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MUSINGS FROM MY MAMA.........

After stepping away from the circus today, I thought I would share a funny story that happened at lunch with my Mom, and a few friends. I can tell you that between all the laughing last week, and again today….I should have killers abs by summer!

Anyway, ya’ll know that I am from the south, and my Mother is a very southern mother. She really frowns upon swearing, and side-eyes me ( even at 54!), when I use disparaging words like idiot, which I use quite often. I asked her once what she calls these people and without batting an eyelash said “Dear…those people are misguided and a little dim-witted and cannot help it. It really is sad to be in that condition”. Southern smackdown at its finest!!

Two of my best friends joined us ( they are OL & SC fans, and are very into TW and IG), and we started talking about the show. My mother does not watch OL because she refuses to pay for a cable channel! Anyway, I told them about the new GF, and they were all WTF…complete with Mom’s side-eye! One pulled up the latest pics on the trusty I-Phone, and let’s just say they called BS immediately. One then proceeded to pull up the T2 pics and said “didn’t they just go to this?….to which I replied yes. Enter Mom…stage left.

She said, and I quote about Sam and Cait…."They are a lovely couple, and seem very much in love, even though her dress was a little tight ”….sigh. We then showed her the Piaget event, to which she frowned and said “Bless her heart…she is trying really hard isn’t she? To which we replied what do you mean, and Mama said…"Well, it looks like she is trying to get his attention by wearing that horrible outfit ( of course, she was appalled that it was white since we haven’t passed Easter yet), and said ” that man was nice enough to take a picture with her, now he needs to find that pretty wife and go home".

When I told her that it looks like he may be now dating her, my Mama did not miss a beat. She frowned at us, picked up her iced tea and said…“Well…he is an idiot”.

Here’s to the wonderful wisdom of my sweet Mama, who just proved that even people who are not on the ship, or even average fans see what we see! Ship on sweet shipsters! 🙇😍❤

My Mind Is My Folly

Prompt:  Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,721 (I got carried away…)

A/N: I am still debating on whether I should take a break from writing or if I should join the write-a-thon… I already have the ideas for some of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I have time to write and edit them. We’ll see! Sometimes if I am inspired enough, I can write a story in an hour or so. Anyways, I would like to thank @how-could-i-do-this ,@iwrotemywayto-revolution , and @imaginebeinghamiltrash . Thank you for being my soundboard, giving me encouragement to write, and editing. I was so close to scrapping the fic. I love you all and thanks for telling me that my writing isn’t as awful as I think it is.


You didn’t even have to stop pretending to read your book to know that he was here.

Every day for the last week, he would appear exactly at 7:30 A.M., ten minutes before his bus would arrive. He’d slide into the opposite end of the bench, coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. Then he’d sip his coffee and stare off into space, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he waited. Sometimes he’d come with a worn leather-bound notebook in hand or headphones in his ears; those were the days where the leg bouncing was the most intense.

Your weird fascination with him started the second you saw him. You’d been riding the bus for years now – partly because you were one of the few people that liked public transportation, but mostly because you found the inspiration to write when you rode the bus – and it was rare to see someone on this side, the “upper side” of New York City, use the bus. You were usually the only person at the stop, so naturally, your interest was piqued when he appeared.

He was a mess.

His hair was tangled, eyes puffy from the lack of sleep, and clothes wrinkled as if he slept in them. It was… not cute. He simply sat on the other end of the bench, not sparing you a glance, not asking if the seat was taken, and not even attempting to make small talk. He was so odd; you’d never met someone that was so out of touch with their environment.

But as the week unfolded and you noticed his little quirks, such as the leg bouncing and how he would pull at the ends of his hair when he wrote in his notebook, you began to look forward to seeing him, even if it was only for ten minutes until his bus came. He was interesting to observe.

You flipped a page and let out a noise of interest, pretending to have read something intriguing while you focused on him. Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

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After hearing about it for a while, I’ve recently started a morning ritual that has already improved my productivity and focus. Initially it sounded like it would take up way too much of my time, but now I’m a total morning pages convert. 

what they are

Here’s the basic idea: every morning you take out three pages of paper and free write (by hand! no word docs allowed) whatever comes to your mind. There are no rules about what you write, as long as you write three pages of something

why they help

The reason behind morning pages is that once you have everything down on paper, you can free up some headspace to do other things. It’s also a nice way to pinpoint why you’re feeling anxious, or if something has been on your subconscious. And let me tell you, it works. I’ve found that I easily make up for the time it takes to do them (about 20 minutes) in the time that I would normally be distracted. 

how to make them count

Free writing can be difficult to get the hang of. We often feel confined by rules and grammar, so throwing them all out the window feels wrong. Remember that these pages are for your eyes only, they won’t be graded so don’t worry about spelling something wrong or even making them legible to anyone else. My pages are often full of abbreviations and are written in handwriting no one could ever dream of reading. And that is a-okay, because they don’t have to be pretty or thoughtful, they just have to be done. I write whatever comes to mind and just let my thoughts flow. One thing will remind you of the next until you have three full pages in no time. 

So what if you don’t know where to start? Just write down everything you have to do today. Write down anything you’re worried about in the future. Write down anything you’d like to do someday. You’ll soon find something that you didn’t even know was bothering you. 

I don’t expect to read them again anytime soon, but it may be cool to see in a bit how everything I worried about worked out, so I’m hanging onto them for now. If recycling them is more your speed, that’s cool too. Just don’t be tempted to type them up! If you’re writing on a computer you can go back and change things and will be more tempted to make them perfect. That’s exactly what you want to avoid. Hand writing them will keep them from being perfect so that they can be good

Try it out for a couple days and let me know if it helps. I know that I’ve already seen a hug difference!

I’d be such a cute & fun girlfriend tbh. Like I’d be posting stuff about you all the time. We would go on adventures together. In the car I’ll dedicate songs to you and sing my heart out for you. I could stay in and watch movies with you all night and just cuddle. But if you want to go out and have some fun? I’ll go out with you. Go on breakfast dates. Have late night parked car conversations. I’ll be your number one supporter/fan. Your best friend. Care for you unconditionally.

Idiot, Whore, Liar

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Request: None.

Summary: Scandal!AU: You work through your own issues while trying to fix someone else’s.

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, political assholes.

A/N: This is the first fic for the Hamwriters write-a-thon, the theme for day one is an AU. I love this show, so I thought it would be fun!

Tagged: @pearltheartist

Word Count: 3071

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Hopeless Hearts

jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.

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Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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elizahamiltonwasahufflepuff  asked:

Seriously has the phrase "excuse me" dropped out of the English language? There are better ways of getting my attention than asking "where are the eggs" or even worse simply saying "eggs". Yes I'm here to serve you but at least try to treat me like the human being I am! You'll get a lot further with retail workers by being nice to them, trust me.

“Excuse me” is not just polite, but it gains attention. If you just blurt out your question to someone they are likely to miss half of it then have you repeat it. Not that hard a concept and would save everyone trouble. It’s worse when people just say the word of the item they are looking for instead of a full sentence since you’ll miss 100% of that if you’re not paying attention enough to realize someone is there “asking you a question”. -Abby

When Fate Intervened

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Note: Day one of the hamwriters write-a-thon! This is actually not the fic I have had written for this day for like a week and a half. No I wrote this last night and this morning because this was a better idea than my other one. Also I’m posting this now because in my time zone at least it’s the right day for this so here we go, enjoy!

AU: Soulmate AU

Warnings: nothing? 

Word Count: 1,700

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox

Originally posted by hamiltonmemes

A world without color has never particularly bothered you. Sure it would be nice to see colors the way your sister can, but really it’s never been a big thing. You watched all through high school and college as the people around you desperately tried to find the person they were destined to be with but you never really tried to look for them. You’ve always believed that when it’s time to meet your soulmate, fate will be there to make sure it happens.

“Y/N… did you know that when you reach 26 your chances of meeting your soulmate drop dramatically?” Your sister asks as you pull your gloves and scarf on in preparation for the cold winter morning air you know is waiting for you outside.

“That is bullshit. People in their 60’s meet their soulmates all the time. Not everyone get’s to meet them in the first grade like you” you grumble.

Your sister has always been like this, she’s younger than you by three years and likes to bother you about meeting your soulmate at every chance she get’s. Why you ever thought it was a good idea to live with her and her soulmate you have no idea.

“Goodbye” you call out, not bothering to turn around to face her as you grab your bag and make your way out of the apartment.

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Your existence still bends like a question mark to me. Sometimes the way my heart speaks in silence is more real than the words that leave my mouth. Sometimes the way you would hold me was more real than anything else and most of times you disappear making me doubt into the warmth of the sun and the tears of the clouds. I still don’t know if you were really here at all or just I had the privilege to touch the heaven a little but earlier just to have a taste.
—  k.m
Nothing At Stake - 6

[A/N: Okay I promised smut and I lied, but the next chapter is half written and that does have smut and you can expect it in a couple of hours! I hope you like the kind of direction this is heading in, I’m not 100% where it’s going to end up but I’ve got some of it mapped out and I feel like this could be a bit of a lengthy fic?

Also at the bottom of this fic I have tagged a few people who I recognise consistently like and reblog my fics so I hope you don’t mind and if you would like to be added to the tags or removed than you are more than welcome to say! Hope those who have been tagged don’t mind!]

Word Count: 1321

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anonymous asked:

Hi Lauren, I'm tired and done, but I have a general question. Do you really show such a behaviour like they (all 4) do now when you're together with your costar? I don't mean that kind of love and bond SC have. Would they go so far for privacy (this word sticks in my throat). They're not just the waitress and the postman of your neighbourhood. They're celebs, all over SM, mags etc. Would you accept this charade if your SO was involved. I'd say to my SO that it's enough now.

In my opinion, no. I don’t expect these pictures to wind up in magazines (Sam is D list, she isn’t on the list, and Cait doesn’t even make major magazines for big award shows she’s nominated for) - the big guns (super A list) is out this weekend because it’s the biggest weekend in Hollywood. They’ll just make their way across social media and maybe a few of the gossip websites.

I know this will be unpopular and not shared by many, but this is all feeling like a game of manipulation gone terribly astray. I’m sitting here questioning the integrity of a charity. I have no idea how we have gone from the last six weeks to the last week, but we have and it is what it is. I think it’s very unfortunate that they decided to do this before ECCC. I know a lot of people who are going who now feel used and don’t want any part of it, but they’ve already spent hundreds of dollars to go.

At the end of the day, it’s all about money, right? Either way you look at it, regardless of what the truth is… it all comes down to making money. Who cares who is bulldozed in the process?

anonymous asked:

wait how did he react? I thought he was like oh no guy deserves Alex so it would have to be you

he said “no man on earth is good enough for alex danvers so it’d have to be someone like you.”

1) it grossly implies that alex being a lesbian has anything to do with men at all
2) i can’t even express in words how uncomfortable i am with his use of “someone like you”

In the dark room
there is rain on the window
like pebbles thrown against glass
lightning blinks under the shade
bright yellow stabs of light
I wait for sleep
held back by thoughts of you
how lonely
sometimes we both are
I worry
over the comfort I cannot give
think
if you were here
how I would fold you into me
and half your burdens
it seems sometimes
they are shared
merely by wishing
we meet in between
all the space we have
bright place
built on words
I would make this breath real
kiss it into being

snommelp  asked:

Apologies, I don't want to sound like I'm correcting you on your own personal experience, but reading your response to that "just fat people" bullshit blog, there was something that struck me as dissonant. You said (forgive me for not having the exact words) that you were at one point at a healthy weight, by vomiting constantly. I would think that, by definition, it couldn't be a healthy weight if you had to get sick to reach it. "Healthy," maybe, but "healthy" ain't always healthy, y'know?

You’re right, I should say “considered a healthy weight” since no one cared I was vomiting all day as long as I could fit into a size 10.

anonymous asked:

I vote Raoul and Christine be super happy together and Jammes becomes TC's platonic wifey in a few years. *rows alone in my Jammik canoe*

Ahh yes to Raoul and Christine being happy for sure! But ehhh, I’m glad you included the word “platonic” there, anon because I gotta be honest, the “wifey” concept for Little Jammes makes me a lil’ uncomfy. He’s like 50 years older than her hafjhkasjd

Can they just be friends? Tea time buddies? He can be her unofficial grandpa of the opera or something. 

Project Report Subject Number 498. Codename "Smokes".

Status: Deceased

Epithet: Carcinogenic

Eye color: His pupils were white while the sclera was a pale grey. When allowed, Subject wore sunglasses to hide this, apparently being self conscious over how they looked.

Body Age: 24 ½ years.

Hair color of choice: Dyed blonde.

Favorite allowed testing item: His pack of cigarettes.

Number Tattoo Placement: Along the side of his left bicep

General Overview:

#497 (further referred to as “Smokes” so as to distinguish between other Subjects) was cloned from the Professor’s DNA Two Months and One Week from the date this report is filed. Smokes grew in the aging chamber for approximately seventeen hours before the twitch signaling the activation of his Epithet was noted. Upon waking up and going through standard first day procedures the following height, weight, and special attributes were recorded:

•67 Inches

•167 pounds

•Smelled heavily of cigarette smoke despite no researcher smoking within that district. Seemed to have some sort of lung problem as was noted by physical capacity tests. Researchers interacting with Smokes had an increased urge to smoke by 47%, including those who had never smoked before.

Exposure to other Subjects was positive, a particularly good mutual liking with #497. #497 grew close during Smokes’s time in the program and was devastated when he passed.

His Epithet “Carcinogenic” quickly caused him to develop terminal lung cancer despite the resources the Project had to treat him.

During the time before he became to sick to operate this was the compiled results of his combative abilities:

•Could take a long drag from his cigarette and then exhale a cloud of smoke with a diameter of 15(including the area he was in) feet across in all directions. The anomalous nature of the smoke renders it impossible to see through unless the viewer is a heavy smoker themselves.

•While being subjected to ranged combat he could dissipate into smoke and reform at a spot of his choice within range.

•Could take all the ashes from his ash tray and temporarily make a golem out of them. Golem was not particularly stable nor strong and ended up falling apart after minimal effort. 

•If he breathed his smoke into someone’s face they would break into an extremely terrible, and to an extent painful, fit of coughing.

Splatoon Fanzine?

I’m thinking of starting a fanzine for Splatoon like some other squid blogs have done lately… I have some ideas like making your own Love Live UR cards or something music related but I have no idea if anyone would participate… So if you like the idea(s) can you heart this post? If you really want this then reblog to get the word out..~ If this gets enough I’ll open up submissions for the fanzine. If not many people are interested then I won’t… Thank you :“)!!

anonymous asked:

actually chris said that it wasnt him running that kai twitter acc

Oh I know exactly what Chris said, but it was the way he said it!

When I saw this tweet, my first thought was: That literally sounds like something Kai would say! Like, I’m picturing:

Damon: Did you blow up that building?!
Kai: Nooooo of course not! Wish I could take credit though, whoever did it was super clever!!
Caroline: *looks at the camera like she’s on The Office*

Next up is the selfies, now maybe these were posted somewhere else first and I just missed it, but “Kai” had access to the actual photos taken on set - these weren’t just screencapped from the episode.

Now Chris also posted this photo later at 6:18pm the same day, with the caption “No comment.”

And finally, “Kai” tweeted about Chris encouraging people to follow him:

AND CHRIS REPLIED 1 SINGLE MINUTE LATER. Y’know, 1 minute, approximately the time it takes to log out of one twitter account and into another.

And again, the way he says this just feels like a joke to me! He seriously doesn’t run it guys, don’t trust anything he says… *wink wink*

Only Us (Part Nine)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1791

Warning(s): Swearing

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. ALSO I’M SO SORRY

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8


Sobs racked through me as I sat on my bed tissues surrounding me. My mind went though all the things that I had told him. My parents, my job, all of my feelings for Peter—or him. Tears ran down my face. How could he do that? A knock came at the window and I looked toward it seeing Peter outside in his spiderman suit.

“Y/N please.” He begged. I stood up walking toward the window. “Just listen to me—” I reached up drawing the blinds over them. “Y/N…” I heard him trail off. More sobs racked through me as I dropped on my pillow. More knocks came from the window. I swallowed leaning over starting my stereo butting on “Fuck you” by Cee Lo Green. I turned it loud, louder than normal. I closed my eyes as I continued to cry feeling sick. There was yelling outside my room and a pounding came from my door.

“What?!” I yelled.

“Where the fuck is my money Y/N.” My mom yelled.

“I don’t have any of your money!” I yelled back.

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                                                     Partition

A/N: Takes place two years before the events in ‘Crash Course’, so you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on.  I tried to interlace some plot points revealed in CC and it’s sequel, Infinite, but again, you don’t have to read them to understand what’s going on.

Song: ‘Partition’ by Queen B

Pairing: Rucas with brief mentions of J/M and F/S

Rated: M

Word Count: 14,221 (I still don’t know HOW it ended up this long)

Totally dedicating this one to @jenn0bi bc without her calling me out on not using this song (after I promised), this would never have been written. I *really* hope you like it, Jenn. <3


Maya groaned as she cradled her phone between her ear and her shoulder.  She hated it when he made sense.  The most annoying part of it was that her boyfriend always made sense—especially when it came to the subject of his niece.  “It’s been two years,” she reasoned as she reached for her concealer.

“Yeah, but we both know that she’s different now.  She’s not the same person she was in high school.  She’s not the same person she was since they broke up.”

Maya cringed.  She hated it when he used her words against her.  “But it’s Farkle’s birthday.”

“I know.  And I know she’ll be there and try to not let it affect her, but Maya, we still don’t know the whole story.  We don’t know who broke up with who.”

“There are going to be a ton of people there,” she reasoned.  “Maybe they won’t even cross paths?  Maybe she’s doing better than we think she is?  Maybe…maybe she is over it?”  She looked down at the counter as she quickly debated on which eye shadow to use.  “She has been dating around…and has gone on like four dates with this new guy.”

Josh frowned.  “Really?  Who is he?”

She frowned.  Nothing she had was going to work with her dress.  “Uhhh…Caleb, I think?  I only met him once.”

“Is he coming tonight?”

She sighed.  The good thing about living with her best friend was that she was welcome to borrow her things—including her makeup.  “I think so.  He’s friends with Farkle too.  That’s how she met him.”

“Then maybe we only need to worry about Lucas?”

Maya scoffed.  “You can worry about Lucas.”

“Come on, Maya.  I know you still talk to him.”

“Maybe I do, but when it comes to break ups, us girls have to stick together.”

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