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2/100 days of productivity 

today i’m working on african american history! i finished writing my essay on our first text and i’m now reading and annotating “they say”, a book about ida b. wells and the reconstruction of race. i’m trying out a new annotation system with my new staedtler fineliners, and so far it’s working out wonderfully! i’m wish the best of luck to everyone! 

shout out to @emmastudies for the beautiful desktop background!


btvs // the 100 [18/??]

It is always different! It’s always complicated. And at some point, someone has to draw the line, and that is always going to be me. You get down on me for cutting myself off, but in the end the Slayer is always cut off. There’s no mystical guidebook. No all-knowing council. Human rules don’t apply. There’s only me. I am the law.


4/100 days of productivity

bujo spread for this week! i have decided to go for the more simple + functional aesthetic for the present moment. i have tons of stuff to get done before monday, but i’m confident in my ability to get it all done and still have a relatively relaxing weekend! i will hopefully have the results of my first exam back tomorrow in my american government class and i’m hoping i got a really good grade on it, considering constitutional law is what i want to study! 

whatever-fangirl  asked:

Rufflout 63? ^-^

(Not my forte, and probably not what you wanted, but…)

It was a harmless bout of fun, really. They were sitting around the fire of the lookout tower and eating grilled meats, until Snotlout and Tuffnut had gotten into one of their infamous “insult-a-thon”s.

“Nice wig, Snot, what’s it made of?”

“Your mom’s chest hair!” The burlier of the two sneered, and Astrid had to groan. This was the most annoying thing ever.

“Calm down, guys,” Fishlegs said, but he was ignored.

“Could’ve fooled me,” the skinny blonde retorted, “Looks a lot like your mom’s chest when I had sex with her last week.” Ruffnut cackled and high-fived her brother, and Astrid noted a twitch on Snot’s face when he observed the gesture.

“Oh yeah?” Snotlout said flatly, and Hiccup turned his head to look at his cousin. His tone didn’t sound like that of banter, but more of a well-placed attack. He had to wonder—what was he going to s—

“SNOT NO,” Astrid blurted, making everyone turn to look at her, but Snot was way ahead of any of them.

“Well, I made out with your sister.”

Silence enveloped the group until Tuffnut burst out laughing. “Seriously? Come on, man. You gotta come up with something better than that.”

The male Thorston’s laughter died when Snotlout didn’t even flinch. “I’m serious,” Snot said, as monotonous as they’d never heard it. “I made out. With your sister.”

“WHAT THE FUCK, SNOT,” Ruffnut screamed, and soon Astrid was holding back the twins while Hiccup and Fishlegs held back Snotlout.

Astrid glared at her boyfriend. “Told you we shouldn’t have showed up.”