study + tumblr = studyblr! it’s for anyone wanting to do better, looking for motivation, studying and learning.
we’re like the ravenclaw common room huhu
some variants are appblrs (blogs focusing on college applications), medblrs (medical studyblrs), etc etc.
you could try making a post saying that you’re new! it’s a good way of introducing yourself
don’t be afraid of sending messages to other studyblrs and just starting up a conversation (pls we all love getting messages).
be nice to your followers and to other bloggers! (no hate/rudeness ;;)
tag your posts with #studyblr or #studyspo !!
you can also look through those tags and reblog some stuff
send nice messages! with the new im system, it’s a lot easier to have conversations with people now! (don’t worry we won’t bite pls pls we love getting messages talk to me if u want to)
if someone that you’re following reblogs an ask game or something like that, send them a message! you could find out a mutual interest or something!
join a community page! you can meet lots of other people and find blogs that are studying the same classes as you :)
join a study group. there are many study groups set up by studyblrs. for example, you could join one focusing on biology if you’re taking that class this year. you could meet lots of new people that way!
having a blog theme that’s clean and easy to navigate is really nice.
you can make a tag list for people who want to look through your blog for resources!
making an about is helpful bc people can get to know you!!
natural lighting usually makes pictures 100x nicer
many people use vscocam to edit things like brightness
some studyblrs track tags. for example, i track the tag #tbhstudying and reblog stuff that people have tagged it with
don’t worry; you don’t have to be perfect :’)
pls pls pls don’t feel like you have to have all of the expensive stationery that you see in posts with a lot notes.
don’t let age restrict you!! i started my studyblr when i was a smol 8th grader ; u ;
don’t force yourself to do all of the mind maps and illustrated notes that you see a lot in the studyblr community. if you find out that it doesn’t work for you. use the method that fits you.
don’t focus on followers. it’s about the wish to get better through your own efforts; not the amount of followers you have
don’t repost pictures. always try to reblog from the original. this goes for the pictures that you find on places like weheartit or stealing credit for other people’s posts and articles and masterposts. nobody likes it ;;
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i cant stop thinking about andrew with pastel hair now pls,,,
he takes inspiration from renee and she helps him do it the first few times bc andrew refuses to look like an idiot and neil loves the colours and running his hands through it and seeing the purples and pinks and blues moves and mix together wow can u believe these losers
someone talk to me about this huge edgelord please
can someone pls give me a ‘you left 3 yrs ago in the middle of the night with not even a goodbye letter and now you’re on my door step w a kid that looks exactly like me’ plot pls @eyesof-jade
Three years. It had been three years since James Potter had last seen his…. ex? estranged?.. Lily. These days, he didn’t talk about her. He didn’t think about her. He didn’t keep pictures of her. He did his best to pretend she had never existed.
All of her things were in boxes in the closet. Well, the things he’d kept. Some had been trashed, some set on fire.. And, well, the spare room closet, to clarify, because James couldn’t even stand to look at the cardboard, knowing what each contained. The room was sealed off, and no one was ever allowed to enter it.
It had taken three years to reach this level of sanity, to get him to a place where he could breathe again. He was alone, but that was better than being lonely, in his book. He didn’t call her phone anymore- not even to hear her voicemail message, their pictures had all been taken down, everything she’d decorated in their home had been replaced by things that he liked, things that made him feel like he wasn’t suffocating.
His friends had tried to be supportive, but what do you say to a man whose wife left him like a ghost in the middle of the night? She’ll be back? They’d said that…. They’d lied.
For most of the last three years, he’d been an empty shell of a man, but slowly, he’d gotten back on his feet. It probably would have helped if he’d moved away, but he liked this little cottage house. The neighbors were friendly, he was in a good part of town, and he had a decent job. He didn’t need to have one, but it was all that really kept him busy anymore, since dating was entirely out of the question. There was no need to subject anyone else to his misery.
Somehow, though, tonight… He couldn’t quit thinking about her. There was nothing he could do, really. Lily Evans Potter was just that kind of person… She invaded your very soul, and you could never really bansh her no matter how badly you wanted to. He watched movie after movie, drank until he couldn’t walk, tilted his head back and screamed at the ceiling… nothing could distract from the ache beginning anew in his chest.
Frustrated, he threw his phone across the room, hearing the tell-tale thump of a good connection with the wall. After a moment, though, he heard a series of knocks on the front door, which he steadfastly ignored. He was not in the mood for company. Minutes passed, and the knocks had repeated more than once, and James had hauled his pathetic, angry, mopey self off of the couch to answer the door, ready to yell and chase whoever it was off, but he stopped short, mouth hanging open.
There, on his doorstep, was the wife who’d left him, and beside her, not even standing as high as her knee but holding tightly to her hand was a little boy with disastrous hair, glasses, and his face.
He slammed the door immediately, his mind whirring as he processed the previous ten seconds. There was no way that had been real. He was unraveling tonight. He opened the door again, and nothing had changed, save maybe the expressions on their faces. Maybe his friends hadn’t lied.
Lily was standing on his front step, after three years of ghostly silence, with his mini-me. He couldn’t even stop himself, the words coming out faster than he could censor them.
“What the ever-loving fuck, Lily?! Is this a fucking joke?”
no probs! i hope you enjoy recording and battling the struggle of audio editing lmfao
i still need a good 2k so i can sell my soul to the Cintiq 22HD
someone send help pls
i’ll be doing commissions a lot more this summer with all the free time so
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE commission me
i really, REALLY want a cintiq
or ya know, just donate money, that works too
i mostly want a cintiq 22HD because i saw a particular artist i favor test it out, and it looks like it would help me learn to use my whole arm instead of my wrist while drawing, thus making it a lot easier to prevent carpal tunnel
i’m afraid that if i continue with the tablet i have now (which is pretty standard, nothing that a lot of digital artists don’t already have and use and make amazing art with), or doing traditional the way i’m so used to doing it, i’ll just end up fucking my wrist up more and forgetting to take care of it and such. and with the amount of digital drawing i do, it’d be good to force myself into a position of adjustment so i don’t keep doing the same bad habits
does anyone else like mess purely just for the humiliation aspect of it?
like I hate mess in general but something about talking to your fav or someone and they’re interrupted by a sneeze and catch it in their hand, but they don’t say “excuse me” and continue talking, they look at you with widened eyes that say “I think I may have just snotted all over my hand.”
and it’s even better if it’s in a public place where there’s no bathroom or somewhere they can clean up in peace, so they’re left humiliated, with no idea what to do now
Okay so ya’ll remember the epic mickey amv I was working on??
Well here’s what it looks like now
I’m trying to find a way to restore the project, so if anyone has anything useful plEASE message me or something because if I can’t open the project I’m gonna pISSED OFF… AT LEAST A THIRD OF THE ANIMATION WAS ALREADY SKETCHED LIKE WTF MAN
I haven’t been feeling that motivated to animate recently until I started working on this, and now that the file is corrupted it’s like I fell back into the pit of “not being motivated to work on shit”
So I was looking through my Instagram and I found this beautiful pièce de résistance, though it’s from CBC Canadian News, I feel like this story could easily be something that someone from the southern part of America would say to the news reporter. And being from that area of the country, I can imagine the interview probably would have gone something like this: “Now, in my days I’ve seen some tornaders and when I done seen this one, I knew it wasn’t no big deal. Y'see, the wife had been on my back about mowin’ the yard, so I said to hell with it and mowed the yard with a ‘nader breathin’ down my neck, but I had my eye on the sucker. I wasn’t too worried ‘bout the lil guy, all I was worried ‘bout was finishin’ up and crackin’ open a cold one to enjoy my work with.”
Klab wtf? I haven’t heard anyone complaining about this, but like????
Okay so let’s look at the moment prior to the problem:
Here your right finger is holding the swing note on Maki. Your left is about to hit Honoka in the centre. So far so good.
The hold note on the right is about to come to an end. Your left finger has travelled up to Rin.
The logical next move for the upcoming swing note is to use your left finger again as the hold note on the right finishes at the same time as we see here:
But now your left finger has followed that swing note to the right side and klab thought it would be fun to have more notes on the left?? You can’t release your left finger as it’s a hold note. Using your right finger across the screen never quite works out.
And as we saw at the beginning when this swing note begins your right finger is still preoccupied with the previous swing note.
Conclusion: you will have to change finger mid-swing note. Which completely defeats the purpose of swing notes imo. (or you can always bust out a perfect lock team and hope for the best)
Is this… Latin? According to Google translate this says “but too great caution he had fallen into worse snares”
This whole magazine is in Latin, what???
Omg, these are those two background peeps I saw being all lovey-dovey in the pigeon episode. Guys srsly you’re in school rn, maybe save your declarations of love for later
LOOK AT HIS FACE THIS IS ADORABLE
I think I’ve seen a post talking about this before. Nino just sweeps Adrien off his feet and flings him aside. Nino has an eight pack, Nino is shredded
I found Jean Duparc (and Ron Weasley)
Adrien, will you ever stop modelling
Imagine if this really was the height difference between them
Adrien getcha head in the game
Justin Extra, what are you doing??? I thought your bae was girl-who-looks-like-Asami???
Okay either Justin can teleport, or he actually has a twin brother and the twin brother is the one dating Asami
Angry Jean Duparc
Theo what the heck are you doing here??? Don’t tell me you’re a plumber now too
I don’t think it’s Marinette he’s showing off to tbh
I love the angry chibis
LOOK AT THIS
Tbh I think Max is both amused and exasperated by his hot boyfriend Kim
Kim … just stop. Pls. Do you never think about what you’re doing, ever. Srsly. My son. If there is someone you are trying to impress then there are other methods. Just pls chill for like one second. Why did you think it was a good idea to challenge a panther to a race. When will your common sense return from war
“Je t’aime Marinette!” THIS IS CHEATING, HOW DARE YOU MESS WITH MY FEELINGS LIKE THIS
AAAAAAAAAH LOOK AT THIS, NO WONDER NINO WAS PRACTICALLY DYING
Tag yourself I’m Marinette
What kind of nonsense is my idiot son up to now
I love djwifi so much help me
Ladybug just flipping backflipped up the side of a building
I’m not sure exactly when in the timeline this episode takes place (not that it matters really) but even if Chat Noir didn’t go to that school, it’s not far fetched that he would know Kim’s name. Considering it’s always people in this class who get akumatized, and Kim was responsible for the very first akumatization, etc
It’s so sweet that Kim went to the bakery and Marinette’s parents helped him so quickly. They probably recognize him as that kid from Marinette’s class tbh (he’s been in her class for at least more than a year according to the Reflekta episode). Also can I say, everything in the bakery looks so delicious, brb I’m going to get a snack
The number plates in this show aren’t real ones, right? Bc imagine if you just casually saw your car’s number plate in this show
I love how the parents are like “AAAAA IT’S LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR” while Kim’s just like “Yeah whatever no big deal, they show up at my school like every single day bc our class is cursed”
This gorilla is eating the So Swag Popcorn from the pigeon episode
So have the animals been moving vehicles around? Or did people just abandon their cars and stuff in the middle of the streets?
How many fires did these animals cause
This looks so weird
First there were the bowler hats in the pigeon episode. Then the time travel. Now a t-rex with a big head and little arms, being controlled from a distance by the bad guy, telling him to capture something. I can’t believe Miraculous Ladyug is actually Meet the Robinsons
“Everyone will tell you to let it go and move on, but don’t. Instead let it fester and boil inside of you. Take these feelings and lock them away. Let them fuel your actions. Let hate be your ally. And you will be capable of wonderfully horrid things…”
can you pls do a second part to being scotts sister and having a huge crush on stiles ? :)
“I look awful. Like someone wrapped a curtain around me and sewed
me in it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you look great.” Lydia replies and
continues doing whatever it was she was doing to you. She had good
taste and you trusted her but you weren’t so sure if all of this
would look good on you. You never wore much make-up and now
you had like a ton of it clustered onto your face, your hair done in
a complex style and wore a quite expensive dress.
“I feel a bit weird, maybe I shouldn’t go. I mean what if Stiles
only asked me out because he feels sorry for me and doesn’t really
want to go?”
“Stiles is an idiot and not an asshole. Stop worrying you look
great and you’ll have a good time.”
“I don’t know…”
“Y/N you are going that’s not even up for discussion.”
Lydia practically had to drag you out of your room and down the
stairs. You were so scared and there were so many ‘what ifs’ going
through your head, you felt like throwing up. This whole thing could
end in a disaster, you didn’t know how or why but the possibility was
You hadn’t even have a chance to look in the mirror and check how you
looked before Lydia pulled you with her. Not that it would make a big
difference but still.
Stiles mouth fell practically open when he saw you coming down the
stairs. You looked absolutely breathtakingly amazing. You always did
of course but he had never seen you wearing a dress and it made him
speechless for a moment.
Scott had to nudge him in the side, watching him with a smirk as he
struggled to regain his composure.
“You look lovely.” Stiles tells you after you awkwardly moved
down the stairs in your way too uncomfortable shoes.
“T-thank you.” A light blush is creeping up your neck and you
can’t manage to suppress the nervous feeling that is forming in your
stomach as you look at the boy you’ve wanted to go out with for as
long as you can think back.
“Ah…yeah okay lets go?”
Stiles takes your hand, which almost causes your heart to stop and
leads you outside to your car. You still couldn’t believe how damn
lucky you were. This was really happening and it was better than all
the times you had dreamed about it. Imagining it had been great and
all but this was ten times better.
“I’m really glad you said yes.” Stiles tells you when you’re
alone in his car on your way to the dance, “I didn’t think you’d go
“Why would you think that?” You say, honestly surprised.
“I…was just a bit…I don’t know, nervous to ask. I didn’t know
how you’d feel about it and all…and I just really like you.”
“Stiles…I’ve had the hugest crush on you for years, of course I’d
“You had what?” He shrieks with wide eyes, slamming his foot down
on the brake in the middle of the road.
“Geez are you trying to kill us?”
“Well, I certainly could have skipped all these years of waiting
and just ask you out.” He sighs, his head falling onto steering
“You could have, yes.” You answer with a little smirk.
You didn’t care that it had took you both ages to finally get here,
the important thing was that it all had worked out in the end.
what happens when I'm actually supposed to be asleep aka jikook ramblings #1
imagine jimin getting sick and jungkook is the only one who can take care of him since everyone is out doing their jobs.
while changing the towel that was on jimin’s forehead a second ago, jungkook realizes how cute the other one actually looks when he sleeps (well, it’s actually nothing new that jimin is like the cutest person ever) and especially in this case jungkook finds himself thinking that the smaller one is very, kinda, maybe really ATTRACTIVE and his gaze wanders from his eyes to his tiny twee nose, till his eyes end up on jimin’s lips and jungkook swallows hard because /damn those plump lips look so kissable/ and he knows it’s wrong and that he shouldn’t do this, but before he can change his mind (he wants to make sure that no one else is present so he looks around first), he leans in and presses his lips on jimin’s softly.
it’s just a small peck and jungkook can feel his face getting bright red now, because he surely didn’t expect the smaller one’s lips to be /that/ soft and warm. it’s only been seconds, and he already misses that feeling, so he presses his lips on jimin’s again and stays like that for a few bit while closing his eyes and feeling like his stomach is going to burst soon due to having too many excited butterflies in his tummy.
when he gets up and opens his eyes again, he sees a bewildered jimin in front of him who seems to be more than awake now and jungkook tries to give a prompt excuse, but it doesn’t seem like he can think of anything right now so he just sits there, head lowered, face red and the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a ‘sorry’ that almost sounds like a whisper.
jimin’s face softens at that and he gives the taller one a shy smile and g o d, jungkook wishes he could just kiss the smaller one again just because of how /precious/ jimin looks right now, in this very moment, and after some awkward silence (that felt like hours) jungkook’s brain-to-mouth filter seems to work again which why he asks jimin if there is something else he needs right now beside the tea jungkook made before changing the towel, or the soup that he tried to make but where he is sure of that it doesn’t taste as good as jin’s, or if he wants him to leave the room so the smaller one can rest a little bit more. before jungkook can continue his rambling, his thoughts get distracted by the cute mild giggle that leaves jimin’s mouth and the taller one’s confused because he didn’t say anything funny?
jimin holds out his hand and jungkook already puts his own in the smaller one’s automatically, without even thinking further about it and when he realizes, he can feel his cheeks getting hotter (if that’s even possible) and the next thing he sees and hears makes his heart skip a beat.
while giving jungkook the most beautiful eye smile ever, the one that looks so fond and kind, he says “can I maybe…” and jungkook’s confused and wonders why he just stopped in the middle of the sentence, when jimin suddenly puts his other hand on his forehead, now looking directly at the ceiling, still smiling, “can I get another kiss?” and jungkook can’t remember the last time he got so flustered but also really, really happy, smiling like an idiot.
Hey, do you know what was wrong with Kai's eye that he had to wear glasses? I've heard he had some problems with it and I got a bit worried :/
hi~ i heard that he had some sort of eye infection or eye inflammation or something? not rly sure tbh i could be totally wrong so someone pls let me know? from what i know, he usually wears contacts but since he was having problems, i guess he had to wear glasses~ but it made him cuteee so it’s okay lol
and even now, you can tell that there’s still something wrong with his eye.
but idk i think it’s kinda cute cause when he smiles, it looks like he’s kinda winking lol
Could you write a fic on what was going through Emily's mind while she was crying over the pic of her and Ali in that deleted scene from S4? :)
(Assumes that this scene was supposed to go in 4x16, after Emily met Alison in that warehouse).
She’s had the photograph for years – she’d had it framed the day after it had been taken, and it had had pride and place on her bedside table, was the last thing she looked at before she closed her eyes and went to sleep, and she’d always think of that day, of Alison’s lips against hers, and hope that in her dreams they could be together in the way she knew they never would be when she was awake.
When Alison had gone missing she’d hidden it at the bottom of a drawer, because every time she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye she’d break down and cry, and she couldn’t… deal with it anymore, couldn’t deal with the memory of she and Alison on that day, one of the best days of her life, without thinking about what she’d lost.
But she gets it out of its hiding place now, now that she knows Alison is alive, now that she’s seen her, held her, talked to her, alone, for the first time in over two years. And then Spencer had ruined it, and Alison had slipped through her fingers for the second time and she didn’t know when she was going to see her again, so she pulls out the photo, curls up on her window seat, and she cries.
She cries over the memory of that day, of the way Alison had drawn Emily close and kissed her until her head spun, Alison’s hands tangled up in her hair and her own resting lightly on the blonde’s waist. She still remembers the heat and the feeling of bare skin under her fingertips, the way she’d dared to slip her tongue past Alison’s lips for the first time and the soft moan she’d gotten in response.
She cries for the girl that she used to be, sweet and innocent and unmarred by the pain of losing not one, but two people that she loved, ripped away from her in the cruellest of ways; she almost longs for the ache she’d used to feel in her chest when Alison had dismissed her feelings or pushed her away, because that’s better than the pain of seeing a body bag wheeled away, a life snuffed out, the feeling of knowing that you’ll never be the same again.
She cries for the girl Alison was, because for all her cruelty and the things that she’s done, she’s still just a girl, and Emily can’t even begin to imagine what she’s been through, leaving her whole life behind, tortured by the same unseen force that Emily herself is all too familiar with, but Alison had suffered alone, and Emily had had three others to lean on.
But most of all she cries for what she’s lost. She cries over Alison for the first time in a long, long time: she lets herself remember things that she told herself to forget because they were too painful, her heart too raw.
But she lets it all out now, years and years of pain and heartbreak and sorrow and loss, and she tells herself that she’ll look at this picture and she’ll remember and she’ll cry until she can’t breathe, and then she’ll put it away and she’ll stop and she’ll be okay.