treated myself for this weekend coming up

anonymous asked:

hey uncle mod, how those hands doing?

Getting better, I think? but it’s kinda slow; I did try not to use them for anything resembling drawing for the first half of the week, but I’ve been having a little go at the doodle comic to break myself back in when they’ve been feeling up to it. Still on a sort of hiatus officially but maybe I’ll be able to do some more work come the weekend. Thanks for asking buddy, I’m sorry you all have to be so patient with me!


Part 9! Finals are coming up, I’m going to be moving the following week, I am a officer to my school club/activity, and I’m starting to work full time as a manager in training at the shop I work at. During the summer, this will definitely be easier to upload! I hope everyone is having a great week. Going to retouch my hair tonight and treat myself so I can start my weekend sooner.

Parts- 1 : 2 : 3 : 4 : 5 : 6 : 7 : 8 

anonymous asked:

Grapholagnia :)

Send me a word and I will write a drabble

Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.

Are you the Anon who sent the request for mentally undressing also? I’m working on it. It may actually be a follow-on to this one. I sense that someone wants me to write smut…

Let me just say: I REGRET NOTHING!!! RATED M for ogling, drooling, disobedient pants, and potential future continuations.

The giggling draws me in. The girlish, bubbling noise out of place with the scent of chemical cleaners and formaldehyde that still lingers in the air. They scramble as they sense my approach, aware of their impending doom in the last second as I hold my hand out expectantly and confiscate the folder concealing whatever has distracted them from Rue’s hands. She averts her eyes, her cheeks darkening with an embarrassed flush as she hands it over to me.

“Please continue your work,” I calmly state in my best teacher voice.

“Yes, Miss Everdeen,” Rue and Sasha whisper in unison, bending their heads over their desks, pencils scratching away, completing their lab reports. With a satisfied nod, I return to the board, detailing their homework assignment as my class continues their quiet work.

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anonymous asked:

I read a lot about McKirk and their dogs. But what about a catowner AU?

  • So Bones is actually allergic to cats. Not real bad, but it’s not something he’s told Jim when they first started dating. And the mornings after he stays at Jim’s place, his nose is stuffed. Jim’s arm slides around Bones’ naked waist, his neck pressed in Bones’ neck, and he listens to Bones’ heavy breathing. At their feet, a cat is purring loudly, curled up in this ball of fluff that’s both the cutest and the cruelest thing ever. “Are you okay?” Jim asks as Bones sniffs, and Bones nods. “Yeah, just a cold.” And Jim instantly sits up straight. “Shit, really?” And his hand cups Bones’ face, thumb ever so gently running just over his cheekbone, and Bones doesn’t have the heart to tell him it’s because of his allergies. “Do you need anything? A warm bath, cup of tea, fresh orange juice?” Jim asks, and Bones looks up at him in awe. “Yes to all of those.” 
  • And Jim is being so sweet, too. He’s not a great cook, but he works hard throwing together a decent breakfast. He hates tea, much prefers coffee, but he still makes Bones a warm cup of tea, and massages Bones’ shoulders when they take a bath. 
  • So the next time Bones is over and the same happens, Jim tirelessly does the same. Bones wakes up to bagels and cream cheese, coffee from the corner deli, and later in the afternoon some chicken soup. This is pretty great.
  • And Molly is a pretty great cat. She’s sweet and playful, her fur an array or browns and greys, and her eyes the brightest of green to match Jim’s blues. She likes to sit with Bones on the couch, curl up on his lap and chase his fingers. 
  • One of these days he’s gonna have to go to a doctor, but today is not that day either. He’s in Jim’s house before Jim is, and so he takes his time to vacuum everything thoroughly, clean up the sheets and close the bedroom door so Molly can’t sneak in yet. He opens all the windows and takes a deep breath - instantly better. And then he cooks them both dinner. Jim’s obviously surprised because “How did you get my keys?” and “Did you clean up my house?” but he gets lucky on the couch afterwards so neither Jim or himself really mind. Come next morning though, his nose is stuffed again and his eyes are itchy. Jim’s fingers are running through his hair and he can feel the other guy look at him without opening his eyes just yet. When he does, Jim gives him a worried glance. “I think you might have a problem with your immune system,” he says gently, voice still soft from the morning, and Bones feels his fingers trace down the side of his face. “I looked it up. Or like, some chronic cold. Did you go to a doctor?” “Jim, I am a doctor. That’s how we met-” “No, I know, but I mean, doctors need a second opinion sometimes,” Jim says. Bones sighs. “I don’t have any issues with my immune system nor do I have acute sinusitis.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m allergic to cats.” Jim’s fingers freeze, and Bones wishes he hadn’t just said that. “Excuse me?” He sits up straight, frowning. “You’re allergic to cats?” “Only a little,” Bones admits. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Jim asks, and Bones sits up straight as well, reaching out to gently pat Molly’s head. “It’s only a little, and you were being nice when you thought I was sick.” Jim huffs. “You’re such a liar. You should have told me.” “Why? Did I lose my bathtub massage privileges?” “Oh yes”
  • But Jim’s not really that angry. In fact, the next time Bones comes over, Jim has banished Molly from the bedroom permanently, but he’s made it up to her by buying her like a big scratch post she can climb up on. He’s also bought these air purifiers for the living room and his bedroom. He’s definitely not getting rid of Molly because of Bones. And he’s not getting rid of Bones either. But he drags Bones to the doctor (”God damn it Jim, I’m a doctor myself!”) for allergy pills.
  • And then when Bones does wake up, it’s definitely a little better. Jim’s arms are around him, his face buried deep in Bones’ neck. Definitely the best way to wake up, ever.
  • Bones coming over to Jim’s place with treats and catnip for Molly. Even when Jim’s out for a weekend to visit his mom, Bones stays over at Jim’s place to look after her. It’s totally worth it, despite his stuffy nose. Jim comes home late that Sunday night Bones is asleep on the couch, cat on his chest, and he’s probably breathing a little heavier than he should. Jim just drops his bags on the floor and falls down next to Bones, kissing his cheek and greeting his cat with the necessary hugs. “D’you need a steamy bath and a massage?” Jim asks, and Bones grins tiredly. “Did I earn those privileges again?” He asks, stifling a yawn and then pulling Jim in for a kiss. “Maybe,” Jim says, softly against his lips, “more so if you’d move in with me.” Bones smiles, fingers running through Jim’s hair to keep him close. “Haven’t I kind of already?”

16.2.2016 // 17/100

My purple highlighter started to die out on me. Have no fear, I found some old markers light enough be used as highlighters! Had my first biology exam of the semester today. Feeling good about it. Now I need to focus on my physics exam coming up! Oh the joy of exam taking. 📚💯✔️

Hope you all had a lovely Valentines Day weekend either with your loved ones, fellow single people, or giving yourself some well deserved ‘you’ time. Treat yo self! 💃🏼🌹❤️🍷

P.S. Valentine’s Day candy is on sale. I bought myself some M&Ms today. 👌🍫

nekys  asked:

Hello Guys! Can you describe what you normally do in a typical day (both Sheila and Sylar)?

On weekdays Sheila wakes up around 6:00am for work at 7. She gets dressed and ready and leaves by 6:30. Sometimes Sylar gets up and packs her lunch or computer for her, other times he just sleeps. 

Sheila works until 3:30pm. (I’m a graphic designer so I’m constantly on the computer or taking product photography.)

Sylar stays at home and usually cleans or does errands. Grabs groceries, does the laundry, etc etc. If theres nothing to do he plays video games or watches tv. Sometimes we talk around lunchtime, if anything specific needs to be done, anything to get on the way home, plans if we are going somewhere etc etc. 

When Sheila goes home sometimes she’ll pick up Sylar for cosplay or house shopping. 

Otherwise Sheila comes home and Sylar makes her dinner and sets up her computer for her. 

Then we either play video games together (FFXIV) or seperately, or watch tv while sheila codes, edits photos, works on cosplay or writes. Sometimes we roleplay over IM or something. Or we get ready and go out for a movie. It just depends. 

Lately Sylar forces Sheila to play DAI to catch up on Trespasser (he’s seen it all).

We’ll have dinner, maybe get ice cream and we’re usually in bed around 1am. Even if Sylar stays up later, her lays down with Sheila and we talk or roleplay until we/she fall asleep.  If sylar stays up its to watch youtube videos or play league. 

Sylar works late on the weekends. Like 6pm-1am. I’ll come home on a friday, spend some time with him then take him to work. Usually I write/read/make cosplay to preoccupy myself until I have to go pick him up. Then we head home and go to bed, same ol same ol. 

On weekends its much the same. Just way more video games and cosplay creation. On early saturdays we might head to the fabric district and then little tokyo for cosplay and treats.

holden-and-indigo-deactivated20  asked:

Part of the Bruce Jenner interview reminded me of something you posted (I swear you did, or maybe I'm crazy, if so, please ignore); when he said he can't wait for his nail polish to chip. What a beautiful sentiment.

I am pretty sure I have posted that exact sentiment before, but if I have not, I know that I have expressed it a number of times in my life.

It seems like one of those really trivial things, but it is one of those really big signifiers of being able to have the ability to fully express yourself without having to compromise. I am pretty out, and have carved out a great deal of space in which to express myself fully and authentically but even so I totally feel that way. I can (and do) keep my toes painted nearly all the time at this point, but my fingers are another story. I am lucky if I can paint them Friday night and leave that on all weekend. Even if it is just to run an errand or something I have to carefully consider when I want to do it, and if I want to remove my polish before heading out, wait to paint until after it is done, or just not paint them altogether. It will certainly be less of an issue when I am more out in the community here, but for now most of the time when I paint my fingernails it lasts a night, and then I have to take it off for one reason or another. In all honesty, I think the longest I have ever had nail polish on my fingers has been 3-4 days.

In the grand scheme of things it is just nail polish, but at the same time that simple fashion statement means a lot to somebody (like me) for whom painted nails are an enjoyable/fun/desirable thing. For most women the choice to paint nails is just that, a simple fashion decision, for me it comes wrapped up in all sorts of bigger decisions on how/where/when/why I am presenting myself in a certain way to the world. I try not to get too worked up about it, but it would be nice sometimes to be able to not have that clear psychological letdown at the end of a weekend when I am taking off my nail polish, or to be able to treat myself to a manicure sometime and not feel like it was a waste because I had to remove it a day or two later (not to mention wondering whether a particular salon was trans friendly or not), or to even compliment or talk about a coworker’s nail polish without feeling weird.

So yeah, that comment definitely hit home with me.

I've come to a decision,

and, I think, with the scripts nearing finalization, it’s about time to treat myself to a weekend of pampering. If I’m going to be on the television screen of thousands, if not millions of people, I’ll have to look my best, and my hair could definitely use a trim and a touch up. 

I’m even open to the possibility of making it a girls night - so if anyone else wants to join me, let me know so I can make reservations for us. All of America will see our faces soon enough, and we begin filming in only a couple weeks - I’m nothing if not a planner.