but i think most of it would be school

[translations] 2017.03.26 NCT DREAM fansign at Daejeon fan accounts

1. OP: Jeno, what do you think is your charm point?
Jeno: When I smile at someone? [614duck]

2. OP asked Haechan if there’s any singer he wants to collaborate with, he says Dean. [NCT_YOUNG2]

3. OP: Do you think of any pokemon when you see me?
Jisung: (while drawing) Snor—lax… 
OP: How did you know I love to sleep?
Jisung: HAHAHAHAHA [NCT_YOUNG2]

4. OP asked Jisung, if they get the chance to appear on Running Man, whose name tag would he like to tear?
Jisung: Mark hyung
OP: Why?
Jisung: Ah no, it’s Haechan hyung. Because he annoys me all the time [NCT_dh66]

5. OP: Jisung, which of Mark’s stages in High School Rapper do you think is most memorable?
Jisung: The semi finals.. No, oh! Sing Sang Sung!!
OP: Haha, If Jisung has the chance to act again, what role would you want to do?
Jisung: I want to be a soldier! [tweety_nct]

6. OP: When does Haechan think he’s the manliest?
Haechan: For me… (distressed) When I’m angry! [jane_0423]

7. OP: Jisung, are you still sleeping in the living room?
Jisung: Recently I sleep in the room
OP: Why?
Jisung: Chenle came once to go back into the room, another time Renjun hyung came and told me to go back in so I went to the room to sleep.[jn_0_jn]

8. OP: Could you tell me what’s your favorite drink from gongcha?
Jeno: I like taro smoothie! 
OP: Could you write that for me? haha and a heart too~  [haaaaechan]

9. OP: Did you see the god Jisung banner I held during rookies show? 
Jisung: Ah, yes.
OP: You have seen it??
Jisung: That… Black one
OP: Yes!!! Black with white lining.
Jisung: Oh yes yes
OP: Could you write  련지 Noona here?
Jisung: Ohhhh… That twitter…??
OP: Yes hehe… So you know!!
Jisung: I have seen it, I have looked at it with my friend [O7220205]

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*all i want for christmas is you playing muffled in the distance*
gabe is really festive guy pass it on

WriterofthePrompts Ultimate Ask Masterlist

I’ve decided to make a masterlist of asks I’ve done to make them easier to find for you guys (and for myself). I split them into categories as best as I could by genre and topic. Also, some asks have some helpful tips in the notes as well to check out (some are marked but not all) and if you have anything to add that you think would help, feel free to reply or reblog with your addition. I’ll try to keep it updated with future asks.

Now without further ado, the strangest and most wonderful list I’ve ever made.

World Building

Character Development

Writing Different Types of Characters

Character Family

Romance

Sci Fi

Superheroes

Aliens

Fantasy/Paranormal

Creatures

Magic and Witches

Angels and Demons

Vampires

Ghosts

Battle Scenes

Keep reading

Recently I’ve seen lot of posts where McGonagall freaks out when Harry’s children start Hogwarts and I know it sounds funny but it really bothers me that some people think this is something she would do. 

Let’s just remember that she:

- fought and survived THREE wars.
- had to deal with the marauders AND Voldemort’s inner circle when they were young.
- kept the Weasley twins at bay. 
- perfectly managed a school full of teenagers when every year a psychopath tried to kill Harry.
- had to bury most of her dearest and brilliant students.
- had to deal with the fact she is one of the main reasons why the Death Eaters were really good, she taught them well and then used this knowledge to kill.
- spent months living in constant mortal peril when Snape was headmaster and never cared about her safety, her main concern were her students.
- HAD TO ALWAYS FIX DUMBLEDORK STUPID MISTAKES BECAUSE HE HAD NO CLUE ABOUT HOW TO MANAGE A SCHOOL AND ALWAYS KEPT HER IN THE DARK UNTIL THE SHIT HIT FAN THEN IT WAS HER RESPONSABILITY TO SAVE THE DAY.
- was only “defeated” once and it was because she was fighting against FOUR Aurors when they tried to arrest Hagrid. 
- was feared and respected even by the Death Eaters and the corrupted Ministry of Magic. 
- classy dealt with Dolores Umbridge even when her career was in danger.

Do you really think she would be scared of a bunch of kids just for their last name?!

Come on! She will be like “Finally! I was getting really bored”.

Those children are so not ready for Minerva “McBadass” McGonagall.

What’s important to remember is that the entire banquet scenario wouldn’t have been possible in any other sports anime.

Not because other sports anime couldn’t show a dance-off at an epic party but because other sports anime feature high school kids.

I think it is always important to note and highlight the fact that most characters in Yuri on ice are adults/are of legal age and that changes so many things about the show and makes it stand out from other sports anime.

The banquet scenario wouldn’t have been possible in any other sports anime because it would require underage drinking and most authors stray away from that topic (for obvious reasons). (Not to mention how well YOI handled the topic of drinking.)

The relevance of the character’s ages extends to many aspects of the anime, but the banquet is where this becomes most prominent and most obvious. It’s because Yuuri is 23 and can legally drink everywhere that the banquet scenario, the entire new ED sequence and the plot twist that changed everything was possible.

And I think that deserves to be mentioned.

Everybody has that one friend in school who, like, school would be a nightmare without them. You know, like one person who is on your level who makes the same dumb jokes, is into the same weird games that you are, just like gets your sense of humor. And like, it can be the most meaningful thing in the world to have that person. I feel like every place I’ve been I have had at least one really good friend, who like… I can get through how awful it is because they’re there. And I think, y'know… McGucket and Ford were those kind of friends.
—  Alex Hirsch
Newt Scamander X Reader – Only Friend Part 1 of 3

Description – The reader meets Newt in their first year at Hogwarts and their friendship goes through the years at school.

A/N – I was up at 5AM with this in my head and I finished it at 10AM but then I had to go to work so I couldn’t upload it till now. 8 pages long, so proud. I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with the ball itself, what do y’all think?

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Link to Part 2 - http://writeyouin.tumblr.com/post/153880534952/newt-scamander-x-reader-only-friend-part-2

Link to Part 3 - http://writeyouin.tumblr.com/post/154508514882/newt-scamander-x-reader-only-friend-part-3-of-3


First Year

Your heavy bag weighed you down as you pelted down yet another identical hallway to your next Charms class. If you didn’t hurry, then you would most certainly be late once again and that was something that you really couldn’t afford right now. You constantly tried to be a good student but with all the moving staircases, trick doors, and such, it really didn’t take much to disorient a clumsy student such as yourself.

As time marched forward, you pressed on, struggling to keep pace as you ran out of breath. It was when you ran around a corner that you slammed into another student. Both his books and yours skidded across the stone floor.

“S-sorry.” The boy stuttered, hurrying to reach his scattered notes with shaking hands.

“No, it was my fault, I’m sorry.” You apologised, helping gather everything up, no longer caring if you were late to your lesson; you had always been raised to believe that if you created a mess then you should stop and help fix it.

The boy couldn’t find the words to respond. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, mainly because they all found him to be weird. It surely meant that you didn’t know who he was then because no one in their right mind would apologise to the “Freak of Hogwarts” Newt Scamander.

You looked down to his books, the main titles were ones such as, “The Heroism of Killing a Creature” by Vladimir Greystock, “The Only Uses of Animal Parts” by Henrietta Bagmiles, and “The Trapping of Magical Creatures” by Elie & Brunhilda Gardham.

“Jeez, that’s a lotta books about killing creatures. Why do you want to hunt them so badly?”

Newt was taken aback by the question, it meant that unlike the other students, you really didn’t know who he was or about his interest in preserving the lives of magical creatures, “I- I don’t. I-it’s just that the material on magical c-creatures is somewhat sparse and the only people who know w-where they are do so b-because they h-hunt them. I-I-I’m going to change that.”

It was only after the bold statement that Newt lost his little confidence again, he was awaiting the taunting laughter, name calling, or some other such manner of teasing; perhaps a hex or jelly-legs jinx of some form.

“Wow,” you beamed a toothy grin, “That’s really cool. I’m (Y/N).”

You stuck out your hand, Newt recoiled momentarily, wary of some new form of prank. You waited patiently and after about a minute he gently grasped your hand, you shook it heartily. For a fleeting second Newt dared to look you in the eye, he was astounded when he found your gaze to hold no malice or contempt, just genuine happiness that he had shook your hand.

“So, do you have a name or am I stuck to calling you new friend?”

“F-friend?”

“Yep, we shook on it, didn’t we?”

“R-right. I’m Newt Scamander.”

“Newt? That’s a funny name.”

“F-funny?”

“Yeah, I like it though. Muggles don’t have names like that, but I’m finding that a lot of witches and wizards have great names like that.”

“You’re muggle-born?”

You nodded, unashamed, despite some of the mean comments you had received due to your heritage; it seemed that you were one of only a small handful of muggle students, perhaps that would one day change.

“It’s okay though,” You beamed with pride, “because I’m in Hufflepuff and they haven’t had much to say about it. Hey, check out your tie, I guess you’re in Hufflepuff too. How come I haven’t seen you in the common room before?”

“Oh, I um, I usually spend time in the l-library. S-so who bullies you? Is it the S-slytherins?”

“Hmm, no, not in particular. It’s mostly Gryffindors, I guess all that bravery gives them something to hide behind. We’ll see how they hide from a good hit in the nose though, see ‘em try to magic their way out of that. Say, are we going to just sit on the floor and talk or are we going to head somewhere comfier? How about the common room?”

Newt swallowed, he had never had a friend, not even one in his own house. If you were truly his friend then surely, he could confide something, albeit something small, other things would come later, “I don’t f-find the common room to be all that c-comfortable.”

“Oh… Well how about the owlery? Since you like animals so much. I’d say the paddock but I’m not supposed to be seen right now, seeing how I’m accidentally missing class right now, never mind though. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.”

“Okay… The owlery then.”


Second Year

It had taken almost an entire year but Newt finally stopped stuttering around you. Mostly. To say he had a small crush on you would be an understatement. He adored the way you listened to all his ramblings, even when they just tapered off into a comfortable silence. Then there was the way you always remained loyal to him despite what the others told you about his strange ways, although he wished you weren’t so confrontational about it. Once someone had cursed him with a spell that made him trip into the mud whenever he tried to walk. By the time you found him, there was quite a crowd gathered and you had received a detention for punching the boy who had done it as well as throwing his wand into the lake; it took the teaches quite the effort to convince the merpeople to give it back. Another thing that added to Newt’s adoration of you was the many times you’d covered for him with the other teachers; Newt would often wander into the Forbidden Forest until the late hours of the night, it was at these times that you would create some excuse of where he really was or what he was doing.

As a way of thanks, Newt had taken you to the Forbidden Forest more than once to show you some of the creatures he had met. On occasion, you would help him build nests for the various unusual creatures that inhabited it. You even sometimes helped write notes on the creatures’ behaviours and lifestyles.

Newt couldn’t tell you his feelings of course. If he did that would surely be the end of him. He expected that a hole would appear on the ground to swallow him up; after all, stranger things had been known to happen.

“Newt?” You approached him in the owlery, disrupting his many wonderings.

“(Y/N)!” He squeaked, falling off the wall he had been perched on.

You snickered, offering a hand to help your fallen comrade.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I looked for you in the paddock but you weren’t there so I rushed over here instead.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend and today’s super important.”

“It is?”

You eyed up Newt incredulously, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?”

You shook your head in disbelief, then pulled a card out of your cloak, “Happy Birthday Newt.” You rejoiced loudly, sending a couple of the owls into a panicked frenzy.

Fresh tears hit the back of Newt’s eyes as he took the card with tentative hands. He never made much of a fuss on his birthday since nobody else did, you on the other hand had been planning the day for months, awaiting it with eager anticipation.

“Come on, open it, open it, open it.” You bounced up and down on the spot.

Newt did and found a card with a Beagle puppy in a party hat with a colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top. The inside had a crudely drawn stick figure with the word ‘Bowtruckle’ written next to it, followed by lots of X’s.

“(Y/N)…” Newt was almost speechless. “It’s lovely, thank you. I-I think it’s broken though, the- the pictures aren’t moving.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be like that. Muggle cards don’t move.”

“Oh, right.” Sometimes Newt tended to forget that you were muggle born, “Hey um, what are the X’s?”

“They’re kisses, silly.”

“K-Kisses!”

“Yep,” You continued, oblivious to the Newt’s growing panic, as well as the red spreading over his cheeks that wildly contrasted his ashy brown hair, “We put them in our cards when we’re friends or family with people. Don’t wizards do that?”

“I-I-I’m not entirely sure. I d-don’t often s-send cards.”

“Hey, you’re stuttering, are you okay? Oh, are you unwell?”

You placed your hand on Newt’s forehead. He backed up as far as he could against the wall, leaning as far as he could. “Come on Newt, stay still, you’re too tall for me to reach up there.” You pandered, “If you’re unwell it’s okay, we can go to the hospital wing.”

“I-I’m fine, I just liked the card, that’s all.” Newt’s voice was still fairly squeaky until you relented and backed off, giving him some room to breathe.

“Alright. Oh, I need to give you your gift.”

“Y-you got me a gift?”

“Of course I did, now close your eyes, I left it at the bottom of the stairs so you wouldn’t see it.”

Newt did as ordered while you hefted his gift up the spiral staircase. You set the gift down in front of him with a light thud. “I uh, couldn’t find anything to wrap it in,” You stated, “but you can open your eyes now.”

Once again, Newt followed your instruction. In front of him sat a brown suitcase. He reached out for it delicately, stroking the smooth leather in awe, “(Y/N), it’s beautiful.”

While Newt truly did find it to be the best thing he had ever received, he would have said the same thing about any item presented to him by you, even if it were just a leaf you liked; any gift from you was sure to be precious.

“That’s not the best part.” You twitched excitedly. “It’s enchanted, you can climb in it and everything. Not sure why you would, but you never know. It’s so you can travel like you wanted. I know you can’t really use it now but when you’re older you can go everywhere and have enough room to keep, like an entire house in there. There’s even a muggle mode so they won’t catch on.”

Newt looked up to you guiltily, “(Y/N)… Those kinds of enchantments don’t come cheap… How much did you-”

“Not another word Scamander, this is my gift to you – no returns or exchanges. The cost doesn’t matter.” You folded your arms to show that you meant it. It truly didn’t matter that you’d saved up for the better part of a year to buy him the gift, your logic being that you didn’t have any other friends to buy for since they avoided you because of Newt.

“Thank you (Y/N), thank you.”

Newt wanted to hug you for the thoughtful gift, instead he reached out, unsure of what to do, pulled back his hand temporarily, then settled for patting your shoulder awkwardly. You smiled brightly, as far as you were concerned Newt had practically jumped on you in his own way; any form of contact was his very own, anxious way of showing affection.


Third Year

Newt searched the castle grounds frantically for you. He had heard about a particularly rough interaction between you and another student over your muggle heritage and although the stories of what had happened changed between each passing student, one thing was for sure, you hadn’t come out on top.

“Excuse me. Pardon me. Please let me through.” Newt rushed past the milling students, searching over the tops of their heads in the hope of finding the merest glimpse of you.

“Oy, creature lover, looking for that filthy excuse of a date you have?” A Slytherin heckled, much to the delight of several other students.

Newt froze in front of the Slytherin, wishing that he could be braver or even simply look the other student in the eye, “(S)he’s not my- Never mind… W-where i-is (s)he?”

The student sneered, proceeding to take the mick out of Newt’s stutter, “T-t-try the b-b-b-broom closet where all the l-l-losers b-b-belong.”

Newt rushed to the nearest broom closet where he could hear you whimpering from within. The throng of students had since dispersed, each heading to their own classes.

“(Y/N), is that you in there?” Newt called through the door.

“Go away.” You yelled through a muffled sob.

“(Y/N), please come out. At least tell me what happened, please? I promise there’s no one else here, it’s just me.”

“No. Go away Newt. I don’t want to talk.”

“I’m not leaving (Y/N), not until you tell me what happened.”

There was a long pause before you answered. “I lied to you.”

“About what?”

“Every time I said it didn’t hurt when I got called names. Why does it even matter what my parents are? WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE MUGGLES?”

“… I don’t hate muggles. In fact, I think muggles are wonderful. (Y/N), I’ve seen you fight your way through three years of this, whatever’s happened now can’t be too bad really can it. Now come on, come out here.”

“I’m not coming out.”

“Then let me in.” The words came out as a frantic plea.

There was no sound for what felt to Newt like an eternity, during which he feared he had lost you. Then, much to his relief, he heard the latch click open. When Newt entered, he slammed the door behind him, locking it as promised. The second he saw your face he knew the reason you were so upset. Words such as ‘freak’, ‘pathetic’, ‘worthless’, and worst of all ‘mudblood’ were scrawled over every inch of your face with a scabbing spell; the resulting scabs leaving trails of blood mixed with tears down your previously smooth skin.

“Oh (Y/N).” Newt whispered, reaching out cautiously.

The gentle tone of his voice brought on a fresh bout of tears, you collapsed into his arms. Newt held you tightly against him, slowly lowering himself and you to the floor while you wept. For once in his life, Newt never had to wonder what to do or how to do it, the time spent with his animals had taught him to gently stroke your hair and whisper soothingly.

It was after that day that you allowed yourself to be more vulnerable around Newt, so long as it was just him. In those moments, Newt was always a natural at calming you down and cheering you up with various random facts.


Fourth Year

When the fourth year rolled in, the school announced that the fourth years and above would be taking part in a Christmas Ball.

Ever since the announcement students had flocked to their sweethearts to ask them out and in truth you yourself had received a few surprising invites; each of which you’d turned down in the hopes that Newt would ask you.

Newt had spent endless nights pacing around the empty common room thinking of ways he could ask you to the ball without stuttering or messing the thing up entirely. Should he ask you as a friend even though he wanted to be so much more? If he asked you would he be too scared to dance, to touch you? Would you kiss him? Would you punch him? Could he be bold? Was it wrong to ask by owl? There were simply too many unforeseen possibilities, too many questions. As such, he left it, convincing himself that he would ask you the next time he saw you; it was always ‘next time.’

The days rolled by, turning into weeks. Most students already had their dates, outfits, and entire evenings planned out and you were still alone, hanging your hopes on Newt. You had long since caught onto his crush on you, he was hardly subtle about it, and from your long time spent with him you definitely had feelings for him in return.

One week away from the ball you were lying awake in your dormitory when you heard a crash from the common room, followed by a muffled “Bugger.” You grinned, getting up from bed to find Newt; it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t woke any of the other students or if he had then they didn’t care enough to check out the source of the sound.

When you reached the common room, you saw that Newt had tripped over one of the many throw pillows left by the other students.

“Lumos.” You whispered, summoning a bright light from your wand.

Newt shifted backwards, tripping into a yellow beanbag with a mumbled “Oh dear.”

“Newt, calm down, it’s just me.”

“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God, I thought I was going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.”

“Yeah well… Hang on, what happened to your shirt? Jeez Newt, you’re bleeding. Give me a sec.”

You cast your wand around the room, lighting the candles and bringing light the room once more. Upon closer inspection, you saw that Newt’s hair was dishevelled, he was covered in dried mud, and that three large gashes ran from his neck to his stomach; fortunately, they weren’t too deep.

You sighed despondently. During your years with Newt, you had become handy with medicinal magic, learning it after you’d seen his other injuries. Some had left scars where you had been too inexperienced or had done a quick patch job but more often than not you had healed him to perfection.

“Alright,” you nodded, “Take off your shirt, let me see what I’m working with here.”

Newt turned crimson, averting his gaze from you. Although you had seen it all before he still got embarrassed every time you had to treat one of his injuries; mainly because it usually involved him removing an article of clothing. Nevertheless, he did as instructed, removing his tattered shirt and getting up to sit on the desk chair where you usually treated him.

“How’d it happen this time?” you asked, stroking lightly at the edge of the first scratch with your thumb to see how deep it truly was.

“Just found out that you need to bow to a hippogriff first. Didn’t get away in time.” Newt muttered in response.

“Ah, I see. Was it Jerry?” You summoned a sponge and water from across the room to clean the wound before healing it.

“J-Jerry?” Newt stuttered, trying not to focus on the shivers your warm touch brought.

“Black one with white tips, when we were watching them I named her Jerry.”

“N-no. I-it was the g-g-grey one with s-speckles.”

“Ah, that would be Wilson. Hmm?” You grunted.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I could use Terago to stop any further bleeding but healing this is tricky, maybe if I combine it with… Yes, that should do it.”

You pointed your wand to the injury, “Terago,” the remaining blood cleared away, “Episkey. Reparifors.”

As suspected, the three spells combined worked to a positive effect, leaving only sore red marks where the gashes had been.

“Alrighty then,” you grinned proudly, “you are good to go Mr Scamander.”

“(Y/N) wait,” Newt shot up off the chair, finally ready to ask you the question that had been weighing on him for weeks. “I know a few people have already a-asked you but i-if you h-haven’t answered them yet then m-maybe y-you could t-tell me, w-would you p-please… um, would y-you uh… lend me y-your potions homework.” He finished lamely, mentally cursing himself for being such a cowardly fool.

You released the breath you’d been holding, shaking your head with a weak smile; clearly you were going to have to take the upper hand. “Sure. By the way, I have something to ask you.”

“What?” he sighed dejectedly, still disappointed in his failure.

“Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”

“What?! No!”

You raised your eyebrows, “No?”

“Not no. I mean yes but… Oh God I ruined it. I was supposed to ask you and then you did and this is all my fault. I couldn’t just get the courage to ask you because then it would have been perfect and everything would have been-”

You could have watched Newt babble the night away but you decided to end his suffering quickly, “Newt, sweetie, calm down. It really doesn’t matter who asks who, does it?”

“Well… No, I suppose not.”

“So? Is it a yes?”

Newt reached out to hug you, barely hesitating at all now, “Yes.”

Throwback to when one of the most popular and promising ministers of Germany had to resign because he plagiarized on his doctoral thesis....

sometimes when I look at the madness that is politics today (especially American politics, but also European politics), I think back to this and almost can’t believe it

remember how outraged everyone was….”HE DIDN’T CITE HIS SOURCES, WE LOVED HIM BEFORE BUT NOW HE NEEDS TO BE BANISHED!!”…..

imagine if something like that came out about the angry cheeto….everyone would probably just shrug it off and be like “eh, just Donnie things, what else is new”. Trump would probably even be proud….”Yeah that makes me smart. Got away with it didn’t I?

HOW TO STUDY/LEARN ANY LANGUAGE

Being a polyglot, I decided to make a post about how to study any language, Without further ado, here it is:

1) TRY TO STAY AWAY FROM ENGLISH

This is the most crucial step to studying/learning a new language. In order for your brain to pick up the new words and ideas, it needs to be more immersed in the language you’re learning. Now for most of us who are learning languages in school, that’s kind of hard, especially since most language classes do most of the work in English until you build a level of fluency. This is the primary reason why immersion programs or immersion schools are so much more successful in teaching a language: you’re forced to talk, write, speak, and think in the language you’re learning. Your brain makes connections faster and thus learns faster to understand and process the language. I would suggest that when you’re learning the language, whether it’s in class time or homework, try to work only in that language. Don’t automatically translate things into English because that’s only going to inhibit your process. Even if your knowledge of the language is limited, practicing thinking in the language, reading the language without translating, and speaking will greatly improve your progress. You’ll find yourself become more fluent and the language will flow rather than be halting because your brain is trying to translate things instead of thinking fluently.

2) LEARN AS MUCH VOCABULARY AS YOU CAN

Vocab is one of, if not the, most important aspect of learning a language. I would even go as far as saying it’s about 70-80% of effectively knowing a language. Think about it this way, if you’re at a restaurant and you’re asked to read the menu or if you’re out and you’re reading signs and advertisements, will knowing hundreds of verbs and their conjugations help you get by? Most likely not. Vocab on the other hand will make the difference between understanding and being totally clueless. If that example didn’t do it for you here’s another one: when you’re speaking to someone how can you express yourself if you don’t know the words? Chances are even if you know no grammar but know key words in the language someone will understand you. Most people don’t pay that much attention to grammar anyway when you’re speaking. As long as you have a basic understanding of it, you’ll be understood. I’m not saying that grammar isn’t important, far from it, but so many people underestimate vocab and focus on grammar and that hinders your learning. Try to learn as much vocab as you can because it will bring you one more step to being fluent. The key to knowing a language is to understand it to a high degree. You can’t understand if you don’t know the words. Find a list with the most common words in the language you’re learning and try to learn them all. Have a goal to learn 10-20 new words per day and you’ll go a long way. If you’re trying to learn vocab I would recommend to have a sheet with all the words you’re trying to learn and their definitions. Hide the words and try to write the vocab by seeing only the definitions. Writing down helps you remember and this method is foolproof. I’ve used it for 6+ years in French and it’s never failed me.

3) LEARN BASIC GRAMMAR

When I say basic grammar, I mean the typical verb tenses and some basic structures. This doesn’t mean learning every single verb conjugated in every single tense, but rather learning the patterns of grammar and how to apply them. Work smarter not harder. Learning the patterns makes it easier to recognize them when you’re reading and remember them when you’re writing. In my opinion, one fault with the way languages are taught in school is the way they teach grammar and how much time they spend on it. Most native speakers don’t worry as much about grammar as non-native speakers do. Again, I’m not saying grammar isn’t important because it is and  you have to know it, but the way it’s taught ruins it. Try to make a chart with all the verb tenses and the patterns that go with the different types of verbs and then a list with the irregular verbs/exceptions. This should be enough to help you gain a basic mastery of grammar. If you know the basic rules, it will become second nature as you speak, write, and read more.

4) READ, LISTEN, AND SPEAK

The language you learn at school is very very different from the language actually spoken in its native country. Most of the language you learn is very formal while in real life, formality is disregarded to a degree and slang is prevalent. In order to build a fluency, you need to read and listen to the language in its natural form to pick up the slang and words that are actually used and not the archaic words that nobody ever says. Listen to music from that language, watch the news in that language, read a book or magazine in that language etc. This will again help your brain learn and process the language better. It will also help with vocabulary and general understanding. Children’s books are the best when you’re starting out. The language is simple and the grammar isn’t to complicated. Start with children’s books and then work your way up to novels and other forms of literature. Listening to the language is also crucial. Try to find mediums where the language is spoken and just listen. Don’t translate or stress yourself out trying to understand it all because you won’t the first couple of times. Just let it sink in. Gradually, you’ll find yourself understanding more and more and you’ll improve. With the speaking aspect, speak as much as you can. Don’t be embarrassed if you stumble, can’t express yourself as much as you would like, or have an accent. I also find that watching/reading/listening to translated works is helpful. Find your favorite book and read it in the language you’re learning, it will help you understand and learn more because you already know what’s going on and can focus on the vocab and grammar. Find your favorite movie and watch it in the language you’re learning. Again, it will help you learn more vocab. The more you practice the better it will get. If you distance yourself from speaking you’ll never improve. Balancing reading, listening, and speaking is the key to being successful.

5) DON’T BE AFRAID TO MESS UP

Nobody becomes fluent over night. Cliche but true. Don’t expect to instantly know everything. It’s normal to struggle and have trouble. Failing is part of the learning process and if you stop practicing because you’re afraid, you’re never going to learn anything. Let go of your fears and insecurities and go for it. If you fall down, pick yourself up and start again. Don’t be embarrassed if you mess up but rather learn from your mistakes and grow. The things we remember most are usually the things where we’ve messed up or had a negative experience with. So use the hiccups as a learning experience and your language skills will improve. 

If you follow these steps, I’m confided that you’ll be better in no time :) The key is to enjoy what you do and have fun! Good luck!

I would say Shakespeare continues to be a touchstone. Like most teenagers in high school, when we were assigned, I don’t know, “The Tempest” or something, I thought, ‘My God, this is boring.’ And I took this wonderful Shakespeare class in college where I just started to read the tragedies and dig into them. And that, I think, is foundational for me in understanding how certain patterns repeat themselves and play themselves out between human beings.
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Australian students cheaply recreate a life-saving drug that was famously hiked in price last year.

US executive Martin Shkreli became a symbol of greed when he raised the price of a tablet of Daraprim from $13.50 (£11) to $750.

Now, Sydney school students have recreated the drug’s key ingredient for just $20.

Daraprim is an anti-parasitic drug used by malaria and Aids patients.

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The Sydney Grammar boys, all 17, synthesised the active ingredient, pyrimethamine, in their school science laboratory.

“It wasn’t terribly hard but that’s really the point, I think, because we’re high school students,” one boy, Charles Jameson, told the BBC.

The students produced 3.7 grams of pyrimethamine for $20. In the US, the same quantity would cost up to $110,000.

You know what I think is fascinating? About a month ago I was introduced to someone at an event through a mutual friend. She and I discussed books, television shows, and obviously Sherlock came up.

“I have to know… do you ship Johnlock?” she asked me, cautiously.

“OH yeah. Very much so.”

“Have you read ‘Performance in a Leading Role’?”

“Most definitely.”

“Isn’t that fanfic great??”

This went on longer than I ever would have guessed. But how amazing is it that two people who don’t know each other have already read the same novel (yes, it’s a novel) that was written for free by a stranger online and advertised by word of mouth only?

Think of all the people you walk past in the city, sit next to you on the bus, or go to your school that could have read the same stories you love.

So if you have a story to tell, share it. You never know who could be reading.

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STUDY TIP!! CREATE AUDIO NOTES … and Listen to them all the time!

This is without a double my most favourite study strategy. Think about how much time you waste going to and from school while either sitting on public transport, driving or walking. If you counted the minutes and hours, it would probably add up to quite a few hours a week. Imagine if you could put this time to good use without having to be totally nerdy reading notes ‘on the go’. Normally while ‘on the go’ we would either be looking at social media or listening to music, so rather than waste time on that, get some study out of the way. I literally studied for a whole subject this way, and I was amazed at my results. It didn’t seem so hard studying with earphones in my ears either. 

So how do you do this? It’s fairly obvious. Read your notes out loud and record your voice. You’ill feel rather ridiculous at first, but you soon get used to it. Break up recordings into topics, and change the filename to suit the topic, and then just listen to all your audio notes repeatedly and soon the info will just sink in. 

You may even want to read your notes as you listen. But I prefer to just listen to them.

Totally love this way to study !! Gotta try it. 

Okay honestly one of my favorite things about Ouran is Kyoya’s character development???

 He’s one of the most static characters; he’s calm, cool, collected, intelligent, and the obvious moral compass of the group,

 But as the season goes on you start to notice a few cracks…like, the kind where you see the real Kyoya poking through, begging for someone to let him out???

 As you learn his backstory you realize that while he’s the mother of the group, he’s actually the child of his family, which makes SO MUCH SENSE, 

 BECAUSE HE CAN EXERCISE CONTROL WITH THE HOST CLUB THAT HE NEVER GETS AT HOME.

 And I feel like that somehow corresponds with everything he does within the club, and why he’s so meticulous about everything, because maybe in his subconscious somewhere he thought to himself,

 "If my father were to ever catch me in this club, at least I would have something to show for it,“ which is why he’s so undeniably efficient with all that he controls.

 And the way he feels about Tamaki is absolutely PRECIOUS to see, because at first you feel like he thinks of Tamaki as a genuine moron, (which is how I felt really, I can’t really speak for everyone,) and then you get to the, “And so Kyoya Met Him!” episode.

Which is when you finally get to see how exactly their friendship began in the first place, the history behind our daddy and mommy of the Host Club. And you realize, “Hey, I wasn’t that far off. Kyoya DID think he was a moron, at one point.”

And while Kyoya still thinks Tamaki is an idiot, it’s more of a term of endearment at this point, rather than an insult. Because as weary as he is of Tamaki’s antics, when he thought he was gonna lose him, Kyoya absolutely lost it.

And that was A FREAKING PLEASURE to see because you realize NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES KYOYA CALLS HIM AN IDIOT, OR MORON, OR REFERS TO HIM AS A BURDEN, you know in your heart that that silly blonde prince means the world to Kyoya, and that is in fact his best friend. 

So throughout the season, obviously each character makes their own significant steps to becoming more individual, coming into themselves, but Kyoya’s developement is definitely one of my favorites.

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(I think I like the idea of posting a sketchbook page after I fill it up… idk tho)

THE BEST ESSAY ADVICE YOU WILL EVER GET

Yo peeps, so as you can probably tell, I’m about to blow your mind. You might want to sit down, grab some water, you know, keep yourself hydrated. Maybe do a few stretches.

Now that you’re all ready, let’s begin! A girl who wrote about hotdogs and Costco got into Stanford and most Ivy League Schools, a student who wrote about his love for food got into Stanford, while Cornell’s admissions officer’s favorite essays were about lint and failing the driver’s test four times. Observing a pattern here? All these people chose kind of silly topics to write about. You might be wondering, “Yo,why would I want to sound stupid in front of the admissions officer, this doesn’t make sense!” . Well, that’s a valid argument. Now read this excerpt from one of the essays I mentioned above.

“While enjoying an obligatory hot dog, I did not find myself thinking about the ‘all beef’ goodness that Costco boasted. I instead considered finitudes and infinitudes, unimagined uses for tubs of sour cream, the projectile motion of said tub when launched from an eighty foot shelf or maybe when pushed from a speedy cart by a scrawny seventeen year old. I contemplated the philosophical: If there exists a thirty-­three ounce jar of Nutella, do we really have free will? I experienced a harsh physics lesson while observing a shopper who had no evident familiarity of inertia’s workings. With a cart filled to overflowing, she made her way towards the sloped exit, continuing to push and push while steadily losing control until the cart escaped her and went crashing into a concrete column, 52” plasma screen TV and all. Purchasing the yuletide hickory smoked ham inevitably led to a conversation between my father and me about Andrew Jackson’s controversiality"

Yes, yes, she’s literally talking about hot dogs and Costco. Now don’t underestimate her, this girl got accepted to 5 Ivy League Schools and Stanford. Jeez, that’s impressive. So now, you might be thinking , “Okay, enough of this, just get to the juicy part, give us the magic potion!” . Luckily enough for you, I’m getting to the point.

If you want to write an essay that slays everyone else’s like Beyoncé, first you gotta be true to yourself. You’re 17 or 18, you don’t want to end poverty or save the world. Maybe you enjoy pepperoni pizza, maybe you love watching horror films, maybe you love shopping at Macy’s, whatever it is, write about it.

The key is to choose a seemingly silly topic and present it in an intellectual light. Your ability to turn something silly into something genius will impress them and make you more memorable. In order to do that, you need to have a lot of knowledge about the topic you chose, which is why you need to be true to yourself. But then again, don’t write a pointless essay, don’t tell the officers that you can stuff 20 cheese balls in your mouth. Although I think it’s impressive, the admissions officer will beg to differ.

So there’s the secret formula to write a winning essay. Best of luck and I hope you get into your dream school!

Diyanshu Emandi

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@woah-broah said: “i was wondering if you could do an imagine of the reader and jughead always sharing glances at each other and being too shy to talk to each other at school. Ronnie and Archie end up getting tired of watching them not do anything and end up talking to them and set them up for a date at pops??”

A/N: I LIVE FOR IMAGINES LIKE THESE 

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i actually find it really funny that people think tim would be a nerd in a no superheroes high school au. like,,, this kid is a Disaster. he would sleep through most of his classes and honestly? he has huge problems with authority and teachers would hate him. i guarantee that he would constantly be asked “why can’t you be more like your brother?”

anonymous asked:

What about the strict nonbelievers? The kid who so firmly doesn't believe in magic that the school falls out of sync with them. Their entire existence a blur. They let you borrow notes but when you go to return them both they and the notes are gone. Their roommate has never seen them but things always move around when the roommate isn't looking. They have classes you never heard of. Their name is the only solid thing about them and is passed around and worn as armour because it belongs to no one

I think this is actually the most plausible way the life of a nonbeliever would play out - not one of the unknowing, but disbelieving with a strength of will other people put into things like iron. And like all belief on campus, it changes things around you. But at the same time the Gentry are a fact, and belief will not change the fact the University is Their Place Too, now. The two can’t quite exist in the same place.

So yeah a nonbeliever would probably spend the four years in a slightly different ?plane of existence? like… it’s not the University proper but a shade of it, where things are very normal and also curiously faded, like paper left too long in the sun; like a photo where someone has lightened all the shadows to pale violet gauze. But normal, none the less.