Some of these will not apply to many people so pls take them with a grain of salt. Also I’ve been collecting these pretty much for the two years I’ve been in college so it’s not a guide, they’re just… random I guess.
Warning - specially tailored for super shy people aka me
There’s a thing called the ‘first week window of endless oportunities’. It’s when groups are still forming and everyone’s desperate to make friends. This is the time to put your best self forward (I’m not saying be fake, just a little extra friendly).
Leave. Your. Door. Open. Do it. Even if you have a roommate. Best way to make friends the first week.
Actually get out of your room. You’re not going to meet many people if you hole up in your room. If you have a tv room or people are watching a movie, I don’t care if you’re not interested in what they’re watching, go.
If you have the balls to go to the room nextdoor and introduce yourself then you probably can skip this section by all means do it!
But if you don’t, going from door to door asking for help with your laundry takes a lot less courage + you will learn how to do laundry. Asking to borrow something (pencil, hair tie, hair dryer) also works.
If you’re staying at a residence hall, ask to sit with people at lunch! Nobody is going to say no, i promise.
Similarly if you see someone alone, ask them to have lunch with you!
Also if you meet someone you get along with, as soon as you can, ask for their number ‘so you can go to the dinning hall together’.
Remember people’s names - it makes people feel like you actually care about them. I know it’s hard but make an effort. Also it just gets annoying when someone asks about your name for the fourth time. Use mnemonics if you have to.
Asking what someone’s major is and where they’re from is standard procedure when you meet them but it doesn’t make for an interesting conversation. Think of other questions!
Make sure to arrive about 10 min early to your classes. There’ll be very few people and so it’ll be easier to strike up a conversation (actually people will probably talk to you without you having to say anything which is g r e a t)
Say yes - as a rule of thumb, your social life should prevail over your academic life the first two weeks. This is the time where you’re not really pressed for time. Say yes to watching movies, say yes to going to lunch, say yes to going to campus events (and even to parties). Obviously don’t do anything that makes you really unconfortable but do try to step out of your comfort zone
Make friends with an upper-classman from your same major. Or at least be on speaking terms. Talk to them on Facebook, ask them about your major, just use any random idc excuse to introduce yourself, it doesn’t really matter how you do it.
Don’t go home every weekend, even if you live close by. You’ll miss out on the best of campus life and some of the most fun memories with your new friends.
Keeping your old friends
If you know you’re going home for the weekend, try to finish most of your assignments/studying and make time to hang out with your friends. Spending time with them is the best way to keep those friendships alive.
But! Don’t worry too much if you can’t come home or make time for your friends too often, you just have to make an effort to text them regularly. It will come naturally if it’s your best friend, but don’t forget to set a reminder to text other close friends at least once every two weeks.
You may think you don’t care now but you will once you come home for the summer.
If any of your friends are staying in your hometown for college, be ready for them to get another friend group. That doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten about you, but don’t be mad if they seem to have a lot more plans that don’t involve you. You can always ask to tag along some time and maybe even become friends with these people!
Some people you’ll just lose contact with. Don’t fret it.
Please print out or buy a calendar that has a whole page for each month. With boxes preferably *shameless plug*. You may think you have it all under control but there’s nothing like being able to see all your due dates, hang out plans and laundry days at a glance. (Also js but the pilot frixion are perfect to use on calendars because they’re erasable).
Can we take a moment to appreciate what a wonderful and weird kid Rosie will be because her dads are like the most ridiculous and insane people to ever raise a kid
- she’ll know the Latin names of all species of ants and swear like a sailor by the age of five
- she’ll be so confused the first time she learns other families don’t have a mini fridge solely devoted to body parts and chemistry experiments.
- her clothes will be a mix of knits and insanely expensive toddler clothes
- her hair will never be brushed and have clips half heartedly stuck in it to try and tame it
- her school lunches will consist of a peanut butter sandwich, juice box, an apple, and cryptic codes and notes
- she’ll go to the opera for birthdays and replay them later at home
- she’ll teacher herself to play all of her dads favorite music on the violin.
- perfect grammar and a beautiful vocabulary mingled with swearing
- she can recite all of Shakespeare’s sonnets after a single afternoons reading
- temper tantrums that include detailed and perfectly logical arguments as to why they should stay in the museum.
- deducing people to get what she wants
- sitting for hours “fwinking”
- having only science themed toys and known good the life’s stories of all the famous scientists.
- snuggling with her dads and watching BBC documentaries every Thursday
Like she’s the cutest, weirdest, smartest little bean to ever grace the earth
nursey being a good boyfriend looks like: sprinting across campus with a pair of protective goggles in his hands because dex forgot he had chem lab today, standing outside a lecture hall at 9pm because dex had a test at 8pm and he didn’t want him to have to walk home alone, a thread of texts between nursey and dex’s brother coordinating what they’re getting dex for his birthday, packing a bag of two sandwiches, two gatorades, and two bananas for the bus because dex always forgets to bring bus snacks for himself
dex being a good boyfriend looks like: a well-stocked first aid kit in the side pocket of his hockey bag (and his book bag) in case nursey wipes out, checking the weather app before nursey leaves for class to make sure he has enough layers on and snow boots or an umbrella if he needs it, an alarm on his phone set for 7am bc he doesn’t have class until 9:30 but sometimes nursey sleeps through his alarm for his 8am, cans of diet pepsi in his mini-fridge even though he’s a coke guy bc nursey loves pepsi
His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch.
Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.
“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.
“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.
This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies.
As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.
“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film.
“I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”
Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.
“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.
“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.
Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.
a/n: bc ive always thought jeongguk would make an excellent tattoo artist. (also i’ve remade and i’m reposting this on my new blog as the first addition!)
“____, please? I need you to hold my hand, I can’t do this
without you,” your best friend pleaded, eyes wide and unblinking and you felt
yourself wavering at his terror-filled gaze. You groaned internally as you
stared him down, knowing that you would always give in to him.
tododeku; a not-so-surprising regular occurence in the class 1-A dormitory.
“Midoriya? What… are you doing?”
Midoriya brings a finger to his lips, making shushing sounds at Todoroki from where he’s crouched behind the large potted plant by the elevators. Todoroki’s not sure where those potted plants came from, but it does make the empty hallway feel more like a place to live and less like a government building, so. Playing along, Todoroki crouches beside Midoriya.
“I’m hiding,” whispers Midoriya. He glances around the plant. “From Kacchan.”
“Ah,” Todoroki says, unsurprised. “What’s he overreacting about this time?”
That tugs a smile out of Midoriya. “I wanted to get a drink from the kitchen, but I didn’t realize he was using it.”
“Bakugou can cook?”
“Oh, yes,” Midoriya nods, his curls bouncing in a very distracting manner. “Kacchan’s wanted to be the best in every class, including home ec. I think because everyone expected him to do worse in that class, so he tried even harder.”
Midoriya peers around the plant again, but no homicidal Bakugou appears. Yet. Todoroki wonders if he’s actually hearing muffled explosions coming from the stairwell leading to the common room or if Midoriya’s paranoia is getting to him, too. He flips over an idea for another few seconds. Then he turns to Midoriya.
“Do you want to come to my room? He probably won’t bother you there. And I have a mini-fridge, if you still want that drink.”
Midoriya widens his eyes at Todoroki. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“No. But if you don’t want to—”
“No! I mean I—Um, I’d like that. Thank you.” Midoriya scratches his right cheek, eyes sliding away.
Todoroki nods. “Come on.”
They check once more to see if the coast is clear, and then slip into the elevator. Midoriya is asking if Todoroki really has a mini-fridge in his room, wouldn’t that ruin the Japanese-style aesthetic he has going for his room, well I guess you could have the fridge inside one of the wooden cupboards and it’s not like you have to stick to the old-fashioned style completely; Todoroki just lets him ramble on, content to stand should-to-shoulder next to him.
Walks around naked or with very little clothing until everyone is just Used To It, and until they are she yells at them about being able to see each other’s dicks every day without it being weird. Then everyone remembers Shitty and just deals because Lardo should feel comfortable in her own Haus
Struts slowly down the stairs humming “Roxie” from Chicago sometimes, and whoever is closest has to pick her up when she says “…boys.” (same with “come and get me boys” and Moulin Rouge)
Collapses on the back of the couch when the Frogs are occupying it, then rolls forward until it forces them to get off or have Lardo’s bony elbows permanently imprinted onto their kidneys
Steals half the girls the SMH tries to wheel at kegsters. She’s not even trying, she’s just that good at pong
Back rubs. She’s the queen of back rubs. Her boys try to return the favor but they just do not understand so she has to go visit Caitlin and the SWV for her aches n pains
Cooks meals that could feed 12 but has a mini fridge in her room for the leftovers so no one gets them but her
Revels in the joy of farting in the bathroom, listening to Chowder trying to fight his gag reflex when he goes in after her, then silently challenging him to call her on it for the rest of the day
Pairing: Reader [Vampire AU!] x Taehyung [Werewolf AU!]
Word Count: 6.7k-ish
“Hmm, sweet or savory?” You questioned yourself as you sat
kneeling in front of the lower cabinet of your mansion, deciding between eating
cake or making some noodles for yourself.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t seem to
hear the faint, hesitant steps that lead up to your door, your attention only
snapping back to reality when you heard the ring of the doorbell. Within seconds you opened the
door, surprised to find Taehyung standing outside.
“Y/N-ah…” He looked up at you and you were taken aback by
the unexpectedness of his visit, eyes growing wide at the sight in front of you.
You hadn’t seen him for years, not since his wedding which
you had so pleasantly graced with your presence in addition to your present
which was probably the most expensive one there. Although, he hadn’t expected you to show
up, not after the disagreement you both had had but smiled softly when he saw
you seated in the crowd.
You, a vampire, wanted to spend the rest of eternity with
Taehyung, who was also an immortal but a werewolf. He had argued with you,
saying that your decision was based on comfort and ease more than love, that
you were just trying to find someone who could rid you of the loneliness that
came with your unending days. You wish your mind had worked faster, but before you could even deny his accusations, he was already gone.
I’m not 100% on this specific part of the Break-Up Novella bit I felt like I needed a filler part in between Parts 3 and 5. I promise you, Part 5 will be filled and it’ll be better and we’ll see their relationship really get better. There may or may not be a cheeky smut scene at the end, as well as the cutest scene I think I’ve ever written in my life.
I’m really iffy on this part, so, I apologise in the horrendous flow. I really tried to work through it, I can promise you, haha. Chances are, I will come back to this a really re-do it to fit the novella properly. I lost all inspiration for this section and I’m so unsure as to why. I think I’ve just been SO excited to write the final part because I hate it when the missus and Harry fight because I just love them and I’m rooting for them SO hard… :(((
it would have been brought up in one of the late night cuddles, right after he got off from a long tour, and it would be as if it was a joke but calum would have taken it super serious
i bet he would have looked up close by apartments when you fall asleep
and he would bring it up again the next day and i bet he would be super excited bc he wants to take the next step with you and he now can’t imagine not being with you 24/7
soon the two of you would be looking around at places and you finally find one that both of you think is perfect and i bet walking through it calum would be pointing out places to put your own furniture
“babe that corner would be perfect for the dog bed” “cal, we don’t have a dog” “but we could!”
“y’know, we could probably fit a king size bed in here” “i just like the way you’re thinking, hood”
putting a bid on the apartment and calum wanting to go all out and bidding over just to make sure you get the apartment
you making sure he doesn’t
ending up getting the apartment and calum can’t stop smiling all day
(imagine all those calum smiles ugh)
plus congratulatory sex
touring through the apartment and trying to find colour matches and floor samples
i bet calum is good on some things like paint matches but then he would bring up the option having carpet in one room and he would be taken off of the controls
goodbye sex in every room of both of your old apartments
because “babe we have to leave a mark”
calum saying he should be the one to put in the hardwood floors because hes a manly man and him and the boys can do it but you very much disagree
somehow the weekend that the floors go in he’s away but you have no idea how that could have happened right?
starting to paint the apartment and SHIRTLESS calum painting your living room
“you know babe you don’t have to stare you can see this whenever”
somehow paint getting in calums hair and you having to spend all night trying to get it out
“this is why i told you not to goof off with the paint brush” “i was trying to flick paint and YOU not at myself!!!”
him not listening to you and wearing the jeans that he likes not old clothes
him ending up getting paint on his jeans and complaining about it the rest of the week
getting all the boys to help carry in your furniture and all putting in their opinions on where everything should go
“michael we are not putting a mini fridge beside the couches so you don’t have to get up to get beer”
calum wanting to christen the whole house even though the boys are still here
“cal not now” “if i get them to leave, can we” “… sure” “guys get the fuck out”
michael never letting you guys live that down
calum wanting to leave the spare room empty and you not getting why
“but then where would the baby sleep”
“CALUM i am not pregnant we do not need to keep the spare room empty for that my god”
“I’m so happy were here”
“calum of course we’re here its our apartment”
“don’t give me sass i’m trying to be romantic”
coming home from work one day to find all of the boys sitting in your living room, beer bottles and chip bags lying around, luke with a mouth full of food “welcome home”
calum smiling sheepishly on the couch “the boys are coming over”
didn’t really proof read so may be ugly but hope you enjoy
Bound to Happen (Part 1), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: Title taken from a quote from Donna, that their relationship was ‘bound to happen sometime’. Heavily based off of West Wing, if you never watched it, sorry, but I hope you’re still able to enjoy this.
You knew you shouldn’t have gone out with the girls last night. The slightest breeze had you nearly doubled over in hungover induced pain. Still, Lin needed you.
The Richard Rogers Theater door slammed behind you, a long groan echoing from you and a few girls who had found home on the cold floor of the stage. Their cheeks were pressed against the cement in an attempt to ease their aching heads and bones with little relief.
“Hey!” Karen stood at the other side of the stage, completely unaffected by the literal bottles of liquor she had consumed only hours ago. “Is Lin here yet?”
Her eyes were narrowed and her arms were crossed around her chest. She tried not to show it, but she was pissed.
“I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” You offered, watching her hair swish as she sauntered off. If there was one person you certainly didn’t need on your bad side as your brain pounded for relief, it was Karen.
A glance at your watch confirmed the time and you knew Lin would be turning onto the block right about now. You hustled backstage, pouring coffee into a to-go cup along with the appropriate amount of sugar and milk.
Balancing coffee in your hand and a memo pad in another, you made your way back outside the theater. Shielding your eyes from the glaring morning sun, you watched as Lin skipped down the block in your direction.
“Karen’s looking for you.” You told him as soon as he was in earshot.
“Huh?” Was his intelligent response, readjusting the strap on his backpack.
“Karen is looking for you.”
“Usually ‘good morning’ is an approved greeting for this time of day.” He continued his trek past you.
“Good morning.” You forced, head continuing to pound incessantly.
“What’s up?” He stopped at the door when you made no move to follow him.
“Karen is looking for you.” You repeated, eyes threatening. “I’m saying that Karen is looking for you.” Your eyes shined a threatening glance at the importance.
“Oh shit.” He sighed, wishing he hadn’t come in today, let alone be breathing in a world where he had pissed off Karen Olivo, “What did I do?”
You shrugged, offering him the cup of coffee.
“Coffee,” You gestured to the little logo of a steaming cup on the side, “Says so right here.”
“No, why did you get me this? You never bring me coffee.” He finally decided to man up and swing the door open, taking a few hesitant steps into the theater. He glanced around. No Karen in sight.
His eyes shot to you when there was a lack of response. He watched for a moment as you busied yourself with your memo pad, crossing out paragraphs and starring important deadlines.
“Hey.” He nudged your side, gaining your attention, “How long have you worked for me?”
“Technically I don’t work for you. I’m your assistant, but you don’t pay me, the theater does.” You eyes were back on your pad, “They certainly don’t pay me enough.” You mumbled, which Lin chose to ignore for this conversation.
“How long have you been my assistant?” He tried.
“Here? Two years.”
“How many times has Karen been upset with me?”
“How many days are in two years?” You tilted your head, attempting quick math in your head.
“Okay, so we can agree Karen is always mad at me. I don’t plan on dying today. At least, not at the hands of Karen Olivo.” He smiled, though you were still unconvinced considering the daggers Karen had glared just minutes ago.
“Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Came her shriek, more than likely from across the theater. She was quite the belter.
“This might be my last meal.” Lin visibly deflated, taking a long sip of his coffee as you pushed him in the direction of where Karen had taken off. “When I die today, tell my story.” He shuffled off, leaving you with your list of tasks for the day and an ensemble of women staring at you from the floor of the theater.
“Nothing.” Mandy smirked, mid stretch, “Nothing at all.”
You hustled off without a second thought to the looks each of the girls shared. Working with Lin for the years you had were rough and patchy. You went all the way back to college, to the very first drafts of In the Heights. Back when he couldn’t get half a dozen musicians to play his music, let alone fill a tiny theater with people who wanted to watch it.
When it was announced that he would be spearheading the student production with an actual band and an actual cast and an actual creative team, it also came with an opening for an unpaid internship. Needing quick experience to top off your resumes, you applied and were never allowed to look back.
Lin took a liking to you immediately and practically called dibs on you. You were by his side whenever you could be, and when you weren’t he was sneering at whoever took you away.
You never expected him to take you this far - to Broadway. Yet, as you bustled around the theater to make sure nothing would fall apart, you didn’t regret a single second you spent by his side.
Most days were spent doing everything under the sun and more. Setting up appointments, shifting through interview questions and making sure Lin didn’t run himself into the ground.
It was a tough job to say the least, but when you went home several hours after you were supposed to be off, you still had a smile on your face knowing you made someone’s day a bit easier.
Meeting up with Lin before the show was routine, although the air seemed a bit tense after his conversation with Karen. You didn’t push it, knowing that if he wanted you to know about it he would have blurted out every detail the second you walked through the door.
You sat on his dressing room chair as he adjusted his collar in the mirror, eyes heavy but determined. Your pen clicked against his desk.
“Stop that.” He told you, eyes not moving from the mirror before him.
You clicked your pen once more to test the waters. His eyes shot to you in a small glare and you pulled back, not wanting to push him before a performance.
“What do we have?” He asked, settling into his couch and fixing his gaze on you.
You reviewed his schedule, a heavy emphasis on the appearance the cast would be making on Lopez Tonight, the first late night show he had ever been on.
“I have a date that night so I’ll miss the performance, but I’ll be able to see you guys off from here.” You added, quickly moving on to the next item.
“A date. You should really try one sometime. I have at least a dozen names whenever you’re ready.”
Lin rolled his eyes as he pushed away the thought of you having a life outside the theater and why he hadn’t been informed of it. In particular, why he wasn’t a part of it.
“That’s fine.” He said, moving to search through his mini-fridge. “Did you get more-”
“Behind the raisin bread.” You muttered, shuffling through your notes, “And I didn’t ask for your permission. Nor do I need it.”
“Uh huh.” He pushed aside the raisin bread, greeted with cups of applesauce. “I should vet this guy, what’s his social security number?”
“He’s a teacher, he’s a nice guy, and he’s taking me out to dinner.”
Lin stuck his tongue out at the positive description.
“You haven’t even met him and you’re tossing him in the trash. At least I give the losers you date a chance.”
“I don’t date los-”
“Claire.” You quirked your eyebrow, challenging a comeback.
“Fair point.” He tossed the now empty cup of applesauce just as places were called. “I gotta work. Keep my life going while I’m out there, yeah?” He winked before disappearing, not to be seen again until intermission where he would scarf down whatever lunch you picked up for him.
I was tagged by @chocolate-plumbob to do the
build your room challenge so I remade my dorm room. I would do my actual room but it’s deadass a mattress on the floor surrounded by boxes, a laundry basket, and 1 bookshelf.
ps @strawberrymark brought up how I don’t really have a see thru chair,,, let us all pretend its wooden instead
I am currently working on an exhaustive college packing list printable, which will hopefully go out next week. But today, I thought I would do a teaser post including some items that you absolutely should or should not bring to your dorm!
what is going to be in your room first, and don’t start buying until then. For
example, if your room has a trashcan, you don’t need to bring an additional
Organizers for around your
room. Go to the dollar store and pick out lots of plastic organizers, bins,
and baskets for around your room. The key to keeping such a small space like a
dorm room clean is making sure everything has a place. Things like school
supplies, makeup, keys, random samples, etc. all need a place to live or else
your room will get chaotic.
Bath robe and shower shoes.
I know, saying you need shower shoes is kind of beaten to death at this
point. But seriously, don’t even go into the bathroom without flip flops on.
And a bath robe is just nice, so that you don’t have to walk around in a towel.
Kettle and mini fridge. Save a ton of money by making your own instant coffee or tea in the
morning. And having a mini fridge is a necessity for water, snacks, and
alcohol. I recommend getting one with a freezer!
Fan. This depends on how old your school is, but many res buildings don’t
have air conditioning.
Cleaning supplies. You’ll want a few supplies on hand to keep your room clean, namely a
duster, Windex, and Lysol wipes. However, that is basically all you will need.
You don’t need to bring your own broom and vacuum.
Batteries, extension cords,
and surge protectors. Until you get to the room,
you won’t know how your outlets are set up, so extension cords might be a
necessity. Batteries and surge protectors are just necessities.
Documents, like health and insurance information, your SIN number, and copies of
your res agreement. If you need to pick up a prescription or apply for a job,
you will need these important documents!
First aid kit. Get a pencil case or makeup bag and fill it with the first aid
essentials. Pain killers, Polysporin, Band-Aids, Midol, an Ace bandage, etc.
But just like with cleaning supplies, don’t go to crazy with things you won’t
Extra furniture and
storage, at least until you have done a room tour. I always see packing lists
saying to bring an ottoman or a beanbag chair. I disagree. Your room will
probably already be cramped, and you will end up sitting on your bed all the time anyways. When it comes to storage, most dorm rooms actually have quite a bit. Having giant Rubbermaid bins and rolling storage carts might just be a waste of space.
Microwave or hot plate. There will likely be a microwave and even a stove on your floor. A
microwave takes too much space, and a hot plate is a fire hazard in a small
room. You won’t be using them that much anyways.
Area rug, curtains, and
other large decorations. Definitely bring some
photos and small decorative items, but bringing large things like this is a
waste of space in the car, as well as money.
Iron. Some lists also recommend you bring an iron, but unless you are devoting
hours a week to laundry, you’re never going to use it. Most college students
don’t even separate whites and colours, let alone iron.
Printer. Unless for some reason you are going to be printing hundreds of pages a
week, this is not needed. You will probably end up doing readings online and a
lot of work is submitted online as well. You can get pages printed for 5 cents,
and even when you total the number of pages printed, it will probably be a lot
less than buying a printer and paying for ink refills throughout the year.