#PartTwo

[theacademysaga]

[melaninisntcheap]

tell me something good 😉

[isabelreitemeyer]

h a p p y e a s t e r

[writtenbycharlotte]

I wish I had fancier writing! 😅🌚 Anyway, part two of my writing journey went live yesterday (the link is in my bio!) 🌙 I wrote about how I plan to write a novel/ ‘how I try to plan’ 📖 I have finished reading Almost Midnight by @rainbowrowell and I LOVED IT LOVED IT LOVED IT❤️❤️ Is the cutest little pocket book and two really lovely stories! Feeling really inspired to make sure I write stories that make me feel the way these ones do!🌸�� I am now writing a book review of Turtles All The Way Down by @johngreenwritesbooks which will be out on Monday 🐢🐢🐢 (blogging every Monday at the moment whilst I’m just getting started) - - - #currentlyreading #amreading #readingislife #bookstagram #bookstagramlife #mywritingjourney #parttwo #amwriting #rainbowrowell #almostmidnight #bookbloggers #writingblog

[leezajonee]

love affair with the sun. bite marks and brown tan love stains; a jealous moon. - leezajoneé #odetosanchez #parttwo

[bunch-of-self-insert]

Imagine you notice no matter how much tanner ate he never getting fat

This is Part two of (Imagine you find out tanner has a sweet tooth)

•You suddenly notice when you are about to go out to exercise, then your eyes spotted at tanner.

•He is eating the entire doughnut box by himself alone.

•Tanner always eating a lot of desserts.

•You never see him going out to exercise for once, oh you forgot he's a wanted murderer. He can't be seen after all.

•BUT for what he has eaten shouldn't he gaining more weight?

•he still has a nice body no sign of any fat in his body either.

•suddenly you getting jealous of him.

•Why he always have all that the woman wanted?!!

•some woman can get fat even they are only breathing and this man who does nothing but annoying or murdering people has gotten this gift?!

•you look down at your belly then look up to watch him.

•Damn.

[lumin0usfox]

“ No? I don't know what it's like to be cast out? To not be believed in! To long for... a family...”

~happy Halloween everyone!

[tracybbeautychick]

Back again @meticulousink 😃. Part two ✍️ #calligraphy #writing #saturday #ink #parttwo #dayoff #bath (at Bath, Somerset) https://www.instagram.com/p/Btq4dR8nl2q/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kbhbed9wzcs8

[plaggislife]

Soulmate AU - Skin Markings Part 2

Part two, you guys!!

Marinette was at her desk, scribbling away at her sketchbook.  She had so many ideas!! There was no way she could fail this one.  To get her name out into the designing world...and at such a young age! This was a chance she could not pass up. 

She nearly had a heart attack when she felt it.  Something crawling on the skin of her left arm.  She leapt away from the desk, rubbing violently at her skin, chanting, "BugbugbugbugEEEWWW!!!"

"Marinette, what's wrong?" Tikki's startled voice came from her perch up in the loft. 

"I--I--Where is it?!" Marinette continued to scratch at her skin.  She could feel its little legs, sense its little pinchers just waiting to-- "Wait, are those words?"

Yes, they were, in fact, words.  Three of them, written in elegant--yet somehow awkward, as they'd been written on the inside of an arm--cursive.  'Are you okay?'

"You're soulmate?" Tikki asked in a bewildered tone.  "I thought you said he was dead?"

"I...I assumed he was.  He's never written before and I just...huh?"

"Well...maybe you should answer him."

"'Are you okay?'" Marinette repeated aloud, and gave Tikki a look of confusion.  "What does that even mean?"

"I think it means he's asking if you're okay," Tikki said slowly.  "Tell him yes." 

Marinette stared for another moment and then reached shakily for a pen.  However, rather than answering with a simple 'yes,' like any normal person would, she wrote the only coherent words her mind could make up at the moment: 'You're ALIVE?' Then she quickly followed up with a: 'I mean, yes! I am okay.'

The boy's response was immediate, the sensation of his writing only a fraction better than before.  'Omg you scared me to death don't ever do that again.'

Marinette gave a shaky laugh and sat carefully on the edge of her chaise, placing her head in her hands.  "Tikki...Tikki, I have a soulmate."

Before the kwami could respond, he started writing again: 'Hello?'

She scrambled for a pen.  'Sorry, I'm processing.  I've spent my whole life thinking you were dead and now I know you're not and it's just' Marinette paused.  'Wait, why wouldn't I be okay?' She ran to her window, searching for signs of an akuma, then looked down as he started writing again. 

'Well, I hadn't heard from you since yesterday, and you've never gone that long before without drawing something, so I was worried something had happened to you.'

They were quickly running out of arm space. 

'Oh.  I guess that makes sense.  I mean, I assumed you died a long time ago just because you'd never written so...'

'Yeah, sorry about that.  It's just my dad.  He doesn't like me marking my skin or whatever.'

'Omg I'm so sorry!! I can stop if you'

The boy interrupted before she could finish her message, writing over her last few words.  'No! Please, don't stop writing to me.  Some days you're all I have, and I don't think I could bear to lose that.  Please.' He paused.  'Don't worry about it.  Your messages are easy enough to hide with concealer, but when I write on myself, the ink smears and it looks weird I guess.' He paused again.  'Please don't stop?'

Marinette stared down at her arm for another moment, and then met Tikki's wide-eyed gaze from where she hovered near her.  "'Some days you're all I have?'" Marinette quoted.  She sank back into the chaise.  "Tikki, this poor boy..." She took up her pen again when she felt his press into her skin, interrupting him with a quick, 'Okay.  I won't stop.'

It took him a minute to answer.  'Promise?'

She choked up a bit, but smiled down at her arm as she wrote, 'Promise.'

'Cool :)' the boy wrote.  'So...how come you've been so quiet lately?'

'I've been brainstorming ideas for the Agreste design contest in a few months.  Don't have much so far, but you know.'

'Oh! Speaking of which, I was thinking.  Yesterday you wrote sundress, but I was looking at the contest details, and it says the winner's design will be worn by the Designer's son in the summer show.  Now, I'm sure Adrien would be pleased to wear anything made by someone as lovely as yourself, but a sundress might be a bit uncomfortable for someone of his...physical stature?'

Marinette stared down at her arm, which was now nearly filled with words.  She moved to write beneath her other wrist, grateful for the practice she'd had using her non-dominant hand for things; her words were entirely legible, if a bit lest neat than those written by her dominant hand.  'Shoot, I forgot about that.'  She sighed.  'Looks like I'm back to square one, then.'

The boy adapted flawlessly to writing on the other arm; Marinette wondered for a moment if he was ambidextrous.  'I'm sure it'll be just fine.  I've seen your designs...[insert name here?], and I know you'll do great no matter what :)'

'Marinette,' she told him quickly.  'And thanks...?'

'Umm...'

'?'

'The thing is...I can't tell you who I am.'

Marinette shared a look with Tikki.  'Oh? How come?'

'It's just that I'm...kinda famous and I don't want you to think of me differently?'

'Oh.  Well that's okay, you don't have to tell me your real name.  Maybe a pseudonym?' Marinette, after spending so long with Chat Noir, knew that names had little to do with who a person was.  As much as she detested the play, Shakespeare made a point in Romeo and Juliet: "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

'A pseudonym...Oh, I know! You can call me Sunshine.'

"Sunshine?" Marinette read aloud, and glanced again at Tikki.  'Why Sunshine?' she wrote to the boy. 

It took him a moment to respond, and when he did, Marinette had to wonder if he was blushing as much as she was. 

'Because most days...you are my sunshine.  My only sunshine.' 

[eventothemoon9795]

"When you constantly being a third wheel" ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[mwgaybachelor]

Tobias- “What is wrong, Charles, it’s late come to bed.”

Charles- “We need to talk Tobias. Please sit with me.”

I sat down, but was apprehensive with his demeanor. He looked sad, and I couldn’t understand why.

Charles- “Tobias, everyone knows what we are doing out here. I can take the ridicule, and the hatred. It is of no concern to me, but I have to think of Lilah. She doesn’t understand, and she doesn’t deserve this. I am afraid we have to stop this charade.”

Tobias- “Charade? It’s not a charade, Charles. We love each other!’

Charles- “I care deeply for you Tobias, but I can not continue to put my daughter at risk. You have to go.”

Tobias- “GO!??  But this is my home?”

Charles- “I am sorry, Tobias, really I am, but Lilah is young and I just can not continue to live this way and risk her life.  They tried to set our home on fire. Please understand. You can have a few days, but you have to leave.

Tobias- “But I have no where to go, no one. I certainly can not go into Windenburg and try to live or get a job....

I broke down sobbing and finally I ran, ran to the beach...

[emmsylou13]

When you finish a season in one day

[tehfabbooty]

A New Light Part Two

Apparently this mission was different from the other ones he was used to. Instead of stealing, Peter’s job was to distract. Being that he’s a twelve-year-old Terran with a baby face, Peter could see how he could distract a few people. But for how long?

“Just long ‘nough for us to get what we came for,"Yondu told him. "Now tell 'em some dumb kid story or somethin’ you Terrans do on Terra.”

As the ship neared whatever planet they were landing on, Peter felt a hard knot in his stomach. He was terrified. What if he couldn’t keep them distracted?

But it’s not like they never failed a job before. Because they have. A lot of the time because of Peter. But he can’t always help it, and Yondu sometimes knew that, but other times Peter would get harsh punishments for it. Like the time Peter failed to steal a jewel a scary animal was guarding. How was he supposed to get it with that thing guarding it? Yondu wouldn’t listen to him and instead made him scrub the walls over and over and over again.

Biting his lip, Peter prepared himself for whatever lied ahead. He could not fail this one. If they succeeded, it meant a happy Yondu. Yondu made sure to embed that into Peter’s brain.

Slowly the ship landed in a dark part of the planet to keep anyone from seeing them. The crew readied themselves while Peter took a huge long breath.

“ 'Member boy, this one’s important. Don’t screw it up,"Yondu growled at him before turning to his crew and yelling, "Alright, remember the plan. Keep quiet, don’t expose yerselves, and if anyone messes it up, ye be lucky to survive.” Some of the crew’s eyes shifted to Peter. Peter shifted uncomfortably.

Peter had to go out first before the crew to start the distraction. He breathed deeply and marched off the ship onto the soil of the strange planet. All around him were bushes and trees, like Terra.

Feeling a little more confident, Peter clutched his Walkman tighter in his pocket and stumbled on. It took about five minutes of walking and nearly tripping before Peter heard voices and seen light.

“I don’t want none a’ that. I ain’t payin’ for all that,"snarled a deep voice.

"Then you don’t get the gun. It’s a package deal,"snapped a cold, hard voice. "I can’t sell the rest of it without the gun.”

“Damn it. You didn’t mention none of that bullshit,"the first voice sneered. "All you told me was you had a good deal on the gun I wanted.”

“I do! It’s this whole thing, Snavesky. You couldn’t buy this package for this price anywhere. This price would be for the gun, and the gun only in most places!"the second voice replied.

"Fine,"he grumbled.

Silence as the men went through the exchange.

"Thanks. But next time tell me shit like this. I wasn’t prepared to buy all of this, Larka. I only needed a gun.”

Peter watched the men go their separate ways before walking through the clearing. He knew not to try to distract those guys. Yondu had told him the people he needed to find were the females. They were the rulers, while the men were the guards. As long as the women were distracted, they couldn’t order the guards to attack the Ravagers.

It was a few more minutes before Peter had found the big white tent Yondu told him about.

“Boy, you find 'em yet? Yer too slow,"Yondu hissed in his ear from the microphone they had placed to communicate.

"Yeah. Just couldn’t move for a few minutes because of two guards in my way,"Peter answered.

"Fine. You go in there and do yer thing, boy. Give us at least fifteen minutes.”

“Okay.”

Peter walked up to the entrance. Hopefully he could do this.

“Oh, Clarice, did I ever tell you the story my husband told me?"a woman’s voice rang from inside.

Now or never, thought Peter.

He pushed through the flaps into the tent to find himself stunned.

It looked like a damn castle. A huge long red carpet led up to steps where five women sat. Pews were lined up on either side of the walkway like a church, but no one sat in them. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling of the tent, while two long tables on either side held food and what Peter could only assume alcohol.

The women were gorgeous. All five looked exactly alike. Long, blond hair in a long braid down to their laps. They had white skin like Peter, but their eyes were a bright purple and they wore the most gorgeous jewelry Peter had ever seen.

"Ooh, a guest,"one of the women piped up.

"How can we assist you?"the one second from the left said.

"I’m, uh, lost. I lost my dad,"Peter began.

"Oh, poor boy!"the middle one squeaked. "You must be terrified. What does your daddy look like?”

Peter decided to lie. “White skin, like me. Brown hair, brown eyes. He has muscles and a dark navy shirt on,"he whispered.

Whatever race they were they must have excellent hearing.

"Are you from Terra, sweetie?"the second from the right asked.

He nodded, trembling for effect.

"Is he here?”

He shook his head. “I got here by myself in a ship. It was my first time flying and I got lost and I found this planet.”

“How old are you, Terran?"the fifth one finally spoke up.

"Twelve,"he said.

"Oh, Clara, he’s still a child. We can’t just ignore this,"one said. She turned to Peter. "What’s your name, dear?”

“Peter Jason Quill.”

“Hello, Peter Jason Quill. My sisters and I are very kind; you are very fortunate to have found us. Do you know your father’s coordinates?”

He shook his head again.

“Okay, dear. It’s too late to contact our authorities. We hardly get any emergency, so they close early. We will let you stay tonight and then we can find your father tomorrow. Okay?"she asked.

Peter nodded.

"And our names are Clara, Clarice, Victoria, Serenity, and Maude. We are the queens of Ethyiopia,"she added. "If you need any help, we can assist you at any time. Now, shall I send a guard to show you our guest rooms?”

Internally Peter panicked. “Uh, yes. But I’m not really tired. I’m a bit hungry, actually.”

The one named Clarice, the first from the right, smiled kindly. “You may fill yourself with whatever you wish, Mr. Quill. The food that lies upon these tables are for visitors. Since you are, unintentionally, a visitor, you may help yourself.”

Feeling guilty for robbing these sweet women, Peter smiled back. “T-thank you, ma'am.”

As Peter searched the food table, he heard a communication device near the women start to buzz to alert them about intruders. Panicked, Peter abandoned the table.

“Uh, I also have allergies. Is there any food here with peanuts or gluten?"he asked nervously and a bit loudly to drown out the radio.

Fortunately, they did not seem to hear the radio. "Oh yes, dear. The food on the right -”

As they explained the food contents on the table, the radio buzzed again. The one closest to it looked at it, eyebrow raised. Feeling the overwhelming need to puke, Peter did the only thing he could do at that moment.

“Oh no. I ate one of the cookies. I can’t have peanuts!"Peter exclaimed. He grabbed his throat dramatically, pretending to choke. He made himself tremble and fall to the ground, convulsing.

The queens screeched. "Oh no! We have an emergency!"Clara squealed. "Poor thing! Call a medic!”

The queens rushed to his side while a medic was called on the radio. Peter, trying his best to look like he was dying, closed his eyes and kept choking himself. His face was red, and his hair was sticking up everywhere from the static.

Static? Peter thought. Then he realized. The electricity in his hands were shocking him. Very little amounts of electricity, but he could now feel it running through his veins and his face, making his hair stand on end.

A medic rushed in just then to cower over Peter. Knowing the medic would find him faking, he gasped, took his hands off his throat, and clenched his fists.

Screams echoed the tent as all lighting went out. The electricity in his fists must have caused that to happen. How, Peter did not know.

“Shit!"the medic cried. "I can’t see the boy -”

A guard ran in suddenly, panting, holding a torch. “Your Majesties, we have intruders trying to steal the precious stone!"he shouted.

Peter frowned. Why would Yondu want a stone? Oh yeah, because he’s Yondu.

Maude swelled in anger. "This can’t be! Stop them, Finnigan!”

Peter knew he could no longer stay here. He jumped to his feet, jumped around the medic and ran straight for the tent’s exit.

“He’s with them! He was faking it as a distraction!"shouted Victoria as Peter ran for his life.

He ran so hard everything hurt but he could not stop. He didn’t hear footsteps following him, but he did not care. Panting, Peter continued to run hard until he found the ship.

He leapt through the bushes and onto the ship’s ramp, not stopping until he got to the kitchen.

He dropped to the floor, breathing and sweating and shaking. Did he fail?

Obviously not, because a few seconds later, heavier, multiple feet were heard boarding the ship along with yells of victory.

Peter sighed a breath of relief. He was not getting punished tonight.

"Hurry, get on the ship. Move!"came Yondu’s voice. He was grinning as he walked into view before disappearing to pilot the ship with his first mate, Kraglin.

When they were far enough away from Ethiyopia, Yondu reemerged and clapped Peter on the back.

"Good job, boy. You helped us steal the stone!"he told him.

"What does it do?"he asked, staring at it with distaste. It was grey, like every other stone.

"Oh, don’t you worry 'bout that, Quill.” Yondu grinned down at him. “Now get to bed. You get tomorrow off for this.”

Peter happily obeyed the captain. A day off! He no longer cared about the stone. Putting it to the back of his mind, Peter rushed to his room and collapsed into bed.

A day off. Yes, Peter thought happily. He finally pleased Yondu for once.

Smiling, Peter put his headphones on and pushed play, falling asleep to “Southern Nights.”

Continued —

[kimbrrleee]

First misheard lyric from the new song: “donut speeches” instead of “thrown out speeches” 🤦🏻‍♀️

Please forgive me, @taylorswift

[chopperchrash]

#ihateyou #parttwo #sportsturd #chopperchrash 🖕🏼🖕🏼👎🏼👎🏼 https://www.instagram.com/p/Btoy-LChNMt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1sdcujpo3tyw1

[myneighborharambe-blog]

Social Media, Part Two, Analysis Activity #1, PH 402

County of San Diego:

I liked that their page is very personable. It features a lot of pictures of citizens which shows that they want to connect with the community. It provides up to date information on health issues as well like a recent Zika hand spraying notification. The page is very organized so it is easy to navigate. My recommendations for the page are: (1) include the mission or goal of the county to show people that they are there to serve them, (2) possibly make an app to connect with social media and add that to the “About” tab, which can give immediate updates to a person’s phone, (3) include stories from residents to be more personal, (4) the page can utilize the live video feature that has become popular on FaceBook so it can give daily newscasts and livefeeds from events in the city, (5) and showcase some projects that are going on in the city to keep people aware of the progress if they’re interested. The following posts seem to be the ones at the top. They feature things from the military and veterans because the city has a large population that is in the armed forces.

County of San Francisco:

I liked that the page posts a lot about events in the city. It also includes posts about transportation because there are a lot of commuters that use the public transportation system in San Francisco. The recommendations that I would suggest are: (1) provide a link on the “About” tab that talks more about being Cyber Aware, as it is talked about in a few post, (2) since it includes many articles on events, it could have some stories from the people to be even more connected to the community, (3) try to make the page more personable because it seems to lack that diverse San Francisco culture, (4) utilize the live video feature on FaceBook to showcase these events that they are advertising, (5) have some PSAs on health related issues like the San Diego page does. These look like the top posts. They support the baseball team, which I think many people in San Francisco also really enjoy.

@globalcommunicationproject