and the round thingies

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My grandpa was going through his garage and found this…he thought he’d send it over for a christmas stocking stuffer. Apparently it’s a vintage toy called “The Hooker” and the whole point is to hook the little round thingy on the hook in under one minute.

He was so excited I really didn’t have the heart to tell him that it looks like (and probably is) a vintage fucking buttplug.

“How To Study.”

A tale told by a physics student. I am really bad at studying. Which explains my somewhat average grades. But i know how to study effectively and realistically have success with studying. Nobody ever teaches you HOW  to study, they just tell you to study. So here is how i do it (most of the time)

There are two ways of going at it.

  • Stress studying. (studying for exams just the day before and putting as much information in your head as possible just to forget everything right before the exam)
  • Actual studying. (taking the time you have and study at least 4 hours a day 3 work days a week, and actually get the success that you deserve)

Stress studying

It’s bad for you, your health, and a big cause of bee colony collapse disorder (Don’t ask why). Realistically you’re gonna pass your exams  1 out of 3 or 4 times, and it is just not worth it. It doesn’t just reflect on your grades but also on your work ethic. (which is real bad for your future)

Actual studying

What you need is:

  • Time.
  • Studying utensils (quality notebooks and good pens).
  • A clean and tidy Studying environment.
  • Discipline.

Time - It’s really simple, plan 4 hours a day of studying 3 work days a week. Don’t be like “But dude! When will i have time for my personal stuff?” seriously. A typical day has 24 hours, If you go to sleep at midnight and wake up at 7 or 8 (that’s 7-8 hours of sleep) you have 17-18 hours left to your day.

4 hours of that is just 23%, taking in account you’d do it at least 3 work days a week it would be just 7% (and a little more) of your precious workday time. So it’s worth it. Totally worth it. Don’t ruin your work ethic just because you want to spent 7% more time on tumblr.

Studying Utensils - I cannot stress enough how important good notebooks and good pens and stuff are. I suffered a lot from this, i wouldn’t take notes, and write down stuff because of how awful it looked on cheap paper with bic pens (no offense bic, your lighters are awesome tho).  

It’s not cheap tho, but at least buy good notebooks with that metal round thingy holding it (i.d.k the name of it in English). And go Black instead of Blue, Black pens all the way. Use sharpies instead of the usual stuff, or at least gel ink pens, the smoother it goes the better, and blue pens are an abomination, every knowledgeable person in the past ages has written in black. Oh, and fineliners.

A clean and tidy Studying environment - You have a desk? Yes? Good. Throw everything you have on it to the ground (except you laptop, you wouldn’t drop a baby, would you?). Get a desk lamp, no matter how bright your room is, you need a concentrated stream of light allowing the photons reflecting from the ink on your books to transfer the information successfully to your brain, and desk lamps boost concentration. Make that a working environment, only use that desk when you’re studying (no exceptions) and once you do that, every time you sit by your desk you will automatically start to work.

Discipline - You want to be full on motivated :D ??? Well f*** you cause that’s not happening >:D

Discipline is what you’re looking for. Full on military stuff, just like back in good old communism. Discipline guarantees you success, motivation leads to incoherent success which includes utterly common instances of failure.

I mean look at the definitions:

Mo·ti·va·tionˌ

mōdəˈvāSH(ə)n/ - noun

  1. the reason or reasons one has for acting or behaving in a particular way.
  2. the general desire or willingness of someone to do something.

Will you rely on luck and willingness or reason? No, luck and willingness pass, they are not consistent and for every reason there are at least 10 excuses. Don’t be a silly excuse for your failed academic success.

Dis·ci·pline

ˈdisəplən/ - noun

  1. The practice of training people to obey rules or a code of behavior, using punishment to correct disobedience[1].
  2. A branch of knowledge, typically one studied in higher education.

[1] - The only punishment you’ll receive is academic failure, and not reaching your true, deserving recognition for your true intelligence and social worth just because of laziness caused by day to day stress is punishment enough, i think.

Discipline yourself, push yourself. Don’t wait for something so relative, so passing as motivation. If you’re gonna do something, STAND THE f*** UP AND DO IT.

Just remember RWSR.

  • Read
  • Write
  • Study
  • Repeat

Cheers,

-Rudescience

Moving in/living with Tom Holland headcanon

Requested

•He’d ask you to move in with him in his flat in London

•It’d be a big step for the both of you but you were ready and couldn’t wait to spend more time with your love

•Him using his days off to help you move in/organize your things

•Watching his arms flex when he’d carry boxes/heavy items

•"Don’t think I  don’t know what you’re staring at sweetheart"

•Tessa (Tom’s dog) being excited to have more company around the house

•"I’m tired, let’s take a 5 minute cuddle break"

•"You said that half an hour ago babe"

•Jam sessions to all of your favorite songs

•Tom would love to come home to home cooked meals and would make sure to tell you how much he appreciated your hard work around the house

•Missing him majorly when he’s on business trips but always having Tessa to keep you company

•"What’s this thingy?“

•"That’s Eyeliner, Tom”

•His parents coming round often to see Tom, they’d adore you

•Amazing sex, especially after he’s been gone for a while

•"Is that my shirt?“

•"Are those my pANTS?”

•Breakfast in bed

•Sometimes you’d be really tired and just fall asleep in his lap but you’d always wake up in bed

•"Don’t leave please, 2 months is too long"

•"Well I mean… I may not have pulled some strings and… you’re coming with me"

•"TOM!“ 

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Ben Bishop #2

There is nothing that could get me out of my absence other than the news of big old Ben Bisho joining the Dallas Stars. Helllloooo, is this heaven and why am I being rewarded?

Some of you know that instead of moving to my dream city, I took my dream job which ultimately landed me… dun dun dun… in the Philippines.

Hence the continued absence. This is literally the first time I’ve logged in to Tumblr in a month! I am not back – yet – and probably won’t be until after July but I will sporadically be here. Like right now.

Anyway, enough of my babble.

Here is a little Bisho treat for everyone. I miss you all and I love you guys so much.

Word count: 744

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

Even with your eyes closed, you knew that it was still early out. Early enough for the sun to still be in hiding. Rolling around on the bed, you gingerly opened your eyes to a very much awake Ben Bishop – complete with his now-familiar toothless grin.

“What in the world are you doing staring at me while I’m snoring my ass of?” you asked, pulling yourself up and voice still husky and throat still dry.

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gayshipsmaybesomehetero  asked:

SINCE YOU SEEMED SO SAD ILL JUST HAVE TO ASK FOR A PROMPT PF MAGNUS DOING ALEC'S MAKEUP (I didn't know I needed this until this moment)

wirtanzenimregen ha detto:Well, thanks to you, I now want Magnus doing Alec’s makeup. Please throw some Alec trying on jewellery in there💞

Ahhhh sorry, the jewelry didn’t really fit, but I’ll keep it in mind to use as soon as I can!
Thank you both for these (very spontaneous) prompts! <3 I hope you’ll like this!

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Magnus’ head is pillowed on his chest and Alec is carding his fingers through his ink black hair, pink strands running from time to time between his index and middle finger.

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Fall Would You Rather

I was tagged by @toplite and @jijagi and probably more people that got lost in my notes but I love you if you ever tag me in anything. 💖

I’m tagging: @daisy-donghae @fangirl-2007 @sergeantbuckaroo @toptabi @daengerous-af @confessionsofashyfangirl if y’all would like to and if anyone else wants to, consider yourself tagged!

  • go apple picking vs go on a hay ride
  • scary vs sweet
  • sweaters vs boots
  • socks vs mittens
  • bonfires vs football
  • trick or treating vs watching scary movies
  • apple pie vs pumpkin pie
  • halloween vs thanksgiving
  • bake pie vs bake cookies
  • rain vs fog
  • black cats vs owls
  • ghosts vs wizards
  • harry potter vs halloweentown
  • go hiking vs sleep in
  • cinnamon vs nutmeg
  • reading vs writing
  • hot chocolate vs tea
  • live in a cabin in a forest vs 24/7 autumn
  • candy apples vs caramel apples
  • blankets vs pillows
  • roasted marshmallows vs roasted chestnuts
  • coffee vs apple cider
  • red leaves vs orange leaves
  • braids vs bows
  • scented candles vs the smell of freshly baked goods
  • carve pumpkins vs make pumpkin pie
  • pumpkin spice lattes vs chai lattes
  • coats vs oversized sweaters
  • beanies vs berets
  • candy corn vs peanut butter cups
  • s’mores vs apple crisp
  • jump into a pile of leaves vs swing on a tire swing
  • corn maze vs haunted house
  • bob for apples vs visit a pumpkin patch
  • whipped cream on hot chocolate vs marshmallows on hot chocolate

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so every year the AP government class in my high school plays what’s known as “the pogs game”

it’s basically a facsimile of the drug trade; there are dealers, users, kingpins, cops, undercover cops, lawyers, media, and a judge. the “drugs” are pogs (little round cardboard thingies) marked with Xs, and the “money” are pogs marked with dollar signs. at the end, we have mock trials for all those charged with possession or distribution of pogs. study hall kids are the jurors. 

pogs deals are going on in the bathrooms, the band room, the hallways if you’re reckless. people are stashing pogs in the marching band’s tubas. one pogs user made a fake warrant and is using it to confiscate people’s pogs for himself. half a dozen pogs twitter accounts have sprung up reporting arrests or trying to facilitate deals. i’m engaged in a twitter war with a “pogs dealer” accusing him of being an undercover cop. my codename is “the pogs gobbler”. cops can’t search your locker without a warrant signed by the judge, who happens to be a friend of mine, so i’m practically invincible. she even let me stash my illicit pogs in her locker.

i’m having an excellent time 

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D.Gray-man Rare Pair Week - Chapter 1 - letters_creat_worlds - D.Gray-man [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: D.Gray-man Rare Pair Week Day 1
Fandom: D. Gray-man
Ship: Neallen
Prompts:  Purple, Royalty, Creativity, Determination, Opulence, Wisdom, Maturity.
Summary: The demon Nea makes a deal with a prince.
An: I have no idea what I just wrote here but Allen is a little shit so. I guess there’s that.

Nea stared at the prince standing in front of him and couldn’t help but pity him. Stripped bare of his riches and fine robes, all that was left was a brat with nothing to himself but his name and rage.

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20(or so) Followers to Know Better ★

I was tagged by the gem @tony-martial <3

  1. Name/nickname: Katie/ KD
  2. Gender: female
  3. Star sign: Aries
  4. Height: 165cm
  5. Hogwarts: ravenclaw (tbh i’m not a huge fan of harry potter, i legit just took a quiz to see which house i was) 
  6. Favorite animal: Raccoons (they represent me: eat trash, live in trash, smell like trash, have dark circles but despite all that they still cute c; 
  7. Hours of sleep: 5-6 (not enough i need like 20 hours to fully function to my max potential lmfao)
  8. Dogs or cats: Both 
  9. Number of blankets: 2
  10. Dream trip: A tour around Europe, preferably western Europe
  11. Dream job: a wag Probably something in like science
  12. Current time: 7:16 pm
  13. Birthday: April 4th
  14. Last show I watched: The Simpsons (only thing i watch on TV tbh)
  15. When did I create my blog: I think a little over two years ago
  16. Song stuck in my head: Put your Head on my Shoulder by Paul Anka (specifically the 1959 version) and Come Over by Dean
  17. Other blogs: um i dont use them 
  18. Why I chose this URL: bc its cheeky asf ;p 
  19. Following: a lot
  20. Followers: 626 (but really sometimes it feels like 5)
  21. Favorite instrument: piano because you can sound like graceful rain drops to a wailing quackling goose all in one piece. 
  22. What I’m wearing: a black turtleneck with blue jeans 
  23. Top three fictional universes I’d like to join: the football universe is the only universe i’d like to join. 

sorry to bother yalls but im tagging you lol: @yourfaveanon @nik-rudy @edvandersar @sammarm175 @cassassidy @puliszic 

shut up and dance

At thirty, Erwin is married; at thirty-four, he’s not. The signing of the divorce papers is conducted without drama: she fell out of love, and for his part, Erwin isn’t sure if he had ever been in love with her, or if he had just been playing a part.

He hadn’t been a good husband. He hadn’t been a bad one either and that had partially been the problem–Erwin just was.

Levi takes him to a bar after the hour spent with lawyers dividing property that felt only tangentially his. They drink little glasses of whiskey poured over round ice cubes and explicitly don’t talk about why Levi’s swept back into town like a storm at this time when he’s avoided for the rest of the eleven months of the year. At the end of the night, Levi asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Erwin doesn’t. He says as much and Levi nods, standing up from his barstool. He murmurs his goodbyes, leaves his bill in neatly folded cash on the counter, and disappears out the front door, his frame hidden in a crowd of university students rushing in.

It’s only ten. Erwin hasn’t stayed at a bar past then since his early twenties.

He thinks about his empty apartment and raps his knuckles on the bar to order another drink.

One of the college students pushes against his side at the same time. Emboldened by the music playing in the background and by the atmosphere of the bar, the student jostles against Erwin’s elbow with restless energy. It spills Erwin’s drink.

Erwin opens his mouth to accept the student’s apology, but that isn’t what happens–the twenty-something looks at the pooling amber liquid on the counter and runs two of his fingers through it before sticking them in his mouth and sucking.

Erwin stares.

The student’s face scrunches, a messy eyebrow raising. “Whiskey?” he guesses, grimacing slightly.

Erwin clears his throat. “Yes,” he says slowly, and then hazards his own observation, “Not a fan?”

“Unless it’s like Fireball or something,” the twenty-something laughs, “but I’m a fan of vodka shots if you want to know.”

It’s been a long time since Erwin’s been hit on; for several long seconds, he isn’t sure that’s what’s happening, but then the college student adds in a hopeful tone, “I’m Eren, by the way.”

“Erwin,” he murmurs, and holds up two fingers at the bartender as he calls out an order for a round of drinks.  

Here is a continuation of this little snippet from awhile back. I’ve had it in my drafts like almost right after, but I just can’t get it to go the way I wanted. So I figured I’d just finish it off and post it anyways. Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2143

Fandom: gt jacksepticeye fanclub, gtjsefanclub

Content: Fluffy fluff stuffs. 

Notes: Hitting alt + 0233 will produce the é if you wanna spell Séan’s name with the accent mark. 


You sit up with a start and shove roughly at the heavy, hot blanket as you wake up, remembering everything that had happened before you fell asleep. Before you could really gather your bearings, a coughing fit wracks your body and your throat burns.

“Whoa there!” came a voice from slightly above, behind and oddly below you. You feel light pressure on your back move up and down as you cough and suddenly a large hand was presenting a thimble half filled with water. You take it and down as much as you can, sighing as the water soothes the cough and soreness and the pressure relaxes your back muscles.

“There we go. Much better!” the human said and you finally glance up and behind you.

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imagine like a Falconers Face-off thingy where it’s one of those quickfire round of questions like:

interviewer: who is grumpiest in the morning?
Falconers: Guy
Interviewer: who eats the most?
Falconers: Tater
Interviewer: who spends the most time on their phone?
Falconers: JACK

which Jack finds odd because he’s never really been like attached to his phone much before but now he’s constantly texting or calling Bitty and the reality sinks in like ‘oh, i haven’t been subtle at all’

Falconers: We know what he’s really up to
Falconers: Little Jackie’s in lo~ve
Falconers: Shows on face
Interviewer: is that true, Jack?
Jack: *groans*