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I have a journal, but what do I write in it?

Look no further! Here are some ideas for keeping a journal.
•The daily journal. This is the stereotypical diary where you write everything! Write how your day was, your secrets, your friends, everything!
•A dream journal. Right when you wake up, grab a pen and start describing every detail from your dream. Doing this helps you to remember your dreams, interpret them, and studies show that it makes you more likely to lucid dream!
•A prayer journal. If you’re religious, this one is perfect for you! Use it to worship and write bible verses, prayers, and keep lists of people you need to pray for so you don’t forget.
•A daily log. You can choose to keep track of your sleeping patterns, exercise, what you eat, the medications you take, and if you have any health problems, you can also keep track of the symptoms you get! You can combine all of these in one journal or keep a separate journal for each log.
•A bullet journal. This is one of the most common journals that people keep. In these, you write your to-do lists, your plans, calendars, upcoming events, etc. This helps to boost your memory, keep organized in life, and gives you a better sense of control.
•A quote journal. Use it to write down your favorite quotes, or just make up your own!
•A weight loss/gain journal. In this one, you can keep track of you weight, your calories, and your exercise habits to make sure you get to the healthy weight you desire.
•An art journal. Use this journal to draw, paint, or create collages or scrapbook pages!
•A travel journal. Take it with you whenever you travel. Whether it’s to another country or just to another city. Jot down your experiences, your road trips, plane rides, cruises, and destinations! Remember to include photos, used travel tickets, a coin from a different currency, a postcard, a souvenir (like a shell or leaf), etc!
•A poetry journal. This is pretty self-explanatory. Write down your favorite poems or create your own!
•A journal for studying. If you’re attending school or a university, you obviously already have a notebook for school stuff. So why not make it more fun? Add stickers, color, and things you need to improve on!
•A journal for your career. This is especially useful if you run a business. Here, you can keep track of important dates, meetings, finances, and more!
•A journal for bills, taxes, and your house. This might sound boring, but it can be very useful! You can write yourself reminders, when you paid for utilities, etc.
•A journal for your sports/hobbies. If you enjoy soccer, swimming, gymnastics, biking, knitting, or art, this would be perfect for you. Whenever you do your sport or hobby, you can write about what you did, what you learned, and how you’ll better your skills. This is a fun way to keep track of progress and achievements!
•A pregnancy journal. It’s okay if you’re already 7 or 8 months along in your pregnancy. It’s never too late to start a pregnancy journal (unless of course, you have already given birth). Write either to your baby or just for yourself. Put in pictures of your ultrasounds, your baby bump, name ideas, etc!
•A journal for your children. Write down everything and give it to your child when she/he turns 18. Keep track of the dates when they lost their first tooth, got an award, broke their first bone, made their first friend, etc! Document everything! Include pictures of your child, schoolwork and drawings created by him/her, and more! Wouldn’t it be cool if you had a journal like that from when you were growing up? You could find out the exact date when you lost your first tooth, or took your first steps or said your first words. Even if your kid is already 13, start one now!
•A journal shared with someone else. Get a journal and pick someone to share it with. Whether it’s a sibling, parent, spouse, cousin, or friend, this will be a great way to keep memories. Write notes to each other, attach pictures of each other, write down funny conversations, and more! Did you get married to this person on July 7th? Write it! Did you meet this person on Christmas Eve? Write it! If the person lives far away, you can mail the book back and forth instead of using individual cards.
•A journal to your lost loved one. Keep a journal where you write to your friend, family member, or pet who passed away. This is very therapeutic and it can help you through your time of grief.
•A journal for lists. Keep lists of your favorite music, movies, books, places, and video games so you can see how your preferences change over time.
•A journal for signatures and autographs. Keep a journal full of signatures and autographs written by family members, friends, or even celebrities! It would be awesome to have a book full of their own personal handwriting to you.
•A journal for your budget. Keep track of your savings, spendings, and earnings!
•A journal for reviews. If you read a book or watch a movie, write a review of it in your journal and rate it.
•An heirloom journal. You can be the start of it! Keep a journal and pass it down from generation to generation and allow your family members to write whatever they want in it. Imagine if you found a journal that was written by your previous ancestors who were your great great great great grandparents? Way too cool!
•A journal for wish lists. Write things you plan on buying in the future. Whether cheap or expensive. Keep a list of songs you want to download, books you want to buy, and more.
•A vent journal. Use this journal whenever you’re feeling a strong emotion. Extreme anger or sadness or fear? Take it out on the pages! Scribble, rant, write angry notes you’ll never send, draw dark pictures, or just vent. SCREAM on those pages and let it out!
Happy journaling! And if you know any more, just comment it down below :)

Mental Toughness.

Mentality is everything in fitness. Your attitude towards whatever you are doing will bleed through into the result. 

A saying I hear often is that the hardest thing to do when trying to achieve a goal is to start, but I disagree. I believe the hardest thing to do when trying to get from A to B is to keep fighting towards where you want to be when you wind up at C, or D, or Q. No fitness journey will be without it’s hiccups, and how you respond to those moments is what will define your results. 

Road bumps on your path can come in many shapes or sizes. Anywhere from a slip up on your diet, to an injury that sidelines you for an extended period of time. A lot of people have this idea that successful athletes or fitness professionals don’t ever hit hard times. I have worked people who range from elite athletes, to everyday people stepping into the gym for the first day and I can tell you with 100% certainty that they overall hit about the same amount of low points. The difference between those who are successful and those who aren’t is how they handle those low points. 

Just like anything else, being mentally tough takes practice. Not everyone can start with the discipline and mentality of an elite athlete. Here are some tips I’ve picked up along my journey that have helped me keep my head right. 

1. Prepare: Before you go to the gym, or even start your day. Take a few minutes to get your head space right. Why are you doing what you’re doing? What goal are you trying to reach? Make sure you’re completely focused on your task or tasks. 

2. Push: Push yourself, test your limits. Getting out of your comfort zone can be a hard thing to do, but once you’re there you’ll see how amazing it feels to break down your own mental barriers.

3. Get comfortable with being uncomfortable: Nothing worth having comes easy in fitness. Which is why it’s such a great thing, because everything you achieve you know you had to work for. Get comfortable with the idea that you’re going to hurt, you’re going to be tired, and you’re going to want to quit. As long as you can get past those feelings, you will succeed. 

4. You can always do something: This is probably the biggest one for me personally. Too tired to get to the gym? Stretch. Hurt your leg and can’t do your leg workout? An extra upper body day never hurt anyone. Super hungry and out of calories for the day? Make an enormous salad and take those calories out of tomorrow, chances are you wont even notice. No matter how dim it seems there is always something you can do to get your closer to your goal, even if it is only by an inch. 

Your mentality defines who you are, and a strong mind is the catalyst of a strong body. 

Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU Masterlist

all the way home i’ll be warm -  It takes Yuuri three Christmases (and one Phichit) to realise that Viktor has always spent his alone.

Apple of his Eye - Everything has to start from somewhere.
It is unlike Newton where an apple falls on his head one day and inspires all of his works that shaped the current world.Viktor, however, well…

The Art of Broomstick Waxing - "You wanted to know what I was doing this morning, right?“ JJ winks at Minami. "Just ask your Captain."Seungil shoots him a glare that’s somewhere between I’m going to hex you and shut up or no sex for a month.In which Seungil burns JJ’s "Don’t flirt with me, my boyfriend is an Auror!” shirt, JJ becomes the subject of target practice, and trouble brews amidst the UK Quidditch Cup.

Black and Gold - Yuri!!! On Ice Hogwarts AU. Yuuri is in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts when the next Triwizard Tournament takes place, allowing him to meet his idol, Viktor Nikiforov, for the first time.More pairings and relationships will be added as the story progresses.

Catch Me If You Can -  Yuuri Katsuki is 13 when he gets into the Hogwarts exchange student program. It’s everything that he’s ever imagined it would be and more. There’re pasties and mermaids and butterbeer and centaurs and Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch! But probably the best thing about being here is getting to see his longtime idol and renowned Seeker on the Russian national team, Victor Nikiforov, in the flesh. A few chance encounters and not-so chance encounters and maybe, just maybe, can Victor finally notice one of his biggest fans?

champion of the cup, victor of the heart -  Three champions, two hearts, one victor.
Let the Triwizard Tournament begin!

charm -  Yuuri is now in his sixth year at Hogwarts and the victim of his secret affections, Victor, approaches him one day during Charms. Growing and changing isn’t something Yuuri likes to do, but he soon realizes it’s a crucial part to living.

Colder -  It’s the beginning of Guang-Hong Ji’s fifth year at Hogwarts, and it seems like it’ll be alright. He’s got good classmates, good (if sometimes questionable) friends, and overall, life is pretty steady. Especially with Leo by his side.
But this year is also turning out to be one full of changes - everybody’s starting to fall in love. And that “everybody” might just include Guang-Hong, with the one person he didn’t want to.

darling, we both know - You can grow up with someone and be simultaneously better and worse for it.(Or: the HP Wizarding World (not set in Hogwarts!) AU where they meet as preteens, fuck as teenagers, fall in love as adults, and occasionally find time to magically figure skate.)

Don’t fly past me, darling (I’ve been in love with you since the beginning) - Gryffindor Seeker Yuuri Katsuki Pulls Off Dangerous Nikiforov Spiral, the article had been titled.Of course Viktor wanted a word with him. No one in their right mind attempted the Nikiforov Spiral— especially not bumbling, overweight Hogwarts students who weren’t Gryffindor Seekers anymore, no matter what the article implied. He’d been three sheets to the wind, under the influence of Madam Chulanot’s finest Odgen’s Old Firewhiskey, and flown with half a brain.

Entwining Fates - Imagine if Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, after the demise of you-know-who, started accepting foreign students in an effort for greater unity among wizarding communities around the world. Imagine that, in this changing climate of diversity and social acceptance, Hogwarts also decided to host an exchange programme with select students from Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for a semester.Imagine, then, if a young Japanese wizard by the name of Yuuri Katsuki had transferred to Hogwarts to escape his past, just in time to meet a Russian Quidditch player who would blow open the very doors he was trying so desperately to close.A story of love, magic, and teenagers trying to find themselves.

The Eros of Magic - He was just an ordinary wizard with a great fondness for magical creatures. He had no serious goals in his life and he was content traveling the world to help with handling and finding new homes for the beings he adored with his whole heart. He did not have great expectations from the future.Until his long time idol, the great Viktor Nikiforov crashed into his life and turned everything upside down.Literally.Or the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them AU no one asked for.

Exchange Student - (Harry Potter AU) Yuuri goes to Mahoutokoro School of Magic in Japan with his friends, Yuuko and Takeshi. One day, it is announced that there will be exchange students from Thailand, China, and Russia visiting from various wizarding schools. It just so happens that one of Russia’s greatest wizard prodigies, Viktor Nikiforov, is one of those students. What happens when Yuuri and Viktor meet for the first time and change each other’s worlds?

Expomise -  Expomise: a transformation spell that bonds two objects together.
/ Yuuri is at Hogwarts. So is everyone else./

Fantastic Friends (and Maybe a Boyfriend) and Where to Find Them -  The origin and adventure of our favorite smol bean (Yuuri Katsuki) going to our favorite magical school: Mahoutokoro Hogwarts.

Fundamental Laws of Magic and Attraction - "By the time classes start again, everyone at Hogwarts has heard the story about how Lee Seungil, the Hogwarts Champion, was dramatically played and dumped by Jean-Jacques Leroy, the Durmstrang Champion.“In which the Triwizard Tournament returns to Hogwarts, Hufflepuffs control the student-run rumor mill, more than one person attempts to hex JJ, and Professor Katsuki is hiding something Very Important.

I’d rather be skating - Sometimes, when a muggle child gets an acceptance letter from a wizarding school, they say no.Victor Nikiforov would rather be skating. Yuuri Katsuki would rather be normal.

if these wings could fly - Already, the announcer’s taken the chance to sneak in some snide commentary. Viktor tunes it out by watching Yuuri weave between the Slytherin Beaters expertly, his features tense with concentration as he pulls off a complicated manoeuvre and dodges a Bludger while stealing the Quaffle from one of Slytherin’s Chasers. The early advantage for Gryffindor nets Yuuri loud cheers from three Houses, and Viktor spots Phichit waving a banner charmed to morph between several different cute drawings of Yuuri telling himself words of encouragement. Even from down here, close to the ground, Viktor can see the real Yuuri’s joy and determination as he faces the pumped-up spectators.In that moment, with Yuuri soaring upward, framed by the clear skies and roars from the stands, Viktor finally understands that his friend belongs to a place where he can never follow.

thunder storms // josh dun

requested by a ray of sunshine called @5secondsofwhatthecrap 💕

“Okay boys, soundcheck is done,” you shouted, Tyler and Josh both smiling at you and beginning to place their drumsticks and ukuleles away ready for the next live performance. Josh got up from behind his drum set and made his way over to you, where you stood holding a clipboard and making sure everything was ready.

“What do you need now?” you asked Josh jokingly as he approached you, a wild grin painted on his lips.

“Just double checking everything is ready for tonight. There’s going to be a thunder storm and I was just making sure that wouldn’t affect anything,” he said, and you felt your breath hitch immediately.

“A, um, t-thunder storm?” you whispered, and Josh stared at you confused.

“Yeah, it shouldn’t start till after the show, but just in case it came early I wanted to make sure everyone would be safe.” 

You were already feeling your hands start to shake at the thought of a storm, but you tried to hold the clipboard in your fingers steady as much as possible. You didn’t want to look like a coward in front of Josh, especially because of how close the two of you had come.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n? You look really pale,” Josh whispered, concern evident in his voice. He took a step towards you and lightly touched you forearm, but you quickly stepped back away from him.

“I’m okay, you better get backstage and start getting ready,” you spoke as confidently as you could, and even mustered up a smile to try and convince him. Josh stared at you warily, before frowning and walking towards the dressing rooms. 

After a while you were able to take some deep breaths and regain your confidence slightly. Like Josh had said, the storm wouldn’t start until after the show, so you’d be able to find a quiet place afterwards away from the thunder.

However, halfway through the performance, you realized that Josh had been wrong. Even over Tyler’s singing and Josh’s drum were you able to hear the first crack of lightning outside. You jumped immediately and felt your fingers start to shake again, but you knew you had to look strong so to help if anything went wrong.

When the show had finished, Tyler and Josh immediately went backstage to shower and get changed. You watched the crowd start to filter out of the venue from your spot backstage, and that helped calm you for a while. But you soon heard more rumbling thunder outside, and your body shook again.

“Y/n, are you alright?” you heard a voice ask from behind you, and you turned to see the worried face of Josh staring back at you.

“What? Oh, yeah sorry, just daydreaming,” you mumbled, forcing out an unconvincing laugh. You saw Josh’s eyebrows furrow with worry, but he brushed the subject off.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, his fingers playing with the plastic bottle in his hands. You nodded quickly and clutched your clipboard to your chest, your knuckles beginning to go white from holding it so tight.

You walked past Josh and he protectively held his hand on your lower back, and you felt a bit at ease knowing he was there. He led you through the venue until you reached a door, which he opened without hesitation.

As soon as you got a glimpse of the rain outside you stepped backwards and started shaking your head. Josh stared at you with confusion as you hid your clipboard over your face, your eyes staring over the top of it terrified.

A large bolt of lightning hit the ground nearby, making the earth shake beneath your feet. You screamed and felt your legs turn to jelly, before feeling two hands grab you and hold you up. You couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face, and you gasped for breath as Josh carefully helped you sit on the ground with your back against the wall.

“Hey, Y/n, it’s okay,” you heard him whisper in your ear, before you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and bring you closer. You lay your head on Josh’s chest and cried, your heart beating faster every second. Josh wrapped his other arm around you and brought you closer to him, drowning out the noise of the storm slightly.

“Listen to me. The storm isn’t that bad, it’s not going to hurt you. I promise I’ll keep you safe from it until it’s over,” Josh whispered comfortingly to you, and you nodded your head slowly. Josh leant forward carefully and pulled open the door again to see the storm, making you sink your face back into his chest and start shaking your head. 

“Okay, we’re no good being in here. I’m going to take you out to the tour bus and we’ll be safe in there, I promise,” Josh spoke gently, before you felt his arms positioning themselves around you to pick you up. You buried your face in his chest and held onto him terrified as he carried you out the door.

You could feel the raindrops slamming into your body and the thunder erupting all around you. Your face was wet from crying and you had already soaked Josh’s shirt with your tears more than the rain had.

Josh walked slowly to comfort you but quickly to make it to the bus faster. Soon you felt him loosen his grip on you slightly and reach forward to open the bus door. It was much warmer inside than outside, and you already felt a bit safer. 

Josh passed the light switch and took you straight over to the beds, where he carefully lay you down on one of them. As soon as you felt his grip loosen however, you began to get frightened again. Josh noticed this, and quickly got into the bed and lay beside you.

He brought the blanket up over you before wrapping his arm around you, pulling your face into his chest. You clutched onto his shirt as you cried, your sobs echoing loudly around the dark and empty tour bus.

“Shhh, don’t worry Y/n. I’m here. I’ll protect you,” Josh whispered, and slowly you began to calm down. You felt safe in Josh’s arms, and although you flinched whenever thunder started outside, Josh tightened his grip on you and made you feel better.

Soon you started to fall asleep, the rain outside beginning to clear into a light shower. Josh stayed by your side, until just before you had fallen asleep, when he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispered something.

“I’ll always protect you Y/n, you don’t ever need to worry.”

Goodnight Alexander//Alec Lightwood Imagine

Request: A fic where Alec Lightwood is nervous about spending the night with the reader (fem) for the first time but then he gets all cuddly!😍

‘’Why do you look so nervous?’’i said looking at him with a raised eyebrow of mine.

‘’I’m not nervous.’’He sat on the bed next to where i’m lying and starting to bite his nails.I knew him well to see that he was anxious.

‘’Then why are you biting your nails.’’i said sitting next to him.’’You can’t fool me Lightwood.’’

‘’I don’t want to mess this thing up.’’he said fastly.’’I don’t want to ruin everything.’’

‘’You’re going to mess up what?Spending the night with me?’’I chuckled a little.I knew i shouldn’t have done it,but he didn’t have anything to be worried.

‘’I can!’’Alec turned his head to me.I looked at him with a smile on my face.’’I can snore,make you fall on the floor or talk in my sleep.’’

I started to chuckle even more.’’Alec are you serious?’’i said while i was giggling.

‘’You’re right.’’he said sighing.’’I’m being a 5 year old again.’’

‘’Okay.’’i said touching his shoulder.’’Come on,let’s go to sleep.It’s been a long day.’’I held his hand and he nodded,lied on the bed,next to me.He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer to him.I rested my head on his chest before i turned my face to see him.He leaned and kissed me while his hand found it’s place on my hand.

‘’I love you Y/N.’’he said rubbing your cheek with his nose.

‘’I love you too.’’I said kissing his cheek.

‘’Goodnight,angel.’’He held me tighter and stroaked my hair softly.


Forget Me {Klaus Mikaelson}

Originally posted by leveraged-buyout

Request: ‘One shot about going to New Orleans w/ Klaus bc you love him but something happens + he compels you to forget him and everything you shared together. No Hayley like she doesn’t exist or whatever’

Author: Me (alloftheimaginesblog aka bigblueboxwiththemadmaninside)

Note: I’m only on Episode 9 of the Originals so details are a bit AU than what really happened. 

Reader Gender: Any. No specific pronouns are used (I use ‘they’/’them’).

Word Count: 1642

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anonymous asked:

AAAAAARGGH ! Chapter 13 killed me, like really :( where do you find that inspiration ? That faculty to break my heart ? Well anyway thank you for your hardwork and I can't wait to read the final chapter ! xx. @llovewin_s

My inspiration was sitting down while I was originally planning the fic knowing that I needed to break everything down to give the characters time to back off and reflect before I could build it all back up and while brainstorming thinking, what is the absolute worst thing I can do to them both at this point. Because obviously another stupid verbal miscommunication wasn’t going to work because they’ve started to talk and get past it so it had to be something that they both had solid justifications on their respective sides for doing. And then it hit me ;)

I know the call was a little shitty but I hope the rest is okay! Enjoy :)

Eric’s phone stops ringing for a second before automatically shrilling again. He brings the object to his ear and lets out a sigh before answering.
“Hi babe”, he hears his favorite voice on the other side of the line. “Are you busy? I need help with something”
“What do you need help with? Is everything okay, y/n?”
“I’m home alone and in need of special attention from my daddy”
“I’ll be there in five” he says before hanging up and running to his car.

When Eric arrives, you take him into your room, where he immediately pins you up against the wall.
He attacks your neck with kisses, leaving hickies here and there. You let out a few small moans, pulling him back to take both shirts off.
He starts leaving love bites on your chest, as you feel his hardness below your navel.
Soon you were left in you underwear in your bed, in a hardcore making out session. Eric moves your panties to the side as he starts rubbing your clit with his large middle finger.
“Oh, daddy” you moan, bitting your lip.
He bends down and whispers “Say it louder, baby girl. Scream it to the world that you’re mine.” Eric starts grinding himself harder on your clit, driving you insane.
“D-daddy”, you groan, “I need you”
The boy starts kissing down your stomach, ripping your bra off in the process.
He takes the hem of your panties with his teeth and starts putting them down slowly.
“Eric”, you moan impatiently.
“It’s daddy to you” he says, putting a finger inside me. He starts pumping his finger in and out.
“No cumming yet, baby girl” he says, licking his fingers.
Eric takes his pants and boxers off. He smirks, as he stands in front of you, his cock in your face. He gestures you to start sucking, and you do so without hesitation. He moans, tugging your hair as you bob your head, pumping the rest.
“Shit, y/n, you’re amazing” He groans.
After a few minutes, you move back up and kiss him.
He positions himself, teasing your entrance with his tip.
“Please, daddy, please”, you whin, desperately wanting him inside you.
“Daddy, please, what?” He smirked.
“Please fuck me, daddy. Please”
He spanks your ass before thrusting into you with no warning, causing you to let out some loud moans.
“Faster, please, daddy” you beg. He nods and starts going faster.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” He mumbles.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Shit, daddy”, you groan as you finish. Eric finishes not too long after you. He pulls out, kissing your cheek.
“Cuddle me, please” you beg, freezing your butt off. He wraps his arms around you and snuggles his face into your neck. You can feel his bare chest against your back.
“I love you, daddy”, you say.
“I love you too, baby girl”, he whispers, kissing your head.

Ready to Rock

Originally posted by xmendaily

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Ready to Rock

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Can you do a Warren X Reader where your this shy, quiet person and the teacher makes you and Warren partners for everything in class for the rest of the year. As you two work together you start to open up and he finds out how much badass and heavy metal lover you are.

Note: Aww yisss! I had a gr8 idea for this a long time ago, and I’m so glad it fits into the prompt omg. I made up a fictional rocker for this, so if you don’t know what I’m talking about when we get there, that’s why.

Warnings: None?

You were pink pastels and flower crowns, pretty skirts and frilly lace. Warren was spikes and leather jackets, heavy boots and motorcycles, and most importantly rock music. You always heard Warren blasting the music in his dorm, so loud the walls shook. Anytime you forgot where his room was, you just followed the music like a trail of breadcrumbs.

“Warren!” you shouted over the music. Your fist banged against the door as loud as you could. The music flicked off and the door swung open. You pushed your large round glasses up your nose and hugged your books tighter to your chest. “Um, are you still up for a study session, or…?”

There was a long pause, in which you realized Warren was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Not even a shirt. He was ready for bed.

“Oh yeah, yeah. Sorry. Forgot.”

“I-it’s fine.” you took a faltering step back, the sight of this literal angel shirtless in front of you was almost too much for your heart, causing it to race in your chest. His strong feathered wings stretched behind him in a way similar to flexing muscles, showing off. Not that he needed to. “Um, I can leave if it’s too late. Sorry for-”

“No!” he almost shouted when you turned to leave, his cheeks betraying him by flushing pink. “I mean…it’s not too late if you want to come in. Curfew isn’t for another hour, and I’ll definitely fail if you don’t help me, so…”

“Okay,” you nodded. He stepped out of the doorway so you could walk inside. You took a seat on his bed. He hastily began to tidy up, pushing discarded clothes out of the way and stacking scattered records and books. You took notice of the large ‘Cupid and the Fallen Angels’ poster hanging on Warren’s wall. Her long hot pink hair blew in the wind, and large feathery wings were mounted on her back. She was dressed as many rockers were, in a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, high-heeled boots. She had a quiver full of arrows that she sometimes fired into the crowds at her concerts, and her lips were painted in the shape of a heart. A small smile tugged at your lips. “You like Cupid, huh?”

“What? Oh, yeah. She’s great.” Warren answered. “Got one of her records around here somewhere.”

“Cool.” you nodded, cracking open your Algebra book. Warren sat beside you. Subconsciously, one of his wings came to rest on your shoulder, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You smiled under the weight.

“Is that okay? Sorry. I didn’t ask. It just happens sometimes.” Warren’s wing twitched. You had never seen him so vulnerable before.

“It’s fine.” you assured him, scooting a bit closer. “It’s really warm.”

“I know.” he smirked, reading the book over your shoulder. “So, I hope you can help me understand this, or I’m going to fail.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”


A few days later, you sat with Warren at lunch, joining him in the courtyard, which was surprising to say the least.

“How’d you do on the test?”

“Didn’t get it back yet.”

“How do you think you did?”

“Better than I’m used to.” he admitted. He was fully clothed this time, but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the thick muscles that lined his chest. God, Warren was something else. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” you smiled, your eyes meeting his. “Anytime you need help, just give me a call.”

“Will do.”


“(Y/N)!” Warren called a few days later, swooping through the courtyard in search of you. You waved him over, both hands high above your head. He landed in front of you, a somewhat bent paper in his hand. It was the test.

“So? What’s the verdict?”

“I got a B!” he stated.

“I’m so sorry-”

“Sorry? That’s the best I’ve done all year!” Warren scooped you up in his arms, engulfing you in a tight bear hug. Your feet dangled above the ground as he practically swung you around. You had almost never seen him smile, not like this. “I’m so happy I could kiss you.”

“Yeah?” you somewhat challenged, still dangling above the ground in his strong arms.

“Yeah.” he set you down and leaned in, but just before your lips met…


“(Y/N), do you vant to practice teleporting vizh me?” Kurt asked, appearing out of thin air.

“Um, sure,” you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. You pressed a long, meaningful kiss to Warren’s cheek, causing his wings to falter and his eyelids to flutter. “I’ll see you later, okay Warren?”

“Um, y-yeah. See you later.” he was in a daze. He didn’t even care that you had left with Kurt. You had kissed him. God, he was whipped.


“Woah dude,” Peter raised his goggles. “Do you need to see the nurse? You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I’m fine. I was just…kissed by an angel.”

Peter took a bite of his Twinkie. “You’re screwed, buddy.”

“Tell me about it.”


“Hey Warren,” you approached Warren at lunch about a month later, very obviously hiding something behind your back.

“Oh hey,” he smiled that charming smile of his that had been making more and more appearances since you found your way into his life.

“I um…Cupid and the Fallen Angels are coming to town, and my uncle owns the stadium they’re performing in, so…he hooked me up with these.” you handed him a ticket and a backstage pass hanging on a lanyard. Warren’s eyes widened and his jaw just about hit the floor.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t go. I’m gonna be out of town, but uh, Uncle Howard gave me some for the whole crew, so you won’t be alone.”

“Thank you so much,” he took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly.

“Don’t mention it.” you mumbled into his muscled chest. He chuckled.

“Maybe next weekend I could…take you out for dinner to make up for it?”

“Sure.” you nodded. “I’d like that.”


“Warren!” you knocked on his door minutes before the crew was leaving for the concert.

“Yes?” he opened the door, already dressed in his Cupid shirt. His fluffy Mohawk was arranged into neat curls, and his ensemble was enhanced by his signature leather jacket.

“I…this is gonna sound weird. Can I borrow one of your jackets? It’s an emergency.”

“Yeah, sure,” he let you into his room and opened his closet, revealing at least ten leather jackets. He handed you one, wrapping it around your shoulders. It was such a contrast to your usual pastel and flowers wardrobe, but he would admit: you looked hot.

“Thank you so, so much, oh my God.” you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek. “I owe you.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but what is it for, exactly?”

“Um…I’ll tell you when it’s over.”

“O…kay…?” Warren’s eyebrows crinkled. “Oh, and uh, thank you so much for the tickets.”

“No prob. See you later?”

“Yeah, see you later.” he stated. You winked before walking off. He smiled, leaning against the doorway. He liked the sight of you in his clothes. He might have to loan you his jackets more often.


“Are you ready to rock?!” you walked onto the stage, demanding attention and channeling confidence with every step. The heavy eyeliner and the bright pink wig you wore in all of your concerts were more enough to throw anyone who knew you off of your scent. Yes. You were Cupid.

Being a teleporter certainly helped you make it to shows on time no matter where they were. You didn’t work quite like Kurt. You used portals, and therefore you could transport further than he could.

You strutted down the stage, performing all of your songs. You spotted Warren and the others from the Mansion not too far from the front. You had gotten them the best seats in the house. Warren was close enough to see your face, really, truly see it. His eyebrows scrunched up, and when you got closer, he could have sworn that was his jacket you were wearing…

But he brushed it off. You were out of town, not a rock princess known all over the world. And besides, the (Y/N) he knew was a shy, sweet, innocent nerd. Not a heavy metal rocker with big feathery wings. No. Couldn’t be.


After the concert, you met up with the X-Kids backstage.

“Zhat vas incredible!” Kurt appeared in front of you in a puff of smoke, shaking your hand. “I’ve never been to a concert before! My name is Kurt Vagner.”

“I know, Kurt.” you smiled. Warren squinted, taking a timid step forward. You shed the giant wings mounted on your back and dropped your fake quiver. Lastly, you took off your pink wig and handed Warren his jacket. All of their jaws dropped. “Thanks for loaning me the jacket, Warren. You’re a life saver.”

“But you’re…how?!” Peter shouted.

“Teleporter, remember?” you smirked. Warren was speechless. “I told you guys I was in a band.”

“I thought it was some hippie ukulele group.” Warren chuckled. “But this…I could get used to this.”

“You like it?” you bit your lip and took a step closer to him. One of his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Mmhmm.” he nodded. The other X-Kids subtly snuck away, not wanting to interrupt your little moment.

“You know…” your voice was low. You stepped closer so your bodies were touching. “That last song was about you. The new one.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Was everything in it true?”

“Yes,” you nodded, cheeks flushing red.

“Everything?” he asked. You nodded. “Even that you wished your curly-haired angel would kiss you until your lips went numb?”

“Especially that.”

“Well…” Warren’s hands cupped your face, pulling you closer. “I’d say we have our work cut out for us then.”

anonymous asked:

How do you have your MC Command center set up? How often do you check for marriages/babies? I feel like I have played around with it but after playing for awhile I end up with 100s of strange marriages and too many babies. It gets too crazy where I have to start a new game. Thank You!

I use the default settings for everything and MC’s custom population. I let it do it’s thing, I just turn on notifications to make sure I know what’s going on. That’s odd that, that occurs. Maybe message deaderpool. They’re normally very responsive and helpful. :) 

You guys need to be snooping harder. You should know everything about your sd, and I don’t really mean before meeting(as some of this isn’t always easy to find out online) but like after a month or so you should know where he works, lives, his house number, his wifes number, etc. Just collect dirt because you really never know what could happen in the future.

You need to start going through his phone, just be like “Oh my phones dead, I forgot my charger, but I wanted to look up directions home”(or something) and go straight into his text messages(or whatever) I also really recommend doing this when you’re at dinner and like across the table from each other so he cant see what you’re doing obvi. Or when he’s sleeping if you can. Like yall don’t even wanna know all the shit I’ve found out about my sd.

you know what i love about the ascension crew is that if you fuck up, someone else will inevitably fuck up even worse and take your place in the done-fucked-up zone

like jace basically uses aida as bait to get to diego? better pretend to try to set him on fire to scare him straight

oh zander is doing necromancy? dis-fucking-owned and banished to taran where it’s legal

aida faked her death after reopening the old kingdom and essentially kick-starting the end of the world? wow thats kind of

but what i love most is how the final fuckup is from the last person we expected, who did something so out of line and so unexpected that is just blew everything anyone else could have done right out of the water

sky fucked the drug lord

How Charming

You and 10k had been on a supply run like normal and almost back to camp when you heard the buzzing you knew so well in your ears. You look around and your suspicions are confirmed. There was a bee hive about 20 feet away from where you both were standing. You place you hand out to stop 10k from moving.

“Do you hear that.“ You ask smiling at him. “Hear what? ” he asks her face crinkling up in confusion. You point to the hive and his eyes fill confusion.

“I’ll be right back. Just don’t move or make a sound and everything will be okay.” You say slipping off you bag and grabbing the empty jar from inside it. You handed the bag over making your way slowly toward the hive before he can stop you.

“Y\N what are…” 10k started ask. “Shhhhhhh” you whispered to him. You had always been comfortable around nature.

You had first realized you could do this when you were ten. You had been so proud that you had ran screaming to your mother about it was only to be greeted with a sharp yell and a stern lecture on why you shouldn’t put yourself in danger, but it didn’t stop you from exploring the forest that surrounded the house nor did it stop you from getting yourself in trouble.

The last of the bees flew off your hand just as you made it back to 10k. You were about to hand him the jar filled with honey when he quickly grabbed your arm dragging you away from the trees

“Why would you ever do such a thing like that? ” he grumbled out. You could tell he was angry as he roughly wiped your hand off on bandana.

You both made your way back to camp in silence. 10k walked in front of you not even bothering to see if you still followed.
Night had fallen and everyone was trying to get some rest for the next couple of days. You were sitting on the side of the road picking at the grass thinking about how angry 10k seemed after this afternoon. You just didn’t understand why he was so angry.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt somebody sit down beside you.

“You need to get some sleep.” 10k said looking at you with concern in his eyes.
You shrugged, you couldn’t sleep not like this.

He let out a heavy sigh and slid his hands over his face. “I’m not mad at you y/n.” He said softly.

“Then why did it seem that way?” You asked.

He shook his head. “ I just don’t like you doing things like that.” He said and your head shot up.

“It’s not that dangerous. I’ve done worse stuff. ” you say narrowing your eyes at him.

“Exactly! It seems like you have a death wish! Every time I turn around your either sticking your hands in beehives or deciding to pass the time by dismembering things. You literally ran into a crowd of z’s just to get a ring back that fell off. Do you understand how crazy that is! They’re are people who care for you now, I care for you!” He said his voice growing louder with each sentence.

You shrank back from him and then came to a stop when he said the last sentence. “You care about me.” You said with a smirk.

“Y/n…. What. What I..I mean we care about you like ya know Addy and Doc and you know we couldn’t just…I” he stumbled through his words a blush rising to his face.

You chuckled and leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I care about you too.” You said getting up from your spot beside him. “But I’m not changing how I go about things, besides bees aren’t even that dangerous.” You say with a smirk and 10k groans.

anonymous asked:

What do you do when you want to work on landscaping your town but feel stuck or uninspired? I only like one area of my town and am nervous about getting rid of everything else and starting over. Don't know where I'd begin and feeling uninspired. Thanks!!

When I feel uninspired, I usually just start laying out paths and see if that brings anything together for me. I usually just go for it and if I hate it, I start over and move the path and hopefully come up with ideas for the surrounding areas! I know it sounds kind of weird, but if you just start laying out paths, it REALLY helps get the flow of things going! ♡

The art of falling apart.

Everyone, somewhere, at some point in their life essentially just falls apart. A relationship doesn’t end how you had planned it to, school isn’t going how you expected, everything you’ve hoped and dreamed for just isn’t happening. You start to become anxious and upset, you question your every idea and all your actions, constantly asking yourself, what am I really doing? Am I doing what I’m supposed to be doing? Is this what is supposed to happen to me? The constant what ifs will eat you up, completely kill you, and you’ll wonder where you went wrong. As you’re falling apart it feels like nothing will ever get better, everything shatters into a million pieces and you just do not have the effort to piece yourself back together. Then you look for someone to do it for you. Relationships, you find your significant other. You can’t seem to love yourself enough so you find someone who fills that void, this is where you go wrong. You think this person is what you need the one to fill the void, make you feel loved, appreciated, and wanted. You ultimately need to make sure you love yourself before you let anyone else love you, no one deserves to love you that way, when you’re so vulnerable. Fall in love with yourself first, know your worth, love every inch of yourself. It takes time but it is definitely worth it in the end. Forever friendships, at least you think they are. Your best friend, the one you’re supposed to tell everything to, the one you stay up late talking to, spilling all your secrets and spending all your time with. Eventually that friendship fades away into thin air, not ending in bad terms but not ending on good ones, so many things left unsaid. And you again wonder where you could have gone wrong and what you could have done differently. Friend breakups will always be worse than relationship breakups. You feel like your whole heart has been ripped from your being and you have nothing left. You see all the negatives, they’ve been pointed out countless times, you feel like falling apart is just your everyday doing but there is so much beauty within it. Each time you fall apart, you gain knowledge about yourself, you find out how far you can push yourself and what your real limits are. You find out what makes you happy and what you look for in a person. What people you should keep around and who you should let go. The art of falling apart is creating a better you, creating and finding yourself and becoming the best version of yourself. You will never stop learning and growing, you will still learn things about yourself even when your 85 years old. In the end all you can do is learn, grow, and love yourself, regardless the mistakes and lessons learned, love the person you are and embrace the hardships. That’s the art of falling apart.

@angelicfangirl replied to your post “Yeah, okay. Longer version: I am greatly displeased, Bioware. More…”

there has been so much of the expansions that is just “ok bioware i see what you’re doing here lemme just make a few adjustments *throws story out the window* there done!”

Up until now, it’s been more “okay, if I tweak… this, this, and this, I can try to repair this mess to a point where I can at least deal with the problems.” But after looking at the shitstorm that is this next expansion, I’ve given up lol. I’m just tossing everything away now and starting from scratch.

And/or just playing in @inquisitorhotpants‘ universe more because hers actually makes sense. XD

It’s kind of funny…the moments on which life hinges. I think growing up you always imagine your life–your success–depends on your family and how much money they have, where you go to college, what sort of job you can pin down, starting salary…But it doesn’t, you know. You wouldn’t believe this, but life hinges on a couple of seconds you never see coming. And what you decide in those few seconds determines everything from then on… And you have no idea what you’ll do until you’re there…
—  Marisha Pessl, Special Topics in Calamity Physics 

Don’t forget the happy thoughts
All you need is happy thoughts
The past tense, past bed time
Way back then when everything we read was real
And everything we said rhymed
Wide eyed kids being kids
Why did you stop?
What did you do to your hair?
Where did you go to end up right back here?
When did you start to forget how to fly?

Rising Flame (Part 2)

Originally posted by furyiosa


A/N: Sorry for the delay, everyone. I hope you can  understand that I can’t post as often as I used to. :(

The first thing I did the next day was replace the glass of the photo frame.  Then I decided I would start a new life, because that’s what Rick would wanted me to do, right?

The first months were hard, now and then I would wake up at nights panting and lying over burned sheets because of the nightmares I had, where my mind repeated everything that happened the day I Rick died.

I didn’t had to falsify anything since I never really got official documents, so all I had to do was to go and make the procedures to get new and official IDs. It felt good to have something with your name on it. It felt normal. Then, the next logical step was to get a job. I googled how to make a resume and started to apply in different places. After a few weeks Stark Industries called me for an interview, which was a huge achievement since I had never worked before and I had no references.

My mechanical skills helped me to get into the company, which later gave me the chance to work alongside Tony Stark once in awhile. He was a nice man, sometimes weird and sleep deprived, but a good man, always innovating stuff. A year after, Tony became a good friend, the only one I had in my new life, actually. I knew he was this kind of superhero called Iron Man, he told me once and I worked with him to improve one of his armors, even though, I never had the courage to tell him about my…abilities.

“Straight to home, (Y/N)” I’m serious” Tony told me, pushing me through the exit door the morning he found me asleep in the lab. The day before I’ve been working in the new prototypes of the arc reactor and I loose track of time, when I realized it was already too late to go back to the apartment, so I decided to sleep in one of the chairs.

“Yeah” I yawned “Says the one who never sleeps”. He giggled at my response and lead me out of the building. When I was driving in one of the company’s car, I stopped in the store I needed to buy some groceries before going home. I never thought I would be doing such normal errands.

Once in the apartment I managed to pull out the keys and open the door with one hand, while the other was holding the shopping bags. When I opened the door I almost dropped everything on the ground.

A woman in black onesie was sitting in the couch, leafing through a magazine blithely. When I entered the apartment, she placed the magazine again in the coffee table and stared at me. Her red hair shining with the sunlight that came through the window. I placed the bags on the counter and started to unpack everything as if she wasn’t there.

Was she Hydra? She knew I destroyed the place  and she was here to finish me or something?

“So, do you want a cup of coffee? Or you’ll just stay there and stare at me?” I questioned her, putting the teapot in the stove. She stood up, walking towards me with a grace I’m sure I’ve never seen before in someone.

Something in the way she moved made me feel uneasy. The water in the teapot started to heat up quickly. Not the time to blow things up, not yet.

“Tell me, (Y/N). How does it feel to know that you’re the only one who survived the day Hydra fell?” She asked me. Hydra. I tried not to think about that day, and to be honest, I had the hope that someone had survived. I poured some of the hot water in a mug trying to act relaxed.

“Then what? Are you here to kill me?”

She sat on a chair inside the kitchen with me. “Sadly I’m here to take you with me alive, but if you resist, I don’t have any problem with beating you up and drag you there” she answered. I couldn’t avoid huffing, she couldn’t be more arrogant.

“Good luck with that, sweetheart. I suggest you to leave my place before things go wrong” I replied, she wasn’t going to intimidate me.

Your place?” She said with a snarky laugh “You think we don’t know about your boyfriend?”. My hand clenched around the mug I was holding, the liquid started to boil. “We know more about you than yourself, (Y/N)” she finished.

“Don’t mention him” I said, more softly than I would like to.  “Who sent you?” I asked, regaining the confidence in my voice, she wanted me to get angry but that was not going to happen. I held back the small flames that were coming out of my arms. “Get out” I stated, I wasn’t going to play her game.

She looked at me with a smirk and I felt the urge to punch her so hard…I didn’t have to do it though, because the bottles of juice and milk I just bought were boiling and the flames of the stove started to grow.

Then, the liquids exploded and I took the chance to run away, but she was faster and stepped in front of me before I could reach for the door. She pulled out a pair of guns from her back and aimed at me, she was clearly trying to put some space between us.

I could tell she wasn’t scared, but yet, she wasn’t keen to feel my flaming hands on her body. I took advantage of that and walked closer to her, my arms relaxed next to my sides. I could have taken her down without using my powers, I was well trained and I could have done it easily, but right now, I wanted to keep her away from me asap.

She gave a step back and removed the safety catch of the guns. “Don’t make me do this” she warned me. I gave another step and she shoot. I jump to a side and avoided the… bullet? It was more like a small needle. She wasn’t trying to kill me. Why? She looked surprised at my reflects -I was surprised too-  and shoot once more, and once again I avoided it. She dropped the guns and ran to me trying to jump over me and take me down, but I moved quickly out of her way. I was sure she had backups somewhere so I really needed to get out of there. I set on fire the wooden floor, leaving her trapped in the kitchen.

And I ran. I just left the apartment and ran to the street trying to mix among the people. I slowed my pace and walked to a nearby store to hide in it. They weren’t so dumb to attack in a public place did they? Well, how wrong I was.

As soon as I turned in the corner three black cars cornered me, I immediately recognized the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo.  I turned around and ran in the opposite direction, pushing people aside, running in the middle of the streets. Whoever was chasing me didn’t know the concept of subtle,  some dudes in suits were running after me and a big helicopter was above my head. Really? Was I such a threat? I never wanted to hurt anyone…


“This is the worst plan I’ve ever heard” Steve stated, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Well, last time it was your plan and it didn’t work very well, did it?” Natasha replied. Steve frowned. He knew everything went wrong that day, that’s why he wanted to do things better this time, and he was pretty sure that the Natasha and Coulson plan wasn’t better.

“Steve is right. This will only scare her more and she might blow up the whole building. Again” Bucky talked “Send Stark, she already trusts him”

Coulson shook his head “We can’t take risks, and she hadn’t talked with Tony about her condition, she would suspect. The priority is to take her with us to the HQ, we already waited too long”.

“What if something goes wrong?” Steve asked. “You’re sending ten agents, all dressed the same, how’s that not suspicious? YOU ARE SENDING AN HELICOPTER FOR GOD SAKE”

“Relaaax. That won’t be necessary because nothing will go wrong, and if it does, we have this dude to fix it up” Natasha said, nudging Bucky, who was sitting next to her. Steve sighed, he wasn’t going to win that argument.

That’s why he was kind of happy when things went out of control.


When I reached an empty road I knew there was no escape. I could feel the eyes of a sniper in the helicopter and I couldn’t really outrun the four cars that were behind me. I was trapped, but I wasn’t going to fall that easily.

I sent a beam of fire to one of the cars making it explode instantly, I wasn’t thinking anymore in the others, only in my safety.  The other cars stopped immediately and the helicopter started to fly a little bit farer than before. A man came out from one of the cars and approached me slowly but confidently.

“(Y/N), my name is Phil Coulson, we don’t want to hurt you. We need to take you to a safe place” The man said to me.  Pffft, safe place? With S.H.I.E.L.D.? My arms were ready to send another flame towards him. Another man was standing behind him, he looked concerned. He wasn’t like the other agents, he was wearing regular clothes, jeans and a grey t-shirt.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. killed everyone I knew” I yelled at him “Why should I go with you?”.  He never lost his stoic posture.

“Because this is what your parents would have wanted” he answered. Wait, what?! I shook my head in confusion, what was he talking about? Who was this guy?

The man in jeans walked towards me. There was something familiar about him. The flames in my hands started to dim.

“Why–how do you—who?” I couldn’t form a proper sentence, I had a lot of thoughts in my mind.

“That’s classified, but if you come with us we can tell you everything you need” Coulson spoke again.

“Coulson, you’re not helping” The other man said “(Y/N), I’m sorry for what happened that day. But we really want to help. We’ll explain you everything we know” he told me. There’s when I knew he was the one in the building that day, the one with the shield. I saw him on the news one day, he was Captain America. He seemed like a reliable guy, but I just couldn’t trust in S.H.I.E.L.D.

He walked closer to me and for some reason, I let him do it.  “I promise you’ll be fine” he continued. I looked at him doubtedly, why would someone like him wanted to help me? Probably he didn’t want to do it and they were just trying to confuse me.

“I was good before you came” I said, the fire taking control of my body again, the flames rising higher than before. I rose my arm ready to shoot him but then I felt a puncture in the back of my neck. I touched with my hand the place where I felt it and I pulled out a dart from my skin. I totally forgot about the sniper on the helicopter. Soon I started to feel numb, the fire in my arms dissapeared and I fell to the ground. I wasn’t completely unconscious though.

“Bucky, what the hell?!” I heard Captain America yell. My eyes were half closed, but I could still see how several men approached and surrounded me, I tried to move but my body was totally immobile. I felt how I was picked from the floor by someone and placed in one of the cars.

I saw a black figure descending from a wire from the helicopter, it was a man. When he approached to us I recognized him as the one who was chasing me through the woods before I jumped off of the cliff. Who are these people?

“She was going to agree to come with us” Captain America talked again.

“No she wasn’t” the man in black said. True, I wasn’t.  “She almost burns Natasha to death” he continued. I assumed the woman in the apartment was Natasha.

“I told you it was a bad plan” I heard the Captain voice again. I didn’t know about what  plan he was talking but it wasn’t that bad if they caught me.

“She won’t be asleep for too long” the man called Coulson said. “The tranquilizer won’t last long, her body will reject it fast, she’s probably half awake now”. How did he know that? That man definetely knew more about myself than I.

Someone got into the car with me and the vehicle started to move. I felt that  it was a long, long trip.