boring tasks

“THE AUDIT”

TEDDY RETURNS ON THE ALL-NEW SPRING PREMIERE OF “BROOKLYN NINE-NINE” TUESDAY, APRIL 11, ON FOX.

I’m happy to say that Brooklyn 99 is back and in a big way.  We have the return of an ex-boyfriend, the 99 in danger of closing, and we finally find out what happened to Gina.  So here’s everything you can expect from “The Audit”.

News comes out that the crime rate is lowered in Brooklyn, which is exciting up until we find out one of Brooklyn’s precincts will be shutting down - permanently.  But the Nine-Nine feels they will be evaluated fairly, that is until they see who their official auditor turns out to be: Amy’s ex-boyfriend, Teddy (guest star Kyle Bornheimer).  So the squad must do whatever they can to try to save the precinct.

The squad then divides up into teams to tackle some of the precinct’s issues that could potentially shut them down.  First up is Jake and Amy, who must try to not only apologize to Teddy for everything that happened, but they must also try to convince him that they don’t think he’s boring.  That task proves to be difficult since Amy has already told him she thinks he’s an incredibly boring man, and he still appears to be as dull as ever.

Meanwhile, Rosa and Charles are trying to deal with their rat problem, and they go to incredible lengths to do so.  During all of this, Terry is taking on their new copier (that cost $21,000) that he broke soon after they got it.  So he has to do whatever he can to fix it, which is much easier said than done.

This episode was beyond funny and made me so glad to have this show back.  Not to mention, the Jake and Amy storyline was not only fun to watch but showed why they work so well together.

Here are a few things you can look forward to:

  • Sexy cat costume
  • Wolf urine
  • Terry vs. the Japanese copier
  • Jake’s fears about why Amy was ever with Teddy

Don’t miss the all-new spring premiere episode of BROOKLYN NINE-NINE airing Tuesday, April 11 (8:00-8:31 PM ET/PT) on FOX. 

As always, feel free to send any questions you have my way, and I will answer as long as they’re not too spoilery!

Confession

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen flies home earlier than planned and what he finds in his house is a pleasant surprise.

Prompt: “Um…did you move into my house?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,061 

Requested by: @tas898


Jensen lets out a huge sigh of relief pulling into his garage. He throws his dark gray SUV in park and hauls ass into his country styled house, suitcases in tow. He’s finally made it home to Austin, after a grueling few weeks of shooting nonstop. 

Sighing dramatically, Jensen decides it’s time to stuff his face with junk food and catch up on Game of Thrones. Humming to himself, he makes way down the hall but then suddenly freezes. He’s hearing loud movements and…a Seinfeld rerun playing?

For a split second, the thought that someone broke in crosses his tired mind. His dumb ass quickly remembers the house has an extensive alarm system so the noise must be from you.

You being his long time best friend that randomly checks on the house when he’s gone. Other than his parents and Jared, you’re the only one he trusts to do that. You’re one of the few he trusts in general actually.

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back that azz up

Title: Back That Azz Up
Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Lots of daddy kink, dirty talk, public-ish setting, wedding stuff.
A/N: I wanted this to be a drabble, but then it started to turn into a full fic, so I guess it’s kind of in the middle, like 3.6k words. But I’m gonna try to work on some Josh stuff next, because I’ve been neglecting him, whoops.

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amoralamusement  asked:

Hello, I always enjoy the work on this Tumblr. It's informative, interesting, and satisfying. Anyway, being an Ne dom like yourself, do you have any tips to not be overwhelmed by Ne a.k.a. How to Train Your Ne? I admit there are times when the ideas are buzzing and I yearn for stimulation then I become drained to the point of being physically tired.

Good timing, since I was just reading about Si-grips last night and realizing I basically live in one six months out of the year. :P

I’m not sure exactly what you mean, so I’ll cover all the bases I can think of.

There’s pretty much four stages in my life:

Ne-dom Extraordinaire: this is when you are the unbeatable monarch in your field, when you are on such a roll that not only do you finish your project ahead of the damn deadline, you went ahead and did sixteen other magnificent things that day too, just because your brain was on such a rush of SO MANY IDEAS. For example: you felt good about finishing your essay, so you wrote six movie reviews, four e-mails, 26 blog posts, and worked on your book to boot. And then you went to bed with a smile on your face because damn, I’m so fine.

Ne-dom Uninspired: this is when you feel “meh.” Not awesomesauce, not the lowest of the low, just plain MEH. Meh for a Ne-dom equals: semi-bored, semi-uninspired, semi-annoyed about it. Now, a sane person on this day goes and watches 24 episodes of ALIAS in a row to chill. Me, I FORCE myself to be ‘creative.’ And because I’m generally good at what I do, it comes out fine. Not knock your socks off stupendous, not awful, not even average, just fine. But it feels like dragging my brain through a cheese grater and I go to bed mad that my Ne-brain was lazy as hell today. Like, it’s supposed to be AMAZING all the time!!! What’s up with this?!

Ne-dom Bored-as-Hell: generally, this happens when your life is stagnant, or you are stuck on the same god-awful project for weeks, or your friends have not spoken to you in days, and you are so bored you can hardly stand it, but NOTHING appeals to you. You crave something, but don’t know what it is. You drag yourself through the work / school day like a fish on dry land, you scope the depths of depression, you maybe force yourself to do stuff, but it’s a clear indication that your Ne is STARVING TO DEATH. You must feed it. How? That’s up to you. Get in the car and drive. Go hang out with someone. Start learning something new. Read a book that you know you’ll hate, and blow your own mind by loving it. Try something totally, radically different.

Don’t be like me, and dye your hair purple and cut into a punk rock style. Although, God knows I looked adorable.

Ne-dom Work-a-Holic: also known as tunnel vision, also known as inferior Si grip, also known as the perfect way to make yourself exhausted at the end of the day. Picture a nice normal Ne being a freight train barreling through a tunnel at 976 miles per hour. Now picture a peasant maiden (or peasant lad, if that’s you’re thing) running out onto the tracks, and holding it in place for about 15 hours. It grinds to a halt, its wheels start to smoke, and the peasant maiden/lad is inching forward at, oh, about 6 miles per hour. Fast by her standards, slow by yours. Now imagine that’s what happens to your Ne, when you develop tunnel vision. All that power, going nowhere fast. Imagine the tremendous energy that just ground to a halt. The creeping subconscious despair of the engineer. You are both the peasant maiden/lad and the freight train. See the problem? You are ripping yourself apart. How’s that peasant maiden/lad going to feel at the end of the day?

Yup. Exhausted.

Now, what if that peasant maiden does this day after day for about a week?

Exhausted. Mental exhaustion, from holding back the train, forcing Ne to stay on one topic, or focus on “boring” things for days on end. Where’s the fun? Where’s the zany? Where’s the sarcasm and jokes and random connections? Hello, inferior Si. Obsessive compulsive, aren’t you? Fixated. BAD.

How to Train Your Ne:

1) Give yourself permission to stick to one idea for awhile.

I get it. You will have thousands of great ideas in a single lifetime, or maybe even a week. If you follow all of them right now, you will never finish anything. Do what I do: think about them, ponder them, don’t let them get too developed, and write down the ones you want to hold onto, put them in a jar, and… walk away with the biggest, shiniest, most exciting idea you just had. The others will keep. Let them stew in their juices. Focus on THIS IDEA.

2) Reward yourself for finishing things.

If you want to accomplish something, give your Ne what it wants – a challenge, and a reward. I used to motivate myself through “boring” tasks by setting time deadlines and writing like a bat out of hell, or dividing the task up into separate shorter parts that I can cross off after I do them. That shows me I am making progress. Right now, I’m sitting next to a half-crossed-off list of chapters in my book, which I am proof-reading / editing. Each time a pink line goes through someone’s name, I know I’m THIS MUCH CLOSER to finishing. THIS MUCH CLOSER to starting a NEW project. THIS MUCH CLOSER TO THAT PIECE OF CHOCOLATE I PROMISED MYSELF.

Ahem.

3) Accept that you cannot be at 110% all the time.

This may be hard for you to hear, but you’re a normal human being. You need sleep. You need rest. You need food. You need days off, and dates, and to go places, and be with people, and do things other than your job or your school or writing or whatever it is that occupies 90% of your time. Those normal things that a sensor can do without much fuss, wear you out. Tedious details wear you out. Planning wears you out. Keeping track of things wears you out. The temptation when this happens is to under-estimate what you, as a low Si, needs – which is a break. You tend to way overestimate what you can do in a single week, and sometimes you get way too much on your plate… so, if you know about things in advance that are going to “drain” your Ne, because it requires other, lower functions to be heavily used in your stack, plan to limit your interaction with those functions in excess of your responsibilities.

In other words, if you (me) have to do a bunch of tedious line-editing at work, it is not a good idea for me to come home and do… a bunch of tedious line-editing on my novel at the same time. That’s all Te/Si stuff.

Ne-stuff is… new ideas, new people, new philosophies, reading things that excite your mind and imagination and help you see things in a different way, or watching something new, or going somewhere where you can just be yourself. Your Ne cannot run on full power all the time, especially when you’re trying to hold back the freight train – so give yourself permission to take time off.

4) Pace yourself.

This piggybacks on the above, but as a Ne-dom, you way over-estimate how much you can do physically. Things like going places, driving for hours, being in crowds, walking long distances, etc., are tiring to someone with minimal sensing. Ne-doms need down time, to process their experiences. You are an introverted extrovert. Remember that, and give yourself down time. Try not to be out and about 24/7. But don’t stay home all the time either. That’s a cesspool of Ne-draining boredom waiting to happen.

5) Either do it right now or write it down.

My usual pattern is: get a good thought about 10pm. Then springboard into another idea. Then zip over that way for more ideas. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, telling myself to go to sleep, while thinking about everything I should talk about, investigate, or do in the morning. By morning, of course, either the ideas are all gone or I have lost any motivation to do them. Some of my best work is from dropping everything and doing it RIGHT NOW. Strike while the iron is hot, my dander is up, whatever. Some of my best short stories or articles came from getting up at 5am and pounding the keyboard. So, do it NOW… or write it down. If you write it down, you won’t have to try and remember it (also a chore for Ne).

The best things you can do for your Ne are the following:

  • Accept that this is who I am, and it’s okay.
  • Realize that mundane or tedious tasks drain your Ne
  • Let your mind wander
  • Give yourself permission to fantasize
  • Reward periods of the mundane with fun activities
  • Never let a week go by without planning something ‘fun’
  • Stimulate yourself with constant NEW things (books, movies, music)
  • Read a wide variety of things on a continual basis
  • Give yourself challenges and deadlines to beat
  • Make sure they are SHORT-TERM (you cannot stay too long)
  • Always have something in the immediate future to look forward to

Hope that helps.

(This week on tumblr has been DULL. Is it just me or is it dead?! Thank God for a new Doctor Who tomorrow! I need me some NEW Capaldi + Bill Potts. I totally want to be her best friend and hang out in space and eat blue cubes together.)

- ENFP Mod

‘cause when you walked into the room just then

theatre au collab with @alrightpotter. here’s her part.

a/n: lucie, my love!!! happy birthday!!! i’d want to know you if you reached peak gay or became buffy summers dog or could only eat car tires. i love you badly. id probably give up weetbix for you. have the best day in the world.


Godric’s Post                                                                              8th February 2009

Film: The Wind In the Whomping Willows
Director: Bathilda Bagshot
Plot Summary: 4 friends go for a picnic. Boredom ensues.

I’ve never liked Bathilda Bagshot, and yes this may have been because of an incident at one of my parents’ house parties where she literally hissed at me when I reached for another baked potato, but the point still stands. She continues rely on prolonged dialogue scenes that don’t move the plot along and stretch to the point of absurdity, until the viewer is begging for a change in scene, shot, anything, only to presented with (unbelievably) yet more boredom.  

So put aside whatever resentment you’re harbouring that I just name dropped Bathilda Bagshot and that she used to come to my house, and wallow in how wasted my Friday night was watching this garbage. My personal highlight was the closing credits, because it meant I could at last be free from this endless hell of four people sitting in a wood, talking about sandwiches and grass for two hours straight.

Naturally I imagine some people enjoyed the film, (Bagshot does know her way around a camera, I’ll give her that, the cinematography was flawless.) however dear, cherished, hopefully-subscribed-and-not-reading-this-on-the-free-trial-reader, I must ask: who doesn’t like a little during movie commentary? Before Friday I would have said no one, but after Friday I would have to say no one, with the exception of uptight, haughty gingers.

Rather like Penelope Clearwater’s unfortunate character in The Wind in the Whomping Boredom, I too found myself being falsely accused of a crime I did not commit. In Clearwater’s case (she shines in the film, despite Bagshot’s insistence she be holding a mirror in every scene) it was of stealing the picnic sandwiches. Mine was the slightly more serious charge of ‘injuring’ a fellow reviewer.

I want it stated for the record that no such injury occurred, and that as far as I am aware popcorn is rarely classified as an assault weapon, but I am willing to hear argument on the matter. However I could be wrong because the reviewer in question seemed to genuinely enjoy the Wind In the Whomping Waste of Time, so maybe it wasn’t her eye that should be examined, but her brain.

In summary: this film has done the impossible and been even more tedious than Bagshot’s last effort, A History of the Snake Inside Me, which I didn’t think possible. My nine-year-old criticisms rarely stand up to scrutiny but I think my judgement of Ms Bagshot being The Worst has proven correct. Furthermore, I want it noted for no particular reason at all that if at any point I am contacted by a lawyer about paying medical bills for a non-existent injury, I will do something else ‘ridiculous’ and ‘childlike’ like toilet papering a Certain Reviwers house or broadcasting my witty and hilarious movie commentary over a loudspeaker during each and every film I will ever attend from this point on.

(the editor Remus J. Lupin wishes to clarify for legal reasons that comments above are aimed at no particular individual, all wishes views presented are the writer and the writers views alone, and to please not sue the paper)


Godric’s Post                                                                                  3rd March 2009

Film: 101 Fantastic Beasts
Director: Newt Scamander
Plot Summary: CGI animals have a good time. Audience have a good time.

Scamander has always had a talent for animation, even his questionable films like Beasts Which Are Fantastic If Only We Knew Where To Find Them (nonsensical, long-winded title) and The Porpentina Goldstein Story (thought it was going to be about hedgehogs. It was not.) should be seen purely for their onscreen beauty alone.

Thankfully, 101 Fantastic Beats wasn’t a repeat of the Hedgehog Incident but rather exactly what it says on the tin, 101 Fantastic Beasts romping around the city and having a jolly good time, until one of them dies and the entire world becomes a bleak hell-scape that you are desperate to escape because you can’t stop crying.

Unfortunately my screening experience of this charming film was somewhat hindered by the near constant stream of insults and accusations of ‘eye assault’ from a Certain Reviewer which culminated in said reviewer tipping popcorn that Was Not Hers across The Innocent Victims Lap.

The reviewers in question needn’t have ever spoken again but because a Certain Reviewer had slandered another Wholly Blameless Reviewer in her paper, which the Wholly Blameless Reviewer’s Mother reads, some things had to be sorted out. And those things were trying to get the Certain Reviewer to print a retraction so the Wholly Blameless Reviewers Mother would stop bloody going on about it.  

On top of this Wholly Blameless was mocked mercilessly for showing emotion during what ranks as one of the most heart-breaking scenes of all time, next to such movie moments as the ending of Dead Poets Society and the shooting of Bambi’s mother in Bambi. Obviously a Certain Reviewer needs to borrow a heart so she doesn’t have to poke fun at others for having what she does not: feelings. Wholly Blameless would be happy to lend her some of his, as he’s just good like that and not at all the ‘slice of expired a*shole’ he’d previously been accused of being.

101 Beasts has heart (unlike Certain Reviewer’s) and is appropriate for the whole family excluding twelve year olds, because obviously they’re terrible and you’d never want to take them anywhere anyway, so it’s a win-win.

(The editor wishes to clarify that the writers list of saddest movie moments is flawed because it has left off the Jack death scene from Titanic because the writer thinks ‘Cameron clearly emotionally manipulated the audience’ and ‘there was plenty of room for both of them on that door’ because the writer is an imbecile. The editor cannot believe he is the film critic.)


Godric’s Post                                                                                  11th April 2009

Film: The Cupboard Under The Stairs
Director: Gilderoy Lockhart
Summary: You really don’t want to know.

Gilderoy Lockhart has won two Oscars, and yet every time I watch one of his films I have to forcefully remind myself that it wasn’t shot by a nine-year old with a camcorder who uses their dog as a sound assistant. The dullness of the film will stun and bewilder all who see it, as it defies reason why such a thing should be made.

True Hairy Chins Shouldn’t Be Seen By The Public was wildly funny (despite meaning to be a serious documentary), but aside from that I can’t think of a Lockhart film I’ve ever enjoyed aside from classics like Gadding With Ghouls and Travels With Trolls which hardly look like Lockhart films at all, despite him having directed them.

Cupboard Under The Stairs is so mind-blowing ridiculous, from the wooden dialogue to the extended shots of director and star Lockhart doing mind-numbingly boring tasks while smiling garishly, that when I found myself sitting next to a Certain Reviewer I didn’t even bother to move but rather stayed if only to have something to do. A slight physical fight broke out, and by fight I mean a Certain Reviewer hit me for a comment I made about the twenty second long director credit, so obviously I pinched her, and then before I knew what was happening we had been thrown out.

I don’t want you to think, dear reader who has clicked on this review and therefore pays my rent, that I might have acted unprofessionally by getting thrown out a movie twenty minutes in. I want to clarify: I absolutely acted unprofessionally. There is no ‘might’ about it. But my point still stands: the film was garbage, and that fact that I could tell this from only the first twenty minutes is further evidence of its garbagery.

Now I know at this point you’re all clambering to hear more about the two hours I spent alone with a Certain Reviewer, as for some bizarre reason, you’re all incredibly interested in our relationship built off pure loathing and irritation. Well, prepare yourselves readers, because a Certain Reviewer’s favorite filmmaker is not only Wes Anderson (!! There should be a limit to the amount of pastel on a screen at one point). But she also hasn’t read the best novel of all time, The Great Gatsby, and then told me that that ‘wasn’t that weird’ and asked me to ‘close my mouth’ because ‘its been two minutes’ and its ‘getting weird’.

However she did earn points back by liking Star Wars (if she hadn’t, I may have committed a crime worse than Cupboard Under the Stairs’ acting) and she also noted that Leonardo DiCaprio in Romeo + Juliet was her sexual awakening, and I to felt a deep attraction to DiCaprio and still do despite his insistence on growing a beard every few years. She laughed at this, but I think it was a laugh of agreement, so therefore it wasn’t bad.

Cupboard Under the Stairs was one of the worst atrocities committed to film, but a Certain Reviewer agreed that Han shooting first was an important part of his character, so all is not wrong with the world.


Text from James Potter to Sirius Black: do u think i look like leonardo dicaprio

Sirius Black: no

Sirius Black: is this bc evans said she liked him

James Potter: absolutely not


Text from James Potter to Remus Lupin: do i look like leo dicaprio

Remus Lupin: firstly, dont call him leo

Remus Lupin: and secondly, obvsly not

Remus Lupin: no two people have ever looked more different

James Potter: fuck u


Text from James Potter to Peter Pettigrew: do i look like leo dicaprio

Peter Pettigrew: no u look like u have a thing for evans

Peter Pettigrew: sirius told me to say that

Peter Pettigrew: whos evans

James Potter: do u not even read my fuckin column pete

Peter Pettigrew: it costs four pounds a week to subscribe to ur shitty paper i don’t have that kind of money


Godric’s Post                                                                                     3rd May 2009

RED CARPET WATCH

The Godric’s own Sirius Black, gossip columnist extraordinaire, was sent to the Red Carpet premiere of A Streetcar Named the Knightbus and reported back to us on all the hot gossip and glamour of the night.

In what may have been my favorite red-carpet to date, not in the least because Rita Skeeter was thrown out for badgering guests only ten minutes in, but because the greatest thing in the world happened. It was so great in fact, that I managed to look past the colossal injustice of me not being invited to walk the carpet myself, which was clearly a mistake (the editor Remus J Lupin would like to clarify it was not) and have a roaring good night.

May I just clarify that by roaring good night I mean I got absolutely plastered (The editor wishes to state that The Godric does not promote drinking) so the night comes back to me in bits, and from what I can remember everyone looked great. I can’t remember what the film was about, or even if they let me in (editor: they did not.) but even if it wasn’t I’m sure the film was good too. (editor: it was average)

But as I mentioned above, the best thing in the world happened, and that was that The Godric’s very own film critic James Potter got to walk the red carpet. He will tell you this is because his insightful and poignant columns are finally getting the attention they deserve. Any sane person would then loudly talk over him and say the real reason is because he’s become rapidly more popular with the introduction of a Miss Lily Evans, also a film critic, into his weekly reviews. Or, as James calls her, A Certain Reviewer. (editor: for legal reasons the editor must assert that A Certain Reviewer could be any individual and to please not sue the paper for defamation.)

Turns out Miss Evans had a popularity boost as well, because she was also on the red carpet, looking ravishing in a backless teal ballgown, and honestly, readers, it was a sight to see Evans in that dress. Potter obviously thought so to, as he spent the entire night staring. And not subtle staring. Obvious, in-awe, I-can’t-believe-a-person-can-look this-good, staring.

Now, once I’d gotten over the fact that not once in our ten-year friendship had James ever given me that look, I was absolutely thrilled. I had a thirty pound bet going that they’d be together by May and I’d just won, if that look was any indication. (the editor: it was twenty pounds.)

Furthermore, Evans and Potter spent the entire night talking, not even noticing how the cameras had utterly latched on to them despite having no idea who they were, purely based on the looks they were giving each other. It was a sight to behold, seeing two utterly oblivious people in formalwear hold a conversation probably about the merits of dressing gowns (they talk about weird stuff like that) while what felt like the entire world took photos.

Now I’m aware I’m meant to be discussing the gossip and glamour from the whole night and not just two D-list celebrities who happen to both be my friends. But consider this: I do not care. These photos are modern art. Both so clearly have a crush on each other it’s embarrassing. Even Moony would have to agree (the editor: I do.). Anyway, in summary of the night: I bet everyone reading this that they’ll be screwing in a month. Mark my words.

[image: a man in a suit and a woman in a dress, against a while backdrop with A Street Car Named the Knightbus film logo printed across it. Her head is turned towards him, laughing, holding a delicate purse. He is looking at her, mouth parted, like she is the first girl he has ever seen. Something to be looked at just to make sure she didn’t disappear, blown by the wind, like in a dream. A dream girl- except not. A real girl, in a real dress, in a real place. He can’t quite believe it. A hundred camera flashes go in the background.]


Text from Sirius Black to James Potter: so whens the wedding

James Potter: i fuckin hate u


Sirius Black renamed the group james’ got the hots for evans

James Potter: this is cyber bullying

James Potter: im calling netsafe

Remus Lupin renamed the group netsafe cant help the fact that ur in love with evans

James Potter renamed the group stop now

Sirius Black renamed the group not a chance mate


Sirius Black created the Facebook Page Lily Evans and James Potter should get it on

This page received 17,798 likes.


Text from Lily Evans to Sirius Black: im going to fucking maim u. take it down.

Sirius Black: sent a link

Lily Evans: if that’s a link to the fucking page i will cut your balls off

Sirius Black: its not

Sirius Black: on an unrelated note do not click on that link it is a virus I just remembered


Remus Lupin created the Facebook Page Lily Evans and James Potter should get it on part two because lily made us delete the last one

This page received: 21,104 likes.


(don’t forget to check out ellie’s part here)

Friendly to-do list tips for my fellow ADHD followers

- Be realistic. People with ADHD tend to put way more on their to-do lists than they can actually get done in a day. Don’t beat yourself up when you don’t cross everything off your list; instead, use it as inspiration to plan more realistically.

- Break down projects into bite-sized individual tasks. Putting entire projects on your list will make you feel overwhelmed and procrastinate. Break them into steps: for instance, instead of ‘Find apartment’ write ‘Call realtor’, etc.

- Set a time limit. People with ADHD are notoriously bad at estimating how long things will take. We end up procrastinating big tasks because they feel like they might take forever. So give yourself a time limit: ‘Answer emails (20 mins)’, ‘Work on paper (1 hr)’. Give yourself twice as much time as you think you’ll need and vow to stick to that time limit. Don’t freak out if you can’t get the job all ‘done’ in one go.

- Mix it up. Break up difficult tasks with easy tasks, boring tasks with interesting tasks. Factor in breaks and downtime, and throw in relaxing or fun activities. Your day shouldn’t look like an endless stretch of work, work, work – you’ll burn out.

- Remember what the to-do list is actually for. A to-do list is supposed to be a helpful reminder and time-planning tool. It’s not a rule book or a test. It doesn’t determine whether you’re a good or ‘productive’ or ‘organized’ person. It’s literally just supposed to make your life easier. If it’s stressing you out, you’re taking it too seriously.

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Do you have any tips on how to improve Clairaudience? :) Thank you.

Hello, Anon! I certainly do. <3 Here’s a few varied things for you to try (in no particular order) mixed in with some advice and such:

  • Ask for messages! I don’t care who you ask. It doesn’t matter. Do whatever jives with your belief system. Ask the universe or nature, ask your spirit companions, ask your deities, ask your ancestors, ask your higher self… just ask someone to send you a message. You don’t have to ask about anything specific (though it may help to do so).

  • Meditative relaxation. This is simply about learning to pay attention to things you’d ordinarily brush off as ambient noise (which will, over time, help train your mind to pick up on internal clairaudience). You can do this in a noisy environment, but I wouldn’t recommend that as a starting point. It’s too easy to get overwhelmed by heavily layered ambience.

    So, if you’re able, go somewhere quiet (nature is great, but being home alone works, too). Close your eyes if you think it’ll help. The key thing is to tune into what I conceptualize as the “second layer” soundscape (birds singing outside, water running through the pipes, walls creaking, your own breathing, wind in the leaves, etc).

  • Free Writing! Both my personal favorite technique and a large part of how I sharpened this skill over the years. And yes, I’m a writer, but no, you don’t have to be to make use of this technique. Here’s the basic idea: get yourself a blank piece of paper and a pen. Start writing. Don’t stop writing. Write, write, write until your mind is empty of anything but the observation of your hand putting words down.

    Eventually, with much practice, this can heighten your clairaudience to the point where free writing becomes automatic writing (disclaimer: this can be dangerous, so please study psychic protection before you go inviting just anything to influence your mind and speak through you in this way).

  • Boring, robotic tasks. No, seriously. This is an amazing way to open your mind to the clair senses in general. Literally just find something extremely boring and methodical to do and get lost in it. I’m talking… huge piles of dirty dishes, that pile of unmatched socks you’re avoiding, a dreaded exercise routine, or even just randomly doodling while you listen to a mind-numbing news program. Feel yourself getting bored just thinking about it? Excellent.

    Now, here’s the real trick: don’t try to make anything happen. Just… let your mind wander into the abyss. If you suddenly and spontaneously “hear” something (which may be internal or may just be that your mind randomly gripped onto a news anchor’s sentence), bite down on it! If you’re not sure what it’s about, write it down. It might seem like nothing or like you just made it up, but then again, you can’t be sure yet. Write it down for later. It never hurts.

  • Train yourself out of expectations. In other words, I highly recommend teaching yourself to be almost literally apathetic about if/when clairaudient communication is going to occur (especially after requesting a message). This makes it far less likely that you’re going to unconsciously “sabotage” yourself with flat out imagined exchanges born of a burning desire to be as psychic as possible as soon as possible. You want an authentic experience? Buckle in. The road is a long one.

    Now, please note that it’s important to train yourself out of both positive and negative expectations. The latter can put up a wall of iron in your mind. It’s totally normal to be skeptical and have moments of frustration, but what I’m saying is just don’t consciously and consistently tell yourself, “I can’t do this. Nothing’s going to happen.” That is a self-fulfilling prophecy in which you will learn to doubt everything. And yes, it’s just as unhelpful to say, “I don’t want to offend the spirits (or whoever) with my self-doubt, so I better mark down every spontaneous thought as divine truth just in case!” Seriously. Don’t do that. You’ll just end up boxing yourself into your imagination. Not what you want, right?

    Balance is a dear friend, so I say again: lay those expectations to rest. You will thank yourself for it later. Other than that, be patient. Be open. Be committed. Practice, practice, practice. Good luck. <3
Snapshots, Part 2, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader and Lin share their second date. Lin’s brain is worried that his heart is already too invested.

Words: 1657

Author’s Note: I really wasn’t sure if a second part was ever going to come out, but I really enjoyed writing part one and have hit a bit of a block with my other prompts. SO here we are! Hope you enjoy! Might visit this prompt more later? Who knows.

Warnings: Cursing, probably.

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 1


Anyone who knew Lin in the slightest bit knew one thing for sure about him: he was horrible at keeping his cool.

That became rather evident to you exactly one hour after you departed from the diner, your phone vibrating incessantly on your nightstand. Text after text flooded in.

You groggily reached over to silence it, falling back into bed and immediately falling asleep.

You slept on and off throughout the day, either curled up in bed or on your couch with your laptop perched on your lap. While it was your day off, you did like to stay on top of e-mails and up-to-date on any announcements.

You were an assistant to some higher up who drank too many coffees and had too many suspicious late night meetings with a woman named Stacey for you to really like him. But, the job paid well and he no longer sent you on boring tasks just to fill the time.

He expected a lot out of you, and trusted you to do some heavy lifting. You were very grateful you hadn’t visited his regular dry cleaners in over a year. This is why you had to do some casual work from home, to keep your position as his ‘go to girl’.

After answering the last email, you finally decided to glance at your phone, silently perched on your armrest.

14 new messages.

You typed in your password and started scrolling. There were a few normal ones. Your mom confirming your weekly lunch date. The group chat you had with some college friends to keep up to date with any major happenings was on full blast. Someone had recently been engaged, so you’ve been avoiding that group like the plague - knowing you were the only one without a ring on your finger.

6 unread messages from Lin.

Jesus Christ.

I Google’d where you should take someone on a second date. It said to go on a ghost tour? I say we do anything but that.

I just realized you’re probably sleeping.

I’ll stop now.

BTW. The diner was totally our first date. No take backs.

Alright I’ll be quiet now.

MINI GOLFING. It’s like regular golfing, but it’s small.

You giggled at the final suggestion, pausing for a moment to think of something clever. You blanked, completely enthralled that you had not only gone on a date with him less than ten hours ago, but he was already insistent on another one.

Mini sports are my specialty. Name a time and place, I’m all yours.


The day after a show was always a time for reflection for Freestyle Love Supreme. They’d all go out to lunch - It was Chris’ turn to pick, he wisely chose a Ramen joint - and argue incessantly about who was the best the night before.

“Shock - brilliant as always.” Anthony ‘Two Touch’ gave kudos. Shock nodded appreciatively in between slurps of noodles.

“Can we all take a moment to talk about the most impressive display we all saw last night?” Arthur cut in, “Subway Girl.”

Everyone cheered in agreement - all throwing Lin shocked looks. What did the Subway Girl see in him?

“What happened with that?” Anthony pushed, everyone leaning forward in anticipation of some juicy details.

Just as Lin opened his mouth, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He immediately unlocked it, grinning to see your reply.

“Speaking of Subway Girl.” Chris told the group, glancing over Lin’s shoulder at the text, “Did you text her six times?”

The group all let out groans, taking pity on Lin’s dumbstruck expression.

“What, what’s wrong with that?”

Everyone tsked at his naivety, Lin was still so uneducated in the realm of relationships.

“That’s desperate, man.” Bill informed him. “Shows you’re too interested.”

“No. That’s not how she took it.”

“How do you know that?” Bill shot back.

“Were going out again tomorrow night.” Lin smugly confirmed, shooting you a text with a time and place. “For your information - I am really interested. I want her to know I’m really interested. I hope she’s really interested in me too. If texting her six times in a row is desperate than I am the most desperate motherfucker in the entire world.”

Chris smirked at the defensiveness, remembering a time when they had had a similar conversation when Chris first started dating his wife.

Is ten minutes too soon to call her again?

Do you really like her?

Way too much.

Then you should have called her five minutes ago.


The nearly 48 hours you spent apart was complete torture for the both of you, and you were relieved to be riding in a cab knowing Lin would be at the other end of the ride.

Lin was waiting by the entrance on a bench, legs jiggling and, as usual, his hands were stuffed in his pockets. He quickly stood as you approached, unsure if tonight would be like the one before now that there was an official label.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” Without anything else to do, he saluted you, just as you had a few nights before. You giggled as you saluted back.

Tension broken.

As the night wore on and the sun began to set, you began to discover many new things about Lin. He still lived in his old neighborhood just outside of Washington Heights, a few doors down from his parents. He drank coffee like his life depended on it. He was very bad at mini golf.

“Just aim for the hole!” It was the final course - 18th hole. Par 3. You were desperate for any sign of improvement.

“I’m trying!” He whined, swinging his putter wildly. Finally, he succumbed to just kicking his ball into the hole, ending the misery that was watching him poorly attempt a golf stroke.

“What are you good at?” You questioned as he dipped down to retrieve his golf ball, just as you did fifteen minutes ago when you sank yours after three hits.

He stopped for a moment to think, his eyes scanning the mini golf course. He lit up, reaching for your hand.

“I’ll show you.”

After returning your putters and golf balls to the front desk, he tugged you along to the arcade.

The smell of pizza and the sound of screaming children clogged your senses. The blinking lights were overwhelming and you suddenly felt like a child again. You fought the urge to dominate the skeeball machine - just as you had as a kid - and instead let him pull you to the gigantic claw machine tucked away in the back.

“You’re joking.”

“Don’t question my gift. I didn’t ask for it, I just do as the God’s command.” He snatched his wallet from his back pocket, forfeiting the three dollars the machine required.

You had never seen him so focused, eyes trained to the moving claw as he controlled the machine before you. He moved around, getting just the right angle. You laughed as he aggressively pushed the down button, sealing his fate.

He backed away as the claw made a slow descent on a teddy bear in the corner. You gaped as the claws wrapped around its torso, lifting it up and towards the shoot.

How did you do that?” You cried as he retrieved the bear, a confident grin spread across his face as he held it out to you.

“Sold my soul.” He shrugged as you held the bear close - a token of what appeared to be your second date.

“Whoever got your soul definitely got the short end of the stick.” You balanced the bear on one hip, like a child. He groaned, holding his hand to his heart.

“Ouch. That hurt.” He grinned as you absentmindedly tugged the bear a little closer. “To think I wanted a third date.” He lead the way out of the arcade, back into the cold crisp air of the city. the sun had long made its descent and only the aged streetlights lit the sidewalk.

Cars passed by, headlights a quick flash as you and Lin stood, neither wanting to go home.

“Wanted? Past tense?” You inquired, breath visible in the air.

“Now I’m not so sure. If only I could be convin-” Your hand found the lapel of his coat, using it to guide your lips to his.

He smiled into the soft kiss - completely unrushed as if you would have a lifetime to continue sharing them. His presence against yours was warm, a nice contrast to the harsh cold air against your face.

He pulled back before he got carried away, a second longer and he wasn’t sure he could restrain himself.

“Alright, I’m convinced.” You weren’t sure when his arm had made its way around your waist, but his firm hold was keeping you grounded, “When can I see you again?”

“Tomorrow night?” You proposed.

“Holy shit, I honestly don’t know if I can wait that long.” He sighed, “I’ll try, though.” His troubled eyes concerned you.

“Speak your mind, Miranda.” You urged.

“I just-” He hesitated, scanning your face and the small, comforting smile you provided, “I’m very nervous that one of these nights you’re going to realize how dumb I am.” He breathed a laugh, cutting the tension of the sentence, but the truth was there.

“You are many things Lin-Manuel, but dumb is certainly not one of them.” Your words didn’t seem to offer much comfort, “I can’t be sure as to what you’re feeling. But I can tell you that you and your stupid freestyle rapping has me hooked. I’m not gonna question it, I’m not gonna push it aside. I’ve never felt like this before and it feels good.”

He took this in for a moment, squinting in search of any falsity. When he found none, he pulled back with a smirk.

“Alright, let’s get you a cab so I can call you in five minutes to set up our third date.”

You called him in three.

anonymous asked:

Beast!Adam headcannons for different genres of books. Like, which ones are his favorite, why, and would he be willing to read certain books aloud?

I think Shakespeare would be his favourite author/playwright, purely because he has a play for every person (or beast).

I think Adam’s favourite play would be Macbeth, as he has dark days and often needs a book which mimics that. However, when he’s in a more lighthearted mood, he loves A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

And don’t even listen to him when he complains about Romeo And Juliet, you’ve caught him many a time reading it and smiling softly to himself, and even on one occasion shedding a tear at the ending.

As for reading out loud, I think he would prefer for you to do the reading as the harshness of his voice still disgusts him a bit. There’s nothing he enjoys more than listening to you reading aloud as he rests or does some boring task.

Ooh, another post on ADHD that I could have written!

Tim Beshara, on what it’s like to have inattentive ADHD. Some of my favorite parts.

This description of inattentive ADHD symptoms is accurate:

Inattentive ADHD put simply, means your brain is rubbish at choosing what you focus on. It’s the daydreaming type of ADHD, not the can’t-sit-still type.It’s not that you can’t focus at all. You can focus alright, just not always on what you need to focus on. Sometimes the problem is when you get stuck focusing on the wrong things.

For people with inattentive ADHD, repetitive tasks become hyper-boring and mentally exhausting to stick with. Yet with the tasks you are interested in, you can barely notice the outside world for eight hours straight.

You also have a rubbish working memory. Your long-term memory can be excellent, but your ability to temporarily hold two or three pieces of information in your mind at any one time is limited.

Aligned with this is a deficiency in your prospective memory. Prospective memory is all about being good at remembering to remember.

you often can have a crappy executive function, i.e. your brain is really bad at directing you through a series of sub-tasks to get the main task complete. It can do each sub-task fine, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone in charge in there to lead you through the steps.

But it’s the part about the psychological impact of having late-diagnosed ADHD that hit home the hardest:

The ADHD wears you down but it’s the secondary psychological impact that hits you the hardest.   You get judged by your friends, colleagues, teachers, partners and relatives as being weak in character or lazy. … The only honest answer you ever have for giving someone about why you stuffed up is “I don’t know”.

And what makes it worse is than when you find a topic or task engaging you really can perform. Like exceptionally so. Everyone sees this and uses that as your benchmark and then assumes that when you fail at a boring task it is because you are weak-willed.

People diagnosed with ADHD later on in life, like I was, wear the scars of a lifetime of judgement from failures you can never explain. It’s genuinely traumatic.

It is big things like struggling through university and failing to have a career that matches your potential. And it is little things like forgetting birthdays and people’s names and all seven items on the grocery list to bring back from the shops.

(Finally, someone who understands getting traumatized for an hour over a minor faux pas!).

I’m also glad he mentioned the gap between what you can accomplish when engaged versus when your brain is turned off, and its psychological effects. I believe being twice exceptional (gifted + ADHD) magnifies this gap.

I have a habit of starting strong and fizzling out, in every lab job I’ve had, and many friendships. I’m TERRIFIED of not living up to the expectations I’ve inadvertently set for myself. But I also can’t stop overperforming, because if everyone thinks I’m brilliant and perfectionistic about my work, they’ll forgive me annoying eccentricities like showing up late or occasionally forgetting to turn something in. (That “eccentric genius” stereotype doesn’t just benefit men). So, constant paranoia ensues. And then people tell me I’m too anxious and need to relax. You can’t win with ADHD.

hanamayhem  asked:

the rfa goes grocery shopping with their s/o.

ask me more!

 bless u.  

yoosung

  • tBH yoosung goes shopping WAY more when mc moves in/when they start dating 
  • he likes to make the impression that he’s NOT a slob and ACTUALLY keeps his fridge stocked appropriately (mc knows the truth tho)
  • and he also wants to make sure mc eats their meals 
  • ofc when LOLOL becomes more of a hobby rather than an addiction he gets better at regularly going out- he actually enjoys browsing the store!
  • ofc sometimes he gets lazy…  but THATS JUST HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLES ROLF
  • he typically goes once a week with mc- he enjoys their company and wants to know what they’d like to eat for the next week/what they might be interested in cooking with him!!!  (unless they r dangerous in the kitchen which means yoosung casually avoids the topic of co-cooking all together)
  • he also just doesn’t like going alone/doesn’t want mc to go alone (he’s so protective)
  •  he typically gets distracted easily!! at first he starts out pretty strong!  knows exactly what he needs and what not 
  • but then he gets side tracked by other foods that he’s never tried out- he’s a little more adventurous when it comes to cooking so there’ll be times where mc has had to walk away with the list as he stares long and hard at this ONE ingredient wondering if he really really really wants it or if it’s because it just LOOKS like it’s interesting (sometimes he wins the fight, sometimes he loses)
  • mc and yoosung typically try to budget their spending- they do decently when they go together!  sometimes they’ll by snack foods/treats but they pretty much stay on track on what they need.  the most they get is the basics on the list and maybe one or two interesting items that yoosung just simply couldn’t pass up
  • he loVES sales but hates how busy it gets- he’s just not able to ever get exactly what he wants and it makes him so sad T-T
  • all and all the shopping trip is pretty fun!  they enjoy each others company 

zen

  • man even yoosung is way better at going out then zen is
  • it’s not that zen is bad at cooking or anything/hates going grocery shopping- he can make decent things 
  • but he just . .. . doesn’t 
  • he’s always been the type of guy to prioritize work over food- like he tends to focus too hard on something and forget everything else in the process
  • similar to yoosung, he only gets better when he’s dating/living with mc.  he wants to make sure his apartment is always stocked with food for them to eat!!!  he fusses over mc all the time if they admit to skipping meals
  • when mc states that zen is no better than them (if mc is bad at remembering to eat proper meals as well) it definitely motivates him to eat regularly 
  • not to mention meals with The Bae?  how could he pass THAT up?!
  • they go once a week- and although he finds the task kind of.. boring he’s happy to have mc by his side!!! 
  • they don’t really get distracted- they stay pretty close to whats on the list
  • the only time they get sidetracked is when zen is near the cosmetic aisle and finds a new cream to try out
  • all and all a relatively normal trip with zen holding the basket/pushing the cart for mc and chit chatting- typically has them stick by his side so he can watch over them

Jaehee

  • after opening the cafe she definitely tries to find time to cook more- there are days where her and mc will be a little lazy when it comes to cooking and order in, but she does try to be a little more proactive with meals 
  • therefore she spends a little more time shopping
  • when her and mc go shopping they budget VERY well and pretty much stay on task the entire time
  • sure maybe there’s some light flirting here and there but they get the job done relatively quickly.  
  • nothing is ever really forgotten at the store and there are little to no distractions 
  • the only times jaehee gets distracted is when she wants to test out different types of coffee beans 
  • also let me tell you she is the BEST on sales days- she hates the crowds but always finds a way of getting exactly what she needs 
  • i love jaehee

jumin

  • mc i can hire someone to do that 
  • we can have our groceries delivered 
  • why do we have to go out 
  • it’s definitely by mc’s request that they and jumin go shopping 
  • usually they just have people restock for them since they have their own chef- but there are some days where mc thinks it would be nice to do it themselves!!  and jumin…  doesn’t really get it but complies nonetheless
  • because of this they don’t really go out to the store regularly 
  • jumin is like a little fucking kid at a store- especially if it isn’t some posh over priced store 
  • ngl this guy immediately wanders off sometimes if mc isn’t paying attention (no shame mc has gone to the front and called for their husband) 
  • and if he isn’t wandering off he’s dragging mc along with him 
  • he just sees all these things he’s never had before!!!  he looks so stoic but theres this child like glimmer in his eye 
  • they never stay on task good lord- jumin keeps adding interesting things into the cart and they end up leaving with a long ass bill and way too much food 
  • i suppose he has a little fun tho- and after the first time he tries to go shopping with mc more often.  he really just wants to spend time with his lover 

707

  • he’s the biggest fucking kid ever 
  • the WORST at restocking his own fridge with healthy foods 
  • and since mc has only seen 707 eat fucking chips and soda- seeming to have no real preference for anything else (or at least not explicitly saying anything) they have to drag his ass to the store
  • they tend to buy in bulk- save on trips to the store because 707 doesn’t like going at ALL…  he just doesn’t really like being out in public…  makes him a little nervous/he frankly finds the task boring 
  • but ofc goes since mc wants to (mc dragging him out is usually 80% him trying to be a little shit and 20% him not wanting to go)
  • he always loads up the cart with chips, sodas, and candies.  nothing nutritional what so ever and you have not LIVED to see the day to watch two full grown ass adults arguing about the nutritional values in junk food 
  • in the end mc gives in and compromises with 707 on the snacks
  • they never stay true to the list- mc really does try but they always end up with more than they need…  and since they get so distracted something is ALWAYS left forgotten at the store and the struggle is real 
  • 707 has hacked the stores overhead system before and let me tell you they are banned from a few places because of that 
  • (mc found it really funny tho ngl)
  • sometimes 707 pushes mc around in the cart, sometimes it’s the other way around 
  • since money isn’t really an issue for 707, he doesn’t worry about the price- but he always fails to tell mc that because he thinks it’s cute how they try to compare and contrast different brands of the same food that are different prices 
  • even though he puts up the biGGEST fight sometimes- they always end up enjoying themselves 

v

  • he’s pretty decent at keeping his fridge stocked- the only time it gets low is when he knows he’s going to be traveling and doesn’t want to go out and buy foods that will end up going to waste 
  • tho after mc moves in he makes sure to always keep it full of foods that mc enjoys!!!  and loves going out with mc to shop
  • if they’re not holding hands as he holds the basket for mc with his other open one, he’s pushing the cart for mc (if he only has his left eye he tries his best to not bump into things- and mc gives him credit he does a pretty good job…  but sometimes mc has to take over which makes him feel sO BAD)
  • they stay true to the list and get what they need to get and leave.  it’s a pretty chill trip- neither party straying from the list.
  • tho sometimes their trips are a little longer than necessary because he and mc will end up chatting and walking around rather than actually look for what they need to get!!
  • all and all pretty normal 
  • 10/10 would go shopping with again

saeran

  • HE HATES SHOPPING 
  • WILL THROW THE BIGGEST FIT 
  • JUST GO WITH SAEYOUNG NO I DON’T WANNA
  • but then if mc is like “FINE” he immediately changes his mind like no why do u wanna go with him am i not good enough fuck that guy 
  • saeran please mc is already tired and they haven’t left the house 
  • he’s is so damn grumpy/pouty and clearly hates life and everyone around him 
  • like yeah sure he looks so cute with his read hair and adorable sweater but do not be fooled the look on his face screams murder
  • just like 707 stores make him very nervous- especially if they’re really crowded 
  • if it’s a really busy day and he refuses mc’s offer to drive him back home, he tends to get really clingy and won’t let mc get too far away from him
  • if mc does kinda stray he ends up having a panic attack :’’)
  • mc tries to take him at times/day where it’s not going to be too crowded…  they want him to get used to people/small crowds and even if it’s something as simple occasionally getting him out of the house to go to the store then thats good enough
  • over time he does get better though he still fucking hates going because it’s bORING
  • tends to fill the cart up with sweets and ice cream….  mc has to compromise with him because he always wants to buy WAY more than necessary 
  • he still tries to sneak things into the cart 
  • very unhelpful when it comes to shopping- mc is the one who does the majority of the work searching 
  • however he always is the one to push the cart/hold the basket 
  • somehow they don’t forget things on the list, but tend to buy all the little things they didn’t need whatsoever
  • and this happens every time they go shopping 

vanderwood

  • another one who doesn’t like shopping either 
  • mostly because it’s boring and tedious and people annoy them way too easily 
  • mc makes sure they keep the fucking stun gun at home
  • despite disliking the shopping process, they don’t mind going with mc….  they like to watch them fuss over prices and carefully examine the nutritional values..  they lowkey think it’s cute 
  • and if it’s crowded they make sure to guard mc- but in a really lowkey way
  • nothing much to say for them!!  they don’t get distracted and get the job done relatively easily.  since vanderwood doesn’t like shopping they just want to get it done as quickly and as efficiently as possible 
  • sometimes one thing is left behind but vanderwood…  begrudgingly volunteers to go back and grab it 
  • vanderwood also offers to push the cart/carry the basket 

anonymous asked:

hello hiteshi! Do you have any tips for retaining focus while studying? it's really frustrating because my mind keeps wandering away. thank you 😊

Hey! HAHA, YOU CAME TO THE WRONG PERSON, MATE. ◖|◔◡◉|◗

I have a major problem with focusing, too. Okay so let’s do some research for the both of us. Shall we begin!?! 

Find out what works for you.

Some people study better with some white noise while others prefer silence. Some study well during the day while others do it better during the night. For some, reading the notes helps while others find their minds wandering off while just reading the notes. Find out how you learn the best and follow it. You will be able to focus for much longer.   


Stop thinking of studying as a boring task. 

When you think of it as some sort of a burden, your mind can easily get distracted by all the awesome things you could be doing instead.To avoid that, make studying interesting/engaging. Use doodles, flashcards, make notes, write tiny notes in the margins, make pneumonics, make a song/act it out if you can! Try and engage yourself in the process and you will soon find yourself being interested in studying.


  Love lists? Make a Not-Do-To List.

Make a checklist with tasks like ‘Don’t go on YouTube’, ‘Don’t check your messages’, ‘Don’t call anyone’, etc. This way, you will stop dong these things because the satisfaction of ticking off a task is way too much to give up, amirite? ;)


Use apps. 

Here is a list of apps I use- (for android)

Forest 

Engross

Tasks

Tide

Hope that helps! 

Love,

Hiteshi 

i just wrote two essays in a week and it was relatively painless and i am so happy and Not Stressed so here’s my process:

1. The Quotes

have you ever had an absolutely amazing claim, one you know is gonna win you all the awards with how insightful and great it is, and then run headlong into the giant brick wall of “I only have one quote to support this claim”?

Yeah, me too. That’s why you start with the quotes. No, seriously. It’s like a science lab conclusion - you gotta run the experiments, then draw the conclusion from the data. Similarly, you gotta look at the quotes, then make a claim from there,

My strat? As you read the book, write down quotes that stick out to you in a google doc. Organize it by theme or w/e, but just write them down!!! it makes you think more about the text, AS WELL as saves you that boring and tedious task of hunting down quotes and rereading the text.

2. Figure out your thesis

If you get to chose what you write the essay on, this will be easy. Just pick whatever topic you have the most evidence on. If you have topics assigned, you probably will have quotes if you were thorough, but some text rereads may be necessary. ugh.

In either case, you’re going to need to look through your quotes. Find a pattern in there or a side of the topic it leans more towards. Clear out all the other quotes, and focus on putting the ones you have in an order. If it’s something like “The feud in Romeo and Juliet caused the deaths of Mercutio and Lady Montague, and doomed the titular couple,” group the quotes by each event. If it’s something a little more like “The propaganda of the Cold War lead to fear mongering, which caused uneasy alliances, which finally engendered diplomacy,” then highlight bits of the text that relates to each side in different colors. (ex: if one part of the text shows alliances causing diplomacy, highlight the stuff about alliances in pink and the stuff about diplomacy in green.)

Seriously. Just bust out the color coding. It will make your life so much easier.

3. Add in the analysis

If you’re super extra gold-star about this, you might even include bullet pointed thoughts about the quotes as you put them in. If not, it’s not too hard to flesh out exactly what you were thinking. Just figure out the point you’re trying to make and apply it to the quote. Listen. You’ve done essays before. There isn’t any getting around this.

Oh, one trick for Lit. Essays: Analyze the word choice, it can help pad and flesh out points. 

4. Write the Intro and Conclusion

This is easy, because now you have body paragraphs to add in. You have an actual essay to introduce. You have this shit in the bag.

5. Edit, then Celebrate

I would read things out loud, stopping at commas and pausing to take breathes at periods. Does it sound natural? Make sure your commas are in the right place.

Read your essay backwards, line by line. It interrupts the familiar material that your brain just spat out. You’re more likely to catch a left out word or grammar error if your brain isn’t filling in the gaps for you.

Now go do something that makes you happy. You just wrote your essay.

Expectations and the Bitterly Cold* Realities of Working at a Ski Resort Hotel in Japan

** in reference to the weather

Expectation and Reality sometimes overlap, maybe a little or maybe a lot. Most often, the aspects of Reality that end up being most significant are what you never even considered when conjuring Expectations in the first place. Oh, the Unexpected!

Now, I am comfortably once again situated with my relatives in Tokyo after a winter of working at a ski resort hotel in Hakuba. I have been reflecting about Expectations, Reality, and the Unexpected from this experience, mainly because I went in not knowing what to expect. In this day and age, you can find blogs about how to prepare for just about anything, whether it be college, travel, retirement, or retiling your bathroom. But you can’t find much (in English) about working a resort job in Japan, in particular as someone from overseas.

Expectations and Corresponding Realities From Hakuba

1. Having never lived somewhere with so much snow, I thought I would be cold all the time and that I would really hate it.

    The cold hardly bothered me. Proper clothing and footwear made all the difference. Even on the windiest, snowiest days, I was toasty while outside Indoors, the there was always a heater running whether inside the hotel or at the dorm.

    2. There would be many fun coworkers to become friends with.

      People who work seasonal resort jobs are pretty chill, and befriending coworkers was easy (if I could be sneaky about it.) At work, if I became too wrapped up in conversation with coworkers, even during the most boring task (primarily wiping the endless piles of dishes and cutlery), a supervisor would appear with a new task to ask specifically me to do. Always, the task_ happened_ to take me far from the people I had been getting to know. This happened regularly, and not only to me. At least when not clocked in, all I needed to do was wander around the hotel or over to the staff canteen to find someone to hang out with.

      3. Japanese would be spoken most of the time, and I would never have much chance to speak English.

        I spoke a lot of Japanese… but also so much English. Many hotel guests were from Japan, but also from abroad. Knowing Japanese, even if not that well, and English was handy. In free time, I could also speak English a lot with my new friends because… let’s go to the next point!

        4. My sister and I would sorely stick out from the rest of the staff as the only people from overseas.

          The ski resort hotel staff was far more international than I could have ever hoped for! I was so excited to meet met the Nikkei girl from the U.K., and then the Nikkei Canadian guy within the first week. My second week, the interns from Indonesia and China arrived! As weeks flew by, I met other seasonal and full-time staff who were from other parts of the world or were Japanese and had lived in other parts of the world.

          Of course, we stood out, both in appearance and anytime we didn’t speak Japanese. The importance was, we were not alone!

          5. In every minute of my free time, I would be skiing and snowboarding endlessly. Duuuuh, that’s mostly why I went for this job.

            I didn’t ski or snowboard that much. My last month on the resort, I only skiied once. Work exhausted me, and my preferred free-time activities were sleeping and eating. The remote location of the hotel also meant that if there was something I needed to do in town (mail something, grocery shopping, etc.) then it would take most of the day, leaving no time for the slopes. Still, I skiied and snowboarded far more in those 3.5 months in Hakuba than I had than in the last ten years, and that was good enough for me.


            The Curveballs: What I Didn’t See Coming

            1. The deliciously greasy staff canteen food made me bloated and fatally gassy. (As in, fatal to the lungs of those around me. Mine too.) I was constantly farting. Tums provided a little relief, but not as much as finding out that I wasn’t the only one having this issue.

            2. When the new U.S. president took office in late January, the resulting changes hit me far harder than I expected. Those first weeks were rough, even from across the ocean. It still sucks, though I suppose I’ve gotten used to it grudgingly.

            3. Even though I enjoyed the experience overall, with just three days left in my contract, I woke up totally unable to stand the place AT ALL. I went to the office to cut my contract that day and was on a train to Tokyo the next. I liked the job, and I had good friends. So what was wrong? As mentioned, the resort was remotely located atop a mountain and was hard to leave without a personal car. Aside from being almost inescapable, I found living and working every day in the size of an area that takes not even ten minutes to walk across to be suffocating. I got along unexpectedly well with all my roommates, but sharing a small room with 2-3 other people meant no privacy. Most deeply, I missed unwinding by hopping on my bicycle or skateboard to ride somewhere, anywhere in the anonymity of the city. Even if I had brought my skateboard or bicycle to the resort, it was too snowy and icy for either anyways. I had wanted to try a ski resort job for years, so I didn’t expect to feel this way so strongly. That was the most unexpected of all.


            For My Nikkei Readers

            Though I am a quitter, I still HIGHLY recommend working on a resort in Japan if you have the proper visa or citizenship. If your Japanese is not great, it’s a good chance for you to improve. And I promise, there is a position you can do even with really basic Japanese ability and no work experience. A lot of resorts receive international guests, so workers who can speak foreign languages (especially Chinese, English, and Korean) are definitely wanted. During the busiest holidays periods of the year, positions can be as short as even just two weeks.

            Most of all though, it honestly is a fun and unique experience. You will befriend so many types of people, and make memories living somewhere most people only travel to. I’ll write more about how to find resort jobs at some point.

            If I were a university student still, I would have worked a summer or winter position in Japan in lieu of studying abroad in Japan. And so I make up for lost time now! Since I now know I really dislike snowy and remote areas, for my next resort job, I hope to work at a beach resort located an hour away from Osaka.

            ||❥ cold water, rated; M

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            words; 19.8k

            genre; hahaha u know some fluff, smut, tears??

            synopsis; a very lengthy story regarding the school’s most talented baseball player and you, his precious girlfriend, surviving the year based on a promise and many… interesting events to come;)  


            A chilly breeze swept crinkly brown leaves across the grass and onto the rippling sheet of water before you, the air crisp yet dry as the months got colder. Goosebumps began to prick along your skin, a sudden shiver trickling down your spine and forcing you to wrap the thin jacket you were wearing even tighter against your body. 

            The ground felt lumpy and some grass patches had not yet defrosted their morning sheen. You were never a fan of the cold, though it did give you an excuse to wear oversized sweaters and thick, fluffy socks. But today, you were without both of those things, the tip of your nose slowly turning more numb by the second.

            When is he getting here? You grumbled inside your head, an impatient huff of air pushing from your lungs. Around 15 minutes had passed since you arrived at the lake and he was still a no show.

            The school is right around the corner, you cast a glance over your shoulder, the only sight being a lady bundled in a red coat walking her dog, if he doesn’t show soon then I’m gonna spilt. You turned back to face the lake, the silvery glaze of water reflecting the sturdy willow trees that dotted along the shoreline. Another shiver rushed down your back at the thought of how cold the water must be, it’s icy currents nipping and swirling around your delicate flesh. Subconsciously you started to grind your teeth.

            Almost any body of water made you uncomfortable, and when you were left alone with your bustling thoughts, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how awful it would be to get sucked underneath the liquid surface, all the breath being ripped from your lungs as your limbs thrashed wildly through a darkening abyss. Your own heart beat began to quicken, eyes unable to look away from the sight in front of you.

            If it weren’t for the hand that slowly slid over your shoulder, you might have pushed yourself crazy, a slight gasp escaping your lips as you turned to see who disrupted you. An immediate warmth flushed through your body at seeing his gummy smile, the pearly glow of his teeth almost too bright for your widening eyes.

            “Sorry I was late, the line for hot chocolate was long as fuck.” A vibrant laugh rumbled in your chest, the rich smell of the steaming drink in his hands causing you to inhale a deep breath. You felt nothing but a tingly warmth when you took the cup from his grip, the bitterness to your fingers now fizzing away until you could fully sense their movement. He shuffled beside you and adjusted the hood over his baseball cap, his glossy eyes reflecting the sheen of the water.

            “I was gonna cuss you out for being late but since you brought me hot chocolate, I’ll let it slide, Jihoon.” His crackly laugh almost warmed your heart more than the smooth velvet sliding down your throat, a satisfied exhale of air leaving your lips to fade into the parched air.

            “But baby, you’re so cute when you’re mad.” He sang, his fingers coming to pinch the flushed skin of your cheek. You were expressionless as Jihoon grinned at you, his eyes falling to crescent moons at your tasteless response. A snarky comeback was ready to fire from your tongue, but a sneeze beat you to it, Jihoon’s hand snapping away from your face as your upper body jolted forward.

            “Thanks for the warning.” You were lucky you pressed the lid over your hot chocolate before you took your first sip, because you may have spilt the broiling liquid all over your lap. Maybe then you wouldn’t have to worry about the cold, but it didn’t seem too worth it to scald yourself in the process. After fishing around in your pocket for a tissue, Jihoon began to unzip his much thicker black jacket, a heavenly warmth suddenly covering your back and around your shoulders.

            “You dork,” you hissed as Jihoon scooted closer to you, now reduced to a hoodie, “you’ll freeze.” His arm slipped around your waist while he took a long gulp of his hot chocolate, clearly unbothered by the cold. Before you could nip in with another retort, Jihoon nuzzled his lips against your cheek and placed continuous splotches of kisses, and though you wanted to further pester him about why he shouldn’t always be giving you his jacket, you were finding it difficult through the ear to ear grin that was forcing its way across your lips.

            “Well you’re already freezing, now shut up and drink your hot chocolate. I spent more than I wanted to on it.” And just like the flip of a light switch, Jihoon was back to his snappish ways, though you knew there was nothing but affection behind it. Stifling the grin and intense butterflies that tickled the inside of your stomach, you returned to finishing your hot chocolate rich with flavour and warmth, enjoying every minute of it before school started. As you were getting ready to leave the lake, Jihoon tossed your cups out in a nearby garbage and proceeded to stretch his arms high above his head, a tiny whine escaping his lips.

            “So, will you let me teach you to swim this summer?” Jihoon asked with a soft glow in his eyes, your hand instinctively reaching for his on your way along the sidewalk. While rubbing your thumb over his milky skin, you cast a look towards the cracked cement and shook your head, every single one of your worries weighing you down like lead.

            “I don’t think so.”

            “Seriously? I’ve been asking since forever, you know I won’t let you drown, right?” Jihoon replied in a longing tone. He felt a slight sting at the thought you didn’t trust him enough, he knew full heartedly he would never let anything bad happen to you, after all you were the one he loved. Your jaw tightened and your lips pressed into a thin line, nothing but images of swirling water sucking and dragging things under its dark blue surface making you stumble on your words.

            “I-I, know… It’s just, I don’t think I can do it, I’ll suck.” The school started peaking into view, the final bus slowly rolling away from the curb after a swarm of grumpy looking students stepped off. Jihoon’s grip momentarily tightened on your palm, a light sigh heaving past his pink lips.

            “You won’t suck, it just takes some adjusting, some getting use to.” He mumbled. Eventually you both came to a halt near the entrance to the school, Jihoon’s jacket still heavy on your shoulders. Your morning classes were different, so you had to get your goodbye over with. After regretfully returning Jihoon’s jacket, his hand slid around your waist and he smoothly tugged you close to him, his tongue slowly licking the plump flesh of his lower lip. 

            Your fingers took purchase in the sleek material of Jihoon’s coat, the fabric slightly balling in your grip when his warm palms delicately cupped your cheeks. The top of your head lightly pushed up his baseball cap during your sweet and slow tempo kiss, the only taste being the chocolaty flavour of your past drink. It was hard to pull away from his encompassing warmth, even when your kiss was interrupted by the loud cheering of Jihoon’s name, his friends from the baseball team clapping loudly for him.

            The bubbling fire in your stomach still blazed when you both shared a breathy chuckle, his forehead resting against yours so he could admire the depth of your glittery eyes. Jihoon’s thumbs affectionately brushed against your now heated cheeks, the kitty curl to his lips growing wider when his friends continued to shout for him.

            “I’m pretty sure I gotta go,” he sighed while you returned his stare, “but I’m not dropping the swimming thing.” You snickered as Jihoon placed one final peck on the tip of your nose, your hands coming to fold together in the warmth of your thin jacket. When he began to move away from you, you swallowed the lump in your throat and called out to him,

            “If you guys make it to the championships this summer, I promise i’ll let you teach me how to swim!” You never thought the words would leave the tip of your tongue, yet here you were, standing in the bitter breeze with your toes about to fall off, putting one of your biggest fears in the hands of your boyfriend’s baseball team. Jihoon turned around while still shuffling backwards, his fingers coming to adjust the black cap on his head,

            “Piece of cake, baby.” He chimed, his little smirk making you bite the inside of your cheek and cast a shy glance towards the brick wall. You were sure you’d just screwed yourself, Jihoon’s team didn’t whip baseballs out in fields of wispy snow for the hell of it. They loved to win, and you were positive you were going to lose.

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            Pretty Bird, Pt. 1 (BTS angst)

            Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 |

            Masterlist

            Summary: Y/N is Big Hit’s newest trainee and is going to be tutored by BTS, even though no one asked them before installing her in their dorm. They’re mad, but Y/N is stronger than she looks.

            N/A: So… this is the first thing i ever wrote. I have no time to rewrite it because it’s massive… and probably a mess. PLEASE BE MERCIFUL. I PROMISE I IMPROVED.

            Genre: Angst.

            Originally posted by yoonig

            “I pray thee my pretty bird, canst thou then tell me what love is? It is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three”

            Washington Irving

            You blinked rapidly, trying to adapt your vision to the darkness engulfing your room, your mind still numb with sleep. The faintest light creeped through the cranny in the door, and you strained your eyes looking at it, waiting patiently to hear the angry voice that woke you up every morning.

            ‘You! Wake up! You’re running late again. Don’t you know what an alarm is?’ There it was. Every morning the same. Day after day you woke up to his nagging, it didn’t really matter what his reasons were. If there was nothing to nag you about, he would make it up.

            ‘Always helping me start the day with good vibes… Thank you, leader.’You mumbled to yourself, mustering up the energy required to step out of bed and hurry to the shower, before someone else started shouting at you too.

            An evil thought crossed your mind in a flash as you set your foot in the cold wooden floor of the hallway. You didn’t think it twice before screaming an incredibly loud good morning, everyone that proved the inhabitants of the apartment the powerful voice you had. You were replied by a furious Yoongi, who started ranting immediately, listing all the reasons why he considered nothing but a bothersome and useless creature.

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            Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creator.


            @awesomedaisyisd said: Hey, can I please request a Stiles imagine where the reader is crying in art class when her teacher expects their drawings to look exactly like the still life that he set up for the class, and Stiles notices and pulls her aside and she tries to hide that she’s crying but he notices and comforts her after she tells him? 


            A/N: You certainly can! I’m not an artist in the sense that I draw, so I hope that I portrayed this correctly; I imagine it’d be quite frustrating to not be able to copy something exactly. This was a really cute request, thank you for it and I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with - Admin Erika 💖


            Imagine: Crying in art class and Stiles comforting you.


            You were sat in the back of the classroom, next to Stiles, and the room was quiet save for the sounds of scratching pencils on paper and sighs of frustration or the occasional mutter of “I’m so bored.” 

            The task in class was to draw a bowl of fruit, and you had managed to accurately outline the bowl, and now you were starting on the outline of the pear to the left of the bowl. You had managed to get the top of the pear on point, and now you were attempting to draw one of the curves of the ripe fruit.

            But there was just one part you could not get right. Your pencil just was not coordinating with the image in your mind of how you wanted it to go. You gritted your teeth, raw determination boiling in your blood, but before long you threw down your eraser, having had enough of rubbing out lines. You’d rubbed out so many lines in the same place that the already thin paper was almost wearing away. Any more and the paper would split.

            You threw the eraser down on the floor and sat down with a huff, aware in the back of your mind that you were acting childish and no doubt making a fool out of yourself. You felt hot tears of frustration prick your eyes and cascade down your cheeks, hot and heavy. You clenched your fists under the table, trying to rein in your temper, which was flaring, the flames of determination born from frustration licking at the base of your spine. 

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            Leaf

            Pairing - Simon x Y/N

            Warnings - Swearing

            Requested - yas yas “LOL OKAY HI LOVE YOU. but since it’s like practically fall weather where i live, can you do a Simon or Freezy imagine based on a fall theme? like really cute and fluffy. thank you ❤️❤️❤️ “

            Notes - I LOVE YOU TOO WHOEVER YOU ARE AND I HOPE YOU SEE THIS WRITING

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