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daydreaming-away-reality · 4 years ago

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Winter Artwork

Jack Frost x Reader | ☁️ | 1.4k | Teacher!Reader

Grabbing the big bin of art supplies, you carefully navigated your way around the classroom to the desk at the front of the room. Setting it down on the ground, you started pulling out the different supplies.

Pencil crayons, crayons, paints, brushes, glitter - nope. You put the glitter back into the bin. Not today - you were giving them enough free reign in art as is, glitter was not going to be a problem today. Paint would be easier to deal with.

Straightening up the piles of blank papers and cardstock ready to become canvas for your students, you tried to remember what you were missing.

“Ah, the extra art instructions and colouring sheets,” you recalled. Heading over to the printer in the resource room, you paused to peek out the window.

Your students, among all the other students at the school, were happily screaming and playing outside in the snow. There was probably about ten minutes left for their outdoor break and they were definitely making the most of it.

(E/C) eyes scanning the playground, you noticed a certain figure that didn’t quite belong. While he could have been another staff member out on supervision, you knew that they were one of your co-workers. Taller than students and not dressed properly for the weather, the white haired male was excitedly engaged with playing with the kids.

As if he could tell you were watching him, his blue eyes made contact with yours briefly. His charming crooked smile was flashed your way and had you blushing as you quickly turned away.

Hopefully none of the students had seen that little interaction.

Returning to your trip to the resource room, you grabbed your pile of printing. You quickly checked your printing, making sure you had all the instructions, colouring sheets and, oh, looks like you printed the word searches too. Less work for next time.

The bell rang just as you were heading back into your classroom, the sound of feet pattering back into the school.

“Alright, looks like I got everything,” you declared.

The familiar sounding voices began to float into your classroom as your students started trickling back in.

“Ms. (Y/N)!” a voice chirped.

You turned around with a smile. “Hi Camila!”

“Did you see the snow castle that me and Sonya built outside? We tried to make it super big!”

“I haven’t! You’ll have to show you tomorrow when I’m outside with you!” you replied. “Is there space in your castle for me too?”

“Hmmm.” Camila paused to think. She turned to Sonya. “We need to make space for Ms. (Y/N) in our castle!”

Sonya gasped. “We completely forgot!”

You laughed at how cute they were. Greeting some of the others as they came back inside, you made sure everyone was accounted for before getting their attention.

“Alright, my friends!” you called out. “Remember what I told you we’d be doing for the afternoon?”

“Art!”

“Art,” you repeated happily. “So, today we’ll be making so wintery art to decorate the classroom. Since the winter holidays are coming up, I want you to draw or paint or colour anything you like related to winter. I have all the supplies up here and if you’re not sure where to start -” You picked up your print outs. “-I have ideas we can start with. Any questions?”

Your (E/C) eyes scanned the room.

“Sam?”

“Can I make a snowflake?”

“Absolutely!” you agreed. “I loved to see your snowflake.”

“Henry?”

“Are we allowed to draw what we did outside today?”

“Of course you can!”

You paused, waiting to see if there were any more questions. The excitement to do art seemed to sparkle in their little eyes as they all looked up at you.

“All right, supplies is up here on the table if you need it. Let’s get started!”

Your students started moving around, getting the supplies they needed, chatting with their friends about what they wanted to do. Floating around the room to check up on everyone and help when you were needed, you soon found the classroom to be serene and on task.

A rare treat from your energetic bunch.

Moving to the windows on the side of the room, you peered out to look at the snowy landscape outside. It was lovely to see the frost forming patterns on the glass. It was definitely chilly out though - you were glad you brought your scarf today.

“Ms. (Y/N)?”

“Yes,” you responded, turning around.

A teacher’s work is never done after all.

“Bye Ms. (Y/N)!”

“Bye!!”

“Have a good weekend!”

You waved to your class as they all headed out for the day. Offering some of them hugs, you made sure everyone left the classroom before letting out your breath.

Another day done.

Gathering the artwork piled on your desk, you flipped through what your students handed in. From pictures of snow people to playing in the snow to winter holiday traditions, your students had created lots of wonderful work.

Seeing it all brought a smile to your face.

A certain drawing caught your eye - a picture of a boy with white hair, a blue hoodie and a wooden looking staff.

You chuckled at the sight. How cute.

Armed with your stapler, some tape and the lovely winter art work from your students, you moved to the empty wall space to decorate the classroom.

“Not heading home yet, (Y/N)?”

You added a staple before turning to see the teacher next door.

“Not yet, I still have some work to finish up in the classroom,” you replied.

“Thanks again for the coffee this morning,” they said. “It definitely helped me get through the morning.”

You smiled. “Anytime. Have a good evening!”

“You too!” they chimed before waving and leaving.

After working on putting up the art up for another fifteen minutes, you paused to look around the classroom. The place finally had some more cheer to it again - especially since you had taken down their last art pieces.

“Someone has been working hard.”

The playful sounding observation was followed by arms wrapped your face and a cool breath tickling your neck. Leaning back into their embrace, you turned your head to meet the bright blue eyes that were watching you lovingly.

“I always work hard,” you replied. “It was nice to see you playing with the kids.”

“They’re a great bunch,” he commented. His eyes shifted over to look at the art. “Oh, cool! Did you have them draw winter?”

You nodded, watching the boy excitedly move around your classroom to look at the student’s work.

Jack laughed at the sight of one of the drawings. You moved over and laughed as well.

Terry had drew and labelled his drawing - him and his friends having a snowball fight with the caption under one person who was being hit with the a snow as ‘Tony got hit in the face - we made sure he was okay after though!!’

“He’s a funny one,” you said with a chuckle, admiring the details.

“That might have been my snowball...” Jack confessed.

You gasped and smacked his arm. “I better not need to fill out any incident reports because of you!”

“I’m careful! I swear!” The Guardian of Fun defended.

You shook your head in amusement as you moved around the room, pushing in some chairs as you went. The last picture you put up before Jack came in made you pause.

“Sophie drew a picture of you,” you pointed out. “It looks exactly like you, Jack.”

Jack moved back to your side, his eyes taking in the details of the art.

“Is this how I look in your eyes too?”

You laughed. “I mean... It looks pretty accurate, but, I think she missed some of your charming details.”

Jack pulled you into a hug. “I love you, you know that right?”

“I love you too,” you murmured, returning his embrace.

“When do I get to see some of your art?” Jack asked.

"Am I not a work of art?” you responded, kissing his cheek. Squirming out of his embrace, you grabbed your stuff and packed it into your bag. “Let’s go, I want to spend some quality time with you outside the classroom.”

Jack grinned. “Right behind you, love.”

#rise of the guardians #jack frost imagine #jack frost imagines #jack frost x reader #jack #frost #jack frost #x reader #reader insert #imagine #imagines #winter artwork #holidaydreams

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dragongoddess13 · 5 years ago

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Shirtless Joe Dempsie Month #5

It started with a simple question from husband to wife.

“What would you do if I came home with six puppies?”

Catelyn stares unimpressed, her eyes shifting from her husbands face to the large cardboard box in his arms. He smiles when she meets his eye again, but her expression doesn’t change. The children will be home from school soon, the last day before summer vacation, and for the last few weeks she and Ned have been trying to figure out how to keep them all occupied and out of each other’s hair. She supposes each of them getting a puppy would be a decent distraction.

Catelyn takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Where did you even get six puppies?”

“One of my employees’ daughter breeds and trains dogs. This litter had a buyer, but they fell through.”

Catelyn stares at him again, and they find themselves in a bit of a limbo, Ned waiting for confirmation that he wouldn’t be sleeping on the sofa in his office tonight and Catelyn trying to decide if she should banish him to the sofa in the basement.

“Fine.” she finally relents and gods help her she loved her husband’s smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Her children were thrilled when they came home. In the years that followed they cared for and loved their dogs with everything they had. Above all though, Arya was most attached to her dog, Nymeria. So, a few years later, when she was unpacking in her new house in King’s Landing and Nymeria got out as she was unloading boxes, she was beside herself.

Arya spent went door to door for hours, asking if anyone had seen Nymeria, she showed them pictures, but no one had seen her. She took it to heart that they all promised to keep an eye out for her though. As she neared her own home again, she stopped at her neighbor's house, knocking on the door. A few minutes passed before it opened and for a moment, Arya forgot why she was there.

The man that stood before her, towered over her, hell she was pretty sure he would tower over her dad. He had shaggy black hair and intense blue eyes. Most importantly, however, he was shirtless, showing off his well defined torso and arms.

“Can I help you?” he asks, pulling her from her thoughts, the smirk on his face tells her know he knows exactly what she’s thinking.

Arya cleared her throat. “I just moved in next door and while I was unpacking my dog got out. You wouldn’t happen to have seen her, would you?”

“Did you move here from the north?” he asks, surprising her.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Just a hunch. She’s out back.” he tells her, stepping aside so she can step through the door. He leads her through to the back of the house, opening a sliding door on to a patio. Just off the patio is an inground swimming pool, and sitting on the steps, her head poking up over the edge is Nymeria.

Arya let out a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry about this.”

The man shrugged. “Don’t worry about. It’s only April now, but give it a month or two and it’ll be twice as hot as this. Might want to get her her own pool.”

“I will. Thank you again.” Arya tells him, as she latches the leash onto Nymeria’s collar. “I’m Arya by the way.”

“Gendry.”

Two days later, Arya comes home from work and as she opens the door, Nymeria bolts again. As she rounded the corner of the house she hears a deep yelp followed by a splash. The side gate into Gendry’s back yard is open and she runs back, only to find what she already suspected. Gendry’s standing in the pool, dripping with water, a large pool float turned upside down and floating away from him and there, dog paddling happily is Nymeria, a rather pleased look on her face.

“I guess she doesn’t like her pool.” Gendry chuckles as he notices her. She laughs, using every ounce of her will power not to ogle his bare chest.

“I guess not.” She kneels down at the edge and Nymeria happily paddles over. “I suppose she’s not getting used to the heat either.” she continues. “I’ll probably have to send her back to Winterfell. I had to live without her for years while I was in school, I was really looking forward to having her around again.” she says sadly, scratching behind her ears. “Anyway, come on girl, you’ve had your fun, time to go.”

Obediently she climbed out of the pool and Arya stood. “I’m sorry again. I’ll try to be more careful.”

“It’s alright, no harm done.” he smiles at her and she feels her heart flutter at the lopsided grin. She smiles back, certain it’s not as bright as it could be, a feeling of sadness still permeating the air around her.

xXx

It’s been two weeks since Nymeria ran away again and Arya is clinging to the hope that she’s gotten it out of her system. It seems she was merely waiting for Arya to lower her guard, however. After a truly exhausting day at the animal clinic, Arya opens the door only for Nymeria to bolt out again. Having an idea where she’s headed she simply trudges along, rounding the side of the house and stopping short when she sees the gate is closed. Gendry had confided in her that he usually kept the gate open when he was home, in case of some sort of emergency since he lived alone, but now it was closed tight, despite his car in the driveway and the garage door being open. Nymeria is nowhere in sight.

“Nymeria!” Arya yells. She receives no bark in reply and calls for her again and once more after that. As she stops to listen she hears a curse on the other side of Gendry’s fence before the gate is open.

“Shit, I completely forgot about this damn thing.” he says when he spots her. He’s just about to offer to help her search when they hear a splash from the back yard and share a bewildered look. “How…?” he turns, leading the way back into the yard. Sure enough, there’s Nymeria, lying on the concrete step of the pool, her head resting on the edge. “There is no other way into the yard, how the hell did she do that?”

Arya sighs. “She jumped.” she says it like it should be obvious, but Gendry is skeptical.

“That’s a nine foot fence. I know, I built it myself, how the hell did she jump it.”

“My little brother Rickon is an animal trainer, he got his start training the family dogs to do tricks, most notably, vaulting.” she shakes her head. “I completely forgot about that.” she mutters.

Gendry stands there for a moment, watching the husky bath in his pool. “Alright look.” he says, amusement filtering in. “I know you don’t know me that well, but I work from home and I would be happy to watch her while you’re at work during the week.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.” she protested.

“You didn’t ask, I offered and quite frankly, it’ll be good for her, especially with the summer heat settling in. It’s been mild so far, but it won’t be for much longer.” Arya looks hesitant, but she knows he’s right. Nymeria is suited toward the cold weather and she’s determined not to send her home.

“Alright, but at least let me do something for you in return.” she insists. “Anything at all.”

Gendry hesitates. “I can’t really think of anything at the moment, but maybe I could take a raincheck?”

She happily agrees.

xXx

“Why are you smiling at your phone?” Loras asks, sliding his seat away from his desk to Arya’s a few feet away. It’s been a slow day, which is always good when your a Veterinarian. Too much excitement means injured animals, and no one wants that. “Did you finally make a move on your hot neighbor?”

Arya looks up from her phone. “No,” she whines. “Not yet.”

“Sweetheart, you have got to get on that.”

“Ew, can you please stop talking about my cousin like that where I can hear you?” Shireen complains, turning from her own desk. Loras just laughs. A few days after Gendry had offered to watch Nymeria for her, she’d told Loras and Shireen about it. It didn’t take long for Shireen to realize the cousin who had been joking about the dog next door was in fact the very same Gendry Arya had been drooling over since meeting him. “Seriously though, what are you smiling at?”

“Gendry keeps sending me silly pictures of Nymie.” she tells them, turning her phone so they could see. The picture was a snap, Nymeria sitting on a pool float, a pair of Gendry’s sunglasses on her face. She looked like she was smiling as she panted, and the caption read “Dog Daze” in bold beachy print.

“My cousin is such a nerd.” Shireen laughed. “Glad to see he’s found a legitimate reason to put off finishing his new book, though.”

Loras scrolled to the next picture. “Oh!” he exclaimed, grinning. This one pictured Gendry himself, laying on the same pool float as the other, this time, with Nymeria laying on top of him. The sun glasses she’d been wearing in the previous picture was on his face this time and he was grinning as he snapped the selfie. “He’s sending you topless pictures of himself?”

“He’s in the pool.” Arya defended. Loras looked unconvinced.

“Mmhmm, I’m sure that’s the only reason.”

Arya rolled her eyes, looking to Shireen for help. “Yeah, no, he’s shit at flirting, he’s definitely trying to tell you something. I have no idea how an award winning author can be so bad at using his words.”

Loras looked smug. “Has he cashed in that favor you promised him yet?” she shook her head. “You should offer to cook him dinner, you’re an amazing cook.”

“Oh yeah, that’s perfect.” Shireen agrees. “Gendry loves food. If you cook for him, he’ll follow you around like a dog.”

“No wonder her gets along with Nymeria so much.” Loras jokes. “That’s perfect though. If it goes well you can call it a date, if it doesn’t, well, you were just repaying a favor.”

“Go on, text him now, asking if he wants to have dinner tonight, you’ll cook.” Shireen pushes.

Arya looks between them before sighing. “Fine.” she relents, sending off the message quickly before she can change her mind. “But I doubt…” her phone chimes seconds later, cutting her off.

Loras looks smug as Shireen laughs. “Thirsty much, cuz.”

“Oh yeah, he’s not interested at all.”

Arya blushes, reading the text again.

Sounds great! Can’t wait! See you tonight!

#gendrya #gendrya au #arya x gendry #gendry x arya #arya stark #gendry baratheon #gendry waters #modern au #nymeria #joe dempsie #shirtless joe dempsie #dragongoddess13

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crazygaze · 7 years ago

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It's Just That Time of Year

Pairing: Hanamaki/Matsukawa, slight Iwaizumi/Oikawa

Rating: T for titties they swear but that’s about it

Synopsis: Finally posting that hanamatsu meme drabble fic for my birthday, I’ve had this forever!! Big insp from HQ meme bot

"Wha-I don't want to hear this from assholes who bought a gingerbread house making kit only to eat the pieces and suck the frosting out of the bag it came with," Iwaizumi points accusingly.

Matsukawa shrugs and Hanamaki raises his hands in surrender. "In my defense- it's hard to resist gingerbread, Christmas is the only time of year I get it." Iwaizumi looks to Matsukawa.

"Frosting... is good." He says simply.

Oikawa grumbles. "What good is it to have a gingerbread house making contest if the competitors eat the supplies."

"I love you," Hanamaki sings flatly and strums a badly tuned acoustic guitar with complete gusto, "-bitch." He points meaningfully at Matsukawa.

"And I'm never gonna leave you," Hanamaki strums the guitar again loudly and sings slightly off-key, "-bitch."

Matsukawa watches him impassively from the drums and when Hanamaki goes for the creative musical solo, a music store worker comes up to them with an annoyed look and kindly asks them to leave.

Iwaizumi scowls and pulls open the door. "Honestly, I don't even know why I-" he stops.

Oikawa frowns. "Iwa-chan, why did you..." He trails off and peers over Iwaizumi's shoulder.

The team sat in the dark meeting room in a circle with joined hands, the only light in the room was a cellphone placed in the middle. Probably because the fire hazard issue with candles. "If there is a spirit here," Hanamaki says with the utmost seriousness. "Please knock Oikawa out." Kindaichi gives Iwaizumi a desperate look from where he kneels, clutching Kunimi and Watari. Yahaba glances at Oikawa nervously.

"He's the pretty one." Matsukawa adds helpfully. Hanamaki glares at Matsukawa.

"Now the spirit is going to think I'm Oikawa and knock me out, I'm the pretty one," he hisses.

"Oi-" Iwaizumi interrupts the seance finally. "Everyone get to bed! I don't know what stupid shit those two started but it's going to be lights out and everyone in bed in two minutes."

When there's a silence in response he crosses his arms. "Is that understood?" There's a chorus of uneasy affirming and sweaty hands letting each other go. Just as Matsukawa opens his mouth to say something, Kunimi slumps over on his side, bumping Kindaichi's leg. Kindaichi goes as pale as a sheet of paper. "He's unconscious." He says in a trembly voice. Hanamaki looks offended and puts a hand to his chest.

"What the fu-hey, I'm supposed to be the pretty one," he argues into the air. Matsukawa pats his thigh consolingly. There's multiple alarming shouts and clamoring and Iwaizumi drags a hand down his face. Kunimi sleeps on, undisturbed.

"I don't know why you're crushing on him," Oikawa sniffs. "Look at Iwa-chan, at least he has redeeming qualities." They both look over to where an Iwaizumi is talking to Yahaba, sleeves rolled up and blissfully unaware of all the ogling he's receiving. "He could sneeze on a pickle jar and the lid would pop right off!"

"First of all, that's disgusting. Secondly, Hanamaki can open pickle jars just fine and didn't Iwaizumi threaten to smash a jar over your head once because you were groping his arms?" Matsukawa lists off and raises a thick but well kept brow. "Also what do you mean crushing on him, he's my boyfriend."

He waves. "Semantics. By the way, where the hell is Hanamaki?" Oikawa asks, looking around with a squint. Hanamaki is nowhere to be seen. Matsukawa sighed deeply and put a hand over his heart and stared off to the distance forlornly.

"Hey what the hell is he looking at?" Iwaizumi walks over and nods at Matsukawa, staring at the gym wall or a possibly unamused and equally uncomfortable Kunimi.

"He's being stupid-"

"Hanamaki is in detention."

"What," Iwaizumi said in disbelief. “Why?”

"Wrote 'sickass motherfucker' on an English essay we were supposed to do. Printed it out and turned it in."

Oikawa and Iwaizumi look at each other. "I miss you, babe," Matsukawa sighs again and pulls out his phone to snapchat a very close picture of his expressionless double-chinned face and a large caption of 'Send Nudes' to Hanamaki.

"And they say romance is dead." Oikawa sniffs.

In an empty classroom in the morning before class, there's Oikawa screaming, running around desks trying to avoid a pencil wielding Iwaizumi. "It's not my fault you don't know acronyms!" Oikawa screeches, darting around desks. He's got the disadvantage of being on the opposite side of the classroom door.

"You could have told me like a normal human being but no, you waited till there was a teacher behind me?!" Iwaizumi roared, cheeks blazing red.

"'TBH' isn't hard to figure out, Iwa-chan!" He yells and throws a poorly crumpled paper ball at Iwaizumi. It doesn't deter the other in any way and bounces off his shoulder harmlessly.

Off to the side, Hanamaki clutches his sides and gasps for air. "T-The Butt Hole," he wheezes and slaps his desk, "He tho-thought! TBH was-!" Hanamaki cackles.

Matsukawa is softly chanting "Stab him, stab him, stab him," and it rises louder and louder every time Iwaizumi lunges for Oikawa with a mechanical pencil.

Hanamaki groans and throws his pencil across the room and it sails over Iwaizumi's shoulder and hits the wall he's leaning on. Iwaizumi doesn't even blink or snap like he usually would, the air that passes through his lips is less of a sigh and more like an exhalation of his soul. His biology textbook has been open on the same page for the past half hour.

Oikawa is passed out face down on a backpack with a timer counting down for a 15 minute nap. Matsukawa jerks awake at the thump of the pencil hitting the wall and the pink highlighter he was holding to a textbook skitters off the page. Not that it did much considering how much was already highlighted. "Fuck, I hate finals," Matsukawa whines for the nth time.

"I'm not meant for education," Hanamaki says empathetically. He glances at the clock and 3:17 AM glares at him in red. They're quiet aside from Oikawa's soft muffled snoring.

"Guys," Iwaizumi says in an uncharacteristically small voice. They perk up from where they lay on the worksheet strewn bed and look over.

"Will you guys still love me when I no longer ball so fucking hard?" Iwaizumi looks up at them with red-bull-induced despair and wide, adorably sleep deprived teary eyes that shouldn't belong so well on a muscular heartthrob of a volleyball team who literally challenged the basketball captain to a thumb-wrestling contest with the morning gym schedule on the line.

"I coulda swore I would be the one in the emotional crisis this time around," Hanamaki mutters softly as Matsukawa clamors down from the bed to Iwaizumi. Sheets of papers fall but he heeds them no mind.

"Of course we'll love you. Don't worry, you'll always ball hard," Matsukawa shoves a pencil in between the biology textbook as a place marker and shoves it off Iwaizumi's lap with a loud thud. Oikawa doesn't stir. He clumsily sits in its place. Matsukawa is already tall as it is and it's a slightly awkward crouch but he pulls Iwaizumi's sniffling face to his chest and clutches him close. "You'll always ball so hard, Iwaizumi. So fucking hard."

Iwaizumi just trembles and Matsukawa can't tell if it's the fourth can of red-bull kicking in or it's emotions but he affectionately pats down the spiky brown hair. His arms wind around and hug Matsukawa. Hanamaki isn't even phased, "Yeah," he adds helpfully. He rifles through his backpack and pulls out a packet of wasabi peas he forgot to have for lunch. He tosses them down next to them. "We love you. Oikawa too," he adds as an afterthought.

Oikawa's phone alarm rings and Oikawa mutes it without looking at it and peels himself off the backpack. There's pink indents on his face and he takes a long moment before squinting his eyes open and looking at where Matsukawa has now taken to feeding Iwaizumi wasabi peas in his lap with whispering reassurances.

"Seriously?" He asks, voice rough but toneless with borderline-grade-at-stake-studying-exhaustion. He’s been riding on 10 hours of sleep for the past three days

"Don't even," Hanamaki threatens mildly with a protractor. "We literally madeout with you last time this happened because you were convinced we all secretly hated you"

"...That's fair." Oikawa mutters tiredly, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Send nudes” Matsukawa says rather loudly and sudden in the silence of a perfectly good lunch.

Hanamaki gets up and leaves.

Minutes later, Matsukawa’s phone pings, he checks it. “Nice,” he says with emphasis.

#hanamatsu #matsuhana #matsukawa issei #Hanamaki takahiro #iwaoi #oiiwa #hanamatsuiwaoi #if you squint kinda #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #seijoh #seijou #aobajousai #haikyuu

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sarahfama · 7 years ago

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Theoretically, students can make it through all four-plus years of college without ever setting foot in the library. But why on earth would you want to do that?

Libraries are awesome, and the J. Paul Leonard Library at San Francisco State University has some particularly cool features that can significantly improve your student experience.

8. No Laptop? No worries.

Murphy’s Law says that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” I’ve had students lose laptops on buses and trains, and leave laptops hundreds of miles away while visiting family over breaks. I’ve had students whose homes and cars were broken into, their laptops stolen. I’ve had students whose computers unexpectedly crashed, bricked, and fried.

Losing your laptop sucks. (Especially if you forgot to back up your work. Always back up your work. Use Google Drive or Dropbox or even just email your latest draft to yourself whenever you make major additions or alterations.)

When Murphy’s Law bites you in the hard drive, stay calm and library on. You can visit one of the library’s several computer labs or even check out a laptop for anywhere from four hours to thirty days, allowing you to retrieve all those assignments and keep going — because you backed up your work.

7. Google-fu failing you? Library research assistance to the rescue!

…And I mean literally failing you. If you aren’t using any sources for your college writing assignments beyond what you can scrounge up in basic web searches, you’re going to start having a very hard time very quickly.

At first, doing research in academic databases (much less the actual stacks of academic books and journals) may seem intimidating; it’s like trying to find your way in a country where you may not speak the language and you’re unfamiliar with the local customs.

Like the quaint British custom of “not being completely goddamn oblivious”

You know the stereotype of the “ugly American” tourist who just stomps around shouting louder in English at people who don’t speak it, and who complains that they don’t do things in Oslo/Cairo/Chiang Mai/La Paz the way they do in Muskogee? Using basic web searches when you should be doing academic research isn’t nearly as gauche, but it is a symptom of a cultural adjustment — to an important part of academic culture.

Happily, the world is a pretty friendly place, and when you ask for help politely (even if you “ask” mostly via gestures and a few badly mispronounced phrases), you’ll find that people are usually enthusiastic about introducing newcomers to their culture. At the library, they’re almost aggressively happy to help: you can instant message, call, text, email, watch videos, use web-based how-to guides, drop in, or even make an appointment to work with a subject librarian to get in-depth research consultation.

It’s like a personal tour guide, a butler, and a concierge got together and had a magical library baby who lives to help you. Start seeing the sights — you’ve got the intellectual world at your fingertips.

6. Find some Silence in the Library

No, Whovians, not that Silence in the Library.

Which is a good thing, because I would be less excited about sending you to the library if I felt there was a chance you’d be eaten by invisible microscopic alien piranhas hiding in the shadows.

But did you know that the SFSU library has multiple spaces set aside for quiet study? Because sometimes you’re trying to study with friends or at home, but the noise starts to drive you crazy until you just can’t take the yapping and the snapping and the tapping and you just want to leap up and shout —

But you can escape those distractions in a quiet study space.

Thanks, library!

5. Get your group project going full steam in a group meeting space.

I know a great joke about group projects (and by “great” I mean terrible):

At my funeral, I want everyone who I’ve ever been in a group project with to be a pallbearer, so they can let me down one last time.

Group projects can be…challenging. The library doesn’t check out cattle prods (as far as I know) so there may be very little you can do if your group members aren’t very motivated; nor do they offer drones mounted with tracking devices and tranquilizer darts (again, as far as I know — you’re welcome to inquire further), so if a group member goes totally AWOL there’s not much you can do to pull them back into a productive orbit.

What the library does offer are a number of handy meeting spaces, including reservable group study rooms with whiteboards, wifi connections, and everything you need to collaborate with two to twelve of your favorite people.

4. Ran out of ink at home? J. Paul Leonard has your back.

It’s the moment every college student dreads: you’re printing out a major assignment worth what feels like 160% of your grade, and page one prints out looking…faded. Page two? Barely legible. At page three, your printer hacks out a final consumptive cough and the ink dies completely, leaving you with a dozen blank pages that should have been filled with your scintillating argument about the causes of the Boer War.

In this moment, you hate your printer. You want to destroy your printer and all that it represents!

But don’t go full Office Space on it yet. You’ve got a deadline to meet!

Hurry — grab your laptop or email/upload your final draft where you can easily access it, and run, don’t walk, to the library. You can print there.

One caveat: don’t expect to be able to waltz in and out in minutes, at least not during peak times of year such as midterms and finals. You will not be the only person whose printer gave up the ghost, and there are also plenty of people who use the library printers as their regular printing method.

Plan ahead and give yourself plenty of time to print before assignments are due — and if Murphy’s Law kicks in and literally everything goes wrong, contact your instructor as soon as things start to go pear-shaped, attach the assignment to an email to show them you completed it before the deadline, and ask if you can get an extension on the paper copy.

3. Fuel up on coffee at Peet’s.

Some of us need our coffee in the morning. By which I mean throughout the morning, in a continuous infusion. And then again in the afternoon, as a pick-me-up. None in the evening, of course, unless it’s a shot of espresso over ice cream — or unless we need to be up late working on a project.

I could really use a coffee right now.

Because it would have been silly to ask people to walk the hundred or so yards to the nearest coffee shop in the student center, there’s a Peet’s inside the Library, in a kiosk in the middle of the first floor.

In theory, this makes getting coffee incredibly quick and convenient. In practice? Give yourself plenty of time to get your fix delicious beverage, since at peak times the line at Peet’s can extend most of the way through the lobby.

Pictured: The line at Peet’s during finals.

2. Snag great deals at the used bookstore.

Channel your inner Belle and pick up your next book at the booksale room on the first floor (in room 120 A, near the book drop). Although small, the Friends of the Library bookstore seems to turn over its inventory frequently — and the books are so cheap, it’s easy to splurge without hurting your pocketbook.

If you’re trying to stock up more texts relevant to your major or intended major, this is the bookstore for you; I suspect a lot of the donations here come from professors cleaning out their offices, as you can frequently spot insane deals on older editions of textbooks and scholarly works.

1. Oh yeah, and the library is also a library!

So you can also find articles and check out books. For free!

You aren’t even limited to the SFSU library’s collection. If you need a book and it’s not available at SFSU, you can almost certainly get it through the inter-library loan service CSU+ or iLLiad.

Once you’ve followed the advice above and learned how to use some of the library’s research tools, you can search for articles from the comfort of your own home using the online databases.

The library also has an amazing collection of films, music, theses written by former students, and archival materials. Heck, the library even contains another library. The Sutro Library, on the fifth and sixth floors, is a California State Library and has a massive genealogy collection, as well as a massive selection of rare items (including a selection of Shakespeare Folios) and publications.

So what are you waiting for? Go live it up at the library.

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Level up your SFSU Library game with these 8 tips Theoretically, students can make it through all four-plus years of college without ever setting foot in the library.

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brainrattlers · 8 years ago

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I Hope I Can Handle It? (Pt 2/?)

Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - F/Reader is in a long-distance relationship with her man. Traveling for the holidays!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F/reader

Words: 2665

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff. Mention of potential sexy times. Maybe there is cursing? I can’t even remember. There might be. Be prepared for it either way.

A/N: Yup… here is part 2. I didn’t intend to post it this early, but I was feeling it for some reason. Tags are open, and those are at the bottom! Y/F/N = Your Friend’s Name

Get caught up! (Think You Can Handle It?) (IHICHI Pt 1)

The next day was a blur of getting things ready. Checks and rechecks of your bags, making sure you had your camera and memory cards, clothes, toiletries. You had to keep telling yourself it wasn’t like you were going camping, if you forgot something, you could run to the store. Hell, there was a good chance Seb would probably have most everything on hand too. You were completely anxious though, counting almost the MINUTES until you needed to hit up the airport to head out.

You spent a little time at Mama J’s, working in the back office, looking at a few property options. Checking out floor plans, what utilities would run in those locations, and how seating would work. Spread out in front of you were a few inspiration boards, including some paint and fabric swatches, and photos you cut from magazines. Mama J came back to check on you, asking if you wanted some lunch. She noticed the fabrics and paints, sighing softly.

“Child, don’t get so wrapped up in this, I still haven’t quite figured out how to make it all happen yet. It will, but I need to save up a bit more anyway. I appreciate all the enthusiasm though. Keeps me motivated.”

“Mama J, if you don’t mind me asking, how much more do you need? Maybe we can get something going to make it all happen faster.”

“I don’t want to talk money,” Mama J looked a little sad, “There is still a chunk that I need to get, would like to upgrade some of the kitchen for the new location. Patience, child. What is meant to happen, will happen.”

The timer in the kitchen was beeping, and Mama J scurried off as you grabbed your phone to look up what a new restaurant-grade equipment would cost, and your eyes went wide. You suddenly understood that it was going to take a bit longer to save up to upgrade. Some gears in your head started turning, but was interrupted by a text message.

“24 hours! Cannot wait to see you!”

“Still picking me up at the airport?”

“Of course. Text me when you leave, and I’ll find where I’m meeting you at. I might have a late night tonight, so no call tonight I don’t think, but one more sleep until I see you. *heart emoji*”

You chuckled to yourself. You’d never expect Sebastian to put little hearts all over texts, but it was adorable.

“Yup, I will babe. One more sleep, until I get to sleep next to you. *winking emoji*”

Mama J smiled at the sight of you smiling so big as you texted. She knew she did good. As a surprise, she set down a plate of meat and potato colțunași in front of you. You ate up while you continued doing a little research on kitchen appliances. Mama J disappeared for a while during the lunch rush, but came back a few hours later to take a break and count out the register.

“I was doing some thinking, what would you think about maybe having investors, maybe even some partners, in the new location? That would certainly help with the up-front costs.” You questioned her, unsure of what her response would be, but hoped it wouldn’t offend her. She got quiet, but not in an upset way, more of a thinking of a good response way.

“I don’t know how I’d feel about it. I don’t like taking money from strangers… I don’t like taking money from family though either. If I did, I think I’d have to be super comfortable with whomever was investing, and I would have to pay them back.”

“You know that defeats the purpose of an investor, right?” You both chuckled.

“I know, but it just feels like cheating or something. I want to be able to prove I can do this on my own.” Mama J swooped the emptied plate out from in-front of you, and patted your head. “Thank you for trying to help me out though, but I’ve got this.”

You nodded, and looked at your watch, realizing most of the afternoon had slipped by. Thanking Mama J for lunch, you left the info you compiled to her to look at while you were going to be away. She hugged you tight before you left.

“You hug that man of yours for me, please? And wish him and his family a Merry Christmas for me!” You hugged her again.

“Of course Mama J. And a Merry Christmas to you. You’ve got Skype set up, right? Just in case I want to call, yeah?” She nodded, and shooed you out the door with a laugh, wishing you a safe trip and a Merry Christmas as well.

Heading home, you grabbed some Chinese food on the way, and sat down in your living room, staring at your suitcase. Not able to help yourself, you snapped a photo of it, and posted it to Instagram.

Ready to see what the Big Apple has to offer! 18 hours, @imsebastianstan!

Not moments after posting, the comments started pouring in, squeals and people saying they were glad you were still together. Questions of what plans were, if you would meet up with them. And of course there were the haters that are always online, but you were starting to get pretty good at ignoring those comments.

Finishing dinner, you did a last check of things that needed to come with you. Bag repacked for about the 8th time, you made sure your plane tickets were on your phone, alarms set to make sure you woke up on time (not that you’d be able to sleep tonight, of course). Finally crawling into bed, you inhaled deeply, realizing you weren’t going to feel the comfort of your blankets and pillows, and snuggled in deep. Of course you then also realized that you’d be snuggling into something, nay, someone else in less than 24 hours.

You grabbed your phone, clearing off notifications, until you saw one that, despite it happening on the regular anymore, made your heart skip a beat.

Imsebastianstan liked your post.

Of course he did.

Sleep took hold, and although tossing and turning all night, you did get a bit of sleep off and on before your alarm on your phone went off. Squinting, you noticed the text indicator blinking.

“See you soon, babygirl!”

You smiled, simply sending an emoji of a kiss print. Hopping out of bed, taking a quick shower, you grabbed your things as Y/F/N knocked on the door to take you to the airport.

“I’m going to miss you, Y/N. What if Sebastian kidnaps you and you’re stuck in New York City forever?”

You laughed. “I hadn’t thought of that, but I could think of far worse things happening. If it does happen? Well maybe you’ll just need to come visit!”

Helping you get your bag from the back of her car at the airport, Y/F/N hugged you tight, and wished you safe travels. You promised to text as soon as you landed.

You checked your bag, you found your gate. Boarded the plane, and were relieved to find that you weren’t seated next to any unruly children. Right before takeoff, you texted Sebastian with a little airplane emoji and an arrow in the direction you were flying. You put on your headphones, and caught a couple minutes of sleep, when your neighbor accidentally woke you up before the pilot announced it was time to land. Once safely on the ground, you checked your phone, texting Y/F/N, and found a notification that Sebastian had tagged you on Instagram.

Quickly opening the app, you found the post in question. Sebastian was holding a paper in front of his face, covering it from his cheeks down, but you could see him wearing his newsboy cap, eyes crinkling with a smile hidden behind the sign with “@(y/instagram handle)”, captioned “At the airport! @(y/instagram handle) is almost here!” You double-tapped the image, and not a minute later Sebastian texted.

“Are you at gate 62b?”

“Yes, but stuck on plane waiting for a section of travelers to move ahead of me. Meet me outside the baggage claim?”

“Of course. Tell them to hurry! Don’t they know I have a beautiful woman to hug and swing around and kiss passionately?”

You smiled, and tapped back “see you soon!”

Time was dragging. All you wanted to do was get off the plane, get some non-recirculated fresh air, and see him. You “saw” him nearly every day via Skype, but this was different. You were going to get to feel him. Smell him. Taste him. Those three senses had been grossly neglected because of Skype. Rather, the distance. At least Skype gave you the ability to see and hear him. Once you were off the plane and into the gate area, you quickly found your way to the baggage claim, and waited impatiently. Finally you say your bag on the conveyor, grabbed it and damn near RAN for the door. Rounding the corner, your heart skipped a beat.

There he was. Smile as bright as the sun, hair tucked under his cap, holding up his sign for you with one hand, roses in the other. His eyes were glistening, and you could tell he was like an excited little puppy, almost wiggling wanting to get to you. Tossing your bag down, he dropped the sign and held his arm out as you ran toward him, pulling you in so close, nearly picking you up off the ground one-handed. You stood there holding him tight, him inhaling the scent of your hair and it triggering the memory of the night you spent at the park. And then the next day together. He missed it. He missed YOU.

Finally letting go of your torso, he handed you the flowers you were sniffing, but slowly pushed them away from your face. Sebastian’s knuckle and thumb captured your chin, lifted it up, and kissed you. And of course Sebastian being Sebastian, wrapped his arms around you, dipping you down backward. Few fellow travelers whistled and clapped as the man kissed his woman. The both of you started laughing at the reactions, with Sebastian nearly dropping you from giggling too much.

“Aww baby girl, I missed you so much. But you’re here. You are finally here! How was your flight?” The questions started coming at you fast and furious as you picked up your bags, Sebastian making grabby hands at the suitcase to carry it for you. “What did you pack in here?”

Remembering the extra weight of jars, you reminded yourself about lunch from Mama J.

“I know it sounds silly, but I did bring a taste of home with me… Mama J insisted. So hopefully you didn’t have a big lunch planned…”

A smile crept over Sebastian’s face.

“If we can though, I need to hit up a grocery to get a few little things to make it magic.”

After finding the car that was picking the two of you up, a small detour was made to a corner store to pick up a few necessities, like bread and cheese. You hoped he had a griddle in his apartment. Never can tell with boys what kitchen utensils they may (or may not) have.

Arriving at his building, Sebastian insisted you carry the few groceries, and he carried your bags to the elevator. Pressing the button to his floor, he leaned in and kissed you. You smirked as he finally pulled away as the bell alerted you to the door opening. Leading you down the hall, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door slowly, ushering you inside. What you found surprised you a little bit. Having seen bits and pieces of his home while skyping, you were able to put it all together. It wasn’t a total bachelor pad, but it wasn’t the magazine-perfect apartment you were almost expecting. Instead, it was nicely furnished, with an overstuffed chair and sofa, a wall of books, and a large TV punctuating the living room. Fluffy blankets hung over the chair, and soft looking pillows sat on the sofa. There wasn’t a feeling of stuffiness or the fear of touching things. It looked inviting… comfortable. It felt like home.

Sebastian grabbed you, and kissed you again, holding you tight.

“Babe, why are you so kissy? Not that I mind of course…” you questioned all of the affection. He cupped your cheeks, and kissed your nose.

“Because,” (kiss) “I need” (kiss) “to make up” (kiss) “for all the” (kiss) “kisses” (kiss) “we’ve missed out” (kiss) “on.” You smiled, giggling with each kiss, before pulling him back to your lips for a long kiss that left you both breathless, borderline dizzy. Sebastian smirked as he led you to the bedroom right off the bat, your luggage in tow.

“Sweetie, I uh, well I was hoping that we could make lunch first.. Remember groceries?”

“Duh babe, I was just dropping off your luggage and letting you see at least where you are sleeping… and to get whatever Mama J sent you out with. But I figured just in case, I wasn’t going to snoop through your luggage, I don’t know what you packed!”

You smiled, squeezing his hand as you took the large suitcase out of Sebastian’s grasp and placed it on the bed gently, admiring the quilt over it, and the number of pillows… including a body pillow. Sebastian must have caught your slight chuckle as you looked over the bed.

“What? A couple of those are for you… I figure sharing a pillow might be a little weird.”

“But the body pillow?”

“Um, that… is mine. I saw yours before I left… and it was really comfy, so I got one for myself.”

“Hold it at night pretending it is someone?”

Sebastian squinted at you. “Maybe?” He smiled and pulled you to him, falling on the bed, avoiding your bag. His giggles were infectious, and you couldn’t stop the smile from widening on your face as you curled up into him. The two of you lay there, intertwined, for a few moments. Finally, you broke the news that if lunch was going to be made, you’d have to get up. And after a few attempts of actually getting up and out of bed, with Sebastian pulling you back to him, you were up, smacking his hand away like a small child trying to grab sweets from the shelves at the store.

Unzipping your bag slowly, you pulled the well-packed jars from the bag, rezipping the bag and heading out of the bedroom, back to the kitchen. Sebastian followed close behind. You unbagged the items from the corner store, and asked where his griddle was. Surprisingly, he had one (which makes making grilled cheese sandwiches so much easier), and you sat it on the stove, heating up in preparation for the coming ingredients. Opening drawers to find utensils, you then opened the fridge with a little bit of a shock, only finding vegetables in it.

“Crap,” It dawned on you. “He’s on a diet because he’s bulking up for Infinity Wars.” Your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the freezer and saw chicken. Chicken on every shelf.

“Hey, uh, babe? Am I going to wreck your diet? I wasn’t even thinking…”

You felt his arms wrap around your midsection, his lips finding your neck.

“I can cheat every once in awhile, but be prepared, I eat like 5-6 times a day. And it is chicken and veggies.” Your face contorted in sadness and frustration. “I’ll just have to work a little harder those days, that’s all. AND that reminds me, I have an early present for you.”

You raised an eyebrow as Sebastian dug something out of his pocket, kneeling down in front of you. It felt as if you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Tagging: @dawn121, @sceaterian, @pennyroyalcreep

#sebastian stan x reader #sequel to think you can handle it?#why is seb down on one knee?

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giggles63world · 6 years ago

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This is the result of a misdiagnosis. A broken rib should never have been ignored and I should never have been forgotten or maimed further by ignorance and lables

From the ashes of a forgotten life, my book GIVE ME A SECOND – my walk through MEDICAL MADNESS, is finally published. After 34 years I close the chapter on medical abuse and show the world the truth of the in-between’s of an injured worker, who was misdiagnosed and crucified because nobody believed I had a broken rib…….

This video tells the story of my journey. And if I died tomorrow, I would knowing that my words are out there….and the truth I hope will change the corrupt Workers Compensation system we have to fight with and deal with daily as our losses accumulate.

God kept me alive for this reason….

This video gives you an idea what hides under the carpet..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDGctIQRGnA One day I will get the compensation for this medical madness…..until I do, I FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF INJURED WORKERS

May God have mercy on their souls.

My past abusive childhood had nothing to do with my mind or my broken rib in 1985. I left one world of abuse behind me, only to have known 6 years of freedom….

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I’m coming back out……and may God have mercy on the people I face from the past with my book GIVE ME A SECOND….the true in betweens of this medical madness and ignorance….God made me a poet for a reason and kept me alive for this reason alone….

JUSTICE FOR INJURED WORKERS

Giggles the poet

MY BOOK “GIVE ME A SECOND” is a lifetime of poetry on patterns we need to speak up on and change. I wont’ be taken out of this world so easily, many have tried when I was a child, and they failed……

The publisher didn’t want to print the truth, but it’s already out there…..either way…nobody will ever know the whole story, but one thing I can say is that WSIB thinking my childhood caused PSTD which caused my broken rib…….not a chance…God gave me a stronger mind to survive what I did. And a muscle problem is far different than a broken rib in our back…..I said I’d be back…and it’s just a matter of time…..

http://www.gigglespoet.com Awareness and Inspiration. My site will be up in a few weeks…and I’ll let you know so you can visit 🙂

This is the poem that my book GIVE ME A SECOND is based on the in between’ s so many forgot. Too big to fit in the book…but something that won’t be forgotten….

MY STORY MY TRUTH! MY WALKTHROUGH MEDICAL MADNESS

Don’t let this happen to you. We can be the change the world needs to see

This poem couldn’t fit in the book, but it tells a summary of my story.

MEDICAL MADNESS

Old memories plague me in the darkness

And as they rear their ugly head

They only remind me of all that I’ve lost

My life, my freedom, and my children are dead

Dear God, please forgive my anger

For these many transgressions that I see

But all the madness that I have lived through

Almost got the better of me

I have no need for food or sleep

What I crave most are the sun and air

But, when I look out the window of my sanctuary

I see no signs of the truth out there

Dear God, it’s you I’ve turned to the most

For answers, for courage and faith

And as I read these medical reports of cruelty

Anger washes over me, replacing the hate

My Lord, I have, but five days to go

Can I hold onto the hope this doctor will come to my aid?

I can’t close my eyes; I can’t find any rest

From the pain these surgeons continually create

I see clearly such torture in one operation

And I shake with the echo of hearing my pleas

During this procedure, I felt what they were doing

And when I slipped into unconsciousness, fear followed me

When I woke up in recovery, I felt only doom

Because all I’ve done for so long was cry and beg

Now I felt something different when I turned on my machine

The current was not reaching my back but was running down both my legs

The first surgeon that implanted this medical device

Offered me a choice between paralysis and pain

And as I read these words again in my medical file

It leaves me reeling in sorrow, reeling in shame

Once again, I was sent back to my prison of silence

I lost the job that I loved and my friends of nine years

I kept searching for help, but no one would touch me

And each night I lay down, on my pillow of tears

It took three long years to find another surgeon

He said he would operate and put the wires in place

He smiled as he spoke and promised to help

I smiled back through my fear, as I looked up at his face

I believed what he promised, but I felt like a fool

As I waited daily in my bed for his call

Depression took over, as days turned into months

He couldn’t be reached; I was climbing the walls

My doctor’s husband took over and went to his office

Not leaving until he got my surgery date

Workers Compensation harassed me, wouldn’t leave me in peace

They wanted me back to work, and they wouldn’t wait

The day finally came; I had my fifth operation

Another stranger opened me up, creating a mess

When I woke up much later, I felt such foreboding

I turned on my machine, and I screamed from the stress

Something was wrong; the current was closer

But, it still gave me no comfort as it had done years before

I looked up at my doctor, and as I was being sedated

I wondered how I would get over being sliced open once more

Two weeks later, I was back for my next operation

I tried to prepare my mind for what was to come

This sixth operation was finally completed

I went home feeling gratitude for what he had done

Alone with my sorrow, my body felt mangled

I recovered slowly a few more years gone

I asked God for assistance in clearing my heart

As I tried to forgive the ones who had done me wrong

Five years passed and I got lost in depression and pills

Now, I needed Workers Compensation to help me update my skills

The office software had changed from five years ago

And when I asked my adjudicator for help, but I received a flat “No.”

I was still in grave shock as I hung up the phone

There was no one beside, me I felt completely alone

I needed some hope I then called her manager

The kindness in his voice helped soothe some of my anger

I have paid into this system from the time I was ten

They cared nothing about me or the hell I’d been in

I asked them for help; their stoic response caused me shame

It seemed every report they wrote, said, “I had low back pain”

I questioned my pension wondering what that was based on

When I told them the truth, they treated me like a con

I asked them why would I lie, or pretend to have pain?

They paid me such meager wages; I had nothing to gain

These machines, they paid thousands of dollars for, electrocuted me twice

I know if it happened again, death would be rolling the dice

The adjudicator asked me nothing, and they cared even less

My depression got worse, my mind and body were a mangled mess

When I cried on the phone, they had no empathy

They said those were the rules; they had to follow policy

I had to hustle my body, even though I was a wreck

Other resources wouldn’t help me, and I would receive no cheque

It has been twenty-nine years and all that I know

Are the mangled scars on my back, things that won’t show

I still fight in a system that refuses to care

And each day I ask God, what’s the reason I’m here?

Giggles the Poet

March 13, 2014

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON THEIR SOULS….

A broken rib in 1985 and a misdiagnosis, caused the biggest challenge I would ever experience in my life, altering my life, causing me to lose two pregnancies, dreams, and almost my mind, and body, sending me on a fight for my life, human rights, and medical attention that always came much too late, to find a doctor to acknowledge I had a broken rib and not “Rhomboid muscle strain.” and not PSTD. This was more than muscle problems.

Misdiagnosis happens more than we think, or hear about. To think that a simple broken rib would cause such so much internal damage, heartache, losses, and destruction in this day is a crime, that we as a society must stop and change. Take the Workers Compensation Board, down and out. Replacing it with a place that cares, helps and supports the injured workers and their families.

Instead of being helped, we are crucified, thrown aside, harassed, called liars, sent into a deeper depression, incurring more injuries and living in poverty.

This picture is the result of six unnecessary operations I suffered after the broken rib was removed in 1986, almost a year later. The result of that first of seven operations was that I was left with nerve damage that caused further problems and pain.

Further injuries and the implantation of medical devices that were forgotten and never monitored causing more internal damage and problems. And Workers Compensation seems to know nothing about, and as they said “I DON’T CARE”, but the lies I see in the reports they sent out will one day reach someone who will care. Reports that only caused more judgements and crucified me in the process. I didn’t fit into their box!

I was implanted after the rib removal with a Medtronic Neurotransmitter, (spinal column stimulator.) This was inserted into my body in 1991, as an experiment, to stop nerve pain. Prior to my having this inserted in my thoracic spine, I was told it was only used for the lower extremities. So, I became the guinea pig they forgot to monitor and I paid the price and it almost cost me my life on two occasions.

This device would send 750 amps of electricity through my nervous system, stopping the pain. My miracle and my curse. I wore this device 24/7 and was able to return to the workforce and get off chemicals, at least for seven years….and for seven years I lived not in the past, but tried to rebuild my world.

I could never have any more children after I lost the 2nd child that was growing inside me. Everything was taken from me, time and again.

I was forgotten by everyone that was supposed to monitor this machine…..it became a part of me like breathing…..it did stop pain…it was my miracle, but a curse.

Unfortunately, I was left to suffer the consequences of this device malfunctioning seven years later, electrocuting me internally on two occasions while at new higher paying jobs. Had I not been at work, I would have died.

The machine suddenly went haywire and as the electricity rose in my body, I was paralysed, couldn’t cry out, could only cry silently, as my body contorted and my heart hurt almost beating out of my chest, I almost blacked out from the force. Had it not been for my co-workers unplugging the cord from the transmitter, or had I been anywhere else that day, it would have killed me.

These losses, children they took out of my body, electrocutions, seven unnecessary, botched surgeries, and further injuries have been swept under the carpet by each Workers Compensation adjudicator on my case. They didn’t care how much I had to fight each time for medical care and they still have no idea about what really happened, nor do they care. I searched for medical help that came much too late, delayed by an adjudicator.

If the rib had been acknowledged, I would never have had two children taken out of my body….and the losses continued accumulating, but for every loss God made up with beautiful words of poetry that kept me sane, helping me find a better perspective on looking at the situations I was up against.

I never got time to mourn any losses, I had to fight to live and find medical help which always came much too late. I was even thrown out of a hospital after having painful electricity running through my head, I was told by the emergency doctor to go to the U.S., or to another town. A neurosurgeon wasn’t called and I was given 5 muscle relaxants and told to go home……..They didn’t know about the device, or know how to help….and didn’t even try.

I can only pray that my experiences, won’t become the experience of someone else. I was twenty-two when this happened. I left a lifetime of abuse in Newfoundland only to be faced with more abuse that continued for 34 years.

A frightened young girl, in pain and up against some pretty big doctors….I thought my childhood was a nightmare….my future became worse…and I fought these battles, for the most part, requesting my medical case be investigated, but like my words, they were lost on many. WSIB didn’t investigate, I did…and what I found was truth and facts my publisher wouldn’t print……but the truth comes out regardless…

In 2010 I had my seventh operation to remove the machine, but the doctor couldn’t as it had grown into my spine and the wires couldn’t be found.

We need to make changes to the way we are treated by theBREAKING THE SILENCE-ENDING THE WAR My experiences with an unforgiving medical device-spinal-simulator

Workers Compensation Board and by the doctors who are like a revolving door, they write prescription after prescription without care, not investigating, nor looking us in the eye asking, “what is going on,” as in my case.

I will find retribution and find a way to make changes to this corrupt Workers Compensation Board that discards injured workers, causing more depression, injuries and sometimes death.

We don’t have a system that protects us when we are injured on the job, we have a system that puts us into a new “CONCENTRATION CAMP,” we are a number only and they do everything in their power to shame us, and we pay for being injured. It’s a system that buries their dead under outdated policies.

WE ARE MORE THAN A LABEL…AND MORE THAN A DISABILITY….

INSPIRATION IS OUR NAME

Now, I am a Counsellor and Empowerment coach running MOTIVERSITY School of Mind Management helping others become empowered by retraining and reprogramming negative thoughts, behaviours and eliminating patterns, limiting beliefs and fear that we didn’t know we carried from childhood…

I have no family to leave behind a legacy…that was taken away because of ignorance…..but my words will live forever…..that is for my children in heaven…. Now, I have a mission to complete, and I’m coming back like a tsunami…….

Wishing you all a great life and mind journey

Love and hugs

Giggles the Poet

For brain tips, strategies and free resources you are welcome to join my “Advice and healing page, links to free stuff”

I help you do the work…..

https://gigglespoet.com/

An inspiration for the mind…

time to turn the tables on these crimes and abuse that goes unnoticed…

http://www.gigglespoet.com my new website will be up soon and I’ll invite you over 🙂

As of this writing, these are the links for vendors that has my book available already. I am so stoked finally some truth out about Worker’s Compensation and our Canadian medical system the truth be known

https://www.amazon.com/Give-Me-Second-Perceptions-Inspirational-ebook/dp/B07FVLF9H9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1533917507&sr=8-1&keywords=9781543450637

https://www.kobo.com/ph/en/ebook/give-me-a-second

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/give-me-a-second-brenda-keough/1129135057?ean=9781543450637

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Brenda_Keough_Give_Me_a_Second?id=iThmDwAAQBAJ

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1417802767

https://www.microsoft.com/en-us/p/give-me-a-second/fgqpf3gzx4xx

https://www.7switch.com/en/ebook/9781543450637/give-me-a-second

https://www.booktopia.com.au/ebooks/give-me-a-second-brenda-keough/prod9781543450637.html

https://www.chegg.com/etextbooks/give-me-a-second-1st-edition-9781543450637-1543450636?trackid=748ea720&strackid=59e96322

God bless my angels, walk with love and light

Giggles the Poet

I still fight for compensation for the further injuries caused after my misdiagnosis, the losses of children, careers, and many lives I tried to rebuild. I’ve lived in isolation and grew in isolation, learning all I could to keep me going and growing stronger for the battle to come. Compensation pays me $6 hr…my 1985 wages. Despite working at new jobs getting $18. If it wasn’t for the electrocutions I’d still be in society. Because I didn’t fit into their labels and boxes, I was crucified…

I’m proud that I lived to see my book out. Now I close that chapter as I fight for justice and write another story……

May God have mercy on their souls…..

My angels, never back down and never give up…..find your voice and you’ll find freedom…

JUSTICE FOR INJURED WORKERS

A POET IS BORN

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I Hope I Can Handle It (Pt 2/?)

Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - Reader is in a long-distance relationship, and is traveling for the holidays to see her man.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Words: 2664

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff. Little bit of implied sexy times. Also I curse, and we know Sebastian does too. I can’t think of much else here.

A/N: Here is part 2!

(Part 1)

“Mama J, if you don’t mind me asking, how much more do you need? Maybe we can get something going to make it all happen faster.”

“24 hours! Cannot wait to see you!”

“Still picking me up at the airport?”

You chuckled to yourself. You’d never expect Sebastian to put little hearts all over texts, but it was adorable.

“Yup, I will babe. One more sleep, until I get to sleep next to you. *winking emoji*”

“You know that defeats the purpose of an investor, right?” You both chuckled.

“You hug that man of yours for me, please? And wish him and his family a Merry Christmas for me!” You hugged her again.

Heading home, you grabbed some Chinese food on the way, and sat down in your living room, staring at your suitcase. Not able to help yourself, you snapped a photo of it, and posted it to Instagram.

Ready to see what the Big Apple has to offer! 18 hours, @imsebastianstan!

You grabbed your phone, clearing off notifications, until you saw one that, despite it happening on the regular anymore, made your heart skip a beat.

Imsebastianstan liked your post.

Of course he did.

Sleep took hold, and although tossing and turning all night, you did get a bit of sleep off and on before your alarm on your phone went off. Squinting, you noticed the text indicator blinking.

“See you soon, babygirl!”

You smiled, simply sending an emoji of a kiss print. Hopping out of bed, you took a quick shower, and grabbed your things as Y/F/N knocked on the door to take you to the airport. The drive was surprisingly quick. Y/F/N dropped you off at the terminal, helping you unload your belongings.

“I’m going to miss you, Y/N. What if Sebastian kidnaps you and you’re stuck in New York City forever?”

You laughed. “I hadn’t thought of that, but I could think of far worse things happening. If it does happen? Well maybe you’ll just need to come visit!”

Helping you get your bag from the back of her car at the airport, Y/F/N hugged you tight, and wished you safe travels. You promised to text as soon as you landed.

“Are you at gate 62b?”

“Yes, but stuck on plane waiting for a section of travelers to move ahead of me. Meet me outside the baggage claim?”

“Of course. Tell them to hurry! Don’t they know I have a beautiful woman to hug and swing around and kiss passionately?”

You smiled, and tapped back “see you soon!”

Remembering the extra weight of jars, you reminded yourself about lunch from Mama J.

“I know it sounds silly, but I did bring a taste of home with me… Mama J insisted. So hopefully you didn’t have a big lunch planned…”

A smile crept over Sebastian’s face.

“If we can though, I need to hit up a grocery to get a few little things to make it magic.”

Sebastian grabbed you, and kissed you again, holding you tight.

“Babe, why are you so kissy? Not that I mind of course…” you questioned all of the affection. He cupped your cheeks, and kissed your nose.

“Sweetie, I uh, well I was hoping that we could make lunch first.. Remember groceries?”

“Duh babe, I was just dropping off your luggage and letting you see at least where you are sleeping… and to get whatever Mama J sent you out wish. But I figured just in case, I wasn’t going to snoop through your luggage, I don’t know what you packed!”

“What? A couple of those are for you… I figure sharing a pillow might be a little weird.”

“But the body pillow?”

“Um, that… is mine. I saw yours before I left… and it was really comfy, so I got one for myself.”

“Hold it at night pretending it is someone?”

“Crap,” It dawned on you. “He’s on a diet because he’s bulking up for Infinity Wars.” Your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the freezer and saw chicken. Chicken on every shelf.

“Hey, uh, babe? Am I going to wreck your diet? I wasn’t even thinking…”

You felt his arms wrap around your midsection, his lips finding your neck.

You raised an eyebrow as Sebastian dug something out of his pocket, kneeling down in front of you. It felt as if you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

(Part 3)

Tags: @dawn121, @sceaterian, @pennyroyalcreep

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