WHEN I HAVE TO GET UP IN 5 HOURS

Honestly I’m so sick of seeing rich-girl fitness. Don’t show me pretty vegan smoothies in mason jars held by a girl with perfect makeup, a manicure, and a color-coordinated running outfit. Show me diets and workouts that I can manage when I’m working 13 hours days and living on a budget. Show me how to eat healthy when I have 5 minutes for lunch. Show me small things I can do to help my body. Show me workout plans that I can do outside of a gym when I can’t afford a membership. I don’t have time. I don’t have money. Half the time I don’t have the motivation to get up in the morning. But I have a body. I want to be healthy.

시간 표현 - Time expressions

시간 - Time/Hour
~에 - Time particle
시- o'clock
분 - Minute
지금 - Now
전 - Before
후 - After
반 - Half
오전 - a.m.
오후 - p.m.
아침 - Morning/breakfast
점심 - Afternoon/lunch
저녁 - Evening/dinner
어제 - Yesterday 
오늘 - Today
내일 - Tomorrow
주 - Week
주말 - Weekend
지난주 - Last week
이번주 - This week
다음 주 - Next week 
작년/지난 해 - Last year
올해 - This year
내년/다음 해 - Next year 
쯤 - About/around
부터 - From
까지 - To

지금 몇 시에요? - What’s the time?

지금 오후 다섯시 십분 전이에요. - It’s 10 to 5 p.m. (literal translation: It’s 10 minutes before 5 p.m.)

언제 일어나요? - When do you get up?

오전 일곱시 반 쯤에 일어나요. - I get up at around 7.30 a.m.

몇 시에 아침을 먹어요? - What time do you eat breakfast?

8시에 아침을 먹어요. - I eat breakfast at 8.

오후 여섯시부터 일곱시 반까지 공부할 거예요. - I’m going to study from 6 to 7.30 p.m.

내일 몇 시에 만날까요? - What time shall we meet tomorrow?

미안해요. 내일 약속이 있어요. - Sorry. I have appointments tomorrow.

토요일 시간이 있어요. 만날까요? - I have time on Saturday. Shall we meet?

괜찮아요. 11시에 만나자! - Ok, lets meet at 11 O’clock!

*Note pure Korean (하나, 둘, 셋…) is used for hours and sino Korean (일, 이, 삼…) is used for minutes*

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Originally posted by slk-t

anonymous asked:

"I figured out how to triple-distill and vacuum-extract coffee to raise the caffeine concentration 20-30x" teach me your ways pls

Okay kids pull up a chair and learn how Auntie Systlin took her chemistry minor and habit of collecting neat virgin glassware and figured out how to brew potentially lethal hyper-espresso in her kitchen. 

This is going to be long as hell so I’ll put the goods after the cut.

Note that this evolved from doing my best to figure out how to approximate Funranium Lab’s Black Blood of the Earth brew. I’d read the glowing reviews online, but being naturally cheap, couldn’t quite bring myself to drop the $$$.

And then my eyes wandered to my shelf of virgin labware equipment and I went “Hey…I bet I can just make my own.”

Based on Herr Direktor’s notes on the Funranium labs website, I tinkered and fooled about and eventually came up with my own brew that, if not Black Blood of the Earth, will punch you in the face and leave you smelling colors.

Let’s do this.

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A temp I barely knew was actively trying to get me fired behind my back.

This happened a while ago but decided to post today as she rang a member of the office and used the threat of unfair dismissal claim if she wasn’t given a good reference. Not sure if it belongs in here or not.

TL:DR An office temp I’d spoken to a handful of times conspires to have me fired without my knowledge. It’s a very long story so be warned it’s a bit of a vent.

So, we had a temp covering maternity leave that turned out to be a bit of a nutjob. She was EA to Deputy CEO and seemed to think this gave her some sort of status. We’ll call her the temp. I’d spoken to her twice maybe three and was incredibly nice; I make it my business to be nice to everyone. What she didn’t know is that from about a week after she started I knew she was sending daily complaints (all unfounded and untrue) to my manager about me. My manager and I get on socially and professionally and he was dumbfounded by her doing this. I still have no idea, why she did it to me either and until today I’d put her out of my mind.

We are talking 3 or 4 complaints a day and asking for stuff to be taken further and why wasn’t I getting warned/reprimanded, whatever?

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“Aren’t you the one sitting on my lap?” | DEAN scenario (ft. Zico, Crush & friends) | Part 1

Hello hello! Here is part 1 of this scenario! Part 2 will be out later today or tomorrow~

Summary: You’re going clubbing with the boys, but he ends up coming too. What’s even worse? You have to sit on his lap on the way… meanwhile Hyo is trynna play cupid.

Word count: 494

“Hey, (y/n), you’re gonna have to sit on someone’s lap,” Jiho called out from the driver’s seat.

“What? Why?” You questioned.

“Cause I told Hyuk I’d pick him up, and it’s always good to go clubbing in a group, right? Plus that way nobody will really approach us,” Jiho mumbled the last bit, he just wanted get wasted with his friends. Was that too much to ask?

But you honestly felt the same way; you just wanted a day out with your boys. They all were like your brothers, except Hyuk… he just made you nervous. But that’s not even the worst part of it; everybody else knew. You were 87% sure he knew too.

“Well (y/n) can sit on Hyuk’s lap, you’re already by a door so its simple,” Hyo stated from the passenger seat, looking at you through the rear-view mirror.

You just looked at him blankly, cussing him out in your head. You have him the finger when everyone nodded in agreement; he just laughed and gave it back, “aw I love you too (y/n),” he joked. You rolled your eyes.

After 5 songs and some horrible singing – on purpose of course – you guys finally made it to Hyuk’s studio; that’s when you realized the club you guys were going to was a half-hour away. That meant a half hour sitting on Hyuk’s lap. You cursed Hyo in your head.

Zico went out of the car to get him, and after 5 minutes they finally came out. Hyuk came up to your door, and opened it. He cocked his head to side, “aren’t you the one sitting on my lap?”

You laughed a little at his cuteness, “yeah, hold on.” You grabbed your bag and put on Hyo’s lap, he then opened it and put his phone in. “You’re not breaking on me this time,” he mumbled to himself. You giggled at him and got out of the car, trying to be as natural as possible. You tried to act like this was normal – like he was Zico or Hyo or one of the other guys. Just anybody but him, you thought.

Hyuk climbed into the car and situated himself, “okay,” he said, “come here.”

You sighed and climbed in, sitting on his thigh. He readjusted you, taking your waist – your cheeks became the color of a tomato – and put you between his legs.

“This way we can still put the seat belt on,” he said almost defensively, “you know how Jiho drives.”

“Hey! I’m a good ass driver,” Jiho yelled.

Everyone laughed, and Jiho started the car. Half the ride there, you were uncomfortable because your back wasn’t straight, so you moved to be more comfortable – resulting in Hyuk wrapping his arms around you to keep you from moving, because now there was something poking your ass. The rest of the car ride was awkward for you, but frustrating to him. He wanted you so bad, but how could he show you?

Originally posted by 04pjm

Will they leave together? Or will Hyo ruin it?

So… part 2? I really wanna do a part 2 tbh,,

- Suzzy

anonymous asked:

How many jokes do you think Gabe has about that statue? :D:D

BRUH I WROTE THIS TO A FRIEND LIKE AN HOUR AGO:

Them (reading the comic): JFC GABRIEL WITH THE “i’m not the one with the statue” LINE

Me: PEOPLE ARE LOSING THEIR SHIT.  HIS HELLA CASUAL SHRUG

Like:  “lol sorry babe, you got that shiny sculpture on the front lawn, not me, I'mma go have a beer and then take a nap. Wake me up when our cowboy son gets home so I can give him a hug, kks thaaaaanks, Jack - good luck out there ‘breadwinner.’”

——–

But also consider:

Gabe, staring at the statue: did they sculpt your dick too
Jack: jfc Gabe it’s fucking 5:30 am and I haven’t had coffee yet
Gabe: have you ever made that pose in your life
Jack: I’m going back to sleep
Gabe: I miss when your hair was that thick
Jack: I miss when you actually had hair
Gabe: Imma graffiti “Jack sux” on it
Jack: Not “Jack sux dick” on it?
Gabe: …
Jack: …
Gabe: What would I ever do without you?
Jack: fall apart probably

———

Jack: oh hey we’re actually under our budget this month.  Maybe we can buy a treat for the agents - 
Gabe: *unrolls blueprints for a Commander Reyes statue that’s like a foot taller than Jack’s*
Jack: …
Gabe: …
Jack: …this height isn’t accurate at all.
Gabe: just wait until you see Rein’s blueprint

———

Gabe: …I think I figured it out.
Jack: what
Gabe: you’re literally my trophy husband
Jack: …
Gabe: only your trophy is like fifteen feet tall and really difficult to move
Jack: …have you tried to do that?
Gabe: … listen
Gabe: the current position really fucks with the aesthetic of the front garden
Jack: …have you asked Reinhardt for help yet?
Gabe: oh no, good call

———

Post-Recall:

Reaper: …you think we can tear that eyesore down yet?
Soldier: 76: …only if we burn it too
Reaper: …
Soldier: 76: …
Reaper: what would I ever do without you?
Soldier: 76: are you serious
Reaper: oh wait

anonymous asked:

How do you make distance work?

you make sure she knows she’s the only one you want. you make sure you tell her how much she means to you. i don’t care how busy you are it takes 2 seconds to send a text to someone to tell them you care about them or you’re thinking about them, i don’t care if you FaceTime for 5 minutes or 5 hours, you make it work. you don’t let the distance define you, because when you really care about someone nothing else matters, were lucky enough to be alive in the 21st century where we have the ability to communicate with or see someone literally with the click of a button. you fucking make it work until that distance doesn’t exist anymore, and you get to wake up to the girl of your dreams everyday. you don’t let the distance win.

B99 + Marriage Pact AU: in which Jake and Amy make a pact to get married if they’re still both single by when they turn 30. 

The pact is made at 3 in the morning, at the tail end of a stake out that’s been going on forever. Amy’s just about done recounting the disaster that was her last blind date when Jake brings up the suggestion.  

She scoffs, rolling her eyes, but the corners of her lips curl upwards. (She’s been awake for far too long to pretend she isn’t just a teensy bit charmed.) “Are you proposing to me, Peralta?”

“Well, it was totally conditional, and I’m not sure lifelong commitments should begin this way, but -“ He lets out a breathless chuckle, like he can’t believe they’re actually having this conversation even if he started it in the first place. (Perhaps he should’ve had more coffee before they left the precinct… Or less, because he’s definitely having weird heart palpitations right now.) “Sure, why not? Consider this a proposal.”

She regards him for another moment before sticking out her hand. “Alright, I’m in. Conditional fiancés it is.”

They shake on it, and if this weren’t so ridiculously monumental, he would be saying something about how firm her handshake is.

A comfortable silence settles in the car after that, and it’s only after several hours of much needed sleep that Jake wonders why things weren’t even remotely weird between them.

The perp still hasn’t surfaced by 5 in the morning, so they let the relief team take over and drive back to the precinct.

They part ways in the parking lot, and Jake’s about to get in his beloved mustang when Amy calls out to him. “For the record, I still expect an engagement ring six years from now.”

His face breaks out into a grin. “Glad I have that long to save up for it then. Have you seen my bank account?”


They go over four years without bringing up their pact.

Amy is 28 when Luke Mueller breaks up with her. Technically, they weren’t in an actual relationship at that point – they had only been on three real dates, but they had hung out at trivia night for six weeks before that, and Amy was very into him. Apparently he had met someone new and was no longer interested in seeing her.  

Jake finds her nursing a beer in a corner booth of Shaw’s. He slides into the seat beside her and offers her a half smile. He had heard the news from Rosa before making his way over. “You okay?”

She sighs and takes a swig from her bottle. “I just­- I thought everything was going so well! I don’t really understand what went wrong- what I did wrong.”

He puts a hand on her forearm, urging her to look up at him. “Ames, this isn’t on you. Mueller’s an idiot, and you shouldn’t be beating yourself up for anything. You’re an amazing detective and person, and you’re going to meet the right person one day.” 

It’s the mix of heartache and alcohol that makes her chuckle bitterly instead of thanking him for his kind words. “Or I won’t, and I’ll end up marrying you when I’m 30.” 

His heart stutters in his chest, and his mouth goes dry. He had thought she had forgotten about their little (big) agreement, considering they had never brought it up since that fateful overnight stakeout. (Of course, he had never forgotten about their conversation, and it’s almost shameful how often he’s imagined what being married to her would be like.) 

He takes a swig from his own drink, trying not to think about how disappointed she sounds. “Well, you’ve still got about two years. That’s a lot of time.” 


Jake is unsurprisingly single on his 30th birthday.

Beyond the occasional one night stand, he hadn’t been seeing anyone over the last year and a half. Even before then, none of his relationships had amounted to anything serious. (Turns out it’s hard to commit after you realize you’re in love with your partner slash conditional fiancée.)

There had been a brief period of time after Amy’s failed “thing” with Luke when Jake had thought that maybe something could actually happen between them, romantic stylez. (Their banter seemed to be more flirty, and her looks seemed to be more filled with longing but –) 

She started dating Teddy at some point, and they just seem so happy and settled and long-term.

Amy brings Teddy to Jake’s surprise party at Shaw’s, and Jake decides he’s finally going to get over her. 

(He doesn’t.)


Amy and Teddy break up three weeks before she turns 30.

Even if the conditions are met, Jake doesn’t dare bring up their pact. Partly because he doesn’t want to be a douchebag about it – he knows it’s way too soon since the split to expect her to move on. But mostly because he meant it the first time he said it: lifelong commitments aren’t meant to be based on stupid pacts made three hours before sunrise. 

He pretty much avoids all talk of Teddy until they’re on a stakeout a month after her birthday, and she’s the one bringing him up. 

“I ran into Teddy earlier.”

He swallows uncomfortably and keeps his gaze locked on the building they’ve been watching. “Yikes. I’m sorry that happened. I remember running into Sophia after she broke up with me. Not my best day. I feel like it’s always a lot weirder when you’re the dumpee.” 

Amy’s eyebrows knit together at that, and she’s about to say something, but their perp gets out of a nearby car, and the conversation is lost. 


There’s a knock on Jake’s door the night after their stakeout. He puts down his box of Chinese chicken salad and makes his way over. A quick look through the peephole tells him it’s Amy. 

She starts speaking as soon as the door swings open. (Replaying the memory in his head later on, Jake wonders how many times she rehearsed what she had to say.) 

“Yesterday you said something that made me realize you thought Teddy broke up with me, but he didn’t… Jake, I was the one who ended things. I didn’t want to be dating anyone on my 30th birthday.”

“Wh- what?”

“I’m not saying we should get married tomorrow. I’m pretty sure my parents would probably disown me if we did. But you’re my best friend, and I really like you, and I want to give this, us, a chance. And then, maybe, if things work out…” Her voice trails off as she recognizes the glint of amusement in Jake’s eyes.

He grins widely, closing the gap between them. “Are you proposing to me, Santiago?” 

“Conditionally.”

His lips are on hers in the next moment, and she can taste the soy sauce and ginger from his unfinished dinner. They pull apart with a smile and spend the rest of the night cuddling on his couch while watching Property Brothers.


A year or so later, he buys her an engagement ring as promised. He would’ve gotten one sooner, but the crushing debt was sort of a limiting factor. (He really should’ve started saving right after the pact was made.) 

He proposes to her in the middle of the bullpen, in front of the entire squad. Everyone cheers, and Holt wins the betting pool. 

They get married before her 32nd birthday, and Jake’s vows revolve around pacts and promises and unconditional love. (Charles sobs through most of it, but so does everyone else.)

anonymous asked:

So if my understanding is correct, multiculturalism is the process where each european country loses their own particular culture and people

If you are having such a hard time with the definition let’s break it down: 

  • Multi-: a prefix meaning more than one or many
  • Cultural: relating to the ideas, customs, and social  behavior of a society.
  • -ism: a suffix meaning distinctive practice, system, or philosophy

So, Multiculturalism is the philosophy that many ideas customs and social behaviors can exist in a society. 

It seems that you are confusing multicultralism with supremacy. Supremacy states that there is one dominate cultural group that is catered to exclusively. 

What is interesting about your statement is that European Countries have forced their culture on the world for thousands of years, but now you want to complain that your culture will no longer be dominate. 

This plea falls on deaf ears. After the enslavement, forced conversion and dehumanization that my ancestors endured in the name of upholding your culture, I feel little pity that you must have to accept that other cultures exist outside your own. 

When to this day I live on land that was stolen from my ancestors and their counterparts so that Europeans that were discriminated against could have somewhere to get away from the religious supremacy present in Europe, I shed no tears that Europe has to deal with the fact that those that are discriminated against are no longer running away but want inclusion. 

What makes this all the harder for me is the fact that my mother is European American, therefore so am I. For me this battle is internal in addition to external. My ancestors committed crimes against humanity with my other ancestors as the victims. 

But also because of this I literally embody multiculturalism. I have seen two cultures meld together and work side by side, while maintaining the distinction of separate cultures. No culture died because the other one existed, both became a stronger presence in my life because I had several ideals to chose from. I almost never felt completely painted into a corner because I had evidence that life could be lived differently and still be successful. 

This also meant that I grew up seeing first hand White Supremacy at work. At the age of 7 I watched my father get pulled out of the car and questioned for over an hour for going a few MPH over the speed limit. At 16 I watched my mother literally charge at a police officer. The officer apologized, gave her a warning and left within 5 minutes. At 26 I had the opportunity to have the same experience as my father. 

My point is that the world is a better place when one group is not entitled and when all other groups are not discriminated against. The acceptance of the supremacy of a culture, even your own, is to say that most of the population can be discriminated against. 

When you set the precedent that most of the population can be discriminated against, do not be surprised if one day you find yourself in the exploited class. 

Stuff that goes through a Ravenclaw's brain

• “It doesn’t make sense, if the chicken came first, how? But if the egg came first, HOW?”

• *someone tries to talk to Ravenclaw* “Shit shit SHIT HOW DO HUMANS COMMUNICATE I HAVEN’T TALKED TO ONE IN 3 DAYS”

• “Why do people say things like “simple as pie” when the actual baking of a pie can be quiet complicated…“

• "Okay, so if I stay up until 2 am, wake up at 6:00 I get 4 hours of sleep. Sleep deprivation can often lead to drunk-like behaviors and I have that test tomorrow… okay I’ll stay up until 12:00 and get 6 hours of sleep. I can watch 2 episodes of Parks and Rec, read 5 chapters, and study for half and hour and be asleep in time.”

• “omg these people are literally making me dumber.”

• “Nah, I don’t want to go out tonight, I still have like 200 pages left of this book.”

• “Wow, they’re super cute. Okay. Calm down. Don’t overthink this, don’t overthink this, don’t O- DAMN IT IM OVERTHINKING.”

• “My future self is looking back on me right now, and has at least 100 things they wish they could tell me…”

Insomnia isn’t a pretty girl with a messy bun and a cup of coffee in her hand.
Insomnia is being awake at 5 am because your head won’t shut up.
Insomnia is being so tired it feels like passing out, but not being able to close your eyes and fucking sleep.
It’s your head screaming and finding tiny little things to fixate on.
It’s having to take medicine every single night just to get a few hours of sleep.
Insomnia is people not understanding that when you say that you’re tired, you don’t mean “I am so tired, I only got like 6 hours of sleep”, it’s meaning “I am so tired because my head kept me awake, again.”
Insomnia is counting the hours you’ve slept, and being so obsessed with them.
It is feeling your entire body wanting to shut off, but your mind is screaming “Oh but you can’t sleep now, I’m having so much fun tormenting you.“
—  By me
My Professor. (1/?)

-Hanbin x Reader (Professor!Hanbin)

-It was universally known that friend with benefit between best friends would be a chaotic ride from the start till the heartbreak of either one or both party. No one says anything about being in one with your dear professor…

-What is this? I don’t know what this is… hahahaha 🙃🙃🤔😏 Read it and decide for yourself. (then maybe let me know what this is haha…Sigh, I need help.)

-Rated M for language, mention of sex (secretly rated B for bullshit 😏)

-S/O to @7n13bang for being MVP AF for requesting and read through 2 (soon 3) novel sized pieces of my shitty ass writing. 

-M.List 

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Jolting awake from a sudden thunderous bang in the pin drop quietness of the lecture hall, you raise your head up angrily and stare up still in a daze. Your hands rub your eyes sluggishly to rid them of the leftover blurriness of sleep before trying your best to locate the source of the disturbance. Looking around the room, a few frustrating expressions pair with the scribbling sound of pencils on exam papers, you concluded that you had for once not slept pass the ending of the class. Finally, your eyes land on a boy 5 rows in front of you who’s nervously picking up his textbook, apologizing profusely to the 20 pairs of eyes glaring daggers his way.

Fucking Brian, always with his clumsiness.

A low grunt escapes your lips as you glare down toward the flustered boy nervously pushing his textbook underneath the ugly blue plastic chair of the rundown lecture hall with his foot. Now, normally you’re not so uptight that you’d be cussing someone out for an accident. It happens, especially during a high stress period like midterm week. However, what he did just now cost you one of the most amazing dream ever, or dirtiest… or maybe you need holy water kind of dream, depends on who’s talking. 

Dozing off in class wasn’t a rare occurrent for you. Math has always been one of those subject that comes to you without much struggle which leaves plenty of time for day dreaming about nighttime activities. Actually, what is a rare occurrent would be you attending class. Sign up for a late class, your best friend had said, it’d be easier to get to class since you’re already awake, he said. No chance of being late to class from oversleeping. Well he was right about the not being late to class part. You can’t technically be late if you never bother with showing up to begin with. What a load of bullshit. If anything, the tiredness built upon itself and by 4 o’clock, your body physically give up. Regret welcomes you in its cold embrace every single time you drag your feet across the grossly worn out, stains filled carpet of the 100 years old math building. If it wasn’t regret, it’d be the constant stress to your poor heart every time it creaks from the settling cold of dusk. You wouldn’t be surprise to see it completely in ruined one of these day. Honestly, how is the building even in function still. 

Having nothing better to do after finishing the exam early, you resorted to your usual activity during class time. As much as you enjoy the thrill of solving problems, sitting through a 2 hours lecture just isn’t your thing, even worse when there’s nothing to do after an exam. You lost count of how many people that had asked why you even bother showing up to class just to fall asleep 5 minutes into the lesson.

“Oh, they threaten me if i don’t start showing up to class, i’d get academic probation. Plus they say they’re considering kicking me off the cheer squad so you know, sleep here sleep at home… it’s the same shit.”

That was one of those lie you told so often it’s slowly becoming the truth. You could be strap onto a lie detector right now and neither will you sweat nor blink. What choice do you have but to deceive everyone. Plus, it’s not even that important of a lie, white lie even. If you told them the real reasons, probation would be the last thing you’d need to worry about. It’s not as if you can publicly declare your love for the hot professor. Actually, that in itself isn’t really the problem, 70%-99% of his students secretly mentally undress him during class anyways, boys and girls alike. 

Seriously, who wouldn’t. 

Being one of those genius kid that had everything figured out by the time they graduated high school, he’s barely even 4 years older than you with a Master and a Phd. under his belt with a fancy job at a prestigious university. Towering over most at nearly 6 ft, he pretty much stands out in any crowd. Even if his intimidating height doesn’t do its job, his impressive look will take care of the rest. Despite being a professor, he looks anything but with perfectly sculpted face, even better figure, and a fashion sense that shamed even models. He pretty much could be standing there reciting the phonebook and it’d somehow be interesting. 

The problem itself is that you actually acted upon your desire when the opportunities arisen a few months back. Well, that opportunity wasn’t just a simple heat of the moment thing but rather months of intense push and pull, suppressing and wanting to unleash a fury of unimaginable desires on each other. But let’s leave that tale for a later date. 

Staring up at the center of your deepest darkest secret, you muster up a sleepy smile when your eyes meet his. He had been busily grading away at his desk while simultaneously proctoring the exam before now, looking ravishingly stunning under the rare appearance of his oversized brown tortoise specs. A playful smirk rests upon your mouth without your knowledge, tongue breaching its barrier for a slow sensual meeting with the lower lip. He often wears contacts, only busting out the glasses whenever he knew he needed to get on your good side.  

You’ve never meant for this little preference to be made known, much less to Hanbin. Late night spend in his office in reality is much less exhilarating than what one would anticipates of a willing single lady and an open available man lock in a room, wee hours of the darkness with nothing else but the quiet cricket of night as companions. He had been on the 3rd pile of paper scribbling away furiously with a few disappointing sigh. It had only been the first exam of the quarter and already, stress bestowed upon the poor professor. His brows furrowed in frustration of where could he have gone wrong that resulted in such detrimental way to the class learning curve. A soft “God” slipped through his lips like the most dainty of wind rushing through the leaves. Your heart ached for the young professor blaming himself for the lack of the class. Seconds of sympathy turned into minutes of absentmindedly staring at how his hair no longer holding its shape but rather flopping over in evident of a exhausted long day. Even with the guilt of not being able to do more to help him coursing through your blood vessels, you couldn’t stop the primal calling of the pooling heat in between your legs. 

His svelte fingers rubbing his brows vexingly as his head twisted in discomfort. Judging from the amount of red blooming on the page, it had to be one of the stoner kid that’s even worse at showing up to class than you are. When he wasn’t nibbling gently on his knuckles, his teeth would be busy gnawing away at the redden abused lips, rolling and licking them to smithereens. You let your attention engulfed in the slight sheen on those high cheekbones, eyes lingering along the sharp jawline that had definitely had every girl in the department wishing they could trace them with their tongue. His jet black locks messily draped over the peeking undercut, no longer sinfully neat from the constant ruffle of his hand rummaging through in disappointment. A near moan-like sigh escaped your lips when his index effortlessly push the oversized pair of glasses up the bridge of his noise, tugging it gently by the end piece. Hanbin is undeniably handsome, that’s for sure. But God forbid how immorally good he looks with his specs on, playing into his part as a professor so damn well. Unknowingly, your legs less than inconspicuously crossed over themselves, clumsily rubbing hard knocking the underside of his desk a few times, begging for any sort of friction. All from the way his glasses framing his ethereal face so perfectly. You had been so lost within the mesmerizing view that you nearly lost your soul from the sudden rasp of his voice.

“Baby girl, what are you doing over there?” Checking in on you was something he had always done. Even grading get rough and tedious so you provide the right amount of distraction for a quick break.

“H-Homework…” You stuttered out in an almost incoherent mess, chest heaving, breaths steadily rising. Heart rapidly drumming against your ribcage out of shock.

“How’s that going?” He sighed, a slight smirk nestled itself on his lips.

“Uh-Uhm. Good!” You shamelessly stared at the busy man in front of you that was sparing you no glance. He continued with jotting down comments, circling mistakes.

“Are you working on art?”

“Huh? No. Physics.” For once, you wished for nothing more but for him to return to ignoring you, leave  you to your day dream. You whimpered pathetically, losing command over all your senses.

“Judging from the way you’ve been absentmindedly doodling circles on your paper, I’d have guessed it’s a kindergarten art assignment for learning shapes. But hey! What do I know, right?” Not even one single second spared. He didn’t even look up while cooly making his observation. “Then again, I could be wrong. I think your legs are busy doing something else though.” His tone remained as calm as ever. As if he was just making a passing comments on how pretty the night sky was, not the fact that you were pleasuring yourself off the jaw-dropping sight of him hard working. “Or should I teach you some anatomy lesson right now. We’ll start with picking up your slacken jaws off the floor…” Finally, that haughty, mischievous expression graced itself on his features, his eyes glanced upward just enough to witness all the color disappeared from your skin. 

“C-Can you blame me though? It’s late and I-we should be in bed by now” You somehow managed to still be the least bit sassy while throwing down your pen after the mortifying realization that he was right. Atop your free body diagram a jumble of scribbles and circles layered themselves in no particular order. Your hands immediately went to press down your awkward legs in hope of controlling your dampen core. You bit your cheek out of pure embarrassment, physically impossible to look his way. You must’ve looked so stupid drooling over him with your mouth gaped wide open while drawing random shit on your homework.

“Is that so? I did said you don’t need to keep me company when I grade exam. You can go home first…” Clearly amusing himself from watching you suffer, he quipped playfully.

“No… I’ll stay.” You insisted, wincing a bit from a particularly hard chomp against on your own lip.

“You’re way too distracted today. What is it? Is it because I’m ignoring you?” He halted his movement, right hand placed over his left matter of factly. You tried your best remaining still in your seat, eyes glancing around, sweating like a sinner in church.“Hmm, that’s not it. I’ve ignored you for weeks before when my folks came to town. I bet it’s not my clothes either. You’ve seen me in these slacks plenty of times…” You swallowed hard, fingers nervously tapping on your thigh. He eyed you up and down, inside out, left to right with an inquisitive note to his burning gaze. 

“Ah…” Like the devil had just thrusted himself upon the man lost in thought in the mere microsecond it took you to blink. A wave of indiscernible mix of ego and arrogance submerged him in its toxic lake, darkening the light in his star filled eyes with lust. You felt lost gazing in those blown out pool of brown, feeling its seductive calling drawing you closer to losing yourself. You tried to resist but like a spell bound fool, you found yourself wandering further into his embrace. 

The sudden shift in mood had you sinking into your seat as if it could somehow eject you out of the thick tension of the room that was overworking your lungs with harsh gasps. Curiosity burned away and contentment bursting out with life like a phoenix reborn from ashes, his eyes still following you closely, latching onto the way yours darted between the collar bones peek-a-booing beneath the unbuttoned collar of his disheveled button up and his face. An all too familiar grin spread across those plump hot lips of his, a smuggest of a smirk. 

“So. My baby girl got a thing for glasses huh… Why didn’t you said so in the first place.” He leaned back into his chair, legs spread wide as if daring you to perch atop them. With a swift motion of his finger, you hopped out of your seat and straight to his side as if you just won the lottery. 

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7 Things that Require No Talent, But a lot of Hard Work

Lately I’ve seen a post floating around about “10 things that require zero talent”, and the list includes: being on time, work ethic, effort, body language, energy, attitude, passion, being coachable, doing extra, and being prepared.

Now, some of these are questionably controllable, like attitude or body language because those things people interpret differently. My overall opinion of this post was that it was meh, because most of these things DO NOT come naturally. Sure, they don’t require talent but being on time requires planning and being passionate about everything you do just isn’t possible. Not to mention that energy levels are sometimes out of our control - for example, in the spring I need to take allergy medications that make me EXTREMELY sleepy, but if I don’t take them I’m too sick to get out of bed! When I struggled with clinical depression, I always had low energy levels - it would be a shame to judge people by that. 

That being SAID, making the best of the energy you have is what I attempt to do, even if that means getting up and brushing my hair and taking a shower before going back to bed. So because I felt like some of these reasons were a little unfair or really underrepresented the hard work involved in achieving them, I wanted to do a list of my own.

7 Things That Require Zero Talent, BUT a lot of Hard Work and Practice

This title, to me, is more accurate about how to achieve your goals. Nothing comes easily, and implying that there are 10 things you can do to be successful that require “zero talent” is mislabeling. 

1. Being Prepared - I’m copying this one from the original list because it’s SO important, but I wouldn’t call it something that requires zero talent. Everyone has different ways of always being prepared, but I keep both a planner AND a bullet journal. It takes time and effort to do your research and to go into every meeting and every assignment prepared. BUT in the long run, reading the syllabus and the textbook before class, researching the company you’re interviewing with, will always pay off.

2. Stop Procrastinating Everything - It’s so easy to fall into a trap of saying “I’ll do this later” “I can always start tomorrow”, DON’T START TOMORROW, START NOW. If you keep putting something off, you’ll look back and say, “I wish I had started that first day all those months ago.” I do this thing I like to call “selective procrastination” - like when I avoid reading my textbook by working on a paper due in three months, or paying bills, or calling my mom. I try to procrastinate by doing something else productive when I can, but let’s be real - we all need a Netflix day sometimes and there’s nothing wrong with that.

3. Maximum productivity - Don’t do that thing where you’re half studying/half checking your phone every couple minutes. Dedicate yourself completely to studying for blocks of time, and then take breaks when you need to. If you try to multitask while studying, you’ll inevitably end up getting less done. Making one thing at a time your priority without letting yourself get distracted is the best way to make yourself more productive. 

4. Always Be the Hardest Worker in the Room - This is one that I repeat to myself always. Sometimes, I get frustrated when my friends want me to go out on a Thursday night, or go to the movies on a Monday, when I know I have to study. And then I look up from my work, I look around, and think, “Am I the hardest working person in this room yet?” Sometimes I am (sometimes I’m the only person in the room). Sometimes I need to remind myself that it’s impossible to get results, and to get a 4.0, if you don’t want to work for it. Set aside time for your friends, and set aside time to study.

5. Be Patient, Don’t Rush Results - During my freshman yeah, I barely studied, so my sophomore year was a rude awakening. I didn’t go from studying 14 hours a week to 40 hours a week right away, and I was quickly overwhelmed. I had to carve out time to study, and I had to figure out how I studied best and the most efficient study methods for me (I used a pomodoro timer for a while, and now I just instinctively try to study 20 minutes on with a short break.) Find what works for you, and don’t give up: it will be hard at first and that’s okay.

6. Don’t Just Memorize, Actually Understand - I have a really good memory, so sometimes I cheat myself and memorize concepts instead of actually understanding them deeply. Every single time I do this, it comes back around to bite me. Having a solid understanding of the concepts is important in subjects like biology, economics, and psychology, among many many others. It’s worth putting in extra time to understand concepts instead of trying to take the easy way out and memorize info that you think will be a short cut. There are no short cuts to success

7. Give Yourself a Break - If you actually hate studying, or if you’re not passionate about what you’re doing, all of this will be so much harder. Studying came so much more naturally once I found something I was interested in studying! But here’s the thing - even once I found what I wanted to study, I still got burned out and needed breaks. I needed to just lay in bed and watch Netflix sometimes, or watch food videos on my phone during my lunch breaks. You don’t have to study 24/7 to be successful, efficient studying is the key. It’s all about balance: don’t forget to make time for your friends and family and hobbies.

Wow I apologize for this very long, rambling post! These are just a few tips that have really helped me to be successful in college, and will be really helpful to look back on once I get into the stress of junior year 😅

The OHC Cast as Stuff I've Done While Drunk
  • Julian: Cried for over half an hour over how pure and good my friend's blind cat is while petting and hugging it
  • The Narrator: Explained the entire plot of Hamilton at 6am, with renditions of some of the musical numbers and poor choreography
  • John: Made out with at least seven people, got kicked in the face, cried on and off for about an hour, acquired several hickeys, and tried to jump out of a window all in the same night
  • Leticia: Tried to re-unite my friends when we got split up into two groups but ended up getting lost on my own and just went back to the bar to get another drink, also had to be held back from nearly cracking a guy's ribs when he wouldn't leave my friends alone
  • Jacques: Decided at 5:30 am I was really energetic, did two push-ups, and then collapsed onto the floor
  • François: Partied all night long just enjoying living my life and minding my business while my entire group were having several different catastrophic fights between themselves
  • Pierre: Passed out for an hour or so at a party, then woke up, chugged my drink and went back into it comparing myself to the second coming of Jesus
  • Coco: Enthusiastically listened to a stranger tell me their entire life story while too drunk to actually hear anything or remember what they were saying
need a loving hand (to help you fall asleep tonight)

July 20th, day 5 nurseydex week prompt: hurt/comfort

[SORRY THIS IS SO LATE GUYS it was a long day]

“I’ll be back later,” Dex tells him, slinging his bag over his shoulder. No practice today, but Dex has an early class. Normally he doesn’t mind morning classes – years of working and living in Maine enforced an early to bed/early to rise mentality so fierce he can’t knock it even on off-season. Not even for Christmas. But he’s making a bit of an exception today and allowing himself to want to stay at the Haus, in bed with his boyfriend. Because it’s Nursey. And for Nursey, he’ll always make an exception.

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Falling (Carlos de Vil x Reader)

Requested by @fuckkoffcourtney 
Prompt:  hi!! could you write a carlos deville from descendants x reader where reader lives on auradon and is a teaching assistant in remedial goodness 101 and she starts to fall for carlos as he does for her? thanks sm!

You would walk into the room where you have been helping in the remedial godness 101 class for the kids Ben invited from the Isle. 

Sure you agreed with your friend Ben that it would be a cool idea, but you had no idea how big of an impact it would have made on your friend group. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” You hear a voice say 

You would snap out of your thoughts and look up at whoever had asked you the question to see the one and only Carlos De Vil. You would admit, he has sort of grown on you. but you didn’t want to say anything until you were sure that he would be staying. Besides, (insert mother here), your mother wouldn’t be too fond of him, he was raised by villains, therefore he will turn out just like them. 

“Yeah, I’m fine Carlos. Thanks for asking. It’s just been a very long day.” You say, rubbing your temples 

“If you want, you can join me and Dude for a walk through the forest.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck 

You smile and look back at the clock and nod, mentally thinking about your schedule. 

“I think I could squeeze that into my schedule. I don’t have to meet with Ben until 5. I got a few hours.” You say, stacking your papers 

“Sweet.” He says 

You laugh as you stand up and put your books and papers in your bag, slinging it across your shoulder, walking out of the room with Carlos right next to you. 

“How did you even get caught up with helping in this class?” He asks 

“Let’s just say Ben is a very thoughtful friend.” You say with a laugh 

“He just volunteered you?” He asks, shock in his voice 

“When you’ve known each other for basically you’re whole lives, he doesn’t even ask me. He knows I’ll most likely do it.” You say with a smile 

“Well, it’s pretty cool having you help teach that class. I don’t know if we would have survived that class if it wasn’t for you.” He says 

You laugh and look at him with a little surprise on your face. 

“Of course you guys could have.” You says “Fairy Godmother is a very good teacher for goodness.” 

“That’s only because she doesn’t know anything else.” He says 

“True.” You say with a laugh 

He smiles as you two continue to walk through the woods in silence, an occasional bark from Dude. 

“How are you guys liking Auradon anyway?” You asks 

“It’s actually a lot cooler than we all thought. Other than all of the… what’s the right word?” He says 

“Rules?” You ask 

“That’s one thing, but not what I was getting at. I want to be nice but all of the prince and princesses everywhere are just so different from the isle.” He says 

“Yeah. Back at the isle is just the kids of our biggest villains who have tried to take our parents down.” You say 

“Exactly.” He says 

“Well I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Cause in my opinion, I think Mal was a good thing that happened to Ben.” You say 

“You weren’t upset that he broke up with Audrey?” He asks, shock lacing his voice 

“Not at all. Me and Audrey had our differences. I thought she was too controlling over Ben.” You say 

“That would make sense. You have been part of his life longer than she was.” He says 

You laugh and nod, looking down at the watch you always wore, and purse your lips. 

“I have to go. I have to meet Ben in about 30 minutes. Talk to you tomorrow?” You say 

“Yeah, of course.” He says, a smile on his face 

-~-

You would be looking at the papers Fairy Godmother gave you to go over for the next lesson in Remedial Goodness 101. You groan in frustration as you waited in the office, waiting for Ben, who was now 15 minutes late to his own meeting that HE planned. 

“Sorry that I’m late Y/N. Got distracted.” Ben says as he hurries in, shutting the door behind him 

“Date with Mal?” You ask, not looking up 

“Yeah. How is Remedial Goodness 101 going with them? I hope that it wasn’t too much for you.” He says as he sits across from you, handing you some water 

You finally look up from the papers as you put them back in your bag, taking the water from his hand and take a sip. 

“I want to say it’s going good. I’ve seen major improvement in them from when they first came to Auradon.” You say 

“That’s a plus. Do you think you are still needed?” He asks 

You shrug and lean back in your chair, looking at him. 

“Doesn’t matter to me. I don’t have a class that period, I’m usually in the library studying.” You say 

“You sure? There’s not a certain somebody in there.” He says 

You look at him, confusion then shock on your face and she mentally face palm. 

“What has Mal told you?” You ask 

“That she’s noticed how your attitude has seem to change since you and Carlos started talking after class more often.” He says 

You look away, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. He laughs as he sets his water down. 

“I knew it!” He says 

“Knew what?” You ask 

“I knew you liked him. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” He says 

“Alright, I’ll admit, I think I’m falling for him.” You say 

“That’s okay Y/N. Your parents would like him.” He says 

“Who knows.” You say 

You look over at him and he just has that look on his face. You roll your eyes at him, sighing. 

“You’re lucky I have faith in you. Or I wouldn’t believe you.” You say 

He laughs, shaking his head. 

-~-

“Carlos, you were out longer than usual.” Jay says as Carlos walks into the dorm room 

“Yeah, I know. I lost track of time while I was talking with Y/N.” Carlos says, sitting down at the table 

“Oh is somebody else falling for one of them?” Jay teases 

“I just might be. But I don’t think it’s a good thing. Cause our parents are just going to throw them in prison when they take over, so what’s the point?” He asks 

“Maybe your mom might let you keep her out of prison.” Jay says 

“Highly doubt Mal’s mother would though.” He says, logging onto his computer 

“Just go for it. Mal shouldn’t be the only one who is somewhat happy.” Jay says 

“We’ll see.” Carlos says as he starts his homework

‘Til Next Time

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Reader starts a new job next door to a brewery, which Jensen just happens to be the owner of. 

Word Count: 4395

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, light bondage, drinking, Dom!Jensen, Sub!Reader

A/N: This is an RPF fic with a few slight changes to real life details, just go with it. I wasn’t going to release this until I had at least attempted to write another chapter to this, but since it is RPF Appreciation Day and someone requested I work on this next, here you go. This fic was inspired when this photo was posted about a month after I started a new job next door to a brewery. Thanks goes to @wi-deangirl77 for the read over, for making sure I stuck with this and for listening to my daily musings about Jensen, the brewery, and where my daydreams were leading my mind to. 

*As always, feedback keeps me writing. Please feed my muse.*


The decision to take the job is easy. It is closer to my dream job than anything else ever has been, but it is still so far off from being in the career I want to be in. Yet, somehow it just seems right.  

The back entrance just happens to be right across the alley from the new brewery that had just opened up 8 months ago. It is a big hit in town and a huge tourist attraction.  A distillery in the middle of downtown with a bar and restaurant attached. Yep, instant success. Actually, that has nothing to do with why the job seems right. The brewery, as a matter of fact, is very annoying. There is constantly construction work being done in the alley, which means it is noisy and very distracting from my work. Although the construction workers aren’t all that bad looking, so I’ll deal with it.

Day two of the new job and I’m late getting to work. Off to a bang up start. I pull into the parking lot and as I am hurrying into the building I look over at the distillers and see the owners of the brewery standing outside talking. I smile and nod, but don’t say anything as I hurry past to get inside, not wanting to make a bad impression on the first week.

I wanted to stop, or at least slow down slightly. To gawk if only for a second at the marvelous specimen of a man that was standing just over 10 feet away. I wanted to smile, say hi and perhaps if I was lucky strike up a conversation. Sigh, maybe next time, if there is a next time. I have to be realistic. Owners don’t always stop by on a regular basis. Sometimes they are more like investors who stop by once every couple of years to make sure things are still running smoothly. It is highly possible I will not catch even the slightest glimpse of him again for several more years. I am hopeful though that I am wrong and that he will not be that type of owner.

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  • positive tumblr post: you should get a full 8 hours and wake up at the same time every morning !!!!
  • me, with bloodshot eyes, bags underneath, chugging caffeinated drinks and refreshing my dash every 5 minutes, knowing full well i have to be up in a few measly hours and come morning i will regret every choice i've ever made in me entire life: i'll sleep when i'm dead, karen
You know you play too much SLBP when...

[ So I just thought of this thing that could be pretty interesting to do. Please feel free to add to this list via comment and/or reblog~ Let’s see how creative SLBP fans can be X’D ]

  • You hum the game’s theme song upon startup
  • You tell yourself you need to spend less time on the game, but end up checking it every 5 hours anyway
  • You’re suddenly good at math because you have to know how many hearts you need to get x love points, battle items
  • You have a massive amount of game screenshots that you’ve organized into folders (which have sub-folders, of course)

POETRY BOOTCAMP

1
First off, poems aren’t magical things that plop from the air and onto your plate, fat and greasy like Grandmother’s dumplings. It might happen, but I wouldn’t count on it.

2
Be open for the unexpected, but be so with purpose. If something comes up, don’t think about how you can turn the adventure into a poem; rather, be in the moment. Be aware of the imagery around you, but try to connect with the people you are with and what you are experiencing. Upon reflection, the important imagery will be magnetized to the emotion you felt in your environment. So often poets forget to live in the moment, trying desperately to fit each experience into a poem, which is impossible and dangerous. Giving context without reflection can often lead to abstraction and generalization, not only with regard to setting, but also to characterization and theme.

3
Read what you hate and find a way to love it, or don’t. Either way, read away from your comfort zone. This won’t only help with voice, syntax, and diction, but it may also provide necessary conditioning for that part of your brain you so often neglect.

4
Take care of yourself. Whether it’s exercise, washing your hands, or eating vegetables, try to make the most out your daily existence. Trust me, drinking and writing do not mix, at least not for long. Pick your vices and cut them in half. Your output will double.

5
Mix up your writing times. My wife is a fiction writer, and she’s on a consistent schedule, but speaking as a poet, I have to write at different times. I get bored easily, so I break it up. Write for an hour, then take a walk, or smoke half a cigarette, or pluck a chicken. If you’re bored or just pissed with a draft, leave it alone. Poems are cats. When they get hungry or want attention, they’ll let you know.

6
Chase things. Imagine you are on a zip line that can go anywhere. Where are you going? What do you see? What do these things have to do with your insecurities, your definitions, you? Also, why are you on a zip line in the first place?

7
Write ugly poems.

8
Stop writing about birds. Poets always write about birds, and I get it, but if you want to write about a bird, dissect it with a hammer.

9
Chances are, you aren’t a genius. If you think you are, I can guarantee you that your friends don’t think so. If they do, dump them. Writers need friends who challenge them. Praise is unhealthy and can lead to stagnant writing. I’m not condoning putting yourself down at every turn or surrounding yourself with that type, but keep any praise in a jar outside of your workspace, and embrace the idea that your writing can get better with honesty and hard work.

10
Know what motivates you. If you have to get pissed off to write, do it, but don’t take it out on other people. That’s bullshit. Be nice to people.

11
Don’t stand in line. Dance with someone you love, and mean it.

12
If you write in a standard form, stop it. It’s boring. I don’t care if it matches some theme or whatever; mix it up. I don’t wear the same black shirt everyday because “I’m making a statement.” Push yourself out of your comfort zone. Disguise a Petrarchan sonnet in the middle of a long poem, and better yet, rock the hell out of it.

13
Stop going to the junkyard. Every poet pulls from old drafts. Sometimes it’s great, can lead to inspiration, or maybe–on the off chance–you revitalize an old draft, but don’t let this become a habit. Stop being afraid to trust your ever-changing self.

14
If you don’t understand your poem, no one else will.

15
Don’t revise. Rewrite. Open up a new document and approach your draft anew. This often helps flush out the garbage sentences and needless stanzas.

16
Now revise.

17
People will read your poems if you send them out. Be professional in every way. Editors will notice.

18
I don’t know why you write poems, but you should.

—  Kerry James Evans, author of Bangalore (Copper Canyon)