Writing Prompt Wednesday 5

Natsu literally wanted Lucy to strip for him (obviously). Like, he completely ignored Mira, an absolutely stunning model who people would legitimately kill for just to see her in her birthday suit. He was only interested in Lucy.

As a Canadian, watching episode 8 was a treat.

I'm that one friend

99.9999% sure this was what happened

What happens to your body when you stay up

24 Hour Mark

The consequences of sleep deprivation at 24 hours is comparable to the cognitive impairment of someone with a blood-alcohol content of 0.10 percent, according to a 2010 study in the International Journal of Occupational Medicine and Environmental Health.

36 Hours

Now your health begins to be at risk. High levels of inflammatory markers are in the bloodstream, said Cralle, which can eventually lead to cardiovascular disease and high blood pressure. Additionally, hormones are affected — your emotions can be all over the place.

48 Hours

After two days of no sleep the body begins compensating by shutting down for microsleeps, episodes that last from half a second to half a minute and are usually followed by a period of disorientation. “The person experiencing a microsleep falls asleep regardless of the activity they are engaged in,” she said. Microsleeps are similar to blackouts, and a person experiencing them is not consciously aware that they’re occurring.

72 Hours

Expect significant deficits in concentration, motivation, perception, and other higher mental processes after many sleepless hours, Cralle said. “Even simple conversations can be a chore,” noted Kelley. This is when the mind is ripe for hallucinations. Kelley recalled a time he was on guard duty and repeatedly saw someone standing with a rifle in the woods, ready to sneak into camp. Upon closer inspection, he determined he was actually looking at a branch and shadows.

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You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.

Screencap redraw (without the background) because I just loved how beautiful my son looked here. Added dimples and blushies. Dimples make everything better.

Anyways yeah, I’ve been seeing JJ getting a lot of hate on tumblr and not nearly enough love, so here are some cute headcanons for the rest of my peeps who love him as much as I do:

JJ is a big believer in “fake it til you make it.” He used to have lots of self-esteem issues when he was younger. But now that he’s so famous, now that he’s a role model to so many young Canadians, he knows he can’t afford not to love himself. He needs to set a good example.

Coming from an extremely lgbt+ supportive family (and country), and being a part of the lgbt+ community himself, he always feels anxious and out-of-place whenever he visits Russia for competitions, so he covers it up by being especially obnoxious and over the top.

Back on his home turf, he’s a lot more relaxed (but still a bit obnoxious) and more like your stereotypical Canadian. He says sorry when he bumps into you, he’ll hold the door for you even if you’re still five feet away, he’ll help little old ladies cross the street, and he’ll drink iced capps no matter how fucking cold it is outside.

He learned to skate almost as soon as he could walk, and he’s always loved it. His parents got him into hockey as a child, and he played on a team for several years. Until one day he discovered figure skating. And he never looked back. He’s still pretty decent at hockey, and he plays with his friends sometimes, but figure skating is where his true passion lies.

He hates being outside of Canada in February and will try to avoid it at all costs. If he absolutely has to, he will fly back on the weekends or whenever he has a chance, just so that he can take part in Roll up the Rim.

He probably has his family/friends send him Tims instant coffee or hot chocolate mix and will binge on timbits and nutella-filled shortbread cookies as soon as he touches down on home soil.

He loves wearing big, comfy, knit sweaters that hang past his thighs because it makes him feel smol and cute.

He has three big doggos: a husky, a german shepherd, and an afghan hound. They attack him with kisses and snuggles as soon as he walks in the door, especially when he’s been away for more than a few days. They follow him everywhere and fall asleep on him, and whenever he tries to leave the house to run errands or something, they whine so pitifully at him that he ends up taking them with him.

He still lives at home, and isn’t planning on moving out any time soon because he’s completely crazy about his parents and he adores his younger siblings with all his heart and he loves coming home to a warm, cozy house full of laughter and the people he loves most in the world.

Im someone

When you go over someone’s house and they act like their dog isn’t a wild beast.

Dont even know much about Pokemon but I want to read this and possibly get into the fandom through this fic

so this one time, I had a great idea for pokemon fic.

It was basically about this older gruff jaded trainer who finds a little kid wandering around the route, calling for his fearow. Like little tiny babby’s first time training trainer.

So he asks the kid ‘Yo kid, you lose your starter or somethin’?”

Kid: “Yeah, it’s my fearow, he flew off after some raticate and now I can’t find him.” Older trainer’s like goddamn, who gets a kid a fearow as a starter?

“Your parents uh get you that fearow?” Cause he’s gonna have some words with this kids parents if that’s the case. Kid’s still like looking in trees and bushes and shit.

“No, caught ‘em myself out by the powerplant, saved up and bought the greatball myself and everything!” Kid’s super proud of that, meanwhile the older trainer’s thinking, weird, there’s no fearow out by the power plant, meh, maybe one flew there by accident.

Long story short, it’s not a fearow. A storm front rolls in and the kid’s like, ‘welp, there’s my fearow. Finally.’ Older trainer gets the heart attack of his life when fucking zapdos lands next to this kid out of a goddamn thundercloud and starts preening little kid’s hair.

“That’s not a fearow.” Is the only thing older trainer can say.

“What are you blind or something mister?” Says the little kid. “He’s got the spiky fearow feathers and everything. I can’t believe you call yourself a trainer. Come on Fearow, let’s go find a real trainer to battle.”