#energic

[dk-thrive]

Once, when I was seeking the advice of Howard Thurman and talking to him at some length about what needed to be done in the world, he interrupted me and said: "Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

— Gil Bailie, "Violence Unveiled: Humanity at the Crossroads".  (Crossroad Publishing Company, 1995) (via Dylan O'Sullivan)

[energicworld]

The world has become health-conscious, people are opting for healthy water using advanced water purification systems to ensure they consume the best quality water. Apart from regular alkaline water purifiers, this alkaline water ionizer purifiers stand apart in providing numerous health benefits and superior purification capabilities. Energic is one such company which supplies Energic’s Alkaline water ionizer purifiers in Hyderabad, fulfilling the requirements in the city.

[fisheem4mmal]

Rapunzel Riddle so cute omg

[keii]

Early morning (actually afternoon) Xavier scribbles ft. gremlin gf.

[cumcoveredangelx]

Sorry for the disgusting things I said when I was ovulating

[scrunglepaws]

You didn’t tag it in the ask post but I god I would love to see whispangle art

Whisper wasn't feeling so hot the night before, so Tangle got up early to make them some tea. Of course, she wouldn't just leave Whisper all alone in bed, though. <3

~*Valentine Ship Request Masterpost*~

[foolondahill17]

The thing I'm finding most surprising is people object to the idea of Dean as blue-collar? Besides the fact he worked construction for a year, his entire job is manual labor? What do you mean he's not blue-collar because he isn't paid?? Do you think because he survives off credit card fraud he's white-collar? My brother in christ, he lived in his car before he was in his mid-thirties. What do mean???

[craziechwiv]

Ren: *Walks over to where Jaune's workout at* Hey Jaune, I got a question for you.

Jaune: *Finishing a pushup before getting up* Hm? What's up Ren?

Ren: *Looks at the card given to him, then back up at Jaune* First off, I'm so sorry.

Jaune: Huh?

Ren: Which do you prefer; Breasts, Ass, Thighs, Affection, Personality, or all of the above?

Jaune: ....Why-

Ren: *Whispers* Look at the entrance but don't make it obvious.

Jaune: *Looks over to see team RWBY+ others watching them * Ah...you got a pen?

~~~~~~~~~~

Ren: Alright I got your answers.

Weiss: Well, what are you waiting for?! Hurry up and read them!

Ren: Right, right. The answers are. Breasts-

Yang: HAH I KNEW IT!

Ren: Breasts go to Yang.

Yang: Wait what?

Ren: Thighs go to Ruby or Harriet.

Ruby: Huh?! Why not only me?!

Harriet: Hehe, you're not the only one with 'squish' rosebud.

Ren: Ass goes to Blake or Coco.

Coco: Damn right it does!

Blake: Okay I can understand Coco, but why me also?

Yang: Cuz that 'cake' you got us lethal of choking someone out!

Blake: *Flustered* Yang!

Ren: Affection is Nora or Velvet

Nora: Aww yeah! Up top Bunny!

Velvet: *High fives Nora back* Woo!

Ren: Personality is Weiss.

Weiss: He- He couldn't think of anything else?!

Ren: Trust me, it was either you or Jessica.

Weiss: I- erm...fine. I'll take it, but I won't be happy.

Ruby: So that's everyone right?

Ren: Not quite.

Weiss: Huh? What else is there?

Ren: And all of the above is...Penny.

RWBY+RNCVH: *They all turn to face Penny*

Penny: *Waves at them* 😁

Ruby: Yeah, I can see why.

Yang: No contest there.

Velvet: She's adorable even without trying...

Harriet: A tactical genius through and through.

Weiss: I guess I can take the loss at that.

Nora: Yeah...so Renny no hard feelings about, 'all this', right?

Ren: Oh of course. More so over what Jaune named me.

Nora: What are you?

Ren: Bromance option one.

[revasserium]

A request for the prompt "Stolen kisses" + Zayne!! Thank you so much :D

also I love your writing SOO much <3

prompt list reqs are: temporarily closed

49. stolen kisses

zayne; 1,720 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", whipped!zayne, implied sex, but still very saucy, zayne is hornee 24/7 and hes not afraid to show it

summary: 3 kisses, some stolen, others willingly given

a/n: i believe in my heart of hearts that zayne is barely keeping it together around the mc

one. After dinner, when the pair of you are cleaning up and your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you back into him as he presses a kiss to your neck before trailing his lips up to your cheek. Your laughter rings through the kitchen, folding around the pair of you like wings. His smile is soft, is radiant, is tender and absolute as he pulls back to regard you with his searching eyes.

“Good dinner?” he asks.

“The best,” you answer, grinning as you trail a finger along his jaw to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Good…” he breathes the word against your cheek, leaning in, the ends of his bangs tickling the skin of your face. You make to pull back, but his arms loop tighter around your waist, pressing you close, holding you against the solid cool of the marble countertop.

“But we haven’t yet had dessert.”

Heat flushes up your neck and up, up, up till you can feel your face burning, as you blink up at him from beneath your lashes, feigning innocence.

“I didn’t know we had dessert planned on the menu.”

His grin goes sideways, his eyes taking on a darker, more dangerous light.

“It’s not always planned but…” his voice trails off as a tingling shiver races up your spine, “It is always… considered.”

And then, he leans in to kiss you — and he kisses you with a hunger that has nothing to do with the scrumptious meal you’ve just shared and everything to do with the pulsing heat coalescing between your bodies as he lifts you up onto the counter.

He kisses you like he wants to ruin your mouth for all other tastes but him; he kisses you as if he’s already been ruined by the taste of you.

two. It is unprofessional; you know — and so does he — to do this here, with your back pressed against the wood of his office door, his white coat slipping off his shoulders, his glasses nearly knocked askance by the force of this kiss.

You’d always known that just beneath his smooth, tempered glass facade is the kind of roiling heat that makes up the heart of the earth, the kind of passion that licked at the mouths of volcanoes and rends the sky into nothing but a devastation of ashes.

But here, now, the only rending is his fingers pressing into the dip of your waist, the only devastation his tongue as it traces along the inside of your teeth. You hear yourself make a low, wanton noise and feel him react, his fingers tightening impossibly, his mouth ever and ever more demanding.

“Z-Zayne… we —” but the words die on your lips as he drops his to the bare skin of your neck. You can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your mouth, nor the sudden flash of memory — crystal clear and sharp, as if carved from ice — of the night before, when he had sunk his teeth into your bare shoulder and twisted your hair with trembling fists. It had been pain and impossible, improbable passion. All urge and fire, desperation and need.

“Shhh…” Zayne murmurs against your skin, groaning softly as he finds your lips with his own again. And you are helpless all over again. Weak against the burning need of his embrace.

A soft knock shocks both of you from the frenzied passion soaking through your bones, threatening to blot out your good sense entirely. You pull apart, gasping. From the other side of the door comes the muffled voice of a nurse -

“Dr. Zayne? Your next patient is here. Shall I let him in?”

Zayne hisses out another breath before pulling away.

“Yes, just give me five minutes - finishing a report.”

You can't help the amused grin that tugs across your lips as the both of you make to tidy the slight mess you've made.

“So… I'm a report now, am I?”

But Zayne only regards you with a light, challenging look, quirking his brows.

“No.”

You blink, confused. Then Zayne smiles.

“We’re nowhere near finished.”

A fresh wave of heat crests up into your cheeks as you purse your lips, casting your eyes anywhere but Zayne's pleased face.

“Unprofessional,” you accuse, through the word lacks any vehemence, marred by the extensive blush still coloring your cheeks.

Zayne straightens his impeccably pressed white doctor's coat before taking three swift steps into your space, his chest nearly pushing against yours. He reaches out to tilt your chin up towards him and you feel a hitched breath caught like an insect in amber, suspended perfectly between your lungs and your throat.

Slowly, Zayne draws his thumb across the plush of your bottom lip. You feel his breath fanning across it like a wave of summer heat, found at the heart of winter itself.

“Only in front of you.”

He pulls away just as another gentle knock comes at the door, the nurse's voice announcing the arrival of Zayne's next patient. Zayne casts you one last lingering, meaningful look before gently nudging you aside to pull open the door, the vision of a young and promising doctor as he greets his patient with a small smile, the other hand guiding you towards the opened door.

"Don't forget to take your supplements,” he chides in a voice just gentle enough to inform polite company of his fondness for you, but nothing in it would hint at the indiscretions that had been committed only minutes prior.

"Okay,” you say, ducking your head as you brush by the middle- aged man blinking at the pair of you.

"And… see you at home.”

You only manage a nod and a squeak as the nurse chuckles behind her hand and the middle- aged man makes a soft noise of understanding.

three. You are both eighteen, and teetering on the edge of adulthood — though he’s already well on his way to stardom.

“Congrats — on the Starcatcher Award —“ you feel your throat catch around the words, and suddenly, your mouth is dry, your cheeks hot, your fingers twisting behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet.

Zayne watches you, his expression thoughtfully blank, but his eyes — they’ve always been his tell. You meet them and search them and feel the fire caught behind them. His Evol might be ice, but… his soul has always been something that burns.

“Thanks,” he says, and you can almost taste the unsaid words bubbling just at the back of his throat. You wish he would tell you, but there’s a depthless chasm cut into the air between the pair of you, rough and jagged and —

“Do you know what I received the award for?”

You blink, startled. You purse your lips, looking away. It’d been too painful, too much to look into it, the knowledge of his brilliance always nipping at your heels like an unruly dog. It had pushed you forward, yes, but only out of the fear that if you let up even one single step, he’d race too far ahead and… leave you behind.

“N-no — I haven’t —“

“For my research on congenital heart defects in infants.”

The world slows, tunnels, and tilts around you. Your eyes jerk up to meet his and there — you see it, the blistering heart of all his so-called fire — and you remember suddenly that if it’s cold enough, the body starts to process the sensation as heat. That ice and fire are not so different.

That ice can also burn.

You find your own hands clutched just above where your heart beats inside your chest and you see his eyes flicker down towards them.

“Zayne —“

“I start work at a clinic next week.”

A frown creases at your temple.

“Our first appointment is on Tuesday.”

Your frown deepens.

“What do you —“

“To qualify for the Hunter Program, you need a medical verification of fitness. And… a primary care physician.”

At these last words, his eyes finally cut away. And here, in the dying light of his brand new living room, the sunset turns his glasses opaque for just a second. You’re left blinking in the aftermath of that light, the afterimages will be stained behind your eyelids for hours after — just that look, the firm line of his shoulders, the determined set of his mouth, his jaw, the softness in his fingers as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against the bend of your cheek.

“L-Lying on reports would be a medical malpractice suit waiting to happen,” you say, your voice shaking with either delirium or emotion, you’re not sure which.

Zayne quirks an eyebrow, “I have no plans on lying.”

“But —“ your fingers clench at your chest.

“I’m just… confident in my own skills, that’s all.”

The shadow of a grin twists his lips and he turns back to you, his eyes cast in threads of molten gold.

“Oh… of course,” you let out a soft breath of laughter, toppling back into the sofa and tossing your arm across your eyes. A moment later, you feel the cushions of the sofa sink beside you.

“Hey, look at me.”

You drop your arm and turn, your head still pillowed against the back of the sofa. Zayne’s gaze flickers over every aspect of your face before he reaches out to take your hand in his. Slowly, he leans down to press his lips to your knuckles, letting his lips linger there till you make a soft, questioning noise at the back of your throat.

He looks back up with a knowing smile.

“Shall we get something to eat?”

You jump to your feet, “Y-yes! My treat — a congratulations gift!”

Zayne considers for a moment before sighing, “Alright, but just this once.”

“What, we’re not allowed to go out to dinner now that you’re a certified doctor?”

Zayne’s mouth twitches with amusement as he reaches for his coat.

“No, we’ll still go out for dinner — you’re just no longer allowed to pay for them.”

[fiendishpal]

GUESS WHAT'S HAPPENING BEHIND THE SCENES AAAAAA

[atlantis-area]

MINHO - CALL BACK (Music Core, 241109)

[tayasui-mono]

Something so carnal about Hannibal amputating Miriam and auto cannibalising Gideon with a devilish smile, and then surrendering himself to the feds because he's desperate for Will Graham's regard.

[canisalbus]

About starting ADHD meds: Yay!! I really hope they work for you!! But if they do, be aware that it's possible for the effect to wane pretty quickly - I had to get my dose upped a few times before it started actually feeling like a consistent upgrade to my quality of life instead of just a couple weeks' boost. But they did really improve my everyday life by a Lot, so, I really hope you can find that same relief, even if it takes a while to fully find what works!

I remember hearing something along those lines! I was put on a low dose for starters but there's plans to increase it in a week or two.

Of course it's far too early to say anything about anything, but I've been feeling pretty alright so far. People kept warning me about potential nausea, since it's one of the most common side effects, but I haven't noticed anything yet.

[hajihiko]

The polycules are falling apart

[myautisticpov]

Okay, I think it's time I talked about my Duracell Bunny/Sleepy Time scale for autistic people/people with ADHD...

So, what's the scale:

If you have autism and/or ADHD, every activity exists on a scale from Duracell Bunny to Sleepy Time (with Normal in the middle).

A Duracell Bunny activity is something that you do to an extent that most neurotypical people are exhausted just thinking about. For example, before the joints in my hands got all fucked up, I could consistently write a really high word count per day, and I would regularly see people call it impossible. And as the years have gone on, most of the people I know of who hit similar word counts have all been diagnosed as autistic and/or ADHD.

A Sleepy Time activity is one where just looking a neurotypical doing it a regular amount makes you exhausted. Where the amount of energy required to do the thing wipes you out for the rest of the day.

Different people have different Duracell Bunny and Sleepy Time activities and one thing that I've noticed a lot of autistic and ADHD people do about their Duracell Bunny activities is look at autistic/ADHD people for whom it is a Sleepy Time activity and say "well, I'm autistic/ADHD and I don't have any trouble with it, so clearly you're just making an excuse."

And this is extra annoying because ADHD/autistic Duracell Bunnies have more energy for the thing than neurotypicals, so they can end up in leadership positions and entrenching a really unhealthy environment for everyone. Including themselves - Duracell Bunnies are not always immune to burnout, so you can get a Duracell Bunny who is obviously engaging in dangerous and/or unhealthy coping mechanisms yelling at Sleepy Times who aren't because the Sleepy Times have had to firm about their boundaries from the beginning.

(In fact, sometimes people can end up in crisis because of burnout, and instead of learning anything, go right back to the level of effort that caused burnout and use their crisis as proof that they are actually worse off than the people who set boundaries and didn't end up in crisis, and that those people, therefore, just don't care enough...)

But yeah, TL;DR: Sometimes autistic/adhd people have more energy for certain activities than even neurotypicals, and these people can have a bad habit of pointing at autistic/adhd people with less energy for the activity and saying "well, if I can do it, that must mean every adhd/autistic person can" which leads to people refusing to provide accommodations, or shaming people who cannot show up in the same ways

[shevr]

newly employed type of girl who is coincidentally freshly 30 as well which is unrelated but also not necessarily a helpful addition