this is going to be me tomorrow though

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@forthedingoes @wolfdogeducation i thought you guys might enjoy these!

this is my dad, he’s fire and rescue on Hamilton Island (the whitsundays) and because of the cyclone, he got to go and pick up the two dingoes from the wildlife park and take them to a keeper’s house! he’s gonna find out their names for me tomorrow.

they’re apparently super friendly and outgoing since they see people all day every day and were born in captivity! but most dingoes, even in captivity, aren’t like this. if you see one, leave it be, even at a zoo. most are not this outgoing. needless to say, though, my dad was very excited to get to spend time with Australia’s most taxonomically debated species.

// apparently in our exhausted tesco trawl yesterday, we managed to buy two packets of pate but nothing to put it on.

normal person: i’m going to nip out for a baguette.

me: time to bake.

several things happened at once. the car was too hot and the windows were fogging and you were singing along to the music. in my hands were cheddar chips you’d bought me because they’re my favorite and in the back was a bottle of wine. you glanced over at me and grinned and i realized: this is what home felt like. somewhere alongside the highway going seventy-five and screaming the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody and stuffing our faces. this is what it felt like to belong to a space, even if the whole frame of your car rattles and there’s a stain on the ceiling and i get road rage for you. it just fit for a second. like even though my brain is still screaming about what i need to get done and there’s a lot to do when morning comes, for a moment: it was all okay. it was okay and tomorrow would come. just you and me and the yellowing light of the setting sun. and it was okay. okay. just us.

Linn: Who took my grandis? (norwegian frozen pizza)
Eskild: Not me
Isak: It was me, had to fix some food
I’ll transfer money to you Linn. Sorry
Linn: Ok, hows Even doing?
Eskild: Hows Even doing?
Owe me a cold coke with icecubes Linn
Isak: Better, I think. Or it seemed like it was going better earlier. I don’t freaking know. He’s sleeping right now. But I texted Sonja and she said he usually sleeps when he’s depressed. So, yeah. But he ate a half grandis though. That’s good.
Linn: Huh I don’t owe you a coke? From when?
Eskild: Aww <3 Isak. Who’d imagined that there’s so much care in that little grumpy teenage body of yours.
Isak: Whatever.
Eskild: It’s just a saying Linn
Isak: But what are you doing tomorrow?
I’m fucked with the 10% (absence limit) and have to go to school. But I don’t want Even to be here alone.
Eskild: I’m home until 14 tomorrow, when are you finished at school?
Isak: 1530 
Noora: I’ll be home around one, so I can take over when Eskild leaves.
Isak: Thank you
Eskild: I can set up a “guard plan” for the week. Tell me your wishes and needs.
Noora do you have exel on your computer?
Isak: Not sure he’ll stay the whole week.
Linn: Why doesn’t he wanna go home?
Isak: He might head home, but is it OK for you guys if he’d like to stay here?
Eskild: Yes, where there’s room there’s hearts
Noora: Ofc
Eskild: Where it’s house there’s heartroom
Linn: Where there’s heartroom there’s houseroom. (norwegian saying)

warm and soft like a fireplace….a heith….

I don’t know what’s going to happen
This time tomorrow
Or next week
Or next month 
Or next year. 
But I do know that you’re my favorite conversation to have;
You’re the wick in my candle
Because without you I cannot burn.

I can’t stay here, though.
If I stay in this town, I swear to you,
My mistakes are going to eat me alive.
You deserve better than a breathing corpse.

anonymous asked:

My ex-boyfriend (who broke up with me) is mad because I don't want to be friends, My best friend bailed on me even tho I haven't seen him in 2 months, I failed a chem test, an ASL test and an English Socratic Seminar today and I have to go to school tomorrow. It's been a hectic day. If you have the time (and energy def don't feel pressured!!) I'd love a hurt/comfort Stucky or Stony fic please (or Bucky/Steve/Tony)

that is a huge pile of shitty anon, i’m sorry!

“All right, Iron Man, back in the air,” Steve calls and Tony does a silly salute even though he doesn’t think Steve can see him from where he is.

“Upsie daisy,” he calls in return. He’s barely lifted off when something hits him in the right thigh with a loud crunch. Pain spikes all the way down to his toes and up into his hip. The shock knocks him off kilter. He cries out, but it’s more out of shock than anything.

“Tony?!” he hears someone yell, but the view on the HUD is spinning and that’s more important than whoever’s yelling at him.

“Sir, you’ve taken a hit—”

No shit!” Tony yells back breathlessly.

Keep reading

The New Day’s got your back Seth! Hopefully their power of positivity will help him have a speedy recovery! If not, they better wheel Seth to Wrestlemania so he can beat up Triple H with a crutch.

After they make a quick stop at Trip’s house though.

A Week in the Life of a Choices Fan

Monday - Only got till Wednesday! I’ll make it through… right?

Tuesday - Oh god it’s tomorrow I don’t know how I’m going to make it

Wednesday - Reloads the entire day waiting for the chapters. Then freaks out.

Thursday - *only thinks of new things that happened*

Friday - *comes up with so many conspiracy theories*

Saturday - Starting to think I can’t make it to Wednesday again

Sunday - Slightly impatient with too much free time and nothing new to freak out over

*repeat cycle perpetually*

2NE1 - GOODBYE [ENG TRANS]!

(A&C: J Gramm & Rook Monroe | L: CL & Oh Hyuk)

[CL] Don’t Go
Don’t say you’ll leave me here
Don’t leave me in this memory
Don’t look look at my eyes
that cannot hold onto you
Just don’t go

[CL] Don’t be fooled
Don’t give into the temptation
Not everything lasts forever
When winter passes, spring follows,
you know that
Just don’t go

[DARA] When today passes
it feels like tomorrow will be different
Will I be able to go on without you?

[CL] Goodbye until the day we meet again
Goodbye until the day we meet again
Does anyone know?
Does anyone know…
How it makes me feel?
Goodbye until the day we meet again
Oh
Goodbye
Goodbye

[BOM] Don’t trust
Don’t trust the broken stories
Don’t lose faith
The promises we made together come to mind
Tears are falling down
Don’t forget
Even if things get rough, it will be okay
Come fine me when you need someone to lean on
Even though I cannot stay forever with you
It’s okay just for a while

[DARA] When today passes
it feels like tomorrow will be different
Will I be able to go on without you?

[BOM] Goodbye until the day we meet again
Goodbye until the day we meet again
Does anyone know?
Does anyone know…
How it makes me feel?
Goodbye until the day we meet again
Goodbye
Oh

[CL] Goodbye until the day we meet again
Goodbye until the day we meet again

[BOM] NO.
Goodbye
Goodbye

Translated by: YG Entertainment

Sleeping In

Anonymous requested a day off with Spencer :)


“Spencer,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. He’d fallen asleep in the car on the way home and, while he looked incredibly peaceful and I hated to wake him, we’d arrived and I had no choice. He blinked owlishly up at me and I smiled slightly. 

“Come on, sleepyhead, let’s get upstairs and go to bed,” I said softly. He nodded slowly and followed me, tangling his fingers up with mine as we went inside. In the elevator on the way upstairs, he yawned and leaned his head on my shoulder, even though he had to slump down against the wall to be low enough. I chuckled lightly and kissed his head. 

“Why am I so sleepy?” he groaned. 

“It’s been a rough week, Spence,” I replied softly as I unlocked our door. “You and I both need this day off tomorrow.” 

“Mmhmm,” he agreed, and I smiled as he shed his shirt and pants and shoes, not even bothering to put on pajamas before he crawled into our bed in just his mismatched socks and underwear. 

By the time I had changed and made sure everything was in order in the house, Spencer was sound asleep. He barely stirred when I crawled into bed beside him, curling close to his chest. 


As sunlight streamed through the curtains in our bedroom, I turned to look at my husband, sleeping soundly, his skin warm and his curls a mess. I gently leaned in and kissed his forehead and he stirred slightly, blinking his eyes as he awoke and smiled at me sleepily. 

“Morning,” he said, his voice warm and scratchy with sleep. 

“Good morning,” I murmured. I was moving to get out of the bed, but Spencer reached out and wrapped his long fingers imploringly around my wrist. I glanced back and found pleading eyes. 

“Don’t,” he begged. “We don’t have to go anywhere today, (Y/N), just stay with me.” 

“Aren’t you hungry?” I laughed. He shook his head. 

“No. I just want to snuggle with you,” he replied and I smiled. The man who once had refused to even shake my hand, and now all he wanted to do was cuddle with me. I couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes, though, and I settled back into the warm sheets as Spencer pulled me close to him, his body a comforting weight in the mattress. 

“You good?” he asked, his breath brushing the skin on my cheek as it washed over my ear. I nodded contentedly as he held me close. 

“You?” I asked. 

“Perfect,” he sighed. 

We didn’t get out of bed until almost noon, when we went into the kitchen and made waffles. We moved around our kitchen with a practiced ease that came from the comfort and familiarity we had with each other. We sat down across from each other to eat, laughing and talking about nothing important. 

“Hey, you want to do something fun?” he asked. I looked at him, feigning suspicion. 

“Depends on your definition of ‘fun’, Dr.Reid,” I teased. 

“Want to build a fort?” he asked. I laughed and nodded my head. 

“Yes,” I replied. “That is my kind of fun.” 

An hour later, with Spencer’s equations and my creativity, we had build a blanket fort worthy of awards, which stretched out over all the living room furniture, which had been rearranged in such a way that would allow for maximum space and comfort. The blankets we hadn’t used to build the fort were piled inside, along with a battery-operated lamp and all of our spare pillows. We’d laid down our sleeping bags as well, and the result of it all was a relatively large and comfortable, cozy space big enough for the two of us to curl up together. Eager and excited, we crawled into the fort on our knees. When we got inside, I noticed Spencer rubbing his knee and shot him a concerned look. I replaced his hand with mine when he pulled away, putting light pressure on the joint. 

“You okay?” I asked. He nodded and gave me a small smile. 

“Still hurts sometimes,” he explained. “I’m good, though.” 

“Maybe you’re just getting old,” I teased, and he stared at me for a moment, a mischievous look in his hazel eyes. 

“You’re going to pay for that one, Mrs.Reid,” he warned, and picked up a pillow, which he used to hit me. I laughed and picked up a pillow of my own, returning the blow. Soon, we were both laughing and shrieking as we hit one another with the pillows we’d stocked our fort with. After a while, I flopped breathlessly onto his chest and he laughed. 

As I rolled off of him, my foot caught one of the blankets and it fell down on top of us. 

“You tore down our roof!” he said, his voice muffled by the blanket. I giggled and burrowed under it until I was face to face with my husband. I smiled slightly and leaned in to press my lips to his, watching his lashes flutter closed, tasting the sweetness of the cream he’d used on his waffles that lingered on his lips. 

“Then I guess we’ll have to rebuild,” I murmured. 

“Mmm, maybe later,” he replied, and I laughed as he flipped me over so that he was lying on top of me and kissed me again.

I decided he was right- the fort could wait. 

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[11.01.2017, 22:26] some food and nutrition notes in preparation for my test tomorrow [ft stabilo and steadler tiplus fineliners ] as well as some English lit notes (The Merchant of Venice). I still have more history revision to do before i go to sleep bc i started studying late :/
Kind of hyper though bc I’m listening to the Moana soundtrack whooo

I scanned in my food and nutrition notes but they came out a weird colour [?] My title is inspired by @islandstudies !!! Her notes are really informative and v nice to look at :) Also the paper I used was the ‘gradient notes’ by @ennui-for-me [i printed a whole stack of them so I’ll probs be using it religiously from now on] go check their blogs out !!!!
[day 11/100]

Not Home Enough; Part One

[Pairing; AJ Styles X Reader]


    Five years, we’ve been married, now. Of course we’ve had our up’s and down’s, with the distance and all.. It does get lonely, I will admit. It’s okay, though. I knew I’d have to go to seeing him once ever week or two, instead of every night like I had wished. It didn’t make me love him any less, he’s still my husband.. and my husband comes home tomorrow. I thought to myself, smiling at the reminder.


    The twist and turn of the front door gave it away. AJ. “Babe! Babe, babe! I’m coming, I’m coming!” I shouted, echoing through the foyer as I raced to the knob. The door swung open, granting my wish. “Well, hi there.” AJ’s southern drawl pulled at me, with open arms and a warm laugh. I jumped to my husband’s chest, clinging on him with excitement- instantly connecting my lips to his. He dropped his bag and kicked the door shut, wrapping his arms around me.

    In a second, I felt the cool of the hallway’s wall chill my back. AJ pulled back for a brief moment, only to latch his hungry teeth into my neck. “Baby, wait.” I chuckled, slapping away his greedy hands. “Let’s eat first, I know you’re tired.” I delayed his urge, kissing his nose. “I just missed you..” He stated, warming my heart. AJ set me to my feet, and my hands fell to his. Bare. “Al.. Where’s your.. band?” Looking down, I asked- cradling his left hand in my palm.

    His throat throbbed, and he cleared his airway- looking down to his hand, too. “It’s in the bag, sweetness.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss my forehead. He finally smiled again, and finished his statement. “I don’t wrestle with it on, and I was in such a hurry to get home to all of this..” He wrapped his arms around my waist again, resting his hands on my ass- giving one cheek a light squeeze. “..that I just.. didn’t even.. think about putting it back on.” AJ wrapped it up, kissing me again. I slipped my hand up his chest, stopping on his collar bone. “Let’s eat.”


    “Fuck, AJ! Yes!” I screamed out into our bedroom. AJ’s hips snapped into mine, and both of his hands were occupied. One snaked around my throat while the other held onto the top of the headboard. Kids weren’t anywhere in the near future for us, but I could tell that it was the last thing he was worried about with the need he had in his orbs, and the lack of protection. His thick, throbbing cock forced deeper and deeper inside of my cunt with each thrust he gave.

     “Good God, I am not home enough.. I missed this pussy, baby.” AJ croaked, squeezing slightly tighter- shoving me closer and closer to my ecstasy. “It’s all yours. Only yours.”  I heaved, and dared to suck my bottom lip through my teeth- knowing it was his favorite. “Ah, (Y/N).. Shit!” AJ yelled, slamming both hands to my hips- holding me completely still. “Ah… Fuck.. Fu..” He could only trail, through his breathing and spilling. AJ spilled, too.

      He collapsed, falling on top of me. “Holy shit..” AJ tried, still not stable. It took him a few seconds or so, but he finally lifted his head. He reached up, to swipe a mixture of sweat and hair from my forehead. I laughed at the gesture, and he smiled. “I’ll be right back.” AJ said, kissing my breastbone before pulling out and moving to the bathroom.


    Ding.

     My head snapped to the bedside table, and even more so his phone that was lit up. I huffed, rolling over the covers. Probably Karl.. asking if he had already got it in with me, or something else along the lines. “Let’s see here..” I whispered, snagging the phone from the surface. The brightness was an instant regret, screaming at my pupils.

     “Just got in, and I hope that you’re not yet. Phenomenal is right, oh my God. I can’t believe I had to wait that long to find out.” The message read, followed by a winking emoji. “John has no idea. Can’t wait to see you ag..” was all I could skim.

      “..(Y/N)..”