dreadful projects

The Types in College

ENTP: overall a good student but they go out every Friday night to drink away their pain and get wasted – regrets it each week but will not stop until they feel like their life is going somewhere, never takes anyone’s advice

ESTP: they don’t look as dead inside but they’re the deadest inside, probably only passing their math classes because they make their friend tutor them once in a while, they act stupid but they really arent tho

ENFP: Asks all their friends to teach them things because they feel like asking the teachers will make them look bad, most likely to openly have a mental breakdown during class every other week, will get far in life if they stopped procrastinating

ESFP: They were getting ready for this since freshman year of highschool. They were preparing themselves. They truly, honestly were. But somewhere along the way, they lost it. What did they lose? yes.

ENTJ: mastered the superiority complex face four years ago and somehow they just keep improving it, gets through their classes easily, thinks college is chill (actually not haha psyche that’s what they want you to think)

ENFJ: Started to consider dropping out of college back in high school, probably more interested in the fine arts classes, lowkey scares everyone but they dont realise it and they get genuinely surprised when people tell them that they’re kinda scary

ESFJ: They used to be one of the top students in high school but they became a little better than mediocre in college due to stress stress stress, really self conscious, poor thing pls show them warmth in this cold cruel world

ESTJ: Often seen as the leaders during those dreadful, wrenched group projects and their group almost always gets the highest score. Wants to become a dictator but those weren’t the options

INTP: They treat college like highschool, but like a really hardcore highschool. Sure, they can get the studying done easily and (somehow) get pretty good grades but everything else is like climbing Mt. Everest. “Okay but how do you expect me to go out there and–and BUY things?? Why did they think leaving me alone was a good idea. I’m so malnourished”

INTJ: mental breakdowns every other day that last like ten minutes, sits in the front of the classroom, sort of a teacher’s pet but not in the obnoxious way yknow man they just wanna get through life successfully

ISFP: Average by day, dreamer by night. They’re doing fine so far but whenever they have free time, they plan on how to escape from civilisation and build a cabin in the middle of the woods in Alaskan wilderness. Stress free and hey! no diploma necessary

ISTJ: they sit in the middle of the classroom and aren’t really seen studying (ever) but somehow pass with a grade that’s better than half of the class, they’ll go days without shopping and binge shop whenever they do

ISTP: Only raises their hand whenever they come up with a smartass comment to piss off the teachers but the teachers cant get rid of them because other than that they’re [ISTP] actually good students, goes on backpacking trips during free weekends to get away from everyone

INFP: Probably failed their first year because they really, genuinely, had no idea what the shit they were doing, needs to be reminded of what to do next all the time, intelligent but lazy

INFJ: The really approachable one who probably wants to be a biology teacher and everyone loves them as a student teacher. Reeaallly popular but not in a bad way and they probably have sparkles trailing behind them wherever they go

ISFJ: Nobody knows who they are, never raises their hand during class, always tired even though they get more sleep than the average college student, puts in the most effort and gets along fine but not socially

If I should have a son
Instead of naming him after
A great-grandfather he will never meet
I’m going to name him after someone who
Reminds me of the way that
Even though the sun is nearly 93 million miles away
We still can’t look directly at it
Because my son is going to be
Nothing short of illuminating
And if I should have a son
I will paint kind sentiments over his knuckles
So he always knows to use his words
Before he uses his fists
And when my son doesn’t let me cut his hair
And instead chooses to let it droop into his eyes
I will let him
Because sometimes the world makes a little more sense
When you’re seeing it through strands, not magnifying glasses
And when the other parents gasp at me
For letting him ride his bike without a helmet
Or cheering him on while he tries to flip over the rusty top of the swing set
I will tune them out
Because I know that a bruised forehead
Hurts a hell of a lot less than a bruised ego
If I should have a son
I will wait until the blood and the marrow in his bones
Have been sucked out and replaced with sorrow
Before I tell him that heartbreak is supposed to feel like this
And even though she may have been his sea
He might just need to look inside a puddle
And every time my son inhales
I will teach him to smell for rain
Because that is the first sign of flowers
And anyone who says they don’t need more color in their life is lying
If I should have a son
I will put a baseball bat in his left hand
And ballet slippers in his right
And tell him he doesn’t have to decide between doors number one and two
That the only thing in front of him is a gate, and it’s wide open
If I should have a son
I will stand tall above him with a sword and a spear
One to slice through his troubles
And one to stab through his fears
And since I’m standing with two weapons
He will have to be the shield
And the blows that slip through my steel grip
Will push at him like a roaring tide
But if I should have a son
I will teach him to push back like he is the moon
And he is their master
And if I should have a son
And he decides to leave
I will bid him adieu
But I will always set an extra plate at the dinner table
And have a mug of hot cocoa – the kind with extra chocolate – waiting for him
Because no matter how many unmarked pathways he chooses to cross
He will always belong to his mother
— 

n.a

Inspired by Sarah Kay’s “B”

kara sevda (5) ↠ stilinski

author ; fessa

rating ; 18+ nsfw

pairing ; fuckboy!stiles X oc!reader

word count ; 2955

warnings ; smuttttttt, oral ( male on female ), fingering, swearing, anger, and some angst

a/n ; so i thank anyone who sent in their predictions of this part but you guys were all wrong, and you’ll see why & play this before you begin

i. ii. iii. iv. -

*not my gif*

kara sevda

/noun/

1. blinding love;

literally translates as “black love”

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I’ve started a new photography project and this is just a sneak peak of it. Everyone thinks, by looking at my social media and the persona I choose to perpetuate, that I live a glamorous life full of adventure and travel. This is not true. My life is not always beautiful and exciting. Most of the time it is very boring and sometimes painful. I’ve started to document my life, the good and the bad, to show that we all have our battles to fight even if they aren’t visible. I usually don’t talk about my disease or this aspect of my life because I don’t want it to define me…but I think I can grow and become stronger from this and maybe others in similar situations can too. I hope to encourage people to be kind and compassionate and understanding…not to judge others because they may be going through a tough situation that you don’t know about. Please just be kind to each other.

Documented Feelings | Part I

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Warning/s: Rollercoaster ride of emotions lollll

Summary: Your class requires a documentation of you being in a relationship with someone until death do you part. It didn’t require you to fall in love, though.

A/N: That was a cheesy af summary Hi i’m backkkk!!!! This isn’t a request but my friend gave me this idea then bam! bus?! lol But here you gooooo lol sorry for sucking at responding to requests because ideas don’t come that often in college lol! Enjoy my friend

This will be divided in two parts. This is the first one!

and this shit is unedited okay i shall go back to reading the taming of the shrew bye

Originally posted by yoonohverse

(the gif doesn’t seem like its fitting but idgaf yoonoh is so cute TT)

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it’s (not) enough. | jeonghan

member: yoon jeonghan / fem!reader
genre/warning(s): angst, fluff, romance.
word count: 2,700+
lengthy a/n: hi, again! first, i just wanna say thank you so much for all the kind feedback you all left regarding my last mingyu fic. seriously, you all gave me so much motivation to keep writing and my heart still beats faster just thinking about it! it’s positive responses like those that keep a writer content, happy, and motivated. so thank you!

⇢ also, this particular fic was requested by a dear anon that goes by missk. here’s hoping this didn’t take too long to be posted, and i hope you all enjoy it! ♥


It would be dishonest of you to deny the fact that, yes, you’ve mulled over the possibility of someone holding substantial significance in your life somehow forgetting your birthday, at least once. It’s only natural to contemplate over the what if factor of life, even if you’re confident that the chance of such an unfortunate event was slim to none.

Well, life has a funny and rather cruel way of reminding everyone that it’s never under anyone’s control…

You notice, with much scorn, how hard it is to deal with having your birthday forgotten. You never thought it would be hard, for you always predicted it would be embarrassing, infuriating, or even heartbreaking instead, at the most. And yet, it’s hard when your beloved family and friends start asking about Jeonghan’s whereabouts during your party. It’s hard to conjure up an excuse on his behalf when he doesn’t deserve it. He should be berated, called out, and disregarded on your special night, but you just can’t seem to do that.

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Class Dismissed

Fanfic Request: Can I make a request for Negan as a history teacher and there is a super smart and really shy student named Sammy who has had a secret crush on Negan for a while and she hasn’t finished her project in class so she decides she would force herself to stay after class with Negan to finish up. She talks to herself quietly and Negan heard her/figures out about her crush on him. Sammy has medium dirty blonde hair in a messy ponytail and tomboy kinda cloths. Smut please

Warnings: Smut, swearing, sex, student/teacher relationship

Originally posted by swift-tings

Originally posted by mydearjdm


“And don’t forget, class, your projects are due on Friday! Make sure to hand me a hardcopy of your papers and email me your powerpoints!”

You hated presentations, and pretty much anything that required public speaking. It certainly wasn’t helping that your hot history professor, Negan, would be sitting there watching you; you had a huge crush on him but were too shy to speak to him. It secretly broke your heart to see all the popular girls in class openly flirt with him. 

Today was going to be different though. Although you dreaded this project, it gave you an excuse to stay after class to finish it up. You overheard the girls you sat next to talk about how they hadn’t even started the project yet. You were very studious and you secretly looked down on them, especially because they were always so passive aggressive and backhanded with you. 

Everyone packed up their things and headed out the door. The only people that lagged were you and those group of girls, who unfortunately got to Negan before you could.

“Will you do my project for me, Negan?” you hear one of the girls ask him jokingly.

“That would defeat the purpose of the project then! You wouldn’t learn anything new!”, he says with a laugh. 

They all laugh as you walk up behind them, waiting your turn in line.

“I bet you already finished your project, Sammy! I only ever see you when I walk past the library, even on the weekends! I bet even Professor Negan has more fun than that!”

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Inspiration

Summary: Dan’s an art student who’s lost his inspiration, although midnight wanderings to an 24/7 coffee shop seem to be helping. The cute barista is probably to thank for this, although the coffee’s good too.

Word Count: 2.6k

i originally wrote this for a fic exchange for @wisperwynd! :]

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anonymous asked:

I imagine in Gotham there would be lots of kids called Robin/Robyn/ however else you spell it and Damian would be really annoyed when he goes to school to find out that half the kids are called it

Damian tried not to slouch in his seat in the back of his 8th grade homeroom. They were seated alphabetically, Damian was very happy he’d enrolled under “Wayne” not “al Ghul”. Since there were no Xs or Ys and only one Z (Aaron Zabotinsky) Damian was in the back row of seats. In his homeroom so far on the first day of school there were four Robins. Three girl “Robyns” and one boy “Robin” 

He marked each one of them, drawing flying knives in his note book every time one of their names were called. He hated them, he was never going to speak to any one of them, never even acknowledge, and he would do anything to avoid getting trapped in a dreaded group project with any Robin or Robyn. Damian looked at them, skinny preppy rich kids in their Gotham Academy blazers, not a one of them would last 10 minutes in a Batcave training.

It was bad enough that his brothers insisted on reminding him he wasn’t the only Robin. At least they however wouldn’t totally embarrass themselves in a fight, these children however. It had been Jason who’d pointed out the phenomenon to Damian about a year into him being Robin. Of course it had been Todd, he always liked to annoy Damian. Robin and Robyn had been in the top ten most popular boys and girls names for nearly 15 years.

By lunch time Damian had been two 3 classes not counting homeroom, there’d been Robins and Robyns in each one. He found and empty table and flopped down pulling out his lunch, he’d insisted to Pennyworth he would just eat the school food. That idea had been violently vetoed by the butler with vocal support from father and each of his brothers. Looking around at the plastic trays with sad looking mashed potatoes, strange gray meat that might have been steak or roast beef, and green peas he was rather glad for his brown paper bag. 

Damian carefully unpacked his vegetarian lunch, a watercress sandwich on whole grain bread, a green fruit drink, chips, and a few of Pennyworth’s homemade cookies. “Hey do you mind if I sit here?” Damian did mind. Looking up he nearly spat the question before really seeing the boy who’d asked. “Why?”

The boy shuffled nervously, he was maybe a little taller than Damian, most of the boys were. He had very green eyes, pale skin and freckles, he had long messy red hair falling into his face. His uniform didn’t seem to fit quite right, or he wasn’t comfortable in a jacket and tie. A scholarship kid Damian thought, which was followed by the unwelcome thought that the boy was cute. “Um well you’re new too right?” Damian barely nodded “and uh I thought us new kids should stick together” 

against his better judgement Damian found himself nodding. “alright sit down” The boy looked unbelievably grateful as he sat down and plopped his disgusting looking school lunch onto them table. “So how are your classes?” The boy asked clearly still nervous. Damian never needed friends but he understood that other people weren’t that way, being alone in a strange place must be scary for him. “unbelievably dull and subpar. It’s incredible the price they charge our parents to have a bunch of barely awake adults, and I use that term loosely, to either drone at us or treat us like children, it’s embarrassing” The boy looked at him blankly and flutter of worry hit Damian’s chest. Some times, a lot of the time if he was honest, he got social situations like this wrong, talked too much or too little said the wrong thing, or used the wrong tone. He hoped he hadn’t ruined things so quickly

His new friend broke out laughing. “wow dude you don’t hold back do you?”

“why would I?” the boy smiled and that weirdly made Damian feel good. He had to make sure Drake never found out about that he thought trying not to smile back at the red headed boy. They talked through the rest of lunch, they had a shared art class last period and agreed to sit together there, if it was allowed. Damian was right he was a scholarship kid, felt awkward about it. Damian found he was nearly relaxed around this boy, strange since he rarely felt at ease.

The bell rang and they got up as the boy hustled to bus his tray Damian realized something. “Hey! I never told you my name” The boy turned and gave him a big smile. “I know who you are, Damian Wayne, you’re the most famous kid in this town” Damian mentally kicked himself, his friend was right, he was famous. “Oh well then what’s your name?” 

still smiling his friend said “Robin Jackson, see you in art!” and he was off leaving Damian rooted to the spot.