this was as close as i could come to op's post

anonymous asked:

i'm weeping at ur tags "matt: i dare u to eat this shiro: hell yeah i missed breakfast this morning" like???? these boys r iconic thank you

LISTEN the idea of these two being Stereotypical Bros is so goddamn funny to me………….. ‘Two Best Bros Go On The Nerd Field Trip Of A Lifetime, What Happens Next Will Break Your Heart </3′

  • Where’s that one post where op was like ‘Matt and Shiro spent the entire trip to Kerberos coming up with a wicked long handshake’ because that is just…… so real lmfao
  • As part of their astronaut training they went to the gym a lot together but they never actually… got anything done.
    • Matt tries to photobomb all of Shiro’s pre/post workout selfies
    • That, or he’ll take a selfie of Shiro taking a selfie
  • They have Keith’s gym workout schedule memorized and sometimes they’ll show up before he does in matching neon pink/green vaguely-80s style workout clothes. I’m talking the leg warmers, the shorts and black leggings, the headbands. Keith legitimately thinks they always work out wearing these clothes.
    • They always offer him a third matching headband. He declines every time, but they know they’re wearing him down.
  • Matt & Shiro are constantly trying to set up playdates for Pidge and Keith because they want their antisocial little siblings to actually like. Talk to someone who isn’t part of their family. Of course, all these plans immediately fall through because Pidge and Keith are Antisocial Little Siblings.
  • One time during the first three months of their friendship they were trying to escape out a window and Shiro got fucking stuck. They got caught, but not because of Shiro’s bigass shoulders. It’s because Matt went to take a selfie and he accidentally had the flash on.
  • On that note, Matt’s automatic response is to take a selfie every time something happens to Shiro.
  • One time Shiro went to pour cheese on his pasta, only to accidentally dump the entire container on his lunch because some asshole loosened all the lids. Matt has photos of it all; dramatic close-up shots of the mountain of mozzarella, Shiro’s shocked and bewildered face, and a ten-second video clip of Shiro trying to dump some of his cheese onto Keith’s plate. 
  • Matt & Shiro are the classmates who always seem to be returning from off-campus, only it’s doubly bewildering because the Garrison is in the desert?? There’s literally nothing around for miles??? Where are they even going
  • Shiro could not cook to save his fucking life, and Matt’s cooking is… dubious at best. Like, it’s not bad. As Matt will tell anyone, cooking is technically just science, and he is a science whiz. And it tastes okay. He followed all the directions perfectly. But there’s just something.. slightly off. Like you’ll eat it, but you won’t ask for seconds.
    • Shiro insists it’s because Matt doesn’t cook with enough heart, Matt replies that Shiro must be the devil himself since his food always comes out black and disgusting.
Yuri on Ice 2017/02/11 all night event report

I’m back from the event and I’ll write a report before going to sleep, mostly because I’m sure I will not be able to decipher my scribbles when I wake up… It’s not the full talk show since you can’t record it and also I couldn’t possibly write down everything, but I tried to take note of most things, especially stuff that has never been mentioned elsewhere. In the end it became quite long so I guess I was able to get most of the stuff down…

Needless to say it’s my notes, so other people might write about parts I omitted, etc. To be honest quite a few of the things they said especially in the beginning, like what the seiyuu think about their characters, is something I’ve read so many times in interviews that I could almost answer in their place, lol… I was a bit disappointed that one of the questions that was answered is the one about Chris’ mysterious acquaintance, because actually Kubo answered that in Pash already (it’s in the Q&A part I’ll be translating later), and I hoped they would feature questions about stuff that hasn’t been explained yet. Well I guess not everybody reads interviews, but still…

Due to the format of the report you can find my comments here and there, mostly in brackets.
Under the cut because it’s long.

I forgot to mention something important: the ones participating in the talk show were Mitsurou Kubo, Toshiyuki Toyonaga (Yuuri), Junichi Suwabe (Victor), Kouki Uchiyama (Yurio).

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Okay, so here’s a recollection of the best day of my fandom life? #ECCC

I’m usually just here to make short, dumb, spazzy comments, so bear with me, because this will probably be long. However, I’ll try not to be too repetitive and remember the interesting parts. ;) Apologies if the pics are effing huge. I don’t do this posting thing - ever. hahah

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stargazer606  asked:

Finally! Could you do reactions of RFA+v and saeran going to a con with MC. And she is a super hardcore cosplayer.

~No prob! I’ve never been to a con so I apologize for not being super knowledgeable on this but I will try my best…^^;;


Yoosung

  • He actually wants to dress up, too!
  • He goes as a LOLOL character
  • Has been helping you put together a great cosplay
  • Feels super proud to walk around in your outfits together
  • Freaks out happily if someone wants to take a photo of him
  • He feels like a real warrior that day
  • Is low-key getting protective of you when guys ask to take a picture with you
  • Will be holding you close and holding your hand for the remainder of the con
  • You both end up making a ton of friends and just having a blast

Jumin

  • What is a…con?
  • He is so confused
  • Ends up going with you but has body guards surrounding you at all times
  • You’re trying to get him to relax because people want photographs and stuff and slowly he eases up and lets people near you
  • Asking what everything is
  • Which is exhausting
    • “Who is this character, who is that? What are they supposed to be? Is this edible? MC come here and explain what these people are doing. Are these valuable?”
  • Buying all the things
  • Decided that he wants to put on his own con
  • For cats
  • The money will go to animal shelters and to help feed cats

Zen

  • He’s heard of this before
    • “Sounds fun!”
  • As long as your cosplay isn’t too provocative
  • He doesn’t want men staring at you!
  • You guys actually come across some people cosplaying as him!
  • He is so flattered~
  • Ends up taking pictures with them and posting it online
  • He loves it!
  • One girl asks to get a photo and then says “great Zen cosplay” like she didn’t even realize it was actually him
  • He is so proud of your outfit honestly and taking a zillion pictures of you all around the event
  • He would definitely do this again

Jaehee

  • She really isn’t into the idea at first
  • Until she remembers all of the Zen merch she could find there
  • Loves your cosplay as well but honestly she is zooming off to find merch the minute you get there
  • She’s got so much stuff by the end of the day
  • Takes photos with Zen cosplayers
  • Overall, when you met back up, she expressed that she did in fact have a lot of fun
  • And she actually wants to do this again
    • “Maybe you can help me with a costume, too?”

Saeyoung

  • He’s super into this
  • He will be just as hardcore as you are and also dress up
  • But also would have a merch booth selling models and stuff he created
  • Just the coolest stuff ever
  • He makes a killing, money wise
    • “More money for my baby and my baby cars!”
  • Would get in on all of the crazy antics that go on
  • Straight up running around with you
  • Taking video of everyone he pranks there and posting it
  • Screams for you when you win the cosplay contest
  • Has possibly created a whole website dedicated to you and your cosplays

V

  • He is actually very involved and excited
  • As long as it makes you happy, he will be there for you!
  • Thinks that you are amazing
  • Starts to research and understand cosplay etc
  • Though he isn’t completely unfamiliar with it, he’s done a few shoots for people in their costumes
  • Just excited for all of the photo ops
  • Glued behind his camera the whole time
  • Mostly taking pictures of you but also of all the other cool cosplays he comes across!
  • People start asking for his card so they can hire him
  • It was a really fruitful evening for you guys!

Saeran

  • If it’s something you’re into…
  • Low-key stoked, he loves this shit
  • Will cosplay as a villain
  • Scaring kids that are there at the con if he gets the chance
  • Won’t get out of photos that people are trying to take of you
    • “Hey, I just want MC, can you step aside?…”
    • “No.”
  • Drags you around the merch tables
  • Freaks out when he finds stuff he is into and ends up buying a good amount
  • Gets tired of the crowds and enjoys sitting at the panels while he eats candy and relaxes for a bit
    • Every time you pass another cosplayer:
      • “Your outfit is way better than that..Tch…”
Wolf Creek (Part 1)

Cowboy!Steve x Reader AU

Summary – You and Steve were supposed to have spent the rest of your lives together, but lies and betrayal tore you apart.  A family tragedy forces you to leave your life in the city and return to the Montana ranch you used to call home. Can you and Steve forget the past and find love again?

Warnings – Surgery, death, sadness

Word Count – 1,748

Notes – I’m going in a completely different direction with this fic than I ever had before.  This is an AU fic that isn’t based on a movie, or a book, it’s purely from my own imagination, and it’s basically my version of a romance novel.  Well. . .there are a few characters at the beginning that some of you may recognize!! Steve won’t come into the story until the next part, or maybe part 3, but he’ll definitely make an entrance!  I’m so excited for a bearded Steve Rogers, in boots and a cowboy hat, sitting on a horse!!!  The OC in this story, Mr. Frampton is based off a patient I had when I was a nurse.  He was a very dear, sweet old man, and I think about him often, may he rest in peace.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!  As always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

 Seattle 

The over-sized light above your head beat down on the back of your neck, the heat emanating from it forming small beads of sweat that ran down your back as you leaned over the man laying before you.  When most people said that they had someone’s heart in their hands, they were referring to love.  For you it was a little different.  When you said you had a man’s heart in your hands, you literally had his heart in your hands.

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anonymous asked:

Could you please write your essay on the zutara, kataang and maiko analysis? I would like to hear what you have to say...

Yes! Okay so I recently reblogged this post about Yin and Yang and how Zutara does not represent it, but Mai/ko and Kat/aang do. As I said in my tags, as a zutara shipper I do have a lot of thoughts on the interpretations of these three ships written in this post. 

The interesting thing about this anti zutara analysis and the reason I reblogged it is that I almost completely agree with everything said about zutara.  

In the original post, OP goes on describe the two most popular ways that people associate yin and yang with zutara and refute them:

I have seen two flavors of the yin and yang argument for Zutara. The first is the somewhat grounded point that Katara is a female waterbender and represents yin, while Zuko a male firebender and represents yang. The second is the completely clueless assertion that Zuko is “dark” and therefore yin and Katara “light.” therefore yang.

I could not agree more. So many anti zutara shippers (and even a lot of casual zutara shippers) like to picture zutara as the good girl/bad boy ship and I really hate that because the ship is so much more complex than that. Katara is not a goody two shoes pure angel, and Zuko is not an evil badboy who needs Katara to redeem him. 

The first of these arguments, of female, water-associated, yin Katara and male, fire-associated, yang Zuko is true as it goes according to the traditional concepts of yin-yang, but it’s incomplete, outdated, and even dehumanizing in my opinion. It’s basically saying two people are right for each other based on what they are, characteristics that were inborn or cannot be changed, instead of who they are, their personality and individuality. Their actual personalities tell a very different story, as I will discuss below…

…Also frankly, the parts about masculine yang and feminine yin are the products of heavily sexist societies from two millennia ago. They reflect archaic gender roles where men are expected to be aggressive and assertive and women to be submissive and supportive….

…That’s why I don’t like the “female waterbender and male firebender are yin and yang = instant romance!” formulation. It’s sexist and heteronormative, and literalizes what were meant to be symbolic representations…

…If you’re actually interested in applying philosophical yin-yang to individuals and their relationships, it may help to think of yang as “drama” and yin as “chill.” Yang is starting things, getting in people’s faces, wearing your heart on your sleeve, raised voices. Yin is resolving things, calming down, contemplation, quiet conversation or just silent contentment. Everyone has some drama and some chill, but some people have more of one or the other. If one person in a relationship brings tons of drama, it strikes a good balance if the other can bring the chill.
In this understanding of yin and yang, it should be clear Zuko and Katara are both drama llamas, that is yang ascendant. “But female waterben-” shush. Katara is more than her gender and element. Also the gender and element are symbolic representations of yin anyway, not the actual thing.

Based on what OP has written (I recommend reading the original post, even though the quote above is very long, I cut a lot of good stuff out for length) I completely agree that Katara and Zuko are both Yang. Up to this point in the essay, I 100% agree with everything written about Zutara. 

Here is where I start to disagree…

Zuko and Katara, then, don’t personify the yin-yang balance at all. They both have too much fire, too much drama, and that’s why their interactions can spin out of control and bring out the worst in both. Remember “The Southern Raiders?” Where Katara set out to murder a war criminal and Zuko egged her on? It was Aang’s calming words, his chill, his yin that ultimately moderated her rage and helped her remember her better self. Aang is the yin to Katara’s yang.

Countless essays and analysis’ have been written about how ‘The Southern Raiders’ does not, in fact, bring out the worst in both Zuko and Katara, and so I’m not going to directly respond to the above statement. I will respond to the statement about Aang and Katara, however. 

If you take Katara and Aang’s individual personalities, traits, and mindsets, I absolutely agree that Kat/aang could be a wonderful representation of Yin and Yang. Aang’s role as Avatar is to be a mediator and to bring peace. Keeping in mind Katara’s fiery personality and emotional drive, I think that the two could have had a really amazing balance if written well. The issue, however, is that we don’t see this at all, which can all be boiled down to the fact that Aang doesn’t understand Katara. Let’s look at the scene between Aang and Katara in ‘The Southern Raiders’:

Aang: Umm… and what exactly do you think this would accomplish?
Katara: (sighs and shakes her head) I knew you wouldn’t understand. (She begins to walk away)
Aang: (Cut to a close up of Katara as Aang and Sokka look on behind her) Wait, stop, I do understand. You’re feeling unbelievable pain and rage. How do you think I felt about the sandbenders when they stole Appa? How do you think I felt about the Fire Nation when I found out what happened to my people?
Zuko: (off screen) She needs this, (everyone turn their eyes towards him) Aang. This is about getting closure and justice.
Aang: I don’t think so. I think it’s about getting revenge.
Katara: (off screen) Fine! (Cut to an angry and frustrated Katara) Maybe it is. Maybe that’s what I need. Maybe that’s what he deserves.
Aang: Katara, you sound like Jet.
Katara: (defensively) It’s not the same. Jet attacked the innocent. This man, he’s a monster. 

These are not calming words. Rather than see Katara’s determination and anger and calm her, Aang riles her up even more. He doesn’t try to understand where she is coming from. He just assumes that he already knows. And then he delegitimizes her need for closure. Rather than try to empathize, Aang tells her she is wrong and refuses to see where she is coming from. He even goes so far as to accuse her of being a murderer. 

The ultimate irony here, I think, is that when Appa was stolen, rather than show the sandbenders forgiveness, Aang entered the Avatar State and almost killed them. He would have, too, had Katara not been there to calm him down and be his yin.  

The way Aang tries to be there for Katara mimics how Mai tries to be there for Zuko. Let’s look at this Mai/ko conversation in ‘Nighmares and Daydreams’:

Mai: Zuko, it’s just a dumb meeting. Who cares?
Zuko: I don’t.
Mai: Well good. You shouldn’t. Why would you even want to go? (Cut to shot of Zuko and Mai standing in the window, the Fire Nation Palace before them. Mai puts her arm around Zuko) Just think about how things went to the last war meeting you went to.
Zuko: (sighs)I know.  

Zuko has been completely distraught about not being invited to the war meeting. This is a huge deal to him, he wants to be the perfect son to Ozai, and he feels like a disappointment and an oversight. Mai can’t understand why this is a big deal to Zuko, and rather than try to understand, she invalidates it and acts like it’s the stupidest thing in the world to be upset over. On top of that, she throws in his face one of the biggest shames of his life, all for the sake of making him feel bad for caring. 

Let’s compare these two scenes to two scenes of Katara and Zuko supporting each other. First, Zuko supporting Katara in ‘The Southern Raiders’

Katara: But, we were too late. When we got there, the man was gone. (voice cracks slightly) And so was she.
Zuko: (Cut to a sorrowful Zuko) Your Mother was a brave woman.
Katara: (Cut to a front shot of Katara as she touches her necklace) I know.

Katara just opened up to Zuko about one of the most traumatic moments of her life: the murder of her mother. Zuko doesn’t make this about him; he doesn’t talk about the disappearance of his own motheR. He doesn’t try to defend the Fire Nation, his home or tell her not all Fire Nation people. He hears what happened to her, accepts how awful this was for her, and affirms that her mother was a wonderful woman. 

Now for Katara supporting Zuko in ‘The Old Masters’:

Katara: Are you okay?
Zuko: No, (turning his head away from Katara) I’m not okay. My Uncle hates me, I know it. (Katara lowers herself to the ground) He loved me and supported me in every way he could and I still turned against him. How can I even face him? (Cut to a sideview of a regretful Zuko with Katara looking on.)
Katara: Zuko, you’re sorry for what you did, right?
Zuko: More sorry than I’ve been about anything in my entire life.
Katara: (raises her shoulders) Then he’ll forgive you. (Zuko looks at her) He will. 

Zuko considers betraying Iroh his greatest regret. Iroh is the father figure Zuko never had growing up, and one of the most important people in his life. Right now Zuko is terrified out of his mind that the only adult figure who has ever loved him and supported him is now done with him forever. He is convinced Iroh will reject Zuko, and he doesn’t even want to face his uncle. Here enters Katara. She sees the regret and fear in Zuko. She knows there isn’t anything to worry about, that it’s ridiculous to think that Iroh wouldn’t forgive him. But Katara doesn’t say any of this. She doesn’t tell him to suck it up, or that he’s being dumb. She allows Zuko to reaffirm his sincerity and then reassures him that everything will be okay. 

In these interactions, you can see that even though Zuko and Katara’s personalities are traditionally ‘yang’, when they come together like this, they find a perfect balance. They don’t egg each other on or bring out the worst in each other, they bring out the best, most vulnerable, and their truest selves. 

This is what I love about zutara. It isn’t about ‘opposites attract’ or ‘good girl saves bad boy’. It’s about two people with very similar, but ultimately complementary, personalities coming together on equal playing grounds and supporting each other in the most positive way they can because the level of understanding between the two goes beyond words. It’s just natural for them to know exactly what the other needs. 

Taking a break from finals studying! I wrote this one shot where none of the Red Queen characters can get a jar open, and basically, everyone just slowly gets angrier and more annoyed.

Takes place sometime in the second half of King’s Cage at the Scarlet Guard camp. Enjoy!

A loud thud followed by a distraught “UGH” is what brought Mare into the kitchen that morning.

“Here Gis, I’ll do it,” she says, reaching for the jar that was in her sister’s hand.

Gisa shuts the sink off and lets out another huff. “I swear I’ve been trying to open this for twenty minutes.”

“Oh come on, now your just being dramatic,” she says with a smile.

“Mare calling someone else dramatic?” Kilorn says, walking into the room. “The irony…”

She fixes him with a glare and debated punching him for that. Before she could get violent, she gives the jar a twist and unknowingly started what would be an infamous story for years to come in the Scarlet Guard camp.

“Damn, that IS stuck!”

“Let me try,” the fish boy says.

“No just give me- a second- I almost-”

“Yeah, looks like it,” Kilorn says, laughing at her aggravated expression. “Give it to me.”

Mare scowls, but hands it to him with a sigh.

“All that training with Mr. Perfect Prince and- you can’t even- op- shit.” The lid didn’t budge.

“Ha ha,” she teases.

“Told you,” Gisa sighs.

“Give it to me let me try it ag-” Mare starts to say, but gets cut off by Kilorn.

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My Timeline of Top Surgery & Recovery with Dr. Raphael in Plano, Texas.

This is just a master post of my top surgery experience & recovery. I had double incision mastectomy with nipple grafts in Feb of 2016. I also had lipo. The total was $6,750 ($6,000 for the masc and $750 for the lipo on the sides.)
Pictures will be made available at request.

Pre-Op:

  • Because I do not live in the Plano area I drove 5 hours to Plano the day before my surgery and had my pre-op apt that same day.
  • At pre-op I met with one of the nurses and with Dr. Raphael. This is your opportunity to talk to him about your chest, incisions, to bring up concerns and so on. In my case, my mom asked all the questions because she wasn’t as versed as I was on what was going on. 
  • At pre-op they give you a lot of things to sign, they take before photos, and just go over the basic run down of everything you need to do before surgery.
  • Try to plan your pre-op apt as early as possible that day. You will have to go get your prescriptions the day before your surgery and you don’t want to run into the pharmacy closing on you or any issues with the pharmacy not accepting the scripts. I went to Walgreens to get mine filled and they gave me a hard time which led to an hour run around between Walgreens and the doctors office.
  • I was prescribed extra medicines because I had issues with nausea in previous surgeries. If you have concerns about nausea tell the nurse at your pre op and they will get you what you need to prevent you from getting sick. They will walk you through possible medicines you may need based on your medical history and/or allergies you have.
  • The anesthesiologist will call you the night before your surgery. They will tell you not to eat anything too heavy for dinner and to make sure it is pretty bland. I couldn’t eat any dairy either. Also, clear liquids for the most part. Of course they advised me not to eat after 10pm for safety. 
  • Make sure you have a support system with you. First of, you can not have surgery without someone to be with you but I took my mom, my best friend and his brother with me. The surgery center also will not let you have surgery without people to care for you afterwards.
  • Pack or get yourself some button up shirts. You will not be able to get into t-shirt well if at all that first week or so. If you are trying to get into t-shirts that first week you will more than likely pull something as you are not supposed to be lifting your arms at all. (Think about the arm range of a T-Rex. That will be you.)
  • I am a pretty hairy individual so I shaved my chest a couple days prior to surgery. About a week before surgery you should start prepping your body for surgery. You will wash your chest with Betadine Skin Cleanser. You should get this information when you set your surgery date. If you don’t get it, email the office.
  • You will take 500mg of Vitamin C daily in addition to any multi vitamin you may be taking. DO NOT take any extra Vitamin E because it may cause some bleeding.
  • Do NOT take any aspirin or ibuprofen one week prior to surgery and up to two weeks after surgery. (i.e. Bufferin, Anacin, Advil, Motrin, Datril, Excedrin, Anacin-free, etc.)
  • NO SMOKING. Especially 1 week prior and two weeks after surgery.
  • Also, you will have to stop testosterone 2 weeks prior to surgery.

Surgery:

  • My surgery was at 7am and lasted about 3 hours according to my best friend.
  • When you get there you will check in at surgery check in desk on your right after you go through the doors.
  • When they call you back you will change out of your clothes into the hospital gown and socks. (I took this opportunity to take my last selfie in my binder.)
  • You then will be escorted to your surgery bed. The nurses will get you all cozy and warm (I personally overheat easily so I had to have them cool me down a little bit) and start your IV. The anesthesiologist will make an appearance to just walk you through some things. Dr. Raphael will also come in and draw the incision marks and other surgery related things on you.
  • After everything they will use your IV to put you to sleep and start wheeling you to the surgery room. I remember being wheeled to the back and everyone being all smiles. I knocked out right when then they put me on the surgery table.


Post-Op:

  • I woke up and I only remember them asking me if I wanted something to drink (sprite? ginger ale?). I also remember being wheeled out to the car and my best friend and his brother getting me in the car. I remember being placed in the bed in the room. I remember taking a post op selfie and being able to use the restroom by myself.
  • Wearing sweat pants and/or athletic shorts are a must after surgery.
  • My first meal after surgery was mashed potatoes and gravy. Something pretty light is always best.
  • You can only sleep on your back and you have to sleep elevated.
  • I personally had a problem staying awake the first 3 days after surgery or so. I would fall asleep in the middle of doing things. 
  • You will have a post op the day after surgery. Here they will teach you and whoever taking care of you how to care for your dressings for the next week.
  • Your chest is dressed with pads to soak any blood from your incisions. If you had lipo you will have a half pad on those entry points below incisions. Over that is 2 ace bandages that are wrapped tight to deal with swelling. (They are meant to be tight but if you have trouble breathing then loosen them. They are there for support.) The ace bandages will be wrapped over your chest and your lipo points. The ace bandages stay on majority of the time unless you are changing the pads. DO NOT MESS WITH YOUR TAPES OR ANY OTHER BANDAGES! Only change the pads once a day.
  • Dr. Raphael does not use drains.
  • I developed a minor rash around my lipo points because I had to much moisture there from the neosporin. If that happens to you stop putting the neosporin there.
  • At your one week appointment they will remove the dressings and you will see your chest for the first time.
  • Reveal day is very emotional for most people and I knew that I would forget everything that the nurses told me in terms of my continued aftercare. My tip is to have someone record the entire exchange so you can re-listen to the aftercare instructions later.
  • At one week I was told I could drive again, I could sleep on my sides, I could shower again, and that I could wear t-shirts again. (I personally waited to drive longer than that though because I did not feel comfortable at all.)
  • You will continue to wear the ace bandages for a month. It’s hard to think about binding after surgery but its to contain swelling, so don’t cheat your recovery.
  • For your nipple care, you will be given Adaptic (non-adhering dressing) that is meant to keep your nips moist. you will apply some vasoline to the Adaptic. Then you cover that with a gauze pad and medical tape or fabric tape. (All things you can find in the first aid aisle at the store. The nurses will give you some to get started.) You will do this until you run out of the Adaptic they give you. Which should be about a month to 6 weeks.
  • The tapes on your incisions will fall off on their own. Don’t pull them off. They should all fall off on their own around 4 weeks to 6 weeks.
  • After they fall off you will place provided silicone strips for your scars for a while.
  • At the time of surgery, I was delivering pizzas for a living. I will admit that I jumped the gun on returning to work too early. I ended up going back after 3 or 4 weeks. When you can go back is determined by what kind of work you can do.
  • At 6 weeks, my left nipple looked to have healed wonderfully. I pulled the last of my visible sutures, as instructed, that day. My right nipple still had a little spot to heal but seemed to be healing just fine.

Random Tips:

  • If you have a hard time taking pills like I do. You can try taking them with apple sauce.
  • Make sure you have Miralax and Fiber. Pooping after surgery is really important because the pain meds will stop you up.
  • Don’t over do it. Sit down and rest. I am the type of person that will do everything but I can not stress how important it is to sit down and rest and not try to be Superman. Watch your range of motion, even if it feels, “just fine”. It will have effects on your healing.
  • Netflix. Netflix. Netflix.
  • I don’t hear this referenced too much but for those of you who play instruments, I play violin among others, I would suggest waiting the entire 6 weeks before playing again. 

The nurses will honestly give you everything that you need for recovery. There is no need to worry about recovery supplies. They really give you everything. Make sure you read all of the paperwork they give you in terms of pre op and post op. I did have surgery in Feb of 2016 so things make have slightly changed. This is also MY experience and MY experience alone. My health is different than yours so please listen to the nurses and doctors. I shared my experience to help others have an idea on what to roughly expect.

If you have any questions, feel free to message me or send me asks!

bkwrm523  asked:

Weird question here; who (if anyone) on the Enterprise, if they unexpectedly met a clone or something of themselves, would have the immediate reaction of "damn I'm good looking." And then flirt with themselves for five minutes rather than do anything useful? Sorry, just bored at work = weird asks.

I interpreted this as TOS ‘verse meets AOS ‘verse, Sara. 

The short answer to your question - Hikaru.

Proper discussion follows. Shout out to @medicatemedrmccoy​ and her beautiful idea of Puppy!Pav. I am in your debt, Sunshine.


Jim Kirk

The Jim’s are a little in awe of each other, at first. 

Brown-eyed Jim can’t believe that he was ever that young, and blue-eyed Jim sees brown-eyed Jim as the shining example of everything he can never be, no matter how he tries.

They find themselves alone, and that’s when it all comes out. Brown-eyed Jim listens in horror at the story of the Kelvin, finds himself suddenly understanding the glittering hardness that reflects subtly from this younger version of himself, the jaded, rebellious exterior that blue-eyed Jim projects to hide his loneliness and his fear, all the hurts and doubts of his childhood. It’s a bit like looking into a cracked mirror, and it breaks Jim’s heart. 

Brown-eyed Jim shares his own story, then, and both Jim’s wonder at the wiles of the universe, how two people who’d lived such vastly different lives could be so fundamentally the same, and how, through it all, the horrors of Tarsus had remained a bitter constant.

They talk long into the night, and they find that they share more than they think - a love of classic literature, an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, an unprecedented skill at 3-D chess, a deep, unspoken fear of failure, inadequacy.

“Slow down,” says brown-eyed Jim to blue-eyed Jim. “Breathe. Look around you, Jim. Look what you have already. I was well into my thirties before I was given command of a starship. Remember, too, that it’s not the life you’ve lived, but the choices you’ve yet to make that determine the man you’ll become. Keep your face to the stars and the wind at your back, and the rest will follow.”

And this is how the Jim’s discover one last thing that they have in common -

They are both exceptional kissers.


Spock

The Spock’s are cordial and distant to one another. They work in tandem, each one half of a whole, each secretly wondering about the differences in experience and perspective of the other, each one knowing it would be illogical to ask.


Montgomery Scott

The Scotty’s are instant besties. 

Finally, finally, somebody who understands that it’s ill-advised to run a dilithium-depleted starship at warp nine, or that it’s dangerous to manually reroute directly from the matter/antimatter reactor to recharge the phaser banks, or that, yes, captain, it’s downright daft to park an entire fuckin’ starship under the water!

They swap stories over a bottle of scotch, each one more ludicrous than the last, and the gestures become increasingly animated, the interjections increasingly indecent until the conversation finally dissolves into a series of “Nonsense!” and, “Yer off yer ‘ead!” and “God’s truth, sir!” “He didn’t, the roaster!” and “Aye, but he bloody well did!” and “Get tae fuck oot!”

At long last, TOS Scotty places his hand on his breast. “Monty,” he says, as deadly serious as a drunken man can ever be. “It’s been an honor, sir. A pleasure and an honor.”

AOS Scotty feels tears welling in his eyes. “Aye, sir,” he says softly, extending his hand for a heartfelt clasp. “That it has.”


Hikaru Sulu

The Sulu’s are immediately appreciative of one another.

“Hello, there.”

“Well, hello myself.”

They waggle eyebrows, they flirt, they banter back and forth, they wink and blow kisses and slap each other’s asses. They even duel - much to the delight of the Pavel’s.

But it never goes any further than this, because each Hikaru is loyal only to his own Ben, and each Hikaru understands this perfectly.


Nyota Uhura

These two take to each other immediately. It’s an understanding that happens without words - in fact, the Nyota’s hardly speak at all, communicating mainly through subtle smirks and knowing glances. 

“Freaky,” the Hikaru’s call it. 

The Pavel’s agree.


Pavel Chekov

The Pavel’s are a force to be reckoned with.

They remind the Nyota’s of puppies, a bit - small, wide-eyed and almost comically enthusiastic, and way too close for comfort


Leonard McCoy

The Len’s hate each other’s guts.

Well, at first, anyway.

AOS Len circles slowly around TOS Len, who stares him down with a glare worthy of high noon.

“Well, spit it out son,” says blue-eyed Len. “Ain’t got all day for you to form a proper thought in that pretty little head.”

It goes downhill from there.

“An anterolateral approach? My god, man, what is this, the dark ages? A superior method is to -”

“Get. Your hands. Out of. My field.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t act surprised, though, when your patient develops a post-op infection. I’m sure you’ll document it as idiopathic.”

“Get the hell out of my sickbay.”

“Your sickbay? Your sickbay? Lord help us, they’ll let any ol’ idiot with a scalpel onto a starship these days!”

“Oh, yeah? Ironic, coming from you. What is it that you do for your patients, balance their humors? Stick around, then, Leeches, you might just learn some actual medicine. But keep your fossilized fingers to yourself.”

“Actual medicine? Tell me this, hotshot trauma surgeon - Did you wait to finish your residency before you violated your oath, or were you a cold-blooded murderer right out the gate?”

That’s how it comes to blows.


In the end, it’s Jim that they bond over.

AOS Len is impressed at how TOS Len leaps to action, despite the fact that it’s not his Jim bleeding from the head, and TOS Len notices immediately how calm and composed his counterpart is,

Once the Len’s are focused on a common goal, working together becomes startlingly easy.

“Grab the -”

“Got it. Did you -”

“Yup. Check the -”

“I’m a step ahead of you, son.”

One Jim is settled safely in a biobed, AOS Len shoots TOS Len a wary once-over.

“Alright then, Leeches,” he huffs, folding his arms defensively across his chest. “Purely out of curiosity…”

TOS Len gives him a good eyebrow.

AOS Len ignores this. “What approach would you use?”

TOS Len smiles.


They discuss medicine first, because that’s easiest.

They swap stories and surgical techniques, each appreciating the other’s exhaustive knowledge, each impressed by the other’s innovative methods and revolutionary contributions to the field. Leonard McCoy, in any universe, is a prolific surgeon and an exceptional CMO, it seems.

The conversation turns to David.

TOS Len drops his head into his hands. “Different universe,” he mutters, “Same mistakes. I’d hoped you’d been spared that much.”

AOS Len looks at TOS Len, then, and there’s a fire burning in his eyes. “I’ve been spared nothing,” he says softly, and the knowledge passes between them – Jocelyn, David, Joanna, oh, Joanna -  the grief, the fierce regret.

“I’m so sorry,” TOS Len whispers after a long moment.

And he is.


“Does your Jim do this to you?” AOS Len asks suddenly, as they are standing at the edge of Jim’s biobed.

He hasn’t woken up yet.

TOS Len snorts. Son, you have no idea. “My Jim,” he starts, because the words fall so easily from his lips.

He looks at brown-eyed Len then, sharply, then again with an expression of slow wonder.

“My Jim,” he repeats softly, then quicker, harsher, putting the pieces together, “Your Jim. You mean, you and your Jim.”

Brown-eyed Len drops his gaze, then, because he hears the ache in those words, the longing, and he understands.

“It’s not like that, for us,” Blue-eyed Len tells him after a long moment. He’s staring at nothing.

“It could be,” AOS Len replies softly, because he can see it.

He knows.


“Leeches,” AOS Len rounds the corner of the transporter room.

TOS Len is on the pad, waiting for the soft “energize,” waiting to go home.

AOS Len bounds up the steps. “I just…” he starts, pauses, ‘cause he’s not exactly sure just what he’s doing, yet.

“Son,” TOS Len starts, but the laugh in his eyes belies his sharp words. “Didn’t your Mama teach you any manners?” He cocks a teasing eyebrow toward AOS Len. “I believe the words you’re looking for are, ‘Thank you.’”

AOS Len rolls his eyes, but he reaches for TOS Len anyway, offering him a firm handshake. “Take care of him, Dr. McCoy,” he says softly. Brown eyes flicker up to meet blue. “Your Jim.”

TOS Len huffs a quick breath out his nose, gives AOS Len a firm little nod. “Always, Len,” he says with a little quirk of his lips. “Always.”

Stick with Me

Based on @marmoraskeith‘s text post about Lance, Keith, strange flowers, and a rather ‘sticky’ situation. ;)


Note to self: when on a strange planet, do not touch any of the plants, no matter how cool they look.

Lance made the mental note as he and the rest of the team made their way back onto the ship. He was surprised he could even formulate a proper thought, considering the amount of commotion going on. Hunk was rambling worriedly to Coran, who was doing his best to comfort the yellow paladin. Allura was lecturing him on god knows what, hands flying angrily as she marched on ahead of them. Shiro was silent, which was terrifying, and Pidge hadn’t stopped laughing since the incident.

The incident that had left his and Keith’s hands glued together.

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anonymous asked:

Aomg Gray and Jay fic where ur grays girl and u always catching him staring at other girls tiddies making u yourself feel insecure cause small ones right here and Jay just out here to show u small tiddies r important and cute too with a side of jealous gray too praising, daddy kink, spanking some dirty talk just fuck me up

Thank you to @silhouetted-beauty for helping me brainstorm this out<3 that’s my sis ya’ll check her out. 

Itty-Bitty-Tiddy-Committee:

The music blared through the speakers as you danced around in the little spot that you had in the audience close to the front of the stage. You were in the pit area, looking up as your boyfriend Gray performed the last few numbers to his set. You had come out to support your man loving all of AOMG but your baby was looking damn fine in his white skinny jeans and half button black shirt. You saw him wink to you and give you as much fan service as he could before he had to play along with the rest of the crowd. You had dressed up in shorts and a custom-made shirt with his name on it. No one knew about you but you didn’t care because he and you knew what was up that’s all that mattered. When the concert was over, you lined up with the rest of your section waiting for the photo op to happen with the idols. You had been nervous to have some type of skinship with Gray so that you could lie like it was just a photo and post it on your IG but you knew what that really was. You were bouncing in your spot, the excitement written all over your face as the line inched closer, but slowly that excitement was beginning to be replaced by sadness. Your eyes watched as Gray scoped out many of his fans from head to chest, making it obvious where his mind was.

“Do you see how he checked her out? I hope he looks at me the same!” You heard some fans giggle behind you and you felt your body become flush with anger. You felt stupid, and betrayed. He asked you to keep the relationship a secret for what?! So that he could freely check out other girls? Well then, be that way. You looked down at your chest, your eyes dampening a bit as you saw almost nothing there, you willed yourself not to cry as the line pushed out and it was your turn up with a few other girls. You put on your best fake smile and walked on stage, everyone expected you to go towards Gray because AOMG knew you were his girl and the fans saw your shirt, instead you past him up going straight for Jay. Your arms wrapped around Jay’s waist holding him close to yourself you rested your head on his shoulder. Though he was shocked he wrapped one arm around your waist smiling down at you.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked softly stroking your waist with his fingertips.

“Not really but it’s stupid.” You sighed softly knowing Jay would want to pull from you what you were feeling.

“Nothing you say or do is stupid Y/N. What’s wrong?” Jay asked but you didn’t answer, looking at the people get ready to take another picture. Unconsciously, your eyes roamed down to your breast before you looked around at the other women and their curves.

“Oh.. I see.” Jay hummed moving his hand up to cup your small breast and you slapped his hand.

“JAY!” You squealed, he chuckled hugging you closer. He looked down at you kissing your forehead.

“Did Gray check out other girls again?” He asked remembering your countless arguments when the male did wrong.

“No, it’s just that. I don’t go around looking at how big guys dick are in front of him so I feel that he should at least respect me. I know we are all fans but I’m his girlfriend who had to keep hush and he keeps just. Not appreciating me.” You shrugged sighing. “Maybe we should break up? Maybe he doesn’t want this life with me and that’s fine that’s-“

“Y/N. Calm down. No one needs to break up okay? You’re taking this a bit overboard. Let’s just show him how it feels? I don’t care about breast big or small they are nice to feel in my hands, nice to suck on and play with always. I believe that Gray does feel that way, but I do want to have some fun with you, not every day I get to touch you.” Jay grinned as the cameraman called your attention.

The next few minutes passed by slowly as if time stood still. Jay was giving you all the attention that you had wanted from Gray. His hands were all over you gripping you and pulling you close as he posed for a few photos between you and him. When you were done, you were going to leave but Jay had other plans. “I want to keep her here in all the photos since she got shoved around a lot, but other beautiful woman can come and stand on my other side.”

“I bet you have a nice pussy too. I think that’s why he’s always leaving work early so that he can smash am I right?” Jay teased grabbing at your ass causing you to slap his arm and gasp, the playful remarks meaning to fluster you and make you smile as he tried to lighten you up.

Gray frowned watching the both of you. You should have been in his arms on his side because he wanted to take photos with you and be able to finally be able to post them on both of your IG’s. He thought it would be a way for him to finally confess to you in front of the whole word and all his followers. But seeing Jay all over you touching your ass and on your hips, touching on your breast and cupping your cheeks. You were a giggling mess! Responding to his touch and pressing your hand on his chest. It burned Gray up to the max to see his girl all over one of his closest friends and boss. Instead of letting himself get too mad about it he tried to ignore it until the whole things was over. As soon as you were all done, Gray walked up to you grabbing you by your hand pulling you behind him. You tried to jerk away from him frowning at how he was acting but Gray did not stop until he was pushing you against the wall, his chest to your back shutting the door behind him.

“What do you think you’re doing? All on Jay like that you are my girl.” Gray growled and you shook your head.

“No I’m not! You walk around all day staring at other girl’s and checking out their bodies but you don’t look at me like that! And you don’t find me attractive so why don’t you just break up with me?” You shouted looking up at him. Gray was taken aback but he didn’t let that phase him for a moment. He gripped at your shirts pulling them down his hands started to slap at your ass causing you to gasp and curse. “Why are you hitting me!”

“Because you’re foolish!” Gray shouted out digging his nails into your skin. He rubbed your reddening cheeks starting to slap your ass again. “I love you! I was going to take pictures with you today so that I could post and tell my followers about us! Your breast are fine! I love them and I adore them. Why would I even be with you if I didn’t fucking love every single thing about you?” Gray growled as he continued to slap at your ass pushing himself against you. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. You have worked up my interests so now we will practice self-love and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you because I couldn’t help but notice how fucking good you look and daydream about this pussy all day.” Gray kneaded your ass cheeks spreading him apart as he watched you. You whimpered slightly, you felt embarrassed by all of it and his words made your heart feel happy.

“Say that you love your breast.” Gray commanded gripping at your hips rolling against you.

“I- I love my breast.” You muttered softly, your hands pressing against the wall. Your pushed your hips back wanting to feel more of the slaps as he made you chant out that you loved your body until your ass cheeks were blistering red and becoming numb.

“Whose girl are you?” He asked softly slapping your ass watching as your legs bucked.

“I’m yours.” You bit your bottom lip trying not to cry and ruin your makeup.

“Good girl.” Gray said softly, unzipping his pants he rubbed his dick against your red ass cheeks, only pushing your panties to the side a little bit for your entrance he slammed into you. You gasped out, arching your back as he pulled you away from the wall some more kicking your legs a bit wider with his feet he started to slam into you slowly, filling you up to the brim as he pounded away into your insides.

“Fuck this little tight pretty pink pussy always wraps around my dick. You should know how much I love being deep inside of you.” Gray husked out his hands moving up your body up your chest until he was pulling your bra down to grab onto your small breast rolling his fingers against your nipples pulling on them as he continued to snap his hips forward brushing against your spot. Having to fuck you quickly because he didn’t want you to both get caught and he had to take off his concert attire. He let his dick brush deep inside of your silk walls, stretching you out and making sure to leave no spot untouched. Your head rolled back as you moaned his name your sensitive breast throbbing for him to give even more attention and he kept his hands there his balls slapping against your wet pussy as he groaned and moaned for you.

“I’m close Gray.” You whimpered slightly shutting your eyes, he nodded his head biting his lip.

“Cum for me baby girl, I want to feel your walls all tight around sucking me in. I want to feel your cum.” He moaned bending down to kiss up your back licking on your neck sucking on a spot besides your ear. In a few more thrusts you were cumming and tightening up around his member, letting him continue to pound you deeply until he was spilling his cum inside of you painting your insides white. You took deep breaths as he held onto you before a knock on the door made you both jump.

“Uhm Gray.. You might want to get your official statement for the press ready.. Your mic is still on. But as always so glad you two made up!” Jay said as he walked away from the room leaving both you and Gray embarrassed and coming down from a post orgasm together.

Smoulder Chapter 34

Summary: These kids never learn 

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Smoulder Chapter 34

The akuma was relentless.

Ladybug’s heart flipped as the rooftop below her feet began to crumble, turning into a slew of muddy rocks and boulders. Beside her, Chat Noir yelped out as he lost his footing. She reached out to grab his tail just in time.

Without stopping to think further, Ladybug threw out her yo-yo to the nearest lamp post, swinging both her and Chat to safety just in time.

Or so she thought.

Too late she realised the akuma must have zapped the lamp too. The once taught string of her yo-yo slackened. Her and Chat fell to the ground with separate shrieks.

Before they hit the pavement, Chat wrapped himself around her, placing a hand behind her head to protect it from the impact. Ladybug closed her eyes, felt the sudden smack of concrete rattle her bones, before the pair of them rolled gently to a stop.

“Well My Lady,” Chat grunted from below her, winking, “seems you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“Seriously?!” she cried, pulling him to his feet and flicking his nose.

“I saw an op-purr-tunity and took it,” he replied, wiggling his nose.

“Not your fe-linest moment Kitty,” she shot back as they ran for cover, ducking and dodging falling boulders as they did so. They leapt a few streets away from the akuma, hiding behind a large dumpster in order to come up with a plan.

The Akuma, whom they’d nicknamed Landslide, was particularly nasty. Neither Ladybug nor Chat had been able to verbally engage with him so his motivations remained vague. But some akumas were like that, angry and hurting, dedicated to causing as much chaos as possible. They  were usually the most dangerous ones and Landslide was no exception.

“We have to concentrate on keeping  the akuma contained,” Ladybug huffed, eyebrows knotting together in a frown.

“And getting as many people out of the area as possible,” Chat agreed. Luckily they’d managed to evacuate most people from the buildings, and force them to head for safety. Chat had been the distraction whilst Ladybug warned others and Alya, being the ever present blogger, had spread the word over the internet. Unfortunately there were still a few stragglers, those interested in seeing the superheroes fighting with their own two eyes, and others who were simply panicking and not thinking things through.

From a few streets down, Landslide let our a roar which caused them both to jump. Ladybug grabbed Chat and pulled him down to the ground where they hid, waiting, hoping…

Dio! He sounds rather grumpy no?”

Ladybug glanced up to see Volpino hanging from a window box by his bushy tail. Once he realised they’d noticed him, he dropped down to the floor to join them,  crouching down to their level. His ears flattened against his head so that they wouldn’t stick out from the top of the dumpster and give them away. Impressive, Ladybug thought, that he’d leaned how to control his extra appendages so quickly. Chat had taken months to be able to control his tail, and it still had a life of its own…

…Or did it?

That pesky cat.

“Forgive me for intruding,” Volpino interrupted her train of thoughts, “Nathanael and I were nearby when I saw the akuma attack. We ran away and, once I made sure he was safe, I managed to lose him so I could find you-” he ran a worried hand through his hair- “the akuma seems rather viscious so if you two need help, I’m willing and able though it is not my- ahh- my time yet. So to speak.”

Ladybug mulled their options over, placing her fingers on her chin. On the one hand it was nothing her and Chat  couldn’t handle, and Volpino hadn’t been announced to the press yet so this was sure to cause a media frezy. On the other hand there were people in very real danger. Any extra hands would be useful and the media were going to go crazy over a new hero regardless. Headline stories meant nothing over the safety of the people they were in charge of protecting.

She glanced over at Chat, who nodded solemnly. He seemed to be sharing the same thoughts as her.

“Ok,” she complied, ushering him closer. Volpino beamed, ears perked as he hurried towards them, though he quickly forced them down again.

“You have powers of illusion right?” Chat asked looking at the flute residing on Volpino’s hip. “That’ll be pretty handy actually!”

For a moment, Volpino’s smile faltered.

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Sparks Chapter 1

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team.

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: y/n a member of the Stark scientific research team meets Bucky after waking him up from cryo sleep. She fits him with a new arm and a friendship begins to grow

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Fight me?

soo this is based off of this post !! lance is op and keith is the nurse! this is my first fic on here so i hope u guys enjoy! :3


Lance sighed for what seemed the billionth time that day. He only had another day in the hospital, and after being there for two weeks, what was one more day, really?

A lot. It was a lot. He was so bored. Not only was he bored, but he was too tired to get up and look for something to do. He thought about taking a walk to the cafeteria downstairs for a coffee or hot chocolate or something, but the last time he left his room for just two minutes, he had collapsed. He wasn’t exactly down for that to happen again.

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Emerald City Comic-Con 2017

So I drove to Seattle from my little city Bend, OR on Thursday, about a 7hr drive there (7.5 hrs on the way home :/)  I stayed with @ninaf who lives just outside of Seattle.  We hung out that night and didn’t go to bed until after 1 a.m. 😳The Panel:  Our plan was to get to the Convention Center by 8:30/9:00 a.m. which we did. It was interesting that there didn’t seem to be much ‘security’(I could have taken my flask :/), we entered from across the street where we parked in a public parking garage and entered in at the 3rd floor.  We probably could have gotten in Sat. no problem even without a Sat badge!  Anyhow quickly found the line for the Outlander panel – SO many people!  They let us in at about 10:45 and me @ninaf and 2 of her friends (that are ‘normal’ fans) found some seats – we were second row far left of the stage – right where the fan questions were left of the stage.  I wanted to ask a question – Sam could you please sit back I can’t see CAITRIONA!? In front of us was a slew of moms with their babies – so cute – one started fussing and Cait actually looked over to them with her awe concerned face – she clearly LOVES BABIES! ♥  You can just see it in the video briefly at about 14:32 min. I am a huge Cait fan so I was Screaming and standing when she came out and thought we were doing pretty good there, then Sam came out and omg decibels! They sit down and Sam won’t sit all the way back on the couch, I don’t know why, and he was blocking my view of Cait, I could only see her on the screen or if she moved forward or back. 😒 I didn’t take any pics, cos I just wanted to be present and absorb the experience, (one of @ninaf ’s friends did though so we’ll post as soon as we get them). One observance is they both looked tired, but ready to 'do this’.  I loved the panel, I thought they were very comfortable, there to have fun and engage with us, I liked the questions asked and quite a few of mine were answered. Caitriona was taking the lead quite a bit but I think her wit is a bit quicker than Sam’s (I’m a taurus and we tend to slow think sometimes) but it gave him a chance to play off of her which I feel they do quite a bit probably. They seemed very in tune with each other.  Next on the agenda was the autograph session.  We got there @ about 12:15 for the 12:30 and were turned away- too full come back at 4.  Well cool, we can at least eat, since we didn’t have any breakfast so we had lunch and drinks. Met up with @ourrubygirl and her daughter (normal fan), nipunad on twitter – sorry don’t know your tumblr and with ninaf and her 2 friends (side note – they were so funny before I even got to Seattle they were concerned that ninaf would invite someone from online who she had never met to stay at her house.  By then we had talked on the phone and friended each other on facebook so they had to facebook stalk me to give their approval – whew, glad I passed). 😘Photo Op!  Ugh, okay this is where we realized that this poor little comic-con was absolutely NOT ready for this Outlander fandom and where everything really started to get behind schedule.  I envy the Sat photo op participants, looks like it was more relaxed and not as rushed as Friday's– READY click NEXT! I know people have been dissing the posed photos, but after being 'there’ this is what I feel, I think SamCait enjoy the poses somewhat, cos’ otherwise the way it was with many of us on Friday we just walk in, stand next to them, click and we’re out, so I could see that for sure getting tedious AF for them, they seemed to have more fun on Sat with it – because they were allowed to also.  Anyhow the Friday photo op was close to being a complete clusterfuck, but the gestapo staff pulled it off.  There were other people there, apparently there was more than just OL there 😉 that would be like “What is this line for with all these people?” And we’d be like Outlander, and they just go off mumbling wtf is outlander? Funny. I walked in for my 'Team Outlander’ photo and I was wearing opal earrings from Mexico and Cait says to me “oh I love your earrings” Me: thank you – and I’m beaming so fucking hard I can hardly breath! So I’m 5'1” - yeah – I’m holding on to them for the photo mumble thanks or something I fecking don’t remember, patted Sam’s back turned and looked up OMFG this guy is TALL! I have a friend that is 6'7”, but Sam seemed much taller than that, I think it’s his massiveness or something IDK. His leather jacket is really soft btw.Okay NEXT – while I go back in line for my Cait only photo, ninaf goes downstairs to get in line for the autographs – good thing too since they almost turned me away by the time I got down there!  STEP OFF BITCH I WILL GET MY CATRIONA EFFING BALFE AUTOGRAPH!!!!  So by this time we are beyond hot – it was so hot in this place which wasn’t even at the convention center, everything but the panel was at the Sheraton next door.  Note to self Bring water bottle, we learned a lot of should'ves…. So there was quite a wait for this, mainly because Caitriona was still upstairs READY click NEXT! And they could only do the Sam only autographs which there weren’t a ton of apparently😁

The way they had it set up Cait first then Sam, so we had to wait for Cait to appear.  We were in the 'overflow’ line outside of the main autograph room, but could see in there a bit, we saw the lights go out, didn’t hear the comments @sileas84 mentioned, but too funny.  When we finally got to the 'room’ wow, so I am a diehard Caitriona Balfe fan, I like Sam but am not an over the top fan like most… I have to say seeing him up close and personal I COULD NOT take my eyes off of him, he was so 'cute’ doesn’t do it justice, I seriously have no word/s for it.  He was so funny and gracious and flirty with the women and NICE, very tan too, yeah, I kept running into people as the line snaked around trying to just watch him, I even almost got kicked out trying to sneak a pic – damn gestapo staffers.  So finally get up to Caitriona, um effing goddess.  She had quite the stash of gifts, I had considered giving them something but didn’t want to burden them with too much stuff and if they truly just give it away well… So I opted to give her a love letter as I call it, from me.  I didn’t know what to 'say or ask her something’ so I mentioned that I have a head shot autograph of Simon (her friend Simon Kassianides) and I can add hers to it now and she smiles and says “oh cool, I just saw him a couple of days ago!”  Me: heehee. JHRC I’m such a dweeb.  I didn’t get a Sam autograph cos’ they had sold out by the time I got online to purchase, I coached ninaf though to make sure to smell him so we could report back, since we both forgot to at the photo op :P  So we float out of the room and out into the main area and I finally just started screaming I was so excited – I got to talk to Caitriona Effing Balfe (even if it was brief)  I am so so glad I did this! 

After this was all done it was getting close to our dinner plans for meeting up with other tumblrs, so we eventually got to the restaurant.  How fun to finally meet some of us.  As we came into the room I immediately recognized @rainmanjdog and @mommydog67, we had been chatting while in line for our Cait only photo and didn’t know that we were part of the tumblrs, so funny and we all almost asked each other but didn’t want to risk it – so sad.  Great night hanging with everyone, best story goes to @valkyrie1969 I still chuckle just thinking about it.  So where is the photo of us pointing at the 'Meet and Greet’ room @pentwhistle ?

Overall impression of SamCait – they are two of the most genuine, engaging, fun, cool, nicest people.  

Overall impresion of our tumblrs – we are some of the most genuine, engaging, fun, cool and nicest people.  

anonymous asked:

Latte ship: Matt immediately falling for Lance, and ridiculously oblivious Lance who thinks they are becoming bros until Matt literally gibes up trying to woo him and just flat out kisses him

Thanks for the request! Here it is: 

(I’ll post this on Ao3 later. Right now it’s having some issues so I’ll add a link when I do it.)

When the team had discovered Matt Shiro and Pidge were ecstatic. There were some hugs, some tears, and more hugs as they brought him back to the castle through the green lion.

After landing Blue gently in her hanger, Lance rushed to the common area, the last to arrive. Shiro, Matt, and Pidge were talking animatedly in the middle of the room as the others sat around on the couches, a pleased hum permeating the room after the successful mission. He moved forward, slipping into the gap between Shiro and Pidge. As he got a look at Pidge’s brother he felt his face heat up.

Matt looked almost exactly like Pidge, but his face was a little sharper, a little older and a shock of white like Shiro’s ran through the fringe on his left. In other words he made Lance’s heart speed up a little.  Matt turned, stopping mid sentence as their eyes met. Lance was frozen and Matt marched forward, sticking his hand out.

“My name’s Matt, but you can call me anytime.”

Lance stuttered but took Matt’s hand, shaking it firmly. “I uh- I’m Lance.”

“Gross Matt.” Pidge shoved her brother half-heartedly, breaking the connection between their hands.

Lance smiled awkwardly. Was he actually flirting? “He was just joking around Pidge.” No, people didn’t flirt with Lance. Lance flirted with others and was rejected or betrayed, that’s how things went. He turned to Matt, “Are you a thief? Cause i’m pretty sure you just stole my heart.” He snapped some finger guns and gave a cocky smile as Matt laughed. They were gonna get along just fine.

——-

Throughout the next couple months Matt spent most of his time with Pidge or Shiro, but he always made time for Lance. Their meetings usually started with a pick up line from Matt, and they were never the same.

“I’m no photographer but I can picture us together.”

“Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I’m feeling a connection.”

“Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.”

Lance usually responded with his own joking line as Pidge and Shiro (and the others but not as prominently) would groan in the background. He and Matt actually grew pretty close though.. As Matt got more comfortable around the castle they began to spend more and more time together, talking about everything from the best memes to more serious subjects like Matt’s time with the Galra or Lance’s insecurities. More than once there were some comforting hugs and touches.

It was a night like those when Lance realized he’d fallen for Matt. They’d been discussing what they would do when they got back to Earth. Lance had told tales of garlic knots and Cuban beaches and of how he wanted to see his family again, show them how much he’d grown. After a while their shoulders had pressed together as they looked out a window into space.

“I think I’d take like a month to just play all the video games that came out and browse tumblr for all the memes that i missed. Hey, maybe you could come with me! We could co-op on some of the stuff or we could just hang! Wouldn’t that be awesome?” Matt had such a hopeful look on his face. The light brown in Matt’s eyes mixed with the colors of the universe around them. He was gorgeous.  Lance felt his chest tighten.

“Yeah.” He whispered. He was so screwed. “That would be very awesome.”

——-

Surprisingly their confession wasn’t such a romantic moment. They’d been playing Mario Kart on the system that Pidge and Hunk had rigged up to the Altean version of a Tv when Matt had paused the game. Lance turned, about to question why he’d stopped when Matt blurted out a pick up line. “Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”

Lance flushed, internally berating himself for reacting. He couldn’t really think of a good response though, and settle for a wobbly smile. “That’s a good one dude.” He moved his gaze back to the game but didn’t get chance to start playing.

Two hands gripped his collar with a rushed, “For fuck’s sake.” Lance was pulled to the side and lips smashed against his own. Momentarily stunned Lance froze, mentally rebooting. Matt was kissing him. HolyshitMattwaskissinghim.

Matt pulled back, eyes searching Lance’s face and releasing his hands. Panic washed over his features. “Oh my god, I am so sorry I should have known you didn’t feel the same-”

The rest of Matt’s apology faded into the background to Lance as he rushed forward, knocking Matt onto his back and shoving their mouths back together, holding himself up. It was just pressure, but lips began to move and glide together gently in a slow dance as they relaxed into the motions. Matt’s lips were cracked in a stark contrast to Lance’s own, but he didn’t care. Hands threaded themselves in Lance’s hair. A leg rose to nudge against his hip and Lance found himself on his back, Matt leaning over him. While his left remained in Lance’s hair, Matt’s right hand stroked his cheek.

“I’m going to assume that means you like me too?”

Lance could only nod, a little overwhelmed, but loving it anyway. Matt grinned and pressed his palm more firmly to the underside of Lance’s jaw and dragged his lips over Lance’s again. Hot was about the only thought that Lance could solidly form. The thumb stroking over his pulse and the fingernails scratching against his scalp flushed heat from his face to his toes. Lance gripped the side of Matt’s shirt over his ribs, pulling the boy on top of him, chests flush.

A wet stroke passed over Lance’s bottom lip, followed by the sharp, but gentle press of teeth. A small gasp passed Lance’s mouth, and he had begun to open for Matt when a voice interrupted.

  “Hey Lance, I need my brother back so if you- AAAH MY EYES!” Pidge screeched and covered her eyes with the data pad she had been focused on. Lance and Matt flinched back from one another and turned to Pidge, but she had already run out of the room. 

They laughed, leaning into one another. As they settled down, fingers threaded through Lance’s and he gripped them back. Maybe he wasn’t so screwed. 

Tell me Tomorrow

“Alright, here we go,” Derek said softly, maneuvering Stiles’ coltish limbs to get him seated on the bed without toppling both of them over in an inebriated heap. Stiles made an indignant noise at the man-handling, and Derek bit back a smile. Occasionally he regretted not being able to get drunk himself, but it was amusing enough to see his friends in this state. He knelt and started loosening the laces of Stiles’ shoes, murmuring, “let’s take these off.”

Once his charge was in sock feet, Derek got him standing again, manfully ignoring how handsy Stiles he was being. As usual. Was it a lack of inhibitions or lack of balance that made the difference? He could never tell.

“C’mon, let’s get you into some sweats,” he encouraged, hoping Stiles was at least sober enough to change his own pants.

The running commentary was as much for his benefit as Stiles’. It played into that familiar, worn persona: Derek the responsible older friend, bringing Drunky McDrunkface home safe and tucking him in because the kid didn’t know how to hold his liquor. Youths!

That was who he was supposed to be, anyways. God knows they weren’t anything else to each other. The big brother role didn’t quite fit now, if it ever had, but framing things that way still seemed infinitely preferable to coming at this situation - alone with Stiles in his dimly-lit room, helping him out of his stiff jeans and into soft sleep clothes - without any emotional barriers in place.

“Hey, Derek,” Stiles stage whispered, leaning close.

“What?”

Stiles snorted back a giggle, tripping over his own feet a little as he slung an arm around Derek’s shoulder, grabbing at his wrist with the other hand for balance. “Derek.”

“What?” Stiles had moved to clutching his bicep, now, face bobbing close enough that Derek could smell the crisp gin on his breath. It was gross, he reminded himself. He resented Scott for sending him home to deal with Stiles while he and Kira stayed out celebrating their new degrees. He did.

“Derek, I…” Stiles broke off in a laugh again. “I…”

You… what? Derek wondered, but he suppressed his curiosity with gritted teeth. As if Stiles’ teasing wasn’t irritating enough sober. At least then it was usually comprehensible. “If you can’t spit it out now, just tell me tomorrow when you’re sober.”

Stiles squinted at him, a surprisingly steady and weighing look. “Okay,” he said finally.

“Okay,” Derek echoed, glancing back at the bed. “Well, let’s…”

The kiss took him entirely by surprise, enough that his knees bumped the edge of the bed and buckled. 

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Emma Swan is having a horrible day, and just when she thinks things might look up, she gets stuck with a very cranky patient, but God is he gorgeous.

Nurse Emma Swan

Generally speaking, Emma loved being a floating nurse at Boston Mass Gen Hospital.  She moved all around the hospital to different departments letting her do a bit of everything, which she found exciting. Ruby, her best friend who was also a nurse, was always complaining about how boring her floor was.

Ruby worked in the post-operative ward, where patients were sent to recover after their operations if they were considered stable. Most of the patients were just waiting until they were well enough to be discharged so they could go home, while others were older and waiting, well, for anything. Some were hoping their children would come and take care of them, while others were waiting for a spot to open up in a nursing home. Ruby had coined it the ‘limbo floor’.

Emma couldn’t count the number of times that Ruby had complained because she was forced to give someone a bed bath or had to empty out their ostomy bags. Emma had laughed at the time, having yet to work on Ruby’s floor herself. She had only lived in Boston for about seven months, and she had only worked at the hospital for just a month less. Most of Emma’s floating was done in the emergency room, labor and delivery, or on the pediatric floor, but soon that would change.

Emma woke up early enough that she could go for a run before her shift. It had rained the night before though, and the pavement that morning was unforgiving. She slipped on the pavement in front of a crowd of high school kids waiting outside for the first bell to ring. If that hadn’t been mortifying enough, when Emma got home, she discovered that she had stepped on what appeared to be a used condom somewhere along the way, and it had tagged along home with her on the bottom of her shoe. The day was already off to a horrible start, and then it got worse.

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anonymous asked:

hopetaegukkie <3 i was thinking about tae and how i've never seemed to read a post or fic that manages to capture who tae is! unlike jimin, suga, kook, mon, who are so transparent - I never know what Tae hates or loves, only that he absolutely loved his grandma and loves army, and he can get strangely upset at times. I wonder if what your thoughts about this boy is? because I just can't grasp him at all

I’m…so…glad…that…you…noticed. i’ve been waiting on an ask like this because Kim Taehyung is easily, at least in my opinion, easily the most complex and private member of BTS even though you wouldn’t think so. Especially now that Yoongi has lovingly shared such a big part of himself with us (and honestly seems happier for it which is very nice.)

So, Kim Taehyung. Well, firstly, a basic profile as of currently.

Summary/short ver:
Kim Taehyung.

Capricorn sun sign. (and tbqh he really reads like one, even though when he was younger I thought that he didn’t seem very Capricorn, as an adult 100% does.)
Was born in Daegu, lived on a farm with his family.

hobbies & likes:
BTS, ARMY, family, animals. High fashion, jazz and blues, art and photography especially high fashion or people and nature photography, and artsy, romantic films. Fashion in general. He often wears very up to date fashion in SoKo despite the fact that people like to think of him as having a ‘hobo’ style TT. Anything soulful or rich in texture, his favorite music has lots of baritones and soul/warmth. He prefers big animals to small but likes all kinds, and has never stated much physical preference for love interests besides the fact that he wants someone loyal. when asked at fanaccs for other specifics, most of the time he puts down big numbers for weighs and the average height for females(or would be a shorter cis male height in SoKo, because while the fans tend to super target their questions for a female audience, i don’t want to be presumptuous.) He has a preference for sophisticated things. Even as a kid he showed a more refined tastes because he kid picked saxophone to play (when asked what he would do if he wasn’t an idol anymore it would either be to stay on the farm with his family or become a saxophonist.) He loves acting and modeling!!

Full discussion:

Kim Taehyung is a man of refined tastes and despite the fact that you wouldn’t think so, he’s an incredibly private man. As a teenager closer to debut he was a bit more playful, but as he’s matured he’s a lot more closed off. When he lost his grandmother at the end of last year that only became more distinct.

As for what he likes, Taehyung has a very ‘old soul’ approach to things. He’ll most likely pick whatever is more soulful over something mainstream. When they got the chance to have influence over their own solos, Taehyung said he worked hard and much on his, and that it ‘suited his tastes very well’ and he said something very confident about how it was ‘quite nice’. Stigma is a very heavily jazzy song, that suits his warm tones and shows of his range. It’s honestly, a really, really good window into who Taehyung is.

For the record, people think that Taehyung is a goofy guy and tend to brush him off or stereotype him that way but Tae is a LOT more complex than that. And not only is he complex, the man tends to hide those parts of him.

The real truth is, Taehyung IS hard to get a read on. You have to be good at reading people in general, or REALLY love him and pay ALL the attention to him and REALLY absorb every inch he gives us. Because the truth is, Taehyung doesn’t give us that much private things about himself.

On a love and family front, we all know that he’s a family man, a man who loves animals, who believes in true love and soulmates. He wants to have a large family with many kids, and he wants to be the light of his loves life, just like they’ll be for him.

On a work front, we know that this career/life wasn’t the one he would have picked without it finding him, because he wanted to be a farmer. But he found himself becoming a bighit trainee after being asked by the staff who went out of their way to call his parents to ask for permission. This life picked him, but he has what it takes. He works HARD on his voice, his dance, his everything. He said he almost didn’t make it into the final group if it wasn’t thanks to the members (which is why he loves them so much and is so devoted) but every day current day he works, SO, hard. When Minjae called Tae on his Vapp, it wa like 7pm SoKo time and Taehyung said that he was just sitting down to shower and eat for the first time because he had been working and training all day. He works his a$$ off. NEVER forget how UPSET and just, devastated he was, when he couldn’t properly use his voice or sing because he was sick and strained, during AHL when they were doing the training. Because he felt he was letting them down and not showing his full capacity.

On the Hobby and interest front, we know that he likes fashion, whether that’s wearing it, high fashion, fashion photography, etc. and he really loves taking pictures. He loves BEING in pictures and modeling. Photoshoots are one of his favorit things, he said in the NOW’s (i think it was NOW2 that i’m referencing but he’s said it more than once.) that he really likes photoshoots and the reason that he likes doing photoshoots with Namjoon is because Namjoon likes high fashion too.

He also loves jazz/blues music. Lots of times he tries to play it from “Taetae’s jukebox” (otherwise known as his phone) and the fans ask him to turn it off. He won’t outwardly show his discouragement but I’m sure that’s not easy to hear multiple times when he’s trying to share a piece of himself. Sometimes he comes right out and says he won’t turn it, and i’m so glad. Remember when he tried to share that he liked Nude Photography on the fancafe and the fans were calling that erotic/weird so he ended up taking his post down and never talking about it before? Taehyung has very artistic tastes and the fact is, when he shares those tastes, they often get frowned at by fans for being weird or just too artsy.

Jimin VERY recently said that Taehyung is his movie connoisseur who always recommends movies. (including movies like Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, which is a VERY artsy, emotional, beautiful movie.)

TBH guys, I could talk ALL day about Kim Taehyung. He’s a very private man who doesn’t WANT to let a lot of people in, and when he does, things tend not to go his way. But he’s fearless, he’s loving, he’s powerful and elegant, and there’s SO f*cking much to love about him. Taehyung is the most beautiful, amazing puzzle there ever was to solve. He’s like a stained glass window before it’s all put together. If you take the time to pay attention to him, watch him when he isn’t speaking, listen to him when he DOES speak, I promise that he’ll reward you. Every second of ‘people watching’ Kim Taehyung, is such an experience.

Thank you so much for this ask. Truly. From the bottom of my heart.

anonymous asked:

Curious but why do people hate Justin trudeau so much? I'm not from the U.S or Canada so I don't know the deal with him

He’s a master at photo-ops by making himself look hip and progressive and people bought it. He calls himself a feminist, apparently an outspoken supporter of LGBT rights, and came off as a huge proponent for diversity (filling quotas to make his cabinet 50/50 male/female with a significant number of non-white people). All of this completely undermined his poor leadership skills, but it is refreshing that some people are starting to see through his well-executed PR campaign.

But basically:

He advocated and signed the Canada-Europe Trade Agreement (CETA) which prioritizes the welfare of corporations (in this case rich foreign investors) over workers. This deal extends legal protections towards these foreign investors and gives them the power to form lawsuits over government policies (within Canada) they don’t like which in turn pressures the Canadian government to abandon regulations AND leaves Canadian taxpayers to pay billions of dollars in compensation towards those wealthy interests. The cause of all this comes from Investor State Settlement Dispute privileges which are often found in trade deals (including NAFTA).

Like Obama, his foreign policy record is awful. I think a lot of you know the “Saudi Arms Deal” where 15 billion dollars’ worth of armed vehicles were sold to Saudi Arabia. There are videos of similar combat vehicles being used by Saudi authorities to kill civilians - particularly Shia Muslim dissidents. So there’s a good chance that some of those vehicles being sold from Canada via the arms deal are being used for those particular actions.

And under Trudeau, Canadian arm dealers (countries where Canada can export such weapons) have more leeway. Previous laws forbade Canada from selling weapons to countries where those weapons could be diverted to “threatening the security of Canada, their allies, other countries, or people”. That would have prevented the Saudi Arms Deal from happening in the first place, but Trudeau removed the reference to the last two categories which enabled Canada to export those weapons.

He’s extremely phony. He lectures China on having a history of poor human rights but says absolutely nothing about Saudi Arabia which has a misogynistic government among other issues (considering he’s a **feminist**, that’s pretty rich). But I guess him prohibiting exports on arms or speaking out on S.A’s bad history of human rights would possibly affect Canada’s close trade/economic interests with them.

He’s either backtracked or contradicted his initial campaign promises. That’s primarily the reason why his approval ratings are going down rapidly.

He attended a cash-for-access-fundraiser and received 1 million in donations (to his foundation) from wealthy Chinese businessman – Zhang Bin. Mr. Xian – another businessman who also attended that fundraiser – was waiting for approval from federal bank regulators for his bank to start business within Canada. As of July, the Liberal party approved this, enabling Xian to open his Schedule 1 bank in multiple cities across Canada. xxx

Which completely contradicts what he said within his ‘ethical guidelines and standards of conduct’ page when he was elected, “There should be no preferential access to government, or appearance of preferential access, accorded to individuals or organizations because they have made financial contributions to politicians and political parties.”

He also promised to run small government deficits, not exceeding 10 billion per year in order to balance the budget by 2020. But the Liberal party projected that the 2016-2017 deficit was estimated to be $29.4 billion and the one for 2018 being nearly $23 billion. xxxx

And there’s that time he promised the middle class would be getting tax cuts at the expense of increasing the income of higher income households. He promised that the tax cuts and tax hikes would cancel each other out. But instead those tax changes he enacted left the government revenue short of 1.2 billion because raising the taxes on people with higher incomes didn’t completely pay for the cuts “given” to the middle class. Guess who probably gets to pay that 1.2 billion?

And never forget that letter to Fidel Castro.

IMO he’s just another spineless, big government politician who advocates for government transparency at first, but completely changes his tune when elected.