and classes will start on monday

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Hi! I got an anonymous ask asking to share photos of my bullet journal set up! I tried about 5 times to get pictures that were in the same spot and the same lighting but damn it is difficult. I ended up shooting these going page by page so hopefully that is okay! I’ll list the pages I included since I missed a couple out because they’re just headers at the moment and I’ll put in brackets ones that I’ll add when my semester starts:

  • 2017 overview
  • 2017 objectives (personal/health/social/academic/blog/career) + bullet journal key/legend
  • blog post ideas (this blog and my main @styleselection #shamelessselfpromo)
  • printable ideas
  • motivational quotes
  • movies/tv shows to watch
  • books to read
  • expenses (more like ‘treat yo self items’)
  • wishlist
  • january overview/month breakdown
  • weekly spread (monday 01 jan-today)
  • (semester timetable - my classes, teachers, lecture + tutorial times)
  • (grade tracker)
  • (assignment date checklist)
  • (readings checklist)

At the back of the bullet journal, I have lined paper for note-taking or jotting random things down. I love having space to write important information so that will be useful. Plus I have to specifically get my English relatives to ship me the grid paper so I don’t want to waste it for random notes! At the very end I’ve got to-do list pages where I can note down things for assignments or for over the weekend. Also the little grey thing in the left corner of the second photo, it a task pad which slots into the discs and just gives you another space for writing down bits and bobs when you need to be quick! 

Hope this is useful. I’m happy to do a more in-depth post or a review of the notebook system, if anyone is interested. Just let know in a message or reply! x

1/30/2017

Today Im starting a more official blog, especially with my exploits in Boston and along its coast. My uploading schedule will be as follows: Mondays I will post pictures from the nearby museums and all of their wonders. Tuesdays will consist of a post about outfits and what I love most about the Mori subculture! Wednesdays I will be uploading pictures of my times in Scotland and my current attempts to return there.Thursdays I will be taking a break as those are my fullest days of classes. Fridays will be fun projects I am working on, such as knitting or embroidery. Saturdays will be another break because that will be my primary work day. And then on Sunday’s I will talk about my adventures in the inner Boston Harbor! cant wait to share my experiences with everyone, and hopefully you all will be willing to listen! Tomorrows blog will be up by 7 O’clock hope to see you all then!

Dex has a hard time saying no to Nursey. It’s been happening since they stopped arguing as much and started… talking… more? That’s not really the right word, but it’s complicated. Maybe. Some days it feels more complicated than others. They’re friends, he thinks, and maybe it’s best to stop trying to invent new labels for it, whatever it is. Dex may not know what to call it, but he does know that now he likes making Nursey laugh more than he likes making him angry, so that’s something.

Dex 1, Poetry 0.


It starts on Monday. They’re piling onto the bus, ready to head back to Samwell after a 3-1 victory over Yale, happy and proud but exhausted all the same. Dex pulls out the reading for his English class and startles when he feels a heavy weight settle against his side. He looks over and finds Nursey leaning against him, feet propped up on the seat where his hockey butt should be, notebook and pen in his lap. Nursey tilts his head back so he can see Dex’s puzzled expression and a slow grin spreads across his face. Dex’s heart stutters, skipping a beat.

“Hey. Is this chill?”

Somehow, between the stray curl that flops down onto Nursey’s forehead and the strong, strong urge compelling Dex to take a nap right then and there, he just doesn’t have the guts to say no.


On Tuesday morning, Dex is staring at a line of infuriatingly complicated code when he hears a knock on his door. Bleary eyed and cranky, he stomps over and flings the door open to one Derek Nurse, who beams at him like Dex is the best thing he’s seen all day.

“C'mon, Dexy, let’s go get Annie’s!”

Dex yawns, then blinks. “What?”

“You, me, coffee,” Nursey says slowly, pointing first at Dex, then at himself, then down the hall.

Dex considers the offer. He’s been working for two hours now, so long enough to take a break, and he actually hasn’t had any coffee yet today. Maybe some caffeine would help him. Plus, Nursey is wearing that sweater that matches his eyes and also he’s super excited, the way he gets when he lets go of his chill to tell Dex all about his day or about a good book he just finished, and Dex would never admit it but it’s halfway to adorable. So it’s not surprising at all that Dex just can’t find it in him to decline and grabs his jacket, computer abandoned forlornly on his bed until later.


Wednesday night, the boys throw a kegster for their win at Yale. Dex volunteers himself for Nursey Patrol because by 10:00, Nursey has had approximately three beers and has already tried to make his own tub juice in the bathtub upstairs, bake cookies in Bitty’s oven, and kidnap Chowder’s beloved giant plush shark for his own room. Twice.

By midnight, Nursey has also played two rounds of beer pong and lost miserably, first to Lardo and then to Ransom and Holster, and Dex is the only thing standing between him and a third match against Bitty and Tango. “You can crush them next time,” Dex reassures him, guiding him out to the front porch for some air. “Ready to head back?” He watches as Nursey sways against the porch railing, then nudges him with an elbow. “Hmm?”

“Yeah, okay,” Nursey sighs quietly, and Dex is struck by how small it sounds. He slings an arm around Nursey’s waist and Nursey throws an arm around his shoulders before they start walking. It’s cool outside, but Dex doesn’t shiver.

“S'okay ‘f I stay with you?” Nursey mumbles. Dex tightens his arm as they stumble over a tree root and sighs, his breath trailing out in front of him.

It’s part of being on Nursey Patrol, he thinks. He has Nursey’s back, always - he can’t just leave him alone - so of course he says yes.


Thursday night finds Dex at a poetry reading, of all places, with a half unfinished coding assignment sitting on his desk back in his dorm and 50 flashcards to make before his Calculus test on Monday.

Nursey’s tried to get Dex to come to a reading before, but that was back when Dex had some semblance of willpower. Now, here he is, sitting next to Nursey at a table smack in the middle of Annie’s in a sea of beanies and overpriced clothing that sort of reminds him of Nursey’s closet but not really because, well, with him it’s different, okay?

“I thought you said this wasn’t gonna be weird,” Dex mutters. In his sweater and jeans, Dex sticks out like… He sticks out a lot. He’s not good with metaphors. But usually it’s just his hair and his ears, not his entire person, and he’s tripled his usual level of embarrassment.

“Chill,” Nursey grins, ruffling Dex’s hair as he mildly protests. “It’s only weird if you make it weird, Poindexter.” Dex shoots him a half-hearted glare, but he doesn’t say anything as the first girl gets up on the stage.


Dex would kill anyone who accused him of it, but he’s actually having fun. Even though he doesn’t really get poetry, it’s nice to sit here with Nursey, whose comments are surprisingly more entertaining than annoying. He nudges Dex when someone he knows is onstage, and finally Dex can put faces to Nursey’s stories of overly critical classmates and editors who rip his hard work to shreds using only a red pen - like Elliott. He’s going to keep a special eye on Elliott in particular, now that he knows what he looks like. Jerk.

An hour and a half flies by, and Dex has even said hello to some of Nursey’s artsy writing friends who are seated nearby. One of them (he thinks his name is Caleb but he can’t be sure) asks him if he’s been to any other readings before, and Dex shrugs. “This isn’t really my scene, but Derek-” Wait.

Where’s Derek?

He’s not in his chair next to Dex, and he’s not ordering a coffee from the barista. Dex knows he’d have said something if he was getting up to go to the bathroom - oh.

He’s onstage.

Dex’s eyebrows knit themselves together into a scowl. Maybe he’s never actually been to one of Nursey’s readings before, but Nursey always tells him when he’s performing a piece. Sometimes he even lets Dex listen to whatever it is he’s reciting that night as a final test run. It’s nice. Why would he keep this one a secret?

Nursey clears his throat. He’s standing right in front of Dex and he looks… Uncomfortable? Shy? Dex can’t quite place it, it’s so strange. He watches Nursey smooth out the paper in front of him and look up again into the bright stage lights and then it hits him. Nursey’s nervous.

On any other day, Dex would relish in the chance to see what lies under Nursey’s trademark 'chill,’ but right now it has him worried more than anything else. He catches Nursey’s eye, and Dex gives him a (slightly confused, but he’s aiming for supportive) grin and a thumbs-up for encouragement. Nursey nods ever so slightly and straightens up, then starts to read, his eyes still on Dex.

It takes Dex two lines before he starts to process Nursey’s poem, another three before he starts to blush, and then he’s bright red and silent for the rest. He’s not good with metaphors, but he thinks he might know what Nursey means - or else he’s very, very, painfully wrong. Dex would hate to be wrong right now. But then Nursey says the last line in his poem, and everything just… Clicks.

“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went "Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

It hits Dex square in the chest. That’s it. That’s the 'something’ they have.

Dex doesn’t have long to dwell on it, though, because suddenly everyone is standing up and stampeding toward the door, Nursey must have been the last speaker, Nursey, where’s Nursey?

Dex gets up, but he doesn’t go anywhere. He’s tall, he thinks, and Nursey’s tall, too. He’ll find him. And he’s right, because a couple parts ways to move around their table and there he is, still close to the stage but trying to make his way to Dex, and Nursey’s grin is so wide it looks like it hurts and Dex is pretty sure he stopped breathing a few seconds ago.

By the time Nursey finally, finally finds Dex, Annie’s is almost deserted. And even though Dex has had plenty of time to figure out what to say, he’s not the English major, so he doesn’t say anything.

“Hey,” Nursey says softly, still smiling at Dex, and Dex wants nothing more than to see that smile every day for the rest of his life because it’s Nursey, it’s always been Nursey and what’s even better is that for Nursey, it’s always been Dex and before he knows it Dex is in Nursey’s arms and Nursey is swinging him around and laughing.

But just as Dex’s feet hit the ground, suddenly they’re sliding out from under him and he gasps, tightening his arms around Nursey’s neck and squeezing his eyes shut. When he stops moving, he tentatively opens his eyes and there’s Nursey smirking above him, and Dex realizes he’s dipping him, the sap, right in the middle of Annie’s.

“Chill, Poindexter, you’ve already fallen for me once today,” Nursey says smugly, and Dex rolls his eyes. He doesn’t think it works, though, considering he’s bright red and grinning like mad.

“You’re ruining it, Derek,” he scolds, and Nursey pulls him upright.

“Kiss me?” Nursey asks softly in reply, and Dex, well…

Dex has never been one to say no to Nursey.

[02.06.2017 Monday] The view from my desk today. Since it’s my last semester of my senior year, I decided to make it a little easier on myself by clearing out my Mondays, so that I only have classes from Tuesday to Friday. This way, I’ll have time to study for my upcoming GRE exam and apply to jobs using an extra day. It’ll definitely come in handy when exam season rolls around as well. Cheers to the start of the week everyone!

The Patronus (Remus x Reader)

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Eight days have passed since Y/N heard that her aunt died. She was really close to her, and the hole in her chest doesn’t seems as it ever will be filled. Y/N refused to talk to anybody. She was curled up on her sheets, all day, missed all of her classes. She only went to the bathroom. Her roommates brought up food for her every day, but the meals mostly remained untouched. Her friends tried to talk to her, but after she shouted at Lily and told her to get out of here because she doesn’t need any help, they gave up. They decided it’s better to leave her alone for a few days. It was a Monday afternoon when she finally decided to went down to the common room. It wasn’t only because she started being better, it was also the guilt. Why was she so mean with her friends? They only wanted to cheer her up.

After she brushed her hair and put on some fresh clothes, slowly walked down on the stairways. Only a few students were in the common room, along with Remus, who sat near to the fireplace while he was reading. He didn’t even notice her until she sat down next to her. The boy’s lips slightly parted, he was clearly surprised, but didn’t say anything.

“Hey Remus.” – Y/N whispered with an almost invisible smile. She was afraid but also glad to see her best friend.

He put his book down on the table. – “Y/N! How are you?”

“Better.” – she said, and after a bit silence, she countinued louder and faster. – “I’m so sorry. Sorry for ingoring you guys, I know you only wanted to help me and support me… I was awful. And Lily…” - but at this point, Remus cut him off.

“Stop. Don’t apologize. I’m sure Lily understands what is happening with you. We’ve just really worried about you.”

Y/N smiled, tears were in her eyes. – “I could really use a hug right now.” – she muttered almost inaudibly. Remus didn’t say a word but hugged her immediately. His warm, thight hug made her cry. The last few days was the lonelinest period of her life, and Lupin’s hug made her realized that she’s not alone but also she has the best friends in the world.

“By the way” – she started after she can finally breath. – “Where are Sirius, James and Peter? Up to something again?”

“Detention. They put cornish pixies on Snape’s shoes and robe pockets.”

Remus was serious, but Y/N started to laugh. Honest, loud, cheerful laugh. Lupin melted by this. This was the sound that he loved to hear, this was the laugh that he fell in love with every time, this was the sound that always make him smile, even if he was in his biggest pain.

“I missed that tone so much.” – he whispered while Y/N stopped.

“And I missed you so much.” – she hugged him again, not so thight but really soft.

The two talked until it was the middle of the night. The common room was long-empty, while they still sat next to eachother on the couch. Talking about small, ordinary things was good for her. Remus told her how Snape’s face looked like when the cornish pixies stole his socks and his wand, how he ran after them, and how Sirius looked when McGonagall said they’ll got a full month detention. They talked about school and the exams, and Remus told her that he finally managed to produce a full, corporeal patronus.

“Oh, how I envy you! I wish I could do that too, but the only thing I can produce is a little silver dot. Maybe my patronus is an ant or a flea.”

“You probably didn’t choose the right memory. It has to be powerful, not just simply happy. I can help you… if you’d like.”

“You mean right now? I don’t think I can do that after…” - she stopped, but Remus continued while he stood up.

“But yes you can! I know you aren’t in your best mood, but you’re strong, and if dementors will appear, you’ll probably feel yourself much worse than right now. Just choose a memory, a powerful and happy one, and let it fill you.”

Y/N stood up carefully. She still didn’t know what will be the memory. The latest events of her life darkened everything, and if she thought about her family she only felt herself worse. Only her friends made her feel better. And that thought was the point when the girl looked up on Remus. The tall boy with his big, friendly eyes and his warm smile made her so happy. She take out her wand and thought about not exactly a memory, but about him and how she feels when he is around her.

“Expecto Patronum!” – she yelled, and a wolf ran around in the room instantly. Her eyes widened open as she looked up on him; he had a similar reaction. The wolf stopped in front of them and then it disappeared.

“Ermm… it was a… it’s a… so…” - he whispered, but then continued louder as he sat down on the couch. - “… see? I knew you can do it!”

“I… yes.” – she smiled and sat down next to Lupin. – “So you’re just going to ingore the fact that my patronus is a wolf?”

His cheeks blushed; he was so adorable. Y/N didn’t want to push him, he was shy indeed, and she didn’t want to make him feel more unconfortable. She leaned closer to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head on his shoulder. Remus started to rubbing her back and gently kissed her forehead. His other hand rested on her thigh, and Y/N smiled onto his neck.

“Anyway” – he started, looked up on him – “I didn’t see the others come back?!”

“Eermm… I did. Surely they didn’t want to interrupt us. Sirius even made kissing noises. I was wondering why you can’t notice.”

“Oh, Godric.” – she rolled her eyes. While they talked there were only a few inches between them. Lupin smiled and Y/N bit her lips, looked down on his.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” – she sighed and already started to leaning over to him and press her lips on his. He was slow and gentle, and Y/N felt that his face getting even warmer than usual. It felt just right, being on his arms and kissing him while her heart almost popped out from her chest. She smiled onto the kiss and Remus followed, mildly pulled away before he kissed her again; deeper, with more passion but still gently.

Tomorrow morning she woke up in Remus’ lap to the voice of Sirius and James clapping and cheering very loud.

“Just about time, darlings! “


Masterlist

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WATCH CLASS ON BBC ONE - STARTING MONDAY, 9TH JANUARY 2017, 22:45 GMT - also available on demand on BBC iPlayer

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Class is the most recent Doctor Who spin-off, telling the stories of what happens after the Doctor flies away in his TARDIS, leaving people to deal with alien trouble on their own.

Here for you

A/N: Of course! I really liked writing this one and got slightly carried away. I hope this is alright and thank you for requesting this! Also I am sorry that it’s taken me so long to write it, first it got deleted after I wrote 2000 or something words, then my laptop screen broke so I couldn’t write anything anyway, but I’m back now so I am happy to write the rest of the requests in my inbox!

 Word Count: 1573

Warnings: Some swearing but not much

Requested: Yes, by @ajokerpenguin

(Y/NN) Your nickname

(Y/F/N) Your friend’s name

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It was a late on a Monday evening and your week hadn’t gotten off to a great start, you had failed your charms test, getting the worst grade in the class, your pot of ink spilled over half of your work in transfiguration when you were trying to turn it into a cup and it felt like everything was going wrong. You sighed as you walked up the stairs to your dorm, just wanting to change into pyjamas then curl up in bed and sleep till the week was over. You approached the door when you heard your friend practically yelling about something. “I swear to god she doesn’t even realise she’s acting that way half the time.” (Y/F/N) said and there was a mumble of agreement from Angie, your other roommate. “It’s not like she can help it, she’s practically had everything handed to her on a silver platter.” Angie reasoned and you could hear the shrug in her voice as you stood by the door and listened. “But she thinks she’s had such a rough up bringing. ‘Oh I was a lonely child,’ my parents were never there for me’.” You caught on to who your friend was talking about and your stomach sank to the floor, they were talking about you. You never knew they felt this way and it was almost heartbreaking to hear it since you two had been close ever since you started Hogwarts. “Then there’s the thing between her and the Marauders, she practically follows them around, they’re kind to her and she’s constantly flirting with them.” (Y/F/N) continued, you peeked through the small crack in the door and saw her grimacing as she laid on her bed. “Then she goes and complains that no guys like her and she’ll die alone when she has three super hot guys surrounding her, she could have any one of them!” Angie spat. “She’s just a slut Angie, it’s not like she can help it.” (Y/F/N) laughed and they both broke out into laughter. 

You chose this time to walk in, they fell dead silent as they watched you grab your pyjamas from your trunk then race to the bathroom, tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. When you came out and sat on your bed (Y/F/N) cleared her throat awkwardly. “H-how much of that did you hear?” She asked guiltily, you pulled up your covers over you and didn’t look at her when you mumbled. “Enough." 

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The rest of the week didn’t go very well, you had ignored your roommates completely which only angered them and pushed them to start spreading rumours about you that everyone believed and teased you for, simple ones like you and Sirius Black, one of your close friends, had been caught in a broom closet making out, or you and Remus Lupin were secretly dating. Stupid ones that were improbable yet everyone believed it. You would get the occasional glare or verbal abuse thrown at you as you passed through the corridors from the girls that were crushing on the victim of the rumours or your friends that you were ignoring. You had practically been kicked out of your friend group and you felt like nothing could go right, like you had hit rock bottom. 
You left the library after your free period and was almost to your common room when you were blocked by (Y/F/N), Angie and the rest of your old friend group. ”(Y/N) funny seeing you here.“ (Y/F/N) said in a sickly sweet tone. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you held your books to your chest. ”(Y/F/N) you know I always go to the library during my free periods, what do you want?“ You said irritated, she scoffed and glared at you. "I want to know why you’re ignoring us and not letting us explain what you walked in on.” She said angrily, it was your turn to scoff as you looked at her in shock. “Are you serious? I’m ignoring you because you called me a fricking slut! You said that I was a brat that flirted with all of the Marauders then spread rumours about me. I don’t know, (Y/F/N) why don’t you think about why I’ve been ignoring you.” You spat at her then shoulder barged past her and the rest of your friends. “You’re just getting upset because you can’t handle the truth!” She called after you. You gripped your books so hard your knuckles were turning white and you decided to skip your last lesson, it was charms and you were failing anyway so you didn’t see the problem with it. 

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Begrudgingly you dragged yourself to dinner, hiding your face with your hair as you walked down the rows towards the Marauders, occasionally hearing the insult thrown your way either by your old friends or people that knew them. You sat down next to Sirius and pulled a small amount of food onto your plate. “How nice of you to join us (Y/NN).” Sirius said as he smiled over at you, you gave him a weak smile back and poked at your food. “Damn, you should have been in charms (Y/N), it was so funny, Remus managed to charm Sirius’ shoes so they walked without him and he kept walking into everything and it was just great!” James laughed, not picking up on your negative mood. “About that, why weren’t you in charms?” Sirius asked before stuffing his mouth full of fries. You shrugged your shoulders and looked down, just as you did a paper ball hit your head and landed in your lap, you unfolded it and looked down at the familiar scrawl. 'I totally forgot! You told me about your crush on Sirius didn’t you! It would be such a shame if everyone found out.’ You quickly asked Remus for a quill which you knew he always carried and scribbled down a response. 'Just get out of my life! Leave me the fuck alone!!!“ You scrunched up the paper and threw it back, hearing laughter and teasing shortly after, your face contorted in anger as you violently stabbed at your dinner. 
"Whoa, (Y/N), the animal is already dead, no need to kill it again.” James laughed and you glared at him, silencing his chuckles. “Hey, why so grumpy? I know it’s Moony’s time of the month but is it yours as well?” Sirius joked and that was the last straw for you. You slammed your cutlery down on the table and stormed out of the Great Hall, all eyes on you as the doors slammed behind you. 

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It had to be a couple of hours later when you realised that you should probably head back to the castle but you didn’t want to go back, you wanted to stay right where you were, on the edge of the black lake staring into the murky waters with tears on your cheeks. You heard a twig snap around you and you whipped your head round to see Sirius standing there with a guilty look on his face. “Hey.” He mumbled as he grew closer to you. You stayed quiet and rested your head on your knees facing away from him. “Come on please don’t ignore me, I’m sorry for being such a jerk.” He said as he sat down next to you. You turned to look at him and his gaze softened, he quickly pulled you into a hug and you rested your head on his shoulder. “No, no don’t cry, I’m sorry.” He whispered, stroking your back. “I-it wasn’t just y-you.” You choked out as the tears began to cascade down your cheeks again. He looked at you questioningly and wiped your tears off of your cheeks. “I’ve fallen out with the girls and found out what they actually think of me.” You mumbled as you twisted your jumper around your hand. “T-they were calling me a b-brat and a s-slut.” He pulled you tighter and kissed the top of your head, making your heart flutter. “You are none of those things, you are generous, and wonderful. You’re a better person than they can even dream of being.” He whispered softly as he stroked your back comfortingly. You smiled and hugged him.

“I don’t want to go back to my dorm.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Then don’t, but you can’t stay out here, you’ll catch your death.” He said warmly and picked you up, you giggled and squealed as he carried you up to the castle. “You’re coming with me back to my common room and we are going to sit in front of the fire till you’re happy and warm.” He smiled as he walked up the staircases.You looked up at him with a gentle, loving gaze for ages, absorbed in his appearance, the cold grey eyes that seemed so warming, his long, soft, curly hair, the small smile that was always on his face. You leaned up slowly and kissed his cheeks, centimetres from his lips. “Thank you Sirius, for being here for me.” You mumbled softly as you pulled away. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens to you, I will be here to cheer you up and comfort you.” He whispered and kissed your forehead.

Mondays..ugh.

Heck of a story today. My luck with not wetting myself at school kinda ran out..
I was wearing black yoga pants and my favorite underwear. My panty lines were visible and whenever I sat down or bent over you could see the green and pink outline of them. I woke up late today and had to rush to get ready and go to school on time. So I do, and manage to get to class with time to spare. Halfway through class and my bladder starts getting uncomfortable. Then it hits me that I forgot to go pee before I left the house. I thought to myself, “oh I’ll be fine. Class is almost over and I’ll go then.” *crossing my legs for the rest of the class*
After what had felt like hours, class ended and I quickly, and painfully got out of my chair and rushed to the restroom. I push open the bathroom door too see a long line waiting to use the stalls. Hoping the line might get moving I waited for 3 minutes but only moved up a few people. Worried about bring late to class, I reluctantly left the restroom and kinda awkwardly hobbled to my next class. Trying my best to hold it in. I make it to class, on time, and dry. I sit down and tell myself, “it’s okay. It’ll be fine. I can hold it for a little while more and go during this class.” As I’m about to ask to use the restroom, the teacher starts handing out tests.. I know then that I’ll have to keep holding as best I can until the test is over. I cross my legs and rock back and forth in my chair working on the test. Halfway through, the pain starts getting unbearable and I end up squirting a few times, some accidental as my bladder is getting weaker, and some on purpose in hopes of relieving some pain. By the time I finish the test 45 minutes later, there is a small spot about the size of a baseball on my crotch. Its faintly darker than the rest of my pants and you can make out my green underwear. I raise my hand and plea with the teacher to go to the restroom, “I know class is almost over but I NEED TO GO. Like NOW. Pleaseee.” She let me go and I got up and rushed out the door. I try not to run so I won’t lose control, but I end up squirting a bit as I leave. I felt my crotch dampen and a pee run down my leg. I burst into the restroom to see that only one stall is usable and its occupied. Full on panicking, I grabbed my crotch doing the pee pee dance and ask the girl in the stall to please hurry I can’t hold it much longer. As I say this I feel a few jets of pee escape and run down both my legs. I’m able to stop myself, happy that I wore black pants because the wet spots were harder to see. The girl in the stall said, “I’m about done. I’m sorry, I had to go so bad I couldn’t take off my underwear in time so I was just trying to dry it.” She opens the door and hurries out of my way. I run into the stall, and close the door. I think to myself, “oh thank god I made it.” But as I turn around to pull down my pants, my bladder gives in. Pee gushes out into my pants, I feel the wetness creeping up my butt and running down my legs. “Oh fuck fuck no no no why, stop it kate stop ittt.” I say to myself as I make the decision to sit on the toilet fully clothed in the hopes that I could stop a huge wet spot from forming. I felt my butt getting wetter and warmer each second. Then after about a minute I stopping peeing. I sat on the toilet, wet and in disbelief that I wet my pants at school. I get up and some pee runs down my legs but I leave the stall to look at the damage in the mirror. My whole butt was wet, you couldn’t tell that it was, but you could see my green panties and their pink out line. I looked down and the front of my crotch was visibly wet and you could see a little bit of my underwear. The lines going down my legs were visible so I spent sometime drying my legs with paper towels. I leave and head back to the room, relieved and a little embarrassed knowing you could see through my pants. I sat down in class, my butt wet and cold. I decided to leave school for the day after the class ended. Hope you all enjoyed it! Gotta love Mondays.

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Sorry for being so absent this past week but school been kicking my but and I’ve also started working with refugees as part of my extracurricular activities so there’s less time to spend on tumblr. Today I’ve decided to finish my English report, analize a few laws for my economics class and sort all my notes in their respective binders. You can see an extract of my notes on the microscope from biology and also the stack of work that needs to be done by Monday. I was also catching up on what I’ve missed in my subjects on Friday because of a doctors appointment.
Hope you have a nice weekend 😊

anonymous asked:

kat how did you loose 60 lbs. ive been trying to lose weight but struggling

i have a very strict diet and i exercise a lot. i drink tons of water. i take a probiotic every morning. i eat six meals a day. i’m gluten-free, i try not to eat anything frozen except for vegetables and things made of vegetables. (and bread, because gluten-free bread has to be frozen.) i eat six-eight times a day, and i allow myself one cheat meal a week. i box three or four times a week, and i try to walk at least four miles a day. oh! and i cut out alcohol except for special occasions. 

the most important thing, i think, is to have a good support system. i go to boxing class with friends. i bring my lunch to work with a friend. i tried to lose weight a few years ago, and my friends said they were supportive but then they’d not be. they’d only want to hang out in bars or unhealthy restaurants. so finding people who support and respect your choices is really important.

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Some chocolaty toon package design pals I whipped up in my type n’ image class! ;V Even though they’re not due til next week monday I forgot I had em already finished. We just plowed right into the next project and still have starting/finishing that to worry over x,D


I’ll post up physical mock up photos of the package sometime before I turn it in, if I remember o’course >:,)

Finals Study Routine

Finals start in January for me and this week was the last week of classes. So as of Monday, I start studying for the 5 finals I have. I don’t plan everything into the smallest detail, but I do have a routine for studying for finals. Exams in January have their ups and their downs. I like that the time we get to study falls right before the finals period in contrast to the 2nd semester where you must study in the Easter Holliday because there’s no time to study before the finals period. The biggest downside of the first semester is that the study time we get includes Christmas and New Year. But hey, if you plan everything well there’s no reason why you can’t celebrate those two nights. So, here’s my study routine for finals

 5:45 AM is when my alarm goes off. I head straight into the bathroom, brush my teeth, shower, do my thing.

 6:00 AM is when I head downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee/tea and breakfast (usually yoghurt with some fruit)

 6:45 AM is when get out what I’ve studied the day before

 7:00 AM is when I get started with revising what I’ve studied the day before.

 7:50 AM is when I get out what I’m studying that day

 8:00 AM is when start learning new stuff

 From hereon I use the Pomodoro technique, I use an app called Focus Timer (I use the paid one, but there should be a free one as well!). My Pomodoro setup:

 ·      1 pom = 40 minutes

·      Short break (after 1 pom) = 8 minutes

·      Long break (after 4 poms) = 15 minutes

I plan in snack, lunch and dinner breaks whenever I need them a.k.a. when I’m hungry a.k.a. all the freakin’ time (pro-tip: keep some snacks at your desk, so you don’t always have to get up for food)

 Also, somewhere in between studying I plan a workout (usually 20-30 mins) about 3 to 4 times a week. It’s never at a fixed time because that just doesn’t work for me, sometimes I like to do it early in the morning and sometimes I feel like doing it in the afternoon. Just do it whenever you like that day.

 9:00 PM is when I shut down and get ready for bed

 9:15 – 9:20 PM is when I’m in bed ready to sleep

So yeah, this is my finals study routine thingy, hope this gives you an idea as to how I plan my day during finals.

Monday afternoon feast! Mushroom, spinach and sweet potato egg white omelette with some corn thins topped with PB, fruit and chia seeds!! Super full now 🙌🙌 Taught my 3 classes this morning then worked at lorna 9-2 (hey hey casual now didn’t do all day 😂) then had my eyes checked again and my eyes have gotten way worse! More my left eye than my right but that’s okay-it happens I guess! 🤓🤓🤓 now I’m eating this and going to chill out a bit before an arvo gym session! Hope you’ve had a lovely start to your week ❤️

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Painted Red (Lafayette x Reader)

Overview: Modern AU

Word Count: 458

Triggers/Warnings: SWEARING, periods (Idk if I have to add it but oh well)

A/N: Another short story for tonight because I WON’T BE ABLE TO SLEEP EXCITEMENT! This one is kind of weird but I thought of it in the shower and planned out how it would be so might as well just post it right


Beep. Beep. Beep. You woke up to the similar screeching of your fucking alarm clock. What a great start to the day. And it’s a fucking Monday. Whoop dee doo. You got up and prepared for hell-or high school.

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