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i love the fics where one universe’s ryan is swapped with the ryan of another universe and then shenanigans ensue because obviously that’s not ryan he’s trying to murder everything in a two-mile radius

but i also get a kick out of the concept that achievement hunter ryan is just so goddamn weird that nobody notices anything’s amiss for, like. a while.

so like maybe minecraft mad king ryan is swapped out with regular ryan, and when he returns everybody’s like, “oh, hey, you’re finally back!”

and ryan’s like, “how’d you know it wasn’t me? was he trying to enslave you all or something?”

“well, yeah, but we thought that was just you, like. method acting.”

“what.”

“ryan, last week you threw knives into the wall.”

“then how the hell did you know it wasn’t me?”

“oh, michael brought in donuts and you didn’t want any.”

anonymous asked:

Akashi fans..Like when you see the people wearing masks and celebrating his birthday like a satanic ritual... It creeps me out but it... makes me kind of HAPPY because Akashi fans are whole another level.. I mean akashi can be sort of creepy? But there are morecreepier characters than him? Yet why do you think he has such a unique fandom?

True story: My friend’s sister upon finding out we love Akashi was: “you guys are scary, just google ‘akashi fans’ to see what i mean.” So I did and–

And so i thought, well… KNB fans are intense in general–probably… THEN i googled images for kuroko or kagami or other kisedai fans… they’re all normal fanarts… Aomine’s one is even SO CUTE like

Are you an Aomine fan?
Like - Yes! \(≧▽≦)/
Ignore - No. (*^▽^*)ゞ

I mean what the heck is this Pure thing i’m… I also have no idea why Akashi attracts people like us… and many more like the ones in the pictures above. smh why do we have to be so extra =_=“

anonymous asked:

In "Hero or Hate Crime" we find out Charlie's been smoking with Dee, so I like to think Dee and Charlie hang out outside the gang and are actually "friends"

There has got to be something going on between them. They weren’t interacting at all around the gang for a while. Either because they thought the others would pick up on some tension/changes, or they see each other so much alone that they like being around other people for a while. (does that make sense? I feel like it’s worded weird) 

They definitely got along so well without the gang, not just even in Misses the Boat, but also Manhunters, Gets Whacked, and Kitten Mittons. 

It’s very suspicious interesting how the smoking together had to be a secret. The smoking thing really shouldn’t have been a big deal to them, not enough to hide it. Charlie did get upset about Dennis smoking in s2, and they seemed a little surprised/judgy in s9 when Dee did. Mac and Dennis both have smoked before, and Mac (& maybe Dennis) knows Charlie did in s4. 

It’s got to be the together part. Which tells me there’s something up with that. They’ve hung out alone together lots of times, Dee has even slept at Charlie’s before, with no reaction from the others. So something changed.

When Charlie confesses “I’ve been smoking with Dee”, look at her reaction:

From ‘oh you told them’ to ‘what are you doing?!’

That is a look of betrayal:

Maybe a little panic or fear. Like what if they ask Why? or When?

So it could be the theory of ‘post sex cigarette’ and it’s dangerously close to blowing everything. Or maybe they are just friends and the answer to Why? is ‘we can be ourselves without you guys being dicks’ and they get criticized for being weak or called losers. Some discussion of emotion may come up, and they don’t want to be attacked, or confronted with their own thoughts & feelings.

Either way they feel some kind of connection there that these two want to keep buried. Just hanging out and supporting each other in things they like that the others would criticize would be fairly significant within the context of the group. 

(If you’re interested in the secret dating/affair thing, this is pretty good and covers all of s12 so far, or just the valentines ep here)

okay but about the new update on overwatch.

So we have this cucumber cyborg ninja boi but i want to address the fact that kimono he is wearing is right over left.

Why does that matter? cuz this is why

He’s wearing what he wore in his funeral basically.

Also hanzo and genji both got this matching spray and its p dope

But now take a look at this white flower on genji’s side(right). Those flowers are called chrysanthemum and it has different colour variations including pink, yellow, red, white, bronze, magenta and purple.

Once again why does this matter u may ask, well thats because white chrysanthemum are used as funerary offerings in asian culture (China,Korea,Japan).

At first when i saw the kimono was on right over left i thought it was a mistake, but now that they choose white chrysanthemum out of all possible flowers and its colours. It made more sense to me.

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I’m really liking the latest update!

Ok but rock climber Pidge tho

I can’t believe I haven’t thought of this yet?? It’s perfect and also works so well with her weapon

  • Sam started taking her when she was young cause he and Colleen felt she needed something physical to do with herself, something that would take her away from her computers for at least a little while
  • They tried all sorts of things in the beginning; soccer, swimming, gymnastics, ballet, figure skating, hockey, anything they could think of, but she was always unhappy, always dragging her feet to classes, always inventing excuses to get out of going
  • ((See the problem is Katie is too bullheaded to take well to structured lessons where she has to listen to a teacher and too independent to really thrive in team sports))
  • But the nice thing about climbing is when you start young you don’t even need to attend classes. So long as your parent/guardian/person accompanying you knows what they’re doing it can just be like “ok you’re tied in now go, climb”
  • It’s perfect for Katie
  • She gets to be independent, gets to do her own thing and find her own hand- and foot-holds, puzzling out the route up the rock face like she’d puzzle out one of her computer problems
  • Plus it’s an activity she gets to do with her family (because of course they all go; Matt won’t let his baby sister beat him at anything)
  • They start off mostly outside on real rock faces cause the gyms all have these stupid rules where children under 10 are required to take lessons and that would defeat the whole purpose
  • Katie grumbles and bitches and moans about being outside but once she gets to the crag she settles; she truly genuinely enjoys climbing, it’s the perfect sport for her. It’s good enough that she’ll forget to be annoyed that she’s outside
  • Sam lets her do this thing when she’s climbed well where as he’s lowering her back down he’ll just stop and hold her about 7 feet off the ground and she’ll bounce side to side on the rock face doing what she calls “the spiderman”
  • She has the perfect body type for a climber tbh–she’s small, which gives her a high weight-to-muscle ratio, which means climbing comes naturally to her
  • She’s also maybe just a bit of an adrenaline junkie (I think all climbers are to a certain extent). There’s nothing quite like the rush of reaching the top of a route, the satisfaction of making it, sitting in your harness and looking down at all the empty space below you, or looking out over miles and miles of land, that initial lurch where you go from holding onto the rock to sitting back in your harness to be lowered, that split-second of gut reaction “oh no I’m gonna fall” before your weight is fully supported by the rope
  • lmao I’m just rambling at this point but this idea came to me when I was–you guessed it–out climbing with my dad. And I had to take a moment because it’s literally perfect for Pidge
  • Also like, Pidge all decked out in climbing gear is my #aesthetic ok
To Every FFXV Fan Out There: READ THIS.

https://www.reddit.com/r/FFXV/comments/5rwru8/pitioss_ruins_a_tale_of_love_despair/

It’s a detailed theory about Pitioss Ruins (which I haven’t done since I’m lazy) that involves Ifrit, Eos, and the origin of the line of Lucis. Really well thought-out and it explains a lot of stuff! If this guy is right and this is what Tabata and team have intended all along, it would be AWESOME.

What would also be awesome is if they revamped the game to include its proper exposition.


Read it guys! It blew my mind! :D  

Anonymouse Are Launching Tiny Shops For Mice In the Streets of Sweden

Unknown initiative called Anonymouse is opening miniature, highly detailed restaurants and food shops all around Malmö, Sweden.

Offering a variety of foods from cheese to nuts, each miniature room is decorated with a vintage flair. The 70×30 cm (about 25×12 inch) stores are also accompanied with posters about upcoming events and mice concerts. Overall, the secretive and impressive street art installations are well thought out and amazingly real. 

Keep reading

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Just a thought but there’s this manga called “Takane to Hana” its a shoujo manga but the main dude character closely resembles that of Jumin Han from Mystic Messenger. 

The main dudes name in the manga is Saibara Takane and like Jumin his born in a big famous company business thing: 

(Jumin Han)

(Saibara Takane) 

Although, unlike Jumin who doesnt like to waste or closes his emotions this guy isnt afraid to have a bit of fun.  This guy also has sass like Jumin xD

Anyway, thought I’d like to share this manga around since its pretty hilarious.The main girl in this story has lots of guts and tons of jokes to throw out to the main dude they both annoy each other but at the same time their curious about each other’s worlds~ 

Well just wanted to throw this out in case if anyone’s interested. Merry Christmas and a Happy new year to you all~ \(^o^)/

Adagio

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader finds Bucky’s journal in her apartment after he broke up with her. Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count: 1,477

Warnings: Depression, Language probably, idk

A/N: It’s named Adagio because I listened to Samuel Barber’s Adagio for strings while writing this. Such a beautiful song. Also there are two BuckyNat quotes, they were too beautiful I couldn’t resist. Hope you’ll like the story :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

“You should find a new secret place for your diary, miss.”

The repairer’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him and frowned as he waved a small book in the air.

“I don’t have a diary.” You extended a hand in his direction and took the book.

“Well, it’s what was blocking the vents. Should work now.” He closed the vent grill and climbed off the chair.

All your attention was focused on the small leather-bound book in your hands. You didn’t flinch when the repairer announced his ridiculously high price, you only made a noise of agreement and walked him back to the front door without taking your eyes off the book.

Once he was gone, you walked over to the kitchen and put the book on the counter. Carefully, you opened it to a random page.

Cursive letters, clear handwriting, nice loops, a bit in italics. You would recognise Bucky’s handwriting anywhere.

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Hello everyone, prev kurootetsuros, I changed my url not too long ago because of my love for YOI lool. Anyways, I hope you’re all doing good now that school and finals are over (and if you still have some tests left then good luck dears!). It’s the end of another year, so I wanted to make a quick follow forever to thank everyone that follows me. I recently hit 20k+ which JUST BLOWS MY MIND! Really guys thank you so much, I never thought that this shitty blog of mine would get this far 。:゚(。ノω\。)゚・。All of these blogs are absolutely amazing and you should really check them out! I admire them so much, be it with the graphics they make, or just how nice and hardworking they are in general, I love them all so much  ♡ ♡ ♡

ALSO HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! LET’S DO OUR BEST IN THE UP COMING YEAR AS WELL!! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

0 - J

@-shintarou (@dotmilk), @0ikawa, @0kamii, @a-sakuras, @aizawashoutta, @akahito, @akiteru, @alastia, @allenswalkers, @amuriita, @anything-shoujo, @ayumiko, @bakamura, @bohkutos, @cherubi, @chiamis, @chibishi, @cibee, @crossroad–demon, @daughterofsatan, @dazaiosamu, @dns07, @durararas, @escarletes, @estearisa@fairytailwitch, @flamefly, @fulllbusters, @gintoci@hanae-ichihara, @harutenshi, @hawuka, @himeyona, @hitsougaya, @ichimatsus, @ieyasus, @irishiko, @izumou, @jaegersz, @juminss

K - Q

@kadrena, @kaegeyama@kammishiro, @kandas, @katsuraz, @kawarou, @kazukies, @kiyaasarin, @komories, @kurokohs, @kuurikaras, @kurummi, @kurootesturou, @ma-jenka, @mazusu, @megamichoro, @micaelis, @midforde, @mikotoray, @mitsukamis​, @mormikas, @mukoros, @namikazes, @naruzumake, @nchuyas, @nicolasis, @nikifohov, @nikiforovic, @nikiphorov, @noearchivistes, @oohiras, @plisetskis, @plisetsukih, @quenma

R - Z

@rainnieday, @ratotax, @reishikiz, @rinmoustacheoka@ryoutakises, @sakamotoz@sakusa-chan, @satsuyo, @sawtsuki, @seihanndas, @seiikas, @sennenkoi, @sexpai@sexuoh, @shokugekis, @shgieo, @shotous, @shreya-chan, @sshiroyasha, @sukerokus, @suzuyajuzoo, @sylphystiaa@taitetsu, @tartatail, @tenkas@tsukis, @tsukiyma, @ukiinas, @ulquiora, @victornikiforovs, @vityasnikiforov@yamazekis@yoshiohka@youkas, @yukkie-s, @vyctornikiforov, @winterout, @zakuras, @zeino

y’all have been asking for a lot of ‘jason and shiro meeting’ situations. and it’s cute, i like that everyone wants them to bond, bc they’d genuinely get along well! but also: the combined force of their (badly) repressed ptsd and morbid humour at their own expense would do Nothing but scare the shit out of their friends

keith: i thought you said your friend was… upbeat?
percy: um. he’s usually upbeat —
leo: the only upbeat jason is is beating himself up.
lance: aaaaand we left him alone with shiro.

(jason and shiro in the distance: laughing about the times they both almost died and barely scraped through)

keith: ahhh quiznak.

anonymous asked:

tbh i cant believe jeongguk missed the golden chance to casually hold jimins hand on broadcast in todays vlive

he probably holds jimins hand all the time, marveling over the difference in size. 

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

also, jungkook’s favourite place to be is holding onto his jiminie-hyung’s waist from behind. im trash

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Originally posted by jinchims

he loves giving backhugs to his jiminie-hyung

Originally posted by a-bowl-of-cold-noodles

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Originally posted by cuddlejiminnie

you thought i was over this? well, im not.

Originally posted by lizeth-yoshida

urgh

bonus: 

Originally posted by jikookgifs

im sorry this got totally out of hand

I think the reason I mostly never say anything isn’t because I’m shy or driven by social anxiety. Only recently I’ve understood that it’s a fear of myself. To know I need a conversation, I crave emotional-openness, to know I have words and heart, it all feels wrong. You know, most people are uncomfortable when you say out loud your honest strange thoughts, to come in and sit down and say, ‘I cried today’ is, well… you know, people don’t really like that. I like to touch, to reach out and feel where my heart is and a lot of people don’t like that, either. I know because I watch them and I understand, but I also don’t understand. I might say, ‘I cried today’ and then my friends won’t call me for a week. I am afraid of myself because I only understand one way of doing things and if I open my mouth it might come out.
—  Submitted by @theflyingpeach
Satans Wife (a Credence Barebone imagine)

(First of all, I have to apologize for my shitty art, I only drew the outlines and was too lazy to do the shading, so I just scanned it and threw something together in photoshop.)

these are three requests in one story because i thought they’d fit together well. i’m also thinking about making this a series but idk, tell me if you want a part two. 

plot: you got kicked out by your family because they discovered that you are a witch and now you seek shelter in the New Second Philanthropic Society Church, how ironic.

warnings: blood and brutality (enjoy lmao) 

‘God, stop crying! Can’t you see? Everyone is looking at you. They know what a pathetic failure you are. Maybe they even know that you are a witch. A wife Satans’. Well, they probably know because you aren’t even good enough to hide it. Look at their eyes, they know! Why do you think the little girl gave you the flyer out of all people? Right stupid, because she knows.’

The voices in your head got worse, the more steps you took. You couldn’t bear this anymore. Fortunately, there was a coffee shop right next to you and you entered it quickly. The cashier greeted you politely but you didn’t have time for small talk. You were standing on the edge of starting to cry. Desperately to find the toilet sign, you scanned the room. After spotting it, you ran towards it and hid in a small bathroom stall. With a loud sob you chuted down the wall behind you. Pulling your knees to your body, you started to cry and soon your crying turned into inaudible sobs and you blankly started at the wall. You were desperate and hopeless, where should you sleep this night?

‘You don’t have anyone to go to. Your whole family won’t speak to you after your accident. That stupid, stupid mishap. Why didn’t you try harder to oppress your feelings? Why couldn’t you wait until you were back in you room? Exactly when grandpa was saying the grace, how freaking pathetic of you. They had to bring your grandma to the doctor, because she got so scared of you. Your own grandma!’

In order to stop your thoughts, you tried to distract yourself by giving the flyer in your pocket a closer look. You got the crumbled paper and started reading: ‘New Second Philanthropic Society’ there stood in bold letters. ‘Witches live among us and we should fear them. We are a society which will not stay silent. We will fight and stop Satans work.’
There was a drawing of two hands breaking a wand. Underneath there was a small box which said: ‘We give out food and shelter for all homeless under majority. Each day of the week. At seven pm.’
You were conflicted. Should you really put yourself in danger just for food and a place to sleep? Well, if you would sleep under a bridge today, you’d put yourself in danger too. You knew that New Yorks creatures of the night, how your dad likes to call the drunkards, weren’t the nicest people and you couldn’t imagine how the people of the witch-hating church would be able to know that you are one. And even if they would discover your secret, you could just run away and try to find shelter somewhere else.
You got out of the stall and checked yourself in the mirror. You looked horrible and half frozen to death. Well, at least they’ll know that you really need the place.
In fast pace you left the shop, trying to ignore the sweet smell of hot chocolate and cookies combined. The cold air hit you harshly and it hit you: How should you know where the church is? It could be in a totally different quarter of the city. Because you didn’t know what else to do you ran back to the girl handing out the flyers. When turning around the corner you were relieved to see that the little, blonde girl was still standing there. You made your way towards her, your hands shaking.
‘I- I’m sorry but does the church have a place for me to stay? I don’t really know where else to go’, you smiled awkwardly at her, your voice quiet.
The girl jumped and she looked at you with big eyes. ‘Follow me!’, was the only thing she responded.
Before you knew, you stood in front of a heavy wooden door. You small companion knocked on it with her tiny, pale fists.
A skinny boy, not much older than yourself, opened. You glanced at him, suddenly feeling bad that you didn’t fix yourself up in the bathroom earlier. The dark haired guy in front of you was gorgeous and you looked like a perfectly human embodiment of a scarecrow.
‘Mother, we- we have another guest’, the boy with eyes of the size of the moon turned around and shouted in a rattling voice.
‘Let them in!’, she answered.
You entered a huge dining hall. It wasn’t a dining hall as in a princess castle. It was everything you expected it to be. Everything was made of dark wood. The windows were dirty and some of them didn’t even exist anymore. Just a few planks replaced them.
A middle aged woman appeared. She observed you slowly from head to toe. Then she gave the boy a nod. ‘Bring her upstairs, she’s going to sleep in your room. You will take the bed that’s in the hallway. And don’t forget to bring her some soup’, she demanded coldly.
You let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t realize that you are a witch, so you passed the hardest examination.
The boy was oddly quiet when he brought you to your new room. He didn’t say anything and what was even more odd than his behaviour was that there wasn’t even a bed in the hallway. He opened a squeaky door for you and led you into a narrow room. It wasn’t much. A bed, a small table, a chair and a cupboard, all made from the same depressing wood. Like mentioned before it wasn’t much but you didn’t need much. It wasn’t freezing cold in here and that was all that mattered to you.
But the fact that there wasn’t one picture or any sign of anyone ever living in here, puzzled you. Only a big bible was laying on his desk.
‘You aren’t much of an interior designer, I see’, you joked with a small smile. However, the boy didn’t seem to be much of a comedian either and just frankly turned around to leave the room.
‘Wait, are you sure that you get to sleep in a bed tonight? Because I didn’t see any in the hallway and I really don’t want to take yours away from you’, you questioned.
‘I- I don’t need a bed, it’s fine’, the boy muttered staring at the ground.

You asked him about his name. He told you it was Credence.
‘Okay Credence, I am not here to invade your home. I’m going to find another place to stay at tonight. Thank you for your hospitality’, you explained to him while putting your coat back on. You strutted towards the door and decided to give him a quick peck in order to show your appreciation. But something went horrible wrong. The kiss triggered something in you. It felt like the dark magic was feeding of the boys’ touch. Black reek started to surround the both of you and in this exact moment someone opened the door. It was Credences Mother. Her face went dark red and her eyes began to fill with hate.
‘I knew it! I knew it! Witches live among us!’ she stared to scream with rage. Shocked from the words of the woman and of what just happened you sank to the floor.
‘And you little bastard are her lover! I always thought you were worthless but you are even worse; having an affair with Satans wife!’, she went for the bible on the desk, took it and raised her hand. In this moment you didn’t wish for anything more than the ability to control your powers but you couldn’t, so the only solution was to get between the boy and his mother. You jumped in front of Credence, a dull pain flashing through your skull. As fast as you had jumped up, as fast you were back on the ground again. You were feeling the cold floor on your cheek and saw black liquid spreading out on it. You brought your hand to your hand only to find out that the liquid was flowing out of the wound. It definitely wasn’t blood. You know what blood looked like and it definitely shouldn’t be black and smell poisonous.
‘Look at what you’ve done to (y/n)!’, the otherwise quiet boy exclaimed. ‘You are a monster, a monster! You should be feared by everyone. Not witches and wizards. You, you, you! You are Satans wife!’ The boy was in a rage and pushed his mother out of the room. He quickly shut the door closed and pushed the desk in front of it.
Then he squatted down and stroked the hair which was sticking to your forehead out of your face.
‘I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!’, he muttered, repeating it a thousand times. He got a shirt from the cupboard and got rid of his belt. His shaking hands manufactured something similar to a pressure bandage. He got a paper bag from under his bed and put everything from his cupboard in there. He reached out for you and helped you get up. A sudden wave of dizziness hitting you. You still managed to keep your balance.
He pushed the desk back to his original place, pulled you out of his room, down the stairs and finally out of the building. His mother following the both of you. ‘Witch, witch, witch!’ she shouted hysterically. All the people were now staring at you but you didn’t bother, you just wanted to get away from the woman. Credences bag started the tear apart and all of his clothes threatened to fall out. So he turned around and aimed his bag at his mother causing her to fall to the ground. You two didn’t stop running until you spotted an old, abounded factory where you two found security. For a minute or two you stood there just staring at each other. One breathing louder than the other. You tried to organize your racing thoughts but you couldn’t. The feelings of shock and fear were stronger than you and they took over. You fell into the boys’ arms, clutching on his vest, sobbing. You felt your hot tears staining his shirt. The boy tensed under your touch but brought his hands to you shyly. He petted your head, not caring that his hands got full of that black goo. You stood there for more than half an hour, nobody saying a word. You slowly calmed down and only now realized that Credence knew your name even though you had never told him what it was, so you asked him where he has gotten it from!
‘You are going to think I’m a freak’, he whispered.
‘You? A freak? I’m sorry but I’m the person who has black poison running down her face, not you’ you exclaimed, laughing in disbelief.
‘I dreamt of you’, he answered so quietly that you almost couldn’t make it out.
‘Yes, I dreamt of you. Countless times. I also dreamt of this a- and everything that just happened. I know this sounds stupid. You don’t have to belie-‘
‘But I do. I do believe you. But please tell me you dreamt further than this because I have no idea what we should do now!’, you begged him, grabbing his face in desperation.
The boy shook his head, his eyes closed. He looked like he was in pain.
‘You didn’t dream further than this?
‘No, I did but I can’t I jus-‘
‘Credence!’, you shouted, immediately regretting raising your voice because the pale boy was flinching.
‘I’m sorry’, you voiced, ‘but please, for the love of god, please tell me what we did!’
The boy turned his face away from you. ‘We- we kissed and then there was a bright light and it- it felt so redeeming and-‘
You cut the boy off, pressing your lips to his. You didn’t care that he was a complete stranger. All that mattered was that it felt like the most important thing you ever did in your life.

How To Write an E-mail To Your Teacher

One of the things that can totally stress out an overthinker like me is formal e-mails. Somehow I always end up anxious about all kinds of useless things. Did I make everything clear? Wasn’t I rude? Over the years, I’ve learnt to become more comfortable with writing formal e-mails, but I thought I’d share some of my advice to make things a little easier for you as well :)

1.       Spell check spell check spell check spell check

2.       Also, grammar check

3.       Better too formal than too informal

4.       You want to clearly mention:

  • Who you are
    • Mention your full name and maybe your student number or administration number
  • What class you’re in
    • They may be teach various courses! Make it easy for them to know who they’re communicating with.
  • Why it is that you’re writing

5.       To continue on that, ask yourself why you’re writing, and most importantly what you wish to achieve by this. Make this the main point of your email: what do you expect of this teacher?

6.       Don’t make it unnecessarily long

7.       It’s okay to expect a certain degree of understanding in difficult situations

Don’t just assume your teachers will automatically backfire if you want to explain a personal situation to them. If they won’t listen at all, they are just being rude tbh. They should at least listen to what you have to say. What I’m aiming at here are e.g. situations where you have been dealing with panic attacks, maybe someone died, you’ve just been having a really hard time and your school work may have suffered under this. In these cases (or actually all cases) your (mental) health is more important than anything. Expect them to at least consider that. 

8.       Don’t worry too much; at the end of the day they’re just people

9.       For longer emails you may want to repeat any requests at the end

10.       Be friendly :)

Some more random questions you may end up asking yourself:

What if my prof mails back informally?

Personally, I prefer to maintain a formal writing style even in the mails take the form of “K, thnx.”. However if you feel like you and this teacher are well acquainted or if you don’t feel comfortable going all formal after an informal reply, that’s okay. Do what feels right for you, just keep in mind that you’re not two pals chatting – unless you are quite close ofc :)

What do I do when I forget the attachment?

Google mail has an amazing function these days that sees when you mention an attachment and stops you when you want to send the mail without it. If you don’t have this kind of function most mailboxes should come with an option to retrieve sent e-mails within a certain amount of time. If the ‘damage has been done’ (this happens to me aaaaall the time btw) you can always write a clear and short email in which you explain what happened and of course don’t forget to attach the attachment.

How do I start and end an email?

It kinda depends on your situation, again, and the level of formality. I personally tend to go with this:

Dear mr./mrs. [surname],

Blablabla

Kind regards,

[full name] [optionally followed by student number]

[sometimes I add my study + the year I’m in]

 Note that I don’t use any official titles when I email e.g. professors. This is not because I don’t show respect or anything - it is just that this is the kind of addressing that I feel is most natural, neutral and generally acceptable in my context :)

I struggle with saying what I want to say. How do I write a good email?

If you just don’t know how to say whatever you want to say, just take a piece of paper and a pen and jot down what it is that you’re mailing for. Sometimes it happens that it is hard to request something, or to clearly explain a situation, or to write and email and not come over in a certain way. Try to make a short list of what you need to say.

Once you’ve got that, you want to keep the points I mentioned earlier in mind. Who are you, why are you mailing, and what do you wish to obtain? That should get you somewhere. In any case, just try to be clear and brisk.


Allright that’s all I have I hope this helps ;) 

I actually have to gather to myself because I’m just gonna say it:

EPISODE TEN IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE EPISODE OUT OF THE WHOLE SEASON. 

It was hilarious, meaningful but also so damn random all at the same time but it worked so well. The change from having all the tension from the competitions to seeing the skaters hang out for the day was simply amazing. This was definitely a fun episode and one that I’ll be re-watching whenever I need a laugh or to be assaulted by feels. 

The one thing I loved so much about this episode was that it was told from Viktor’s point of view. Usually, it’s told through Yuuri’s but today, we actually got to see inside Viktor’s head, his thoughts and his feelings. We never really know what Viktor’s thinking about though it’s quite clear through his actions but it’s so nice to see what goes on in that head of his. 

The fact that he cares so much for Yuuri is incredible, I never doubted it but to actually hear it is something else. The way he looked at Yuuri throughout this episode, the way he holds so much affection for him is so much that I simply couldn’t sit still. Even though it hasn’t been said, it’s obvious to see that the love is there and there is no queerbaiting involved. The show has been consistent with their relationship and hasn’t dialed back on how important their relationship is. 

In fact, they’ve dialed up even further. 

(Kubo knows what she’s doing and she’s doing a FABULOUS JOB!)

Then the fucking rings, you’ve gotta be kidding me. 

My heart can’t even handle how married these two are, putting the rings on each other’s fingers because that was basically a proposal. It’s a good luck ring, like a charm but as Viktor said, it also doubles as an engagement ring. We never got Yuuri’s answer because the moment Viktor said ‘gold medal’, all the skaters were like ‘bitch what?’ and it got all tense.

BUT STILL, C’MON. 

I WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF THIS SHOW ENDED IN MARRIAGE. 

Also, Obatek is my new son and Yurio’s best friend, I’m so happy that I saw my angst son smiling and actually having a good time because he deserves it, yes he does. 

Chris has also redeemed himself because he’s really cool and funny and I like him. 

Also, Phitchit, my dear, was adorable and wonderful as always. Actually thought his best friend was getting married, announced to the restaurant, has no shame and I love him. 

Then…Yuuri being drunk. 

Where do I even begin?

He wanted to let loose and he wasn’t exactly in the best of moods. So he drank.

And drank.

And drank.

Then proceeded to:

  • Challenge Yurio to a dance-off (which he won!)
  • Strip and pole dance with Chris (who was in his element)
  • Dance (the Tango, I’m guessing??) with Viktor (those two were destined to be together from the start)
  • Stumble around with a champagne bottle.
  • ASK VIKTOR TO BE HIS COACH WHILE GRINDING UP ON HIM, LIKE DRUNK YUURI HAS NO SHAME

It has now been shown that Yuuri was the one to put the idea of Viktor being his coach into his head. 

Meaning it wasn’t the video of Yuuri skating that pushed Viktor into doing it fully. 

HE 

HAD 

BEEN 

CONSIDERING 

IT 

ALL 

ALONG.

MY FRIENDS

I AM DEAD

GOODNIGHT

10

after 3.5 seasons of waiting, i get this magnificent gem :“’))

For real though, I’m proud of how wonderfully his character developed from Season 1. He is, by no means, the ideal partner, but he damn well tries. Also, I really appreciate the fact that he and MC, of all pairings, decided to break the one-sided "I’ll protect you” trope and chose to stand on equal footing. He’s probably the most “oresama” out of all the Voltage characters, and yet they break out of that trope!! Talk about refreshing.

Additionally, in his POV stories, he never really viewed MC as weak per se; to him, she was just someone he needed to protect because he couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her hurt. But in Season 3, he starts to acknowledge that she can protect both herself AND him. That’s when he begins to respect and admire her, aside from him just cherishing and protecting her.