Tumblr Resources to Get You Through the School Year!
Hi guys!! Thank you all so much for your support!!! Happy 250 (EDIT: I SPENT A DAY ON THIS AND NOW IM PAST 300) and hope you all have a great start to the month! The community is more welcoming with all of you - I haven’t faced negativity from anyone at all. None of these are my posts - but they’ve helped me out a lot. With that said - let’s get started:
This is one of my side blogs, and has tons of inspiration for weekly and monthly spreads, as well as a few aesthetic ideas and how to start one. I update this constantly.
Thank you so much for the support! I couldn’t have done it without all of you. A simple reblog or like will help others see these tips, and will be very appreciated. I hope these links work - feel free to message me with questions and other links!! A possible part 2 might come out at the end of august, and one for languages!!!
So, I’m an engineering major and am trying to come up with a way to obtain clean water for flint. I’m thinking of using condensers from old AC units to use to pull water from the air, and then panning it through a filter. It would pretty much generate the water from outside. And I’m also trying to make something people can hook up to their sinks to purify the water. If you know any other engineers or are into this yourself please message me so we can make this happen for flint!!!
Can you write one about peter using his webs to swing you around the city and then peter and you go on a rooftop to see the sunrise or something? IM SOERY IF IT SUCKS IVE LOVED PETER SINCE I WAS 9 AND IVE ALWAYS THOUGHT OF THIS
a/n - while writing this i was so happy because this gave me the opportunity to write about the most dorky version of peter LMAO but i apologize for the ending i was so struggling with it so much and i went back and forth with so many ideas i hope its not shitty :( but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spiderman fic if you want and follow!
Sundays were set to be my lazy days, especially around the evening. During the school week I’d think about the comfort of sitting on my couch and literally becoming one with it, with a bowl of pretzels beside me and my hood up while some music plays in the back. This time round, I was preparing coffee for myself peacefully until the door had three knocks bounce off of it.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not expecting my mother to be home until an hour from now. I went to the door and unlocked it, opening it and having Peter zoom through the crack without saying a word.
“Um … hello.” I said, astonished at how quick that just happened. I closed the door and turned back to only see him pulling his suit out of his backpack and struggling to change into it, almost tripping while taking off his jeans.
I chuckled and made my way back to the coffee maker, taking the fresh mug and sitting down at the small dining table within the apartment. I kicked back and watched the show in front of me, laughing here and there at the absolute dork standing in front of me.
I admired myself in the mirror. I looked, I thought, perfect. I’d put enough work into it, I should look perfect at this point.
Smile, faintly lopsided but not too lopsided. Teeth, off-white and slightly crooked. Pupils, round and black but not too round or too black. Skin, a delicate texture of almost-identical shades. Hair, buzzed short for ease of maintenance, also a texture and not just a colour. Five fingers of appropriately varied lengths on each arm, five toes the same on each foot. Two feet, two legs, two arms, two hands. I looked perfect.
Then, I walked outside and realized I had made a horrible mistake. I had forgotten something essential. While I looked perfect, my shadow branched four legs from two feet, and had long, curving horns that widened the shadows head. I considered, for a moment, turning around. Skipping this year. Continuing to work until it was truly perfect. But no, by that point the faculty would be on to me, and wouldn’t let me back. So, self-conscious about the shadow behind me, I went to class.
At first, I thought no one had noticed, until we had a break and a girl came over.
“Why are you here?” She seemed angry, leaning in very close so her iron pendant almost touched me.
“To learn.” I responded, voice flat and one-dimensional.
“To learn what?” She demanded, still very close.
“Biology, currently.” The professor called her back to her seat, and she left with a huff.
I went through weeks like that, my lack of humanity the worst kept secret on campus. Sometimes, when I sat very quietly, seemed fully absorbed in my classes, they would forget about my shadow. I learned ways to protect myself from me, and others like me. Iron-spined books, and salt packets. I found a ramen packet, in fact, empty of its contents. I filled it with sand and kept it in my pocket, along with the tin pendant I found. I look more like a student now, and sometimes they forget to look.
The girl from the first day, Stone, had taken to hovering near me. She followed the rules religiously, and warded off any more unwary classmates. She’d talk to me then, about silly classmates, or books she was reading.
Then came the day Stone was taken. She had been walking home, and followed the wrong path in the dark, and I cannot rightfully explain my fury. She was not mine, I did not hold her name, but she was my closest friend, if I could be said to have such things, and how was I to properly study when my best example was taken?
I shed my glamours that night, and returned to the world I was born in. As I left, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My head looked heavy with my horns revealed, and my eyes were distant and alien. There was no warmth to my skin, and the sound of my hooves on the floor was uncomfortably loud. There were sores around my mouth from the times I had eaten salt in the cafeteria, burns on all fourteen of my fingers from lifting iron. I shook myself and walked into the night to find Stone.
I found her. I felt guilty, to be seen honestly at last. I expected shock, or horror. I did not expect her gaze to linger around my mouth, around my fingertips, an odd expression of concern.
They let me take her without bargains. I made them uncomfortable, too, with my studies. I brought her back, hand in hand, and left her at her dorm.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” She asked, voice small in the swallowing darkness.
“We have class.”
Stone brought cupcakes to class the next day, to celebrate her return to the world of humanity. She proclaimed loudly that they were salted caramel, so I remained in my desk, an odd sinking feeling in my gut.
I could hear her approach, but was still surprised when a cupcake landed on the edge of my space.
“Here. Made to suit your dietary restrictions.” I blinked at her for a second, my human eyes back in place, and she smiled.
The cupcake didn’t burn as I ate it, completely unsalted.
“I appreciate you thinking of me.” I admitted at the end.
“Likewise.” She paused, looking at the seat beside me.
“Can I sit here?” I smiled, a lopsided but not too lopsided smile.
“Sure. I’m just here to learn.”
Stone would speak to me about other things, after that. About her family, her brothers, the world of humanity at large. She would help me with math, and I would help her with writing. She never slipped up following the rules, but I would not have taken her even if she had, and she knew it.
At graduation, three years later, as we all cheered and threw our hats in the air, Stone leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.
“I don’t want to leave.” I gave her a startled look, the rest of the world growing dim around me.
“Can I stay with you?” She snuggled in closer to me, eyes beseeching.
“You know what I’d need.” My voice felt distant, almost hollow, though I could tell it was more resonant than usual.
“My name is Petra. Can I stay with you?” I could feel my illusions cracking, eyes shining a little too brightly.
“My name is Thali. I will keep you as long as you wish to be kept.” Then I kissed her, because it felt like the thing to do.
“Thank you.” I whispered into her hair as she laughed, delighted.
She teaches, now, and I do too. My Petra teaches mythology and astronomy, and I have late-night classes, in some of the more fluid classrooms, for those interested among my people. Explaining what I can about their world, how to cast a convincing glamour, explaining about math and science and biology.
I’m so glad I didn’t skip.
Well done for still doing what you love despite everything.
Despite being called a distracted doodler in class when drawing helped you learn and concentrate.
Despite your teachers being dissapointed in your wasting time pursuing art.
Despite your art teacher (more often than not) wrinkling their nose at whatever style you chose to draw in.
Despite the fact that your name will not have been cheered on a sports field nor embroidered on a jacket lined with school pride.
Despite the fact you weren’t awarded or comended for the hours of hard work and dedication you put into honing your craft.
Despite choosing to follow something considered frivolous in a clockwork world.
Despite the fact that even maths and spelling had nationwide contests to prove their skills on a regular basis.
Despite your government trying to cut any curricular support you may have needed in your passion.
Despite all that you’re still here and you are still doing what makes you both incredibly happy and desperately sad.
Despite all that you’re an artist and you are so hardcore and wonderful. Never give up art kids, keep building a magical world!
me when i understand something in math:
i'm a genius. did you know that i'm a genius? you are standing in the presence of a genius. how does it feel to know a genius. me, a genius. you can just call me albert einstein, a known genius.
me when it gets remotely more challenging:
burn this world to the ground. i don't deserve this pain. no one deserves this pain. why do teachers even do this to us? do they want us to fail? i deserve an A, i was a genius once. math is impossible, no one can even do it and i want the world to burn to the ground.
in the studyblr community, hermione granger (s/o to all the hp fans) is admired and seen as an inspiration. from her work ethic to her witty remarks, what’s not to love? I love hermione so much and decided to post this to help you channel your inner hermione in terms of studying, productivity, and work
you’ve got to have something that pushes you or motivates you to work so hard, or you’ll tend to find yourself asking what’s the point and giving up quite often. most people’s motivation spring from family, future aspirations, proving something, etc.
you need to achieve discipline in order to stay on track. try not to scroll through instagram or text cindy while writing your essay for world history. download apps like self control or forest to prevent you from getting too distracted. discipline comes in handy when motivation just isn’t pushing you. when you just don’t want to study, the discipline you’ve set for yourself will help you to do so. it takes a while to develop a strong sense of discipline, so start little by little! for example, set a time for you to study for twenty minutes everyday and gradually build from there!
develop a system
hermione seems to always have her shiz together, and so can you! develop a study and organization system to keep yourself together and to work efficiently. create systems for how you study math, or how you take notes in world history. how to you keep your notes together? loose leaf or notebook?
okay, this may tie in to motivation, but it still is considerably important! you have to have the passion for what motivates you to study. whether it be becoming a nurse to help ease patient’s lives or an entrepreneur to better impact this world or even to just love learning! use that to fuel your endeavors and kick butt! :)
use your time efficiently
most of us have a life outside of academics, and that sometimes leaves us in a time crunch when it comes to studying. that’s why learning to efficiently study and use your time wisely is crucial! ride the bus to school? read your textbook or go through some flashcards! siblings taking too long to get ready? get those notes out! riding back home? do that homework!
i hope this post helped you guys! reblog or follow me if you liked it/want to see more. i’m probably going to post another in a couple days since summer school is almost over.