the right way to make jams

  • 95% of the people cheering at the red carpet will be ARMYs singing every BTS song (The 5 other % are celebrities and reporters)
  • One of BTS’ songs will be playing during the red carpet maybe
  • BTS will arrive being the best-dressed humans ever (VOGUE be shaking and faint asap)
  • BTS hair will make people wishing to have the same haircut and Suga’s hair will be bluer than the clearest sky maybe
  • Everyone in the red carpet will want to interview BTS and start every sentence by “your fans are so passionate/love you guys … ” or “You are very good looking … ” or even “Are you nervous?”. 
  • Namjoon will be answering questions with his dimples. V will for sure do something that is either super funny or very impressive. Jhope will scream something, Jimin I mean Christian will use his new bought impressive accent to kill some people on the way, Jungkook will turn heads and Suga will look soooo done but on the inside, he is just very nervous. Meanwhile, Jin will be making someone somewhere asking for his name. 
  • BTS will get into the venue and everyone will start screaming BTS and the fanchant, be ready to see people turning left and right. 
  • BTS being the polite guys will applaud and cheer for everyone. 
  • If there is a sexy performance be ready to see the whole crowd jamming to the song while our boys being so shaken. 
  • Everyone will think “oh they are so cute” but they will surprise everyone once on stage *cough* their duality *cough*
  • BTS’ expressions when the camera zooms will be priceless. Gif material in every shot. 
  • The cutest part will be knowing that their families and the whole company is there to support them.
  • The whole place will be already screaming to the heavens but if they sing another song I think the whole place will be like hit by a thunder of screams.  
  • Do you know that thing that happens when the camera zooms on BTS and ARMY screams. Well, this will happen too. 
  • BTS will meet Zedd and it will turn so extra
  • All the celebrities will be approaching BTS so be ready for many photos with global celebrities. 
  • We will have people being so confused online asking who is who what is what
  • New memes will be made.
  • BTS will turn Vlive and Namjoon will cut the onions.
  • We will have expectations, but the reality will be even better.
  • If you thought these past few days were crazy, you will see insanity after this night. Let’s hope for the best! 
Touch Prompts

A little while ago, I encountered this post about humans’ need for touch, and it struck me that the list of ways of filling touch needs would make a good set of prompts.

So here’s the list, slightly modified. Send me a prompt and a character or pairing, and I’ll write a little something.

  1. high fives
  2. hugs
  3. pats on the back
  4. shoulder squeezes
  5. massages
  6. piggy back rides
  7. dancing
  8. holding hands
  9. playing footsie
  10. kisses
  11. cuddling
  12. leaning on a shoulder
  13. stroking hair
  14. sitting on someone’s lap
  15. other (make a suggestion)

American Dickwood
This little dick is hard to see because he’s colored like leaf litter. That’s ok, though, because aside from its name, this woodcock is hardly worth mentioning. It’s got a small fat body, short legs, and a big fat head. The eyes are set way too far back, making this bird look extra stupid. Probably so it can see while it has its weird flexible bill jammed into the ground right up to its face trying to find worms. Color: dirt 

Fact: The American woodcock is colloquially referred to as a “timberdoodle”. People also call it a “bogsucker”, “mudsnipe”, or “Labrador steamer”. Nobody respects this bird.

The Origin of the Bittle-Zimmermann Cruel Jam Empire (Another Non-NHL!Jack fic)

[Sequel to this fic]

CW: FOOD, mentions of real people

“Alright, so I got so stressed out about the exam I had today that I made a couple things of jam,” Bittle said as he swept into Jack’s apartment. He’d had his own key since Jack had gotten the place, and he abused that privilege on an almost daily basis. If it had been anyone else, Jack would have regretted living so close to campus.

“What’s ‘a couple?’” Jack asked without looking up from his laptop.

Bittle huffed and set a box down on Jack’s table with a small thud. “I plead the fifth,” he said, hand on his hip.

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SHORT FICS REC | -15k words fics, all tropes
manip | other recs | rec page 

strangers to lovers:

‘Til I Tasted You, 14k
if i had the chance, the things i would do to you, 14k
Hold My Heart, 14k
Hit the Heartbrakes, 13k
Just a Fine and Fancy Ramble, 13k
i think that possibly maybe i’m falling for you, 11k
Right Side of the Wrong Bed, 10k
All the Lines We Cast Will Bring Us Home, 10k
Ever Since, 10k
Nothin’ I Would Rather Do, 9k
there was a reason i collided into you, 9k
Down the Field, 9k
Spin Me Like A Record, 8k
Second Time’s the Charm, 8k
i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam, 8k
Like A Crow on A Wire, 7k
The Way You Make me Feel, It’s Real, 7k
Tesco, 6k
Cake Sword, 6k
Ain’t My Fault, 6k
I made a map of your stars, 5k
You Spin Me Right Round, 4k
Puzzle Pieces, You and Me, 4k
In This Light, 4k
What more can I do?, 4k
my song has not been sung, 2k
Check Please, 2k
cause you cut through all the noise, 1k
Push And Pull Like Magnets Do, 1k   

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First Meeting With Them: EXO



Right at the first sight you could see the arrogance oozing out of him, the devilish smirk on his handsome, round face as he approached you so you could scan the horde of clothes his partner had chosen to buy. He had a girlfriend, someone he already dated, and yet here he was, outright flirting with you in the cockiest manner you had ever seen. It made you sick to the gut and wish you’ve never met him.


When you first JunMyeon, you were fascinated and speechless at his ethereal beauty. He did not look human at all, with his perfect brows, perfect lips and spotless skin. Like a Fae, someone not of this world, someone you wanted to be with and someone who drew you in so much you thought it abnormal. He looked so good, so innocent and honest. and yet you could still see it- barely a small glimmer compared to his outer shine, but you knew right from your first glance at him, this man was hiding such darkness inside of himself that it would make him one of the most dangerous men you even met.


Usually quiet and away from this planet, even between his group of alliances, he was the first to initiate a conversation with you, your secret charm somehow enchanting him in a wonderful bliss of colours and music where you danced and spoke. He wanted to know you, not caring over the fact that you seemingly already had a male at your side- that was not the problem, and easy to dispose of, anyway.


The first meeting with BaekHyun had been a memorable one, indeed, since the argument you two had attracted a crowd and it was a nasty battle of nastier words thrown at each other, which brought you two closer and closer and closer until you could feel his breath on your face as he glowered at you from where he stood, his chest huffing and puffing until a smile broke that wrath and he invited you for a dinner. From the sudden question you yelled `yes` and stormed off, however, the smirk he bore on his lips as you turned your back on him had not been one of an innocent man.


Smart and cunning, your first meeting with this man would be like any other. He was not one to flaunt his background information and occupation with open arms to anyone who asked, so at first you thought he was a simple business man, seeing him in his spotless suit- though you knew something was wrong. Be it from his little smirk, or from the way his eyes nearly split into slits as he sat and stared at you.


His height being intimidating, your eyes had lowered the first time you saw him, knees wobbling in terror as your eyes glanced at his shoes, a spot of crispy red at the tip of them. You wanted to get away, but your instincts were too slow for that game of survival, since ChanYeol had been a professional in his line of work. He saw where your eyes darted and cursed under his breath, extending his hand onto your shoulder and leaning down to whisper into your ear to stop moving if you treasured your life.


He knew right from the moment he laid his owlish eyes on you that he wanted you. In what way, he didn’t figure out until the second meeting, and so he blamed it all on his arousal upon seeing you, on his sense of a hunt since you seemed like a decent prey. All that mattered was the fact that he wanted you, you, and only you. All for himself. And he would make sure that he got what he wanted not minding all human reasons.


A small smirk upon his handsome face as you two met in the most cliche way possible- in some jam-packed bus where you had to press yourself into some corner, and he stood there, towering over you as you had felt, with his hands on each side of your head. You didn’t see his face, your back to him, but you certainly felt him, pressed snugly against you and his breath on your neck.


You didn’t actually know when your first meeting occurred since he had claimed tat he was in the street, window-shopping with his friends, when he saw you on that beautiful, sunny day. Everything escalated quickly from there, him seeking you out and terrorizing you with calls and messages, wanting to meet face to face and get to know you. You were stupid enough to agree to one meeting in hopes of stopping him from appearing everywhere where you were. And now you saw him day and night as he had you locked up in his little cell.


“I was telling all of the girls at our brunch on Sunday that whenever I feel like I can’t do something that needs to be done or whenever I let certain insecurities about my body or the way I look overtake what I KNOW to be true about me, I watch my old dancing with the stars videos! I know that may sound stupid or maybe conceited 😳 but honestly, it was one of the hardest yet rewarding things I have ever done in my life. The body type that this world refuses to accept actually won a competition using this same body. People watched, enjoyed, and actually VOTED! I still to this day can’t believe I did it. So I had a hard week last week and the girls wanted to watch the videos on sunday and I just smiled, and I came home tonight and I thought 💭 why do I have to live in the past to get that feeling 💭?!? Dancing makes me so happy, so why not just dance whenever you feel down?!? So tonight, I DID! I put on my fave jam right now “Distance” by Omarion and I danced until my legs gave out 😂 I don’t care that it may look silly or off, I just got my life celebrating and using this body to make myself happy. I wanted to share the video and that moment with you to encourage all of you to do the same. So many of you tell me that me just being me encourages you. Well, I want you to know I have mountaintops and valleys but I am always climbing and making my way through life with as much joy as I can create! I challenge you guys to do the same! Turn on a song and just dance or sing or do something to celebrate YOU this week! Something positive that makes you happy or makes you feel beautiful! Tag me in it if you like 💜 ok time to ice my knees now, I think I got ahead of myself trying to drop it low goodnight y'all”

Everything: Draco x Reader

Originally posted by strongerbloger

You’d been freezing Draco out for three days now, after several shitty run-ins with him that left you in tears in your dormitory. It wasn’t always easy being the Prince of Slytherin’s best friend, but it certainly didn’t become any easier when he started disappearing for unexplainable stretches of time. He’d be sitting across from you at breakfast, and then the next minute, he’d vanish into thin air.

It was beginning to spark your curiosity, until you rounded a corner on your way to potions on Wednesday morning and laid eyes on Draco making out with Pansy. His hand was right on her hip, jamming her against the brick corridor wall, and her fingers ripped through the platinum blonde locks that haunted your dreams.

It was quite enough of a visual to send any girl back to the Slytherin common room, weeping mascara tears down the sides of both cheeks.

Since then, you zombied through classes and avoided Draco at all costs; although, given that he was your partner in most courses, it wasn’t easy. When spoken to, you answered him in shrugs, sometimes nods, and refused to make eye contact. Every time he brought up one of your inside jokes, you pretended not to hear him. If he laughed, you bit the inside of your cheek and tried not to melt at his smile. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt looking at him - and he had no fucking clue.

It didn’t stop there, though; you also were skipping meals, opting to spend time in the library, where you wouldn’t have to worry about watching Draco cram his tongue down Pansy’s throat.

Blaise had noticed your erratic behavior and asked what was up, but you brushed it off with some halfhearted excuse. “Big tests coming up in herbology, and that’s my worst subject, and, come on, Blaise, you’re being crazy. Don’t worry.” He didn’t buy it, though - kept checking up on you, every twenty minutes, in the library. Each time, he snuck a little food in, too.

And it worked for those few days, hanging out with Blaise and burying your nose in your books. Eventually, though, Draco found you hiding in the library on Saturday morning, after a bulk of your classmates had left to go Hogsmeade. Since Pansy wasn’t in tow, you assumed that’s where she was.

Draco seemed relieved at first, walking over to your table with his typical cocky stride, but the relief quickly dissolved to confusion.

“Oh my lord, love, you haven’t transferred to another school. Blaise assured me that you still attend to Hogwarts, but after having gone so long without seeing you, I was a little skeptical.” Draco set his palms on the edge of the table and leaned in toward you. “Where have you even been recently?”

Hardly glancing up from your herbology textbook, you answered, “Around.”

“Very cryptic,” and he chuckled to himself, as if it was funny. “How come you didn’t go on the trip to Hogsmeade?”

“Afraid you’d be there,” you deadpanned again.

Draco didn’t seem to think you were being serious. “Well, I didn’t go because I didn’t think you were going, and it wouldn’t be any fun without you.”

“Right,” you looked up at him, not blinking. “You would never do anything without telling me.”

“Right,” he nodded, but when he caught your stone-cold expression, the smirk had faded from his lips. “W-what are you talking about?”

“For fuck’s sake, Draco, don’t play dumb. Merlin.”

“Play dumb? What in the name of everything holy am I playing dumb about?”

You looked at him long and hard, trying as best as you could to keep yourself from bursting into tears, before calmly looking away and beginning to collect your things. He kept repeating your name over and over, but it sounded distant; sounded like you were underwater. He didn’t sound like your Draco, he sounded like someone else’s Draco. Pansy’s Draco.

Without uttering another word, you blew past him and sauntered out of the library.

All through the hallways, Draco chased after you. You guys got down to the dungeons and into the common room, before finally, he grabbed ahold of your shoulder and spun you around. His grip pulsated tingles through your skin; you physically had to keep your feet planted into the ground. “What is going on, Y/N? Tell me.”

“Tell you?” You sneered, a bit too loudly. “Tell you. That’s loaded.”

He did look good, though, out of his usual Hogwarts garb - you couldn’t help but admit it. His Slytherin Quidditch jumper clung tight to his chest; his black sweats hung loose enough around his waist that the band of his boxers was visible. That infamous head of hair was parted messily, probably from having drug his hands through it so much. There was a ruby tint to his pale cheeks.

“Tell me, Y/N.”

“Tell you? Tell me, Draco, why isn’t loving you enough?” Your voice leapt from your throat, too fast for you to think twice before announcing your innermost feelings to all of the Slytherin common room. Thank Merlin that your classmates were at Hogsmeade; otherwise, all starstruck eyes would’ve been fixated on you and Draco. “What the bloody hell else must I do?”

Draco’s eyes grew wide, and the rest of his expression was bewildered at best. “Y/N..Y/N, what d-did y-you just s-say?”

Not once, in sixteen years of friendship, had Draco ever stuttered in front of you. It was strange seeing him in such a vulnerable light; but nevertheless, you refused to let that humanize him. You were furious - you could not let him charm his way out of this one.

“Oh, cut the Quirrell act, Draco,” you hissed, now pacing the floor in front of where Draco stood. “You and I both know damn-well that I’ve loved you for a long time; that you’re my first and only love; and that Jesus, Draco, I will always love you. You and that arrogant smile, matched with the warm laugh. You, you, you. I will always love you, but now, you’re going around the Castle shagging Parkinson, so I guess I just need to move on.”

“Y/N..” Draco tried to counter, but the words weren’t coming to him. His mind was an utter abyss, and by some sheer misfortune, he couldn’t concoct a single coherent thought. So blinded by anger with himself, his mind was a maze without a way out. “Y/N.”

“Save it, Draco, we both know actions speak louder tha-”

And before you knew it, your best friend was pressing his body up against yours, running his fingers through your hair and kissing you as hard as he possibly could, square on the mouth. It was horribly wrong and you were treacherously angry, but with those lips, you forgot all about your coherent emotions. All of a sudden, it was like your heart was pumping out his name.

Your hands moved from your sides to his chest, grabbing ahold of his sweatshirt in both fists. Softly, a moan escaped your mouth, to which Draco replied with a groan of his own. The familiarity and gentleness of voice his damn-near brought you to the ground on both of your knees.

Breathing heavily, you pulled back from the kiss and examined your best friend’s face. In the childhood years leading up to Hogwarts, you and him would always lay out on your backs in the lawn of the Malfoy Manor, laughing wildly and talking about what it would be like to finally go to wizarding school.

“You and me are gonna be Slytherins, I just know it. All of my family was sorted into Slytherin, and I’m gonna be the same way. And father says that your whole family was Slytherin, too. Imagine it, Y/N, you and me: the smartest wizard and witch Hogwarts has ever seen.”

As one would expect, there were discrepancies in his face that had changed with time. Of course, he was a cute boy, but by the time third year rolled around, he became more classifiably hot than classifiably cute. This year in particular had aged him, though; his eyes sunk into their sockets a little bit, and he always looked a little washed-out. You knew about the Dark Mark on his inner arm - you had one to match, too. You’d grown old together, in just sixteen years. And looking at him, that close-up, after having just kissed him, made you shudder.

“Why did you pick Pansy? Why couldn’t you have p-picked me?” Your voice snapped like a twig - unannounced tears began to drip from your eyes.

“Y/N,” his tone was low, patient, and remarkably un-Draco, and he extended his arms to a hugging position. “Please don’t cry. C'mere. ’M here.”

You were furious at yourself for kissing him, furious at yourself for crying, furious at yourself for so desperately wanting to accept his hug. “Fuck off, Draco, I-I shouldn’t have-”

“Y/N,” he closed the distance between you two and reached his hand up to your face, swiping away a tear with his thumb. “I don’t want you to cry because of me.”

“Too late,” you whispered.


“Why Pansy?”

“I don’t want to talk about her, Y/N.”

“But I do, Draco-”

“No, you don’t, Y/N. Forget about her.”

“She’s your fucking girlfriend, Draco.”

His pale, quivering face was pressed so close to yours, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek.

“I don’t want to do this here, Y/N - not in the common room. Let’s go back to the dorm. Your dorm, my dorm, either dorm, just away. Away from here. By ourselves.”

Deep down, you were still red-angry at him, but he was Draco. Irresistible, charming, and so goddamn homey, it disgusted you. You could never ever, in a million eons, turn your back on him - even if he did choose Pansy over you. Best friends didn’t give up on one another.

“Okay.” You murmured.

“Yours or mine?” He mumbled back.


Without skipping a beat, he laced his left hand through your right, then began to guide you up the steps. It wasn’t the first time that you were in his room, but it was the first time, obviously, that you were in his room after having kissed him. It felt a little out of place, but not necessarily uncomfortable. Just different; just new.

“You wanna sit down?” He spoke so softly, you could hardly hear him.

“Yeah.” So you both went to sit down on the edge of Draco’s mattress. You glanced back at his nightstand and looked at the framed photo of you and him from Christmas of the past year, arms linked and smiles broad, standing in front of the grand staircase at your parents’ house. It was a good photo of him. You looked alright, too, but he made the entire thing.

“So, Pansy,” he sighed. “You want the truth?”

For the first time all day, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “That would be nice.”

He reached over and set his palm on your knee. “It’s your own damn fault, if I’m being honest. Remember the quidditch match against Gryffindor last weekend? Remember the party afterward?”

Of course you remembered the match and the party. Draco had won the game for Slytherin after beating Potter in the battle for the snitch, so there was a major blowout in the common room. You and Draco came down from the quidditch pitch to the party together, but Draco ended up getting absolutely wasted on Firewhisky. By the time he started to slur, you dragged him up to his dormitory, and then put a spell on the door, so no one else could enter the room.

“Yeah, I remember. What’s the point?”

Draco exhaled shakily. “That night, I wasn’t as drunk as you thought I was, Y/N. I only had two or three drinks, and we both know that it takes more than that to get me buzzed.”

He was right - usually, it took four or five drinks for the alcohol to really get to Draco. It didn’t make sense, though.

“But you seemed-”

“I was hyper, Y/N. We bloody beat Potter, you know? I was hyperactive and all over the place, and then you come along, as beautiful as always, and you take me upstairs. You put the spell on the door to lock it, and you lay me down in bed, and you help me get undressed so I was down to just my t-shirt and boxers, and you tell me to get some sleep. But then, you tell me you want to stay, to keep up on me, so we lay there together. And I say something stupid, and you begin to giggle in that addictive fucking way that you do-”


“Let me finish,” he cut you off. “So you begin to laugh, and I’m losing my fucking mind, and I tell you that I fucking love you-”


“-I tell you that I fucking love you, and you just laugh some more and tell me that that’s not true - that we could never work, because I’m just drunk and out-of-it, and not in love with you. And then I try to kiss you, but you think it’s funny, so you laugh again and tell me that I need to get some rest. But I don’t want to rest, I want you, I want you. I’ve always wanted you-”


“Merlin, Y/N, let me finish. You spent the next couple hours with me, and as I start to fall asleep, you tell me that you and me could never happen. And then you leave. And then the next morning, I wake up without you, and without any hope of ever getting with you. So I fucking find Pansy and I hookup with her, because I think that’ll erase you from my mind, but it didn’t. Nothing did. Nothing could.” His entire body trembled with each word.

Suddenly, your entire world shifted from shades of green and silver and grey, to an entire spectrometer’s worth of color. All that time, when you watched him with Pansy, you thought back to that night in his dorm. Once you got him into his bed, he didn’t seem as drunk as you first expected, but you never second-guessed it. You never through that Draco Malfoy, of all people, could love you. Draco.

“Draco, I-I love you,” your voice betrayed you once again and crackled. “I just didn’t think your feelings were real - I thought they were fabricated by intoxication. It felt too good to be true. Sometimes, you feel too good to be true.”

“Too good to be true? I’m a cowardly son of a bastard Death Eater, with this godforsaken tattoo on my forearm. And yet, you still hang out with me, still laugh at my jokes, still go to all my quidditch matches and cheer me on. You see past the whole façade. You’re too good to be true. You’re my best fucking friend, Y/N, how could I not love you? You’re my everything. Everything. All my childhood memories, all my Hogwarts moments, and all my mid-afternoon daydreams. You’re everything, bloody hell.” The tears came out again, but this time, not out of sorrow. Mostly guilt, mostly regret, and mostly pure fucking joy. “I’m sorr-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry, Y/N. Just tell me you want me to dump Pansy. Tell me to dump her and be with you, because that’s all I want to hear - that’s all I fucking need to hear. Be with me, oh my god, tell me you want to be with me.”

You couldn’t believe that he was real, and sitting a foot away from you, and rattling off these sentences. “I’ve always wanted to be with you, Draco. I always have, and I always will. You’re everything.”  

And the dark circles under his eyes didn’t seem as dark anymore, and the ache from your chest was lifted. Everything, everything. The stars and the moon, the sun and the parchment.


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: Swearing, fluff

A/N: Reader is blind

Y/E/C: Your Eye Colour

~~Bucky’s POV~~

“Buck!” Steve exclaims as Bucky wanders out of the elevator,

“Hey pal,” Bucky mumbles, his attention being drawn to his surroundings. Bucky had never seen anything like Stark Tower, it was just another prime example of Tony’s endless budget,

“Glad to have you back,” Steve grins at Bucky and pulls him into a tight hug, “How was the flight?”

“Fine,” Bucky finally focuses on his best friend, and is stopped in his tracks when he notices Clint, Nat, Sam, Vision and Tony standing a few feet behind,

“What did T’Challa’s people say?” Tony asks as he tentatively steps forward. Bucky tenses as Tony continues to approach, looking apprehensive,

“Um,” Bucky shakes off the nerves and tries to remember Tony’s question, “They said that I’m still fine. The triggers are still inactive, and I shouldn’t need to go for anymore check ups unless something happens,”

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8 tired and true tips for long-term healthy eating:

Here are some small changes you can make in your day-to-day eating that I’ve found easy to start and maintain throughout your journey!

1. Use smaller increments
When adding condiments, spreads, and toppings, grab less each time and decide if you need more. Once you take it, you may feel obligated to use all of it or eat all of it. Taking a tsp of butter or mayo instead of a tbsp will still give you the flavour but save you from consuming unnecessary calories.

2. Swap out sugars
Is your sweet-tooth out of control? Explore your sugar fixes! Fruits (especially berries), yogurt, water enhancers, and even salad dressings! That’s right, salad dressing. Try a sweet salad option like; strawberries, cranberries, bacon, feta cheese, and pine nuts/sunflower seeds, on a bed a lettuce, topped with a poppy seed dressing. Get your sweet fix and veggies in at the same time!

3. Portion out your snacks
I LOVE 1 cup serving bowls! Chips, fruits, crackers, veggies, trail mix, dips, candies, put it in a bowl and leave the packaging behind. Follow the suggested serving size and enjoy your treat. This will help prevent mindless snacking (e.g. crushing a whole bag of chips while watching TV just because it’s there) and helps structure your consumption, making it easier to track.

4. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner mean nothing
For some three square meals a day works, but you should eat when it’s best for you! Concentrate on your daily overall consumption to find the perfect satiation balance, meaning you feel comfortably full but not stuffed or bloated.

  • E.g. You and your friends go out for Sunday Brunch OR last night you indulged at the movies - You don’t HAVE to have a full meal the next time you eat, adjust your intake to avoid feeling stuffed.
  • E.g. You’re going out on the town! You can either: Eat a small snack/dinner in prep for drinks and apps with friends! OR Eat a healthy dinner so you’ll feel sated later that night, helping you avoid tempting treats!
  • E.g. You spend all day on the road, have a very active schedule, OR don’t have time for a set lunch period - Snacking all day may be better for you instead 3 set meals. That way you’re fueled all day long and save time prepping and cooking food. 

This is how you learn to listen for your true hunger cues and manage your intake accordingly, resulting in improved digestion and potential weight loss. Overall, I feel “cleaner” when manage my intake, *cough* my bathroom time goes more smoothly *cough*, and I have more consistent energy throughout the day. 

5. Eat what you like
Fuck branching out, build a foundation instead. Choose healthy dishes that make sense for you based on interest, prep, availability, affordability, and accessibility. If carrots and celery is you jam right now, make that a staple. Use what you know and find your weekly meal plan groove. Eat what you like and repeat weekly. Will you get bored eventually? Maybe. But that’s why you move onto # 6. 

6. Find new things to like
As you find your healthy choice positives and determine what your go-tos are; you should consider what options you are willing to try or seem interesting. Build on your foundation and really focus on tailoring your diet to your specific needs. Personally, I’ve learned to watch my dairy intake (as I’ve grown more lactose intolerant as I’ve aged), to try to consume a variety of vegetables, and plan more meatless meals since I have interest in pursuing a green sustainable intake.

7. Don’t drink your calories
Simple but effective. I have switched most of my chosen beverages for water. I mainly consume water and coffee…and sometimes pop if it contains alcohol or wine. By watching the calories I consume in liquids, I can have more flexibility in what I eat leading to consistent satiation throughout the day. I’d rather eat it than drink it.

8. Watch how often you decide “Oh, just this once”
I know I’ve fallen into this trap. Week by week, I’ve thought “just this once” when making a “treat” decision. All of a sudden, I’ve been doing it 5x a week and giving in on several occasions because “I deserve it”. This has been my hardest battle in finding a consistently healthy diet. For me, it’s important to commit to daily healthy choices in an effort to balance healthy choices with deserved “treats” or “splurges”.

Use these tips in your daily life, or use them as a starting point to develop your own. Start with what’s sustainable and think about your life in the long run. What won’t you miss? What change could make a big difference? What addresses your goals the best? It doesn’t matter if it matches up with what other people are doing, this is your journey and you should find what your life needs.

anonymous asked:

51 and/or 75 for Jamilton, if possible? That would be really nice!!

I’ve done 75 below, and I’ll write 51 separately tomorrow!

75“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Hamilton wondered what the record was for days gone without sleep. A quick Google search told him that it was eleven days. Hamilton had been awake for almost ten. He could feel the long arm of sleep gently tugging at his sweater sleeve, but he shook it off and drank another mouthful of now cold coffee. He needed to finish this plan. Just a few more paragraphs, and then it was done.

Hours passed, and Hamilton came out of his tunnel vision to find that it was dawn and the plan was finished. He sighed as he pressed print. Jefferson would probably find a million holes in the document’s logic, but Hamilton was so tired that he didn’t even care. After giving the plan to Washington, he could sleep for as long as he wanted. He just needed to stay awake for long enough to actually make it into the office.

Hamilton’s vision was blurry as he walked down the busy pavement, and everything sounded as if it was coming from the other end of a long tunnel. He was barely awake enough to keep from knocking into people as he walked. Eventually he made it into the building, saying an exhausted hello to the receptionist, and waited for the elevator while trying desperately not to drift off.


The voice behind him jarred him awake. “Jefferson,” he replied.

“You look like hell. More so than usual,” Jefferson said, sneering.

“Well excuse me if I’m too busy being productive to spend five hours every morning trying to look decent.”

That shut Jefferson up.

The elevator ride was even more uncomfortable. In a way, Hamilton wanted to continue the conversation, if only to prevent him from falling asleep. But his brain wasn’t functioning well enough to produce any good conversation topics. So, they both walked out of the elevator having said nothing.

Hamilton made his way straight to Washington’s office with his plan, typed up with perfect formatting, size 12 font, double spaced, with page numbers and clearly labelled graphs. He knocked on the door.

“Come in. Oh, good morning Alexander.”

“Good morning, sir. Here’s the plan you wanted.”

Washington stared at the one-hundred-and-twenty-page plan Hamilton handed to him. “I only asked you to do this ten days ago. I wasn’t expecting it for another month.”

Hamilton shrugged. “It’s just a first draft. I wanted to do it as soon as possible so that I could make any changes you wanted.”

Washington frowned. “You have been sleeping though, haven’t you?”

Hamilton nodded. “Of course,” he lied.

“Mm-hmm. Well, thanks for that Alexander. I’ll see you in this morning’s meeting.”

“Yes, sir.”

The meeting was uneventful. Well, it was from Hamilton’s point of view, as he was constantly trying to keep his eyes open. His eyelids felt heavier than they ever had. and he was unsure whether even the strongest espresso could help him now. Washington’s voice was getting further and further away, and Hamilton had no idea what he was talking about any more. Maybe he could just sit and listen with his eyes closed…?

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Sammy Jam (Lampblack City Reprise)
themeatly games ltd. / WarWasp 26
Sammy Jam (Lampblack City Reprise)

(A revision of Sammy Jam for a revised Sammy Lawrence… From sheep to shepard, since those dark days down in Joey Drew Studios, Sammy has come a long way, in spite of, or perhaps because of his inky prison of a body. Who knew being a terrifying ink man could garner you so much reverence? And all it took was a little Ink on the streets for his flock to begin to gather before his anotherness. They came for Sammy’s power, but they stayed for his big ideas.

My brother (War Wasp) has been working on little tunes for Lampblack, as if they would be used in the hypothetical game, just because… it’s fun. He’s great at making music, but he hasn’t felt ready to share anything he’s made yet, until right now! Everything else he’s been working on is completely original, but in discussing what kind of music to do, I asked if he’d try out a “Sammy Jam” reprise for powerful-faction-leader-Sammy-Lawrence, as a step up from the original “Sammy Jam” which belonged to a pretty pathetic guy, and in my opinion he NAILED IT! What stands out most to me, besides it just being more energized in the best way, is that he turned those pieces of the original meant to be a little broken and deranged and turned them into powerful, intentional parts of the song; which totally mirrors how Lampblack!Sammy took his disturbed state and turned it into power. I can’t stop listening to this. I hope you guys like it as much as I do! -HG)

Rainy Day Saviour // Lee Dongmin (Cha Eunwoo) High-school!AU

Originally posted by 1aeyong

Pairing: Dongmin x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, High-school!AU

Summary//Request: Upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, Dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

|| WARNING: This scenario contains mentions of being bullied and made fun of for being short. ||

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Everything, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Prom night with your best friend is the perfect night for Lin to get something off his chest.

Words: 2,725

Author’s Note: Prom season is upon us (at least, for any high schoolers out there!) and this is inspired by that (and by my own prom a bit, although none of this happened to me and my group saw Civil War after)! Hope you enjoy this 2.7k fluff fest.

Warnings: Nothing? If there’s anything please tell me.

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“Good God, Lin.” You mutter as he strutted into the living room, coat tails flapping behind him.

Your parents laughed and clapped at his entrance, snapping as many pictures as they could at the event. It wasn’t the exact image you had had of your prom as a kid, but you certainly weren’t putting up a fight.

Watching your best friend strike a few poses in his rented tux, hair gelled halfway to hell, holding a delicate flower in a plastic container in his hand was so much more than what you had pictured.

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Ways of Mourning

Ever since I watched the Korean version of Requiem and Owari, I keep wondering what the turtles will go through personally during season 5… particularly, how will each of them mourn?

They each have very different personality types, and I can imagine each of them mourning a different way.


I’m reminded of the play Rabbit Hole by David Lindsay-Abaire. I’m gonna give a summary here, so bear with me. This has a point. The play is about a husband (Howie) and wife (Becca) mourning the loss of their young son Danny, and they struggle to mourn together because their ways of mourning are not only different, but far from complimentary. Becca can’t handle seeing her son’s fingerprints on the door jams, or his toys lying around. Howie, on the other hand, spends his time watching old home movies of their boy. She can’t stand how he’s making her relive the memories, and he can’t stand that she’s packing up the things in Danny’s room.

My point being, some people mourn by reliving, others mourn by looking forward. Some need to cherish the memories, and others can’t bear to remember right away. Neither way of grieving is wrong, but to a grieving person, seeing someone mourn in the opposite way they do can cause a lot of tension.


Back to the turtles.

We’ve already seen how Leo handles separation from their Father. We saw it on the Ulixes. He spent hours talking to hologram Splinter, and it gave him the strength to keep going. He was kind of like Howie in the play.

Mikey was supportive of Leo’s coping mechanism, but Raph and Donnie were more like Becca. They’d rather stick to the task at hand (in their case, stopping the Triceratons), and they thought what Leo was doing was pointless and harmful because it wouldn’t bring Splinter back as focusing on the mission would, and they thought he’d be more worn emotionally afterwards.
Raph: “Maybe it’s not healthy talking to a hologram of Splinter all the time. I mean I miss him too, but…”
Mikey: “Leo just needs him right now more than ever. He’ll be okay.”

I can see Leo mourning by looking at the few photographs they probably have, and meditating, and maybe even spending time in Splinter’s room.


Donnie I think would be more like Becca and do everything he can to not think about what happened. We’ve seen how he copes with stress.

He works in his lab. He starts new projects. We’ve seen him fall asleep at his desk and we all pretty much have the headcanon that this poor boo stays up much longer than what’s good for him.

I can see him overworking himself – maybe even to the point that it does become a little unhealthy, in his case. Hopefully not, but still I think he’d be the sort to believe that the best remedy for a broken heart is busy hands.


Raph is in the Becca category, too, but in a slightly different way. He’s the sort to bottle things up – maybe confide in a pet, but otherwise, he keeps his feelings bottled up until he explodes. Sure, he has a short fuse, so it doesn’t really take all that long for him to explode… but that would only make this situation more difficult for him.

Raph’s always kind of felt singled out or alone. We’ve seen his, “Why are you always picking on me?” or “Why do you always take their side?” sort of mindset. This little complex he has is bound to be so much worse now that he was the only one out of his brothers on that rooftop when Splinter was killed.

Raph didn’t even know his brothers were already down on the street below. I can imagine him screaming at his brothers, “YOU WEREN’T THERE! YOU DIDN’T SEE IT HAPPEN! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH?” But for the most part, I imagine him not wanting to talk about it. Maybe he’d open up to April, because she was there, too, but he’d be reluctant. Talking about it would be extremely painful for him, and being prompted to talk could cause an explosion.


And then there’s Mikey… poor baby Mikey. He’d be the sort who needed to talk to someone about it to verbally process. We’ve seen him in past episodes be really open about how he feels.

The Invasion: “I miss Master Splinter…”
The Ever-Burning Fire: “I miss Earth! I’m tired of space! I miss Master Splinter…”

And I can see him needing to talk about how much he misses Master Splinter now, too… especially now.


But these different styles of mourning may clash terribly. With Leo and Mikey in the Howie camp, and Raph and Donnie in the Becca camp, there’re bound to be some misunderstandings and hurt feelings.

In Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (the book, not the film), there was a scene where Cho Chang asked Harry questions about Cedric’s death, because she needed to talk about it. But Harry was there when it happened, still having nightmares about it, and didn’t want to talk about it, so he found Cho’s weeping and questioning annoying to say the least. That could be Raph and Mikey. Sure, Raph’s been there for Mikey missing Splinter in the past, but this is different, and it’s worse.

Maybe Mikey would try to talk to Donnie, and Donnie would get annoyed because he’s working in his lab to forget everything, not talk through it.

Leo would probably berate Donnie for behavior that (to Leo) would look like not dealing with his grief, while Donnie would counter and say it’s better than refusing to move forward and continually being sad, because if Donnie were to try Leo’s way of mourning, that’s how it’d be for him.

And Leo might try to encourage Raph to talk, but Raph would shrug it off and want to be left alone… maybe criticize Leo for his mourning style. Eventually though, Raph would explode.

I can see Donnie and Raph kind of having a respect for each other’s space and ways of grieving. They might offer gestures of condolence, but otherwise leave each other alone.

Leo and Mikey might be the ones to comfort each other, since Leo needs to revisit memories and Mikey needs to talk. Maybe they’ll meditate together and even share a vision of Splinter, since they’re the two more spiritual ones.

One thing’s for certain though… the turtles are going to go through some changes, and have some fights, and now there’s no Splinter to mediate. Now there’s only Leo… and will his brothers respect him in his new position as leader of the Hamato Clan, not just their team?

just for tonight [ jeremy heere x reader ]

Summary : Jeremy Heere is a socially ostracized teen boy at a Halloween party. After a meeting with his high school bully, Rich, he decides to get a supercomputer implanted in his brain to make him cooler. His friend, (Y/N), who is completely opposed to the idea lets their feelings spill when they take Jeremy onto the dance floor. An emotionally-charged kiss that never should have happened may end up being the best thing that happened to either of them.

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Company (m) - 02

➢ parts: one- two || Masterlist

∟for two members of a world where broken promises are mended with spilt blood and contracts of a persons fate are sealed over a drink, from time to time it’s more than alright to mix business and pleasure.

or, sometimes all you want is a bit of company.

mafia/hitman au
smut, violence, romance
・chapter warnings/graphic content: smut, oral sex, brief dirty talk, mentions of violence/explosives
special appearances by other idols
word count: 6,398

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In Paul’s song Little Lamb Dragonfly, the lamb reference originates from another ‘in-joke’, specifically John’s tendency, during jams with the Beatles, to imitate a  bleating lamb during the song “Mailman, Bring me no more blues” while also changing the lyric to make it about a lamb. Possibly recognising that this reference directed the sentiments his way, John later borrowed part of the melody in his 1980 Woman, so suggesting he saw the song as a positive part of their conversation. In Little Lamb Dragonfly Paul was pining for his former band mate; stating how much he missed him, was concerned about never seeing him again and accepting there had been right and wrong on all sides. It is perhaps this vulnerable tone that led to the delay in its release, as in 1971 Paul wasn’t yet ready to share those feelings with John.
—  Lennon vs McCartney - Adam Thomas

Title: In Too Deep (Part 5 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter and the Reader break curfew to go up to the roof, when Natasha finds them to save them from punishment.

Word Count: 2011

A/N: OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! I’ve worked on it all week because I want it to be perfect! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, I love this series so much omg! Song.


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