Hello sweeties! Exams are over which means organizing and tidying up my bedroom, some of you asked me how to make it a cute space that you enjoy being so here are some ideas ♥ Your budget: So before you get started, think about how much money you want to spend or how much time you have. If you can’t afford to have your ‘dream room’ yet, you can do it little by little or save enough until you can give your bedroom a complete makeover!
Think of your vibe/theme: Do you want it to be dark? cute? boho? maybe around a certain movie or characters? What’s important is that you choose something you know you’ll enjoy and it’ll make you happy, no one else matters!
Your bed: So for me this is one of the most important things to consider.
Your bedspread is often the biggest part of your decor so find one you like and will not grow out of for a while. You could also buy new pillows or even make some for yourself if you’re crafty!
Painting your walls: I know it’s not always possible, BUT if you can and your parents will allow it, it makes such a difference! Light colors can make the space look bigger and certain colors give off different moods so think carefully before choosing one.
Your desk: If you have a study/DIY/art area, make it the favorite part of your room! it should be a space to keep you inspired, not bored or anxious. I know you’ve seen all the cute desk areas that you wish were in your room but you’re too lazy to get started… :)
Accesories: This means fairy lights, pictures on your walls, small plants, candles, rugs or whatever floats your boat.
Hello sweeties! When I went through the IB programme, sometimes I felt so overwhelmed by all the reading, work, presentations and everything we had to do. So here are my tips to help you manage your time wisely ♥
Write things down: It can be an agenda, a board, a calendar, post it notes. ANYTHING where you write down all the things you have to do. I always recommend planners and calendars because you can check the overview of a months and keep track of dates.
Make a to-do list: This one is just for the day. If you get overwhelmed sometimes (like me) about all the things you have to do, this will help. Youc an start with an easy task to get your momentum going, or with a difficult one to get it over with. You have to find what works for you and know your priorities.
Set aside leisure time: You NEED relax time. you know that right? there’s nothing else worse than a burnout so set alarms every 30min or so and go do your favorite activity for a little while.
Know yourself: What I mean by this is work at the time that you feel best at. Work in a place that you feel comfortable in. If it’s 10pm and you’re tired, don’t go to your bed and lie down to read your boring theory book.
Don’t procrastinate: Seriously. I know this too well. Especially if you’re a perfectionist, all you’re going to do whine and cry about the work that needs to be done, but that doesn’t help. Break down your tasks and start little by little!
Keep your materials with you: This is something that has worked for me bc some people tend to be late or class doesn’t start at the time or I’m waiting for an appointment, so if I’m bored or have a little spare time, I can read a book or handout because I have it with me!
So remember when you did those drawings of the overwatch girls? I was just wondering if you could add The rest of the girls to the collection? I just love your style, and would love to see how you draw everyone else.
The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)
For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can
charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn
Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar
chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t
want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make
everything all awkward.
I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I
don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking
Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored.
Take a chance.
She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from
her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when
she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to
touch her. Like really touch her.
Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s
awake. So knock already.
Oh my goodness, I've read your pregnancy stories and OMG they're so good, you're such a talented writer. I need another one ASAP!!
“like a bunny ear.” Hunter mumbled over a mouth full of goldfish as Betty tied the shoelaces of his tiny black converse.
“Very good bug,now hop on up like a bunny and let’s head to the park ”
He leaped from the bed and into his mothers arms as she pulled him tighter into her chest laughing.
She held his hand as they walked down the streets of Riverdale, he was a little wobbly on his feet and he always stopped to pick the dandelions, growing up in a florists shop he had a very unique appreciation for nature, something absolutely endearing.
After a very interesting conversation with a bumblebee the pair finally arrived at the park, Betty pulled out her baby bag and handed Hunter his fake tool kit, sending him off to play on the soft grass as she pulled out her newest novel. She glanced up, making sure the dark haired toddler was near by before tucking her feet under her body and adjusting the cotton, yellow baby doll dress.
“Still reading Judy Blume huh?”
Betty squinted in the sun, staring suprised at Jughead as he stood nervously before her, his hands stuffed into his leather jacket and a toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth.
“Hunter loves her, he makes me read from one of her books every night.” She pat the seat beside her on the bench and he slowly slid beside her.
“He likes to read?” His eyes were trained on the little boy pretending to hammer a fake nail into the grass, Betty watched Jugheads profile, watched the way his eyes traced every moment his son made, almost memorizing him.
“Well he’s two so he’s not doing much reading, he is however, a fantastic listener. And you should hear him at story time. He babbles and babbles.” Her eyes shone with pride and Jughead smiled.
“He’s smart, figures. What does he do for fun? What about eating? He eats good?” He spoke quickly, his hands moving rapidly.
Betty laughed, placing her hands over his to stop them from moving so spastically.
“Everything he does is fun, look at him, he’s a bundle of energy. And as for eating, he most definitely takes after his father in that aspect, the kid is never full.”
Jughead felt the familiar tug in his heart as he smiled fondly at the little boy before turning his eyes back to Betty
“And you? You’re eating enough?” His eyes bore into hers “I know that when you’re overwhelmed you sometimes.. you forget to eat.”
Betty swallowed, of course he remembered,
“Don’t worry about me.” She threw her hands lazily in the air.
Suddenly she felt familiar fingers wrap around her chin and stormy blue eyes met meadow green.
“Not a day goes by that I don’t worry about you, it doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing. I’ll always worry about you.” His voice was scratchy and thick with emotion.
“I know how that feels.” Betty whispered back, his face inching closer and closer, until their foreheads rested against each other and her eyelashes were brushing his. He inhaled shakily and cupped her cheeks with both of his hands, inhaling the familiar peaches and cream, that was purely Betty.
“Bets..” he whispered, pressing into her forehead
“Juggie” she breathed.
Their lips were moments away from touching before a tiny hand reached up and tugged on the denim of Jugheads jeans. Both the adults looked down at the smiling face of Hunter Jones.
“Hi.” His eyebrow was raised and it was abundantly clear who this child’s father was, Jughead reached down and lifted him onto his lap, smiling when the little boy cuddled into him instantly.
“Hi hunter. It’s nice to see you again.” He looked into the dark green eyes and knew right then and there that he would never let anything happen to his son, he would never leave his family again. No matter what.
“Hi” he repeated, resting his head on Jugheads chest.
“He likes you.” Betty’s soft voice came from his right.
“I love him” jughead cleared his throat, staring adoringly at the toddler who was dozing off on his chest and it all felt too natural.
“He’s just tired, last night was movie night. He doesn’t understand much of the movie but you can bet he stays up through them.” She snorted.
Jughead rubbed Hunters back and looked into Betty’s eyes
“What day is tonight?”
Betty rubbed her hands together and grinned
“Well Mr.Jones, tonight is pizza night. Our very favorite night.”
He smiled at her enthusiasm
“Sounds like fun.”
Betty bit her lip,
“You can come if you’d like. It might be good for Hunter to get to know you, that is if you’re staying.”
Squeezing the little boy with one arm, he reached his other to grip Betty’s hand
“I’m not going anywhere. Never again.”
Staring into each other’s eyes, years of hurt and pain and abandonment seeped through but one thing that was always constant was the love they shared. Sitting together on the park bench they looked like the kind of families you read about in Better Homes and Gardens magazine, what they didn’t know was that a storm was coming.