#also i did this in like 1 hour weeee

[clowndensation]

do you guys wanna know something crazy (going on a work rant)

so back in like october, i flew out to take a course/exam for work (for which i had to sign a contract agreeing that i'd stay with the company for at least 2 years, or else i'd have to pay back the cost of the trip) with a coworker. we both passed the exam (weeee yaayyyy woooooo).

my coworker, who went with me, had his bonus taken away from him shortly after this, because he got angry at our new owners (because they were attempting to make him write up the contract we had to sign for this trip, and research the cheapest options for hotels, cars, and air travel, 3 days before the trip, on top of his workload. he refused to do this, saying that he offered to do this research months beforehand and was denied. instead, he booked whatever was easiest after they refused to do any of the research themselves, and then told them to get fucked. essentially). they gave me part of his bonus, saying it was because i passed the test, implying my coworker also got the bonus.

based on both of us passing, our new owners decided to send everyone in the company to the course/exam (they did not have to sign the contract we signed). of the 8 people they sent, only 1 passed, and he's the guy from my side of the company (all the other people who took the test were from the other company our new owners bought). i could have told them this was going to happen, for a myriad of reasons. such as: nobody else wanted to take the test, there's no incentive for them to do well on the test, and also the other company literally doesn't know what they're doing, and all of their processes go against federal policy.

after the results came out, the guys from the other company told my coworker "the entire time we've worked alongside your company up to now, we thought you guys were stupid. but i guess maybe you know more than we thought". as. a compliment? <- this wasn't news to us anyways. they weren't subtle about it. just shocking that they thought this was a thing that should be said out loud.

our owners hiked all of our service prices 10-15% based off the fact that our techs are "rigorously trained to industry standard". our website is filled with incorrect information, and offering services we can't perform, because the people who wrote it don't know what we do.

we lost two coworkers from our side of the company, and the owners said they wouldn't be hiring anybody to fill those roles, because we "have enough people" <- we're currently working 50 hour weeks (we get shouted at for having overtime, so they don't like this), and if one of us gets sick or has vacation, we're unable to service everyone we need to each month (we are an industry that works with state and federal companies, who are required to have their equipment certified bi-yearly, and who will be fined for missing those dates.)

anyways things are going well 👍

#a fun fact is that if one of my coworkers quits #we'll be unable to perform work for several companies #because he's the last person at this job who knows the specifications and location of their equipment #unrelated i am in hell.

[rye-kin]

YES. Show me the henriel

Here weeee gooo!!!!!!!!! (These aren’t well written cause they are from my notes app! Sashay)

Jekyll has studied law himself, does that mean at some point he went to law school just to spend longer time with Utterson?

Jekyll referred to utterson as “dear” in his final note. I remind you he supposedly ran out of his goods 8 days ago or so, so he saved the last bit to finally fess up to utterson. This is important: he would rather die than let him know how awful he was and even instructed utterson to read lanyon note (and first). Even though this makes sense story wise, it almost feels as though he let lanyon explain his guilt for him so he didn’t have to think about how utterson would react. They have a weird relationship because on one hand, utterson is frustrated that Jekyll still doesn’t understand that he wouldn’t judge him and can be himself with him. When he refused to shit talk lanyon it was out of concern and pushed back what Jekyll was clearly uncomfortable with to discuss his health; meanwhile, Jekyll likely thought utterson perceived his behavior as distasteful (he probably did but knowing Jekyll he obsessed over it) and supposedly didn’t refer to him again for the rest of the conversation. Jekyll just wants to be his best for utterson, because utterson is his favorite and if utterson doesn’t think he’s any good, nothing matters.

Quoting and more rambling undercut <3

“But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove.”

“‘I incline to Cain’s heresy,” he used to say. “I let my brother go to the devil in his quaintly own way.” In this character, it was frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the lives of down-going men. And to such as these, so long as they came about his chambers, he never marked a shade of change in his demeanour.”

(Both taken from Ch.1)

Utterson, from the beginning, is quite literally made for Jekyll. He helps those who are morally faulty and doesn’t judge them, rather prefers to help them. While Utterson has a decent moral code in place, he clearly likes to help others who do not seem to have the same; and, while he did not know it at the time, this makes his connection to Jekylls misdeeds unique.

This, to me, is at least a sign that if he ever found out, Utterson would be the only character who would be willing to help Jekyll and spare him from his judgment. Furthermore, this deep seated implication of Uttersons forgiving nature makes for an even more upsetting relationship.

“No doubt the feat was easy to Mr. Utterson; for he was undemonstrative at the best, and even his friendship seemed to be founded in a similar catholicity of good-nature. It is the mark of a modest man to accept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of opportunity; and that was the lawyer’s way. His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.”

(Ch.1)

I just like this one because of the particular use of the word “affections” and the idea that he has known Jekyll for a very long time, seeing the (implied) worst of him when they were younger. They clearly have something if they’ve stayed together for so long.

Something I believe is worth taking note is also the fact that Jekyll chose Utterson of, all available people, to be his lawyer. Some might say that is was to prevent Utterson taking any offense to Jekyll choosing someone else as his lawyer, but I remind you that if they were truly just friends and business partners, Uttersons has it in his character to forgive this. But I don’t believe this to be the case, rather, I believe Jekyll trusts Utterson and enjoys his company well enough to select him as a lawyer so they may meet and see each-other during business hours as well.

Utterson has a nickname for Jekyll, a shortened version of his name “Harry” which is mentioned a few times and that only he uses in the course of the novella.

He bought him a cane, and clearly took offense when it was broken after seemingly being handed to someone else as well. (Note it was a gift, it’s horrible to take a gift someone gave to you only to give it to someone else, let alone someone the original gift giver dislikes). But, viewing this situation from Jekyll’s perspective, he liked the cane and supposedly found it special enough to carry into his second form when he clearly had the funds to spare to buy his second form another cane.

I think one of the greatest arguments that non-shippers have of this pairing is that Utterson did not know about Lanyon and Jekylls feud. However, Utterson did not show any surprise when Jekyll mentioned him and proceeded to insult him rather childishly. This would seem to imply that Utterson is used to this and Jekylls general breaks in temperament.

#quotes taken #I got zesty and fancy… #at 4 AM #these r olddd #ronnie chats #the temptation to tag these… #henriel #…. #I’m feeling zesty tonite

[sunstone-smiles]

Another unplanned late night ramble from me!!! Weeee!!!

Ok ok! So remember the 70s show CHiPs and the character Jon that I rambled about in this post? Well the latest episode I watched has my brain SCREAMING! Allow me to explain:

So in “Crack-up” (Season 1, episode 21), Jon gets hurt and has to go to the hospital, so the whole first half I’m screaming, “BABY! NOOO!” He gets better later in the episode (yay!), but while he was recovering in the hospital, a lady named Wanda visited him to cheer him up.

Wanda is the wife of a patient who’s being treated in the hospital at the same time as Jon, and she used to be a comedian. (The person playing her character, Phyllis Diller was a comedian in real life too! Side note for some trivia: If you know the Pixar movie A Bugs Life, Phyllis Diller is the voice of The Queen ant!)

She comes in to Jon's room and tells him some jokes to make him laugh. Now earlier Jon said to the doctor, “It only hurts when I laugh,” but yet he still ends up laughing at her jokes anyway. He was in a little pain so I was thinking “SIR, stop laughing!!!” (Even though I thought his laugh was cute-). And then as Wanda starts to leave, he says, as a form of thanks, “I’m not as worried as I was.” She responds with, “Well, laughter is the best medicine of all…after Penicillin.” And he giggles again as she walks out the door.

When I tell you that my brain FLOODED with serotonin at this interaction. He was so saddened at the beginning and then seeing him all happy and relaxed made me happyyyy! I rewatched it again when getting the images and I’m still internally screaming “AWWWW!!!” I know this is such a small thing but aaaah!!! I thought it was very cute.

Later Wanda comes back to tell him some more jokes and he laughs again. He then helps Wanda think about becoming a comedian again with her husband, who also started to recover.

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So yeah, that’s my ramble! Lol! I did not think I was going to talk about this show so soon or even ever again, but yet here we are. 

Why am I so invested in this show? Lol

(I meant to post this like three hours ago and then I got distracted oops-)

#Pardon Sunstone's ramble

[scandiengbergs3]

Whew-weeee!! What a long twenty-four hours it has been! I am typing this as we descend into Gothenburg, as the sun still is giving the sky a very dark red edge, a glowing orange-pink-red thin band above a cloudy carpet at the horizon line. It is almost midnight here in Sweden and we are arriving an hour and a half late, which, all said and done, isn't really too bad. There were crazy thunder and hail storms in Munich, where we had a seven-hour layover that became even longer as a result of those storms.

Anyway, despite being a person who hates anything to do with the combination of thunderstorms and air travel, and the fact we had that combo in Albuquerque and Munich, the flights were all-in-all good! Our first flight was uneventful; Cece told me she was going to read Teddy & Co. the whole way, which would be her second chapter book and is one that Rowan read as his first chapter book and gave to her for this trip. And you know what? She did read the whole flight and then on the Denver to Munich flight, she read except for when she was sleeping or eating, then on this last leg, she read some more!

On all of our flights, we were split up 2 and 2, with the boys together and the girls together; we intended to shuffle that around a bit, but it held for all three flights. I imagine we'll do the opposite all the way home.

On the long-haul flight, Cece made herself relatively comfortable, her from her middle seat towards me at the window, sleeping in my lap. Then she tired of that position and slept bolt upright 😆 I got very little sleep but did sleep a bit over the ocean and then over Ireland. I can tell you, we are all exhausted and are a bit nervous about what jet lag will look like for us this time.

Our food on the plane was good... I'd forgotten that I got Cece and myself vegan (1) and kosher (1) meals and while they were nuclear hot, they were good. One was a chana masala (the vegan meal) and one was breaded chicken and rice (the kosher meal). Other than eating, I worked on some material for the new Graduate Certificate in Professional and Technical Communication while Cece was sleeping but then I could work no more ... and so I watched some of Will Ferrell's Blades of Glory. A pretty funny flick, as far as I could tell. I am a serious connesieur of just that kind of comedy.

We already met some interesting characters on our trip! The gate agent in Munich for the Gothenburg flight was hilarious but in a wry and "I've had A DAY" way. More about him and others in the next post and I will also share what our first-night hotel is like and whether any of us sleeps at all! Wish us luck!

[beaxmice]

inspired by that meme that goes like "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT Kris where the FUCK are we"

#ITS SO FUNNY LMAO #also i did this in like 1 hour weeee #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune art #deltarune fanart #deltarune susie #deltarune kris #art #fanart #digital art #digital fanart #digital drawing #sketch

[starlight-loki]

The Thin Line Between Life and Death (Loki x Mystic!Reader) -- PART 1

Or, That Time You and Loki Saved the World

Request: is it alright if you do a loki x reader fic where reader's got powers like strange and wields one of the infinity stones and almost dies trying to save everyone? -- requested by anon

Warnings: this is darker than other fics i've written so far: descriptions of nausea, mentions of anxiety, and major character deaths (but not Loki, I promise).

Word Count: 4.8k (hooo weeee man, if I didn't split this into 2 parts it would've been like... over 10k omg)

A/N: For context, please read this headcanon first if you'd like to know a bit more about the reader and Loki's relationship as well as to sort of set the scene for this fic -- otherwise, if you're cool with jumping right in, enjoy! This was so much fun to write :)

Also this doesn't follow the events of Infinity War/Endgame at all; this is sort of... my take on it, I guess you could say?

Everything started going downhill when you began getting visions.

They weren't anything concerning at first, in fact they were almost cryptic, really: manifesting themselves in your dreams in subtle -- almost metaphoric -- ways. First it was simply the colour orange, which then progressed to flashes of amber light at random occasions during the events of your dreams, then it became fire. For a while, fire consumed your dreams nearly every night, burning through cities, forests, and even planets.

The Ancient One had told you from the start that dreams carried messages from your subconscious. They weren't something to be dismissed, even the most simplest elements. They were to be respected, listened to, and were meant to encourage you to shift mentally and emotionally in indescribable ways.

You figured the fire was symbolic for the stress and worry you were feeling, with everything moving so quickly over the last few days.

After all, the threat of Thanos was looming more and more. No longer was he a whispered rumour that was occasionally passed around at dinnertime with the rest of the Avengers. He was an actual threat now, and the Avengers were holding meetings twice a day to try and develop a plan of attack.

He had the power stone. It was only a matter of time before he found the others.

Twenty-four hours before everything changed, a vision came to you differently than all the others.

You were in the kitchen preparing lunch for yourself when your ears began ringing. Whispers filled your mind from the inside and spoke to you in a language you didn't understand, yet chilled you to the bone at the same time. There was a blinding flash of light that nearly paralyzed you, and as you strained to focus your eyes, you noticed a small orange stone materialize in front of you.

The soul stone.

It glided closer and closer to you, and as it did so the whispers grew louder. The lives of thousands flashed before your eyes. Their deaths did, as well. It was showing you the cycle of humanity -- birth, life, death, repeat -- almost taunting you that this seemingly inevitable thing could be controlled.

You gasped, dropped the plate in your hands accidentally. It fell to the floor with an earsplitting crash, and as quickly as the soul stone arrived, it disappeared in a swirl of orange smoke.

Your hands were shaking as you knelt down to collect the bigger pieces of the now-shattered plate. A hand on your back made you flinch in surprise and you instinctively curled closer towards the kitchen cabinets in an attempt to protect yourself.

"It's just me." Loki's soft voice seemed foggy and distant as your brain continued to adjust from the voices and the ringing you had just heard. "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head and sunk to the floor, half in defeat and half in relief that you weren't alone anymore. These visions were growing far too intense for you to handle.

You looked up at Loki, who exchanged an anxious expression with you. His green eyes searched your face, seemingly looking for an explanation of what had just happened to you.

"I saw something," you whispered, absentmindedly gripping the plate shard in your hand tighter. "Loki, I think I saw the soul stone."

His eyes widened as he knelt down beside you and gently pried the glass out of your grip, setting it down out of your reach. He replaced the broken piece in your hand with his own, and you sighed shakily as his thumb gently stroked the top of your hand.

"Did it show you anything?" He asked quietly, and you nodded quickly in response.

"I saw life, death... everything." You felt far removed from you own voice, almost like it didn't belong to you. "It's been happening in dreams too, but I've never seen the stone itself before."

You gazed at Loki, who almost seemed to disappear into his own thoughts at your mention of the visions you saw. You knew all too well about the Tesseract, and the way it had tormented Loki once before. The infinity stones were not gentle to humans, or gods for that matter.

"Do you think this has something to do with Thanos?" You asked, your voice trembling as you whispered. "Do you think maybe he managed to get the soul stone?"

Loki shook his head slowly, but it wasn't without hesitation.

"The soul stone is far away on Vormir. It's guarded heavily. I doubt-"

"Hey, you two okay?"

You glanced up quickly just as Tony stepped into the room. His eyes swept over the mess of a broken plate on the floor before landing on you and Loki, huddled together in the corner of the kitchen as if your lives depended on it.

Tony looked as exhausted as you felt. No one had really slept well in the last few days, but you couldn't imagine what it was like for Tony: he had been staying up until ungodly hours of the morning with Steve, Vision, and Rhodey, trying to formulate a plan of attack.

"Yeah," you shook your head as you tried to clear the last of the visions out of your mind. "Sorry, that was an accident. I'm just... really tired."

Tony gave a perfectly-timed yawn as he knelt down and began to pick up the broken pieces of the plate you dropped.

"I feel ya, kid."

You watched as him and Loki exchanged resigned nods of acknowledgement, and you grabbed Loki's hand before he could step forward to help Tony clean up the mess.

Should I tell him? You asked telepathically. About the soul stone?

Loki gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

Not yet. His voice echoed through your mind like the whispers from the soul stone moments ago, bringing you warmth rather than fear. Until we fully understand why these visions are occurring, I believe it would be best to not burden Stark with any more details. It would only cause more problems.

You nodded in agreement as you pushed yourself up onto your feet shakily. You stepped forward to help Tony clean up the mess, only feel your head spin violently. You lurched forward, grabbing onto the counter as you tried to stop yourself from falling.

"Hey, whoa!" Tony sprang up and grabbed your shoulders just as you felt Loki's arms wrap around your waist in an effort to keep you standing. "Easy there, kid. Jesus, are you okay?"

"I feel sick." You mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to keep the room from spinning. Even with two people supporting your weight, you still felt as though you were going to fall over.

"Go sleep, okay?" Tony told you sternly. You made a sound of protest and tried to help him continue cleaning up. Tony shook his head in response.

"Don't worry about this, we'll clean it up." His gaze shifted over to Loki, who still held you tightly. You could feel his hands trembling ever-so-slightly, and you placed your own hand over his weakly as you attempted to silently reassure him that you'd be okay.

"Loki, make sure Y/N gets some rest."

"I will."

Loki scooped you up into his arms in one fluid motion, causing you to wince as spots danced in your vision. You buried your head against his shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to hold yourself together.

Has this ever happened to you? You manage to ask Loki telepathically as he set you carefully down on your bed. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face before crawling into bed beside you.

Not to this degree, he replied. You couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips as he gently pulled you close, cradling the back of your head. The infinity stones all have variable levels of energy, but I have never dealt with the soul stone before.

Do you mean their frequencies vary depending on their roles?

Precisely.

You sighed defeatedly, troubled by the fact that -- out of all the infinity stones -- the one that boasted power over life and death itself just had to come find you.

You knew mystics seemed to have some sort of connection to the stones, seeing as Stephen knew the time stone and guarded it with his life. You had hoped, though, that if another stone were to find its way somehow to another mystic, it would be Wong, not you.

Loki nudged your chin up ever so slightly with his fingertips, encouraging you to look up at him. He gave you a warm, gentle smile as he caressed your cheek slowly.

"Rest now," he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead softly. "I will stay with you, I promise."

You nodded halfheartedly in response. Every cell in your being longed for nothing more but rest, yet at the same time you were afraid to close your eyes in case the soul stone was still lurking somewhere in your mind. Waiting for you.

It felt as though you had only just closed your eyes, when the sound of thunder jolted you out of your sleep. You felt weightless as you opened your eyes slowly, taking in the purple hues of clouds above you. As you felt yourself float higher, you realized with a sickening sinking feeling that your body was still in your bed, far away from where you currently were.

Your spirit had separated from your physical body, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to be able to get back.

You glanced upward as you continued your ascent just as two towering structures came into view at the top of a cliff. The whispers that had filled your mind earlier that day resumed, and you cried out in fear, clutching your head in your hands. It only made them grow stronger.

As flashes of orange began filling your vision, your blood ran cold as you realized where you were.

Somehow, your spirit had found its way to Vormir.

Reaching the top of the cliff, you stepped carefully onto the platform just as a hooded figure glided towards you.

Never before has this stone ever summoned a soul into its presence. A chill ran up your spine as the guardian's voice echoed in your mind, crackling like ice.

Many have sought this stone, but it belongs to no one.

"So why did it bring me here?" You demanded, curling your arms around your middle in an attempt control your nerves. You were vulnerable here. You were powerless without your physical body -- incantations and even the mirror realm would be of no use to you in this state.

The soul stone seems to have taken a certain interest in you. It sees potential... for what is yet to come.

"I don't understand." Your own voice seemed to wrap around you in an endless echo. You instinctively took a step back as your head spun from sensory overload.

You walk the line between the living and the dead, mystic.

"But I'm not the only mystic. There's more out there like me, surely they experienced the same thing? I mean, there's Stephen-"

No. Your breath caught in your throat as the hooded figure raised its head to gaze at you, and your eyes met fiery blood red irises. You turned your gaze to the ground in an attempt to divert your fear and calm your racing heart.

Stephen Strange is already in possession of the time stone, the guardian explained slowly. There are no other mystics who possess the strength -- or courage -- to cross over into the land of the dead.

"But I'm not dead." You protested, ignoring the small voice in the back of your mind that drew your attention back to the fact that you were currently a spirit on another planet, far away from your body. "I... I've been training in the mystic arts for a few years now. Never in my life has anything like this happened. Why now am I suddenly getting visions?"

There is another who seeks the soul stone as we speak, the guardian replied. To your relief, it kept its distance from you. He yearns to own it.

"Thanos," you whispered, feeling a cold chill run up your spine as you spoke his name.

Yes, mystic, the guardian nodded solemnly. However, there are elements of the soul stone that the Titan has not tried to understand. Just like how life and death are two sides of the same coin, so too does the soul stone have another aspect.

You gasped as the soul stone materialized in front of you, hovering level with your line of sight just like when you were in the kitchen back at the Compound. You watched as it began to spin, gradually growing faster and faster, until it split neatly into two halves.

The soul stone embodies both the physical and the spiritual, and thus each aspect is acquired through complete mastery of its respective lesson.

The guardian's words echoed in your mind as you gazed at the fragments of the soul stone curiously. The fear you had felt in connection with your earlier visions was gone now. In its place, all you felt was awe.

As one of the pieces of the soul stone began gliding closer to you, you reached out your hand in an attempt to touch it. It looked so warm, so inviting. You longed to know what it would feel like to hold a piece of ancient power in your hands.

No.

You flinched, glancing at the guarding whose voice boomed in your head. As if to reinforce his words, the shards of the soul stone vanished into thin air.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" You asked quietly. "You said there's a connection between myself and the soul stone, I don't understand."

You must earn it. It does not come willingly to anyone.

"Then I don't want it." You shook your head, taking a step back. "I don't know why any of this is happening, but I want it to stop. I want to go home."

Very well.

The guardian raised his hand, and you felt yourself being pulled backwards slowly, back the way you came.

I offer you a piece of advice, mystic, the voice in your mind echoed out louder than ever. In order to gain the physical shard of the stone, you must lose the one you love. To gain the spirit shard, you must know the path that leads you back to them.

There was a sharp tug around your middle, and you felt your heart freeze in your chest as you began plummeting down the cliff. You squeezed your eyes shut as the wind echoed like a jet plane in your ears.

Remember this, the guardian's voice was distant now. You had to strain to register the words in your mind. The spirit shard cannot be found on Vormir. The fate of the physical shard is being decided as we speak. Use this knowledge wisely, mystic.

An image flashed in your mind of a titan ascending the mountain, towards the top of the cliff upon which your spirit had just stood. You caught a glint of purple, blue, and red flash from his hand.

You gasped, bolting upright as the heavy sensation that accompanied falling back into your body ran through you. You were trembling, drenched in a cold sweat, and you yelped as two hands planted themselves firmly on your shoulders.

"Relax!" Your heart sped up in your chest as you tried to fight off whoever was holding onto you. "Y/N, relax, it's me!"

Loki came into focus in front of you, his eyes never straying from yours as you tried to catch your breath. His hands were steady, but you caught a flash of fear in his eyes as he gazed at you.

"What happened?" He whispered, pulling you into a protective and firm embrace. Your breath caught in your throat as your mind wandered back to the visions that flashed behind your eyes moments before you woke up.

"Thanos." Your voice felt far away, almost foreign to you, as you replied softly. Your trembling hands reached up to pull Loki even closer to you. You were afraid you'd lose control and end up separated from your body again. You didn't want to be alone once more.

"What?"

"Thanos." You repeated again, glancing out the window into the now-darkened sky to make sure you were no longer on Vormir. You couldn't trust yourself. "Loki, I saw him. He's got more stones. He found the Tesseract."

Loki pushed you away, only to wrap his hands firmly around your arms. The fear he had hidden so well moments ago was dancing like fire in his eyes.

"That's impossible," he said slowly, and you weren't sure if those words were for you, or if they were an attempt to convince himself. "You hid the Tesseract yourself, you took it from me and-"

"I know what I did." You snapped. You winced as Loki recoiled away from you ever-so-slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm just... Look, you have to believe me Loki. Please. I was on Vormir, or at least my spirit was. The guardian of the soul stone was there, it spoke to me, I-"

"I believe you." Loki's soft whisper stopped the rambling thoughts that were pouring out of your mouth, and you nearly cried in relief at his words. His expression softened as he took in your torn, distressed expression, and he kissed your forehead softly.

"I believe you." He repeated again, pulling you close.

"We don't have much time." Your voice felt tight in your throat as you spoke. "Right before I woke up, I saw Thanos approaching Vormir. The rest of the stones are on Earth, Loki. I think he's coming here next."

"We need to tell the others."

"Will they know what to do?"

Loki's gaze burned into yours determinedly as he took your hand and helped you up off your bed.

"All we can do is hope."

The two of you raced down the hall, pounding on every door you passed as you tried to wake everyone up at once. Tired groans of protest echoed from within a few rooms, only encouraging you to knock even louder on the Avengers' doors.

"Everyone up!" You exclaimed. You couldn't ignore the way your voice and hands trembled as you made your way down the hall. "Emergency meeting, now!"

The Compound slowly came to life once more as you and Loki reached the end of the hall, and the two of you were met with numerous confused and somewhat alarmed looks.

"What's going on?" Steve asked, effortlessly keeping up with your strides as you made your way to the meeting room.

"Y/N had a vision." Loki explained, taking your hand and giving it a small squeeze in an attempt to comfort you. "Thanos is coming."

"What!?" Bruce's shocked exclamation echoed out from behind you as he jogged to keep up. "We were monitoring his whereabouts, just a few hours ago he was still light years away from Earth looking for the other five infinity stones-"

"Yeah, well, he's managed to get two more," You answered as you sat yourself down in a chair in the meeting room. Loki sat close beside you, resting his knee against yours in a silent gesture, as if to communicate he was right by your side through all of this.

"He's on Vormir as we speak," you continued as everyone took their seats around the table. "He's looking for the soul stone. That's infinity stone number four. He'll be coming for us next."

"How do you know that?" Natasha's question sounded out from the other side of the room.

"There's six stones in total, right?"

Your question earned slow nods from the Avengers sitting around you.

"I saw his glove. He's got the power stone -- as we know -- as well as the reality stone, and now the space stone too."

"The Tesseract was destroyed along with Asgard." Thor remarked, frowning as he took in your words. You looked over at Loki quickly, the two of you exchanging anxious glances, before you looked back at Thor and shook your head.

"The Tesseract was... misplaced." You answered slowly.

Everyone flinched as Thor banged his fist against the table, his gaze immediately shifting away from you as realization burned in his eyes.

"Loki!"

"I assure you brother-"

"I knew it was a bad idea bringing Rock of Ages here onto the team." Tony interrupted pointing an accusatory finger at Loki. Several other Avengers nodded in agreement.

"It wasn't his fault!" You exclaimed loudly. The room felt silent as everyone frowned at you in confusion. "It was mine. I should've destroyed it but I didn't. I just opened a portal and... threw it in."

"Do you know where it went?" Steve asked you.

"At the time, I didn't. I had no idea Thanos was out there looking for the stones at the same time. I just wanted that thing far away from us. It's caused enough trouble, and we didn't need any more."

Loki squeezed your hand and gave you a soft smile as he heard your reply.

"There are two stones left," you continued, glancing around the room worriedly as you thought about the threat of Thanos looming over your team like a dark shadow. "Stephen is guarding the time stone downtown. Assuming he's kept his guard up as usual, he'll be one step ahead of Thanos and he'll already be taking precautions to keep it out of his reach."

You paused, glancing nervously over at Vision. His eyes met yours in understanding, and he gave the slightest nod in acknowledgement.

"The other stone," you continued quietly. "Is right here in this room with us."

A strange humming sound caused a hushed silence to fall over the Compound. You frowned, straining your ears as you tried to listen.

"Does anyone else hear that-"

Tony's question was cut off by an explosion that took out the entire side wall of the Compound. The force of the blast knocked you to the ground, and your ears rang violently as you tried to orient yourself once more with your surroundings.

"This is too easy. Everyone in one room together, how... pathetic."

You glanced up to see Thanos looming over everyone, an already victorious grin on his face as he examined the aftermath of the blast he had caused.

"I would've thought you'd make it more difficult for me."

The stones on Thanos' gauntlet began to glow, and you felt an arm yank you backwards and into their grasp before a ray of purple light blasted throughout the room. You glanced behind you to find Loki, his jaw clenched as he stared in fear towards Thanos, before casting a protective spell over the two of you.

You tried to pull away, to gather up the other members of the team and bring them to safety, but Loki's grip was firm and unrelenting.

"They need help!" You exclaimed in protest. "Everyone's vulnerable, all our defense and weapons are two floors down-"

"You go over there, and you'll get killed." Loki muttered through gritted teeth. "I can't lose you. Stay here."

"But-"

"Stay here!"

Loki trembled as he tried to keep his shield up. Pressing yourself closer to him, you cast the strongest protective spell you knew and placed it overtop of his. Green and gold magic intertwined together, forming a tightly-knit dome over the two of you.

"I think I can get Bruce," you whispered, nodding towards the corner of the room. "He's not very far-"

Your idea was suddenly interrupted as Thanos raised his gauntlet, and the soul stone began to glow.

You watched in horror as every member of your team outside of your protective dome was wrapped in an orange aura, and lifted off the ground.

"No!" You yelled, stumbling forward and pushing your protective spell further outwards in an attempt to save those closest to you. A spark of energy backfired, burning your hands and causing you to stumbled back with a cry of pain.

"I can't get to them," you gasped, glancing at Loki in horror. "I can't get past the soul stone."

Thanos heard your words, and he shifted his gaze in your direction with narrowed eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" You demanded, watching as Steve and Tony, among others, struggled to be released from the titan's invisible grasp.

"Those who play hero only bring more war," Thanos stated, glancing behind your shoulder at Loki and smiling coldly. "I'm putting an end to this child's play, once and for all."

"Let them go!" You yelled, reaching forward in a weak attempt to save your teammates. Your gesture only earned a piteous laugh from the titan.

"You're choosing to play a bold game, mystic." Thanos continued. "By keeping that shield of yours up, you're creating more pain. All you are doing is delaying your death."

"It'll give us more time to plot yours." Loki retorted from behind you with gritted teeth.

"Bold as ever, Asgardian." Thanos smirked. "But not strong enough. Neither of you are."

You glanced desperately over at Tony for any sort of help, but all you exchanged were helpless glances.

"There will be no more heroes," Thanos boomed, raising his gauntlet triumphantly. The soul stone began to glow once more. "No more martyrs. No more humans. Only gods."

"I believe in you, kid." Tony gasped out. "You can do this."

"I can't." You cried out, your heart racing as you glanced between your teammates and Thanos. "I don't know how."

You managed to catch a determined nod from Tony, before a loud snap reverberated through the room, knocking you and Loki backwards.

There was a gust of cold air as Thanos opened a portal with the space stone, smirking victoriously down at the two of you.

"We'll meet again, mystic."

Thanos pulled a now-unconscious Vision towards him with his gauntlet and disappeared, the portal closing as soon as it opened. You lowered your shield to run for your teammates, who were still hovering unconscious in mid-air, only to be stopped by Loki.

"Look."

You watched in horror as, one by one, each member of the Avengers dissolved into ash and vanished before your eyes. Crying out in disbelief, you lowered your protection spell and raced forward before Loki could protest.

"Tony!"

You tried to reach for his hand, to pull him out of the orange aura that held him captive. As soon as your fingers brushed his, he turned to ash immediately.

You sunk to your knees, the sudden silence that fell over the Compound feeling like a graveyard. You heard Loki run towards Thor, calling his name over and over again, before he too fell silent.

You caught his gaze from across the room, and a cold chill shook your insides as his eyes mirrored the same terror you felt inside yourself.

Unable to find the strength to stand, you crawled over to where he sat and buried your face in his shoulder. As soon as Loki's arms wrapped around you, you were unable to stop the sobs that wracked your body. You felt him trembling and realized that he, too, was crying.

"They're all gone." You whispered, your voice distorted through your tears. "Everyone's gone."

Loki didn't reply. Instead, he pulled you closer and ran his hands in small circles upon your back, almost as if he were memorizing the feel of you in his arms.

The sound of your cries echoed out through the Compound and reverberated back towards the two of you, piercing your skin like little knives. You squeezed shut your eyes, hoping that this was all a bad dream and -- when you opened your eyes again -- the Avengers would be right back in this room with you and Loki, ready to formulate a plan of attack.

When you opened your eyes, however, nothing changed.

There was only one infinity stone left.

Everyone was gone, leaving only you and Loki.

Thanos had won.

END OF PART ONE.

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[mythiccheroacademia]

No, this is 

A/N: Talk about record timing. Can’t believe I got this out in one go. This is the last part of the three part Sero fanfic series. No more angst. Y’all got lucky with this one ;)

Sorry for the mushiness. You and Sero are simps™️. It was kind of ugly.  However, it couldn’t be helped. 

I had fun writing this. I hope you had fun too. Enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Sero X Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, not graphic but heavily implied under-aged sex that teenagers don’t do (hope you noted the sarcasm), and fluffiness!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

No, this is

It was 24 days post-breakup. You were doing better. Much better. There were still days when the tears would burn, but it was nothing crippling. Not like it used to be. Besides, between training and your academics, you didn’t have time to mope around. You might be heartbroken, but you weren’t going deter your life because of it.

You sat on your couch, studying for your Calculus test the next day. The busy work had been down to a minimal, so you had more time to study for exams. For now, you were reviewing everything you and Momo had reviewed during the evening.

Then your phone buzzed.

You squinted as you read the name, assuring yourself you weren’t seeing wrong.

It was Sero.

It had been over three weeks since you received a text from him. And vice-versa. You almost forgot his contact was in your phone. Hagakure had said texting him in a moment of weakness would mean double heartache for you. So, you made yourself suppress any urges to text him.

There was a voice inside your head to ignore the message. It was only recently that you had been okay with seeing him on a daily basis. And the class dynamic was going back to normal. You didn’t want to ruin it again—

He double—no—triple texted.

Maybe you shouldn’t have opened it as quickly as you did.

Sero: Hey, how are you doing?

Sero:

Okay, that was probably weird. I’m sorry for texting you after all this time. I know I’m probably the last person you want on your phone so, I’ll make these next few paragraphs as quick as possible

Sero:

At first, I thought time apart would be good for us. 24 hours after, I was a mess, but seeing you smile and laugh…I thought I could suck it up and move on if you were too. Three weeks in, and I’m going crazy not being able to talk to you. I know it’s almost been a month and I am every bit of a coward for only now growing the balls to finally reach out to you, but I need you to know this. I didn’t want to break-up. I never did. I only said that because I was angry, defensive and I wanted to hurt you. It was in the heat of the moment, but that’s no excuse. I was being a dick. I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean to be condescending. I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I never mean to make you feel like I don’t have time for you.

Sero: I would spend every waking moment with you if I could, but it’s just been a bit overwhelming lately with school. Something I know you can relate to and I’m sorry was acting like I was alone in that. I feel like such an asshole for letting you go. You’re worth fighting for, Y/N. These past 18 months have been so amazing and I’m not ready to let that go. I never want to. I want to be by your side through thick and thin. I’m sorry for not showing you that as of late, but I swear it still holds true

Sero: Long story short, I’m willing to fix this if you want to. I want to talk. Face to face. If you don’t want to get back together, I understand. I will respect your decision no matter what. I just want to make sure both of us lay our issues on the table so, at the very least, we get closure and, hopefully, stay friends. Know that you will always have me as your biggest supporter, even if it’s not in the way I want to be

Sero: I love you, Y/N. Now and forever. I’m so sorry I ever hurt you

He watched the dots in the chat bubble bounce, on and off, for 30 minutes.

You: Hey

Sero: Hey

You: Apology accepted. Thank you for reaching out and I didn’t mean to leave you on read. I just had to type up my corny paragraph in notes before I sent it to you. You know how I get

Sero: Of course. And even if you did mean to, I would deserve it

Sero: And I’m all ears…or eyes?

You laughed at that. Even after all this time, he was still cracking jokes.

You: I thought I could make peace with what happened that night. It was so hard going to bed, knowing we had fought and not making up. But you looked like you were moving on and I didn’t want you to pity me. So, I chose to move on to. Or, at least I tried to.

You; The truth is, I never wanted to break-up with you. I don’t even know why I ever suggested the idea. I was mad and I just started rambling, finding whatever I could say to hurt you like I was hurting. I’m sorry for that. It makes me feel happy that you feel the same way. When I heard you agree with me, I felt like I could’ve died right there. I thought ‘I just helped him get rid of myself.’ I felt like the biggest idiot for ruining our relationship. Thank you for apologizing, but I also have things to apologize for.

You: I’m sorry for storming in your room with an attitude. I’m sorry for being a hypocrite and getting angry with you whenever you had schoolwork. That’s important and I was being a jerk. When I confronted you, I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that either. I haven’t loved anyone like I love you, Sero. Losing you broke my heart in ways I didn’t think were possible. 18 months isn’t enough time. I probably sound selfish, but I want more. With you. Only you. I want to talk it out. I know we can fix this. I want to so badly because I love you too much to let you go

You: I’m so sorry for hurting you

Sero: apology accepted. not to be annoying, but you don’t know how happy I am rn. i’d kiss you if i could

You: simp

You: talk tonight?

Sero: look who’s talking

Sero: and as much as I want to, you have the calculus test tomorrow, don’t you? I want you to get all the study time you can

Sero: tomorrow night?

You: no, you have tutoring for the Japanese Lit exam Friday. I know how hard you’ve been working in that class, so I want you to put all your energy on that

You: we can talk after school Friday?

Sero: okay, sounds good

You: okay

You: thank you for not giving up on me

Sero: never

Sero: I love you, baby. I’m sorry again

You: I know. I love you more

Sero: impossible

…

The next day, your classmates were very confused to see the two of you walk into homeroom together. They gaped as you laughed at a joke he cracked.

After nearly a month of ignoring one another, you two were suddenly keke-ing it up? What?

Your friends wanted answers. So, you were forced to tell them after class. Most of them were happy the two of you would talk it out. They respected your split but missed how happy you two when you were together. It just made sense.

Mina and Bakugo said they would only be happy if the talk went well. Bless their hearts.

On Friday night, you were just about to text Sero to ask where and when you’d talk. Before you could send the message, a knock on your window made you jump.

“Helloooo~” the perpetrator goofily sung, dangling by his tape.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the window to let him in.

“You scared the shit out of me. I thought you said no more dangling by windows like a stalker?” you teased.

“I did?” he chuckled.

You let him use your shoulder as support as you held his waist and he climbed through the window. Detaching himself from the used tape, he finally stood on his feet, but his arms never left you.

A moment passed between you two as you stared at one another. Sero only looked at your smile for three seconds before he took your lips with his own. Your hands threaded through his hair as his cupped your cheeks, squeezing out all the space between you.

The kiss was firm, desperate, and it kind of hurt; but it was everything you two needed at that moment. It was a crash course of the 28 days you spent apart. The feeling of your lips pressed against his was arresting. You couldn’t think. All you could do was relish in the feeling of relief. Relief that you were re-learning that he tasted like warm cinnamon and spice.

It was oxygen that separated you two. You kissed one of his hands on your cheeks and Sero connected your foreheads.

“I missed you,” he whispered, against your lips. “I was an idiot.”

“You were.” You softly kissed him, biting his bottom lip and enjoying the way he groaned. “But I was too. I missed you so much.”

“Forgive me?”

“Only if you’ll forgive me.”

“Always,” he smiled.

You returned it tenfold. “Always,” you repeated.

Then your lips found one another again. This time, you drew impossibley closer. Your arms found purchase around his neck as his hands slid down to your hips. Your tongues explored the warm cavern of the other’s mouth, making up for lost time. You moaned into him and Sero felt his dick twitch. One hand gripped the back of your head, tilting your head so he could have even more access. His other hand gripped your ass, making you whine in need. Just as your hands touched the warm skin on his taut stomach, Sero pulled your head back.

“Fuck—wait, baby,” he panted.

“What?” you hissed, pissed he was interrupting.

Even with his eyes clouded with lust, Sero would always prove to be the rational one in the relationship.

“W-we still have things we need to talk about.”

“Hanta, you walked in here, your hair in a ponytail, and no underwear under your sweatpants. Your grey sweatpants,” you enunciated. “And you wanna talk?”

“W-well, this is important and—” He tried to continue even as you forced yourself onto his neck. He forgot how sensitive he was there. And were you always this good with your tongue? “A-and—shit—I mean, we promised to talk…talk about wh-what weeee neeeed…oooh right there sweetheart—fuck! No!”

He pulled you away again, this time glaring down at you. However, he didn’t manage long from seeing your glistening lips from sucking on his skin. Your eyes glowed in pride at the darkening mark and they flickered upwards, meeting his crumbling resolve. You licked your bottom lip, eyeing him like he was a four-course meal.

You were gonna kill him one day.

“We need to talk about how to improve our relationship,” he gulped.

You quirked an eyebrow but smiled. “How about a deal? We get rid of this,” he curses as you palm his erection. “And then we can spend the night talking, yeah?”

He didn’t even miss a beat.

“Bet.”

His mouth was on yours in an instant. You figure yourselves out between kisses.

“Door?”

“Locked,” you confirmed. “Condoms?”

Sero hissed out another curse. “Shit, no. I didn’t think we’d—”

“Don’t worry about it. I have some in the drawer.” You jump and he effortlessly catches you so your secure on his hips. The adornment in his eyes makes your stomach do flips. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed him. You can’t believe you almost let him go.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you almost impossibly soft.

You return it. “I love you too. Now, make love to me, Sero Hanta.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A third of the night was spent tangled beneath the sheets, letting your bodies explore each other until not a single curve or scar was left untouched. After burning through five condoms, the other third was left for conversation. Vulnerable moments were shared. Some tears were shed, but those intimate truths would forever be treasured. Finally, the remainer of the night was spent asleep, wrapped in the other’s arms. A silent vow floating between your lips that you would never let go.

Because, this truly was better.

#sero x reader #sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #mha x reader #sero fanfic #sero imagine #sero scenariio #bnha x reader #mha x poc!reader #mha x black reader #mha romance #bnha romance #bnha simps #honorable mentions: #bakugo #mina ashido #class 1-a is invested #sero smut but not really #kind of sad this is ending but i'm glad it's on a good note

[gaylorlyrics]

the last great american dynasty

Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny

Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis

Rebekah is Rebekah “Betty” Semple West Pierce a sculptor, and philanthropist born on April 17, 1915 in St. Louis. She also composed music, one of many similarities between her and Taylor.

Bill was the heir to the Standard Oil name, and money

Bill refers to William Hale "Bill" Harkness, the grandson of David Harkness who invested with John Rockefeller in Standard Oil. When David died he left what would today be over a billion dollars to Bill’s father, who was also named William Harkness. Eventually Bill inherited what would today be approximately $185M dollars from his father (approx 70% of this wealth was from Standard Oil shares).

And the town said "How did a middle class divorcée do it?"

In 1939 Rebekah married Dickson Pierce, descendent of President Franklin Pierce. However they divorced in 1946, and then in 1947 she married Bill. Her father was a stockbroker, and her grandfather started a trust company - so she wasn’t exactly middle class, but her wealth was significantly less than the wealth of the Harkness family.

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche There's only so far new money goes They picked out a home and called it "Holiday House"

Holiday House was built on Watch Hill in Rhode Island by Mrs. George Grant Snowden who, contrary to the song, named it Holiday House. Seems like this house has been having raucous 4th of July parties for a long time - at least according to this NYTimes article from July 6, 1941:

Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud

The language here mirrors that of the first verse - “the wedding was charming, if a little gauche”.

The doctor had told him to settle down

Bill died in August (interesting!!!!) 1954 of a heart attack - he had also had a heart attack the year prior, but that one was obviously not fatal. He and Rebekah had one child together named Edith who eventually committed suicide at the age of 34. 

It must have been her fault his heart gave out

This line calls attention to how women are frequently blamed for, well, everything. Something that is explored more in mad woman.

And they said "There goes the last great American dynasty" Who knows, if she never showed up what could've been There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen She had a marvelous time ruining everything

The chorus and the title of this song seems to come from the title of a book about Rebekah called “Blue Blood: How Rebekah Harkness, One of the Richest Women in the World, Destroyed a Great American Family” written by Craig Unger. The from cover of the book reads “The story of Rebekah Harkness and how one of the richest families in the world descended into drugs, madness, suicide, and violence”. [Also, interesting that the background of the cover I found looks a lot like the blue/pink in the Lover cover!]

The chorus also references “mad woman”, another track on folklore. This song subverts the idea of a mad woman. The title and subtitle of Blue Blood use Rebekah as a scapegoat for everything that went wrong, blaming her solely for violence, drugs, mental illness, and loss. It uses several classic, sexist tropes of a gold-digger, a “crazy” woman, and the whore. However, in this song Rebekah is not taking the blame or feeling guilt about what is happening - she is having a marvelous time.

Another interesting thing is changing “great American family” - family is defined as “a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household��� - to the word “great American dynasty” - dynasty is defined as “a line of hereditary rulers of a country.” I find this specifically interesting because dynasty, unlike family, acknowledges a long lineage of people and decisions that lead to this outcome, as opposed to placing all the responsibility and blame on Rebekah, who only entered the picture at the tail end of this story. The title of Blue Blood has no accountability for the people who were involved with the dynasty before - framing it as if David Harkness didn’t choose to leave his wealth to his lineage, as if Bill Harkness did not choose to marry Rebekah, and as if the wealth Bill inherited wasn’t already diminished by 81.5% from what the family’s original wealth was (as passed down from David Harkness to Bill’s father).

However, Taylor is changing the narrative here to give Rebekah a more joyful way to be remembered.

Rebekah gave up on the Rhode Island set forever Flew in all the Bitch Pack friends from the city

Rebekah and her fellow debutantes formed a group called the Bitch Pack and were known for causing a scene at parties, doing strip teases on the tables or putting mineral oil in the punch, which acts as a laxative.

Taylor is drawing a parallel here to her famous squad days, when her and her group of girl friends were constantly under fire from the internet/press.

Filled the pool with champagne and swam with the big names

Rumor has it that Rebekah cleaned her pool with Dom Perignon. Being a socialite and one of the richest women in America, she frequently kept high profile/famous/successful company - hence the “big names”. Stories of her involve J.D. Salinger, Alvin Ailey, and Andy Warhol, to name a few. However, swimming in champaign is also a metaphor or the carefree life of the rich and famous - something that she used in This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, from Reputation, where Taylor describes a similar scene:

It was so nice throwing big parties

Jumping to the pool from the balcony 

Everyone swimming in a champagne sea 

And there are no rules when you show up here 

Bass beat rattling the chandelier

Feeling so Gatsby for that whole year

Another interesting tidbit is that the house where The Great Gatsby (1974) was filmed is the Rosecliff Mansion in Rhode Island, about 1 hour away from Holiday House.

And blew through the money on the boys and the ballet

Rebekah married twice more after Bill’s death, once in 1961 and once in 1974. As a life long dancer, she spent the majority of her time and energy founding (in 1964) and developing The Harkness Ballet Foundation, which still exists today as The Harkness Foundation for Dance. As part of this endeavor she also established a ballet training school and the Harkness Theater. She paid for everything for the company, from teachers to housing to plastic surgery. The company went on tour and performed at the White House, although it had a generally negative critical reception. At the peak of the company’s success Rebekah abandoned the project and started a different company

And losing on card game bets with Dalí

Although I couldn’t find anything specifically referencing a card game, Rebekah was good friends with Salvadore Dali. Here they are pictured holding a press conference together.

A portion of Rebekah’s ashes are in a $250,000 urn created by Dali called “The Chalice of Life”. The urn was designed to spin, so that Rebekah could always be dancing.

And they said "There goes the last great American dynasty" Who knows, if she never showed up, what could've been There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen She had a marvelous time ruining everything They say she was seen on occasion Pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea And in a feud with her neighbor She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green

According to the NYTimes, Rebekah dyed her neighbors cat green 

Fifty years is a long time Holiday House sat quietly on that beach Free of women with madness Their men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me

Weeee the classic Taylor Swift storytelling twist! This is a great flex by Taylor to just casually drop in a reminder that she is a rich woman who has made her own money and can buy whatever she wants. The phrasing of this also let’s us know that the house is no longer free of women (plural, more than one woman) with madness (we’ll hear more about being a mad woman later in the album), their (possessive, something owned or bought) men, and their bad habits (bearding?). Taylor is admitting to having all of these things. Who knows, if I never showed up what could've been There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen I had a marvelous time ruining everything I had a marvelous time Ruining everything A marvelous time Ruining everything A marvelous time I had a marvelous time

This makes me think of the line at the end of Miss Americana - “Sorry I was loud in my house. That I bought. With the songs that I wrote about my life.” 

Taylor, like Rebekah, is used to being blamed for everything and causing a scene. Even her purchase of Holiday House caused considerable backlash and commotion - with the governor creating a tax in 2015 (two years after Taylor purchased the house) called the “Taylor Swift tax” on homes worth over $1M dollars - something that affected many people in Rhode Island, especially those with large houses and vacation homes. All Taylor did was buy a house to live in (with her money, that she got from writing songs about her life), and she was immediately brought under fire.

However, like she did with Rebekah’s story, Taylor is flipping that narrative and focusing on how much fun she is having instead.

#last great american dynasty #the last great american dynasty #folklore #taylor swift #rebekah harkness

[lunar-writings-love]

College!AU - Yunho (ateez)

Trying to be more consistent with uploading these!! I’ll try to finish up the series throughout this week! 

Author’s Note: Bullet pic :DD 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! PLEASE REQUEST ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING FOR ANY GROUP YOU PREFER!! I’ll be finishing this series soon and I want to get started on some new material! I’m thinking about starting perhaps a college!au for a.c.e! let me know what you guys think 

warnings: y’all I REALLY tried to make this one as soft as possible, but alas there’s some sexy times ahead, nothing graphic, just some dancing // one cuss word // drinking

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Yunho:

bABiE BOY

okAy so our (sin)amon roll here is a dance major because ,, well that’s pretty self explanatory 

and i honestly couldn’t see him doing anything else 

but yunho was pretty well known within the department and the university, because he was 1)

extremely good at dancing and anyone who ever saw him ever would just stand there, mesmerized at the things he could do; and 2)

he was literally at every dance event he ended up getting to know a lot of people; and 3)

hot

and you ,, you were NOT  a dance major , nor could you even begin to replicate those moves with your body

but you were part of the university’s student-run paper, and in charge of the arts column in said paper

that being said 

you were also one of those people, along with yunho, who showed up to every. dance. event. :)))))))) 

iT was your ObLigaTioN To the paper to do your best in reporting these events, but ---

to be honest, you only joined the paper with the hopes of writing the political columns, but instead,, well at least you understood that everyone starts somewhere 

soo long story short, you knew yunho pretty well 

you asked him for statements a couple of times, and even treated him out to coffee once in order to interview him for your paper’s issue on “stUdENt ceLebRITY” :DDD

you wanted to die 

but, despite your obvious realization that reporting on college performances had nothing to do with any of the investigative and educational work you thought you’d be able to achieve working for the paper ,,, 

you really liked yunho 

he was always so polite to you and always greeted you

,, and his smile 

hIs babiE BoY SMILE ,, it could light up an entire world 

now , you wouldn’t call this feeling you have a crush, but you do admit that you have a ,, deep admiration for yunho 

and tHE THINgs He DID to you wHEn hE WasDANCING weeee

,, anyways 

 you knew it would never go farther than the friendship you two had now because ,,;

this man was THE jeong yunho --- the kind, polite, caring, and drop dead gorgeous dance major that you had 100% certainty was going to take over the world with his talent on day ,,

and you ,,,

well you were just the moody and nerdy student journalist, who lived, breathed, and slept coffee--staying up all night in order to make deadlines

,,,,,,,

little did you know though,,

that yunho, was head over heels in love with you 

in fact, it was an inside joke within the dance department 

because IT.WAS.SO.OBVIOUS

whenever you walked over, yunho would literally drop everything he was doing at the moment and give you his full attention 

he would NOT stop sneaking glances at you whenever you came to his shows 

and he thought you were the most adorable thing he had ever seen, 

with your old-style glasses, and messy hair, and those bangs that you gave yourself the day before your midterm at two in the morning because SteSS

he loved all of it 

but you ,, you never noticed any of this because you’re,, dumb oblivious 

but he,, always noticed these things about you, and he cared so much about you he just ,, didn’t know what to do 

so he went to mingi for advice BAD IDEA 

and mingi knew all about you at this point, and he was getting tired of hearing about you so he and yunho developed what he believed to be a fool-proof plan!!! to get you two together 

and yunho like the idiot he is ,,, listened 

and that’s how you both ended up here, both drunk out of your minds at the water-polo team’s party dancing sIIINning!!1! to the loud music

yunho mingi sent you a text earlier that night asking if you’d be at the party 

and you unfortunately said yes because your room-mate basically coerced you to go 

and when she heard Yunho was gonna be there 

bOy did she make you go 

and made sure you looked HOT AS HELL TOO (she’s doing God’s work that one) 

and then when you saw yunho and mingi at the party, one thing led to another or more like one drink led to another and there you guys were ,,,

sinning 

luckily your room-mate pulled you away at some point to go back to the dorms, and when you woke up next morning hahahah 

you replayed last night’s events over and over in your head 

and you wanted to smack end yourself 

dID you really dance grind with yunho ??!?

the nice, well-mannered, SOFT!!tm boy ??!?

and let me tell you y’all’s actions last night were not nice, well-mannered, OR soft 

you didn’t know how you’d face him 

because you realized at this point that you had a big, fat crush on jeong yunho

so you put it through your head that you’d just ,, never see yunho again 

because GOD FORBID YOU ACT LIKE A REASONABLE ADULT !!

and so you did 

you managed a whole two weeks without contacting, seeing, or meeting yunho 

and yunho at this point, was getting desperate poor bby

he reeeeallly liked you and he couldn’t help but feel that he may have fucked up that night 

so when he saw you walking into a coffee shop off campus one day as was passing by, he once again dropped everything to go see you 

he waited patiently until you finished paying ,

ran up to you ,,

grabbed your arm ,,

and basically accidentally screamed in your face that he liked you and was sorry for that night 

and you ----;-

were SO shook 

and even though your mind was going at 100 miles per hour VrooM you managed to squeeze out that you liked him too 

and so that day you guys officially had your first date !

desPITE the way things played out, both of you guys were major soft bbies and your relationship reflected that 

dates consisted of amusement park days, and taking romantic walks through parks and lakes 

lots of cuddles! and lots!of!hugs!

and you no longer dreaded attending those dance performances, because now you spent your time cheering on yunho, screaming as loud as possible and smothering him with your affection after he finished 

you guys were just too cute 

and mingi to this day credits your relationship to his fool!proof!plan!tm ,, which both of you deny vehemently 

and your room-mates credits herself for the way things played out because she a) made you look so good that night and b) actually forced you to go 

but those two are a different story smh 

so yeah! you and yunho were just so cute 

and you couldn’t be happier than this, spending days at the dance studio as he tried teaching you what he loved so much 

but to no avail, you just ,, couldn’t dance but that’s okay yunho still loves u :pp  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anyways guys, I hope you enjoyed this one! I actually loved writing yunho’s college au sooo much and i hope you guys like this one as much as I dO! Requests are open so please send in anything y’all want! love uuuu <333

- Luna

#ateez #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #jung yunho #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #masterlist #kpop masterlist #ateez masterlist #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez mingi #song mingi #mingi #yunho #seonghwa #hongjoong #ateez jongho #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #ateez yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez college #college au #kpop college au

[lifeofalaurie]

my uwc story

i remember reading through uwc blogs when i had just found out about uwc and when i was applying and going through all those months of WAITING for the next step...and they were so helpful. im so glad these exist

i first found out uwc through my brother’s friend, who actually went to UWC atlantic college (where im headed!!!!) a few years back. it was one ordinary saturday afternoon (idk if it was actually saturday but that sounds right) and we were carpooling with said friend (usually i dont participate in these but i happened to be in the car that day) and we were talking about next year and whatever and she just kinda said that she wasn’t going to be back next year bc she was going to this ‘abroad’ program. i didnt even really think about it that much. i in fact forgot about it after that...apparently my dad did not.

so my dad would talk about it here and there but i was NOT INTERESTED for that whole year..then...i started researching a bit myself and thought oh this sounds kind of cool. i still didn't really get what UWC even was or if was even a legit thing. it just sounded like another boarding school (a huge NO for me). then i saw that there was a such thing as a “short program” (or maybe someone actually told me about it) and i decided to apply for the one at the USA campus in New Mexico. i remember writing the essays over winter break and thinking they were pretty terrible (there was also a skype interview involved and that was rough) so i was pretty shocked when i found out i had gotten in but it worked out well bc my fam was going to arizona anyway a week before that so i just flew to new mexico myself after that (i say that casually but we had to cancel tickets and get new ones so that i could go to new mexico instead of home PLUS i had to fly for myself for the first time and i was pretty confused). (also, the program is called global leadership forum or GLF)

after hermit’s peak hike (ALL UPHILL FOR A SOLID 4-5 HOURS) i think it was like 8 miles IDK. view was so nice though 10/10

GLF turned out to be an amazing experience and really solidified my trust in UWC and confirmed to me that it was indeed a real thing. i really loved how much we did in those 2 and half weeks or so - camping, hiking, interacting w wolves, having important discussions - and it really pushed me to decide to apply to UWC for real. maybe ill talk more about it in another post!!!!

ok so coming home i did even more research and really really started liking UWC and decided that i might as well try to apply. i knew they never had a certain ‘criteria’ for students but i also knew it was a long and stressful process and involved really digging deep so i really didn’t think much of it (didn’t think i really had a chance) after submitting my written application. and then began the long waiting game...

here’s a nice picture of the sky @ a wolf reservation! just wanted to add a nice pic 

i never joined any of those fb groups or college confidential things for applicants and good thing bc looking at some of them now stress me out so i wouldve probably been even more stressed if i had been involved in that. also i didnt even know they existed until later so thats also probably why.

anyway i had totally forgotten about UWC (more like i was sure they’d forgotten about me or there had been something wrong like my application wasn’t submitted or something) bc i didnt hear back until the end of november (i submitted the application early october). but finding out i was a semifinalist was kind of traumatic bc in my GLF snapchat group one of my friends (who’s going to Pearson this year!!!) said he’d moved on to the next stage and i hadn’t GOTTEN ANY EMAIL. i think i just accepted it that that was the end. but then a few hours passed when i finally decided to check a different email and, alas, there it was. so a few days later, i got an email from my interviewer when we should do our skype interview and it turned out to be the same day i was taking the ACT. good

the interview turned out to be completely ok and actually really great (enjoyable even!!?). if youre at that stage, seriously the best advice i have is to just chill and be honest when youre answering. also, make it more like a conversation rather than the interviewers (yes there are prob going to be more than 1 but i assure u its ok) asking u questions back and forth. think of it as a conversation- that helped me so much to relax. the interviewers just wants to talk to you and find out what kind of person you are and if youre the same one that wrote all those deep meaningful essays from the written application - so if you were honest from the start youll be completely fine...if not, well..sry

after that, school and extracurriculars and life really went up for me and i just forgot about UWC again. i never really told any of my friends about it or anyone except for my parents. i kind of wanted it to be a personal thing- get in or not in the end.

after a really good last day of school before winter break, i went to the town library (lol) and checked my phone and therE IT WAS. I WAS A FINALIST WHICH MEANT I WOULD BE GOING TO THE UWC USA CAMPUS FOR FINALIST WEEKEND. did not know what to expect

waiting for finalist weekend felt looooong

but it came

i flew there myself AND IT WASNT EVEN DIRECT and i remember feeling so independent and proud for making it. it turned out i was one of the later ones and in the last group to be bussed over (but i met a friend on the bus who i still talk to here and there who is going to RBC this yr!!). we were so late we missed the initial meeting and first night of activities and just went straight to the hotel. at the hotel i saw my interviewer and she gave me a hug (<3) and that helped calm me down and it was also really nice to see her in person bc i remember really liking her during our skype interview. then finalist weekend happened. and im pretty sure im not supposed to expose the process so all i can say was that it was actually so genuinely fun and a real good time 

UWC USA <3 

at the end we all exchanged social media and fb and all that and started a messenger group chat -- as nice as it was to be able to connect to everyone, i think it really stressed everyone out. they told us that results would come out early that week (FALSE). THAT WEEK AFTER FINALIST WEEKEND WAS THE MOST STRESSFUL THING EVER. IT TOOK YEARS FOR IT TO GO BY. i remember constantly checking my email between classes and everyone in the group chat wondering if anyone had heard. then on wed night, we all got an email that said the results would be notified by friday instead. the worst

i remember that friday evening i was packing for my first hackathon (it was fun) and thinking the call wouldnt come until later that night. people were freaking out all over the group chat. then, as i was scrambling packing my sweatpants into my bag, the home phone started ringing and i ran..RAN TO THE PHONE. it said my interviewer’s name on the caller ID and i was like OK THIS I S REAL. and i picked it up and it turned out i was too late so i frantically called back probably 10 times on multiple different phones (my efforts did not work). but then, i got a call to the home phone again and it was her so i picked up RIGHT AWAY and when she told me... i kid you not that i screamed and ran around my house a few times. so thats it. it was kind of a really long and sstressful process for sure, but SOO WORTH IT. i definitely learned a lot just from that process bc it makes you think and reflect a lot all throughout. weeee

if youre even thinking about applying please GO FOR IT (well as long as ur in the right age limit, 16-18.... and also make sure you’ve done some research to get a feel for it).. but just DO IT. and u can ask me questions if u want and ill answer to the best of my personal ability (but remember that im just one person and one experience and each person’s experience is completely different)

here is the general website btw:

https://www.uwc.org/

i will probably do another post to explain UWC - at least in my own words and perspective!

<3 <3 <3

[bettycooperthefirst]

Bughead AU: Betty Cooper’s job as a NYC journalist is more stressful than she ever could have imagined, so she starts baking to decompress. There are only two problems with this: 1. Any time she uses her oven, even on the lowest possible setting, her smoke alarm seems to go off and 2. the dark haired boy who lives across the hall does not like being woken up at three in the morning. 

Betty Cooper was stressed out of her mind. Being a journalist in the biggest city in America wasn’t easy, as her mother had warned her just about a million times before she moved to New York. It meant new stories constantly popping up and overruling the last. And as a young 23 year old who had only been with the company for a year, she was still trying to get her footing among the hot shots who still only saw her as a kid. Today she had walked into the office with a great scoop, and as soon as she finished the article (an impressive 10 minutes later, ready for print), it had already been released by an opposing publication and an hour later, undermined by new evidence in the case. 

She was tired. Her feet hurt from the heels she chose to wear today- black and strappy and an inch taller than usual, but they were on sale and cute and she thought she could make it work. But after she ate her dinner, after she showered off the day, she didn’t sit back down. She didn’t lay down in her bed to sleep. She opened the small pantry in her New York apartment and did what she always did when she was stressed: she started to bake.

***

The smoke alarm was going off. This was the 2nd time this week and the 5th time this month. Unfortunately, this seemed to always happen in the middle of the night. When Betty baked during the day, she was on her game, she didn’t let things like that happen. But once it got to be past midnight, mistakes were made. A loud pounding came from the door. Betty looked at the clock: 3 AM. She thought that if she personally heard a smoke alarm go off at 3 AM she’d probably just wait for it to stop, rollover and go back to sleep, no matter how irritated she was. But she knew exactly who was at her door. She had met him 3 nights ago when she burned her chocolate chip cookies. An angry boy about her age, jet black hair stuffed under a grey hat on his head, went by the name of Jughead. He had moved into the apartment across the hall from her about two months ago and anytime she saw him around the building he looked irritated. On the night in question, he had obviously just rolled out of bed to come yell at her. And yell at her he did. And of course she had handled it the way she had been taught to: all “I’m sorry for the disturbance Mr. Jones. There was this lovely recipe…” with a sweet smile and an offering of one of the less burnt cookies.

But something was different tonight. Not only had Betty been unable to enjoy the singed cookies from her last stress-bake, she’d had to shower in cold water for the last two days due to terrible building management, lost the aforementioned story and broken her purse strap on the subway, sending all her personal belongings flying out onto the floor. The cherry on top was the guy two desks over at work asking her out for the 3rd time and telling her she was “an ugly prude anyway. I was just trying to be nice to you” upon her denial. As if she owed him something for being a nice enough guy. Which he apparently wasn’t anyway. It had been a long day on top of a long week, and as much as she knew it was her own fault that smoke alarm was going off, she also knew that it was clearly defective. The only time it had gone off when there was actually smoke was 3 nights ago. Every other time, she had no idea what it was doing and she’d been waiting almost six weeks for the super to come take a look at it. So she wasn’t in the mood for some angst ridden guy to tell her off and she sure wasn’t in the mood to take it politely. in fact, now would be a good time to unleash her anger.

“Are you SERIOUS right now?” he started immediately after the door opened. “It’s three in the damn morning! What could possibly be so important that you need to be baking right now?” It was a bit hard to take him seriously, with that dumb beanie on his head. There was that same fire in his eyes, and she just knew that he was expecting the same response from her that he’d gotten the last time he was here, but she wasn’t feeling like following the Alice Cooper Handbook right now. She took a deep breath and responded. “Are YOU serious right now? It’s three in the damn morning! What could possibly be so important that you need to come and knock on my fucking door and tell me what to do?” His eyes widened, but she only continued. She was shorter than him and having to look up to yell at him only made her more angry. “Oh right, the smoke alarm. The same smoke alarm that I turned off within 10 seconds, therefore only causing you minor irritation through which any normal, sane adult would just go back to sleep. But not you. Of course not you. Not Jughead Jones.” “Whoa, slow down.” She could see the boys expression changing, but it was unclear to what. Could that be worry pulling his eyebrows together? “What?” She snapped. “Listen, I still think that you need to be more careful with your smoke detector but, I’ve seen you around here, in the hallway, at the mailroom, and you never seem upset. Or even remotely angry. Mr. Johanssen spit on you while he was talking the other day, a giant spit blob, and you literally smiled even bigger at him.” “And?” “And… I came over here because I’m always up at this time writing and the last few times your alarm went off it completely broke my focus so yeah, I was pissed, but now I’m honestly a bit concerned.” He was cute, she thought, if he would just be like calmer like this all the time. To be fair, it was 3 AM and she had just set off the fire alarm… “I’m sorry. It’s been a long week for me and when I get stressed out I like to bake. Sometimes I forget to keep track of time and my smoke alarm is defective. And by the way, Mr. Johanssen is the nicest old man I’ve ever met. I can’t let him know that he constantly salivates like that, it would only embarrass him.” His mouth twitched up for a millisecond but the concern in his eyes only deepened. “This has happened at least once a week for a month. Twice in the past 3 days. You’ve been stressed out that often?” “Um. I guess so.” He nodded. “When I get stressed I usually write.” He looked down at the floor. “What I’m trying to say is I get what you’re doing. I just don’t particularly love the sound of that alarm in my ears.” “Me neither. It’s really touchy in here. My carrot cake isn’t even burnt and there’s no visible smoke but it still went off all weee-oooo-weeee-ooo.” Betty could feel the time of night catching up with her mind and making her nonsensical, but Jughead smiled. He looked good when he smiled. And it didn’t seem like something he did particularly often. “Wait. You’re a writer?” “Kind of. I mean I try, but I don’t know if I’m any good.” He pushed his hands in his pockets and his cheeks seemed to redden. “I’m a writer too.” She offered. “Or. A journalist. Kind of. I usually just help to edit other peoples articles but I’m trying to be a writer.” His smile came back, even bigger this time. “I’m sure you’re already ten times better than all the other people in your office. They should probably promote you, I mean after all, you’re also a professional baker. Don’t sell yourself short.”

***

Two nights later, Betty was up again at 2 in the morning. This time she wasn’t baking. She was thinking about the boy who lived across the hall. Jughead Jones. The way he softened once they started an actual conversation. The flannel pajama pants and wrinkled grey t shirt. That smile. And she thought about how now that they had an understanding she might never talk to him again. She hadn’t before. And it didn’t bother her before. What had changed? Right then, the fire alarm went off, and Betty sat up quick on her couch. She naturally looked at the oven, but this time it wasn’t her. And it wasn’t stopping. Confused, she stepped out into her hallway. And there he was. “Betty.” He said. “Jughead… what’s going on?” She looked at the plate of burnt cookies in his hands. “I decided to try baking. Not as easy as it seems. Not a de-stresser for me personally, but to each their own.” “Okay…” “See, the thing is, you said your smoke detecter was touchy but apparently mine isn’t. I’ve been trying to set it off baking but I ended up just holding a lighter up to it.” His cheeks were getting red, she noticed, and for the first time he wasn’t wearing that stupid hat. Even though he did kind of make it work. “Why are you trying to set your fire alarm off?” “Well for one, I think it’s time that building management takes a look at the fire alarms in this building.” He took a cautious step forward. “But mostly, I needed an excuse to see you again. There’s something I needed to ask you.” She felt a flip in her chest and tried to keep her feelings under control. “Which is?” “Would you like to go out to dinner with me one of these days?” She let out a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding. He was asking her on a date. He had made her cookies and tried to do a romantic gesture and no one had ever done anything like this for her before. “Or breakfast or something, I mean I don’t know your daily schedule.” The way he was starting to freak out made her realize that she was waiting much too long to answer him. “I’m actually more of a midnight snack kind of girl, if that’s alright with you.” She took a step closer to him and picked up a cookie off the tray. It actually didn’t look too bad. The edges were a little bit burnt but the rest of the cookie looked like just the right consistency. But Jughead seemed nervous. “The cookies were just a bit. You don’t actually have to eat them.” She gave him a confident smile. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

#bughead #bughead au #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #riverdale #riverdale au #mine #my writing

[k4rtana]

thank u @se34r5 for tagging your favorite little goblin

Rules: answer these 30 questions about yourself, then tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know. 1. Nicknames: i'm mostly known as morado on here so that's that 2. Gender: female 3. Star sign: leo B) 4. Height: 5'3" 5. Time: 5:52PM 6. Birthday: august 12th 7. Favourite band: i don't have one atm 8. Favourite solo artist: i don't have one atm x2 9. Song stuck in my head: weeee are fuxkin super star from the bnha s2 ost lmao 10. Last movie you watched: the shitty death note remake, with a couple o pals 11. Last show you watched: forensic files lol 12. When did I create my blog: i dont remember the particular date?? all i know is that it was early 2016 maybe 13. What do I post: ive recently been rbing lotsa bnha!! but also fmab, nice outfits, pretty visuals and ridiculous videos 14. Last thing I googled: mirio togata 15. Do you have other blogs: ya!! @crimson-crossing is my old acnl blog.... it's sleeping.. shhh don't wake it 17. Why did you choose your url: bc of my darling boy monoma neito.... he has such a dapper and fancy hero name im in love.... 18. Following: 913 19. Followers: i believe 47 20. Favourite colours: primary colors and neon in general. also black 21. Average hours of sleep: 7-4 (10+ on a weekend if i'm lucky) 22. Lucky number(s): ironic, but 13 lol.... also 7 23. Instruments I played: a fucken recorder in 5th grade. im beethoven reincarnated 😤 24. What am I wearing: a somewhat crop-top ish version of this 6th grade field trip shirt, pj shorts (it's hot in my house binch ;( ) and My Signature Little Ponytail... oh ya and lotsa eyeliner 25. How many blankets I sleep with: either 2 or, like, 0 26. Dream job: i want to be the mysterious creator of a popular animated series someday man,,, i've got fairly big dreams in this crumbling shithole of a world lmao 27. Dream trip(s): france (im learnin french right now!), Big US Cities™ (i. love. urban. stuff.), Spain (its in europe, which i'd love to explore AND im a lil familiar with the language?? litty) and japan ofc. Im Going To Get My Little Grubby Hands On That Cafe Selim Charm. Just You Watch With You're Little Eyes. One Day 28. Favourite food: oh boy there's lots.... refried beans, TACOS AL PASTOR, takis, hot cheetoes, steak, chicken and shrimp 29. Nationality: mexican american... my mother is from sonora if i remember correctly... and my dad is from ohio 30. Favourite song: forever and always the super paper mario soundtrack because i'm too particular about music and uhhh It Good... uhhh i can't think of too many people but uhh if y'all wanna then go ahead @selims @father-peeper no pressure but i can only think of you two atm lmao

#tag meme #about me #im a fool... but a good one #as long as you don't see my face i'm a cool as ice goblin

[barikibodycare-blog]

Last of the orders in the weeee hours of the am...it's 1:45 a.m. where I'm at. "Don't stop till you get enough" right? So listen...you remember when we said we restocked our Detoxifying Deodorants? Well here's the thing...we did...and just like that we're down to 3!!! Oh I know...but I told y'all they're flying off the shelf so hurry up and get you some!! Oh don't worry...we'll have more real soon. Purchase one or all and I will throw in something special for you while supplies last. You can also order on my Etsy site: barikibodycare.etsy.com. Good morning...going to bed now and will be right back at...#whilesupplieslast #summer #wellness #skincare #naturalbeauty #stayfresh #fresh

#fresh #summer #wellness #naturalbeauty #whilesupplieslast #stayfresh #skincare

[kidsviral-blog]

There Is Seriously Nothing Better Than These Bears. What They Do Is Hilarious... And Kinda Weird.

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There Is Seriously Nothing Better Than These Bears. What They Do Is Hilarious... And Kinda Weird.

If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound? If a bear woke up one morning and began preparing its taxes for the next year, is it still a bear? Probably, but it would be adorable. It would also be like these other 32 bears who, for a moment in time, forgot that they were bears. These guys got caught up in being adorably human … and you will absolutely love it. If you’re having a bear of a day and you can’t bear another moment of it, bare your teeth and grin because these bears are the best. 

Oh, hai!

Man, rough day.

Ewwies, girl cooties!

Why, hello ladies.

Hey, can you give us a hand?

Yessssss, my precious fishies is all mine…

The Dow Jones did what?!

Ugh, morning is too early!

Oh. Em. GEE. Becky said what?!

Ahhhhh yeah! That’s the spot.

Tai Chi? No, Bear Chi!

Draw me like one of your French girls.

Where’s breakfast?

SHHHH. They’ll never see me!

Thug life.

Pffffffttttt!

I knew I shouldn’t have had that bottle of wine…

Weeee, let’s go faster!

That mechanic we called in to fix the plane was such a bear.

Even bears take selfies now. It’s the cool thing to do.

Ugh, there’s just nothing on TV…

Even bears ponder the meaning of life.

Let’s DO THIS!

This pool is the worst.

You guys have any jumper cables?

Bartender… GET ME ANOTHER!

So I says to her, I says…

Most pandas do 1-2 hours of yoga daily.

To BEAR or not to BEAR, that is the question!

… I should buy a boat!

Oh man, Mooooom!

Hey kid, let me see some ID.

Via Bored Panda If any of these bears made you smile, do the right thing and share this with others. Not only will it make their day, but these bears will appreciate it, too.

Read more: http://viralnova.com/bears-being-human/

#animals #bears #bears acting human #cute bear pictures #funny bears #human bears

[mindmmxvii]

Nein

Hello Blog, how’s your blogosphere? Is it chilly like our atmosphere? Do you even have seasons or weather over there? Well if you don’t you aren’t missing much right now, though I have to admit I’m partial to the warm. Funny how I was considering moving to a place known as the windy city then. Anyway, on to things of more substance.

See the doc

Help Sis make goal list (much like mine)

I woke up at 9 today, considering I went to bed after 1. Did a quick 7 min workout, showered and took Al back to my Dad’s house. Work went pretty smoothly. Monday’s are typically a slower catch up day and today was no exception. I went by my favorite client for our 10 AM Monday onsite visit and was greeted by cookies and oatmeal (weeee). I had lunch at home and made a few pit stops for work before showing up for my doctor appointment. I was strangely calm all things considering. I filled out the patient forms and waited for my NextDoor recommended doctor. When the doc came, I told him everything. Well everything that pertained to me medically.

I explained that for the past... 7 years? I have been slowly having more and more heart issues. I explained about the one weekend where I woke at 4 am due to my heart beating so rapidly... Up until the sleeplessness and chest pain recently. I explained how it has been a slow decline in my heart’s “stamina”, that doesn't usually affect me during the daytime but has plagued me during times of relaxation or sleep. I went over how I sometimes feel spasms in my muscles at times, how I would wake up with no pulse in one extremity and after moving around slowly geting it back, about how I would have pain in one leg in sync with my pulse that would slowly fade away, or the terrified race my heart would have during the day at the early stages. God thinking back I must have sounded like a mad man or a hypochondriac. Maybe I am? Honestly I’ve never written down all the “symptoms” I have had, I’m sure I could have gone on longer if I prepared.

He was exceedingly nice and went to great lengths to make me feel comfortable while I was talking. He even brought me tea. He then proceeded to take my pulse, blood pressure, then sent me down for an ECG and a Holter monitor. Now an electrocardiogram (ECG) is basically where they hook little probes up to your chest and monitor the electricity of your heart for a little bit. It gives you a quick snapshot of how your heart is pumping. The test was painless, just hooking cold gel things up to my chest and laying down. A Holter monitor is basically a longer version of an ECG. As I type this I have little probes attached to my chest that are recording every beat my heart makes. I’ll keep it on for 24 hours then give it back so they can go through the data. Oh last thing is blood work, which I will do tomorrow, provided they have openings for me. The ECG readings and other minor checks, are available right away, so walking back to his office had me... hopeful? I have had physicals and blood work in the past years but I never told anyone of my problems, so they never dug too deep. I wanted these results to come back quick and for him to say “Oh look, you have some heart disease!”. I just wanted to know the problem so I could fix it. Haha see I want to fix my hard problems now, instead of ignoring them.

I didn’t get that. My blood pressure was 110/60, heart was at 55 bps, and the ECG all looked normal. He said the ECG and heart beat was a little on the low side but that was normal for very healthy people. Honestly I’m not too surprised as I am feeling great today and plus why would one visit to the doctor magically find my problem? I needed to show them my problem when it was happening. Sleeping would do that. Playing video games will also do it. I’m not even going to touch that statement right now.. So much to examine with my priorities and where they were at... Ugg. Anyway, looking at me, you would think “oh he is a physically fit skinny person, there is nothing wrong with him!”. I’m sure that’s what the doc thought, as he then proceeded to prescribe me sleeping meds. He had mentioned them before when we were talking, maybe he thinks I am just trying to scam him for some pills? I was throwing symptoms around like a monkey who just found some poo. mrahh I’m a mess.

I left shortly after and I figured my only hope at this point is to try my best to have the most restless sleep of my life so they catch some weird shit tonight. Ha, first night in a long time I hope I don’t have a full nights rest. I decided that I deserve a little treat so I stopped by Penn Station on the way home. First time eating out, by myself, this year actually. I get a 12″ veggie, a small fry, and a cookie (don’t tell them but I always steal an extra cookie, I’m such a kleptomaniac). I stuff my face as soon as I get back to my basement and watch the newest It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia episode. Humm I’m content. So I suppose people are right when they say happiness is a full belly, because today is the first day I went over my calorie count! I did so fantastically, like almost 900 calories over (not counting my activity for the day). Fast food, and cookies, strike again.

I dive into my guitar and play for a couple hours. I’m feeling better at this point so I grab my sister and we talk major shop. We decided to make a list exactly like mine and slowly work toward some agreed upon goals. We got her signed up for GPG (Gateway Pet Guardians) and had some pretty exhausting conversations about her aspirations and where she sees herself in a year or two. It’s a slow thing but I think I am reeling her out of her fantasies. They are a great place but we can’t stay there for any meaningful amount of time without causing damage. Sometimes irreparable damage.

Now I’m sitting in bed after my normal bedtime activities wondering about what this means for me. I mean, I told someone about my issues, something well I never thought would happen. I told him and I’ve told you blog. Well I really havn’t actually. I haven’t told you, Blog, the reasons that brought me here. How when it first was happening, when I would pace for hours till I thought my heart would calm down the entire time wide eyed and freaked. How I told my Dad and he said it was nothing to worry, just to deal with it, that we didn't want the ER visit expenses. At the time I was not insured for health care. I haven’t explained how 6 months later I finally found a job and had money to afford health care, then about 3 months later I mustered up the courage to see some one and admit my problem. I saw a doctor my family has been to who ran some tests (ECG I think and something else that x-rayed my heart) and gave me a pep talk about how I was most likely going to die. Honestly the entire talk seems like a fever dream at this point. I don’t remember a lot of the finer details but he made my situation seem like it would lead to a short lifespan. That doctor died a short time after that and I haven’t told anyone else of our conversations. I haven’t thought about that day in a long time. I dwelled on it so much at the time, and as time went on I just wanted to ignore it. 

I was more of a carefree person but I changed to a more focused and analytical person after that. I honestly had faced the prospect of death before that day, on the numerous occasions I had thought I may be dieing when I would have one of my episodes. I was slowly but surely coming to grips with my own death. I didn’t want to die, just if it happened, it happened. I wasn’t going to sit around worrying about it when I most likely didn't have time to spare anyway. As I was saying, things became more clear. If they didn’t help me in the short term, then why was I doing them? College? Not worth it. Investments? Nah. Marriage? Irrelevant. I wasn’t a psychopath or uncaring though. I found I really couldn’t be completely selfish. I ended up taking out two life insurance policies, why burden my family financially when I’m gone? Marriage wasn’t for me but I still got the most out of longer relationships, so I had two 3+ year relationships since that time. Both were still ruined by me and choices that favored the short term.

We are all still animals and subject to the bodys wants. I have sexual urges and I figured with my new outlook on life, I should act on them as much as I wanted. I could end up hurting people but in the end I could just move on, it’s not like I could have built something to last even if I wanted to. I worked on things that mattered to me and ignored many of the problems in my life for a long as I could. I was a wholly good person, but I sometimes did things because I wanted to get the most out of my experiences. If I ever got the urge to do something that may upset someone, I put myself first and acted.

Man blog, I feel like I am rambling now. Glad you could listen to me drone on forever. Well things came to a climax recently and I fucked up so majorly, it flipped my switch. I mean I think I actually want to live. It’s like typing those words gave them new meaning, like they aren’t fragile anymore, they won’t just float away. I figured I’d be dead by now back when I first made my decisions, but here I am typing away, apparently a very healthy person according to my doc. 

I’m not afraid anymore. To care and cherish, to embrace my feelings I cut off so long ago, to explore what the rest of my life could hold, to just plan for more than what I can get right now. It breaks me to say these things though because I may have health issues. I’m not sure what I would do if I was told all over again that my long term plans would most likely be fruitless, that these big questions didn’t need answering, that love isn’t for me. I’m sitting here crying I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to lose her. maybe I need support but I’ve made sure I’m doing this alone. Why does this hurt so bad?

Ha I didn’t mean to offend you blog, you andI are in this togther. Typing things out to you is... it’s collecting my thoughts and giving me time to process them. You are invaluable to me now blog and I would hate to lose you. Well look at me. It’s past 1 AM again. Ah I thin I’ve split enough of my guts, I need sleep. Horrible horrible restless sleep. My bed is so empty now I can spread out and never touch another soul.

to cheers -mind