You have shit taste

anonymous asked:

BYSOTI(D) prompt: Vitya is waxing poetic about the gloriousness of Yuuri's ass (to Chris). If this is in person, Yuuri walks in; if not, Victor accidentally sends his soliloquy to him instead of Chris. Ideally before they get together xD

Viktor
And then he was stretching, and the way that his pants drew taut across his ass…  I just can’t handle it sometimes.  Why does he have to be so hot?  And cute.  And hot.  And cute.  I can’t even pick one.

Yuuri blinked at the message.  This… this wasn’t the sort of thing that Viktor would send to him.  It wasn’t the sort of thing that Yuuri wanted Viktor to send.  He really really really didn’t want to hear about Viktor’s conquests or who he thought was hot.

It was uncomfortable.

It made him want what he couldn’t have.

He much preferred Viktor up on his pedestal as the best skater.  The one to beat.  The one to strive to be just as good as.

(And a friend, but right now…)

Yuuri
Who?
Also, you probably didn't mean to send this to me.  It was for Chris, right?

The part that sucked the most was knowing that Viktor would just laugh off sending the message to the wrong person before asking if Yuuri wanted all the details even knowing that Yuuri would threaten to not talk to him if he did that.

It was always all fun and games with Viktor.

***

Viktor
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Chris
One second you’re regaling me with the discussion of how great Yuuri’s ass looked in the practice video the JSF posted on their website and the next you’re cursing.  Came too soon?

Viktor
I accidentally sent the message to Yuuri.

Chris
Well, that’s one way to tell the boy you’d like to do him every which way and then take him to the altar.

Viktor
Chris!  I’m serious!  What the fuck am I supposed to do?!
Wait… he… he doesn’t realise I’m talking about him.  I didn’t actually mention his name.
What do I do?  He asked who I was talking about!

Chris
Hmmm.  Just listen to me for a minute here.  I have a crazy idea.  You like crazy ideas.

Viktor
I’ll take any idea!

Chris
TELL HIM THAT IT WAS ABOUT HIM.  Then arrange to meet up somewhere.  Give in to your hormones for a sex filled weekend.  Propose or something a few weeks later and then, here’s the really crazy part, BE HAPPY (And maybe don’t tell me about all the sex you’re having because then I might have to kill you.)

Viktor
That is the worst plan in the history of plans!
I’ll… I’ll just make something up.  Maybe say I was talking about the ice dancer you have the hots for.

Chris
Coward.

Viktor
YES I AM!

***

Viktor
HAHAHA!  You’re right!  I was talking with Chris about this Swiss ice dancer!  Maybe you’ve seen him skate?

Yuuri
Ah.  Yes.  Chris has pointed him out before.  He’s all right, I suppose.  Not really my type.
Um… I need to go.  Enjoy talking with Chris about your hot ice dancer!

Yuuri pressed the power button on his phone until the phone shut all the way off.  He didn’t want to see anything more about hot ice dancer whoever for the rest of the night.  He needed to study.  And then he’d go out and… do something.  Something so he wouldn’t have to think.

That was a solid plan.

***

Viktor
FUCK.
I think he’s upset with me.

Chris
Should have gone with my plan…

anonymous asked:

You like sonic heroes you have a shitty taste in sonic games I can't believe it you'll defend anything sonic

lol okay so are we not allowed to like anything that has flaws in it? I acknowledge sonic heroes is cheesy, corny, the camera is bad, the controls are slippery, and probably a lot more, BUT I love it despite of that. I have nostalgia factor in it too, just as I’m pretty sure a lot of people have with other games. I’m not defending the game, I’m stating I love it despite the flaws just as you will focus on the bad stuff, I focus on the things I love.

basically:

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❤ Soulmate Drabble (1/13) ❤

Originally posted by minghaon

Member: The8
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 660

Whenever your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too. How loud the music is depends on how close to them you are. 


The first time you heard it you were visiting in Seoul, more specifically you were at a bus stop. It seemed not as romantic as you were told. Just a faint bass echoing throughout your body that no one else seemed to hear. The first time you heard it you were visiting in Seoul, so in Seoul you stayed.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to pack up their life and move far away when they first heard whatever song happened to play, in fact it was encouraged, but nonetheless it remained terrifying. And perhaps what scared you most of all was despite the fact that you had worn a dangling pair of earbuds around your neck since the age of four, you did nothing. Your fingers had hovered over the play button anxiously ready to start the song that you had picked out when you were much younger and much more eager of the situation. But they you didn’t move, and the quiet hum of the guitar you felt throughout your body flickered away like a dying campfire.

You had visited what seemed like every corner of Seoul by then, wandering around with two overused earbuds in your ears replaying the same song over and over. It was unbearable, in fact you had wondered if you may have simply gone insane. You may as well have composed the song yourself because that was all that was on your mind. However, despite the months you wandered around looking for what seemed like a lost cause you were only greeted with silence.

You had grown to taking the same route every day: first the array of food carts that smelled greasy in the most wonderful way, then to the park with the biggest red slide you had ever seen, and then finally you would visit the small overgrown wishing well that no longer worked and was riddled in weeds. The wishing well seemed enticing, like it knew something you didn’t. So, every day despite better judgement telling you you should look for somewhere new you were instead always draw back to here. You would listen to the same song everyday, but there was never an answer. That was until now.

It was the faint bass that reverberated throughout your body, faintly matching the drum of your every pounding heart. And for some unexplainable reason, in this moment you knew exactly where to run. It was never a game of hot cold, it was never a question of if you would ever hear that song again. None of that seemed like a worry anymore because you two were made for one another, and you both somehow knew exactly where to run.

You ran past the rows of food stands, ignoring the intoxicating smell of beef, Louder. You ran past the park, listening to the sounds of children squealing when they went down the slider, however that all seemed so quiet, Louder. And then you reached it, the old wishing well that was so covered paddy weeds you could hardly tell what it was. And there he was.

His eyes reminded you of the sun, with such heat and utter passion to melt glaciers. A set of cherry stained lips framing a mouth that had yet to speak the first words. You finally realized the song that was playing over and over again within your chest, and you could only help, but bite back a laugh. Everything in this moment seemed so bubbly, so bubbly with anxiety and wonder and hope.

“Hi, I’m Minghao. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything sooner, I was so afraid to press play.” He motioned to his phone that was playing the shittest pop song you had ever heard, making the entire moment seem much less serious and more exciting and fun.

“Hi Minghao, you have shit taste in music.” You laughed, and so did he making a much more beautiful melody than what you could ever play.

-peach

You might not like ___, but ___. (Anime)

-You might not like Cowboy Bebop, but it’s soundtrack is God Tier.

-You might not like 5 Centimeters per Second, but at least it’s an hour of wallpapers.

-You might not like Boku no Pico butt fuck you.

-You might not like Negima, but at least it gave us some lesbian fanservice.

-You might not like Clannad, but you have to admit that you cried too.

-You might not like JoJo, but you don’t even pose.

-You might not like Bleach, but it still had an amazing first story arc.

-You might not like FMA, but you have to admit you have shit taste.

-You might not like OreImo, but I incest you give it a fair shake.

-You might not like Evangelion, but you can’t argue that it is not convoluted.

-You might not like Naruto, but it´s not just filler, believe it.

-You might not like K-On, but you have to admit that it’s cute.

anonymous asked:

What is you top 5 fics

I gave my top 10 11 bc I couldn’t narrow it down (still had a hard time narrowing it down).  In no specific order;

I have a lot of fav fanfics that I enjoyed as much as these fics, these are just the ones I’ve reread the most so now that I barely have new fics to read, I’ll be rereading other fics as well.

What’s your #1 fic

Don’t have one.

RFA+V+Saeran Reacts to MC’s Strange Music Tastes

AKA Mc has complete and utter shit taste in music and they must suffer along with her (*゜▽゜ノノ゛☆ (This is so silly I’m so sorry)


Zen

- While you were cleaning, you had decided to put on your favorite musical (sans Zen) and wash the dishes.

- I mean, there wasn’t a lot, but it gave you an excuse for being so slow with them

- Of course, as cheesy as the musical was, you found yourself singing along the best you could, despite the language barriers

- And of course, while you were attempting to belt out both lines to the duet, Zen decided to come home

- At first he was extremely confused. Was that English? Did you know English? Why didn’t you ever mention that! That was so impressive!

- But once he notices you have no idea he’s there, and you’re singing your heart out, he slowly steps up behind you, peering at the….weird musical on your laptop.

- “Babe, if you wanted to sing a duet, you could have told me.”

- You jumped, having water and suds splash back at you, as Zen chuckled and apologizes.

- “Ah, sorry babe, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you watching though?”

- With a very red (and soapy face) you explain your love of this musical’s soundtrack, even though it’s… Not on the great side.

- But the moment you admit its a favorite of yours, he’s talking about a movie night and that the two of you could probably watch it tonight.

- (God, Zen, Please no)

- Honestly, when the two of you did manage to watch it, he didn’t tease you too much for loving the songs due to how embarrassed you were

- I mean…He’s definitely sung worse.

Jumin

- After a long and annoying workday, he often found it comforting to see you and Elizabeth 3rd bonding.

- But coming home to a speaker system blaring god awful noise, and Elizabeth 3rd in your arms as you rocked your hips in time with the music, was not exactly what he found comforting.

- After taking a moment to find the stereo remote and quickly turning it down, he took a deep breath before speaking.

- “Mc. What are you doing to Elizabeth 3rd.” His voice was so monotone you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

- “I, uh, was just dancing with her to some music. She’s okay, see?”

- You turned to face him, showing how lazily Elizabeth 3rd was curled in your arms.

- It didn’t stop him from slowly taking her out of your grasp and holding her close.

- “That was music?”

- “Uhm….Yes…Electro kinda swing music.” Embarrassed already, you turned to go cut the stereo off completely, trying to avoid his gaze.

- Of course that didn’t stop his questions

- He went on and on. What was Electric Swing? Why did it sound like his phone was dropping a call with someone in an old records store? What was the weird slang?

- After spending around an hour showing him examples, why you were listening to it, explaining to him how he could use urban dictionary for most slang questions, he finally let the subject drop for a bit.

- “Do a lot of people listen to this type of music?”

- “Not really, I just have shit taste in music, honestly.”

- Catching on that you feel a bit embarrassed, he decided to clear his throat.

- “Well, I rather….Like it.” (He did not) “It’s….unique.”

- “Jumin, you don’t have to lie-”

- “No, no, teach me how to dance in tune with this. You were dancing with Elizabeth 3rd, and I will admit I was a bit jealous.”

- This dork. But… At least he was willing to at least pretend he liked it, and not tease you.

Seven

- So, Seven was busy working. Usually when he was in so deep into his work, you could literally say or do anything and he wouldn’t notice. And hey, you had listened to music before when he was like this. Why not listen to the one song that had been stuck in your head all day?

- You loaded up your playlist, took another look at him as you started up your music. When he didn’t react whatsoever, you popped up your internet browser and started to goof around offline, enjoying your music.

- You zoned out pretty quickly, not paying attention as it switched to a very perverse song, and Seven finally perking up from his own computer screen.”

- “….Mc, what are you listening to?”

- “Hm?” You refocused on the lyrics, recognizing one of your japanese songs playing. You cringed a bit, not realising the language change to hide from Seven, but, oh well. “It’s just a silly song.”

- “….A silly song about prostitutes?”

- You felt the color drain from your face. “You know what it was saying?”

- “You really think out of all the languages I’ve learned, japanese wouldn’t be on that list?” He smirked as you groaned and covered your face. “So, uh, were you in the mood? Were you wanting to try those things she was saying? Like makin-”

- “Don’tyoufuckingdare.”

- He busted out laughing, getting out of his computer chair to walk over and ruffle your hair. 

- “But I mean, seriously, are you in the mood because…”

- “…Okay, fine.”

Yoosung

- Okay, so Yoosung probably has the same amount of shit taste of music as you do. At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you finally bring over some of your games to play at his house.

- You told him you loved shooters, scary games, or just basically anything with a good story plot.

- But…You hadn’t told him about your love for a certain music game yet.

- Once you two were all settled in his room with gaming drinks and snacks, you let out a deep breath.

- “Yoosung….Please don’t judge me for this.”

- ???

- You turned on the game, a certain popular computer idol filling the screen in such a cute pose. You expected him to laugh at you, to wiggle around uncomfortably trying to figure out if you were a ‘real’ gamer or not.

- But he just let out a little chuckle.

- “Mc, why would I judge you for that? A lot of my friends play some of her games. They like her music, too! I guess that goes without saying…”

- You looked at him in shock. “What!?”

- “Yeah, I kinda wanted to play it too. Will you show me?”

- Oh my god, you loved this man.

Jaehee

- When you two closed the cafe down at night, you would start a playlist the two for you set up filled with your favorite chore songs and start cleaning. It helped speed things up, and helped the two of you have a few cute moments.

- She would hum along with some of Zen’s songs, or other songs from musicals. If you starting signing along, she would slowly join you, both of you giggling afterwards.

- It wasn’t often a song of yours popped up, mainly due to the fact you wanted to try and hear her sing as much as possible, but tonight one of your favorites popped on and you didn’t have the heart to skip it.

- So soon, as the slow music started playing, you steadily stopped sweeping, swaying side to side with the broom in your hand.

- Jaehee tried to hide her laugh as she watched, failing a bit. “Mc, what are you doing?”

- “I love this song soo much, it’s so relaxing.”

- She listened to the lyrics, some strange japanese tinted broken english, and was lucky she was able to understand it. Lingering affects of working with such a huge business, even though she hadn’t had to use english in a while.

- But you put your broom aside and held your arms out to her.

- “I know it’s silly, but dance with me, please? I’ve always wanted to dance with someone to this song.”

- Aaaaa, you were making her face so red.

- She walked over, letting you wrap your arms around her and sway to the music. Slowly she did the same, resting her head on yours and letting her shoulders drop a bit.

- Even though it was a strange song…. It was nice being able to do this with you, especially if it made you happy.

V

- Usually when he came home, he was used to you being somewhere in the living room, since it was connected to the front door. 

- I mean it’s not like he absolutely needed your help, but it was always sweet walking up and hearing you hop off the couch to hug him and subtly try to guide him where he needed to go

- Instead, he was greeted by some solemn sounding music coming from the bedroom. After a bit of of navigating, he made it in, the music nearly blasting.

- As the crescendo lowered, he spoke up a bit.

- “Mc?”

- “I’m laying on the bed.”

- He nodded, finding a spot where the bed didn’t dip too much and sat down, happy he managed to sit beside you but a safe distance.

- He listened to the music pick up again, a male voice sounding low and grief stricken. Due to being overseas and picking up some english, he recognized some words, but not all.

- “Mc, what is this?”

- “It’s like…A novel, but an album? Each song tells a continuous story, but it’s so… I don’t know. Sad, but good?”

- “Are you feeling okay?”

- “…A bit. I don’t know.”

-  He took off his glasses, placing them in his shirt pocket and carefully laying down. Once his hand found yours, he managed to pull you to him, encouraging you to snuggle up.

- “Do you want me to listen to this with you?”

- “…Yeah.”

- He didn’t understand the lyrics fully, or why you were wanting to listen to something sad, but he just kissed your forehead and let you zone out to the music.

- Later on, when he found out that album helped you become more creative, he was wanting you to explain and translate a bit of it for him on the off chance it would inspire him as well.

Saeran

- You were a bit ashamed of your music tastes around him, especially since he wasn’t afraid to tell you if something you liked was ridiculous or not (to him, at least), but he managed to find out anyway.

- You were just picking up a bit since the two of you still lived with Seven and the house was horrible, and you were humming along with your music blasting from your headphones. Since it was loud, and you were more focused on cleaning in time with the music, you didn’t notice Saeran had been trying to talk to you.

- Until he yanked out your earbud.

- You yelped, even though it didn’t hurt too much, and turned to scold at him, but he spoke before you could.

- “How many times do I have to tell you to let him clean up his own mess? He won’t learn otherwise,” He paused for a moment, hearing the music coming from the earbud in his hand. “What kind of emo shit is this?”

- You frowned, yanking the earbud back away from him. “Don’t try to act like you don’t listen to this kind of music!”

- “I did when I was younger, and now I’m an adult, Mc. Something you’re apparently not.”

- Ooooho! That jerk. You cut off your mp3, bringing out your phone instead.

- “Don’t try to hide it!”

- “I’m not hiding anything, Mc.”

- Your fingers typed away on your phone, searching for a song you knew he couldn’t argue against.

- “…What are you doing?”

- You smiled as you found good audio of the song, pressing play and turning the volume up. He looked confused, until a certain G note rang out, and he instantly looked furious.

- “Don’t you play that shit, cut it off. “

- “Nope~!”

- “Mc, I swear to fucking god-”

- The vocals started, and you sang along with them, causing him to start stomping out of the room. But, you followed him anyway, making him yell at you more.

- “I will ruin your phone if you keep this up!”

- “Apologize, then I’ll cut it off!”

- The only thing stopping your argument was Seven coming home, and him even laughing at your music choices.

- You just couldn’t win with either of them.

for real, beer is just gross bread juice. ill have the shit that tastes good please and thank you and if someone doubts your gender identity because you dont want to drink some nasty shit the only thing you can do is pity them for never growing up

// nsfw ish!
also made it as if MC closed the computer in the middle of an audio file playing and,, yes


Zen:

- all.. all he wanted was to look up some reviews on a facemask while on break at rehearsals

- he didn’t ask for this

- at literally full volume he hears Soft Anime Moans™ and he panics

- nearly breaks the computer trying to find the window caused all this

- he doesn’t care about what you do on the internet or what you’re into on there but pl e ase do a private window next time MC and not on his laptop

- he’s never going to be the same man he once was after this at rehearsals

Jumin:

- he didn’t have much time this morning to get ready for a meeting, so he just grabbed your laptop instead of his last minute for taking notes and such

- as soon as he sits down in the board room and makes himself comfy is when he opens it up

- and suddenly loud ass moans and groans start playing and everyone looks at him and he fucking threw that computer backwards and it br o k e

- he was so surprised and his first instinct was to break it dear god

- just kind of cleared his throat and continued on as normal using a notepad and paper

- all he can think of is coming home and reprimanding you for leaving such inappropriate things up on his work computer why would you do this to him

Yoosung:

- similar to Jumin, grabbed it really quick thinking it was his before running off to school.

- everyone settles into their tables and pulls out their laptops and as soon as his is open there’s sUCKING SOUNDS AND WHINES

- HES SCREAMING TRYING TO GET IT TO GO AWAY

- THEN THE DUDE CUMS AND AAA FUCK NO

- one of his friends finds the window and closes it for him but obviously it’s a bit too late now

- literally about to cry because that was so embarrassing he’s never going to let you live this down


Jaehee:

- all she wanted was to look something up for her boss

- she did not need porn sounds filling the office

- she’s never broken anything faster in her life

- literally karate chopped that shit dear god why would you do this to her

- you’re totally getting wh i p p ed as soon as she gets back

Seven:

- probably opened up his computer to read some good old healthy yaoi so i mean

- just rolls with it

- little bit turned on too he cant lie

- continues reading whatever you were because those moans were so high quality this isn’t some neko sugar girls shit

- he’ll bring it up later that you have good taste

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

/v/ is an echo chamber tho

any community has those tendencies but people can come into your echo chamber and say you have shit taste and that they’ll fuck your mom on /v/

any movement out of lockstep gets you axed on gaf

University: The Unofficial List of Life Hacks and Advice*

*from a girl that figured it all out the hard way.

- Don’t underestimate the power of a list.
     If you’re anything like me (or 99% of the people I met at Uni) you’re not exactly organised… The night before, or the morning of a busy day, write down everything you want to get done that day. It lessens the nagging feeling that you’re wasting (or failing at) the expensive education…

Originally posted by misplaced-pho

- Do not make the first person you meet your BFF.
     Everyone is going to be nervous, or more probably, shitting themselves the first few days. Everyone wants to make friends and find ‘their place’ but DO NOT for the love of God make bezzie mates with the first person you get chatting to because you’re ‘PANIC FRIENDING’. Chances are that person will end up being the weirdest person on your course (not in a good way) and you’ll still be trying to shake them off by Christmas.

Originally posted by plumkat

- Join at least 2/3 societies.
     Even if you only go to the first mixer and basically think NOPE… It helps to meet people that aren’t on your course. Just don’t pay any sign up fees until you know for certain you’re planning on attending for the rest of the year. (£45 quid I never got back for joining the Ski and Snowboarding society - I never even got pissed with them, let alone went skiing…)

Originally posted by thinkingg-out-louud

- Make friends with people you have things in common with.
     I know you’re thinking ‘DUH that’s obvious’ but it’s easy to get sucked in by the ‘omg let’s go get mortal’ during Freshers, when everyone does nothing but drink cheap alcohol and cry into their 3am kebabs. PLEASE have an actual conversation (sober if possible) and get to know what people like to do when they’re not intoxicated. By November when you’re 1000% done with being perpetually wankered, don’t be that guy who (for example) gets stuck with the gym rats who do nothing but ‘lift bro’ and go to the sports bar for ‘the match’ when all you want to do is wear your pyjamas and watch Netflix.

Originally posted by spnfans

- Ignore the stupid reading list.
     No one reads it, and if you do need to read any of it, the tutor will remind you and probably even print out/email you the excerpt you have to actually look at. Please DO NOT waste valuable pizza money on books you won’t ever need. Learn to love yourself.

Originally posted by humorinrecovery

- Try not to stay up all night for the first week or two of classes.
     It’s nerve-wracking but have a shower and a warm drink and try to sleep…You’ll be given your first projects within the first 2/3 days of classes, and wasting the first two weeks enjoying your new ‘freedom’ will make your first term grades suffer… ALSO you’ll be given a summary of the year during the first class of each module, and it will seem a lot less daunting without a hangover/a groggy head from staying up on Xbox Live until 4am.

Originally posted by xtakemetoneverlandx

- Don’t worry about how ‘on fleek’ everyone looks for the first month.
     By January no one will care apart from the odd girl who will still painstakingly apply false lashes every day by June… At some point every person will drag themselves into class in joggers and a four day old tee-shirt. The unspoken agreement is they won’t judge you if you don’t judge them.

Originally posted by fuckyeahdragrace

- Make a meal plan.
     It’s kinda annoying working out what you’re going to eat all week, but buying specific ingredients saves a butt load of money instead of getting that fajita kit ‘just in case you fancy it’.

- Let yourself have the luxury of an on-tap comfort meal.
     After a shit/long/hard day, you’re going to want to kiss yourself when you remember you’ve got frozen chips, chicken nuggets (or some good old pizza), and beans waiting at home. It’s a relatively low-calorie feel-good comfort meal… Take yourself to bed with a movie and have some me-time.

Originally posted by imbrace

- Invest in a decent thermal flask.
     Not a hipster plastic version of a Starbucks to-go cup… But one with a proper screw on lid. Uni cafe coffee is fucking VILE and expensive, if you make your coffee about 8:30am it should still be hot pretty much all day. Amazon have proper Thermos ones for less than a tenner with free delivery here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Thermos-Thermocafe-Stainless-Steel-Flask/dp/B000TAOWC8

- Don’t underestimate how amazing a decent packed lunch is.
      Whipping out a proper gorgeous sandwich, crisps, and snacks that would cost (probably) £10 from the uni shop or worse, the ‘deli’ will make people hate you in a good way.

- Long. Life. Milk.
     Not for all the time, because it’s kinda gross and you cant have it on cereal because it tastes like shit on it’s own. But for about 40p you can get a carton from pretty much any shop, just keep it in a dark area of your room. At some point you will have to get up for an early lecture, to find your roommate has stolen your last bit of proper milk from the fridge, or you’ve let it go out of date without realising, and you’ll remember that long life milk in your room and want to happy-cry that you can still have your morning coffee…

Originally posted by souoalex

- Washing tabs VS. powder.
     Check in advance that the launderette washing machines have powder drawers, don’t buy £15 worth of Persil like I did, just to get to uni and find out the washers didn’t have BLOODY DRAWERS.

Originally posted by the-concrete-universe

- Only over-pack the actual luxuries.
     Packets of biscuits are about 40p, pop is next-to-nothing. BUT shampoo, conditioner and razors etc cost SO MUCH MONEY. Take all the toiletries your mom is willing to buy you and be thankful. Running out of deoderant and shaving gel is not fun when you realise that the ‘essentials’ add about £15 to your weekly shop.

- Don’t be a brand-whore.
     You won’t die if you eat off-brand beans. Put some butter in and get over it. Heinz is not the be all and end all. Buying the cheap brands will save major money, and when you’re the one left with £300 to buy Christmas presents your friends will all be crying into their John West tuna sandwiches.

- Don’t forget a colander.
     When you’re using anything you can find (the cheese grater, cling film with holes poked in, your roommates tennis racket) to drain your pasta, you’re going to wonder why you didn’t invest 99p in a colander/sieve from the pound shop.

Originally posted by kcgraphics

- Ear buds.
     If you’re living in halls, you’re really going to learn the value of peace and quiet. You can only bang on your roomies doors so many times before it’s just no use. Pop in your ear buds, and just choose your battles. (Also come in handy when you overhear the inevitable sex that IS going to happen. No escape.)

- Condoms.
     Even if you’re thinking ‘I’m never going to get laid’, ‘but I’ve got a steady boyfriend’, ‘But, I’m a lesbian’ personally, I was thinking the latter, but I took some anyway… Freshers week when I had a roommate who had brought a lady home and didn’t have any ‘things’, I was his hero. Basically, not accidentally getting knocked up, or saving your friends from doing so, is a good idea.

Originally posted by lilisister

- Surviving  l o n g  lectures.
     Take rustle-free snacks, and wear loose trousers (or a baggy top which will cover up your skinny jeans when you undo the button… sitting down with your belt cutting into you for three hours is not the greatest thing ever.)

(Disclaimer: These may not apply to everyone, they’re just from my personal experience. This list was composed originally for my best friend when she started her own uni journey; she suggested that I share it with the internet.)