almost done with this paper

☆.。.:* Econ Notes w/ my fave periwinkle pen .。.:*☆

I’m almost done with my term paper which means that I’ll be able to be more active here as well. so! hype!! :^))))

1. Know your stance: Make sure you know exactly where you stand on the issue! Which side will you take? What are your biases? The importance of a persuasive essay is to be able to assert your point while simultaneously acknowledging the opposition. State your claims and back them up.

2. Understand your topic: One of the most important aspects of a persuasive essay is the evidence that you use to back your assertions, and disprove your opposition’s argument. This can only be done if you have a very clear and thorough understanding of the topic at hand. This means doing research, research, and more research!

3. Audience: It’s important, especially in a persuasive essay, that you know your audience. While you may stand strongly on one side of the argument, keep in mind that there will always be others who don’t see the situation through the same lens as you do. It’s important in a persuasive essay to not only assert your opinions, but to also consider and address the opposing side. Whether it’s to disprove an argument, or to concede to some valid points, it’s essential to acknowledge the other side.

4. Structure is key: The foundation of a good essay (of any kind) is in its organization. The introduction to your essay should grab the audience’s attention, state your thesis, as well as provide some background information on the subject at hand. The body is where the bulk of the argument comes in. Remember that each paragraph should assert a certain point (a clear topic sentence is key), and that each of your points should be backed with strong evidence. Evidence can include research, quotes, data, or real life examples etc. And finally, include a strong and succinct conclusion to round off your essay!

Tips: Remember that the flow of your essay needs to be logical, so that your reader can clearly see the point of the argument instead of getting lost in the midst of a scramble of ideas.

Additionally:

Outline and Draft!
Forming an outline really helps when writing any essay. If you have written a structured and detailed outline, then writing the draft will be much easier. Flesh out the outline that you have prepared and just let your ideas flow. Don’t worry too much about wording or grammar the first time around, just try to get your ideas out onto the paper.

Revise!
Congrats! You’re almost done! Now, go over and edit your draft. Really pay attention to the flow, coherence, and organization of your ideas. This is also the time to look for any grammatical errors. 

Take a step back!
If you have the extra time, it helps to leave your essay for a while (a day or two), before coming back to it. Sometimes taking a step back can really go a long way!

Hit the Books

Summary: jealousy is no one’s friend || prof!//college au

Pairing: professor stan & evans // evanstan x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: flirting, sexual innuendos

A/N: uhhhh there might be a part 2? if y’all want it? let me know


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First 5: Unfinished sketches/Doodles

Last 2: Discontinued picture/icon

I thought I should post something… Sorry that many of them are old work…!

I wish I can draw with more delicate lines like I did before

(My exams are almost done~! I might draw something with pencil&paper and post them here like I did before maybe…)

And some #ink #doodles for the last day of #inktober with the addition of #cocothecat s favorite toys. 🐱
#mspoodledoodles #practice #inktober2017 #watercolor #watercolour

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I was thinking about how sea salt that you boil in to crystals yourself is so much more potent….and I was writing about maple wine, so it all got me thinking about maple syrup/maple sugar. In some ways, maple sugar and sea salt are perfect opposites – what appears to be clear, pure water, boiled unrecognizable, emerging crystalline, the only difference salty or sweet. And making maple syrup/sugar is a PROCESS: gathering buckets of sap from around the woods, stumbling over snow banks and bushes to bring it to the sugar shack, boiling the sap and constantly feeding the fire for hours and days, going through more wood than you could imagine and watching a gradient of amber spread through the pans, darkening in to rich sweet syrup. If you want to make sugar, you take it boil it even more, evaporating the last of the water in it, the last memory of how it used to flow in a forests’ veins. It takes some 40-80 gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup, more to make sugar. And making syrup with someone gets real…for a time, you’re popping in and out to go collect the rest of the buckets, but after a while it’s just you and them in a small, maple steam filled shed, usually drinking something homemade and of questionable alcohol content, talking through the day and the night. Or by yourself, with your thoughts and your wishes and your ghosts, though I’ve never done this for long, just fractions of an hour, unlike friends who have spent days there boiling away heart break or trying to get their head and pans level. 

If you need something strong to protect you, you can’t do much better than homemade sea salt. But if you need to barter something, to trade for something big and important and true, I wonder if a homemade maple sugar candy might get you what you’re looking for. 

I imagine you bring it to the edge of the forest. Or more likely, that corner of the dining hall where no matter what hour of the day someone is drinking coffee and almost done a paper they never seem to finish. All the right words… “if it would please you,” what you seek, and their reply, “and in exchange?” So you make your offer: the blood of a forest’s platoon impervious to their wounds, a fire tended, a confession you would never have made otherwise, a week of your life. They are delighted, to get so much for what now seems like so little, and greedily they reach towards you, ready to take what you have promised, and before their hands, or not exactly hands anymore, can find you – you place it on the table. A small maple sugar candy. You’ve pressed it in to a maple leaf mold because hell, if you’re gonna do this you may as well do it right. The air freezes for a second, and you feel your blood still as you wonder if you have misjudged…and then you feel it begin to thaw, the sap to run again. It smiles at you. It doesn’t mind clever, and fortunately for you, it’s a fan of sweet.

[x]

Tanaka Ryuunosuke Procrastination Headcanons

Guess what I’ve been doing… NOT MY ESSAY (I have, like, two pages written). xD

My boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to go work on the website he’s making so that I can work on my paper without distraction. HE SHOULD KNOW ME BETTER BY KNOW. Lol, but enjoy what I have produced instead of a research paper.

Originally posted by dumbass-tanaka


  • Literally, I guarantee you that this boy puts everything - unless it’s volleyball - off until the very last minute. This includes all homework and studying, shopping for gifts, and even planning get togethers. This kid just cannot do things in a timely manner
  • But he complains about it all the time. Probably multiple times a day, so it’s not like he forgets. He’s constantly reminding himself and yet still waits to do it until it’s almost too late.
    • “Shit, I still gotta get my sister a gift for her birthday” or “I still haven’t done any of my summer homework and I only have a week left!” I’m sure Ennoshita gets sick and tired of hearing about it on nearly a daily basis, like GO GET  YOUR SHIT DONE, TANAKA.
  • I am 246 percent sure that Noya is Tanaka’s enabler in this field - because he’s probably just as bad - and is always like, “nah bro, you got time. Wanna go see who can throw these rocks the farthest?!” (legit that was a competition my brother and boyfriend just had).
  • And then when he actually starts working on it he just stares and stares and STARES. Because where in the world am I supposed to get the motivation to actually do this??? He didn’t want to do it when he got the assignment and he still doesn’t want to do it even though it’s almost due!
    • Ennoshita has given one too many angry tantrums about Tanaka’s work production - he’s like a strict father, lol. Saeko is always greatly amused and tends to listen outside the door.
  • Shopping. Omg, shopping for someone else is a nightmare. Christmas has been approaching all freaking year long and chances are he’ll wait until two days before to go out and try to find that PERFECT gift, because he cannot give them anything less than perfect!
    • He fucking always does too. This kid is the procrastination miracle worker.
  • Even though he stayed up all night long doing it, he got the homework done. It may not be right or the essay may not be that good to get him an A, but damnit, he turned it in completed so he deserves SOMETHING for all his hard work! (Treat yo’self, bae!)
high school gothic

-you’re writing a paper. you take a short five minute break, you look back at the clock after your break. it’s been four hours.
-you sit down in class and for ten minutes the teacher talks. you glance at the clock. it’s been 39 seconds.
-you set an alarm to wake up at 6:30am. it wakes you up but you shut your eyes for just five more minutes. you wake up. it’s been half an hour.
-you email your teacher to ask for an extension on your paper because you can’t find the rubric. your teachers emails you back, confused. there’s no rubric and there was never a paper assigned.
-you arrive home at 3:30pm and tell yourself to start homework in an hour. an hour passes. the time reads 11pm. you’re fucked.
-you reach into your pencil case and you pull out three pens. you don’t own any pens why are they in there.
-you have a speech to give. later in the day you get a grade back for the speech. you don’t remember giving it.
-you’re writing a paper and you’re almost done. you keep writing for a few hours and you’re almost done. you’ve been almost done for four hours but there’s nothing on your sheet.

Goals

Originally posted by hannah-db


Opening her locker, Hannah Baker, her best friend, patiently waited for her as she stuffed her backpack with books to bring home for homework. YN and Hannah were planning to go to Monet’s right after school to relax and catch up before the dark, wavy haired girl goes to France for vacation.

“Here comes Romeo,” Hannah quietly said to girl who was sticking her head in the locker.

“Here’s Romeo,” the girl heard a familiar deep voice and felt arms slithering around her waist, pulling her back until her back hit a hard chest. Right away, YN knew who it was. Smiling and gently closing her blue locker, she turned around in his arms, throwing her arms around the tall baseball’s neck, pulling his head closer to hers and placed her lips on his.

“Why am I always third wheeling you two?” Hannah asked, leaning against the lockers and smiled at the happy couple. YN and Jeff pulled apart and looked at Hannah, Jeff giving his girlfriend’s best friend an amused face and YN smiled with embarrassment.

“You have to admit, we are a fun couple to third wheel,” Jeff joked, chuckling at his own joke and gave his sweet girlfriend a kiss on her forehead.

“Sorry Hannah,” the best friend apologized, laying her head on her boyfriend’s broad chest, Jeff pulled his girl closer and rested his chin on her head.

“It’s okay, but I am jealous, I want to have a relationship like you two,” Hannah admired the couple, jealously boiling up inside of her, wishing to have a relationship with a guy.

“Don’t worry, I am still trying to get Clay to ask you out.” Jeff sent a wink at Hannah who started blushing bright red, looking down onto the ground, her hair covered part of her face, trying to hide her tomato face.

“Or, you can ask him out,” YN added, smirking at her blushing best friend.

“Me and helmet? Never,” Hannah stuttered out, trying to hide her big crush on Jeff’s best friend.

“Don’t lie to yourself, I have known you for a year and I know for a fact that you like him.”

“And he also likes you too,” Jeff added to your statement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but what I do know is, I want coffee right now,” Hannah grabbed her backpack that was sitting by her feet on the ground.

“Fine, let’s go, but stop denying your feelings.” Reluctantly, she let go of her tall boyfriend, missing the warmth that he had provided her. “I’ll see you later?” the girl asked her boyfriend who was staring at her with loving eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll come over later tonight,” Jeff answered, giving her a peck, he turned around and started walking out towards the baseball field for practice.

“Bye Hannah.” He waved goodbye to Hannah and walked out of the school.

“You guys are goals,” Hannah said, linking her arms with her best friend’s and together, they walked out the doors of Liberty High and made their way to Monet’s, the place where they have met for the first time. “How long have you guys been  together again? A year?”

“No, close? Our ten months is coming up,” YN replied, causing Hannah to let out an aw.

“I hate but love how cute you guys are.”

~~~~

Typing away on her laptop, she heard her a knock on her door.

“Come in,” YN replied, not looking up and continued to type away on her laptop, finishing up her essay that was due the next morning.

“Hey babe,” Jeff greeted his girlfriend, smiling at his girl working hard on her homework with her hair tied up in a bun, wearing her glasses, wearing leggings and one of his shirts that she has stolen months ago.

Looking up, she sees her boyfriend walking towards her on the bed, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers.

“Hi baby,” she greeted the baseball player. His smile grew bigger, leaning over, he gave her a kiss on the lips.

“For you my love.” he handed the flower to the girl, who gently took the flowers and placed them on the night stand next to her bed, reminding herself to place it a vase of water.

“You didn’t need to get me flowers,” the tired girl told Jeff with a tired smile, all of the homework she was assigned had drained her.

“I know, but I wanted to.” Jeff sat next to YN, kissing her on the cheek. “Are you almost done with homework baby girl?”

“Yeah, I just have to print this paper out and I’m all done,” she replied, leaning her head on his shoulder, automatically, he wrapped an arm over her shoulder.

“Do it later, you deserve a break, I can tell you locked yourself in your room until all of your homework is done.” Pulling her down onto the bed, he pulled her into towards him to the point where she was laying on his chest. One of his arms was wrapped round her waist and the other one was playing with her long hair.

“You know me too well,” she muttered into his neck, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.

“Do you know what we should do?” Jeff asked his girlfriend, who was on the verge of passing out.

“Hmm?”

“We need to make a plan to get Clay to ask Hannah out on a date.”

“I agree, but he’s in denial about Hannah’s crush on him.”

“I know, that’s why we need a plan, you know Hannah better than anyone and I know Clay, together, we can get them together.”

“Yeah, but let’s plan tomorrow,” YN told Jeff, before officially passing out. Jeff could hear her soft breathing, right away, he knew she fell asleep.

Letting out a chuckle, he kissed her on the forehead, muttering, “sleep tight babygirl,” before passing out as well, cuddling with the girl he loves with all of his heart. The two held each other with a small, soft smile plastered on their faces.

I was thinking about how sea salt that you boil in to crystals yourself is so much more potent….and I was writing about maple wine, so it all got me thinking about maple syrup/maple sugar. In some ways, maple sugar and sea salt are perfect opposites – what appears to be clear, pure water, boiled unrecognizable, emerging crystalline, the only difference salty or sweet. And making maple syrup/sugar is a PROCESS: gathering buckets of sap from around the woods, stumbling over snow banks and bushes to bring it to the sugar shack, boiling the sap and constantly feeding the fire for hours and days, going through more wood than you could imagine and watching a gradient of amber spread through the pans, darkening in to rich sweet syrup. If you want to make sugar, you take it and boil it even more, evaporating the last of the water in it, the last memory of how it used to flow in a forests’ veins. It takes some 40-80 gallons of sap to make a gallon of syrup, more to make sugar. And making syrup with someone gets real…for a time, you’re popping in and out to go collect the rest of the buckets, but after a while it’s just you and them in a small, maple steam filled shed, usually drinking something homemade and of questionable alcohol content, talking through the day and the night. Or by yourself, with your thoughts and your wishes and your ghosts, though I’ve never done this for long, just fractions of an hour, unlike friends who have spent days there boiling away heart break or trying to get their head and pans level. 

If you need something strong to protect you, you can’t do much better than homemade sea salt. But if you need to barter something, to trade for something big and important and true, I wonder if a homemade maple sugar candy might get you what you’re looking for. 

I imagine you bring it to the edge of the forest. Or more likely, that corner of the dining hall where no matter what hour of the day someone is drinking coffee and almost done a paper they never seem to finish. All the right words… “if it would please you,” what you seek, and their reply, “and in exchange?” So you make your offer: the blood of a forest’s platoon impervious to their wounds, a fire tended, a confession you would never have made otherwise, a week of your life. They are delighted, to get so much for what now seems like so little, and greedily they reach towards you, ready to take what you have promised, and before their hands, or not exactly hands anymore, can find you – you place it on the table. A small maple sugar candy. You’ve pressed it in to a maple leaf mold because hell, if you’re gonna do this you may as well do it right. The air freezes for a second, and you feel your blood still as you wonder if you have misjudged…and then you feel it begin to thaw, the sap to run again. It smiles at you. It doesn’t mind clever, and fortunately for you, it’s a fan of sweet.

[x]

‘Distracted’ - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Words: 1,404

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes @lumpyqueen97

Requests are OPEN


Some days he regrets taking her with him, some days he does not. Today was the day that he regretted taking her.

He made it very clearly in the morning that today would be a busy day. She nodded and continued to cook breakfast for him, taking up the quotas of his saying. She got the message, he did not need to expand the situation.

Harry had to work on the album that day, he had a few songs that needed to be done, and he did not have much time. He took particularly, this day off for it. He could not leave her home, back in England for the few months that he will be in Jamaica. What kind of husband would he be, leaving his wife home, alone? Therefore she came for the last few weeks, him knowing she had to stay and finish her internship, trying her best to get a full on job at the moment. The timing was perfect he found, he was almost done with the album, just a few songs left to record, a song to write. He took it up for the time, that he’ll do it later, spend some time with her, but today he had to finish it off.

Harry had his notebook in front of him, trying his best to rack his mind to figure out words that go together, or a story line. He took the pen and tapped it on his head, while she busied herself in the kitchen.

“I mean it, gorgeous, I have to work today.” He said, taking her out of her little world for a moment. (Y/N) turned around from the stove, with the spatula in her hand, and just in his shirt, and shorts.

“I know, Harry, I’ll busy myself.” She told him, turning back to the stove, swishing her eggs around.

“You know that means no, ‘funny’ business.” He said, still in just boxers, playing around with pen in his hand, notebook open in front of him with some words crossed out, and some still hanging. She did not turn around, just hummed.

“(Y/N), I am serious.” He said.

“And I am too, now do you want some breakfast?” She said, turning away from the stove, with a pan in hand, offering him some of the eggs.


The first half of the day was fine for her, she took herself out, looked around the town, and shopped for a bit, trying her best to keep busy. Harry was at home, laid around the house, trying to figure out everything, texting the few of his mates, asking for their opinions.

It was more of after lunch that the boredom kicked in, she came home after going out for lunch, setting her things down. Harry’s head came up, from the couch and heading back down, once he realised it was her.

“Hey, honey.” She said, coming towards him, he did not acknowledge her, just gave out a noise. He sat himself up, the notebook was still in hand, a few verses and a chorus was written down.

“That is not how you say, ‘hello’ to your wife.” She stated, placing two fingers under his chin and bringing it up, kissing his lips, softly.

“Ok, I got to get back to work.” He said, pulling away, and picking up where he left off. She turned around, headed towards the kitchen, taking the groceries that she got that day, out and into the fridge.

Half of her wanted him to take a break and spend it with her, and the other half wanted him to fulfill the desire he needed. She wanted to follow his orders, she wanted to be a good wife, but she really wanted to have fun with him, and be around him.

So, she kept herself busy for another hour, she cleaned the kitchen, while Harry moved from the sofa to the table, to the kitchen counter, and then back to the sofa, following that process. Therefore she cleaned, did the laundry, unpacked groceries, and read a bit of her novel, not in that order though. (Y/N) was just done the last thing she thought that would take a while, doing the laundry. She was across from him, on the other sofa, the laundry all folded up, and on the floor. He sat there, crouching over to look over his notes that we taken upon the notebook. He looked so good there, his hair was disheveled, he was now in shorts and a white t shirt, and his eyes were darting to the notebook. His body posture was relaxed, though there were tension within his face, and his forehead was sweating.

She stood up, walking to him, he did not even glance up to her, and plopped herself down next to him. She copied his posture and looked over at his notebook, noticing all the scribbles, and small words written.

“How’s it going?” She asked, his eyes turned to her for the first time in a while.

“Fine, I think I’m almost done, but not quite yet.” He replied, looking back at his piece of paper, she placed her hand on his back, slightly rubbing it.

“I know you’ll be fine.” She told him, still looking over at his piece of paper. He simply nodded, almost showing that he was not proud of his work.

“I have to work.” He said a moment later, picking up the pen again, and adding some detail in it, she hummed, kissing his cheek.

It was a long kiss on his cheek, one that lingered, that he wanted her to kiss her more. He closed his eyes, in a sign of relaxation, trying his best to taking her all in. She pulled away, and tapped his thigh, while he looked at her. He leaned in, placing his lips on her’s, letting it happen. He dropped his notebook on the table, and kissed her. It was no makeout, but it was few quick kisses, her head going back slowly from the force.

“Ok, I got to work now.” He pushed away, and starting to walk up to the fridge, grabbing a water. She laid down, across the couch, trying to get attention, pulling out her phone.

“(Y/N), love, please move.” He pushed her up, coming down, sitting beside her.

(Y/N) was done, he had five hours working on the song, he was done, clearly, and she just wanted to have fun. Therefore she got up, walking behind the couch, looking over her husband’s shoulder, seeing that he was clearly distracted because of her actions. She placed her lips against his neck, blowing lightly against his ear. He was aggravated, frustrated, but under her touch. He was under her spell. Harry let out a moan, as she moved away, coming back to the couch, and doing the same thing to him, this time next to him.

Her hand moved to his thigh, gently rubbing it, the odd squeeze, as her mouth moved against the stubble on his neck, he dropped the notebook, and moved his one hand to her cheek, trying to hold something.

“(Y/N), please.” He mumbled, she pulled way bringing their lips together.

Her hand working on his thigh, coming closer to his crotch, her other hand balancing herself beside her. His erection became obvious. Harry’s same hand stayed at her cheek, while the other moved to her waist, letting her do all the nasty work for this experience.

“What, baby?” She said, pulling away from him. He let out a breath that he had no idea that he was holding, looking at her eyes. Her features were soft, a questioning look was upon her. His smile came up, he leaned in again, and kissed her.

“Have I ever told you I love you? Because, I sure as hell do.” He said, kissing her cheek. Her hands looped behind his neck, as he pulled her on his lap.

“Ok, I’m done, I’m all yours. What do you want to do?” He asked, rubbing her cheek with his palm, looking at her features, as her fingers played with his hair on the back of his neck.

“Do you want to resume what we were just doing?” She asked, kissing his cheek, quickly.

“Sure as hell I do, love.” He said, placing a finger under her jaw, and pulling her chin up for a kiss.  


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01.05.2017 // Definitely not on page 65 of a term paper….yikes, if I write ~500 words more, then I will exceed the max word count for an MA thesis 😟…. and I still need to write 1.5 more sections plus a conclusion. Oh well…. I’m almost done with everything anyway!

Ethics final is done, due Wednesday ✔️
Aquinas paper is pretty much done (excepts footnotes and a final read thru for typos), due next Thursday ✔️
Ridiculous 70 page paper, due in two weeks 🔜
Bio final 🔜
And then I can sleep and relax!!!! 😺