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#i will return very soon dont worry & I will keep my blog active but I wont be here 90% of all time or reply to ooc stuff
jordanstrophe · 2 years
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hi there :) idk if u do villian/hero stuff but i think ive seen it on ur blog before so just imagine this (if ya want to)
a very evil and terrifying villian but they have a roommate who is just a normal civilian because evil lairs are expensive and it's easier if u split the rent.
You have no idea how much I’ve laughed at this- Although I kinda do villain/hero, but it’s more of the names simply getting switched since it’s not quite my cup of tea. I still had a blast writing this, thank you for the good laugh
CW: Villain whumper, protective whumper turning caretaker
Whumpee is ecstatic for their new roommate. They welcome them cheerfully, but the more they talk to them, the more curious they seem.
Whumper definitely has secrets and tries to keep to themselves, yet every time they return home, whumpee bombards with questions. Whumper just responds by gently patting their head and handing them a muffin they picked up on the way home from the bakery.
...You can't argue with someone while holding a muffin. 
Whumpee swears they have something hidden behind the walls; but they can't find a way in, and don't want to get in trouble for tearing up the walls. They can see through just a crack, a pile of strange packages and letters that grows by the day.
"Wait-!" Whumpee snaps, grabbing their arm before they have a chance to get leave out the door that day.
"What now?" Whumper sighs, dragging down their face. Whumpee doesn't respond, but they have a piece of paper and are vigorously scribbling something down.
"Here, it's my number. There's been strange things happening around town lately and I'm worried. So... call me if you need anything, okay?" Whumpee gives them a smile and hands them the paper.
Whumper blinks at them, before subtly nodding and accepting it. 
"Oh! But- don't worry! I'm sure they'll catch who's doing this soon. It didn't start till after you moved in, so it's not like the town is usually like this or anything!" Whumpee nervously laughed and waved their hand. They quite enjoyed having a roommate and didn't want to scare them away so soon.
Whumper sighed and shook their head. "You're being far too kind... But thanks, I'll keep it in mind." They chuckled, neatly folding the paper and tucking it into their pocket with care. "I wouldn't lose sleep over it either, I'm not letting anyone hurt you." Whumper smiled, before quickly shutting the door as they left.
Whumpee stopped and questioned their words, but most of what whumper said came off as strange anyway. They slumped on the couch and flipped through their phone about the activity of this strange new person stirring trouble. They froze when they realized out of all the places they targeted-
This place was the only one left alone.
It’s dangerous to go alone, here, take this~ ♡ @grizzlie70​  @lave-whump​ @amethysts-sideblog​  @whump-it-like-its-hot​  @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight​ @yet-another-heathen​ @whatwhumpcomments​  @hamiltonwhumpdump​   @as-a-matter-of-whump​ @whumpasaurus101​ @lonesome–hunter​ @digitalart-dwa​ @mabledonut​ @myst-in-the-mirror​  @melancholy-in-the-morning​ @anonintrovert​  @sunflower1000​  @shywhumpauthor​  @dont-touch-my-soup @batfacedliar-yetagain
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missjaystone · 3 years
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What’s up, Doc?
This is my submission for darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ ‘Watching-Stalker AU Challenge’ (And yes, after asking initially from an entirely new account before posting on a secondary blog, I’m too embarrassed to tag Roo again.)
Prompt 11: Everyone knows about celebrity stalkers, but what happens when a celebrity is the stalker? Kinks: Forced Pregnancy/Breeding, A/B/O
Word Count: 3000
Relationship: Dark!Steve x Fem!Reader x Dark!Bucky Trigger Warnings: nonconsensual/dubious consent, forced pregnancy/breeding, A/B/O dynamics, abuse of power(?). PLEASE DONT READ IF THESE OFFEND YOU (PS Everyone: I’m sorry to redirect everyone to another blog but I’m too nervous about having 'missjaywrites’ as only a secondary blog. The first blog post on miss_jay_stone with stay but that blog is officially abandoned. Henceforth everything will be posted here.)
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Being a doctor meant stressful moments, being a military doctor meant stressful days, weeks, months, or years. However, being a doctor specifically for the Avengers was an entirely new level of pressure. Being the person to patch up or perform surgery on literal superheroes made you miss working in the middle of warzones. You knew one wrong move could quickly spiral into a major issue, but you knew this when you took the job.
The choice itself wasn’t easy, there were more than enough reasons for you to respectfully decline, reasons like; despite being as accomplished as you were, you were still fairly young, the pressure was enough to age someone half a century, there were about a dozen security measures in place to make sure you said nothing to anyone, numerous contracts and NDAs to sign, and possibly the biggest reason to say ‘no’ was what you really were. An omega. You could very well be arrested because of how many official government forms you’d falsified and signed stating you were a Beta. You did what you had to do to accomplish your goals and it landed you in the medbay of the Avengers compound, often in close contact with the numerous Alphas on the team.
In your opinion, you were pretty physically average and never thought of yourself as someone that turned heads. That was more than fine by you, the less attention you had on you the better. Recently, though, you felt something subtle change, you always felt like somebody was looking at you, even if nobody else was around. The constant feeling and incessant nagging in the back of your mind sent a chill up your spine daily. There were some days where you found yourself feeling something like an internal tug towards whatever alpha was close by and now more often than not, the closest alpha was one of the two blue-eyes super soldiers. If you had listened to the alarm bells in your head, you would have left your job the moment you felt something strange.
You would’ve moved to Calgary or Portland or Dallas, but you brushed it off as silliness and an overactive imagination. And because of that, here you were, stuck in a web of your own design, your protruding stomach a reminder of the mistakes that led to this situation. Of course, you’d love them when they arrived but that wouldn’t lessen the naivete you felt for falling into their game. Their words forever holding your heart and soul firmly in a vice grip. “C’mon, doll, you can be our good little ‘mega and get everything you could ever want” “We can keep your secrets safe, we’ll make sure nothing bad can ever happen to you.” The words seem to play on repeat in your mind. You can pinpoint the exact moment a small mistake led to where you were now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 Months Prior~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Wow, where are you going all dolled up like that?” Your colleague and friend Alex asked as you stepped out of the storage room with a bundle of clothes in your hand. He paused typing his report to watch you gather your things. “I’m going to a 50s themed party with a guy I’ve been seeing and he’ll be here to get me soon,” you answered, motioning to the very-50s inspired outfit you wore. “Lucky you, kid, knock him dead but use protection,” he called with a chuckle as you left towards the elevator. You rolled your eyes at his comment but got a chuckle out of it yourself. He loved acting like he had 25 years on you instead of 10. The entire elevator ride down you were checking to make sure everything was perfect and not a hair was out of place.
You didn’t even look up when you stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. You did however look up, when you collided with a firm body. Your apologies were stopped by two things; the feel of cold metal on your back thru the thin fabric of your top and the strong scent, familiar scent of cedar & sandalwood and sage & pine. “I’m so sorry about that Captain Rogers, Sargent Barnes; that was totally my fault for not looking and I’m incredibly sorry to have almost steamrolled you,” you rambled awkwardly as you hurriedly tried to step back and put space between you and them. It took several long moments before Bucky removed his hand from your back, putting both in his pockets.
“Don’t worry about it, accidents happen,” Steve said with a smile that just didn’t seem quite right. There was an uncomfortable couple of seconds where you felt their eyes raking over you and you would’ve sworn their pupils dilated. “You know, it’s funny, you look like you’re straight out of a magazine from the 40s,” Steve said with a chuckle to break the silence. “Thank you, sir, I have a date at a themed party and this is the theme,” you sheepishly replied. The blond cleared his throat to cover what almost sounded like a growl at the name ‘sir’ and his features momentarily hardened when you mentioned it was a date. His smile was quick to return “well we don’t want to hold you up, enjoy your weekend, Doc and we’ll see you around.” You politely thanked him and returned the pleasantry before stepping passed them to leave. If only you had looked back, you would’ve seen them begin an intense, hushed conversation before they disappeared into the elevator.
That little conversation seemed to be when all of this started, but it was only little things that never drew much thought. At least, it started small; things on your desk would be moved, lights would be left on when you showed up the next day, your door would be unlocked, just little things that you couldn’t definitively say you did or didn’t do and the feeling of surveillance being minute and random. Then it got bigger; clothes you’d left at the office would disappear like jackets you kept in case you got cold or a spare change of clothes if what you wore got messed up, and papers you were sure you’d put away would be scattered on your desk but the feeling of being watched was more often, and one or both of them often came around for seemingly any reason. Like when Sam came in to get stitches after a mission, Bucky stood to the side almost brooding when you only mildly acknowledged him to tend to his friend.
Then alarms started to go off in your head but you ignored it. They were celebrities, they were superheroes. There’s no way on Earth they’d give you more than a second though. Your internal alarms kept going off; you never felt alone anymore, even in your own home. Your cozy little home that you’d fallen in love with always felt like somebody else was there or had been there. You often felt like your skin was burning, especially when they were around which was now multiple times a day, you always seemed to run into them. Bucky was normally quiet when you crossed paths, always asking if you felt okay and commenting on your flushed and flustered appearance, taking two steps forward for every step you took away from him. Steve seemed to be more physical whenever you two met around the building, he’d pull you into a friendly hug before you could object and make conversation with you, often brushing hands with you or setting his hand on the small of your back.
It went on like that for two months and you’d never been more thankful for fall to turn to winter, the cold breeze helping to sate your increasingly uncomfortable temperature. You thought everything had passed when you started to feel more normal and they stopped coming around you as often.
One night you decided to stay late to get some reports finished, submitted, and filed properly. It was perfectly fine for a while but then you felt yourself heating up again. Even after removing your scrubs and changing into some clothes you stored here, you were still burning. Soon you were fidgeting in your seat, trying to find some way to quell whatever what happening with you. You ended up nearly running to the bathroom to splash cool water on your face and get something to drink but you should have just gone home.
When you took two steps back into your lab, you were immediately pulling back against someone’s broad chest with superhuman strength. On instant contact, a familiar and unnerving scent surrounded you; cedar and sandalwood. It was Bucky hold your back flush against his chest. Panic set in seconds later when you felt him pressed into your lower back, the size alone was enough to take you out of your paralyzingly-afraid state. But it wasn’t like that helped any; you were an average human and he was a Super Soldier, it took no effort to keep you in his grasp. All he had to do to keep you in line was move one hand around your throat and growl quietly in your ear.
“Easy, doll, if you move too much he may have to hurt you and that's the last thing we want,” a calm voice said, the tone almost soothing. Steve stepped into sight from where he’d been looking at some things on your shelf. “I know you’re probably a little confused but we’ve been keeping an eye out for you. Keeping creeps away at bars, making sure your train ride home goes without incident, taking care of the men you go on dates with. You’ve quite the active social life doll,” his voice was tender as he approached you, gently stroking your cheek.  By now your eyes were wide with bewilderment as your brain attempted to process this situation. “We want you to be our good little Omega, start a family with you, and give you everything you could ever want or need,” Steve continued when your attempt to speak came out in a whimper.
Just as you went to correct him, Steve stopped you, cupping your cheek “please don’t lie to me, doll, we can’t create a future built on lies. We always thought you were a cute little Beta but after running into you that day, we both got a nice strong whiff of your cleverly hidden Omega scent, made us both incredibly hard, especially in that outfit that looked like it was from our time. That little incident made us see you for what you are; a good little ‘mega perfectly tailored for us, made to be our girl and have our pups. Unfortunately, we had to wait sometime to wean you off of those nasty chemical suppressants but now that you’re on the verge of your first heat, your body is more ready than it ever will be to take us,” Steve explained in that eerily calm voice, the intimacy of the town and him gently stroking your cheek was easily beginning to jumble your mind as it told you to do what you’d been fighting for years, what you hoped to always avoid.
“Steve,” Bucky grumbled, finally speaking up when his friend paused, he’d started steadily grinding his hips against yours for friction. “I-I can’t, I d-don’t want this,” you stammered out, nearly biting your lip off to keep yourself from whimpering or moaning as you felt Bucky’s hard-on against you, so close to where you needed but didn’t want it to be. “Well, that’s why we’re giving you a choice, princess. We don’t want anything bad to happen to you and if you’re our girl we can make sure nothing bad ever happens to you. You’ll be the safest person on the planet. Alternatively, people will find out about your status and well, perjury, falsifying federal documents, and falsifying medical documents are serious. You’d lose your medical license permanently and it’ll be at least a decade in prison but that’s not what we want,” Steve reassured before planting a small but quick kiss on your lips and smiling.
“C'mon doll, you can be our good little 'mega and never have to do anything ever again, you’ll never have to worry about money, job security, gross bar creeps, medical issues. We just wanna take care of our girl,” Bucky whispered in your ear, his tone too gentle for the situation. When you began to object again, a strong cramp in your abdomen had you nearly double over with a pained moan. You’d have been on the floor if Bucky wasn’t holding you and Steve wasn’t in front of you. “We can make all of this pain go away right now, just say you’ll be our best girl,” Steve coerced as he moved a few strands of hair out of your face. You knew you couldn’t open your mouth without moaning in pain or screaming so you furiously shook your head. Steve continuing to stroke your cheek, though small, was enough to distract you from noticing Bucky untying and pushing your shorts down.
As much as you hated yourself for it, you moaned out in surprise when you felt Bucky’s cool metal fingers rubbing your clit slowly. The man let out a groan and pulled his hand back, smirking as it glistened in the dimmed lights of the lab “fuck, Stevie, she’s so wet for us.” The words renewed your sense of panic and you began struggling hard. That seemed to be all it took for Steve to let go of his restraint. He lunged forward and captured your lips in a harsh, hungry, and dominating kiss. The blond wasted no time ripping your shirt and bra away, sending buttons flying to the floor. He didn’t break away from the bruising kiss as he began to fondle your breasts, paying extra attention to the nipples. In your state of unwanted pleasure, you didn’t notice Bucky quickly unzipping his pants and pushing them and his boxers down enough to free his aching member.
An entirely new sense of panic filled you when you felt his head nudging at your entrance; you would not make it through this in one piece, they were going to split you in half. When Steve’s lips finally left yours, he haphazardly pulled his member out and pulled you down until your face was level with his cock. When you didn’t do anything, he seemed to signal to Bucky who then buried himself into the hilt and moaned out happily, his breathing hitching as he mumbled “fuck, so tight, feels s'good.” Just as anticipated, you opened your mouth in a silent scream of pain and forced ecstasy, he gladly took the opportunity to thrust into your mouth, making you gag when his tip hit the back of your throat.
It took them no time at all to set a bruising rhythm, their moans and groans combined with your muffled cries of pleasure and fear filled the moan. You hated the way you felt your body betray you, how your core ached from Bucky to go faster, how your mind was quickly falling into the role of a submissive little Omega that you’d avoided all your life. Pretty soon you were beginning to move with them, the logical part of your brain being overshadowed by the need to please the two Alphas violating you.
“That’s it doll, that’s our good little Omega, such a good girl cooperating with her Alphas,” Steve cooed soft praises as he proudly watched the last of your resolve vanish. He took one of your hands and wrapped it around the part of his cock that wasn’t in your mouth, helping you build up a good stroking motion before letting go. He held your hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged whenever he felt you run your tongue along the veins. Bucky on the other hand had a vice-like grip on your hips as his thrusts gradually became erratic. He reached underneath you and started rubbing your clit quickly, this time with his flesh hand. “C'mon doll, cum for your Alphas, you’re gonna feel so good being our Omega,” he muttered into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.
You couldn’t stop yourself. Between his words and the way he rubbed your clit and Steve’s praises and encouragements, you didn’t stand a chance against doing what he asked. You came with a muffled scream as your searing orgasm raced through every one of your veins, leaving you in a seemingly endless state of white-hot euphoria. You could barely acknowledge the feeling of Bucky erupting inside of you, filling you with his seed. His thrusts slowly becoming more languid.
“C'mon, hurry up,” you heard Bucky say, even though it sounded muffled and far away to you. You admittedly whined at the loss of his member even though he still held you up. You coughed when Steve removed himself, finally taking in deep breaths of air. They switched places quickly, Steve emitting a groan as he entered you more gently than Bucky did. This time, you didn’t hesitate before taking Bucky’s cock into your mouth, just following the part of your brain that said to submit to them, that they alone could bring you this much pleasure and everything they promised. Steve gave a few thrusts before he pulled your hips flush against his and spilled himself with a content moan.
You all but collapsed to the floor when they were done, them being the only reason you didn’t. Bucky scooped you up bridal style after Steve wrapped his jacket around your used, naked form. You were only semi-conscious as they carried you out of the lab, barely awake enough to mumble out “where are we going?” “We’re going to our room, little 'mega, and we’re gonna keep doing this every night until we see you round with our pups and we’re gonna make sure you’re treated like a princess, our princess,” Steve said, using his soothing tone from earlier. Barely clinging to consciousness, you merely nodded. The last thing you remember before passing out into sweet, sweet dreamland was you saying “alphas know best.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Current~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You looked down at your stomach before looking back at the sonogram in your hands; clear as day, you could see two 8-month-old babies. You’d stopped fighting when the pregnancy tests turned positive, they were very clear that no matter where you went, they’d find you and bring you home. They kept their promise about giving you everything you could ever need or want and protecting you. They kept their promise to keep you safe and always be there for you. You resigned from your position and didn’t renew your rental agreement, officially moving in with them in a bigger room. Once you safely passed the second trimester, they claimed you as theirs and let you claim them as yours. You’re not sure if you’ll ever forgive how this started but it wasn’t so bad.
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floralkittygambler · 3 years
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Return of The Thing
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Sort of. By thing, I mean me. But I love this movie and the meme. Ok, context for this post: - Where I’ve been - Why I left - Whats hip happening -  Where I’ve Been:
Long story short, I’ve had real life matters to deal with. Firstly, my entire household contracted COVID. Well, *almost*. We’ve been through constant testing, quarantine zones, and had the ambulance up numerous times. My parents and 2nd oldest sister were hit the hardest. My 3rd oldest sister was positive and asymptomatic. Now something none of us could predict that I would be completely COVID free despite my compromises. Despite that I was in close contact with them all, including the 2nd oldest who contracted it first and accidentally being coughed on a few times lol. I went through the exact same testing and yet nothing. No symptoms. No presence of COVID. And I took no precaution to isolate from my family as I presumed in our small house we’d all get it, so I was more preoccupied with caring for the sick. Ultimately, I’ve either gotten off scott free this time or there’s a chance I may actually either be highly resistant or even immune. Even then, I WILL be having the vaccine as and when my family are eligible. And we all still follow regulations set.  I’ve also had other real life obligations, much of it either mundane fixing up my living circumstances to more personal matters. Overall, I have been extremely preoccupied.
A mini update, the stray cat Big has been in our porch a lot more in recent times due to the snow as well as being even more affectionate. And Queefster passed away after a good life and a full tummy. Why I Left:
Aside from COVID, business, and my own health declining, I’ll be blunt. I left because of how disgustingly toxic most fandoms are nowadays, but Hazbin is one of the WORST for it. That includes harassment, death threats, mocking MI and triggering an ED. In fact, I’ve even seen others get rape and death threats. So yes, even if YOU are a decent fan, collectively most of you arent doing any favours. Even some critical blogs seem to be overtly catty in ways no one else seems to pick up on under this ‘look how blunt I am’ look and it’s just... You dont have to be a prick to have your say, to be honest and to disagree with the trending. That’s a few on and off of tumblr, and no one I follow anyways. 
In regards to my ‘sensitivities’ - two things: 1) Of course trauma is going to hurt, 2) Im fully aware of kids doing and receiving much of this, which hurts MORE. I have my own lil squids and Im worried of them eventually having to deal with this shit. And no, no one SHOULD have to put up with such rude and poor behaviour. Agree to disagree doesnt live in some people’s realities, but by God harassment and bullying seems ok if YOURE doing it or enticing it. That ISNT ok. Even if it seems like nothing to you it could kill another. I certainly will not take your shit. 
On huskerdust I STAND by my words. It’s fucking creepy and there is sexual harassment and obsession. And there are large triggers. I will not go into detail here because Ive done that dance before and I’ll be refining it again. YOU may like it, however it triggers my very real traumas as well as those in my bloodline. Be respectful and keep that shit away from me. And for goodness sake, parents PLEASE dont raise your children to behave as such online. And no, being anon isnt actually fully anonymous. Also to send hate and threats anon is not only traceable but also cowardice. Grow a pair and find a hobby. I avoid my traumas for the most part. I will not allow you to weaponise or diminish my own or others experiences for your fictional based gratification. Likewise, if it becomes canon, I’ll just make an AU where it is not. Simple. You can hate it but Im not your personal circus so go be toxic elsewhere. IF you like HD and follow me, honestly... Youre probably better to unfollow as I am deeply and passionately against it and stolitz, and valvox, and am very vocal on that. Dont mistake my traumas and discomfort as a personal attack - and dont personally attack me over it either. And before anyone claims homophobia, no. This is nothing to do with sexuality. You arent the victim. If you love these pairings with your soul to the point of a ‘stan’, then youre best off unfollowing because I really am too old for extremists and rabid fans more crazed than the infected in REC. Also I never used to hate angel but now... Fans behaviour is abhorrent and hes so over saturated that I honestly really dislike him now. Doesnt mean you have to hate him too, but just bloody respect that angel isnt loved by all, he can be triggering to some as well as toxically enabling [incl. past addicts], a vile homophobic gay stereotype and just overall a lack of knowledge and respect of sex workers as a whole. When you know a lot of the ins and outs and victims, it’s hard to overlook. I respect your triggering ships by avoiding that mess. Respect others.  The problem with Viv - and I will elaborate in the future - is that your audience is often a reflection of your work and it’s message/presentation. And most of the fandom Ive met are awful. Honestly, though lonesome I find more comfort keeping distant from fandoms because yall often extremely toxic and petty. Perhaps others have had better experiences than I however Im drawing a line in the sand. For MY sake. I’m annoyed with virtually anyone I sense great potential in that becomes wasted. Im angry at Viv because she can do so much better but is blocking HERSELF. This is from a creative and business mindset. When someone has potential that gets wasted - especially creatively - it burns me. Im just passionate on artistic fields. It doesnt mean I hate them. I hate the waste of full potential.
I’ll state things here people disagree with but encouraging harassment, hate or just being an overall cunt just aint on- It’s like people charade as being this fair being but its all bullshit. Self improve and sod off, I do NOT have time to parent you online. 
And obviously there are RL duties I must fulfil. Some in which I will need the publics assistance for if you can spare it. Overall, Im just... Fandoms behaviour generally disgusts me. Disappoints me. We SHOULD be better than this. It’s like listening to bloomin incels rant on fuckin chad or some bullshit pill theory instead of looking to improve themselves too. Honestly... I do mostly acknowledge my own flaws and faults and try to improve each day. It just feels fewer folk see that in themselves and do the same. And that’s coming from an old cunt whos far from fuckin perfect. Also, my fuckin laptop broke so I waited a week for a bloke nearby to fix it. What a fuckin lifesaver, he’s the real mvp!
Also Also, one of you did privately apologise and I appreciate that. I certainly hope we agree to disagree and continue to grow as people on our separate ways. Trust me, I dont forget small acts like this. Even the trauma that caused and the aftermath, please dont think I dont appreciate the apology. However you’re also entitled to know that the forgiveness and healing side may take longer for me due to various factors that occurred - much that few are aware of, including yourself especially. I wish you well and safety.
Hip Happenin Now:
Still busy but slowly visiting. I’ll reply and reblog soon, be patient please. Ive still many things to sort which take priority as well as other things. Im trying to get money n shit for a future and whatnot. Health issues are strong in the blood rn and Im spending extended time with both Big and the other pets to keep up harmony, especially now that Big is accepting slowly that our porch is a welcome shelter for him and he’s free to leave and stay whenever. Trust me, overloaded isnt even the word. Im prepping shit early this year and from now on. Also, my God Ive been dealing with more physical issues as well and had to play doctor. May even need medical interference but holy shit I could never see this coming. Still... It’s... An experience- If you could call it that. Staying more active and healthy. Cat’s nearly clawed my eye out in my sleep (to which I can only presume Billy got too close or hyper) but it’s fortunate placement so Im alright. Most of my body is in pain to the point of absolute normality at this rate. And I plan to make space for a better altar. Future of the Blog: 
Errr, it’s my fuckin space so it’s whatever I want really. Ill still have my Viv rants (ie, pros and cons of her work, HH/HB, other shit like that) however I just really dislike most the fandom at this point as well as the poor management and lack of professionalism and attitudes of staff. It’s just draggin me down and making me ill. I also want to showcase more of MY work (from redesigns to projects to some dumb 2am shit), cosplays, fashion, hobbies, spiritual practises - MY. SHIT. I feel like Ive strayed slightly. But I WILL be honest. And damn well will it upset people. And if it does and I’m genuinely ding something wrong/harmful - guide me patiently. Educate me. If it’s like this HD shit where Im not only allowed my opinions but justified on my traumas or mocking my disabilities or features, then just yeet yourself elsewhere. Also some of my gaming shit too. Getting to know folk who interact with my stuff and just... Create my space. For me. Something hopefully others can enjoy. Something that can function as a bit of an art portfolio as well. Critiques and whatnot.  But I will continually not stand for anyone’s shit or poor handling of serious matters. You will not cause me to doubt and invalidate my experiences like you have to others.  For now, Im tottering but slowly returning. For those who I previously and daily interacted with, I will get back to you. And Im sure you’re patient and understanding of my situation - it’s appreciated. But in terms of any fandom, more so if it’s known to be as hostile, I’d rather keep a healthy boundary between us. That’s for newer folk. Perhaps we may bond further and you’re welcome to try, however I do feel far safer not getting involved into other people’s shit any longer. I will put anon back on but any toxic shit will be reported as well as compiled so at least I have a reference on the actual toxic nature of fandoms. Likewise, Im slowly getting there but god theres a lot of fuckin work. So much that not even my closest friend has heard too much from me until recently. I’ll be returning to the grind for now as I have duties, as well as many demanding felines for my attention. Alongside some physical medical concerns which require additional care, I’ll be popping off now.  Im thankful for those who have checked in on me. I will reply shortly. Take care
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die-with-me-dazai · 6 years
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it's okay if you're not up to date or super active on this blog! you should put yourself and your health first. I hope you feel better soon! 🌻
Thank you for your understanding and support! It really means a lot to me but I still feel awful about barely being able to keep this blog somewhat active… This series means so much to me and is the only escape I have that truly helps anymore as it’s the only series that deeply resonates with me.  The fact I’m so stressed and worried about what’s going to happen that I can’t fully enjoy Bungou updates or even keep up with them is what really kills me… It’s not necessarily that I feel like I’m failing my followers by not being active enough, though that is a very small part of it, it’s mostly that the fact I can’t even focus on my favorite escape anymore because I’m so stressed about my current situation…. If that makes sense…Thanks for the well wishes, again I greatly appreciate it, but I’m not sick or anything. The reason I’ve been too stressed to be active lately is because I’m SEVERELY financially struggling.(More under the cut bc I don’t want to bother anyone who doesn’t want to know more)
In January I moved out of my emotionally abusive mother and grandparents house and in with my dad who…. isn’t much better to be honest… Thankfully he doesn’t abuse me like they do so I’ve been doing MUCH better out here mentally, but he has severe anger management issues and blows up a lot about EVERYTHING and hates everyone and everything and it’s really stressful and terrifying so I just end up hiding in my room most of the time.  He’s also not the most responsible person and moved out here without sufficient funds to afford basic housing, expecting me to move out with him to help pay for it.  Now as f’d up as that is (I mean I’m his DAUGHTER why should *I* have to support him when I should be starting my own life???? Idk maybe I’m just being dramatic but that doesn’t seem right to me), I still moved out here because it’s slightly better than my mom’s.  Well I’ve been out here for 3 months and despite applying everywhere still have not been able to get a job.  My dad’s running out of his savings and blaming me for not being able to get a job and not contributing anything saying I’m just lazy and don’t want to work and I’m not trying hard enough and whatever.  Personally I’m down to my last 100$ and still have no idea when, where, or how, I’m going to earn any pay again. On top of all this, remember how I said he’s not a very responsible person? Well he got me a puppy.  As much as I love her to death, we can’t really afford her, but if I’m being honest she’s really all I’ve got and lately has been one of the only things still keeping me going.We only have a month or two left until he can’t pay the rent anymore and I have no idea what will happen to me then...
If I could manage to start making money and saving up I could move in with my best friend out in California and for the first time in my life live in a safe, supportive environment, but right now I’m just freaking out about how I’m just going to survive where I’m at.  If this falls through I’ll have to move back in with my mother and I’m not even sure how I’ll get back or if I’ll even be able to afford it.
That best friend I mentioned has been REALLY pushing me to start making covers of songs and posting them bc he loves my voice, but I don’t really have much hope for that going anywhere because well… female singers are a dime-a-dozen and all I can do is sing and i dont have good recording equipment or decent background music and it just…. I just don’t think it’ll do anything to help me.He’s also been pushing me to make youtube gaming videos bc he thinks im hilarious but I don’t have much hope for that either…I’m still making covers and starting to make gaming videos because it’s the only hope I have right now, but I don’t expect it do get anywhere…Idk as much as I’d like to let myself believe I have a chance I just…. dont….
I considered trying to do commissions, but I can’t really do anything worth paying for… I mean I can sort of write but I don’t know if I’d be able to really write whatever people ask for, and I can’t really draw that well, all I can really do is sing and even that like I said I don’t have decent background music or recording equipmentI could make one of those “Struggling Please Help” posts but I feel horrible asking for help when I can’t provide anything worth paying for in return.
I just don’t really know anymore… Sorry for complaining about my life and problems (this is why I put this under the cut), I just thought I needed to explain why this blog has been mostly dead recently.
I’m sincerely sorry for the inconvenience everyone.
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nardaviel · 6 years
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Part 3 / ?, wherein they go camping, much to Kinshirou’s dismay.
This is a long, image-heavy post. I’ve had it ready since like December but I never bothered to post it until now because I stopped playing the game for a while and I’m lazy. If you’re reading this on my blog and it’s done the obnoxious thing where it doesn’t show readmores, just click the date <3
You probably don’t remember where we left off because it’s been ages since the last post. I didn’t remember either. En had just gotten his second promotion in a few days; the game continued to insist on sending him home from work in an awkward outfit on promotion days. Kinshirou had just published his etiquette manual, and I had finally learned how to keep Atsushi from being miserable when he got home from work. However, En and Atsushi’s work schedules still kept them from spending much time together as a group.
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En’s latest work of art is a beautiful, subtle masterpiece. I know that because I, an ignorant philistine, see the art of a 6-year-old, but an art gallery was interested enough to pay $50 more than he usually gets for large paintings.
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This is kind of sweet, but he and En aren’t even engaged yet. Calm down, Kinshirou. It’s amazing how well the game knows them asd;lfk
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Atsushi has been promoted to caterer!! A $10/hour raise so that his hourly wage is no longer a pittance, a $368 bonus, and a coffeepot. His work hours start an hour earlier and end two hours earlier, which still isn’t very good :\ but look, he’s so proud of himself.
To get to the next level of his career, he has to start learning to mix drinks. I’ve dreaded this moment because the last time I bought someone a bar to level mixology, they never wanted to do anything else again except mix drinks. I took it away in the end.
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Kinshirou wakes up, sees that En’s gone, and goes to find him in the bathroom just so that he can kiss his cheek.
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Since he’s awake now anyway, En paints an Enatsu painting and then a Kinatsuen painting, one after another. I can’t bring myself to sell either of them. The Kinatsuen one is going to stay where it is, but I’m putting the Enatsu one in Atsushi’s room, because it’s kind of bare at the moment.
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En’s suave kiss is different than Kinshirou’s was. I assume it’s because he and Atsushi aren’t boyfriends yet? But Atsushi still seems charmed.
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And now that they’ve drawn my attention to that oversight, Atsushi asks En to be his boyfriend.
You can imagine your own dialogue here. You’re all so dirty-minded.
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En is into it, though.
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He immediately kisses Atsushi on the cheek. I’m glad all the Sims think that’s as cute as I do.
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Now they can all go on a much-deserved(???) vacation :D En and Atsushi have to take some vacation days to do it, but they want to spend some time together as a triad.
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They’re going camping! For four days. It’s cheap, and they’re still a little broke. En and Atsushi are nervous, but willing to give it a try. Kinshirou...
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..yeah.
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Their home away from home. There are cabins and houses you can rent, but... like I said. They’re broke.
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Kinshirou decides to start his vacation by practicing horseshoes. If this is all they have for entertainment, he’s going to master it.
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But En doesn’t like that attitude.
En: Come on, cheer up, it’ll be fun. Kinshirou: Hmm... Maybe so, then.
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Kinshirou: ...but I’ll still win at this game. Move.
As you can see behind them, Atsushi has been setting up their tents.
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He’s also the only one to introduce himself to the park ranger. In other words, he continues to be the only useful Sim.
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En is a miracle worker wtf
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Once Atsushi’s done the boring stuff, he can join his boyfriends and spend his time being cute and flirty, as was the point of this vacation.
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Kinshirou lights the fire for no reason. You’d think after part two, he’d have seen enough fire.
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En... get up. What if Atsushi drops that horseshoe?
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He does get up, finally. He has important painting to do.
Yes, I did add the easel to the lot before I brought them here. This vacation is costing $3 more per night than it otherwise would have.
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So much excitement for a mediocre toss. And Atsushi can’t pretend to be impressed because he’s besieged by bugs.
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Maybe En is trying to develop a style reminiscent of a young child’s?
Meanwhile, Kinshirou is still struggling with horseshoes.
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So it’s easy, but you’re still bad at it? Got it.
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Atsushi reassures him until he’s not embarrassed anymore...
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...so now snobbish boredom is his dominant emotion. Look at that face. Why does anyone tolerate him?
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If you’re wondering where En went, he’s taking a shower in here.
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Atsushi’s first attempt at grilling!
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En is drawn back by the promise of Atsushi’s excellent-quality(!!) baked potatoes. They’re sparkling! Atsushi’s so happy :D
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Happy boyfriends, although Atsushi is again plagued by bugs.
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Help him
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Kinshirou wanders off in the middle of a conversation and goes to sleep. En is glad to have an excuse to do to the same.
Atsushi goes to the bathroom, but doesn’t return. When I check on him, I find him like this:
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He’s stargazing. <3 But that’s not the spot I would have chosen, myself.
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The next morning, Atsushi happily makes breakfast. He seems to be moving past any fire-related trauma from his near-death experience in part two.
Kinshirou also goes to the bathroom and doesn’t return. When I find him, not only is he making unnecessary food, he’s making exactly the same thing as Atsushi, except
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wth a lot less skill behind it.
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He burns himself. :c Just go eat breakfast with the others, Kinshirou.
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Kinshirou: En, isn’t Atchan wonderful? He makes the best food, and he’s always so kind...
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En: Yeah, you’re right. Atsushi’s great.
Atsushi looks so embarrassed... Change the subject, guys.
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They’ve ventured out to the national park! They’re learning how to fish in case Atsushi ever wants to use fish in a meal.
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They keep gaining friendship with each other and with this girl, even though none of them have said a word. Maybe words aren’t necessary when you’re fishing buddies.
Kinshirou catches two fish before either of the others catch anything. So when Atsushi catches one...
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...he’s super excited.
Finally, to En’s incredulous annoyance, it becomes clear that he won’t catch anything in that spot.
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Poor En-chan.
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...poor En-chan.
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There, back to normal.
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Before they give up altogether on En learning to fish, they’ll try this one other spot. I just really want En to learn how to fish a;lskjf ...but the fish are too crafty for him here, too.
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This is the face of a man who no longer cares.
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Catching the fish made Atsushi confident, so he decides that En will be real impressed if he shows off his muscles. ...It’s sweet of En to humor him.
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I see you back there, bear man. Fuck off.
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I said fuck off.
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If the last screenshot had you wondering, Kinshirou is telling an unbelievable story.
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God damn it they’re all tense now
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Kinshirou mocks the bear costume because I’m annoyed he’s annoyed about the situation. Then the three of them leave, so that they aren’t tense anymore.
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Atsushi cooks his fish while En entertains them all with an adventure story :D
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He follows up with a ghost story. Atsushi hangs on his every word.
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Kinshirou chooses to find it amusing.
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................ I forgot that ghost stories summon ghosts.
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Oops.
He doesn’t stay long, though. The ghost that haunts the picnic table...
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What has En done?!
En: Holy shit, my bad. Kinshirou: Well done, En. Good job.
Atsushi, in the background, is preoccupied. He’s exposing himself to the source of his fears in order to lessen the fear. No ghosts will get in the way of his exposure therapy.
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They go back to their campsite, where the ghost is not. Kinshirou hopes that if he goes to sleep, he’ll be less freaked out about the ghost in the morning. En has other ideas for how to dispel his tension. Atsushi never even noticed the ghost to begin with, but he’s happy to go along with En.
...at which point I remember that this is the first Enatsu WooHoo! Congrats, guys. They get a happy moodlet from good WooHoo, as well, like En and Kinshirou did that once (except theirs was from “spectacular” WooHoo but ok whatever).
Kinshirou and Atsushi have never had a WooHoo so good they got a happy moodlet. I guess En is just really good at WooHoo.
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Morning activities c:
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Atsushi made this meal twice and it was poor quality both times. Fish tacos 2.0. At least he’s not so heartbroken about it this time.
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This screenshot has no narrative value. I just thought it was cute.
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The food was so bad it made them all feel sick... Oh, well. Atsushi is still learning.
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En... I know you’re a slob, but there are limits...
“From the moist depths of the trash, En has recovered: 1 baconite.” Congratulations, En. Was it worth it.
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It wouldn’t be a Kinatsuen Sims post without a screenshot of Atsushi looking distressed. This is why I put you in your tent to relax, Atsushi!! Just rest for a little while, you’ll feel better soon.
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He takes it out on the bugs instead. I guess that works too.
This is the moodlet Kinshirou got after he and Atsushi WooHooed:
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But this is Atsushi’s:
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Kinshirou, you worry too much. Atsushi liked it, see? It looks like I spoke too soon about no happy moodlets from Kinatsu WooHoo, although it’d have been nice if they’d both gotten it.
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But Kinshirou must not be too mortified, because he accepts Atsushi’s offer to be BFFs.
...and only afterwards did I realize that you can’t have multiple BFFs, and there’s no mod to make it possible. I guess it doesn’t matter too much, but poor En.
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This is the only couple that hasn’t WooHooed in a tent yet. They should have a turn.
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...but really that’s only an excuse to get them doing something else so that Atsushi can wander off and harvest wild things guilt-free. I want him to learn herbalism.
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He identifies things by eating them, which makes me nervous. But the WooHoo back there seems to be going well.
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lol.
Kinshirou now has two concurrent WooHoo moodlets. I’m proud of him.
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Desperate for culture and civilization, he decides to view this big statue. But the bugs have other plans.
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Dont look so resigned, En. Maybe it’ll go better this time.
(It did go better! He caught a fish. But I was following Kinshirou around in his herbalism journey and missed it.)
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This again... If they can’t learn that every time you poke a fire with a stick, the stick catches fire, maybe they should just stay away from fire.
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Because En is a lazy Sim, he doesn't jog when he has to go long distances like the other two do. As a result, it takes him a million years to go places. They all started to head back to the campsite at the same time, but Atsushi has already cooked and eaten dinner, and Kinshirou has burned a stick as well, by the time En deigns to show up.
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After dinner, Atsushi asks Kinshirou to go stargazing. <3
There aren’t many screenshots for the next day because they don’t do much of anything interesting. That’s largely because they sleep very late.
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Kinshirou, pls
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This is not the time to hit on Atsushi. Atsushi is fighting the eternal battle against the bugs.
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Or so I would have said, but whatever En does here, he manages to get Atsushi’s attention.
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...then he turns and starts talking to Kinshirou asldjkf
Atsushi: Hey... En-chan... I’m still up for... you know... you didn’t forget already, did you?
They all keep rolling whims to get married to each other but hey don’t have enough money or friends for a nice wedding yet asdl;jfk and they would be sad in the end if they had the quick, boring type of Sim wedding. They’ll have to daydream quietly about it for a little while longer.
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En ends the trip with another story. Not a ghost story this time, though. He learned his lesson. This is a fairytale. Soon afterwards, when he and Kinshirou are stargazing, Kinshirou gets homesick :C Poor baby, he’s not meant for camping.
The next day, without fanfare or screenshots, they head home. I think their vacation was good for them, but Atsushi has no vacation days left, so lets hope he doesn't set himself on fire again before he earns another one.
Will they ever get to see the community lots built and chosen especially for them? Will they get a cat? Will I, in fact, pick up The Sims again at all? When in the world will En and Atsushi have compatible work schedules so that they don’t have to run away into the wilderness to be together? Only time will tell.
Epilogue:
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The lion is En’s idea of a painting that inspires confidence.
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noble-pro · 4 years
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Running Dads… Finding time to stay Active
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Being a parent and working can make it tough to find time to keep fit and stay active. All to often I hear that people dont have time to train for something they want to do. It’s TRUE, being a parent is hard, and it is hard to find the right balance. However, it is possible. I have been thinking how much my training has changed since I’ve had kids, and been looking at lots of awesome Dads that continue to do amazing things, whilst inspiring their children, through running. During this blog I want to show you what you can achieve whilst being a parent, by showing you stories of Dads that run. I have a collection of stories from 7 great Dads about how they manage to stay active.
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Before children I was improving all the time, and hitting PB’s time after time. I trained often and hard, and frankly I do not have the time, or desire to do this. My routine is to get up, get the kids sorted, go to work, I work through lunch and get home in time to eat with my family, get the kids ready for bed and get them off to bed. I will often then work in the evening. All of this is very tiring, and it’s hard to find the motivation to train. I spend the weekend trying to have quality time with the family, so it seems impossible to fit in training. I overcome this by cycling to work, which keeps me active. I have a treadmill at home and add the odd run in a few times a week. Then I always try to do something at the weekend. I use my pacing as a long training run, and usually take my family with me. This means we explore together as a family, I’m missing for the Sunday morning, but the rest of the weekend is spent doing family activities. If we are on holiday doing an event I will often end up at the Zoo or theme park the day after.
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The biggest tip from me is to enjoy what you are doing. Don’t worry about what anyone else is doing, and don’t worry if you can’t train as much as anyone else. Do what you can, and structure your expectations accordingly. To put things in perspective, I have completed 4 Ironman events whilst always putting my family first. I haven’t pushed as hard as I could with more training, but I’ve done the best I can, and that’s enough. So whether you want to do a 5k, marathon or Ironman, or just want to go out there and get fit and healthy, you can do it. Dont take my word for it, look at these fantastic Dads: Austin (Insta @thisdadcanrun)
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Prior to taking up running more seriously in January 2018, I was finding it almost impossible to fit in any exercise due to work and family commitments. Becoming a Dad has been the best but I stopped looking after my physical health. Over time my weight had crept up and up, it got to the stage where enough was enough. Something just had to change. I started with the RED January challenge and ran everyday for a whole month and absolutely loved it. I carried on running and started to look for more challenges. I really wanted my children to know me as active, “no one was ever inspired by someone sat on the couch”. A massive highlight was when my son started to ask to come running with me and running together at junior Parkrun is the absolute best. As time went on in my own running I started to step my distances up and my times came down. I took on some half marathons and before I knew it I was committed to take on a full marathon. It’s so tough to balance the demands of training with spending quality time with the family but it is so important. Being healthy yourself is what allows you to be the best you, provide a good role model and keep your energy up to be a top Dad. I tend to try and squeeze runs around my other commitments if I can, for example I love a run commute. It saves so much time and saves having to be stuck on a packed out train. I’m so pleased to have discovered a love of running and am proud of the example I am setting for my kids and to other parents. Jon (Insta @this_man_runs)
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As a father of 5 children (3 sons and 2 step daughters) fitting in time to train and keep fit can be a bit of a challenge. I am rather fortunate that I don’t need much sleep. This means that I am often out pounding the streets in the early hours of the morning. Earlier this year I ran 20 miles before 6 on a work day. I honestly believe that there is time in the day to be had if you get up early enough. I suppose I’m quite lucky that my children are all much older (their ages span 12-18) and therefore like a lie in…or two…so I can be done before anyone has emerged from their pits! However there are occasions when my training doesn’t quite fit around the schedules of dance classes/swimming lessons/football training… and of course…work. During these times I have found it helpful to always travel with running gear in the car. I might not be able to get the scheduled 10 miler in but, whilst the children are attending their classes, I can often get a few miles in, rather than waiting outside dusty halls or in humid swimming pools. On various occasions I’ve incorporated my family into my training. Either joining me on a run or cycling alongside me. We all ran during the Bournemouth Marathon festival in October, the youngest three (Alice, Francis and Eve) the 5k, my wife Hannah and my 16 yr old son Ewan ran the 10k whilst my eldest son Jon-Joe ran the marathon with me. I couldn’t be more proud. The biggest benefit to being an active Dad is that the children see the hard work that goes into it. They understand the work that I have put into it and are therefore under no illusions about how hard work translates into rewards. This is a lesson that also translates to their schoolwork and they have definitely picked up on that too. Finally I think it’s important to ensure that I thank my family (particularly my wife) for the support they give me. It certainly helps knowing that they are all wanting me to do my best too. Grant (Insta @runwithless)
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My Dad is an active dad. He ran the first ever Great North Run in 1981 and London Marathon in 1982, amongst other running events. He inspired me to start running and as an active dad myself now, I hope to inspire my daughter in the same way. Running may seem like a solo pursuit, but it really is a collaboration. My training is only made possible by the help and support of the people around me. During the week I’m fortunate enough to work next to a parkrun location and have a flexible & understanding employer with shower facilities. This enables me to complete my training for running events most days, either on my lunch break or run commutes to and from work. Using this time to consistently & efficiently get my training done has been the key to successfully training for and achieving my goals. It also means that once I finish work for the day, my training has also been completed so I can be present and focus on family time. On weekends my supportive wife gives me time first thing on a morning to complete a long run and often a parkrun on saturday – sometimes my wife & daughter come along to cheer too. My advice for active dads is to share your training with your family. Earlier in the year whilst training for my first marathon, we ran parts of my training long runs together, whether it was joining me for the first 2K or the last 5K of my run. It took on a greater meaning than just marathon training. It was about creating memories together, capturing them with video, inspiring my daughter and making my family proud. I eventually ran Manchester Marathon in a time of 03:48:14. Whilst I was delighted to achieve a sub4 time at the first attempt, it was never about time. I found greater meaning – taking the family marathon baton from my Dad. Hopefully, I can pass it onto my Daughter in the future. Most importantly, I got to share and experience, not only race day, but the full marathon training journey with my family. Marcus (insta @themarathonmarcus)
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I’m currently training for a sub 3 hour marathon, my recent result was 3:01. My training consists of mainly easy paced runs, with two workout sessions a week. I run a minimum of 50+ miles week most of the year, to maintain consistency in my training. Training around family and work is really tough. I do my runs before work, so I can get home after work to lessen the time impact with my family. You hear a lot about the importance of sleep and recovery, well it’s not always easy or achievable as I’d like, say if my kids sick. Or if I return from a long run, I still have to do my dad duties even if my legs have checked out for the day. Concurrently prioritising family time and my running goals, requires clear communication and planning with my family to make things work. Jonathan (Twitter @jonathancalver)
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I have been running on and off for the last 20 years, the first race I have a picture from was Standalone 10k in 1996. For the last 5 years running has become a large part of my life, there are not many weekends when we, as a family, are not running. These five years also coincide with having our son. Before our son as born, we visited the Mother and Baby show and came away with a Thule Chariot, a superb running buggy with baby hammock, head rest, cosy toes, bottle holder etc etc, just what every excepting family needs. Looking back this was the baby accessory we had the most use from. As soon as Tommy was old enough he came out with us in the Chariot for runs and we kept this up until he was 4 years old doing mostly training runs, Parkrun and the odd race. The older he became, the longer the runs became. It was great to be able to interact with him whilst out running and it also passed the time much quicker, he also offered great encouragement, “go faster daddy” was often heard along route 51 in Bedfordshire. It was soon after we started doing Parkruns that the days of the running buggy were numbered, Tommy would be keen to get out and start running along side the buggy, when he’d had enough would climb back in then off we’d go again, our fastest Parkrun as a duo was 20:40. After the running buggy running became more difficult, we needed to go out separately. We managed this using the evenings, alternate evenings of running and early mornings at the weekend. Most Saturday’s I would do a long run to get to our local Parkrun, then cheer from the cafe with Tommy. On Sunday’s if not racing, I would drive to the junior Parkrun and my partner would run to it, allowing us both time with our son and also getting the miles in for any upcoming events. I am very lucky to have my family’s support and encouragement at most races, it gives a great boost seeing them on the course and getting the best high 5’s. I hope Tommy continues to enjoy his running as much a he is currently and I can’t wait to run and support him in his races in the future. Anthony (Twitter @dads_running)
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It’s hard to put into words just how important running is to me. My main reason for heading out, sun, rain, hail… whatever the weather, is that my children grow up knowing about the sacrifices that you need to make to keep fit and active and to see the importance of doing so. Personal fitness of mind and body is also incredibly important to me, and the bling after running an event always hangs proudly. Balance though, is everything. I find that the best time to run; for my family to ensure that I don’t miss out on time with them, and for myself and the way in which my body responds to exercise, is first thing in the morning. I wake up, pack my bag for the day, drive to work and run from there. It also allows me to miss the rush hour traffic so whilst I don’t have many opportunities to sleep in, I spend less time behind the wheel. Probably around 2 1/2 hours a week. I also try to avoid long runs at the weekend. I often see on social media, some fantastic running by people in training and the weekends is where they are able to fit their long runs in. It just isn’t something that works for me. Now and again; but not every week, and certainly not when there are plans for the day ahead with the family. The last thing I want them to feel like is that they are second on my priority list after running so I go when it only interferes with my own time. Tim (Twitter @timsrunworld)
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I’m a father of four, have a full-on teaching and management job, a passion for running and importantly, an understanding partner! I know that when I’m happiest is when I’m getting the balance right between work and play. For me, running is time for me to do something I enjoy, let off some emotional steam, process what’s on my mind or switch off completely and to stay fit and healthy. I strive to be a positive role model to my family, friends and fellow runners! I’d always been a footballer and cricketer until the children came along and I found that there just weren’t the hours in a day I could commit to these sports. I knew I wanted to keep exercising and so I turned to running – an activity I can do relatively cheaply and can be out the door when a window of opportunity presents itself. As life is so busy, particularly in term time, I tend to fit my running in during lunchtime breaks, or as a commute, though working a bit further away from home makes this more challenging. As I am now a qualified running coach, I get to practice what I preach in those sessions sometimes, so that’s a win there too! I do tend to get a longer run in at the weekend, particularly if I’m training for a longer race. I’ll tend to do these early in the morning, or after the kids have gone to bed. We are parkrun fans too, often going en masse to our local parkrun! I’m a member of Long Eaton Running Club, and being around like-minded people is such a comforting place to be – it makes me realise I’m not overly obsessed, I just enjoy a hobby like the rest of them! I’ve made a lot of friends there and there are more opportunities for racing or running with others through the club. I recently enjoyed helping the Couch to 5k group that we run twice a year! This year, I’ve managed to PB at marathon (2:55) and 10k (36:00) distances (hopefully 5k and half marathon too later on this year!), gain my Coach in Running Fitness qualification and start coaching fellow runners too. I’ve also managed to win a pair of trainers and with my running club, the local summer league of road races too! Whenever I find myself in a new place, I love getting the trainers on and going for an explorun to familiarise myself with the area, even if just a little bit! Finally, and very importantly, I have a partner who supports and encourages me in my running. Without her understanding, I wouldn’t be able to maintain my level of fitness, which is so important to me. The key thing for me is trying to look ahead and plan when I could go for a run. If I don’t think about it, I know it won’t happen in the busyness of life and if it doesn’t happen, it’ll be to my detriment, so the onus is on me. Running Dads
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As you can see, there are plenty of ways to fit in a run, even as a busy dad. Whether that means getting up early, or going out late, or including them along the way. Some families will love to join in, others will be happy as long as it doesn’t take over every weekend. One thing we all have in common though, is we all recognise the importance of sharing the experience with the family, and we all have wonderful supportive wives (I know I couldn’t do it without mine). It can be hard to find the time as a dad, and there are many reasons that may prevent us from getting out there. But if you make the effort, include the family, and have fun together, it can be so rewarding and a great way to inspire our children. I love watching my children run kids races where they are on offer at my events. They get so much joy from taking part. I know looking at them that I am setting a positive, healthy example, and giving them the best possible start in life. How do you manage to find the balance between staying active, looking after you family and work? I would love to hear about it, let me know in the comments.   Read the full article
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my queen my angel my number one favourite writer could you do one of those lil au thingys for Minhyuk please??? You don't have to obvs but if you wanna that'd be great I liVe for your blog I literally check it like 4 times a day and I'm so excited for your jooheon college au bcos he is my number 1 but u r also my number 1 ok I'm done sorry thank u in advance if you do this xxxxx
waaa so many compliments,,,,,,,im currently feeling my heart burst hehe!!! thank you for liking my writing, college jooheon is coming really really soon!!
mermaid!minhyuk
his tail is a shimmery pink and coral, and the gills on his neck and scales that highlight his cheek are really pretty and always look like there’s glitter on them
for the most part he can shift back and forth between human form and mermaid form,,,,but if he touches water,,,,,,,,there’s his tail and he’s left, basically flopping on the floor 
most people know he’s a mermaid,,,,,,thanks to changkyun stupidly throwing a water balloon at him at the park and well,,,,,,everyone has come to accept it
nicknamed prince of the sea,,,,because he looks like a prince and is a mermaid and someone (cough jooheon cough) once was even like “you’re like ariel!!!!,,,,,,,,,,,well maybe eric?? he wasn’t a mermaid but he was a prince,,,,,you’re their child minhyuk”
minhyuk: if you ever say that again, ill say you’re the love child of shrek and donkey- so DONT
and since he’s a mermaid,,,,minhyuk can communicate with aquatic animals and well you’re his neighbor who happens to own a pet turtle and ,,,,,,,,,you’re worried
because crush the turtle hasn’t been as active as before,,,he just sits on his rock and doesn’t swim around his tank and you’re like “crush,,,,,,are you ok? are you lonely? am i bad owner,,,,,,,,,” and you decide that since you can’t speak crush’s language, you need to get someone who does
and luckily, your next door neighbor is a mermaid
so when you knock on minhyuk’s door, holding crush in a little pail of water he’s like “,,,,,,is everything ok? am i going to be babysitting your pet turtle?”
and you’re shaking your head, looking really sad because you’re like “can you talk to him???? is he sick??? he hasn’t been eating as much or swimming and i love him,,,,i want to help him.”
and minhyuk is watching you get emotionally broken up over your pet turtle and he thinks it’s kinda funny but he’s holding back a laugh,,,,,that and also,,,,,,,,it’s kinda cute,,,,,,,you care so much about the little guy
and minhyuk is like “sure, let me talk to him but i need to transform to do so,,,,,,,are you ok with sitting in the bathroom with me?”
and so you end up sitting at the edge of minhyuk’s bathtub as he lays in it, tail hanging out the opposite edge
and he’s talking with your turtle as you’re waiting nervously and minhyuk finally returns crush to you and he’s like “he said that he wishes he had a bigger tank, it’s kind of boring because it’s been the same size for too long. maybe you could invest in a bigger one with more pebbles and stuff???” 
and you’re like “oh,,,,,,,,he isn’t sick??????? or mad at ,,,,,me????” and minhyuk laughs and is like no, no he likes you as an owner very much
and you’re like WHAT A RELIEF MY TURTLE LIKES ME
but also you smile and then notice suddenly that minhyuk is there,,,,,,,shirtless,,,,,,,tail,,,,,,,,,,wet,,,,,,,,,and you automatically look down and are like “sorry!!!!!!! i didn’t mean to stare,,,,,,” and minhyuk is like “most people stare when they see my mermaid form,,,,,,,it’s weird right?”
and you’re like “no!!!!! you’re so pretty,,,,,” and minhyuk is flattered,,,,because oh,,,,,,that’s so nice of you to say
and then he’s suddenly getting flushed and you’re like ???? and minhyuk is like “sorry, your turtle keeps asking me silly questions,,,,,,” and you’re like “oh???? what’s he asking????”
and minhyuk is like “he’s asking,,,,,,,,if im you’re,,,,,,,mermaid,,,,,,,,ma,,,,,mate,,,,,,,,,,,,,” and you’re like OH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,crush!!!!!!!!
and you look at your turtle and you’re like don’t be rude even though it can’t understand you but minhyuk is like looking away and he can’t really get up until the water goes down the drain
and you’re like “ill keep you company so it isn’t boring ^^” and you and minhyuk talk and you click so well
and then the water is almost gone and minhyuk is like qUICk,,,,close the shower curtain!!!! and you’re like why- and he’s like “i transform back nude,,,,,”
and you jump up like wOAH,,,,ok im closing it!!!!!!!!!
both you and minhyuk blushing on each side of it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but it’s cute,,,,,,,,,,,,your neighbors crushing on you,,,,,,,and you’re crushing on your (mermaid) neighbor,,,,,,,,,hehu
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Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕
Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grassOr if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag
Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.
Anyways
 RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC
Yoosung
Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that
You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90
‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands
want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)
its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘
You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you
Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile
His hands never moved so fast
‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’
‘fuck off’
Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had
But what he did have was his games
He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately
“Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”
It was over in minutes
Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base
Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after
hey man what the fuck
dude give me my shit back
fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please
dude please
Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”
In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile
It had been deleted
Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face
Until
“My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek
He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick
Jaehee
It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee
Ding.
Huh? New message.
Ding ding ding
You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app 
When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower
Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely
r u lonely to?
how about u be my valentine and we can go out??
You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”
come on babe
dont b like that
we can have fun
Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side
“Mc is everything alright?
“Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly
“Well your first problem is you apologized.” 
“Huh?”
Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”
“o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed
“Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower
She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it
Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you
ever
Zen
He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job
But when you get creepy mail from his followers
NO NO NO NO NO
You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address
One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them
“My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you
It was much creepier
It was a bunch of letters from some guy 
‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’
The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.
You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender
“Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”
“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”
“YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”
20 mins later
He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough
“Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge
After a few minutes of silence
..”I have an idea.”
Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”
Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe. 
He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course. 
Jumin
Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work
You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do
And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel
you look really nice in your profile picture
is that designer? man you got money to
you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?
You were appalled. 
“Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock. 
The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag
But nope
Same douchebag. Different site. 
why’d you block me? playing hard to get?
“How’d you find my profile?”
it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*
You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.
Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.
He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered. 
“Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.” 
“Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”
What
What do you mean
What guy
How
You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.
“Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”
You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon
Seven
You don’t even waste time
The second you get the first creepy message
hey hot stuff
You hand your phone to Seven
He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face
Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.
Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back
‘Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file 
It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.
“What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back
With a big smirk on his face:
“Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages  on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”
You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”
“You already did” He laughs
“Huh?”
“You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.
You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough
And you did
The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics
And all your app icons were selfies
And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker
“SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”
V
V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around
Ding
V looked to see your phone light up on the table 
“MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs
“Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back 
“Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture  “What in the world”
my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)
V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this 
‘I dont’ He typed back.
awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out
“No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board
playing hard to get? i like
V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”
there was no reply for a moment
my friend said this was a girl
“I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away”
There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection
With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation
He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep. 
Saeran
You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app
Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue
When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages
hey babe
hey
wanna be my valentine
i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either
we can keep each other company ;)
You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand
“Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half
wow ur not very polite
“I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl
come on baby dont be like that
You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad
“Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.” 
“Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”
Ding
Both your eyes shot back to the screen
so you’ll come see me ;)
Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting
Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head
He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.
After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.
“You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.
He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”
You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”
“Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”
You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.
..
That night you were awoken to 
Dingdingdingdingding
You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app
Iuwefjkgl
ahfuoieqhwf
please helpfehofejijeqiue
…..
I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.
You knew immediately. 
“Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text
All you got back was “:)” 
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Inside The Chilling Online World Of The Women Of ISIS
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Inside The Chilling Online World Of The Women Of ISIS
Conversations between young women who claim to be ISIS members living in Syria provide a disturbing insight into the everyday lives of female militants.
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The Facebook profiles embedded in the original version of this story have been deactivated and replaced with screenshots of the pages. “All of those pages have been removed as they violate our standards, which don’t permit terrorist groups to use our site,” Facebook communications manager Andrew Souvall confirmed. BF_STATIC.timequeue.push(function () document.getElementById(“update_article_update_time_3795746”).innerHTML = UI.dateFormat.get_formatted_date(‘2014-09-12 12:12:32 -0500’, ‘update’); );
2. Twenty-year-old Aqsa Mahmood recently made headlines around the world when her parents revealed that she had run away from her home in Scotland and traveled to Syria to join the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS) and marry a militant.
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Courtesy Mahmood Family
3. Like many young women, Mahmood has several social media profiles, including a Tumblr page (which she has been updating regularly from Syria) under the name Umm Layth.
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4. A look at her blog’s archive reveals her intense interest in Islam and apparent desire to become a jihadi. It also shows communications with other like-minded women, such as the one below, which was posted before Mahmood left her home in November 2013.
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fa-tubalilghuraba.tumblr.com / Via Image posted October 28, 2013.
5. Mahmood’s first Twitter account, @UmmLayth_, has been deactivated, but since November 18, 2013, she has been tagged in images and posts by other young men and women who claim to be living in Syria.
My sisters @UmmLayth_ Umm Haritha & Umm Ubaydiah ♡ (@Al_Khanssaa)May Allah unite us soon
— _UmmWaqqas (@ام وقاص)
6. The women refer to immigrating to the “Islamic state” as “hijrah,” or pilgrimage. Posts on Twitter indicate that she planned the journey with other young women she met online.
My sisters. We made hijrah together, May Allāh grant us shahada together & unite us in Jannah @UmmLayth_ @bintladen1
— Al_Khanssaa (@أم عبيدة)
7. In Syria, Mahmood began updating her blog with descriptions of her life as a member of ISIS. In April 2014, she posted that she had set up a new Twitter account.
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8. The account and its interactions indicate that it’s likely being run by an English-speaking young woman living in Syria.
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Twitter: @AlBrittaniyah
9. Tumblr posts and tweets indicate that Mahmood has married a “mujahid”, the word ISIS fighters use for themselves.
Only after becoming the wife of a Mujahid do you realise why there is so much reward in this action.
— AlBrittaniyah (@.)
10. (Mahmood’s parents have confirmed that she is now married.)
Once you make Hijrah feesabeelilah then your Husband is your only family, and to be able to sacrifice that is always easier said than done.
— AlBrittaniyah (@.)
11. An examination of the accounts followed by Mahmood’s purported pages reveal communications with many other young women who claim to be ISIS members living in Syria.
Next to one of the street art with @AlBrittaniyah and umm haritha.
— Al_Khanssaa (@أم عبيدة)
12. A Facebook search of the usernames followed by Mahmood’s account yields similar results. The women of ISIS appear to have established networks across social media platforms, which they use to connect with one another and recruit other women.
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Facebook: Muslim-Women-In-Jihad
13. Some use Ask.fm to answer questions about the process of traveling to Syria to join the insurgency.
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ask.fm / Via Google Cache: this account has been deleted.
14. The instant messaging app KiK is how these women communicate with those seriously considering making the journey.
Wallah one of the things most loved to me is when a sister sincerely kiks me because she wants me to help her make hijrah.
— Al_Khanssaa (@أم عبيدة)
15. Interested parties are directed to online guides with step-by-step instructions on how to get to ISIS-controlled territory — including advice on how to deceive Turkish customs agents.
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16. On multiple platforms, the women of ISIS offer advice and encouragement to those debating joining the group.
sisters who are coming dont take your eyes of ur luggage or u’ll never see it again. keep it with u so I don’t have to tell u #itoldyouso
— bintladen1 (@Jihadi Jane)
17. This online support is necessary, since some women make the journey without their family’s permission. In a blog post, Mahmood explains how to deal with familial pressure.
The first phone call you make once you cross the borders is one of the most difficult things you will ever have to do. Your parents are already worried enough over where you are, wether you are okay and what’s happened. How does a parent who has little Islamic knowledge and understanding comprehend why their son or daughter has left their well off life, education and a bright future behind to go live in a war torn country. Most likely they will blame themselves, they will think they have done something. But until they truly understand from the bottom of their heart that you have done this action sincerely for Allah’s sake they will live in hope that you will return. They might assume this is a ‘phase’ you are going through or a huge mistake you have made. I know of people who have been here in Shaam for over 2 years and their parents still try to persuade them to come back and live in false hope. Make Duaa that Allaah makes it easy for your parents to understand and accept your Hijrah feesabeelilah.
Sometimes it would be easier for you to accept your parents disowning you and wanting nothing to do with you.
However when you hear them sob and beg like crazy on the phone for you to come back it’s so hard. Wallahi it’s so hard to hear this and I can never do justice to how cold hearted you feel. But as long as you are firm and you know that this is all for the sake of Allah then nothing can shake you inshaAllaah.
18. The posts by these women — many of whom claim to have traveled to ISIS-occupied Syria from Western countries — provide a chilling look into the everyday lives of these female militants.
Proud of Mujahideen I love Mujahideen becauseThey Are our Protector……. <3 #IS #Khilafah
— MinaMiinaaa (@Mina Mina)
19. Under ISIS’ rule, women are required to cover themselves in public. The niqab, a head covering that only reveals a woman’s eyes, is mandatory.
Every woman in #Raqqa wears hijab shar’i. #ISIS #Syria. Dawlatul Islam Baqiyah!
— Ghareeba_7 (@أم هريرة #ﺑﺎﻗﻴﺔ)
20. Some women appear to have chosen to cover up more than is required, adding gloves and additional veils so none of their skin can be seen.
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21. Sharia law is strictly enforced, according to the women.
Drove passed the body of the man who was crucified in manbij for raping a 70 year old. Perks of living under the shade of Shariah :p
— Al_Khanssaa (@أم عبيدة)
22. (Islamic law dictates that the punishment for stealing is the loss of a hand.)
Alhumdulilaah there were 4 hand cuttings in Mimbej yesterday. & 1 was a man who was nearly a part of Doula (he was doing a Shareeah course)
— AlBrittaniyah (@.)
23. All work ceases for the daily prayers.
Written on the van Forbidding the evil & enjoining in the good,that goes around town telling shops to close for salah
— Al_Khanssaa (@أم عبيدة)
24. Polygamy is practiced, they say.
Being in a place where my 22 year old bro casually has three wives & not having to worry is beautiful
— SistersHayaa (@LIONESS!!!)
25. And it appears from the women’s posts as if some non-Muslim women are kept as slaves.
Walked into a room, gave salam to everyone in the room to find out there was a yazidi slave girl there as well.. she replied to my salam :/
— UmmAnwar_ (@Umm Anwar)
26. These posts and images from ISIS women are at times surprisingly familiar, such as this Instagram-like sunset photo.
As the sunsets in a part of shaam with @ukhtiB
— UmmAnwar_ (@Umm Anwar)
27. Or this food picture by “Umm Musab,” whose Twitter profile reads: “american [sic] muhajira living in the blessed land of Sham (Syria).”
dinner the sisters cooked..fish cought from the Furat river (:
— aishasara4 (@UmmMusab)
28. The selfie culture merges with the culture of jihad.
Chilling with the jihaadi twins hehe and @UmmKhattab__ visits us frequently! LOOL blessing from Allah….Khattab! Come upstairs you clothes
— ummkhalid__ (@Al Maghrebiyah)
29. Weapons are featured prominently.
My kalash :’) not really it belongs to someone else but it’s very nice lol
— UmmAnwar_ (@Umm Anwar)
30. Many of the most active women of ISIS on social media claim to be UK citizens.
Best thing ive done in my 18 years in this world is come to the blessed land of shaam and leave Britain the land of kuffar
— UmmKhattab__ (@Al jazraweeya)
31. Although they don’t claim to have any loyalty to their homelands.
So there’s a threat by David Cameron to revoke our passports. If I could I would burn my passport and send the ashes right to your door step
— Al_Khanssaa (@أم عبيدة)
. @Al_Khanssaa is it healthy for me to do an hourly countdown can’t wait lool
— bintladen1 (@Jihadi Jane)
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And we sacrificed all of that for the best in akriah were not stupid young brainwashed females weve come here to syria for ALLAH alone
— UmmKhattab__ (@Al Britaniyaa)
I might be only 18 but I know coming to shaam the best decision staying in the UK completely diminishes your islam
— UmmKhattab__ (@Al Britaniyaa)
36. In an update to her blog on Thursday, Mahmood echoed this sentiment, vowing that she and her fellow insurgents would only return to their homelands “to raise our flag.”
All of us disassociated ourselves from our families, friends and societies. We make it known to the world that never has our allegiance been to the Scottish, British, Swedish, American, Canadian etc…. government. Wallahi we are free of those living in the West who know and proclaim the Shahadah while being beneath the feet of the Kuffar. Ittaqullah.
Know this Cameron/Obama, you and your countries will be beneath our feet and your Kufr will be destroyed, this is a promise from Allah swt that we have no doubt over. If not you then your grandchildren or their grandchildren. But worry not, somewhere along the line your blood will be spilled by our cubs in Dawlah. We have conquered these lands once Beithnillah we will do it again. Read up on your History, and know that it will repeat itself, you will pay Jizyah to us just like you did in the past. This Islamic Empire shall be known and feared world wide and we will follow none other than the Law of the one and the only ilah!
So our answer to our passports being confiscated? Wow wallahiil Adheeem biggest joke of this week. The only time we will ever, ever return to those lands beithnillah is to raise our flag.
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37. The Facebook page Diary of a Muhajirah provides a fascinating look into this society and the ISIS way of life. The blogger is a Western woman who originally travelled to Syria to work as a doctor.
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38. In one post, the woman, who calls herself Bird of Jannah, describes her arranged marriage to her militant husband two months after she arrived in Syria. They met and were married on the same day.
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39. Her posts suggest the marriage is a happy one.
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40. Marriage to a fighter is essentially a requirement for all women who join ISIS. Since they are forbidden from engaging in armed combat, their primary role appears to be taking care of their husbands, and, eventually, children.
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41. Unmarried women live in a group home called a “maqar” until their marriages are arranged and approved.
Single Sisters who wish to come here you get married, if not yous will be staying in a maqar #IS
— UmmAnwar_ (@Umm Anwar)
42. Mahmood explains this to female would-be jihadis on her blog. “It’s most appropriate and better for the sisters to get married sooner.”
I have stressed this before on twitter but I really need sisters to stop dreaming about coming to Shaam and not getting married. Wallahi life here is very difficult for the Muhajirat and we depend heavily on the brothers for a lot of support. It is not like the west where you can casually walk out and go to Asda/Walmart and drive back home… even till now we have to stay safe outside and must always be accompanied by a Mahram.
Even though we are living in land which is under the control of Doula, there are still a lot of munafiqeen roaming the streets openly. Unless of course if you have family here, if your father or brother is here then it is a different situation. Regardless, it’s most appropriate and better for the sisters to get married sooner.
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44. Many of the brides of ISIS are young. This newly engaged woman lists her age as 21 on her Facebook profile.
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45. The constant fighting leaves many new wives alone for lengths of time. “Nothing beats the palpitation that a Mujahid’s wife has whilst checking list names of the Martyrs,” one wife explained.
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46. As a result, many of these new brides are soon widowed (and remarried, after an appropriate amount of time).
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47. Although the men do the fighting, the women of ISIS use social media to glorify the group’s horrific “victories”. Many women, including this self-proclaimed UK citizen, posted graphic images of journalist James Foley being beheaded by an insurgent.
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48. One ISIS woman (whose Facebook profile claims that she went to a Chicago high school) complained about not being able to post graphic decapitation images on her page.
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49. These are women who “LOL” about beheadings as they defend them.
We worship Allah and we do what is best for our deen even if that means beheading a kaffir. Fear Allah and strike fear in the kuffar’s heart
— UmmAnwar_ (@Umm Anwar)
Lol I have American journalists asking me questions about why muhajirahs like nutella while dawla is capturing and killing their colleagues
— Al_Khanssaa (@أم عبيدة)
51. They use Twitter to mock journalists who write about them.
LoolHow the news speaks the opposite love my husband alhamdulillah ❤
— jafarbritaniya (@Umm Ja’far)
These journalist are so annoying no wonder they get kidnapped audibillah
— UmmKhattab__ (@Al Britaniyaa)
53. And express the desire to fight and behead people themselves.
If we ever get hold of her I call dibs on cutting her head plz @UmmLayth_ @Al_Khanssaa https://t.co/K3VTQZ6feP
— bintladen1 (@Jihadi Jane)
54. In a chilling exchange, one woman jokes and laughs with a friend about the first time they saw a dead body.
@aishasara4 loool yes and seeing for the first time a dead body loooool hahahahahha that was so funny
— ummyusuf22 (@ام يوسف)
@ummyusufal__ hahahahaha omg I completely forgot about that hahaha subhanAllah ahhh..ahh there having a convoy here in Raqqah today #Khilafa
— aishasara4 (@UmmMusab)
56. On 9/11, many gleefully posted about the anniversary of the terrorist attacks against America.
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Happy #9/11 Happiest day of my life.Hopefully more to come InSha Allah #IS
— jafarbritaniya (@Umm Ja’far)
The day Osama Bin Laden made America taste it’s own medicine!! Its not nice to see your people die right 9/11
— UmmKhattab__ (@Al Britaniyaa)
59. Or posted about the “hero” and “martyr” Osama bin Laden.
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60. Instead of being afraid of possible US action, they claim to be excited about the opportunity to kill more non-Muslims.
I am more then confident that no one in dawlah fears US invasion in fact we are all pretty excited more shuhadah and more slaying kuffar
— UmmKhattab__ (@Al Britaniyaa)
61. The women of ISIS, like the men, are confident of their eventual victory.
Victory or martyrdom Bi’ithnilahi ta3la
— SistersHayaa (@LIONESS!!!)
They have taken an oath of death whenever the enemy invadesThey seek the gardens of eternity, and they fulfill their oath
— bintladen1 (@Jihadi Jane)
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