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cvtalinvs · 4 years

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val mercado, cisfemale, she/her. → look out, there’s CATALINA REYES. you know, the 21 year old SISTER of DELTA DELTA DELTA. you know, i overheard someone say that they were SELF-INDULGENT, INTRUSIVE, ARDENT, and AMBITIOUS. but that’s just rumours. EMPTY WINE BOTTLES, A RED CURSE JAR FILLED TO THE BRIM, AND THE SOUNDS OF A PIANO IN THE EARLY MORNING come to mind when i think of them. what about you? [ lily, she/her, 21, est ]

° . ☽ . hit me up if you’d like to plot ! TRIGGER WARNING; DEATH !

ballet shoes she’s never worn, father’s phone number long forgotten, hands aching from stardust dreams, converses untied and mind unrelenting, & black sheep of a fallen family.

✩ ° . ☽ . ballet shoes barely hanging on. brinley was originally supposed to follow her mother’s footsteps. she was raised to be respectful, proper, and disciplined in order to be a great professional ballerina, just like her mom. it wasn’t that her mom wanted her to be one—her father did. when her mother passed away brinley was only ten years old. ballet was never something brinley thought of trying. yet, her father wanted her mother’s legacy to live on. for her mother was part of a long line of women who reached the highest rank in the royal ballet school--prima ballerina assoluta. so, no matter the fact that it wasn’t what brinley wanted, she tried it. she tried it to make her father happy and surrendered her happiness for his.

✩ ° . ☽ . father’s phone number long forgotten. it took about eight years of ballet for brinley to realize her life was based around something she didn’t love. calloused feet and ice baths became her new reality. competing was her new way of life and routines were her every day. everything in her life was structured and always planned ahead. but one day her friend told her to take a risk--go on a drive to wherever she wanted. there was no planning involved and that was brinley’s worst fear at the time. unfortunately for her, she was swayed and it was the best decision she ever made. that evening she realized there was a whole world out there she had yet to discover. polaroid pictures of mountains and the sun dipping into the horizon kept her company that night. those pictures kept her warm and when she returned home the next day a smile was on her face. and she came to the realization that she liked ballet but didn’t love it enough to commit her entire life around it. her father’s disappointment spoke louder than she ever could. even on the day she decided to finally make a rash decision for herself, he couldn’t even mutter out a single ‘good luck’ or ‘i love you.’ it’s been years since the two have had a conversation that wasn’t seconds long.

✩ ° . ☽ . black sheep of a fallen family. her father absolutely despises that she gave up ballet. the one thing he wanted to do was keep brinley’s moms’ legacy alive. it was the one thing he could do and he failed to do so. unfortunately for brinley, he blames her. to this day he hasn’t heard her play piano.

✩ ° . ☽ . hands aching from stardust dreams. when brinley was about nineteen years old she realized her passion for the first time. it took her longer than she had hoped but one night she just knew. one night when alcohol lightly fluttered in her veins, she listened as a performer sat in the middle of the room playing piano. the way the pianist’s fingers danced across the ivory keys to create an aura in the room enticed her. ever since then, she’s been convinced she could to the same. so, she started taking lessons. while it was incredibly hard at first she got the hang of it. within a year of practicing every day, she was able to perform some incredibly tough pieces. brinley was even able to play the song that started her love in the first place. now rather than planning her life with ballet, she’s been playing her life with piano. one day she hopes to be a composer but it’s not easy.

running on nothing but slim jims and cherry cola. her veins filled with liquor her body never handled.

✩ ° . ☽ . converses untied and mind unrelenting. ever since she stopped living her life by routines she’s been a w i l d one. she gets drunk and high quite often. she spends her days off with no plan. the only thing scheduled in her life are her work schedules, classes, and piano practice. she talks a whole lot and thinks she’ll live forever off of slim jims and cherry cola for breakfast.

will talk anyone’s ear off about piano. like no joke--will tell you about composers and how long it took her to learn liszt love dream.

thinks she’s hilarious and will always laugh at her own jokes. comes into everyone’s life like a very LOUD h u r r i c a n e.

#clovers.intro #this is hot garbage like yours truly

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dadvans · 7 years

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TOP FIVE THINGS MASTERPOST (1/3)

so for the remaining Top Five ask meme posts, i’ve decided to consolidate into a series of three huge posts instead of destroying people’s dashes with replies. for a series of fun, ridiculous headcanons, follow the readmore!

Playboy Nikiforov will cheat on Yuuri with the entire Russian Hockey team, and Yuuri will come crying to him and eat katsudon piroshky in his bed and Yurio will be allowed to brush the bangs out of his eyes as they lay facing each other, knees knocking together. “You can stay as long as you want,” Yurio would say. (Except Victor is incredibly devoted to Yuuri, and the Russian hockey team only has eyes for Yuuri anyway.)

Victor dies from a Terrible Disease. In his last conscious moments, he grabs Yurio by the hand. “Take care of Yuuri,” he says. “He’s always loved you.” “I will,” Yurio responds, unplugging the life support.

“Yurio, the way you landed that quintuple axel jump after only two weeks of practicing, despite it being physically improbable makes me super hot,” Yuuri says, pushing him against the rough edge of the lockers. “Please, take me now, take me now and wrap your well-toned and physically superior legs around me.”

Victor Nikiforov decides to make a deal with an angel to see a reality where he’s never been born, where Yurio and Katsudon got together instead, and he sees how happy Katsudon is to be constantly challenged and sexually satisfied by Yurio he completely fades from existence.

Yuuri showing up at his hotel room at three in the morning. His eyes are red. His smile is shy, but real. “Yuri,” he says, and the way that Yuuri says his name, his real name, is so open and meaningful. “You’ve always been—I’ve always—“ Yuuri in his mind has said, but never finished. Yuri’s never let it get past that. It hurts too much.

Victor gets up before sunrise, even on days off, and is constantly trying to get Yuuri to adjust. Yuuri hasn’t slept in to a number in double digits since leaving Hasetsu. He misses sleep so much.

Victor doesn’t like chocolate. What kind of serial killer is he that he doesn’t like chocolate? What kind of animal murderer? There has to be something wrong with him. You don’t just not like chocolate, Victor.

Victor hums along with songs he doesn’t even know, often trying to find the harmony (Yuuri assumes. Victor is also pretty tone deaf). Yuuri will try to change the song or station, but Victor just changes with it until Yuuri forces them to sit in silence.

The fifth time that Victor goes out and buys new dishes instead of washing the ones in the sink. The third time that Victor uses the pile of dirty laundry as an excuse to go buy more designer underwear than actually do a load.

The time that Victor gets drunk and refuses to go anywhere without wearing his skates, including bed

Yuuri’s best position is reverse cowgirl, where Victor gets a face full of ass, gets to hold his cheeks while Yuuri grinds down on his dick with these tantalizing, syrup slow roll of the hips. Sometimes Yuuri will look at him over his shoulder, biting the side of his hand as he slides down slick and needy right to the base of him, as if he can barely help himself, and the look on his face is where Victor both begins and ends.

Sometimes Yuuri can’t even look at Victor, especially when Victor is going down on him. He’s got one hand in Victor’s hair, pulling tight, and the other over his own face. His mouth says, “oh,” says, “oh, oh, oh, Victor, oh,” like the noise is pulled out of him and wrapped taut around Victor’s wrist.

When Yuuri loses his shame. “Please,” he asks Victor, “please, please, oh, deeper, please.”

Yuuri lets Victor tie him up sometimes and blind fold him to just lose all sensation. He lives for Victor’s touches, and lack thereof. But also the way that Victor teases him slowly like that lets all of Yuuri’s anxiety leak out of him in the best way. “I love the noises you make like this,” Victor admits, when he drags a hand down Yuuri’s torso after an hour, touching wherever Yuuri expects it least. The noises Yuuri makes when he least expects Victor’s hands on him are the best surprises Victor likes inflicting on him.

He loves public sex, especially after a few drinks. He wants Victor to fuck him in an alley, wants the grime of a dumpster on his shirt front and cheek and fists, wants to get his knees muddy in a public park as he crawls over Victor behind some well manicured bushes.

Here's one for you dad - top 5 favorite AUs? (this feels so general, and honestly in my years of fic it would be too hard for me to rec just five specific AUs, so i’m going to go with general AU tropes)

superheroes / identity porn

afterlife-based AUs (heaven, hell, reaper, etc.)

inception AUs — particularly for the world building, and atmosphere. i always love an author’s personal take on dream-building, dream-sharing, and the community that exists within this universe.

fake marriage/fake dating. oh my god. i’m always a slut for any variation of this stupid fucking trope. the miscommunication!! the tension!! it’s always too much! (m and i literally went and saw “southside with you,” a movie about barack and michelle obama’s first date, and halfway through it she turned to me and was like “I HOPE THEY GET TOGETHER” and if that isn’t the most accurate description of how these stupid fics make me feel, idk)

anything original. i think of the way etothepii and kixboxer write AUs set in very specific worlds that still reflect a similar storyline to the canon material, and translate it. anything that does that to me is a+++. i could literally read the same story 100 times if it’s written well.

OH SHIT NUMBER SIX AND ABO!!! PLANET MEN HAVE BABIES!!! GOD I’M A SLUT FOR THIS U G H OH OH OH AND SINGLE DADS. SINGLE DAD MEET CUTES. END ME.

yurio gets drunk after he doesn’t even place at the the nebelhorn trophy. yuuri gets silver to victor’s gold, which is at least understandable, but it was JJ who beat out yurio for bronze, and so he gets drunk, because he’s trying to be less openly angry these days, but he isn’t very good at it. yuuri holds his hair back in the bathroom and keeps him from hitting his head on the toilet and rubs soothing circles into his back, and tells him stories about being drunk in college and drunk as a young adult that yurio won’t remember in the morning. yurio lets him, leans into the comfortable curve of yuuri between dry heaves, muscles aching. yuuri won’t let him sleep alone, and yurio is furious about it, the rebellious part of him wanting to DIE rather than be coddled by some second-rate skater who just so happened to beat him to the podium. “i hate you,” yurio tells him, as yuuri holds him upright, chest against his back. it’s his body that gives him away, curling into every touch, every way yuuri tries to soothe him and keep him from puking on himself in his sleep. “you’re too good for me. i don’t deserve you. just let me die.”

the yuri’s angels instagram compiles a series of picture yuri plisetsky wearing the same scarf over the course of a month, similar to one of those OK! Magazine “WOW I REALLY LOVE MY ________” features they use for celebrities. it’s the 200USD roberto cavalli scarf yuuri got him for his sixteenth birthday. he’s always got his nose buried in it, or is sleeping with it as a pillow at the rink.

yuuri gets silver at pyeongchang, but he deserves the gold that yurio wins. yurio tells him this, ashamed to wear the gold afterwards. “you,” he says, “you did—you were—“ and that’s probably as much of a confession as he’ll ever give anyone for a very long time.

yuuri retires after he collapses pre-worlds with a busted achilles. yurio cries at the hospital and brings him non-hospital food and tells him he guesses yuuri must be happy, because he doesn’t have to maintain a weight anymore, he can eat anything he wants. he must have been dying to get out of competition at this point, yurio says, because he’s getting old and he hasn’t beaten yurio once this year, and— yurio tries too hard coming to terms with his retirement in the quiet, sterile hospital room, incapable of looking yuuri in the eye once. yuuri thanks him for the secret bag of takeout, says he can’t wait to see yurio take worlds again. yurio tells him it won’t be the same if he’s not there, and rushes out of the room as fast as possible.

mari gives birth to a baby with a thick thatch of dark hair and big, sleepy eyes. victor is technically the father through artificial insemination, but the katsuki genes came out more dominant. they’re all crowded at mari’s bedside, who is doped up on the good drugs with yuuri’s arms around her and victor snotting into his shirt sleeve. “she’s beautiful, she’s perfect,” victor cries, won’t stop crying. yurio has her in his arms across the room from them, breath coming too quick holding something so delicate. “yeah,” he says, “she looks just like yuuri.”

he makes yuuri dress as victor, just because yuuri in victor’s warm up tracksuit is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. he even lets yuuri wear his medals and relishes the cool weight of them in between his shoulder blades as yuuri fucks him into the floor.

okay, just kidding, the hottest thing in the world to victor is yuuri katsuki in a suit, and buying a new suit and having him pretend to be an anonymous salaryman on the subway is victor’s most erotic fantasies numbered one through nineteen. so while they don’t celebrate halloween in japan, really, victor coerces him one year when they’re back in kyushu to maybe get a new suit and maybe, sort of, kind of pretend to not know who victor is and act like he’s coming home after a week at the office, so victor can blow him in the subway bathroom. his knees smell like piss after, and yuuri’s new suit gets stained with spunk on the jacket, but it’s definitely worth it.

sexy pikachu.

hot cop. (i bet anything that Victor makes Yuuri pretend to pull him over, and then the real cops show up, ala Happy Endings, with Yuuri running away in short-shorts and a flashlight that was definitely lubed up to stick in his or Victor’s ass).

he makes yuuri dress like titus in this scene from unbreakable kimmy schmidt. “seduce me with all you have when i come home,” he says, handing yuuri a bucket of corn to shuck.

#yuri on ice #headcanons #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #victuuri #five things #replies

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runionnayrb · 7 years

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How to Move and Do What You Want

When I was about nine years old, my parents decided to move my family of six across the country from Placentia, California to Hot Springs, Arkansas--quite a different place for anyone making the transition, but definitely for a nine year old who didn't exactly understand what was happening when my parents first told me about the move. It seemed exciting and new, so of course, I was happy to be on the road trekking 1600 miles from what I called home. For most of my childhood as an Arkansas resident, after the "honeymoon phase" of it all faded away, I loathed having to be there. So much, in fact, I promised myself to move away from Arkansas because it didn't have what I really wanted: a big city, the hustle, and bustle with all of the sounds and people it had to offer. Don't get me wrong, my childhood was fine. I didn't experience anything out-of-the-ordinary (other than southern accents, Republicans, and crazy Christian people who would try to scare me into following Jesus Christ).

All of that aside, I moved back to California when I was nineteen years old with my car full of stuff and a huge heart full of ambition. I wish I could say I had help from friends and family to aid in my journey to become my own person, but unfortunately, I didn't come from a well off family with even an ounce of being close to being a wealthy family. What we had was for necessity and everything extra was up to me to provide for myself including my car, cell phones (when they came around), gas, food money, etc, etc. I learned to work for what I wanted and that it wouldn't be handed to me like some more fortunate people. I feel like my having to work to provide for myself created the drive I have today to make it happen, no matter what blocks me from getting there. Just ten short months later, I made the difficult decision to move back to Arkansas on the last few hundred dollars I had. It was a combination of not having enough money to do anything except go to work and back, being lonely, and feeling hopeless. My time there from July 2009 to May 2010 taught me so much about myself, my limits and what I wanted to do, or rather what I didn't want to do and how to evaluate who I was as an individual. I still had a lot to learn and still do even today.

When I arrived back in Arkansas, I decided to give myself a fresh start in a different city other than where I had grown up and gone to school. I really disliked living in Hot Springs--it is a small tourist town where people get stuck there; they don't leave. I didn't want to be one of those people. After moving, I didn't feel like a failure deciding to move back because I wasn't in a position where I had to move back like I was homeless or about to be evicted. It was a choice. I took a pretty decent job as a manager at a local fast food chain and got my own place. I began to work a lot of hours. After a few months, I decided to leave the job due to the long days and lack of compensation to make up for the job.

I took a series of several serving jobs over the next few years until, in 2011, my car stopped working--it literally broke down at a stop light and I had to push it off the road. With no way to get to my job, which was at least 5-10 miles away from where I lived, I had to quit the job and find something closer to me. Luckily, I was positioned quite well to succeed. My apartment and the new job I found, which was a local coffee shop that also served a full breakfast and lunch menu, had everything I needed in between. The grocery store, bank, and gym were all in between my 10-15 minute walk from home to work every day. I lucked out! I continued to work at the coffee shop for about a year. Coming up to the end of working there, I had gone to a local car dealership, which was also near my apartment, to see if I could afford to get a used car to be able to get around easier. My mother was gracious enough to help me co-sign for the car. I had a car again, a newer car, probably the best car I had every owned up until this point in my life. Over the past few months, I had really started to resent my job, mostly because of the lack of joy I was getting out of going to work early each morning or staying late at the end of the night. The owners weren't as supportive in the operation of their business as I had hoped or maybe I just didn't see their support for what it was. Either way, I really wanted to go back to school since I wasn't able to continue school while living in California. I owed a few hundred bucks to the school because I didn't take enough hours to make me eligible for financial aid, rendering the costs as out-of-pocket, which I definitely didn't have at the time. My account was put on hold and there I was.

So, I worked my ass off to pay off the fees to get my transcript released so I could transfer to a school nearby, get my financial aid up and running again and go back to school. I worked hard, picking up hours, staying late, anything I could to make extra money to pay off the fees. I was finally able to pay them off in April 2012. I registered for full-time summer classes and made straight As--something I had never done up until that point. The classes I took replaced low grades with higher grades to raise my GPA and then I transferred to The University of Arkansas at Little Rock where I graduated in May 2016 with a Bachelor's in Theatre Arts.

In the last year of my undergraduate studies, I was contemplating what I wanted to do after school. As a stage manager, I knew I wanted to pursue a career in stage management, but I didn't quite know how to go about it. I wrote my mentor and chair of the department to help me through the process. He guided me to several professional internship programs and graduate school options. The longer I began to research the two very different options, I was led to pursue grad school more eagerly than the other. I still applied to a few internships and got calls for interviews--after I had already been accepted to grad school. I was accepted into The University of California, San Diego for their Masters in Stage Management program. It is a huge honor and very competitive program. Some days, I still cannot believe I'm in grad school.

Once my wife and I knew we were moving to San Diego, we had 6 months to save money, sell things, pack things, figure out our moving situation in order to get out to San Diego and find a place to live once we arrived. Because I am really great a budgeting and saving money, I created a budget and found places for us to cut and how to maximize our earnings so we could have some money set aside for us once we got to San Diego. We used a moving company called U-Pack, which is a place where you pack your stuff into a trailer or cube and the company ships it to wherever you are moving. We saved over $1,000 using their service. We were able to use those savings to go towards our fuel, food, and lodging.

The lessons I've learned from the time my family moved from California to Arkansas are embedded in my personal skills, a knack for budgeting, and go-getter attitude. Those experiences are what shaped me to be able to go after what I really wanted to do in addition to my parents and family being supportive about what I was dreaming about. You can move and do what you want, too! Take a look at some tips below for how to get started. To learn more about my tips or to get advice, feel free to contact me!

5 Quick Tips to Help Make Your Move Successful!

1. Planning is essential in order to make a successful move.

If you are thinking about moving to a new place, especially to a place where the cost of living is considerably higher, creating a plan for how, when and who will be coming along with you is essential to making your move as smoothly as possible.

When planning, figure:

the difference in your income where you are now and where you will be moving,

the difference in cost of the expenditures you currently have and what they will be in your new destination, especially rent, parking, insurance, and fuel cost. Most other costs won't be affected by much. Even the items I listed may not be affected at all.

Plan your spending habits in order to maximize savings. Saving money is hard enough, but when you are trying to move, you have to go into survival mode. Think about anything you have in your budget that is extraneous and is unnecessary such as a Spotify premium account, Netflix, the best level of the internet, going out to eat, etc. Many of these things seem like must-haves these days, but hearing/watching commercials or eating out are not things you need. If you really want to save money, you'll have to sacrifice the small things to save big!

How are you going to move your stuff? Are you going to get an old-fashioned Uhaul and make stops as you go? Are you going to fly and ship your stuff? When my wife and I moved across the country, we were asking ourselves the exact same question. We ended up going with upack, a great company that will ship your stuff for you after you pack the items by either drop-off or pick-up.

See more in "Budgeting can maximize your savings" into the right places below.

2. Researching will give you insight and smart decision-making.

Take some time to research where you want to move. Start with where the city is located. What other cities are around it? Is there a hot tourist attraction around? What's the weather like?

Look into the cost of living by doing a basic Google search. Be sure to look at rent, utilities, fuel, groceries, transportation, etc.

Does your new city have public transportation? Is it good? Is it affordable?

What do people on forums like trip advisor, yelp, google maps, and other third party websites say about the atmosphere and condition of the city?

3. Make a list of goals.

Goal setting is one of the most valuable assets you can have when planning a move.

How much do you want to spend on moving expenses?

How much do you want to save?

How much to you need to save?

When do you want to get certain moving goals done?

Do you want to get rid of unwanted stuff? If so, how will you do it?

Make realistic deadlines for you to reach your goals. If you know you are unable to save $5,000 in six months, don't make it a goal. Maybe you can save $500 in six months. That's ok.

Making goals can really bring the process of moving into perspective in terms of whether it is feasible for you in 6 months or a year from now.

4. Budgeting can maximize your savings into the right places.

Figure out how much money you're bringing in then figure how much money you are spending, not including credit cards. Once you figure those numbers out, subtract your spending from your income and that is your excess (or net) income. It is what you are able to save each money. You might be asking yourself, what about my credit cards?

If you are not using your credit for you, but against you, here are 2 helpful pointers. This will also allow you to eliminate your credit card payment while building your credit and freeing up your money to save.

"Pay your credit cards off" each month. What I really mean is pay your statement balance off every month. Credit interest is calculated every 30 days or each at the close of each statement period (30 days). If you pay your credit cards' statement balance off, you don't pay interest. Pay your payments ON TIME. I would recommend having it be an auto-payment.

Once you pay your credit card bill(s), use your credit cards to pay for what you need such as gas, groceries, bills, etc. etc. By using your credit cards in this way, it "eliminates your credit card bill," since you are paying the statement balance. It doesn't actually eliminate your credit card bill, but instead of paying the minimum and having it be another expense to your budget, you are paying the balance on the account and turning around to use the available credit on the account without adding the amount of the minimum payment. If you use your credit cards in this manner, then the amounts you would pay for a minimum payment on your accounts can then be rolled into savings each month.

Once you figure out what you can save each month, make it a goal to save a certain amount by a certain time. Try breaking up how much you need to save daily, weekly and monthly to give yourself more specific goals, depending on what your spending habits are currently.

Evaluate your spending habits. What are you currently spending money on that you can eliminate for the time being? Roll those $5 a month you might be spending on Spotify or Apple Music. $5 adds up over a year, not by much, but add it to other small savings and you could increase your savings by $250 or more!

5. Don't second guess yourself.

The biggest mistake I hear people making when they are talking about wanting to move or do something they want to do, it's they aren't sure they can even do it! You must believe you can do the things you want. If you take my advice for how to move and do what you want, you will be able to achieve your goals, budget, save money, use credit wisely and do what you want!

Share your thoughts with friends and family, but don't let them talk you out of your goals. Sometimes, you have to take risks to grow. Chances are if you want to move from where you are, you need a change. Take a risk!

The only reason you are not moving to where you want to live or doing what you want is you. You have to decide it is what you want and go after it. Make it work and never give up.

If you liked this article, give it a like and share! More to come!

#budgeting #savings #DIY #moving #success

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