#licensing exam in 30 days

[kelticangel]

Tumblr has forever changed my interaction with the word "rotate"

When you're completing a factor analysis of intercorrelations among a set of test items to assess the test's construct validity, and you're instructed to simplify the interpretation of factors by "rotating them" in the factor matrix...

the appropriate affirmative response is not to nod and then state (internally) "Rotating them in my head!"

[bloodypeachblog]

I FUCKING GOT MY DRIVER'S PERMIT YESTERDAY!!!

Taglist for besties: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk

[foodtruckery]

Stanford making Stanley vote legally for the first time in thirty years

asd;lkjadsf ;hahahahahahaha shut the fuck up that's so funny to me. do you think ford was pissed when he got back and found out that the whole time stan was impersonating him he never went and voted?? so not only did he put ford on the no-fly list, but he also fucked up his voting record.

or, and hear me out here, what if stan has been voting all this time, and he has to drag ford out. man hasn't been in this dimension for 30 years and gets to re-experience the "joy" of the american election cycle, and keeps bringing up the way other dimensions choose/don't choose their rulers and figureheads. ford the kinda guy to be like ugh, this is abysmal, the way they handle things on Raycon#78 is much cleaner!

and then there's stan, bitching aggressively, because now he has to re-register, which means he has to get a renewed driver's license under his real name, which means sweet talking the DMV cause there ain't no way he's passing that eye exam but he also refuses to leave with just an ID card. and he has to get it all done by the end of october cause oregon doesn't do same-day registration and hey, ford, maybe now is a good time for steve pinington to reappear in gravity falls cause fuck that's a lot of work.

[spontaneousmilktea]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 52 days challenge ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

day 1/52 - 4 november

DAILY:

minimum 30 min study for driving license

minimum 15 min study polish

(before bed) read lessons for exams

follow morning and night routine

move my body (gym, pilates, stretching)

fuel my body right ( hit protein and cal goal, 2l of water, vitamins)

sleep more than 7 hours

finish any hw and studying that was assigned that day (if possible)

maximum 1 hour of social media

nail bath + massage

WEEKLY:

drive minimum 1 hour

oil hair

gua sha

everything shower

go x2 to tutoring

work 30 min towards my final project/ december project

[tumbleweed-palmer]

hi!!! i dont know if you write smut but im obsessed with the prompts you republished and i was wondering if you could write an jimmy x reader with prompts 3,22 and 30??

Welcome Home

Here you go! The smut wound up being pretty filthy. There is no real plot to be found here just smut. Obviously minors DNI.

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The bed felt way too big without him. She knew the thought was silly. Their bed wasn’t all that huge. It was just a standard Queen size bed. Honestly it was a step up from the beds they’d slept in together when they’d been living separately. 

Y/N could remember the first time she’d spent the night on Jimmy Palmer’s old bed, back when he’d had his own place. The mattress had been a little lumpy and the metal framed bed had creaked with every little movement. Needless to say, she’d not gotten a good night’s rest when she spent the night at Jimmy’s place. She had found that she didn’t mind too much though. A less than great night’s rest seemed well worth it due to the man sleeping beside her.

When they’d made the choice to move in together, a bed had been the very first thing on their list of things to purchase when it came time to consolidate or sell their belongings.

To tell the truth, Y/N had a feeling the bed only felt too large because she was all alone in it.

She tried hard not to let her loneliness swallow her alive.

She told herself that it was ridiculous to be so mopey. She was being pathetic for feeling so forlorn having to sleep on her own. 

She was being overdramatic. Jimmy would be back home soon enough. It wasn’t as though he was never coming home. 

When Jimmy had first come to her with the exciting news that Dr. Mallard had invited him to go to a medical examiners convention that was taking place down in Orlando, Florida, she’d had no other reaction than to share his enthusiasm.

She knew it was a wonderful opportunity for him. He’d get to make professional connections and talk to experts in a field he hoped to join once he passed his licensing exam. 

Of course after the initial enthusiasm she’d had to wrap her mind around the concept that there was such a thing as a medical examiners convention. She guessed it made sense. There were probably conventions for just about anything and anyone. 

It was hard not to feel excited for Jimmy even when he’d told her that the convention would be a four day event.

One big thing that had attracted Y/N to Jimmy was his enthusiasm. He was genuinely excitable about most things.

He was passionate about his job. He was proud to assist Dr. Mallard. He felt that his career ambitions provided him with a privilege to help give closure to those who the deceased left behind. He felt that he was lucky to have the opportunity to have someone as experienced and as respected as Ducky as his mentor. 

Jimmy was so enthusiastic about learning. He was open to expanding his mind and loved learning both inside and outside of the classroom. This was something Y/N had found incredibly attractive.

To be honest she’d always considered herself a little sapiosexual. She knew it sounded so pretentious, but she found intelligence to be incredibly sexy.

To her there was nothing hotter than when a guy could share knowledge with her. She found the sight of a guy reading far sexier than the sight of a guy throwing a football.

There was a fine line to this attraction of course. She was turned on by intelligence, but there was no bigger turn off than when someone had a superiority complex about their intelligence.

Nothing could make her more turned off than when someone thought that sharing new information with her meant talking down to her and assuming she needed something explained to her because she was far too dumb to understand it on her own.

She liked intelligence, but she hated arrogance.

To her relief Jimmy Palmer didn’t have an arrogant cell in his body.

He was delighted to share information with her, never making her feel dumb for having questions or needing clarification. He explained things with such an aura of enthusiasm that it never felt as though he was lording knowledge over her.

He was as sweet as he was intelligent.

She felt so lucky to be able to call him her boyfriend. They’d been together for over a year now and had recently made the decision to move in together.

She could honestly say she’d never been happier. It felt like she was a world away from the person she’d been over a year before.

She’d been a mess when she’d met Jimmy.

She’d met Abby first. 

Y/N was a probationary agent at NCIS. It was an opportunity she was grateful for. She wanted to work hard and earn her place on a team. It wasn’t an easy job. She had found herself building solidarity among her fellow probation agents. That solidarity had led to her bonding with one of her peers to the point of things becoming romantic. 

She’d fallen hard for a fellow probationary agent. 

She’d thought that things were going well. She’d even taken him home to meet her mom.

Apparently she was uninformed about the actual nature of their relationship. It seemed that she’d taken it far more seriously than him. His commitment issues had been far too deep to actually bind himself to her in a serious relationship. 

Her boyfriend had thought that it was a great idea to break up with her at work, by text message nonetheless. Apparently he just couldn’t bear to do it in person. So, he was not only a commitmentphobe, but a coward as well. 

Y/N had been crushed. 

She’d always been a hopeless romantic and had a tendency to get easily attached to people. It was a fault she was well aware of. She had a tendency to be a little too much, or at least that was what people tended to tell her.

She was known to let her heart get a little too carried away. It led to hurt and heartbreak more often than not. She also had the fault of being far too sensitive.

Usually she could compartmentalize her emotions well enough when it came to performing her job. Having her heart shattered at work by someone who she would most likely have no way of avoiding, was a little too much for her to compartmentalize as usual. 

So, there she was recently broken up with crying in a stall in the ladies bathroom in NCIS’ basement.

She’d been in the middle of her pity party when a voice had sounded out apparently taking notice of her sobbing though she was trying hard to be as quiet as possible. “Are you okay in there?”

She’d glanced down at the gap underneath the stall door, her brow furrowing at the pair of black platform boots that were visible through that small gap.

She’d felt her mouth run before her brain could stop it spilling her heart to the mystery person in platform boots behind the door. 

The owner of the boots had coaxed her into opening the stall door, revealing one Abby Sciuto. Abby had given Y/N a much needed peptalk and had decided at that moment to take Y/N under her wing.

Given Y/N current state, she’d seemed in dire need of a friend.  

The friendship with Abby had led to Y/N meeting everyone else in Abby’s inner circle including Jimmy Palmer.

Jimmy had liked Y/N from the start. However he’d been hesitant to make a move, being well aware that Abby was a bit protective over her new probationary agent friend. He’d been even more hesitant when he’d found out about the situation with Y/N’s ex. He’d assumed that given how things had ended with her ex, Y/N most likely wasn’t open to any future attempts at an office romance.

Abby had once again stepped in and saved the day it seemed. She’d talked Y/N into reserving two seats at a sip and paint course for them to attend during the weekend. The Friday before they were due to attend the course she’d conveniently had a family emergency. 

Y/N could remember realizing what Abby was up to when she’d spoken. “Don’t let the reservation go to waste. Give someone my seat. I know someone who would love to take my place. Jimmy is really into art. You should invite him.”

Y/N had ignored the fact that Abby had clearly planned this and had taken the bait.

Much to her shock Jimmy had taken the bait as well.

One date together and Jimmy and she had become inseparable. She’d shown him that she was in fact not against an office romance.

Jimmy had proven to her that he was quite the romantic. He openly doted on her and she tended to do the same in return.

The sweet adoring relationship they’d built had made Jimmy’s absence all the more distressing to Y/N.

Work provided a nice distraction at the very least, but when she was home she couldn’t help but to feel lonely. She would be lying if she tried to deny the fact that in Jimmy’s absence she had taken to sleeping in his t-shirts and found herself moving a little closer to his pillow simply because it smelled like him. 

She visibly perked up at the sound of her cell phone ringing the particular tone she was hearing attached to just the man she was missing. She practically launched across the bed over to the bedside table snatching up her phone. 

She spoke praying she wasn’t out of breath from her sudden frantic scramble across the bed. “Hey you.”

“Hi yourself.” Jimmy’s voice sounded out from the other end of the phone.

Y/N focused on tracing the pattern embroidered into one of the decorative pillows they kept on their bed. “So, how’s the convention today?”

She smiled at the obvious excitement in Jimmy’s voice as he replied to her question. “Great, I’ve been able to meet a lot of really interesting people so far. They’ve had some stories that could put Dr. Mallard’s to shame. I’ll have to tell you some of them when I get home, if I can actually remember all the details.”

She felt the smile grow all the more trying to keep her voice bright and sunny without a hint of how badly she missed him. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Jimmy was fast to respond. “Oh, and I got you a t-shirt….well, technically it’s a t-shirt for me…but I know by now my t-shirts are basically your t-shirts. I have a strong feeling you’re wearing one of my t-shirts right now.”

She felt a giggle leave her glancing down at the Georgetown t-shirt she’d snagged from Jimmy’s dresser the second she’d jumped out of the shower this evening. “I plead the fifth…wait, they actually have t-shirts at a medical examiner’s convention?”

“Oh yeah, they have a lot of swag. There’s just about everything you can imagine…there’s a lot of pens strangely.” Jimmy replied, chuckling at her avoidance of admitting that she was in fact wearing one of his shirts.

“Huh, I mean I guess it makes sense. You take a lot of notes during an autopsy right?” She replied, continuing to toy with the decorative pillow.

Jimmy responded another small laugh leaving him. “Yeah during the initial visual external exam…you know, looking at all the outside features, making notes of everything we see, but usually it’s easier to just use a device to record our findings especially during the internal exam. Then we can just take notes off the audio recordings.”

“Oh, huh. I guess that makes sense. It’s probably because pens are pretty cheap then.” She responded pretty accustomed to hearing all the nitty gritty details of just what Jimmy’s and Dr. Mallard’s profession involved.

She had learned far more about autopsies and death than she’d ever imagined she would.

She found that she didn’t mind knowing this much, Jimmy liked to talk about his career and his education. She appreciated his desire to share with her.

Sure, some of the information turned her stomach, but she wanted Jimmy to have the ability to talk about his job with her. He deserved to be able to talk about his day with her. It just so happened that his day involved information about rates of decay and the ideal weight of a liver.

She could admit that the subject of his education often became a downtime routine for them. Jimmy tended to get a lot of reading material about his profession suggested to him by Dr. Mallard, rather it was academic journals or books.

Occasionally Jimmy and she would cuddle on the sofa or in bed and Jimmy would read whatever material he’d gotten his hands on to her. She’d requested it, suggesting to him that reading the information to her and explaining it would be a great way to retain the information.

That was partially true, but she would also admit she just liked listening to his voice. It was kind of strange, she could listen to him read some frankly uncomfortable information, but it was almost comforting listening to his voice, feeling the rumble of his chest as he spoke.

A tiny part of her had to fear that perhaps there was something wrong with her to be so comfortable with this information. Realistically she knew though that she didn’t get some kind of perverse enjoyment hearing about it all. She just enjoyed being able to bond with Jimmy over his career.

Jimmy had seemed to appreciate her attempts to stomach the more uncomfortable details of his job and his education.

He’d scared plenty of people away with his career ambitions. He was relieved that Y/N didn’t disappear at the mention of Y-incisions or the average weight of the human brain.

It wasn’t something Jimmy had been accustomed to prior to Y/N. His past attempts at dating had been disastrous. Most people paled at the concept of death and more so at the concept of someone who was willing to make their living surrounded by death.

Jimmy guessed that Y/N understood the reality of his career, after all she was a probationary agent for NCIS. She was accustomed to crime scenes even if she hadn’t quite worked her way up to being assigned to a team just yet.

Y/N spoke again, unable to stop the words from leaving her. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,  you have no idea. I think if I wasn’t so busy during the day it’d drive me nuts. I am debating if Dr. Mallard ever invites me to more conventions if I can sweet talk him into letting me take you along. I think we could pass it off as a way for you to broaden your knowledge as a hopeful full fledged NCIS agent.”

She chuckled at the suggestion, “I’m not sure Ducky would buy it. I’m pretty sure he’d realize your suggestion of me tagging along has less to do with broadening my knowledge and more to do with hotel room activities.”

Jimmy was fast to reply to her observation. “Hey, to be fair we’d have to leave the hotel room so I could actually attend the convention. So I wouldn’t just be interested in what we can do in a hotel bed…or you know a bathtub like that one time.”

She giggled, unable to deny the aching need that easily spread throughout her body at the memory he was recalling. 

The experience had been fun, but had been frankly pretty messy. It had taken several towels to manage to soak up all the water that had escaped the tub during their bathtub tryst. After that, they’d decided that any sexual activity that took place in the bathroom should probably remain in a shower stall, not a bathtub. 

Before she had a chance to make a flirty comment Jimmy spoke changing the subject. “I need a favor.”

She raised an eyebrow Jimmy speaking again seemingly reading her mind without having to even see her expression. “Not what you’re thinking.”

“Okay, so if not phone sex or dirty photos, what do you need?” She replied hiding the disappointment from her voice that the favor wasn’t going to lead to a little naughty phone fun. 

Jimmy was quick to respond. “I think I had a package delivered earlier this evening. Do you think you can go grab it for me? I just, I don’t feel comfortable leaving it out by the front door. I don’t think our neighbors would steal it, but it’d just make me feel better to know it’s inside with you.”

She furrowed her brow a bit, thrown off by the request. She searched her brain trying to remember if she’d seen a package by their front door when she’d entered their apartment earlier this evening.

She couldn’t remember seeing anything, but there of course was the possibility it had been delivered after she’d arrived home.

She spoke, reluctantly pulling herself from their bed. “Of course I can grab it. What’d you order?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll see.” Jimmy replied without any hesitation.

She frowned all the more, a bit shocked by the secrecy. 

She felt her curiosity spike as she left their bedroom keeping her phone pressed to her ear as she walked through the living room.

She unlocked and opened their front door fully expecting to drag some mysterious package inside. 

When she opened the door she found no package, but the last thing or person she’d expected to see.

She stared up at Jimmy, his cell phone still pressed to his ear as he spoke. “Surprise.”

She almost dropped her cell phone but had enough sense to hang up dropping it on a nearby table.

She almost knocked Jimmy off balance as she practically tackled him, embracing him tightly. He stumbled a bit, managing to hang up his own phone and shove it in his jacket pocket.

He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her just as tightly.

Y/N buried her head against Jimmy’s chest taking in his familiar scent almost afraid that this wasn’t actually happening.

She reluctantly parted from him just enough to speak, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Orlando for two more days.”

Jimmy gave her a small grin quick to explain. “Dr. Mallard’s mother had a spat with the nurse Dr. Mallard hired to watch over her while he was gone. So, he had to get back to Virginia. He told me that I was free to stay for the rest of the convention, but to be honest, as much fun as I was having, I missed you more.”

He spoke again, spotting the flash of concern on Y/N’s features. “Mrs. Mallard is fine. She just had some anxiety and became agitated. Dr. Mallard will be able to manage it.”

She nodded her head well aware of Victoria Mallard’s age related dementia. It could occasionally cause her to be irritable and she’d lash out. She was confused more often than not. It was a lot of work for Ducky to manage.

Y/N had met Ducky’s mother during a Sunday night dinner, at the Mallard residence, Jimmy and she had been invited to. She’d felt for Dr. Mallard. It seemed like a lot to manage. She did find it admirable though; the amount of care and love he had for his mother to want so deeply to take care of her in the comfort of a home instead of a care facility.

She pushed her concern for the Mallards out of her mind telling herself that Jimmy didn’t seem to be worried.

She chuckled, giving his chest a playful shove. “I can’t believe you’ve been home the entire time we’ve been on the phone.”

“Hey, I was trying to give you a nice surprise. You’re satisfied with your surprise, right?” He replied, a playful smile crossing his lips.

She returned the smile not helping but to yank his chain. “I was kind of hoping for diamonds to be honest.”

He let out a huff pressing a kiss to her temple. “If you’re holding out on diamonds, I have some bad news for you. You’re hitching your wagon to a guy who has a federal salary.”

He pressed another kiss to her temple, unable to stop himself from saying the words. “It may happen one day though…I’m not opposed to saving up for a diamond for you if you really wanted one.”

She shook her head, reaching up to smooth back his messy curls. “Eh, I have a federal salary too…probably less than yours. I’m perfectly happy without diamonds. All I need is you.”

He spoke as she buried her face against his chest once again perfectly happy to cuddle with him. “You have me.”

They stood in silence for the briefest moment locked in an adoring embrace soaking up the feel of the other. The moment was broken when Y/N shivered slightly, it hitting her she was still technically in her pjs which consisted of the t-shirt she’d borrowed from Jimmy and a thin pair of pink hello kitty pj shorts.

Jimmy chuckled realizing they were technically standing with the door wide open embracing in the doorway in the middle of October. The northeast autumns we’rent known to be toasty.

She reluctantly parted from him allowing him to step inside dragging his rolling suitcase behind him.

They barely closed the door behind them before Jimmy’s arms were wrapped tight around her embracing her once again.

She gazed up at him her unable to hide the neediness from her voice. Please kiss me.”

Jimmy obliged her request quickly, his lips pressing to hers so softly at first it was almost a ghost of a kiss along her lips.

It didn’t take him long to deepen the kiss, Y/N returning it with enthusiasm. 

She felt her knees grow weak, his kisses always having this impact on her. She could still remember the first time they’d kissed. Her knees had grown just as wobbly when he’d kissed her at her front door after a date. Jimmy Palmer had no right to be such an amazing kisser.

He coaxed her mouth open, having no trouble dominating the kisses with zero resistance from her. He slid his tongue along hers, his hands beginning to roam her clothed body caressing it adoringly. The action made her knees grow all the more unsteady; she was almost sure she’d collapse to the ground if Jimmy wasn’t technically holding her up.

She knew it would be quite a shock to most people given how passive and generally agreeable Jimmy seemed to be at work, but he was actually quite dominant in the bedroom. No, he wasn’t dominant in the sense that he was spanking her and putting a leather collar around her neck.

He just tended to easily take the lead when it came to sex. She’d found that she was all too willing to be pliable and submissive to his touches and kisses.

She reluctantly allowed him to part his lips from hers, neither of them attempting to move away and create even an ounce of space between them.

He spoke his voice taking a huskier tone the need just as apparent in his tone. “Remember those bedroom activities we were talking about earlier?”

“I think I can recall something about it.” She teased, resisting the urge to press her lips back to his and desperately coax him back into kissing her.

He spoke a small smirk crossing his lips, his hands leisurely stroking her clothed sides. “I think we should go to the bedroom.”

His suitcase was quickly abandoned, Jimmy kicking off his shoes, his coat, and ditching his button down shirt on the way to the bedroom.

He knew Y/N might fuss at him for leaving a trail of clothing in the hallway but he had a feeling it would be well worth it.

They entered the bedroom making their way to the bed Jimmy falling back on it. Y/N wasted no time to join him in bed straddling his hips. She leaned down, Jimmy leaning up to press his lips to hers.

They kissed for a long while Jimmy allowing his hands to slide under her t-shirt caressing her soft warm skin. He teased his fingertips across her waist, the action making her shudder and whimper the touch too teasing for her liking.

He pulled his lips from hers , making her whine all the more. He spoke, a teasing tone to his voice. “Show me how much you need me.”

She gave him a soft smile knowing just what to do. She pressed her lips along his jaw pressing soft lingering kisses across his skin working her way down his neck. She worked her way down his body, her fingers sliding under his undershirt caressing his skin.

She coaxed him to lean up just enough for her to pull his undershirt up and over his head. She moaned at the sight of his bare torso.

Something that had been pretty shocking about Jimmy Palmer was that he was fit. She’d been stunned the first time she’d seen him nude and realized just how muscular he actually was. She would distinctly remember staring at his abs the first time they’d made love. 

They’d been mid undressing one another when she’d stared down the words leaving her lips she speaking to herself. “Oh, wow, you have a V.”

She could still remember the look of utter confusion he had given her in response. She had been so flustered realizing the words had even escaped her brain. She’d poked at the v-cut along his abs, clarifying herself, her cheeks flushing.

She could still remember what Jimmy had said in response. “Oh, you mean where my obliques meet my transversus abdominis muscles.”

As soon as the words had left his lips they’d both burst out laughing at the utter ridiculousness of the entire exchange. That was the biggest thing she remembered about their first time making love, just how much they’d giggled. It had been playful and sweet and to be honest a tiny bit awkward at times. It had been perfect.

She was pleased to find that each time making love after had been just as satisfying.

She brought her brain back to the current task at hand, she pressing soft kisses down his torso working her way down slowly.

She took her time pressing kisses to his skin he moaning in response. She tried to hold her laughter in as she reached for his belt buckle brushing her hand along the bulge in his pants, the action working a louder moan from his lips. Jimmy Palmer was as vocal in the bedroom as he was in his everyday life.

She unfastened his belt pulling it from his belt loops wasting little time to unfasten his jeans and work them down his legs with a little help from Jimmy.

His boxers followed soon thereafter, kicking them off somewhere far at the end of the bed.

She moaned at his hardness; it was quite evident he was just as eager as she was.

She took her time pressing kisses to his thighs working her way up to his pelvis avoiding the one area he wanted her lips the most.

He whined as she continued to tease him avoiding doing what he wanted, his cock aching at the torment. He’d forgotten just how good she was at teasing him when she wanted to be. It seemed that despite the fact that she’d missed him terribly while he was away, she was perfectly in the mood to tease him and make him wait.

He groaned as she pressed her lips all too close to his cock not giving in just yet. He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting, feeling far too needy.

She giggled at the action quick to verbally tease him. “Poor thing, you really want this really bad don’t you?”

He nodded his head frantically, a whine leaving him unable to verbalize the words.

She took some pity on him pressing a light kiss against his shaft, the action not nearly enough. He whimpered a plea leaving him. “Please.”

She stared up at him looking far too innocent given her current position. “Please what?”

He groaned realizing that while he usually had zero issue being the dominant one in bed, his girlfriend could turn the tables on him any time she wanted.

He spoke staring down at her, sure his eyes were locked with hers when he said the words. “Suck me off.”

She chuckled at the question running her fingertips along his pelvis teasingly close to his shaft. “What do we say?”

He let out a frustrated whine realizing now that the tables were totally turned. “Suck my cock please.”

She gave him exactly what he wanted, easily wrapping her lips around him. She wasted no time to begin bobbing her head using her hand to stroke what she wasn’t quite ready to take just yet.

He cried out the hot wet heat of her lips wrapped around him enough to make his balls ache. He gripped down on the bedsheets doing all he could not to thrust against her.

He knew for a fact that she wasn’t amused when he rocked his hips against her when she was blowing him. She’d pointed out to him that she’d had a few experiences with guys who seemed to think porn was a guide to what to do during a blow job. A few of her past partners had seemed to think that attempting to jackhammer against her and make her gag was somehow pleasant for her.

She was relieved that Jimmy seemed to have a bit more common sense than her past romantic partners. 

He might occasionally slip up and rock his hips once or twice but he was never rough with her. If he placed his hand on her head it was usually to stroke her hair or wrap his fingers in her hair, not to shove her head down.

She worked him for a good long while familiar enough with his body to know exactly what he loved and exactly what drove him to completion. 

She knew from past experience he liked her to take it slow and work her speed up. He enjoyed it when she might get a little vocal moaning around his shaft, the action making his eyes roll in the back of his head. He definitely liked it if she massaged his balls.

She did just what she knew drove him crazy; she letting out a throaty moan, the vocalization vibrating around his shaft making him whine. He spoke his voice a pathetic whine. “You take it so good.”

She would have smiled had she not currently had her mouth occupied. She began to take the next step in what she knew usually made him fall apart, she taking him as deep as she possibly could, being sure to moan as she reached as far down to the base of him as she could.

He groaned at this her name falling from his lips, his thighs quivering.

She was shocked as he pulled back from her he leaving her mouth the wet noise not entirely pleasant sounding. He groaned fast to speak. “Can’t keep doing that. Gonna cum, don’t want to cum there.”

She chuckled making her way back up his body, his lips pressing to hers eagerly, his kisses deep and sloppy.

She let out a giggle as he took her by surprise rolling them both over he wasting no time to reach down to the hem of her shirt pulling the t-shirt up and over her head.

He groaned, staring down at her bare breasts, he wasting no time to eagerly wrap his lips around one of her nipples. He sucked enthusiastically the stimulation causing her to moan her head falling back.

He repeated the action to her other breast a pleased noise leaving him as he focused on the upper half of her body.

Their first time making love she had been pleased to find that Jimmy Palmer was super into foreplay and from his usual actions she had come to the conclusion that he was most definitely a breast man.

He reluctantly pulled his lips from her breasts, wasting no time to slide down a hand down her body reaching the hem of her pajama shorts, yanking them down her legs along with her panties.

He moaned, running a hand along her thigh, his fingers easily finding her center. He grazed them along her lips before thrusting one finger quickly followed by another into her heat. He spoke a deep groan leaving him as he thrusted his fingers. “You’re soaked.”

She whined, unable to verbalize a response to his observation. She wanted to tell him she’d been wet from the moment he’d started teasing her over the phone recalling their past bedroom activities.

He spoke again, his fingers finding her clit rubbing delicate circles into it, the action causing her to cry out her fingers twisting in the bedsheets she resisting the urge to run her nails down his back. “You take my fingers so good baby, but I know you’ve got such a sensitive clit. I bet I could make you cum just by doing this alone.”

She whined nodding her head wordlessly in agreement. He was right. He could so make her cum hard just by toying with her clit.

She moaned, it taking all the willpower she had to say the words. “Want to cum with you in me.”

He groaned the words all the encouragement he needed. He pulled his fingers from her not missing the chance to bring them to his lips, cleaning her taste from them.

He spoke, pulling his hand from his lips, he reaching up finally pulling his glasses off placing them on the bedside table. “On your knees, or missionary?”

She gave her answer eagerly rolling over to her stomach, wasting no time to take to her elbows and knees.

He groaned knowing he shouldn’t be shocked by her choice. He’d been pretty vocal about admitting that this was one of his favorite positions.

He got on his knees positioning himself behind her. He took himself in hand running his aching cock along her center coating it with her a deep needy noise leaving both of them.

It took him a little time to feel secure that he had positioned himself in the perfect spot before he finally thrust forward her center enveloping his aching cock.

He groaned the words leaving him. “I will never get enough of you.”

She whined he staying still for a moment letting her adjust to him. She was the one who thrust herself back against him, a frustrated whine leaving her she making it clear she was in no mood to draw it out.

He followed her lead, thrusting eagerly against her. She moaned at the feel of him sliding in and out of her.

She knew he loved this position because he could get so deep in her. The only drawback he found was that he couldn’t exactly hold her the way he wanted to during this. 

She wasn’t shocked as he placed a hand on her stomach, his fingers sliding down her waist. She whined as his fingers found her clit, managing to toy with it. She cried out the stimulation of his fingers rubbing circles against her sensitive clit and the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her dragging along her walls was almost too much.

He groaned, proving that he was just as vocal as ever even in the midst of pleasure. “Missed you so much, honey. Missed your body, couldn’t stop thinking about this every fucking night.”

She moaned his confession making her center clinch around him the action making him grunt his actions becoming more frantic.

She whined the only sound filling the room for a long while were their moans of pleasure and the sound of his skin meeting hers as he eagerly thrusted against her.

She moaned as her body began to tense up, her body feeling so overstimulated and desperate for release. She knew it wouldn’t be much longer now. She could feel it building inside of her the more he toyed with her clit and rocked against her the more she felt her orgasm build.

She squealed his name struggling to leave her lips as she felt her body slide towards release, her thighs quivering, her center fluttering around him.

Jimmy grunted rocking through her orgasm, She squeezing him so tight he had to fight hard not to cum right then and there.

She whined her arms growing tired of helping hold up her body weight, her arms giving out, she practically collapsing against the bed in a pathetic heap.

Jimmy pressed adoring kisses to her sweat damp back pushing her hair aside to press kisses along her neck.

He ignored his own aching cock focusing on letting her recover knowing she needed to take a breath not wanting to overstimulate her all the more.

He whined pulling out of her staring down at his hard shaft. A hiss left him as he damp skin was exposed to the cold room.

She managed to find the energy to roll over on her back a moan leaving her as she stared down at him, her post orgasm brain clearing enough to realize he still hadn’t reached his end.

She spoke, reaching out to stroke his ribs. “Where do you want to finish?”

He groaned the answer falling from his lips he thanking the powers that be for the invention of the pill. “Inside.”

She parted her thighs for him knowing exactly what he wanted.

He moved over her a low moan leaving him as his aching cock slid along her center her nude body pressed against his making him ache all the more.

He worked quickly positioning himself at her entrance, thrusting in her a groan leaving him. He spoke a low voice more to himself than her. “Feels like being home.”

She moaned at the statement, her lips meeting his. His lips kept pressed to hers as he began to thrust again.

He whined against the kiss knowing he was pathetically close. He had found that it was always this way with her. He was always so desperate for her and so delighted that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

She truly was his dream girl and he wasn’t just saying it because he was currently balls deep inside of her.

She ran her hands long his back pulling her legs up to wrap around his hips allowing him to thrust at a deeper angle.

He spoke against the kiss, his balls drawing closer and closer to his body signaling that he was so close. “I love you, feels too good.”

She moaned, pressing a few pecks to his lips as she replied. “Love you, always feels so good.”

The words were enough to make him hit his end, his cock twitching his thrusts sloppy as he spilled inside of her. He cried out burying his face against her neck, his body shuddering at how overpowered he was by his end.

He felt himself collapse against her relieved that she never seemed to mind the weight of his body over hers. She’d once told him that she found it kind of comforting to be honest. She felt adored, safe, and protected by him in these moments.

He lazily pressed his lips to her skin as he tried to come down from his end, the last of his release spilling into her.

He was reluctant to pull out and leave her warmth but his softening cock seemed to make the choice for him, he sliding out of her.

He groaned as he rolled over onto his back staring up at the ceiling. He was still out of breath but incredibly pleased.

She rolled over nestling against his chest, he wrapping his arms around her holding her against him. 

She spoke a giggle leaving her, her eyes drowsy, the smile on her lips proving she was just as pleased as him. “If this is the result, I’m going to send you to more conventions.”

He giggled at the comment, his lips pressing to hers. He spoke his voice drowsy, the post orgasmic haze making him feel sleepy. “The convention was fun, but I’d pick being here with you over anything.”

She spoke as he began to drift off to sleep, her own eyes growing heavy. “Welcome home.”

[ckmstudies]

I just wanted to give a quick update on how my exam day went today since it was a complete mess. First off, my exam was scheduled for 8 am this morning and I got to the testing center at 7:30 in the hopes of starting early and finishing early which didn't work since I still had to wait in line for 30 minutes. I start to go though the check in process, which involves standing in front of camera to prove I don't have any writing on my wrist and getting metal detected to prevent cheating and I'm about halfway through when I hand over my driver's license as my form of identification and the machine the woman behind the counter puts it in won't accept it. After five minutes she realizes that my license expired TWO DAYS AGO and proceeds to tell me that this is no longer a valid form of identification and I cannot take my exam. The world dropped out from under me and I almost started crying in front of her. In the US there's a 60 day grace period if you get pulled over by a cop and you have an expired license. That grace period apparently doesn't extend to exam identification. So I had to drive across town to a Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) office and get my license renewed. The DMV is known for taking hours to get anything done and really long lines but this was the only good luck in my day since there was only once person in front of me when I got there and I had my temporary license within 20 minutes of being there. I went back to the testing center and checked fully in and started my exam at 9:15.

Now the exam itself also sucked as I was not expecting it to be as math heavy as it was. I had friends take it and say that maybe 40% of their questions involved math. At least 70% of my exam was math and I was not at all prepared for that. All three of my friends who already took this exam said that none of their four simulations had math and two of mine involved math. I honestly usually don't mind math but with over 90 formulas to memorize for this exam, there was no way I was going to be able to be prepared and with everything that happened before the exam, my brain was fried.

Anyways today was not a good day and I'm going to have to take this exam again in December for sure. But in the mean time, I'm going to prepare for my trip to Chicago for work orientation next week and then when I get back I'll start working full time and studying for my retake of my audit exam which is scheduled for November 15th.

Hope everyone else a good day and make sure you know when your identification cards expire 🙃

[gratefulgirlies]

July 3rd- romanticizing my life

trying to be productive and build discipline on a cozy rainy day:

woke up at 8 and went to the city to get some early studying done

sat in my favorite park for about 30 minutes waiting for the library to open, spent that time reviewing yesterday’s notes on my notebook

spent 1.5 hrs approx. in the library studying for my driver’s license exam, then I went to my morning classes

after class I stopped at the supermarket to grab a couple things I need for an upcoming picnic:)

went back home for lunchtime, it was pouring rain but luckily I had an umbrella with me

it is perfectly okay not to feel like doing anything, the point is that to be efficient you have to forgive your mistakes and drag yourself to do the thing you’re avoiding. being productive can suck at times but it comes with great satisfaction.

wishing a fantastic day to all the gratefulgirlies, ily

[princessmacabre]

day 30/100 days of productivity

phone call with my sisters bf and her (he had some problems)

house-cleaning

took a bath

cooked dinner

studied for my theory exam fir my driver’s license tomorrow

doing the laundry

did the dishes

busy and tiring day yet i am heading to bed and cannot wait to fall asleep…

xx

[trafalgarloves]

You've always wondered if cars could sense when you were stressed out. In the past, the only times you ever had troubles were on important days. Whether it was when you had a big exam for your 9:30 am class and needed to get there early to get a good seat or when your job had already been on your ass about showing up a little bit late. Your car only seemed to cause problems for you then. Any other day of the week, it was fine.

But as one would assume, on a day that already has not been going that great, your car decides to start making a scary noise in the middle of your ride home. Now, typically, you would just choose to turn the music up a little louder in order to drown it out, but it seems that that trick wouldn't work this time as the car even started sputtering like it was struggling to move forward just a little bit. 

Going against the voice in your brain telling you to just keep driving and worry about it once you get home, you pull over to the side to see if you can do anything. It's not like you have much knowledge about cars, but there's a YouTube video for everything these days, so maybe it wouldn't be so hard to figure out. Though, to your dismay, when you go to open the hood, after struggling a little even to find the button to pop it, there's smoke everywhere. It comes from every direction, and you have to take multiple steps back in fear that maybe it will blow up. 

Frustrated, you stand off to the side and try to think of who to call that could help you out. When almost like an angel, if an angel could be described as a man dressed in an all-black suit on a motorcycle, starts to pull off to the side of the road by where you are. 

It was still light outside, nearing sunset, with the sky displaying a variety of beautiful colors, but enough to be able to make out your surroundings. However, that still did not ease your apprehension completely, as it was a man you did not know making his way toward you. A handsome man at that, you realized once you got a good look at his face. He had beautiful tan skin, with dark hair framing his face and hair covering his jaw and around his full lips, which were holding a toothpick. You also couldn't help but notice he was riding without a helmet, going against all safety precautions. 

Upon approaching you, he immediately introduces himself as “Nicholas D. Wolfwood.” He even hands over his license to prove it in hopes of gaining a little bit of trust while explaining that he owns a mechanic shop not far from where you are and is willing to look at your car in order for you to be on your way.

While still being a bit weary of him, you decide it might be the best course of action. If you were to call your parents, they would take a while to arrive, and by then, it would reach nighttime. He informs you that he's willing to give you a ride on his motorcycle so you can wait in his shop while he returns and does the necessary repairs on your car.

You are a tad bit nervous, never having been on a motorcycle before. As if he senses this, he pulls out a helmet from a small compartment on the bike and guides it on your head as he states, “I'm carrying precious cargo, so I'll make sure to drive as safely as I can '' with a smirk. He then helps you get on the bike and guides your arms around his waist, and he begins to move. Safely, you get to the shop and start to realize that maybe this day won't be so bad after all. Hopefully, you'll be able to score this hot mechanics number by the end of it.

[kelticangel]

Well folks, I no longer have the option of postponing my exam without financial penalty

But I'm doing this

I've decided

[kuiperblog]

It's still possible to find success later in life

I'm frequently shocked by the number of 19-year-olds saying some variation on "it's so over for me" or "I'm cooked" or however it is that the kids these days express that their best days are behind them.

On a certain level, would be easy for me to laugh at them. "19 is still so young!" my millennial peers might say. It's absurd for a literal teenager to feel like they're a washed-up "has-been."

But on another level, I understand why 19-year-olds feel "cooked" in a way that their older peers don't. College is often the stage of life where many come to realize that they've lost their "child prodigy" license.

Part of this comes from the fact that as you climb up the educational ladder, you're no longer a big fish in a small pond. The kid who was in the top 10% of their class in high school who gets into a "good university" will likely end up classmates who were also in the top 10% of their class in high school, and by the inevitability of mathematical necessity, half of those kids will realize that within this new context, they are below average. It can feel crushing to go from being the smartest kid in AP calc to being in the bottom quartile of your class.

And in a much more profound sense, it's the point in your life where you realize just how big the ocean is. High school graduation marks the last point in your life where you can get "perfect marks" by following the path of least resistance. I remember being in my senior year of college, listening to my fellow mechanical engineering students chattering about all of the various certifications they were studying for. I had never even heard about this -- "huh? Apparently some states require you to pass an exam to be certified as a 'Professional Engineer?' Is this something I need to study for?" It feels as if you're expected to suddenly know a lot of things that are outside the curriculum.

The thing I think we all eventually come to realize is that everyone is in this boat. Even some of the biggest success stories had "slow starts" while they took their time to figure things out.

So, in the spirit of offering encouragement to those young'uns and 19-year-old "has beens," here are some stories about famous people who didn't find success until later in life:

Sylvester Stallone

Sly Stallone's story truly is an inspirational overnight success story. Obviously, he's famous for being Rocky Balboa -- but when he showed up to the where Rocky won three Academy Awards, he was 30 years old. He didn't even finish writing the famous screenplay until he was 29 years old!

Tina Fey

Tina Fey made history as the first woman to become head writer of SNL, but she didn't achieve this until age 29. What's more, she had to grind for years to reach this point -- she first got hired to write for SNL at age 27.

Stephen King

Stephen King didn't sell his first novel (Carrie) until he was 26 years old. Up until that point, the only things he'd ever had published were short stories. What's more, he only got a $2,500 advance for Carrie -- he didn't really "make it" as a pro author until after the book came out and started selling gangbusters, with the paperbook rights selling for $400,000 -- this didn't happen until King was 27 years old!

Steve Jobs

Funny enough, I've seen a lot of people point to Steve Jobs as an example of an "early life success story" because Steve Jobs was a 21-year-old college drop-out when he co-founded Apple. And while it's true that Apple did have some early success stories, like the Apple II, the company didn't IPO until three years after that. After the IPO, his net worth was measured in hundreds of millions of dollars, but he had to grind until he was 25 years old to reach that point!

Jennifer Lawrence

A lot of people saw Jennifer Lawrence portray a teenage Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games and assumed that she was a teenage success story. Not so! JLaw was actually 21 years old at the time, proving that even if you don't achieve success in your teens, it's still not too late to achieve fame and success. She didn't even win an Academy Award for Best Actress until she was 22.

In short, if you're 19 years old, it's not "too late" for you. You are not "cooked." There's no reason to think you are too old or need to give up on your dreams and ambitions until you hit your early 30's, at which point if you haven't become a famous multimillionaire it's pretty much over for you.

[araminthe]

Tuesday, 30th of August / Jeudi 30 août 2024

Well, august is about to end.

Here in France it means that school will start in a few days for young students. And a few weeks for university students.

This feeling that something is about to end kinda makes me sad.

I had lots of first times this summer and made so many memories.

Maybe this coming year of school will be better than my last (it couldn't even be worse anyway, for mental health reasons I failed all my exams).

Because of this bad experience I feel nervous, scared that it will happen again. But because I worked hard to improve this summer, I have hope that I can do better.

I've always been a good student until the last year, I can still do good, I just need to do the right things and have my life go in the right direction.

ANYWAY THATS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT;

GOOD NEWS; I PASSED MY EXAM.

It means that I can now start the practical lessons for my driving license, I will finally get to drive a car hahhahaha 😆.

I'm so happy.

I was kinda stressed, but today, when I was out with a very close friend, I got the results and immediately announced the news to my parents and closer friends.

They congratulated me, they're so precious ✨️🥺.

My mother was happy and same for my father, he also told me that he didn't dare ask me about it in case I failed and I was feeling bad about it.

He was worried, he's so precious.

That was surprising because usually, when I have tests and exams, they don't really give much care to it since I always manage to do well, they know they don't need to worry.

But well, since this one is to get a driving license, I guess they did give more care to it since it was a different type of exam.

I literally spent so many of my summer days working and they saw that.

I'm happy.

I think the reason I can feel this happy is because I managed to get rid of my dopamine addiction over time. It took so much time, struggles and failures but I sure did.

I feel more present and able to enjoy my daily life.

I stopped being so lazy and don't feel this mentally unwell anymore.

So maybe, life's not so hard in the end, I just needed to get back on track.

Get myself back together.

So I'm happy. And feel more connected to those around me.

I'm not really an emotional type of person, but right now, I feel like I have lots of love to give.

That's what you call happiness I guess.

That's it for today.

One advice for those who read this; no matter how many times you fail, keep trying to achieve your goals, failure is part of the process, we humans are strong, and nothing is impossible.

You will see results for sure. Don't despair and just keep making efforts.

That's it for today.

Have a good day or good evening.

Je vous aime, à la prochaine fois !

[white-chalk-sapphomet]

I'm almost through pre licensing training, but I'm literally so mad bc just about everyone has finished their exam already and I was supposed to have it completed by end of day today, but the online course provider they use is such ass!!!! Like there are like honest to god number answer discrepancies in information between the chapter content and the videos, typos in both, legibility is dogshit bc so much shit is like. Run on sentences no beginning or end to sentences bc they got copy pasted badly or like. What ever?? And thats typos in the chapters and the vids But it's like they did not hire a single proof reader for anything. Couldn't log in with the credentials for like 30 minutes which happened to nearly everyone, at least like 10 people reported the page just going completely grey for like. Over 10 minutes. And the unskippable video sections will be like 10, 14, 18 minutes long, will crash and exit at any time, and you have to rewatch the whole thing, losing all of that time, and we're not allowed in the course after we clock out for the day. And they're headquartered by the bed bath and beyond I used to work at

[spontaneousmilktea]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 52 days challenge ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

day 3/52 - 6 november

DAILY:

minimum 30 min study for driving license

minimum 15 min study polish

(before bed) read lessons for exams

follow morning and night routine

move my body (gym, pilates, stretching)

fuel my body right ( hit protein and cal goal, 2l of water, vitamins)

sleep more than 7 hours

finish any hw and studying that was assigned that day (if possible)

maximum 1 hour of social media - i procrastinated... well i did feel sick and couldn't do anything, but still, i need to control myself

nail bath + massage

WEEKLY:

drive minimum 1 hour

oil hair

gua sha

everything shower

go x2 to tutoring 1/2

work 30 min towards my final project/ december project

[creedslove]

Hello baby.

The truth is that I have been having a bad time these days. My dad gave me a car but no one wants to teach me how to drive. The car he gave me is too big for my size and I can't reach the pedals, and even though I tried to explain it, he ignored me and told me I had to used to. Now he sold the one I had and bought another one, it turned out the same or worse.

The thing is that my mom and sister talked to me and told me that I have to talk to my dad and tell him that I don't want to and that the car doesn't work for me. Besides, I have to tell him that I was not accepted at the university for which I applied for the exam.

The problem is that I am very afraid of facing people and speaking for what I want, costs me too much work, I know it is silly but I am very afraid of facing talking to people and it makes me anxious to think about how they are going to scold me. I feel that I am very weak and I would like to be firm but I can't do it. I feel like I fail at many things and I'm really not as good as I thought I was and I feel very bad.

I just wanted to tell it, reading is a safe place for me and so is this blog. I feel like the way you interact with us is too warm and safe. Even if it's anonymous, I feel like I can tell something and receive some nice and genuine response, it's like a hug that I don't dare ask for.

Anyways, I just vent here but I think there's some things I can't talk with some persons in my life, and do anon here it's a way to deal with, for me. Thank you a lot for your amazing stories, it's a safe place for me.

💗💗💗💗

I hope you're Alright and I send you hugs.

Hi baby, I'm very sorry I haven't replied to you earlier, I've been busy but I'm happy to know you feel alright and safe here, may you continue having those positive feelings and using this space to vent and talk about whatever you wish! ❤️

I completely understand you, I truly do... First of all about the car, it's a shame they don't understand why the car isn't the right fit for you and that this might add to the nervousness or insecurity you must feel when it comes to driving... May I ask you how old you are? Because I'm 27, I don't know how to drive but I'll start my driving lessons next month and I'm excited but quite nervous about the fact I might be seen as "too old" (in my country we get our driver's license at the age of 18 but I never got mine for a number of reasons)

Nonetheless, I hope this car situation is already solved by now but if it isn't, remember it isn't the end of the world, eventually you'll find someone nice enough to help you or even find an instructor and learn how to drive, you'll be able to drive off anywhere you want, be independent and not worry about this anymore honey ❤️

Now, about you being afraid of facing people, I understand it in a spiritual level because until like a month ago I was like that, even if I'm nearly 30 I was still asking for permission or approval, mostly from my dad, because I was terrified of disappointing or making him angry, but once he had the stroke and I had to handle everything, I realized I am an adult and I can do whatever I want and I don't have to keep waiting for him to give his blessing on every single step, so I've been more independent, more rational and I've been able to impose myself in situations I'd just be submissive in my personal and work life too you know? This time will come for you too, it's scary and weird to think of it, but you are strong enough and you are gonna get it honey you don't have to worry about everything at all... You'll be fine, my love! I love you and I hope you'll be fine ❤️😘

[jow99]

Stupid weather ☔️⛱️🤷‍♀️

Saturday morning we headed out for our gravel rides. The forecast was a 20% chance of drizzle at 10-11 am. That’s manageable I thought as I headed out, particularly as looking out to sea it was quite bright.

I did start to wonder as I cycled along looking at the black sky in front of me. A few spots, all good but then the rain started. Long story short I did a combination of gravel and road as the rain waxed and waned, all the while convinced as I neared L’Escala the rain would stop or at least be the promised drizzle. As I came to a stop at our front door at 9:55am it was hammering down. I’d done nearly 28km so not a complete disaster.

I spent the rest of the morning after I’d showered and got warm cleaning the balcony and chilling out at home. Jose meanwhile barely got any rain. He was back by about 12:30 having had a good ride, and I went to meet him at one of our favourite bars as the rain had now completely gone 🙄

The afternoon was spent watching the TT in the Giro followed by a drink back down at the beach and then home to watch the Femme Tour of Burgos and a very bad movie.

Sunday morning the good weather continued so I donned the neoprene and did my first (very short) swim of the season here. Initially the water was super cold on my face but then I got used to it. After my swim we had breakfast and went to the market.

Jose then headed out for a short ride while I put on slow cooked lamb shanks in red wine 😋 and tackled the windows.

The afternoon was spent in a mild food coma watching the Giro. It’s been a great edition this year. We then headed out and visited a couple of our favourite bars. We’re slowly getting more and more known around here, which is really nice.

Back at home Jose did some more study for his drivers license exam which will be in 11 days 😬 and then it was tv, wine and nibbles time.