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The Art of Study Breaks

You know when you’re studying non-stop, working really hard… but eventually, you start feeling less productive? I’ve come to realize that in such cases it’s good, even necessary to take a study break. So here’s how to master them!

How much time?

15-20 minutes: just enough time for you to relax a little, but not so much that you fall completely out of your game.

How frequently?

Honestly, this totally depends on what you’re studying, how hard it is etc, but normally I’ll take a study break every hour and a half.

What do you do during them?

  • Go to the bathroom. Wash your face, remove your makeup, go to the toilet if you need to.
  • Grab some food & water. Sometimes, studying can make you hungry, and water’s always good to have around. I’d tell you to opt for something healthy when it comes to food, but more often than not I’ll choose to eat Oreos, biscuits or some other sweets.
  • Take a nap. This is perhaps the most straightforward one; just lie down for a few minutes. Make sure you’ve set an alarm clock though, or else you will oversleep. Trust me; it’s happened before.
  • Clean up your study space. I have quite a big desk, but sometimes it can feel like the random items of stationery, pieces of paper, textbooks and other random crap is just taking over everything. I swear, it really helps if you clean up the things around you!
  •  Go online. I’m a little reluctant to recommend this because I know how hard it is to stop afterwards, but if you consciously limit yourself and know that you’ll stop after 15-20 minutes, then watching a few YouTube videos, going on tumblr or talking to friends of Facebook can be a great way to relax.
  • Make yourself a tea. Or coffee – but personally I’m more of a tea person during studying. I’ll make myself a nice cup of black tea with lemon and sugar, and afterwards, everything just goes better.
  • Watch an episode of a TV show/anime. These are slightly longer, but are a great way to take your mind off whatever you’re studying. I’d recommend watching something which is short (ie. not a full, hour-long episode of Game of Thrones) – like Friends, HIMYM or Family Guy. These are great because the shows are pretty episodic, you won’t feel inclined to keep watching more and more. As for anime, don’t pick one where you know you won’t be able to stop after one episode. Instead, I’d recommend something like Hetalia (hilarious; also great if you’re studying Geo or History), Gintama (pure gold), Samurai Champloo (the perfect combination of fun and deep).

And so there you have it: the art of taking a study break. Good luck, everyone!

here’s some more lil tips 4 u all

1. this might seem obvious, but wash your pants too. if ur like me and rewear those same leggings for 3-4 days in a row AND wear thongs or lace undies or bikini cut or really any underwear… just fucking wash your jeans trust me.

2. seriously just use moisturizer. ik ur reading this and just had a thought starting with “but…” girl there is no excuse for you not to. i’m a greasy ass italian bitch who sweats every fucking day and the right moisturizer changed the game for me.

3. be patient with skin products/regimes. shit doesn’t change overnight, but it works. although if you do experience redness or dryness stop using that product immediately.

4. just go to the doctor. if you have insurance or are still on a parent’s insurance, visit the doctor any time there’s even the slightest issue. they can help with mental health as well as physical health fyi.

5. treat the doctor like your best friend. don’t hold back. if your pussy hurts, speak the fuck up. if you’re smoking hella weed and it’s causing u issues, just tell them. some of them can be assholes but generally speaking they’re really there to help and will appreciate the honesty.

6. don’t freak out over a pimple. this isn’t just a “ohh ur still beautiful!!” thing it’s also a “the more u think about it, the more you’ll subconsciously touch it, the more it’ll get irritated” thing.

7. excercise. walk. get out in the air. offer to go grocery shopping with ur parents. walk around the block. exert yourself just a tiny bit every day, you’ll sleep better.

8. if your sleep schedule is off, don’t try to pull an all nighter to fix it. you will fail. work it back up to a normal time hour by hour daily.

9. busty ladies, invest in a nice bralette or other wireless bra from an online vendor. i’m a size 38F so finding them in stores can be tricky but they’re worth it. on days where i wanna just be casual and comfy but like yaknow in a cute sexy way, they’re perfect.

10. be confident & be unique! don’t sweat it if u are or aren’t atm, just find the things about yourself that make you YOU and go fucking HARD on that one thing (or few things). don’t be afraid to stand out, but also don’t be afraid to be misunderstood.

11. soap. cleanser. exfoliator (twice a week MAX). toner. moisturizer. in that order.

12. go to a movie alone. pretend nobody else is in the theater. react like you would at home watching a movie on netflix (with your parents or roommates home so that u don’t talk loudly in a theater).

13. go vegan. even if you don’t care about animals (lord knows i don’t), it’ll encourage you to eat better by boxing out bad foods. somebody brings in cookies to work? tell them you can’t have any cause you’re vegan. they’ll respect it or fear you’ll start ranting to them if they push you anymore.

14. go a little while without shaving your pussy, see what happens. if you don’t like it, shave it again and you’ll have a smoother-than-normal downstairs :)

15. have a go-to mindfullness place. an image in your head that doesn’t remind you of anything that causes worry. mine is an imaginary field in the middle of a forest, and i pretend i’m a big grizzly bear feeling the grass on my back. try to really make this image come to life in your mind. think of this when you’re suffering from insomnia, when you’re panicking, when you’re sad, when you’re alone.

16. speaking of depression tips! go buy a journal right now. when you’re having a meltdown, open up the journal and start listing things you love. this includes (but is definitely not limited to) mundane things like socks or hardwood floors. it forces you to be in a mindset that thinks positively about things and simultaneously reminds you of the good in the world.

17. are you sad? put on fun/goofy music and deep clean your room.

18. wash your pillowcases you dirty bitch. i know you drool in your sleep. and your nasty face is rubbing all on it all the food you ate today is just rubbing all over that motherfucker ew just wash your pillowcase.

19. hate prepping for extended-family holiday visits? ask for lush spa giftcards for christmas. and if they think that’s too impersonal, just tell them to order whatever at all from their website. you can’t really go wrong with lush products.

20. make a playlist that makes you feel sexy and put it on. listen, dance and wiggle in your bed or chair, and then masturbate for the best nut of your life!

21. do rituals. something that makes you feel like you’re in control of the universe. it can be as simple as lighting a candle and thinking really hard about the same sentence over and over. it’s hella empowering.

22. binge watch 2 shows at once. one for comedy/lighthearted fun and another that’s maybe more serious but something you’ve wanted to see for a while. switch them out as you see fit.

23. listen to audiobooks! find a use for them, whether it’s sleeping, walking around, or just mindless daily tasks.

24. don’t over caffeinate if you are prone to anxiety. if your absolute maximum is 4 cups of coffee per diem, start replacing your regular daily coffee intake (let’s say it’s two cups) with 4 cups of black tea. don’t drink any caffeine after 6 unless it’s a special occasion.

25. nobody is staring at you. and if they are, it’s because they’re trying to fully process all the uniqueness that they see in you, and that’s a good thing. no exceptions.

I’ve Been Reading  Instruction For American Servicemen In Britain 1942

So Instruction For American Servicemen In Britain 1942 is a reproduced typescript of what was giving to men going over to Britain to help ease friction with the populace. And I thought I would share my favorite parts of the text.

You will naturally be interested in getting to know your opposite member, the British solider, the “Tommy" you have read and hear about. 

BRITISH RESERVE, NOT UNFRIENDLY. You defeat enemy propaganda not by denying that differences exist but by admitting them openly and then trying to understand them. For British are often more reserved in conduct than we. On a small island where forty-five million, each man learns to guard his privacy carefully- and is equally careful not to invade another man’s privacy.

So if Britons sit in trains or buses without striking up a conversation with you, it doesn’t mean they are being and unfriendly. Probably they are paying more attention to you than you think. But they don’t speak to you because they don’t want to intrusive or rude.

Another difference.The British have phrases and colloquialisms of their own that may sound funny to you. You can make just as many boners in their eyes. 

DON’T BE A SHOWOFF. The Britsh dislike bragging and showing off. American wages and American soldier’s pay are the highest in the world. (This line about American pay and how you should not flaunt it is said so many times in this book that it’s hilarious.) 

THE BRITISH ARE TOUGH. Don’t be misled by the British tendency to be soft-spoken and polite. If they need to be, they can be plenty tough. The English language didn’t spread across the ocean and over the mountains and jungles and swamps of the world because these people were painty-waists.

You won’t being able to tell the British much about ‘taking it.’ They are not particularly interested in taking it anymore. They are far more interested in getting together in solid friendship with us. So that we can all start dishing it out to Hitler

THE BEST WAY to get on in Britain is very much the same as the best way to get on in America.  The same sort of courtesy and decency and friendliness that go over big in America will go over big in Britain. The British have seen a good many of Americans, and they like Americans. They will like your frankness as long as it is friendly. They will expect you to be generous. They are not given to back-slapping, and they are shy about showing their affections. But once they get to like you they make the best friends in the world

KEEP OUT OF ARGUMENTS. You can rub a Britisher the wrong way by telling him “We came over and won the last one.”

Once again, look, listen, and learn before you start telling the British how much better we do things. (This is the best line) 

The British don’t know how to make a good cup of coffee, and you don’t know how to make a good cup of tea it’s and even swap.

annoyed-tampon  asked:

1) How do you think the mercs wake up in the morning (or afternoon)? 2) Who snores the loudest?

(Oh nice, this is going to be fun! :D)

  • Scout: Usually one of the last to go to bed because he’s got too much energy left, but he’s one of the last to get up in the morning and then complains loudly about the ungodly early hour of the day. 

  • Soldier: Gets up the earliest and wakes everyone with his trumpet. Then he demands roll-calls which the others refuse to attend. So he plays with his raccoons instead.

  • Pyro: He is just always… there in the morning. Since he wears the mask 24/7 (at least as far as the others know) nobody really knows when Pyro actually sleeps and when he’s awake and just lost in his fantasy world. 

  • Demo: He usually sleeps for a long time and has to deal with horrible hangovers afterwards. He also sometimes wakes up in places he has no recollection of and the others have to look for him. In the morning he actually prefers a cup of tea.

  • Heavy: He’s pretty grumpy in the morning, but unless you’re really annoying he won’t break your spine immediately. His snoring is earthshaking and can be heard through the thickest walls. The others banished him to last room in a long corridor because they couldn’t sleep otherwise.

  • Engie: He likes sleeping in or enjoying a book before getting ready for the day, but he also doesn’t complain when he needs to get up early. He’s usually the one who prepares breakfast and offers coffee to the not-so-morning-people when they finally show up in the kitchen.

  • Medic: An absolute early bird. But also a night owl. It seems like he only sleeps, like, 4 hours a night and is working on his experiments the rest of the time. In the morning he’s eager, full of energy and in fantastic mood. The others hate him for it.

  • Sniper: The incarnation of a grumpy bum. Needs at least four cups of coffee before he starts functioning in the morning. He can sleep whenever and where ever he wants, yet he’s still always dozy - unless he’s on the battlefield.

  • Spy: He wakes up fairly early and then disappears to the bathroom for an hour to take a shower and to get dressed. When he enters the dining room for breakfast he is always booted and spurred and shows no sign of tiredness anymore. He likes tea more than coffee.
Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 1

Words: 1600+

Request: [screams] tIME TRAVEL AU WITH A. HAM (like bam u wake up one day in the 18th century) 👌 @ghcstflower

Warnings: Cursing, small mention of linnamonroll

A/N: making this into a series peeps! i didn’t think that a one-shot would suffice for what i wanted to write, soooooo, here it is!

Part 2

You grew up in Northeast New Jersey, so taking the bus back from NYC and your hometown wasn’t as hard as many might think. You soon heard about this new musical that many were anxious to see, and even your friends were constantly telling you about it. You ignored them, of course, because Broadway felt like an opera to you. Listening to showtunes and watching a show about one of the founding fathers just was not your cup of tea.

“Come on, Y/N! Just one song, please!” You friend begged, holding out their phone to you. You sighed, sipping on your coffee. It was freezing outside, below zero. You wore the biggest coat you owned, with giant earmuffs you found in one of your boxes.

You recently moved back to NJ, tired of the city life in Manhattan. Your family was right; living in the city was for people who were always on the go. Since you were the opposite of that, a writer, bumping into people in the streets every day, passersby’ stepping on your toes, was not the most entertaining thing you’ve done. Living there for four months was enough for you.

“No.” You grumbled, looking out the window of the local coffee shop. Your friend continued to whine about the stupid musical, and you eventually gave in, putting on the earbuds that she gave you. She played the opening song, called Alexander Hamilton. You smirked at the cheesiness, but pressed play.

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean…”

The song trailed on, and you bumped your head to the beat unconsciously, listening to the lyrics. You were surprised on how it sounded more like a mainstream song than a play. You didn’t notice your friend grinning at you, doing a little fist pump.

After the song finished, you gave her back her phone, sipping on your coffee once more. She looked at you, expecting a reaction. You shrugged, playing with your straw.

“It was alright.” Her eyes widened at your response. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of saying that you actually liked it, so denying it was the best way to go.

“Alright? It’s amazing, Y/N! Lin Manuel worked on this play for years, it’s anything but alright.” She mocked your tone, and you frowned at her.

“I told you, I don’t like Broadway shows. They’re boring and follow the same theme. I’m not interested.” She put her face in her hands, shaking her head slowly. You grinned at her actions, bringing your gaze back to the scene outside. Everyone seemed to be always on the move; headphones in and ignoring the world around them. You pitied them; they will never understand the world outside their screens.

“How am I friends with you?” She mumbled.

The rest of the time you were enjoying your break, she told you all the facts of the musical, even showing you some of the cast members. You couldn’t help but stare longer at the man who created the musical; Lin Manuel Miranda.

He was handsome, really handsome. You made a mental note of searching him up later, when your friend wasn’t bugging you about some tickets that she got. She convinced you to join her to see the musical, since your other friend cancelled on her last minute.

“If I go see this with you, would you stop trying to make me listen to the rest of the soundtrack?” You asked, throwing away the empty container into the recycling bin. She nodded quickly, to the point where you wondered if she gave herself whiplash.

“See you tomorrow!” She skipped away, trying to catch the next bus to bring her back home to Manhattan. You looked the train back to your town in NJ, taking less than twenty minutes to get there. You dragged yourself up the stairs, and into the apartment, closing the door behind you.

Later that night, you researched Lin Manuel Miranda. You were surprised that he wrote other plays, and won various awards for things that he created. It was a shock that he was single, his good looks and achievements made you think he’d be married and have children already. As you stalked this man online, your eyes began to close, blinking slowly. Before you fell asleep, you clicked on a link. Your eyes drooped closed, your face falling on your keyboard.

The sun shined in your face, causing you to blink quickly, glaring through your semi open lids. You groaned, rolling over. You reached for your phone, feeling a plant tangled in your fingers instead. You blinked, pushing yourself off the grass.



You were sleeping outside.

On the grass.

You looked around you, realizing that you were in an open field. It was eerily quiet, not even the birds chirping or the scurrying of squirrels climbing trees. A tent a few hundred feet away caught your attention, so you decided to approach it. You were still dressed in your sweats and tank top, what you thought you wore to bed. Before you reached the tent, a man came out, dressed in what seemed like a colonial uniform from the 1800s. His back was to you, but you noticed that his brown hair was long, pulled back into a hair tie. For some reason, your stomach churned staring at the man.

Did you stumble across some revolutionary reenactment? Is that why the man looked threatening, like he would shoot you at first glance? You searched your mind for some reason as to why you were outside, but the last thing you remembered was sitting next to your laptop.

You went against every instinct that told you not to go to the man, pushing your feet forward. He stopped moving, and you hesitated. He held his musket tight in his hand, quickly turning around to face you. He pointed his gun at your chest, an angry look on his face. You raised your hands quickly, shaking.

His eyes met yours, and he lowered his gun, confused. You gasped at the face in front of you.

It was Lin-Manuel Miranda. The famous guy you were researching last night.

“Miss, what are you doing out here?” He questioned, his hands still tight on the gun. You stumbled on your words, star-struck.

“Uh, I’m, um…” He put his gun in his holder on the side of him. His eyes were stuck on your body, the heat rising in his face. You wondered if he never saw a woman in a tank top before. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here.”

His eyes quickly made it back to your face, clearing his throat. “You did not answer my question, miss.” He replied, standing up straight.

“I’m sorry, but I have no clue why I’m out here. I woke up on this field. Maybe I sleep walk?” You said, lowering your arms. The leaves rustled on nearby trees, causing you to shiver, holding your arms tight against his chest. Lin realized how cold you were, and took off his overcoat, passing it to you. You thanked him, quickly throwing it on your body.

“Do you know where your home is? It must be close by.” You looked around, recognizing nothing in the vicinity. You turned back to Lin, and he had a small smile on his face.


“Well, I live in an apartment complex near 42nd street. I don’t remember seeing any open fields in the middle of the city.” You mumbled. He stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. He chuckled softly. “What?” You questioned.

“Are you okay, miss? I never heard of this forty-second street or an apartment complex? We’re in Virginia.” He stated, crossing his arms. “Were you sent by Laurens to play a joke on me? Wait, are you trying to seduce me?” He moved his hand back to the gun on his side.

This guy must be crazy. He lives in NYC, he grew up in Washington heights. For crying aloud, the Richard Rogers theater is right in the heart of Manhattan. You glanced around him, noticing more tents around. Wait, there was more than just ten.

There were hundreds.

You stared at Lin.

His outfit seemed quite authentic, to the dirt under his nails to the blood-stained pants. You don’t recall seeing the pictures online having red marks on the pants. He looked young, too, maybe in his early twenties. Not the man you recall seeing on the internet that was in his late thirties. He was staring at you as well, still cautious.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He said simply, with a small bit of pride in his voice. You still fought off the idea that this may not be the time you were supposed to be in.

“Do you know who Elizabeth Schuyler is?” He shook his head, his foot tapping against the ground.

“What is a television set? A laptop?” He frowned.

“Are you telling me about a new weapon the British created? Who are you, miss?” He took out his gun from the position on his hip. “Who sent you here? And I’m not going to ask again.” You realized what’s going on.

“Tell me the year.” You said, your eyes widening. He didn’t say anything, his mouth in a straight line. “Tell me the year.” You repeated sternly. He smirked at you, rolling his eyes.

“1776.” He said, and you dropped onto the ground. He jumped back, confused.

1776. The year, it’s 1776.

What the hell is going on here?

Caring for Daddy

Okay everyone, listen up! All you special, perfect littles and all you special, perfect caregivers. I have realized that Daddy (Caregiver) Space is rarely mentioned on here, and while of course all us littles deserve the attention and care that we get, I think our Daddies/Mommies/Caregivers deserve the same attention and care they so constantly give us. So I thought of some ideas we can do to show our caregivers just how much we love them and appreciate everything they do:
1) find out their favorite candy and surprise them with it one day
2) find out their favorite dessert and bake it for them (be careful near the ovens and stove, cuties!) or bake it with them
3) draw them a picture or card, hand making it will show them extra love and care (and out to use those pretty markers they got you!)
4) ask them how their day went and listen/ask questions
5) if their day went bad, give them a massage or extra long hug
6) if their day went good give them the massage and extra long hug, too
7) find out what they care about and care about it too, support their passions
8) maybe save some money to surprise them with a grown-up daddy gift for one of their hobbies
9) find out what their style is and gift them with something they would like (watches, boots, t-shirts, ties?)
10) give them a spa day and give THEM the attention in the shower, the extra-long back rub, or the full-body massage
11) treat them and pay for something every once in a while
12) surprise them with coffee
13) make them a cup of tea or hot cocoa
14) make them lunch for work this time, and leave them a cute little note in their lunch box/bag
15) feed them and let them watch their favorite show
16) be interactive with what excites them too
17) send them cute little pictures you find online
18) pick up rocks, flowers, or twigs or leaves that make you think of them and give them as gifts
19) sometimes its okay to take the Daddy pants and wear them yourself, set the occasional rule for them if you see them struggling (communication is key, most really will appreciate the help they may feel like they can’t ask for on their own)
20) surprise them with breakfast in bed, or cook them dinner

These are just some of my ideas, and of course there is so much more you can do! you know you’re caregiver best and remember that communication is key. caregivers deserve to be shown they are loved to, and it will only make your relationship stronger. feel free to add anything! i just wanted to get some ideas out their for showing appreciation for them, they deserve it 😍

It’s always hilarious to me when people write headcanons where Katherine is hypercompetent and Davey is an unorganized mess because like… did we watch the same show? Katherine has a song that’s literally “My life is a mess” and Davey organizes a rally.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, Davey is a disaster in his own way. That boy lives and breathes on a schedule and has a breakdown if anything changes on him. But from a distance, “I need at least 24 hour notice for any change of plans” makes it look like you have your life together.
Anyway, my point is that Kath is the one who drinks 5 cups of black coffee instead of breakfast because she lost track of her deadlines and didn’t sleep the night before and Davey is the one who shows up twenty minutes early with tea in a thermos because the Starbucks she’s meeting him at doesn’t brew it the way he likes it.

How to set the tone for a good day

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Had a three-hour school delay due to snow #blessed So here are a few tips on how to start off a good productive day! Hope you enjoy :) Also I’m not saying if you don’t do one of these your day is going to suck it’s just (hopefully) going to make it a bit better.

1. Wake up on time

Waking up on time gives you a (hopefully) stress-free start you don’t have to rush and that means less anxiety/worrying

2.  Have some coffee or tea

While getting ready make yourself a tea or coffee or anything caffeinated. You’ll get energy to start your day and for me it just makes the morning go by easier

3. Bring some caffeine on the go

When I get to school not having a tea or coffee first period really makes my day a bit worse. (I’m that addicted) Fun Fact; studies are showing people who drink lots of coffee (5 cups a day) are actually healthier [Sourse]

4. While getting ready listen to music or watch your favorite show

Every morning I watch Supernatural while putting on my makeup and it really helps get me up and out of bed giving me something small to look forward to

5. Have everything done the night before

Whether it be homework, work, picking out an outfit, having your bag packed do it the night before you do not want to be scrambling around and turn up late

6. Make your food ahead of time

If possible make your food the night before, this can also go towards breakfast while getting ready. I usually scoop out some cottage cheese in a bowl so I can just take it right out of the fridge and eat 

7. Stretch or do some yoga

If you can take five minutes just to stretch or do a few warm up exercises, get the blood flowing and feel more awake. You can even do it while your coffee is brewing

mendesfiction  asked:

Idk if I can still send a blurb but I Interview lots of artists for my work. And I was in the studio with this one artist and he was telling me how his girlfriend and exes always complained about how he never sung for them, just about them. He said with them he isn't this artist he's just a normal dude so he doesn't wanna sing for them like he sings for thousands of other girls. Definitely something I can imagine Shawn saying.

hope this lives up to your amazing story love x || please no more blurb ideas

“You never sing for me anymore” you abruptly go one evening, sitting on the sofa next to him as he tunes his guitar. It’s late, around one in the morning but neither of you are tired, can’t be bothered to actually get into bed so instead you’re sprawled out over his settee, sitting in the liquid calm like a couple of ducks. 

Shawn looks up from his instrument (Daisy, he calls her, something about her ‘sounding how i’d imagine a flower to sound like if it could talk’ - you’d made a face in return, nodding and saying ‘Okay Shawn, whatever you say’) and he frowns a little as you perch your chin in your hand and kick you legs in the air behind you. 

“-only about me” finishing off your soft confession with a light shrug. 

You don’t want to make him feel bad, he’s already got enough on his plate so when he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and begins to chew on it - nervous - your heart blanches. 

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Title: Where I’m From (Back to the Future part 2(Reader x Peter Parker) 

Summary: The reader stays up late to try new things and finish Peter’s book reccomendation, Harry Potter.

Word Count: 1673

A/N: I love love love this series so much and hope you do, too. I really want to do a pt 3 I think, if you like? Lol! I hope you enjoy! 


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Day Out

This is for you @camsthisky because you were having a rough time the other day. 

It’s just fluffy fluff about young Dick visiting Wayne Enterprises with Bruce. Enjoy!

Dick glanced at Bruce to make sure he wasn’t looking before he jumped. It was little more than a small hop in the elevator to see if it would shake while it was ascending. He glanced over at Bruce again. He was now giving him an equally curious side eye.

“Something wrong, Chum?”

Dick gave him a wide grin, “Nope. Just checkin’ the stability of this old thing.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow at him. “We had it installed last year.”

“And so, safety checks are in order. You never know B.”

“Hmm.” He said.

Dick nodded and thought that was the end of it. He was considering asking Bruce to jump with him, maybe the two of them could get something to shake while the elevator continued its eternal ascent, but he was pretty sure he already knew what his mentor was going to say.

He glanced back over anyway, and found Bruce already looking at him with a curious frown.

“You sure it’s not nerves?”

More like excitement. Dick was absolutely brimming to see the rest of Bruce’s building. He’d thought the first floor had been great, and at B’s knowing smile he’d felt he was sure to burst with whatever waited for him up in the offices.

“I get nervous when I bring home a report card, this place is amazing. Nothing to be nervous about here.” He said, rocking on his heels.

Bruce chuckled. “That’s good, I wouldn’t want you to be nervous on your first visit.”

Dick’s stomach bounced with the elevator as it stopped, and the doors slid open. He was ready to pinwheel out of it, but he was pretty sure if he did anything to tear the suit Alfred had specially laid out for today he’d get an earful, and more when he got home. He picked the boring option and stepped out with Bruce.

The moment he took in the office area his eyes went wide and he sucked in a breath.

“B.” He said. “B, this is so cool.”

He was tugging on Bruce’s sleeve and pointing at everything. Desks, lights, a coffee table that was made entirely of glass. Bruce was smiling, with a grin to match Dick’s own.

The woman seated at the reception desk looked up when they walked in and smiled at them. “Morning Mr. Wayne, who’ve you brought to see us today?”

Bruce put a hand on Dick’s back and Dick could see him standing a little straighter. “Morning, Beverly, this is Dick.”

“Good morning Mrs. Beverly, this place is amazing.” Dick waved.

She chuckled lightly. “I’m glad to hear it. Mr. Wayne’s told us a lot about you, I’m happy we’re finally getting a chance to meet you.”

“Me too, I’m really excited to be here.”

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Brother, Annoying Brother - Request

Requested by anon:  A Sherlock x reader where Sherlock is inlove with the reader, but wouldn’t admit it. Mycroft knows about it and makes Sherlock jealous by flirting with the reader. So he would confess. They’re working on a case with mycroft

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,312

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I loved writing this.


Originally posted by imaginesherlock

Working along with Mycroft was never ever part of the plan. He wasn’t a ninja, a field soldier, or a detective; Mycroft was the kind of man to order whatever he needed via mobile and get in on a silver platter, and that was one of the things that frustrated Sherlock the most.

“You’re ruining the case!” Sherlock fumed. He loved searching for clues, and doing his own research and Mycroft had gotten all of the information with just one phone call.

“No, I solved half of it quickly. It’s called being efficient.” Mycroft replied bitterly.

“Boys…” (Y/N) called their attention as she appeared at the door with a letter in hand.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” Sherlock asked and Mycroft was surprised by the soft tone he had used; completely different to the one used against him two seconds before.

“A man gave me this for you, Sher.” She explained, handing the letter to him. Sherlock instantly recognized it as a clue from the criminal they were after.

“Did he hurt you? Did he say anything at all? How does he look like?” Sherlock inquired as a preoccupied look invaded his gaze; Mycroft took the letter off his brother’s hands, but was too focused on Sherlock’s behaviour.

“I’m fine; I don’t think that’s your criminal.” She said, softly. Mycroft noticed how their eyes were strictly staring into the other’s eyes like there was nothing else around. “More like a messenger.”

“You’re right.” Sherlock nodded, clearing his throat and returning to his usual superiority posture. He took the letter off Mycroft’s hands and analysed it carefully.

(Y/N) excused herself a few minutes after, claiming that she had plans with Mrs. Hudson and Mary. Mycroft used it for his advantage, making sure to give his little brother the most obvious and annoying knowing look the world has ever seen.

“What?” Sherlock groaned angrily.

“You fancy her.” Mycroft observed.

“Of course I fancy her, she’s a good friend.” Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“No, you fancy her like more than a friend.” Sherlock froze for a second but ignored his brother. “I’m not saying that I understand because I’ve never been a man of too many feelings, but you… You were always a sentimental.”

“Shut up, I’m working.” Sherlock ordered as he continued to analyse the pictures the forensic department had sent him.

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Originally posted by fivesosgif

Requested: nope

Pairing: Hungover!Y/N x Stranger!Ashton

Series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Description: “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us” AU (yup that’s it, it’s adorable)

You were sure you were going to puke the minute you woke up. Without hesitating you grabbed the nearest thing to you and let it all out. The smell surrounded you first, before nearing out to every corner of the room. Wait, which room? Where were you? What did you just vomit in?

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why do I ship NaruSaku? (aka my narusaku megapost)

[My submission for the final day of the NARUSAKU AUGUST EVENT, 2017]

This post is dedicated to all my fellow NaruSaku shippers, the ones who have gone down with this ship and yet continue to hold on to it, submerged in a sea of our perfect fanon. Enjoy this extremely long post about the pairing of Naruto and Sakura :) x

You may want to sit down with a cup of coffee/tea, find a comfortable environment, and just fill yourselves with shipper feels in order to read this.

So, why do we ship NaruSaku when it isn’t even canon?

Because it’s about a relationship that involves two individuals harbouring healthy feelings for each other, showing great respect towards each other and putting great trust in each other, facing great adversities and only coming out stronger than ever before, having developed an even stronger connection.

It’s not just the big, flashy, seemingly-romantic moments between them that draws me to them. It is, in fact, the smaller but significant interactions that makes me admire whatever Naruto and Sakura share. Throughout the manga, there have been several moments signifying the development of their bond, paving the way to the depiction of a more grounded and realistic relationship (at least, with respect to the Narutoverse and its foundation of “bonds”). 

Here’s a collection of some Naruto and Sakura moments from the manga, moments that make my shipper heart go squeee. Seeing them in a romantic light or not is up to you! I mean, NaruSaku as a BroTP is unbeatable, but this post will be more OTP-oriented. Feel free to keep these moments for yourselves ;)

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existentialflu  asked:

i feel like this is hella specific while still being incredibly vague as a prompt but i believe in u: how about rob is upset about something (your choice) and trying his damnedest to hide it as usual, and liv cheers him up without even realising she's doing it? bonus points if aaron does notice but actually thinks that is the most effective way of cheering up rob <33

Liv raised an eyebrow as she looked at Robert hunched over on the couch, staring blankly at the television. It was late enough on Saturday morning, late enough for it to be strange that Robert was still in his pyjamas, the ridiculous Star Wars patterned trousers she’d bought him last Christmas paired with a hoodie of Aaron’s she was prone to stealing herself.

Spreading some more chocolate spread on the pile of toast she’d made herself, Liv picked up her cup of tea, padding across the kitchen to join Robert on the couch, plonking herself down beside him unceremoniously.

“Why are you watching the news?” Liv rolled her eyes, dumping her plate and mug down on the coffee table, half expecting Robert’s usual lecture about getting a coaster.

Robert shrugged, glancing at the television. “Wanted to see if the world had ended yet,” he quipped, gesturing at the news story about Trump.

Liv rolled her eyes, grabbing the control and turning Netflix on, flicking through the shows they’d been watching. She and Robert had been working their way through American Horror Story, Aaron not one bit interested in watching it with them.

“Have you been watching it without me?” Liv asked, suspicious. She could have sworn they’d only been on season three, but Netflix was telling her otherwise.

Robert shook his head. “I think we both fell asleep the other week when we were watching it,” he admitted, leaning back in his seat, the sleeves of Aaron’s hoodie tugged down around his wrists. “Bit gorey for this hour of the morning though, innit?”

Liv rolled her eyes. “What do you want to watch then?”

Robert reached across for the control, flicking through the options on Netflix before he came to an unfamiliar title. “Fawlty Towers,” he grinned, as if Liv should know what that was. “We used to watch this all the time growing up. It aired in like the 1970s, and they only ever made twelve episodes, but it’s the best.”

“The 70s? Jesus, Robert, how old are you?”

Robert rolled his eyes, shoving at her side. “I’m not that old, cheeky. It’s a classic, you’ll love it.”

Liv settled back on the couch, offering Robert a slice of toast before she spoke. “If I don’t, I’m making you watch all of Stranger Things from the beginning again.”

“For the third time?” Robert raised an eyebrow. First time around, the three of them had watched it together, and Liv had then roped Robert into watching it all again, knowing Aaron had little interest.

Liv grinned, confirming his suspicions. “For the third time.”

It was hours later when Aaron finally got home, and they’d managed to work their way through ten of the twelve episodes, half eaten pizza scattered across the coffee table, Liv sitting with an ice cream tub in hand.

Robert was as much of a slob as she was, when he wanted to be, ordering them in a feast from Dominos and trekking to David’s to get in some ice cream and crisps. It was the best kind of day, and Aaron arriving home only made it all the better.

“Hiya,” Aaron greeted, kicking his boots off at the door. “Have you two been lazing in here all day?” he inquired, padding across the room in his socks to drop a kiss to Robert’s chocolate covered lips.

Liv did her usual of pretending like they were disgusting her, but in actuality, she loved days like these, when nothing in the world had gone wrong, and the three of them were just happy.

A happy family.

“I need to piss,” Robert mumbled, Liv wrinkling her nose at his admission.

“Gross, go away.” Liv kicked at Robert with her slippered foot, Aaron snorting as his husband stumbled slightly, his knees cracking as he eased himself up off the couch. “Boys are disgusting.”

“Yeah, they are.” Aaron agreed, sitting down next to her on the couch, stealing a spoonful of the ice cream, reaching for some of the leftover pizza as he ate. “How’s he been today?”

Liv raised an eyebrow. “He’s been brilliant, we’ve been watching some old show he used to watch with his family all day,” she shrugged, wondering why Aaron would even need to ask.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. “So he’s been fine, all day?”

“Yeah, why?”

Aaron tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. “You’re a star, you know that?” he said, a bright smile on his face. He genuinely looked proud of her, as if she’d done something other than slob about in her pyjamas all day long, eating junk food and watching telly.

“Why are you being so weird?” Liv asked, not protesting the cuddle Aaron was giving her. He was her big brother, after all.

“It’s his mum’s anniversary today,” Aaron admitted, glancing toward the bathroom, checking if Robert was on his way back. “He finds it really tough, and I was worried about him being alone today.”

Liv didn’t know much about Robert and his family, just enough to know his parents were both dead, that he’d lost his mum in tragic circumstances - she’d been a good mum, as well, judging by how Robert would talk about her sometimes, briefly mentioning something she’d do, or cook, a soft, sad smile on his face.

“I didn’t know,” Liv said quietly, glancing at the paused screen. She’d been happy to indulge Robert and watch all of Fawlty Towers with him when she realised just how genuinely funny it was, Robert quoting every character as though he’d watched it a million times over himself.

“Did a stand up job either way,” Aaron beamed at her, munching his way through his slice of pizza.

Liv couldn’t help feeling a little bit proud of herself. Robert had been a rock for her for a long time now, sorting her problems and getting her place back at school, making sure she was getting on alright.

She’d never really thought about how she’d ever be able to help him, return the favour.

But she had, and without knowing, too.

Liv grinned, scooping out the last of the ice cream, the chocolatey mixture mostly melted now, chunks of cookie dough floating in the soupy dregs left in the tub. “Well, he’s my brother too, had to look out for him, didn’t I?”


Originally posted by yoonnoh

Description: October is always a month filled with odd happenings, but the weirdest thing by far is a bloody man showing up on your doorstep. 

Warning: Blood/Swearing

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You hummed softly to yourself, fixing yourself a warm cup of tea in the kitchen, preparing to settle down on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, and binge watch movies for October. The heat was up, the lights off, snacks were set out of the coffee table, and you were ready for a long night of not moving at all.
You had just sat down, remote in hand, when a loud rumble shook the house. Your face scrunched in confusion at the sound, like a way magnified bolt of thunder, but there was no storm on the radar for today, or any day coming up for that matter. The sound lasted longer than any thunder bolt you’ve heard and seemed to vibrate your entire body with the level of volume it carried before everything was silent again. Until the pounding at your front door rang through the quiet living room, making you feel uneasy.
“Please…” A rough voice said from the other side of your front door, belonging to the person knocking with urgency. “Please…I need help…”
At that, you jumped up, the tea you were holding falling to the ground, the cup shattering on the floor and liquid drenching the floor as you raced towards the door, unlocking it and flinging it open, shrieking at the sight that awaited you.
A man was crumpled on your front porch, clothes ripped, hair matted, blood seeping from somewhere on his back. He looked like he had to drag himself onto your porch, indicated by the drag marks of blood smeared across the concrete while the man laid on the ground, hand raised to knock again before you flung the door open.
“Oh my god what happened!?” You yelled, immediately falling to your knees and trying to help the man up, but stopped when he shouted it pain when you brushed his back.
“Don’t!” He gasped, clenching his teeth tightly.
“Oh my god oh my god!” You cursed, reaching for his arm this time, trying to lift the pretty much dead weight man, his weight making you collapse once before you managed to stand and awkwardly lean him against you.
The man continued groaning, gasping in pain with every move as you dragged him inside, attempting to get him to the couch.
Noting his back, you laid him on his front across the couch, stuttering to him, “W-wait here!”, and running off to find the phone to call 911.
Rushing back to him, you hit the digits, but his hand shot out to grab your hand, “Don’t! Don’t call anyone!”
“You need an ambulance! You need the police! What happened to you!?”
“Don’t call anyone!” He commanded through faces of pure agony, as he tried to sit up, taking the phone from you and chucking it across the room causing you to yell in protest. “Just listen to me! Get a first aid, and keep your mouth shut, okay?”
If he won’t let me call 911, first aid is the next best thing. You thought begrudgingly, and nodded before darting off to the bathroom, returning with the little bag of medical supplies.
“Where are you hurt?” You asked, eyeing the blood covered man, noting that the couch would definitely be cleaned after this mess.
“My back,” He answered, slowly undoing his shirt that was just a blood rag at this point. “Just my back.”
Nodding, you pulled some gauze and anti bacteria spray from the first aid, you waited for him to work the shirt that had dried slightly, forcing him to have to tear the shirt from the scabbing over wounds on his back, resulting in another sharp intake of breath from the man. Finally working the shirt off, he turned to give you access to his back, and it was your turn to gasp.
On either shoulder blade, two six inch straight lines were beginning to bleed profusely again after removing the shirt. The sight was shocking enough, deep wounds that looked like someone had sunk a hatchet into his back twice, open and red with agitation and blood. He’d definitely need stitches, no doubt about that.
“What the fuck happened to you!” You gasped, taking one of the gauze and stopping the blood trickling down his back from meeting your couch cushion.
“Please, I just need you to fix this,” The man swallowed hard, “And I’ll explain.”
Not satisfied with that answer, you couldn’t do anything but agree.
“You’re going to need stitches, you really should go to the hospital…”
“I can’t go to a hospital, just please…just sew me up.” The man pleaded.
Frowning, you stood to go find a needle and thread, returning and seeing the man looking over his shoulder at the damage, a grimace on his face, “Don’t look at them.”
“I’ve seen worse.” The man replied, flinching when you gently began dabbing his skin, trying to get the dried and fresh blood off his skin before you went any further.
“It looks like you just escaped a murder scene,” You said, shaking the anti bacteria spray, “Hold on, this’ll sting.”
You could see him take a deep breath, holding it before you sprayed his wounds, but he still let out a loud yell, his muscles tensing at the pain.
“This is going to be worse.” You mumbled, not happy about the next part. You carefully threaded the needle, and counted to ten in your head, while the man clenched his fists in preparation for the feeling to come.
His fingers dug into his covered thighs when the needle pierced his skin, each move more painful than the last as you tried your best to close up his gaping would with sewing thread. His shaky breath was all you could hear when you sprayed the one side again before covering it in gauze.
Doing the same to the other wound, you found yourself holding your breath just like the man as you repeated each step carefully to avoid hurting him more than he already was. When the last gauze was taped to him, his breathing was heavy, body weak from all the strain it had just went through.
Before you tucked everything away, you brought him a cup of water and a couple pain pills, which he accepted with a shaky hand.
“Now,” You said, sitting on the coffee table and observing the man. “Are you going to tell me who you are and what the fuck happened now?”
“I did say I would,” He nodded, “My names Ten. As for what happened…you likely won’t believe it.”
“Try me,” You said, “Was it an ax murderer?”
“Not quite, no.” He shook his head.
“Then what?” You asked.
“I fell,” Ten said bluntly. “I’m an angel, and I fell from Heaven.”

anonymous asked:

Hello, so I just started at uni this semester and I'm in the psych program. I'm having trouble with keeping up with all my classes though like I'm always racing against the clock for a deadline. Do you have any advice to fix this problem?

Hello! Ah I feel that so much… The deadlines… Trying to keep up to date…

I honestly didn’t know what it felt like to be up to date until my fourth semester (which is now). Keeping on top of things is literally the hardest thing, especially in first year when you’re trying to get used to the whole new environment and structure of learning.

I’ll try to give some tips, but it’s only based on experience of a few months of being productive;

  1. Smash it out at the start of semester, and keep going once you have your momentum set up - So many people think it’s okay to chill until about Week 6 and then start catching up with everything, but that’s when tests and assignments need to be studied for, so you just get more behind
  2. NOTES! WRITE NOTES! I handwrite mine because it makes it much easier for me to learn, but you can type them if you feel like that takes too long
  3. Start your assignments at least a week before the due date! Even if that’s just half an hour of research, or literally just writing one paragraph, you’ve started and that’s something to be proud of
  4. PROCRASTINATION IS A NO - it’s ridiculously hard to build self-discipline, but you just have to say ‘no’ to a few of the things that you’d normally allow yourself. Half an hour scrolling through FaceBook? Why not half an hour scrolling through journal articles instead? One episode of your fave TV show? Why not read a chapter of your textbook?
  5. Discipline is give-and-take though! You could say “okay I’ll read that one chapter, and THEN watch that episode!” 
  6. Space out your workload - Burnout is a real thing, and it’s super hard to overcome, so don’t stress yourself out constantly. If you’re too tired to do the thing, don’t do the thing (or just grab a strong cup of tea/coffee and do it). Get up early tomorrow to do it once you’ve had a good night’s sleep
  7. Know that most other people are in the same boat, so you might be able to get a study buddy so you can help each other catch up on things or share ideas
  8. Plain DETERMINATION and MOTIVATION is hard to find, but once you do, GO FOR IT!

That’s just the stuff I can think of at the moment, but they really help me stay on top of things. If you have any more questions, please ask!

I wish you all the luck in your studies, and I hope you enjoy your course!