they want to count you out

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March 26th 2010-2017: 7 years today since your audition & look where you are; performing your first song in front of a huge crowd at Ultra last night!
I’m so proud to see how much you have grown & how much more confident you are in your voice & your talent. You are nowhere near done.

Tastes Like Strawberry

Plot (Requested): Just some smut Draco x Reader.

Warnings: My first smut, sorry if it is bad. SMUT: Oral sex (female receiving), kind of public sex. Let me know if you guys want a part 2!

Word Count: 1.015.

Author’s Note: English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes I’m sorry. Message me and I’ll correct them. Also, thanks for almost 2K followers. You guys are making me really happy. My classes has just started, so I won’t be posting a lot. Sorry about that, but don’t give up on me!

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Originally posted by moan-s

The hallways were empty, what was quite useful for me and Draco. It was late, and we sneaked out our dormitories to hang out since none of us wanted to sleep. We ended up in the astronomy tower, the cold fresh air sending goosebumps up and down my spine.

“The sky is beautiful…” I said, looking up to the constellations.

“Not as much as you are.” Draco whispered in my ear and kissed my neck, hugging me from behind. I smiled at his silly complement and felt his arms pulling me more into him.

“That’s why you brought me here? So we could be alone and no one would listen if I screamed for help?” I asked, turning around to look in his Grey eyes.

“Believe me, Princess, if I was in intent to make you scream, it would be for more, not for help.”  He smiled sassy and kissed me. In that very moment it was like the whole world has vanished, and there was just the two of us, and I knew he felt that too. Being with Draco makes me feel good with myself and with life. I guess that’s what love means: to feel complete.

We were still kissing (who needs oxygen right?) when I heard an owl. I looked at the side of the tower’s balcony and saw Storm, my owl, with a package. I leaved Draco and walked to her, getting the small box from her hands and reading the note from my mom:

My dear, your idea for our garden worked. I’m sending the results. Miss you.

                                                                                                                              - Mom.

Curious, I opened the box to find it filled with strawberries, my favorite fruit of all. I smiled and felt Draco approaching me, trying to see what was it I had received. “I think I just found us something really good to do.” I said.

“Com’ sit here then.” He said, sitting in the ground and tapping his lap. I rolled my eyes and went to him. Although I would never confess, I loved when he was kinda bossy like that. It was just… Hot. There are not other words to describe it. I sat on his lap and got one of the strawberries from the box, handing it to him. When he went to grab it with his mouth I ate it. “Really Princess, you’re going to play this game with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, innocently and grabbed another fruit. This time, I actually did teased him, eating that thing in the most sexy and insinuating way I could. I don’t think that looked like I pictured, but Draco seemed quite turned on, so I didn’t mind at all. “I’m just eating.”

“I’m going to ‘just eat you’ out any of these days.” He said seriously enough for me to believe. I knew he was messing with me back, because his words affected me like no one’s else could, but I wouldn’t loose, not this time.

“I bet I taste better than this things…” I said, biting another strawberry.

“I bet on that too.” He said, using one of his arms to position me better on his lap. “Actually, I know you taste away much better then these.” He said, kissing my neck softly and running one of his hands through my leg, dangerously close to my pussy. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind tasting you right now.” With that I felt his hand slipping inside my pants. His fingers teased me and I moaned. “Merlin’s sake, Princess. I haven’t done anything and you’re already this wet?”

I knew he was smiling victorious, but I couldn’t care less.

“Draco… Please…”

Say it once more, Baby Girl. You know how much I love it when you beg.” He took the box of strawberries from my hand with his free one and putted it aside as he kept teasing me. I moaned again, and heard him laugh. “Just ask Princess. That’s all you have to do.” He whispered, biting my ear lobe.

“Fuck me.” I begged.

“As you wish, my love.” His fingers found my clit, pressing it gently and earning a loud moan from me. “Be quite, Princess, or you’re not winning anything.” I bit my lip, trying to focus on staying shut, but it was quite hard when Draco’s fingers slowly started bumping on me. I felt myself getting closer as his rhythm speeds up, and when I was at the age he took his hand off me, leaving me feeling empty.

“What the fuck Draco…”

“I said I wanted to taste you, darling. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I just need a better place…” He held my waist and apparated us to an empty classroom. “This will do it.” He said, trowing me upon the table and laying me down.

“What if someone cough us?” I asked, nervous.

“Be quite and no one will.” He said, smiling as he knew he was going to make it really difficult for me. He positioned his self between my legs, pulled my pants off and started kissing my thighs, slowly coming up. “You smell good. Fuck, how’s that even possible?” He whispered for himself and got to my panties, sliding them down and taking them off me. I was starting to get impatience when I felt him kiss me gently, just to get rough right after, sucking on my clit. I had to bit my lip to the point of it almost bleeding so I could be kept shut. He smirked and inserted two fingers inside me, thrusting fast.

“Draco… Fuck… I’m going to…” I tried to not scream his name.

“Come for Daddy Princess.” That nickname was all I needed to cum hard. Draco licked me up and then helped me sitting on the table. I tried to catch my breath and he smiled, probably proud of the good job he has done. “As I said. Better then strawberry.”

I laughed. How could he go from such a Sex God to a jerk, I’d never understand. But Merlin’s sake, I loved it.

Addicted - Jughead x Reader

Request: Could you please write a jughead x reader where the reader is addicted to drugs and takes pills and smokes weed

Warnings: Drugs, drinking, smoking, violence, swearing, angst

Word count: 1400

A/N: I was thinking about ideas for this request and I decided it has too much potential for just one part, so if it gets requested a fair amount I’ll write a part two :) So let me know if you want one :)


As you sat smoking on the fire escape of your small apartment, you imagined what your first day of school would be like; you got a text on your phone, it was FP Jones, he needed you to pick him up from the bar he was drinking at. You groaned as you flicked your cigarette out onto the street and climbed back through your window.

Your father had died fairly recently, you two weren’t that close, you hadn’t been since long before your mother had left, she had had enough of your father’s antics, the gangs, the drugs and the drinking, so one night she left him. You just woke up one morning and it was like she had never existed. When he died, you were still in high school, so he left you under the supervision of his oldest friend, Forsythe Pendleton the second.

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feminismfox said:  Hello! I was wondering if you could help me find two missing five. 1. Someone sets fire to the Stilinski house but Stiles manages to drag him self out by thinking about he never wants Derek to lose anyone else by a fire again. 2. Stiles and Derek are mates and can’t keeps their hands off each other but they’re told they won’t bond unless they have “penetrative sex” so they’re like cool blowjobs then and Deaton is like wtf do you think penetrative means you heteronormative idiots, blowjobs count!      


In the future, please only send one request per ask.  I’ll post a separate entry for the 2nd request you sent later.  An anon luckily recognized the first half of your ask, which you can find below!  -Emmy

Originally posted by pure-as-fuck

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller 

(2,699 I Teen I Complete)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

anonymous asked:

I did a password recovery on my tumblr account that I hadn't accessed since 2012 to come here and say this: Thanks to you folks & the community for sending positive vibes out into the world with this ship! I've fallen in love with McHanzo & the way that the OW community has embraced the queer community in general (which I'm a new member of)! I know it's tough seeing those negative messages coming in, but just do you! Haters can find another blog or make their own :P

This message is kinda old, but I saw it amidst the clutter of our ask box (88 messages and counting) and wanted to just thank you for being so sweet. I mean, the fact you reactivated a Tumblr account just to send some positivity our way is really h*ckin’ cool. 13/10, would give you a hug. 

limerence [M] // HOSEOK

Lim·er·ence / ˈlimərəns/ n. psychol. the state of being infatuated with another person, characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship

summary - What do you do when you realise you felt more than you though? Do you act on it? Or do you let it go?

word count - 2.9k

genre  - fluff, angst, implied smut

warnings - none

A/N - I wanted to thank Ann (@godsavemefrombts) and Nel (@callmeawalkingbtsdaydreamer) for helping me out and giving me tips, you were such a massive help, I probably wouldn’t be as happy with this if I haven’t asked you, so thank you~

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Deal (You Ain't Slick PT 2)

Alexander x Reader
Word Count: 1061
A/N: Second part, it’s a small lil one, but I’ll post the next part real quick to make up for it (the next part will also be much longer)
Tagging: @5secondsofnephilim

Part 1

You didn’t want to admit it, so you weren’t going to—out loud. But Alexander was right. You got all of your essay’s in on time, and managed to make it to all of your exams… How you did on them, though, was a totally different story. You think you may have passed them all, but if you did, you couldn’t imagine it was by much.

“You look dead,” Alexander commented as he took a seat across from you in the local diner.

Angelica, who was sitting beside you, rolled her eyes; “Always a gentleman,” she said sarcastically, taking a fry from the plate the two of you were sharing.

Alexander just shrugged his shoulders, also stealing a fry; “Just an observation,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

You pursed you lips and looked down, refusing to meet his eye. You knew that HE knew he was right—but you would never give him the satisfaction of letting him hear it. Because the fact of the matter is, you felt dead. And you weren’t surprised that you looked it as well. You had spent all night the past week, writing essays and making flashcards, and all day the past week, attending classes and hanging out with Angie and Em.

Emma was starting to feel better; she went out with the group more often, and spent less time crying. She didn’t, however, stop complaining about George and then apologizing for how often she complains about George. Listening to her stress out about her relationship made you stress out—you had second hand stress.

“An irrelevant observation,” you muttered, earning yourself a glare from Alexander.

“Yet totally pertinent,” he challenged, looking you dead in the eye.

You hadn’t been necessarily avoiding the guy, but you also weren’t upset that you had barely seen him all week, apart from the lunch dates you all went on together. And this is the exact reason why.

“I’m fine, Alexander,” you sighed, “Exams are over; it’s all smooth sailing from here,” you said, grinning sardonically.

He scoffed; “Yeah,” he said trenchantly, “Until somebody comes running to you with a problem that you definitely DON’T need to fix, but do anyway,” he finished, raising his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes, but before you could shoot something back, Angelica intervened. “Is this what you two were arguing about on Friday?” She asked, her brows furrowed.

You sighed; “Stupid isn’t it?” You asked, pointedly.

“I’m just saying,” Alex began, completely ignoring you as he scooted out of the booth, “That you look like you’re on the brink of death, and probably feel that way, too. And if you’d look after yourself once in a while instead of looking after everybody else, maybe you’d be a functioning human being.”

You pursed your lips, “There’s nothing wrong with looking out for your friends, Alexander,” you spat, bitterly.

He stole a fry before beginning to walk away; “Then why do you get so damn defensive when I try looking out for you?” He asked, plopping the fry into his mouth as he left.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, taking a sip of your water, because there was really nothing else you could do.

A moment passed of silence, before Angelica spoke once again; “He kind of makes a good point,” she said quietly, like saying it was taboo.

You shook your head; “He’s upset because we’ve been with Emma so often recently—like we aren’t with her all the time, anyway,” you explained, “He’s just being intrusive.”

Angie shrugged, “I don’t know,” she said, taking another fry, “You are pretty… Dedicated.”

You looked at her, letting your shoulders drop; “If anything horrible happens to me, I’d expect you guys to be there for me, too,” you explained, “I don’t want her going through anything alone.”

Angelica nodded her head in understanding; “I know,” she said softly, “But maybe she just needs some time. We can’t rush her to feel something she just doesn’t feel.”

You nodded your head, furrowing your eyebrows as you took another drink.

Angie continued; “… And you have been putting off your own needs all week,” she said, her voice soft, like how she talks to her younger sisters.

You sighed in frustration; “But why does he get to tell me to take a break, when he’s over there, working 24/7, ignoring his basic needs as a human, not listening to anybody?” You asked, “Why would he think that that’s okay for him to do?”

Angelica shrugged; “Well, as much as we hate to admit it, Alexander is right the majority of the time.”

“Yeah,” you agreed resentfully, “And he never lets us forget it.”

She chuckled, nodding her head; “I don’t know, Y/N,” she said with a sigh, “I think he might like you a little bit.”

You nodded you head, “Of course he does,” you muttered, taking a bite of a fry, “I’m great.”

“That’s true,” Angelica said skeptically, “But, really; he didn’t have a sit-down conversation with me about taking care of myself, and we’ve been doing everything with Emma together. And you’ve seen the ways he looks at you.”

You rolled your eyes, your heartbeat beginning to pick up in embarrassment, and also your hatred for confrontation, probably. “He looks at every girl like that,” you muttered in opposition.

“Not me,” she shot back, “And not Emma.”

You rolled your eyes; “You guys just don’t notice it— you two are those really pretty girls in the movies, who, for some reason, never notice all the lovey dovey looks they get. Namely, from Alexander,” you argued.

Angelica scoffed, “Yeah right,” she laughed, “Y/N, I think he likes you—let’s ask John, he’ll know—“

“No!” You exclaimed, “We can’t ask John—I already know he doesn’t like me like that,” you shrugged, “If he did, he would’ve told me already. You’ve seen the dude; he’s been writing love letters to girls since the fifth grade.”

“What if he’s nervous,” she posed, raising her eyebrows.

You scoffed; “Angie. We’ve seen Alexander in his debate class—he’ll argue with anybody at he drop of the hat, he’ll confront anybody just for the sake of confronting them. The kid doesn’t get nervous!”

“Whatever you say,” Angie sighed, “But I bet you ten dollars he does.”

You looked at her with pursed lips; “Deal.”

aka the “how the fuck did I get followers?” appreciation post. Seriously, where did y’all come from? I’m pretty proud of the fact that I’ve just shot up in the number count over the last month. But I also wanted to share some love (and as @checkthanks astutely pointed out to me the other day, I really like rare ships). 

 And since most of you are here for Check Please (seriously, where did you come from) that’s what this list will contain. So without further ado, let’s hop to it. 

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anonymous asked:

Out of curiosity, how did you become apart of this community?

im not sure which comunity so ima do all

Anorexia: these tumblrs that say “I dont promote anything” truly do promote everything. no matter how many “Reblog if you want your subscribers to recover” things they reblog. I was about.. 12 or 11 years old when i started counting calories and such. 

Anorexia community on tumblr: I had a thinspo account a long time ago, but when i realized that i was promoting anorexia and causing people to get sick because of that, i deleted it

Recipe Blog: About two years ago I decided I want to try to recover (again) but there were no active recipe blogs. So I made one, and here i am now

leilyia  asked:

So I read your post about your fast :) I don't recommend doing an apple mono, because I did this for 2 weeks before all my binging (I did lost a lot of weight), but I think this caused me to binge. I had one apple, carefully weight out, every afternoon, so I basically had a 24 hour fast every day for half a month. Seriously, don't do that! Just restrict or eat veggies and some fruits if you don't want to count calories (I'm sometimes just too lazy to count calories, lol)

I didn’t fast today because my mom was in the kitchen this morning and I might just eat 300 cals or something now if I lose weight because I have been exercising WAY more so I can afford the cals. Plus fasting will just send me back to the days when my anorexia was really bad so it probably won’t be a good decision. 

anonymous asked:

Can you explain more about the meditation you did when you were first figuring out DID stuff?

The way I did it was really unsafe and was arguably self harm, so I do not want to share the details of what I was doing at that time.

But! I will tell u about what I do now!

I lie down in a low stimulus environment like on the sofa or in bed with low lights and either silence or white noise. I start at 100 and count down to 0. in the 90s i work on visualizing myself internally. in the 80s i find and go through the door to the headspace. 70s-40s i listen to see if anyone is calling for me or wants to talk. if yes, i go with them, if no i go forward on my own 30s-0 i solidify myself again and focus on my internal environment. if by 0 i have not made contact or been immersed in the headspace, i count from 40-0 again doing the same thing, if not there, another 30-0, 20-0 and so on. if at that point im not in, it’s just not happening and i should try again later. Also, if you screw up your counting at some point, try starting over again. I find it helps better to start over instead of trying to repair a derailed train of thought.

When I go in through meditation I try to have an objective. Sometimes its search a new area, talk to a specific alter, or just go to my room and do some things there. It helps me stay focused.

A Promise (Tony Stark x reader)

10 Days – 10 Stories: Day 9 – Tony Stark

Summary: You have broken up with Tony a while ago but suddenly, he’s sitting in front of your apartment and wants you back.

A/N: This is my first ever Tony Stark imagine! Man, I really loved writing it, I just hope it turned out alright :)

Word count: 1,571

(Y/N) = your name

Warnings: angst, a kiss

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Bokuaka Week Day 2: Reminiscent

Oh my gosh I don’t even know where this came from. I rarely ever post written pieces online cause I never finish them but I really wanted to participate for Bokuaka Week. Does this count as reminiscent? Not 100% sure but oh well here you go. 

Title: Sleepover

Day/Prompt: Day 2 - Reminiscent 

Rating:

Warning: Slight NSFW

Summary: Bokuto spends the night at Akaashi’s house. 

Word Count: 892

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY ONE LOVE @toysoldicr @wclfsanker @bloodshedbound

This person is my best friend, the one person I can count on, the person who pushes me to be a better person, and inspires me to go further than my chaotic little mind wants to.

If you aren’t following all three of these accounts and you aren’t getting to know her, YOU’RE MISSING OUT. DO IT.

A New Way to Train Pit/Link

I’m gonna be honest, I’m not happy with how this came out.  But I wanted to at least get something out.  If I get inspired by this pair again I’ll make it up to you guys.
Word Count: 1005



Storm clouds loomed in the distance…the far off sound of thunder rumbled in the sky.  And yet through the din in the air, you could hear the clashing of blades and the stomping of feet on the grassy ground.  

“Hyyyah!  Tah!”  Link, Warrior of Hyrule and Hero of Time, swung his blade in the direction of Pit, Sky Warrior and servant of the goddess Palutena!  The angel dodged however, taking to the air where he made an attempt at an airborne attack.

They weren’t fighting per say, simply training for the next upcoming tournament here in the Smash world.  "Too predictable!“  Link shouted, their weapons clashing once again, the force sending a small rush of wind around them.  "Ngh!  Haaaah! Try this!”  Pit used the momentum, something he learned from Link of all people, to flip over the hyrulean, getting behind him and using a sweeping kick to take his legs out from under him.  Thankfully it worked, knocking the hero into the grass where he looked up to a bow and arrow pointed at him.

“Heh…paying attention I see.” Beforehand, there was a clear advantage for either boy, either air or ground.  But Pit was now showing he could learn to combat his tactics here as well, a victory well earned.  "Well it’s not easy, heh you’re stronger…I’m just light on my feet.“ The brunet and the blond shared a laugh as the angel offered his hand.

Link gratefully accepted, about to congratulate him when a clap of thunder reached their ears.  “Hm?  But it was clear a while ago…it won’t rain will it?”  Pit furrowed his brow at the blond’s words.  “Well…let’s get to cover anyways…you have no idea how hard it is to dry my wings.”  They shared a small chuckle or two as they made the mad dash towards camp.  However, they weren’t quite fast enough, as the incoming deluge had both boys fairly damp by the time they got back.  

“Gaah…haha guess you’ll need to dry em off after all.”  Link teased, earning a playful glare from the brunet.  “Yeah keep laughing, I’ll give you somethin to laugh about.”  He smirked, walking over and starting up a fire in the fireplace for now.

The two had been able to get this cabin to themselves, thanks to Palutena.  And now that they had a good spot to rest, training for them could go on longer than usual, and judging from Pit’s growth, it certainly was not all for naught. Soon enough, the warmth of the flames enveloped them, both hanging articles of clothing near the hearth, Link’s hat and tunic discarded, as well as his boots and socks.  Pit had only removed his sandals, sitting up on his knees and unfurling his wings to the flames, their warmth essential to their drying.

“Your wings really are beautiful.”  Pit’s ears turned a bright crimson as the words hit them.  “Wh-what? Oh um, thanks.”  The next thing he knew, Link was gently feeling his white feathers, causing him to stutter.  “G-gah…careful, they’re sensitive!”  Link broke down into a fit of giggles, falling on his rear as he clutched his stomach. “Hahaha oho reheally?  You got ahall flustered!”

This was it then, the time Pit knew he would need to put the other in his place.  “Yeah?  Well how about you get flustered instead?”  The angel moved in, snatching up Link’s legs and tugging him into an armlock. “Ack!  Wha?  Pit trahaining is ovEEheheheh ahaha HAHAHA no NONOHOHOHO!”  The blond hadn’t thought of this as a possible recourse for the angel, but when he felt fingers beginning to scribble and scratch at his bare feet, he knew Pit had opened a door Link had wanted to keep closed.  “Nohohohaha no ticklhehahahaha!”

Pit grinned in triumph, he was right, ever since Zelda had prodded the Hero of Time in the side once, he knew the boy had to be incredible ticklish.  And his favorite spot being sensitive?  Even better. “Aww what’s wrong Link?  Ticklish down here?  Thought so!”  His efforts doubling, Pit moved all about the boy’s feet, heels, arches, balls and toes as he searched the boy for the best spots to play with. This of course in turn was driving the blond wild as he bounced and rolled around as much as possible, who would have thought his feet of all things were so ticklish?

After at least twenty minutes of exploring, Pit was content with playing along Link’s arches, causing hiccupy giggles to fill the room.  “Naha…aahahah ahaha stahaaap…”  Link was at the end of his rope, making it impossible to resist when Pit leaned down and began nibbling his toes gently.  Now that was a whole new level of hell, the blond throwing his head back and squealing before finally being released.  

“Nah…ahah…ah you…you jerk…ah…that’s awful.” In their tussle, Link noticed a few feathers from Pit’s wings had fallen off, now littering the ground.  As he rubbed his feet, freeing them slowly from the electric sensations still tingling through them.  An idea hatched in his mind.  He no doubt was less of a tickler than Pit, and definitely less likely to ever do this again, but while the brunet turned his head away…he took his only shot.

Link pounced, the two rolling around a bit before Link managed to get his friend’s ankles together in an armlock.  “AH!  AHA No noho revenge here mister!”  They laughed before Pit suddenly noticed what Link was now holding.  “Ohoho no no pleheaseheheaAHAHAHAHHaaa!”  The blond had managed to get ahold of one of the angel’s VERY soft feathers, his technique working wonders as the soft appendage fluttered over the boy’s large pillowy soles.  “Ahahah aha ahAHAHA AH NO NOHOHOAHA THE TOHOHES!”  

Link was slow, deliberate, and torturous. Pit, despite having his sensitive feet and toes tormented in this way, actually loved this attention.  And as for the hero of time, well Link decided he might have found a new interest in their training sessions, definitely something to have another go at in their next bout.

anonymous asked:

OKAY you said we can send crush stories, does my boyfriend count as a crush? Idk, ANYWAY this isn't really a story but his name is Johnny and he plays soccer and he's passionate about Markiplier and Doctor Who and he helps me with my social anxiety and stuff and I love him to death and we've been together for two years and he's lovely okay I just wanted to put that out there I don't mean to sound like the crazy obsessed girlfriend but I want to tell the world. Goodnight *mic drop* =3

Cute!!!! Soccer players are keepers, I myself am a goalie and if he ever gets outta hand just… red card em.
-Sydney

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Seokjin Scenario
Word Count: 543
Genre: Café!au & Everyday life 

Originally posted by gotjimin

It took you by surprise when you heard someone talk, not being used to people approaching you unless for something specific. you couldn’t tell what he wanted. He was just making conversation, is this how people interact normally? 
“So you’re not one to speak much, are you?” He said with a warm smile, and you couldn’t help but blush. Never one to be bothered by not being a talkative person, but someone pointing it out made you self conscious all of a sudden.
“I’m not…” you shook my head. 
He said his name was Jin, and he saw you every other day in the café reading, and was curious as to why you were always alone.
“I just come here to pass the time” You didn’t have many friends to be honest, and all of them have a pretty hectic life. So you spent your time alone with books.
Since then all he did was sit in the same table, bringing your coffee and then sitting down to read, or scroll through his phone. He made conversation only sometimes, you guessed to not make you uncomfortable. He made silly old man jokes, and you just laughed because he laughed so much at his own jokes so proud of himself. Actually you could barely understand most of them. Puns are not your thing. You came to know that this café was his, and he enjoyed making certain that his customers were happy to be there. He greeted people with a ready smile, and always gave free cookies to kids. He was like a child and a mother all in the same body. 


Today you just couldn’t concentrate on the book you had in front, so you just stared out the window. It had been a very low couple of weeks, not entirely sad but not good either. And the heat of mid summer wasn’t making it any better for you, being a cold weather person. 
Suddenly the clack of glass on the table brought you back to reality, and there was Jin bringing you a cold latte and a strawberry cupcake, with a smile he sat in front of you.
“I didn’t order a cupcake, Jin…” He just smiled wider
“I know! I just thought you would like the cupcakes I made, on the house of course!” His smile being the warmest thing you have received in days made you just try and smile back, though faintly.  
He stared talking about how he was trying new recipes for cookies and cakes to sell at the café, but couldn’t decide on which ones to keep, so he asked for your help. You nodded listening to him talk, being just comfortable to see him talk, so happy so share his stories about when he started baking, and when he decided to open the café. You didn’t realize that a smile made its way to your face naturally, and he stared at you with another content smile of his own.
“I’m glad you’re smiling again” was all he said. And then started to talk again about more food, making another old man joke.
You stared at the now very interesting cupcake in your plate, flustered because he paid attention, and a bit happy because he cared enough.

Tag 9 Meme

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @its-life-jim​ (thanks friend! I can always count on you to tag me!)

Lipstick or Chapstick: Hmm… My lips are very dry, so when I do put something on my lips (not often), it’s usually lip gloss or a mosturizing lipstick/lip crayon. I’m not against chapstick and I do use it sometimes, I just only like to put things on my lips if I want to do my whole makeup, so I need some colour. So out of the two, lipstick, but it’s not often!

Last song you listened to: “When I’m Gone” by Joey & Rory (I’m obsessed with it right now)

Top three shows: Honestly, don’t have a top 3. I love too many shows to narrow it down. Like, Sherlock, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, Star Trek TOS, Tattoo Fixers, all the CSIs (the show that sparked my interest in science from a young age), Merlin, Buffy, Masterchef, the Mentalist….. the list goes on

Top three characters: Dr Leonard “Bones” McCoy (especially AOS Bones), John Watson (any adaptation) and Greg Lestrade (BBC version).

Top three ships: McKirk, Johnlock, Mystrade…. did I mention McKirk? Cause, you know, MCKIRK

Tagging: Gonna tag some new followers and then some random picks as I’d love to know all of you and can’t decide! @mee2themoo @cokeconsumingmashine @balletdancingwhovian @deanwinchester-rp @laughingspock @darlinjim @darlinleonard @sleepymccoy @drlbonesmccoy

anonymous asked:

Regarding weight loss, what's your opinion on set point theory?

Set point theory, for those of you who haven’t heard of it, is the idea that your body knows how big/small it wants to be and there’s fuckall you can do about it because calorie counting won’t work because your body somehow hoards calories like a dragon sitting on a pile of gold.

It’s absolute horse shit.

Here’s the deal people: calorie counting works. Why does it work? Because your body can’t just manufacture calories out of thin air (and if yours can, see a doctor right away because both of you are going to be very rich.) If you eat less than you burn, you lose weight. If you eat more, you gain. This is a simple concept that actually works.

Your lifestyle has a set point, that I could buy. If you lead a sedentary lifestyle and spend your days ramming high-calorie foods down your gob then yeah,  you’re gonna gain weight. If you put the fucking fork down and get off your ass then yeah, you’re gonna lose weight.

Just ignore all the bullshit and remember: CALORIES IN, CALORIES OUT.

The rest is just B.S.

EDIT: To the anon that keeps calling me “fatphobic:” shut up. You’re an idiot, quit spamming my inbox. I’m not saying anything that isn’t true and I’m not jumping in anybody’s shit. Fuck off.

EDIT: revansholocron Weight loss works different in male and female individuals and there are female-specific disorders/illnesses that can make losing weight almost impossible. I believe what you’re saying works well for men, in my experience, but for women who want to lose weight it’s really not always effective.

OK so if you have a rare disease or a thyroid condition weight loss is more difficult or impossible without medication. I’ve said this before.

But as far as your assertion that men and women lose weight differently, you’re mistaken. PCOS - one of those diseases that make weight loss more difficult - doesn’t prevent it entirely and it’s completely possible to maintain a healthy weight, albeit perhaps with its own set of difficulties. For reference, it’s estimated that only 5-10% of women suffer from PCOS. Most women do not have a condition that prevents weight loss.

Men and women DO NOT lose weight differently under normal circumstances, however, since despite being different genders we’re pretty much the same. A caloric deficit leads to weight loss in both genders. Where would a woman get the extra calories needed to gain weight or prevent loss while following a diet and exercise regimen that would lead to weight loss? Osmosis? Photosynthesis? Chances are good if a woman is not losing weight it’s because her calories are greater than or equal to her daily energy expenditure. 

Here’s what I recommend for ANYBODY who wants to lose weight:

1) See a dietitian. Barring that for whatever reason, use a tool like myplate.gov or myfitnesspal to estimate how many calories you need during the day.

The last two choices are free.

2) Track your foods and the calories they bring. Everything. Eat a fistful of peanuts? Log it. 3 doritos? Log it. Eventually you won’t need to do this so much because you’ll develop good habits, but until you do? Log it. You can still have your favorite shit, but you can’t overdo it. Too much of a good thing and all. And despite what idiotic people and Tumblr posts will tell you, you can eat good on the cheap.

Tracking is free.

3) Increase your exercise. This is free. Go for a fucking walk or some damn thing. Pushups are free. Walking is free. Squats are free. You can find a lot of good body weight exercises and tips at https://www.reddit.com/r/bodyweightfitness/

Also free.

4) Remember that you won’t lose all the weight overnight. It took you how many years to get into the shape you’re in today? It’s a slow, gradual process. Sometimes the scale betrays you and you’ll hold a pound or two for a day or two but with a calorie deficit you’ll always end up losing in the long term.

This is also free.


By the by, I have a friend that I talk to almost on the daily. Since being set on the path of calorie deficits, she’s lost 46 pounds. This isn’t coincidence and this isn’t an isolated incident. Most of you reading this could achieve weight loss with a bit of preparation and a little more willpower than a hamster can muster.

nerdqueeniplier  asked:

okay so Crushes? When I first met my husband I was trying reeeaallly hard to come out of my shell. I had a HUGE crush on him and tried my hand at flirting. That night I went home and cried because I was sure that he wouldn't ever want to talk to me again. We will be married six years this year :) does that count as a crush story?

Awwww!!! But tbh flirting is something anybody can do, you can train your brain to do anything!
-Sydney