also if anyone can find music that goes better with it link it to me!

this a post (complete with links, pictures and other tips) dedicated to all of you struggling through what seems to be a hell they call high school. i get it. i struggled through it, all my friends endured it and you’re probably in the same boat of wanting to throw yourself down each flight of stairs that presents itself. but please don’t do that! i’m here to help, friend!! this is a comprehensive list of all the things i learned from my time in high school. i hope this helps at least one person out there! as always, if you guys have any questions, my ask box is open :)

before we get into it: this is a link to my study routine because some people have been asking for it and don’t have a section in this post to put it under so i’m just going to leave it here.

self-care advice:

okay so, i’m going to be completely upfront with you. high school is hard. it’s especially hard if you want to do well. i can honestly say that senior year took its toll in more ways than one when i didn’t take care of myself or pay attention to my body’s needs. so here are some self-care tips to keep you happy & healthy.

1. eat a lot & stay hydrated

when you’re trying to finish a 2000 word essay, or pretty much all but shoving toothpicks in your eyes to stay up studying for an exam the next day, food is your best friend. food helps your brain work better and you’ll find that your concentration levels increase when you study on a filled stomach. there are lots of brain foods out there like dark chocolate, nuts, vegetable sticks etc. but don’t forget to reward yourself with a food of your choice after you feel like you’ve done a lot of work. couple all of this with lots of water to keep you feeling refreshed.

2. pamper yourself

i am completely aware of the fact that high school students don’t have the time to go to a spa or sauna every other weekend. however, you deserve a nice long bath or a good face scrub every now and then. other things you can indulge in:

  • sheet masks
  • body lotion (especially the nice smelling ones)
  • scented candles
  • hand cream
  • nail polish
  • eye masks
  • a good facial cleanser
  • serums
  • bath bombs

and the list goes on. trust me, being physically relaxed plays a big part in how your brain performs. if you feel a bit gross, take a shower before you start studying. it’s little things like that that’ll make a massive difference.

3. sleep

everyone says it, i know. but it’s so important. if you don’t get sleep the night before because you were cramming for tomorrow morning’s exam, go home and take a nap in the afternoon. get some shuteye in one form or another. pls. 

4. believe in yourself

it sounds so weird, and it’s usually not included in posts like these but in my opinion it’s one of, if not the most, important factor in high school success. think about it. if you’re spending those years of your life doubting whether your answer is correct, whether your science report is as good as the next person’s or whether your friends truly like you, you’re using up a lot of energy that could be used for things that’ll actually benefit you in the long run. that’s why my blog is titled “breathe” - because that’s exactly what you have to do, and sometimes that’s the only thing you can do in order to keep going. chin up. you’re going to be okay. you’re doing great. i believe in you. and you should believe in you too. 

organisational tips:

1. plan everything

i’m telling you now, get some kind of planning system. whether you want to use a bullet journal, a planner, a diary, an app, a computer program or your grandma’s paper napkins, seriously just pick something. when you have seven different classes and you have assessment for each, i highly doubt you’re going to remember every task that goes along with them. so, just take my word for it and plan plan plan.

here’s a link to how i used my planner back in high school. 

i also recommend a whiteboard monthly calendar so you can keep track of all of the important dates you need to remember.

2. post-its

i love love love post-its. i honestly can’t stop myself from buying them - especially the cute animal ones. post-its saved my butt when keeping my books organised and easy to navigate. you can use them to separate different semesters, chapters, lectures, topics etc. i also use post-its to mark any questions, sections or subjects that i’m unsure of so that i can ask my teacher about it the next day. i then write down the answer or explanation on a separate sticky note and stick it next to the question so i can refer back to it when studying for exams.

+ look at all the different kinds of cute post-its you can get!

so you can obviously get all your standard, basic post-its.

buuutttttttt, you can also get all of these fun ones too! they make studying a lot easier and a lot more fun, trust me. 

3. figure out a system that works for you

so in high school, i liked having notebooks for each class and having an accordion folder to hold all my papers. that worked perfectly fine for me but there may be other methods that work better for you. i suggest, especially if you’re just about to start or just started high school, that you experiment with different organisational systems to find which one suits you best.

i’ve got a page dedicated to my favourite supplies and how i use them. i hope you can get some inspiration from it in some way. 

motivational tips:


go on google, tumblr, facebook, instagram, weheartit or whatever tickles your fancy and search up some quotes that inspire you. it sounds really corny, but i’m telling you that it works. i had three quotes above my desk and they always used to motivate me when all i could think about was crashing into the comfort of my blankets. i would pick quotes and write/draw them out myself so i could add my own spin on them. i used:

  • “make hermione proud”
  • “effort only fully releases its rewards to those who refuse to quit”
  • “you have galaxies in your head, don’t let anyone tell you you cannot shine”


2. studyblr

this community! it’s the best motivation in my opinion. whenever i was in a procrastination slump, i would scroll through the studyblr tag or scroll through studyblr blogs and before i knew it i’d be ready to study for another hour. it’s honestly one of the most helpful resources, and if it’s available to you then i definitely recommend that you use it!

3. music

get yourself a study playlist. it’s amazing what music can do for your mood. add a mix of songs that will get you pumped to blitz through that 5-star difficulty chemistry question and songs that will help you concentrate when you need to find the right word for that english essay. studying when it’s dead quiet is weirdly deafening to me and i can’t concentrate if there isn’t some sort of background noise. just add whatever helps you - whether it be panic!, classical or in my case, kpop hehe

i have a playlist suggestion on my blog if you want to try listening to some new songs. :)

that’s all, folks!

in all honesty, high school isn’t going to be a walk in the park if you want to succeed. it takes dedication, a lot of persistence and a consistent work ethic. you need to know what you’re aiming for, and you need to want it just as much, if not more, than the person who wants the same thing. my high school experience was stressful and anxiety inducing, but i can honestly say that the rewards on the flip side are very much worth it. you’ve got this. you’ll do a lot more than survive. you will succeed. 

you can do it! i believe in you! 

stay motivated x

Not Dead Yet (Part 2)

*So part one of this did decently I suppose so I decided to post a part two. Also if you wanted to read part one there is a link at the bottom. Comment and let me know what you think!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: mild language

“Neverland? Never heard of it.” I told this Peter Pan.

“Well I don’t blame you. Only a few people know about this place, fewer have seen it. If I were you I’d be thankful that you get to see it and live. The others will explain what goes on here, enjoy your stay.” he started to walk off before stopping and turning around, “What’s your name by the way?”

“Y/N” I answered, “When will I be going home?”

Him and the others chuckled around me. “Oh, pet, don’t you know? No one leaves Neverland, at least not without my permission.”

Pet? Who do you think you’re calling pet?” I picked up a stone and hurled it at him. He caught it in one hand and threw it back at me. I ducked just in time and it sailed over knocking another boy in the head.

“You are going to be fun.” he nodded to the tall boy, “Felix, get someone to show her around then come with me, I have something I need to talk to you about.”

“Got it.” Felix said, “Devin! You’re up.”

“Oh come on, why do I have to show the skirt around?” The boy that got hit with the rock groaned.

“Wait? That’s a girl?” Another boy said.

“Of course I’m a girl you ignoramus!” I spat at him, “Got a problem with it?”

“Aren’t girls supposed to be pretty or something?” he sneered.

I strolled up to him and smirked at how he only came up to my nose, “Aren’t boys supposed to be tall?”

“I wouldn’t be so high and mighty, princess.”

I scoffed and pushed past him, “I’ve met corpses more intimidating than you lot.”

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?” Devin shouted after me.

“Away from here.” I wandered from the camp and no one did anything to stop me.

Let’s take check of the last twelve hours. I had spent the evening digging a grave, followed music out into the forest late at night, woke up in a different realm entirely inhabited by boys, tried to assault some magic teenager with a rock, and antagonized some other boys. All in all it was an interesting break from routine. I mean I was away from the cemetery and Doctor Beadnell. Already things were looking up!

I ran a hand through my hair and came up with a handful of dirt. I ruffled my hair more and more dirt sprinkled out. Well maybe that explains why they didn’t recognize me as a girl. I was really dirty. There has to be a pond or something I can dip down in to wash away some of this grime.


“You sure about this?” Felix asked as Pan as they walked away from the group. “Bringing a girl here?”

“Neverland is for lost children.” Peter answered, “Not my fault she’s the first girl to show up.”

“You think she has what it take to run with the boys?”

Peter snorted, “Did you see her? I don’t think we need to worry about her keeping up with anyone.”

“Still. The boys are used to only having other boys on the island. What if her presence causes some riot?”

“Then they’re idiots. One girl is not going to plunge the island into the sea.” Peter rubbed at his temples, “Besides, that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What were you going to talk to me about then?”

“Just some routine stuff. I think I’m getting closer to finding the boy I need.” Peter continued to lay out his plans, the fire from the new recruit still unknowingly tingling under his skin.


That was loads better. I crawled out of the pond I had found and put my clothes back on. I scrubbed them a little while I was bathing and hung them out to dry. With some semi clean clothes and a layer of dirt peeled from my skin I was feeling more human.

Now what was I going to do? I had nowhere to go. I certainly wasn’t going back to that camp. My stomach let out a low growl. Apparently I’m going to find some food.

I scavenged the jungle but this place seemed to reproduce no fruit trees or berry bushes I could find. After some more searching I eventually found a bush that looked like it had some berries on it. Hm…blue or red?

“Unless you want your tongue to swell up to the size of a banana I’d eat the red berries.” I looked up and saw Devin standing there watching me.

“Thanks” I muttered dropping the blue berries and picking a handful of red ones instead. “How long have you been following me?”

“Since the beginning. I got personal confirmation that you are indeed a girl when you took your little swim.” he smirked and I resisted the urge to whack him upside the head.

“Can I ask why you’re following me?” I snapped at him.

“I was told to show you around Neverland.”

“Yeah, you also complained that you had to. So what’s the real reason?” I stood up and got nose to nose with him.

He backed away. “You’re one of us now. Meaning that your home is back at that camp and you have the same duties as the rest of us.”

“I get it, you’re playing babysitter. Here to bring me back so I can get to work.” I rolled my eyes as I started to walk away again. “Not happening. I just got my freedom. I’m not going to become someone else’s slave just like that.”

“You’re not a slave, you’re a Lost Boy…or Lost Girl in your case. You have more downtime than you would know what to do with really.”

This gave me pause. Downtime? I rarely got downtime back at the funeral home. Any time I wasn’t digging or running errands I was eating, catching up on my sleep or practicing my reading and writing. The only time I ever got to do anything just because I enjoyed it was those rare winter days where there was too much snow to dig anything and it was too cold for even Doctor Beadnell to send me out in. I’d sit curled by the fire and read aloud with a warm cup of tea.

My father used to love it when I read to him. Especially when he got sick. He said hearing me tell stories was the highlight of his day.

Devin noticed me smiling and I quickly dropped it. “So that’s it? You want me to follow you back there just because you say I’ll have a lot of downtime?”

“No. I’m telling you to come back because it’s where you belong. You can handle yourself from what I saw earlier and the boys will get used to you eventually. Just don’t be the spoilt little princess we fear you are and everything will be fine.” he grinned at me.

“A spoiled princess?” I let out a laugh, “Do you see these hands? Do you see these muscles? Does this look like something some princess would have?”

He glanced at my calloused and scarred hands. “What were you doing before you came here?”

“I was a grave digger.” I shrugged, “Not the nicest job in the world but I got it done.”

“Come on,” he motioned for me to follow, “Let’s get you back to camp and get you some real food.”

“I can manage on my own, thank you very much.” I lifted my chin high but at that moment my growling stomach gave away my true thoughts. Dammit.

“Will you just follow? I don’t want to have to explain to Pan that I lost the new recruit in under an hour.” I gave in and followed him back to camp. He gave me a quick run down about the island and the type of children and teenagers that are brought here.

The boys gave me second looks when we reappeared in camp. Apparently without all the dirt and mess I was looking a lot more like my assigned gender.

“Here,” Devin tossed me an orange, “Eat up.”

“Thanks,” I peeled away the skin away and started eating the slices. I took this time to really check out the camp. What had to be about twenty or so boys, from what I could see, were milling about. Some were fighting, others were playing with knives, a group were gathered around in a circle laughing, and the rest were just sitting by themselves eating or staring off into the distance.

“So, what goes on here?” I asked.

“Whatever you want really. There are certain duties and practices we need to do but besides that you can just hang out and have fun.”

“Okay…” I bit into another orange slice. “Hey, what is with that Peter guy I met earlier?”

“Pan?” Devin’s eyes widened and my question caught the attention of some of the other boys, “Pan is our leader.”

“I got that much. Why have a leader in the first place though? I thought you had said that Neverland was a place for lost children, why would they need a leader?”

“A bunch of wild children running around an island without anyone to keep them in line? I may hate rules but I do recognize that without someone to keep order that the weaker minds would go feral on us and get themselves and others killed.” Devin explained and I froze midbite.

I swallowed what I had and started to look at the jerkish Lost Boy in a new light. “You’re not entirely hollow up there, are you?”

“I would hope not. Before Neverland my parents had me locked up with tutors all day long so I could become a royal diplomat when I grew up. Thankfully I was taken here before that ever happened.”

“Seriously? I would have killed for something like that. Spending all day upturning earth was no picnic.”

Devin and I soon began comparing lives trying to distinguish who really had it worse off. His reasons for hating his life were understandable given the carefree and kind of snarky attitude he had but I blew past them with my years of orphaned servitude.

“Just admit it, no matter how many meals you were forced to skip to finish your lessons it does not match up to having to sleep in an empty grave.” Some of the other boys had come to listen in on Devin and I’s conversation and were laughing about the strange situations I had found myself in when I was younger.

“Why were you sleeping in an empty grave in the first place?” one of the other boys, I think his name was Nick, asked.

“I dug too deep and couldn’t get out so I just slept in there till the funeral the next morning and someone could help pull me out.” I told them.

“Looks like you’re fitting in quite well, pet.” Pan came back and grinned at the little group I had formed. “And to think Felix was worried.”

“Worried about what? That I would be a frilly pansy or something?” Something about this boy just aggravated me. He was severely smug in presence alone and it made my skin itch.

“Truthfully? Kinda.” he held out a hand, “Come talk to me for a second.”

“The boys already told me about what we’re supposed to do.” I answered, figuring that was what he wanted to tell me.

“That isn’t what I wanted to say. Now will ya follow, pet?” he’s calling me that just to annoy me now.

“My name is Y/N, y’know.” I glared at him.

“Your point?” he raised an eyebrow at me, “Aw, do you want me to apologize?”

“No. You don’t seem like the type. I would however prefer if you would not antagonize me just because I am the sole girl on this island. I couldn’t imagine you calling any of the boys that or did I misjudge something?”

Some of the boys snickered and there was a flash of anger in the head Lost Boy’s eyes. “Just get up.” he grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet. I rolled my eyes but let him drag me away from the boys and out into the jungle.

We kept walking in silence and I started to wonder if he was just leading me out to some large cliff so he could push me over for disrespecting him in front of his friends. If that was the case I was going to make sure to take him with me on the way down.

“Here we are.” we stopped in front of a bramble of thorned vines.

“You dragged me out here to look at a plant?”

“No,” he cut off a small vine, “I dragged you out here to give you a warning, a warning I give all the new recruits.”

A drop of black sap oozed from a thorn on the vine and Pan caught it on his finger. “This plant is called dreamshade. A deadly poison that if cut into the bloodstream even slightly will kill you,” he got close tracing the dark fluid across my cheek, “slowly…painfully…and with only one cure.”

“If there’s a cure, why warn me about the poison?” I asked as I wiped away the trace of sap from my face.

“Because, the cure comes with a steep price.” he held the tip of a thorn close to my neck. “You take the cure, you can never leave the island. If you do, the cure will no longer work and you will die.”

“Wonderful. What’s that mean to me though?” I groaned as he finally stepped away from me.

“Motivation not to piss me or any of the others off.” he threw the cut vine over his shoulder. “Because if you do accidentally get cut with dreamshade and then do something stupid to warrant banishment from the island then you’re not gonna survive long, pet.”

I glared hard at him. “Oh apologies, Y/N.”

“Got it.” I turned around to head back to camp, “Thanks for the warning chief.”


Peter watched her walk away and disappear back into the thick of the jungle. She was something. Whether it was something good or bad he had yet to decide. He’d have to keep a closer eye on some of the more troublesome boys. While Y/N was quickly identifying as one of them that didn’t change the fact that she was indeed a girl.

An island full of hormonal boys with only one girl to impose any salacious thoughts on… it wasn’t a question of if one of them would crack. It was a matter of who would crack first and when. For now she was fine but there was a part of Peter that wished she hadn’t cleaned herself up. Without the grime hiding her she didn’t look nearly as boyish. In fact…she looked vaguely attra– “Oh sweet lord above.” he knocked his head purposefully against a tree angry with himself for letting his mind wander that far. “I am not even going to allow that thought to develop further.”

He wiped the remaining dreamshade on his finger against his pants and started back to camp. It was time for his favorite game…initiation.

(Part 1) (Part 3)

just-a-simple-nerd-gal  asked:

Hcs for rfa and v and saeran for MC with depression/anxiety?


💫 He’s surprised the first time you have an anxiety attack.

💫 He knew you were a worrier from how much you’d checked in on him when he was helping 707 before the party.

💫 You’ve also been very on top of making sure he takes care of his eye, so your anxiety isn’t necessarily news.

💫 He just didn’t realize it was this bad.

💫 He doesn’t know how to help… he’s completely out of his expertise here.

💫 Google is man’s best friend.

💫 He sits next to you and tells you it’s okay, that he’s here with you, asks how to help.

💫 Slowly you come down, unwinding and falling into his arms in tears.

💫 “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

💫 “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

💫 He kisses you gently on your forehead, rubbing your back.

💫  "I still love you.“

💫 He’s super supportive and does his best to help you keep it under control.


🎤 He was so used to seeing you as the vibrant light in his life that when the energy started to dull, he immediately became concerned.

🎤 “What’s wrong, prince/ss?”

🎤 You’re the type who goes completely numb inside, so you explain that to him.

🎤 He’s initially a bit confused - he’s so in touch with his own emotions, it’s hard to believe someone can feel severed from them unwillingly.

🎤 But he knows you well enough to know this is not your norm and he wants to help.

🎤 He doesn’t like the helpless feeling that washes over him when you explain there’s no easy fix for this, that you mostly just have to ride it out.

🎤 So he makes it his mission to spoil you even more than before.

🎤 Cuddles you on the couch under blankets, watching your favorite movies.

🎤 Brings you snacks and makes you tea, basically fulfilling your every minor desire.

🎤 Constantly tells you how special you are and how much he loves you.

🎤 Lets you cry about the lies your mind tells you before gently but firmly correcting them.

🎤 “You’re worth every second of every day I spend with you, my love.”


☕️ She knew you had it, you told her right away.

☕️ But the day you broke down it was still a shock.

☕️ You’d been her rock, the one thing that kept her steady during her time with Jumin and the transition to her new life with you.

☕️ Even with the knowledge that you were prone to letting things pile up to the point your anxiety overloaded, she hadn’t seen any of the signs and she feels very guilty about it.

☕️ She walks into the storage room at work to find you sobbing and immediately pulls you into a hug.

☕️ “Would it better for you to stay here or go home?”

☕️ You stay because after the anxiety fades the depression will set in and it’s not wise for you to be alone.

☕️ After work she orders your favorite take-out and you guys watch some of Zen’s musicals together.

☕️ She’s there to hold you when you feel like you’re falling apart, and she helps you pick up the pieces to put yourself back together.

☕️ She pays a lot more attention to your little tells from here on out, doing her best to help relieve stress when she notices you getting worked up.


🐈 He’d wondered what those pills you took every morning were, but he’d never bothered to ask because it wasn’t his business.

🐈 And he honestly doesn’t understand what’s happening until it’s already really bad.

🐈 He comes home from work one day and is shocked to find you still in bed, staring at the wall blankly. You’re usually pretty active and almost always waiting to greet him when he walks in the door.

🐈 He asks if you’re sick and you evasively answer him, not really wanting him to think of you as weak.

🐈 Of course, Jumin’s dealt with all sorts of people and has known you long enough to know that you’re not being entirely truthful. He also knows ways to get you to open up, and so eventually you explain.

🐈 He’s heard of depression, but has never been close with anyone who showed it outwardly.

🐈 His first response is to ask if you need to see a doctor. No, Jumin, this isn’t something you can just get a shot for.

🐈 He next assumes your pills are faulty and you need to have that corrected. Also wrong, Jumin.

🐈 He ends up calling a psychiatrist he knows through work to get the intimate details of how depression works.

🐈 He really doesn’t like that his money is useless in this matter.

🐈 The doctor mentioned that animals can sometimes help so Jumin suddenly comes home with a new kitten for you and takes it as a personal victory when you perk up at the sight.

🐈 Makes sure to order food and drinks that have been linked to helping with depression and stays home as much as he can to make sure you actually eat.

🐈 He will help you get past this if it’s the last thing he does.


⌨️ He already knew, of course, from when he hacked into your medical history.

⌨️ He had kept a close eye on you over the CCTV when you were still at Rika’s because that level of stress could set anyone off.

⌨️ He’s also familiar with it on a personal level.

⌨️ So he notices immediately when you start to spiral downward.

⌨️ From that moment on its pillow forts, blanket burritos and lots of goofiness to try to keep you occupied and laughing.

⌨️ Screw being healthy as he brings you all of your favorite snacks and feeds them to you by mouth half the time.

⌨️ He tells you funny stories from his time as an agent and talks reverently about your future together.

⌨️ Makes sure to dote on you and tell you he loves you as often as possible in any manner that he can come up with.

⌨️ “You’re my angel, babe. I love you so much.”


📸 This isn’t his first time dealing with a mental illness, but you’d hid your anxiety from him out of fear he wouldn’t want you after Rika.

📸 One day, it hits hard and you feels like you’re suffocating.

📸 He’s across the room messing with his camera but he acutely hears the change in your breathing.

📸 You’d hoped to get through it without him knowing since he couldn’t see the way you’re frozen in place while your entire body shakes.

📸 He’s at your side in an instant, arms wrapping around you and holding you tight against him.

📸 He’s whispering soothing words into your ear, his steady presence and calm voice helping to ground you.

📸 He keeps comforting you even when it passes and you just collapse sobbing into his chest.

📸 “Shh, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

📸 You bury your head in his shoulder and start apologizing profusely for not telling him.

📸 He doesn’t care, he’s just happy he can help.

📸 “I love you for who you are, don’t forget that.”

📸 You wonder how you ever doubted this cinnamon roll.


💀 It doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s going on.

💀 After all, those are just two of the many things he deal with.

💀 So he tries his best to keep you from falling over the edge, even though he knows it not really within his control.

💀 When the day comes it happens, he takes one look at your eyes and he knows.

💀 It honestly causes him an internal struggle against his own because he feels like it’s his fault and that he failed you.

💀 He snaps out of it quickly and just pulls you closer to him.

💀 “Lets sleep in today. Then I’ll make you breakfast and we can go for a walk. After that, it’s your call, okay?”

💀 You don’t really have any desire to go outside but you know what he’s doing and it helps a bit.

💀 He’s not sure how severe yours is so he just assumes that it’s as bad as his and mother hens you a little too much he’s just really scared to lose you okay

💀 He does apologize and back off a bit when you ask him to, though.

💀 He’s not the best at expressing his emotions but he does his best to let you know exactly how much you mean to him.

💀 “You’re the only good thing to ever happen to me.”

I am super excited to bring you “Fix You” by Coldplay, which is the fifth fic in @alltoomaya and my’s playlist series! @rileynmaya graciously let me use their au to write a fic, which I’m absolutely in love with so all creative credit goes to them! 

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Playlist Link. 

Warning: Language, Violence


She wasn’t in school that day. He had texted her 24 times, and called her 4 times, with no answer. He had questioned Riley, who also had no clue where she was. She would have told Riley if she was sick, those two were closer than peanut butter and jelly. Riley didn’t seem that worried, she claimed that it was just “Maya being Maya” but he didn’t buy into that bs.

And so he went through his day, staring at her chair, checking his phone, feeling jittery and anxious, and he didn’t know why. He kept thinking about what was wrong, and that it was probably nothing, but he felt it in his gut that something wasn’t right.

School ended and he still hadn’t heard where Maya was, but he told himself to stop thinking about her because she wasn’t his, and she didn’t want his protection. He went to baseball, and missed every ball that was thrown in his direction.

“You’re whipped.” Zay commented after practice.

“I’m not whipped, I’m worried.” He tried to defend himself, but he couldn’t even convince himself.

“Do you want me to help find her? Because I know you’re gonna go look for her.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m gonna stay at home because who knows where she is in NYC. This place is huge. She’s Maya, she can take care of herself.” Lucas immediately regretted saying that, mainly because his exact plans were to go find her, but he knew what he had said was right. She’s Maya.

So he went home. He called and texted a few more times. (The count was up to  35 texts and 7 calls). He tried to take his mind off of her. He watched baseball, football, and pretty much any other sport he could find on TV until it was late and he needed to go to bed. He texted Riley one more time in case she had heard anything, but she hadn’t. He had stripped down to his boxers, and was about to slide into bed when he heard a tap on the window.


She was done with the world, she wanted a day off. And so she took one. They wanted her to be old Maya? Then she would be old Maya. So she decided to walk. All the bright lights and the city noises always helped her think better. School seemed so stuffy in comparison. Nothing like the hum of fluorescent lights, and sound of scratching pencils to really get the mind going.

She knew that she would probably get in trouble for skipping school, they were a lot stricter in high school than in middle school. She grabbed her headphones, her phone, and headed off to explore the city.  She hadn’t bothered to get all dressed up in makeup and cute clothes, she had just grabbed an old t-shirt and sweatpants.

She just walked, and listened.

She liked to listen. Beneath the sound of her music, there were people. There were people talking about children, about family, about everything and nothing at the same time. She could hear small talk between strangers that made her laugh, a story about a miscarried child that made her tear up, and she was listening to an old woman talk about her grandchildren when she was interrupted.

“Hey pretty lady, nice ass.” Her head whipped around, her eyebrows creased, her mouth tight.

“What did you just say?”

“I said that you got a nice ass.”

“Oh I heard you the first time, I was just giving you a second chance.”

“Aw is the sexy little girl getting mad?” She wasn’t just mad, she was absolutely fuming. She started walking towards him. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her height.

“Don’t you ever talk to me or any other woman like that ever again.”

“Or what?”

“I can throw a punch.”

“Sure you can sweety.” She raised her eyebrows at him, as to say “do you really want to do this?” and he opened his arms accepting her challenge. She clenched her jaw and threw a punch right into his solar plexus (she had picked up some fighting moves over the years). He stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach, muttering curse words. He started to come towards her, his eyes narrowed. So naturally, she ran. She ran as fast as she could dodging through the streets of New York. He was following her pretty close. “Bitch,” he spat out. “You better get back here.”  He was much larger than her, and could push through the crowd much faster than she could.

As she was approaching her house, she tripped. She landed on her knees, and she could tell that they were bleeding. As she sat up she noticed the big shadow over her. “Shit,” she muttered. He grabbed the back of her t-shirt, and pulled her off the ground.

“Think you can run away from me?”

“I was doing a pretty good job, thanks for noticing.”

“Well it’s time for payback.” He punched her in the jaw, which knocked her to the ground. While she was down there he kicked her in the gut and walked away. She could taste iron in her mouth and felt a little dizzy.

She wanted to go to Riley’s house, but she knew that it would only worry her more. She also knew that she couldn’t take care of herself, and so she went to the only option she had. She tapped on his window. She contemplated leaving, it was late and it was dark and he probably didn’t want to deal with her right now.

“Maya oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

“Slow down Huckleberry, I was gone a day.”

“You didn’t tell anyone where you were and we were so worried and you could have been hurt, and-”

“About that…”

“Maya, what’s wrong?” He didn’t say it as much of a question but more of demand to tell him.

“I’m a little banged up…” He turned on a lamp and looked at her a little closer. She had dried blood on her face from a split. Her face was all sorts of black and blue.

“Is that all?” She didn’t need to respond, she just lifted her shirt. There was bruising where the guy had kicked her. He could tell that she was in a lot of pain; she winced when her shirt brushed up against it.

“Maya,” he said softly, “what happened?”

She smiled and looked up at him, “I was just fighting crime, you know me.” Lucas chuckled and smiled back at her.

“I’m glad you’re safe. Now let’s get you cleaned up.” He quietly grabbed his mom’s first aid kit, and started to clean the dried blood off her face. “You really scared me.”

“What do you mean?” She winced as he brushed the alcohol wipe against a cut on her face.

“I didn’t know where you were, and I kept calling you, and it sounds stupid, but I didn’t know if you were okay and it terrified me.”

“You know me, I’m Super Maya.”

“Well whenever Super Maya needs a sidekick, I’ll be here to fix you up.” 

So I’ve been wanting to make a rec list for a while now to celebrate my favorite authors and fics. I had all of these plans to make it super organized by word count and rating and genre, but then I said fuck it and just divided everything between non-au’s and au’s because I’m lazy. In this context a non-au is anything where they are both hockey players playing for the Hawks and the world is the same as we know it to be (for the most part). 

I’ll being updating this whenever I find something new I love. Let me know if there are any broken links. Please consider leaving feedback if you enjoyed a fic. Authors really appreciate it. Also feel free to rec me your faves!

Updated: 2/1/16


“We should have sober sex,” Patrick says, rolling his neck until it pops loudly. He really should be thinking about getting up off of the floor.

“Why would we do that?” Jonny asks, twisting to look down at Patrick like he just suggested that they throw puppies into traffic.

In which Patrick’s daughter and Jonny’s son are discovered making out under Seabs’ dock at a 2010 Cup team reunion, and become a catalyst for other discoveries.

So then Pat stops and thinks about it. Because they’ve talked about how their kids are going to play hockey together and how Jonny can take them golfing and how Pat is never allowed to name a kid after Kanye, no matter how awesome he is. But he’s never actually said that the kids they’re talking about are going to be his and Jonny’s together. He always thought that part was obvious. 

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We got a chance to chat with Los Angeles based artist Mike Stilkey whose book sculpture, installations, and paintings have adorned various galleries and institutions all around the world.  When he’s not traveling to China or elsewhere, he can be found tending his cats, taking care of his son, winning pool tournaments in sketchy pool halls and creating whimsical and amazing works of art.   Here’s the Q&A with Mike Stilkey, enjoy!

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hello, friends! Christine here.

as some of you know, I was a participant in the Stressed Out Music Video Rotoscope Recreation which was directed by the wonderfully talented dunshine and now I have decided to direct my own. 

if you are interested the directions are below 

  • The first step is to send me an ask telling me your email so you can receive all the details and updates regarding your assigned slides
  • next you will receive a more detailed email with links where you can submit your name and/or social media or however you would liked to be awarded creds.
  • In the next email you will receive a list assigning you to a number. Keep that number it is very very important. you will open up a different link with different folders that are named numbers. Find your number and open the folders and your slides should be inside :-)
  • download the slides and begin drawing! you can either print them off and trace them or you could draw it digitally
  • each person should receive about 12-14 slides
  • if you decide you can’t do it or you are just too busy remember to message me as soon as possible because I would like to be able to assign your slides to anyone willing. the sooner I know, the better :-)
  • finally the last step is to submit them back to me via email

I will assign a final date when the slides are due when I send out the emails. depending how smoothly it goes, I hope to have this done by the end of september. 

if you have any questions feel free to shoot me an ask i promise I’m nice. —also even if you can’t do it, it would be nice if you reblogged this to help spread the word!! the more people the better 

Thank you all so much! I look forward to working with you

FULL TRANSLATION OF HORRIFICATOR UNDER THE CUT. Enjoy knowing what everyone is saying :)


1. I am not a professional translator :P I am a french canadian 19 year old, so there’s bound to be a few mistakes in here, but i did my best :) It’d be super cool if y’all gave this a like or reblog, since i spent like 4 hours translating + another hour formatting for tumblr :P

2. If anyone would like to use my translations to make a sub, you are more than welcome! I ask only two things: First, please put at the beginning of the video (perhaps during the intro song) “Please support the show and it’s creators by watching the official premiere of the english dub on December 6 on Nickelodeon!” Second, please credit me for my translations somewhere. At the beginning of the video, end, description, it doesnt matter. Just put somewhere :)

3. I had major difficulties translating the song, so in the end i decided to just not. If you want info as to why/the lyrics that i do know, feel free to drop me a message :)

Full translation of the entire episode under the cut, or linked here

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Trace Back the Music: Episodes 3-7

Lately, I’ve been rewatching the episodes again, and it suddenly dawned on me how similar the music in Yuri!!! on Ice was to songs I know in real life. So, I set out on a personal quest to trace down what songs sound similar. So who wants to listen to me find symbolism out of probably nothing, or just repeating whatever other people have said? I do, so the rest of the essay is under the cut.

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A Rosey Mistake


I have written another part to my future MMFD fic. It goes back in time from the last one shot I posted. I have also realised I never put a date on it. Waiting was based in 2005, just so you have a time span of when everything happens.

I hope you enjoy it and the previous parts are linked below.

Second Anniversary Pt 1   Pt 2   Pt 3   Pt 4   Waiting


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