Rey has a special gift - some uncanny powers of observation. Thanks to her father, Luke Skywalker, a former detective who taught his daughter to remember even the smallest details, Rey can pick up on things others can’t. When she is accused of committing a crime that she actually solved, she convinces the cops, including head detective Poe Dameron, that she’s a psychic - and with the help of her future boyfriend best friend Finn, Rey starts solving cases for a skeptical but increasingly impressed police force, led by interim chief Leia Organa.
The bus ride to my university takes an hour there and back each day. Those hours spent on the bus tend to feel like a waste of time. However, that time doesn’t have to be useless.
Check out the transit schedule before you make your timetable. For me, there’s no bus at 3 pm so if a class ends at 2:30 I have to wait till 4 for the bus.
You can’t always be productive the entire time. When I’m on the 7 am bus on Mondays I make a deal with myself: Be productive for at least the first half of the bus ride. After that, listen to music and stare out the window all you want.
Pack your bag lightly. Your back is gonna hurt if you try to bring everything with you. If you and a classmate have a break together, make a deal that only one of you will bring the textbook each week. Or buy a binder-ready copy of your textbook (so you can bring individual chapters with you).
Bring snacks and a water bottle always! You’ll be thankful for that granola bar on your way back, especially on days when you’ve been on campus for 12+ hours!
Things you CAN do on public transport:
Study flashcards. Bring a stack of flashcards with you or use Quizlet. Quizlet is a good app because you might find that someone else has already made flashcards for the class you’re taking, you can star which terms you already know, and you can have the app read out the flashcards to you (I find I remember thing better if I hear them as well)
Do your readings and/or prelabs. I wouldn’t recommend bringing more than one textbook otherwise your backpack will be super heavy all day. Read through a few chapters. If you like to write down notes as you read, bring a pen and a pack of big sticky notes. If you have labs like me, finish up your prelabs for the following week when you’re heading home after a lab. I’ve managed to finish my physics and chemistry prelabs on the bus, every week so far this semester.
Catch up on that Netflix show you’ve been watching. Not so productive, but I see it as a way of unwinding. And if you’re going to watch an episode when you get home anyways, why not do it on your commute? So download those episodes and relax (I recommend The Office and Brooklyn Nine-Nine if you need a laugh)
Read over your lecture notes.You should be doing this anyways so why not do it on your commute? Looking over your lecture notes from classes you had that day will help reinforce the content in your mind. Look over notes from weeks or months ago too. Reviewing older content will help you so much when finals come along.
Watch some Khan Academy videos. Did you know that Khan Academy has an app!?? Download videos beforehand and watch them on the go. Since this requires a bit more focus I’d recommend not watching videos for stuff you just learned that day – go home, read your textbook, and then watch a video the next day to clarify things/learn the info in a new way.
Catch up with people you haven’t talked to for a while. Send a text to your mom or that friend who’s studying across the country. Trust me, they miss you and talking to people who support you is good for your mental health.
Get out your planner (or bullet journal) and plan your week. If you’re feeling overwhelmed making a to do list for each day of your week can help. This also ensures you won’t be forgetting about an essay due the next week.
I’ve been watching so much Ladybug that Netflix decided to give us a recommendation. One of those “this has a 5% chance of being like the show you were watching” deals. I don’t really watch anime, but Dave keeps trying to get me into it.
It’s called Hataraku Maō-sama! (The Devil Is a Part-Timer!) and is exactly as it sounds. The leader of the demons gets turned into a teenager and works at a rip-off of McDonald’s. There was a manga series in 2011 and it was made into a 13-episode anime series in 2013.
Not only is it funny as crap, I think Netflix is onto something with that Ladybug reference.
Adrien, you ridiculous dork. Stop getting your social cues from anime.
Two normal teenagers who use their time-sensitive powers to fight evil together, all the while snarking at the other person…and the girl keeps denying feelings she has towards him. Yeah. I see Netflix’s point.
It shouldn’t be that surprising really. It wasn’t like the others spent that much time around him. (He couldn’t really blame them for that, it wasn’t like he was the most pleasant person in the world to spend time with).
And aside from them, who else was there? There weren’t that many people in the mindscape. So yeah, it shouldn’t be that surprising that Anxiety had never been hugged before.
And yet, even Logic, who was normally better about seeing the obvious, had seemed startled earlier, and maybe even concerned. Anxiety didn’t get it. It wasn’t like it was a big deal or anything. So he hadn’t ever been hugged before, so what? He got on perfectly fine without any unnecessary physical contact. Really.
The whole thing had come out over breakfast. Morality, in an attempt to get the others to open up and talk more, had asked Logic what he’d been studying recently. More than eager to show off his knowledge, Logic had enthusiastically described in detail the articles he had been reading about scientific studies on physical contact.
“It has now been definitively proven that we need physical contact to stay healthy,” Logic had babbled, leaning forward to engage Morality, who was listening in what seemed like genuine interest.
“So what you’re saying is that hugs are good for you?” Morality had asked excitedly.
“Yes, actually they’re extremely beneficial,” Logic had replied. “They’re the exact kind of positive contact needed to maintain emotional and physical well-being.”
That was when Anxiety had snorted, getting the attention of not only Morality and Logic, but Prince as well, looking up from his cereal.
“Is there something you find funny, Anxiety?” Logic had asked, one hand going to adjust his glasses.
Anxiety had rolled his eyes.
“I just find it all a bit ridiculous,” he had drawled. “I mean, really? We need hugs to survive? That just sounds like bullshit. And besides, even if it were true, it’s not like it applies to us. We’re not exactly normal humans.”
“Awww, c’mon, kiddo,” Morality had pouted. “Even you have to admit that hugs make you feel good, all warm and safe.”
Anxiety had huffed. “I don’t need to try out that touchy-feely stuff to know that this theory’s bullshit.”
“You can’t just dismiss the science behind this!” Logic had sputtered, having looked more and more outraged as Anxiety spoke. But before Anxiety could reply to that, he had been cut off by Prince.
“Try it out… Anxiety, have you ever been hugged before?”
The question had hung in the air, the other three turning to look at Anxiety.
Feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny, Anxiety had just shrugged. “It’s how I knew this whole thing was bullshit, I seem to be doing just fine.”
“Oh, kiddo,” Morality had whispered, sounding heart-broken for some reason.
Not wanting to stick around and deal with the weird atmosphere that has settled over them, Anxiety had just muttered, “It’s not a big deal, Morality,” and ducked out.
He still didn’t get why the others had seemed so horrified. It wasn’t a big deal. Still he was sure they’d get over it. Hell, they’d probably already dismissed it. And by this time tomorrow, it would be forgotten entirely.
Back in the kitchen
“He’s never been hugged before. How did we not know that?” Logan asked, stunned.
“Well he does tend to kept to himself,” Prince pointed out, sounding uneasy. “I-I can’t say I ever really thought about this whole thing really, but I suppose I just assumed that Morality had hugged him at some point.”
“I should have” Morality whimpered, his head in his hands. “I noticed that he tended to shy away from me, and I decided to wait for him to come to me. But that was a mistake. I should have been the one to reach out.”
“We all should have,” Logan sighed. Then with a disturbing thought beginning to form in his mind, he continued, slowly. “Actually, just setting aside the hug matter for now, when was the last time you can remember Anxiety getting any form of physical contact? A handshake, a pat on the back, anything?”
The other two paused, obviously thinking hard.
“I, well, I remember clapping him on the shoulder a few weeks ago,” Morality replied, now sounding even more horrified than before. “He’d fetched something for me, but I can’t really remember anything else.”
“We held hands in the Valentine’s Day video,” Prince said hesitantly. “That’s about it though.”
A frown formed on Logan’s face. “Then it’s as I feared,” he said gravely. “Anxiety is likely extremely touch-starved at this point.” Seeing that Morality looked to be on the verge of tears, he hastily continued, “But that can be fixed!”
“Of course we’ll fix it,” Prince stated confidently, “Princess Pessimism and I may not always get along that well, but that doesn’t mean I wish him harm, and from what you were saying earlier, Logic, this is doing him harm.”
“You’re right,” Morality sniffed, sounding a little better. “We will make this better. I’m going to give him all the hugs.”
“That might not be the best idea just yet,” Logan cautioned sharply. “Given the severity and duration of Anxiety’s touch-starvation, even a small amount of physical contact may seem overwhelming right now. It’s better to start small and work our way up to larger gestures of physical affection such as hugs.”
Morality nodded. “Okay, I can do that.”
“What do we do if he pulls away?” Prince broke in, “Should we let him?”
“Yes, I think so,” Logan replied. “We don’t want to make him uncomfortable. If he pulls away, let him, just be prepared to keep offering the physical contact. Once he starts relaxing and accepting the smaller gestures, we will start offering larger ones, and so on.”
“It’s a plan.” Morality replied, looking more determined than Logan had seem him in a long while. Yes, they had made a terrible mistake in overlooking the youngest of the sides, but they were going to fix it.
The next morning, Anxiety slipped into the kitchen. He had ended up spending the previous day hanging out in his room and watching Netflix, which had been fun, but he was also pretty hungry at this point.
“Good morning, kiddo,” Morality called out cheerfully. “Logan’s making omelets, so can you help me set the table?”
“Sure,” Anxiety mumbled, wanting to get at the food as quickly as possible. He was starving.
Silently, he began to lay out silverware, as Morality got the plates and cups. It didn’t take them long to finish.
“Thanks, Anxiety,” Morality said, and then reached out and ruffled his hair?
A little startled, Anxiety moved back, staring at Morality in bewilderment. But the other side seemed oblivious to his confusion, only humming cheerfully as he sat down. He didn’t have too long to dwell on it though, as Logic came out of the kitchen with the food.
Once Prince had finally deigned to join them, they began eating. Anxiety ate silently, letting the others do the talking. When he was finished he went and put his plate in the sink, but before he could leave the kitchen completely, Logic grabbed his hand.
“Wait, before you go,” he said, pulling Anxiety closer, “I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me troubleshoot some plans for working on the next videos. You have a knack for spotting potential problems.”
“Uhhh,” Anxiety was having trouble responding. Did-did Logic realize he was still holding Anxiety’s hand? “Um, sure,” he finally stammered out.
Logic gave him a small smile. “Excellent,” he said briskly. “I have the plans laid out in my room.”
With that he tugged on their joined hands once more, towing Anxiety behind him. Anxiety could only follow along helplessly, still not really sure what was going on.
At the end of the day, Anxiety was ready to crawl under the covers and hope the world made more sense in the morning. Things had been slightly off all day. It wasn’t anything drastic, but Morality and Logic seemed to be paying slightly more attention to him than usual. It was just different enough to throw him off balance. He hadn’t seen Prince though, so that at least was normal.
But apparently he’d spoken too soon, because that was when Prince popped up.
“Ah, Anxiety, excellent. I was just looking for you.”
Anxiety only looked at him in askance. Why?
Prince seemed to catch his silent question because he elaborated. “I need you to help me convince Morality and Logic to host a Disney movie marathon tonight.”
“And you wanted my help” Anxiety said flatly. “Really?”
Prince rolled his eyes. “If we work together and both request it, it will surprise them enough to agree. Also I promise we’ll watch The Black Cauldron first if you help.”
“….Fine,” Anxiety replied after a moment of silence. It wasn’t a terrible deal.
“Fantastic,” Prince cheered, and then hooked his arm through Anxiety’s. “Come, I believe they’re in the common area.”
Anxiety moved on autopilot, his brain hyper-focused on the fact that Prince was rightthere. In his personal space. He could feel their shoulders pressed together. He couldn’t figure out Prince’s intentions though. He was chattering on and on about the movie marathon, not seeming care about their closeness in the slightest. Anxiety let it go. It didn’t mean anything. He was just getting paranoid.
Anxiety enjoyed the movie night, but he made sure to sit in an armchair away from the others, still slightly wary of their intentions. But nothing else seemed to be happening that night, so he relaxed and enjoyed the movies, even allowing himself to sing a little under his breath.
But then the next morning, the weirdness was back. While Anxiety still had time and space to himself, it felt like every other moment one of the others was there, pulling him along to go and do something. Eventually, he snapped.
“What the fuck is going on.” he snarled at Logic, who had asked to him to help with the grading of papers of all things.
“What do you mean, Anxiety?” Logic said, tilting his head. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“You and the others have been acting all,” here Anxiety flailed, looking for the appropriate word. “Weird,” he finally said, looking suspiciously at Logic. “Seriously, what are you trying to do?”
The other side raised an eyebrow. “I would have thought it was obvious,” he replied.
“Very well,” Logan said. “We, as a group, have recently become aware of a problem we had previously overlooked and are now endeavoring to fix it. Namely, your touch-starvation.”
Anxiety’s face grew hot. He’d thought they’d forgotten about that. “I don’t have a problem,” he said, “And I don’t need you trying to hug me.”
“Don’t worry,” Logic replied, infuriatingly calm. “We have no intention of trying to hug you right now. We can tell you’re not ready for that level of physical affection.”
Anxiety’s face felt like it was on fire now. Who the hell did he think he was saying stuff like this. But before he could tell Logic off, the other side stepped forward, and much to Anxiety’s astonishment, placed a kiss on his forehead.
“Don’t worry, Anxiety,” he said gently, one of his hands coming up to cradle Anxiety’s head. “I know it seems like a lot right now, but that’s why we’re taking it slow.”
Anxiety couldn’t reply, all of his thoughts were centered on the fingers now scritching at his scalp. It didn’t feel bad, it was kind of soothing actually. But at the same time, it was overwhelming. Logic seemed to understand though, as after one last scritch, he pulled his hand back.
“We’re going to fix this,” he said, holding Anxiety’s gaze. “I promise.“
Not knowing how to reply to that, Anxiety fled, but he could still feel Logic’s eyes following him as he went, and the ghost of Logic’s fingers running through his hair, burning like fire.
(setting: the middle of the summer in the backstory of what is eventually a college AU)
Keith, 13, autistic, and short: *wanders into the living room and puts his arms and chin down on the back of the armchair*
Shiro, 16 and reading: *awkwardly turns back to look at Keith* …Yes?
Keith: I’m gay and I want ice cream.
Keith: I am gay, and I want ice cream.
Shiro: Okay, I thought that’s what you said. …What do those things have to do with each other?
Keith: Absolutely nothing, except that they both involve me? And I am telling you first because I trust you the most, you’re my brother and my best friend, also you can drive now.
Shiro: ……Just because I can drive doesn’t mean that I have a car, Keith.
Keith: *rolls eyes and shrugs* Okay, fine, I guess we can walk or take our bikes or whatever. Where are your sneakers?
Shiro: You’re really set on getting that ice cream, aren’t you?
Keith: I just came out and it was very brave of me; I deserve to have my bi big brother who loves me take me to go get ice cream.
Shiro: *sighs and smiles fondly; entirely in earnest* Yes, you were very brave. I’m proud of you, and I love you very much. Thank you for trusting me with that, Keith.
Keith: ……What, like I ever would’ve not? Maybe I wouldn’t trust other people, but you’re not other people. I just figured it out like half an hour ago, then I was trying to decide how I wanted to tell you and felt like I wanted ice cream, so I thought I could get two birds with one stone.
Shiro: And also ice cream?
Shiro: *puts his book on the coffee-table and ruffles Keith’s hair* Okay. Let’s go get you some ice cream.
Keith: Awesome. :D