being productive i mean

Okay so you know that prompt that’s like “we pretend to be engaged because this bakery/shop is doing free wedding cake tastings for couples and I love free cake”? Well I’ve yet to see it done for Andreil which I don’t get because like y’all know that Andrew would never say no to free cake! So as such, please now enjoy my ramblings…. 

  • So it goes like this:
  • Andrew and Neil are casually strolling down Main Street with all the shops and restaurants and stuff
  • Matt’s birthday is coming up or something and Neil has to find the ultimate best bro gift
  • And he drags Andrew along
  • So they’re going from shop to shop and Neil sucks at buying gifts so he is StrugglingTM
  • And as they walk to the next shop, they pass this bakery with a sign out front that says “Getting married? Come in for a free wedding cake tasting!”
  • And Andrew is like free cake? Fuck yeah
  • So he takes Neil’s hand in his and pulls him into the bakery
  • And Neil is a bit dazed and confused because he’s not used to hand holding in public like this??? PDA??? What is happening???
  • But he follows Andrew anyways

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Some thoughts
  • studyblrs range in age. I’ve seen 13 year olds and I’ve seen people in their late 30s. obviously, your age has a huge influence on your perspective, simply due to your experiences. 
  • studyblrs are diverse. there are so many of us from so many different backgrounds. 
  • each person has their own unique experiences and personality. what works for them may not work for you. doesn’t mean one method is better than the other. if it works, it works. 
  • most of the study tips/advice on here are posted from experience (well, they are for me anyway). the advice may seem repetitive, redundant, or counter-intuitive. doesn’t mean it didn’t work for the person posting it. 
  • your blog and your dashboard is what you want it to be. If you do not like the posts you are seeing, follow some new blogs that spark your interest. you control what you want to see. 
  • this website is a social media platform built on validation. People, myself included, want notes and followers. I’m not afraid to admit it. The whole point of this website is about notes and followers. Who doesn’t want to be acknowledged? 
  • i would assume that most people already understand that a picture does not describe the entire situation. We’ve all cropped and edited a photo for the internet before. 
  • For some people, making pretty notes may be a way to destress. I like to turn to art when I’m stressed out or anxious. I think making pretty notes or pretty journal spreads is a great form of therapy while also being productive. I mean, I could either spend 6 hours randomly painting (productive) or I could spend 6 hours taking notes and making them pretty because it relaxes me (even more productive). 
  • there is no wrong way to study. the way you study does not indicate intelligence or GPA. each person is different. . 
  • your field of study, your university, or your degree does not make you better or smarter than others. there are different kinds of intelligence. 
  • classism, racism, and ablesim are rampant in this community. let’s focus our discussions on fixing that. 

messing around with the witch au lovesquare in some pretty color palettes from this


Sam & Cait being adorable onstage at the Mid-Season NYC Premiere




So if Padme is knocked into Obi-Wan’s body, Obi-Wan into Anakin’s and Anakin into Padme’s - we all know that:

A. Padme now knows the benefits of being Force-sensitive and finally understands what’s it all about.

B. Obi-Wan has to deal with a gazillionth amount of Force-sensitivity due to Anakin’s super midichlorian-count.

C. Anakin is left completely Force-blinded, which is a total shock to a guy who used to have the highest Force-sensitivity from every other Jedi.


Based on this conversation with cadesama and skygawker .
Star Wars fandom, ladies and gentlemen. 

Me, crippled with exhaustion: time to write the next oBaS chapter.

I get fucking mean when I hit that Extrovert Stride and then I feel like shit about it for the next 40 years.

“That’s trash” said this one dude when he saw someone play like…what. Stardew Valley on their damn computer like minding their own business?

And “So are you but I don’t see you taking yourself out” leapt out of my fucking mouth without a single fucking stutter I’m never coming back to that goddamn class. I hope we never see each other again.

One of the rough things about working a night job is figuring out when the hell you’re supposed to sleep…

Like I know I do best on about 7 or so hours worth, but I rarely get it. Usually it’s more like 5 or 6.  Part of the problem is consistency, I think. Like probably the best thing to do would be to sleep between 10am and 5pm, since I need to leave for work at 6:30pm, but then I have mornings after my shift where my body is just like “no fuck you I’m sleep” and I pass out on the couch at like 5am and then the dog wakes me up at 10am because she needs to go outside.  Which is exactly what happened earlier today.  And now I’m not sure if I should try to go back to sleep or just stay up or what the hell.  Part of me wants to attempt to be productive, yet I’m not sure I’ve got enough focus?  I don’t even know.

Also trying to be a functioning adult with a schedule like this is kinda bullshit.  Like doctor appointments or needing to run errands or do yardwork or whatever will throw a monkey wrench into everything because those are daylight tasks that take away from sleep time and a regular sleep schedule.

Unsure what to do with myself right now.  Attempt more sleep or try to do…things.  Hmm.

A woman’s house is personal property; an industrialist’s factory is private property. The former cannot be evicted from her house, but the latter must have their factory expropriated. The reasoning is that the woman lives in her house, but the industrialist profits from their factory i.e. a mean of production.

What’s being said here is that the woman owns the house, but the industrialist may not own the factory.

However, if the woman were to rent a room or two in her house in exchange of cash, and turn her backyard into a farm to sell her crops, the personal property becomes private because now it is producing.

So does the woman own the house? According to the socialist worker’s council, not any more!

Communism doesn’t allow the ownership of property, personal or private, because such distinction makes no sense.

Today I was saying how I never want to work and my dad was SO disappointed. “But you went to MIT… don’t you find your work rewarding… etc”

I mean yeah I like getting paid. And being productive. But I would rather lay around doing nothing, because I’m lazy.

We were having a discussion about this awful business trip he took to Rochester and I was like #shouldhaveflown and he’s like Yeah after the drive I really didn’t feel like going to work.

And I was like Ha! I never feel like going to work!

[but seriously I have a strict nothing >4 hour drive policy; I fly to Philly]

[05 • 12 • 2017]
10/100 Days of Producitivity

YAY I’m done with all my AP tests!!!!!! I’m not gonna study today 😂. That doesn’t mean that I’m not being productive: I’m working on an origami project! But it’s still a work in progress so have this picture of my 90 piece sonobe origami I made in honor of Earth Day! I assembled it a month ago, but didn’t post it on here till now. The kusudama is made with pages out of the National Geographic magazine and is supposed to represent not only Earth’s geographical diversity but also it’s cultural diversity. Hope you like it! 💚💚

Karno fanfic: Jealousy

This was requested by an anon. Thank you so much @elletxt for helping turn on my creative light bulb and help me with ideas for this last request. I hope you all enjoy it!

After spending all day in the heavens, Karno returns to the mansion and is invited to the common area with an intriguing smell. Karno finds you cooking in the kitchen and no one else is in sight. He watches you far enough so you don’t notice he’s there. He admires how concentrated you look when you’re cooking. He’s had your good before and will eat anything you put in front of him. He knows that the gods have their own favorite foods but you only cook for him, or so he thought.
“Karno! How long have you been there?” You ask in surprise.
“Not too long.” Karno chuckles at your cute reaction.
“At least give me a warning. You scared me.”
“I never intended to do that. I don’t ever want to put my goddess in an uncomfortable position.” Karno wraps his arms around your waist from behind and kisses your earlobe.
“I wasn’t scared in that way, I was just surprised. I didn’t expect you to come so early. Everyone is working hard in the heavens lately. It’s actually been a bit lonely.”
“Well, I’m here now, _____.” Karno smiles sweetly.
“Yes, but I need to finish making these.”
“What are you making today?”
Karno loosens his grip around your waist after hearing your casual response.
“Meatballs? Aren’t those Leon’s favorite?”
“Yeah.” You continue making he meatballs without looking at him.
“Are you cooking for Leon?” Karno finally asks after struggling to find the courage to utter those words, afraid of what your response was going to be.

Karno steps back and tries to regain his composure. He almost never gets possessive or jealous but he could feel it brewing inside of him.
He has so many questions running through his head but the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Why are you cooking for him?”
“He won a bet.”
Karno can’t believe what he is hearing and keeps his thoughts to himself. He’s trying to sound unbothered when he speaks but he will give himself away soon.
“Why were you guys betting?”
“It was just something silly that happened one day when Leon returned from his duties.”
“So it was just you and Leon?”
“No, Teorus and Ichthys were there too.”
Oh great, the prince and the troublemaker were there too.

“What did you guys bet on.”
You turn around to face Karno and you laugh when recalling what happened that day before telling Karno the story.
“We betted that Leon would slack on his work all week. If he was productive, then I would make him meatballs and if he didn’t…” You pause to laugh again and compose yourself before finishing, “…well Teo and Ichthys would decide on that.”

“Wait, that’s why Leon has been doing so well this week?”
“Haha probably.” You turn back around to finish the meatballs.
“So you’re rewarding him for his productivity.”
“Yes, with his favorite food. It’s good motivation.”
“Why don’t you ever reward me for being productive, ____?”
“What do you mean? You’re always productive, Karno. I couldn’t reward you everyday.”
“Yes you could.” Luckily you aren’t able to see the smirk that is painted across the god’s face.
“Well if I rewarded you for being productive everyday, you should reward me too.”
“You don’t think I do? I always treat you sweetly when we’re on our own.”
“That’s just you being yourself. A sweetheart.” You quickly turn your head to give him a smile and turn your head back to the meatballs.
“I’ll be sitting on the sofa.” Karno says and you just nod your head and quietly say ‘ok’.

Karno’s jealousy slowly cools down but it’s not long until the minister of the Department of Wishes appears in the mansion.
“Mmm…something smells good.”
“Perfect timing! They’re still very fresh.” You take the platter of meatballs to Leon and hold it in front of him.
He takes a meatball with a fork and bites into it. He facially expression changes into a pleasant one as he indulges the flavor.
“These are really good…”
“Thank you!”
“…for a goldfish.”
“Come on, Leon. Admit it, they’re good.”
“I have more pride than to admit that a goldfish is able to produce such incredible meatballs.”
“Haha I’m not so sure. You could just snap your fingers and make some meatballs but you agreed to me making them for a reason and you worked hard this week for a reason, and that reason was my meatballs.”
“You have no shame for what you say, especially in front of a god.”
You are left in defeat from Leon’s egotism and roll your eyes.
“How do you tolerate this goldfish Karno? Ka–oh…I thought he was sitting here.” Leon looks around the room confused.
“Yeah he was here just a moment ago.”
Leon reveals his devilish smile and looks at you. You can’t help but step away from him as he stares at you.
“I think your God is jealous. Better go check on him little goldfish.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Leon. Karno doesn’t get jealous.”
“Oh ho I’m not so sure.” Leon smirks and walks away leaving you alone in the large room. You head over to Karno’s room assuming that that’s where he is.


“Karno? It’s me, ____.”
Karno opens the door and pulls you into the dimly lit bedroom. He presses you against a wall and traps you with both hands on each die if your head.
“I’m yours, correct?”
“Wha–of course. But why–”
“And you’re mine, right?” Karno cuts you off.
“…I’m yours.”
Karno smiles with the look of satisfaction, “Good girl.”
“What are you doing Ka–”
“You said that I work hard, right?” Karno cuts you off again.
“Yes you’re a very hard worker. I’m so proud of you.”
“Do you think MY hard work should be rewarded?”
“Uhh well yes. What would you like me to–”
“I’ve already decided on my reward.” Karno answers without giving you time to process what’s going to happen next.
“And what’s that?”
“You.” Karno says quietly before his soft lips land on yours.
The first kiss was sweet but his kiss gradually becomes more intense and more passionate. You grab onto Karno’s blazer to pull him in closer to feel more of his heat. The quiet room is filled with heavy breaths and sloppy kisses due to the dimness of the bedroom.
“Now, now my goddess. I’m glad you’re eager but this time I’m going to take over. You’ll have to control yourself.”
Karno lifts you up and places you on the large bed. He removes his clothing so his upper body is exposed.
Karno leans in and whispers in your ear, “It’s still evening so I’m going to take my time.”
Your body shivers at the sound of his deductive voice and his hot breath against your ear.
Karno strips you of your shirt and kisses your neck. He goes down and nibbles all the way down to your collarbone. He takes his time by pecking your stiff nipples and having his lips travel as they please around your chest and abdomen.
“Ahh Karno.”
Karno doesn’t usually tease but when he does, he DOES. The only way you can think of quickening his tedious process is to provoke him.
“Mmm Karno. Are you…jealous?”
Karno freezes for a moment and then raises his head so your eyes meet.
“I don’t get jealous.”
“Leon really enjoyed his meatballs. It’s too bad that you missed his reaction.”
Karno continues to stare forward, deep into your sparkling eyes.
“Leon said that–”
“Don’t say another man’s name unless it’s mine in this bedroom.” Karno growls. “Tonight you won’t be saying my name, you’ll be screaming it.” Karno smirks.
Yes, this is what you wanted.
Karno snaps his fingers and the both of you are naked. Karno’s fingers feel hotter than fire as they trace ever curve on your body. You can already tell that your entrance is wet just for him. You feel Karno’s arousal on your inner thigh as he hovers above your smaller form.
Karno positions himself to go in and teases your entrance.
“Damn, my goddess really wants me.”
“Karno I want you, I need you. Please reward me.”
“This isn’t a reward, this is your punishment.”
You don’t even ask for what because Karno pushes his full length inside of you.
“Ahhh Karno!”
Karno is usually very gentle and steady but tonight he’s rough and stern with every movement.
“Mmm you’re even wetter inside.”
Karno moves in and out in a moderate pace with some rougher thrusts in between.
“Mmm ahh K-Karno ahhh.”
“____ you feel so good.”
The room is significantly hotter and the noises that can be heard are your moans, his grunts, and the action happening below.
“Mmm Karno faster, please go faster.”
“I’m in control remember, my goddess.”
Karno begins to make painfully slow thrusts. You move your body at the same pace as his hoping that he’ll pick up the pace soon.
“I can tell you’re frustrated.” Karno smirks.
“I just want you to fuck me. You’re the only one that gets this kind of reward. It’s for you and only you.” You kiss his lips sweetly.
“You are terrible, seducing a god like that. No wonder you can’t be among us gods in the heavens anymore.”
Karno lifts your legs and encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist and you do so. Karno pulls out for a moment and begins to ram into you relentlessly.
“Ahhh Karno!!”
“That’s mmm it. Scream my name _____. I want to hear you scream.”

Karno continues to abuse your tightening entrance with his hard, thick length. You are unable to suppress the screams and moans that Karno produces with his powerful movements.
“Karno I’m going to cum.”
“Let go, ____. I want to be inside when you let go.”
“Ahh Karno!!” You finally reach your high which triggers Karno’s as well.

Karno flops right next to you as he’s trying to catch his breath from the intense activity.
“I’m so sorry if I was too rough. Are you all right?” Karno asks with genuine concern. He’s back to his normal self.
“I’m fine, though I might be a little sore.”
“I’ll be gentle. Think of it as an apology for letting my jealousy get the better of me.”
You can’t help but giggle at Karno’s chivalry.
“Karno I said it already, but you’re the only one that is able to get this reward. Just remember that. I might cook for the others or make them gifts but you have my love.”
“I love you, _____. My beautiful goddess.” Karno kisses your forehead.
“We might have to wait for round two for a bit longer braise the really wore me out.” Karno blushes.
“It’s fine we can just lay here.” You grab onto Karno’s hand.
“That sounds nice but my fingers and lips are still efficient.”
“Karno!” You lightly slap his broad chest.
“You don’t want me to do that tonight?”
“Well, I mean it’s not that I don’t want you to but I–uh–umm.”
“Luckily I’m in control.” Karno smirks.
His reward continues through the night and doesn’t stop until early in the morning when you wake up in each other’s warm embrace.

i’m skeeved out by leekie as much as the next person but i get so frustrated when people ignore or want to ignore that he and delphine definitely had a thing going–i get frustrated that the show seems to be content to sweep it under the rug. i feel like it just ignores so many juicy points of extrapolation about who she is, and where she is coming from. it’s such an important part of her character, she was in deep with the enemy, she used to (still does?) passionately believe in the ideals of that crusade, she climbed the ranks and sat at the top with its figurehead. you saw how delphine’s eyes lit up at the idea of assuming that position herself, even when it was rachel duncan offering it; she could smell the trap, but she still took the bait. yes, she loves cosima, and yes, she wants to prove herself to her, but in her head, i don’t think that means dropping dyad. delphine has so many points of inner conflict and dubious grey areas, and it is so, so important to remember that, that these are not two different delphines, the “before cosima” and the “after cosima,” but are in fact the same exact person, that this one individual contains these multitudes that are not mutually exclusive, and not lose that to some whipped caricature of her. she’s not some dewy-eyed lamb, she is a grown ass woman with ambitions for power within a worldwide eugenical organization. being in love with a product of that does not negate that; in fact it kind of codifies it. she is arguably as in love with cosima the human as she is cosima the experiment, and she doesn’t trouble herself with trying to separate the two.