which brings me to you

Ten things I wish someone told me when I started HRT:

You can get hormone therapy in the United States without undergoing a long evaluation period or undergoing a ‘real life test’ if you seek out an ‘informed consent’ doctor or clinic. I waited over a year before seeking hormones because I did not want to place myself at the mercy of a mental health professional and I did not want a doctor ‘diagnosing’ my gender. Which brings me to…

They’re going to diagnose you anyway because they need an ICD code to bill your insurance company. I was furious when I found the diagnosis on my medical chart. It would have helped a lot if the doctor had asked my permission or explained that it was for insurance billing purposes only but he didn’t.

Hormone therapy drugs bought from overseas pharmacies are safe and will not cause ‘legitimate’ clinics to refuse treatment should you later decide to switch to a prescription. At the time the information I was able to find talked a lot about how trans women who use ‘black market’ hormones are not to be trusted and that a trans woman who uses such medications should be denied care until they can prove themselves ‘trustworthy,’ somehow. It is a lie.

There is absolutely zero evidence that injectable estrogens are more effective than oral estrogens. The fact is that the ‘advantage’ attributed to injectable estrogens is almost certainly placebo (and injectable placebo is known to be much more powerful than one administered orally). I could have saved myself a lot of discomfort and a serious leg injury caused by an improperly prepared injection.

Properly dosed, there is no reason that sublingual estradiol should be more effective than oral estradiol. The only thing that matters is that enough estradiol enters into your bloodstream and that is something that will be reflected in your labs.

Transdermal estradiol patches are itchy, smelly affairs that cost quite a lot of money and refuse to stay on. Knowing what I know now I would have avoided them entirely.

When I started hormone therapy my endocrinologist gave me conjugated equine estrogen because it came in smaller doses than 17β-estradiol. I was kept on conjugated estrogen for some time under the pretense that he was making sure I didn’t have any bad reactions to being on estrogen. Knowing what I know now I would have been able to argue that conjugated equine estrogen has a much worse side-effect profile than 17β-estradiol and that placing me on this drug unnecessarily endangered my body and my transition. Furthermore, the smallest doses available were far below a healthy dose needed to maintain bone and emotional well-being. Done again I would have insisted that I be started on a reasonable dose of 17β-estradiol.

Low progesterone is implicated in poor emotional health in women. Micronized progesterone is valuable to trans women for maintaining a healthy level of progesterone. I’ve personally benefited a lot, emotionally, from having it and I just wish I started using it sooner.

I wish someone had encouraged me to seek out other trans people as friends. At the time I first came out I didn’t really know there were other people out there that could really help me. The only thing I knew about being trans was what I was able to read online and in books and most of that firmly emphasized the idea that you should transition until you’ve had surgery and ‘pass’ and then disappear and that the people who ‘hung around’ the community were somehow failures. I know that’s not the truth, now, but it really messed me up early in my transition.

I wish someone told me to be cautious. I wish I was told that doctors and mental health professionals aren’t the last word and that if one decides that you’re a ‘failure’ or ‘actually a man’ it’s them that is wrong and not my own instincts regarding who I am. I also wish someone had given me a gentle nudge that some of the people I would meet in the trans community are not to be trusted and do not have my well being at heart. I feel that knowing those two things coming into that experience would have saved me a lot of grief.

Would Never Call It Love 5 | Calum Hood

It’s finally here! Again I’m writing this off of the top of my head, so this could or could not be the last part of the story. I’m so happy all of you still love this story and continue to tell me your reactions which bring me genuine happiness. So thank you. Enjoy.

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Y/N’s POV

After days of sitting in bed with Ashton at our current venue, I decided getting up and at least showering would help wash my sorrows away. Ashton carefully helped my weak physique off the indented bed, his arm on my waist for balance, and sat me on the toilet and turned on the shower head. 

“Just wait until it warms up. I’ll set up your clothes in here as well, and we’ll get going after that. We’ll get some breakfast yeah? Any place you like.” And he grabbed the back of my head bringing it to his lips for a subtle kiss of comfort, and left. I sighed and shredded off my 5 day old sweatshirt and my stretched out black leggings, and felt the water temperature. It was perfectly warm.

I stepped in and immediately it hit my skin with a sizzle. I hoisted my hair back as my face was now drenched in water. My hands rested on the back of my neck, my eyes fixated on the shower wall in front of me. It had been a long time since I was left alone, by myself, with my thoughts. I could hear the pounding of my heart get deeper, thinking of Calum and how he was holding up as well. Was he crying? Was he sat in bed every minute he could get because the outside world was too much to bare for him as well? Or was he laughing like he never laughed with me before, was he happier than he ever felt, looking at someone else with a different light and different intention in their eyes than what I had? I hadn’t even realized I was crying at this point. The water being poured out onto me was intertwined with the water pouring out of me, and I couldn’t tell which was which. I could feel the sinking feeling hit me in my gut and chest, making it hard to catch my breathe. My hand shot out in front of me to catch my body from falling and smashing into the beige tiles. A sob escaped my mouth, loud enough to alert Ashton, who was now inside setting up my clothes. The cry lasted a few seconds, and was loud enough to crack glass. Ashton’s heart leaped out of his chest as he pulled back the shower curtain, just in time to catch me as I fell to my knees. The strength in me was gone, my everything was gone.

Ashton got on his knees on the bathroom floor, not even caring that he was getting wet, and just held me close to his chest just like he did the night Calum left. I continued to cry into his black t-shirt, clutching onto it. His hand reached up to my head and brought his mouth to it, he knew it brought a sense of protection to me. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. I’m so sorry, I don’t know when but…you won’t have to hurt much longer in my presence.” 

After a few minutes, Ashton turned off the water and inside filled the tub for a bath. He squirted some soap into the water so it bubbled up, and brought the soap up and down my body. In reality, it was just him giving me a bath, but in my mind, he was scrubbing away any last bit of Calum lingering behind. I knew Ashton was waiting to be with me, it was killing him inside to see me worked up over someone who hadn’t been done anything good for me. But he was being patient; any other guy who would’ve been in his shoes would’ve quit by now. I was silently thanking and praying for him not to give up on me.

He brought me to a small brunch place that he claimed had the best breakfast burritos in the area, or so he read online. We sat down inside near the back corner, the furthest away from outside and people as we could. I hadn’t spoken a word since we got out of the hotel, only nodded and hummed as a response. I was just afraid of the crack in my voice from crying and yelling so much that I just decided to keep my mouth shut. Ashton’s hand snaked it’s way to my own from across the table and held my left in his right, slowly rubbing his thumb over my tense knuckles. “Anything you want okay? But I really would recommend the burrito, or you could just half it with me.” I sucked my lips in and only nodded once again, earning a quiet sigh from Ashton’s side of the table.

After ordering 1 breakfast burrito, 2 blueberry waffles, a whole stack of bacon and a plate of hash browns, we began to eat. Ashton completely inhaled his burrito within minutes while I struggled to scarf down the waffles. No doubt everything tasted and smelled delicious, but the continuously growing lump in my throat blocked anything from getting down, even water. Ashton looked up at me as he finished the last chunk of his burrito, cheeks full like a chipmunk and crumbs of egg and tortilla all over his cheeks and lips. For the first time in a while, I let a small chuckle out at this facial expression. He gave me a questionable look, before I leaned over the table and shook my head.

“Hold on lemme clean you up.” I brought my napkin up to his cheeks, softly swiping to remove the mess. He laughed, feeling like he was a little kid again, a sense of home coming back to him after being so far away for so long. I looked into his glossy eyes, a sense of home coming back to me. He was protective, comforting, loving, and warm. His aura provoked those feelings you get inside your own house. Ashton exuded feelings I had been missing for a long time now.

However, our moment was ruined when the bell on top of the restaurant doors opened up causing both of our heads to naturally turn toward the noise. The two lovebirds came walking in, hand in hand with smiles on their faces. The brown-skinned boy’s head settled on us, and his smiling mouth fell onto his girl’s head, planting a small kiss on it. She blushed and began speaking to the waiter that there was 2 of them.

Without hesitation, I hands dropped the spoon and napkin I was holding, causing a loud clinking noise, and I scooted my chair back enough to cause streaks to appear on the floor and stormed out of the restaurant, Ashton following behind me. All Ashton could do was hit Calum on his free shoulder which almost sent him back. Calum’s bottom lip sucked into his mouth letting out a ‘hmph.’ 

I slammed the door to Ashton’s car on the passenger side and just cried into my lap. After hearing the driver’s side door slam, the car’s atmosphere fell to a bitter heaviness. He just listened to me sob, for the second time today, calming down his own breathing. My hands flew to the dashboard ahead of me and I started slamming my hands against it, hitting the middle console and the sides of the door also. Ashton grabbed my wrists in his and yanked me to look at him.

“Stop letting him do this to you!”

“I can’t! I can’t! Why! Why does he get to do this to me!…” He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t tell her that he only wanted her for sex, he couldn’t tell her that he likes Nia genuinely, he couldn’t tell her that he never cared. Of course, that’s what he wanted to say because he honestly believed it was all true, but in Calum’s mind, it was the exact opposite.


Calum’s POV / before they saw Y/N and Ashton…

I laid there in the newly made hotel bed, the sheets stained in newly made tears. I let a few slip out of my eyes, the only thing on my mind being her. Seeing her underneath Ashton in lust, watching her break down in his arms, remembering her walking away from me that night when we realized we were done for. 

I’m Calum Hood for crying out loud. I don’t cry. I rarely show emotion. I’m either stone cold or happy go lucky. There’s no in between. I never cry, I never get heart broken, because I never get attached. I guess that was my mistake this time around. I lied to myself, I lied to her, now I’m lying to Nia.

“Cal! Get dressed, I’m taking you out for breakfast so you’re energized before soundcheck let’s go!” She cheerfully skipped into the room, me wiping my eyes as fast as I can pretending that I was just now waking up. She kissed my cheek before throwing a random graphic tee and black jeans at me and shut the door. I flopped back onto the bed with the tee and jeans over my face, telling myself that today was a new. I was going to get out of bed, spread a fake smile on my face, and conquer the day.

And then I laughed because that surely wasn’t going to happen, and hopped in the shower.


Y/N POV

I was now time for the show, and I sat next to Ashton and Michael, who were both brushing their teeth and trying to speak to each other in mumbles. They knew I thought it was comical, so to get me to finally smile, they kept over exaggerating their sentences, slightly spitting toothpaste on me. I shielded myself, getting up from the couch trying my hardest not to smile and stood outside their dressing room.

After spitting and washing his mouth, Ashton appeared at the doorway and placed his hands on my cheeks.

“Sorry beautiful, was just trying to make you smile.” I bit on my tongue while looking up at him.

“Well I appreciate you guys trying. For a minute there I thought it would work but you guys aren’t that hilarious.” I crossed my arms and he scuffed at me, draping his arm around my shoulder.

“Come here you little shit, I need to talk to you before the show, seriously.” I gulped at the last word. Instead of running away in fear of what was to come, I nodded my head and followed him to the side of the stage where you could see fans walking around, finding their seats, and sitting and watching the stage with anticipation. Ashton took my hands in his before looking out into the growing crowd with a blinding smile.

“These guys,’ he gestured to the fans, ‘are the most important thing in the world to me, next to my family.” I smiled at the girls and boys with tears in their eyes, as they realized they’d be seeing and connecting with the 3 fantastic boys I knew, and Calum. “I never imagined that you would be up there with them.” I turned back to him, my eyes practically bulging out of my head. My hands started sweating in his, my mouth also becoming dry. I didn’t expect to mean this much to him, I thought that we’d have a best friend relationship come out of this, but I didn’t see this coming. He stepped closer, so close I could feel his hot shaking breathe on my forehead and nose.

“I know you’re still hurting over Calum, I get it. And I know you’re not in any shape or form ready to commit to someone again like you did him, even if it wasn’t an official thing. But I promise you, if you let me be the guy for you, I’ll mend you and help bring you back to the happy girl you once were, the one who didn’t feel broken everyday. We’ll go on more breakfast runs, and I’ll sing you new songs I write, and I’ll leave little notes for you around the hotel room to make you smile every chance you get. Please, will you be mine?” 

I didn’t have time to react or comprehend any of his words before we heard a large sigh come from the side of us in front of the hallway. I looked up quickly to see my devastated Maori boy with a bouquet of deep red roses in his hands. His shoulders slump and lips in a pout. I pulled my hands back from Ashton’s, an appalled look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and said, “Calum, who are those for?” Calum’s eyes shot back to the flowers in his hands, and he shook his head, jutting out his chin.

“They’re for, uh, they’re for Nia. I was looking for her right now.” His face instantly read as stone cold, and his collarbones and veins in his arms were clearly visible. Ashton shook his head confused and irritated, “Ok then, go look for her else where.”

Calum pursed his lips letting his head hang low, and jogged off behind Ashton. Even though he was out of his view, he wasn’t out of mine. From the corner of my eye, I saw him stop at the silver waste bin, and angrily chucked the flowers into it, before walking to the other side of the stage. I bit my lip trying to hold back the furiously hot tears, as Ashton turned back to me.

“Now, where were we?


Calum’s POV / before seeing Ashton and Y/N…

I walked backstage toward the boy’s and I’d dressing room, hoping Y/N would be in there relaxing like she usually does. I carried about 8 roses in my hands because the flower shop I went to didn’t carry 12 rose bouquets and the next number up was 20 which in my opinion was too many at this point. I figured I wasn’t doing anything helpful for the situation her and I were in. It was only making our group hangouts uncomfortable, and every time I saw her, my chest caved in and I suddenly couldn’t speak. So, I thought about buying her some flowers as a forgiveness token, and rehearsed telling her my true feelings for her instead of yelling them at her last time. 

As I approached the room, I peered inside to see only Michael and Luke and Luke’s girlfriend. They all sat on their phones, all eyes staring up at me when I entered.

“Oooooo Cal, who the flowers for?” Arzaylea spoke up. I let out a chuckle and looked down at the beautiful set of carnations.

“Please tell me they’re not for who we think they’re for?” Luke said, Michael nodding and agreeing with him.

“It’s just a piece offering. I still love and care for her Luke, I just want the old girl I had back…” He sighed, going back to scrolling on his phone.

“She went down the hall to the side of the stage.” Michael said, and I nodded my head at him before striding off.

I could start to here voices down by the side of the stage and making out figures of bodies. I then realized she wasn’t alone. Ashton was there, hands in hers and my blood started rushing through my veins, picking up my adrenaline. 

My stomach cramped, my ears turned red, my chest felt like it had the wind knocked out of it, as I heard the dreaded words come out of Ashton’s mouth.

‘Will…you…be…mine…’

It all was in slow motion. His words, the crowds chatter, my own heart beat. It felt like the world had slowed down, letting the pain linger in my body and letting the pain hit me hard and slow, the worst way possible. My hands clutched onto the paper surrounding the flowers, making her head snap in my direction.

I’ll never forget the look in her eyes, the same look she had when I caught her sleeping with Ashton. She was petrified, she was heart broken, she knew she was in the wrong. I guess this was the moment in time when the universe is telling us to stop trying. To stop thinking we’d ever make it as a couple, it was all a fantasy, a dream that slowly was turning into a nightmare. 

I wouldn’t have ever called this love, if love hurt this bad.


Omg ok so obviously this is a sorta cliff hanger so if y’all want a part 6, request it! Also read my other stories in my masterlist and await the next part of Gotta Go My Own Way! :)

in light of that one interview i just want this scene
  • corrupted jasper writhing on the ground or s/t: we all get what we deserve, I deserved for this to happen
  • garnet, sitting placidly cross-legged on her shoulder: the hilarious thing is that's completely true but not for any of the reasons you think

“For you,” Emma declares handing Regina a pink rose. 

Regina takes it before frowning in confusion, “I don’t understand.” 

“Pink roses symbolise joy which you bring to me every day,” Emma explains with a soft smile. 

“But Valentine’s Day was yesterday,” Regina replies, “So why am I getting flowers today?” 

Emma grins leaning across the desk to kiss her tenderly as she answers, “Because I love you every day of the year.” 

My own kind. I’m not sure there’s a name for us. I suspect we’re born this way: our hearts screwed in tight, already a little broken. We hate sentimentality and yet we’re deeply sentimental. Low-grade Romantics. Tough but susceptible. Afflicted by parking lots, empty courtyards, nostalgic pop music. When we cried for no reason as babies, just hauled off and wailed, our parents seemed to know, instinctively, that it wasn’t diaper rash or colic. It was something deeper that they couldn’t find a comfort for, though the good ones tried mightily, shaking rattles like maniacs and singing, “Happy Birthday” a little louder than called for. We weren’t morose little kids. We could be really happy.
Veronica Comforting You Would Include...

So, this is for @emmcfrxst! Hope you feel better, Auntie Pasc!! (Also, which type of ice cream do you want me to bring??)

Originally posted by hermiunes


  • When Ronnie finds you crying in the bathroom at school she just sort of loses it
  • Like “OMG, Sweetie are you alright!?” (Cause Ronnie says Sweetie, and I will take that to my grave)
  • But immediately after she mentally beats herself up
  • Because “No, they’re crying! WHY WOULD YOU ASK IF THEY’RE OKAY??”
  • She just feels completely powerless, and just pulls you in for a hug
  • She rubs your back and starts to whisper sweet words about how you’re amazing and how she loves you very much
  • She stays hugging you as long as you are crying for
  • And afterwards she helps you wash your face
  • And she peppers kisses all over 
  • Repeatedly telling you that she loves you and that she is so lucky to have you as a gf
  • When you feel ready to leave the bathroom, she holds your hand and walks out with you
  • She takes you home because she doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed by people
  • She stays with you all day cuddling with you
  • And binge watching “Friends” and “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”
  • And watching cheesy 80′s movies
  • And making sure you’re curled up in 5 million blankets
  • Basically waiting on you hand and foot
  • Until you calm down enough to tell her what happened
  • When you do, she’s very attentive and hugs you even tighter 
  • She kisses the top of your head a lot
  • The next day she gives you a bouquet of red roses (Cause all the homo)
  • And again has magnolia cupcakes flown in from NY
  • And afterwards she takes you around Riverdale
  • She buys you your favorite milkshake at Pop’s
  • And just showers you with gifts and love
  • And she won’t stop until you tell her that you are 1000% better
  • You have to force her to stop with everything cause, “Ronnie, I don’t need this!!”
  • When you do stop her she gets all pouty
  • And you laugh because she’s so cute
  • And her face lights up when you laugh because she is so completely and utterly in love with you
  •  Whenever she finds you freaking out again she keeps on doing this
  • And when you ask why she does it
  • (Because you feel like you freak out too much and demand too much of her attention)
  • She reminds you that she is utterly in love with you and would do anything for you

Hello friends I’m sure we’re all aware that the “cha” in Chachamaru is the character for tea, repeated twice, but what you might not be aware of (for indeed, I was not aware of it until about five minutes ago), is that if you put two “cha”s together like that you get the beginning of the phrase “chacha wo ireru” which means “to tease” (a phrase with which I was unfamiliar until the aforementioned five minutes ago), and of course the “maru” in her name is a sort of generic name ending for something manmade like a boat or for a pet like a dog,

which brings me to my point which is, if you interpret the name with this phrase in mind Chachamaru could very well translate to something in the realm of “Sassbot.”

This was a revelation I felt compelled to share immediately, in the event that it could bring you the same mirth that I have experienced from it. Thank you for your time and I hope you have a wonderful evening.

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This is my new grinder. it’s about the size of a small drinking glass. It really looks like a fucking spaceship with all these different compartments. I really like this one because I’ve finally got a THC sieve again. Also, you can store yor weed in this grinder. And I mean You can store your entire nugs in this beauty. It also has these small windows so you can see how much weed you got in there which brings me to my final and most awesome feature about my little leaning tower of Pisa: The weed slip ‘n slide. I mean it honestly has a hatch to just slide your weed out without opening your grinder. I love everything about this.

A Little Heart-to-Heart

So…this is something I’ve wanted to do for a little while now. This is based on @atomi-cat‘s Boneheads AU. It’s one of my favorite AUs of all time and I always get so excited when I see she’s drawn more of them. Everyone should check it out if you love skeletons.

Ironically enough, this is a follow up to her Follow Up comic :P

I’m sorry if this isn’t perfect, or it goes against the AU in any way, but this is just a little thank you to Atomi for all the fun her art and comics bring to me. Thank you Atomi, and I hope you like this :>

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2017 resolutions

I don’t usually make these because I know deep down I probably won’t succeed, but why let the chance for failure stop me before even making an attempt?

I also heard that if you share your resolutions with someone, anyone, everyone, you are more likely to be held accountable and pull through. And these really are things that I want to do and accomplish, so. Here we go. Time for Logical 2017 Ann to have a chat with 2016 Ann.

  1. Take more photos. You mostly took sky photos this year, which is amazing, but it’s also not very challenging. You’ll want to go more places and capture more moments. Which leads me too–
  2. Bring your camera with you almost everywhere (except work and the grocery store?)
  3. Stop being afraid but remain cautious. One bad thing happened to you; it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again. This one will take you a while to overcome.
  4. Start saving specifically for that new camera and lens you want. If you don’t set money aside for it, it’ll go to bills, food, or things you don’t really want or need.
  5. Start working out at least twice a week. Walks, jogs, Pilates, anything. You let yourself get lazy this year. You want to have stamina.
  6. Eat less processed/frozen food. Try to cook more and incorporate nutrient-rich foods into your diet.
  7. Eat less dairy, maybe eventually none at all.
  8. Pay your car off. It’s six months away! You can do it!
  9. Get your eyes checked. You know them shits is fucked up.
  10. Update your makeup collection. Everything is probably expired by now.
  11. Don’t drink energy drinks!! At least not once or more a week like you do now. Seriously, those are terrible for you and you don’t need them. I know they’re your crutch when work gets bad, but you can do what you do without them.

I probably missed some stuff but these are the main ones I want to accomplish. Especially 5 and 6. And 3. Everyone wants to lose weight in the new year but guys I honestly probably gained like 10 or 15 pounds and I’m not comfortable with it. I’m healthy otherwise but my diet needs to change and my body needs to move more. And I’m halfway there for number 10. Thanks, Christmas.

All right. I need to get ready for work. See you all in 2017.

Yuri on Ice Episode 10  SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

So episode 10 of Yuri On Ice aired tonight and so many great things happened in it.that made me giddy and happy. :D

ALLOW ME TO SHARE THE HAPPINESS

1. Viktor and Chris acting like kids on a field trip,

2.the whole photo shooting session at the pool.it was pure gold i tell you. 

which brings me to no. 3

Chris Giacometti !!! 

honestly guys how can anyone dislike or even hate Chris?he is such an hoot.i would really want to be his friend…if he existed of course(silent sobbing over all fictional characters not existing)ok he is somewhat intense about his sexual urges and that booty zoom/close up was shocking and he has a very increased libido but he is such a nice hilarious guy to watch! XD

4.the blooming  friendship between Yurio and Otabek

and of course the headlines that go along with it + Yuri defending his fangirls XD

5.the fact that we finally got Viktor’s pov for more than half the episode. YAY!!!

(and we somewhat confirmed Viktor’s feelings for Yuri)

and any kind of drama between them is easily solved 

6. WHEN THIS HAPPENED

YES IT DID HAPPEN

I AM NOT JOKING AROUND

THIS IS NOT A TEST OR A DREAM

IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED

Excuse me for a sec while i sob and scream from happiness overload

kyaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~

7.The fact that Yuri is not alone this year and he and Viktor are happy and they have the support of the people around them

not only of their friends but also from strangers

8.PHICHIT CHULANONT BEING AN AMAZING PERSON 

AND FRIEND! <3

9.Viktor announcing that he and Yuri will  get married once Yuri wins a gold medal

Yuri NOT denying it !!!

10.the improvement in Sala and Mickey’s relationship.

well sort of

and the fact that she wants to know SeungGil better

11.SEEING GEORGI FINALLY MOVING ON!!! (Oh i am so happy for him! Well done,Georgi! *happily dancing around*)

11.WHAT HAPPENED AT LAST YEAR’S BANQUET!!!

(AKA THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING)+ THE PHOTOS TAKEN+THE ENTIRE ENDING OF THIS EPISODE!!!

THIS WAS AMAZING. IT WAS WONDERFUL TO WATCH

YURI GETTING DRUNK AND BREAK DANCE BATTLING YURIO

YURI GETTING DRUNK AND POLE DANCING WITH CHRIS!

YURI BEING DRUNK AND DANCING WITH VIKTOR AND BEING SO DAMN HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!

(just look at them)

14.and last but not least Yuri inviting Viktor to his house, ASKING HIM TO BECOME HIS COACH

AND VIKTOR BECOMING AWARE OF YURI!!!

All in all Episode 10 was as spectacular as its predecessors.

i have absolutely no idea what is going to happen in next Wednesday’s episode 

Yuri was shown confident

Yurio happily overwhelmed like he cannot believe what he is seeing 

and Viktor sad and in need of an hug

One thing is certain though that NO MATTER WHAT I CANNOT WAIT FOR EPISODE 11!!!!

Nuka World confuses me.

Am I the only one who think there should of been more consequences if you decided to join the raiders? Like for example if you become the raider overboss certain factions either refuse to talk to you or is straight away hostile to you.

Because to me it never made sense that only the minutemen have a problem with you becoming a raider and not the other 3 factions since it’s obvious that the other factions and the raiders don’t get on and will fight each other.

Which brings me to another question of why wasn’t there an option for you to go tell the brotherhood, the institute or the minutemen about the threat of the Nuka World raider gangs.

I mean imagine the possibilities of wiping out Nuka World in the name of one of those three factions especially for those who have done a minuteman playthrough and would love to liberate Nuka World’s citizens from the raiders and then having minutemen soldiers patrolling the park.

I mean I know the institute doesn’t really care about human life on the surface but Nuka World does have some prewar research that could come in handy.

With the brotherhood you could argue that the park has some dangerous technology in the hands of raiders and like the institute you could mention the pre war weapons and research which could benefit the brotherhood for example the schematics to any weapons in John Caleb Bradbertons office.

These smalls things would of made Nuka World better for someone who doesn’t want to be a raider.

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“I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don’t bother sucking up, I already hate you, that’s not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that’s rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You’re interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop and don’t complain! On call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I’m sleeping, don’t wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woke me for no good reason, we clear?”

Tagged by @koganelovesmcclain and @grandaddycoran, thank you guys, this was fun^^

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better

Nickname: Kat. My full first name is Katrin^^ also mugen has like 1000 others for me that i won’t bother listing :’D

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 1.70m / ~5′6′′ft

Time right now: 7:28pm

Last thing you googled: eerm “normalform ebene zu parameterform”. It’s a math thing from high school? I needed a refresher for the exam :’D

Fave music artist: I don’t really have one, I get attached to songs rather than artists.

Song stuck in my head: …does piano music count? Because I’ve been playing too much Piano Tiles and now one of the songs is stuck in my head lmao

Last movie I watched: Star Wars - Rouge One. I don’t watch many movies^^’

Last TV show I watched: Voltron S2

What I’m wearing right now: A shirt that’s somewhere between pink and orange, dark blue sweatpants, socks and underwear

When I created this blog: Beginning/middle October 2016.

The kind of stuff I post:

  • klance (mostly)
  • sometimes general Voltron things
  • personal stuff
  • klance writing/fic recs

Do I do asks regularly: Nope.

Why did I choose my URL: Because all the klance urls were already taken by October… but then I remembered. “I’d recognize that mullet anywhere”. And I tried this out. And it worked. Yes. I’m very proud of it.

Gender: Female

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Pokemon team: My old phone wasn’t even able to download Pokemon Go but  my sister showed me the teams and - without knowing anything about Pokemon - I decided that Instinct was the team that made most sense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite color: Yellow! 

Lucky number: 20, I think. Never gave it much thought.

Favorite characters: The paladins! All 5 of them!! :D

Dream job: TOO MANY. The one that’s most likely to come true right now is to work in a lab^^

Number of blankets I sleep with: One.

Followers: 211. How are you people finding me. I don’t post in the tag, how are you people finding me???

Tagging: @princetins, @kurosakiami01, @pining-blue-paladin, @mugenjo, @reader115 (it doesn’t let me tag you wtf i hate this), @redlyinspeaks, @addictwithapenchant4gayships, @narutorunningawayfromyou, @just-plain-aiden, @airen392, @cloverthinker, @captain-t-rex

I also tagged some people that I remember showing up frequently in my activity feed that I’ve never talked to before… sorry if that’s awkward^^’ Everyone feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it!!

simmingswimmingly  asked:

Hi! First let me just say I'm loving Finding Marley and thank you for sharing it with us! It's clear you've put a lot of thought and effort into it, which brings me to my question! How much of your story did you have planned out before you started sharing it? I'm working on something myself and I want to get started but I don't feel like I have enough of the details fleshed out yet. What was your process when you were coming up with the story? Thank youuu!!

This answer is way too long, I’m so sorry! But below are some terrible tips. I hope it helps you sweet pea! 

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anonymous asked:

Haha, sorry if this is a weird ask. But I was wondering if you had any theory on why Asuka and Reina seemed to have almost zero interactions. Asuka, at the re-audition for the solo, was of course neutral (perhaps even irritated this drama was happening). However, she's had a number of interactions with Hazuki, Midori, and most notably Kumiko. For the two people who struck Kumiko as unique with the "best sound", it seems strange they interacted the least.

From just a realistic band geek standpoint, there is zero reason for Reina and Asuka to interact, regardless of how similar they are. Firstly, they are in different sections– Reina’s is a treble instrument and Asuka is in the bass section. Social circles in wind bands are largely defined by what section you’re in, though that line gets blurred when you factor in seniority. 

Which brings me to my next point: Reina’s a first year and Asuka’s a third year. Especially in Japan, freshmen don’t casually hang out with seniors, unless it’s to discuss some serious matter. And there just isn’t any musical matter for them to speak about– because Asuka doesn’t have any say over how the trumpets should play even though she’s VP. On Reina’s side, she doesn’t have any say over how Asuka’s section should play, because Kaori is the one who has jurisdiction over the entire brass section (brass are almost always supposed to follow lead trumpet). Yes, Reina’s the soloist, but Kaori is the real section principal.

Asuka has interacted with Hazuki and Midori and Kumiko only beacuse they are in her section. If they weren’t in the bass section, there would be no reason for Asuka to speak to them either. 

Hope this answered your question! :)

anonymous asked:

NAC -- How did you feel about the AU dreamworld?

I am so sorry that this message took so long to answer, but I wanted to save it for when I finally watched the episode, and I’ve finally finished it today.

I’m honestly disappointed more than I was before when I had only read what happened. It was kind of a boring episode overall, but I honestly didn’t mind it as much as I thought until the ending. They don’t go back to their world because Robin appears? If I were Emma, I would have just grabbed Regina’s arm and told her to get in the portal because if Snowing was fake enough to kill, Robin is fake enough to leave behind and ignore.

It seems like they’re going to go for the whole will they/won’t they when it comes to bringing Robin back, which doesn’t make sense to me. If you’re going to take Robin, you may as well take Henry too because in his eyes, the Evil Queen just killed his grandparents and then his mother just ditched him. If this is just a wish world, shouldn’t the wish people just poof away once they leave?

I feel like these episodes are almost a waste because they want to fill up as much time as they can to carry out a full-season arc. We haven’t even seen Jafar in our world yet and with the Regina vs. Regina story, the evil Gideon story, and the wish world, it makes me wonder where he’d even fit in.