timed 5k

anonymous asked:

I'm scared my sd is trying to harm me. Lately after we have that awful sex, he always says he wants to get me pregnant like what the fuck is wrong with this bitch. We use condoms of course but I'm scared he will try to poke a hole in the condom. I don't want to lose Jim because he is great and he is on time with the 3.5k allowance but that pregnancy talk scares me. But money ain't everything if it starting to scare my safety. I just don't know what to do.

Ugh I had a POT like that, dropped him real quick. It’s a fantasy for some guys and it’s scary. It’s attacking your rights on your body to bring up something like that.

He may try something with the condom, be careful and consider a second contraceptive method if you absolutely can’t drop him immediately. Depo shots will give immediate effect but please ask a family planning specialist first. Pills are an option but they don’t take effect immediately. Search for another SD and drop his ass.

And girl, if you mean ‘harming you’ as in violence please stay away from him without a second thought. Please be safe.

anonymous asked:

I want to write like you so bad my heart kind of hurts. I want to move mountains the way you do with your words.

don’t write like me. don’t write like anyone else. write like you.

write like the time you broke your tooth. like riding a bike without handlebars. like when the dog bit you even after you thought it liked you. like who buried the hamster. like having your hair pulled. like having to say sorry. like a mistake you never forgot and like compliments you never got. like your mother’s lipstick and your first car. like what was under the couch. like who lived in the closet. 

i write a lot. it’s a lot of practice. i’ve written a lot of things i think are bad and that’s okay. five thousand poems later and some of it is going to be junk. but it’s mine. every word of it came from me trying to find out who i was going to write like. and it turns out the best way to write is to write like my dreams and nightmares and silly heartstrings. 

you are already carrying everything you need to move mountains. you’ve got your own words, don’t you?

Five Times Sherlock gave John a Pebble and One Time John Returned the Gesture

Description: Sherlock isn’t good with words, so he decides to tell John his feelings the way penguins do, by bringing him pebbles with different meanings. John catches on.

Review: I read this description and I couldn’t resist. Sherlock courting John the way penguins do? Adorable. Oh my goodness. This was the cutest thing. John loves the little gifts Sherlock gives him, but it takes a while for him to realize what they mean. Very good if you’re looking for a fluffy fic to make you smile.

Rating: General


anonymous asked:

Are you proud of your 5k "run" time?

Yes, I am!

I am not sure how to respond to this but I guess I will share two thoughts with you. 

  • Running is a very individual sport - unless you are in the elite of the elite, the only person most of us are competing with is ourselves. In my expierence, most runners know this, making me suspect you are not in the community. 
  • Running at my weight is not easy. What do you weigh anon? 150? 160? I invite you to join me any time, strap on an extra 190 lbs and race me. I am pretty confident that pound for pound I could take most people, including you. 

Good try anon - you didn’t piss me off, just made me smile at the thought of our “race” :) 

Five Times Sherlock Holmes and John Watson Hugged, and One Time They Didn't

Description: They’re sitting in the living room one night after finishing their curry takeaway when Sherlock looks up from his violin. “John,” he says, “would you come hug me, please?”

Review: In character, really cute, short and sweet.

Rating: General


Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive

Title: Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive
Author: loveglowsinthedark
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 6,100
Summary: Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating. // And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. // I drag Potter to bed.

In case the title doesn’t completely give it away, this fic has Hung!Harry. :D And Draco’s equally proportional obsession with Harry, and Harry’s, um, person.

Seriously though, Draco’s POV as he goes on and on (and on!) about Harry is hilarious, it’s sexy (funny and sexy!) and then the fic is incredibly sweet too. Ohh, and Harry is SUPER charming. :D

hit me baby, one more time?

word count: 2.5k

summary: dan calls himself daddy, and phil finds out dan has a pain kink

warnings: blood, degradation, pain kink, ddlb, swearing just general kinky shit

a/n: this is probably shit but oh well

“yes! daddy wins! daddy’s the best!” dan giggled as that round ended.

“stop calling yourself daddy it’s weird!” phil said jokingly as they continued the game. after the game ended, and they shut off the camera, phil turned to dan with a soft smirk on his face.

“really dan? daddy? a little bit of a stretch for you, don’t you think?” he asked as he settled a hand on dans thigh, squeezing gently.

“yeah i was just immersed in the game phil it was nothing!” dan replied nervously, his cock twitching from phil’s hand on his leg.

phil nodded. “good, because we both know who’s daddy here, don’t we baby boy?”

dan whimpered and bit his lip, trying to contain himself. phil stood up and placed his hands on each of dans armrests, looking at dan sharply. “ i asked you a question, so answer me properly.”

“well, i don’t know, i think that i could probably dom you,” dan mused.

“oh really? that’s a good joke, dan,” phil scoffed.

“i mean, you’re not even that good of a dom anyways, you barely even make me hard sometimes,” dan stated.

phil furrowed his brows. “i know you like it. stop lying.”

“oh i’m not lying. maybe i just need to find someone else. someone who can actually dom me well. you can barely even control me.” dan examined his nails nonchalantly. “i mean, you’re a bit of a wimp.”

phil growled low in his throat, bringing his hand back and slapping dan across the face, the contact creating a loud sound that reverberated throughout their office.

phil widened his eyes in horror. “oh god dan i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to, it was an accident!”

dan groaned at the impact, a harsh red already blooming on his cheek. “more,” he said breathily.

phil gasped. “jesus, dan, you kinky shit.”

“please, phil, just hit me again,” dan asked.

“um, okay,” phil complied and brought his hand down again, creating the same result as last time: a loud, low moan from dan.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” phil asked, his mind beginning to become more and more dominant. “you just wanted to get a rise out of me so i would hit you didn’t you?”

dan nodded. “i’ve wanted you to hit me for so long, slap me, punch me, whip me, please!”

phil found it almost scarily easy to become so dominant, so aggressive. he just couldn’t help it. dan was looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes of his, and all phil wanted to do was fucking ruin his innocent demeanor.

“oh my god dan you’re such a little slut. you’re already hard,” phil trailed his hand up his thigh and brushed his fingers lightly against dan’s bulge, making his breath hitch. “i barely even hit you, but all you want is more.”

“hit me, daddy. please mark me up, make me bleed,” dan whined. there was nothing that he loved more than phil hitting him. he wanted phil to find his dom headspace, where all of his energy was focused on using and abusing dan. he couldn’t get enough of it; the pain felt so, so good. the crack of the belt against his skin, the sting of the paddle, the pull of the clamps, all of it. he had gotten off in the shower many times to the thought of phil hitting him til bruises bloomed on his flesh and blood speckled his skin.

“oh baby, you’re going to love what’s coming.” phil trailed his finger down the milky expanse of dan’s neck, down over his collarbone, chest, and stomach, imagining how beautifully the dark bruises and scarlet blood would contrast against his pale skin.

dan whimpered. “sir please. i know you want to hit me, leave marks everywhere. abuse me. please?” he asked, looking up through his eyelashes at phil, trying to convince him. he needed this so badly. he and phil had lovely sex all the time, but lately it was just sweet, vanilla stuff with whispered “i love you’s” and soft sounds, and dan was craving more. he wanted, no, needed, this, needed to be put in his place by phil, by his master.

phil stood up. “downstairs. my room. clothes off, against the wall. now.”

dan nodded excitedly and lifted himself out of his chair, but phil put his hand around dans neck and squeezed roughly and pushed him back down. “i swear to fucking god, if you touch yourself, i will flog you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

dan made a soft sound in his throat and choked out a “yes sir” with what little breath he had left.

“good boy. now go.”

dan immediately shot up and scampered downstairs, phil’s eyes following his sweet little baby’s ass as he left the room.

dan raced downstairs and entered phils room, quickly stripping and standing with his front towards the wall, his legs spread apart and his hands on the wall above his head, his chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation. a few minutes later he heard footsteps entering the room along with the sound of something else, possibly metallic.

“wow you finally managed to be a good little whore, i’m surprised,” phil said.

dan nodded, and turned his head to the side in hopes of seeing what phil had brought in, but he instead received and harsh slap on his ass, making dan rock forward and then push back for more.

“princess, be patient or ill just leave you like this, hard and pathetic,” phil growled in dan’s ear, turning him around away from the wall. dan looked slightly confused, as phil had told him to be at the wall, but didn’t have much time to think as phil’s fist came sailing towards his jaw. the impact made dan’s teeth clack together and he stumbled onto the ground from the surprise.

“yes sir, sorry sir,” dan replied, bringing his hand up to cup his jaw.

“get the fuck up, you stupid whore,” phil growled, pushing his hand into dan’s hair and yanking him up by his brown locks.

dan winced as phil pulled his hair, and scrambled to his feet.

“get in position you bitch, now.”

dan turned around and spread his legs again, straightening his posture and breathing in deep.

then he opened his mouth in a scream as he felt a sharp metal object hit the skin of his back.

“you answer me loud and clear or else i’ll gag you okay? here are the rules. since i am such a nice master, i’m giving you the pain you so desperately hope for. i will be using two objects to hit you, the first the leather part of the belt, the second is the buckle of the belt. i will be giving you twenty of the first and five of the second, and then fuck you if i feel like you deserve it. you will stay in this position until i say so. if you fall or move, i’ll not let you come for a month, got it?” phil asked.

“yes daddy,” dan answered, biting his lip in anticipation.

“color, baby?” phil inquired, suddenly turning soft and loving, making sure he did in fact have the okay from dan.

“green, daddy, please just get on with it!” dan whined, arching his back.

phil answered with a sharp slap to dan’s ass, jumping back into his dominant headspace, and slammed dan’s head into the wall. “don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

dan groaned and then smiled as he felt blood start to drip from his nose and down onto his chest. he was so hard already it hurt and his cock was blurting precome onto the floor.

“now, i’m going to fit you with a ball gag so the neighbors won’t hear your slutty moans okay?” phil growled.

“yes daddy.”

phil went over to his pile of toys and picked out the gag, which had a nice black strap and a bright red ball in the middle, and brought it over to dan. “look at me.”

dan turned his head towards phil, meeting his bright blue eyes that were filled with lust. phil leaned in and pressed his mouth to dan’s, kissing him roughly right from the start. their mouths melded together, teeth clacking and lips bruising. phil swiped his tongue on dan’s soft bottom lip and dan immediately opened, a soft whine erupting low in his throat. suddenly, phil pulled back and slapped him roughly again, making dan pant even harder. phil pushed the ball in between dan’s pretty pink lips and pulled the strap around his head, pulling it tight.


dan nodded, and phil pressed a soft kiss to dans nose, then turned away and grabbed the brown leather belt from his dresser.

“you ready, whore?” phil asked dan, as he took his place behind him.

dan nodded and moaned low in his throat, trying to say ‘please’ but only managed to let out a garbled plea.

phil smirked and wrapped the belt around his hand for a better grip, then pulled his arm back and whipped it forward, the leather hitting dan’s pale back, forcing a shriek from dans mouth. phil grinned sadistically at the bright pink mark that was already forming on dan’s back.

every hit that phil delivered made dan’s muscles tighten up and a small moan leave his mouth, but not once did he move from his position. phil was on the last hit with the leather, and this one was the hardest, the sound of the belt hitting skin was deliciously loud and dan’s muffled moans were even better.

phil stepped back and looked at his handiwork, dan’s back scored with red marks, some had purple bruises beginning to form on the outside. dan’s breathing was heavy and ragged and his cock was constantly dripping precome now.

dan could feel his hot breath bounce off the wall and the pain dancing up and down his back was warm and stinging.

the belt buckle was a relatively new torture weapon to dan, and completely new to phil. back then, with dan’s previous partner, he was scared of the metal, the blood it pulled out, the way it stung for days afterwards. but now? now he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything, besides of course phil’s cock.

dan turned his head to the side and tried to say something, but his effort was unsuccessful.

“what was that, slut?” phil asked, walking to dan and facing him. dan tried once again to speak, but it came out muffled and incoherent. phil tugged the ball gag down and gripped dan’s chin. “what is it, whore?”

“d-daddy,” dan stammered, his voice shaky, “feels so good, want to bruise, want to bleed, please daddy more, more, want your cock too, i’m so hard, please!”

phil chuckled. “so impatient, so greedy. beg for it, you fucking cockslut.”

“daddy oh god please hit me more twenty isn’t enough! i want more, please. ruin me, mark me, abuse me, i need it! i want it, please sir,” dan begged, his voice dripping with desperation, his only thought was the metal glinting at the end of the belt still wrapped around phil’s hand.

phil sighed. “disappointing, thought you could do better. guess you just are a dumb whore.”

he stepped back and flipped the belt around so that the metal was dragging on the ground. phil had never been so aroused in his entire life, looking at his little cockslut in front of him, wrecked. but not wrecked enough, phil thought.

dan didn’t feel or hear anything for a feel seconds and was concerned that phil had left, when he felt the metal connecting with his skin. his mouth opened in a scream, the cold buckle pulling away before he could catch his breath. the pain shot through his body and his knees buckled, his head dipping low between his shoulders.

“ah, ah, remember whore, if you don’t stay in position you will get a punishment, and not one that your slutty little body will enjoy.” phil reprimanded, pulling the buckle back to him to prepare for another shot.

the buckle hit dan’s back again and another moan/scream ripped from his throat. he felt the warm blood from the harsh hit run down his back and he moaned again loudly despite the gag.

phil once again approached dan and pulled down the gag, whispering in his ear. “i want to hear your loud, whorish moans as i hit you, okay?”

“yes sir,” dan groaned, finally able to talk.

“good boy, such a good, slutty, princess for me.”

dan whined at the praise and arched his back, asking phil silently to hit him again.

phil grinned and complied, making the metal kiss dan’s skin again, and dan tipped his head back and screamed, the pain feeling better than any vibrator or other toy he had ever felt.

again and again the metal hit dans skin, and again and again dan screamed and moaned until his voice was hoarse. the last hit again was the worst, phil bringing down the buckle harder than ever before, opening up a bright red gash on dans back, blood pressing to the surface instantly. dan came instantly as the metal hit, unable to hold it in any longer, the pain just felt so overwhelmingly good.

phil looked at dan, his back painted with bright reds and purples and cum dripping slowly down his leg, and phil had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. it was his first time abusing dan like that, and phil loved it more than he cared to admit.

phil’s study was broken by a low whine from dan who was still in position and phil rushed to his side.

“don’t worry baby, it’s okay you did so good, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” phil asked gently, turning dan to face him.

dan’s face was a mess of tears and a bit of blood from his nose, and he looked absolutely exhausted. he still was breathing heavily and he looked up at phil with half-lidded eyes. “hurts,” he said softly.

“c'mere, love, can you make it to the bathroom?” phil asked gently, placing his hands on both sides of dans face.

dan nodded sleepily, his eyes drifting close as phil wraps his arm around his waist.

“i’m sorry baby, you have to stay awake just a bit more so we can get you taken care of, okay?” phil said, looking at dan to make sure he opened his eyes.

dan simply nodded again and they made their way slowly to the bathroom. when they got there, phil sat dan on the closed toilet seat while he began to fill the tub with water, not adding any bath bombs or bubbles as it might sting dan’s back. every so often he would turn around to make sure dan stayed awake, and to his credit, dan was trying.

phil stood from his position kneeling by the tub and went to leave, but he heard dan whine and turned around to see him making grabby hands at phil.

“i’ll be right back love. i have to go get some stuff for your back okay?” phil asked him.

“okay,” dan replied, all his energy spent.

phil smiles and kisses his curly hair before turning again and exiting the room.

he came back with some pain medication, salve, and gel to sterilize and soothe the marks. he set them on the counter and went over to dan to pick him up and help him to the bath. as dan sunk into the steamy water, he winced at the burn.

“do you want me to stay out here, princess?”

“yes daddy,” dan said quietly, but reached his hand out to phil, who grabbed it and began stroking his arm lightly.

“daddy?” dans soft voice carried to phil.

“yes, darling?”

“can we do that again?”

this is a lot longer than i thought it would be? also constructive criticism is always welcome as i’m new to writing


Still not really in the mood for arguing about Potter, but I am debating locking myself away and seeing if writing inspiration strikes this weekend.

Had a few headcanons floating around - can’t decide whether to spin out that Burbage fic, or rattle on with the Cokeworth one, or finally nail down the Cursed Child AU story that’s been babbling in the back of my brain.

Now that the year is over…I’ve been reflecting on the journey that was 2016.

I ran 12 marathons and 8 ultra marathons (2 hundreds, 1 50m, 1 6 hour (35 miles) and 5 50ks). Plus 3 ultra marathon training runs (two 30s and a 34) but those were just for fun.

20 marathons or longer. Three PRs. (I guess four? The first 100 and the 9 hour improvement on the second. And my marathon and 50k times.)

It’s been an amazing year for my running as I push my limits and redefine my possible. I’m not sure I’ll keep the same pace for 2017. I hope to PR my 100 in Dayton next year. That’s really my focus. I’ll do salton sea and some marathons before then.

I’m not sure what comes next. But I’m excited.

In the past 4 days I went to the gym 4 times, ran 4 5Ks, ate 4 days of clean and healthy foods, and took this picture in which I fell in love with myself.
I don’t do any upper body work (yet) because of a shoulder injury that I’m recovering from, but I work hard on my legs. I’ve never had nice legs, they’ve always been oddly shaped. This is the first time I’ve ever taken a picture and admired them.
I’m clearly overweight still, but I’ve never felt this small. It’s the most insane feeling, but I’m finally starting to feel healthy. I AM healthy. For the first time in my life, I’m taking care of myself. I deserve that much.

Five Times Derek and Stiles Touched ‘Platonically’ and the First Time They Didn’t by 42hrb

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 2103

It didn’t start off as anything other than friendship, werewolves are naturally touchy creatures and after everything that Stiles went through sometimes he needed physical contact to come back to himself. It really didn’t start as anything other than two guys who saved each other’s lives a lot, but it turned into… something.

Fic: A Different Kind of First Time

Summary: Sequel to my fic “Just Once,” but can be read as a stand-alone. Phil has only ever had casual hook-ups in the past and so has never had sex without a condom. Now in a relationship with Dan, he experiences it for the first time.
Word Count: 4.5K
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Smut, Fluff, Smut, Romance, Smut, Barebacking, and some Smut
Author’s Note: Quite a few people started following my blog after my last 2 or 3 fics were posted, and those fics were all very fluffy, with only hints at the things that go bump in the night. So scroll on by, little lambs, if you don’t want to learn some fun new vocabulary words. I promise to post some non-smutty fluff again soon. (Also, this fic is dedicated to Gilove2dance, who suggested the idea in a comment on “Just Once” on AO3.)
You can also read this fic on AO3 here

A Different Kind of First Time

Phil couldn’t seem to stay focused on anything today. He’d tried working on ideas for a new video, but just couldn’t keep his mind on topic. He settled on the sofa with his laptop for a while, trying to answer some tweets on Tumblr, but couldn’t think of anything clever or silly to say. He and Dan had gone out separately this morning, but Phil had gotten home first and Dan’s prolonged absence was driving him a bit mad. He made himself a cup of coffee and sat again on the sofa, one leg jiggling up and down in agitation.

When he heard Dan’s steps on the stairs, he sat up a little straighter in anticipation. When Dan unlocked the door and came in, Phil greeted him with a big smile. Dan blinked for a moment, then smiled back, closing the door behind him.

“What are you so happy about?” Dan asked suspiciously.

Phil shrugged, looking away, then smiled a sort of little private smile to himself before meeting Dan’s eyes again. His attention was caught by the pink box in Dan’s hands. “What’s that?”

Dan grinned. “Do you know what today is?”

Phil frowned in thought. “Um … Thursday?”

Dan rolled his eyes. “It’s Tuesday, actually, but that wasn’t what I meant. Today is our three-month anniversary … so I got you something.” His smile was a little shy as he offered the box to Phil. Phil opened it to find a cupcake with red frosting inside.

“Can I eat it now?” he asked with childlike enthusiasm, and Dan nodded. Phil took the cupcake out of the box and took a big bite. He groaned in pleasure. “Red velvet!” he mumbled with his mouth full.

“I know it’s your favorite,” Dan replied, looking pleased that his gift was so appreciated.

“Do you want a bite?” Phil offered, holding the cupcake toward Dan, but Dan shook his head.

“It’s for you. Because you’ve made me so happy these past three months.” His face was going a bit pink.

Phil set the cupcake down on the coffee table, heedless of the crumbs falling everywhere, and went to Dan, taking him in his arms and kissing him softly with lips sweetened by icing. “Me too,” he said quietly. “So happy.”

Dan stepped away and coughed. “We’re such saps,” he complained, but his pleasure at the attention was obvious. “Now what were you smiling about when I came in?”

“Can’t I just be happy to see you?” Phil asked, looking a little nervous. Dan instantly became suspicious again.

“What’s going on?” he demanded.

Phil went back to the sofa and sat down, his leg starting to jiggle again. He picked up his cup of coffee and took a distracted sip. “It’s been three months,” he said hesitantly.

“I know,” Dan replied. He gestured toward the crumb-strewn coffee table. “Hence the celebratory cupcake.”

“Well, um … you have to wait three months for an HIV test to be really accurate…”

Dan stiffened slightly, figuring out where this was probably going.

Phil continued in a rush, “So I counted back to the last time I had sex with anyone else, and I went and got tested after three months, and I got the results today, and I’m totally clean. No HIV, no STIs, nothing. Totally clean.” Phil glanced up at Dan’s face.

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Gift fic #2: jongyu; wolves; nc-17

for fede!

(would like to point out that this is 4.75k and it should not have been and that is my fault but i like to pretend it’s fede’s because i can. the only thing i had in mind when writing was i wanted backhugs & biting and then this happened. also this fic is a tease, both to readers and to me and did i set it up so i can continue on with it? yes! will i? probably!

i like this verse a lot. but i still curse you fede. also i’m just calling these gift fics now so i don’t feel so bad about how horribly behind i am.)

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listen up guys it’s time to do my favorite thing ever (promos) with one of my favorite people ever !! even though i’ve been here longer than her i’m p sure I have the least amount of followers but i’m not Petty or anything……🙄 anyway time to hit 1.5k! i’ll probably do something else once i hit that milestone so keep your eyes peeled 👀

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