which is so not 30 days anything

Honestly I don’t get all these bare-minimum breadcrumb gay moments in movies because, like, homophobes will be like “the what? gay?” and boycott the movie over Craig Ferguson The Viking saying “ha ha that’s why I never got married! That and one other reason!” so like, if you’re in for a penny go in for a pound, clearly you want to tap into the lucrative market for content with same-sex relationships, and the Homophobe Market is going to pitch a hissy fit and boycott whether you toss in a few breadcrumbs or the entire loaf. Anybody who’s gonna boycott over gay stuff is probably already boycotting stuff where characters just wink-wink-nudge-nudge but never explicitly confirm anything so there’s no reason to hesitate. You could put in an entire gay wedding and it would be no different, from a homophobe’s point of view, than having a woman in your movie roll her eyes at a male character’s advances and say “sorry, you’re not my type if-you-know-what-i-mean!”

It’s like how my old high school marked you as tardy starting from one minute after the beginning of the school day (7:46 AM) through to 10:30 AM, at which point you’d be marked absent. The punishment was the same whether you arrived at 7:46 or 10:29, so if you were running late and couldn’t make it to school by 7:45, you’d essentially been given a free pass to skip first and second period and go get breakfast at McDonald’s because you’re already in the same amount of trouble regardless of when you actually show up, so long as you do so within the next two and a half hours

Don’t skip school, kids, but hollywood, take note, go big or go home on the gay stuff because the homophobes are already boycotting the movie even if you just put in a blink-and-you-miss-it nudge-nudge hint-hint background reference and you could be making a lot more money by giving the Yellow Ranger a gf in the sequel

My roommate was AWFUL. I got him evicted.

So I go to the Universtiy of South Carolina and study Chemical Engineering. My roommate moved out after the first week of school and shortly after I got a random roommate with me in my apartment. He didn’t go to USC. He went to Allen and he didnt have classes on Tues and Thursday and I had 8:30s. He would have a lot of people over every day and they would be SO FUCKING LOUD. it would last until like 3am every night. He even let some guy come over just to let him do his fucking laundry. Which I would’ve been all right with if it wasnt 3 fucking AM. And then he would beat his gf in the middle of the night and even at 5am sometimes. I called the cops. She lied about it. They couldnt do anything. A few days after that he left some dude at the apartment (which he is not allowed to do as part of the contract) and I told the person they had to leave. And my roommate came back almost immediately and knocked on my door and asked me “how you gonna tell this man ti leave?”. I was recording everything on my phone. I just kept arguing and. Arguing with him. I really wanted him to threaten me. He did. He said he was gonna beat my ass and slap the fuck outta me. I was never so happy to hear someone say that. I took the recording to my apartment manager and showed it to her and she immediately began working on evicting him. Thank god! But I made him angry on purpose to get him evicted but seriously fuck that dude. I missed classes from lack of sleep from his BS and it was just not pleasant living with him

anonymous asked:

What would happen if a child struck a health care provider while in the midst of a panic attack? Would they be held to the same standards as a child who struck a health provider out of fear or anger or would it be more likely to be forgiven/understood? Also, if a child was just being a brat and injured a health care provider because they were angry about the situation, would they be charged with assault as a minor? What if they were terrified/panicking? Thank you!

Hey there nonny. You’ve asked a pretty thorny question. I’m going to answer it with the way the world works first, and then my personal input second.

Assaults on healthcare workers are theoretically felonies in most places, but the actual enforcement rate is absolute shit. Most of the time law enforcement doesn’t even get involved.

The situation gets even thornier when the person doing the assaulting is a child. You haven’t listed an age, and that part is really important, because a 2-year-old won’t know better, but a 17-year-old damn well should, and the two will be handled very differently.

The fundamental question is whether or not the character has the ability to know right from wrong, in the moment they’re committing the act (and whether that’s a change from normal for them). So for example, a ten-year-old who doesn’t strike other kids on the playground or have any sadistic tendencies who hits a nurse giving a shot is very different from a cruel and sadistic 10-year-old who hits a nurse for asking a question.

Striking a healthcare provider out of a “panic attack” is the same as striking a healthcare provider out of fear, but not out of anger. (Which, depending on who you believe, is just fear in disguise.)

Let’s see this from both ends of the spectrum. In the “best case” scenario, the kid got extremely scared and lashed out. They’re instantly remorseful, they start to cry with guilt and repeatedly apologize, and their parent is extremely remorseful and embarrassed. This shows a conscience. Assuming no serious injury, most nurses would be compassionate enough not to press charges but would still scold mom and the kid.

But in the “worst case” scenario, where the strike was out of malice, the child is unremorseful, and the parent doesn’t apologize and assumes it was the nurse’s fault? ….Even then it’s hard to tell. Nobody wants to prosecute a child for assault, and the tune will doubtless change if police or even a supervisor get involved–the little monster will become an angel, the event out of fear, the nurse into a mean nurse. And parents will always, always defend the child.

A really good facility that actually backs its employees might contact the police, especially if the child is older, but the odds are pretty slim.

If there’s serious injury to the provider it’s far more likely that the authorities will get involved, but even then, a single act of malice isn’t likely to get the kid charged.

And if the child truly goes out of control and becomes a danger to themselves and others – an apparently episode of psychosis – 911 will get involved to get the child taken to the hospital, not to jail.

Now, I said I had some personal feelings and thoughts on this. I’m going to share them. You don’t have to read this part if you don’t want to.

The fact is that healthcare workers get assaulted every single day in this country. I’ve had more than my fair share of assaults and attempted assaults, not a single one of which involved my attacker getting prosecuted. The closest I came was when a patient decided to hit and bite me as I was helping her out of the back of the ambulance, and the police came, put the patient in handcuffs, and she became so physically violent and agitated that they called another ambulance to take her to a different hospital rather than charge her with anything. She was observed  for intoxication, and walked out of the ER. She was never even seen by a psychiatrist, which was the whole reason for the transfer and for sending her to an ER in the first place.

Meanwhile I received wound care and 30 days HIV prophylaxis, which caused me horrendous GI distress. While I know this isn’t technically true, my feeling was that I got punished for being assaulted, and the absolute piece of waste that was my patient got absolutely nothing except a free hospital trip.

I’ve had adults grab my ass. I’ve seen people try to kiss nurses against their will. I’ve had colleagues throttled and nearly killed, colleagues murdered in the line of duty, colleagues have their nose broken in an ER because a patient fucking felt like it. And all of them were felonies and only the homicide got prosecuted.

“He was drunk, so he couldn’t control his actions” is the #1 reason I get when I ask why prosecutions aren’t initiated. And yet I’m damn sure that if that same person got behind the wheel of a car and was driving erratically,  they’d get prosecuted  for drunk driving. I’m damn sure that if it was a cop they’d bitten they’d get done for assaulting an officer. If that patient had choked a cop instead of my colleague, the guy would have gotten more than probation. It would have been attempted murder.

I want nothing more than to help people in their time of need. But routinely, healthcare workers get spit on, yelled at, verbally abused, physically abused, attacked. Sometimes patients can control it, and they want to control us. Sometimes patients have a reason they can’t control. But the assault remains the same, and in my (very one-sided) view, any assault on a healthcare worker should be treated equally. Fear is not a reason to hit someone trying to help you. Neither is psychosis. I would love to see 100% of assaults against EMS, nurses, and hospital staff prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law regardless of cause. But that’s never going to happen.

I’m going to put my little soapbox down, and go and read something pleasant, because I’ve made myself sad. But I hope this helps answer your question!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Love Affair Part 8

Beginning Love Affair Part 1

Warning: Cussing. Slight Smut.

Love Affair Part 8

Chapter 15

“So let me get this fucken straight?” Negan said as he stood out of his seat. “Even though my girl doesn’t want that fucker’s house, truck, or fucken money. Will she pretty much doesn’t want shit but her personal stuff, she still has to fucken take that fucken prick to court. Which may take months to final the whole shit hole marriage that’s been over for months. And then..”

“Negan.” I said, tugging at his jacket. “Stop please.”

“I’m almost fucken done doll.” Negan said, looking over at me and smiling. He turn back to the lawyer, still smiling. “And then, she as to do this what did you fucken call it “Discernment Counseling” Negan use his fingers to do quote and unquote. “Which happens when one person wants to fucken end the marriage and the other one wants to fucken save it. So doll now has to do that, if Danny is still fucken set on saving their marriage, for some fucken reason. Also she’ll have to do that shit for 30 fucken days with him. Talking about their feelings and shit. Then after that, she can finally fucken file for divorce and deal with all that fucken fun shit that will take months. Unless, he just fucken signs that papers, which he fucken won’t. Did I miss fucken anything?”

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“Uhh.” The Lawyer said trying to gather his thoughts. “No, that’s pretty… Uh pretty much it.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you know if Dan and Phil get paid to do younows?

I think we estimated it once on IDB and they probably get somewhere around in the area of $1000 to $1500 per liveshow just from bars alone, even if younow doesn’t kick in anything extra as a base fee for doing it. (Which they might - that’s not in their TOS but Dan and Phil are their top two draws to the website. I wouldn’t be surprised if they throw in extra incentive to keep Dan and Phil from defecting to youtube.)

Just doing the math quickly with the numbers for the most recent 30 days, the top five fans combined have given Dan 194,645 bars. Bars cost $49.99 per 6500 so that means literally just those five people in the past thirty days have given him $1496. Younow does take a cut (thirty percent, I think) but considering far, far more than just five people are giving him bars - you can use your imagination as to how much he must really get. 

Also now they can monetize the livestreams on youtube so they’re getting that bit extra, too. 

So basically: yeah, they get paid, and well. 

Just A Headache (Yuri x Otabek)

Type: One shot

Genre: Fluff and Romance

Word count: 3,215

Pairing: Yurabek / Otayuri (Yuri/Otabek)

Summary: Yuri gets sick at training and Otabek takes care of him.

Warnings: None.

A/N:  Prompt me if you have any, I hope you enjoy this one shot and thanks to the person who sent me this prompt :3 Also I’m thinking Yuri is 16 almost 17 in this fic so he’s very much legal not that anything sexual goes down ALSO! this was only edited ones so sorry if its complete trash !!


It all started with a headache when he woke up that morning, as he reached out and turned on his lap he looked at his phone time which lit up 6:30 a.m., he needed get up to start his normal day of training, his head though had other plans as it started to pound at the sight of the light 

‘I must have not drank enough water yesterday’ Yuri thought to himself throwing his blankets off his warm pajama clad body, he stood up stretching his slightly aching body then left his room to shower and get ready for the long day ahead.

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Monday was terrible. Mulder’s dress shirt was too tight against his neck; Scully’s nylons itched something fierce and would not stay where they were supposed to; Skinner seemed louder than they remembered and the file folders seemed more dry and sharper along the edges, paper cuts lurking very near in the future. Mulder’s cast banged into every available obstacle, including Scully on several occasions, tripping her up, sending her stumbling into a wall at one point and a door the next. Apologizing profusely from the safety of his office chair, “I promise you, I’m not trying to kill you.”

Smiling at him as she massaged her heel, “I’ll survive.”

Mulder dropped his head to the desk, “can we please go back on vacation?”

“You keep bringing that up. I’m beginning to believe you are not quite as committed to your job as you once were.”

Lifting his head, he looked at her, awkwardly trying to undo his top button without moving more than a few centimeters, “I will be, just not right now. My God, or your God as it were, why the hell can’t we wear t-shirts and shorts?”

As she settled into the chair across from him and kick/slid her heels across the room, “because people wouldn’t take you seriously in your garish plaid shorts and Smurf t-shirt, regardless of how many times you show them your badge.”

“You don’t like my garish plaid shorts and my Smurf t-shirt?”

“Well, no. I meant people in general. I, not being your average person, love your garish plaid shorts and Smurf t-shirt.”

“I like you in my Smurf t-shirt as well.”

Giving him a soft smile, complete with that hint of pink filling her cheeks, quickly rising from neck to forehead, “it is a very comfortable shirt.”

The look went on a little longer than it should have and Mulder broke the building tension with a groan, “the thing is, I can’t even go out and do any real work for at least another two weeks.”

“Minimum, Mulder. That’s the bare minimum. You may have convinced Skinner to let you go do interviews but until those pins come out and you can actually walk and run again, we won’t be doing much else so accept it now or I’ll be eviscerating you ‘round about Thursday because of your whining.” Holding out her hand, “now, let’s see what we’ve missed. Hand me something, please.”


Monday evening, just as they were pulling back up in front of Scully’s apartment, her turn to play host and their chosen destination for cleaning and unpacking, her phone rang. It didn’t take long for Mulder to deduce that she would be going somewhere and he would be left behind. Once she hung up, she turned his way, “this feels an awful lot like just before we left.”

“Another mass grave?”

“No but I need to go to Idaho while you, my casted friend, are about to get a call telling you you’re need for some profiling up in Maine.”

“How …” was all he got out before his phone jingled in his pocket, signaling she was right and he was gonna be lonely. All the dominoes fell in line soon after that, Scully flying out to one side of the country while Mulder, navigating the airport with his crutches, headed to the other.

As soon as he settled in his seat, priority boarding getting him on the plane first and awarding him ample time to complain to Scully before either of them took off, “why can’t I just come with you and they can email the files to me? It’s not like I really have to physically be sitting at the crime scene to do this.”

She was stuck sitting in the waiting area between a gentleman wearing too much cologne and a woman with three bags and a pursed look on her face. Wondering if she was sucking on a lemon none of them could see, she texted back, leaning forward to get away from both of them, forearms resting on her carry-on, “you know you work better when you’re at the scene. Walking around, looking at things, touching things, it’s when you do your best profiling Mulder.”

Sighing, “I know but I’m complaining because I won’t get to see you for who knows how long. I want my ten seconds of bitching and I will not be denied!”

A chuckle skipped up her throat, forcing her shoulders to jump and the haughty woman to look at her with distain. Scully was okay with this. “Let me know when you’re done so I can complain next.”

They went on for another ten minutes until Mulder sent her a message containing a smiley and a ‘love you … fly safe’. Even though he wouldn’t see it until he landed again, she responded in kind, then slouched back in her seat, happy to see that cologne man had left, her air field clear once again.


Eventually, she made it to her hotel a little after 2am, cursing the existence of time zones, turbulence and taxi cabs whose drivers seem to have no idea where anything was in Boise. Irritated to no end, she dropped her bags on the bed, did her standard bedbug check, thankfully turned up nothing then pulled out her phone, “if you are awake, I hate Idaho and everything it stands for. I will not be eating potatoes in protest while I am here.”

Immediately her phone rang, startling her, causing her to nearly drop the thing as she answered it, “Mulder?”

“Morning, sunshine. Having a pleasant trip so far?”

His voice made her smile, which he could hear on his end and it made him happy, “it’s a tad more pleasant now. Why are you awake? It’s 2am.”

“Where you are but where I am, it’s nearly 5:30 and the sun is just coming up.”

Sleep-deprivation and the rough ride made her forget the time change, “gonna be a long day now, isn’t it?”

“Probably but that’s all right. Rather have you wake me up than anything else.” Stretching across his double bed, both bed and body creaking and popping, “so, in all great seriousness, when are we going on vacation again?”

Having already stripped while talking to him and pulled on her pajamas, she laughed, “we need to work a few weeks, build up some vacation time again before we go anywhere.”

“You are no fun this morning.”

Knowing he was only joking with her, she looked down at her wardrobe choice, “well, if I tell you that I’m wearing only your purple Grimace shirt to bed, will that make me more fun?”

“Infinitely. If I ask you to take it off and do things while you tell me what you’re doing, it would be even more fun.”

That worked on her parts quite efficiently but knowing she needed sleep more, she slid under her sheets, still clothed, “sorry, buddy, exhaustion calls but eventually, you’ll get me out of the Grimace shirt, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Whispering his good night, he let her go to sleep while he started his day.

Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 36

Posted February 16, 2017

I’d like to thank every deity out there that it’s finally Thursday, because I had so much fun writing this part. I hope you’ll like it too, people! Enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: The promise you’d made to Ji Yong, about helping him, was one you found yourself hesitating to keep. Was it really a good idea?

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Sanversweek Day 1: Intimacy

Alex woke up to sun shining through the windows, and her beautiful girlfriend still asleep next to her. She smiled, thinking about how lucky she was that Maggie was her girlfriend. She moved closer to Maggie, and rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. At this, Maggie started waking up, and she also smiled, happy to wake up with such an amazing woman. She hoped that they could wake up like this for the rest of their lives.

“Good morning, beautiful,” she said.

“Morning, babe,” said Alex. She turned her head, and gently pressed a kiss to Maggie’s lips. Maggie smiled against Alex’s lips, breaking the kiss, but neither of them cared.

“I love waking up with you,” said Maggie.

“I love waking up with you, too,” said Alex. She leaned in and kissed Maggie again, and they both melted into the kiss.

“I wish I could stay here and cuddle with you all day,” said Maggie, after they separated from the kiss. “Being here with you is so much better than going to work.”

“I wish we could too, but we have to go to work. We can’t call in sick every time we want to spend more time together,” said Alex.

“Can we just stay a little longer, then? Please?” asked Maggie, trying her best to imitate Kara’s puppy eyes, which she knew could get Alex to do anything.

Alex turned her head and glanced at the clock, seeing that the time was 6:30 am. “We can’t stay here all day,” she said, “but we can stay for a little bit. J'onn doesn’t need me at the DEO until 9:00.”

“Can we please call in sick, just one more time?” Maggie asked. “I promise this is the last time.”

She tried using the puppy eyes again, this time pairing them with a small pout. Alex tried her best to resist, but eventually she caved.

“Fine,” she said with a sigh. “But this really is the last time. And if J'onn gets mad, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal,” said Maggie. She smiled, happy that she got what she wanted. She wrapped her arms around Alex, and pulled her closer. Alex curled up against Maggie, and rested her head on Maggie’s chest. They stayed like that silently for a few minutes, before Maggie broke the silence.

“I love you so much, Alex,” she said. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I love you too, Maggie,” said Alex. “You helped me realize who I am, and I’m so grateful for that. I’m so grateful for you. I hope we have each other forever.”

“We will,” said Maggie. She had never been more sure about anything in her life. She wrapped her arms around Alex even tighter, making a promise to herself that she would never let this amazing woman go.

They lay like that, curled up against each other, and they felt so comfortable and safe in each other’s presence. They were so comfortable that eventually, they both fell asleep again, Alex still wrapped in Maggie’s arms, and her head still resting on Maggie’s chest.

They woke up a few hours later to missed calls from J'onn, and hundreds of texts from Kara.

clipping: Philadelphia 3/4

Here is my doofy write up of an amazing night.

  • We had to wait out side in freezing cold for 45 minutes for the doors to open, but it was worth it because my friend Dana and I were some of the first people in
  • While Dana wient to check our coats, I went and made friends with Josh, clipping’s merch table guy. He is an older, very kind very sweet gentleman. I explained that we were super interested in saying “hi” to the band and texted them for us, said they would meet us at the merch table after their set.
  • Bless my BFF Dana. Her tall all loud mouth Jersey girl self dragged me through the pit and we were right up front against the stage.
  • Ok so. Here’s the thing. FUCK PHILLY FUCK FLAMING LIPS CROWD FUCK EVERYONE. Jon came out first and I screamed “JON!” and people clapped (some dickhole behind me was like “is it one guys with a laptop”) then Bill came out and I yelled his name and tried to get people to clap then Daveed came out and I screamed his name and he WAVED RIGHT AT ME (I mean I was right there) and I was like “Surely out of these 3000 people some of you fuck sticks know who GODDAMN DAVEED DIGGS IS” and I guess he’s still not as famous as I think he is? Anyway. The crowd S U C K ED. Here’s why
    • They played their asses off. They played Inside Out, Body and Blood, Wriggle, Air Em Out, Work Work, The Breach, Baby Don’t Sleep, Story #? (can’t remember which one), Shooter… and Jon and Bill did a a few noise only pieces. EVEN WITH THEIR HEARTS OUT THERE THE CROWD WAS NOT HYPE.
    • Of course, I was screaming and jumping and singing along and dancing and trying to get people to cheer. There was me, Dana, a couple next to us and two hipster white dudes a few feet away from me that were clipping fans everyone else was just like dead quiet and confused, on their phones in shit. RIGHT ON THE FRONT ROW WHERE HE COULD SEE YOU. So rude. Ugh. 
    • This one jackass in a Clown Wig behind us yelled “BOO YOU SUCK” And Dana turned around and cursed him out. 
    • I yelled “WE LOVEYOU” And Daveed blew a kiss right down at me. 
    • I hate my city. Agh. 
  • So after their amazing set where they did not get the love they deserved, we went back to the merch table to good old Josh, bought t-shirts, and he told us to sit tight the band was on their way. There was a little bar area that was empty so we just sat there. 
  • Daveed came out and directly came over to me and Dana. He was so smiley and I immediately told him “I am so sorry my city did not give you the love your guys deserve” and we chatted and he REMEMBERED ME and was like “I wear your scarf a lot, I couldn’t bring it on tour because I don’t want anything to happen to it” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • He told me he saw me getting hyped and thnked me. DUDE DO NOT THANK ME  DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
  • ok so for the next ½ hour, he hung out with us and talked one on one to me about stuff just chill af. We offered to buy him a drink (he had a mug of tea!!!!) but he was like “I am avoiding alcohol because of my vocal chords” so my friend Dana got him a bottle of water and he was so grateful. 
  • Maybe like 2 other people came up to take pics with him but he just stuck around and talked to us
  • I WAS SMOOTH AS FUCK. I was totally myself. I was so much more starstruck the last time I met him, and this time I got to be myself. Talking to him was wonderful. 
  • We talked about his music, his career, his time as a teacher. He asked me about the school I want to open one day, thanked me (!!!!) for teaching. 
  • Dana told him her 3 year old loved his Rubber Ducky take on Sesame Street. He said “That was one of the most fun things I ever got to do.”
  • After that 30 min or so he was like “I have to go finish helping the guys load up the van” which was fine because I was ready to leave and didn’t wan’t to over stay my welcome. I had already taken so much of his time. He gave us each the BEST HUG EVER (no he doesn’t smell LIKE ANYTHING but his sweater was really soft). And we wished him luck on his tour and he went back stage. 
  • Ok so when Daveed talks to you, he is just so present? Like he looks AT YOU at your FACE and listens and he’s EXPRESSIVE and he’s also super touchy? Like he touched my arm, my hand, my shoulder when talking to me. He’s so affectionate. I remembered this from last time (when he cuddled me unprompted) and I was still not ready for it. I don’t know how I was cooler and chiller this time but I was but still. That man putting his hands anywhere on my person is just like GAHHHHHHHH.
  • They put on a great show. I hope they continue to get exposure and make new fans. 
  • I think I looked pretty damn cute. My goal was to get Daveed to…ya know…check out the boobies, and I can say with confidence this goal was met. (But he wasn’t creepy about it.)
  • If you HAVE THE CHANCE go see clipping. GO. DO IT. They put on an amazing show (seeing Daveed rap in person is a religious experience) and you will still have so much fun even if you don’t get to meet him. But if you do, be kind and respectful. He is so sweet, he will make you feel so valued as a fan.

I love you guys. 

30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 13

Day 13: Eating Ice cream

Summary: London is experiencing one of it’s worst heat waves so you and Sherlock eat ice cream in 221B
Author: Maddy (@laterthantherabbit)
Words: 800
Characters/Relationships: Sherlock x Reader
Warnings: None


It was hot. Too hot. You felt like you were melting into the floor as you laid directly under the air conditioning vent next to the couch, which was doing hardly anything to stop your sweltering body from becoming lethargic. “Uuuugggghhh, Sheeeeerrrrrrloooooock. It’s too hooooot.” You didnt move your head at all as you spoke, your cheek was smushed into the hard wood below you and your voice came out muffled as a result. You couldn’t move if you tried, and neither could Sherlock. He was on the couch above you, his limbs as far from his body as he could get them, his hand resting on your head out of convenience rather than affection. He was dressed in nothing but some boxers and his dressing gown, which was undone and hardly on him, not that you could blame him. It felt like the sun had moved directly over England and you were only dressed in your underwear, a tank top covering some of yourself in case Mrs. Hudson came into the apartment. Not that she would, her flat was cooler than 221B and you would be down there if not for her having friends over. “Sheeeerlooock!”

“Yes Y/N, I know it’s hot but stop whining, it’s irritating.”

“Well I’m sorry but heat makes me whine and it. Is. Hot!” You lifted your head to place your forehead on the ground, closing your eyes as the new position provided some cooling as the wood absorbed your heat. It also gave you a great, though completely unrelated revelation. “Oh!” You pushed yourself up much too quickly and became lightheaded for a second, shaking your head to clear your vision before you went into the kitchen.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” You rummaged around in the freezer, moving body parts and what not until you found what you were looking for. You picked up two large spoons from the drawer, closing it with your hip before making your way back to Sherlock, a tub of freezing cold neapolitan ice cream in your hands. Sherlock lifted his head to look at you as you sat on the ground close to his head. “Ice cream?”

“Mhmm.” You pulled of the lid and put it on the coffee table in front of you. “I remembered John had picked it up not two days ago here.” You passed him one of the spoons over your head before digging your own into the tub and popping a heavenly scoop of vanilla ice cream in your mouth. You groaned in bliss as you let the sugary treat melt on your tongue before swallowing it. Sherlock reached over you, him leaning on an elbow to see what he was doing and he did the same, falling back on the couch as he let the ice cream cool his mouth, sighing in pleasure.

“You, my dear,” He reached for another scoop, strawberry this time, as you swallowed your second, “are a genius.” He hummed as he placed the spoon in his mouth and closed his eyes.

“I know I am. Here open up.” He opened one eye to see you had moved to kneel on the ground, facing him with a spoon of the chocolate ice cream in your hand. He smiled as he removed the spoon and closed his eyes again. He opened his mouth and you fed him the spoonful, giggling as you did so before feeding yourself one. “Mmm, so good.” You closed your eyes as you sat back on the ground. Sherlock moved his arm closest to you and wrapped it around your body, trapping you against the couch. He moved a little so his head hovered over yours and you tilted your head up and smiled as he leaned down to kiss you. It tasted of all the flavours in the tub and you smiled wider in the kiss before laughing as you dabbed a drop of strawberry ice cream on his nose, causing him to flinch back at the unexpected coolness on his nose. You were laughing too hard to realise that Sherlock had been reaching for the tub, gathering some chocolate ice cream on his finger before he did the same to you, causing you to yelp and look startled at his before you both burst into light-hearted giggles, wiping the ice cream off your noses.

The afternoon passed in the same fashion, you two eating ice cream and laughing at each other, somewhat delirious from the heat and sugar before you both fell asleep where you were, the heat having sucked all energy from your bodies. John arrived home from work whilst you slept and after seeing you two at the couch, the now empty ice cream tub sitting on the coffee table, he smiled and snapped a picture on his phone, leaving you two to sleep through the heatwave together.

anonymous asked:

your tag on that last post... discussions i wanted: harry & country, harry & romcoms. instead there were empires of essays built about a single "she"

like i understand that people want to Know, especially when it was brought up, but i am just blhvfhjbdshklds don’t care? like you’ve got people fighting over which girl it was or if it was a secret girl!!!!!!!!! and then the larolds are rending garments and trying to drag cameron crowe for… being cameron crowe bc they think rob stringer was (metaphorically) sitting there with a (metaphorical) gun to harry’s head like “say ‘she’ or you can’t wear anything pink in public for three to seven business days” and i’m just like……………………..ok so……………

which nicky spee movies did he watch?? what’s his favorite tom hanks/meg ryan movie or does he prefer when harry met sally? his favorite julia roberts rom com? sixteen candles or pretty in pink? that’s a hard one. will he let me hear his 30 minute rant on how fucked up it is that romcoms get shit on so much, just like every other thing women like? usually i don’t care what men think about this shit, but i know he has the Right opinions. 

was he listening to country oldies? bluegass? and which does he prefer? has he heard “wait so long” by trampled by turtles because i think he’d really like it. his favorite johhny cash song? which era of era ryan adams does he prefer (and i know it’s heartbreaker because it’s heartbreaker for everyone but what does he think about whiskeytown? the cover of 1989?). if he he could cover one shania twain song, what would it be? he’s mentioned “you’re still the one” before but like….. i think “any man of mine” should a Strong Contender. he totally loves 80s/90s country, right?? it’s retro enough to be cool now. would he ever want to stay in nashville for a while and record something?? what kind of vibe would it have???

@venicimo07​ sent me this wonderful doozy of a Trimberly prompt based on the deleted scenes from the digital release (thank you so much my dude): 

“Kimberly realized she kissed the wrong ranger immediately after it happened, but it was too late. She’d do anything to turn back time and confide to the right person.”

In which Kimberly becomes aware of her feelings for Trini only after making everything much more complicated between them. 

Part 14 of 30 Days of Pride



Exactly two seconds after Kimberly Hart kissed Jason Scott, she regretted it. She’d been caught off guard by the moment, shocked by that fact that he didn’t dismiss her as an awful person. She should have recognized that he was trying to be a leader, not pounced on him and flipped him onto his back.

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Stutter! Michael

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Warning: Theres a massive fluffy bit before it goes into smut! But theres swearing :) Sorry if this offends anyone, all the love x

Summary: Michael Clifford. The boy with the stutter.  

You’d been best friends with him since he was little, to him you were the first ever friend he actually had. Over the years his stutter had gotten worse but you were always there as his best friend by his side. 


At 5 years old, you and your parents decided to move to a nicer place. Away from some of your family and thats how you ended up in Australia, it was a long way away from your home but every single thing was worth it and you don’t regret moving. Most children hate moving as they have to meet new friends and start over again but you loved it. You’d met you life long best friend here too, his name was Michael. You still remember the first time you met. 

“Say cheese” my mum said taking a picture of me on my first day of school. I stood with my goofy grin smiling at the camera and holding my book bag to my chest. I’d never been to school, only to a play school so this was my first day and I was super excited to make friends. 

“You look beautiful sweetie now go on theres Miss Marine” 

“Ok mummy love you” I kissed her cheek walking over to Miss Marine and tall blonde woman who was mid-thirties. She was pretty, she had a pair of glasses perched on her nose. 

“Hi Y/N, come on in I’ll show you where to sit” We walked into her class room and it was filled with posters with different things on such as the alphabet and times tables. There were children already piling into the classroom most of them in little circles talking to each other. Apart from one boy. He was sat in the corner with a notebook, he had a blonde haircut and green orbs. He was interesting. The children all sat down and I was still stood at the front. 

“Right where would you like to sit?” Miss Marine said, a couple of girls smiled at me patting the seat next to them but my focus was on the boy at the back of the room. 

“Can I sit with him?” I said pointing to the boy, the class all turned round and some let out little laughs. I didn’t understand why they were laughing.

“Muh-muh-michael” one of the boys scoffed making the girls giggle. Michael looked up and looking straight at me. I smiled at him and he just sighed looking back down at his notebook. I looked up at the teacher furrowing my eyebrows.

“How about you sit here for today and then you can go sit back there”

“Ok” I said, walking round the side of the table but stealing a glance at Michael who was already looking at me with curiosity. I smiled at him once again which I saw the corner of his lips curve before again he looked back down. The lesson was a good lesson we were leaning poetry and singing a few songs. 

It had gotten round to lunch time and I hadn’t really made any friends. The girl who sat next to me in the class her name was Lily but she was going on her best friend and how they always hung out. I was never good with friends at play school I always use to sit along playing shapes. The only person who took my interest was Michael, throughout the whole lesson Michael was sat at the back he didn’t get involved in any sort of activities the only time was when he sung. It was lunch time and I was sat on a bench just watching the other children play.

The same boy from earlier who made fun of Michael, which name I learnt was Cam. He was walking over to Michael who was playing with the sandpit quietly not harming anyone. Cam got over to Michael pushing him back in the sand. I stood up from the table walking over to them, I had, had enough of this. How can anyone bully someone.

“You’re a ugly stupid boy” Cam said to Michael. Cam went to hit Michael but I pulled him back by his shirt and stood in front of him.

“Get out my way little girl” Cam snarled

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” I said crossing my arms. Cam let out a frustrated sigh walking away not before kicking the sand out of the sandpit. I turned around facing Michael who was covered in sand I reached out my hand and pulled him up. He brushed the sand off his legs and bum and looked at me. 

“T-th-thank you-u” He said almost whimpering and looking at me with glossy eyes. I grabbed a hold of his hand walking into the locker room, which had all our pegs with different names with out coats and bags. I sat underneath my peg and grabbed my lunch box, my mum had packed two juice boxes so I gave one to Michael. He reluctantly sat down next to me taking the juice box and stuttering out a thank you. 

“You know, you shouldn’t listen to big fat meanies like Cam”

“I h-have a s-s-stut-ter” He said “I-’m-m n-not normal” I didn’t speak for a second before I heard a slurping sound and Michael was finishing off his juice box. I didn’t know what a stutter was but if it was the way he was speaking it was ok.

“I think its beautiful” I mumbled turning towards him, he gave me an amazing smile showing off his slight bunny teeth and looked down at me. He seemed a lot more happier then he did back in the class room.

“R-really?” he asked

“Yeah its what make you, you” I said slurping on my juice box. 

“I t-think you’re b-beautiful” He said looking at me and interlacing our hands. I smiled at him pecking his cheek and squeezing his hand. 

Thats how we became best friends, after that lunch break I walked straight over and sat next to Michael the class almost gasped but I didn’t care. I didn’t know what love was until I met Michael either, It was like I just always wanted him to be happy, I never wanted him to be sad. So I made sure that Cam didn’t hurt him and that people wouldn’t judge him because of something like a stutter. I always tried my best to make him happy even if he was having a shit day, I knew exactly what to do to cheer him up. His mum even calls me an angel, for saving her little boy. But now, we’re both 20 and even so I love him more then anything. I’ve never really had a boyfriend, I’m no virgin but I can’t get my head around having a boyfriend. They’ll never be what I want. 

I was currently round Michaels house, he had called me up crying about 30 minutes ago, I brought ice cream and his favourite movie which we were currently watching. He never told me why he was crying, I learnt not to push him and just let him tell me on his own. But tonight seemed different, he didn’t look like he was watching the film, he looked like he was deep in thought. I wasn’t paying attention to the movie either, I was admiring him, I was always admiring him. His beautiful green eyes transfixed on the TV but his mind elsewhere. His now fluffy brown hair, he’d grown out of the blonde bowl cut and had grown a fringe. It contrasted against his milky white skin and his right arm was covered in tattoo’s, when ever we would have a sleepover I would trace them, I loved the feeling of his skin under my finger it always gave me small butterflies in my tummy. He always managed to do that…whether it be a smile, a touch or his laugh.

“Mikey” I whispered, stroking over his arm. He looked straight at me giving me a small smile. “Whats wrong?”

“N-nothing” he shook his head looking down at his lap. I sat on my knees going towards him and pouting, I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist my puppy dog eyes. “I know you haven’t been watching the movie and something is obviously bugging you, i’m your best friend remember”

“It-s just how-w will an-yone l-love m-me?” He sighed looking down at the carpet. I watched as a tear ran down his cheek. “M-my s-s-stutter has got-tten worse, I-ll never f-find anyone w-who wants me. W-who would-d want-t-t to m-marry me, have c-children with st-utters. N-nobody wants me”

“Don’t say that” I whispered moving slowly over to his shaking body and wrapping my arms around him. 

“I-it’s true” he said as he nestled his head into my neck.

“No really, its not because I love you” 

“Y-yeah but n-not l-lik-”

“I’m in love with you” I whispered into his hair

“D-dont l-lie to me” he stuttered pulling away from my hug and grabbing a hold of the pillow, crying into it. “Y-you j-just feel s-sorry for m-me”

But I wasn’t lying. I’d been in love with this boy for years. I sat there watching him breakdown. Even I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I hated, absolutely hated seeing him like this.

“Michael” I started grabbing a hold of his hand, taking the pillow away from them. “Ever since we were 5 I’ve been in infatuated with you, the second I laid eyes on you my heart had never beaten so quick, I wanted to know everything about you. When the classed laughed at you I wanted nothing more to be stood by your side, you didn’t deserve that. The second I looked in your eyes I knew I was doomed, when you first smiled at me my belly did a flip. I didn’t think one human could be that beautiful. Everyone has something that makes them happy and you’re my happiness, your smile, your hair and your stutter. I think your stutter is beautiful, any girl would be lucky to marry you and have children with you. Your stutter may have gotten worse but I love it, If you have children with stutters it wouldn’t change a thing, it would make them, them. As your stutter makes you, you. I just want you to be happy, you deserve happiness Michael and if you let me I promise to make you the happiest person alive because thats what you do to me” I looked up into his green orbs that were staring back at me “I’m so in love with you Michael”

He sat there stroking over my hands and his lip quivered. My eyes flickered towards his lips. I leant forward stroking over his cheek, I heard his breathing pick up as another tear ran down his cheek, I swiped my thumb to catch the tear and edged closer to his lips brushing his on mine. 

“Tell me to stop” I said against his lips. Michael bumped his nose on mine and I searched his eyes. But he didn’t say anything. I shut my eyes pressing my lips on his. I felt my whole body shiver and tingles running around my body like tiny fireworks going off. I kissed him like my life deepened on it, I didn’t know how he felt towards me so this could be the first and last. I grabbed his face in my hands as I lifted my body above his, I felt like I was on cloud nine, never have I ever wanted anyone as badly as I wanted Michael.

“S-stop” Michael said against my lips. Shit. I let go of him and I could feel my lips start to tremble. I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable or ruin our friendship. Because I wasn’t scared of loving him, I was scared of loosing him.

“I’m so-so sorry, Mikey I should have-” He cut me off with a quick kiss to my lips.

“I-i wanted t-to tell you-u how mu-ch you-u mean to me, I-i’ve been in l-love with you-u for 14 years, I never thought you’d-d love me like t-that” he cried resting his head on mine. I smiled wrapping my hands around his neck and kissing him once more. I detached our lips and cuddled up to him watching the last part of the movie with Michael rubbing over my sides. 

It had been a week since you had told Michael how much he meant to you. It had been a great week, your mums weren’t so shocked they said they knew all along. You’d been cuddling and kissing all week, you haven’t gone all the way yet because Michael was still a virgin and you wanted him to be ready. 

Tonight we’ been out on a date, he had picked me up in a black shirt and black jeans and I wore my black trousers and a flowy white top. He looked so handsome and I can’t believe that after 14 years he’s mine. We talked about everything and nothing and I loved every minute of the date. We’d gotten home and made our way to the bed room, Michael was sat on the bed and I was stood in-between his legs, stroking his hair. I tilted his head back pecking his lips and smiling at him.

“Y/N-N” he mumbled

“Yeah babe”

“I-want t-to give you m-my-my everything” he whispered against my lips. I looked at him and stroked over his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah j-just go s-slow” I kissed his lips once more before gently lying him back on the bed. I undid the top button of his shirt leaving a kiss where it was buttoned up. I did the same all the way down his chest. His first time should be special and I plan on making him feel it. I slid his shirt off his shoulders and threw it next to the bed. I kissed over his pale collar bones sucking down and swiping my tongue over the red mark. I reached back up kissing his nose as he smiled at me.

“Safe word is Juicebox” I smiled against his lips, he let out a giggle running his finger through my hair. I sat up on his hips peeling my shirt off my body. His hands went to my boobs as he sat up. 

“Wow” he gasped

“Never seen any?”

“N-never t-touched any” he said reaching around my back. I could feel his hands shaking as he tried to undo the clasp. 

“Hey calm down” I said reaching around stroking over his hands and helping him out. I pulled the straps down my arms pulling the cups away from my boobs and throwing it down with our shirts. Michaels eyes went wide as his hands were frozen next to his side. I reached down for his hand’s and stroked it up my body, grasping his hands around my boobs.

“S-shit” He whined, I retracted my hands and left his playing with my boobs. He looked so facisanted and his eyes were scanning all over my body not knowing where to look. I pulled his hands away pushing him back down. I got up standing at the end of the bed and pulling down my trousers. I wasn’t wearing a sexy pair of underwear but the way Michael was looking at me I didn’t care, his love was enough. I climbed back onto the bed sitting in between his legs. 

“Are you sure?” I asked again, just making sure that he wouldn’t regret this.

“Y/N I’ve n-never b-been so ss-ure of a-anything in-n my-my life” I smiled at and popped opened his jean button and unzipping his zipper. I tugged his jeans down his pale legs and pulling them over his feet, pulling his socks off along with them. I sat back up stroking over his black boxers, tracing the shape of his penis. 

“Y-Y/N” Michael moaned. I smiled pulling down his boxers letting his cock free, it sprung up against his chest and he let out a hiss. His cock was beautiful, it was a pale colour but surrounded but black hairs, it was by far the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I ran one of my fingers over the visible vein feeling him twitch under my touch. 

“So beautiful” I whispered to more to myself. I leant down licking a bold stripe up his cock and pecking the the tip. A drop of pre-cum hit my tongue and I swallowed it, although it was salty, it tasted better then any other mans I’ve been with. I pulled his dick up to my mouth swirling my tongue around his tip and sucking onto it. I looked up through my eyelashes watching Michaels mouth gawping open and his hands slightly clench against the bed sheets. 

“oh m-m-I f-fu-c-k” Michael got out. I sucked down his dick, bobbing my head and jerking off what I couldn’t fit it. I made sure to get it wet and to clench my hand around it. Michaels hands went to my hair pulling me off his dick and looking at me. I climbed up his body making sure to kiss over his chest.

“Why’d you pull me off” I whispered onto his lips, kissing him and moving my crotch over his bare dick. 

“C-can I t-touch you?” he asked

“Tonights about you, Michael” I whimpered, grinding on him.

“O-ok” he mumbled against my lips. There was nothing I liked more then kissing Michael. I moved his fringe to the side stroking over that side of his face. I kissed his forehead and sweetly grinded on him. Michaels hands came down to my ass, his fingers wrapping around the back of my panties. He shakily pulled them down just under my knees and I wiggled them down my body kicking them off. I sat up sliding his dick betweens my folds.

“You ok?” I asked looking into his green eyes. He nodded giving me a smile. 

“Ok now, I’ll go slow so you don’t blow to quick” I giggled, circling his tip around my entrance. To say I was nervous myself would be a understatement. I want Michael to be please and feel loved his first time. I slowly eased him into me making sure to watch his face count our in pleasure. I sat all the way down trying to stay still and Michaels hips stuttered upwards making me slightly bounce. He let out a whimper and started to move his hip, I figured this was the time to bounce on his dick and did so. 

Michael was so big and I could feel him filling up my pussy, his tip was caressing my walls. Michaels shaky hands came to my waisted hoisting me up. I watched his dick pound into me and I let out moans, I leant down kissing Michael passionately and moaning onto his lips. 

“You’re amazing” He whispered against me, I grinned pecking his lips and thrusted into him. He beamed looking at me and stroking down my hips. He looked down watching where our bodies were connected and whined. His face started to squeeze together and I felt his dick pulsating. I clamped my walls around him and he gripped my waist. 


“Cum for me Mikey” I whispered. His eyes screwed shut and his hips jutted upwards into me, making his tip graze my g-spot. I let out a loud groan and looked down at Michael his cumming face was a beautiful one and it made my pussy clench. I shook my hips as my high hit me like a truck. I place my hands on his chest and came around his dick.

My orgasm washed over me and I slid Michaels dick out of me, I looked up and Michael looked breathtaking, his hair was matted to his forehead and his lips were parted. His chest was glistening in sweat and his hands now holding my new favourite body part. “God, Y/N, I love you so much” He said with a stutter, I looked up at him and he looked surprised looking admiringly at me. “I love you too Michael”

Islam Basics: What is Ramadan?

“O you who believe! Observing al-sawn (the fasting) is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those before you, that you may become al-muttaqoon (the pious).” (Qur'an, al-Baqarah 2:183)

Many of you may be wondering, what is this thing called ‘Ramadan’? Every year Muslims seem to get very excited about this ‘Ramadan’. You may know a family member, neighbour, co-worker, friend who is fasting throughout Ramadan.

What is it and what makes it so significant?

Ramadan is the name of the ninth month of the Islamic Calender, and the month in itself changes by 11 days each year as it follows the lunar cycle. However Ramadan is like no other month for Muslims, as it is a month in which we perform one important pillar of our religion-fasting.

Every year for 30 days, over a billion Muslims from all over the globe abstain from eating, drinking, smoking, as well as foul/unpleasant language and anything that is ill-natured or excessive; from dawn until the sun sets. It is a holy month for Muslims and a chance for them to review themselves, their spirituality and their character so they can improve for the better. Just as large corporations have annual reports, the Muslim analysis his/her own self and their relationship with God and others in this one month in order to note down what they have been doing wrong (and strive to change that) and to improve their good aspects.

Ramadan is also significant for several other reasons:

God says in the Qur'an:

“The month of Ramadhan [is that] in which was revealed the Qur'an, a guidance for the people and clear proofs of guidance and criterion…” (Qur'an, al-Baqarah, 2:185)

The Qur'an was revealed to the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) in the month of Ramadan, and this is of huge significance to a Muslim as the Qur'an is a close companion to the Muslim. It is what we believe to be God’s word which speaks to each Muslim on a personal level, yet also addresses all of Mankind.

Ramadan also offers Muslims a chance for all their previous sins to be forgiven. It offers three opportunities:

1-: By fasting in Ramadan, if with sincerity, they will be forgiven their previous sins
2-: By praying at night in Ramadan and
3- By praying during the last 10 nights of Ramadan as one of those nights will be 'The night of decree’, as in the specific night the Qur'an was revealed.

This is because the Prophet (peace be upon him) said:

“Whoever fasted the month of Ramadan out of sincere Faith (i.e. belief) and hoping for a reward from Allah, then all his past sins will be forgiven, and whoever stood for the prayers in the night of Qadr out of sincere Faith and hoping for a reward from Allah, then all his previous sins will be forgiven .” (Sahih Bukhari, Book 32, Hadith 231)


“Whoever prayed at night in it (the month of Ramadan) out of sincere Faith and hoping for a reward from Allah, then all his previous sins will be forgiven.” (Sahih Bukhari, Book 32, Hadith 226)

Ramadan conveys an extraordinary sense of emotional enthusiasm and religious eagerness among Muslims of all ages. Even though fasting is compulsory for capable adults alone (children, the elderly and the ill are exempt from fasting), children as young as eight readily observe or take part in partial fasting with their elders. Children look forward to the thrill of the moon sighting and eating unique meals with their relatives. Adults are grateful for the chance to double their rewards from God and ask for pardon for their past sins. Ramadan highlights Muslim brotherhood and sisterhood, customs and brings about a special feeling of closeness, both to God, and the community.

Nothing but business...

okay so this is a random Mark angst drabble, hope you like it!

“Are you out of you mind? I’m never marrying him, he’s my cousin. For God’s sake, mom, I am not letting this happen,” you let out the your anger but the frustration only grew bigger inside of you.

You feared it, arranged marriage, but what you feared most was that there was no way out. You had a crush on Mark ever since you both were kids fighting for toy till now when he’s a grown man, assisting in his father’s successful business. But Mark did not want to marry you, as expected of nature, you liked him but he had infinite reasons not to marry you.

Mark asked you to resist the decision of his and your parents of marrying you both to each other as a promise they made when the both of you were born and your family was in an unstable financial condition. 

Both of you did whatever you could to stop this marriage from happening but it was no use. Your mother already bought you a wedding dress which shined so bright but it haunted you, how will Mark react to this? Will he consider the marriage? Will he file for a divorce right after the ‘business matters’ are solved between both parties?

One fine day, you walked the aisle as his bride, but he stood there with an emotionless face which shone so bright. He looked ever so handsome, like a prince, according to you. You were looking up at your husband to be in the next 30 seconds and he felt your stare at his profile. He shot you the coldest glare ever and the smallest hint of anything close to a ‘smile’ vanished from your face as your lash-line pooled with tears instead. Fighting back your tears, you said your vows trying to sound stable and prevent your voice from shaking in fear.

The event was huge and glamorous, so many guests and people scattered around the venue but Mark felt suffocated in his Louis Vuitton tuxedo and you sitting next to him made him feel even more irritated.

“It’s not a marriage, to me this is more like a business contract.”

“I’m sorry if you developed any sort of feelings for me but please, don’t ever consider yourself as my wife, you are free to move to the apartment I bought for you.”

“Do not meet me to often, we can make people suspicious of us, that way it’ll be easy to plan on the divorce.”

“You can leave tomorrow morning, I’ll tell the driver to drop you at your apartment.”

That night when you went home with him, Mark finally let his anger out on you rather politely but his words stung your soul so sweetly, all you did was weep the entire night. He didn’t want you anywhere near him.

The contract validated for three long, painful months.

You both were there at the lawyer’s office, ready to sign the divorce documents.

“I loved you, Mark,” you whispered and signed the sheet with shaky hands as tears stung your eyes.

Mark exhaled at your confession and he reflected upon how it didn’t matter to him. He was contented because the marriage was over.

As if it ever existed.

(sorry for the ugly title lol) -admin jiah

OK so let me just explain something to you guys. Just for ease sake because I think a lot of people just genuinely may not know common courtesy. 

  • If you tell someone you are gonna do something around a certain time, make sure it’s within 30 minutes of that time “I’ll calle you around 6″ should not get said person a call at 6:30, 6:45, or worse, 7 or later. It’s okay if something comes up and it means you have to do it later, but please let them know through text, e-mail, something why you’re were late so they can reschedule or move on with their day. If you tell someone you’re doing anything around a certain time them will probably be getting ready and waiting for you. Which means they are taking time out of their day and probably putting something else off to wait for you. If you can’t tell them because it’s a super emergency situation then make sure apologize and explain ASAP. No you do not have to give them all the details unless you want to, you can just say an emergency happened or whatever. this is happening to me as I type this and it’s annoyin because my day was very busy today and now I have even less time because I spent an hour waiting for someone to call me about business but they didn’t.
  • Same goes for people on the other end. If someone tells you they are doing something around a certain time be ready BEFORE that time. 10-15 minutes early just in case they are early or you realize you forgot something. 
  • Don’t get an attitude if people can’t/don’t help you. Especially in money matters. For example, if you’re broke and need money and somebody knows you need money but they buy an expensive concert ticket instead of giving you that money, don’t get an attitude. They’e doing something for themselves. They’re probably gonna help you out a little bit but don’t expect them to give that whole amount of the concert ticket to you. 9/10 the person has been saving up for that expensive thing for a while cause it’s something they REALLY wanted for themselves and by you getting an attitude you are saying “Drop everything to help me and on top of that give me everything even if you want or need it for yourself”.That’s not cool and 9/10 you’d never do that for someone else. It’s not that person’s fault you’re in a bind.
    •  Especially if it’s like an internet friend or something because it’s like ??? this has happened to me before. I feel for you and I am gonna send you something but I’m not dropping everything I wanted for you. I’ve went without for SOO long so now that I can afford concert tickets or a limited edition B.A.P CD or to eat exactly what I want every night of the week don’t try to make me feel bad for it. It’s not like I’m spending super excessively. When I do spend money on something “unecessary”, I spend quite a while going over my finances to make sure I can afford it because I’m so used to NOT BEING ABLE TO AFFORD MUCH OF ANYTHING. And I still don’t even have much money but again, I’M SO USED TO GOING WITHOUT, IT FEELS LIKE I ACTUALLY HAVE STUFF now that I can afford little tiny pleasures like a kpop CD every once in a while or a pizza maybe once a week.
Study Tips!

Remember, this is what works for me, and these are just suggestions.

How and When to Study:

  • Study during the day and use your study hall (if you have one). Reserve a block of time each evening to do homework (mine is 4-6) and review the day’s notes. Spend a small amount of time (about 30 minutes) on the weekend reviewing notes.
  • Study the hardest subject first. Move on to the next hardest subject, and so forth. This way, your homework becomes easier as you go. 
  • If an assignment, such as writing a paper, will take several days, break it into smaller, more manageable parts. You will accomplish more without feeling overwhelmed.
  • Plan study time in one hour blocks. Study for 50 minutes and take a break for 10 minutes (or whatever works for you).
  • Allow more study time for subjects in which you need improvement.
  • Avoid the temptation to do anything that may interrupt your study time.

Where to Study:

  • Find a quiet place to study to help you focus.
  • Always study in the same place. To stay alert, sit in a straight-backed chair in a well lit area. Open a window for fresh air.
  • Make a study kit. Include a dictionary, protractor, calculator, paper, pens, pencils, erasers, paper clips,  highlighters, note cards, etc. You’ll spend more time studying and less time searching for supplies.
  • Keep your study area neat and organized. 

Studying With a Friend:

  • Decide what you want to cover during your study time. Reward yourselves if you meet your goals.
  • Quiz each other on facts, formulas, vocabulary, etc.
  • Consider studying with someone who knows the subject better. The challenge will make you work harder and help you learn more.

Note Taking:

  • Use a pen that doesn’t smear.
  • Use a full sheet of paper marked with page number, subject, and date.
  • Keep notes for each subject together.
  • Use highlighters or colored pencils to mark different topics.
  • Record and review vocabulary terms.
  • Evaluate what you read and hear before writing your notes.
  • If you fall behind, try to catch up.
  • Draw a line down the left side of your paper about 2 inches from the margin. On the right, record notes, On the left, write the question that is answered by your notes. To study, cover your notes and try to answer the questions.
  • Use abbreviations and symbols to speed up your writing. Keep your system simple so you can quickly understand your notes. 


  • Word Tricks:
  • Ideas with the same first letter. Example: Products imported into the U.S.: cars, coffee, coconuts…
  • Alphabetical order. Example: Western States: Alaska, Arizona (I live here ayy), California…
  • Word hooks. The first letters of the Great Lakes spell HOMES: Huron, Orlando, Michigan, Erie, and Superior. 
  • Use creative phrases to memorize information. For example: to remember when when Columbus landed in the Americas, say: “In fourteen hundred ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue." 

Taking Tests:

  • Get plenty of rest the night before. 
  • Eat a healthy breakfast.
  • Listen to teacher instructions.
  • Read all instructions carefully.
  • Budget your time to answer all questions.
  • Answer easier questions first.
  • Mark questions you need to revisit.
  • Change answers only if you know they are incorrect.
  • Look for answers within the test. Sometimes one question will include the answer to another.
  • Guess if you don’t know.
  • Use all time allowed. Check over answers and re-read directions.

Hope this helps!

#Sweet Elite 30 days challenge

Day 2: Draw them in a casual outfit!

- Cato Newell - 19 - Departement of Fine Arts -

His style of clothing is rather comfortable and plain than anything else (Except for the shirt, which he owns in various patterns). In general he avoids bold prints and stays loyal to plain-coloured items of clothing.

T-Shirts and long trousers are always handy, so he wears them whenever he has got the opportunity to do so.

One thing will always stay with him sometimes even when he sleeps: His messenger bag, where he stores his notebook that he always keeps in reach when a sudden idea for his upcoming novel crosses his mind.

I hope you don’t mind the quick sketchiness of todays artwork^^

TalesFromThePharmacy: Blood pressure blunder

So the other day, I (tech) was working a 9-630 shift at my major drugstore chain when a patient comes in and requests to have her BP checked. This is a service we offer for free, but we ask that the patient fills out a form first. I print the form (which takes all of 30 seconds to fill out, very basic stuff), and hand it to her. She starts complaining that she ‘shouldn’t have to fill anything out’ and that it’s an 'invasion of her privacy’. I tell her as politely as possible that if she doesn’t like it, she can leave, and she decides to go ahead and fill it out, bitching about it all the while. She then asks that we use a manual cuff rather than an automatic one, which I relay to the pharmacist (who are generally the ones who take BP at our chain). Our pharmacist on duty was a floater, but a frequent flyer at our store. He’s an older man, and despite being an excellent pharmacist, has the hearing of a man in his late seventies. He makes it clear to me that his hearing sucks, even joking about it, and does his best to take it anyway. He comes back, saying he can’t hear though the stethoscope, and asks me if I know how to take BP manually. I do, and follow him into the consultation room to do it. All the while, she complains, asking how I know “how much to pump it”, “where to put the stethoscope” and a myriad of other questions. I answer them all, and take her pressure. 150/95. She says “THAT CANT BE RIGHT YOU DID IT WRONG. I SAW YOU. YOU ONLY PUMPED "THE THING” UP TO 155, HOW DO YOU KNOW IT ISNT HIGHER??!?“ I try to explain that I just need to listen for the Korotkoff sounds (try explaining that to an angry old woman), and take it again. 155/97, so basically the same other than her having gotten slightly more pissed. I go and tell the pharmacist that I did my best, but she’s not satisfied with my readings. He says "you did good, son. I’ll finish this fight for us” (goodguypharmacist.jpeg). He returns after fifteen minutes, during which we can hear her yelling at him from the other side of the wall between the pharmacy and the consultation room. I ask him what happened, and he said he finally got her to agree to using the auto cuff since he couldn’t hear through the stethoscope. I ask him what the machine said her pressure was. Guess what? 152/93 -___-;

Edit: spelling

By: day2day_bassist