and then i did no revision at all

things i wish i’d known in my first year of university

I’m reaching the end of my time at university and it’s got me all sentimental. and regretful. There are a number of things that I had learned during my time at university that I wish I’d known during first year. 

  • Read everything. The only valid excuse for not reading everything on the reading list is that you didn’t have time, not that you found it boring, or that it wasn’t useful. Because there’s nothing scarier than trying to write an essay on something you studied a month ago, and you have no notes on the topic. 
  • Revise constantly. I wish I’d revisited everything I did a week after I did it, just as a recap. I tended to focus on what I was doing in the moment because it felt the most important thing at the time. Well, during exams, everything is equal. And it’s so frustrating not quite being able to remember something. So, revise. Even just for ten minutes.
  • Don’t spend all of your money on impulse. I’ve bought so much rubbish that I really don’t need. And if I’d saved that money, I could have gone on holiday. Save every last penny you can. 
  • Eat well. I just said that you should save all the money you can, but I think that food is one exception to that rule. Try and save money where you can, obviously, but don’t go for days and days without fresh vegetables because you’re saving money for a holiday. Your mind, as well as your body, needs food.
  • Go and talk to professors in their student hours. I used to find this so awkward. To be honest, I still do. But if you’re going sending them an email and asking for clarification on a topic, consider maybe popping into their office when it’s open to students. And tell them if you’re struggling! If you don’t let them know, then they can’t help you.
  • Take hot drinks with you, to your lectures or to the library. Don’t spend all your money in the library cafe. Bring a flask of tea, and loads of study snacks in a packed lunch box. Trust me on this.
  • Make time to meet up with friends you haven’t seen in ages. Don’t wait for them to ask you. I make sure to socialise with my friends at least twice a week. And by socialise, I don’t mean getting blind drunk and going clubbing. Sit down and have lunch together. Chat. Get to know each other properly. Friendships formed over alcohol never last as long as friendships formed through actual conversation.
  • Do stuff that the university puts on for students. Join societies. Get involved. One of the best nights I ever had at university was a masquerade ball that my college put on. And for some reason, I’ve never done anything like that since then? And I don’t understand why! University is for making memories, and I don’t really have many!
  • Travel around your university town. If you’re university is on a campus, don’t let your life revolve around that one place. If you’ve travelled away from home to go to university, then make it worth your while! See the sights, be a tourist, get on a bus and go to a random town and buy ice cream. 
  • Experiment. This is the time. Dye your hair blue, join a weird and random society and take up a hobby you’d never dreamed of.  If you want to try drugs, make sure it’s a safe environment and do your research before hand. If you don’t want to do that kind of thing, then don’t judge other people for doing so.
  • Give yourself a day off per week. When you’re at university and you’ve got loads of work, it’s tempting to just work constantly - or at least, to work every day, if not all the time. But it’s so much better for your mental state to take a day off to just relax. 
  • Keep up with your chores. When you’re stressed about an assignment, you don’t want to be also stressed about that pile of washing up accumulating by the sink. Keep your room tidy too - clear space, clear mind.
  • Be kind to everyone. You’re going to meet a lot of people at university, some you’re going to hit it off with immediately. But there will be some who really rub you up the wrong way. Don’t worry about it, it’s completely fine to not like someone. But don’t be mean to them. This isn’t high school, you’re all here to learn and there’s just no need to make them feel bad about themselves. It’s just petty and childish.
  • Think about the future. I know that you’re completely wrapped up in your university life right now, but you’re going to have to venture out into the real world at some point. Do things that might help your future career: volunteer, get a job, join a sports club, make connections. University isn’t, sadly, forever.

There you have it! The advice that I would have given myself in the first year of university. Whether you’re just about to start university, or whether you’re just about to leave, I hope this is useful to you.

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Productive day today! Biology revision and I did a lot of reading 📖 today. One more class today, then I’ll try to finish my essay. I also bought 3 new books (I already read circle, but I just borrowed it) I’m looking forward to read thinking, fast and slow, I need to finish my English lectures first😧 Hope y'all having a good day and a good time!☀️

Feel the fear and do it anyway

Two years ago, I had dropped out of education due to daily panic attacks and was considering a career in fitness. I thought I was done with school completely; but I went back to school for A levels after the year was over. One year ago, I had received my ‘tracking’ for my school subjects, and was told I was working at an E grade for chemistry. I was ready to give up but I didn’t, I bought a revision guide and worked harder.

Now, I have a conditional offer for biomedical science, and have just received my first interview invite for Dental School; even 2 weeks ago I still did not believe I’d make it this far, I put my all into my personal statement, UKCAT and BMAT purely because why give up just because the odds are against you? In my last tracking, which came out yesterday, I received an A grade for chemistry.

I still have depression and anxiety, I still don’t fully believe in myself, but one thing I’ve learnt is don’t let your mind convince you that you are going to fail! Almost every day, I think “what if you’re deluded? What if you’re nowhere near good enough?” But you’ve gotta push past that and do it anyway. I have built this ALL myself, I have proved to myself that I am good enough to succeed. You are too, just don’t let the doubts drown your dreams. You are the architect of your own success. if you want it, stop being afraid of failure and go get it.

A Friend Of A Friend, These Strangers At The Party Never Paid

summary: “I left phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are” AU

words: 12.7k

warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, alcohol/being drunk, lack of imagination as far as fic titles are concerned

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Can you believe this was meant to be 3k?? I honeslty don’t know what happened there. all I know is that I have five exams in less than three weeks that I should be revising for and instead did this. yikes I hope this was worth it. (also pray4me that I don’t fail everything) x

Also on the topic of exams the actual reason I wrote this now was bc I’m kinda not gonna be writing for a while because of Lovely responsibilities and school stuff and revision so I’m gonna leave yall with this before I’m off Working and doing fun stuff that adults do.

I hope this is ok!!

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Dan’s halfway through skipping History when he does it.

He doesn’t know why he did it – he really doesn’t, he was just kind of bored one afternoon and happened to be carrying a Sharpie and hey, it’d just be a laugh, right? In a school like this, what’s the worst that could come out of leaving his phone number on a cubicle wall?

His pen squeaks across the pale blue paint, already tainted with curse words and penis drawings and tipp-ex and “Call _____ for a good time ;)”. He supposes the caretakers have given up with trying to cover up the graffiti – there are still thin layers of paint and chipped plaster coating every inch of the stall walls, at least showing attempted coverage, but people had just written over them, scribbles of song lyrics and “never got caught” tattooing every inch of the previously blank walls. No amount of assemblies or threats of “whoever did this-“, inserts picture of something someone had written about the Maths teacher on the hall projector, “is seriously going to pay” from the head teacher had ever stopped anyone, so, really, what does Dan have to lose? Sure, they could trace the phone number, but that doesn’t prove anything – he could just as easily throw on the ‘innocent’ act and say it was his friend.

07843983276, he writes. He doesn’t sign it off with any comment, nor kisses, not even a smiley face let alone a winking one. He just leaves it there, in a kind-of conspicuous place just above eye-level on the right hand side of the door, eleven digits amidst many others.

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Adrien's Game IV: The Revenge

**Disclaimer and links to other parts of this series are at the bottom of this post.  If you see a text in bold and linked, it leads to another of my ramblings.**


You know those post-2000s remakes that give you the TMI version of a character’s back story? Yeah…y’all can blame (or thank) @luciemiddleford for giving me ideas.


In Horrificator (Revised):

  • The kids are doing a movie for REASONS and
  • Mylène and Adrien are playing the leads
  • how did they get her to agree to this btw?
  • she had to have known it was a horror movie, right?
  • RIGHT?
  • predictably, she gets scared
  • not of how handsome her lead is (which is understandable)
  • …of this
  • hey I’m not gonna judge; some people have a fear of luchadores
  • also I can tell you from personal experience that wearing a burlap sack on your head is itchy and smelly
  • …which makes Mylène’s smelly wolf song much more relevant…
  • …ANYway, Chloe opens her damn mouth
  • You know you’ve gone too far when the Sunshine Child calls you out on your bitchiness
  • Mylène is OUT you guys
  • Who’s gonna take her part?
  • Adrien: *hopeful look at Marinette*

Will Adrien finally catch a break?  Find out after the cut…

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Broadway

Anthony Ramos x Reader
Words: 604
Request: Can I ask for some fluffy Anthony x reader?Like the girl loves Hamilton but she only listened to the soundtrack so she can’t recognise anybody,she works in a cafe near Richard Rodgers and she’s in charge of music so she plays Ham and Ant comes there?          

I REALLY LOVE THIS REQUEST BUT I DON’T THINK I DID THIS JUSTICE
anyway, hi! hows your day? or night. I’m probably like being active too early… all my american friends are asleep cry.

my point of this note was that i have revision week next week and also exams after that, so the next two weeks will involve me not being incredibly active. like, i might write in advance and then add posts to my queue but idk how to work a queue so yeah.

enjoy! requests are open as usuaaaaal x

Originally posted by i-hope-that-you-burrn

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You were extremely relieved to walk into your work and find out that your manager had called in sick for the day. The job was hard enough as it was, but with your manager constantly breathing down the back of your neck and telling you that everything you did was wrong… you had nearly quit, many times.

You knew that as you were basically in charge for the day, you were able to choose the day’s music. You smiled, plugging your phone into the speakers and pressing play on the Hamilton soundtrack. You made sure to take the sadder songs off your playlist, moving to the door and turning the sign.

You had been working in the café for a few months now. It was situated in West 46th Street and 8th Avenue, meaning that you were close to the broadway productions that played a massive part in New York’s culture. You had never seen a show, as they were too expensive, but you had listened to all of them. Your favourite so far was Hamilton. The original cast recording was always on replay.

The soundtrack to your favourite musical seemed to make the day go quicker and easier. You were a few hours into your shift when it started to get quiet again. You grabbed your water bottle from under the bench, taking a quick sip and putting it back when you heard the sound of the door opening.

“Hi! How are you?” You said, smiling at the freckly man in front of you. He raised his eyebrow slightly, looking you up in down.

“I’m good, how are you?” he asked, pulling out his phone.

“Good, how can I help you today?” You asked, smiling when you heard Story Of Tonight Reprise come on.

“I was just wanting to get a few coffees. But I’ve been refused at the last few cafes I was at. How quickly can you make twenty coffees?” He asked.

“Do you have five minutes?” You asked, grabbing a notepad.

“Yeah, easy,” He replied. You passed him the notepad and a pen.

“Just like, get your order down and then let me know when you’re ready,” You replied, smiling cheerily.

“Of course,” He replied, starting to write his order down.

“Have you got a meeting or something to go to?” You asked, adding his order into the cash register.

“Oh, no. Just an uncaffeinated cast,” He replied, handing you the notebook back.

“Nice,” She replied, starting on the coffees.

“Is this your music?” He asked, leaning against the bench.

“Yeah. Well, usually my manager chooses what we play, but today she’s away, so I get control of the speakers,” You replied, finishing the first few coffees.

“Do you work here often?” He asked.

“Yeah, I have daily shifts. Pays the bills, you know?” You replied, starting to fold the cup holders.

“So Hamilton, huh?”

“It’s a work of art. I’ve never heard anything like it before, and I’ve listened to a lot of Broadway shows.”

“You should come see it sometime,” He suggested. You chuckled quietly.

“I don’t have that kind of money.” You put the cups into the cardboard holders, pushing them towards him. “That’ll be seventy dollars.” He slid the money into your hand, smiling.

“My name’s Anthony by the way, you probably know me better as John Laurens and Phillip. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You froze up slightly, your eyes widening. “I-uh….,” You blushed.

“Come by the Richard Rodgers sometime soon. Good coffee, by the way.” He smiled, dropping a tip into the jar and leaving.

“Oh, uh, thank you!” You called after him, blushing wildly.

5 things to do at the end of a semester

Reorganize your desk and your computer

Whether you’re out of school for 3 months or just a couple of days, cleaning out your desk is the first thing you should do. Put the textbooks away and rearrange everything : you won’t think about school as much and it’ll most likely be relaxing. And don’t forget about your computer ! Delete the unnecessary documents and reorganize your files.

Store your notes and your exams

Buy a big binder or a folder and put all of your revision guides/flashcards/notes/etc in it. I don’t recommend ever getting rid of your old notes because you never know if you’ll need them later down the line. Also, if you have some of your exams, put them in there. They might come in handy someday !

Think about what you did

Think about your semester : what you did right and what you did wrong. Could you have studied more ? Should you have started your essay earlier ? Did you like your classes ? Your schedule ? Ask yourself some questions and use the answer to prep for next semester.

Start prepping

Make lists (things you’ll need to buy, things you want to work on), research planners and printables, buy some school supplies, try out some study schedules and new techniques (mind maps, apps, cornell notes). It’s never too early to start preparing for your next semester !

Treat yourself

Give yourself a break. Watch some netflix, eat some cookies, sleep in, stop drinking coffee for a few days, go buy yourself a new dress, do whatever makes you feel better !

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14/05/2016

I had work today and I’m quite ill so I haven’t done much in terms of studying, but I did manage to compile a file of all the past AQA fp3 polar coordinates questions before work, so I’m just working through that now. Hopefully I can finish most of the questions today and then go over some other topics tomorrow. Only 4 days left till my FP3 exam now… 😥

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[ July 31 2016 ]
I honestly can’t believe it’s already the end of July… where did all the time go?
My last bullet journal ran out so I’m using a squared a5 muji notebook for August! I’m excited to use this bcos I don’t have to spend tons of time drawing straight lines HAHHAHA pro-tip: never get a blank notebook.

I’m going on a semi-hiatus starting tomorrow bcos I wanna focus on studying and revising more. I’ve got trials at the end of August.

Hoping August will be a good month for everyone so work hard!!!

Doing some calculus revision by looking at MIT opencourseware. I did so bad on my calculus test that I cried myself to sleep but this morning I’m determined to fix my mistakes and get back to my old and ambitious self who was so fascinated with numbers. I hope this motivates all of you to improve yourself everyday life.

the little study/organization guide for lazy students

I decided to write this post for those people who don’t have that much motivation to study all day. Even though you’re not that motivated, here you’ll find a minimun of things you can do every day/week/month/trimester/semester that will help you keep organized!

So, the least you should do…

EVERY DAY

  • Do your homework!

I don’t think that’s a secret, but doing your homework helps you knowing if you understood the subject or not, and it’s also a way of revising what you did in class.

  • Clean your workspace!

Even if you don’t have a lot to organize. A clean workspace often makes you feel more at ease, and this way you can actually find your things.

  • Organize your notes!

You should organize every note you took on class when you arrive at home, so later, when you need them to revise, they’ll already be there. Usually I take notes in messily because my teachers speak so fast, so when I arrive at home I rewrite them so I can understand easily later on when I need them.

EVERY WEEK

  • Organize your binders/folders!

Throw away papers you don’t need anymore and add important ones you’ve placed somewhere else. It’ll help you keep organized!

  • Revise!

You can do this twice a week as well, if you feel you need it. Even if you’re not studying for any kind of exam, once a week you should choose a subject and do a big revision: study the most recent arguments making flashcards, summaries, quizzes or any other technique you usually use when you study.

EVERY MONTH

  • Buy new pens/pencils!

Of course, only if you need it. Usually I need more black/blue pens and pencils, but it’s all up to you.

  • Update your calendar!

Write the new important dates: exams, appointments, goals…

EVERY SEMESTER/TRIMESTER

  • New stationery!

When there’s a new semester or trimester I need to buy a few things so I don’t need to ask people to borrow everything once school starts again. Most people need new notebooks for subjects like maths and physics, which make the notebooks end faster.

  • Do a big revision!

Revise every subject so you can remember all the things your forgot while on vacation! Usually I only do this with chemistry, physics and maths but again, it’s up to you!

+ bonus tip:

  • Buy a planner!

That is, if you don’t have one. A planner helps you knowing the work you need to get done for a certain day and it’s where you’ll write important dates.

xx

I hope this post can help! Please tell me if there’s anything you find important that I didn’t write so I can add it :)

cybergoo  asked:

hi! sorry if this has been asked before, i couldn't find anything in your faq tag lol ^^;; but i was wondering what /exactly/ did you do when you worked on chowder. did you just watch over everyone and make sure everything was running smoothly or what? thanks for taking the time to answer this question, love your art! 💟

As an executive producer, everything gets filtered through me. On Chowder I oversaw all the aspects of production, including the writing, boarding, design, recording, & post production. I was in charge of shaping the stories. I did a lot of revisions on the boards, reworking scenes. I gave notes on character designs. The first season was especially taxing. But that was so I could make sure the show turned out the way I wanted it to be.

I do the same stuff on Harvey Beaks, but I can delegate a lot more because we have a bigger staff. It helps relieve a lot of the pressure.

My role is to have a vision for the show and keep all the departments moving in the correct direction towards that vision. It involves a lot of communication and quick problem solving. Then I hope and pray it all comes together the way i envisioned it. 

Then I get to watch as the network does absolutely nothing with all that hard work. Oh Joy! Still it’s a cool (if not heartbreaking) job.

Joji X reader - Speak to me.

Joji x reader - Speak to me.
A/N the request is below boi. Sorry for slow updates, I’ve been applying for colleges and revising for mocks lol. See end note for any translations. Fem reader
REQUEST - Joji and reader are best friends and teaching each other the second language they know like Japanese and Spanish or something and they both say I love you with out them knowing.


After days of relentless mithering from George, you finally agreed to teach him some phrases in your mother tongue ; after all, you did sort of want to learn some Japanese.
“Okay, what do you want to know?” You asked him gently, your accent edging the words ever so slightly.
“I don’t know say anything. ” He replied, gazing at you while resting on his hand. Secretly, you had been in love with George for a long time, you were not able to pin point when it happened but now you were sure that he had ignited something in you that wasn’t likely to be extinguished any time soon.
“Okay, hello,how are you? Is ‘Hola Como estas?” You told him, sounding alot more like a teacher than a friend.
“Homo an ass?” He chuckled, pushing his hair back.
“Como estas.” “Homo an ass.” “shut up George.”
You pretended that you found his teasing irritating but in reality you were glad of the attention from the Asian boy.
“Okay, say something random. ” George demanded, waving his free hand at you.
“Te amo y amo tu estúpido cabello negro y bromas tontas*” You confess, a look of endearment swallowing your features. He frowned for a second as fear engulfed you ; the fear of him finding out what you said was bad enough never mind if he chose to reject you.
“Uh anyway, teach me some Japanese, jap boy.” You shrugged off his confused glares.
“Okay, obviously hello is konnichiwa,” He started, laughing along with every syllable “ and how are you is 'Ogenkidesuka’ ” The way his voice dropped when he spoke in another language drove you wild.

JOJIS POV
Y/n giggled as I spoke in Japanese, occasionally wiggling my eyebrows at her in order to make that adorable giggle come pouring from her lips. I was such a pussy for her.
“Okay, now you say something random.” She copied my past words, shoving the arm my chin was resting on.
“Kimi no koto ga sukida kimi ni muchūda*” I said, admitting my feeling for her finally. I’m glad she couldn’t understand me, shed never love me back.

TRANLATIONS
Te amo y amo tu estúpido cabello negro y bromas tontas - I love you and I love your stupid black hair and silly jokes.
Kimi no koto ga sukida kimi ni muchūda ( 君
のことが好きだ・君に夢中だ ) - I love you and I am crazy for you.

A/N ITS SO FORCED BYE

12 hours, 8 Minutes, 22 Seconds // Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Originally posted by merry7

Pairing: Bambam x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: 15 Ways To Say ‘I Love You,’ Way 8: “I miss you so much.”

Author’s Note: I Am sO SOft fOR KUNpimoOK bHuwaKuL

xoxo Sara


It had been only about a month since Bambam had gone on tour, having to leave you behind due to the massive amounts of schoolwork you needed to finish, all the while keeping an eye on Coco, as Mark and Youngjae had trusted you with her.

You sat in your bed most days, books upon books laid out in front of you while you revised, Coco sitting your lap napping as she usually did, with your phone on your bedside table, hoping for no distractions to come.

But for Kunpimook, It was late where he was. He had spent the first half of his day practicing the new dances Yugyeom had choreographed on their way to Manila, and the second half actually performing there. He had no chance to sleep, he barely ate, and he hadn’t even thought about his phone all day. He felt his heart ache every time he thought about the texts you must have sent him early this morning–or late last night for you– and how you must have been frightened with the fact that he hadn’t taken the time to answer.

Kunpimook had finally gotten off of the stage and finished each event after for the fans, his stomach growling as he searched for food to nibble on quickly. He had gone into his bag and pulled out a granola bar, knowing that once they had gotten back to the hotel that they would be able to order room service.

Meanwhile, you sat on your bed revising all night, your eyes shutting every other minute from the gentle rise and fall of your tummy, your head slightly lulling to the side each and every time you felt your eyelids become too heavy But you were determined to stay up. You had to study for your upcoming mid-year exams, ones you needed to pass in order to get nice grades this marking period.

You stayed up until around two in the morning revising, when you had finally felt that you had done enough for the night. You sighed, pushing your textbooks closed and placing them on the side of your bed, while Coco jumped out of your lap and curled up onto a pillow you had set out for her. Without Kunpimook there, Coco had become your cuddle buddy.

You had thought about how he hadn’t texted you all day, and you began to get worried. Was he alright?

Kunpimook felt a pain in his heart, a pain where his love for you usually sat. He couldn’t deny how much he missed you. He had missed you so much, even the boys had began to notice. He wasn’t his usual hyper, happy self when he was out with the boys. Of course, he was like that when they were on stage, but he couldn’t hide his emotions when with the others.

“Bambam,” Yugyepm mumbled lowly, rubbing his eye as he watched his friend rummage through the fridge of the hotel room they were sharing, “Are you alright?”

Bambam looked up at Yugyeom with doe eyes, a piece of bread in his mouth and a bunch of other treats in his arms. He nodded slightly, eyes quickly moving away from his friend as Yugyeom went to walk to the couch.

“Why are you up?” Bambam managed to mumble, putting some of the food items back in the fridge while taking the food out of his mouth, “It’s pretty late.”

“Because I wanted to sleep in the living room, and give you alone time in the room.”

Bambam raised an eyebrow, taking the bread and a water bottle into his hands, “Why…?”

“Because you miss (Y/N), and you know I can’t sleep when you’re on the phone so you haven’t called her in a while. So i’m going to let you talk on the phone with her all night so you can be happy again.”

You had finally felt yourself drifting to sleep, the lights in your small apartment all turned off as Coco slept peacefully beside you. But, before you were able to drift off completely, you felt the side of your bed vibrate. You opened your eyes and reached over, letting a soft yawn out before looking at the screen. Kunpimook’s face had brightened up your screen as the phone continued to ring, signalling the call you were receiving was from him. You couldn’t help but smile even through your tiredness, your heart fluttering softly at the thought of him. Was he finally home now? Had he eaten?

“Bambi,” you answered softly, your pet name for him enough to make him smile at the other end, “Hi.”

“Jagiya,” he mumbled, “i’m sorry, it’s almost four over there isn’t it? Did I wake you?”

“A little,” you rubbed your eyes slightly, laying on your side as you curled up, “But, it’s fine. Why are you calling so late, Bambi?”

“Because…” You heard him sigh on the other end of the phone, a sniffle coming through straight after, “I miss you. I miss you so much.”

“Bambi,” you mumbled, feeling your heart break softly at the thought of him crying because he had missed you, “Don’t cry, okay? I miss you too.. I miss you a whole lot.”

“I’m not crying,” Kunpimook mumbled, trying to play it off as if he weren’t, which made you smile, “i’m fine. I just, miss my baby. That’s all.”

“Well, talk to me baby,” You spoke softly into the phone, holding it up against your ear and closing your eyes. Suddenly, when you heard his soft breathing, it was almost as if he were right in bed next to you. It made you feel closer to him.

He had began to tell you about his day, all of the interesting things he had done with the boys, making you giggle and roll your eyes at their silly antics, while also telling you about the feeling he got when he went on stage, and how the fans made him feel so comfortable. He kept on talking to you until he had ran out of things to talk about.

“Jagiya,” he chuckled, “You should come here with me someday. Like, on a vacation or something.”

“Mhm,” you felt your body become heavy as your eyelids stayed close, the blanket around you feeling much more warm and soft than it did before.

“Are you getting sleepy, princess?” He smiled against the phone as he curled up into bed as well as he thought about how the sun must be rising at this time for you. He looked outside and smiled at the stars. Even when he was apart from you, knowing he was under the same sky as you was enough.

You let out a soft, but audible grunt, so tired you could barely open your mouth.

“I’ll let you go then, okay?”

“No,” you whispered, gripping the phone tightly, “Stay on the phone with me, please.”

His heart fluttered at your request, a smile rising on his lips as he closed his eyes and imagined you next to him as you did before, the thought comforting him enough that he knew he’d be able to sleep.

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

You both had seemed to get the best sleep you had gotten in a while, and even when you woke, you didn’t end the phonecall; hearing his soft snore reminded you of how it was like in the morning with him, and it made getting through your studying so much easier. And when he woke and began to hear your humming, it reminded him of the same, and he couldn’t help but smile.

21/11/16
I haven’t posted for about two weeks, mainly because I’ve had so many tests! I had my grade five theory exam, which I’m pretty sure I passed(yay) and I just found out I got silver in the maths challenge!!
I’ve also got my c1 mock results back, and I got 89%, which is great as I did no revision, and today I got back my chemistry and physics tests. I got 27/50 in chemistry, which was kind of average, and 24/40 in physics, which I’m kind of disappointed by but the test was really hard and I missed several lessons. Also I did an m1 test last week and I should get my results back on Thursday!!

Runaway Part 2

Sister Winchester - Runaway Part 2

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Sister Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister Reader

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

Word Count: 2574

Episode Inspo: What is and What Should Never Be: Season 2, Episode 20

Warnings: just one death of a monster

Summary: You save Sam and Dean’s asses once again by absolute coincidence of being at the right place at the right time. As a result you can finally return home

A/N: SORRY IF I SPELT DIJINN INCORRECTLY, I wasn’t to sure of how exactly to spell it hehehe. Other than that this one is a bit of a long one and I hope I did an alright job just seeing how many of you guys liked the original. You can thank  spacelordofallthingsspacey for asking me for continuing the story and helping me have some idea where to take it in part 2. I might not be writing for a while because I will be busy with exam revision and exams. However I promise i’ll jump writing another asap. Love you all, sorry for my rookie writing and grammar skills. xx 

PART 1

Originally posted by deep-abidinglove

*Y/N POV*

You gripped the blood tipped knife in your clenched fist as you stalked towards the large abandoned warehouse. Like usual, people had been disappearing. It wasn’t werewolves, shifters, demons or vampires in this town but rather a dijinn that was responsible for the kidnappings. Thus why you were approaching the warehouse, where they the dijinn was likely to be hiding. 

You pushed the heavy door open, as it’s rusty and discoloured latches squeaked in protest. You silently stepped through the small opening and creeped into the dijinn’s lair alone. But that was fine because you did everything alone as you didn’t have anybody else. Being a Runaway had its ups and downs. You enjoyed the freedom of your independence but you missed the company, especially of your brothers. You wondered about them as you wandered through the halls. You were in fact wearing Sammy’s flannel which you stole. His smell had disappointingly left the fabric fibres and was masked by your own. The same went for the top of Dean’s which you also took. The musky smell of gun powder and whiskey had left and so was some of your memories of them. Not in large ways, but more in the ways you forget the sound of loved one’s voice or their laugh in the morning. You had just passed the three-year mark of not seeing your brothers, making you now 19. Sometimes you wished you had turned around and ran back to them or just stayed in the first place. At the end of the day you knew it was the right choice for you to become a Runaway.
You pushed through one last door to find a large open room with high ceilings. On the far side of the room you recognised five of the missing persons from their photos and quickly ran to remove the needles from their necks as well as cutting them loose from their restraints. You worked down the line of victims, gently laying them on the ground when you were done. You got to the sixth victim and lifted his drooping head up to remove the needle lodged in his neck, but instead you gasped and fell to your knees in shock when you recognised him, not from the missing persons’ photos but from your own past.

*Sam’s POV*

Sam sits with his peers who also wear black scholar robes with matching graduation hats. The sky is a surreal blue and the lawn was immaculately green and trimmed. His peers sit up straight as the names of their cohort are read out to the applauding crowd. From Anderson to Brown to Clarke the list of last names file down alphabetically before reaching Williams, Wilson and finally Winchester. Jess grins widely in pride as she leans over and gives Sam a quick kiss. Their hands meet and Sam’s thumb rubs over the silver engagement ring which lays on her dainty fingers. Pulling himself away from his fiancé, Sam stands and shuffles through the pews of his peers before walking to the stage and up the small flight of stairs. This moment of happiness and pride marks his features as he shakes hands with the Headmaster and receives his diploma with honours. He looks out into the crowd and spots his over enthusiastic and sharp looking family. Dean’s hair is combed and he is also cleanly shaven. Dean’s eyes twinkle as he claps proudly at his brother’s achievements. Sam couldn’t help but notice how nicely he brushed up as he wore a pair of chinos and a navy jacket, over an iron blue plaid shirt and tie. Next to him, Mary smiles behind her camera whilst taking a photo of Sam receiving his diploma before waving proudly at her youngest boy. John’s arm is draped around Mary’s shoulders as he too waves and cheers at his son. Lastly Sam’s meets your dazzling Y/E/C eyes as you stand next to your father. You whistle, clap and cheer whilst wearing a flowy white dress with your hair down and held back with a headband, something Sam never thought he’d see you wear but thought it looked lovely on you. Sam couldn’t have been happier in this moment. He had his whole family back safe and in support of him trying out the apple-pie life. He had his beautiful fiancé with him as well and now both were prestigious graduates of Harvard. Everything was perfect, everything was at peace. He looked back to his headmaster to be shocked when he saw a battered and bruised Dean standing in the distance. Dean’s mouth moved around silent words which couldn’t reach Sam as Dean waved his arms around in concern and warning. A chill ran up Sam’s spine as his eyes darted back to his family where the well dressed and proud Dean was still standing and continued to cheer in a rhythmic and continuous pattern. Sam’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he tried to come to some rational conclusion why there were two Dean’s at his graduation. It must be a trick of his mind, Sam thought, probably an imagination caused by the energy of the moment, he concluded nodding his head and centring himself with a steady breath. He turned his head back to where the battered Dean had been thinking he would have now disappeared, but that wasn’t the case. Dean was still standing with sad eyes and a pale complexion. Next thing Sam felt was as if he had been pulled backwards by some unknown body or force. But when he hit the supposedly solid stage he fell through it as it was tissue paper.

Through the darkness Sam wakes up with his head resting on the counter of a familiar motel room. He lifts his head as paper’s stick to his sweaty face to see Dean’s concerned face staring ahead, “Dean I just had the weirdest dream-“

“I’m sorry Dad I didn’t mean to… I just wasn’t thinking… I didn’t want to see you get hurt.” Sam saw as your 16-year-old self, followed theirfather into the living room of the rented motel room. Before John turned on his heel to face you, “You do as I say Y/N. Always. When I tell you to hide, you hide not jump out of your spot and play bait! Are you stupid? Taking on three vamps is way out of your skill level. If your brothers didn’t catch up to you, you would have been dead meat, you understand?”. Sam remembered that hunt and how well you performed. He was so proud with your natural talent. You had definitely saved your Dad’s, Sam’s and Dean’s asses on that hunt.

“Oh my God!…Sammy? Sammy!…Sammy wake up!…please c’mon please…I can’t lose you like this, not when I just found you again” a disembodied pleading voice which Sam recognised belonging to you, echoed around the memory and made Sam jump in his seat. The voice was older and deeper, a little broken and it choked up when it said Sam’s name. But even in the intense atmosphere of the motel room, the voice didn’t seem to affect you, John or Dad. The memory continued as before of you fighting with your father when it was interrupted again by your disembodied voice, “Please Sammy…Please wake up… alright this is going to hurt, sorry Sammy”. John swung his arm back before thrusting it forward and slapping the younger version of you in the face as Sam felt the same sharp snapping sting lace his face as well. Sam fell through the pain and into the darkness once again as he felt his now hot cheek. He knew he had landed in a new place once again but this time he felt so drained and weak. Sam’s eyes were heavy when he heard your voice again, “Sammy? Oh thank goodness, that worked, it’s okay I got you now. Just try and stay awake I’ll get you home soon…Sammy it’s me, Y/N… I got you now”. Through Sam’s numb mind, he thought that your voice seemed a little clearer than last time. As if it wasn’t being spoken through a glass window anymore but rather as if you were right in front of him. Sam didn’t want to accept the newest stage in his dream in this new landscape. You had always been his greatest weakness and he thought he would surely break if he accepted you were there just for you to be pulled from your side for a second time. However, he willed his eyes open and a concerned image of you swam in his vision.
Your eyes searched Sam’s in disbelief. What were the odds, of all the towns to be in, of all the monsters, of all the hunts you could be on, it had to be the one which allowed you to save your brother just in time. A loud crashing and commotion came from behind you as you saw Sam’s eyes bulged as the reflection of the dijinn responsible in Sam’s state appeared in his eyes. With an almighty force, you were hit away from Sam’s side by the dijinn. You slid across the concrete flooring and stopped when you crashed into some metal shelving. You bring one hand up to wipe the blood seeping from you busted lip as your eyes pan the room and stops when you spot an unconscious battered and bruised Dean lying face down on the floor. Fury crashed over you, running from your brain to each nerve in your body. You felt electric like the night in the hotel room, “How dare you raise a hand to my brothers…If you lay a hand on me or them ever again and I’ll make damn sure it’s the last thing you do.”, you warned the dijinn. Sam watched in fear as the dijinn just cocked his head a smirked before launching himself at you. You gripped the blade strongly as you pushed the leaping dijinn to the ground before stabbing the blade through it’s skin. A couple electric blue flashes fade until nothing as the dijinn’s heart stops.

You loosen your grip on the blade and pull your hand away from it. The blade stays in its position like the time you had stabbed the knife into the counter top between your father’s fingers. You then sprinted towards the lying Dean and turned him over so he laid on his back. You lightly shook him, “Dean-o, Hey can you hear me?”. Dean was pale and grimy much like Sam. Dean must have figured out that the two of them were under the dijinn’s control and somehow woken himself up. It looks like he was the cause of the crashed from the commotion before as he tried to take on the dijinn in his incredibly weak state. Dean’s eyes fluttered lazily open as you watched the green orbs focus on you Y/E/C ones. Shock spread over his face when he recognised you, creasing his forehead, “Y/N?” Dean voice quaked, he didn’t want to get his hopes up if it wasn’t you. “Who else would save both your asses for a second time” you chuckled in response. You couldn’t believe you had found your brothers again. You had missed them from the minute you had left that night. You knew your paths would cross again and you were so glad that they finally did. Dean’s head rested back on the ground as he sighed and chuckled in relief. Then uncharacteristically and surprisingly his emotions changed and he brought a hand up to cover his eyes as he pressed his lips into a hard line to stop them from wobbling. The tears ran down the corner of Dean’s eyes and collected the dirt littering his face as the sobs started to escape out his throat. You couldn’t help the tears as they welled and fell from your own eyes. You cried because you were so happy to find your own brothers but also from seeing Dean in pain. Hearing your sobs, Dean pushed himself up from the ground and onto his knees. He enveloped you in his hurried and strong embrace. You hid your face in the nook of Dean’s neck and inhaled that familiar scent that you had missed for so long. Dean held you like he thought you were going to slip from him again. Dean’s hand held the back of your head and patted it soothingly whilst pressing kisses into the side of your head. He never wanted to let you go, he had been away from you for too long to let that happen again. You leaned back and grasped Dean’s face with two of your soft hands as you smiled widely with tears streaming down your cheeks. You just stared at each in disbelief and laughed at good fortune in this fateful reunion. Finally, you pulled away from Dean and stood to diel 911. Afterwards you retrieved your knife and disposed of the dijinn’s body, the sound of sirens just started to be heard. Paramedics lifted the victims onto stretchers and out of the warehouse. You followed Sam and Dean being carried away and held their hands tightly as they continued to stare at you in disbelief that you were there.
With fluids given and their gashes cleaned and sewed up, you helped your brothers into the impala. Dean shouted shotgun first so that’s where you placed him in the car. You fussed around and made sure he was comfortable. A groggy and drugged up Dean responded with a simple thankyou smiling with heavy eyelids as he gripped your hand tightly.
Then you guided Sam over to the car and laid him in the back seats. His long legs remained bent but you also tried to make him as comfortable as possible. Whilst you placed a pillow behind his head,  Sam looked at you intensely with puppy dog eyes, as if he couldn’t believe you were real still. It made you feel self-conscious, “What are you staring at” you chuckled concerned as you tucked a blanket corner around one side of Sam. Sam’s eyebrows knitted, “I’m trying to take as much of you in before I fall backwards again”, Sammy sighed, “The dreams I keep having have a pattern, just as everything is peaceful and perfect I’m taken away and fall into darkness.” Sam was high on pain killers but you could tell he was still struggling with this internal conflict, “Sammy” you sighed,
“I can assure you this isn’t a dream anymore, I killed the dijinn responsible” you soothed reaching over Sam to tuck the other corner of the blanket around his waist, “Please Sammy you know I’ll always be there to save your ass and catch you before you fall.” You smiled. Sam processed this and sighed in relief resting his head back and smiling knowing you were righ, “You better stick around then”. You smiled and leant over and placed a light kiss on Sam’s forehead, “Well I think I will have to seeing you boys always run into trouble.” The three of you laughed as you slid into the driver’s seat, “Let’s go home” Dean huffed as you pulled away from the curb. You had spent years trying to find or create a home for yourself but now as the pair of your brothers slipped into a slumber you couldn’t help but smile finally knowing you had returned home once again.