos swirled across it, and those V-shaped muscles above his hips had not alleviated any of the redness in her face.
Besides those few times, their interactions had been mostly polite greetings in the morning or evening before one of them was either headed out the door or to bed. Occasionally, Feyre would find herself sitting on the couch next to him comfortably, chatting about their days and thoughts, but always made herself get up and walk away sooner than she would have wanted to.
Thoughts on: the lack of "the kissing scene" in rouge one
I’m so happy that “the kissing scene” in missing in the rouge one. This formula: main protagonists fighting with each-other, develop crush and HAVE TO kiss/bang on screen is so primitive. The movie would feel like the biggest crap from 2001 and I, without doubt, wouldn’t ship rebelcaptain.
BUT I’m glad we’re past this lazy writing era, and the only thing we get is the last hug. The rest, is just their attitude towards each-other that lets you interpretate their relations your own way. This is refreshing.
I decided that they absolutely belong with each-other. The last hug was so much more meaningful than any other, even and especially, forced kiss/bang scene would be. Last hug broke my imperial heart and made me ship rebelcaptain forever.
I don't usually message people like this (in fear of sounding like a creep), but I just wanted to say that your drawings of Sans is the anchor that grounds me whenever I have difficulties drawing him. Not to say I'm trying to steal your style, but you're the muse and inspiration of what I imagine Sans looks like. So, thank you! And please keep drawing! ; -- ;
Boy, it sure was nice of sans to STAND in for me, eh? EH????
terrible jokes aside, i was this close to hoarding this ask. why? because it’s possibly one of the most flattering messages i’ve ever gotten regarding my undertale art. heck, i think i’m gonna print it out and frame it, so i can place it on my desk and look upon it lovingly, because holy shit, it’s just that sweet???
especially coming from you, like holy crap, i’ve been following your work for YEARS (since your DA days) and you’ve been one of my inspirations, the last thing i expected was this message. so to find your ask telling me that i’m your sans muse, well…gosh darnit, it just fills me with determination! (and tears of joy)
nyu, it means the world to me that you (and other folks) enjoy how i draw this silly bag of bones. and by all means, feel free to emulate how i draw him, if you want, i wouldn’t mind one bit! jsyk i absolutely LOVE how you draw sans, he is so cute in your style! tbh your ut art in general is amazing, and your king papyrus comic made me cry, like damn, son, i was not ready lmao
so thank YOU so much, and same to you! please keep drawing, because i always enjoy seeing your art on my dash! ヽ(*´∀`*)ﾉ
my finnish ass loves how realistic skam feels to me bc they are not saying 'i love you' to everyone all the time like i don't even remember when was the last time i told my mom or my friends i love them bc they just know it without telling them every day and i feel like especially my american friends don't understand this
moi söpö! :D I had completely ignored your ask I’m so sorry! I think it’s really interesting how cultures differ on this! I’m in a bicultural relationship so I’ve been thinking about these things a lot, how culture affects our expectations and communication. like, one time my boyfriend asked me if he could throw away some crap that I had left at his place, and being a finn I took that as a yes or no question and said yes you can throw it away, but my boyfriend got really offended by my reply and demanded a better one and I was all wtf mate I just said yes what else do you want from me, I literally gave you the information you wanted. turns out I was supposed to reply could you please throw it a way for me because it wasn’t a question at all, it was a subtle japanese hint. I assume there might be similar misunderstandings about the frequency of I love yous if I were dating an american instead!
A/N: An anon request where the reader and Spencer work together, and the reader is the kind of person who teases others in a friendly manner. But sometimes people can say things that hurt others, even when they don’t mean, and the reader hurts Spencer’s feelings. I couldn’t be too mean to Spencer, so I went with something tame-ish. Being made fun of myself makes me not want to do it to my babies. lol :) @coveofmemories
“Hey, shorty,” you said to Garcia as you walked off the elevator into the BAU.
She responded by sticking her tongue out at you, “Hey, Y/N, I’m not short today, I have four inch heels on!”
“That’s true,” you replied, walking toward one of the your best friends in the whole world, “but without them, I can rest my head on top of yours, like this.” As you got up on your tiptoes and rested your chin on her head, she just cut her eyes at you. Good thing you’d been working there long enough for people to understand your sense of humor.
Morgan walked by and poked you in the side - something he had started to do to combat your teasing. It always riled you up and he laughed every time he did it. “Gotcha, Y/N,” he said, before running away from your retaliation. You had a little something you tended to do or say to tease your teammates - with all of your friends, really. Except Hotch. You didn’t dare make fun of Hotch.
You were to tired to run after him. Caffeine was of the utmost importance. “Morgan, I swear to god, if you do that again, especially when I haven’t had my coffee yet, I’m going to have to kill you.”
“I dare you, small fry,” he laughed, before handing you a cup of coffee to fix for yourself.
As you mixed in half and half and three packets of sweetener, Spencer walked up, excited to have finally finished what was considered one of the most difficult New York Times crossword puzzles of recent memory; he could normally finish them in minutes, but this one had quite a few clues that stumped him. He’d been trying to finish it on his downtime for weeks.
“I finally finished the crossword,” he said with a smile on his face. It was cute how nerdy he was, but you’d never tell him that. “It took me weeks to figure out it all out, but I finally got it,” he said, pumping his fists and leaning back on his feet. “Two down was killing me, but by process of elimination I found out the answer was Prince Xizor.” He was so proud of himself.
“Huh?” You and Morgan said simultaneously. It was too early and you hadn’t had enough coffee to know what the hell he was talking about.
“The clue was ‘This lizard-skinned head of the Black Sun criminal syndicate was added to Star Wars canon in 1996 and removed in 2014. And the answer was Prince Xizor, he was the leader of the syndicate in Shadows of the Empire the novel, comic book and video game, but I’m really more of a Star Trek guy, so it took me forever to figure out the answer. I only know maybe 50% of the Star Wars Universe. Apparently I need to brush up on my trivia,” he prattled, winded from his geeky tirade.
You were definitely a geek, but in other areas, and you couldn’t understand a word he was saying. “Oh, man, Spence, you are really the biggest fucking geek I know,” you deadpanned. With that, you clapped him on the shoulder, downed your cup of coffee and refilled it, heading to your desk to start the day.
For the past couple of days, Spencer had been really curt with you and you didn’t know why.
Is he mad at me? What did I do?
No matter what you said or did, he turned away. He’d barely said a word to you in the past two-to-three days. It wasn’t like him. He and Penelope were your best friends in the world and you thought they felt the same.
Three days without talking to your best friend was driving you crazy, so considering you were the last two to leave the office, you cornered him at his car to ask him what the hell his problem was.
“Spence,” you called out, watching as he picked up his pace to get to his car, attempting to ignore you. “Spencer! Stop!”
Angrily, he turned around and screamed, “What?”
You jumped back. He never yelled, especially at you. “Spencer, what’s wrong? Why are you mad at me? What did I do?”
“Nothing, Y/N,” he insisted, “nothing at all.” He turned to walk toward his car again and you ran after him, grabbing his wrist and spinning him around to face you.
“It’s obviously not nothing. Now, I don’t know what I did, but I can’t apologize or change anything if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!”
His rubbed both of his temples and spoke, mimicking your voice. “Oh, man, Spence, you are really the biggest fucking geek I know. Does that not sound familiar?”
“Spence, I-I..” you stuttered, realizing you’d hurt his feelings. Granted, you weren’t normally that harsh with him, you tended to keep it low key. “I joke with everybody. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Well you did,” he said, uncrossing his arms and sighing, “I used to get that kind of crap all the time when I was a kid, so hearing it from you of all people, especially with the tone you used the other day, a mix of exasperation and disdain, it hurt.”
He’d told you about his troubles in school, but considering you did this type of thing with everybody, you missed the connection. “Spencer, I-I’m so sorry. You’re the last person in the world I want to hurt. Your geekiness is one of the things I love about you.” You looked down at your feet, blushing at what you were about to admit. “I’m really sorry. I’ll never say anything like that again if you don’t want me to. I just don’t want to lose you. I don’t know what I’d do…”
When you looked back up, his face had softened, seemingly accepting your apology. “I forgive you,” he said, “I don’t mind a joking ‘dork’ every now-and-then, but what you said and how you said it was just a bit too much. Maybe I’m too sensitive, but…”
“No,” you blurted, “if I hurt you, I hurt you. I don’t get to decide why or how it’s okay or not okay. I’ll never say anything like that again. I promise.” You hoped that you got your sincerity across well enough.
“Okay,” he said, the corners of his mouth forming a smile once more. “But what did you mean I’m the last person you’d want to hurt? Why me?”
“Spence, isn’t it obvious?” you asked, wondering how he hadn’t caught on by now. “I tease you more often than anyone else…because…I like you.”
“Me?” he sputtered, “Romantically?” He was stunned at your confession.
You reached out and rubbed his arm, closing the space between you, “Yea. You are a dork, but you’re my dork.”
By the throne! Men! Our regiment has grown significantly! The last time I talked out of RP I was at 120 or thereabouts. This is incredible; I love 40K it’s my favorite hobby alongside entertaining people and making them laugh. This is the perfect mix of my fun, and making you all laugh too. I’m so glad you all like my crap! I plan to keep going and not stop with this thing so keep the asks & RP’s coming, I love them all! 40K truly has one of the best communities out there, and I’m happy and humble to be apart of it especially in this small way.
So with all that, what do you want? Any requests?
“I don’t like this at all,” Forrest mumbles as he grips the hem of his freshly tailored shirt. His eyes shift from Siegbert, who fumbles around with a bow and arrow to Kiragi as he twirls an arrow between his fingers. “Can’t we do something else?”
Kiragi snorts. “No way! We did your silly –”
“It’s not silly!” Forrest cuts in.
“…Not silly game of ultimate seamstress last time, and of course you won!”
Siegbert smiles. “Not very gracious losers, are you?”
So far the reasons behind this have been: Because Erik is totally incapable of love on any level. And Raoul is so straight that any queer headcanons about him are despicable affronts. Did I mention that Erik is unworthy of human affection from anyone, especially Raoul? And he’s not gay.
And even though this isn’t my main ship, I have just one thing to say in ErikxRaoul’s defense. Just one lil’ thing:
The Chinese didn’t give a crap.
Song At Midnight
The Phantom Lover (SoM remake)
The Phantom Lover (drama remake)
Christine is a man and Raoul is the woman. Raoul is in love with Erik’s character. In the last 2 remakes, they live happily ever after. BAM.
I’m lowkey praying that because last time the OUAT season finale was on mother’s day and was absolutely amazing… Aka the Captain Swan Movie… That this one is equally, if not more amazing for us. I want a happy ending for my babies, Emma and Killian, Snow and Charming, Rumbelle and Zelena. I want a great story for them. Especially since this is the lady we’ll see of them (except hook). Like, Adam and Eddy, this is your chance to amend for the crap you’ve spewed out recently and for these characters to be happy and for the fans to reach a happy conclusion.
It has been a very, very long few weeks for Derek and Gabi. Between Derek having a new pack to worry about, one that was full of very needy teenagers none the less, and Gabi having to deal with school, her part time job, and whatever crap Derek brought to their date nights, it was a little stressful between the two. Granted she loved hearing about his day, but she wasn’t too fond of always talking about pack related things on their date nights, the nights they had set aside for just them to be a normal couple. Derek had already canceled the last few months on date night and Gabi had been more than patient with him, especially when she knew there was always something supernatural lurking in the shadows of Beacon Hills, but tonight was her night. Gabi was going to get her date come hell or high water.
She had texted him earlier that morning to see what time she needed to be ready, he immediately responded with, ‘It’s going to be a late one love, sorry.’ This made her blood boil, the words screaming cancelled to her. She grabbed her phone and quickly sent her response, ‘Derek Hale, I swear to everything good in this world, if you do not pick me up by at least 9 o’clock tonight, I will be the only human notorious for killing an Alpha with her bare hands. See you soon! :)’ She went about her day finishing school, homework, and even showering before she got a response from him.