*incoherent*

isnt it crazy how in a week or so people likely will have stopped talking about this ariana grande manchester tragedy when pain felt by those directly affected will never really go away?? and soon enough we’ll be talking about another tragedy and then another and then another?? as of late it feels like our world has been stuck in a cycle of horrible shit and evil people like honestly where’s the humanity

anonymous asked:

I submitted my paper 40% of final grade it 48% plagiarism and so I freaked out deleted like half of my paper supposed to b 6 pages resubmitted it Idc if it's only 4 pages I am not staying behind another year for one class I threw up just from the whole thing and then I feel like crying and throwing up again when I think about how my boyfriend broke up with me cause he didn't want to do long distance but he's taking another girl to prom instead of me + wants a friends with benefits thing with me

/hugs/ 

First off, congratulations on submitting your paper. Seriously. Submitting something - no matter how disappointed, frustrated or anxious you are about the result - is an achievement in itself. 

Why?

Because it means you did not give up. 

You persevered. 

You conquered. 

You’ve stuck by your resolution to not stay behind another year for one class. 

In the short term: 

I’ll be honest here - quality =/= quantity. But moving on: 

Distract yourself. Let go of all those emotions - whether it be by throwing yourself into a new hobby, netflix, youtube, hanging out with friends, tumblring till 3am.

Because your life is so much more than your academic grade. 

I know, it doesn’t feel like it at the moment. 

I know, its hard to tell yourself that there is so much more than school - especially when you’re in there day in, day out. 

Like, how the hell am I supposed to ‘forget’ something that i’ve been doing for the past X amount of years? 

But arguably, this is the most important time to remind yourself that you are so much more than your grades. 

Make the effort. 

Because heck, whether you like it or not, your paper is going to be graded sooner or later. You may as well take the time to do something else in the face of the inevitable. 

And when you get your grades back, know that there’s nothing you can’t bounce back from. That paper only reflects your performance for this period of your life. It doesn’t determine the rest of your life nor your potential. 

On the chance you get a bad grade, here’s a few resources that may help - this, that, and this. 


In the long term: 

Re: plagiarism. I’m not going to sugar coat this; academic dishonesty is a serious offence. All those ‘warnings’ you get? 

Heed them. 

If you can, rewrite the line/ paragraph highlighted. Make sure you’ve cited your sources correctly. Are your direct quotes formatted properly? An easy way to do this is to restructure your paragraph, add a line of analysis here and there, break the complex idea into its constituent parts. A simple ‘search: synonyms’ isn’t likely to bring down that %; restructuring will. 

However, next time you submit a draft and get a high % for plagiarism, critique that number. Remember its a number that’s spat out from a machine (aka a bunch of algorithms). Check what you’ve written against your source material. What is the software identifying as plagiarised material? Is it just keywords that are not replaceable, or is it a significant chunk of text? 

I can’t speak for your discipline/ field of study, but I can say for Law, software such as turnitin greatly inflated % of plagiarism and therefore wasn’t appropriate for our style of assessment, ‘cause hell, everyone had to use the exact words contained in a legal doctrine, or cite the same case= a lot of direct quotes = software mistakenly thought it was plagiarism despite “”. 

On relationships etc

I’m sorry to hear that the issues with your boyfriend coincided with this difficult period of your academic life. To be frank, timing is a bitch. 

[….clearly I’m not really a v good source of advice re: relationships so apologies in advance.]  

Whatever arrangement you choose, whether it be friends with benefits or otherwise, please, please, please let it be your choice. Your independent choice. Not something that someone has forced you into. Not an arrangement that you feel pressured to enter due to circumstance or otherwise. 

And if you’re not sure…. set some boundaries for yourself. What will you accept? Where do you draw the line? 

And be kind to yourself. Give yourself time - to heal, to cry, to learn to love yourself again. The longest relationship you’re ever going to have is the one you have with yourself. 

And prom? Its a big thing at this time. It seems like one. You can choose to get caught up in the whirlwind; but you don’t have to. I promise you, in a years’, two years’ time, its merely going to be a blip on your radar. And sure, its easy for me to say cause its been… years. But time is unforgiving and relentless in its push. So trust me when I say, soon you’ll be on the other side, it’ll all be behind you, and you’ll be moving on to bigger and brighter things. 

I’m sorry to hear you’re going through a rough time at the moment anon. I can’t say things will be better tomorrow, in a weeks’ time or even a months’ time. 

I can’t promise you that.

But I can promise you that there are people out there who will support you, that my inbox is open and that you will get through this.

And you don’t have to do it alone.

All the best anon. 

guys i went from ‘i might go to MWT’s book signing on thursday it’ll be chill because i won’t be nervous because i’m not super emotionally invested’

to

‘i’m absolutely going and i’m absolutely going to cry on that woman and not a single coherent word will pass my lips’

i went from 2 to 1000 in a single weekend.  

anonymous asked:

16 ZACH DEMPSEY FLUFF!

from this prompt post

Originally posted by 13reasons-13truths

“Jesus Christ, you look like shit.” Jess walked in my room, pulling the curtain open for the first time in a couple of days. I blinked and curled into my blankets, unearthing a few empty cartons of Ben and Jerry’s from the end of my bed as I narrowed my eyes at her through the small opening in my comforter.

“Get up.” Jess wrinkled her nose at the trash thrown everywhere, and reached over my bed to rip the covers off of me. I groaned loudly, my high pitched noise frightening Rufus, who jumped up from the end of my bed and began to growl, his ears up and alert as he mustered all the ferocity an obese corgi can. I shoved my head into my pillow, mumbling something incoherent as Jess began to tug at my legs. “I don’t know what you just said. Get-the-fuck-up-, Y/N.” She accentuated each word with a pull on my legs. “Jesus, you haven’t shaved in a while.”

“Ha ha.” I mumbled, face still buried in the pillow. “Suck for you.” 

I could practically feel Jess roll her eyes as she sat down on my bed, placing a reassuring hand on my back. “Look. I know the breakup was hard on you. I know Zach fucked up, and we both know that the reason he gave was bullshit. Focusing more on school? Sure, Zach. But that’s the past. You can either sit here, mope, get greasy and smelly as you focus on something that happened and can’t be changed, orrrrr you could get up, throw on a super cute outfit and go hella slutty tonight at Bryce’s party. C’mon, this’ll be your chance to make Zach jealous! It’ll so be worth it.”

I felt my heart sink at the mention of his name, but the opportunity to make Zach wish he could have something he let go was too tantalizing for me to pass up.

“Fine.” 

With Jess there, I was ready in less than half an hour. She’d poked and prodded with makeup brushes and lipsticks, and yanked and tore my hair after I had showered, and pulled out the shortest dress I owned with the highest pair of heels I owned.

“Holy SHIT! Your ass looks amazing in that!” My eyebrows shot up as I turned quickly to look at my butt in the mirror. 

“Huh. Wouldja look at that. You’re a miracle worker, Jess.”

“Look, Y/N. When your mom calls me, worried out of her mind because you haven’t left your room in three days, I start to get worried and of course I have to come and help. What are best friends for? Now c’mon, let’s go fuck up Zach Dempsey.”

She hugged me quickly and led me out to her car. She chattered on endlessly about cheerleading and tests and Justin as we drove, with me responding with the occasional word of encouragement and interest. I mostly watched the trees passing by, blurring into one another as day turned into night. We had just pulled up into Bryce’s driveway when Jess turned to me.

 “Now, I don’t want you to worry about anything. I’ll be DD’ing, so you just go and have fun.”

I smiled for the first time in a while. “Thanks, Jess. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Love ya.” With the confidence of a newly single girl ready to take on the world, I stepped out of her car and strutted to the front door, smiling at every person I passed and making a beeline for the kitchen, where the drinks were. Before I could set foot onto the tiled floor, Bryce slid in front of me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “Hey, Y/N! Good to see you out and about!”

“Hi Bryce.” I muttered, pulling away. He always gave me the creeps. He was a total player, like most of his friends.

“C’mon, Y/N! Let me get you something to drink.” He smiled, that charming, irresistible to many smirk. And then, I decided- fuck it.

“Sure, Bryce.” I smiled, curling into his arm as he led me out back to a keg. 

“I’ll be back in a sec.” He winked, then reappeared a second later, handing me a full Solo cup of lukewarm beer.

“Thanks.” I took a sip, grimacing slightly, and turned to make my way back into the house, until I heard a low whistle from Bryce.

“Wow, Y/N. I didn’t know you had such a nice body. Damn girl. I know you must be searching for a rebound, so hey. I’m right here.” He had stepped up right behind me, and whispered that softly into my ear, his breath warm on my cheek.

“No thank you, Bryce. I-” I pulled away, but Bryce grabbed my waist and pulled me back towards him, groping my ass as he pulled me closer. “Bryce, get-” 

I was just about to turn and hit him when I heard a deep voice that simultaneously comforted me and sent a chill through me, shattering the semblance of confidence I had before.

“Bryce, I think you heard her say no.” Zach stood there, all 6′3″ of him, looking imposing as he crossed his arms over his chest, making sure his biceps were bulging as he looked down at Bryce. “C’mon, Y/N.” He stretched out his hand to me and I hurried away from Bryce, grabbing on to him and walking further into Bryce’s huge backyard.

He led me to the gazebo that sat under the shade of a huge oak tree, and sat down next to me on one of the benches. I moved away from him, leaving a gap between us as we sat wordlessly. I watched the moonlight dance through the gazebo as the trees shifted in the wind, and I felt myself shudder as that same wind blew harder through the gazebo. Zach shifted slightly, and I felt the heavy and familiar weight of his varsity jacket on my shoulders, covering up the too tight, too slutty dress. 

“Much better.” I heard Zach mutter.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“No, I think you said something, Zach. Please, enlighten me.”

“I said, ‘much better.’ I don’t like the way guys were looking at you in that dress.”

I turned to him, anger blazing in my eyes. “You lost the right to be concerned about guys looking at me about three days ago.”

He stiffened, and looked away. “I…”

“No, Dempsey. Sit down and listen. We dated for a month, which really isn’t that long, I get it. But we’d been hooking up and we’d been friends for a helluva lot longer. So I think I deserve more than a fucking text message that I get at eleven at night saying ‘I can’t do us anymore.’ I deserve a lot more. It was hard, it’s been hard, Zach. It’s not fair to me. I deserve an explanation, because you and I both know that the ‘school’ excuse is bullshit. I thought I meant more to you than that, but I guess not.” 

I shrugged the jacket off, letting it crumple in a heap on the ground as I stood up to leave, but Zach caught my wrist as I stood.

“You mean a lot more to me. I never meant to hurt you.” 

I rolled my eyes as I felt them start to tear up. “You did. You really, really did.” I let out a humorless chuckle as the tears started to flow. “I thought I was done crying over you.” I stood for a second, wiping the mascara stains off my face. “I still am waiting for your explanation.”

Zach sighed, looking down at his feet. When he made eye contact with me again, I was surprised to see his eyes glistening as well.

“That’s just it, Y/N. I don’t have an explanation. I…I never meant to break up with you. I just…I fell too fast. And I got scared. But the minute I did it I regretted it. I regretted it when I realized how upset I was. And you bet your ass I regretted it a thousand times more when I heard from Jess how badly you were taking it…the only reason I came here tonight is to apologize. And to tell you that, if you’ll take me back, I won’t fuck up again. And…to say that I love you.”

My head shot up as he said those last three words. Something in my eyes must’ve told him it was right, because he leaned in and gently kissed me, placing his hand on top of mine. It was tender, hesitant, and perfect. I pulled away, wiping his eyes as I shakily smiled. “I accept your apology, I take you back, and…I love you too.” Zach smiled victorious, and pulled me in for a hug, my head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck.

“Seriously, though, as much as I love that dress because damn it makes your ass look beautiful, please put my jacket back on because I cannot deal with the way the other guys look at you.” I rolled my eyes and smiled as Zach leaned down to place the jacket on my shoulders and pull me in close, kissing me on the forehead.

“It feels so nice to be able to say that I love you to your face, Y/N.”

“You’re a dork. But ditto.”

listen i love bmc and all the ships, but can we talk abt friendships for a sec???

michael and rich going to 711 at 2 am together after neither of them can sleep. christine introducing chloe to some nerdy tv show and then them binge watching it for an entire weekend together. brooke and jeremy playing lazer tag against jake and jenna and losing by so much, jesus christ. jake and christine?? amazing friends, they watch star trek together. michael braiding brooke’s hair and listening as she complains about her parents. jeremy teaching jake about video games and talking about how much better michael is at them. jenna and christine gossiping together until far too late o’clock. them all going to pride together bc no one is straight aka the Purest Concept.

Destiel moments in SPN 12X12

Time for my weekly, gif-filled, Destiel recap. I’m going to try and put away all my squeeing and try to be as professional as I possibly can. 

Extremely Gif heavy post ahead. 

(gif credits to @peculiar-angel, @ahoyspn, @weallneedcastiel,  @codestielckles, @mishacolins, @mishastiel, @novaks, @angvlicmish, @flydestiel and @hazeldomain

Okay I already wrote volumes about Dean’s weird posturing in the diner here, but I also wanted to add this bit here. 

Dean knows Cas is not interested in the waitress. Cas does sniff her (?) just to check up on Dean’s stupid theory of waitresses smell like food, but he’s not interested. So what does Dean do? Mary has just told them all off, but he still postures for Wally’s benefit, pretending to be wingman to Cas, when he KNOWS Cas is disinterested. He can’t help but give himself away though-

Seriously, Dean? My devastatingly handsome friend? That’s not being a wingman, that screams I have a secret crush on my ‘friend’.

And Cas is clueless, even after Mandy is clearly interested -

And Dean? Dean’s just thrilled. So thrilled he looks like he wants to die inside. 

On a more serious note, after the boys reach the barn, look at how fast Dean abandons the conversation and rushes to Cas’s side. And he knows it’s bad, so bad. Dean’s method of dealing with people he loves dying? 

Step 1: Try to gauge the situation by using humor-

 Cas is luckily alert enough to snark right back.

Dean asks to see how bad the wounds are, and two seconds after Cas starts showing him, covers it up. He can’t bear to see it.

Dean Winchester, seasoned hunter who’s seen more than his fair share of gore since he was fucking four years old, makes him cover it up because he just cannot bear to actually see Cas in agony. And he’s so gentle about it.

Step 2: Pure denial.

Cas looks BAD. And he’s never been one to exaggerate.

Did you see those micro-expressions? That little lip wobble? The tiny gasp of shock and disbelief? The swallow? Jensen is the the fucking master of these. This is the brief instant where the enormity hits Dean, but he shuts it down. 

Immediately.

Seriously Dean? Time for WHAT? He is DYING and you know it. And this is when he calls for Sam, calls for Sam to abandon everything and come right away because Cas is dying. And this brings us to the next step for Dean -

Step 3: Anger

Dean’s furious. At Crowley, at himself, at every damn thing in the world that stands in his way to saving Cas. And he’s being beyond unreasonable here, it’s not Crowley’s fault and Crowley has no obligation whatsoever to help them out. But Cas, Cas is dying. And Dean’s *this* close to cracking. 

Now, for Cas’s speech. Cas knows this is it. But he has his family surrounding him, he has Dean with him. And he needs to make sure they live. This is the last chance he has for telling them (and Dean) what he feels for them and boy does he!

Mary looks at Dean when Cas makes this statement, cementing who it is that Cas is addressing. 

And Dean, Dean’s unhappy. He knows that the things they shared together did change Cas, did put him into this mess where he has to die slowly and painfully. 

Look at that. Sam’s upset, but Dean can’t even meet Cas’s eyes anymore. He’s feeling responsible for Cas’s impending death.

And finally, FINALLY, after years of Dean telling him over and over again, Cas says they are his family. More specifically, Dean. Cas is thinking of that day, so long ago, when he said-

“You’re not my family, Dean – I have no family.”

But he’s not just family now.

The camera immediately panned to Dean there. Cas was addressing Dean, and Dean only till now. It’s only when he says “I love all of you” that Sam’s reaction is showed at all.

(as a side not, look at how touched Sam is. How many people have told him this?)

And true to form, the Winchesters refuse to leave. And they fight. Mary STILL doesn’t give the game away, I admit I was a bit :O at that, but that’s for another post entirely… Sam kills the Price of Hell, but there’s still no saving Cas. Sam is one who rushes to Cas first, because he’s still able to function. Sam is the one who reassures Cas, tells him that they’re there, that he won’t die alone… :(

But Dean, Dean’s pain is beyond words.

Tell me that is not the face of someone who is watching the love of his life dying in front of him. Tell me Dean doesn’t care. Just try. He’s praying. I just know he is.

But yay, Crowley saves the day! And Dean’s reaction is the only one showed.

Look at the utter disbelief in his eyes. Look at this entire montage afterwards -

The look they shared in the first one, Dean’s expression in the last gif, the pure amazement and relief in his eyes.. It was almost painful to watch. By the way, Sam’s already let go. It’s Dean who’s still unable to believe his eyes, unable to take his hands off…

And this, this was the most perfect ending anyone could hope for -

*sighs*

Cas said he loved Dean. It’s fucking canon.  

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Can we talk about how badass and totally out of the norm it was for SJM to write a second book in her series RIPPING APART her original male protagonist in the first book??? Like??? She took the entire group of main characters save Feyre basically and shoved them aside and was like NOPE. THESE ONES NOW. THEY ARE YOUR CHILDREN NOW FORGET THOSE OTHER GUYS. Like that takes BALLS. She took an entire ship and just SUNK IT HERSELF. She beautifully crafted a seemingly VILE character that we actually could have drawn a logical conclusion to be abusive and terrible in the first book and made him??? Perfect??? Amazing??? She literally destroyed every preconceived notion we had of him??? And now we see him as a precious being for whom I would lay down my life??? GAH. AMAZING. I’LL NEVER GET OVER IT. I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO RELIVE MY FIRST READING OF ACOMAF BECAUSE I FELT LIKE I HAD WHIPLASH AND MY JAW WAS DROPPED THE WHOLE TIME LIKE WHERE TF DID THAT COME FROM??? AMAZING. 12/10. ACOWAR IS PROBABLY GOING TO DO THE SAME AND IM NOT READY THERES NO WAY WE CAN PREDICT THESE THINGS.

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This was such a wild ride

time-travel au except instead of anakin/obi-wan/padmé going back in time, it’s one or a few of the Brothers

can you imagine what that would be like?

qui-gon and obi-wan are fighting darth maul on naboo, maul is clearly winning, and out of nowhere there’s this h u g e surge in the force

everyone is disoriented, maul recovers first and moves to deliver a killing blow, and all of a sudden he gets shot in the back like 27 times

in the background there’s the nearly incoherent babble of “kriffing hells that hurt what was it what happened holy shit that’s a sith that is definitely a sith should we shoot it sir we should definitely shoot it it’s about to kill a general we have to help did we kill it is it dead it’s gotta be dead now go check it i don’t want to check it let’s just shoot it again there it’s gotta be dead now are you alright generals”

maul is definitely dead, the energy shield things power down, obi-wan rushes to his master’s side and the incoherent babble gets louder as they’re suddenly surrounded by a team of men in white and blue armor all scrambling to provide aid

obi-wan, satisfied that his master isn’t going to get himself fucking m u r d e r e d any time soon, turns to examine to newcomers

a hush falls over the group when they see his face

then, out of the silence, comes “….holy kriff, sir, your boyfriend is a b a b y” followed by one of the men smacking the back of another’s helmet with a loud crack and growling “shut the fuck up, fives”

everyone is very confused for the foreseeable future

(bonus: the Brothers are d e l i g h t e d to meet baby!anakin, and he is equally delighted. no one else is delighted by a group of highly-trained soldiers calling a 9yo “general” and visibly restraining themselves from doing exactly what he tells them at all times.)

What she says: I’m fine

What she means:  In one episode of The Fairly Odd Parents, Timmy’s dad stops wearing pants because as he explains, “Pants are for squares.” Was he referencing SpongeBob SquarePants? And another Fairly Odd Parents episode involves Timmy meeting the king of Atlantis, who says that he once ate an underwater squirrel. Holy shit, was that Sandy, or at least one of her relatives? In fact, an episode of Jimmy Neutron where Jimmy was swimming in the ocean showed a pineapple on the ocean floor. Was that another SpongeBob reference? We already know that Jimmy Neutron and The Fairly OddParents had a couple crossover specials. And remember when the Rugrats met the Wild Thornberrys? Or when iCarly and Victorious met up at Kenan Thompson’s house? Or when a Crash Nebula video game was seen in an arcade in Danny Phantom? Or when Drake and Josh’s nerdy friends Craig and Eric appeared at a convention to see iCarly? What about all those video games where multiple Nicktoons join forces to fight evil? Does this mean that all Nickelodeon shows exist within the same universe?

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since we reached 2k followers i wanted to show my appreciation by doing my first art raffle :O!!! thank u sM GUYS <33!!

RULES:

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  • i will be choosing 3 winners!

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  • animals
  • anything that makes me uncomfortable

deadline is on JUNE 2 2017, GMT+8 !! so good luck n thank u guys!

WHEN WILL PEOPLE STOP MAKING EXCUSES FOR RACISM ESP. SLAVERY

“it was socially acceptable back then”
THAT DOESNT MAKE IT OKAY

“everyone had slaves tho"
SO EVERYONE WAS RACIST IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT BETTER

“look at it from a 21st century viewpoint!“
IF YOU LIVE IN THE 21ST CENTURY AND THINK SLAVERY IS OKAY I THINK ITS YOUR VIEWPOINT, NOT MINE, THAT NEEDS TO CHANGE

“they didn’t know any better!”
IGNORANCE =/= BLISS

“just because they owned slaves doesn’t make them a bad person”
YES IT FUCKING DOES