this is for you kayla :)

Class Buddies

She sat in class, her chin in the palm of her hands and stared at the board. She pressed her lips in a line trying to concentrate but she couldn’t. Before she can help herself her gaze stray to the left, near the door. Harry sits near the door, his back to her, books in front of him. He had transferred to Hillside High last year, and she was lucky enough to have a class with him. He was different, he hung out with the other crowd, the crowd she did not belong with, but he was nice. He was a sweetheart a smile always on his pink lips, a dimple on his cheek. 

Harry turned, looking over his shoulder to where she sat. His eyes met her for a split second, before he could smile or wave she quickly turned, her cheeks pink and warm. He turned back, sighing and slumping in his seat, he just wanted to gain her attention, but then he wasn’t sure where to go from there. He didn’t even know her name, no one really knew her name, she preferred to hang out in the back, to go unnoticed. 

The bell rang and Harry stood, he turned back to her. But she was already pushing through people and trying to get out of the room as fast as she cold. He wanted to call after her, but he didn’t even know what to call her.

Harry closed his locker, leaning against it, his backpack slumped on one shoulder, hand tightening around the black strap. He watched her, she was standing at her own locker, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then pulled out her text book. She opened her back pack, shoving it in and then zipping it up. 

She closed her locker, turning and looking at him. But he doesn’t turn, and she can’t find the strength to turn. His warm light eyes on her, a smile on his lips, a dimple on his cheek, she knew they weren’t the only two in the hall but she could swear he’s all she saw. He lifts his free hand, waving. She looks over her shoulder, trying to see if he was waving to someone else. She’s too nervous to wave back, scared it might not even be to her, so she turns and walks out the door.

“Today I’m handing out the group project,” Mr. Brown said, standing at the front of the class, “you’ll have until next Tuesday to hand it in. Please do not hand it in late, points will be deducted and no one wants that.”

“Can we pick our partners?” A girl asked. 

“I find that when that happens nothing gets done, so no,” Mr. Brown shakes his head, “it’s not the end of the world.”

“Let’s see, Mark and Kayla, Ben and Jack, Y/N and Harry, Jason and Lila,” he reads. 

Y/N gathers her books, standing and walking to the boy she had always found herself staring at. She takes the seat next to him, staring at the paper that was handed to her. 

“I’m Harry,” Harry speaks up, his voice is much deeper than she expected, she looks up, her cheeks feel warm. 

“Y/N,” she says, her soft voice just above a whisper. 

“Do you want to work on this after school?” He asked, giving her the same smile he gave everyone. 

“Sure, my place is open to study,” she offered. 

The bell rings again and she stands, “I was waving to you by the way,” Harry says, before sliding his bag over his shoulder and walking out. 

“Hello,” Her mother greets, opening the door for Harry, “Y/N is downstairs already, go ahead and join her, I made some snacks for you kids. Oh I’m just so happy she finally has a friend over.” The women who looks like a much older version of Y/N smiled.

“Thank you,” Harry says, walking down to the basement. 

He can softly hear a song playing, “I give her all my love, that’s what I do,” a man’s voice filled the room. The Beatles, Harry had and will always love them. He peeks in, seeing her sitting on the white carpet, book and notes sprawled out next to her, her laptop on her lap. She has her lips wrapped around a straw, sipping on the smoothie her mother had just made. 

“I love this song,” Harry says, making her look away from the screen in front of her, “my mum plays it all the time.”

“My dad used to sing it to me,” she says, setting the cup on the ground besides her, “my mom made a banana smoothie and a fruit salad.”

“That’s very nice of her,” Harry says.

“She’s cool,” Y/N says.

Harry sits and the two start working, the only noise is the music coming from her laptop. Every once and a while she would hum along, causing Harry to look up, she would quickly stop, the heat rising to her cheeks once more. 

“You didn’t wave back,” Harry finally speaks, “why?”

“I didn’t know if it was to me,” she shrugs, not looking up from her paper. 

He drops the subject, looking back at his paper. Harry peers up, watching as she has her pen in between her lips, moving her flash cards around. She’s completely focused on the project. But he can’t help and admire her, he loves the way her hair is pulled up in a pony tail, a couple of strands of hair falling to frame her face.

“You’re pretty,” Harry blurts out, his cheeks becoming a darker shade and he turns away. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, blushing. 

Harry had spent the week at her house, today was his last day. He had practiced at home, in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what he was going to say, how he was going to say it. 

“Y/N would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Y/N, go out with me-no that’s too demanding.”

“Hey, Y/N, you look great, dinner, you, me, Thorns, tomorrow night.”

“Y/N, baby, dinner?”

Harry shook his head, “come one Harry you’ve done this before,” he whispered to himself.

Harry made his way to the furnished basement where Y/N sat, eating some popcorn, she turned, looking over her shoulder, “oh I just finished it last night after you left, so we are done,” she says. 

Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, he was not expecting that, “so we are done?”

She nods, “well are you uh-well are you-are you free?” he asked, “well I mean I know you’re free-I mean like are you busy right now?”

She giggled at his rambling, “yeah I’m free.”

“Well I was thinking-and you can like say no or whatever-uhm-well-I was just wondering-would you be up for like-going out with me-on a -well a date?” he asked, looking at his feet. 

Y/N sat up, her eyes wide, “me?”

“Yeah,” Harry says, “you.”

He looks up to see a smile on her face, “yeah, yeah I would like that.”


Koi,Navy and Toby’s university roommates ( you can spot Royal Prince Manpei there and Noa Rhodes-Pineberry - also huge thank you to grimhatesdeathflowers  for making a sim for me! <3 ). Some of the other sims used are Lo by sims3melancholic and Kayla by..???


i finally made it through the tag yeet
apologies for being gone for a bit and all!
we had the hospital scare with my mom, who was brought home on friday night, and then we headed out to the lake on saturday ☺️ and then, to top it off, i had my birthday yesterday!
buuuut i am now home again, which means the blog will return to being active as per usual cx
{thank you to the following people who said happy birthday: @ask-sadisticdark, @sylveondreams, @apparentlyabear, @bunnyangelword, @sunnydays06, @violet-my-ae, @jiminy-krispies, @tinam-ut, @mockingjaysinger, @the-crankiest-crew, @incredible-introvert, @oliver-the-doll, @italianmarkiplier, @yukineko-kitty-chan}

@roxsolway progress using my #bbg program!! She says “ I know this is going to be a news flash to a small minority of people but guess what, your right the before and after is different… because no before and after is exactly the same, with the exact same lighting, the exact same pose, the exact same clothing… Because #BBG before and afters are REAL, every day girls who are working hard to achieve goals and aren’t worrying about what clothes they are wearing or what pose they are doing, lighting ect. And let’s be honest no girl in an after photo is the exact same girl as she was in her before photo! No, we are much happier, stronger, confident and proud of our progress. And guess what… you can’t fake fitness, you can’t fake progress and you can’t fake that over whelming feeling of joy and accomplishment when you smash a @kayla_itsines workout 💪🏼😜”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, on instagram is an account named kayla_darktale, and she always posts your stuff. And I think that's not a problem, but she puts her on watermark on your posts. Do I need to contact her about it, or are you fine with it?

someone already told me about that (im not sure if it was the same person tho) and they wrote to this acc and they said they’ll stop posting my stuff with their watermark. but if it’s still happening then please can someone contact them? im fine with them posting my stuff but as long as they give credit and dont watermark it as their own !!

Late Gotham Live Blog

** Selina coming to kill Fake!Bruce is my


** Why be anyone else whenever you can be Alfred Pennyworth?

** I’m getting a Winter Soldier vibe from Barnes. Can’t be ironic his last name is Barnes. 😂😂

** “You think he’s still alive?”
“My boy is still alive!”

** Nygmobblepot literally bicker like a couple. I don’t even ship them. But they bicker like a couple.
- Side note: I love Robin Lord Taylor. 😩❤️😍

** One of the prime reasons I admire Ben McKenzie and his acting is because he’s one of the few people I’ve seen on TV that uses his entire face to act. It’s priceless. 🤣

** The Mad Hatters hat is made of newspaper. Newspaper. Side note - I LOVE THE GUY WHO PLAYS HIM. HE’S A PERFECT LUNATIC.

** “If I’m gonna die, I’m want to die wearing that. One soldier to another.”

** Harvey Bullock is the pride of this show. Everything he does is SO HILARIOUS IT HAS ME IN TEARS

** Best friends who murder together, then proceed to murder each other.


** good GRIEF Katherine is pathetic HOLY CRAP HE DECAPITATED HER!!!!

** “You know what, Captain? This place is a church. It’s mine.”


Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want to mess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do I have the challenge for you!

Welcome to the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge, a ten generation legacy with a focus on bright colors and new experiences.

Basic Rules:

  1. Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke)
  2. The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.
  3. Money cheats can be used, but not excessively. Suggestion: use freerealestate for your first home, but no cheats afterward.
  4. You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.
  5. Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.
  6. Keep the lifespan on normal.
  7. If you play this challenge and want to share it with us, go ahead and post with #notsoberry so we can see!

My good friend @alwaysimming​ and I kind of created this challenge on accident, but I think it turned out pretty great. We wanted to make something that forced us to play with parts of the game we’ve never explored before. Hopefully you’ll have fun too. You can follow our gameplay on @mintiphresh​ and @lea-fey​ (pronounced “minty fresh” and “leafy”)!

Keep reading

The night starts with a big, spicy Philly cheese steak. It’s about 6pm. I’ve been wanting to try the cheese steak from this corny, 50’s retro place for a long time. I gobble down the big greasy bowl of meat, hot sauce, and cheese, then head to the coffee shop for my weekly draw group. A little after I get home, about 10pm, a stomach ache comes on. “Damn, guess spicy foods are out.” I’ve been getting stomach aches every time I have spicy Thai or hot wings. I google search about spice pain- possible stomach ulcer? “I guess I have been stressed lately, but no more than usual I don’t think…” File under “Will investigate further later.“ According to the comments on this health website, a glass of milk will help. Gulp one down, go to bed.

Wrestle to sleep for about an hour. Realize the ache is just over the required pain threshold to keep you from sleeping. Do some work on my comic, more tired, but stomach worse. Will play batman until I fall asleep. I feel like I’m just running in circles… How many times have I failed this mission? Batman, batman, stomach now hurts too bad to enjoy an active task like video games. Deliriously tired. Would be great to sleep through the rest of this abdominal temper tantrum. Try the old “hot shower will make you sleep” trick. Take some Pepto-Bismol, and some generic acetaminophen. Out of the shower, hurts to walk around now, and to lie down. Guess I’ll have to wait it out with my eyes open. Call and leave my Doc a message, maybe will get a spot in there tomorrow. Need to get that ulcer discovered… Time to enjoy a passive task like watching TV. Breaking Bad feels like the right mixture of funny and painful, just like me and my burning spice belly. Damn, I can’t even enjoy that part where during Hank’s interrogation of that meth head, Wendy, she accuses Hank of trying to buy sexual services from her on behalf of an underage “football player” (a misunderstanding involving Walter Jr. from a few episodes before). Oh hell. Time to look up what time emergency medical clinics open. Guess I’ll have to pay out of pocket since I can’t wait for my Doc tomorrow.  It’s about 4am now. Earliest clinic opens at 8. Now hungry again, but can’t eat what with all the pain. One hour down. Man, this is really starting to hurt. Can I really wait 3 more hours? Sitting is starting to hurt as much as lying and standing. And I’m still not enjoying TV. Okay, I’ve come to a decision…. 

“Hey, Kayla, my stomach still hurts, I’m thinking about driving to the ER, do you wanna come?” “Oh! Ya, sure. What time is it?” “It’s 5:30”. I  call the hospital “Hey, I’ve had a pretty bad stomach ache all night, I’m thinking of coming by.” Operator: *long pause* “Haha, well, okay! We’re open all night, so just come on in.” 

Driving with a stomach ache is not so bad, because you’re already hunched over. Wish Kayla could drive, but she doesn’t really know how, probably would have a panic attack and would definitely crash. Interesting that they have ER parking, I wonder how many ER patients drive themselves here… All bodily positions hurt my insides now, signing in to this place sucks. Give Kayla half the paperwork to fill out, glad she’s here, or this would be really boring. Man, they sure take a long time for someone trying to get into an empty emergency room… Signing in with a nurse, she ask me my height and I say “ ‘5’’8”, but I notice she puts down “ ‘5’’7”… They want to look at my pee, they always want to see my pee. I pee, no blood, so whatever that tells them means I’m getting an ultrasound first. Then a young nurse named Ken, a cool Asian dude with screws through both ears, squirts so much morphine into my IV that I lean back and audibly say “oh my god.” I feel it ripple like a shock wave from my arm down to the ends of my body. My belly is feeling alright now. 

The ultrasound technician tells me that babies are the least common thing she uses ultrasounds for. My joke has fallen flat. Back in the room, the doctor and his manila folder tell me “Good news! No gallstones, there are kidney stones inside your kidneys, but since they are inside, you shouldn’t be feeling the pain from those.” “Wait, does that mean I have to pee those stones out at some poin–” It is not discussed again. Seeing that neither organ has the appropriate stones, Doc would “rather not expose me to more radiation than necessary” and is working on discharging me. But, “I won’t leave here without a diagnosis.” 

In I go to the CT scan tube. That hot squish of contrast dye spreading through my veins. “Okay, we’re moving you into a room upstairs.” Says a hippy technician. Upstairs in my sweet and swanky single with couch, a person I’m pretty sure is just a businessman disguised in medical scrubs types on a computer. He takes down my answers to what seem like pre-surgery questions. “Do you have anybody specific on file in the event you are medically unable to yield consent  for yourself?” This, combined fact that they won’t feed me, makes me wonder what it is I’m going into surgery for. I saw this same thing about a year and a half ago with the whole brain debacle, but that’s a story for another time. Several medical people dip in, sprinkle breadcrumbs of information; it’s like a game show challenge that combines a scavenger hunt with a jigsaw puzzle. You have to gather the pieces of information from their hiding places, then assemble them in the correct order to reveal an answer. A tech comes in and spoils the game, “You seem to have a lot of questions, so I just want to make sure, you know you have appendicitis right? We’re about to take it out.” “Thank god,” I think. “It’s not the spicy foods. Spicy foods are still in.” Downstairs, in pre-op, I complain to my plain-clothes surgeon about how analog tests like pressing on my stomach are remarkably inaccurate, since a doctor’s subjective interpretation of my poor description of say, “the pain is slightly higher” can rule out appendicitis, the same appendicitis that a machine might spot an hour later. I tell him that I almost got sent home. My surgeon tells me he’s been doing analogue tests for 30 years, and not to worry about it. I start to tell him how “my deadpan reaction to pain also causes a lot of people to misdiagnose me, that a lot of people laugh when I describe how I’m in pai–”, but he walks away in the middle to get dressed for surgery. The operating room has big TVs and lights, it looks like a set, and I consider the possibility of fake hospitals as the anesthesia takes the wheel.

In the recovery area, the nurse tells me how big, inflamed appendixes can be agitated by spicy foods, foods high in fat, and dense foods like heavy cheese. I see an image of a spotlit cheese steak appear in a black void. Nurse feeds me ice chips and tells me she craves ice chips when she’s dehydrated. I suggest that she only craves ice chips because she works in a hospital, that ice chips are too unsatisfying a thing to crave at random, and that most people would just crave water. She agrees. Back upstairs in my room, it is now 8pm, and it has been 26 hours since I’ve eaten. I’ve been hydrated only through IV’s. The driest mouth and the clearest pee. Because the lingering anesthetic can cause nausea and vomiting, they will only give me jello. I go nuts on the jello. They continue to give me every jello I ask for, one at a time, like a test. Way past where I though the cutoff point would be, the nurse tells me “That’s it! There’s no more jello! You ate all the jello on this floor.” You’re damn right I did, you’re damn right….

anonymous asked:

How do you make friends? I'm graduating high school in a few days and my only friend has a newborn baby and doesn't wanna hang out anymore. It's annoying because I've been out of school since Kayla got out and no one wants to hang out and I'm low key going crazy.

have you tried internet friends? theyll make u feel more sane 

I’m going to push you away,

I need you to stay,

but I wouldn’t blame you if you dont

—  God help me//kayla
All I Want in this life, is for someone to love, cherish, and speak about me the way Ed Sheeran sings about women. And the way John Green writes about a young teenage boy’s love for a beautiful girl.
—  Kayla Ross
Humans are odd

To jump into the whole humans are space oddities, imagine an aliens reaction to contacts.

Human Kayla had recently joined the ships crew, who all felt rather prepared. They got her a hamster and everything. And so, they go on for a good two weeks until Human Kayla says her contacts were irritating her.

So, of course, everyone is super freaked out because, “Human Kayla! What are these contacts you speak of? Are they part of your body?” and etc.

But then they watch her reach to her face and shove her finger onto her eye. And peel a bit of it off.

And now, of course, the aliens are terrified, because humans can casually peel the top part of their eye off if it hurt them, and it was once again time to update the intergalactic human manual.

important facts & quotes from hidden oracle reread #4 part one

i cited everything from the hardback edition bc im a nerd 

- page one apollo is already making pop culture references (1)

- meg is such a badass oh my g od (14)

- riodan does such a beautiful way of explaining things in this novels. awe-inspiring. mind blowing. example: “Her eyes glinted darkly like a crow’s. (I can make that comparison because I invented crows.)” (14-15) wow. beautiful. 

- so i understand this series is going to be about Apollo’s redemption and ~~~~finding himself~~~~ or w\e but JESUS PLEASE RICK you can’t just say “She [Meg] reminded me of the strays my sister was always adopting: dogs, panthers, homeless maidens, small dragons.” (15) WITHOUT PROVIDING SEVERAL BOOKS AS EXAMPLE FOR SAID SENTENCE all i want is a book focused on artemis and her army of small dragons and lesbians dear gods please 

- omfg can you just imagine sally having to go over to Percy’s room and having to tell him that the greek god of the sun apollo was there to see him omfg. imagine the salt. imagine both of them just groaning. imagine.

-”If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her [Sally Jackson] myself.” (30-31) l o l Sally is a middle aged married woman seven months pregnant and still bringing in the gods you go girl im proud of you

- Sally Jackson is one of the best characters in the entire series. citation: every riodan book ever even the non-pjo it’s a fact 

- i 10000% support the idea that percy gave apollo the led zeppelin shirt as a sneaky joke he’s so smart i love him so much

- “Percy laced his fingers. They were long and nimble.”(35) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- He [Percy] would have made an excellent musician.” (35) f u ck 

- literally all percy wants is to “stay alive” long enough to go to college, meet his baby sister, and see his mom get her book published my heart is broken for this boy (35-36)

- the return of the seven layer dip fuck me up (40)

- jfc that poor Prius it’s been through so much (52-54)

- page 67 and Percy’s already made two comic book references he’s such a canon nerd 

- “Cops love me almost as much as teachers do.” god Percy Jackson what are you doing to me

- apollo tried to order a pizza to CHB and honestly same (73)

- g o d will solace jfc wow

- we’re to assume Will’s a skier (his Okemo Mountain jacket & skiers tan) (82) and now i have to write the inevitable fic that comes out of this fact

- Will’s mom was a alt.-country singer from Austin, Texas (83) which wow and honestly makes the fact will is a horrible singer 1000% better

- yellow daises grow year-round in the Apollo cabin, and it smells like fresh linens and dried sage. (83)

- kayla is aiming for the olympics and honestly im so proud already 

- fact: any and all solangelo interaction have me crying into my book 

- “Will put his hand on Nico’s shoulder, ‘Nico, we need to have another talk about your people skills.’” lol this implies that they’ve had this talk before and im dying to hear it

- the Hermes kids are big fans of Rocky Horror Picture Show (95) and now i have to write a seperate list of headcanons for this fact

- speaking of, Apollo used to cosplay as Rocky bc why not. (95-96)

- listen i know im solangelo trash BUT - “Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.” im destroyed (110)

- “but if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen.” “it’s a mood disorder” “i cant control it” stfu nico u nerd u just want to sit with your boyfriend im dead (110)

- Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” death to goody-two-shoes will solace 2k17

- off topic but CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE CHIRON THO. like. this happens and will and nico are just standing there. in front of him. telling him they have to sit together OR NICO WILL JUST HAPPEN TO PUT CRACKS INTO HIS CAMP. just imagine. him staring at them. sighing. deciding not to fight this one. agreeing & watching them giggle away bc they’re so SNEAKY & now they can EAT TOGETHER WOW 

-   lol when Meg was going to town on the hot dogs and “Julia and Alice watched her with a mixture of fascination and horror.” (111)

- “Will and Nico exchanged a look that might have meant, here we go.” (112) okay im sorry im just sO GONE FOR LITTLE MOMENTS LIKE THIS I JUST WANT NICO TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IN HIS RELATIONSHIPS OKAY

- apollo refers to the seven as “the A-list” (112) same tho

- Jason, Piper, Coach Hedge, Mellie and baby Chuck are all in LA with Piper’s father like???? (113) THIS IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SEE? What’s the living arrangement? Is Jason living with Piper? OH GOD IS JASON LIVING WITH HEDGE AND MELLIE? DO THEY ALL LIVE IN SOME BIG PLACE PIPER’S DAD RENTED OUT???? do Piper and Jason babysit? do they have family dinners? how’s baby chuck doing??? how are they all adjusting to domestic life?? I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS ALL VERY IMPORTANT TO ME 

- lol nico’s just as pissed as eveRYONE IN THE FANDOM about Leo’s not-death and im living for it (113)

- also nico carries around Leo’s lil ‘IM ALIVE LOL’ letter\hologram\thing? like i get it was completely for the plot but?????? “i look at it whenever i want to get angry” (114) like ok nico u lil bean whatever u say u little emo shit

- apollo’s little ‘lol when u have a headache in olympus hephaestus just cracks open your skull and removes whatever brain god\dess u just birthed up lol it’s so much easier ugh’ (116) w h a t t h e f u c k 

- fact: harley is adorable no citation needed

- also you’re telling me chiron, basically as old as time itself tbh, doesn’t speak portuguese? k (120)

- “i am merely assessing how well paolo’s arms are functioning after surgery” (120) those are some big words william u nervous or something??

- “hmph” - nico di angelo, 2016 (120) 

- this isn’t really important but there’s a satyr named herbert and he’s my new favorite character sorry i dont make the rules (124)

- ok so there’s an unnamed random camper who mutters in Italian (127) and now i’ve got the BIGGEST headcanon that this random girl and Nico (omg maybe a few others????) meet a few times a month just to rant to each other in Italian so none of them get sloppy with the language and u g h im such a bitch for nico di angelo frienships

- “A boy in the crowd gasped, ‘she’s a communist!’” (127) i fucking hate this book omfg

i’ll do more later in order to mentally prepare myself for the dark prophecy but it’s 3 am and im tired