TIPS FOR HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN (and other high schoolers!)
(first year, first grader, 大一, 신입생, 新入生, étudiant de première année…)
these tips may be slightly sarcastic and what you did not expect but it’s the truth!
its only the beginning
DO YOUR HOMEWORK. DON’T PROCRASTINATE. PLEASE.
if your school has a block schedule (every other period, for ex: per. 1/3/5/7 on monday and per. 2/4/6 on tuesday), do your homework the day it’s assigned!
when you come home, whether after practice or just straight from class, don’t sleep (hahaha says the person who sleeps right after), have a snack, relax for 15-30 minutes then do homework. then, you can do whatever you want after :)
actually write in your planner what your homework is unless your teacher posts it online…but still write it down in case of technical difficulties
if your school has “tutorial” (a time where you can ask your teachers for help, etc.), go to tutorial and ask for help … or eat your lunch
drink h2o. very important.
eat breakfast. it’ll get you going through the day if you skip lunch for some reason.
get enough sleep, if it’s 9 pm and you are done with everything, dont stay on your phone for the next 3 hours like me! SLEEP.
start studying for tests/quizzes at least 3 days before but worst case scenario cram the night before lol sorry can’t help you out on that one but yes study as soon as you know there’s a test or quiz coming up
don’t plagiarize! if your teachers use turnitin.com, its very good at finding out your little internet discoveries, at the very most paraphrase
join clubsssssssss! if you go with your friends it’s even more fun! freshman year is great for going to a gazillion clubs even if my sophomore year you only end up going to like 2
finals week: start reviewing your notes a week or two before, but tbh if you do better when you cram then cram! everyone has different study habits and honestly if you’re a crammer, simply review your notes briefly a week before but the day before the final, start hardcore cramming right after school
when it’s the end of the school year, please don’t do homework the period before ..it’ll only stress you out
make study guides. make flashcards. make quizlets. make a study tool you’ll learn from. share with your friends, don’t be mean :) JK haha share with the people you trust and won’t share with the whole school
if you’re in the u.s., don’t start sat prep freshman year lmao…freshman year is a year to have fun not sit in a prep class for 4.5 hours every week!
by having fun i do not mean yolo-ing your grades, still attempt to reach dem high grades
make friends! old ,new ,recyclable reusable (haha jk)…introduce yourself to new people or just make friends through friends if you’re shy
go to school dances and school football games!
don’t be scared of upperclassmen we don’t bite :) (unless it’s right before a test)
DO. NOT. CHEAT. middle school may be lenient but high school is not.
don’t skip classes when there’s a test because you did not study for the said test because instead of taking the test right then and there, you now have to spend time trying to figure out when you can take the test
date if you want to but make sure it doesnt take over your studying/school
don’t forget to spend time with your family because they are numba 1!
for anyone with long hair that gets in the way: tie up your damn hair when you take a quiz/test/final
ask questions and don’t be like the deathly silent corner-sitting person i am right now in english
do extra credit that the teachers give you because that may not happen in the later sad (jk…i think) years of high school
bring your teachers kleenex, expo markers, etc., because who knows you might get a homework pass or sumthing ;)
high five people if they try to high five you even if theyre strangers (lmao based on personal experience which i failed)
don’t pull an all-nighter/half all nighter where it consists of you starting and finishing a project due the next day, or you’re just on your phone 24/7
please don’t do drugs in the back of the school
don’t compare yourself to other people :)
talk to your counselor / ta (homeroom) teacher!
don’t try to force yourself to be friends with popular people, just stay comfortable with the friend group you already have :)
if spending 30 minutes on makeup makes you feel good, do it and own it
when people cuss and you don’t cuss don’t look scandalized it’s kind of the norm (oops)
if you make a mistake/get a bad grade, don’t beat yourself over it. just move on. like after breakups.
don’t gossip about other people because they’re going to somehow find out and ignore you for a long time
if you’re dressing like a bum by the second month of school, don’t worry life is life
volunteer! with friends! by yourself! try to volunteer someplace where it’s every week and not just random places
do not cry over a low a because the student next to you that got a low b may feel like smacking you
don’t complain about one test and sleeping at 11 pm to an upperclassmen because… just don’t
bring a phone charger it’ll save you if you’re staying at school till 9pm that day for tech or something
don’t ditch class you ain’t a senior just yet
last of all: BE HAPPY
what a huge masterpost! but i hope it helps! freshman year was the best year of my life compared to sophomore year and now and i really wish that i followed the advice that i just gave!
(sorry this is kind of late and this is based on the experiences of my friends and moi)
setting: modern, non-magical, woke up married + fake dating au
word count: 1,436
written for: happy early birthday, kelly!!!!
notes: part two/ao3 link coming later this week :)
Theo meets Hermione J. Granger on a Monday.
She moves her shit into the cubicle right next to his, an ugly potted fichus plant and an “Inspirational Quotes of the Day” desk calendar and a trio of small ceramic cat statues that she claims are paperweights but never seem to move from their disgustingly tasteful antique perch above her computer monitor—and she’s bright-eyed and efficient and polite and almost pathological about following up on her follow-ups, about answering her emails on time and sending thank-you notes to the partners upstairs, and she’s annoying, she’s obnoxious, she takes one perfunctory, judgmental glance at the cases Theo’s chosen to work on and demands to know how he sleeps at night with a moral compass so irretrievably broken—
He meets her on a Monday.
He listens to her deliver a scathing diatribe about the correct pronunciation of “route” on a Tuesday.
He decides he has to fucking hate her on a Wednesday.
And—according to the Comic Sans timestamp on the corner of their complimentary Little Chapel on the Prairie memory box—he marries her on a Sunday.
Prompt: “I’m not jealous, I’m territorial. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Territorial is protecting what’s already yours” Requested: No Warnings: None Words: 2000+
The draft was the worst thing ever. Okay, not literally but at the time it had felt like it. Everyone was stressing over the fact that they potentially were going to be split from their partners. You were worried too. You and Enzo had been dating for 10 months when the brand split happened. Enzo and Cass were drafted to Raw and then you were the next pick for smackdown. You and Enzo were the only couple split up except for Cass and Carmella (ironic yeah?). You still remember the draft day as if it was yesterday.
Everyone was sitting around this one monitor waiting to be picked. The energy was high with this being the first ever smackdown live and everyone unsure of where they were going. You didn’t care where you went, you just wanted to be with Enzo.
“I hope I’m not left till last” you mumbled leaning aginst Enzo’s arm
“You won’t be, love” He reassured you, taking your hand and massaging it. He always did this, even back when you started in NXT and you were just friends. You smiled up at him as Smackdown came to air.
“You’ll be in at top 5 rounds easy” Cass said sitting on the other side of Enzo. “do you have a preferred brand?”
“I’d love to be on raw and work under Mick. To be able to pick his brain on everything would be amazing” you said “unless you guys go to Smackdown”
“y/n” Naomi said leaning over your shoulder. You and Naomi had been talking all week leading up to tonight, you were both really worried. “Renee said she overheard some higher ups say that most couples are staying together on the same brand. Something about getting a better performance from us”
“Let’s pray that that’s true” You said looking up at the roof to talk to Naomi. Round 4 came to a close and Enzo and Cass hadn’t been chosen yet and neither had you.
“Right so what couples have been chosen?” Naomi asked biting her lip.
“Dean and Renee, Miz and Maryse and Rusev and Lana” you said “And they are all still together”
“So we’ll be fine yeah?” Naomi asked
“Ladies your going to be fine” Enzo said “Clearly they are keeping couples together, otherwise Renee would be on raw”
“I guess he’s right” you sighed
“I’m always right” Enzo smirked leaning towards you to kiss you
“Get over yourself babe” you smiled rolling your eyes and pushing Enzo’s face away from you.
“Alright next round of draft picks coming up!” A producer yelled “Once you are picked come grab your brand’s t-shirt for media posts!”
“Raw’s next pick is….” Mick began “Enzo Amore and Big Cass!”
“That’s right!” Enzo jumped up and did his little dance, I laughed as Cass pushed him out the way to get his red t-shirt. They had gotten a good reaction from the crowd too which was nice. I turned around to talk to Naomi.
“Smackdown’s next pick is….” Daniel started a drum roll
“Y/n!” Shane cheered.
“What?!” You turned around. You hadn’t been paying attention to the monitor because it was a smackdown pick, and with Cass and Enzo going to raw so were you because every other couple were together.
“You just got drafted to smackdown” Naomi was a shocked as you were. You looked over to Enzo. He was fuming, you swear his face was bright red.
“This is bullshit!” Enzo yelled as you were handed your smackdown shirt. You sighed and slid it over your head.
“Enzo you gotta calm down” Cass said as Enzo walked down the hallway throwing things around. You quickly ran after Enzo to calm him down. You really didn’t need Enzo getting in trouble backstage.
“Enzo!” You called after him getting closer to Enzo.
“What!?” Enzo yelled at you, face red with rage. You jumped back, it was the first time Enzo raised his voice at you. Enzo face changed when he saw it was you. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face to try and calm himself down.”I’m sorry mama” Enzo pulled you into him.
You wrapped your arms around his torso, “I didn’t think you cared this much” you mumbled
“Of course I care, I just never thought they’d actually split us up” he picked you up and placed you on a nearby case so you were face to face with Enzo.
“So you have raw on Monday, I have smackdown on Tuesday-” you put your arms around his neck
“I get back to Florida on Tuesday, you’ll get back Wednesday and then I’ll have to leave Friday… maybe Thursday night” Enzo said rubbing his hands on your legs.
“We’re barely going to see each other when we’re back in Florida” you say leaning back against the wall
“We’ll catch red-eye flights then. I’m not letting you being on smackdown ruin this” Enzo said. This was probably the most serious your relationship has been in the 10 months you’ve been dating. “Move in with me”
“What?” You frowned in confusion
“Move in with me. If we’re barely going to see each other I want to spend every moment I can with you. So… move in with me?”
“Of course” you grinned hugging him.
At least one good thing came out of the draft. The first few weeks after the draft were hard to get used to. You went from seeing and travelling with Enzo to being lucky to get a phone call in. It got better over time and you and Enzo worked out a plan for you to go to raw’s and him to come to smackdown with you most of the time. The longest you and Enzo had to go without seeing each other in the flesh was a month and it was so hard. You were lucky that you had Carmella with you because she was going through the exact same thing with Cass - it definitely helped.
Not being with Enzo and Cass all the time also means having to find more friends to hang out with during shows. Naomi made you branch out from just hanging out with Carmella and move to the rest of the roster. You quickly reunited with Tyler Breeze and Fandango who had been your friends back in NXT. You had even tagged with them a couple of time and being on Smackdown with them made you remember how much fun they were. Shane and Daniel put you in mixed tag matches all the time now.
Time flew by and it quickly became time for Wrestlemania 33. Which meant a week with Enzo. Everyone was coming to the stadium for an entire roster meeting. Everyone from raw got to the stadium first and found their seats.
“Geez smackdown take your time!” Hunter called as you all walked down the ramp to the ring. You were all jumping around on top of each other, on a high from the WrestleMania high. You and Alexa were currently having a piggy back ride race against Tyler and Fandango.
“And your winners y/n and Alexa!” Carmella yelled as you and Alexa celebrated. You did a stupid dance and jumped about to shove it up Tyler and Fandango.
“Cheat!” Fandango yelled sliding off Tyler’s back
“Naomi pushed Jimmy and Jey in front of us that is a clear violation of the rules!” Tyler whined
“What rules?” You smirked “That was a no disqualification race so suck it up pretty boys!” everyone laughed as you took your seats. Smackdown sat opposite the raw roster on the other side of the ring. You managed to sit directly opposite Enzo. You spent the entire time staring at Enzo doing little hand signs to each other. Stephanie, Hunter, Vince and Shane spent half an hour talking about the week.
“Here’s your schedules for the week” Hunter said handing out papers to everyone as some legends came down to the ring.
“I suggest you don’t drink at all this week as well!” Shawn Michaels called
“Oooh! we have 3 signings together!” Tyler cheered
“You, me and Fandango are actually together a lot…. I HAVE A PANEL WITH ENZO AND CASS!” you cheered
“That’s right” Enzo winked at you
“That’s only one we are together like all week” Tyler said “You should be more excited for that”
“I’m pretty excited to see my boyfriend after two weeks away so if you excuse me…” you trailed off and running to hug Enzo. He quickly grabbed you and smashed his lips down on yours. It was rough and passionate not like your other kisses when you were reunited. Your normal kisses when were reunited were soft and gentle and he showed you all his love.
“I’ve missed this” he mumbled against your lips
“Get a room!” Tyler called over your shoulder.
“Enzo I have to get up” You groaned trying to roll out of your bed but Enzo grabbed your waist and pulled you back “Enzoooo I have a signing”
“And I have a free morning so” He mumbled into your back
“Stop. No. Bad Enzo” you managed to wriggle your way out of the bed and get dressed in record time. “Are you gonna come get me from the signing to go to our panel or will I just meet you there?”
“Uhhhh… I’ll meet you there Cass and I have an interview right before the panel” Enzo said sitting up, the blanket pooling at his waist.
“Kay” You said leaning over to kiss Enzo. It was meant to be a quick kiss but Enzo pulled you back onto the bed. “Nope, I’m going now”
You met Alexa, Tyler and Fandango at the signing just in time before it started. The signing went quick and was really fun. Not only did you get to meet the fans but you got to banter off of the others with the fans. The kids were cute and the guys were hilarious. It made you feel good about what you do.
“Alright ladies I am out, I have a panel” You said standing up to stretch
“Here I’ll walk you, can’t have you be attacked by some crazy fans” Tyler said getting up and grabbing your hand. You swung your arms and skipped all the way to the panel. Tyler sang stupid little songs to you, picking you up and swinging you around every so often. By the time you got to the panel, you were in fits of giggles.
“Who else is on the panel?” Tyler asked
“Enzo, Cass, Sasha, Finn and AJ” you said
“How are you going to spend a few hours without me?” Tyler began to be over dramatic. He pretended to fall all over you, acting as if he was fainting.
“Tyler stand up your too heavy” You said trying to hold me up
“Are you calling me fat?” he asked, fake hurt on his face.
“If the shoe fits!” You smirked
“That’s it, I’ve had enough of you!” Tyler picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and began spinning around.
“Tyler stop!” You laughed
“Yes stop” Enzo’s gruff voice said. Tyler quickly dropped you
“I’ll-uh-I’ll see you later y/n” Tyler said awkwardly scooting away.
“Bye Ty” you smiled before turning to Enzo “What was that about?”
“What Love?” Enzo shrugged walking over and putting his hands on your waist.
“That! With Ty?” You squinted your eyes up at him “Are you jealous?”
“Me? Jealous? Pft” Enzo scoffed tightening his grip on you making you smirk
“I’m not jealous, I’m territorial. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Territorial is protecting what’s already yours” Enzo mumbled in your hair “Mine”
“You’re an idiot” You laughed at him
“So can you stop being territorial and come do the panel?” Hunter called from the stage
“Let’s go idiot” You laughed pulling Enzo to the stage. The entire panel Enzo had his arm either behind your back or on your leg. You weren’t meant to even be sitting next to Enzo but he got Finn to switch places before the panel started. You rolled your eyes as Enzo made you sit in between him and Cass.
“He won’t do anything to you, he’s a brother” Enzo whispered pulling your chair closer to him.
Send in any requests you have! I loved writing Tyler and Fandango in this
Old drabble prompt is so old, I don’t even know where it is anymore or who sent it.
14. First Kiss 15. Shooting Star msr
It was rare, but not unheard of, for Scully to go at a case with the same rabid fervor as Mulder usually did. Even when things got frustrating, she remained steadfast and determined, but calm. For her to show up at Mulder’s door on a Saturday night with a file in her hand was not quite as event-equivalent as Haley’s Comet, but it occurred about as often as one saw a shooting star.
Mulder let her in with a surprised look on his face. She wore a sheepish, but determined expression, apologizing for the late hour at the same time she charged towards his couch to spread open the file in her hand. He sat down beside her and tried to listen to what she had to say, but he was caught off guard by her casual attire. He couldn’t remember the last time he’s seen her in jeans and a t-shirt. Her tennis shoes squeaked against his floor.
An hour later, there were no new answers or theories and Scully was no less frustrated. Mulder put a hand on the center of her back when she sighed.
“We’ll catch a break,” he said. “Just not tonight. The answer will be in the tox screen. I’m sure of it.”
Scully sighed again and Mulder’s hand drifted down her back just as she stretched her arms up over her head. Her t-shirt rode up and suddenly his fingertips were brushing skin. He froze, not sure of what to do. It felt silly to pull away, like touching her was somehow distasteful, and he didn’t want to offend. But, it also felt wrong to linger where he wasn’t invited.
Unconsciously, Mulder’s hand slid to Scully’s hip as she lowered her arms and adjusted her shirt. She cleared her throat and he moved his arm back, embarrassed by the obvious awkwardness of the gesture.
“May I use your bathroom?” Scully asked.
As Scully disappeared into his bedroom, Mulder fell back against the couch and put his hands over his face. He felt like an idiot. Actually, he felt like an inexperienced teenager instead of an adult man. He loved Scully, no doubt about it, but letting himself lust after her was a different matter altogether. Thinking about the warmth and softness of her skin under his fingers made all the feelings he kept suppressed bubble to the surface. He pushed himself up from the couch and moved towards his bedroom.
Determined, and not paying attention, Mulder bumped into Scully in the doorway of his bedroom and they both grunted in surprise. He grabbed her hips to steady her and she rubbed her nose where she’d hit his chest. They ended up sideways, Scully’s back against the doorframe.
“Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t…”
“S’okay,” she answered, running the side of one knuckle up and down the bridge of her nose. “Are you alright?”
As though they had a mind of their own, his thumbs slid under the edge of her t-shirt and followed the lines of her hip bones where he held her. It felt strange to touch her like that, but he wanted to so badly.
Scully’s lips parted as she sucked in a breath and her back arched, just a little. Her arms swung down to grip both sides of the doorframe as though she was catching herself from falling. Half her face was kept in shadow from his dark room and the other half was dimly lit from the low lamplight across the living area, but he could still see the stain of heat in her cheeks.
Mulder’s mouth felt dry and he knew he should say something, but he was completely tongue-tied. He swallowed nervously and Scully’s eyes dropped to his mouth. Her jaw moved a little as though she was about to speak, but she didn’t. He tipped his head and lowered it towards her and she looked up at him as he descended.
Just as his lips touched hers, she tensed and squeezed the doorframe as she murmured his name. He paused and pulled back just a fraction as she turned her cheek.
“Wait,” she said.
He took his hands off her, embarrassed, and took a step back. “Sorry, I just…”
“No, I…” She finally let go of the door and stood a little taller as she reached up to him, hesitating for a moment before holding his face lightly. He put one hand above her head and leaned towards her.
She pulled his head down a little and stretched her neck up. Their mouths came together and apart and then together again, longer this time, and then parted once more.
“This is weird,” she whispered, mouth brushing his as she spoke.
“Well, I’m weird,” he answered, huffing out a nervous chuckle. “And so are you.”
“Put your hands back on me.”
He put one hand back on her hip and let his arm fall from over her head to rest the other one on the other side. Her thumbs ran across his cheekbones, back and forth, back and forth. Very slowly, he moved his hands up under her shirt to circle her waist, just below her ribs. She was so warm. So warm and soft. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and he bent his head again to chase it back into her mouth. She answered with a whimpering sigh and he leaned his body into her to press her fully against the doorjamb.
Mulder couldn’t estimate the length of their next kiss, but it seemed infinite. The gurgle of his fish tank was muted by the wet smack of their lips and their harsh, uncontrollable breathing. At some point, her arms became twined around his neck and he pulled her from the door to lock her in the tight circle of his arms. He could feel her shifting against him, on tip-toe, fighting to hold herself up. Finally, reluctantly, he softened his mouth and pulled away slowly, easing her down while still keeping her in his embrace.
“Um,” she said.
“Wow?” he replied.
She shyly dropped her head, but he caught the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile. Her head bumped against his chest and he loosened his grip on her to reach up and stroke her hair from the back of her head down past her neck, hand over hand.
“I should go,” she said.
“You could stay,” he answered.
She shook her head and then looked up at him. He rested his arms on her shoulders and rubbed her hair between her fingers before he nodded and let go of her. She slipped past him and went to his couch to collect the file she’d brought over.
“So, um,” she said, not looking at him again. “I think…”
“Dinner?” he asked. “Tomorrow night? Or next week sometime?”
“We should get the tox screen back on Tuesday.”
“Monday night, then?”
“And if you’re right about those samples…”
“Our hands are tied until Wednesday.”
“Or we could do brunch tomorrow.”
“Sure.” Mulder brushed his finger under Scully’s chin so she would pick her head up and look at him. She lifted her eyes to his, looked away, and then lifted them again.
“The case is…the case is our priority,” she said.
He nodded. “What time should I pick you up?”
“Like a date?”
She hesitated. “The lab still could call tomorrow if they find something. Even though it’s Sunday.”
“Even if they find something, there’s still not much we can do right now.”
“I know, but it’s…frustrating.”
He nodded in agreement and then reached out to give a small tug at one of the belt loops on her jeans. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? It’s late.”
Boldly, he slipped his thumb up under her shirt again and ghosted over that smooth, silky skin once more. Five minutes ago he wouldn’t have dared to touch her so familiarly and confidently, but that was before he’d kissed her. Now, he owned that spot on her hip where the bone sloped so elegantly down into as yet mysterious and uncharted territory, but he had a feeling he was soon going to be able to take possession of that too.
“Night, Scully,” he said.
Scully hugged the file close with one hand and she pressed the other hand to his chest, palm flat. Her eyes were wide. Terrified. He took his hand off her hip and covered hers against his chest.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said.
She nodded in sharp, jerking motions with her head. He smiled and ran his hand down her arm, blazing a trail of gooseflesh in his wake. Before he stepped away, he pushed her hair away and skimmed the back of her ear with his fingertips as he tucked it back from her face. She glanced back once at him before she left with just the faintest hint of a smile. He knew tomorrow was going to be a good day.
Phil finds it in his locker on Tuesday. It’s folded and has obviously
been slid through the thin crack around the door. It’s in there when he opens
it to put his schoolbag away and he watches, confused, as it flutters to the
floor. He picks it up, thumbing it open with one hand as the other pushes his
glasses back up his nose. There’s something written on it in scratchy
handwriting. He has to read it three times to be sure.
Phil looks down the hallway either side of him, wondering who’s playing
a prank on him this time.
There’s another one on Wednesday.
Phil’s just as surprised to find it as he was the first. He doesn’t
understand the game – nobody has come forward to mock him about fooling him
into thinking he has a secret admirer yet. He supposes they must be doing it as
some kind of running joke, but it’s hard to believe, honestly. Their attention
spans aren’t usually that long.
Phil opens this one a bit more cautiously. He reads it twice.
You look great in black.
He really doesn’t get the joke.
He finds Thursdays after he’s spent lunch alone behind the portable
You should smile more.
Phil puts it back in his locker with the others, noting that whoever is
doing this is committed, not to mention consistent. They’ve even used the same
paper every day – obviously torn from a novelty notepad, decorated with little
Pokéballs. At least whoever is trying to mess with him knows his interests.
That’s more than he can say for most people.
He almost takes its advice as he closes his locker.
Friday’s makes him blush, despite himself.
Your ass looks great in those
He bites his lip as he tugs down his sweater. After a moment, he pulls
it back up again. Just in case.
Monday, he’s expecting it and isn’t disappointed.
I missed seeing your pretty face
over the weekend.
Phil grins. His heart thuds as he realises he’s missed the notes, too.
He adds the paper to the pile and closes his locker. He’s still smiling when he
takes his seat alone in class.
On Tuesday, Phil is so keen to get to his locker that he’s not even
watching where he’s going. He runs straight into someone, hard enough that he
nearly falls to the floor. He catches himself just in time, but can’t say as
much for the persons’ books.
‘Oh, crap,’ he squeaks, watching as the belongings scatter across the
hallway floor. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean – let me get them.’
He bends down to anxiously gather up the books before even bothering to
check who they belong to. Not that it would make much of a difference, really –
it’s not like it’s going to be a friend,
or anything. He’s almost got everything in a haphazard pile when he sees it.
The notebook decorated with Pokéballs.
Phil freezes, hand halfway to grabbing it. He looks up to meet two
warm, brown eyes.
‘Guess you’ve caught me, huh?’
It’s Dan Howell. Phil’s stomach churns. Dan’s friends with the kids
that like to pick on him, but Phil had always thought he was…different. Kinder.
Softer. Someone who didn’t join in on the cruel jokes. Phil supposes he was
wrong – he was probably just blinded by how stupidly attractive he is.
‘You’ve been leaving the notes,’ Phil says flatly.
‘Yeah,’ Dan says, crouching down to Phil’s level with a crooked smile. ‘I’m
guessing you were hoping for someone better?’
‘What?’ Phil says, confused.
‘You look disappointed,’ Dan says, picking up the notepad with one
hand, sliding the other into his pocket.
‘W-What?’ Phil stutters again, dumbly. ‘No, I’m – you were–‘
‘Well, here,’ Dan says, pulling out a pen and using it to scrawl across
the page. ‘Take this, just in case you decide I’m not too disappointing after
He tears off the paper and hands it to Phil, who takes it numbly. He
stares at it while Dan gathers up his pile of books. By the time Phil’s read it
five times, just to be sure, Dan is gone. He glances around for a moment,
dazed, before looking back at the note.
“Well,” said Lupin slowly, “Snape was a special case. I mean, he never lost an opportunity to curse James so you couldn’t really expect James to take that lying down, could you?
1. this was in the context of post fifth year, when he stopped hexing randoms
2. no fucking shit that snape sought retribution against his bully, which is exactly what it was: retribution against his bully
3. throughout their time at hogwarts, james and sirius singled out and relentlessly bullied snape. they bullied him. their bullying does not progress into a ‘mutual feud’ because of james’ apparent decision to not hex people unless they hex him, because unless james directly apologised/made amends to snape and made it clear that that was the case, snape has no way of knowing that. james doesn’t get to decide that his actions don’t deserve retribution
if snape punches harry on monday, then decides that night he isn’t going to attack anyone unless they attack him, but never apologises to harry, or make that clear at all, and harry then sasses snape on tuesday, which causes snape to retaliate, that does not make harry the instigator. snape is still at fault
this isn’t even covering the fact that remus’ repeatedly highlighted flaw is his leniency towards his friends, that he literally begins that statement with a ‘weeeell’ which is why harry wasn’t convinced, or that remus only discussed james, not sirius, who it was made clear also bullied snape and who snape knows as someone who acts with james
The next two weeks flew by, the team being pulled onto the jet almost as soon as you got into the office on Monday morning. Another case taking you out of town, leading you to New Mexico.
The case was exhausting for you all and it took until the following Tuesday evening to finally apprehend the unsub.
Emily had kept her word and had kept her mouth shut about you and Spencer, although you noticed her watching the two of you interacting more than she normally would.
On Monday you’d noticed that Spencer was acting more subdued than usual. When you asked him what was up he just told you it was the case getting to him. You’d accepted his answer, it was taking its toll on you all as up until today, every lead you’d had, had turned out to be a dead end.
The case finally solved and the unsub in custody, it had been too late for the jet to get clearance to fly. Hotch had advised you all to go back to your motel rooms and you’d fly first thing.
You were lying in your bed, Emily snoring lightly in the twin bed across the room. You couldn’t get comfortable and your mouth felt so dry. It was uncomfortably warm in the room as well. Giving up, you remembered the vending machines that were outside the reception area. Throwing the covers back, you shoved your feet into your Docs and searched in your bag for your purse.
Grabbing the key you left the room quietly, padding along outside until you got to the machines.
The air outside was cool and refreshing against your skin and you spotted a wooden bench further up, the shape of a man sitting on it, staring out into the distance.
What was he doing out here this late?
Slotting money into the machine you paid for some sodas and a bag of chips, tucking them under your arm as you made your way across to your friend.
“Reid? You okay?” you asked him. He looked sad.
He barely acknowledged you, only giving the slightest shrug.
Taking the seat next to him, you placed your snacks down and touched his arm.
“My Mom called on Monday. She wants me to go and see him again. He’s getting worse and has been asking for me. She thinks…… She thinks he’s holding on to see me.” Your friend’s voice cracked and you felt a pang of sadness for him in your heart.
“Oh Spence. Come here.” You held your arms out and he turned and almost fell into them.
You hugged him tightly, stroking his hair and rubbing his back.
“I can’t go again, Y/N. I just can’t. I know what he wants to hear from me and I can’t stand there and lie to his face and tell him that I forgive him. I can’t.”
“I know, I know. Shhhhhh.” You held him, feeling so sad for him. He was conflicted between what his mom wanted him to do and what he knew he couldn’t do.
“I can’t do it.”
“Then don’t. You can’t stand there and lie to him in person. Do it in a letter Spencer. Your Mom could be right, he’s holding on for this because you’re his unfinished business. I know you feel you don’t owe him anything, but he’s in a lot of pain. Hearing that you forgive him might help him rest. You don’t have to mean it and if you right it, he won’t be able tell you’re lying.”
He was quiet, sniffing against your shoulder, his fingers digging against your shoulder blades.
He released his grip a few minutes later, turning away from you and wiping his eyes.
“You’re right. My Mom’s probably right too. I’ll… I’ll write him a letter. I’ll do it tonight.”
He’d bought his messenger bag out with him, it was placed on the floor by his feet and he bent, rummaging in it and pulling out a note pad and pen.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” you asked him.
“No. Thank you though.”
“Okay. Let me know if you need anything Spencer, okay.”
He nodded and leant across to you, pressing his lips to your cheek.
“I will. Thank you.”
You were late for work.
Fucking fuck fuck FUCK.
Your alarm hadn’t gone off and you realised why. You’d plugged your cells in last night to charge, but hadn’t actually switched on the socket. They’d both died during the night.
Luckily, as you’d only got back from the last case two days ago, today should just be another paperwork day. And you didn’t need to pick Reid up this morning either, he’d told you yesterday that he had a dental appointment in the morning.
You showered quickly, hurriedly repacking your go bag and rummaging in your drawer for a power bar battery recharger, plugging it into your personal cell and the shoving your work cell into your in car charger as you set off to work.
You made it into the office two hours later than you should have been, muttering apologies to Hotch, him telling you that everyone was allowed to be late, once.
The team minus Reid were grouped around a table, comparing notes from the latest case and you pulled out a chair and tossed your notes down in front of you.
“Where’s Spence? I didn’t think his appointment was this late?”
Emily’s head shot up from her file, looking at you curiously.
“Spencer had to take some personal time. His Dad passed away during the night. He’s on his way home,” Aaron told you.
Why hadn’t he called you?
Maybe he had.
You rummaged in your bag and disconnected your cell from the power bar, switching it on and seeing the voicemail icon light up immediately.
You dashed off to the ladies bathroom, pressing the cell to your ear and dialling into your voice mail.
“Y/N…. My Dad’s gone. I need to go home to Vegas for a few days. I erm….. I’m on my way to the airport. Call me when you can please, I really need to hear your voice right now. I really need a friend.”
You tried to call him back, it going directly to voicemail. He must be in the air.
You felt terrible. He’d called you in his hour of need and you hadn’t been there. You hadn’t picked up.
The door to the bathroom opened and Emily walked in, quickly followed by Aaron Hotchner.
“There’s a flight to Vegas in two hours. If you leave now, you can make it,“ she told you, handing you your bag.
“Sir?” You looked at your supervisor, wondering what Prentiss had said to him.
“It’s fine. Take a few days. Emily’s told me how close you and Reid have become as friends, and I imagine he could use a friend right now. Leave your notes and leave your cell on, in case we need to clarify anything. Let him know we’re thinking of him. If a case comes up, you can meet us there.”
“My battery’s are nearly dead, that’s why I was late.”
Emily handed you another two power bars, hers and Aarons.
“Flight confirmation is printing out, Penelope is sorting it now. You can pay me back later.”
“Y/N?” Aaron called to you just before you hurried out. You turned.
“Do the three of us need to have a conversation when you’re both back?”
“No Sir. No we don’t. He confided in me about his Dad a few weeks ago. We’re friends is all.”
Hey everyone! The first ever Tim Drake Positivity Week is officially kicking off on September 3, and running through September 9! This is a week to celebrate Tim as a character, and express all the reasons why we love him. All content you can think of to make is accepted, so please go crazy!
As I said, the point of this week is to spread positivity around Tim and why we each, personally, love him as a character, so this week is very loosely structured. Everyone is welcome to do their own thing and express themselves however they wish.
That said, in case people want some inspiration, I’ve come up with a list of prompts to follow if you want:
Sunday, Day 1: loyal or resilient
Monday, Day 2: nerdy or sweet
Tuesday, Day 3: intelligent or badass
Wednesday, Day 4: funny or serious
Thursday, Day 5: a favorite relationship
Friday, Day 6: a favorite moment/storyline
Saturday, Day 7: character growth
Please tag your posts with #timpweek or #welovetimedrake! If you have any questions, feel free to message me. Other than that, let’s have fun and spread the Tim love! :)
It feels like it’s been forever since my last post (I think it’s been a whole month). I got really busy and I was just not in the right state of mind to write anything. That didn’t prevent me from watching dramas though but lately my drama schedule is packed! I’m curently watching four dramas on monday and tuesday, two on wednesdays and thursdays, and then on friday and sundays I’m watching one more! On top of that I’m still into variety shows so I don’t know how I’m still managing to also have a life but that’s another story. Here are my thoughts on the dramas in case you want to start watching a kdrama and don’t know which one to chooose.
Man to man
My favorite drama that’s currently airing. If you like action with a splash of romcom then this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for!
This TVN show was publicized as the return of the network to edgy dramas and so far, so good. The first four episodes are thrilling and the plot makes twists in every turn that keep you wondering what is coming next. This sci-fi about the disappearance of two brothers is divided in two parts: one in 2017 and another in 2037.
This Ji Chan Wook romcom/suspense/legal drama gave me mixed emotions for the first two episodes and then it got good! The two main characters are charmingly damaged and their chemestry is on point.
Third rate my way.
This drama is a romcom about two best friends whose relationship starts to change when they decide to follow their long forgotten dreams. For me, it’s just a fun and Park Seo Joon with Kim Jiwon make this drama worth it all.
Ruler: master of the mask.
This historical drama gives me a lot of mixed emotions. I think there’s moments where I really enjoyed it and maybe I’m not being patient with it but for me there’s some bad choices made for the main character and the character Ji Sun played by Infinite’s Myungsoo. There’s a couple of episodes where it feels like the main lead whines all the times. The plus side: Kim So Hyun always does good and the humor is well done.
My sassy girl.
So this one I was waiting since last year when I heard it was happening. After Joo Won was casted I was like “OMG yes!” The result though is not so good. Set in Joseon it tries to emulate the character from the successful korean movie by the same name. For me the problem is the lead actress. The original sassy girl played by Jun Ji Hyun felt like was just insane and even if she ended up making Cha Tae Hyun’s character suffer she had so much charisma she could pull it off. This version even if it’s only on its first week lacks in that regard. When she violently gets him into trouble it all feels like a tantrum and the unnecesary yelling becomes monotonous and at times annoying. Let’s hope this changes in the next few episodes.
My secret romance.
This drama is a straight up romcom with a very uninteresting plot and a really bad editing. As far as I know OCN does action/crime shows and maybe they should stick with it because this one had nothing original to offer. I’m not gonna lie I started watching because I like Joon Hoon. He might not be one of the best actors in dramaland but he is charismatic and cute.
I stuck with it hoping eventually it would get better. The thing that made me mad all the way to the last episode-that I watch just a couple of hours ago- is that the female lead was a character with no growth. SPOILER?!! She started as a self concious shy girl and ended up the same just plus a boyfriend. The feminist in me really started to flare up after watching each episode.
I am actually sick with a cold at the moment. *thumbs up* This is the
virus that never ends. It seemed like I was starting to turn a corner,
and then it was like ‘haha no, here’s the sequel!’ I’m unimpressed. Just
imagine me staring into the camera like I’m in The Office.
quick summary for those new to the game: I have the SDHD gene fault,
also known as Hereditary PGL PCC, which is a hereditary genetic
neuroendocrine cancer disease (the most inheritable genetic cancer
disease in the world along with the other SDH~ faults). For me, it
causes tumours called paragangliomas to grow primarily in the head/neck. I think of them as
koalas clinging to my nerves and arteries.
I have a 50% chance
of metastasis at any point, and this disease is incurable. I grew a very
rare form of tumour called a carotid body paraganglioma at 18 that was
removed. Now, at 35, I have three paragangliomas - a glomus vagale para
(the rarest type, at a 1 in 5 million occurrence rate) called Thelma, a
carotid body para called Louise and a glomus tympanicum or glomus
jugulare para called Caramello that’s currently too small to be seen on
MRI, but has been spotted on the PET scan. I am very good at growing these paragangliomas and my ENT surgeon called me a ‘tumour machine’ and I call myself a ‘tumour incubation factory.’ Managing my case are: an
Endocrinologist, a Radiation Oncologist, an ENT Surgeon, a Vascular
Surgeon and a Neurosurgeon. (Or as I like to call them, a boy band).
Welcome to my special inferno! Here we read in between the lines quite a bit and that is what made me, among others, assume that the J’s were not in Austin during the Father’s Day weekend and early this week. It started on 15th of June, Thursday, when one of the J’s were last seen by fans.
So, Monday comes and this social media train choo-choos onwards. D posts a picture of her and Jensen going to a spinning class, helpfully hashtagging the location so that nobody could miss out on the fact that it took place in Austin.
So, this was the weekend and Monday. Once Tuesday rolls in, Jared is reportedly in Austin with friends and Jensen is seen out and about with D and friends on the next day.
An old Shakesperian saying comes to mind; the lady doth protest too much, methinks! We have never seen this many J/D outings in such a short period of time and the insistence of implying these people were all in Austin made me and many of my friends consider that it was not the case.
The hiatus is drawing to a close and the J’s probably wanted a little getaway, so perhaps they arranged for suitable material to be posted over the weekend to conceal their absence. Or perhaps they didn’t? Obviously we can’t know for sure, but it sure is fun to speculate. They definitely made sure to announce their actual presence there when it was possible.
Oh, and fun fact - there is a person on the community that was able to track the plane’s movements, but it appears that they have been blocked from the source now. What an awfully convenient timing to get us off of their tracks, don’t you think?
Ah well. I apologise for the very long and screenshot heavy post, dear! I wanted to explain the logic behind our speculations. This was an unusually bearding-heavy weekend, and that tends to put the wheels in our hat-decorated heads in motion. Whether they were in Austin or somewhere else, I hope they had a very good time. Thank you for messaging me and have a lovely weekend!
CW sets two-night event for four-way superhero crossover
The CW plans to air its upcoming four-way superhero crossover across two nights this fall.
The crossover will kick off Monday, Nov. 27 with Supergirl followed by Arrow — moving to Monday at 9 p.m. ET just for the event — and will conclude on Tuesday, Nov. 28 with The Flash and DC’s Legends of Tomorrow in their regular timeslots. (Arrow will not air on Thursday that week.)
“Last year’s crossover was our most successful week I believe in CW’s history,” CW boss Mark Pedowitz said. “We felt that in this particular case, we already had Flash and Legends paired. It would be better and tighter in terms of storytelling to make it like a two-night, two-hour miniseries. We thought this was a tight, concise way of doing it. Next year, we may go back to four nights.”
Earlier this year, executive producer Andrew Kreisberg told reporters that the shows were planning for a true four-way crossover next season. Save for a brief epilogue scene during Supergirl’s winter finale, the Invasion action was mainly featured on The Flash, Arrow, and Legends, making it a four-way crossover on three shows. However, it’s unlikely that Black Lightning would join in on the crossover fun as the network is keeping the projects separate — for now.
Details on the four-way crossover are being kept under wraps, but Pedowitz did offer one tease: “Let me just say, romance is in the air,” he said, likening this big team-up to Marvel’s tentpole movies. “What’s the joy of having the third Avengers? It’s the fun of having everybody get together, that’s the fun of it. You get to see a whole different thing. They’re all big episodic productions, but this will be even bigger.”
Request: imagine where you’re a detective with the svu squad and you have a service dog for your anxiety but you’ve never brought him to work until your anxiety was really bad so you bring him, and everyone (including barba) is like, “why do you have a dog in here?” bc they haven’t seen the vest on him yet, and u just kinda point it to them, and they’re like, “oh, wait, what? since when do you have a service dog?” and you tell them why you have it and they understand and liv tells u to bring him whenever
Warnings: Mentions of emotional triggers and anxiety
A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for weeks, so I hope it did it justice. It was super cute to write, but sorry for any inaccuracies. Requests are still open. I have a schedule in place, so they should all be done by the end of this month/first week of next month!!
When you began working at the Special Victims Unit, it was a tough, but much needed, transition. Sure, your job was tough, but you were strong and found ways to cope with the constant sadness. In your early years as a cop, you tried natural ways to handle stress, then eventually medication. Neither seemed to really work, until a friend of yours suggested that you apply for a service dog. That was exactly what you needed.
In your year at SVU, you had yet to bring your service dog, Jett, to work. It’s not that the squad would judge you for having a service dog, but the line of questioning that would entail outweighed the immediate need. Jett felt more like a house pet than a service dog, but in times of need, he was always there.
This week proved to be especially challenging. Early Monday morning began with a call about a missing boy, who was thankfully found on Tuesday, but not before a bloody shootout. Wednesday and Thursday brought a rape case with a young girl and a suspected family member. It turns out that it was her cousin.
Those cases, plus additional stress from your personal life, caused your anxiety levels to fly through the roof. Your hands kept shaking, and you couldn’t sit still. You tried to center your breathing, but it was becoming a distraction.
You decided to ask Olivia if you could go home early, claiming that you weren’t feeling too well. She took one look at you and told you to get some rest. That’s exactly what you did. Straight home and into bed.
By the time you woke, it was time for work. You hurried into the bathroom to get ready, with Jett right by your side. You knew he could sense that your anxiety levels were high. After all, it was his job. You figured it was probably a good idea to bring him with you.
You placed his service vest on and headed for your car. Jett sat in the front seat, trying to squeeze his head through the small opening in the window. It made you smile, seeing him so happy. You were eternally grateful for all of times he had helped you, including today.
You opened the door and grabbed Jett’s leash. Everyone was sitting at their desk, including Barba, who was reviewing case files at the squad table. Even though they were intently focused on their work, they all turned after hearing the padding of paws on the tile flooring.
Carisi’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw Jett. He hopped out of his chair and came over to get a closer look.
“This is Jett,” you paused, “my service dog.”
Carisi continued to grin, keenly watching the dog’s every move. Amanda did the same, but from her desk.
“I may have just found Frannie a new best friend,” she chuckled.
“You guys can pet him. He’s really gentle.”
They all came over to pet him, even Barba, who you never thought would be a dog person. Of course, Jett rolled over on his back, basking in all the attention.
Olivia came out of her office, puzzled as to why there was a dog in the squadroom.
“What’s with Fido?”
“This is my service dog. I bring him when my anxiety is really bad. This week wasn’t the best,” you sighed, taking a seat at your desk.
“He’s a peach,” Amanda cooed, “Liv, you gotta come pet him.”
Olivia came over and pet him, scratching him behind the ears. His hind leg went along with the scratching pattern.
“Alright, back to work,” she laughed.
She walked over to your desk, leaning over and whispering, “bring him any time you need.”
It was the biggest relief to know that your squad, your family, was so accepting of your anxiety and need for a service dog. You also received a few new gifts for Jett in the following days, including some homemade treats from Carisi.
Hey I had a Big Fucking Problem with my rent situation spring up and I owe $100 by Tuesday despite maybe not having to pay it
I’d rather show up on Monday with the cash in hand and argue my case and pay if I’m wrong than do the same and not have a fallback in case I do end up owing so HEY. EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS.
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