fancy school

I had a dream I was like, trying to have a fling with a really sexy bear of a professor. Then I got accepted to a very fancy grad school in Hawaii. My friend also got in so we went to visit and like a bus met all the visitors at the airport. It was really dope. And like not a real place because it was mountains in one side, the ocean on another, and then giant floating glaciers on the other. But then as we were approaching the school a bunch of naked frat boys jumped onto the side of the bus and jerked off at all the passengers one of whom came and it hit my friend in the face. We got to the reception and some administrator kinda hissed “should we tell them they’re probational acceptees?” Which meant if we didn’t get a 3.5 they’d kick us out. Then we each got our own tour guide who I told about the thing on the bus and she just told me not to worry. I wanted to report it, but she just told me to ignore it. So then when everyone reconvened to hang out I told them what happened and said they don’t report sexual assault, and some students tried to tell me “oh that’s not representative of the school, so it’s fine.” Apparently I ran my mouth about it too much and an administrator yelled at me saying I just didn’t understand the situation or how the school works and that I wouldn’t be invited if I continued to question their way of running things.

Ashley. Katchadourian. You were supposed to be watching the door. You. Were supposed to be watching the door. You were supposed. To be watching the door, Ashley Katchadourian. Do you know what these are, Ashley Katchadourian? These are a little girl’s arms. A little girl with dreams, with legs, with a head. She’s a pencil. She’s a swizzle stick. You can use her as a pool noodle. And now I’m holding up her arms. Her arms. I’m holding them because you weren’t watching the door. A girl lost her arms, Ashley Katchadourian. A girl lost her fucking arms. Do you not know what has transpired while you were in Pearl Harbor? Seeing the fucking Japanese museum? We had our own Pearl Harbor here today. Oh my God. How could you do this to us? You literally bombed us. Like the Japanese you are. And me, I’m Ben Affleck, I’m Ben Affleck and I’m holding two fucking girls’ arms. And you’re Cuba Gooding Jr disappointing everybody. Live with that.

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Anon, I wanna thank you cause I agree with like all of this!!! 

In fact here’s a good list to expand on more of this:

( Train AU Beginnings )

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i’m convinced that Tony doesn’t actually go to high school and just shows up occasionally to give cryptic advice to Clay

reblog if you are a studyblr that:
  1. don’t use any Muji products. (you don’t have it in your country/ you think it’s too expensive /etc)
  2. don’t own a Fjallraven Kanken backpack
  3. don’t have a fancy pencil case
  4. are not obsessed with zebra pens.
  5. don’t own every set of popular pens that exist on this planet
  6. your bujo is messy 
  7. your planner is messy 
  8. sometimes you don’t do everything that you planned
  9. you run out of time in your planned timetable
  10. you transfer you to do’s 
  11. your desk is not organized every day 
  12. you procrastinate
  13. do not  have nice notebooks
  14. your notes are just study notes and not a piece of art 
  15. you don’t own an iPad Pro
  16. you don’t own an expensive laptop or tablet or phone
  17. you are trying but your grades are not always perfect
  18. you have the mental illness that takes you studies sometimes a step behind
  19. you are learning slowly 
  20. you are working 
  21. you are having a job that really takes you time
  22. you are having priorities that take a lot of time from you study time 
  23. your studyblr is your study spiration but your original posts are far away from that you want
  24. you original studyblr posts are not a piece of art 
  25. you don’t own a camera with the best quality for your studyblr photos
  26. you are not the best student
  27. you are struggling with problems that take your studies behind sometimes
  28. you feel like time is passing but you are doing nothing new in your life while others are 
  29. you changed your major
  30. you changed university 
  31. you change you studies 
  32. sometimes you feel like a failure
  33. you working you ass 
  34. you are not confident in class and in life
  35. you don’t go to a fancy school or college or university
  36. you study !!! 
  37. you have been bullied or called something disgusting 
  38. you are battling with something!! I believe in you!!
  39. you experience self-harm.
  40. don’t have financial stability
  41. make mistakes
  42. take a gap year to relax or save money 

feel free to add things on this list by not removing the caption!!

I hug everyone that needs a hug!! keep yourself safe!! you are worth!!

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.

WILD PEACHES  [AO3]

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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.

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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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Yo, I want to throw my hat into the Harry Potter Overwatch AU pls, I know I mentioned it in a post a bit ago, but hey

Instead of students (because these are ladies in their 30s) how about sexy professors. Part of this is based on a lovely conversation with @theabsentmindedarchitect and some reblogs of @nofunhun

Widow is potions professor, went to Beauxbatons when she was younger. (Like c’mon fancy French school) Mercy is head of the school’s infirmary after a bit of working at St. Mungos. 

Uhhh what else did we have? Rein as care of Magical Creatures, Ana Defense Against the Dark Arts, headmaster Jack. Tracey was charms for time turner shenanigans. Pharah flying instructor/quidditch coach.

Also its mercymaker. They make out in unoccupied class rooms and traumatize Hana.

Comment/reblog what I forgot about lol :P I can’t remember the whole convo!

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Heyyy so I’ve received a few asks about my circlet that I was wearing at the renn fes I went to this past weekend, so here are some photos!

The silver wire + red accents circlet - I actually made this one for my high school senior prom haha ^ ^; It’s therefore really old and a bit janky but I still like it for what it is ^ ^;

The natural looking circlet - Made for last year’s renn fes. This type of wire is a lot easier to work with and has its own appeal that I like ^ ^

So uh yup, I sometimes do 3D art too! Wire jewelry has always been a hobby of mine, albeit one that’s been very neglected recently ^ ^;

for science

pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

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Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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Lena packing school lunches: a perfectly portioned amount of food from every food group, lots of vegetables, (too much) money to buy milk, occasionally a healthy dessert, and a thoughtful handwritten note on fancy stationary
Kara packing school lunches: 14 twizzlers, leftover whatever they had the night before, 5 PB&J sandwiches (cut into cute shapes), a pack of cookies, the exact right amount of milk money, 17 sticky notes with various smiley faces and hearts on them. One (1) orange because Lena got onto her for not packing healthy

the kid always uses the extra money or food to help out other kids whose family can’t afford enough food

Dear Saison,

What words were you trying to avoid? Is it things like hell, damn, fuck, shit, bitch, cunt, ass, cock, dick, cock face, dick face, dick head, dickwad, cocksmoker, cock sucker? What about words like tits, pussy, twatch, snatch, clitface, cuntface, thundercunt, dipshit, douchebag, dumbass, dumbfuck or dipshit? I’m sure you’re trying to avoid words like bullshit, bastard, bitchtits, buttfucker, asshole, asshat, assclown, asswipe, jackass, shithead, shitface and whore, right? Are we counting words like piss, cum, cum dumpster and cum guzzler? Oh goddamit! I almost forgot about fucker, fuckface, fuckstick, fuckwad, fuckboy, clusterfuck and of course, motherfucker. Are these all the kind of words that you’re avoiding Saison?

Love,

Brittnay Matthews

Headcanon: Bruce Wayne adopts another kid….but plot twist! This kid wants nothing to do with Vigilantism, at all.

It doesn’t matter how many times Bruce tell him that he’s talented and gifted, he just will never let Bruce train him. He just want to lay around their mansion and go to his expensive fancy school. And that’s it, he’s just there in the background being a normal civilian with normal hobbies that covers his ears and sing “la la la! I’m not listening!” whenever his family talks about crime or villains and slamming the door on the face of Superman or any other Superhero that visit them. He wants none of that, it’s not his fault that his new dad is Batman, he just want a normal peaceful life but that seems impossible to have with his new family’s frustrating lifestyle.

clarz  asked:

FINA your tag about niall!!!!! #why is he such a DILF in training? LITERALLY! half the time i look at niall and he is precious sunshine beanstalk boy and then the OTHER HALF he is... well... DILF in training! like ur friend's successful father who always treats you like a Real Adult and makes you feel all blushy and too young and too gangly and too awkward and is so kind to you that you almost feel guilty for wanting him to DO YOU AGAINST A WALL!! or something. yknow. whatever.

LOOK, THERE ARE A LOT OF THINGS NIALL CAN BE!!!!!!!! FOR INSTANCE!!!!!

HOT YOUNG ASSISTANT FIELD HOCKEY COACH AT YOUR FANCY BOARDING SCHOOL WHO ALL THE OTHER GIRLS SAY DIRTY THINGS ABOUT IN THE LOCKER ROOM BUT YOU WOULD NEVER BC YOU RESPECT HIM AS A PERSON AND AS A MENTOR BUT MOSTLY BC YOU DON’T WANT TO GIVE AWAY HOW DESPERATELY OBSESSED WITH HIM YOU REALLY ARE:

YOUR FUN, RECENTLY-DIVORCED AUNT’S HOT YOUNG DOCUMENTARY-FILMMAKER BOYFRIEND WHO SITS NEXT TO YOU AROUND THE CROWDED THANKSGIVING TABLE WHILE YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH AND TRY NOT TO SAY ANYTHING STUPID OR LET YOUR THIGH TOUCH HIS:

YOUR DAD’S HOT YOUNG WORK COLLEAGUE WHO SHOWS UP TO YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY WITH AN ENVELOPE FULL OF CASH FOR YOU AND THEN DISAPPEARS OUT ONTO THE PATIO TO DRINK LIGHT BEER AND TALK BUSINESS WITH THE GROWN UPS AND DOESN’T EVEN NOTICE YOU SIPPING ON A SHIRLEY TEMPLE AND MAKING EYES AT HIM:

THE NEW HOT, YOUNG, AND PAINFULLY EARNEST YOUTH PASTOR AND CHOIR DIRECTOR AT YOUR LOCAL MEGA-CHURCH WHO’S GOT A LOT OF PEOPLE THINKING VERY UNHOLY THOUGHTS:

YOUR HOT YOUNG DENTAL HYGIENIST WHO YOU RUN INTO AT A FESTIVAL WHILE HE’S A LITTLE DRUNK WITH ALL HIS HOT FRIENDS AND HE REMEMBERS YOUR NAME AND GIVES YOU A HUG AND REMINDS YOU TO FLOSS AND THEN YOU TRY TO CONVINCE YOUR MOM TO LET YOU WEAR A TUBE TOP TO YOUR NEXT ORTHODONTIST APPOINTMENT: 

YOUR BEST FRIEND’S OLDER BROTHER WHO’S HOME FROM SCHOOL FOR THE SUMMER SO YOU START ARRANGING A LOT OF SLEEPOVERS WITH UR FRIEND AND THEN ONE NIGHT YOU RUN INTO HIM IN THE KITCHEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN YOU’RE GETTING A GLASS OF WATER AND YOU GUYS END UP TALKING AND HE CONFESSES HOW BAD HE WANTS TO BE KAPPA SIG PRESIDENT NEXT YEAR AND HOW HE’S SCARED THAT JAGOFF CHAD’S GONNA GET INSTEAD CUZ HE’S A LEGACY: