#((I am heckin /tired/ so I’m off to bed!!))

[brotasticbroast]

===> Broderick, go to the coords given and knock.

[damienthepious]

i am so tired. arum is also tired. this is either projection or just me being really strategic in my writing.

in the keep of this rainy morning

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Lord Arum, Sir Damien, Rilla

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Established Relationship,

Summary: Arum takes a day off. His mind does not give him a choice in the matter.

Notes: I was going to try to get the last chapter of Still Need Your Teeth etc ready to post today, but... aughg. Honestly that deserves more attention and care than i could possibly provide right now. So, this little idea I've had banging around in my head for a long heckin time, instead. Technically, this is in the same universe as the Things Will Be Better series, it follows up on some threads directly pulled from there, with regard to Arum's depression (& i might, maybe, change my mind and just stick it into that series as a follow up, i don't know). And, frankly, I'm Feeling this vibe today. i am overworked. Title from the poem Rain by Raymond Carver. It's a good poem. You should read it.

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Before, Arum would have forced himself to rise on a day such as this, despite the drizzle, despite the heaviness of his limbs, despite the quiet grey fogging his mind. He would have forced himself upright to his workshop, bent himself (poorly) to his craft, suffered the ache in his chest and his throat out of stubbornness, self-loathing, pride-

Damien rises with the dawn, as he always does, but when Arum grumbles and rolls onto his side, grimacing against the grey of the morning, the poet only smiles. He leans closer, just for long enough to leave Arum with the lingering warmth of a kiss on his brow.

"I'll bring in a meal for you in a while, dear lily, if you feel that this is a listless sort of day," he murmurs, quiet and close enough for his breath to ghost across Arum's scales. He shivers in response, though he can't seem to find any words. He manages a nod, a gentle growl, and Damien laughs lightly as he kisses Arum's brow again.

He should rise, he knows. He should.

(rain hisses gently down, out the balcony, and the sky stays grey as smoke, grey as Arum's mind feels)

He does not notice Amaryllis joining him until her weight shifts the bed, and then her sighing warmth drapes across his body, arms circling him and her nose pressed against his neck. He hums, still wordless, her body the only point of color in the smallness of his current world, the Universe of this room, this bed. All surrounds in ash grey, but Amaryllis glows an ember-orange spark against his side, the late delivery of a sunrise the morning failed to provide, Damien the songbird that flittered away to find her.

He curls his arms around her, nudging whispers into her hair, scenting apricot and thyme accentuated by the sharpness of rain as he squeezes a breath of laughter out of her, gusted against his scales.

"Lazy day?" she murmurs, close and calm and quiet, and Arum thinks for a moment, sighs, and nods. "I stayed up too late experimenting," she admits, and he feels her lips curl into a smile when he growls in response. "Mind if I rest with you, then?"

He tightens his grip in response.

"Good," she whispers, tucking herself close to his side, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. "Damien said he'd come check in a couple hours. Maybe you'll feel better after a nap, anyway."

Her warmth radiates into his scales more and more with each moment, true relaxation rather than the heaviness of the grey, and he does not think he could open his eyes again if he tried, just now. He sighs, and he nods again, and he presses his fingertips into the small of her back, into her shoulderblades, wishes he could make the words come, it would be so easy with the way his snout is pressed close to hear ear to just say-

"Love you too, sweetheart," she whispers, and Arum's throat tightens with the size of it, the steadiness, a beacon in the fog. He swallows, and he knows that she understands when he purrs wordless against her jaw.

She hums, and he can feel her body relaxing, too, can feel the approach of her unconsciousness even as she kisses clumsily at his throat.

"Back to sleep. Day'll wait. We'll kick it's ass when we're ready."

He-

Laughs, breathy and weak but honest, and he can feel her smile against his neck as he readjusts his grip, settling them more comfortably against the pillows, eager to see Amaryllis proven right.

The day will wait, he thinks, and then he slips back into sleep in her arms.

[tammyshehole]

helping steve after a bad fight headcanons

Requested: nope, sorry !

A/N: i literally have tons of requests right now but they're all harry potter and i'm honestly not in the mood for harry potter ngl (which is never the case). so instead of writing my requests like a decent person, i'm just gonna write some outsiders stuff because all i can think about lately is steve randle 🤷‍♀️ sooo once again, i'm super sorry but hopefully you guys like this ! (update: i'm not super proud of this so don't hurt me if it's bad😂)

Pairing(s): steve randle x reader

Character(s): steve randle, reader, sodapop curtis, mentions of ponyboy, johnny, dally, and darry

Warnings: angst and fluff if you squint, crying (is that worthy of a warning ??), slight mentions of death (barely), i think like one curse word

Word Count: a heckin lot of bullets, sorry

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UNEDITED

you were watching whatever cartoon was on and having a jolly ol' time when someone started knocking on your door

rAtHeR aGgReSiVeLy might i add

you were about to get real fiesty w the person behind the door bc it's too late for this bullshit

turns out the person was sodapop who was practically carrying a rather beaten up steve

of course you panic and help soda set steve down in the closest chair

soda would've stayed with you and steve if he didn't have a barely conscious dally in the back seat of darry's ford

as soon as soda left you ran over to steve

he had a cut on his neck and stomach, a broken nose, a busted lip and eyebrow, a black eye, and bruises all over his chest

you almost started crying right then and there but held yourself together and focused on cleaning up his face

he could tell you were tearing up and tried to lighten the mood by telling you about how him and dally almost beat up a whole group of socs all on their own

that made it worse

"darlin' please don't cry"

"i'm tired of it, steve, i don't wanna see you like this. it's one thing when you're gettin' in fights in order to protect pony or johnny but when you get all cocky and decide you can take on groups of guys twice your size it's a whole other story"

"well i made it out alive didn't i ?"

"barely ! i'm not stupid steve, i know if soda wouldn't of made it on time you'd be dead. don't act like that cut there on your neck ain't from a blade to your throat cause i know it is"

he was silent after that

and you were practically sobbing

it wasn't a pretty sight but you couldn't help thinking that one day you were gonna get a call from soda saying steve's gone for good

eventually between the tears and yelling you managed to clean most the blood and dirt off his face

for the millionth time, you had to pop steve's nose back in place after a fight

he was used to it by now but you may have accidentally been a little more aggressive than needed

you were upset oh well he can deal with it

after he was clean and bandaged up (for the most part) he was apologizing nonstop

"i'm sorry darlin'"

"i know you are"

"like really really sorry"

"yep, i heard you the first 8 times"

"no baby i mean it i-"

"ok steve honey shut your pie hole before i break your nose again"

you made him take a shower

he insisted on you taking it with him bc he needs more attention and has a weird thing where he loves other people washing his hair

you don't wanna give in but also don't trust him to be alone

eventually you're in the shower too

he won't full out admit it but he loVES being babied by you

you're starting to think that's the reason he even gets in fights

he doesn't wanna go to bed bc he wants to tell you about how great the fight was now that you've calmed down

but you eventually get him to suck it up and go to bed

he insists on cuddling but everytime he hugs you or pulls you close he somehow hits a bruise and dramatic wailing ensues

after he's chilled out, he gets a tad more serious

"i know i've said it a lot but i really am sorry. i'll be more careful, i swear. i love you."

"thanks, stevie. i love you too"

"i mean honestly i aught to, i have no idea what you would do without me. i can't even imagine!"

yup, there's the steve randle you know

[ice-cream-beat]

Title: Calling

Author: マサラ Circle: うたかた日和。

Series: Tales of Zestiria Main characters: Sorey, Alisha, Mikleo, Rose, Edna Ships: Sorey/Alisha; Mikleo/Alisha; Mikleo/Edna (these are the author’s listed ships, but they’re all super light and can be taken platonically)

Content rating: G Warnings: None Pages: 36 Ease of reading: you don't even need to read | super easy | know some grammar first | tricky | advanced | this was really heckin hard

Summary:

This one’s actually made up of five short stories! Separated by ships, basically, so I’ll also break up the summary accordingly.

Story #1: Calling

This is set right after Alisha first becomes Sorey’s Squire, as she finds herself too tired to sleep after all the excitement that’s happened. She gets up for a drink of water, reflecting on how eerily quiet the inn is, when she’s suddenly grabbed from behind and screams.

Skip ahead a couple minutes and Sorey’s laughing at having spooked her, but he quickly apologizes when she acts miffed and admits he didn’t think he’d scare her that badly. Alisha, being Alisha, feels ashamed as a knight for scaring so easily and admits as much, but Sorey admits that he likes seeing a different side of her--a side that’s more relaxed, a “normal girl” instead of the Dignified Princess behavior he’s used to. She gets a bit flustered and starts to say that she’s concerned about her dignity as a knight, but Sorey interrupts and tells her “It’s not about dignity--because I know that who you are as a knight and princess has no bearing on the Alisha I want to know as a normal girl.”

She’s surprised at being thought of as a “normal girl.” Sorey suggests that, even if it’s just in front of himself and the others, she might enjoy letting her guard down more often. He mentions that he previously had a similar serious mindset, and once said out loud that he needs “to act more like a Shepherd,” which only made Mikleo angry. Alisha’s amused by the thought since it’s easy to picture.

Sorey asks her what she thinks of Mikleo and Lailah, since she saw them for the first time today. She fawns over them quite a bit, saying they’re as beautiful as she imagined, like angels, just like the tales she heard as a child depicted them... She really goes on and on about it, lol. Even Sorey finally cuts her off (”That’s too much praise, Alisha”).

She asks if all seraphim are as lovely as those two, to which he says no and explains that Gramps is an old man. They start talking about Elysia and Alisha’s surprised to learn that there were a lot of seraphim whom she couldn’t see. As honored as she feels to have been to their village, she also feels guilty for disrespecting them with the way she “ignored” them at the time. Sorey assures her that his family took no offense, and then offers that they go there together again one day so she can meet them all properly, as his Squire.

“And this time, I can introduce you to Gramps!”

She says she’s afraid of being a nuisance, but he promises that he and Mikleo will vouch for her.

And then they promise to return together via another pinky-swear, right in my feels, thanks

Story #2: Dreaming Girl

Alisha confronts Sorey and admits that she’s been wanting to try on his Shepherd’s mantle just once. She apologizes for being so selfish, since it is his gift and all, but he of course agrees and tells her she can wear it as much as she wants. She’s excited and grateful and promises to clean it after she’s done, but he tells her not to worry about it.

She tries it on, asking if she looks like a Shepherd now, and he tells her she looks fantastic and that it suits her--but he also points out that it’s pretty baggy on her, and can’t help laughing at the way the back drags on the ground. When it makes her self-conscious, Sorey just points out that she’s small and dainty--which makes her more self-conscious, and she tries to argue that she does in fact have some muscle on her. Sorey humors her and asks to see, so she lets him feel her arms while the two of them sit on his bed (in an aside comment, he’s impressed by how toned her arms are lol).

Naturally, that’s right when Mikleo walks in. He of course gets the wrong idea and starts yelling at Sorey, Alisha tries to explain that this was all her fault, and Sorey finally realizes what he’s implying and everyone’s just yelling and embarrassed.

"You’ve got it wrong, Mikleo!”

Story #3: Show some more!

Mikleo and Alisha are in a library, wondering when Sorey and the others will return from shopping, when she catches a glimpse of his circlet through his bangs. He explains that he’s always worn it since he was little, and when she asks if it’s a memento, he admits he doesn’t know since Gramps never told him anything about it. He just knows it’s important, so he always keeps it close. Alisha likens it to her armor, and they both agree they would like to know the truth one day.

She wonders why he always hides it behind his bangs, especially since it’s so pretty, and Mikleo admits that, as a guy, he thinks he’d be laughed at for wearing something girly. (whispers also his blush is the cutest thing)

“Important or not, you don’t think I’d be laughed at for wearing something made for a woman?”

Alisha decides to try and cheer him up by asking to see it, but he refuses, and they go back and forth a bit until she finally pushes his hair back herself to look at it. There’s an awkward pause as they both blush now, with Alisha realizing how much she’s encroached on his personal space--although he’s puzzled as to why she’s embarrassed.

Story #4: 3:00 snack for you

Edna pokes Mikleo and tells him to go make her some snacks since he’s not doing anything else.

“That’s not how you use an umbrella!”

He yells at her for half a page, ultimately telling her to go make it herself, but she says it’s too much trouble and that her cooking efforts aren’t super great, anyway. That surprises Mikleo, who points out that she just admitted in a rather roundabout way that his cooking is good--which annoys her, and she barks at him not to keep a lady waiting. He gives in, but not before sarcastically addressing her in an obnoxiously formal manner, which gets him smacked again.

Cut to later and he sets a dessert in front of her. She’s surprised that he can make something other than ice cream (he tells her it’s bad to have cold snacks all the time) and that it’s marron glacé. Mikleo awkwardly explains that he figured he should make her favorite dish to be sure she would actually eat it. Edna admits that it was a (surprisingly) clever idea and tries it--and tells him that even though he has a ways to go before he can compare with Eizen’s cooking, it’s still really good.

Mikleo: “As honest as ever, huh.” Edna: “Aren’t we both?”

Story #5: Wonder

Alisha bursts into Rose’s room and asks if she’s seen a notebook anywhere. Rose gets curious and wonders why she’s so distressed over it, and teases her by asking if there might be a picture of the person she likes in there. (Alisha’s hilarious response is just “Oh, be quiet! It’s nothing like that!”)

Alisha leaves and runs into Sorey, who happened to pick the book up earlier. Before Alisha can feel too relieved, Rose pops up and takes it from him, wondering again what’s inside it and admitting that she knows that Alisha’s been writing in it every night. After some curious-but-respectful prodding from Sorey, Alisha finally admits that she’s been keeping a diary of the party’s journey, and that she thought it would be embarrassing if someone read it.

But Sorey is excited and proudly shows her his Celestial Record, which he’s also been using as a diary on their journey.

“Here’s mine, too!”

Rose proposes that instead of Alisha writing about everyone else on her own, they all pitch in on the writing effort and eventually exchange diaries. She starts thinking of good titles that would sell (”A Record of the Lord Shepherd and His Party”), and Sorey points out that she’s going to make Mikleo mad again. (the “again” made me laugh, ngl)

This cheers Alisha up and she thanks them both, saying she’s looking forward to seeing everyone’s diary after the journey’s over. Rose teases her some more, saying she’ll want to sneak peeks at her diary from now on; when Sorey says that he will, too, Alisha objects and confuses him, while Rose seems to catch on to something she isn’t saying.

Impressions:

I love this art style!! It’s so clean and pretty and expressive! And looks better than some of the official artwork if I’m being totally honest, lol. The stories are super cute, and even though it’s SorAli focused, I really like the screentime that other characters/relationships get. The way each ship is kept pretty light so you can take them as either shippy or platonic is pretty neat, too.

The first story is adorable with Sorey being his usual supportive self, + yassss more Elysia family talk, even if it makes me sad for several reasons :C

The second story is so cute I could die. It’s just so wholesome and precious and happy and I love?? these two?? so much??? I would take a bullet for their relationship it’s so pure

I wish the Mikleo/Alisha one had been longer!! I do have what few MikAli doujinshi exist, sans the lone R18 one which appears to have been lost to time, so I can’t really complain BUT STILL Also I am 110% accepting the headcanon that he hides his circlet because he’s embarrassed by it. (first impressions: he wore it openly as a kid because he didn’t realize/care it was “girly,” and then cared as a teenager because Awkward Years, and then got over it after meeting Muse 👀 )

The Mikleo/Edna one is cute! I don’t actively ship it, but I can get behind it, albeit more so as an epilogue thing. (I do have a few doujinshi for them, since they’re more back-and-forth tsundere humor than real “romance,” which I can definitely appreciate.) Otherwise their grudging friendship is ridiculously cute and I love it.

Sorey and Alisha stood out the most in the fifth story, imo. (ngl I am really hard-pressed in finding accurate fan depictions of Rose; I’ve seen some good ones in gen-based and Rose/Dezel doujinshi, but in Sorey/Alisha and even the few Sorey/Rose ones I’ve come across, she tends to be... ehhhnotsogood.) It was still a cute three-way friendship to show off, though! gimme those double Squire AUs pls

[cosmosogler]

my first day of work was today!! i got basically no sleep last night. i had some dreams about being late for work, surprise surprise. 

oh god it’s gonna be miserable to wake up before 7 every morning though.

it went ok! lots of technical difficulties, and i ended up taking 0 breaks. even my lunch hour was a lunch 40 minutes, and most of it was taken up with my boss talking about the job process. my cough also got dramatically worse... i can’t tell if it was the lack of sleep or the fact that the building is HECKIN cold. but i am very tired and very worn out, and i realize that i am going to have to go outside for a few minutes every hour just to rest my eyes if nothing else. i haven’t been looking into the distance enough and it’s making everything far away look super flat and weird again. maybe i’ll go for a bike ride on sunday if the weather’s not awful.

i did do a pokego raid and i caught a perfect iv houndour, that i immediately proceeded to name Turbo Eve in her honor. though when i use houndoom in the games i always name it eve. i miss my goblin hellhound. and her weird floppy ears. 

thinking about it still gets me real emotional REAL fast so i’ll have to move on. 

i need to take arthur in to the vet sometime next week. not sure how i’m going to cram that in... they open at 7:30 am and that will help with missing less work time. i’ll have to call tomorrow right before i take off for the office. 

oh look, it’s 10 pm, time for bed... i did at least finish 3 panels of comic today. and tomorrow is creative writing club, so i’ll have some time to work on a digital bit or writing too. yeah, i can drag my laptop along again, and then bring it to club and work during our free hour. i think that would work really well. it’ll give me a short rest before i draw all saturday afternoon. 

[hoeiplier]

Im sorry to bust in and interrupt but I heckin loved that last post with a shy virgin! King :3c I just like seeing that in guys, being so shy and nervous... So easy to dom 💓💓

GOD UR SO RIGHT ANON also sorry had to write the best ship for this

King being a virgin is a well known fact around the egos. Almost a competition between them. Who can be the first to make King cum? Who can be the first to pull that pretty royal face down on their cock? Who can be the first to rip King’s clothes off and cum deep inside his ass as he cries out for more?

Well – it wasn’t a surprise when Yan was the first to do it. Between her murderous threats at anyone who looked at her Senpai, King, and keeping a watchful eye on him. Everyone backing off as soon as Yan lead him to her room to help “study”

“Erm, I’m not that smart in…math…or history…I’m – I’m pretty good in writing! If that’s okay, nothing fancy like your college classes must be–”

“You’re so cute when you ramble on, Senpai.” Yan sighed. Butterflies filling her belly as he caresses King’s soft cheek, rosy red and warm. His peanut butter beard gone for the day.

“I am? I…usually Google or Dark tell me it’s annoying, Doc and Silver try to…help me stop it? I mean, it’s not bad but I guess it can be tiring – like trying to get my point across is like trying to get me to stop eating PB and Js heh–”

“Shh, forget those dummies,” she giggles, her hand moving down his body. Resting on his inner thigh. Listening to his heartbeat pick up, big brown eyes looking up submissively at her. 

“O-Oh,” he gulps, “Yan? I, erm…” he blushes, “you look….really cute today, and I…I’m feeling weird, a good weird but still…it’s like, fluttering in my tummy and shivering down my spine…”

“That’s good, Senpai.” she kisses him gently. His head following like a stray dog, wanting more of her. Wanting to chase the feeling. Said feeling intensifying as she traced circles into his thigh.

“Wanna make it feel even better, Senpai?”

a dazed nod was all King gave. Blush heavy as he tugged her closer to his own body.

“Please, Yan…”

She smirked wickedly.

///

King’s loud moans mixed with Yan’s quiet murmurs. The bed creaking with each rise and drop Yan did on his hard cock. Riding him like it was her job, hips thrusting as she sat on the base of his throbbing cock. Her smile never leaving as she leaned forward to capture him in a deep kiss, swallowing his hurried moans.

“You feel so good inside me, Senpai.” she moans, moving his hair from his eyes, “you feel so hard just for me, Senpai, you feel so good. I just want to feel you like this forever and ever,” she rambles on, “do you want to fuck me? Do you want me and only me, Senpai?”

“Please – y-yes, Yan, please move!”

She smiles. Knowing he’s her Senpai forever now.

She bounces on his cock once more. Her inner muscles pulling him in deeper. The curve of her soft ass hitting the softness of his thighs. Her own panties holding on by the thickness of her thigh as she rode him.

Her own cock dribbled pre cum against his flat tummy. The mere sight of her Senpai under him was enough to make her cum – yet she held on for him.

“Who do you belong to, Senpai? Who’s…” Yan panted, “Who’s your mistress?”

“Y-You, please…please go faster mistress –” he groans, “I’m all yours, please! Please, Miss!”

Miss…

Hmm, she could get use to that. Especially coming from such a  flustered submissive mess like her Senpai was.

[borrowedbackpack]

Nepalin’

Namaste from Kathmandu, Nepal, and welcome back to Borrowed Backpack. We are Borrowed Back-Back, if you will. Ha. Ha. Ha.

           So anyways, yup I decided to go to Nepal. I don’t really know why, since I don’t care about mountains or anything. But so far it seems nice. Also I’m probably as surprised to be here as you, my loyal followers, are surprised that I’m here. See, after my last trip, I was heckin broke. So I then I made some money. But then I went to uni and spent all my money. Just as I was resigning myself to a year of no international travel (how tragic), a generous old lady decided to give me a bunch of money for writing a couple paragraphs about how much I love managing natural resources. I think this money was intended to help finance my continued education in managing natural things, so of course I came to Nepal to do some experiential learning about mountains, yaks, stray doggos, sub-par water quality, and carbs. Lots and lots of carbs.

           We arrived last night (yup, we – Borrowed Backpack found a travel companion) at late o’clock after the longest combination of flights of my life (but a limited amount of those signature Borrowed Backpack 19 hour layovers, so that was nice). Ya’ll probably don’t care about my flight itinerary, but I’m going to discuss it anyways because it’s my blog and I think it’s interesting:

·      August 17th, 4:45am: Christopher’s mother drives us to YXE. I told her we could take an Uber, because 4:45 is a very early o’clock, but she insisted on driving us so she could say “one last goodbye” (she thinks we’re going to die on Everest. I’m not sure if she knows that we’re not actually climbing Everest. But that’s okay).

·      6:30am – YXE – YVR. Not much to say. I watched a documentary about Fyre Festival. It was good.

·      7:33 am (YVR time) – we arrive at YVR and eat French toast. I buy 6L of hand sanitizer.

·      10:30am: this is where shit gets real. We embark on a 13 hr and 20 minute Hell Flight* to Hong Kong. Christopher sleeps for 8/13 hrs. Anna sleeps for 15 minutes/13 hrs. I watched all of season 10 of Modern Family, Crazy Rich Asians (to get pumped for Hong Kong), Bohemian Rhapsody, and something about the making of Back to Black. Also I listened to a podcast about Not Complaining. Which I think helped.

·      ***this was not actually a hell flight. It would have been a Hell Flight on any other airline. I will exclusively be flying Cathay Pacific from here on. Around hour 7 I started to feel some moderate despair, mostly because my entire body was sore from canoeing a bunch of 8-10 year olds around all day the previous day (weird flex, I know). It was at this point that I realized that the free alcohol on the flight was, in fact, free, and not a Trick. This was a turning point – I went from “I am never flying again. If we ever reach Hong Kong, I will stay there and start a new life as a ground-dweller. I do not care” to “oh heck yes. I love being an adult. I am a Fancy Adult Traveller. Nothing hurts anymore and I roam the skies as I please.” And then they brought out gelato! What a time.

My sweet canoeing look. Oddly, a large part of my summer job was “canoeing instructor”. Which is terrifying, considering a came in with about 45 minutes of canoeing experience. Anyways, last week I was finally able to rescue a blowing away canoe full of children without assistance so hooray for personal growth.

·      August 18th, 2ish pm HK time: we finally land in Hong Kong. Flying into Hong Kong is very beautiful. Everything is lush and green. There are a lot of boats. Also I saw the beautiful rainbow sustainable social housing project. No one else on the plane cared L

·      Slightly after 2ish pm: HK customs. A wonderful time! I was greeted by the customs agent with a cheerful “Hey lady!” then when I handed over my passport he looked at it and said “almost it is your birthday! Have a very happy birthday!” AND THAT WAS IT. No questions. 10/10. Then we were free to roam the HK airport. Initially, I was very nervous about flying through HK due to the protest action earlier in the week. Fortunately, there was absolutely no sign of any sort of Situation by the time we arrived. We were greeted with many moon cake samples and more people toting around designer leather goods than I have ever seen in my entire life. Also a sign that just said “octopus”? idk. I was very sleepy and mildly grumpy at this point. Next we decided to look for food. As a person who does not eat meat, this proved to be extremely challenging. We walked 5,474 steps back and forth through the international terminal trying in vain to find something that didn’t have any belly, neck, or knuckles in it. Finally, we found vegetable miso ramen! Hooray! The quest was over. Except not. When I attempted to order this dish, the girl at the counter was like “okay, it has meat though. Is that okay?” and I was like actually not really but thanks. So then we walked and walked more and found the best noodles and seaweed ever and I was a Happy Traveller again. Then I slept on a bench for an hour because I felt the need to return to my Airport Hobo Roots.

My noodles! My seaweed! My weird (delicious) fried peanut cabbage stuff!

·      7:00pm – our flight (mostly empty) attempts to embark for Kathmandu. Unfortunately, it was extremely rainy by then so we had to wait on the tarmac for an hour-ish. I slept for most of this and also for most of the 4ish hour flight.

·      10pm (KTM time) – arrival in Nepal. I’ve heard a lot of horror stories about the Kathmandu airport, the visa process, and the general immigration system there so I was prepared for the worst. Luckily, I found this whole thing to be extremely quick and easy. My backpack (the NBF) came zooming off the carousel very quickly. Christopher’s took a long time so I left him to deal with that and stood off to the side to eat some spicy nuts I picked up from first class during the de-planing process because I am nothing if not a resourceful gal.

·      late o’clock, idk: we took a taxi to our hostel and a very nice person showed us to our room. I tried to pay him and he was like “oh no. You’re very tired. You can just pay when you feel like it.”

This morning we woke up after a restful sleep on the World’s Hardest Bed. I had a shower, which was a big step for me because I fear the water here like I fear being struck by lightning, being involved in a shipwreck, and geology 105. So far I am fine. Then we went for a long walk, during which we went to some temples, saw a picture of a guy’s baby, almost got suckered in to buying some art (it was very beautiful art, to be fair), unsuccessfully looked for a bank, got #blessed, met a lot of dogs, almost got hit by cars/motorbikes/rickshaws  x infinity,  got pretty lost, saw a lot of plant life, and ate some delicious (and cheap) food (this country is the light at the end of the non-vegetarian friendly tunnel that was the HK airport).

Overall First Impressions:

·      so hot. So humid. Not raining all day err day as advertised.

·      A little bit…filthy. But like I understand it’s a developing country and they just don’t have the infrastructure to deal with pollution/garbage, etc at the moment so that’s okay. If anyone knows of any reputable environmental/clean up Nepal type of charities please hit me up.

·      A lot less dusty than advertised. So that has been nice.

·      No tourists. Or at least no noticeable tourists. Our hostel is mostly empty at the moment, presumably due to the current monsoon season situation

·      Very beautiful! Very culturally rich and diverse! Very lovely people! And so many doggos!!

We at Borrowed Backpack love a good roof view.

[jaineym]

Promise

Prompt: You spend Christmas with Jimin, your boyfriend of ten months, and he gives you a rather meaningful present.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humour

Word Count: 1,152

You rang the doorbell to the large apartment, pulling the hem of your grey sweater down gently with one hand, a bag full of neatly wrapped Christmas presents in your other.

“Y/N!” Hoseok smiled, pulling you in for a hug, “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas Hobi,” you hugged the red haired boy back before he led you into the lounge room where the other six boys sat, looking as though they were about to exchange presents before you arrived.

“Y/n, I’m glad you came,”Jimin spoke, a bright smile gracing his features.

“Well, my family doesn’t live in Seoul and I didn’t have any plans for the holidays apart from being with you,” you spoke back to your boyfriend of ten months, walking over to sit next to him on the floor, giving him a kiss on the cheek before continuing, “Why wouldn’t I spend my Christmas with my friends and boyfriend?”

“Presents!” Jungkook pointed at the bag that was still in your hand, causing you to laugh as you took out the present you had bought for the maknae.

You handed out your presents for everyone, all of them opening them one by one. You and Jimin, as well as the other members, had promised to only get each other small presents because unlike them, you weren’t a well off idol. You watched them as they beamed once they had uncovered their gifts, thanking you as you smiled softly, saying that it was nothing.

Jimin unwrapped his present carefully, revealing a light blue sweater. Unfolding the garment to reveal the front the front that had a puppy dressed in a white bow tie with yellow spots on it.

“Merry Christmas!” you exclaimed as he smiled at the simple present.

“Thank you, y/n,” the blonde haired man hugged you, taking off his jacket and pulling the sweater over him, “It’s so cute, but how’d you know my size?”

“we’ve been dating for almost a year and I wear your clothes all the time,” you answer the question simply, causing Jimin to shrug his shoulders softly as he snakes his arm around your waist, holding onto your frame.

“I’ll go next,” Jungkook smiled, walking over to the large well-decorated Christmas tree in the corner of the room, taking seven presents from the large pile.

“My hyungs couldn’t wait until your arrival to open up their presents because they’re greedy, but I told them to leave one present each so that you’re not left out of the fun,” Jungkook explained to you, showing off his well known bunny smile.

“Excuse me, you little fucker,” Yoongi spoke, glaring at the younger boy as he sat back down with his presents, “You were the most eager out of everyone here to open your presents.”

“Language,” Namjoon warned the snow-white haired man.

“Korean,” Yoongi retorted, taking his present from Jungkook’s grasp without even glancing at the leader of the group.

You all opened your presents, yours revealing a pile of Jungkook merchandise. You laughed, picking up the signed poster of the young boy, looking around to see that everyone had the same gift.

“Seriously?” Namjoon sighed, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m gonna add this all to my Jungkook shrine!” Hoseok exclaimed, causing Jimin and Taehyung to laugh hysterically, everyone else laughing softly at his joke.

“Merry Christmas guys, I knew you’d love it!” the mischievous boy spoke sarcastically, yelping as Seokjin whacked him on the back of the head.

Taehyung went next, all of them deciding to give gifts from youngest to oldest. You opened your gift to find a beautiful grey and black scarf, smiling as you thanked the younger boy.

After everyone had opened their presents from Taehyung, Jimin handed out his presents for everyone, passing you a neatly wrapped small box. You unwrapped it eagerly, finding a gold ring with opal, an engraving saying ‘forever’ in cursive.

“Jimin,” you whisper, tears welling in your eyes as you stared intently at the beautiful ring.

“It’s a promise ring,” Jimin smiled softly, taking the ring to slide it on your ring finger, “I chose opal because it’s one of my birthstones, so you’ll always have something on you that makes you think of me.”

You looked at Jimin, his eyes glimmering with happiness as he studied your expression, smiling shyly as he held your hand in his, “Do you like it?”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you were at loss for words, just nodding. Jimin opened his arms wide and you basically jumped into his hold, situating yourself so that you were sitting between his legs as he back hugged you.

“Ah, young love,” Seokjin sighed, watching the interaction with a tinge of envy.

“It’s disgusting,” Jungkook spoke, pretending to vomit, causing Jimin to poke his tongue out at him.

*

Everyone continued exchanging presents, you having received a cooking book from Seokjin, a good quality pair of headphones from Yoongi, an action figure of your favourite movie character from Hoseok and a load of CD’s of your favourite artists from Namjoon: an intellect who listens to what you enjoy.

Once everyone was done Seokjin left to cook dinner, everyone else disbanding to their rooms, you going with Jimin to his. The two of you walked up the stairs and down the hall to his room, your hand in his.

Once you had entered the room, the two of you laid down comfortably on his large bed, looking up at the ceiling as a comfortable silence surrounded the area.

“So what does it mean?” you spoke, breaking the silence as you turned your head to face your boyfriend.

“Hm?” the older boy focused his gaze on you, and you showed him the promise ring he gave you, “Oh, the ring? It’s a promise that I’ll always be by your side to love you and hold you, no matter what; that we’ll get married and have a family together some day.”

“Why are you so sweet?” you asked the boy who shrugged shyly in response, his cheeks reddening slightly as he lowered his gaze to your hands, taking them in his.

“I love you so much y/n,” Jimin spoke as he played with your fingers, his eyes meeting yours again, “And I wanted to give you something to show you.”

“I love you too Jiminie,” you leaned in, pecking him on the lips before cuddling into his body, “You didn’t have to buy me a ring to show me that you love me, everything else that you do for me already is plenty enough. Thank you though, it’s probably the best present I’ve ever received.”

“Damn,” Jimin sighed, his arms wrapped tightly around your frame, “How am I supposed to top this present next year?”

You laughed tiredly, drifting off to sleep as Jimin’s fingers combed through your hair softly, Jimin doing the same soon after, the two of you napping together after an amazing afternoon.

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A/N: I feel like this was kinda shitty and short but I’m heckin’ tired and wanted to write a Jimin fic before Christmas but I don’t many free days until after :’))))

[forzalando]

Comfort ~ Remus Lupin

hello cutie pies! this request comes from the lovely @stxxphi! It was a joy to finally write about my bby Remus, I love him with my whole heart. I really, truly hope you like it Steph, you are heckin amazing! :)

Request: Hi Marissa!! 🙋🏻‍♀️ can i request a little something with Remus? Maybe aftercare after a bad full moon? Or even just a long day of studies? Anything ya got 😁 pls and thank you!

Pairing: Remus x Reader

Y/N: Your Name

Y/H/C: Your Hair Color

Warnings: kinda angsty, sad Remus :( 

Word Count: 1580

The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackled quietly as you sat on the couch waiting for Remus to return. You knew that tonight’s transformation was going to be the worst he’s had to endure in a while. He had been on edge all week; snapping at you and anyone else who tried to comfort him. He had left his homework in a pile on the desk in his dormitory, but you, James, and Sirius divided the work amongst yourselves and finished it for him. This had triggered Remus to scold the three of you; saying that he didn’t need any help and that if he had wanted to do his work he would have done it himself. He apologized profusely for his behavior and after that, he hardly spoke to you the rest of the week. He barely ate, and you swore you hadn’t seen him smile in days. You were so thankful that it was the weekend, and that Remus wouldn’t have to worry about anything but recovering for the next two days.

The sound of the portrait opening lifted you from your thoughts and you turned to see James, Sirius, and Peter helping a barely conscious Remus walk towards you. They placed him gently on the couch next to you, laying him down with his head in your lap, and Sirius gave you a look that you knew to be a look asking if you were alright.

“I’m fine, Sirius, you three head on up to bed. I’ve got him.”

“You’re a bloody angel, Y/N, Remus is so lucky to have you.” James muttered as the three boys trudged up the stairs to their beds.

If Remus’s eyes hadn’t been open, you would have sworn he was asleep. You reached into the bag that was sitting next to you, pulled out a warm cloth, and began to clean his face with it. You stopped for a moment when Remus’s tired voice broke the silence in the common room.

“I don’t deserve you.” He said as he looked into your eyes.

“Hm, I disagree. I think it’s me that doesn’t deserve you.”

Remus chuckled dryly as he rolled his eyes.

“You don’t mean that, Y/N. I’ve been horrid to you all week. I was shocked you were waiting here for me.”

“Nothing could keep me away from you, Remus. How many times do I have to tell you that you mean everything to me before you actually start to believe it?”

“I guess you’ll have to say it again because I still think you’re barking mad to be with a monster like me.”

“You’re not a monster, Remus. You’re a kind, smart, respectful, funny, beautiful man, and I love you with all of my heart.”

A ghost of a smile graced his tired face and remained there until you had finished cleaning the dirt from his lightly tanned skin. Your eyes scanned down his body and you were relieved to see that he had managed to come out relatively unscathed this month. He wasn’t bleeding anywhere besides a small cut on the bottom of his chin that you had paid extra attention to when cleaning his face.

Your hands made their way to his hair, and you softly massaged Remus’s scalp as he sighed in contentment. His eyes fluttered closed and you took this time to admire the beauty that was Remus John Lupin. His strong jaw, angled nose, and chiseled cheekbones were all sharp enough to create a dull throbbing in your chest. The thick, black lashes that surrounded his beautiful green eyes laid beautifully upon his cheeks. It was times like this that made you wonder why this young man, this faultless young man, couldn’t see the beauty in himself that you and anyone else could see perfectly.

Your admiring stopped when you saw a tear escape from his right eye. You quickly caught it with the pad of your thumb and wiped it gently from his face.

“Remus, are you alright?” You asked quietly as you cupped his cheek.

“I just don’t understand. You could have anyone, be with anyone, but you stay with me. What can I give you, Y/N? What DO I give you? All I do is hurt the people close to me, I mean, bloody hell I yelled at you and ignored you for doing my homework for me when I was too angry to do it myself. What kind of….”

You placed your hand gently over his mouth to silence him. Now, tears were escaping your eyes as well as his.

“I don’t want anyone but you, Remus. I stay with you because I love you. You give me more than anyone else ever could. You give me strength, you make me happy, and you make me feel loved. You have never hurt me. What hurts me, is that you don’t see how stupidly in love with you I am, you bloody idiot. For the love of Godric, I’ve looked at you and talked about you like you put the stars in the sky ever since I met you on the train in our first year.”

Remus laughed out loud when you spoke your last sentence.

“Sirius would get so mad because we were both too afraid to tell each other how we felt. Do you remember that transfiguration class in our fourth year when you were staring at me from the back of the class and he got up and left because he ‘couldn’t bear to see your googly eyes’?”

“You mean right after the herbology class that left James gagging because you couldn’t keep your googly eyes off of me the entire time?”

The two of you erupted into fits of laughter; you were clutching your sides and Remus had turned so that his face was hidden in your shirt. He sat up slowly and moved so that you were both laying on the couch; your body was sprawled on top of his with your head nestled in the crook of his neck. Apparently, it was now his turn to play with your hair.

“You know,” you hummed, “I’m supposed to be the one comforting you; not the other way around.”

“Making you happy is comforting to me. It makes me feel good, so just let me love you, okay darling?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Remus’s long, calloused fingers played with your Y/H/C hair for Merlin knows how long.

You felt his lips move close to your ear and he left a kiss on your temple before whispering for you to tell him a story.

“Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince named Remus John Lupin. He had beautiful green eyes that resembled the deep sea after a storm, and soft, brown hair that felt like cotton underneath your fingertips. He was the bravest, kindest, and most honest prince the great land of Hogwarts had ever known. His faithful knights, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail accompanied him on his many adventures. They slayed dragons, rescued damsels in distress, fed the poor, rebuilt villages after attacks from enemy armies, and got into loads of trouble around Remus’s castle for pranking the kitchen staff…”

As you continued whispering to Remus the story of the handsome prince, you felt his grip on you loosen and his breathing become slower. You knew that he had fallen asleep, so you closed your eyes, snuggled into his embrace, and soon found sleep overtaking you as well in the strong arms of your lover.

The two of you slept soundly for the next few hours, only to be startled awake by the sound of your friends gagging and giggling.

“Bloody hell, Prongs, maybe we should have cherished the time when they weren’t together. They’re always snogging and cuddling and now the first thing I have to see this morning, after very little sleep, is the two of them snuggled together in their sleep with smiles on their faces, no doubt dreaming of each other.” You heard the unmistakable voice of Sirius Black whisper.

“I think they’re sweet,” said Lily Evans as she walked down the steps and passed the couch you and Remus were laying on.

“They’re adorable, the sweetest, absolutely breathtaking! Love is beautiful, Lily, take a chance on love with me!” James called out as he sprinted through the portrait to chase after her.

You felt Remus’s body shake lightly and heard his breathy chuckle in your ear.

“Bloody hell, Wormtail, they’re waking up. Let’s head to the Great Hall for breakfast before they start snogging and I lose my appetite forever.” Sirius whined.

Your eyes opened slightly to see Sirius and Peter hurrying out the portrait, leaving you and Remus alone in the common room once again.

“Good morning, my love.” He whispered in your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for last night. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for everything. I love you more than you will ever know.”

You tilted your head and smiled at Remus before he pressed a kiss to your lips. That was where the two of you stayed for the rest of the day; savoring the warmth of one another with the occasional kisses and smiles shared between you.

You both knew that there was nowhere else you would rather be than in the arms of one another, feeling safe, warm, and protected because of the pure love that surrounded and consumed the two of you completely.

[hannershimaders]

Saturday Morning

a little fic i wrote because its heckin cold out and its been snowing for 100 days

i hope u enjoy!!!

Jesse McCree woke up peacefully around 6:00 am on a saturday morning. The light that shined through the window as the sun rose made the snow glisten. Some snowflakes blew past the window, signifying that the New York storm was far from over. He looked out the window, admiring the winter wonderland that had appeared overnight and the dusting of snow that covered the trees.

This weather is nothing like home, he thought briefly, before reminding himself that this was his home now. New York, in a tiny one bedroom apartment, with temperatures so low it hurt to go outside and snow so deep he couldn’t get outside even if it didn’t hurt. He felt more safe and comfortable than he’d ever felt before, here. He sat up in bed, getting a clearer view of outside. Usually, at this hour, there was the bustle of cars, some low chatter. The noises that once gave him anxiety now gave him such a feeling a comfort. They showed life. Not just for the people on the streets, but for him and those he cared about. With such crappy, albeit beautiful weather, there were much fewer people braving the cold.

Life, despite the lack of bustle outside, was almost more prevalent now than it was usually. The lack of people on the streets felt more… personal, somehow. Business men and women heading to the office, actors walking to auditions, fast food workers heading to work. But, with so many people getting the day off due to inclimate weather, he pictured busy parents spending time with their families, teens spending time with friends and getting some much needed rest and relaxation, and children playing in the snow. So different than last year… he thought. Last year he was alone, starving, and being chased by criminals in southern New Mexico, and now he was safe, warm, and cared for in upstate New York.

After a few minutes, Jesse laid back down, snapping out of his awe from the view of outside, and checked his phone. Hanzo had been scheduled to return from his business trip a few days prior, but had holed himself in a hotel to avoid the bad road conditions. He checked for any news from Hanzo, and when he didn’t see anything, put his phone back down. He had no reason to be up so early, anyway. Jesse pulled the blankets over his shoulder, relishing in the warmth. A few soft and quick footsteps could be heard before Alto, the charming grey cat, had hopped up on the bed to cuddle.

Immediate loud purring crowded Jesse’s face. Jesse laughed, petting Alto gently. “Hey buddy. Where were you?” he cooed. Originally, the cat had been Hanzo’s idea, and Jesse had claimed that he didn’t like cats. However, about a week into owning Alto, they were both smitten. Alto let him pet Jesse for a few more moments before crawling to Hanzo’s side of the bed and laying down to sleep. Jesse covered his mouth as he yawned, shutting his eyes. “Good idea, pal.”

Jesse woke up again around noon, realizing that there was an addition to his bed. “Hanners?” He questioned, scooting closer to the figure. He carefully pet his hair back. “Hun? When did you get in?”

Hanzo grumbled and yawned, rubbing his eyes. “I tried to surprise you,” he half slurred, totally wiped, “But I was too tired to wait for you to wake up.” He rolled over to face Jesse, a dopey smile on his face. “Got home two hours ago and could not bare to wake you. You’re too cute.” He teased, knowing that Jesse hated it.

“Aw come on darlin’, we all know that you’re the cute one.” Jesse grinned and pulled Hanzo against his chest, using one hand to pet Hanzo’s back. “I missed you somethin’ awful.” “I missed you too, Jesse.” Hanzo murmured tiredly, covering his mouth as he yawned. “I am not ready to get up yet.” He admitted, pressing his face into where Jesse’s neck met his shoulder. Jesse grinned and kissed Hanzo’s forehead softly. “That’s okay, darlin’. We ain’t got nothin’ to do today, anyways.”

“I love you, Jesse.” Hanzo murmured. He made it seem so easy, to express love. This was nothing new to Jesse, as he and Hanzo have been together for a while, but it never ceased to amaze him that someone who was raised to head a powerful business and had the beautiful demeanor of a dragon loved a mutt like himself.

Jesse’s silence made Hanzo look up at him worriedly. “Jesse, are you okay?” “Yeah, sorry honey bee. I’m just thinkin’ about how lucky I am. Don’t know what I did to deserve this. A beautiful apartment, the sweetest cat, and the most beautiful man in the world…” Jesse rambled, feeling sappy in his exhaustion.

Hanzo laughed, muffling the sound in Jesse’s shoulder. “You are a dork when you are tired, Mr. McCree. Enough with the corniness, let’s go to bed.”

“But I ain’t being dramatic.” Jesse emphasized carefully. “Yeah, I’m tired, but I really do love ya.” “I know.” Hanzo murmured, shutting his eyes. “Now, be quiet and get some sleep.”

So they did.

[this-new-me]

Note taking tips

Okay so...not exactly a lot of followers on here, but I'd like to share my tips, if not for anyone else than for me bc I am taking a break for summer & don't want to forget all of my strategies. SO! I personalize my note taking strategies for each & every classroom. For example... -in my classical music study class, I use OneNote & my laptop to record the class because it's an audio class, but my teacher (most of the time) gives out guided notes, so I mark, write, & highlight all over those. Then, when it comes time for reviewing, I make a Quizlet of the practice test he gives us. Try to use the cornell method to revise important info after class. -I don't take notes in my comms class -I kept spacing out in my bio class when I was trying to just type my notes into onenote bc the class is 2 hrs 20 mins, so I got a notebook & still record the class, but I also make my own notes. I don't really have time to revise a lot in between classes. I also mark the time I'm out of class to walk around a bit, stretch, use the bathroom, fill my water bottle, etc because I won't be able to concentrate when I don't. When it comes down to studying, he gives out a study guide but it's usually heckin long & maybe 35% of the info is actually on the test so I'll look at the topics I don't remember/know & write down info about these. Other than that, I look at the chapter review at the end of the chapter, ignoring the topics we didn't talk about, & my labs- especially if it involved drawing some sort of diagram or if it was related to the chapter. I would read all of the book, but I simply don't have the time (working full time & going to school full time) plus he doesn't really care about a good deal of the info, especially the detail the book goes into. There's a lot of info but I don't have a lot of time to review & revise between classes so I go into a lot of detail in my notes during the lecture (I once drew out a rough sketch of the brain & went through & highlighted everything); however, the only reason I can do this is because my professor stammers/stutters & repeats the same info a lot. That's the only time I'd ever recommend doing that, because you're supposed to spend 80% of your time/attention listening. -for my psych class, he uses nothing but a PowerPoint so I just type my notes directly into onenote while recording the class. I already know a lot of the info from my high school psych class, so I write down the new info & mention any changed definitions for his class but otherwise don't stress about it. Some things I have learned while working full time & going to school full time: 1. You really need to be good at managing your time. I am not the best. On my days off, I procrastinate doing my work because I want to sleep, do fun stuff or, on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, have the luxury of doing absolutely nothing all day. 2. Sometimes, it's best to just turn an assignment in late. There have been a few times where I could choose to sacrifice the little sleep I have to try to get an assignment done- & if I can sleep the whole day the next day, I do it. However, it's usually not my best work, & that's usually not what happens, so I just send it in late- because I usually have a day off in between my class days, so if it's due Tuesday I send it electronically Wednesday or turn it in Thursday. Speaking of... 3. Sometimes, I try to load myself up on Mountain Dew before I go home so I can ~get stuff done~ later at night (I get out of work at 1:30 am, at the EARLIEST). I'd say that 95% of the time, that turned into me procrastinating on my phone for an hour, getting tired, & going to bed- only to be kept up by the Mountain Dew. I've learned to combat this by cleaning my apartment so I work off the caffeine while also doing something remedial (not requiring much brain power so I'm not waking myself up even more) & productive...but it probably would've just been better if I went to bed so I could get up at an earlier time. 4. Communicate with your boss. I work in fast food, & telling my boss my schedule way ahead of time has helped me, ESPECIALLY writing it down somewhere. Sometimes it gets lost, but if I already told him verbally as well he usually remembers & asks me again if he needs to. I'm really lucky- my boss knows how important my schooling is for me & does his best to not mess with my hours, although if he forgets, I can usually remind him & just get it altered slightly. However, a big part of this is being flexible in return. On days I don't have classes, if I see a certain part of a shift is short, I offer to work a split. He cut my hours a little so I could study for finals, but I've still been picking up extra hours on short shifts here & there- & offering BEFORE he has to go asking around. I've told him I don't really mind only having one day off opposed to two days if two of my shifts are half-shifts (4 hours) anyway. It's all about being flexible in return :) 5. Let your professors know! They're usually a little lenient (or at least sympathetic) when they know, & may cut you some slack. I'm not saying go crying for attention, but just offer some explanation for some of your behaviors. Just saying "I'm sorry, my paper was late because I'm working full time & I have classes [time to time] & my next day off wasn't until [today/yesterday], I didn't realize it was due this day, etc." may not get you any points back but at least they'll understand that you're not just being lazy. 6. Study when you can! Sometimes I make notecards so I can look at them while I'm order taking at the drive through (because customers often "need a moment" but you don't know when they're going to start talking again so you stay near the order-taking bubble) or paying out at the drive through so I can duck out of sight of any customers & study during a particularly long order. That being said, I usually try to help bag up everything, but if they already have a bagger, there's not much I can do. Don't let this hinder your job performance (AKA don't do this if there's more to be done like making drinks), & if your bosses get mad at you just study on your break, but if they don't mind or don't say anything then do it. Hope this has helped some of you!

[tauruszmoon]

i was tagged by @kevinsexyday (thank you <3)

Rules: tag 20 people you’d like to know better!

Nickname: my friends all started calling me steve and i actually hate them Zodiac sign: pisces Height: idk man i’m pretty heckin’ short but i dont know exactly Last Thing You Googled: “connor” just connor, i can’t remember why lol Favourite music artist: ahh don’t make me choose, hayley kiyoko, troye sivan and dodie are my faves rn Song stuck in my head: how far i’ll go from moana has been stuck in my head since the oscars, but determinate from lemonade mouth has been stuck in my head since forever Last Movie you watched: i have no clue, but the last show i watched was 13 reasons why What are you wearing right now: fluffy pajamas because i’m stylish Why did you choose your URL: character that i thought had a cool name, but honestly i wanna change it because i completely lost interest in the book (it’s called the diabolic and i thought it was gonna be gay and then it wasn’t and i was sad) Do you have any other blogs: i’m barely active on this one never mind another one What Did Your Last Relationship Teach You: (i’ve never been in a romantic/sexual relationship but i recently platonic-broke-up-with a friend) that if someone doesn’t let you speak or make decisions for yourself then you’ll be waaayy better off without them, duh Religious Or Spiritual: no but sometimes i kinda wish i was, i find it interesting Favourite Colour: i’m too indecisive for this question, idk like light pink Average Hours Of Sleep: like 8  Lucky Number: 11 (and 24) Favorite characters: don’t get me started... jean moreau, kevin day, adam parrish, blue sargent, remus lupin, neville longbottom, raffaele laurent bessette, noah czerny, finnick o’dair, nina zenik  idk i’m tired i probably forgot everyone How Many Blankets Do you Sleep With: one thick one and sometimes a fluffy one but i usually kick it off the bed during the night Dream Job: don’t talk to me about jobs and shit, i am but a child

tagging: @dreamthievves, @churchyardcough, @damnitminyard, @darkvaders    (it’s supposed to be 20 but i’m way too scared to tag people that aren’t following me too so i guess 4 is good enough) 

[mvndus]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED: I’m pretty slowly, more so lately due to transitions at work and my current shift generally leaving me too tired or unable to actually be active until one or two hours before I have to go bed. Unless I’m actually posting replies or responding to asks, 80% of my activity is mobile.

REPLIES: I can do anything from one-liner to multi-para, length varies depending on if there is a plot involved or I’m making something up on the fly to create a setting for a new thread or themed interaction (I try not to overwhelm in case of the latter but of course no issue if length isn’t matched). I do try to dedicate Sundays and Wednesdays as my reply days, sometimes Tuesday evenings/nights as well.

STARTERS: I'll like starter calls and post them myself here and there, but if I feel I have too many threads I won’t actively like a starter calls. Asks replies are open to become starters so long as I’m asked first, again, for the sake of not having too many threads with my current schedule and sporadic activity. I may post one-line/single para starters here and there if I’m really looking to open up to new interactions.

INBOX:  I’m leaning more towards my inbox replies than threads lately as a way for me to try and hold activity for (what I hoped would be) quicker responses to character interaction and development until I have time to sit and finish replies to threads. It’s easier to get to in the 2-2.5 hours I have when I get off for work and before I go to bed.

SELECTIVITY: I do tend to be more favorable to characters I know of and muses within fandom. Supernatural beings, mythological, magical humans, characters more believable to interact with my muse or have a verse that allows that--all that stuff. I try not to limit myself with just that but I’ll immediately follow back those types.

WISHLIST: I'd love to be able to interact with more antagonistic/villainous/anti-hero muses, whether in this fandom or with crossover/ocs to establish more rivalry, enemies or partnership as unhealthy as that may be with other baddies. There’s not exactly a lot in fandom???? that i see to interact with so I’m always down for that like let’s control the world together or heckin fight each other for the right to do it. you want my throne? kill me for it. put one up next to me. sit on my lap instead. I’m an au/canon div loving whore tbh too. send me something from my wishlist or i’ll send you something from yours!♥. 

HONEST NOTE: Even if I’m too busy and not here, I am here for you my dudes come at me with your worse I challenge you ♥♥  I hope I don’t come off as intimidating and my slow responses don’t discourage you from interactions ic or ooc. and history has shown if you put any type of ship or development between two muses in my ear i will ruin your life and mine and spam you with its aesthetic gimme u cowards.

TAGGED: haha, no stole it TAGGING: steal it ♥

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GRWM SCHOOL ROUTINE

Good heckin’ morning! It’s time to get out of bed and start a wonderful, beautiful day. make the bed. used to find this a pointless chore, and i still do considering it gets messed up again every night, but i’ve found that it really just makes the room more put together, and a put together room is a start to a put together life and a put together image, and thats really all i’m going for here. take the shower. that is if one of my roommates isn’t already in the shower. if so, we just save that for later. no one has the time to wait these days. make the coffee and drink the water. or the gatorade. or whatever i have in the fridge. i also left my coffee cup in one of my classes so if someone wants to send another tumbler my way, that would be greatly appreciated. put on the clothes. typically consists of a tank top and shorts. i would love to dress cute everyday, but like previously mentioned, no ones has the time these days. do the hair. usually a bun. i would say no one has the time these days to actually do their hair, but i don’t wanna be repetitive. brush the teeth. make the gums bleed. ask myself why i’m so darn aggressive with my toothbrush. moisturize the face. the face wash i use dries out my face baaaaad, so if i don’t moisturize, my face feels on fire for the rest of the day. put on the deodorant and the perfume. suave and bath and body works for those who were really curious. get all the extra stuff ready to go (phone, keys, wallet, backpack, etc.). i typically try and pack a snack or two as well, considering i have back to back classes for six hours. put on the shoes. a comfy pair of birkenstocks is typically the go to. we also love a reliable pair of sneaks. eat the breakfast. usually apples and peanut butter, what better way to start the day, honestly. head out the door. i typically leave 20 minutes before my class starts and get there in plenty of time, not to brag. walk to the bus stop. listen to some jams. think about how tired i am since i don’t have my coffee tumbler anymore and can’t make my coffee (sigh, someone please send your girl a coffee cup). get on the bus. if i’m lucky, i’ll find a seat and won’t have to stand. perks of being the first stop. get off at GRH. my first class is on the 3rd (top) floor, so of course i take the elevator (elevator and the bus? is she getting any exercise at all?) spend the next 4 hours in that building. research methods, a lab, and developmental psychology. walk up to GH. here is where i have my criminology class. teacher is a real speedy gal, but the class is really cool so far. spend the next hour and a half in that building. in this building, i decided i wanted to be a prosecutor. grab lunch with a friend in DSU. being in a sorority means there is always someone willing to get chick-fil-a with you. go to the dorm and knock out the homework. i almost always have homework, so believe i stay doing it. go to any meetings arranged for that day. sometimes there are midweek chapter meetings, very rare though. run any errands that have to be done. grocery shopping, picking something up from home, etc. spend time with the boy. i currently am doing so. he’s asleep, so what better time to blog, right? end the night with some gilmore girls and maybe some ice cream if i’m lucky. i’m almost never lucky.

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ch. 2

Fell dragged Blue from behind the hulking metal mass and into their new home. Once inside, he turned to the lower ranking officer. "Alright Blue, it is time to pick out and don a new disguise in order to trick the Earth peoples. Decide on what you will be now, for there will be no changing your disguise. Once you have a disguise, that is your new identity. Do you understand?" Blue straightened up and squared his shoulders. "Yessir," he barked. "Good." He carefully looked over his options. According to the data, it would be most widely believed that he was a teenage male skeletal monster. He sighed. He would likely not enjoy this. The mission. It was all for the good of the mission. Selecting a loose red t-shirt and a pair of black jeans and combat boots (he was a proud Dumas soldier, and he would not be wearing 'sneakers'. They were beneath one of his standing), he mentally prepared himself for the humiliation of being treated like a child and not the general he was. The clothes materialized in his grip and he left to get changed. ---~~~--- Sci stared at the ceiling. The blankets were getting uncomfortably warm. What the hell had he just seen? He knew that there were a lot of different monsters out there, but he also knew that they were most likely skeleton monsters if they were monsters at all, and skeletons don't have glowy streaks on their faces. They did not make weird chittering noises in lieu of speaking. His conclusion? These were not skeleton monsters. They weren't human. What were they? He sighed and pulled out his phone. He likely wouldn't get any sleep with this on his mind. He searched for at least an hour, using different keywords that had likely placed him on many watchlists, but the only thing he got was various UFO conspiracy sites. He growled in frustration. Sci fell asleep. ... Sci awoke to a loud static buzz coming from his computer. He blinked groggily, donned his glasses, and stumbled over to check it out. His screen showed a vague image of two shady tall figures facing the camera and speaking. They seemed to be speaking with the same sounds the glowing skeletons had used. He plugged in his headphones and hacked the transmission. "/Click click whistle click hiss pop?/" "The mission goes well, my Lord. We have landed, established a suitable base, and chosen our covers," an authoritative baritone reported. "/Hissssss click purr click whistle/?" "Yes. If all goes smoothly, the Earth will be ripe for the taking in 23 months." "/Growl hissssss?/" "Yes, I don't like the waiting period either, my Lord, but while data shows that this world's inhabitants are not...the brightest, they are all hostile to things they do not understand. We will need to be more stealthy about this than originally planned." "/Growl hiss pop click click hiss/" "Rest assured, my Lord, I will see the invasion carried out to it's full extent." "/Purr click click whistle chirp./" "Thank you, Lord. General Fell, signing off." The transmission ended. Sci sat back in his seat and started giggling maniacally. He had just heard an *alien* general report to his(?) *alien* overlords about the progress of his mission to *invade Earth*. This would not go over well. It couldn't. He had to tell someone. But... Who would believe him? No sane adult, surely, and the kids in his class already thought he was insane. Well then, he would just have to do it himself. ---~~~--- Fell's luminescent streaks shone lightly in the dim room. The Lords were, predictably, unpleased by the amount of time he would take, and that was *if* everything went smoothly. It most likely wouldn't. He glanced outside. The sky was dark, which meant the rest cycle had begun. It had actually begun long before they had landed, but still. Fell was a Dumas general. He couldn't be tired on enemy soil! He walked to his room - and stopped. "Blue? What are you wearing?" A spotty fursuit. That's what. The officer's strips of shining tissue began to flicker with a sky blue color. "My disguise. I'm a dog." Fell stared at him in complete silence for a few seconds. Blue's smile didn't falter. Fell shook his head incredulously and went to bed. What did the Lords saddle him with?! He walked to school, which was, fortunately, not far from his hideout. He showed up early, as usual. "Class, meet the newest useless lump of cells breathing the air in this classroom, Fell." Most of the students barely glanced his way, but there was one up in the front who stared at him in shock and horror. Fell's bioluminescent skin tissue tingled uncomfortably. "Now Fell, I am only going to say this once; if you want to say something, say it now, because after this, you no longer have a voice." Oooh stars what. Did they steal the children's voices? Did they have the technology capable of doing such a thing? The young male staring at him seemed to be utterly mute. How would he report to the Lords?! The stripes on his neck started showing through the fabric he wore around it. He swallowed down his panic and tried to make the red light his face emitted dimmer and his eyelights calmer. Show no fear. "Hello, my fellow students!" he boomed. "I do not wish to quarrel with you." Lies. He wanted to just rip them all to bloody pieces now, but the Lords would punish him and the mission would be compromised. "Just pay me no mind and we'll get along just fine." "Sit," the educator - who looked like an angrier version of Lord Gaster - commanded. His spine went ramrod straight out of habit, and he marched to his chair. The teacher started lecturing them on something or other, but Fell couldn't seem to focus. Mostly because of the staring kid across the room from him finally speaking up. "Am I the only one who sees the alien sitting in class?" Fell's equivalent of a heart stopped. The other children simply looked around, searching for the alien. Cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck. "Right there!" he hissed. "How do you not see it? This dumbass is *clearly* not from Earth." Fell felt like he was drowning. FuckfuckfuckfucKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK- "Look, Sci, I know you don't get out much, but it's getting to the point where I think we *might* need to stage an intervention. I mean, do you *hear* yourself right now?" piped up a kid in the third row. He flushed a light cyan. "Shut up. I'm serious. Seriously, I mean, look at his bones! They're all... semisolid. That's not normal!" "You shut up," Fell snapped. "It's a skin condition," he sniffed indignantly. "And those weird marks on your cheeks? Is that a part of your 'skin condition', Fell?" he challenged, already sounding victorious. Fell looked down and lowered his voice slightly. "Yes." There was a pregnant pause. "Wow. That was heckin rude, Sci. Just because someone's different doesn't mean they're an alien." A lean skeleton in the back huffed. "He literally has no ears!" "We are *skeletons*, Sci. None of us have ears." "Classic I swear to God I will rip you in heckin half if you don't stop sassing me young man." "I'm older than you." Sci ignored him. "So if he's a skeleton, how come he's got these weird bits of skin, huh?!" Sci growled, pinching his radiant membrane. Fell yelped. "Ow!" "Sci, stop picking on the new kid!" Classic scolded. The bell rang, and all of the kids filed out of the building. Fell sighed. Yeesh. "Fell, was it?" He nearly groaned aloud. He'd heard quite enough of this particular voice today, thank you. He turned to face Sci. "Listen, you freak," Sci snarled, "I know what you are. I know what you're planning. And I'm not letting it happen." "You act like you have a choice." "I do." "No, you really don't," Fell muttered. "Then I'll make a better one and I'll take that." Fell squinted at him. He was so glad he'd thought to get these protective coverings for his eyes, as Sci was standing in front of the sun. That didn't even make sense. "That's not how it works." "Yes it is. Now," he pulled a pair of circular pieces of shiny metal connected by a chain from his pocket. "Oooooh, shiny," Fell gasped. He couldn't help it. "Yep. Once I get you in these, you'll be knocked out so I can figure out what to do with you," Sci revealed. Ahahahahaaaa no. Sci ran at him. Fell ran from him. Sci chased him down and tackled him to the dirt. Fortunately, Blue had been wandering around (getting provisions, apparently,) and had seen everything. Using his (admittedly well crafted) fursuit, Blue snarled and growled until Sci squeaked and ran off. Fell brushed himself off. He could still see Sci following not to far behind them. Finally, they arrived home. Sci was in the window. "This isn't over, Fell! I know where you live, I know what you are, I know what you're planning, you can't hide for long!"