#she takes training for emergencies too things like 1st aid

[penandswords]

So Rima, what are you learning in college right now?

"Well currently I'm learning French, and marketing. I only take 2 classes a semester though since I work full time. Last year I focused on English and small first responders classes. nothing fancy though mostly resource and communication management. I usually pick classes that will help me improve at my current job."

She shrugs slightly.

[hamliet]

Hope to have sent all correctly but this is to say: this is the place AFO took Dabi , spinner and slept after the attack. Now I’ll check for you the time.

I think doesn’t really comply to the case , but AFO demanded for one of them to stay awake and basically take care of Shiga’s body. Now the deal is: I’d expect endeavor waking up being on the news. So while Touya is talking the news wasn’t still of public domain. In fact Enji just woke up from surgery I supposed. AFO inform us that he started his breakout right away , the same evening. But he arrived at the house at the dawn. Basically is tomorrow already. So Bakugo could have wake up 2 days of calendar or less. It would be

- Jakku happen on 1st of the month (to make math easier) AFO and league arrived on 2nd. Bakugo took two full days from Jakku to wake up , that’s mean a full 2 and a full day 3c waking up on 4th or

- Jakku happens on 1st, AFO escapes in 2nd. Bakugo then wake up somewhere in the day 3rd.

Because Shigaraki needs recovery I think no issues on AFO behalf to have him rest the whole 2nd day. This means that the whole league is resting through days number 2 and 3 when Bakugo wakes up. And if we opt this option we know that Bakugo’s waking up is the same of Enji, when he meets Rei and Dabi’s monologue starts as well.

If we pick the second option the reason why we hadn’t seen spinner or skeptic is super easy: AFO said and demand for one of them to patrol. And I think that why Dabi is alone , shirtless on the sofa. He’s just rehearsing what happened (giving us his flashback) while doing what AFO asked. If so, spinner is most likely sleeping (or taking care of Shiga).

So yep : this is the same house. AFO took all of them there , but Toga (who’s wandering somewhere) and most likely Touya is patrolling while Spinner takes some rest (or take care of his new reason to live).

Also i think I’ve already sent you a geographic thing (maybe you thought of it as too boring :( )

But I think it’s possible to roughly track down toga. Now , I’ve found some posts which claimed that Jakku showed Tsukasa clinic (the clinic in which works Deku’s doctor). MHA city has been told being 2 hours by train from Tokyo roughly. This we are extreme close by our main cast ‘s houses. Infact it was said they were born in one or another prefecture , but not which one. Because all students were living in their houses before training camp we can easily supposed that all students have it less than one/two hour by train from ua. So either the main city should be in Shizuoka or in yamanashi, but most likely not in Tokyo special prefecture (because it was said all might agency is in Tokyo, like they aren’t in Tokyo ). Thus if it’s all correct, I think Toga is currently very far from the league and she will take a loooong road to make her appearance again on her mates side. This or Toga will be seen with the main cast.

And last but not least (I swearc the last):nope , AFO doesn’t give a damn of PLF. nor do Shiga nor Dabi. And nor did toga or twice . Maybe spinner and compress were ok with that but... this can be seen throw tiny details (yep I love details!).Shigaraki : after he defeated Re-Destro he had an durala moments and asked “you have money right?” So nope , he didn’t care he just wanted financial stability. Infact if you look at the panel in which hawks meets the PLF attendants you can see that all league is in the right of the table while there’s only one empty chair , at redestro’s right. Symbolically it makes no sense: the leader should be in the centre or his best man should be on the right (the right hand man). I think the seat was empty because the league never lost its identity. They were their own pack, and put redestro, the most annoying one as far as possible , and near “Shigaraki” (who wasn’t there so everyone was happy)- Dabi: he of course couldn’t care less about the PLF. he cares about the league at the very best. He was also the only member wkth toga to share a regiment with Geten. Now , this two aren’t compatible. I think Shigaraki to calm the waters placed toga because she’s a sweetheart (he also sent her to overhaul) and Dabi because he has his own agenda, so he does what he wants. Now , I think Dabi only cared about skeptic. For many reason too long to explain I think Dabi already knew everything about Tomie before Deika. But now with a satellite he could broadcast everything on the national tv. Soooo he never cared (like anything really) but he found something useful- Twice: when hawks entered in the PLF his assignment was speaking destro’s book. Infact he was assigned to Twice regiment but we can see him trying to explain Twice something. Now , hawks read all the book (his coded message) so I guess he was trying to teach Twice what it talked about it. It means twice doesn’t even care about the PLF ‘s ideals.- Toga , Compress and Spinner: they had never express about PLF, but Compress said to love the league not the front , same goes for Spinner. This also makes sense for the regiments: Shiga picked the most adorable villain , who could face even Overhaul without losing her composure (toga) and the one who’s always missing (Dabi). Spinner and compress puts lots of heart in their doings , so I guess sooner or later a conflict would have arisen. But from toga and Dabi? It won’t happen. They are both smart and sly, one is adorable and flexible, the other has a devil may care attitude and he’s always missingShigaraki liked PLF because of his friends. Toga was sad about her torn jacket. In 220 Compress said “if we accepted Overhaul deals we would be eaten sushi by now!” And immediately what their first dinner ? Sushi, liked compress said. I think Shigaraki didn’t have a clue about Touya, but there’s one thing he always did: doing what he wants. Network and recruits was a suit of Dabi, and thus Shiga provided him with new toys and more money. Twice wanted company , and he had. After all Shiga said that he wants to destroy anything but what they likes; they can do what they wants to, and everything is for their sakes.AFO.... he clearly doesn’t care about anything but himself.‘I really disliked , Shigaraki forever. He ditched Toga; as well, he said Compress to “not worry about”. And where is compress now ? Under arrest. Nice. We saw Dabi fixing his own stamples with no aid, so he needs health care but he wasn’t given any (what a overlord of evil, couldn’t he steal a doctor? No healing quirks up to his Darth Vader’s helmet?) and instead what he does ? He puts someone on patrol - most likely Touya himself , but he’s hurt and tired too. I really loved Spinner insight. He’s the closest to Shiga. He can tell AFO isn’t him. Because I really doubt Shigaraki would have ditched two people and leave another one with pain and health issues (as much as he could provide) to check the area. So summing up, the league is the league imo. They are the core. And i reeeeeally hope that their well defined identity in the group will rise to kick AFO from their club.The more I think about ... the more I think that the apple of chaos it’s Toga. She has a twisted but great theme with “love”. She “loves” Izuku, and she “loves” uraraka. She was also the one who questioned Shigaraki who reassured her (they are his allies , they can do what they like). But AFO doesn’t care at all. AFO wants to erased and most likely kill Deku. So it makes sense pulling her out of equation. But when she’ll be back... I don’t know what it might happen. She might be the first to bring a clash maybe ?Plus we have another very interesting detail, now about Tartarus. Which is Kurogiri. In fact police asked Aizawa and Mic to go and see him. Now , If you remember, All Might had that adorable gig with sugar and the students asked about Aizawa. All might said it was an emergency call. Now emergency means “reach a place quickly”. However in chapter 253 we got to see Mic’s car. Now , I’ve been there. You won’t find any car like his in japan. Well , if it’s a Japanese car. I considered it could be an old model (toyota’s had this shape in the 70s 80s, kind of). But the vertical striped makes me think of a dove challenger. Same with the splits on the hood, made to cool down the engine. These are pretty much traits to have dodges in media. Another peculiar thing is the wheel is on the left.This means that while we don’t know we’re Tartarus is exactly , it’s surely near UA , , in a prefecture near the coast. This is because if it were further , Aizawa and Mic would have need to book some train tickets and then reaching the place by car with police or renting. Also, when All might and Aizawa meet the parents in chapter 96, they were driven here and there by someone else (a loft offered by the school). Instead Mic is driving his own American car with the wheel on the left. Most likely they received the call and Mic immediately hop on car with Aizawa. This means that wherever it is , Tartarus is very close to UA, most likely in the same prefecture.Then if we considered how Tartarus is , it can’t be in Tokyo bay ( you can see the other side by sight , while Tartarus is isolated) but I’d place my bets on either Chiba prefecture (where Kirishima and Ashido are from) or Shizuoka (where the main trio and many others are from). That being said, I’d place my odds on Shizuoka because the majority of character are there and because Yaomomo is from Aichi. I took her because people like Kirishima or Mina aren’t that rich and don’t have a massive mansion - their family could have transfer or they can make an effort to go to UA. While I can’t see Yaomomo’s family giving up their house, becuase it’s that big; and aichi shares a border with Shizuoka, while Chiba doesn’t.Basically this to say: probably UA is based in Shizuoka , were also Tartarus and Jakku are. And if this is all correct AFO positively ditched Toga, who’s now in Shizuoka while others are in Niigata. Not so kind of him.

Ahhhh cool! Thanks so much! 

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Shadow & Dust

Location: West Balcony, Grand Central Station

Date/Time: January 1st, 2019, starting at 12:23AM

Featuring: Hendrix Blake & Ramos. Mentions of  Elijah Tallis, Noah Bordeaux, Susannah Glover & Sloan Rivera

It felt warm, arms wide open preparing to divulge the greatest sense of comfort in only those willing to fall to darkness and it prickled the back of his neck like dull, brittle needles. An endless threat that might traverse the expanse of consciousness to simply tear it from beneath corporeal form and render the crumbling point of reality and nightmare as anything close to non-existent. The walls of hell seemed to perforated the living and tear down heavenly solace as the first seconds into the new year devastated a nonsensical feeling of closure that found all those within the effervescent and God-like walls of Grand Central Terminal.

Like a distant memory, death that hung itself limp in the air above, painted an unholy picture, shattered and broken, fleeting shapes of a woman he knew drew a sense of consciousness beyond the black. Darker in complexion, olive like silk that spun a flickering sense of dread and nostalgia between his fingertips, a shadow like ghost that barely lingered a moment before everything went black. That was real; that was real, and the ache that blossomed like watered down acid rain, that felt real too. It was all he remembered above the ringing in his ears. Already calloused palms cut against the rubble beneath them, chunks of the grand halls blown to the smallest shards numbering thousands as they rained down against the marble staircase, tearing at skin and bone as gravity worked it’s ethereal magic and brought down the halls of a once near mythic building.

Clarity was lost on him, the ringing never died out. What might have transpired a stable mans mind fell to the recesses of all things incomprehensible and only with every passing hand of time did he find it in him to piece together where he was. It lurched in his stomach and throbbed a dulling slice of pain along the back of his neck, spiking right up into the base of his skull. Vision swam, each line within the dust blurred as if a sheet of cotton held tightly across his eyes. Movement, he couldn’t keep track, the swimming sensation of sickness that bubbled warm in his throat, swallowed back like pebbles that simply wouldn’t budge. Screaming tore through the air from the basic numb of silence, a harrowing thing to hear the moment incandescence plowed right through into his conscious mind.

A young animal on his feet, Hendrix stumbled and coughed through the dust, finding footing that didn’t quite compromise as level, though the hand held railing shattered, had long since plummeted to the ground below. The scene cast out before him catastrophic, it raged war in lungs that could scarcely inflate with every raspy breath he took. Move. Move. Move. Stable ground didn’t compute in his mind to include a balcony from above. Better to be crushed from above than to plummet, in his mind at least, even if it remained that he couldn’t very well look beyond the balcony until he’d done all he could.

Voices blurred, but Hendrix already well and truly knew that he couldn’t rely on his hearing. Through the settling dust he could see the dark scattering of bodies. The kind that haunted a man long after he’d laid witness. Those that kept sleep from capturing you at night. He could almost taste the thick acrid scent of blood that filtered it’s way through the heavy particles already swarming like ashen smoke. The startling moment a hand wrapped around his ankle sent him reaching for the gun at his back, the hunter only slowly well enough on his draw as he caught sight of the man clinging to the edge of the balcony. Concrete, marble and slate shattered and dangling by the rebar, twisted and bent by the force of the blast. “I got you, don’t move.” He spoke sharply, bending at the knee to grasp his hand between his own.

Pleas and the tightened grasp of the strangers hand mottled with the panic that perhaps he might lost his hold and slip to his death did nothing for stability. The loud creaking of the rebar as he kicked his feet in some attempt to gain a foot up. “Stop, -- stop moving.” He hissed out, swallowing back the wave of nausea that flooded his chest. Heavy warmth hugged the inside of his skull, butchering straight thought and action beyond the slip of his hand and the deafening objecting call of the man below.

Movement to his right sparked something more, the stark difference between the quickened motion of giving aid and that of stalking prey, a hunt through the chaos that couldn’t quite slip the observation of another so accustomed to the stagnant, slowed shift that didn’t quite fit. He might have shrugged it off, not bothered to pay mind to it at all until he saw the dull glint through the dusty haze of light, spilling though the crevices where flames licked the once pristine walls. Perhaps not such an odd sight, all things considered, all species considered within the walls of the new years festivities, but what struck him hardest was the carving, just inside the handle.

A snake, twisted in on itself, the mouth of the serpent eating it’s own tail. Infinite. It struck recognition and a stealthy bout of adrenaline that had Hendrix hauling the man from the ledge, shaky hands finding refuge in the rubble as he steadied himself. Not quite fit for any sense of hand to hand, by will, he knew he didn’t have a choice as he watched the woman advance on one of the Tallis kids. One of the older ones, Elijah? He fleetingly remembered seeing him throughout the night, something which slowly and surely began to add up.

The Ouroboros.

He turned to the man beside him, his heavy breathing more of a bother to Hendrix than he would have admitted. “Stay away from the windows, don’t take the emergency exits,” they’d have covered those, wouldn’t they? “Get downstairs and move.” Hauling him to his feet, Hendrix brushed the dust off of his shoulders and pointed him down towards the most stable looking piece of the staircase. “Don’t turn around, don’t play hero.” It was the last he saw of him.

It might have been easier to get the jump had he been as swift and nimble as he might have any other day, the deft sound of his feet across rubble covered floor not nearly a grand way to solidify the depth of silence necessary. He could bleed for what he did, each and every target as much a sacrifice as it ever was a duty, a little piece of himself shattered beyond repair in the volatile nature of all he could deal out with closed fists and weapons beyond any simplistic sense of protection. He could bleed, and bleed until his veins ran dry for said sacrifice and duty, if only for the touch of chaos that welcomed him home each and every time. Blade for blade, calloused hands left the gun tucked into his holster long forgotten for his more favored pair of switchblades -- the metal tainted and shaped with each poison known to the supernatural world. They were a hard weapon to look past. Hilts twisted by his fingers as he came up behind the woman closing in on the Tallis witch, well beyond capable of keeping his own protection. “Not fucking likely.” He muttered to himself as he thought of one more loss among the masses, his rough grip on her shoulder tearing her from her intended target. The crumbling wall cut his path as he ducked the broken rubble, the shifting of his feet against the hard floor giving away his position to the trained ear; Ramos twisting just enough to sink the glinting edge of her own knife across the sheath of his bicep, slicing clothing and flesh quickly and easily. It solidified his preconceived thoughts about who or what the woman might have been, reflexes of a soldier with the lethal and careless nature that his own kind usually took on. He hissed sharply, as heightened and reckless curiosity paved the way for instinct to kick in, shoulders rolling as he lent away from the attack, only to throw himself forward a heartbeat later.  It blurred, a nonsensical onslaught of movements that didn’t quite sit in perfect harmony with the destruction around them. To some, it would never make sense, but all Hendrix knew was that every slip up -- every momentary peek into the who and what their enemy was, was enough for him. The flurried shift of his body and hers, one left for another right, blood spilling across shattered concrete as flesh and sinew parted way for the force of bone on bone, knuckles against jaw and knifes edge wherever the could reach. It never stopped, the room never once stopped spinning. A merry-go-round of the outreaches of every hellish plane one could think up. Flame and rubble had turned a once night of celebration into one or carnage, and as Hendrix stood just steadily enough, crimson dripping from his brow, he could only find relief in seeing that she was almost no better off than he was. 

Ramos lunged and he weaved, cutting the breadth of his elbow in across her ribs and a sharp swipe of his right blade came down across the flesh of her thigh, both she and the floor beneath them buckling just enough to throw off their center of gravity, Ramos reaching out by shear force of it, grappling with the scuff of his clothing to cast him back into the broken wall. It bit its way through, discomfort flooding the span of his shoulders, even as the hardened curve of his knee caught the concave of her stomach to throw her off. The pair hurtling across the once pristine floor to hover the broken balcony. “Who the fuck are you?” He cut through grit teeth, pinning her with as much might as he could carve from the energy he held within him. “You’re one of them.” Blades long since left to the dust, she reached for his throat, the hardened grip of another hunter not something he’d been all too keen on feeling, a viper like constriction that came with the territory he imagined, unfortunately however, he still had full reach for the handgun he carried, standard issue --- it’d still do the job.  Her nails dug in and he knew the thick scarlet liquid spilled from his flesh beneath them as he drew, the muzzle of his weapon soon finding the softness beneath her jawline, “Who else?” Ramos sneered beneath him, a brittle laugh slicing through the defiant look she’d kept all the while she reached for a chunk of concrete. Fingers curled into her clothing, lifting her just enough to slam her back into the ground, to rip the air from her lungs, “Who the fuck else is there?” The woman’s hues darted upwards, through the settling dust and despite his better judgement, his own followed.  Some distance away, he could familiarize himself with the man with near ebony hair, his stature, his presence alone bled infamy among their world and the woman with him itched the notable feeling of recognition along with him. But the scene just beyond didn’t last, Something all but sucked the air from his lungs. Another explosion? No..-- No, it didn’t hold the same weight, the same daunting feeling he knew they carried. No, this was different. Hotter, brighter and a less intelligent man might have considered calling it nuclear. He knew better, knew the world run much deeper and darker than nuclear warfare. It threw him. Ten feet, Twelve feet. Fifteen feet across the floor, brick and rubble cutting where they didn’t shift beneath him, promising ichor and deep tissue bruising in the later hours. Braced for impact, he shielded his eyes, shielded whatever he could as he saw the darkened shapes of others thrown with him. Blurred, like ink in water, swirling uncertain pictures while a textbook professional asked tell me what you see.  He saw destruction. Death and opportunity. He saw more dust and flame -- white hot and excruciating as it danced vitality across his skin. Dainty and almost perceptive, the flames that licked and scorched everything they touched something deeper than blackened ash, he could have claimed a witches doing. He saw the light, the burning orange light. He saw black.

“Blake? Officer Blake?” A pause as the world seemed to tilt to the left. “Hendrix?” Hands pressed to his chest and a face he couldn’t make out in the grim lighting drew him ever closer to consciousness. Nothing changed; nothing changed. Blood spilled from carved features and from that ash and dirt clung to him as if it came from him in the first place. He reached out for something, anything. A bloodied rock, created from chaos and painted with the crimson hand print of another; left behind in the blast, Ramos had never made the move beneath him despite intention to bash his skull from below moments before hand. “Hendrix, we gotta’ move, the floor it’s.. we gotta’ move.” 

He didn’t hear anything while it spiked, adrenaline surpassing the pain that blistered skin in welts. “The woman,” he demanded shakily as he moved to his feet, “Where is the woman?” Hendrix looked around, doubt spreading on his features as he fought to see through the still burning spot fires, ash and dust, only to find nothing he was looking for. Heated footsteps carried him heavily across the damaged floor, fighting the speed of his own movement as it jarred his head, sent thoughts and attempted speech fall to nothing but a soul splitting ache in the back of his skull.

It’d slipped. Opportunity. A desperate step in the right direction. All of it, had slipped, right through his fingers. 

[glamrus-puta]

Help I Start School Tomorrow: A Check List

Do you need some sweet ass advice from somebody who’s spent no less than 18 years struggling through the muck of academia? Of course you do! Here’s a handy-ass dandy-ass guide to wtf should be going on in your pre-school prep!

Let’s get started~

1) What should I do with my day before I go back to the hell hole that is school?

I’m glad you asked! Do things that make the start of the semester feel like a fun and luxurious adventure awaits you! Especially for college and university people, the start of the semester loses pizzazz with age (and time).

Hype yourself up with some simple self care, these things don’t have to be expensive or cost anything at all if you can utilize what’s lying around in your kitchen, bathroom, neighbour’s house or wherever.

Wash your damn hair! Shower and take all the time you need, shave if you want to while you’re in there. The goal is to feel fresh and a lil less greasy the next morning.

Are you a lazy ass that doesn’t have time to moisturize? Me too! Get some Nivea in-shower lotion if you can, and before you towel dry douse yourself with baby oil gel (or literally just some olive oil or coconut oil- whatever you got lying around). Show yourself some love!!

Now is a great time to style your hair for tomorrow and protect it with a low pony or a night cap, btw

Do a face mask! Do a hair mask! Do a foot mask! Do whatever tf kind of mask you got handy! Use foods from your kitchen, or try Freeman masks they’re around 4$ each. Dollar store prices, department store quality.

Take an hour to fix your nails, toe nails, wax the stache or do any body maintenance you usually do. Pretend you’re going to a sick ass party and you’re grooming your meat vessel to perfection.

Lay out your sick outfit for tomorrow- pro tip: you want to be comfy and functional on buses/trains/on foot or however you commute. Think hard about the kind of weather you’ll be up against, and the general state of the terrain on your commute. Put your outfit on a hanger so it’s ready for tomorrow, even if you can’t do this every night during the school year it’ll get you in the right mental state to have your first day

Prep your meds! A big part of feeling good is taking our medications on time to reap their maximum benefits. Put them out on your kitchen counter if you think you’ll forget, go through your medicine cabinet: is there anything you need to remember to take with you to have during the day? Set alarms on your phone if (like me) you’ve got pills to take at different times of day- label them something that you’ll understand. (I use the names of the doctors that prescribed them so I know which pills are physical health and which are mental health).

Pack your lunch for tomorrow. Fruits and veggies bitch none of this “I’ll buy it when I get there” nonesense. Remember to stay hydrated! Bring some kind of receptacle to hold water/tea/coffee whatever. This is a solid habit to have year round, but remember the first couple school days can frazzle you pretty good and it’s good to have snacks on hand.

CLEAN YOUR GODDAMN ROOM. You’re gonna be shooketh in a bad way if you wake up on the first day of classes with a messy bathroom and shit strewn all over your sleeping space. Take all the time you need to put things lovingly away, if you’re feeling ambitious update your calendar and spray a little room spray or light a scented candle. Ooh la la

Do something fun. Do something distracting. Go out with a friend, read a book, take a couple hours of ‘me time’. You’ll be ready to die for it during the semester.

Feeling nervous? Call literally anybody you can stand to talk to for more than five minutes. Talk about dogs, talk about boats, ask them to guess how many jelly beans you’re holding right this second (sike b the answer is 0)- take a couple steps away from the whole school thing.

2) What the hell do I put in my backpack??

So this is where I fly into an unGodly rage. I’m so tired of seeing Instagram posts telling people their make up, perfume and breath mints are the most important of their school arsenal. What’s gonna save you when you bleed through your pants at school cause Aunt Flo decides to come chill on campus? Your perfume? Unlikely.

Here’s the real tea on what you should have in your bag, based on years of oopses, dire situations, and general mishap management.

A pencil case. Preferably full of writing implements. I can’t believe I have to tell people this but like......I do.....y’all childish

MEDICAL BAG: A small pouch is all you need! Tuck this away in your bag’s inside pocket, or in your purse, it could save not only your life but somebody else’s too. Get your prescriptions you need throughout the day like inhalers, anti anxiety meds, lactose intolerance pills, Imodium, symethicone etc.

Pack some ginger gravol (or regular drowsy gravol) for motion sickness or for when the flu season hits

Benadryl pills (and your epipen if you have one!) this is one of those things you should always have lying around at home and in your car

Alcohol swabs and band aids of your choice. Most pharmacies will sell 100 swabs for around 3$, look in dollar stores for discreet 1st aids packs and band aids. Stash them in your little pouch, it might not be you who falls down a flight of stairs and needs to bandage up their elbow- but at least you can help. (Based on a true story!!!!)

Panty liners/ tampons/ pads- this is another one of those things that others may benefit from

Get yourself a mini deodorant (3$ at Walmart) and wrap your hair ties around it. Double trouble, double storage capacity!

Tylenol/Advil, hunt around for little plastic pill holders like Pill Pals, they’re not usually more than 2 or 3 bucks and they hold A TON of pills

Vagina Bonus Round: do you take birth control? Have a tube of Canesten/Monistat/Vagisil or whatever for when the yeast season is upon us

Remember to carry your hospital card and/or medical insurance card on you at all times

Pharmacies will give face wipes individually wrapped for free. Usually brands like Cetaphil will dump them off as testers for customers- ask your local pharmacy cashier for stuff like mini hand creams, spf lip balms and face wipes. We’re happy to give them to you and you’ll get some real use out of them!

ASS WIPES. GET SOME. You can wipe down your bag with them, wipe down tables with them, flush them, and do all kinds of damage control. Trust.

Emergency money- the medical bag is a great place to hide emergency money (think bus fare, or 5$ for emergency food) because people are unlikely to rob what looks like a 1st aid kit

3. Friends come and go but portable chargers are forever- you can find cheap key chain ones at dollar stores. If you’re going to spring for one that lasts a few days on one charge I suggest the OKZU from Amazon. It’s HELLA SLIM and I can hold a charge for about 3 days before it reaches even 75% battery capacity. (It’s also the most budget friendly I’ve found to date about 14$ after shipping).

4. Remember make up, gum, little travel items and perfume can have a place in your bag but I would suggest transferring as much as you can into smaller and smaller containers. A whole bottle of perfume is a lot to carry around, imagine a water bottle bouncing around your bag- that’s the kind of space you’re using up. Be mindful of just how many books/ copy books/ textbooks you’ll be toting around and if it gets to be too much- get an actual tote!

5. A little clip on hand sanitizer never hurt anybody...also Kleenex I promise you’ll use it. (And if you don’t I’ll be there to borrow it lmao) ALLERGY SEASON BONUS ROUND: a small bottle of off brand artificial tears are great to stow in your glasses case for all those shitty October mornings where your eyes refuse to act like eyes and not the Sahara Desert 🐫 off brand artificial tears run for between 2-4$ at most Walmarts!

3) I’ve used my last 24 hours to get my shit together- but I have a horrible impending sense of doom! What should I do?

Ah anozzer day in bikini bottom, which means another day of crippling anxiety for 25% of adult Canadian students! (Wow that’s a lot of students!) Boy do I know how tough it is to be thrown back into the pressure cooker of life that we call school. Here are some tips from me to you that I hope help a little bit:

I believe in you! It’s not a tip, but I want you to know that I do. If you’re feeling unsure/ silly/ out of your element/ etc think about me wandering around just as confused as you are! And have a good laugh at my expense! Shoot me a DM, scroll around my nonesense blog- wow check me out I’m a real living person and I made this post for you- because why? I care about your well being! Sometimes it just helps to know that there’s somebody out there thinking about you and wishing for your safe return home at the end of the day~ for the start of your semester I’ll be that person. *smooch*

Arrive early! My therapist once told me that rolling out of bed five minutes before I have to be somewhere limits my chances of having a calm and meaningful experience where I’m going. I hate to admit it but she makes a good point. Wake up early and do something nice for you: have breakfast, just sit on your balcony and breathe some fresh air, pet your cat and gaze upon their stupid face. Take the time.

Arrive early BONUS TIP: get to where you’re going an hour early and just wander! Window shop, roam the building, learn where the fire exit is, sit outside on a bench and watch the students come in and out. The longer you chill at school the homier it’ll feel, and the more you feel at home somewhere the more you feel at ease. Strike up random convos with strangers if you’re feeling brave, or text an understanding friend to meet you there and roam alongside you.

Plan your day! Get an agenda if it’s in your means, or just scribble on some scrap paper. Make your grocery list, write your tasks of the day, your goals of the day, or even just a positive affirmation. Sometimes even when I know exactly what I’m doing that day, or have something trivial to do (like laundry) I’ll write down “do laundry” to feel like I have a clear path to follow.

Embrace your local accessibility Center and school councellor. Don’t live in fear of the resources your school provides. It seems scary/embarrassing/weird to have to have special accommodations to deal with your anxiety or depression but GIRL once you’re all set with the appropriate tools there’s truely nothing that can stop you. This was my experience anyway, but I strongly urge everybody I meet to take advantage of school services and wring them for all they’ve got. They’re there for you boo!

HOT TIP: feeling dizzy and overwhelmed on the bus? Look at the wall or something that isn’t moving. DONT LOOK OUT THE WINDOWS AS THIS MAKES DIZZINESS WORSE. Breathe in 2 beats and out 3 beats- this cuts your fight or flight. If you’re going to drink take small sips out of a straw or without moving your head. My GP gave me this advice and it’s saved my whole ass quite a few times.

Download free apps that are anti anxiety in the form of fun games. I’ve had positive results with Viridii (where you grow a little succulent garden) Tap Tap Fish (basically you’re a sentient coral that decorates the sea floor) and Polytap (you basically count the vertices of spinning polygons). A cursory google search will reveal more fun games for emergency anxiety relief! I also like to go on YouTube and search for positive affirmation anxiety videos, or storm/white noise/ ocean anti anxiety sounds the night before to get me in the right headspace to sleep!

So this has been your lightning round/ crash course for what to do the 24 hours before school! I hope you feel a little more prepared to take on the start of the semester!

A dios hoes!!

[spellyjane]

Splashed, Mashed and Dashed on to the podium at Kona!

THAT'S ME, 3RD W45-49 IN THE 🌏

After my 1st go at this race in 2017, I was a little torn. Part of me was happy to tick IRONMAN World Championships off my list and never put myself through that sufferfest again. I hated it, it was hot, the run was horrible, and I found the layout of the transition, spectator areas and general logistics to be claustrophobic ordeals. However, on the evening after that 2017 race, I saw athletes heading home from the award ceremony with their ukeme bowls and I felt a strong pang of want.  My race had not gone to plan, I knew I could do better and I wondered where a good day at Kona would put me. After a few more weeks of reflection and recovery I decided that yes, I needed to give it another go.

I started to write my thank yous at the end of this report, but I realised that I may lose a few of you along the way and this is important. Thank you to my biggest fan and supporter, Simon. I love chasing him up hills on bikes, holding his wheel all these years had made me a better person and without his encouragement and support I just could not do this. My coach, Rick Schopp, gosh, I feel like I say this all the time, but he pushes me where I don’t always want to go and he must find it hard to sleep with all the pins I stick into that voodoo doll, (I have taken them all out now.)  I thank him especially for pushing me, for listening, for calling me out when I am being a slack ass and for the awesome giggle when he hears my results. Thank you to my team at INTENT, the messages before and after were off the charts! I know a whole bunch were tracking me all day and I was sending my thanks every time I hit a timing mat! Thanks to my Dad for coming all the way from Sydney to cheer and sherpa, that was pretty awesome. I don’t get to see him enough, to have him there was really special.

DAD, READY TO CAPTURE IT ALL

So I found myself at the starting line of this year’s race in quite a different headspace. I had 2 more humbling Ironman experiences under my belt, a crazy amount of fitness gained from lots of training in our new 1750m above sea level abode and some practiced heat coping strategies. I was going for a top 10 finish and a course PR regardless of the weather.  My race plan was full of lessons learned from last year, paces, watts, calories, salt and heat coping strategies. I hoped I could pull it all off but I knew that at some stage I would run out of script and just have to ad lib.

7:20am - BOOM! I am swimming. My mission was 8:35 per 500m. This would give me about 1 min faster than last year. I got kicked and pummelled last year so I positioned a little left to avoid the chaos. It worked, it was busy but not as bad. My watch buzzes every 500m, the glance at my splits was telling me we had a bit of current assist on the way out. So when we made the turn I just dug in and pushed hard, trying not to lose too much of the time I had gained on the way out. I kept asking myself if I was going hard enough and could I push any harder, I kept reminding myself to stay on the gas all the way to the finish.  I reached the sand and scrambled up the stairs, already thinking about how I was going to execute T1. Thank goodness for the volunteers helping out here as I was almost wiped out by a wave that came crashing over the stairs as I was trying to read the time on my watch. Woo hoo, 1:06:40, 3 minutes faster than last year.

OK, NOW FOR A LITTLE BIKE RIDE

I was handed my T1 bag and ran into the change tent. With the help of a volunteer I was on my way in moments.  I was jogging along at the pace of the pack as we made our way to our bikes, I turned on some hussle when I remembered that I was racing! I saw the lamp pole I’d scoped out to landmark my aisle earlier that morning and made the turn, I found my bike no problems. I had opted to clip my shoes in pre race, so by the time I reached the mount line my socks were super soggy from the saturated carpeting.  My feet were never dry all day, I’d post a pic of the result but I don’t want to freak y’all out too much. 😱 The mount line was a bit of a zoo but I made it out in one piece! 3:13 about 1:30 faster than last year.

My first 15 minutes of riding were at an intensity (IF) of .78, oops! I was aiming for .66, my goodness, this is rookie territory! Clearly I was a bit amped and buzzed with the good swim start. I lost a bottle of electrolytes/nutrition on a bump at the 5k mark but did not sweat it.  I had a back up in my special needs bag located up in Hawi at about the 100k mark. I was taking on cals and salt every 30 mins, I was taking water bottles and refilling my built in hydration bag and keeping a spare bottle on the back cage. I had some additional electrolytes to add to the water while I was on the go as well.  It was not as hot as last year, my data recorded an average temp of 32C with a high of 37C, last year I recorded and average temp of 36C and a high of 39C. We seemed to have a tiny bit of cross head wind on the way out to the Hawi turn around. I started to pay attention to race numbers. Last year I did not realise that we would not have our age groups tattooed to our calves and I didn’t realise that the race numbers were grouped in ages. I was on to it this year and I knew the range I was racing.  At this point, I was doing all the passing, I don’t recall being passed by anyone in my age group at all on the bike.

PROBABLY DOING 500W HERE 😜

I was pushing a few extra watts than I planned in order to keep out of draft zones and it did not seem to be hurting me. I struggled last year to hold my watts and ended up with an IF of .64 and in Boulder earlier this year same thing happened and I went .62, I put this down to the heat. I have managed .69 in other races but felt that that was too aggressive for Kona, knowing how brutal that run can be, so I felt that .66 was a good stretch for me this year. But on the day I felt like I was holding way too much back at those watts so I let loose a bit. Besides, I was kind of enjoying myself. The climb up to Hawi felt insignificant and I was well on my way to smashing out a great bike.  I saw some folks holding out an Aussie flag right at the U turn, crikey, that shit slays me, I felt quite emotional.

The ride back to Kailua was good.  I was not cracking. I pushed on, crunching splits in my head and feeling really good. I started to ease up a little and spin at a little higher cadence to get ready to run.  I came in at 5:10:23, a big course PR, and unbeknownst to me at the time this 4th fastest bike split had me sitting in 3rd place.

I handed my bike off to a volunteer and ran into the change tent. Helped by another volunteer I threw my shoes on, grabbed my race belt (all loaded up with my gels, hat, number and emergency Immodium) and took off. I missed the sun screen, not on purpose, I just did not see any. Ugh, this sport is turning me into a melanoma snack bar. I got out on the run with a T2 of 3:02, again, saved another 1:30 on last year.

I had loaded my pocket pre race with a couple of nylon panty hose cut into long sock lengths.  At the 1st aid station I filled one up with ice and tied it around the back of my neck, it dripped icy cold water down my back for about 30 min. It was awesome. I was using some new gels, loaded with salt and a lower but isotonic sugar concentration.  They go down so so easy and have as much salt as the salt tablets I was taking on the bike. I had zero gut issues this year. I calculated that last year I spent about 7 minutes in the toilets throughout the race and spent a good deal of time in a lot of discomfort.  This year no problems at all!

BEFORE IT GOT TOO UGLY 😂

I was holding a conservative pace, dying a little on the hills but pulling it back up on the flats and descents. I was not able to see the race numbers of the girls I was passing and being passed by. I was told by a friend at about the 3km point that I was in 3rd.  I was passed by Elisabetta (she went on to 2nd place) just before the halfway point so I wondered if that put me in 4th. I came up upon my friend Jeff, we reached an aid station together, I grabbed a water and dumped it down his back, I can't remember what I said, but he wished me well and I pushed on.  Another friend at about 21k told me that I was in 3rd and I was shocked. I was not sure where the other girls were but dang I knew they would be coming. I was remembering that feeling of seeing those ukeme bowls awarded to the top 5 and I began to think I could really get one. The toughest part of the race was the climb up out of the energy lab, the sun on my back was awful and I was tired.  I let my pace fall to a level that apparently had my husband and my coach, who were tracking me via the timing mats, having heart attacks. What I did not know, but what they could see was that I was being ferociously stalked by the gal in 4th place, she was gaining on me at at rate that had Simon and Rick on the edge of their seats. I am glad I was oblivious to the actual threat. I made it back up onto the Queen K and just held onto the pace as best I could. I told myself to NOT slow down.  The last 8k were tough, I was scared of every foot fall behind me. That kept me moving for sure. I made that last soul and body draining climb of the run, passing the crazy awesome peeps at the Base Performance tent before making that divine turn down Palani Drive. I bounded down that hill smiling my head off. I still had 2k to go but I was so close and the hard part of the course was done. Now it was time to wave to my Dad and friends, smile big and bring it home. I was passed by a gal in the finish chute, and I wondered if I had just lost 3rd but I did not care, I knew I had one of those bowls.  I nearly choked when I saw my time too. Whaaat! A 3:42:01 marathon gave me a finish time of 10:05:19. So much to be happy about!

WHAT DID I JUST DO!?

A bit of post race asthma had me into the med tent.  Ugh, thanks to Christian and Meredith for helping me out.  I was still in the med tent when I turned my phone on to dozens of messages.  The 1st one I opened was from Simon, it said, “3rd place, woo hoo!” I lost it, ugly happy crying, “I am ok!” I wheezed at the poor alarmed medic who did not know what to make of my sudden heaving outburst.

So that was the race, I have left out so many details, but to sum up, I feel like I had one of my most perfect races.  With hindsight, I feel like I could have pushed a tiny bit harder on the bike, but I could not have know that till after.  I wished I could have run under 3:40, I know in hindsight that I could not, I really did not leave anything out there. That 2 mins would not have made a difference in my placing, I just wished I could have held onto my pace. That gives me something to work on and I am fine with that.   I will call this an Ironman PR, (my 10:04 in Cozumel does not count because of the massive current assisted short swim course.) I am not sure that I want to right now... but I think I can still wring a little more out of this body. I really want to go under 10 hrs! As for placing 3rd in the women’s 45-49 AG, (IN THE WORLD - tee hee) I am really happy, happy that I was able to pull together my best performance on a day when it really mattered.  I absolutely know that I had some fierce competition out there, I know their A games and so I know that their days did not all go to plan, so I remain inspired, vigilant and on my toes.

Kudos to many many athletes on the day for pushing through the heat and distance to achieve some great results.  My very good friend Jeff, had his 1st go at Kona after many years in the sport.

PRE RACE SELFIE WITH JEFF

This was a dream day he never thought he would have, his joy, emotion and pride at being there was written all over him! He a great day, he was beaten up a little by the run but his smoking bike made up for it and his overall time was where he said he hoped it would be.  I bet he goes back for another crack. Kudos to my other Jeff, (I have a couple,) Jeff B took about 50 mins off his 2017 time. Kudos to Lindsey my friend the human fish who gutted out a run after tearing something important in her hip in T2. I mean she really gutted it out, she was black and blue but she still pulled off a very tidy performance.

The awards ceremony - ahh, where to begin without sounding like a real cow. Sorry, Ironman, this was not awesome. Charging my Dad $55 to eat dinner off a paper plate with a bottle of water at an out door folding table with a plastic table cloth made me a little mad. It was the only way to get into the awards so what can you do? 

I made the most of my time on the stage, soaking it in, congratulating Janette, Elisabetta, Linda and Tanja with whom I shared the podium.  I just wish my Dad had a telephoto lens to capture the moment a little more clearly. (I guess they assume we are all happy to buy the Finishers Pix.)

Family and friends were restricted to a barricade well away from the stage and off to the side to accommodate the VIP area and TV camera scaffold. VIPs were standing up and walking around with backs to the stage making it difficult for us common Age Groupers to get a picture of one of the MOST AWESOME MOMENTS OF OUR LIVES. I really could go on, but I will put it all in my survey.

One last heart felt thank you to the IRONMAN volunteers, I met people who flew in from all over the world to volunteer (including Meredith and Scott from BC Canada!) and thank you to the locals who embraced the chaos and gave up their time to help put this show on. I had many wonderful experiences with many volunteers, I am so grateful for all the help and cheers!

[stone-man-warrior]

September 30, 2018: 6:59 pm:

September 30, 2018: 5:08 pm:<br><br>The information contained in the FEMA ale...

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- Updated: 2018-09-30T21:59:00-0400September 30, 2018: 5:08 pm:

The information contained in the FEMA alert message being promoted on the Department of Homeland Security Twitter feed is astonishing.

This promotion tells me that all over the USA, on October 3, 2018 at 2:18 pm EDT, there will be a test of a Emergency Broadcasting Campaign that will send a message to every cellular telephone that has the capability built in to receive such broadcasts.

How am I supposed to interpret this news? I cannot use a cellular phone to contact anyone who will respond to terrorist threats that include the use of poison gas by terrorists that are killing the population of the USA.

I'll tell you what I think this is based on many years of being subject to terrorism.

First, understand that tomorrow, October 1st, is the one-year anniversary of the successful terrorist attack in Las Vegas that included the fear associated with fake presentation of a shooter at a music concert, and the reality of the terrorist attack and take-over of the Desert View Hospital there. Also, understand the anniversaries are very important to the Screen Actor Guild Seventh Day Adventist Terrorists who are killing and replacing the population. Anniversaries such as tomorrow's celebratory news of the "Tragedy at the music concert", are repeated yearly in celebration, not necessarily as a means of providing any useful "News" to the people of the USA. Then, understand that the use of numerals in terrorism provides a communication language useful for terrorist operatives to understand what is asked of them.

The time of the advertised "Emergency Broadcast" is essential for understanding that it is bullshit. Why not do it at 2:20? or 2:00? How about presenting the "Emergency Broadcast" at a time of day that the most people can actually use the information presented, like, say, 6:00 pm EDT? It is standard procedure to air live television programs at 6:00 pm Eastern time so that the most people will be available to view live television broadcasts.

The reason it is not happening at 6:00 pm Eastern time is to provide information to the terrorist operatives. If it was done at 6:00 pm Eastern, there would be nothing to say, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to see. The notion that this "Test" is happening at 2:18 pm Eastern is the same as saying to terrorists "Hey... look at me!".

Once the terrorists who are trained to act in some way see that the information presented here indicates that they need to have a closer look, they see that the time of the event is 2:18 pm. Eighteen is the next bit of information being communicated to terrorist operatives. Eight plus one equals nine. Nine in terror talk is "NO". "No" in this communication is "pay no attention to the eighteen". That leaves the 2. October 1, plus two is the third of October. The important day here is the First of October. The instructions are specific for terrorist operatives to know that the First of October is the anniversary, and the third of October is the Emergency Test that follows the anniversary.

I don'y have sufficient training or knowledge to find other, supporting, instructional terrorist communication for what is about to occur, however, I am certain that this is a "Throw before the toss" terrorist maneuver. The throw is the anniversary of the Las Vegas event tomorrow, October 1, the toss is what follows. On October 3, there will be something that is terrorist specific that will be triggered by something that will occur on the first of October, tomorrow.

I have already seen enough communication on Twitter at the DHS feed and on Mike Pompeo's feed to be confidant in the idea of the eighteen minute designation part of the"Emergency Test" is to be added as a "one plus eight equals nine". The indicators for this are subtle, but they are there. References to German news or ideas were presented somewhere, I don't recall where. There was a math problem presented somewhere else. These small details are exactly the kind of thing that terrorist soldiers and operatives are trained to see, intemperate, and apply in order to know what there instructions are.

I am interpreting the little bit of this communication to terrorists that I understand, as a message that basically reads "the plan is a GO... this is not a drill, we are live, and everything is in place". Had the Emergency test been done at 6:00 pm EDT, there would be no event. The indications I get, are suggestive that there will be an event. That is all I understand about it except for the notion that all of the indicators are coming from DHS and Mike Pompeo. There are no other sources that I have looked for or seen indicators of any kind. I will keep looking for indicators.

There is one other indicator that is also very small. Secretary Nielsen is showing too much outward interest in the sinking of a World War 1 US Navy Ship, the TAMPA. One-Hundred years have past. The Secretary has made an announcement today that there were 131 crew members aboard the TAMPA. One, Thirty-one. October has 31 days. October 1st is the anniversary of the Las Vegas event. Secretary Nielsen continuously Ignores the requests made to her for help. She refuses to acknowledge the use of the Nitrous Oxide Versed airborne gas mixture, and looks to me as if she is intentionally mocking the notion of the use of the gas outwardly in her statements. I do not believe that woman speaks English and in fact is behaving like the terrorists who use Partners for their communication such that those who do not speak English speak to others with the aid of a US Citizen that is being forced to use electronic communication to aid their terrorist captors in speaking the English Language. That is one of the most common uses of "Partners". If she is using a "Partner", there will be one nearby, inside of the trunk of a car or something similar for confinement, nearby her all of the time. The woman reeks of treason.

This explanation will not ever be taken seriously by anyone, especially those who are employed as counter-terrorist agents because they are trained only to consider Muslim's when looking for terrorist communication. No one in national security is interested in stopping terrorists who are associated with Christianity, despite two thousand years of murdering the Christians have done to anyone who will not convert to Christianity. Counter terrorist personnel, it seems, have never been taught anything about the Crusades.

Something is going down with the anniversary of the Las Vegas taking of the Deseret View Hospital, in association with the upcoming "FEMA Emergency Broadcast" to be done on the Third of October at 2:18 pm EDT.

Here is the promoted advertising campaign artwork as promoted on Twitter.com, at the Department of Homeland Security feed.

September 30, 2018: 5:08 pm: The information contained in the FEMA alert message being promoted on the Department of Homeland Security Twitter feed is astonishing. This promotion tells me that all over the USA, on October 3, 2018 at 2:18 pm EDT, there will be a test of a Emergency Broadcasting Campaign that will send a message to every cellular telephone that has the capability built in to receive such broadcasts. How am I supposed to

(4-6-2019: Authors Note: Again, this is an example of Google truncating and deleting the information. There is no way to ever get that information back. It’s gone forever.)

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StoneMan .Warrior

- 2018-09-30T23:56:00-0400

September 30. 2018: 8:51 pm:

I just noticed the information on the advertisement for the Wireless Emergency Test indicates that it was "Postponed", and the October 3 date was not the preferred or originally scheduled time slot.

Now I am wondering when it was originally supposed to happen? I'll guess... October 1.

StoneMan .Warrior

- 2018-10-01T00:32:55-0400

September 30, 2018: 9:03 pm:

Well, had I been paying closer attention I would not have written all that about the Emergency Alert. The notion that the alert is being done on the back-up date rather than the primary date pretty much makes everything I wrote in the first entry null and void. It all still is associated with the October 1st anniversary, however, the thing happening on the back-up date is more indicative that there was a signal for an event of some kind to be a go, now looks like either a "No Go", or, is beyond what I can interpret without doing a whole bunch of reading and head scratching.

I still believe there is a "Throw before the Toss". The emergency alert, as far as I can determine, is scheduled to be a "Presidential Alert", rather than an Amber Alert or Weather Alert. What I know to be true is that the President has been advancing armies over the television, and those advancements  are repeated on the internet. With the Presidential Alert, it appears, that the technology will advance as it has been doing. I am under the impression that a phone equipped with readiness to receive emergency alerts will be subject to Presidential Alerts without ability to opt-out. The weather and amber alerts are optional. If these Alerts are geographically specific, and a nationwide alert goes out, how would citizens know if the alert received on the West Coast is the Same as the one on the East Coast in the event that terrorists are controlling the cellular communications of regional cellular connections... such as the way Oregon has been made useless as a means of communicating with a  cellular phone. In what ways can a StingRay Surveillance device interfere with the WEA? In what way could one-hundred StingRay Surveillance devices interfere with WEA over a wide regional area?

I guess it really does not matter. The cellular telephones do not work for communication in Oregon. Only the illusion that the cellular telephones reach those we call is in place. The reality is that none of the calls I make go where I actually call without a third party listening and manipulating the calls. Most of the calls I make and receive are manipulated to the extent that everything that is said is either used to hurt me, or to hurt my family members that I used to call and receive calls from. Now, the people who call from a family members telephone are not the people who own the phone, they are not my family members, but rather are impostors who gain information by pretending, and they also provide terrifying stories and accounts of what they experience such that I cannot determine who these people are. With the notion of a "Presidential Alert" on the kind of telephone system we have in Oregon, I can only imagine that the cast of Green Acres will be instructing me to climb the nearest cellular telephone tower in order to receive the news necessary to save my own life.

The Presidential Alert will be used to advance the Seventh Day Adventist armies. That could provide geographic specific instructions rather than blanket statements made on television as is happening now.

Throw before the toss. The throw is still on the first of October, if not a throw, than a party for the Guild will happen.

[geeky-galpal]

Happy Birthday, Regina Mills

Regina’s birthday was February 1st, and I had this fic in my head: Regina and Maleficent having sex on her office desk to celebrate.

Sadly, life got a little in the way, and it took me longer to get to it than originally expected. Luckily, it’s still February for a few more days at least. Soo... consider this a belated birthday present?

4K words and 2.5K of those words are pure desk sex. Before and after the smut, be weary of some angst.

If I’ve still kept you interested, read at AO3 here or below the cut! 

TW: brief mentions anxiety and panic atacks, at the beginning and end of the fic.

(as always, my gratitude to @oparu who is the greatest beta and quite possibly the greatest human walking this planet, more broadly)

February 1st.

Regina swipes the date on her phone’s home screen and rolls her eyes.  She had gone out of her way, for once, finally, to mark her birthday as special. She had cleared her schedule. She even relented after some insistent prodding and allowed Henry the day off from school. They were going to continue their decade-plus tradition of funny face pancakes and this year, in honor of it being their first collective birthday spent with Maleficent in the house, add to it by spending the entire day together teaching Mal the finer points of the Skywalker Saga.

 She was supposed to not had to take off her pajamas or comb her hair. It was supposed to be the three of them. Perhaps, a phone call to the Charmings in the afternoon, a FaceTime with her sister and niece. Quiet. Peace for 24 hours. That was all she wanted. AND STILL THE UNIVERSE SAW FIT TO DENY HER.

 Fitting.

 It’s fitting that just as Maleficent woke her up before the sun rose and the first bird chirp, determined to start their day together naked and wrapped in each other, warm beneath her down comforter-- just then the main line pipes would freeze and break open in the mines. It’s fitting that as she was climbing her way to the most delicious of orgasms, clenched around Mal’s fingers and mouth on her breasts-- that’s when her phone buzzed with Emma’s voice on the other end.

 “Happy Birthday, Regina. I, ugh, I freaking hate this. I do. But, well,…. ”

 For everything she has done and the pain she has inflicted time and again in her life, it’s fitting that she wouldn’t be granted this moment of peace.

 She earned this karma the hard way. It was her price to pay.

 She rolls her neck from side to side. On top of everything else, she really shouldn’t be spending the day lost in the depths of self-loathing. But, that is her way, wasn’t it? One thing piles on another and she takes it all.  It’s barely noon and her back is one giant knot. Everything hurts.

 She slides her chair away from the desk and tries the deep breathing exercises she has been practicing with Dr. Hopper.  Posture straight, feet planted, air in through the nose, in to her diaphragm, hold for 5 seconds and push it back out through her mouth. 1…. Breath in,  2…. Hold it, Hold it, 3…. Out through pursed lips, like a balloon letting out air, 4.... Again.

 Fuck.

 This isn’t working.  This is the start of another long, dark, bad afternoon. She just knows it. It’s not full blown yet, but she knows her symptoms. The weight between her shoulder blades is crushing, the tightness in her stomach and chest that twists on itself. At the realization of what’s to come, her heart starts to speed a little, skipping beats out of rhythm. It’s a train coming right towards her and she can’t seem to find her way off the tracks.

 She should call someone. She should, at the very least, not be alone.  Dr. Hooper has been working with her on this. She’s deserving of love, others will be willing to support her, that’s what he would say right now. And it’s her birthday after all.

 Mal pops into the front of her mind.  Mal cozy at home with Henry on the couch. They decided not to watch the movies without her, but Henry had somehow successfully persuaded his way out of school for the day regardless.  They are probably indulging in some truly bad cable television right now. Or maybe a game of chess, Maleficent has been teaching him the finer points of the game recently. He hadn’t beaten either of the yet-- but with each game he was getting sharper, closer…

 She grips the phone in her hand. OK, it’s ok. You can ask for help from your family. This isn’t weakness. This isn’t defeat.

 She flits the phone between her fingers, shaking her legs and tapping her heels against the floor. She worries her lip a little and works up the strength to tap the call button.

 “BBBZZZZZ…. Mayor Mills, you have a lunch appointment”, her receptionist interrupts her thoughts on the intercom.

 She leans over and taps the button: “I can assure you, that as I was NOT supposed to be in work at all today, I have no such thing”

 Then, she hears Henry’s laugh.

 Her heart leaps at the sound. She doesn’t know exactly what’s happening, but if Henry is about to barrel in here, she needed to take these last seconds and at least wipe the tears that were threatening the creases of her eyes.

 She stood up and smoothed dress, just in time for the door to open. Henry, jovial and bundled up from the cold, his nose and cheeks flushed despite the stripped scarf he has wrapped tight. Not more than two steps behind him comes strolling Maleficent, her grey trench coat buttoned to the top, leather gloves clutching… is that a picnic basket? Of all things?

 “What in the world??? How? HOW?” Her voice cracks a little, as she fights back against the rollercoaster of emotion battling inside of her.

 “Hey Mom! Did we surprise you? We got you good, huh?” He turns to Mal and then back to her, smiling wide his eyes dancing, “I Told You She Wouldn’t Expect it!”

 She plasters a smile on her face to match her son’s and Henry comes into her arms, tucking his head down on to her shoulder.  Her eyes meet Maleficent’s. Crap. Mal isn’t buying this rouse for a second. Regina immediately can tell, she knows. 

 Still, by the time Henry pulls away and faces them both again, their silent moment interrupted, Mal has already steeled her face back to neutral. And for that Regina is supremely grateful.

 She sets the picnic basket down on the table as if nothing has happened, removes her gloves, and claps her hands together. “Young Mister Mills here started planning this little escapade almost immediately after you left this morning. We had hoped that by lunch you would have gotten the worst of the emergency under control…”

 “I called Granny’s and had her put away three orders of roasted butternut squash soup, two bacon grilled cheeses, and a salad before she set the diner up for the lunch rush. And then I went over to Grandma’s and borrowed the basket and picnic blanket! After that, things pretty much took care of themselves. OH! Doc’s Dime Store had the plastic spoons and forks and stuff. We also got these…” Henry pulls out the most juvenile birthday hats that Regina has ever seen.

 There seems to be three of them stacked on top of each other, turquoise with red pom-poms on the top and gold fringe along the sides. Each with different cartoon animals printed on the front. A lion, an elephant, and a monkey, from what she can see. Henry is nearly bouncing up and down like a jackrabbit as he unpacks the basket. He’s taller than her now but in this moment she can see him- and he is still 5 years old. Pure kinetic energy.

 Mal takes two of hats out of Henry’s hands and stretches the elastic of one of them around her head, leaving the tip a bit askew atop of her blonde hair, slicked back into a bun. She looks positively ridiculous, particularly because she is taking herself so seriously.

 “It was explained to me that these head pieces are traditional for marking birthdays in this realm”

 “Yes, they are…. For small children”, Regina cuts her eyes at Henry. To his credit, the boy holds out a full two beats before laughing. She can’t help it, she laughs along with him. For the first time since this morning, she can feel tension begin to genuinely leave her body. The joke slowly dawns on Maleficent, and she joins in.

 “Ah, I see. Well, nevertheless,” Maleficent dramatically bows before her, the other cone hat outstretched as an offering in her hand. “Your Majesty.”

 Regina curtsies before accepting her cone-shaped “crown”, fixing it to her head. She bends down to grab Maleficent’s face in her hands, pulling her up for a chaste kiss. Well… mostly chaste. She hears Henry clearing his throat before they break apart.

 Her not-so-little boy is smoothing out their blanket on the floor and organizing their lunch containers. She sees him reaching into the basket with a mischievous smile, pulling out a box of chocolate frosted donuts. Their special treat. One of them, it seems, comes with a singular birthday candle.

 “So mom, are you going to take off your heels and join us on the floor? Or are you too busy for Operation: Yogi Bear?”

 “Yogi Bear?”

 Henry smiles broadly, “Yeah, remember, from the cartoon? Because he eats all the picnic baskets.”

 Regina once again feels tears pricking at her eyes, and she can only hope that they are seen to Henry as tears of joy. They came to her aid, a fierce dragon and brave Prince. Her own little band of heroes. They didn’t even know they were saving her, but they came anyway.

 And in that brief moment, Regina is sure she has never felt more cherished or loved.

An hour later, they had finished their picnic.  Laughter and the comfort of soup brought the welcome respite that Regina needed; she had even convinced Mal into a joking foot rub as they all exchanged donut bites And those few extra hugs from Henry before he left to answer the call of his yet un-played video games at home really hit the spot. For just a little while, it was the three of them in their own bubble, away from the world.  

 But now, their little bubble has popped.  Maleficent is cleaning up their mess and Regina finds herself once again fighting that aching feeling in her stomach. She reels at the thought of the rest of her paperwork, threatening to drown her, and endless stream of phone calls that await her. Her anxiety rising.

 Regina can feel Maleficent looking at her, tilting her head as she decides how to best approach.

 “Do you want to talk about it yet?”

 Regina demurs, tucking loose strands of her hair behind her left ear. She goes to her desk and busies herself stacking and restacking her papers, hoping that Mal will drop it. She couldn’t ask for more from her, she… just couldn’t. Not after everything Maleficent had already done.

 Mal sets aside the rest of the takeout containers and rises to join her, bending over the desk just enough so that her long elegant fingers still Regina’s wrists, holding firm.

 “Do you want to NOT talk about it?”

 Oh.

 That.

 Well, yes.  That is something she could use right now. A way to release her anxieties, a body to work her frustrations out against. That is what Maleficent is offering. She doesn’t have to talk, she can just be. Maleficent will do this for her.

 Her pulse is already starting to thud for an entirely different reason at just the thought. She licks her lips and whispers, “Lock the door”.

 “Oh, and. before you do, tell my receptionist to take the half day.” Regina’s stomach goes hot as she waits for Mal to return.

 She has no idea what she said to Brooke, but when she re-enters the room, Maleficent is positively wolfish.  The mood between them already changed, the air thick with anticipation. Mal bares her teeth more than she smiles in Regina’s direction.

 “Now, that’s taken care of. There’s no one around”, she locks the door with a flick of her wrists and glides back across to where Regina is perched against her desk.

 “If you only knew …” she uses her full lips to pull at the skin of Regina’s neck, “how many times I’ve wanted to have you right here, on this desk”. Mal’s lips go from probing kisses to prolonged sucks, dancing against her pulse. Regina hums as she continues, “You have no idea…. How many times I have wanted to just bend you over…”, Mal reaches behind her then, grabbing her ass, “…and have my way with you.”

 Regina whimpers at the thought, pressing and releasing her thighs together for friction as she feels her wetness build.  Damn, she didn’t think she would be this wet this quickly.

 “So you’ve fantasized about this, before? Whose birthday present is this supposed to be, anyway?”

 “You’d rather I leave and let you work?”, Mal teases while her hands travel up and down the curve of Regina’s ass, caressing the hem of her dress.

 Regina pushes her away mockingly, “Don’t. You. DARE.” She laughs as she lets Mal lift her properly onto the desk. She ruches her dress up and wraps her legs around her waist, pulling them closer together until they are flesh against each other and Maleficent is groaning against her neck.

 They stay there together, making out like teenagers as opposed to old lovers, tasting each other’s skin and swallowing each other’s sounds, limbs intertwined. Soon, Regina’s hands are traveling underneath Mal’s blouse, growing firmer with each pass, making their way to her front, where she begins to knead her gently over her bra.

 Maleficent pulls back, smirking as she begins to unbutton her shirt. Regina leans back to watch, breath ragged, hands firm behind her on the desk.

 Then she reaches forward, entranced, trailing one finger against Mal’s soft skin, as it is exposed, button-by-button.

 Mal exhales a breath that Regina hadn’t realized she was holding and the quiet sound of it only spurs Regina on. Her mouth moves to replace the feather-lite caresses of her finger, forging a new path of kisses from one swell of breast to another. Her teeth catch the bra strap on Mal’s shoulder, pulling it further and further down, before letting it snap back against her. Regina’s lips never stopping their work, massaging the smart new red mark she caused from pulling the elastic.

 Mal moans at the sensation and reaches down, placing a warm palm against her cheek and Regina moves to kiss it, taking in the comfort it offers.

 “Thank you, for this. You are so beautiful,” Regina whispers into her skin. She reaches behind to unhook the clasp of Mal’s bra, sliding the garment off and blindly throwing it to the side. Running her hands against the warmth of Mal’s back, she focuses her efforts on the taught nipples in front of her, sucking and pulling at them with her tongue until she can hear panting above her and feel Mal’s nails digging at her shoulders. The sharp sensation causing Regina’s hips to roll instinctively.

 Maleficent must have caught the change in movement, because she adjusts an arm down between them, allowing her hand to rub over Regina’s crotch. Regina releases Mal’s breast from her mouth moans, deep and throaty. Mal’s presses harder and rubs again. Slow, firm passes. Up and down, gathering the wetness in her panties. Regina’s hips begin rocking into the touch, widening her knees as much as her dress will allow, granting Mal better access. Her eyes drop to watch the movement as Mal continues to rub, and Fffuck that feels good. It feel so good, so good, it’s the exact pressure she needs. Her breath hitches.

 “Tsk, my little queen, you are so wet, aren’t you?” Regina doesn’t feel a need to respond; she knows Mal already has her answer. Maleficent bends down and licks the shell of her ear, “Tell me, Regina. What do you want?”

 Mal’s fingers zero in on her clit, toying and playing with it through the fabric of her underwear. Her thighs are trembling. “How can I make you come, right here, on your desk? Tell me.”

 She could come like this. Just like this, if given a few minutes longer.  And, if Mal insists on talking like that, well, she might never remember how to string together words into a sentence ever again. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips as she tries to catch her breath.

 But, even that moment of relief was short lived as Maleficent moves to nip at her neck and--- FUCK. Slip a finger beneath her panties, ghosting around her entrance as she continues to leave a wet trail of kisses over her shoulder and…

 This isn’t fair. Mal isn’t playing by the rules.

 “I…. I... I want your mouth,” Regina finally puffs out. And with a sudden burst of strength she didn’t know she had left, she found herself disentangling from Mal, just for a moment, so that she can stand, even if on very shaky legs.

 She catches Maleficent’s eyes, watching her bite her lip as she reaches to unzip her dress. They get rid of the clothing together, dropping it onto the rug beneath them. Mal’s fingers hook into the sides of her panties, dragging them down her legs until she able to kick them off.  Then her bra.

 She’s pushed back on to the top of the desk, a little roughly actually, but she rushes to assure Mal that it is ok. Nothing’s wrong. She wants it just like this.

 Her nipples are hard, and Mal presses them with her thumbs and forefingers-- squeezing lightly, giving gentle, twisting tugs that have Regina inhaling deeply and squirming.

 For a minute, they just allow themselves to kiss, enjoying having connection with one another. Hot and heady, tongues sliding, breath quickening, teeth clashing before they break into smiles against each other’s lips. Intimate. Mal gives her one last deep kiss, before making her way down.

 She closes her eyes as Mal starts planting kisses around her navel, dropping slow tortuous kisses all over her lower stomach. Then from hip bone to hip bone, pressing her tongue in against soft skin that makes Regina moan, “God. Keep. GOING”. Sweet presses of lip and warm, wet swirls of her tongue across the tops of Regina’s thighs before finally, mercifully, heading towards her clit.

 Regina lifts her upper body up a bit, using her arms as back support for her shaking abs. The strain is worth it; the sight of Maleficent between her thighs always makes it worth it. She watches as Mal slowly kisses closer and closer to where Regina is so needy for her. SO CLOSE, she just needs her tongue a quarter inch down and left.

 And she knows that Mal knows this. Mal knows her body better than anyone, in any realm. She’s doing this on purpose- to torture her.

 As if on cue, Mal chuckles against her before sliding her tongue just where Regina was silently begging for it, running wetly along her throbbing clit before she narrows her tongue into a flicking sensation as she licks. Regina exhales, jerking her lips towards her.

 Another slow lick across where she is so sensitive, so ready, and another sharp flick. Regina whines before she can stop herself, laying back and mussing her fingers into Mal’s hair.

 “You’re that close already?? Really?”

 Regina pinches the bridge of her nose, her eyes screwed shut. “What do you think? After everything you’ve put me through??”

 Mal pulls her head away slightly, enough to look up at Regina with feigned innocence.  Her already deep-set green eyes gone purposefully doe-like and blinking.

 Regina bites back laughter, but otherwise doesn’t dignify the fake incredulous with a response. She dances her nails back along Mal’s scalp and tips her mouth back down on her. Mal’s palms once again settle at the hinge of her thighs, before sliding down to spread her even more, giving Mal more direct access to her clit. Regina lifts her hips forward a little. Mal flattens her tongue, lapping steadily at the sensitive knot now fully exposed to her. Regina absorbs every fire-bolt of pleasure as it radiates out from where her tongue touches, spreading down her thighs, up her belly, to her fingertips and toes.

 Mal moans softly against her, the vibration of it makes Regina’s thighs clench. God, she loves this woman. She loves everything about her- especially now. There has never been a moment when she was between her legs that Maleficent hasn’t made Regina feel like the most desirable woman in the world. Not one. It’s as true today as it was all those years ago.

 Mal looks at her then, as if she can read her mind. Hell, after the many years they have spent together- perhaps she can.

 “You are truly incredible,” she moves her hands to slowly glide over Regina’s belly, one arm gently wrapping around Regina’s waist to pull her closer to the desk’s edge while the other slips between her thighs.  She’s stroking her, palming the wetness of her lips between her fingers as she lightly toys with her clit.  Nothing too intense- for the moment- but enough for Regina’s eyelids to flutter and pleasure to skate through.

 Then from the corner of her eyes, Regina sees that the wolfish grin has returned.

 Maleficent grips her thighs and pushes them higher, bending Regina nearly in two, the stretch of it just this edge of unpleasant. Her tongue slides lower, circling her opening and then entering her. The strong, fluttering pleasure of it is less precise than the attention to her clit, but it never fails to set her off all the same. Her stomach clenches, her shoulders grind against the wood of her desk, her fists clenching and unclenching without anything to hold on to. Her neck is going flush and -----oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck----

 That’s it. Mal is fucking her with her tongue in earnest now, Regina reflexively pumping her hips to match her thrusts. And then Mal’s thumb finds Regina’s clit again, rubbing it roughly and a bit raw and God, this is good. Hmmmhmm. So good. Mal’s pressing harder with her thumb now, tighter circles, and Regina feels it- she’s going to come, she’s FUCK she’s right on the edge--

 Then Mal replaces her tongue with two of her fingers, pressed inside just where she knows Regina needs it. Regina vaguely hears past her own thudding heartbeat to Mal’s comment about how wet she is before pulling out and adding a third. All she can do is nod. Because she is, she is so wet.  And she feels amazing. And so ready for what’s about to come. And she and Mal have had a lot of adventurous sex in their lifetimes, but this moment- spread naked on the edge of her desk in the middle of the afternoon, practically dripping onto her own carpet as Mal fucks her three fingers deep- this is definitely shooting right to the top of their metaphorical “Greatest Hits” list.

 Regina’s breasts rise and fall as she struggles to catch her breath. Mal’s tongue is back on her clit, licking in time with the rhythm she is setting with her fingers. And then Mal wraps her lips around Regina’s clit and sucks as deeply as she can. Her fingers firm as they thrust in-and-out. Just like that Regina’s orgasm takes her.

 EVERYTHING is on fire and yet she is trembling.  Her hips buck, stuttering out of rhythm and her head snaps back with a loud moan against her desk. Fireworks, exploding off of every nerve ending. Her mouth falls into a slacked O as Mal continues to pump her through the jolts of pleasure that are consuming her, extending her sensations out just a bit. Then, finally, Mal lowers her legs and moves her mouth to kiss the tender skin of Regina’s abdomen, her fingers slowing- but not leaving her- as Regina comes back down from her high.

 Pleasure burns through her. She lifts her forearm to cover her eyes and can’t decide if she wants to laugh or cry. She’s stuck somewhere between the two. She feels utterly spent. Her throat scratchy and her back already beginning to ache from the unrelenting stiff, wooden desk surface.

 Mal raises herself from between her legs and together they both collapse, Mal’s long frame weighing on Regina’s torso.  She’s safe with Mal, like this. Her twisting anxiety exhausted, defeated. Replaced with heavy, relaxed limbs and deep meditative breaths. For a few long minutes, all they do is listen to the slowing of each other’s pulse. Hands rubbing soothingly up each other’s sides.

 She can feel Mal smirk against her skin, “Well... that was quite the lunch”

 Regina rolls her eyes at the innuendo.

 Mal sits up, tracing her fingers along Regina’s stomach. Regina smiles, curling in to the touch,  “So my love, do you want to talk about what happened today?”

 Regina sighs. “It’s just... “ she can already feel her eyes tearing up, “I feel silly saying this, but I felt so alone. It’s not just the work, or having to come in on my birthday, those are objectively small things.”

 “It’s that you finally allowed yourself to be celebrated in a way that felt honest to you, for just a moment. And--“ she waves her hands in the air. “All of this happening felt like affirmation that you didn’t deserve it.”

 Regina lays her head in Mal’s lap, allowing Mal to play with the edges of her hair, “You understand.”

 “Mmhmmm. I doubt there are few who understand that particular pain better than I do. We are similar in many ways; you and I. We’ve been broken. And as such, we built walls, fed isolation. We have made others to feel the pain we feel. We... enabled each other through a lot of that, I regret... And now... now, we are trying to learn to heal those wounds.” She pauses, “It’s a long way back from these mistakes. I know that I haven’t figured it all out yet, and you haven’t either.”

 Regina silently nods, in agreement.

 “But, little one?

 “Hmm?”

 “This, I know is important: This long journey you are on. You are not on it alone.”

[rahvenclaws]

Dog Education Tips You Cant Find The Money For To Disregard

Regardless of no matter if it is your very first canine or you are a seasoned proprietor, it's habits can exam your tolerance. Picture acquiring a major pet dog that does nothing at all but jumps around all the time, licks and nips at anything in sight, continually chewing on people missing socks and sneakers you have been searching for and can not differentiate amongst its name and the phrase "No".

First, if you think that your canine could be choking or have any uncertainties that they are equipped to breathe, phone the emergency range for your vet immediately. Take note that if your pet dog are not able to breathe, they will not be in a position to cough or make sounds. When you get a maintain of your vet you may be talked by way of initial help treatments, and questioned to provide your pet in promptly. If for some purpose you can't make contact with your vet or until finally you get them to support, try to help save your guard puppy by working with the subsequent steps.

When you need to have to leave the canine by yourself for extended periods, enable them to get utilized to this by practising. The 1st time ought to be for only a several minutes; this lets them to associate your leaving with your returning.

Never shout as all this does is include confusion to your dog. Praising, this is the very best tip of all, irrespective of what instruction you less than get with your pet dog praise will work. dogs want praise, they would like to make sure you you. Praise exhibits them that via what they have done you are happy, remember to with it; they love this earlier mentioned virtually something else. Generally praise the right response from your puppy. If they are finding out something new, praise what they did proper, just about every move in the appropriate direction is excellent. Training sessions require to be fun and rather brief say ten to 20 minutes prolonged.

Be individual and don't forget to give your canine praise when he does what you want him to. Praise will also make him hear to you better. Don't you pay attention to a person superior when they discuss about how well you do a thing? It functions the identical with dogs.

The response is a large body fat NO. I've qualified hundreds of canine in my time, and my approaches implement to pet dogs of all ages. Regardless of whether your Pet is a pup or an grownup, I can aid you make a constructive and lasting change in your connection with your pet.

You will want to restrict the heel instruction session, as with other brain training for dogs sessions, specially for young puppies to about 10 or 15 minutes and to two or three occasions in a working day. Make certain they've gone to the lavatory and have eaten and had some water. You want their entire attention for this.

Alternatively, a different myth with Puppy trainng is that if you start off instruction as well early, your canine will not be able to discover since she is way too young. This is not true, both. No subject how younger your puppy dog is when you bring her residence, start out your education quickly. They are in essence babes in the woods and do not know how to interact with the entire world close to them. You are liable for displaying them what to do and what not to do. Devoid of this steering, she will operate amuck and get into issues and hurt your belongings, as well as injuring them selves or other individuals.

Place some foodstuff or a toy alongside the path you consider your pup for a wander. As the pup walks by the object, he is will head straight for it. Tug at his leash and say 'Leave it'. He should fully grasp that you want him to walk by devoid of touching the item.

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