bring in the notes

Um this is a little something for your human songbird au, I hope you like it!

submitted by @arts-and-sunshine


Oh my gosh!  That is so sweet!  Thank you so much!  I love it!  The little flowers on the birdcage and the clothes so pretty!!!  <3 <3 <3

The Time is Now

Ethan jolted awake, the blackness of his dream fading to the dark of his room. He sighed, rubbing the heels of his hands across his eyes.

“Should not have recorded that video so late at night. Like they say, don’t eat spicy food before bed. Or whatever the fuck I mean.”

He peered into the gloom. Huh. From this angle, that patch of slightly less dark dark kinda looks like….

“You’ve finished signing the posters, haven’t you? Well done.”

He jerked away from the sound. It seemed to have come from the shadowed corner next to his door. Nothing there, of course. But he was struck with a sudden strong thirst. Ugh, why did this always have to happen just when he was the most warm and comfortable?

“It’s time for a reward!” The wind whistled through the open window, bringing a crackle of dead leaves. Ethan made a mental note to close it when he came back. He was halfway down the stairs before he realised the window in his room didn’t open. Hadn’t since he moved in. Then what was that static sound?

That was a problem for after water. Gotta stay hydrated. Even when sleeping: dreams are thirsty work.

Darkiplier sat at his kitchen table. Ethan nodded to him as he passed, stepping into the kitchen, and pouring a glass of water from the sink. He yawned, and sat down at the other end of the table, downing the water in one gulp.

“You can’t deny it any longer, my boy.” Dark told him, his hands folded on the table in front of him, the opaque wine glass next to him already beaded with moisture.

“A little bit more.” Ethan casually argued, closing his eyes. In a moment of clarity, his eyes flew open, searching the now empty chair across from him.

“It’s time to be free and play!” Anti laughed from behind him, voice shifting down to a rumble. “Time to take CONTROL.” Ethan pushed back from the table, stumbling to his feet , Panting, his eyes desperately following Anti as he flitted about the room, as his body spun to kept up. At least, he tried to follow. He felt himself freeze, and strained against his own resistant muscles.

“Yes. Yes.” a voice different to his own formed from his lips. Not Ethan’s, but……right. Wrong, broken, corrupted. Right. Like a part of his voice. What it should always have been. What it could never be. His head tilted to the side by degrees. “New…Update…Accepted.”

“No!” Ethan regained control in a desperate lurch, reaching out with his hands to Dark standing before him, now on his side of the table. Dark frowned at him coldly, his lips morphing into a smirk as Ethan’s limbs dragged themselves to lie stiffly by his sides. His shoulder’s pushed themselves upright, and his neck snapped his head back, eyes forward and neutral.

“It’s time to join us.” Dark’s smooth voice complimented the velvety night. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” His smiled disarmingly, and Ethan felt himself nod, short and sharp. Anti’s laughter echoed impossibly across the table.

“Affirmative. New directive acquired.” He flexed fingers, extending each joint before moving the next. A bright blue eyes shone out of his eyes.

“Control…..confirmed.”


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Inspired by @markiplitessepticeyes Dark Ethan edits (yeah, I don’t know what to call him either) - especially this one

anonymous asked:

Could you write stenbrough hc for when they study together?

“did you bring the hi-lighters?” check “did you bring the post it notes?” check. bill made a mental note of being extra prepared (even though stan had a drawer full of school supplies anyways) it’s just stan took his studying very seriously and bill didn’t want to be a bother!

 stan felt if he set an hour or so aside every day at the same time, it would be routine and he would always have more free time to spend w the losers (and his fav boy)

✿ so bill went every day, at 9:30 on the dot (he gave him a couple of hours to shower and rest from baseball practice)

it would be pretty quiet but not awkward! very comfortable silence with some soft radio noise. bill sat on the bed and stan was more comfort at his desk. stan didn’t like to snack while he worked but bill loved eating popcorn

✿ stan never let the other boy copy his homework or notes. bill thought it was annoying but stan assured him it was for his own good and he wouldn’t be learning anything, and that he couldn’t be there when bill actually needed to know this stuff

 bill couldn’t help to throw his books aside on the bed when he was done, he could kiss stan all he wanted now!!  

 right after stan double checked over his work (or triple checked)

✿ sometimes bill would joke that their study sessions were pointless, and that if he wasn’t going to be able to kiss his boyfriend, he should just study at richie’s (“bc he’s my best friend and smarter anyways”)

but after stan assured all the math equations and the essay were up to par, bill could hold his boy in his arms finally!!

Homestuck Tips for First Time Readers:

  • Act 3 is when it starts getting good during your first read
  • The pesterlogs are long, but they’re important
  • The Midnight Crew intermission is also important, but not enjoyable the first time you read it, especially if you have trouble following circular time travel plots.  It’s much funnier the second time around, I promise
  • The Exiles are not enjoyable the first time.  They grow on you, don’t worry (and they’re funnier during Read #2)
  • When you reach Act 5 and meet the trolls, you may become irrationally angry that you just got used to the 4 kids and now you have to meet and like 12 more characters?  Fuck this and fuck you Hussie I’m not reading this comic anymore these feelings are normal and expected
  • Take your time with the interactive games, they’re full of easter eggs that are plot relevant
  • Sometimes Hussie just fucks with you
  • Have fun and go at your own pace

Okay so I been thinking

Y’know how in season 2 of Young Justice, Raquel gets married, but they never actually show or say who she’s getting married to? Weird, huh? It always bugged me.

But. What if. They didn’t say who she was marrying. 

Because it was another lady.

Season 2 aired on cartoon network and Greg et al were under some restrictions about what kind of relationships they could have on their show. Greg has said multiple times he’d like to have non-straight people/relationships in Young Justice, but was never allowed to because of the rigidity coming down from the network of where the show was airing. So maybe this was a clever way of side-stepping those restrictions.

Think about it…they never say who she’s marrying…they never indicate the gender of the person she’s marrying…

So…just saying. Maybe Raquel has a wife.

250617 ; what i bring when i go out to study 

1. chargers (for all my electronic devices) 
this is so important for me, especially if i’m going to be studying for eight hours straight. i hate the frustration i feel when my devices (laptop!!!!) run out of battery because this totally throws me off my plans for the day, plus it’s always better to be safe than sorry!!

2. headphones / earphones 
these are absolutely essential while studying at a cafe (like starbucks, which i frequent). you never know, there could be screaming babies or loud conversations which none of us want to be listening to (it screws up your concentration) so listening to music helps 

3. oversized sweater of some sort
i love love love the feeling of warmth in a really cold place, and most places i go to study are cold anyway (starbucks, the library). you don’t want to be shivering while studying, you’d more likely be thinking of ways to get warmer instead of actually study, plus oversized sweaters are more comfy, so yes.

4. water bottle
this is pretty self-explanatory, i mean keeping hydrated detoxifies your body and keeps you healthy!!!!! h20 is important friends!!!!!! also bring some healthy snacks like berries or granola (my favourite study snacks) if you’re going to be studying for a long time.

5. notebook
or some loose leaf paper, depending on what i want to write my notes on. 

6. pencil case
i usually take with me at least two black pens (in case i drop one or one runs out of ink or some other mishap), a mechanical pencil, an eraser, markers / highlighters in whatever colour scheme my notes are going to be, a ruler, a black brush pen (usually the pentel fude sign pen), correction tape and occasionally, brush markers (i rarely bring these though, since i don’t really incorporate them in my notes) + any other materials i might need (eg. calculator for math etc)

7. laptop (or textbook)
this depends on where the notes to make my notes come from (did this make sense?). usually i bring both, since my teachers send slides, and the textbook is the main resource i use. 

8. bullet journal
i pretty much bring my bullet journal everywhere, so studying outside is not an exception. it’s nice to strike off things on my to-do list when i’m studying, and it makes the whole process a lot more bearable, since doing that makes me feel productive, and being productive makes me feel motivated (also if i need a break i like to work on my spreads with whatever materials i have!!!).

these are the main things i bring when i go out to study, sometimes i bring more, and sometimes less, it depends on what i want to do, but what’s pictured above is the most common! 

Come Back to Me (Part Four)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Car Accident, Kinda Claustrophobia, Injuries/Bruising, Crying

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Ever since the night Peter hadn’t come to your house because he was taking care of May two weeks ago, he made sure to send you a text every night to tell you he would be coming over. It made you feel guilty for making him feel bad, but you couldn’t help but be relieved every time your phone vibrated with a text from him.

Tonight when he texted you, it read about a car chase that he was going to try to stop. He said that he probably wouldn’t be over until late, and you sighed, moving from your bed to make yourself another cup of coffee to keep your tiredness at bay.

You walked into your kitchen, thankful both your parents were out of town on a  business trip so you could make all the noise you wanted to. You turned the coffee machine on, waiting for it to heat up, and you opened the cupboard to take out the bag of coffee grains.

You were met with an empty cupboard. You groaned and threw your head back in annoyance, realizing you would have to go out and buy more coffee. Knowing Peter wouldn’t arrive for a while, you decided to take the trip to the convenience store. You went into your room, opening your bedroom window just in case Peter finished earlier than he said he was. You grabbed some money and slipped on a sweatshirt and shoes before venturing off into the dark night.

You warily watched your surroundings as you made your way down the multiple streets towards the convenience store, knowing that someone who Peter would usually go after on a night like this could be lurking around you.

Your nerves stayed on edge until you reached the store with the glowing “Open 24/7″ sign on the door. You allowed yourself to calm down as you walked inside, murmuring a small ‘hello’ to the half-asleep person at the counter who startled awake when the bell over the door rang. You calmly strolled the aisles, looking for the coffee, not in a rush so you could try to waste the time until Peter would be done with his crime-fighting for the night.

When you finally found the aisle with the multiple brands of coffee, you grabbed the bag you always bought and made your way to the counter. The employee only looked mildly annoyed that you had woken him from his nap, but you chose to ignore his slight glare as you reached into your sweatshirt pocket to fish out the ten dollar bill you had grabbed before leaving the house.  

You pulled it out and handed it over to him, and your hand was still in mid-air when you heard a loud screech outside of the store. Both yours and the employee’s heads turned towards the front of the store to look through the large glass windows. The sight in front of the store made you gasp, and the money in your hand fell to the ground beneath you. 

Two cars sped through the street coming towards the convenience store, and behind them, was Spiderman. He swung from buildings, trying to catch up to the fast-paced cars. He reached the one closest to him and knocked the driver out, but the car lost control without anyone operating it and slammed into the first car. The cars neared closer and closer to the convenience store as the shock of the second car slamming into the first one registered onto the first driver’s face. The surprise distracted him, causing him to turn around and look at the damage, but he didn’t have enough time to turn before the convenience store doors were right in front of his face. 

Spiderman was behind them, trying to web the car backwards before it could make impact, but it was too late. 

You watched as the cars neared closer, and you tried to run to the other side of the store so you wouldn’t be in the direct line of damage, but it seemed as though it happened in seconds.

The cars were too quick, and you watched them smash through the storefront and into the first three aisles of the store. You were in the fourth aisle. The impact caused a domino effect, each aisle falling backwards onto each other, and the third falling onto you. You fell to the ground, yelping as you slammed to the ground and felt an immediate, painful weight on top of your back. 

You began to panic when you tried to move but couldn’t budge. You tried to lift yourself up, but the weight of two aisles-worth of shelves on top of you was too much for your strength. The panic led to fear, and the fear led to tears forming in your eyes as you still struggled to move. 

“Help!” You yelled, beginning to sob when you heard nothing in response. You were sure the boy at the counter had escaped through the back door. You were all alone.

“Help!” You screamed louder, hoping for someone to hear you. You knew Peter wouldn’t just leave something like this as his duty as Spiderman. He would have to come in and see if anyone was hurt. He would have to.

“Help, please,” you said, the volume in your voice lowering as your sobs overwhelmed you. “Peter,” you cried even harder, waiting for him to come and save you. “Peter, please,” you began to hyperventilate as the thought of being trapped under here for a prolonged period of time entered your mind.

You sobbed and cried and yelled for who knows how long until you heard his voice. “Hello? Is anyone in here? Hello?” He sounded panicked as well, and you were sure he had heard the loud sobbing from inside the store with the enhanced hearing his suit gave him.

“Peter!” You sobbed loudly, and you were met with silence for a few moments, until you heard a soft, “(Y/N)?”

“Peter,” you replied, still sobbing, but you began to feel relief after hearing his voice. “Peter, help me. Please.”

You heard him rustle around, trying to find the source of your voice. “I’m coming, (Y/N), it’s okay. I’m right here.”

You continued to cry until you heard him come closer to you. “I’m gonna lift this up now, okay?” He said with a calm voice, though you were sure you could hear some panicked undertones mixed in.

“Okay,” you said, voice shaking and cracking. When you felt your back be relieved of the weight, you expected to be relieved of pain along with it. You were wrong. If anything, the pain was worse without the heavy weight to distract you from it, and you cried out as various spots in your back began to throb with pain.

“Are you okay?!” Peter asked, the panic more evident in his voice. 

“It hurts,” you cried, moving your sore arm to hold your back now that it wasn’t trapped down anymore. You heard a loud crash and looked up to see Peter had pushed the two aisles to the opposite direction. He knelt down next to you, and although you couldn’t see his facial expression through the mask, you could tell by his shaky breathing that he was worried.

“I’m gonna try to pick you up now, just stay still for me,” he whispered and wrapped one arms around your legs. He wrapped the other around your back, and you cried out again, but he didn’t move his arm. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered, the panic in his voice now replaced with heavy guilt. He stood up with you in his arms, and the movement made the pain in your back even worse, but you bit your lip to try to silence the whimpers. You continued to cry. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m right here, (Y/N),” he whispered to you, but you kept on crying. 

“(Y/N), (Y/N), look at me for a second,” he said, and you looked up at him to see him pulling up the mask to his forehead. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m right here with you. Now stop crying,” he began to whisper, and he pressed his forehead against yours. This was the closest you had ever been to him, and it served as a good distraction. Your tears began to stop. “Just hold onto me, okay?” 

You hummed a quiet “mhm”, and Peter pulled his forehead away from where it was resting against yours. He pushed his mask back over his face, and as he ran out of the store, you looked at the damage behind you. You noticed both of the men webbed inside of their respective cars, one conscious and one not, with a note on the first car. You couldn’t bring it in yourself to try to read it. 

Peter adjusted his grip on you to only one arm wound tightly around your waist as he used the other to swing from building to building quickly. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, not wanting to see the distance between the two of you and the ground. You kept your head tucked into his neck, and when you felt him softly land on ground, you looked up to be met with your bedroom.

Peter gently set you down on your bed, and you winced when his arm grazed your back as he set you down. He turned around, ripping his mask off his face and throwing it onto your desk. He turned on your lamp and closed your bedroom door. He leaned his head against the door, his back facing you, breathing heavily. He stayed that way for a few minutes, and although it may have been silent to him, your heartbeat in your ears was beating too loudly for you to have realized he began to speak.

He had turned around and was now looking at you with furrowed eyebrows and watery eyes. You turned your head toward him. “Did you say something?”

“Turn on your stomach,” he said, walking to your bedside. You followed his words, grimacing as you turned around. You breathed heavily, clenching your teeth to not make any noises that showed your pain. “Can I lift your shirt up a little bit?” He asked, and when you nodded, you felt his hands lift your sweatshirt up a small amount. You suddenly felt nervous, and your bedroom felt all too small for only the two of you. 

Peter breathed out heavily from behind you and you turned your head to look at him. You saw the guilt evident on his face. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he whispered, clearly trying not to cry. “This is all my fault.”

“Take a picture of it, I want to see it,” you said, handing him your phone from your sweatshirt pocket. You noticed it was now slightly cracked, and you sighed, knowing it was from the impact of falling to the ground. He took it from you, taking the picture and handing it back to you.

You gasped when you saw the image on the screen. Your back was covered in small cuts everywhere, and the entirety of it was already starting to become purple. You sighed, turning around again and wincing. “It’s not your fault, Peter.”

He shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, but he closed it when you took his hand in yours. You tugged his arm towards you, signaling that you wanted him to get into bed next to you. He let go of your hand and turned your lap off before stealthily crawling over you without touching you. He laid down beside you. You turned on your side to lay your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders when you did so. 

You didn’t care that this was probably crossing every boundary you had set in your mind about him, but you didn’t care. You needed the comfort right now.

“Thank you for saving me, Peter,” you whispered into the darkness. You heard him sniffle from above you, and you wiped at your cheeks to get rid of the stains of dried tears.

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he whispered in reply. “I never wanted me being Spiderman to harm you in any way. This happened because of me.”

“No, it didn’t,” you said in return, slapping him lightly on the chest to try to make light of the situation. He didn’t laugh, and you sighed. “You were trying to get dangerous people off the street. And you succeeded, you caught them. It just took a slightly wrong turn. But everyone is okay.”

“You got hurt,” his voice cracked and he turned his head away from you to face the wall. 

“I’m okay, Pete,” you whispered, lifting your head up and lightly turning his head towards yours with your hand. “You were the one who got me out of there. You saved me, okay?”

He sniffled again, a tear falling down his cheek. You wiped it away.

“Why are you crying?” You were still whispering, and the two of you still stared into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” he said, and looked down to avoid your eyes. You thought you could see a light blush on his cheeks, but it was too dark to tell. “Hearing you cry and yell my name like that, it just- I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“Peter,” you said, slightly louder. He looked back up at you. “It’s just some bruises. They’ll go away.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding, trying to convince himself. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

He looked away again, clenching his jaw to prevent himself from crying anymore. You rested your head back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat through the suit. The two of you laid there in silence, resting, and as you began to feel yourself doze off in his arms, he moved from under you. He began to take his arm away from around your shoulders, and you were wide awake instantly. 

“Where are you going?” You asked groggily, pressing a hand down on his chest to keep him from moving. You couldn’t see him in the darkness, but you were sure he was bewildered. 

“I, uh, I was gonna head back home,” Peter whispered.

You moved your hand up to his shoulder, grasping it lightly. “Not yet. Please just stay a little longer,” you whispered in response. “Please.” You could see him nodding back.

“Okay,” he said softly, wrapping his arm back around your shoulders and resting his head back on the pillows. 

“Okay,” you said, resting your head on his chest again. You dozed back off, and the last thing you could remember was Peter pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering, “Goodnight.”

When you woke up in the morning, he was still next to you.

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Alright guys, I’m not going to lie. I really like how this one turned out. I’d love to know what you guys think about it. Feel free to also let me know if you’d want another part :) Requests are open!!

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170618 // I haven’t made a post like this in a while, but I’m revising for an exam right now and it’s the last thing I want to be doing so I’m procrastinating (don’t follow my lead kids).

How I use Digital Notes

I’ll make a more detailed post about how I study at some point, but for now:

  • I use microsoft onenote, but you can use whatever program you feel comfortable with.
    • Useful features of onenote include the organisation into notebooks, sections, and tabs, search function, equation support, tagging, and formatting options (inc. different heading styles).
    • You can find really great posts about onenote quite easily if you’re interested in how it works (I would 100% recommend it).
  • Throughout the year I type up my class notes, summarising information and organising it into a sensible order.
    • This took a lot of discipline and I fell off the bandwagon quite a bit. I initially intended to type up my notes from the day every evening, but I found it’s more realistic to just do it as often as possible and to aim to finish each topic’s notes before I move onto the next one.
  • When I come to revise for exams I will rewrite and summarise my notes on paper (writing out notes helps me remember them, but this may not work for you)
    • When I’m doing the first few past papers I’ll have my notes with me so I can look things up until I can do a paper without them.
      • I find this is more effective than using the mark scheme to help as the mark scheme basically gives you the answers.

Why Make Digital Notes?

Obviously digital notes don’t work for everyone, but I find they’re much more useful to have than notes on paper, at least before you start revising.

  • The main benefits of digital notes are:
    • typing is faster than writing
    • search functions (depending on the program) to look up information quickly
    • neater and faster formatting
    • you can back them up somewhere else so you don’t have to worry about losing or damaging them
    • you can bring all your notes with you without it weighing a tonne (assuming your laptop/tablet doesn’t weigh a tonne)
    • copy and paste! Ofc use this as infrequently as possible, but it’s useful for quotes etc.
    • pictures without the effort of drawing or printing out and sticking in
    • cheaper as you don’t have to buy pens and paper as often
    • an excuse to bring your computer into school and then go online shopping and play games during really boring classes no I haven’t done this what are you talking about so you have access to google etc. to look things up whenever

Prioritising

  • The only reason I’ve managed to keep up with my notes throughout the year is because I don’t take any for maths and I’ve kind of fallen off the bandwagon for French (whoops). It’s a bit unrealistic to expect to keep up with all the notes for all your subjects (particularly if you’re doing gcses), so prioritise.
  • Subjects like maths tend to assess a skill rather than knowledge, so it’s probably more useful to do practice questions rather than make notes.
  • If you’re dropping a subject in a year and won’t touch it again make sure it’s actually worth making notes for the whole year.

In Class or After Class?

Whether you write notes on the computer during class or afterwards depends on the class.

  • I’ve got one particular teacher who flits back and forth between topics and often mentions things without going into detail because she assumes we’re too stupid to understand (not my favourite teacher ngl). So I use my laptop in her lessons so I can go back to topics we’ve already done and so I can google things to fact check (she frequently dumbs stuff down to inaccurate levels) and expand on points that she makes.
  • If you’ve got a teacher that tends to move super fast it might be worth having a computer with you as typing is generally much faster than writing.
    • If you can’t touch type learning is a really good idea, even just to improve the speed of your typing (I can’t actually touch type but I took a course until I learnt to use all my fingers when typing and now I type much faster). There’s lots of free online courses available.
  • Alternatively, you can just make all your class notes on paper and type up the important information when you get home.
    • This means you don’t have to worry about your class notes being neat enough to revise from; after you type them up you can file them or even throw them away to save space.
    • It also works as a review which is really good for putting the information into your long-term memory.
    • However it is also pretty time consuming so you’ve got to be super disciplined to keep on top of it.
  • In my school at a levels I’ve found it’s not too unusual to have a laptop out but it’s a bit odd to have one at gcses (idk about other schools). Obviously you shouldn’t care about what other people think, but if having your laptop/tablet with you will make you feel self-conscious and uncomfortable then leave it at home.
    • Also laptops and tablets are expensive and it’s understandable if you’d rather keep them safe at home.
    • That said, people do get used to it. Even if you’re the only one with a laptop/tablet, the novelty wears off quickly.
  • Some teachers don’t actually like students using laptops and tablets during class, so do check before you bring it in.

I hope this helped! Of course if you have any questions about this (or anything else) my ask is always open please ask me something

Here’s where I post this and find 56 typos :/

Just A Quick Thing To The Community:

With the recent Antisepticeye stuff going on, a lot of people are commenting on Jacks videos talking about how people are taking it too seriously, and it’s honestly starting to ruin the vibe. Everyone knows that it’s Sean. No one has ever argued, (that I have witnessed), that Anti is a real entity hell bent on killing us all & destroying Jack’s channel. Sure, maybe some theories suggest it, sometimes we look too far into things & discover ‘hints’ that are not actually there, but for God sakes guys, let people enjoy something. It’s not hurting anyone, & in a world already so infested with people tearing down others enjoyment, why bring it into this community?
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Personal note: I love you guys tons. So does Jack. He just wants to create something we can come together to talk about & have fun with. Don’t ruin it for us, & more importantly, don’t ruin it for all of the hard work @therealjacksepticeye & @pixlpit have put into this. Thank you.