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blurrysleeps  asked:

Could you post some studying tips? Thanks in advance! 💕

Okay so here is some real ass shit that has helped me get through my classes. I’m not the best at studying but here we go!

1. Find out what your learning style is (click here to take a quiz & find out!) -knowing how you percieve information the most effectively is super important if you wanna be successful. You wanna study in a way that YOU can understand. Flashcards don’t work for everybody kiddo.

2. 1 Notebook = 1 Class - organization while studying is what will keep information clear in your head. This has always been a golden rule of mine throughout my entire middle school, high school, and college career. Dedicate a specific notebook for each of your subjects so that notes are easy to look back on. If you get handouts back from a class, I suggest glueing it into the notebook as well! If you don’t like notebooks, a binder with dividers is cool too.

3. ACTUALLY TAKE NOTES - do not be the slacker that takes a picture of the notes with their phone or just reads the slides at home. Just write the shit down dude. Writing shit down helps you remember information a whole lot better and that goes for everyone. I don’t care if it’s tedious. Skip the pics, they aren’t gonna be what saves you on an exam (struggling to know how to take notes? click here for a How To guide!)

4. Revise, Revise, Revise - revising is so important. Even if you don’t get full credit for going back and correcting your mistakes, you should always know what you did wrong so you can correct yourself in the future. Don’t just revise big assignments either, revise hw assignments and quizzes. It’ll help you learn the material if you didn’t get it the first time around and there’s no problem with that. This tip is probably the one that helps me the most. 

5. Go to study groups - if your school has a designated lab or time for students to go in and ask questions or study together, go for it dude. Everyone’s gonna be confused but there’s gonna be people to help get your shit together so it’s no worries and hey if people aren’t your thing don’t EVER be afraid to go to your professor or teacher directly. They’re there to educate you, it’s what they’re being paid for. Don’t let your grades suffer because you don’t reach out to others for help! Getting help is a good thing!

6. Don’t wait til the last minute - just don’t do it dude. It is not worth half assing a study session at 1am right before your quiz in the morning. You won’t absorb as much information and I promise you that your body is gonna fucking hate you for not letting it rest. Take the time to study at least 30 minutes every day for the entire week leading up to whatever test you’re gonna take. I know it sucks but it had to be said honey, procrastinating doesn’t work all the time plus it totally isn’t punk rock.

7. Listen to music - there’s some sciencey shit behind this one but I can’t remember it aha. It’s supposed to help with the neuron dendrites axon synapsey brain lobey blah blah blah just (click here for 3 hours of classical kickassness!). Honestly gaming music helps me study too because it’s literally designed to keep you focused on tasks (click here, nerds). And hey if you’re into Studio Ghibli their music is PERFECT for studiyng imo (you know the drill)

8. Take care of yourself - TAKE A FUCKIN SIP BABE. Get yourself a tall glass of rebull vodka water and some healthy brain food lvl shit to go along with it. You can’t expect yourself to absorb everything if your body is too busy focusing on taking care of it self because you’re too busy studying. Honestly just take 10 minutes before you start studying and grab an apple! I like to make smoothies and light an inscence stick or something just to make sure I’m 100% IN THE ZONE. Ya know? Do your chores or run those errands first. Then study. It just really helps when your body is taken care of and you don’t have other things to worry about. 

9. Turn your phone off - oh the horror that comes with this one.. the texts, the calls, the snaps, the notifications, THE MEMES. How ever will you survive without them?! HOnestly? Pretty damn well actually aha. Just turn your phone off to garuntee you’re giving yourself the best oppertunity to study possible! Don’t cheat yourself out of a good study session by checking your phone constantly. Tell your textin buddies your busy and to send nudes after. 

10. Reward yourself after - go out with friends or have a good, relaxing evening afterwards. Seriously. SPOIL YOURSELF GORL. You deserve it for studying your fanny off!!! This will keep ya motivated to keep studying throughout the week because you’ll be running on a praise/rewards system. This is more of a psychological trick but I mean it’s also just really nice to spoil yourself after a long day heh. Take it easy and remember to let loose once you’re done with all your studying for the day! 

Well that’s all the tips I’ve got! Thank you for asking for help and I sure hope this list is what you needed to read! Best of luck sweetpea~ xoxo

The Other Woman

Anon Request: Sebastian and the reader are dating for a few months and he goes to a party alone with his friends and his ex is there and they talk and some papz take pics, reader see and get jealous

Warnings: angst, jealousy, language, fluffy end

A Buzzfeed notification caused (Y/N)’s phone to spasm against the desk, serving as a distraction. She groaned and gently rested her head against the table top and closed her eyes. Unfortunately, since her boss was out of town and the assistant was in charge, her co-workers decided to try and pull the wool over the assistant’s eyes only to have it backfire, requiring the whole office to stay after work to fix the mistakes made by trying to pull a fast one on their temporary boss. Closing time had come and gone and the last time (Y/N) checked the time, the clock was slowly ticking past eleven pm. Hoping the newest Buzzfeed link was to an entertaining quiz or something to take her mind off the exhaustion overcoming her, she opened her phone and clicked the notification.

Stan and Leviana Together Again? We Have the Scoop

At first, the post seemed to be complete lunacy; (Y/N) scoffed at the photo and tried to convince herself that the tabloids are just taking old photos of Sebastian and his ex and reposting them with fake news attached to it. Slowly, the haze of disbelief disappeared and she could see clearly through the haze of sleepy vision and denial that the photo was real.

The more, (Y/N) looked at the photo, the more her rage boiled against her chest. She had only been with Sebastian for a few months but their friendship went back much longer. Margarita pretended to tolerate Sebastian’s friendship with (Y/N) but she never liked the girl. Despite being much younger, not famous, and pretty much a nobody compared to herself, Margarita felt threatened by the connection Sebastian shared with (Y/N) despite it being completely platonic at the time.

(Y/N) was well aware of the tension between her and Margarita despite never knowing why. She had never intended her friendship with Sebastian to turn into something more, but as he and Margarita began to drift apart, Sebastian found himself getting closer to (Y/N), Even after the couple had split, tabloids continued to spread the story of the alluring other woman in Sebastian’s life who stole him from Margarita. Despite being completely innocent of any adultery, the accounts of her being a home wrecker were a lot for her and Sebastian to overcome, but this was too much.

Her sly smirk, the way she draped her arm around his neck and possessively laid herself into him practically screamed for media attention and it drove (Y/N) crazy. One of the most important stipulations to agreeing to be in a relationship with Sebastian so soon after his breakup was that he could ensure he was over Margarita and now here he was, at a party with her while his girlfriend was having to work late.

(Y/N) clenched her fist to where her nails dug into the palms of her hands, desperately trying to distract herself from the massive knot raising in her throat. As she swallowed, holding back her angry tears, she started to read the article.

Leviana and Stan were spotted together for the first time in five months at an exclusive, private party. Fans will remember nearly half a year ago there were reports about a mystery woman Stan had begun sneaking around with plotting to tear the couple apart, but after being dormant for some time, the Russian and Romanian actors are back. Despite leaving the party in separate vehicles, sources close to the actors say they are happier and closer than ever. Glad to see there’s no home wrecker to be concerned with anymore.

(Y/N) clutched her phone tightly before tossing it in her bag and getting up to leave. She hurried through the office, down to the street and hailed a cab. In a strong and obviously angry voice, she gave the cabbie Sebastian’s address and tried to steady her breathing to keep him from seeing her shaking from rage.

As soon as she arrived, she shoved her key into his locks and barged into the apartment. Upon doing so she thought that she probably should have knocked just incase the tabloid rumors were partially true and he had Margarita somewhere in the apartment. Confused and thinking someone was breaking in, Sebastian rushed toward the front door in a t-shirt and boxers.

“(Y/N)?” he asked while looking at the visibly shaken woman across the room from him.

“Shut up!” she demanded while pulling out her phone and shoving the photo in his face. “What the fuck is this?” When Sebastian glanced to the ground instead of meeting (Y/N)’s eyes, her voice got louder. “Tell me this isn’t what I fucking think it is!”

“It’s not what you think it is, (Y/N),” he said softly. 

“Then what the hell is it?” she shouted as tears started to fall slowly. He was quiet and refused to meet her eyes–a sure fire sign of his guilt. “Tell me what the hell is going on and don’t you dare lie to me, Sebastian Christopher.” He knew then just how angry (Y/N) must have been. When they first got to be friends he told her about how he wanted to change his name when he first moved to America and when they had their first fight as a couple, she accidentally called him Sebastian Christopher. Since then he assume it was his designated middle name by her for when she was angry.

“I swear to you, nothing happened! We were talking and catching up and then the cameras just ambushed us and she-”

“And she threw herself at you?” (Y/N) asked in a tone of accusing disbelief.

“Yes,” he sighed while taking a few steps closer to the teary eyed woman In front of him.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, Stan,” she grumbled.

“I promise you, nothing happened,” he said softly against her head while taking her in his arms only to have her slither away from his grasp.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” (Y/N) asked weakly. As Sebastian saw the transition between anger and insecurity flash through (Y/N)’s expression, he reached for her again.

“Of course not, (Y/N),” he sighed as he pulled her to his chest. “I told you that bridge was burnt, love, and I can keep telling you it, but you have to believe me before anything changes. If you don’t believe me you’re just going to keep thinking something is there that isn’t.” Sebastian rested his hand against the back of (Y/N)’s neck and whispered her favorite phrase into her ear, “Te iubesc păpușă.” Softly and muffled through his shirt, he could hear his favorite phrase flow from her lips and her hot breath through the t-shirt.

“I love you.”

Dialogue Prompt

“I used to take personality tests all the time, a futile attempt at trying to figure who I was.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“I realized I didn’t want to know.”

“… I know that was supposed to sound all deep and dark, but all I can imagine is you clicking through a ‘What food are you?’ quiz.”

M + M's

Imagine you’re in your room, late at night, surfing the internet. You’ve watched every youtube video there is to watch, read every forum post there is to read, taken every quiz there is to take. You decide to move onto dumb flash games, just to waste time, because you don’t feel like going to sleep. You go through game upon game, website upon website, until you end up on a silly dressup website. You’re drowsy, giggly, kind of unsure how you got there. But you still don’t feel like sleeping.

As you’re putting ombre in Barbie’s hair, an advert off to the side catches your eye. “Enter your details to try our new M+M’s!! Brand new flavour!” Tired – and kind of hungry – you click on the advert. It takes you to a legit website, no popups, no malware. It’s got the legit branding and everything.  You fill in your details, and once you press continue are greeted with a screen saying your package should arrive in about a week depending on your location, no fees included. You smile to yourself, and get up from your place at your computer. You go to the toilet and then collapse into bed, falling asleep instantly.

It’s been about three days, and you’re in the kitchen cutting vegetables for stew you’re making for dinner. You finish chopping half an onion when the doorbell rings. You wipe off your hands and move towards the door. When you open it, a package sits before you. It’s a couple of inches tall, and a couple wide, and it’s covered in brown tape. It has your address stamped on the top. You take it inside, and lay it on the kitchen counter. You finish chopping vegetables and place them all in the slow-cooker, turning it on and closing the lid. Your mouth watering with anticipation, you take a knife and cut the box open. Inside is three packets of M+M’s. One has pink packaging, one has blue, and one has green. They’re all covered in Japanese, and you remember your katakana enough to read ‘BO-II’ and ‘GA-O-RU’ on the blue and pink. Boy and girl. The green one says ‘SU-PA-RI-SU’. Surprise. Cool! You smile to yourself and jump a little in joy. You have a full afternoon to gorge yourself on delicious new chocolate.

You sit down on the couch, having successfully figured out how to use your new TV and put on a funny youtuber playing some senseless game. You take a quick snap of the M+M packet before opening the pink one. They’re mostly pink and white, with some yellow. They have them M on them, and are shaped kind of like the peanut ones. You take one and bite into it, tasting the chocolate. It seems like it has a hard centre, but you don’t really notice. It’s tiny, anyway. You unwillingly swallow down the small little eggs that were coated in delicious chocolate. You finish the bag off within fifteen minutes. You take a sip of water, your stomach now kind of growling. You take it has hunger and open up the blue bag. These look like the pink ones, but all blue and brown. You’re polishing off the bag in fifteen minutes, almost under. By now, your stomach has the tiniest of pooches due to all the consumption you’ve been doing. You reach for the last bag. These ones are round, and when you bite into them, have a sort of salty sour liquid in them. To you, they taste delicious, and you eat them all in almost tem minutes. Because of the saltiness, you mouth is instantly yearning for water. You move to the kitchen, checking your stew. You bring out a timer and setting it before grabbing the water bottle you keep in the fridge. You gulp it down, finishing it in what feels like seconds. You take several more cups of water after that, and then burp, your hand on your stomach. You look down at it, and rub it, seeing it bloat due to the water. Your stomach gurgles, and you burp again.

Unbeknownst to you, you had been sent three packets of eggs. Two were of an alien species that the government were trying to reproduce, the other one of the catalyst. They eggs needed a live incubator to fully gestate until birth. And you were dumb enough to fall for their ad.

Within seconds, your stomach is ballooning outwards, like someone has attached you to a tap and turned it on. Your hands fly to your stomach, which is creeping out from under your shirt. You feel it bloat more and more, spreading your fingers. But it doesn’t feel bad. It feels… good? You moan lightly as your belly quickly approaches full term with one human child. Your legs buckle under the quickly increasing weight and the pleasure, something squirming beneath your skin. Your shirt is rucked up to your chest now, your belly quickly reaching triplets. You rub your stomach all over, leaning against the kitchen counter, now on the floor, belly between your legs.

You feel a great pressure, and realise your belly button is slowly inverting. You try to reach around your sextuplet belly to pleasure yourself, but you can’t, it’s not physically possible. You belly balloons and balloons, and continues to do so for some while. Eventually, due to the sheer pleasure, you come. In fact, you come several times. Your belly inflates to such as size it looks as if there’s several full-sized men inside your bulging belly. It still is not painful, and your mid would be boggling if it wasn’t so clouded with pleasure. You wish this could go on forever, you could be like this until you die. Unfortunately, it has to end. You feel a great pressure at your nethers, greater than anything you’ve ever experienced in your whole life. A torrent of water escapes from between your legs and your belly loses all its roundness. Your stomach contacts, your screams echoing over the kitchen time you set.

(( Hey, author here. I’m kinda planning on writing a series soon, yay. But um, you can call me Flora! Hope you enjoyed this!))

Imagine... taking a buzzfeed quiz with your boyfriend goes terribly wrong

“Harry!” I call from the other room.

“What is it, love?”

“I found a quiz on buzzfeed!” I laugh at it.

“What’s it?” He emerges from the bathroom, a toothbrush in his mouth. He walks over and hovers above me, looking over at my screen. “Which 1D boy is your soul mate?”

“Shall I take it?” I giggle.

“It better be me…” He laughs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I click on the link. As we scroll through it, Harry points at the ones he wants me to pick.

“Harry… We’re not testing to see who your soulmate it,” I tease.

“But that’s the one you choose if it’s going to be me,” He whines.

“But that’s not the one I want to choose.”

“Ugh. You’re not going to get me.”

I click through the questions, Harry obviously suppressing his comments on the answers I’m choosing. “Here it is…” I look up at him and smile. “The moment of truth…” I click the last answer and Louis’s picture pops up.

He frowns. “NO FUCKING WAY!” He yells, genuinely angry. “That doesn’t mean anything,” he scoffs. “It’s a dumb quiz.”

I shrug teasingly, “eh, maybe Lou is my soulmate.“

“Hey!” He yells, “You would never date Louis! I won’t allow it!”

“That’s because I’m already fucking dating you, egg!” I laugh and push his shoulder away playfully. He leans down and kisses me on the cheek, the neck, the forehead and then the lips with his minty toothpaste breath. “You’re mine.”

I smile. “Hm… I like that taste.”

“Thanks,” he fake grins and then runs back to the bathroom to spit it out. I close the laptop and follow him. He pours water into a paper cup and then swishes it around his mouth. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, resting my chin on his shoulder and staring at us in the mirror. He leans down and spits the water into the sink then holds my hands against his stomach, completely enveloping my hands in his. I kiss his shoulder, slipping my hand out of his and tracing his tattoos in the mirror. I drag my finger down to his fern tattoo, teasing him by tracing the outline of the leaves as he stares at my movements in the mirror.

I press my hand flat against his abdomen and slip it into his boxers, grabbing his hard on firmly in my hand. He nearly doubles over from the sudden warm contact and gives me a desperate look in the mirror. I smirk and start to stroke him gently, knowing I’m completely torturing him.

“Fuck, Y/N, stop teasing,” He growls.

I smile at him, “Okay,” I shrug, “Whatever you say…” I walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

“Hey, wait!” I hear him call from behind me.

“Yeah?” I yell back, laughing to myself.

“You have some unfinished business you need to take care of!” He pads in after me, his bulge clearly visible and straining against his underwear. I look down at it and then back up at his face and shrug.

“I don’t think so…” I say, tapping my chin jokingly, “I cleaned the dishes and started the laundry… I cleaned up my clothes off the floor…”

He walks over to me and snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me up against him and slowly grinding himself onto me. “You forgot one more thing,” he whispers.

“Oh!” I sigh, “You’re right! I didn’t clean up my stuff by the sink!” I wiggle out of his grasp, but he tugs me back by my hand.

“Nuh-uh, Y/N, you’re not doing this to me this time… not again.”

“Doing what?” I pretend-frown, biting my bottom lip.

“You’re not going to tease me. You’re going to do as I say.”

“Or what?” I ask.

“Or I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t even walk,” he growls and his words instantly make me wet.

“You wouldn’t,” I challenge him. “You can’t do that.”

“Yes I can,” He protests, his pupils dilating as he bites down on his lower lip.

“Prove it,” I lean in, whispering the words against his lips and he doesn’t hesitate to slip his hands down my sweats to rub figure eights around my clit. I suppress a moan and hold eye contact with him. He pulls my sweats down to my ankles and throws them off to the side and then lifts me up and sits me down on the kitchen counter. He pries my legs apart and rubs my clit roughly again and crushes our lips together. I moan into the kiss from the pleasure his fingers are bringing me. He slips his tongue in my mouth forcefully, exploring every centimeter of my mouth. He slides a finger inside of me, forcing me to hold onto the back of his neck for support. I break the kiss, our foreheads still pressed together, noses brushing, and I look down at what his fingers are doing, biting my lip. He slips another long finger inside of me and I let out a breathy moan.

He kisses me again as he adds third finger and I have to come up for air after only a couple of seconds. “Fuck, Harry,” I breathe.

“Can Louis make you feel this good?” He whispers, biting and sucking my neck.

I shake my head, “No. Only you, Harry,” I moan.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He purrs, “Are you gonna cum all over my fingers?”

I nod, not able to say a word. Right as I’m about to reach my high, he pulls his fingers out of me and stops rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“Harry, what the fuck?” I whine. He steps back and rids himself of his underwear, his huge cock standing out straight from his body. He starts pumping myself and I start to stand up, but he stops me.

“No, stay right there,” He says.

“What? Why?”

“I want you to watch me,” he continues to pump himself and I watch his every move. “And I want you to touch yourself.”

I oblige, lifting my legs onto the counter so he can see everything and I start rubbing my clit lightly. He stares straight at me, pumping vigorously as I moan. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as when he does it, but I’m so sensitive and turned on right now that I could probably make myself cum just from watching him jerk himself off.

I throw my head back, a tightness in my stomach starting to grow. “Fuck, Harry, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard,” I say and I can hear him moan at my words.

“What else do you want to do?” He asks.

“I want to fuck your big fat cock until your eyes roll back in your head.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs and pumps harder, still staring at me. He quickly brings himself over to me, rubbing his tip against my clit. “So you want me to fuck you, huh?” He growls.

I nod quickly, staring down at his actions, how he rubs his shaft against my folds but doesn’t enter me.

“How bad do you want me inside of you?”

“So bad, Harry, I want you so fucking bad,” I moan. He enters me with his swollen red head only and my mouth drops open.

“Not good enough,” he shakes his head, “convince me.”

“Fuck, Harry, I need you so fucking bad. I need your huge cock inside of me now.” Without hesitation, he thrusts into me as hard as he can, making me gasp, not even able to muster any sound. Unlike his usual romantic self, he pounds into me mercilessly, ripping my shirt off as he does so. I rake my fingernails against his back at the immense pleasure he’s giving me, waves of pleasure completely taking over my body. Euphoria fills the air around us as the room echoes our moans and the sound of skin slapping together.

I muster up the strength to whisper, “faster,” in his ear and he happily obliges, slamming into me harder and faster than before. It’s clear I’m not going to be able to hold it in much longer and judging by how loud his moans are, he isn’t either.

“Say my name,” he says.

“Fuck, Harry, oh my god!” I yell.

He slides his hands around my hips, grabbing my ass and lifting me up so I’m straddling him. He starts to bounce me on his cock, curving himself up to hit places inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. “H—Harry!” I moan, shutting my eyes tight, “Harry, I’m gonna cum!”

“Don’t,” He pants, “Wait until I tell you that you can.”

“I can’t hold it much longer,” I whimper.

“I said fucking wait,” He growls and brings a hand down to rub my clit roughly, completely throwing me over the edge. He lays me down on the counter once more, kissing me passionately and hungrily and thrusting into me as hard and fast as he can. “On three,” he says into my lips.

“One,” he presses harder on my clit. “Two,” I tangle my fingers in his damp curls, biting my bottom lip so hard I think it might bleed. “Three,” we release at the same time, him spilling his warm liquid inside of me. He falls on top of me and buries his face in my neck.

“That’s what you get for teasing me,” he pants, “now are you ever going to tease me again?”

I shake my head no, lacking the words to answer him.

“Good girl,” he coos, leaning down and kissing my lips before helping me up and carrying me bridal-style to the bedroom.

I can just imagine Michael taking one of those quizzes on
  • Michael: So fucking bored, oh my god. *scrolls through Facebook*
  • Michael: "What Should You Wear Today?" Well, I've got nothing better to do.
  • Michael: *clicks link, does quiz*
  • Michael:
  • MIchael:
  • Lindsay: *from the other room* YOU ARE NOT WEARING A DRESS, MICHAEL.
  • Michael: BUT-
  • Lindsay: NO.
  • Michael: God dammit.