#(tbt that time I was stressed about a call up and made up an even MORE fucked up way to file evidence

[avalencias]

man the weirdest thing about 2024 so far is my nyquil induced dreams this time meant I dreamt about lexa. in the year of our lord 2024!!!!!!

#I have never dreamt about lexa before brain 😭 #like tbh! I do tend to have vivid dreams! #but they’re usually like. some weird stress job related shit #(tbt that time I was stressed about a call up and made up an even MORE fucked up way to file evidence #by having to paper file everything except the filing window was somehow a fucking stump in the middle of the woods where faries would accept #the filing or not???????) or like. idk sometimes you have intense dreams about dating your friends and things are weird for a bit. #but this?????? #anyway that’s how the 100 dominated my brain entering 2024 happy new year everyone #also I’ve been sick this past week (did I catch covid at the holiday party we were all forced to work at? probably? did it thoroughly fuck #up my holiday plans? 10000000%!!!!! I wanted to play sooo much bg3 and enjoy the family nye party!!! and yet #here I am) so I have spent most of my week sleeping it off and thoroughly fucked up my sleep schedule so that’s fun!! #more importantly humi and tamal were VERY sweet and would not leave my side while I was bedridden (exaggerated) but now that I’m better #they’re like ok whatever bye. except it’s cold! I miss the snuggles 😭 #anyway. #personal tag #I guess

[maskedinfinate]

Please infodump about Tibatee,, pls, :0

OF COURSE !!!!! Alright so as mentioned, tibatee is based off of the tinba/tbt virus and is part of the virus gang. Tibatees deal is that whatever he touches becomes corrupted. The corruption can be mild, barely noticeable or at worst life threatening. Even food can be corrupted, for example a thin liquid becoming chunky if he touches it. For these reasons Tibatee was sent to the Cyber Hospital which in present day doesnt exist anymore. People tried treating him, injecting him with what they believed were antidotes, but because of tibatees corruption the antidotes made everything worse. He once accidentally created the virovirokuns, literally, it was on accident but hes the reason they exist. There was also once a tasque manager before the tasque manager we see in deltarune chapter 2, the reason she was replaced was because tibatee accidentally caused her to go into an eternal bluescreen/coma by holding onto her hand for too long. Since she was unresponsive and was basically in a coma, Queen just got a new tasque manager. After a while the whole hospital itself became uninhabitable by people who either werent viruses or didnt have some form of corruption in their body, and tibatee was left all alone in that hospital, still hooked up to an IV pole. After a long time, Queen decided to wreck the entire building since it had no use anymore. Tibatee was already out of the hospital by that time luckily. Tibatee was found by Euran (thats my friends oc ! they're based off of the You Are An Idiot virus!!) and together they make the virus gang !! (there was once another member of the virus gang but i dunno if the person who had the oc even wants to really be part of that anymore which is valid and ok !!) Tibatee lives on the street, and since he among many other viruses are basically rejected by society, it's the only place he calls home. Of course he and euran have to occasionally rob some place or dig through garbage bins to survive daily, but it could be worse. Much worse. Tibatee has horse-like features such as horse ears, and hooves, due to the tinba virus being a trojan horse. Accompanied with tibatees body occasionally switching forms and whatnot due to his corruptive nature. His appearence doesnt change daily, it can happen randomly, he can change back into what he looked like at some point before, or it can be caused through a heaping amount of stress. Tibatee's head can also change shape mainly due to what hes feeling, but only when those emotions are extremely strong. His face can clog up with butterflies, error screens can pop up all around his head, his head can become pink slimy mush, etc. It isn't very pleasant for him when that happens. He still wears his hospital gown because its the only clothes he has, and he believes that whatever is in that IV tube infinitely flowing into his arm is meant to help him, so he never unhooks it or anything. It also reminds him of the small good times he had in that hospital. His corruption does effect those who are already a bit corrupted or those who are viruses greatly, it can effect them, but its not noticeable. Spamton, for example, is already corrupted in some way, if Tibatee were to touch him nothing would really happen. That being said, he must've encountered spamton at least once or twice due to them both living in dumpsters and being rejects of society as a whole. SO YEAH thats my oc lore !! sorry it got so long i had a LOT of stuff to talk about fhdfhgfdhfg I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING ALL OF IT THO !!!! im really happy someone wanted to hear!!

#deltarune #deltarune ch 2 #deltarune ch 2 oc #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune oc #spamton g spamton #spamton #tinba virus #tbt virus #idk what to tag this LMAO DSHDFJGFDSDFGH #oc lore #yes????

[hydrangeasimagination]

Home Sweet Home

Pro Hero AU - where all the students we’ve seen in the show MHA are accomplished pro heroes well into their 20s or older.

Pairing(s): Pro Hero! Shinsou Hitoshi X Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: Hitoshi and how he missed spending time with you because of differing work shifts - while reminiscing and returning home.

A/N: Something nice and fluffy and sweet for Christmas! This is also the Shinsou timeline of the TBT series... It’s sorta like a special for the holidays!!

Drinking in the sight of speckled skies touching the dark sea was something nice, How the moon bounces off the rippling water, shimmers of light distorting on the surface. The dim streetlights barely touched the beach, sand on the sidewalk gritting under every stride. Winds washed coolly over flushed skin, making the sleepy admirer shudder at the chill - tucking chin into the collar of the sweater that wrapped around limbs to retain warmth.

Long, alabaster fingers stroked back locks of lavender almost nonchalantly, though the shake in the digits revealed what the man was masking.

It wasn't the first time Shinsou had wandered here, like a switch flipped that took his stressed mind on autopilot. An inner-most piece of his conscience that drew him along the familiar streets.

Drawing him wearily from his home to seek comfort where it could easily be given; offered up.

In the arms of a soft-hearted being, he could easily let the worries and stresses of hero work slip away. There was nothing more than he wanted to do is escape the cold.

He feels his ears burn, jumbled thoughts flattening instead to the being in question; you.

You both had started as friends.

The minute you stood to the kids that stood so tall, so high above him, upon pedestals that overlooked those they believed to be rabble.

He knew the two of you would be together for life after you knocked them down for the nasty words they spoke, bruising knuckles and egos all at once.

Since high school, you jokingly called yourselves the dynamic duo. One never seen without the other, attached to the hip like conjoined twins. Protective of one another.

From teenagers to adults.

From scraped knees to broken bones.

From the schoolwork to fieldwork.

From dreams to jobs.

From budding students to full grown pro heroes.

... He can't remember when he fell in love.

When your friendship was shifted by his pining....

Shinsou has heard stories from fellow heroes, friends, family, and people of the like, about how difficult it was to accept their feelings. To understand how they felt, how to express how they felt.

The worrisome fears of their affections going unreciprocated, dancing around the delicate emotions that surround love like this.

Falling in love with you came to him as natural as breathing air.

Perhaps it was just because it was just you he fell for.

Highschool sweethearts, your families called you.

All the musing, he barely noticed where he was, tuning back in just to notice how the night now scented like rain. Light speckles of water starting to dot the concrete, making him shift into a brisk jog along the line of buildings before he reached it.

Your home.

It honestly wasn't too surprising you didn't move far. barely even out of reach of your parents' house.

Out of range of your brothers either.

Though he complained and bellyached about having to deal with a certain explosive blond - about how you could have chosen anywhere else - he knows that it'd be in your best interest to have him at least nearby.

There was somethings Shinsou couldn't do for you on his own, as much it pained him to say.

Plucking through his ring of keys with deft fingertips. He shivered, unsurprised, as the beginning of icy drips of snow soaked a top his head and shoulders. Opening after unlocking - deadbolt then door knob - he entered just to lock it up behind him.

Shaking off the cold feelings in trying to soak in the heat that touched the walls your home. Pulling his lead laden legs from the bulky, steel toed combat boots, switching to the lovingly worn slippers that matched your's.

Tugging his capture weapon off, he hung it from a designated hook.

Despite the cloud of exhaustion, your first name tumbled from is lips. Shrugging his coat off, he walked the wooden floors.

Stopping at the end of the foyer, his gaze caught the tail ends of pixels playing on the tv screen. Clad in a soft looking sweater and nursing a cup of tea, another resting invitingly upon the table in wait for him, you smiled lazily.

"You're home early, I'm happy to see you."

Warmth lined his stomach with unmistakable fondness, chest aching in his adoration.

“Kitty, I told you I’d be here early.”

The dull throb of sore muscles subsiding, joining you on the large, overstuffed couch. Polaris, the monster of a cat you had adopted together in companion to Tomi and Kota, mewed in protest from his spot on your lap. Large, furred body stretched out to take up all the room he could.

Hitoshi rolled his eyes, smiling as you nestled against his side sweetly.

Not unlike your nickname.

He picked up the steaming cup of tea from the table, other arm curling around you.

Lavender buzzed at his senses, soothing every shot nerve. The taste of chai on his tongue, taken from your lips quite swiftly.

Sweetly, he caresses a slowly warming cheek, tilting his head. The small whine that he abjugated from you was muffled, the barest of chuckles slipping out made you pout.

He huffed when you pull away.

You only kiss him again, then suddenly subject to the tickling of his stubble on your skin. Leaving you shrieking slightly and scaring Polaris from his perch as he chortled, chin scratching at your bare neck.

"Toshi!" You squealed, flailing before being tightly wrapped in his arms - nearly tipping the cup from your hands.

But his tickling shifted back to peppered pecks, making you titter at the feeling.

Nuzzling into the mess of lavender atop his head, continuing to giggle and sigh as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"Welcome home, Hitoshi."

He just hummed, eyes flitting shut.

"Good to be home, Mochi."

#bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha imagines #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #x reader #xreaders #x reader insert #pro hero au #pro hero shinsou #pro hero shinsou x reader #mochi #dari writes #the brothers three side stories

[pug-bitch]

Choices TBT

I was tagged by the lovely @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria to participate in @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat ‘s initiative for a Choices TBT, which is an awesome idea!! Thank you for putting this into place!!

For this post I chose the very first fic I posted - so far i’ve only posted one series to tumblr, it’s called ‘That’s not why I’m going’, and it’s my own rendition of TRR - I have 30-something chapters as of right now :)

The reason why I chose this particular chapter is that I was soooo stressed out about posting a fic for the first time, and right after I hit ‘Post’, I literally stopped checking tumblr for a good 24 hours, terrified that people would hate it. I’m really grateful for all of the positive feedback I’ve gotten and I’m so happy to have been welcome to the community like I was! So, here goes, my first ever chapter...

That’s not why I’m going (1)

Just what you wanna hear from your emotionally fragile friend

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, excuse my potty mouth, otherwise PG!

Word count: 1225

Notes:  This part is what happens after Amara has accepted to go to Cordonia with the guys.

*****

‘Shit, shit, shit. Why won’t this close?’

She cursed herself for not going KonMari as she had planned to. Her small carry-on was in no shape to close, and she didn’t want to get rid of any of the stuff she had put in there. Although, if she was honest with herself, she could probably not wear any of these outfits in a royal setting. What was she thinking?

It didn’t take long for her to call her manager and quit. Bartending was not exactly her calling, and she had never found it riveting. Until last night, that is.

Why did she say yes? All of a sudden, in front of her uncloseable suitcase, she found herself second-guessing her decision. Why was she following these guys to a small country she had barely heard of before last night? Maxwell had known how to make himself convincing, and after all, what did she have to lose? Not much. After everything that had happened in her life, she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t left New York long before that. It would have been fair for her to go berserk, and be off the grid, especially after Sergio. But she didn’t. She stayed here, and the only thing she changed was her profession. The noncommittal aspect of bartending suited her perfectly.

So why was she committing to a whole transatlantic flight with 4 strangers? Sure, she found one of them very hot, but hot strangers are not a rare occurrence in New York City, so why cross an ocean to follow one?

She decided to get rid of the blazer and slacks she had carefully folded in her suitcase. Those could stay in New York. Those reminded her too much of her old life. No more.

After careful deliberation, she knocked on her roommate’s bedroom door. She had debated not saying anything and leaving a note, but she felt shitty for it.

‘Hey Mia…Are you up?’

Mia, still very much not up, opens one eye and mumbles: ‘Mmmhm. What’s up?’

‘Um… I’m gonna be out of town for a little bit. I just found out.’

The admission makes Mia sit up straight in her bed.

‘What? Out of town? Is it your dad?’

‘No, no, my dad is fine. Um…’ Amara hesitates, playing with her passport, and showing clear signs of nervousness. ‘I’m going to Europe for a few weeks.’

‘Europe? Ex-squeeze me?’

‘Yeah, listen, I can’t stay for long, I’m expected at the airport, but don’t worry, I’ll paypal you the rent and my share of the utilities as always and you can reach me on whatsapp and—‘

‘Frankly Amara, I don’t give a shit about that, I know you’ll pay.’ Mia jumps out of bed and walks towards her friend, a worried look on her face. ‘I just wanna know why you’re being so weird, and why you’re skipping town all of a sudden. Are you ok?’

‘Yeah. I met a group of guys last night and—‘

‘Oh great, a group of guys. Just what you wanna hear from your emotionally fragile friend.’

‘Let me finish. I’m not sure I’m allowed to say much more, but one of them is heir to the throne of Cordonia, and his friend invited me to…um…compete for…his hand?’

After a short pause, Mia bursts out laughing.

‘WHAT? Are you still drunk, Amara? Compete for his hand? Are you shitting me?’

‘Look, I know it’s crazy, I know I should probably not do anything rash right now, but um…maybe that’s exactly why I should do it. Y’know?’

‘No. I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense.’

‘Yup. Exactly.’ Amara glances at her phone. ‘Oh, I gotta go. The guys are waiting for me to board their private plane.’

‘Sure, Amara. You know, you’re really making me wonder if I should call Dr. Samberg. Maybe you need to readjust your meds?’

‘I’m off my meds, actually. They made me drowsy.’ She gets closer to Mia and wraps her in a warm hug. ‘I know you think I’m nuts, but please trust me. Something tells me I need to go. I need a change, Mia. I can’t stay and rot here, where it all happened. I need space. Just for a bit.’ She steps back, smiles, and plants a kiss on her friend’s cheek. ‘I’ll miss you, you little bastard.’

‘Ugh, I’ll miss you too. Don’t forget to invite me if you marry a prince.’

‘Ha,’ Amara chuckles. ‘Don’t hold your breath. That’s not why I’m going.’

*****

Slouching in his seat, Drake looks out the private jet window. Still nothing.

‘Maxwell, why did you tell the waitress to come? Now we’re waiting for her when we know very well she won’t show.’ He pauses, swallows hard, and looks at his feet. ‘Unless she’s a complete nutjob.’

‘Don’t be a party pooper, Drake.’ Maxwell, as excited as ever, checks his phone one last time to see if the beautiful stranger has texted him a new update. ‘She texted me an hour ago saying she was en route. She must be in traffic.’

Drake grunts, not even gracing this with a response. Why was he being such a dick? Why couldn’t he just admit that he wanted to wait for her, and that he was rooting for her to come? Probably because if she came, it would be for Liam, and then what? Would he just sit on his attraction? Sure, he was used to putting himself second, so why not, after all. But there was just something about her. Something different. At this thought, he could almost feel himself roll his eyes. Ugh, what now, she isn’t like other girls? Get outta here, Walker. But really, there was something. Last night, this Amara girl was a ray of sunshine, she got along with Maxwell so well, and Liam couldn’t take his eyes off of her. But what Drake saw, what was there in her eyes…it was darker than what she displayed for everyone to see. On the secret beach she took them to, as they both sat on the sand, and she tried to pry Drake open, she let something show. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was not all that different from what Drake saw in his own eyes. What he masked with grumpiness and too much whiskey, she seemed to mask with her lovely personality or whatever. But it was there. The feeling of being alone. The responsibility, the guilt. The weight of the world.

‘There she is!’ Maxwell  squeals.

And there she sure was. In a loose hoodie and black jeans, her dark curls bouncing up and down her shoulders as she ran towards the plane alongside security… there she fucking was.

Drake hated himself for the pang he felt in his guts.

‘Hi guys!’, she said cheerfully as she climbed on board. ‘Thanks again for having me. I’m really excited!’

Maxwell was beaming with joy, you’d think God was finally giving him the sister he’d always wanted.

‘Hey gurrrrl! I knew you’d come! Take a seat, it’s just you, me, and Drake! Tariq took the royal jet with Liam this morning. He likes the luxury.’

‘Oh, because a private jet is not luxurious enough?’ she said sarcastically.

‘Heh’, Drake surprised himself chuckling. Maybe it was that hair of the dog he was nursing. Or maybe not.

*****

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#choices tbt #choices throwback thursday #that's not why i'm going #dramara

[lil-fee]

living on my own.

i can’t believe i haven’t written down anything about this either.

November 2017 was a crazy month! I had to move out of my parent’s house to pursue a career i paved for myself since junior year of college.

thankfully the company helped to make this huge transition a little easier and i was able to move into a great place with more than enough space for me, even if it’s not in a “city” area.

god, i miss the city.

anyways, being out on my own started out roughhh. cooking, cleaning, working hard at work - adulting sucks man. what was worse though was feeling so distant from my family. it’s always been the joke that i’m the least favorite/loved, but being so far away and not getting the constant texts/calls from my siblings really sucked. i totally get they have their own sets of issues to deal with work and life, but i hoped to still feel really close to them. i felt so removed from my family - but i filled the gap with JM. i really should not date anyway in any huge life adjustment time of my life - tbt to senior year like come on, what am i doing? lol

i guess i had a lot of those feelings suppressed of feeling alone and not really having a whole ton of friends here in the beginning to hang out with. i didn’t mind because i would go home and meet up with JM or some of my other friends back home to make up for all the nights i spent alone in the apt on the weekends.

but when things ended with him, or better said, WHILE things were ending with him over the phone, i literally just balled my eyes out. i’m pretty sure i stopped crying over the fact that we weren't going to see each other anymore (because of distance) and started crying over the fact that i just wasn’t where home was. i was so consumed by all those lonely feelings i was suppressing and just didn’t want to have to let one more thing go.

i feel like those feelings were valid, it’s never easy to move out on your own and figure out your new lifestyle, but i hope to never feel that “alone” again, even though i never really was.

i had a supportive family to push me out of my funk, to stop stressing myself out, and to just LIVE.

once things ended with him, i told myself i would start to focus on what made me happy and to do more of that.

because of that thought on my drive home one weekend - i was able to fly out to Chicago with my cousin, go to Boston, plan a trip to DC with my parents, and then treat my parents to a week in MIA. That’s the kind of shit i want to keep working for - living.

being happy doesn’t mean i have to travel all the time or spend money, so i’ll keep finding other things in this new home that make me smile. 

whether it’s walking around a scenic lake or trying some new homebaked goods, i’ll get used to this new lifestyle...while still also looking forward and working towards moving back to the REAL home state.

one day, i know i can do it.

#personal #adulting #work

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

All My Friends Are Heathens; Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

TheSuperiorBlake: Everybody still alive?

Trikru: It’s been 6 days

I can’t sleep anymore

Haven’t eaten in nearly a day

IF I HAD HAIR IT WOULD BE FALLING OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

Guns&Roses: lolololololololol

Greenbean: Jasper has gone days without a phone guys

He’s starting to get eye twitches

He’s in the corner muttering to himself under a blanket right now

I think we should call somebody about this.

TheSuperiorBlake: it’s not MY fault the freckled wonder had jasper’s phone in his pocket when he fell of Clarke’s roof.

HeadbandWonder: jasper’ll be fine

MillertheKiller: oh bellamy “fell” did he?

Is that the story we’re going with now?

TheSuperiorBlake: shut ur face Miller!! We have plausible deniability. That party was crazy! No one saw us do anything.

Trikru: except for ur bro

‘cause u know

U PUSHED HIM OFF A ROOF BABE!

TheSuperiorBlake: don’t u text me with that tone

Bellamy didn’t even get a good look at my face

it could have been echo for all he knows

Greenbean: then explain why he hasn’t talked to us in nearly a week

MillertheKiller: midterms?

TrashPrince: we already had midterms u donut hole

MillertheKiller: what did u just call me?

TrashPrince: raven has banned me from cursing

she says if she wanted to date a sailor she would have moved in with Luna and gotten a boyfriend from whatever that stupid beach college is over there

If I curse she gets to pick the movie on movie night

AND SO HELP ME GOD I WILL NOT WATCH ANOTHER DOCUMENTARY ON HOW TO FUEL A CAR WITH POOP!

Guns&Roses: did u say fill a car with poop?

TrashPrince: FUEL U BLOCKHEAD FUEL

Trikru: murphy, I’m getting a feeling u need to go back to Luna for anger management therapy

TrashPrince: I DON’T NEED THERAPY YOU TRASH CAN HEAD

I ONLY NEEDED IT THE FIRST TIME BECAUSE U MONKEYS PISS ME OFF ON A REGULAR BASIS

I’LL PROBABLY DIE OF A HEART ATTACK AT 30 BECAUSE OF YOU DEMONS 

i-make-it-go-boom: baby we’ve talked about this

TrashPrince: I HOPE U LIKE DATING ME WHEN I’M FAT FROM ALL THE STRESS EATING U HAVE CAUSED ME REYES

HeadbandWonder: how long have u been watching ur mouth for?

i-make-it-go-boom: 10 minutes

TheSuperiorBlake: chill murphy

TrashPrince: I’M ALWAYS CHILL U SPAWN OF SATAN

HeadbandWonder: debatable 

*Iliad & NurseGriffin group chat*

NurseGriffin: how’s the ankle?

Iliad: better than my pride tbh

NurseGriffin: u really twisted it falling off the roof :(

Iliad: Relax, Princess, I’m not gonna sue. ;)

NurseGriffin: Speaking of legal action, what are we going to do about our children? I saw Monty in the hall and as soon as we made eye contact he burst out crying.

Iliad: Monty’s just a pawn in all of this.

That sweet summer child has been brainwashed by my villainous sister into doing her bidding.

NurseGriffin: and the others?

Iliad: Unfortunate accessories.

NurseGriffin: do u have a plan to get back at them? The silent treatment might be working now, but eventually, they’re going to pop back into our lives like little mountain trolls if they think we’re not going to punish them.

Iliad: they can start by cleaning your house

NurseGriffin: they can buy me a NEW house for all the damage -_-

Iliad: either option will take some careful planning. 

They’re not going to clean anything up without being bribed.

They barely clean their own dorms.

Hell, I still do Octavia’s laundry.

And Murphy’s, which is now Raven’s since their an item.

I think I’ve got a bag of Jasper’s socks in the trunk of my car...which would explain the smell of death coming from the back seat...

Clarke, be honest, how long have I been the Mom friend?

NurseGriffin: How long has your dad been gone?

Iliad: Let’s see... 

Octavia’s 21...

 I’m 24... 

Oh right. Always.

NurseGriffin: And how long was your Mom working double shifts to pay rent before she died?

Iliad: Forever and a day.

NurseGriffin: So the answer to your question Bellamy Bradbury Blake, is always. You have always been the Mom friend. 

Iliad: Don’t you bring Bradbury into this.

He was my emo stage.

LET IT DIE CLARKE!

LET IT DIE!

NurseGriffin: kinda feeling like posting a tbt pick of good old Bradbury with the leather jacket and NO SHIRT ON UNDERNEATH

Iliad: I swear to God Clarke if you bring that picture out again I will share the poem you wrote for me in the 7th grade to Facebook!!

NurseGriffin: that poem wasn’t for u!!

It was for Wells!

I was having ur nerdy ass proof read it for me

AND U LAUGHED AT ME FOR IT!!

Iliad: You are many things, Princess, but Shakespeare you are not.

NurseGriffin: i hate u

Iliad: u love to hate me

That’s our thing

NurseGriffin: maybe i hate u will be our always ;)

Iliad: I hate you

NurseGriffin: <3

*Blake Siblings Chat*

Iliad:  “ Ah me, my child, your birth was bitterness. Why did I raise you? If only you could sit by your ships untroubled, not weeping, since indeed your lifetime is to be short, of no length. Now it has befallen that your life must be brief and bitter beyond all men's.”

TheSuperiorBlake: why are u like this?

Iliad: That’s a long list.

*Operation Bellarke Group Chat*

TheSuperiorBlake: guys bellamy is pissed!!

He’s quoting the Iliad at me again.

Trikru: good-bye my love

Our story was all too brief

May we meet again

HeadbandWonder: amen

*The Blake Siblings chat*

Iliad: I have my terms if you and your delinquent friends want to meet at a neutral space to discuss them.

TheSuperiorBlake: if we refuse?

Iliad: 1) Suddenly you’ll find that you--all of you--have $300 of overdue library fines

2) Your dirty laundry will be dumped on the lawn of your sorority house for all to see. This is not just for you. I have several pairs of Murphy’s underwear that I highly doubt he wants the world to see.

3) Officer Kane will get an anonymous tip that the abandon warehouse on Arkadia drive is being used for a party house every 3rd Saturday of the month.

TheSuperiorBlake: U WOULDN’T

Iliad: Have you met me?

TheSuperiorBlake: yes

ur a push over

AND AFRAID OF UR FEELINGS AND WE R NOT MEETING UNTIL U ADMIT TO CLARKE THAT U LOVE HER!!!

*Operation Bellarke*

Greenbean: $300 IN LIBRARY FINES???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MillertheKiller: somebody pls help!

Monty is crying all over my new leather couch

HE WON’T STOP

HE JUST KEEPS SCREAMING ABOUT LIBRARY FINES

TrashPrince: SON OF A &^%$!

WHICH ONE OF U TURD MUFFIN MOUNTAIN TROLLS LEFT MY COOKIE MONSTER BOXERS ON UR LAWN?!?!?!

I STG OCTAVIA IF IT WAS U I WILL END U

IN A CRIMINAL WAY

WITH A BASEBALL BAT THAT WOULD MAKE NEGAN PROUD

U GLAZED DONUT!!

HeadbandWonder: raven u want to translate that?

is a glazed donut a bad thing?

i can’t tell if Murphy is just listing things he’s stress eating or attempting to curse.

TrashPrince: shut up u basket head

i’m pissed off!!

my underwear is all over instagram!!!

MillertheKiller: oh were we not supposed to post the pic lincoln sent?

TrashPrince: @#$@%^&%#%#@$^(*()&!$%^&*)*^%##$%^$#!!!!!!!!

Trikru: i think we broke him

i-make-it-go-boom: ECHO JUST TEXTED ME!!!! THE COPS FOUND OUR PARTY HOUSE!!!!!

Trikru: the warehouse??????

i-make-it-go-boom: yep

Guns&Roses: isn’t that the place jasper grows his weed?

i-make-it-go-boom: yep

MillertheKiller: who’s the rat?! 

TheSuperiorBlake: guys

I think it’s time we met up with Bellamy

#the 100 au #100 college au #100 ff #bellarke au #bellarke college au #heathens au #linctavia au #murven au #bellamy blake #octavia blake #clarke griffin #jasper jordan #monty green #nathan miller #raven reyes #john murphy #lincoln kom trikru #harper #monroe #100 heathens au #heathens part 5 #bellarke text fic

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 yoooooOOOOOOO you all have no idea how grateful i am to reach this milestone. this blog was a reboot of alison, and i was really worried that i wouldn’t be able to play her like before since i was basically starting from scratch again, but i’m really glad to see that she ( and the boys!! ) have been accepted and loved, and i’m so happy i’ve gotten the chance to create meaningful relationships both ic and ooc! 

i’ve never actually done a bias list before despite how many years i’ve been rping on tumblr, but i think it’s about time i make one since i think this blog is one of my best experiences in terms of shipping, friendships, and threading and i really should just make a shoutout to some very special people and say thank you to everyone for sticking with this blog and helping me flesh out my muses!

( MY PINGU CHILDREN )

mostly an inside joke formed in a skype chat ( tbt nerdie wormies lmaoo ) , but there’s a reason why they’re my pingu children and i’m pingu mum!

@kingofevcrything: hoooly shit can you believe we’ve known each other for like four years? practically four years?? since my first year having alison, emile and cedric?? and i’m pretty sure you had a part in me adding nate to the blog too, seeing as how his only ship is your muse lmao. i really can’t say enough about you because i think you’re just so special to me, and i hold you so near and dear to my heart. i can’t express how thrilled and grateful i am to have you still be my friend after all these years. i’ve had rp partners leave and it’s always heartbreaking especially when memorable relationships have been formed. but our friendship has passed the test of time, and i hope, hope, hope with all my might that we’ll stay friends for many more years to come, even if one of us decides to stop rping. i really can’t express how important our friendship is to me, like you really have no idea. my soul weeps for our muses and our threads. i just love you lots and i always wish for good things to happen to you, and i am so glad to be your mum. i am so thankful for our friendship, and i still really can’t believe we have so many fucking aus like holy shit wtf <33

@halsionic: my bby pingu child <3 we also have a shit ton of aus lmao and i also treasure those even if we’ve only touched on them in chat and never in thread. i also can’t express how thankful i am to have met you. pure chance had us meet, and i’m just so happy that you reached out to me. i can’t imagine us still being strangers on the dash, our muses so foreign to each other. like, alien literally coNSUMES both of us now, and it’s just so taboo to imagine otherwise. i love you to bits, especially since you’ve always been so supportive to me no matter what i’m going through. i can always count on you to help me through hard times, even if it’s just a short conversation about what’s bothering me. but i appreciate everything you’ve done for me as a listening ear. and not to mention those shitposts you send to me every day too---our friendship wouldn’t be complete without good ole shitposting and sIN. smooches from pingu mum to pingu child!! i look forward to screaming about our feelings to each other in the future!

( MY SOARING EAGLES )

those whom i also consider dear friends on this site ooc ( but we don’t have a pingu family thing going on haha )

@gloryundimmed: aaaaAAAAAA G R A Y oh my god you’re gonna laugh at me but i was really scared of interacting with you at first. like, i was so happy you liked my starter call?? because that made it super easy for us to interact?? i was really worried that we’d end up being those blogs that follow each other but never interact buT NO WAY WE TOTALLY INTERACT NOW!! and i have so much fun rping with you holy shit i really do. i get real excited whenever you reply or answer my asks ( no matter how long it’s been; you can always take your time! ) because i just adore kai and alison like---i didn’t think their ship would be so wholesome but it totally is. and i love it. i also never thought we’d be such good friends, especially since we haven’t known each other for very long, but i’m super, duper, happy that we are. like our conversations are always so interesting and non stressful, and i’m just really happy that i’ve gotten the opportunity to befriend you and thread with you! also, i think your editing and themes are hella rad. also!! i’m really looking forward to more aus with you in the future if you’re up for it, and also ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) if you’re up for it too with kai and ali ( yes i totally used this as an excuse to put in a lenny face but i also meant what i said lmaoo broADEN MY WRITING HORIZONS ). anyway!! i’m glad to have you as a friend, i love your writing, and i would totally be down for interactions with your others muses too because i think they’re also great! 

@wintercursed​: i absolutely adore alison and hiro’s dynamic, and i guess in a way you could say it’s sort of our dynamic too. not exactly, not perfectly, but i suppose a little piece of ourselves could be seen in our muses. ahh, i wish i could shower you in all the memes and threads you’ve ever wanted, but alas, i’m too distracted and my muses are too fickle for such a thing. but i really do love talking about our muses together and just having fun like that; the brotp between alison and hiro is one of my favorites tbh. i also!! am really flattered you see me as a friend. i’m so glad i get to call you one of mine! i get so happy whenever things go well for you, and i hope things will keep going well for you!! we may have lost touch in the last few months ( year? has it been a year? i hope not ), but i still admire you and your muse as much as i did before. fun fact: i actually followed you even before this blog! but that was before i really got a chance to interact and talk with you haha. anywho, i hope the best for you, and let’s stay in touch! <3

@travaileur / @dulcetxdreams: ro!!! ro, ro, ro, ro!!!! man i can’t even put my finger down on how we met. i guess it started on aito’s blog with the chatzys and then it moved to here when ali and eden were struggling to figure out their feelings? and you were one of their fans haha. that was a very eventful time. and now, look at where our bbies are now! claire and alison have developed their own friendship, and it is literally goals. alison is just so good to claire, and i cry it’s just so cute. our interactions have been limited with both of us being busy bees, and that’s okay! i look forward to seeing ali and claire together no matter what, and i’d love to keep talking about them more whenever you’re free! also, i always appreciate those cat pictures your send me or those bird photos you tag me in. bless, bless, those always make my day. anywho, you’re a sweetie pie and i lov u lots and i’m so happy i got the chance to meet you and have my muse have such a cute friendship with your muse. i can’t wait to see how that will develop!

@textsfromeponinet / @evangrantconrad / @whocaresaboutlonelysouls: i’m fairly certain you followed me from blog to blog! from my old alison blog to this one, i’m so glad that you decided to stick around even through the big switch. i’ve had lots of fun playing all of my muses with you, from your eponine blog and beyond! you helped me flesh out cedric in a way too, giving rise to his pretentious character now thanks to our beauty and the beast au haha. i really have to thank you for that! and now, with emile, we have such a sweet ship, and i’m looking forward to all of the cuteness that awaits! you’re such a good friend to me too, even though i stink at replying to ims, so i’m really thankful you haven’t been deterred from chatting with me. you’ve also given me such nice advice over the years, and i’m very, very thankful for your college advice <3 i hope we can remain friends and have more threads!

@ivorybled / @hyoukan: i think about how we met sometimes and like---it’s such a unique way of meeting?? like our muses both lil shits and therefore would attract each other because they would love doing shitty things together, and that blossomed into one of my favorite brotps. lanzo and aito will always be my shit because they’re just hilarious to me, and add in eden and it’s even more of a mess. but this isn’t a bias list for aito’s blog so i’ll save that fangirling for another time, but !!! i love?? your writing?? so much??? it’s a very unique style and oh my god it’s like fking poetry and i can just indulge in your writing like it’s just so good. and speaking of what’s good, you’re good!!! we haven’t talked much recently, but i’m so flattered to be one of your fave boofs bc you’re one of mine too!!! technically you’re a bird now but that’s even better because you love birds!! i always have such a fun time talking with you on ims even if it’s just a short chat, whether it’s lanzo/aito, lanzo/alison, or eru/alison because the ideas are literally limitless with you. and it’s such a blast to yell at each other about our muses and their relationship; i can feel your passion and that’s just really great okay. i hope we can keep yelling at each other and keep in touch even if we’re both busy bees, and i’m really glad we became friends <3

( MY PRETTY CANARIES )

those whom i’ve interacted with a few times ( whether recently or a long, long time ago ) and would love to stay in touch, get back in touch, get to know better! these people are also those who i see on the dash every day and sort of consider them my friends because of how long you’ve stuck with me, even i we haven’t said much to each other! but i see you liking and reblogging my stuff! hello to you too! 

@cfdualities / @mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur / @chichini / @silent-severity / @shiracpt / @lvmier / @vernxte / @noxuous / @gumihosverdict / @langvor / @tommy-is-the-rudest-bitch / @fornaxa / @manipulationandmemes / @princely-etiquette / @smolhoney / @shite-prosecutor / @amxrtentiia / @overoutrage / @forgottenelysium / @auccntraire / @smolbabysittingangel / @pushingthewinter / @omnecosmos / @neverforgiiven / @psuedogaiety / @likecottxncandy / @lachalaine / @nanpoghan / @bastardiised / @oshunokaminari / @dont-wake-sana / @enthrxlling / @faillte / @haperx / @we-all-burn / @togovernwithdecorum / @chvssbelle / @ffortunato / @minugahanax​ / @risiox / @solepaura

( MY SWEET PARAKEETS )

those whom i haven’t gotten a chance to really interact with yet ( due to busy schedules, lack of a good opportunity, being a new follower, or just me being too shy ) but admire greatly and would love a chance to write with! we may have had a handful of short interactions before, or maybe none at all, but in either case, i’d love to have more!

@stckhlmr / @godstarved / @condicionibus / @hippestbarista / @mulni / @weismanniisms / @contrasting-blood-brothers / @phlegmxtical / @charmingrebel / @cantiio / @fierydog / @perhiemate / @bathed-in-red / @parcelhoarder / @poppicede / @wondcrkid / @bloodyrogues / @cruthaich / @nightmcnsters / @bokctto / @destinsia / @elfen-archer / @pvrehearted / @corvialitis / @sakashiima / @starvd / @itaidoshin / @praeliix / @rosideae / @xnquisitor / @mahounx / @clemenstine / @siderion / @tenxcious / @drugrattes / @prideful-outcasts / @withoutviolence / @preciousyellowidiot / @atelouus / @flowersvein / @merakiis / @bcbybats / @ignirae / @popokki / @lingering-mind / @bitchidivine / @cxriseanglo / @torschlusspcnik / @chirisaku / @eraseourscars / @tillsoil / @bittersilvertruth / @hellhcunded / @hasetsui​

keep in mind none of the names are in any particular order! and ahh and i know i must have forgotten some people because there were just so many blogs to look through, but even if you aren’t on this list, you’re a great writer, very special, and have lots of potential! and i love you and think you’re great! and to those who are on this list, i know i must have sounded really roundabout and probably said the same things over and over again, but really, you guys make coming onto tumblr really fun, and you all are really special people to me. i really appreciate you all for sticking with me after all this time ( and even following me from blog to blog! ) and i just can’t say how much i appreciate your support <333 

also i sort of did have trouble determining if some people were canaries or parakeets but whichever one you are, feel free to hmu for interactions but i love new partners and new ideas and just meeting new people so please reach out if you’d like to! (〃＾▽＾〃)

ps do u guys like the little birbs i added to my promo bc i really do. 

#follow forever #bias list #follower count #outofribbons #long post #bloWS KISSIES TO ALL OF YOU!!!!

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An Update

I’m mostly posting this because I’m bored AF at work and I know no one will read this but I’m mostly just recording it for myself OKAY here we go:

Since September, when I started my job from hell, I’ve been planning a solo trip to Paris. I’d already been thinking about going ever since I knew I’d be taking a gap year, but once I had started my job and knew how much money I was going to make, I decided I was going to make it happen, because I know I will never have an opportunity like this again.

The first thing I did was decide when to go and book an Airbnb. I knew I wanted to do Airbnb because 1) no way am I paying for a hotel in Paris and 2) I was hesitant to do a hostel if I was traveling alone. I know hostels are actually safer than they sound, but I just wanted peace of mind and to know that both I and my stuff were 100% safe. Plus, a single room in an Airbnb really isn’t bad. I decided I would travel in the summer, mostly because there’s no way I’d get enough vacation time to go while I was still in this job, so I would have to go after I quit. Since summer is the busiest tourist time, I wanted to get a good Airbnb booked before the good ones were gone or the prices had gone up. So, as soon as I got my first paycheck, I booked my room in an apartment in the famous Montmartre neighborhood. Nothing quite like seeing a “Congratulations, you’re going to Paris!” message on your screen.

Since then, I’ve been slowly planning out what I’d like to do while I’m there. The OG goal was to see as much art as possible, and in particular, see as much Gothic architecture as possible. The whole point of me going (aside from just having a fab time) was to physically expose myself to the art I wanted to study in graduate school. This meant having to narrow down how many day trips I was willing to take and pay for, as well as how much time in actual Paris I was willing to sacrifice. I will be in France for two weeks, and I finally landed on going to five towns outside of Paris that have Gothic cathedrals: Chartres (which I wrote a research paper on and is my #1 cathedral destination), Reims, Beauvais, Amiens, and Rouen. I will also of course be visiting the Gothic architecture in and around Paris, with Notre Dame, Saint-Denis (the OG Gothic cathedral), and the Sainte-Chapelle. 

With the Gothic art covered, I made a list of all the things in Paris itself I want to do/see. I won’t list everything I’m planning on, but the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre (I’m giving myself 3 days here, because duh), the Musée d’Orsay, Versailles, the Sacre Couer, the Palais Garnier, and the Paris Catacombs give you a general idea. I’ll also be visiting several bookshops, because obviously. 

I’ve done a ton of research on the best way to pay for everything. I’ll be getting a Paris Museum Pass, which gets you into all the museums and several of the monuments (plus you get to bypass the lines, which is a huge plus in the summer). I’ll also get a metro pass, because it also covers some of the trains I’ll be taking (to/from the airport, Versailles, etc.) along with the metro itself. 

It turns out planning a big trip like this is p complicated. Initially I just made a huge jumbo list of everything I wanted to do. It took a long time for me to actually decide when I would do everything. I haven’t mapped out every hour of every day, because 1) that’s no fun and 2) I need to allow myself wiggle room. I’m trying very, very had not to pack too much in. I know I’m going to feel the need to see as many things as I possibly can, but that makes for a very hurried, stressful, and exhausting trip, and that just isn’t what I want this to be. I do want to make the most of my time there, but I also want to enjoy it and not be on the verge of falling asleep/collapsing the whole time. As a result I’ve intentionally scheduled downtime, time to just “explore”, because one of the big charms of Paris is how much there is to discover. It’s a gorgeous city, and I want time to just look around and go into the little shops, rather than having to rush through everything and skip those little things. I want time to sit in a park with a baguette and read a book and people watch for a few hours, you know?

Another thing I thought about early on was plane tickets. At first, I wanted to book my flights asap, assuming that the sooner I bought them the cheaper they’d be. But apparently, international flights are the cheapest about 50 days before the flight. So, as anxious as it’s making me to still not have my flights booked, I’m waiting until April to buy my tickets. I’m also signed up for cheap flight alerts, and the prices haven’t gone up from September to now, which is a good sign. The only worry now is that I won’t get a good seat, but I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

I also, rather annoyingly, need to get a new passport. I got one when I was in high school because I was going to the Dominican Republic for a mission trip (lol tbt to my jesus days), but since I was under 16 it didn’t last the full 10 years. I’ve been waiting to get a new one because in November and December I was spending a lot of money on Anniversary/Christmas presents, along with all those goddamn grad school application fees. But, I filled out a new passport application this morning and will call tomorrow to schedule an in-person appointment (which I can do during my lunch break, hoorah). 

I’ve also just been doing a shit-ton of Pinterest research about traveling - traveling abroad, traveling alone, traveling alone as a woman, and traveling to Paris/France. Y’all, Pinterest is a little ridiculous, but it’s also informative AF depending on what you’re looking for. Bless all you 20-something female bloggers. 

One of the best things I discovered from said bloggers was the MyMaps feature from Google Maps. A major problem I was having was visualizing all the things I want to do, particularly in regards to location. I had tried a few times to print out a map of Paris and mark all the places, but there are simply too many things I want to do for them to all fit, unless I print out a giant map (if I include all the restaurants and shops I’m interested in). MyMaps allows you to create your own map, where you can mark all of your places on one map with a little marker, and when you click on it a description pops up. You can add pictures to the description, and I also added hours of operation, ticket/pricing info, and any other relevant tips I’ve found. For the outside-Paris locations, I also wrote down train directions. Plus, you can change the icon and color of each location, which makes it easy for me to quickly identify restaurants, bakeries, cafes, shops, monuments, etc. This will make it really easy for me to look at my map each night and think about where I want to eat/what shops I want to visit the next day. I was so happy when I discovered this, and I literally spent hours putting it together. 

Even if I don’t end up going to every single place I’ve mapped out, it will be helpful to have an organized list of options to choose from. 

I also decided to make a spreadsheet of all my expenses for the trip, since I’m literally paying for everything myself (hooray adulting). I originally had an estimate of about how much everything would cost, but after specifically noting all of it I have a much closer guess. I still can’t be 100% accurate - I still haven’t bought my plane tickets, and food/souvenirs will be different every day - but I’m much closer to an accurate guess. I’m also indicating whether or not each expense has been paid for or not. I am definitely saving money by using the museum pass and the metro pass, so go me. 

Finally, because I truly am an organization freak, I made a list of every single thing I’ll need to do before going - from big things like “book flights” to small things like “buy a power adaptor”. I realized there are a lot of things I’ll have to do that I can’t/shouldn’t do quite yet, so I just want to make sure I know exactly what needs to be done. I don’t want to be on the plane and realize I didn’t do something important. I’m also just really fucking excited about this trip, and I making lists and organizing everything having to do with it makes me happy. It’s taken all my willpower not to start making a packing list - chill dude, your trip is still 4 months away.

As I do more organizing/planning I may post about it here; mostly for myself - both to keep busy at work and to just record this process for myself. But if any of my like 3 followers finds this interesting then woohoo, two birds one stone.

Anyway, bless anyone who was interested enough to read this, kudos for you. I’m going in 118 days and I’m so bloody pumped.

#paris #personal #where have you been #uhh france??

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From Botched Restoration to Selfie Destruction: 5 of the Worst Art Fails

#art news #very silly #art history #theft #vandalism #art fails #ecce homo #art heist #fails #don't touch the art

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Are You The One Season Finale Recap: Just Put Me Out of My Goddamn Misery (PART TWO)

Since everyone bitches and whines about how long my recaps are, I separated them into two parts. Pick up a book, you lazy pieces of shit and read part 1 here >>

Chuck is like, were not going to win so next match ceremony Im picking Britni and everyone is like Chuck and Alec start yelling at each other and having a food fight, which pisses off Alec more because hes a firm believer that you should never waste food.

Alec: WE SHOULD NEVER QUIT Chuck: Eat a dick dude

Chuck goes up to push Alec, which is a huge mistake surfer brah, and Alec shoves Chuck to the ground like hes made of paper. Alec, congrats, your ovaries have officially transformed into a small chode of a penis. Gotta start somewhere.

Britni is like You would shove Chuck, who btw looks like a Ken doll version of the lead singer of AFI, for money?! Thats some shit ONLY poor people would say. Britni, people have done way worse shit for way less money. Read a book, tune into the news, watch Empire (or read my recaps).

Rashida and Devin are like And I agree. I did not sit through 10 weeks of this retarded shit to watch yall give up.

Devin is like If I can get this fresh batch of mentally incapable humans to win this stupid fucking reality show, it would be equivalent to the greatest feat in sports history. Which sport? Speed walking? Turn on ESPN Devin, I fucking dare you.

Zak and Hannah are mourning the fact that they arent a match, and tbh, I am too.

Cheyenne is talking to Devin about how he is disrespectful and is like

Devin: (actual quote) Im a shit head, but not a total shit head. – I honestly dont even need to try and be funny for these recaps, they all say enough stupid shit where I dont even have to try.

THE GAME

Chuck is like, I was hammered last night and said dumb shit and Im going to actually play this thing. Thank god Chuck, otherwise I seriously would have cunt punted you, and your little dog too! (Britni)

The game is the easiest one of the season: its an obstacle course with girls sitting on their back. There is a true/false section, where if the team guesses it right, then they get 30 seconds off their time.

Zak and Kayla are in first, which is crazy because Zak might be the smallest out of all of them. Alec is terrible with this shit and is back to being a giant bitch.

Melanie and Tyler go to the true or false thing, where Mel admits she offered Chuck a threesome, which is a new low.

Kayla and Zak win, being the Italian stallions. Rashida and Devin get second and Mel/Tyler get third because they answered the question right- aka, Mel is a closeted freak.

Stacey is talking to Nelson about how she has no idea who her match is and shes talking so fast I could have sworn it was a Gilmore Girls episode. You can def tell Stacey is fucking hammered in this, but its cool. I love Stacey. And apparently so does Nelson. Okay whatever.

Meanwhile, Alec is flirting with Amanda and Kiki is like WTF. Which is literally her reaction to everything- WTF.

THE DATE

Theyre hanging out on fucking boat that doesnt even have a bar. That sounds like some Life of Pi shit.

Devin and Rashida are flirting and shes like except this shitty white guy with a butt chin.

Zak and Kayla are like you remind me of my family so they must be a match- some fucking Freudian shit right there. Chelsey the aspiring psychologist is probably fucking creaming her pants somewhere in the distance.

Tyler and Melanie are like, were besties and Tyler thinks thats code for match but Mel was like,

THE TRUTH BOOTH

The group makes a smart decision for once ,(they probably all broke out in hives afterwards because we all know they are allergic to brainpower), and send Zak and Kayla to the truth booth. Hannah is like Hannah save the stupid lines for Hunter please, babe.

Zak and Kayla make their way to the truth booth, looking like a set of fraternal twins walking into their grandmas 90th birthday. Not gonna lie, Im stressed right now. Im on bottle number 2 of wine, and shit is REAL rn.

Results are in and- THEYRE A PERFECT MATCH! YAAAAAAASSSS.

Everyone is screaming and jumping while Hannah is like, . Its okay Hanz, its not like these matches are real. Those rules arent even real! They were real that day I wore a vest!

Alec and Kiki are flirting and they are drunk AF and Kiki is like Shes talking about how she got stupid fucking matching bracelets for her perfect match and Im like

Devin is doing his shit math again using red solo cups, I feel like an algebra class is being taught in a frat house. Aka this shit is dumb AF.

They determine there are two scenarios- one where Kiki mtches with Alec, and one where she doesnt. Guess which one best friends forever bracelet Kiki wants?

The decide to use deductive reasoning and rationality.

Jk, they decide to flip a fucking coin. I CANT RIGHT NOW WITH YOU PEOPLE. Hunter is like Here is a quarter and ew, I dont trust anyone who has change offhand like that. Get a fucking debit card, you hillbilly fuck.

Kiki is upset because they get scenario one, but you know if the coin flipped for the scenario she wanted shed be like PERFECT! ITS ALL SETTLED, THIS COIN IS HOLY.

Tyler is like, Fuck your heart Tyler, fuck it. Austin is like WOAH you need to figure this shit out. Like I dont mean to sound aggressive, but if you fuck us all over were probs gonna stab you.

Never did I ever think that the game would rest in Tylers hands. Take a drink to that.

THE FINAL MATCH UP CEREMONY

Devin is like, there is a high possibility we lose- not high, almost definite. But he thinks they chose scenario one for a reason, that reason being a coin flip.

Ryan gives some speech about love and how they need it and its like, save it Ryan. Empire comes on in 20 minutes and I need to get this show on the road.

Austin is first and he picks Britni– basing it off the fact that he wanted a girlfriend who would be a ghost for most of their relationship and they would get together eventually when it was convenient. You know what thats called? A fuckbuddy. You came on a reality show to find a fuckbuddy. May I suggest Tinder next time?

Hunter is next, and Ryan is like, do you all have a strategy? And hes like clearly fate isnt on our side, so we decided to do a coin flip. So, fates not on your side, and you decided to rely on it again? Seems legit.

Ryan is like, And Connor and Chelsey are like

Hunter picks Hannah, which is a weird match but whatever I dont care anymore. Im gonna be honest, this whole season I thought Hunter was secretly gay.

Devin is up next and he picks Rashida. Rashida, girl, I have been praying for you. Clearly I am a sinner because my prayers have not been well received. My b.

Tyler is up next and were all on edge. Hes like I think Melanie is my match truly and this is the biggest plotline he has had all season, so hes rollin with it. Tyler ends up picking Cheyenne, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

Alec picks Amanda, and Kiki is like WTF (again). What is she gonna do with her bracelet?!!!!

Nelson picks Stacey and RyDev is like, And shes like, Okay, thatll work. Cant wait for an invite to the wedding.

Chuck is up next and gives an inspiring speech. Well, it would be inspiring if he wasnt talking to a band of idiots who put their fate in a coin toss and if he didnt look like a homeless folk singer.

Chuck picks Melanie. Shes like, well this sucks because well never date because hes still fucking Brittni. Maybe you can get that threesome you wanted, skank.

Kiki is last, and ends up alone, well, because her match is Mike. #tbt to Mike. LOL. She shows those bracelets to Ryan and Ryan tries so hard not to fucking vomit on her. Kiki is like I am not confident at all Mike is my match and honestly, ditto.

The beams and RyDevs dramatic hand motions begin. They get 4 beams, which they have never gotten before, so #progress..They get a 5th, then a 6th, then a 7th. Everyone is on edge as fuck, and I am stunned into complete silence at home. Even my boyfriend, who has migrated out of the room is whispering no fucking way to himself. Idk if he is saying that because hes surprised Im silent for once, or surprised that they just might actually win.

They get 8 OMG, They literally need one more to win the fucking game. Im shaking.

THEY GOT TEN BEAMS! THEY WIN THE FUCKING GAME.

MIRACLES HAPPEN (queue song from The Princess Diaries)

MTV IS THE LAND OF DREAMS

IM CRYING

IM SCREAMING, I FEEL THINGS

Okay, Im back. Wow Im hammered. So its made clear- either MTV is a magical place where miracles prevail, or this shit is staged AF. I mean, we all saw The Hills.

Wow, thats it for this season and this truly unique group of escaped mental patents. Thanks for reading, even though, lets be honest- I made your shitty Thursdays infinitely better. And to the cast who read and tweeted me, thanks for having a thick skin. Low key surprised I havent received a death threat from Britni by now. Good luck existing in the real world, you all are sure gonna need it. And if youre ever in California, come buy me a beer, because god knows I deserve one for putting up with your shit.

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If you don’t follow Will Smith on Instagram yet, you’re missing out

Image: Getty Images for AFI

If you ask me, there was only one good thing to come out of social media in 2017 and it came with three weeks to spare. 

It wasn't the tide pod craze, it wasn't Chrissy Teigen and John Legend's strange flight, and it wasn't the drama involving the royal wedding's guest list either — it was Willard Carroll "Will" Smith Jr. and his brand new, fresh out the box Instagram account. It's perfect in every way, and if 2018 keeps going the way it is, it might just be the best thing about this year too. 

SEE ALSO: Will Smith finally addresses those 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' reunion rumours

The beloved Smith has always discussed why he's grateful he didn't come up in the time of timelines and avatars. "Fortunately, most of my career, I was shielded from that level of scrutiny. There actually was privacy. There was actually the ability to create mystery," he told The Hollywood Reporter in 2015. 

That level of mystery dissipates when you've reached the god-like status of the Smith and his family, and either transforms into a well-oiled, PR-fueled life (with an Instagram account to match) or nothing at all, a là Leonardo DiCaprio or Brad Pitt. (Side note: imagine how beautiful the world would be if Meryl Streep had an Instagram account.) 

But sometimes, famous faces bless us all with Very Good Celebrity Instagram accounts (ie., Tina Knowles, Chris Pratt, and Drake — the king of hilarious Instagram captions). Thank goodness Smith falls into the second category. 

There are a few key things that make a celebrity Instagram account good: self-deprecation, behind-the-scenes access, and quality throwbacks — and the Fresh Prince passes all of these tests with flying colors. 

Exhibit A: the ugly holiday sweaters, worn with pride and disbelief at the audacity of Jada for making the family be festive. 

Somebody Please Help! Jada makes us wear these Ugly Ass Sweaters for Christmas... She’s Doin’ Too Much! And she’s just gettin’ Started. Stay Tuned... More to Come

A post shared by Will Smith (@willsmith) on Dec 24, 2017 at 4:58pm PST

Then there's the reading glasses. Your beloved favorite actor is getting old, folks, but he isn't afraid to show it off. Weak eyes but make it fashion. 

Damn... I just had to get Reading Glasses! This is NOT the look of an Action Hero!

A post shared by Will Smith (@willsmith) on Dec 29, 2017 at 4:36pm PST

In the brief time he's been at this, he's managed to let us in on some wholesome family fun. Still can't believe we ever lived without knowing the lengths the Smith family goes to manifest the holiday spirit. 

It’s crazy out here in these Christmas streets

A post shared by Will Smith (@willsmith) on Dec 24, 2017 at 9:33pm PST

His behind-the-scenes work is what debuted on the 'gram first, thanks to Ellen DeGeneres, who filled the void in our heart by instigating the birth of his account. The only thing better than pre-cut interview previews that tease us is pictures with the queen of celebrity selfies. 

A post shared by Will Smith (@willsmith) on Dec 14, 2017 at 5:46am PST

All of this is fun and games, but there's something that Smith does that even the greatest of them, like The Rock, can't do. 

As a man who has been in the spotlight for so long, Smith has racked up a thrilling rolodex of friends and lucky for us, he isn't shy about shouting them out for their birthdays or just because. So far we've got some quality throwbacks of Jaime Foxx and Denzel Washington. That's two heavyweights in less than a month. Who knows what other ageless face we'll witness next. Isn't this thrilling?!

May 20, 2010. We all produced a play together on Broadway called FELA. It was about the late Nigerian Artist / Activist Fela Anikulapo Kuti. We were nominated for 11 Tony Awards!!! Look up FELA. His life was DEEP! #tbt

A post shared by Will Smith (@willsmith) on Jan 4, 2018 at 12:41pm PST

Happy 50th @iamjamiefoxx, much love. #tbt

A post shared by Will Smith (@willsmith) on Dec 21, 2017 at 11:42am PST

Despite the seemingly authentic nature of it all, Smith's PR people would probably be mad if a couple plugs weren't thrown in the feed, even if Bright isn't that great of a film. The best of them, however, do it with grace and humor instead of pumping out well airbrushed film stills and clips from talk shows to their followers who are bound to see those things elsewhere, regardless. 

Yep definitely my seed

A post shared by Will Smith (@willsmith) on Dec 16, 2017 at 3:17am PST

But really, it's not just me who feels this way. Everyone is in love with Will Smith's Instagram account. 

3 weeks in and Will Smith has the best instagram already.

— Robin (@thyrobin) January 3, 2018

ever since will smith made an ig instagram has improved 300% at the very least

— johnzelle walker (@johnzellewalker) January 5, 2018

I cannot stress it enough but everyone gotta follow Will Smith on instagram.

— Commander¥en (@Domyenn) December 31, 2017

Will Smith joining Instagram has single-handedly improved my social media experience.

— Adrienne 🌶 (@YoAdriBaby) December 27, 2017

All that to say, thank you Ellen. Thank you @kevin. And thank you, Will, for letting us into your life one double-tap-heart at a time. 

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How Running Helped Krista Cope with the Loss of a Child

It’s easy to get lost in the media’s portrayal of exercise being primarily a means of weight loss, building physical fitness and sculpting washboard abs. Sometimes exercise can be a vehicle for more meaningful personal development. That’s exactly how 38-year-old Krista Parry has long viewed running.

Parry, who lives in Park City, Utah, first discovered the sport as a coping strategy to deal with a difficult childhood. When nearly everything around her felt out of control, she’d lace up and head out the door.

“There was so much chaos at home, and running was always something I could rely on,” she says. “When there was craziness all around me, I could go for a run and it’d make me feel better.”

After a successful high school track career and a season of competition at Utah Valley University, she fell away from the sport. After college, she began working in the ski industry and soon found herself climbing the ranks as a corporate executive. Through the years, she dabbled in things like Crossfit and hot yoga, but in the end, found herself returning to running as a means of regaining balance, despite her demanding career — even making her way up to the marathon distance five times.

#TBT is about to get serious as I throw it back to when I was a kid… “I just want to be beautiful. God, please let me be beautiful. I don’t want to live. I have thoughts of suicide… I hate myself.” Words from my junior high journal but think I wrote these same words every night for over 10 years. I hated myself… but it was a silent hate that no one saw. If you were to ask anyone about me, they would say I was happy and probably an over-achiever. I was one of the fastest runners in the state. I was friends with everyone. Excelled at everything I did. And was happy… or so they thought. However, on the inside I was dying… I don’t know exactly when it started but I do remember a few poignant times: · Like the time in the summer before 5th grade when my grandpa made me get on the scale at his house and after seeing the numbers on the scale, telling me I couldn’t eat while I was at his house… which resulted in me sticking my fingers down my throat for the first time to make myself throw up, which continued into my early 20s · Like the time in the 6th grade when the boys called me pizza face because of my acne · Like the time in the 8th grade when my math teacher, Mrs. Dean, wiped my hair out of my face and told me to not hide behind my hair… I was beautiful · Like the many therapists and nutritionists offices I would sit in and smile and tell them everything was ok and they believed me · Like the time when I drank my way through college so I could be numb to just how much I hated myself But luckily, by the grace of God, I never tried to commit suicide… Somehow, somewhere, I had a little flicker of light inside me that told me I had worth. This light started to grow when I got a job traveling as the spokesperson for the 2002 Olympic Torch Relay, who’s theme was ‘Light the Fire Within.’ was on this journey that I was introduced to the kind, loving, empathetic, smart, talented girl that I had been so critical of… I am grateful for the hard times growing up as they made me into the person I am today. I am me… and that is all that matters. If you struggle with feelings of self-worth, know you are enough. Know you are amazing!

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Mar 17, 2016 at 7:48am PDT

In 2004, Parry married her husband, Tim. After a five-year struggle with fertility issues, Parry gave birth to their first son in 2009 and second in 2011. Still, she had this nagging feeling they might not be done having children.

She knew her busy job was a hindrance to having another child, so she took a leap of faith and started her own consulting business with her sister, Lindsay, easing the stress at work and home. After an early miscarriage, though, she started to second guess whether the timing was right. She refocused her attention on her boys and her growing business and put the third baby idea on the back burner.

Love this pic of my boys and I finishing our first race together… Many more in our future! #motherrunner

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on May 16, 2014 at 2:13pm PDT

Particularly because of their past issues with infertility, Parry knew there was no guarantee she’d be able to get pregnant again. That’s why it came as a complete surprise when one day in June 2016, dogged by intense fatigue on a run, she was moved to take a pregnancy test.

“I could hardly make it around the track without breathing hard. I just felt so weird,” she recalls. “I thought, no way … I couldn’t be pregnant.”

Against all odds, the test revealed the good news.

Every dreamer deserves support. Discover inspiring tips, tools and stories of dreamers like you to help kick-start your own dream pursuit.

The initial excitement gave way to a scare the following week when she experienced spotting. Fearing the worst, she immediately went to the hospital for an emergency ultrasound.

“It was one of the scariest moments of my life. You think they’re going to bring up that ultrasound and not see anything,” she says. “But there was our sweet little baby kicking around, and everything looked great.”

At around nine weeks pregnant, she was sent home with the instructions to cease running and take it easy for the remainder of her pregnancy. They began making plans to welcome a third child into their family — a little girl.

A little over a month later, in late August, however, came a day that would change everything. At 14 weeks, Parry went in for a routine ultrasound. Her belly had been growing and she felt healthy. She remembers smiling at other women in the waiting room, anxious to get a glimpse of her baby girl.

The next moments are particularly vivid in her mind.

“I remember so clearly the doctor started pushing really hard with the ultrasound — searching — and then looked at us and said, ‘there’s no heartbeat,’” she remembers. “Right there at that moment, everything in the world stopped for us.”

In addition to the physical suffering she experienced from a painful miscarriage, Parry was overwhelmed by a cascade of sorrow and heartache. Not only did she experience the crash of hormones that generally accompanies the postpartum period, the grief of losing her baby girl felt all-consuming. Postpartum depression set in and she spent weeks unable to get out of bed.

“I felt so broken lying in the bedroom and just thought, ‘how will I ever heal from this loss,’” she remembers.

The turning point came at her six-week appointment when her doctor gave her permission to run again. She started with easy jogging and soon signed up for MapMyRun’s You vs. the Year challenge for extra motivation. Just as she had done throughout her life, she returned to running to reclaim control over fear, anxiety and hardship.

“I wanted to feel strong again and to prove to myself that I could get through hard things,” she says. “I had to get back to running to get my mind back — to go back to the things I knew.”

With each mile logged, her confidence grew and the depression lifted. The grief remained, but somehow, it began to feel like an emotion she could draw strength from.

“I remember going out for that first run in early October and there was a chill in the air. I am pretty sure I cried the whole run, but it was still this feeling of ‘Yes, this is where I find peace,’” says Parry. “Anytime you go through something hard, something you think you’ll never heal from, I’m a big believer that strength comes from pain.”

Ever since my miscarriage I’ve been trying to gain my mental and physical strength back running has always been my solace. I should be 34 weeks pregnant and I have felt like I can’t get back to where I was before. Today I wanted to push myself. I wanted to prove to my body and my brain that I could do it. This is my face after I ran a 6:38 mile. My eyes were blurry. My nose was running. My heart was racing. But I felt strong. Strength after pain. We can do hard things. #miscarriage #runchat

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Jan 14, 2017 at 1:29pm PST

Parry also discovered a burgeoning network of support in other women who had suffered similar losses. After posting about her miscarriage on social media, she was flooded with stories from women around the world.

“Hearing these stories has really helped lift me up in a difficult time,” she says. “There are a lot of things in life we can’t control, but we can control how we connect and unite together. We can be stronger when we go through these hard things together.”

It’s that fact that motivated her to start the Race with Angels, a race held in mid-October in Holladay, Utah, that involved a virtual component in hopes of attracting a global network of runners to participate.

“It’s a way to honor my little angel, but also honor all those other families who have had to endure this as well,” she says. “We are stronger together.”

As she has regained strength both physically and emotionally, Parry started running more and training harder this past spring. She’s now following a marathon training plan, although she doesn’t yet have an actual event on the calendar. An end goal, like a race, isn’t the point anymore. Her daily run is an exercise in finding peace and connecting with her baby girl who always weighs heavily on her mind.

“The other day I was out for a run and I looked up at the sky and saw these big clouds that looked like angels,” she says. “I can feel her with me when I’m out running because I’m in my own space. It’s my me time, when my sweet, crazy boys aren’t running circles around me. I can feel my baby girl’s presence. I think running will always be that thing that helps me feel closer to her.”

Written by Mackenzie Lobby Havey, a freelance journalist and coach based in Minneapolis. She holds a master’s degree in kinesiology from the University of Minnesota, and is a USA Track and Field certified coach. She has run 14 marathons and is currently training for her first IRONMAN. When she’s not writing, she’s out biking, running and cross-country skiing around the city lakes with her dog.

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How Running Helped Krista Cope with the Loss of a Child

It’s easy to get lost in the media’s portrayal of exercise being primarily a means of weight loss, building physical fitness and sculpting washboard abs. Sometimes exercise can be a vehicle for more meaningful personal development. That’s exactly how 38-year-old Krista Parry has long viewed running.

Parry, who lives in Park City, Utah, first discovered the sport as a coping strategy to deal with a difficult childhood. When nearly everything around her felt out of control, she’d lace up and head out the door.

“There was so much chaos at home, and running was always something I could rely on,” she says. “When there was craziness all around me, I could go for a run and it’d make me feel better.”

After a successful high school track career and a season of competition at Utah Valley University, she fell away from the sport. After college, she began working in the ski industry and soon found herself climbing the ranks as a corporate executive. Through the years, she dabbled in things like Crossfit and hot yoga, but in the end, found herself returning to running as a means of regaining balance, despite her demanding career — even making her way up to the marathon distance five times.

#TBT is about to get serious as I throw it back to when I was a kid… “I just want to be beautiful. God, please let me be beautiful. I don’t want to live. I have thoughts of suicide… I hate myself.” Words from my junior high journal but think I wrote these same words every night for over 10 years. I hated myself… but it was a silent hate that no one saw. If you were to ask anyone about me, they would say I was happy and probably an over-achiever. I was one of the fastest runners in the state. I was friends with everyone. Excelled at everything I did. And was happy… or so they thought. However, on the inside I was dying… I don’t know exactly when it started but I do remember a few poignant times: · Like the time in the summer before 5th grade when my grandpa made me get on the scale at his house and after seeing the numbers on the scale, telling me I couldn’t eat while I was at his house… which resulted in me sticking my fingers down my throat for the first time to make myself throw up, which continued into my early 20s · Like the time in the 6th grade when the boys called me pizza face because of my acne · Like the time in the 8th grade when my math teacher, Mrs. Dean, wiped my hair out of my face and told me to not hide behind my hair… I was beautiful · Like the many therapists and nutritionists offices I would sit in and smile and tell them everything was ok and they believed me · Like the time when I drank my way through college so I could be numb to just how much I hated myself But luckily, by the grace of God, I never tried to commit suicide… Somehow, somewhere, I had a little flicker of light inside me that told me I had worth. This light started to grow when I got a job traveling as the spokesperson for the 2002 Olympic Torch Relay, who’s theme was ‘Light the Fire Within.’ was on this journey that I was introduced to the kind, loving, empathetic, smart, talented girl that I had been so critical of… I am grateful for the hard times growing up as they made me into the person I am today. I am me… and that is all that matters. If you struggle with feelings of self-worth, know you are enough. Know you are amazing!

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Mar 17, 2016 at 7:48am PDT

In 2004, Parry married her husband, Tim. After a five-year struggle with fertility issues, Parry gave birth to their first son in 2009 and second in 2011. Still, she had this nagging feeling they might not be done having children.

She knew her busy job was a hindrance to having another child, so she took a leap of faith and started her own consulting business with her sister, Lindsay, easing the stress at work and home. After an early miscarriage, though, she started to second guess whether the timing was right. She refocused her attention on her boys and her growing business and put the third baby idea on the back burner.

Love this pic of my boys and I finishing our first race together… Many more in our future! #motherrunner

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on May 16, 2014 at 2:13pm PDT

Particularly because of their past issues with infertility, Parry knew there was no guarantee she’d be able to get pregnant again. That’s why it came as a complete surprise when one day in June 2016, dogged by intense fatigue on a run, she was moved to take a pregnancy test.

“I could hardly make it around the track without breathing hard. I just felt so weird,” she recalls. “I thought, no way … I couldn’t be pregnant.”

Against all odds, the test revealed the good news.

Every dreamer deserves support. Discover inspiring tips, tools and stories of dreamers like you to help kick-start your own dream pursuit.

The initial excitement gave way to a scare the following week when she experienced spotting. Fearing the worst, she immediately went to the hospital for an emergency ultrasound.

“It was one of the scariest moments of my life. You think they’re going to bring up that ultrasound and not see anything,” she says. “But there was our sweet little baby kicking around, and everything looked great.”

At around nine weeks pregnant, she was sent home with the instructions to cease running and take it easy for the remainder of her pregnancy. They began making plans to welcome a third child into their family — a little girl.

A little over a month later, in late August, however, came a day that would change everything. At 14 weeks, Parry went in for a routine ultrasound. Her belly had been growing and she felt healthy. She remembers smiling at other women in the waiting room, anxious to get a glimpse of her baby girl.

The next moments are particularly vivid in her mind.

“I remember so clearly the doctor started pushing really hard with the ultrasound — searching — and then looked at us and said, ‘there’s no heartbeat,’” she remembers. “Right there at that moment, everything in the world stopped for us.”

In addition to the physical suffering she experienced from a painful miscarriage, Parry was overwhelmed by a cascade of sorrow and heartache. Not only did she experience the crash of hormones that generally accompanies the postpartum period, the grief of losing her baby girl felt all-consuming. Postpartum depression set in and she spent weeks unable to get out of bed.

“I felt so broken lying in the bedroom and just thought, ‘how will I ever heal from this loss,’” she remembers.

The turning point came at her six-week appointment when her doctor gave her permission to run again. She started with easy jogging and soon signed up for MapMyRun’s You vs. the Year challenge for extra motivation. Just as she had done throughout her life, she returned to running to reclaim control over fear, anxiety and hardship.

“I wanted to feel strong again and to prove to myself that I could get through hard things,” she says. “I had to get back to running to get my mind back — to go back to the things I knew.”

With each mile logged, her confidence grew and the depression lifted. The grief remained, but somehow, it began to feel like an emotion she could draw strength from.

“I remember going out for that first run in early October and there was a chill in the air. I am pretty sure I cried the whole run, but it was still this feeling of ‘Yes, this is where I find peace,’” says Parry. “Anytime you go through something hard, something you think you’ll never heal from, I’m a big believer that strength comes from pain.”

Ever since my miscarriage I’ve been trying to gain my mental and physical strength back running has always been my solace. I should be 34 weeks pregnant and I have felt like I can’t get back to where I was before. Today I wanted to push myself. I wanted to prove to my body and my brain that I could do it. This is my face after I ran a 6:38 mile. My eyes were blurry. My nose was running. My heart was racing. But I felt strong. Strength after pain. We can do hard things. #miscarriage #runchat

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Jan 14, 2017 at 1:29pm PST

Parry also discovered a burgeoning network of support in other women who had suffered similar losses. After posting about her miscarriage on social media, she was flooded with stories from women around the world.

“Hearing these stories has really helped lift me up in a difficult time,” she says. “There are a lot of things in life we can’t control, but we can control how we connect and unite together. We can be stronger when we go through these hard things together.”

It’s that fact that motivated her to start the Race with Angels, a race held in mid-October in Holladay, Utah, that involved a virtual component in hopes of attracting a global network of runners to participate.

“It’s a way to honor my little angel, but also honor all those other families who have had to endure this as well,” she says. “We are stronger together.”

As she has regained strength both physically and emotionally, Parry started running more and training harder this past spring. She’s now following a marathon training plan, although she doesn’t yet have an actual event on the calendar. An end goal, like a race, isn’t the point anymore. Her daily run is an exercise in finding peace and connecting with her baby girl who always weighs heavily on her mind.

“The other day I was out for a run and I looked up at the sky and saw these big clouds that looked like angels,” she says. “I can feel her with me when I’m out running because I’m in my own space. It’s my me time, when my sweet, crazy boys aren’t running circles around me. I can feel my baby girl’s presence. I think running will always be that thing that helps me feel closer to her.”

Written by Mackenzie Lobby Havey, a freelance journalist and coach based in Minneapolis. She holds a master’s degree in kinesiology from the University of Minnesota, and is a USA Track and Field certified coach. She has run 14 marathons and is currently training for her first IRONMAN. When she’s not writing, she’s out biking, running and cross-country skiing around the city lakes with her dog.

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How Running Helped Krista Cope with the Loss of a Child

It’s easy to get lost in the media’s portrayal of exercise being primarily a means of weight loss, building physical fitness and sculpting washboard abs. Sometimes exercise can be a vehicle for more meaningful personal development. That’s exactly how 38-year-old Krista Parry has long viewed running.

Parry, who lives in Park City, Utah, first discovered the sport as a coping strategy to deal with a difficult childhood. When nearly everything around her felt out of control, she’d lace up and head out the door.

“There was so much chaos at home, and running was always something I could rely on,” she says. “When there was craziness all around me, I could go for a run and it’d make me feel better.”

After a successful high school track career and a season of competition at Utah Valley University, she fell away from the sport. After college, she began working in the ski industry and soon found herself climbing the ranks as a corporate executive. Through the years, she dabbled in things like Crossfit and hot yoga, but in the end, found herself returning to running as a means of regaining balance, despite her demanding career — even making her way up to the marathon distance five times.

#TBT is about to get serious as I throw it back to when I was a kid… “I just want to be beautiful. God, please let me be beautiful. I don’t want to live. I have thoughts of suicide… I hate myself.” Words from my junior high journal but think I wrote these same words every night for over 10 years. I hated myself… but it was a silent hate that no one saw. If you were to ask anyone about me, they would say I was happy and probably an over-achiever. I was one of the fastest runners in the state. I was friends with everyone. Excelled at everything I did. And was happy… or so they thought. However, on the inside I was dying… I don’t know exactly when it started but I do remember a few poignant times: · Like the time in the summer before 5th grade when my grandpa made me get on the scale at his house and after seeing the numbers on the scale, telling me I couldn’t eat while I was at his house… which resulted in me sticking my fingers down my throat for the first time to make myself throw up, which continued into my early 20s · Like the time in the 6th grade when the boys called me pizza face because of my acne · Like the time in the 8th grade when my math teacher, Mrs. Dean, wiped my hair out of my face and told me to not hide behind my hair… I was beautiful · Like the many therapists and nutritionists offices I would sit in and smile and tell them everything was ok and they believed me · Like the time when I drank my way through college so I could be numb to just how much I hated myself But luckily, by the grace of God, I never tried to commit suicide… Somehow, somewhere, I had a little flicker of light inside me that told me I had worth. This light started to grow when I got a job traveling as the spokesperson for the 2002 Olympic Torch Relay, who’s theme was ‘Light the Fire Within.’ was on this journey that I was introduced to the kind, loving, empathetic, smart, talented girl that I had been so critical of… I am grateful for the hard times growing up as they made me into the person I am today. I am me… and that is all that matters. If you struggle with feelings of self-worth, know you are enough. Know you are amazing!

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Mar 17, 2016 at 7:48am PDT

In 2004, Parry married her husband, Tim. After a five-year struggle with fertility issues, Parry gave birth to their first son in 2009 and second in 2011. Still, she had this nagging feeling they might not be done having children.

She knew her busy job was a hindrance to having another child, so she took a leap of faith and started her own consulting business with her sister, Lindsay, easing the stress at work and home. After an early miscarriage, though, she started to second guess whether the timing was right. She refocused her attention on her boys and her growing business and put the third baby idea on the back burner.

Love this pic of my boys and I finishing our first race together… Many more in our future! #motherrunner

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on May 16, 2014 at 2:13pm PDT

Particularly because of their past issues with infertility, Parry knew there was no guarantee she’d be able to get pregnant again. That’s why it came as a complete surprise when one day in June 2016, dogged by intense fatigue on a run, she was moved to take a pregnancy test.

“I could hardly make it around the track without breathing hard. I just felt so weird,” she recalls. “I thought, no way … I couldn’t be pregnant.”

Against all odds, the test revealed the good news.

Every dreamer deserves support. Discover inspiring tips, tools and stories of dreamers like you to help kick-start your own dream pursuit.

The initial excitement gave way to a scare the following week when she experienced spotting. Fearing the worst, she immediately went to the hospital for an emergency ultrasound.

“It was one of the scariest moments of my life. You think they’re going to bring up that ultrasound and not see anything,” she says. “But there was our sweet little baby kicking around, and everything looked great.”

At around nine weeks pregnant, she was sent home with the instructions to cease running and take it easy for the remainder of her pregnancy. They began making plans to welcome a third child into their family — a little girl.

A little over a month later, in late August, however, came a day that would change everything. At 14 weeks, Parry went in for a routine ultrasound. Her belly had been growing and she felt healthy. She remembers smiling at other women in the waiting room, anxious to get a glimpse of her baby girl.

The next moments are particularly vivid in her mind.

“I remember so clearly the doctor started pushing really hard with the ultrasound — searching — and then looked at us and said, ‘there’s no heartbeat,’” she remembers. “Right there at that moment, everything in the world stopped for us.”

In addition to the physical suffering she experienced from a painful miscarriage, Parry was overwhelmed by a cascade of sorrow and heartache. Not only did she experience the crash of hormones that generally accompanies the postpartum period, the grief of losing her baby girl felt all-consuming. Postpartum depression set in and she spent weeks unable to get out of bed.

“I felt so broken lying in the bedroom and just thought, ‘how will I ever heal from this loss,’” she remembers.

The turning point came at her six-week appointment when her doctor gave her permission to run again. She started with easy jogging and soon signed up for MapMyRun’s You vs. the Year challenge for extra motivation. Just as she had done throughout her life, she returned to running to reclaim control over fear, anxiety and hardship.

“I wanted to feel strong again and to prove to myself that I could get through hard things,” she says. “I had to get back to running to get my mind back — to go back to the things I knew.”

With each mile logged, her confidence grew and the depression lifted. The grief remained, but somehow, it began to feel like an emotion she could draw strength from.

“I remember going out for that first run in early October and there was a chill in the air. I am pretty sure I cried the whole run, but it was still this feeling of ‘Yes, this is where I find peace,’” says Parry. “Anytime you go through something hard, something you think you’ll never heal from, I’m a big believer that strength comes from pain.”

Ever since my miscarriage I’ve been trying to gain my mental and physical strength back running has always been my solace. I should be 34 weeks pregnant and I have felt like I can’t get back to where I was before. Today I wanted to push myself. I wanted to prove to my body and my brain that I could do it. This is my face after I ran a 6:38 mile. My eyes were blurry. My nose was running. My heart was racing. But I felt strong. Strength after pain. We can do hard things. #miscarriage #runchat

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Jan 14, 2017 at 1:29pm PST

Parry also discovered a burgeoning network of support in other women who had suffered similar losses. After posting about her miscarriage on social media, she was flooded with stories from women around the world.

“Hearing these stories has really helped lift me up in a difficult time,” she says. “There are a lot of things in life we can’t control, but we can control how we connect and unite together. We can be stronger when we go through these hard things together.”

It’s that fact that motivated her to start the Race with Angels, a race held in mid-October in Holladay, Utah, that involved a virtual component in hopes of attracting a global network of runners to participate.

“It’s a way to honor my little angel, but also honor all those other families who have had to endure this as well,” she says. “We are stronger together.”

As she has regained strength both physically and emotionally, Parry started running more and training harder this past spring. She’s now following a marathon training plan, although she doesn’t yet have an actual event on the calendar. An end goal, like a race, isn’t the point anymore. Her daily run is an exercise in finding peace and connecting with her baby girl who always weighs heavily on her mind.

“The other day I was out for a run and I looked up at the sky and saw these big clouds that looked like angels,” she says. “I can feel her with me when I’m out running because I’m in my own space. It’s my me time, when my sweet, crazy boys aren’t running circles around me. I can feel my baby girl’s presence. I think running will always be that thing that helps me feel closer to her.”

Written by Mackenzie Lobby Havey, a freelance journalist and coach based in Minneapolis. She holds a master’s degree in kinesiology from the University of Minnesota, and is a USA Track and Field certified coach. She has run 14 marathons and is currently training for her first IRONMAN. When she’s not writing, she’s out biking, running and cross-country skiing around the city lakes with her dog.

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How Running Helped Krista Cope with the Loss of a Child

It’s easy to get lost in the media’s portrayal of exercise being primarily a means of weight loss, building physical fitness and sculpting washboard abs. Sometimes exercise can be a vehicle for more meaningful personal development. That’s exactly how 38-year-old Krista Parry has long viewed running.

Parry, who lives in Park City, Utah, first discovered the sport as a coping strategy to deal with a difficult childhood. When nearly everything around her felt out of control, she’d lace up and head out the door.

“There was so much chaos at home, and running was always something I could rely on,” she says. “When there was craziness all around me, I could go for a run and it’d make me feel better.”

After a successful high school track career and a season of competition at Utah Valley University, she fell away from the sport. After college, she began working in the ski industry and soon found herself climbing the ranks as a corporate executive. Through the years, she dabbled in things like Crossfit and hot yoga, but in the end, found herself returning to running as a means of regaining balance, despite her demanding career — even making her way up to the marathon distance five times.

#TBT is about to get serious as I throw it back to when I was a kid… “I just want to be beautiful. God, please let me be beautiful. I don’t want to live. I have thoughts of suicide… I hate myself.” Words from my junior high journal but think I wrote these same words every night for over 10 years. I hated myself… but it was a silent hate that no one saw. If you were to ask anyone about me, they would say I was happy and probably an over-achiever. I was one of the fastest runners in the state. I was friends with everyone. Excelled at everything I did. And was happy… or so they thought. However, on the inside I was dying… I don’t know exactly when it started but I do remember a few poignant times: · Like the time in the summer before 5th grade when my grandpa made me get on the scale at his house and after seeing the numbers on the scale, telling me I couldn’t eat while I was at his house… which resulted in me sticking my fingers down my throat for the first time to make myself throw up, which continued into my early 20s · Like the time in the 6th grade when the boys called me pizza face because of my acne · Like the time in the 8th grade when my math teacher, Mrs. Dean, wiped my hair out of my face and told me to not hide behind my hair… I was beautiful · Like the many therapists and nutritionists offices I would sit in and smile and tell them everything was ok and they believed me · Like the time when I drank my way through college so I could be numb to just how much I hated myself But luckily, by the grace of God, I never tried to commit suicide… Somehow, somewhere, I had a little flicker of light inside me that told me I had worth. This light started to grow when I got a job traveling as the spokesperson for the 2002 Olympic Torch Relay, who’s theme was ‘Light the Fire Within.’ was on this journey that I was introduced to the kind, loving, empathetic, smart, talented girl that I had been so critical of… I am grateful for the hard times growing up as they made me into the person I am today. I am me… and that is all that matters. If you struggle with feelings of self-worth, know you are enough. Know you are amazing!

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In 2004, Parry married her husband, Tim. After a five-year struggle with fertility issues, Parry gave birth to their first son in 2009 and second in 2011. Still, she had this nagging feeling they might not be done having children.

She knew her busy job was a hindrance to having another child, so she took a leap of faith and started her own consulting business with her sister, Lindsay, easing the stress at work and home. After an early miscarriage, though, she started to second guess whether the timing was right. She refocused her attention on her boys and her growing business and put the third baby idea on the back burner.

Love this pic of my boys and I finishing our first race together… Many more in our future! #motherrunner

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Particularly because of their past issues with infertility, Parry knew there was no guarantee she’d be able to get pregnant again. That’s why it came as a complete surprise when one day in June 2016, dogged by intense fatigue on a run, she was moved to take a pregnancy test.

“I could hardly make it around the track without breathing hard. I just felt so weird,” she recalls. “I thought, no way … I couldn’t be pregnant.”

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The initial excitement gave way to a scare the following week when she experienced spotting. Fearing the worst, she immediately went to the hospital for an emergency ultrasound.

“It was one of the scariest moments of my life. You think they’re going to bring up that ultrasound and not see anything,” she says. “But there was our sweet little baby kicking around, and everything looked great.”

At around nine weeks pregnant, she was sent home with the instructions to cease running and take it easy for the remainder of her pregnancy. They began making plans to welcome a third child into their family — a little girl.

A little over a month later, in late August, however, came a day that would change everything. At 14 weeks, Parry went in for a routine ultrasound. Her belly had been growing and she felt healthy. She remembers smiling at other women in the waiting room, anxious to get a glimpse of her baby girl.

The next moments are particularly vivid in her mind.

“I remember so clearly the doctor started pushing really hard with the ultrasound — searching — and then looked at us and said, ‘there’s no heartbeat,’” she remembers. “Right there at that moment, everything in the world stopped for us.”

In addition to the physical suffering she experienced from a painful miscarriage, Parry was overwhelmed by a cascade of sorrow and heartache. Not only did she experience the crash of hormones that generally accompanies the postpartum period, the grief of losing her baby girl felt all-consuming. Postpartum depression set in and she spent weeks unable to get out of bed.

“I felt so broken lying in the bedroom and just thought, ‘how will I ever heal from this loss,’” she remembers.

The turning point came at her six-week appointment when her doctor gave her permission to run again. She started with easy jogging and soon signed up for MapMyRun’s You vs. the Year challenge for extra motivation. Just as she had done throughout her life, she returned to running to reclaim control over fear, anxiety and hardship.

“I wanted to feel strong again and to prove to myself that I could get through hard things,” she says. “I had to get back to running to get my mind back — to go back to the things I knew.”

With each mile logged, her confidence grew and the depression lifted. The grief remained, but somehow, it began to feel like an emotion she could draw strength from.

“I remember going out for that first run in early October and there was a chill in the air. I am pretty sure I cried the whole run, but it was still this feeling of ‘Yes, this is where I find peace,’” says Parry. “Anytime you go through something hard, something you think you’ll never heal from, I’m a big believer that strength comes from pain.”

Ever since my miscarriage I’ve been trying to gain my mental and physical strength back running has always been my solace. I should be 34 weeks pregnant and I have felt like I can’t get back to where I was before. Today I wanted to push myself. I wanted to prove to my body and my brain that I could do it. This is my face after I ran a 6:38 mile. My eyes were blurry. My nose was running. My heart was racing. But I felt strong. Strength after pain. We can do hard things. #miscarriage #runchat

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Jan 14, 2017 at 1:29pm PST

Parry also discovered a burgeoning network of support in other women who had suffered similar losses. After posting about her miscarriage on social media, she was flooded with stories from women around the world.

“Hearing these stories has really helped lift me up in a difficult time,” she says. “There are a lot of things in life we can’t control, but we can control how we connect and unite together. We can be stronger when we go through these hard things together.”

It’s that fact that motivated her to start the Race with Angels, a race held in mid-October in Holladay, Utah, that involved a virtual component in hopes of attracting a global network of runners to participate.

“It’s a way to honor my little angel, but also honor all those other families who have had to endure this as well,” she says. “We are stronger together.”

As she has regained strength both physically and emotionally, Parry started running more and training harder this past spring. She’s now following a marathon training plan, although she doesn’t yet have an actual event on the calendar. An end goal, like a race, isn’t the point anymore. Her daily run is an exercise in finding peace and connecting with her baby girl who always weighs heavily on her mind.

“The other day I was out for a run and I looked up at the sky and saw these big clouds that looked like angels,” she says. “I can feel her with me when I’m out running because I’m in my own space. It’s my me time, when my sweet, crazy boys aren’t running circles around me. I can feel my baby girl’s presence. I think running will always be that thing that helps me feel closer to her.”

Written by Mackenzie Lobby Havey, a freelance journalist and coach based in Minneapolis. She holds a master’s degree in kinesiology from the University of Minnesota, and is a USA Track and Field certified coach. She has run 14 marathons and is currently training for her first IRONMAN. When she’s not writing, she’s out biking, running and cross-country skiing around the city lakes with her dog.

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