hey guys! talking from personal experience, this time of year can be super scary for anybody looking to move into the job world. whether you’re graduating soon and need to look for full time work, looking for summer internships or placements, or just looking to get a part time job to make some money over the summer, a solid cv is crucial. so i’m gonna share some of my tips below, i work in advertising, i’ve worked most of my career in sales, and even though i’m still fresh to the working world i hope i can give you guys some employment tips!
ok, so you need to put your contact details at the top of the page, name, phone number, email address, post code and sometimes nationality are all important to get out of the way first
if you have your degree grade, or expected grade, put education at the top. list your grade and the dates you studied at uni, and the grades, dates and subjects that you studied to a high level when you left school. this is less important for part time jobs so i would probably put it below the next section in those circumstances
past experience is next. list everywhere you’ve ever worked, whether it was a proper paid job, helping out at local events, tutoring, anything that can give insight into your skills and your character. put a couple bullet points for each job, explaining the tasks you did and what you learnt from them. the most important thing is to emphasise what skills you have and how you’ve proven them in the past.
i put other experience next, generally just volunteering, if you held a responsibility role in your school you can put that here too
skills & interests should be another section, talking about your non work related skills (but still relating these back to working). so for me, i talk about my creative hobbies like writing and music, which are important when applying for creative industries like advertising. i also talk about teaching myself arabic and adobe creative suite because languages are useful, design skills are useful, and most crucially taking initiative and embracing opportunities to learn are essential in any job that wants to see you grow
other people applying for the same jobs as you will not be handing in a 100% truthful cv. you don’t have to lie, and you shouldn’t ever ever lie on your cv because it’s not worth getting caught out. however, you’d be smart to jazz it up a bit.
every task you’ve undertaken in your life has taught you something, no matter how small. think about every job related thing you’ve ever done and think of a way to make it sound special.
for instance, i manually alphabetically organised a directors business cards during an internship. it was beyond boring. yet, now i talk about being a crucial support for the team, how i took initiative in collating their contacts into a brand new filing system to increase productivity speed. any dumb task can be chatted up.
sales is all about confidence, confidence, confidence. you have to believe you are a great candidate, it’ll come across in your writing
keep it to one page, max 2 if you’ve had a lot of previous roles. nobody wants to read that much. if it’s looking a bit long try reformatting to keep it all looking neat and succinct.
send it as a pdf, not as a word document. keeps it looking professional.
now, cover letters can be a real pain. i would suggest writing different ones for each application, even though making a generic one and editing it is easier. it’s worth it to show that you give a shit.
actually, all that really matters is giving a shit. talk about how great you are, and about how much you have to offer that they need in their company. you can phrase it in a non arrogant fashion, but at the end of the day a job application isn’t the place for humility.
talk about the company, talk about why you like it and why you want to be there. if you’re applying to a small company definitely chat about how great you think the business is, because chances are the people who run the company will actually see it. people who have their own company LOVE to hear people talk about loving their company and their idea.
all that really matters
be genuine, be passionate, be enthusiastic about the role, about the company and about yourself.
stay calm and focused on your goals, and believe in yourself and your abilities. don’t be afraid of being great, and don’t be afraid of letting people know it.
i really hope these could be of use to anybody, if there’s any tips you guys need for job huting let me know, i’ve done a lot of it!
Hello wonderful people! I just want to share some of my favorite studying methods and add a personal review about it. Hope you guys like it!
I. Note Taking
a. Flashcards + Doodles I associate things with some doodles that’ll make sense to me personally. Sometimes, I make puns on things I need to remember so that I can recall them easily. This really helps me since I tend to forget things easily.
b. Lecture notes + Drawings Since I’m a visual learner, I draw things on corner by corner of the paper and write information beside them! I also color-code terms or the topic itself to make myself remember things easily. It became helpful to me on memorizing rules on my Research I subject and as well as some terms on Statistics and Probability!
c. Personalized note taking system My note taking system is kind of similar to Cornell note taking system. I fold my paper into half, mostly the left side’s wider than the right side (but I also do it on the other way). On the right side, I put graphs, formulas, charts and other important information. Meanwhile, I put the key points and notes on the left side or the explanation of the presented graph/formula/chart. I adapted this method recently and I’m loving it!
II. Recording I record myself teaching my chosen topic. Mostly, I address it to myself since I like to talk to myself in second person’s point of view. I also like to add puns or personal remarks about a certain thing. The negative thing about this is that it is time-consuming (sometimes a broad topic can last up to 30 minutes) but it helps me to understand things if I really can’t grasp the concept that well. During my free time at school, I listen to my recordings like an audio book or a podcast. It’s quite entertaining to me, I’m not lying, haha. This became helpful to me on my exams and quizzes.
So these are my favorite studying methods! If you want to try them, just go for it! Happy studying!
Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)
The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.
“Hello?” You said quietly.
“Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.
“Uh… yeah, why?” You asked.
“Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.
“Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.
“Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.
Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?
“Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.
“Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.
You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.
Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.
You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.
Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.
Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.
If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.
You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.
This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.
“Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.
“Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.
“Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.
“Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.
With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.
Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.
She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.
“You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.
You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.
You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.
“Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.
“Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something… that’s fine,” you told him.
“I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.
“S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.
“Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.
When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.
You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.
“Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”
“No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.
“Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.
“It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”
“It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”
“Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.
“I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.
“Would you like to hear it?” He asked.
“Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.
“Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.
“True,” you nodded.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.
Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.
“Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”
“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.
You nodded with a laugh.
About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.
“Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.
“Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”
“Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.
“Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”
“Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.
“This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.
“I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.
“Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.
That came out of the fucking blue.
“Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”
“Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.
“Sorry,” you sighed.
“No, no, I understand,” he said.
“What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there… “ he suggested.
“He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.
“That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.
“It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.
You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.
“Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”
“Sure, sounds great,” you said.
The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.
Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch?
Honestly, whatever the reason didn’t matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot.
When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you.
“Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway.
“No problem,” he said.
You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water.
“So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you.
“Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head.
“Neither do I,” Harry laughed.
You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,”
“We can do that,” Nick smirked.
“How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked.
“Professionally, almost four years,” you answered.
“Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked.
“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged.
“Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked.
“It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed.
“None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?”
“I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed.
“Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked.
“Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged.
“Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you.
“I hope so,” you smiled.
After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours.
“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said.
“Are you sure?” You said.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk.
You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s.
Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars.
“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car.
“Do what?” You asked confused.
“Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?”
“Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.”
“You do?” you said. “For like an interview?”
“No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked.
“Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier…” you said.
“I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot.
You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public…”
Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.”
He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back.
“Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said.
“I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled.
“Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked.
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said.
“Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave.
“See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars.
He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile.
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: It’s been a week since I posted an update on UK. This story may seem boring right now, but trust me it will get better. If you want to be tagged please tell me. :)
The next day you woke up in a startle when you realized it was 10:45. James said he’d pick you up around noon. You didn’t want to consider it to be a date, but the only friend you had was Emma and you really needed to make friends. He did say it was a neighborly gesture. It’s just lunch after all.
After a quick shower, waltzed back into your room to find something to wear. The steam from the bathroom had seeped from the open windows, relinquishing the room from the hot vapor. You slipped on a skirt and a black long sleeved shirt, finishing it all off with a pair of black boots. You tied your Y/H/C hair up into a high ponytail. By the time you were done, the clock had struck noon.
For the next ten minutes, you paced back and forth in your small living room. You constantly checked the clock, growing more anxious when the feeling of dread began to creep onto you. You came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to pick you up. You were about to release your hair from the ponytail when the doorbell rang. After a considerate amount of time, you went to answer it.
James stood behind the door, looking apologetic. He wore a dark blue dress shirt that stretched tightly across his broad chest. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his black pants. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his forearms. His hair now framed his face.
“I am so sorry for being so late,” he began. “I got a business call and I’m afraid it ran on a bit longer than expected.”
You smiled, “No worries. Shall we?”
He nodded and waited for you close your door before walking beside you towards his car. It was a beautiful gray Ferrari. You’ve only ever seen cars like those in movies and magazines. You tried to hide your amazement, but utterly failed and James laughed at your reaction. He opened the door for you and you gladly stepped inside. The interior was as beautiful as the outside.
“Where to?” You asked James once he got in the car.
“There’s this amazing rooftop restaurant with a view of the city,” He explained. “Very exclusive as well, hard to get in.”
“So how are we getting in?” You asked.
“The owners owe me a favor,” He smiled and sped off down the street.
The drive into the city was absolutely mesmerizing. Your neck was craned as you looked up, trying to see the top of the skyscrapers. Your head was constantly turning. It was all so overwhelming, so much to see but so little time. James was speeding through the streets. Heads turned in your direction when they heard the engine’s roar. You sunk low into your seat from the unwanted attention.
“When I first moved here I was just the same,” James spoke up. “So enthralled by the city for the first time. I can take you to all the nice places of the city.” He paused and ran his fingers through his hair. “How’s work anyhow? Any interesting stories?”
You snorted, “Yeah! I wrote a story about a kid with a mole shaped like Jesus.” You frowned. “I’m gonna need a hell of a story for Mr. Cole to take me seriously.”
“It’ll get better,” James added.
“Mr. Barnes!” The woman behind the desk smiled. She wore a traditional kimono and bowed her head at us. “Glad to have you back!”
James bowed respectfully and took the woman’s hands in his, “hello, Aki.”
“Who is this beautiful young woman?” She smiled brightly at you.
James extended a hand towards you, “This is Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled and bowed. He turned to Aki again, “Table for two, please.”
She smiled before grabbing two menus, leading you to the tables. The walls were glass, giving a 360-degree view of the skyline. Soft music played through the speakers, providing some sort of sound the room. James pulled the seat back for you, like a gentleman. You thanked him and picked up your menu. Your eyes scanned all the food you did not recognize, underneath the English text, was a foreign language you also did not recognize.
“Is this Korean?” You asked.
“Japanese,” James corrected. “Aki’s family owns this restaurant. All Japanese food with a Japanese staff. Aki is very proud of her ethnicity.”
You took this time to scan the room. There was a grand fountain. The water fell quietly along the wall before rolling into the pool. It extended towards the tables, the water offering a soft serenity of silence. Lotus flowers floated on the water, along with koi fish. Your lips parted in amazement when your eyes fell onto the cherry blossom tree. The pink flowers bloomed and radiated as the sunlight touched them through the glass.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” James spoke up.
You nodded, “I wouldn’t even be able to step inside this place if it weren’t for you. It’s amazing.”
Before James could say anything, a waiter approached us. You ordered the drinks and left before returning with them. With James’ help, you were able to order a dish that he recommended to be the best thing on the menu.
“James,” You began.
“Call me Bucky,” He said.
You smiled, “Bucky, thank you for taking me out for lunch. I really appreciate your kindness. You’re probably one of the most hospitable soul I’ve met since I arrived.”
“It is my pleasure,” he took a sip from his drink.
“So why so many parties?” You asked.
He shrugged, “Big house, I like to keep it full of people, even if it for a couple of hours. I also don’t have much time to enjoy the place, so why not let others do so?”
You nodded, “Sounds expensive. Where do you work?”
Bucky cleared his throat, “I believe that is my personal information, Y/N.”
Your lips pulled together in an ‘O’. “My coworkers just come up with the most ridiculous stories about you, which is why I was curious.”
He sat up, “Stories?”
“One coworker said that you murdered your family in order to get the money. Another said you won the lottery and another thinks you’re in a mafia.” You chuckled.
Bucky laughed, “That’s new.” He paused. “God, don’t tell me you believe them.”
You snorted, “Of course not. From what I’ve seen you’re very nice.”
You and Bucky spoke while you waited for the food. When it finally came, you talked some more in an infinite conversation. He asked you where you came from and why you moved. You approached him with subtle questions. He wasn’t an open book, but he was an interesting character and you wanted to learn more.
“I feel like I’ve been talking about myself for too long,” You chuckled.
“I don’t mind,” Bucky said. “I like meeting new people.”
After lunch, Bucky drove you around the city. Showing you the places that you didn’t get to see. It was fascinating. The buildings were so tall, you weren’t used to it. Bucky pointed out businesses that belonged to his associates. He even took you outside of the city.
By the time you arrived back home it was already 4 P.M. Bucky followed you to your door. You turned to him and smiled. “I had a great time Bucky. Thank you again for the dinner. It was fun.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Y/N. We’ll do this again,” He promised. And then with a swift goodbye, he left you on your porch before getting into his car to take the short drive to his palace next door.
Once in your home, you left your hair to fall freely. Your scalp grew tired from the weight of your hair. A bath sounded great. You went to the bathroom and began to fill the tub. A knock on the door made you raise an eyebrow. Tenaciously, you walked towards the front door before opening it. There was no one at the door but a package wrapped in material as soft as silk. You picked it up and opened it. You gasped when you saw that it was a beautiful pastel blue gown. You pulled it out of the box. Its skirt fell to the floor. The design was simple yet so beautiful. You grabbed the note that sat on the bottom.
You smiled at the letter, but it immediately faltered. How much did this gown cost? Probably a fortune. You frowned, although it was such a gorgeous dress, you knew you had to give it back. You felt selfish for even accepting it. After changing out of your clothes into something more comfortable, you shut off the water and packed up the dress once again.
The three knocks on the door sent a short sting of pain through your bones. You stood up straight, waiting for someone to open the door. It wasn’t long until you were met with a different butler. He showed no signs of friendliness. Instead, he arched his eyebrow at you.
“Can I help you with something?” He asked.
“Yes, is Buc-I mean Mister Barnes around?” You asked. “I need to speak to him. I live right next door.”
The butler hummed before opened the door completely. He motioned for you to come inside, you did so. The house is as breathtaking as the first time you stepped through it. The butler closed the door and left the room, telling you that Bucky would be down on a bit.
You were examining a painting that hung on the wall when Bucky came down the stairs. He was dressed in sweats and a plain black shirt. He smiled at you, “Did you like the dress?”
“About that,” You handed over the box. “I can’t take this Bucky.”
“Why not?” He asked, a look of worry crossing his face.
“It’s too much,” You admitted. “I’m afraid I’m not worth it. It is a beautiful dress, but I just can’t accept it.”
Bucky raised his hands as if he was about to cup your cheeks, but quickly let them fall.
“I just don’t want it to seem like I’m gonna take advantage of you,” You said.
Bucky put his hands together as if he was doing a prayer. “you’re such a pure soul, Y/N.” Before you said anything else, he spoke up. “Keep the dress, Y/N. You’d break my heart if you wanted me to take it back. Do you really want to do that?”
“No,” You admitted.
“Then it’s settled!” Bucky exclaimed. “Do you want a drink?”
“No, I have a bath that I need to indulge in,” You said. “Thanks, Bucky. I really appreciate it.” You smiled.
He nodded, “Of course Y/N”
He walked you back to your cottage. Where you said your final goodbyes before closing the door. You blew air out of your lips and set the box on your bed. It was finally time to wash the day away in your much-needed bubble bath. You mustn’t get attached to Bucky, you told yourself. You were friends.
Really cringey first attempt at a smut so beware. This was also posted really early on. Probably a year ago at the minimum. My writing has improved. Also the summary makes me cringe but what can you do?
Summary: Y/n goes on Omegle to waste time. She’s met with lots of things but she comes across a black screen aka Michael Clifford and friends. They start talking and the boys have some… needs to attend to.
Today is a lazy day for me. I’ve done nothing productive all day. I’ve sat back, with my laptop in front of me, and I’ve been on mindless games all day. While I was playing happy wheels, an ad popped up. ‘Omegle, meet new people, new friends, and just strangers with common interests for free!’ Well, I’ve got nothing better to do this fine Saturday. I know, it’s Saturday and I’ve got nothing to do, I’m a loner. I don’t give a fuck. I clicked on the ad for Omegle and a new screen popped up. It brought me to omegle..com. There was a box in the center of the screen that said interests, obviously, I typed in 5 seconds of summer because, they are life.
I clicked on video to start off because the whole point is to meet new people. It started loading and the first person I saw wasn’t a person, it was a dick. I made a disgusted face. People can be so rude online. Like, what if there were children on this site. Just some kids who liked 5 seconds of summer. They would be accustomed to nudity. Oh well, what can you do, the whole generation knows about things they shouldn’t. I clicked on skip and next popped a girl. She seemed to be about 15, that’s about four years younger than me. I’m 19 if you can’t do simple math. Sorry, that was rude. The girl smiled at me, and then she skipped me. “Well ok then.” I mumbled as the next person came on. It wasn’t really a person, all I could see was a black screen.
Stranger is typing… the screen said. Ok, so it is a real person I’m talking to.
Hi. Asl? the stranger said. (Stranger will be in italics)
Hi. And wtf does that mean.
Stranger is typing… it means age, sex, location.
Oh, well I’m 19 I live in Australia and kinky;) jk I’m a girl, and not that kinky.
Stranger is typing… Ooo you’re funny, I’m Michael, boy obviously, and 21 in Australia. You know you don’t have to type right? I can hear you.
I looked down embarrassed. “Oh, I didn’t know that. Sorry Michael. Also are you going to talk too?” I asked. Stranger is typing… No I’m not going to, I don’t like speaking because of my voice. “Oh, well that’s ok. I was just curious. So I love your name by the way. Michael Clifford is the best ever!” I exclaimed as I smiled brightly to the camera.
Stranger is typing… I love Michael Clifford, in the best way possible, like, he’s a great guy. Well, seems like it.
I smiled at the camera. “You understand! Finally somebody. Everyone else is like, ‘why waste your time on someone who doesn’t even know you’ and I’m like, ‘why waste you time breathing when your going to die anyway?’ They obviously have serious issues.” I giggled.
Michael Clifford’s P.O.V
I’m talking to this Y/n girl and she’s really interesting. She’s hilarious that’s for sure. All of the boys are here sitting in the hotel room around the laptop. We’re just watching this girl without her knowing about us. All she knows is that Michael is a guy from Australia. The boys and I laughed at the last thing she said. We have our sound turned off so she can’t hear us. Our video is off to so she can’t see us either. “Hold on. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get food.” She was about to get out of her chair but she sat back down. “Please don’t leave, it’s really nice talking to you and not seeing little dicks everywhere.” She pleaded with a serious face until she giggled. Luke started typing. We’ve decided to each type whenever we want.
Ok, I won’t skip you. Just hurry before I get bored.
She read over the message and smirked. “Oh, am I that fun and entertaining to you?” She chuckled. “Ok well, don’t be too bored I’ve just got to warm up some pizza. Mmm, supreme pizza with everything on it.” She smiled and sighed. “Be right back Michael.” She got out of her chair and revealed her tiny booty shorts. “Holy fuck.” I cursed under my breath. “Shit guys. She’s hot.” Ashton sighed. Calum and Luke nodded their heads in agreement. She came back with three slices of supreme mouthwatering pizza on a plate in her hands. She smiled at us. “I’m back and I see you didn’t go anywhere. Unless I’m talking to myself.” She looked at the screen skeptically. “Well, it isn’t like I don’t talk to myself.” She muttered. I took the typing.
That’s cute. How often do you talk to yourself?
She read the message and a light pink dusted her cheeks. “Not that much.” She mumbled in embarrassment.
“Ok, so Michael,” she got up and made a weird face. “This fucking wedgie. I hate it. It’s like a thick thong and it’s uncomfortable. I’m going to change my pants hold on a minute.” She walked to the side but there was a mirror where the camera was pointed so we could still see her. “Oh shit guys.” Luke swore, “she’s going to be undressing in front of the camera.” As she searched through her drawers with the wedgie still prominent, we could see her ass just hanging out. Luke started rubbing himself through his jeans. I looked over at him, “Really mate?” I asked, he didn’t respond, but looked back towards Y/n. She grabbed another pair of shorts, just a bit longer than the ones she’s wearing now. She took her pants off and showed her black lace underwear. “Shit man.” Calum swore as he started palming himself too. Next thing I know we’re all going at it jerking off to the thought of Y/n undressing. Loud moans were filling the hotel room and soon we all came. “Holy fucking hell Michael. I couldn’t even find a decent pair of shorts. The ones I tried on were too wedgie prone so I went with my leggings.” She smiled and lifted her leg to show plain black leggings.
“So what’s going on? Hopefully I haven’t bored you out too much.“ Ashton grabbed the laptop and started typing.
Not at all princess, it was totally fine.
“Dude, seriously? Princess? You stupid.” Calum argued. She read it over and a pink blush was prominent. “Glad I didn’t bore you too much. Um, is there anyway I’d be able to see what you look like? Just so I know I’m not talking to a fifty year old pedophile.” She asked cautiously. I looked towards the guys.
Sure thing, but we’ve got to go in about half an hour so could we have your number to stay in contact?
The boys yelled at me when I pressed send. “Michael! You said we! As in more than one!” Ashton argued. She looked at the screen unsure. “Um ok.” She typed in her number. I texted her immediately. I said, 'This is Michael from Omegle. Hi.’ She looked at her phone and laughed. “Hi Michael. So I was wondering if I could see you guys now. I mean, there is more than just you right?” She asked.
Yeah, my three friends are here too. Hold on let me put the camera and audio on.
She smiled and squealed. “Oh, I’m so excited to see what you look like. What all of you look like.” I sighed and looked towards the boys who nodded there heads. First I put on the audio. “Hi Y/n.” I said as I put on the camera so we all could be seen. She stopped smiling and her face paled. “You’ve got to be fucking joking with me.” She mumbled. “I am not speaking to 5 seconds of summer. I am not.” They boys and I chuckled. “No babe, it’s really us.” Calum said smoothly. “Well,” she sighed, “its better than a fifty year old pedo.” We started laughing a bit.
“You’re really funny Y/n you know that right?” Luke asked her. She blushed again. “Thank you.” She whispered in a quiet voice. She’s literally so cute. She got up, “I’ll be right back ok? I’ve got to put my dirty dish away. It’ll take about a minute cause I’ve got to go downstairs.” She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. Her butt swayed every time she took a step. Ashton groaned and went to lay down on his back. “What the hell man? She’s so gorgeous.” Ashton sighed. “We’ve got audio on now.” I whispered. “Yeah but she went down stairs. She’ll never know.” He said as soon as she walked in. “Never know what?” She asked. Luke made the 'oh shit’ face. “Never know that you’re really hot.” He said with a small blush.
Y/n blushed as well, “Oh. Thanks again. For complimenting me that is.” She said awkwardly. Calum yawned and I looked over at the time. It was about midnight here and we’ve got a show tomorrow. “Y/n, we’ve got to go, it’s midnight and we’ve got a show tomorrow. I’ve got your number so we’ll call. I’ll give the others your number too ok?” I asked her. She nodded her head. “Yeah,” she smiled, “I’d like to talk some more later. I guess I’ll be going to, I feel like doing absolutely nothing for the rest of my day.” She said looking out into space. “Ok, we’ll talk to you later Y/n, goodnight.” I said. “Night Y/n!” The boys screeched. She giggled. “Goodnight you guys, sleep tight.” She blew a kiss and smiled with her tongue out and a wink, then left the page.
I shut the laptop and sighed. “That was one hell of a night you guys.” Ashton said as he walked over to his bed and got under the covers. “But yeah, goodnight.” We all got under our covers and went to sleep. “Goodnight.”
Could I get a seth clearwater imagine where he imprints on you but you’re scared of opening up to him about your past and your also really shy?
You and Seth had been dating for 4 months now. You had first met when you were talking a hike along with Quileute beaches and ran into him and, although you were sky, you felt a connection with him right away, and he did too, having imprinted on you when you met. After dating each other for just a little under a month it was clear that the connection you two had was extremely tight and that’s when he showed you what he was and told you about the imprint. Now, 4 months in, you two were always together.
You were hanging out in the woods with him; sitting on a blanket, enjoying a peaceful picnic, drawing in your sketchbook. “How’s the picture coming,” he scooted closer to you munch on an apple.
“You tell me,” you gave him a better view of the sketchbook. In pencil was an elaborate scene of the trees and flowers sprawled out in front of you. “It looks beautiful,” he placed an arm around your shoulder and gave you a quick squeeze into him. “How’d you get into drawing?”
“Just something I’ve always done,” you said bluntly.
“Does anyone else in your family draw?”
You shrugged, “A couple relatives do,” you said nonchalantly. The day seemed to be going fine. Chilling out with Seth, him asking you questions asking you questions as you drew. Seth asked you another question and you answered with another short, nondescriptive reply.
“Why do you always do that,” his voice rose as he asked the question. The change in his tone almost made you drop your sketch book.
“What are you talking about?” You closed your book and dropped your pencils as you stood up to be on his level.
“Everytime I ask you a question you basically don’t answer it.”
You shrugged, “I…I don’t know. I guess I don’t have an answer.”
“Or you’re avoiding tell me.” You could tell he was fuming. “I’m trying to share things with you but it’s hard to do when I don’t get anything from you.”
“I can’t help it.” After your comment he just kept going on about how it seemed you didn’t have any trust in him, the argument progressed from there. You didn’t consider it a real argument considering that he was doing all the talking as you withdrew into yourself, your shy nature taking over. “Seth, you need to calm down,” he knew what you were hinting at.
“Maybe you should just leave,” his voice wasn’t a yell but it wasn’t his regular tone. You weren’t sure how to describe it. You turned around as soon as he said that and left. When you reached your home you allowed yourself to finally cry. You cried yourself to sleep, you figured, as you woke up on your couch. Looking at the clock on your phone you saw that almost 7 hours had past and that it was now 8 pm. You opened your phone and saw the numerous text and calls from Seth, then his sister, then Seth again, on from Jacob, and….oh look…more from Seth. You rolled your eyes and sighed as you threw the phone over to the chair across from you. You layed back on the couch and threw your arm over your eyes, thinking about what had happened.
Half an hour you were still laying in the dark, in the same spot, when you heard a knock on your door. You moved your arm from over you eyes and glared at your door, wishing the visitor away. After it was silent for a while you placed your arm back over your eyes. “Y/N open the door please,” you heard Seth’s voice from the other side of your front door. “I know you’re in there.” It was clear you were ignoring him. “I’m not leaving until you answer,” he stated. You knew he was serious.
Reluctantly, and slowly, you crawled off the couch and made your way to the door. “What,” you said, voice low, with the door barely cracked.
“Can I come in. Please?” You opened the door and walked back into the living room, Seth trailing behind. He sat down and waited for you to take a seat. Making it clear that you were fine standing he started talking, “I wanted to say how sorry I was about today.”
“Well now you did. Is that all?”
“I love you Y/N, you know that. I just want us to be open with each other and I feel like you don’t want me to tell me anything.”
“I just…don’t like talking about myself, especially my past. I’m shy you know that,” he nodded, “and I don’t want the things I tell you to affect the way you look at me.”
“That’s the beauty of,” he stood up and walked over to you, taking your hands in his. “Nothing you say will make me love you any less.”
“Dude, Horus just croaked. What now?”
Abaddon re-tied his topknot. He totally had an idea. “I totally have an idea,” he said. The Traitor Legions looked on expectantly. “Here’s what we do. We run away.”
Many helmed heads nodded. This seemed a wise course of action.
“Good idea,” said Erebus.
‘Hush.“ Abaddon frowned at the interruption. "But I think we should leave behind our jetbikes, Dreadclaws, Whirlwinds, Landspeeders - pretty much all anti-grav technology, really - as well as our bikes, attack bikes, and pretty much anything else we’ve used so far.”
Fewer helms nodded this time. “Dude,” said Lucius the Eternal, “we might need all that stuff. Some of that stuff is rad.”
“Nah, I’ve made up my mind. Let’s just go.”
“Let’s. Just. Go.” Abaddon waved the Talon of Horus. Its scythe-blade fingers made clickety-click sounds.
“Okay, let’s just go,” agreed Lucius.
Kharn wasn’t so easily placated. “What about Cyclone Launchers? Because I saw those in Horus Heresy: Collected Visions, so we must be using th–”
“I feel like I’m talking to myself, here.” Abaddon pointed a claw at the World Eater. It poked Kharn in the eye.
“Ow, Jesus, man. Okay, okay. We’ll go.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Abaddon pimp-walked from the room, strutting like he owned the place.
“Hey, what about this conversion beamer?” asked Typhus. “Couldn’t we use these in Rogue Trader? These are awesome. They go, like, FWOOOOOSH.”
“Leave it!” Abaddon’s voice called from the other room. Typhus put it down, grumbling.
Fabius Bile sort of shrugged. “So, uh, can I come with you guys? Because I was checking the passenger lists, and none of the Legions are taking their Apothecaries. I mean… don’t you need us?”
Lucius patted his brother on the shoulder. “It’s okay, man. We’ll allude to the Apothecaries in the background text. I mean, you won’t get to ever do anything, but you’ll sort of be there in the fluff, y'know? A bit? Maybe?”
“Balls to this. I’m leaving the Legion. I’ll make my own rules.”
Kharn snorted. “Your rules will be lame for competitive play. Just watch. And people will call you Fabulous Bill.”
The Traitors walked from the chamber, out to the landing pad. It was deserted.
Abaddon turned to Ahriman. “S'up?”
“Um.” The Thousand Son gestured to the empty landing pad. “Where are all our gunships?”
Abaddon ignored him. “Weren’t you red a minute ago?”
“We’re blue now. It’s… it’s this whole… thing. Look, seriously, where are our Thunderhawks?”
“Oh, right. Them.” Abaddon toyed with his topknot, swishing it back and forth, like a kitten with a fluffy toy. “We won’t need those. We can run everywhere and stuff. Or push Rhinos out of hangers and ride them through the atmosphere. It’ll be cool.”
The Traitors shared a glance. This wasn’t going well. Abaddon noticed their hesitation, and sought to calm them. “Relaaaaax. I’ll invent new stuff. Like… spider robots with daemons in, and they have claws and stuff. They’ll defile things. Maybe they can be called Defilotrons. It’ll be sweet. And they’ll have a gun on their chests, and tiny little heads. What? Why are you looking at me like that? You just wait. We’ll rock this place all to hell.”
Request: “can u write a paul imagine where he imprints on the reader but doesn’t tell her but since it’s so obvious, some vampires kidnap and torture her to get back at him and he saves her and it’s super angsty and paul being a mess and a fluffy end? thanks!”
hi! i'm really sorry if you've been asked this before, but i was wondering, as an artist how did you find your style? like for a person that is interested in learning how to draw, should they start by trying to draw realistically and at what point should they try to draw in a way that is just their own? if they use other artists as references isn't it possible that they'll just end up developing a style too similar? what was your process? thanks!
I feel like you’re asking the wrong person here (I’m very sorry ;;) as you might see i /heavily/ lack of a coherent art style…
All of these have different coloring and lining I doubt they would be recognized as mine if you found them without knowing the author/signature on them
I basically do whatever I feel like doing and i’m /constantly/ changing this, that, trying this new brush, but also this new type of lineart, but now bigger eyes, smaller noses, more realistic bodies-less realistic bodies… However several months ago someone brought up a very similar question and when I replied with ‘i’m so much of a temperamental artist my butt can’t be quiet in the same style for long’ i got an anon saying the art style is not the formal features of your drawings, but the content of it, the understanding you have of the world which reflects on your art. I think this input was very smart, and very truthful. That made me realize- after being for a year very angry with my own art- i don’t really need to be coherent in formal features. I don’t like it. I like art!! to be an adventure!! To draw whatever, to try anything and making mistakes!!! Being incoherent can play a huge disadvantage on my artistic career but!! Talent is the longest trip!!!!, we must enjoy it!! I find that, at the end, the matter is not about finding an art style but finding what works for you. Art is also an introspective journey, the better you know yourself the better you know what you can improve and what you can use. To get some stability and coherence in your skill, if you lack of spatiality don’t try to draw huge ass super detailed backgrounds? Mm… like… I had a huge breakdown regarding art this year, I didn’t know what I wanted, how I wanted it, why my art was like that, where i was going with this… So I forced myself to start from scratch some things I had assumed as absolute (= body has to follow canon, coloring has to fit inside the lines, there has to be harmonic coherence in the palette, a mistake shows you don’t know how to art) and determined what my art currently had and the values I liked in other art styles. I think my art holds a very important photographic component, I wanted to keep that but with everything looking more delicate, so I have been trying to get there…
So my advice is that you throw out of the window every insecurity you have about the lacks in your art and analyze what it is that you like to draw, and why, and how, and where you found something similar in other artist, and what it is they have that it makes you like their art this much, apply it, twist it, experiment, have fun! It doesn’t matter if your anatomy, coloring, composition aren’t correct as long as it looks coherent put together. And slowly you will start understanding better what you’re doing and how, the tools you’re using, how you could improve, what else you could add… (㇏(•̀w•́)ノ)
Now that I’ve gotten somewhat settled in the community here, I do believe it’s time for me to make an introductory post!
Hello! Please call me Nona. Although this studyblr is very new, I have been following the studyblr community for a while, and at one point did manage a studyblr blog which I shut down for personal reasons. However! I missed the community so much that I decided to come back, hehe^^
I am seventeen, and starting this fall I will be studying English and American literature in New York. My passions are reading and writing, and I collect succulents and other small plants. I can speak Japanese(fluent) and Chinese(ehh) so I hope to also fit an East Asian studies minor in my schedule as well!
My favorite colors are pastels, dark red, and navy blue. I like to talk to myself sometimes, and I also name all of my plants! I’m a sucker for cute emojis and things made of cotton. I love flowers of all types. I own a sideblog for flowers as well as a sideblog for BTS. My favorite two members of BTS are Yoongi and Taehyung, although I love them all to pieces^^
Here are some of my favorite blogs, some of whose blogmasters were a factor in me deciding to return to the studyblr community:
OUTLINING IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT AND I’LL TELL YOU WHY
Some people when they hear the word “outline” they break out in hives. I do too, but I get a kick out of it. I love rereading my notes for chapters before writing them because 99% of the time I end up hollering. Here are examples:
when deciding who would say a line, I wrote: “maybe coups could say it” “no better yet, let’s put vernon i’m a slut for vernon” like i legit talk to myself when doing an outline it’s hilarious
“she runs down the stairs, jeong scares her, she lets out a yodel”