figured it was okay to post this because people already posted other pictures

anonymous asked:

How do you make pins? I been wanting to make pins for so long but idk how to even start its so confusing please help me ;_; no one wants to tell me how to make my own pins. I have my own designs and everything

Okay! This is a very long post and I’ll try to get you as much info as I can. I’ve found that the pin making community is very closed off with providing help to new creators since there’s been such an increase in people making pins. So I completely get that you’ve been having issues finding out how to start.

If you already have designs in mind the best thing to do is have them digitized if you haven’t already. The best option is to have a vector file where each of the enamel colours is on a separate layer with no overlapping of the colours or metal areas. This isn’t necessary since a lot of pin manufacturers can digitize your design from a drawing but having them do it can lead to issues and a lot of back and forth changes because they have to trace the image you give them. It’s a lot easier if you can give them a file that they don’t have to do anything with a can use right off the bat to make a mold.

Here’s a pin that I just got made recently that I’ll use as an example through this. The full design in the top left but you can see that each enamel colour can be pulled off separately and leave a solid background that shows the metal of the pin with no overlapping parts.

Also fyi I use Adobe Illustrator to do my designs.

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Story of Another Us

Word Count: 3286

A/M: A story about the one who got away. I got inspired to write this from a prompt post with the quote: “I never should have let you go”. Also I think about the song Story of Another Us by 5sos a lot with this, so I’ll say it’s inspired a bit by it too cause I titled it and why not. It’s an awesome song. There is a Part Two to this, so I recommend you read it because it’s the conclusion of this story. And as always, hope you like it, tell me if you do Xx




You stared at your feet as you waited for the coach bus to pull up. You still had a ways to go to get home. One that was still a two hour bus ride away from where you stood. You waited alone looking carefully through the thick fog that surrounded the place to see if anyone was nearby. But no one showed up. The strong and cold moisture in the night air filled your nose and stuck to your skin and hair. You just hoped the bus would come soon. 

Luckily a moment later you saw something break through the fog. Headlights of the bus shone on you as the bus pulled up to the curb directly in front of you. You moved to the side watching as three people walked off, and saw as they quickly disappeared into the fog. 

“Getting on?”, The driver asked as he called for your attention. 

“Yeah” You answered, climbing up the steps. You asked him if this was the bus that went to your destination, and he nodded giving you a tired smile. His salt and pepper hair and beard aged the man, and you wondered how old he was. He seemed the age to retire, yet here he was driving a coach bus at 1 in the morning. 

I guess work isn’t done for everyone,  you thought to yourself.

You walked carefully down the narrow aisle of the bus, with your back pack on your back  you didn’t want to accidentally hit it on any chair or person. 

You looked to the people who were on the bus, all of them either sleeping or watching a  movie on their phone. You looked for an empty two seater to occupy, and found one three rows from the back. The back of the bus from what you could tell was completely empty. You rushed to it and sighed a sigh of relief. 

You were finally going home

You lazily rolled your head to look out the window. With the dark sky and thick fog you could barely tell what it looked like outside anymore, as the driver had driven away from your stop. 

You thought of what you wanted to do. Nap? Play a game on your phone? Watch a movie? Listen to music? 

You reached for your headphones in your pocket and unravelled it, as you planned to figure out what you wanted to do when you plugged it into your phone. But as you did, you heard your name be called by an unfamiliar voice across from where you sat. 

You were startled with surprise, not recognizing anyone on the bus or even know there was anyone in the seats behind you, you didn’t expect your name to be called. 

You turned around and in the seat behind yours, in the row across, you found a face you never thought you’d see again. One you hadn’t seen in years. 

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Hi!

So I’ve received two prompts asking me to try to fix today’s clip

I decided to join both prompts into this fic

I wrote this waaaay too quickly so it’s probably not really good

I tried to get the girls to talk and fix their things, I hope you don’t think it’s too rush up, I don’t think just a single conversation can solve this but like I’ve named this fic: It’s a start

Also, Yousef’s explanation isn’t that good but that is because I feel like I’ve written that explanation a thousand times now and I just don’t want to repeat myself

So basically this is me apologizing because this fic is probably a mess but I am also a mess right now so…yup

Prompts:

“since julie likes to pretend he died, could you please write something with yousef reaching out to sana after he somehow finds out what happened? texting her to see if she’s ok, her like why do you care, the fact that you’re dating my friend doesn’t make us friends, and yousef like wwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” 

“ fix-it for the girl squad, they ask her why she did it, Sana think she needs to apologize but once she’s explained the girl squad apologizes for not listening or realizing something was wrong, also maybe she and Noora talk about Yousef and you slip in some Yousana somewhere in this mess of a prompt as well. ❤️”

I’ve changed them a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

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“I promise. We’ll be there” Chris said before hanging up the phone.

Sana could feel the tears rolling down her face and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She turned around to look at the window once again and she froze when she saw him. Outside her window, on the grass, Yousef was standing looking right at her. She noticed the exact moment when he realized she was crying. He saw his eyes widening, his lips forming a line, his hands turning into fists.

She quickly turned around hoping that he would let it be, but of course, he wouldn’t.

“Sana!” she heard him calling her “Sana, wait!”

She stood still in her place, her back still to the window.

“Sana, please look at me” he must’ve approached her ‘cause he sounded closer “Sana”

She took a deep breath and turned around slowly, her face still wet from the tears.

“Why are you crying?” he asked

He was now on the other side of her window.

“It’s none of your business” she said dryly

“I’m worried about you”

She just looked at him and stayed quiet

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked “Maybe it’ll make you feel better”

“It won’t”

“Sana, you can keep all to yourself, you will explode. You need to talk to someone”

“And that someone is you?”

“I don’t see anyone else around here” he said shrugging

“Why are you even here?”

“I’m meeting Elias but he hasn’t arrived yet, your mom said I could wait here” he said and she just nodded “Come out so we can talk”

Again she just stared at him

“Come on, you’ll feel better”

She sighed. Why not? She couldn’t feel any worse than she already did. And as much as it hurt her, she had to get used to see him and talk to him, he was her brother’s best friend and…and he was Noora’s boyfriend, if there was any chance Noora and her could still be friends, she would have to deal with him too.

“Fine”

 -x-

He was sitting on the grass when she arrived. He looked up at her and smiled when he saw that she wasn’t crying anymore. She didn’t return the smile but she sat down next to him on the grass.

“Okay, tell me who made you cry so I can kick their ass”

Sana wanted to laugh at the irony, his girlfriend was one of the people that had made her cry.

“It’s just some stuff with my friends” she said

“Well, I’m listening”

“I…I guess I’ll start from the beginning” she sighed “I found out that this girl, Sara, was planning on throwing me out of the bus”

“I thought you were the bus boss”

“I thought so too. But they’re more and have more power so they could throw me if they wanted to. So I left before she could.”

“And your friends stayed?”

“They don’t know why I did it. The thing is that…after leaving the bus I found out that Sara had been saying nasty stuff about me and my friends, and even her friends. She had told Isak…”

“Even’s boyfriend” he said more as a statement than as a question

Yes, Even’s boyfriend. He had these conversations with Sara where she said all these things about everyone and I took pictures of the messages without Isak knowing. And then…then I made a fake instagram account and posted them. Not the ones about my friends though, I didn’t want them to feel humiliated”

“And did you post the ones about yourself?”

“Yes…I thought it would be a good plan so I wouldn’t get caught”

“Was that the only reason?”

“What do you mean?” she asked frowning

“You said you didn’t post the ones about your friends because you didn’t want them to feel humiliated, yet you posted the ones about you. Did you think like you deserved to feel that way?”

“No…I…I just…” Sana was speechless, that thought had crossed her mind sometimes and she didn’t expect him to see through her that way

“Sana, you know you don’t deserve to be treated that way, right? You deserve to be loved and accepted just the way you are”

“I know…”

“Do you?”

“This is not about that…it’s just” she shook her head and continued with her story “after creating the account I felt bad and I deleted it but the damage was already done. The pepsimax girls thought Vilde had been the one behind the account and made one to bully her, they posted pictures and videos of her. Do you know that Hei Briskeby video of yours? The one with the nudes for nudes and Elias?”

“Yeah…I didn’t know you watched our videos”

“The point is…They made a screenshot of it and tagged Vilde’s boyfriend to make him think that she had cheated on him with Elias”

“But she didn’t”

“I know and now Magnus, her boyfriend, knows too but for a while Vilde thought he was going to break up with her. I was ready to confess everything, it wasn’t fair to Vilde but then…Then Isak took the blame for me”

“He did?”

“Yeah, he figured out that I was behind the Sara account and he took the blame for me. The pepsimax girls apologized to Vilde and wanted to forget about everything but my friends, they wanted to tell the school. Isak could get expelled for something he didn’t do. So I told them the truth”

“You told them everything you’ve told me?”

“No, I told them that I was behind the Sara account. And they…they’re so mad at me, they won’t talk to me” Sana felt the tears coming to her eyes again

“Sana…”

“They hate me…Chris is the only one talking to me but Eva, Vilde and…”she hesitated before saying the name “and Noora”

She looked at him waiting for a reaction to that name, but all he did was stare at her with the same worried face

They won’t talk to me” she finished

“Have they even asked you why you did it?” he asked

She shook her head no and blinked letting the tears come out

“Well, if they don’t care enough to ask you how you are and why you did it, then they don’t deserve you, neither of them” he said

She looked at him kind of confused as to why he was talking about the girls like that, especially about Noora.

“Please don’t cry” he whispered

He moved his hand from his lap to her face, stopping in the air before touching her. He looked at her, waiting for her permission to touch her. She closed her eyes and nodded slightly. He took it as a confirmation and gently wiped away the tears from her face. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a mix of concern and tender. She bit her lip feeling her heart pounding fast on her chest at the proximity.

“Sana?” she heard a girl voice saying

She looked to her side and saw the girls, Vilde, Eva, Chris and Noora, standing in her backyard. Elias was with them. She stood up quickly taking a few steps back so several meters would separate her and Yousef.

“Are we interrupting?” Elias asked “I found the girls on the door and let them in”

“No, no, you’re not interrupting anything. We were just talking” Sana explained abruptly, she focused on Noora then “There was nothing going on, we were just talking, I promise, we were just talking”

“Okay? You don’t need to explain anything to me” Noora said confused

“I just don’t want you to think that I would do anything with your boyfriend behind your back” Sana explained

“My what?” Noora blurted out

“What did you just say?” Yousef asked standing up

“Noora? Are you dating Yousef and you didn’t tell us?” Vilde asked

“No, I’m not dating Yousef, I’m not dating anyone” Noora said

“But I thought…” Sana said confused looking from Noora to Yousef and then back to Yousef

“Sana…” Yousef started but she interrupted him

“Why are you here?” she asked the girls

“We wanted to talk to you” Eva said

“Yousef, let’s leave the girls alone” Elias said

“But…”

“Yousef, come on”

He followed his friend out of the backyard, turning around to give Sana a last look before leaving.

“We’re here because we don’t want to be angry with you without knowing why you did what you did” Eva explained once the boys left

“Sana, we’ve noticed for awhile that you were changing, that something was wrong with you and we know we should’ve asked sooner, but we’re here now, we want to know why were you acting like that” Noora added

“Sara was going to throw me out of the bus” Sana said

“What?” Chris said

“I heard the pepsimax girls talking about it”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Vilde asked

“Because…because I didn’t know if you already knew…”

“You thought we wanted you out?” Eva asked “Why would you think that?”

“You seemed to be having fun with them, you seemed to like them more than you liked me”

“Sana, you’re our friend, yes the pepsimax are fun, but you’re our friend” Chris said

“I just…I didn’t want to give her the chance to humiliate me so I left the bus, but then I found those texts between Sara and Isak, and I swear, Isak didn’t know anything about it, it was all me”

“You wanted revenge on Sara for trying to leave you out?” Noora tried to understand

“Yes…and no. I wanted you to see what kind of person she is” Sana explained “Vilde, Eva…Sara also wrote things about you two”

“Why didn’t you post them?” Vilde asked

“Because I didn’t want people to make fun of you, I was trying to protect you and instead of that I was the reason the girls made that account about you, Vilde”

“Hey, Sana that wasn’t your fault” Eva said “The pepsimax did that on their own”

“Yes Sana, that’s not why we’re angry” Vilde said

“Then, why are you angry?”

“Because you didn’t trust us. You chose hate over us” Noora said

“You should’ve told us about Sara when you found out, you didn’t have to go through that alone” Eva said

“And we’re sorry Sana, we should’ve noticed that you were suffering” Chris added

“I’m not the most opened person…” Sana said shrugging

“That’s not an excuse. We’re your friends, we’re supposed to notice when something is bothering you” Noora said

“We’re sorry Sana” Eva added

“I’m so sorry too, I should’ve told you sooner” Sana said

“Maybe we can start again? Try to be better?” Noora offered

“We can start by looking for a nice van for the 5 of us” Vilde said

“I thought you didn’t want a van” Sana said

“I don’t care anymore, the point is to be together” Vilde smiled

“Okay, group hug” Eva said opening her arms

All the girls embraced each other tightly. They pulled away laughing and sat on the grass.

“Hey Sana?” Noora said “Did you really think I was dating Yousef?”

“I saw you two kissing at SYNG” she admitted “And then I found out you met each other last week”

“That’s what you meant with “the thing with Yousef”, didn’t you?”

“Yes…what did you think I was referring to?”

“I thought he had told you he likes you” Noora said shrugging

“Wh…wh..what? what? Why would you think that?” Sana stuttered

“Sana, I kissed him at SYNG, he just kissed me back for a moment but then he pushed me away. He said he was sorry and that he couldn’t do it. Then he asked me to meet and he told me that he didn’t feel anything about me, that he liked you”

“He said that?” Sana asked blushing

Noora nodded smiling

“I was so shocked when you told me you didn’t like him back but now I get it, you thought I was dating him”

“I did…”

“So you like him?” Eva asked smiling

Sana just looked at her and bit her lip

“Ohhhh Sana is going to have a boyfriend!” Vilde teased her

“Nei Vilde”

 

 -x-

The girls left not long after that. They still had a lot of things to work out between them but at least it was a start.

She closed the front door after they left and turned around to go to her bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him standing in the hallway.

“You scared me!” she said

“Did you really think I was dating Noora?” Yousef asked her

“She already explained it to me, I’m sorry I made assumptions” she said looking at the floor

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me these past few weeks?”

She looked up at him and nodded

“I saw you kissing her”

“That kiss didn’t mean anything. I was…I was confused and I thought, I thought it would be easier for me if I just forgot about you” he explained “But then I realized that I didn’t want to give up on you”

“It really hurt me…and then I found out you were meeting her” she said

“I only met her to…”

“To tell her that you like me” she interrupted him

He widened his eyes and opened his mouth blushing.

“Well…yeah”

“Do you really feel that?”

“Yes, I like you Sana” he said looking at her eyes.

She smiled at him and was about to say something when Elias entered the hallway putting his jacket on and looking at his phone

“Yousef, Adam and the boys are here, come on” he said “Oh Sana, I didn’t see you there. Everything okay, here? Your friends already left?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine” she said

“Cool” he nodded “Come on bro, they’re waiting for us”

“Sure” Yousef said following his friend and walking past Sana

“Hey Yousef” she called after him making him turn around to look at her

“Yeah?”

“Me too” she said smiling before turning around, leaving a very happy Yousef and a very confused Elias behind her.

She entered her room, sat on the bed and smiled to herself.

Just like with the girls, she had taken a step forward with Yousef. And just like with the girls there were still a lot of things to solve, but it was a start.

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Again I’m sorry if this is a mess

I hope you’ve liked it

and thank you so much for reading!!♥

this is the golden age (of something good and right and real)

♡♡♡ for the lovely @jackiemoreno, the brightest star in my sky ♡♡♡

also on ao3

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.“ Lena answers right away, accent thicker than usual despite the fact she’s been back in Ireland for so little time. “Just two more days until I’m back home.”

Kara presses the phone closer to her ear, closing her eyes and concentrating until she can hear the steady rhythm of Lena’s heartbeat. She sighs for what feels like the thousandth time since her girlfriend has been gone, never mind the fact it’s only the fifth day of their week long separation - her heart aches as if they’ve been apart for months.

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Three Hearts Are Better Than One;

pairing: FinnxReaderxSami
summary: You three have always been close, but that changes on Valentine’s Day. 
warnings: swearing
word count: 2,740
notes: So, first of all, this is the first wrestling fic I’ve written in years, and I’m really excited to get this out in the open. I was inspired by the picture that Finn posted of him and Seth on Valentine’s Day and this is what happened. Got a little out of hand, honestly. There may or may not be a sequel, I’m not sure, but there probably will. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

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Insecurity

You have been dating Jiyong for a number of years, and have recently made the shift to be with him permanently in Korea. Despite the difficulties you have been having adjusting to life here, your love for him is as strong as ever. Until one day, something sparks your insecurities. 

G Dragon’s secret – a nation betrayed. Your eyes skim the headline glaring at you from the screen of your laptop, fingers hovering over the mouse. Usually, you were one to scroll past click bate titles garnered at catching attention with little content. This one had only stopped you ambling through your facebook feed because of the picture attached – Jiyong, your boyfriend, standing on a stage struggling to hold a Korean flag larger than his body. His face was half hidden, cut in half by the white material, but you immediately knew it was him – he was completely identifiable by the shock of orange hair he had been sporting at the time the photo was snapped. A nation betrayed? You scoff. Jiyong was patriotic – annoyingly so. There was nothing you could imagine him doing to betray his nation. Like most Koreans, his patriotism bordered on bizarre nationalism. Anyone just had to mention the word Takeshima to him before he would launch into a Dokdo fueled rant. A small thought flickers at the back of your mind. Maybe it was about his drafting in the army? Many saw his deferral of mandatory service as unpatriotic. You raise an eyebrow, clicking the link, your curiosity on the subject getting the better of you. You knew his draft date was approaching, but he had never mentioned the subject to you – you’d assumed he’d just been avoiding it.

Kwon Jiyong lives a life envied by most. A look at his Instagram serves as a window to his lavish style - showing us first class planes, expensive champagne, decadent food and unbelievable wealth. His unique ability at producing has enabled him to reel out smash hit after smash hit for his band – Big Bang – causing it to be one of the most successful Korean groups to date, reaching international fan bases like few others have. Beyond that, his creativity in dressing has also amounted him a massive following in the fashion world – no doubt aided by his ability to look both androgynous and sexually appealing at the same time. It’s not uncommon to see him rubbing shoulders with fashion elite as a front row guest at Chanel shows.

So, where could Korea’s golden child have gone wrong? He has a secret, and if we delve a little deeper into his personal life it’s not too difficult to uncover. But before we discuss that, we need to talk about Korea – a strength of Korea is it’s homogeneity. We are one nation, and we are one people. Koreans are unlike any other group of people. Our rich history makes us unique, our culture defines who we are. Who understands us better than us? So, we really aren’t compatible to date foreigners.

You stop reading, your mind already knowing exactly where this was going. You take a deep breath, scrolling down the page. A picture of you is clearly visible, your wider-than-average almond eyes proving the exact point the author is trying to make. Your insecurities come rushing, hitting your chest like a heavy thud. You try to breathe slowly, but you aren’t seeming to gasp enough air.

‘Y/n, are you okay?,’ The familiar voice seems distant, too far for you to place, and it isn’t until you feel a hand touch your shoulder that you jump slightly. You turn to see Jiyong, his face twisted in worry. ‘Baby, calm down. What’s going on?’ He questions, crouching down in front of you, his hands shifting to both sides of your legs, resting patiently. He raises his eyebrows, utter surprise on his face. You take a minute, your breathing slowing slightly. He always had a calming effect on you.

‘I…,’ You pause, unable to get the words out. ‘I can’t… I’m not Korean.’ Your words are met by a surprised chuckle.

‘It’s taken you this long to figure that out?,’ His jesting causes tears to well in your eyes. ‘Hey, hey… wait a minute.’ He quickly corrects himself, his hand lifting, thumb extending to wipe the fat tear that is rolling down your cheek. He leaves his thumb there, softly stroking your face.

‘I’m sorry.’ You mumble, eyes looking down to your knees to avoid looking at him.

‘What are you even talking about? I don’t understand why you’re so upset right now, y/n.,’ He waits, before his eyes flick to the computer screen, glancing over the article. ‘Oh, shit.’ His words are filled with anger.

‘I’m… not…,’

‘Stop. Stop saying that.,’ He interjects. ‘That is nothing but racist garbage from a bitter old conservative who shouldn’t even be given the time of day. He doesn’t even deserve this kind of platform to spread his hate.’ He bites sharply.

‘I’m sorry.’ You try again. This time, because you know how ridiculous it is to be this upset about something so obviously wrong. Jiyong sighs, his head shifting close to yours, his eyes focusing intently.

‘Baby, I know this is hard for you. I know you didn’t expect to be living in Korea, away from your family and your friends. I understand that you must be feeling isolated…,’ He pauses, thumb grazing away another tear threatening to roll down your cheek. ‘But I love you, and you make me so happy being here. Do you know how proud I am of you? You’re doing so well. The other day Daesung told me he held a full conversation with you in Korean. He said he was so surprised by how impeccably you spoke – he said you even used the right honorifics with him!’ You rack your brain, trying to remember when you had spoken to him.

‘I only speak to him in Korean because I assumed he doesn’t speak English…’ You trail off.

‘He doesn’t speak English. He’s terrible.,’ Jiyong’s face breaks into a gummy smile as he shakes off a laugh. ‘My point is, though, you’re improving so much and trying so hard.’ He leans forward, his soft lips brushing sweetly against yours, pursing into a delicate kiss.

‘I love you.’ You murmur against his lingering mouth.

‘I love you too. I love you more than anything, y/n, and I don’t care who knows. I’ll scream it to the world to prove it.,’ He gives your lips a soft peck and pushes up to come to standing fully.  His arms extend, and he begins jumping, feet thrashing the ground as he rotates in circles. ‘I LOVE Y/N. I LOVE Y/N. I LOVE Y’N. SHE ISN’T KOREAN BUT I LOVE HER ANYWAY.’ A smile cracks across your face, and you stand, arms grasping Jiyong’s to stop him.

‘The people downstairs will hear you.’ You giggle, before he envelops you in a deep hug, the strong scent of his uniqueness – his cologne, sweat and cigarettes – envelop you in warmth and safety.

‘That, my princess, is a very Korean thing to say.’ He chuckles, swaying you gently. In that moment you know, despite what anyone thinks about your relationship, you will never stop loving him.


The dawn light shifts through the window, illuminating the screen to your phone. Jiyong had left before the sun had even risen, an early call for a photo shoot for a magazine you’d never heard of before. This had become your morning ritual when he wasn’t with you – a lazy, slow wake up, scrolling through the social media posts of friends you had missed overnight due to the time difference. Your fingers hopped over the screen, hovering to pause as you came across a familiar picture. You and Jiyong, together, standing in front of a tree thick with cherry blossom flowers. It had been taken on your trip to Japan during the last spring season. He was wearing a black, wide brimmed hat with dusty pink hair poking out, his arm draped heavily over your shoulder, pulling you into a thick half embrace. His face was turned towards the camera, his trade mark cheeky grin showing his teeth, floral shirt barely visible at the bottom of the frame. Your eyes were locked directly on him, your face frozen mid laugh, your hair swept into a high bun, messy strands framing the edge of your face. Jiyong himself had posted the picture, with an accompanying caption written both in Korean and English.

Yes, my girlfriend is foreign. I’ve never attempted to hide this fact from the public, nor have I viewed it as something I should hide. Love is a beautiful thing, part of the beauty being that it has the ability to transcend race, religion and gender. We, as Koreans, need to realize this and begin accepting all relationships as equal. Negativity towards difference only reflects the negative attitude of the person holding the archaic beliefs.

Yes, my girlfriend is foreign. I love her deeply, both despite and because of this. So, just to break up the usual window to my lavish lifestyle, today I won’t be showing you first class planes, expensive champagne, decadent food and unbelievable wealth. Instead, I’ll be leaving you with this picture of the woman who has my heart. I love you, y/n.

The Final Adventure

A Carry On Leavers Ball Fanfic 

words: 7,808

a/n: Big thanks to my irl friend Josie, who beta’d my fic, helped me when I got stuck, and didn’t get mad at me for dragging her into another fandom (okay, she got a little mad, but softened when I agreed to let her read some of my favorite fics). This is a normal 8th year fic, but I’ve obviously changed a bit from canon. i’ve also made the decision to post all the chapters at once.

Please like or reblog this so I’ll know if I should post more, and inbox ways I could improve (be nice tho pls I’m fragile).

ONE

x simon x

Going through the eighth year at Watford is optional. Attending the Leavers Ball at the end of term is also optional, but if you told this to certain people, they’d go to extreme lengths in order to convince you otherwise.

Penny is one of those people.

I was planning on going to the Leavers Ball anyways, but if I hadn’t been, Penny would’ve scared me into it. She keeps saying stuff like “it’ll be our final adventure at Watford!” and honestly, it makes me sad. She makes it sound like our promise to get a flat together is something she’s still thinking about, something that isn’t final. Of course, I wouldn’t blame her if she wanted to live with her boyfriend, Micah, in America instead, but I’m still trying to cling onto what sliver of hope I have.

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anonymous asked:

Congrats! I wonder if I might beg some advice -- I have loads of plot bits pop up all the time, but struggle to follow through with any of them because I suck at developing plots beyond the simplistic. I hear outlining will help with this, and I've tried but can't find an outlining strategy I like. Can you recommend one/some?

Okay. So I put this off for a while because I knew it was going to turn into an overly long and detailed post, but I had some time today and we’ve already talked about outlines a bit, so here you go:

Advice for Aspiring Authors: Outlining

Why You Need to Do It: Plotting and outlining are how you give your story a good narrative arc. If you don’t start writing with a pretty clear idea of your story’s beginning, middle, and end, you have absolutely no means of controlling the pace, and pacing is really important. You also have no way of knowing what kind of circumstances you’re going to need for your denouement and ergo have no way of ‘setting the scene,’ as it were. It’s like trying to put on a play with no props or costumes and actors who don’t know what parts they’re playing and who are saying their lines for the first time in front of an audience. Improv is fun but writing is not the place for it. 

A lot of people who don’t like to outline think that outlining stifles creativity and adhere to the very romantic notion that you should be able to just sit down and let the words flow. But an outline doesn’t give you every sentence and every word–an outline just gives you the basic idea of what has to happen in a given scene to move the story forward. So outlining actually allows you to exercise two different kinds of creativity: finding the structure of a good story, and then putting that story down in words. If you do it right, outlining can actually be really fun. 

But this is the tricky part. How do you do it right? There are a million different methods of outlining and different ones work for different people. I’ve made you a list of different methods, in case you have no idea at all where to start:

  1. The Linear Outline. This is exactly what is sounds like. You record the events of your novel in sequence. You can use butcher paper, an online organizational tool like LitLift, or even just bullets in a Word document.  If you like writing your scenes in the order they’ll appear in the story, this is probably a good way to do your outlining.
  2. The Snowflake Method. If you only have a very basic idea of your plot, this is a good way to go. The Snowflake Method takes a simple plot and then exponentially increases the detail until your story blossoms like a Blooming Onion. It’s like a story fractal. However, other people can explain it a lot better than I can, so here’s a link.
  3. Mindmapping. Picture Sherlock Holmes in his Mind Palace. Mindmapping is the practice of starting with one idea (usually on paper, though you can do this online with iMindMap), and connecting it to anything else that you think you might need for your story. You’re not going to get a linear summary of your plot this way, but it will help you flesh out and connect ideas, and have them all in one place.
  4. The Tetris Method. There are a million different names for this one, this is just the one I made up. The Tetris Method involves recording scenes and information on note cards or Post-its–which you can also do electronically with CeltX or Final Draft. This gives you the option to create a linear timeline, and then shuffle all the events around as the need arises. 
  5. The ‘Fifteen Events’ Method. List the numbers 1-15 down the side of your page. On Line 1, give a one sentence description of how the novel begins. On Line 15, give a one sentence description of how the novel ends.Then go to Line 2, and describe what happens next after the beginning.Then go to Line 14, and describe what happens just before the end. Go back and forth from beginning to end until all fifteen lines are filled in.This exercise forces you to figure out how one event leads to another, and if you might be missing one of the key steps that will help you get from number one to number fifteen.
  6. The Rule of Six. The Rule of Six says that for each apparent phenomenon, you should devise at least six plausible explanations. And it occurred to me that this can be applied as a writing theory–and there are two different ways to use the Rule of Six in the outlining process: Find six different explanations for any event or action that occurs in your novel which doesn’t have significant explanation or motivation, or come up with six different ‘what happens next’ scenarios when you get stuck.
  7. Seven-Point Story Structure. This is a very specific method of modeling a story but it may provide a great jumping off point even if it doesn’t fit your needs exactly. See a more thorough explanation here.
  8. The Question Method. This is one of my own invention. Here’s how it works: (1) Have an idea. The most basic concept of a character and a story. (2) Start asking questions. Questions the reader is going to ask/need the answers to. The biggest (and most important ones) are going to revolve around motivation and obstacles. Why is the MC doing what he does? (3) Answer the ones you can answer and move on. (It’s okay to leave gaps in your outline–you just need more bricks than holes if your wall, if you know what I mean). (4) Ask more questions. Once your story starts to take shape you can ask more–and more specific–questions. Lather, rinse, repeat. All you have to do is keep repeating steps two and three over and over again. Eventually you’ll get down into the minute details and have a pretty solid outline to work with.

Personally I use some combination of the the linear method, the Tetris method, and the question method. And eventually what I end up with is a rainbow-colored outline that looks something like this:

Of course, this isn’t going to work for everyone. But I find it’s really helpful to have scenes organized in such a way that I can easily move them around until they’re in a kind of order that make sense (this is a finished outline so they’re color-coded by chapter). And there’s very little on each card–I give myself a scene title and the setting and a one- or two-sentence description of what has to happen in the scene. I find this actually lets me be more creative rather than less, because it gives me the option to write freely without worrying about if the scene is taking me in the right direction. When you know what has to happen, all you have to worry about is the words. 

Anyway, that’s a brief crash-course in outlining. Hope it helps. 

anonymous asked:

what are your fave narumitsu fics? top 5 pls i'm looking for stuff to read :D

!!! I’m not sure how new you are to p/e fic BUT I’ve already got a post of some of my all time faves + a general fic rec tag, though I can make another rec for newer fic rn?? especially since the ones in that first link are some of the most popular/well-known already in the fandom 

SO OK more recent fic rec under the cut !!

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I posted this on a forum but I’m going to post it here too

My bearded dragon, Topaz, is just under 7 months old, 11.5 inches long and 105grams. I’ve owned her since she was 3 months old and this is the first time I’ve had problems with her.

I’ve recently moved into a new room, and she was upgraded to a 50gal tank from her previous 30gal long. She currently has a coil type UVB but has a repti sun 10.0 tube on the way (should be here by Friday, I just recently learned that coil type UVB’s aren’t the greatest). Her hot spot is 104 degrees, and her cool side is 80 degrees. I dust her crickets every day with zoomed’s calcium with D3 (also changing to rep-cal brand, also on the way, hasn’t arrived yet), and recently started dusting with herptivite multi vitamin. She eats gut loaded crickets every day, she recently went up a size in crickets though. She VERY OCCASIONALLY eats meal worms and by very occasionally I mean like maybe once a week she gets like three when she sees me feeding my leopard gecko and wants some. They are not a staple whatsoever, and saying once a week is exaggerating in frequency. She eats collard and dandelion greens daily, usually dusted with the multi vitamin. Greens are usually topped with squash or sweet potato, sometimes fruit usually pears or strawberries.

Anyways, down to the problem. About three weeks ago, her poop started becoming a little runnier, I figured it was because I was feeding the strawberries too often so I stopped and so did the runny poops. Then about two weeks ago, I came home from work to find undigested cricket balls in her tank plus a very runny liquid poop puddle, I wasn’t sure why. I gave her a bath and washed and disinfected her tank. Made sure she was basking and skipped the crickets that day to give her a break. The next day she pooped fine and everything was good.

Every now and then, her urate seems to be a slightly dirtier colour, yellowy, but nothing extreme like orange or super dark.

At this point I was already thinking about a vet trip, I was just waiting for a day off from work to take her (I’ve been working almost three weeks straight at the moment). My best guess was parasites, so I was going to take her for a check up and a fecal test just to make sure everything was okay.

We didn’t have a problem since, until tonight. She hadn’t pooped in three days, temps and everything is still fine, she’s been eating her greens and bugs no problem. I came home from work to see undigested crickets everywhere. They weren’t in balls, each cricket was singular, and scattered all over her tank. Concerned, I went in and cleaned everything up, I took her out to make sure she was okay. She pooped on my bed and it was healthy. A decent sized urate, white and well formed, not dry or small or discoloured.

My boyfriend suggested that her crickets might be too big and to go down a size and see if she digests them better and that her healthy poop might be the greens she’s still healthily digesting. But I’m not too sure.

The next problem is droopy eyes (blood hound eyes). This is the first I’ve noticed it. I know for a fact they’re not normal because she’s never had droopy eyes before. I actually have pictures of her from this morning and her eyes weren’t droopy at all. So it’s happened just today and I don’t know why. I googled it and I’ve seen a few different theories. I don’t think it’s dehydration because she eats her greens well, and she drinks in her baths, and her skin is perfectly healthy. My fear is that it’s kidney problems/failure.

She’s going to the vet on Monday or Tuesday (I’m off work both days, I just need to call and see what works best for my vet). I’ll be getting a fecal done and I’ll be asking about kidney problems and obviously bringing up everything said here. But I want to see what other people think, other theories. I know certain things in her care weren’t the greatest and I’m fixing them but could the small errors have done this to her? She’s my world and I’m very scared for her health and well being.

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Originally posted by parkjaebums

MATURE

Warnings: Daddy kink.

“You’re such a jackass. You know that, right?”

Jay rolled his eyes but laughed at your pouting and wrapped his arms around your waist. “It was all in good fun,” Jay laughed when you slapped his arm as a sign for him to let go.

“Good fun my ass. Don’t come crying to me when it bites you in the ass,” you huffed as you gave in and let him tug you closer.

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Friends with Benefits | Seungri x You

About: Seungri & You.
Cameos: Taeyang.
Point of View: You, the reader.
Rated: M for extremely crude mindless and rough smut. Be warned.

Summary: You and Seungri had a friendship dipped in gold. You have been the best of friends your whole lives, but… There was something that made your friendship unlike most. It may have been the fact that it came with benefits.

Note: I just kinda went with this one, lol. I tried to explain things without getting into too much detail, seeing as this is just a one-shot (idk though, for some reason I like this relationship?? I might do more one-shots with this specific relationship. If I do it’ll be part of the FWB plot henceforth) but there were important things I wanted to make sure were known. Be warned though, there is EXTREME mindless sex in this, lol. There is some sort of a storyline, but it’s mostly straight up smut, not gonna lie. I really hope this makes sense to others as it does to me, haha.

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pb&j post specifically for @bisexualdinahlance, who put wonderful tags on this post, saying that Bitty should go pro and play on the same line as Jack and Parse… which would be… amazing…

  • It’s the Falcs, because lbr everyone wants the Zimms/Parse dream team but George is the only one to crack the code
    • Because she’s smart
    • And she can spot talent where other people brush it aside
    • And, hey, she had to watch some Samwell games when she was trying to recruit Jack and you can’t tell me she didn’t notice a certain tiny blond lightning bolt
  • The Aeros get to him first, which was annoying but ended up helping george out. Because now Bitty knows that she doesn’t just want him for his boyfriends
    • I mean sure, that’s part of it
    • But Bitty is so goddamned fast
    • (and also his pies are delicious)
  • So Bitty’s meeting with the Aeros people and saying “gosh” a lot and generally being surprised like the clueless sweetheart he is and all George has to do is show up like “do you know what would be a better team?” and Bitty is fucking sold
  • Parse is so proud of Bits and he loves skyping them together but now he’s stuck on one side of the country with his boyfriends on the other and shitty schedules between them. so George is like “I got a solution” and the Aces are like “YOU’RE NOT HAVING PARSON” and George is like “fucking watch me”
    • Kent looks good in blue
    • He’s just a cute, lovesick professional hockey player who wants to live in the same house with his boys and also still remembers those great times in the Q and knows how much better it could be with the three of them
    • But he mostly tells people it’s because he looks good in blue
  • None of the boys are big on fighting in hockey and they’re used to chirping so when the other side pisses them off they don’t drop gloves, but you know who does? Snowy the Goalie
    • He fights in all his goalie pads and stuff it’s like being assassinated by an angry marshmellow
    • Plus if Snowy’s fighting so is Tater
  • The SNOW in Providence though. Kenny’s all “what the ever-loving fuck” and Bitty’s like “ikr” and Jack’s like “stop”. 
    • They never stop
    • There are a lot of snowball fights
  • Kent is also fast okay. Bitty is faster, but Kenny is fast. Jack sometimes takes the responsibility to get the puck off the other side and sneak it to one of his boys. They’ll be up the other end in a flash, no one but the goalie to stop them
  • Bitty is the NHL king of assists tbh. He’s fast, small, unpredictable, and always has two of the best scorers nearby. Parse and Zimms have never had an easier job
  • The Falcs start calling Jack “Zimms” instead of “Zimmboni”. It’s an accident every time but when even Tater starts doing it, they give in and rename him
  • World cup though. Bitty missed Team North America which I’m sad about but!!! Team USA!Parse and Bitty and Team Canada!Jack
    • Jack’s doing it for his country
    • Bitty and Parse are in it to obnoxiously chant “U! S! A! U! S! A!” and buy too many american flag themed items for their house
  • Jack and Parse each pick up one main habit from their Bitty. Jack say’s “y’all” all the time. Parse learns figure skating
  • They win the Stanley Cup so many times. Listen, Bitty’s great at hockey and Jack and Parse are canonically amazing. I’m picturing the Falcs as the hockey equivalent of the All Blacks and you can’t convince me otherwise
  • Indoor hockey on their polished wooden floors in thick socks. Kit Purrson hissing at them from the bookshelves
    • Teaching the children they eventually have how to play indoor sock hockey with the little ones all in helmets in case they fall over
  • They may be on the same team but they all support different NWHL teams and get really passionate
    • Bitty supports the Pride, because Boston.
    • Jack automatically dislikes yellow Boston-based hockey teams as part of his Montreal heritage. He supports the Whale because Connecticut is closer
    • Parse ends up supporting the Riveters because he’s from New York State but doesn’t want to support the Beauts because Shitty’s already claimed them. Literally only because they’re called the Beauts. He’s from Boston what is he even doing
  • They’re all happy and in love

anonymous asked:

Scenario: Izuku and Ochako meet each others' parents

(I preface this by apologizing for taking so long to answer this because I only noticed the ask when I was at work and I couldn’t exactly answer then so…)

Oh my gosh that would so sweet. Mostly because both of these kids come from homes that raised them with love and affection and emotional support so they would get along with each others’ parents without a hitch.

Though I think Ochako’s parents would throw Izuku for a bit of a loop with how…energetic they could be. One Uraraka was pretty hard to keep track of at first, having to deal with three would be quite the ordeal at first. Also if he lets slip that he was raised by a single mom, her dad might try to take him under his wing…well, unless All Might gets figured into the picture (then again, you can never have to many dads!)

Bonus if he gets introduced to them as her boyfriend: Ochako tells them ahead of time, and Mr. Uraraka gets ready to put the fear of God into whatever hopped up punk who thinks he can lay his hands on his little girl, and as he opens the door with his best death-glare and standing up to his full muscular, construction worker height…he meets Izuku. 

Short, nervous, inoffensive, polite and nice and clearly scared out of his wits and really bad about hiding it Izuku. And he doesn’t quite know what do with himself as Izuku stands in the doorway shaking in his over sized red shoes. 

He tries to make himself as small and non-threatening as possible as he invites the boy in. Ochako tries her best not to look embarrassed and/or angry with her dad. She fails. 

They get along just fine after though, and her parents waste no time in asking them when they should start planning the wedding, meanwhile Ochako buries herself in the couch and Izuku’s face catches fire.

Also consider: At some point Izuku wonders around town on his running route and he stumbles across a construction site. He sees a few people struggling to lift up a huge piece of wood, one of the workers slips and closes his eyes for the impact…that never comes, because Izuku used a burst of OFA to catch the wood before anybody got hurt.

“Are you okay!?”

Mr. Uraraka can only blink up at this scrawny kid holding up a piece of wood three times his weight with only minimal effort and stutter, “Uh…yeah kid, thanks…”

 The boy leaves and Mr. Uraraka can’t wrap his head around the fact that he managed to catch that beam of wood so easily…until his daughter brings a friend home to study for a test at UA and he laughs as Izuku gapes at him in recognition,

“Y-you’re the worker who-!”

“Ah, a hero-school student, that explains it.” 

As for the other way around, I remember a post about Inko meeting Ochako and them getting along and bonding over their quirks, but I also think Ochako would really admire Inko for the fact that she raised Izuku all on her own. She remembers how hard it was for her parents to raise her and keep a household as she grew up, even when they tried to hide it from her, and there were two of them, so meeting someone who carried the weight of raising a child with seemingly no help would be a bit humbling and awe inspiring for her.

But the both of them would get along swimmingly though. they could talk at length about a bunch of stuff, mostly about their quirks because they are pretty similar, but also about how Ochako is doing at school and some such.

But if Inko catches wind of Ochako’s money saving tactic of not eating ohhhh boy. She would make sure that Izuku would invite her over as many times as possible to make damn sure that she gets a proper meal come hell or high water. 

And she packs her lunches along with Izuku and gives her her number so she can call her to make sure everything is okay and Ochako, self sufficient Ochako who has made of point of not being a beggar and making it on her own so people won’t have to carry her and wouldn’t have to worry about her, is a bit overwhelmed by the fact that this sweet woman, who already has so much on her plate, is taking so much time out of her day to help some kid she barely knows. 

She actually asks Inko why she would want to burden herself like this so easily one day when they’re alone and the older woman just looks a bit confused before asking, “What makes you think you’re a burden Uraraka-chan?”

Izuku walks in on Ochako hugging his very flabbergasted mother and all he can figure to do is smile..and than worry when Ochako starts crying a little…

And Inko would be so happy if they started dating, she would just start gushing about it to anyone who cares to listen and she’d spoil Ochako any chance she gets like she’s the daughter she never had, and Izuku is very happy they get along so well.

…he’s significantly less happy when his mom shows off his baby pictures, especially that one of him in an All-might onsie.

This was so much fun to write and I want this to happen in cannon so much please Horikoshi

The Ladrien Phenomenon

So something that’s always fascinated me with this fandom is the way we’ve sort of informally split ourselves off into camps of preference for the four main Love Square ships. So I thought a cool place to start in figuring this out is by looking at the pairing that seems to be the least popular: Ladrien.

A few of you may have seen this post that I made yesterday and many of you gave some really interesting answers (which I thank you for by the way!!) There’s no way I’m going to be able to address all the nuances of everyone’s answers, BUT I decided to split this essay into three topics that seemed to be coming up the most, and may help to answer the question of why Ladrien isn’t as well liked:

  1. The Ladrien dynamic is shallow because of their mutual crushes on each other / their rose-tinted obsessions with each other.
  2. Ladrien lacks any romantic conflict due to the fact that there are no expectations that either Ladybug or Adrien have to exceed. 
  3. Ladrien subverts ideas about mainstream gender roles and romantic tropes in ways we’re not used to, while Marichat seems to satisfy most of them

The point of this isn’t to convince you that Ladrien is the best ship, but moreso to maybe help shed some light on some larger considerations that might play into why this pairing isn’t particularly compelling (a.k.a. my thoughts and ramblings if that’s at all interesting to you :P)

This is gonna be long as frick, so let’s go under the cut.

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All that shines is not gold- My first POT date

Deceitful. Sickening. Raging.
The list could go on but long-story-short: My first POT date was a disaster.

If you follow me, you got a glimpse of my encounter with Wine. PHD holder, government worker, wealthy, exhaustive traveler, and widowed. (I fact checked all the information and he didn’t lie about any of it, not even his name and position- everything was a 100% real). He was so polite and charming during our texts and call-exchanges I thought he may have been my first SD. ( all conversation posted previously) But darling was I wrong.

He chose a fancy seafood restaurant, gave me several options to choose activities from, suggested picking me up - while mentioning that if I felt more comfortable meeting up there he will be totally understanding (I was not about to get in his car for the first meet-up). Everything seemed to scream SD material… but as I learned: All that shines is not gold.

First, let me provide you with context.
-He is Fat - Hairy - Smelly and ugly. But he got money so oh well? Next.
-The restaurant is in a white suburban DC neighborhood. Keyword: white. I was literally the ONLY black person there. And Lord knows it was crowded. They all stared at me like I didn’t belong there. The woman at the table right next to us even told her husband “ look at her. It’s sad. What wont they do for money. No self esteem.”(she did not care being heard. Our tables were literally 2inches apart.) But I looked amazing ( not to sound obnoxious : I dressed up the part ) so I just fooled myself into thinking that’s why I got stares. Next.
-I paid for my own uber( i know it’s stupid but if you read my previous posts you will know why and how that happened - it doesn’t make it any less stupid tho ). Okay. Now let’s really Next.

-He is awkward. He would just pause in the middle of the conversation and just stare at me for the longest. I mean stare like he was about to snatch the soul out of me. It creeped me out.
-He is racist. Literally. Racist.
This man kept talking about how big my hair was ( I am natural and I will not go through heat damage for any man - so I wore my curls out -).
He told me how he likes that I am foreign because “Black - Americans tend to have a different attitude. They don’t smile as much. They are just… different than you Black foreigners” (his words)
I argued that given the racial history of this country , it was hard to smile and rejoice given the treatment of our people. I said “our” to make sure he understood that I was Black too, and that I wouldn’t tolerate his devising bias.
He did not get it. He proceeded to explain how I have a misunderstanding of the US history because I was a foreigner ( maybe just maybe my perspective had to do with me being black and not foreign? But whatever)
This man talked about the Civil War for half and hour - claiming how Virginia is the eldorado and George Washington is the brightest man to ever walk this earth. He then tried to argue how the Civil War was about patriotism rather than slavery.
I was done. There is only so much I can take and at that point I just zoned out.
Luckily he stopped talking - Until he grabbed my hand to “ look at my nice manicure”.I was so disgusted I had to pull my hand away ( of course I pretended it was to grab my drink as I offered my biggest smile )
- He kept talking about his exes. He showed me pictures of the two girls he dated after his wife died , to only slander their character. He will say stuff like" I am glad you are so knowledgeable about X Y and Z, my ex knew nothing about it. She thought I was boring . But she was just clueless, unlike you"
- He mentioned his deceased wife the whole time. I understood it as grievance - until he affirmed “ Sometimes relationships die down. But Barbara ( his wife) had cancer. I never cheated and I don’t think she did either. At least not in the last years of our mariage.” Idk but for him to talk about his wife like that? After 23yrs old of mariage? It just bothered me.
- He kept discussing about not wanting labels and exclusivity ( as if I did LOL) . He would mention how his ex was prude and kept asking what was my (sexual) experience with men. I laughed it off and answered “enough to know my worth” That shut him up

LAST BUT NOT LEAST- YOU KNOW I HAD TO HIT YOU WITH BANG.

Remember how I said it was a fancy sea-food restaurant. Guess what?
-When the server presented us with the cards, he said : “ We will take the brunch option ” EXCUSE YOU? Why would you bring me to a luxury sea-food restaurant if you did not plan on paying for luxury sea food.
I was looking forward to having oysters and crab. Thanks God I know how to keep a poker face because if stares could kill - he would have died right there.

Needless to say I was so pissed. As soon as we finished eating I told him I couldn’t stay because I had exams to study for. I thanked him for the time and ordered my uber back even before the bill came ( rude I know but I pretended I mistakenly clicked on the order button and couldn’t cancel in fear of being charged ( that way I had 3mn left to gtfo ). He didn’t suspect anything. Was super happy and suggested we see each other again blah blah)

I smiled, grabbed my bag - and while I was midway through the restaurant. He got up and halfway screamed “ I will take a hug now” I froze. Everybody was looking at us. I was never that embarrassed in my whole life. I had to kick every ounce of pride out of me to walk back to him, and give him an hug and a genuine smile as the whole restaurant looked at me in disgust ( I was disgusted too - so I don’t blame them)

I still sent him a text thanking him while in the uber. He kept mentioning how he was generous and didn’t mind paying and taking me out or traveling with me and that he will be eager to see me again.

That’s when I figured I will test him to see where to go with this. I thanked him again and politely asked “ Would you mind compensating my uber fare of today? I don’t necessary ask because people generally offer but I would really appreciate it”
Guess what? He said “ I offered to bring you back ”
I was blown. The conversation went on for a while and I was so fed up I just said “ Yes or No? No explanations, no prerogatives. A simple answer would do”

He said: I cannot paypal you your uber fare.
That’s when I dismissed it.
How does one pretend to be generous and giving but will argue for 30 mn about how he can not paypal me a simple uber fare ( the conversation was so much longer than that - I will post it next because I am too lazy to write more than I already did)

I said : Thank you and stopped answering.

He then told me he is willing to give me 20$ cash when we meet next. Only half of the 40$ i asked for ( I actually paid 23 buck but rounded it up to 40 LMAO )because I didn’t mention prior to that he had to pay for my uber ( is he stupid?)

I still haven’t replied back! I don’t think about seeing him again even if that means loosing 20bucks. I will consider that a lesson- an expensive lesson but a lesson still.

I wonder why he is so cheap because he does have money ( fact checked his job, linkedin, average government salary)
I am just mad I invested so much time reading about nuclear safety , behavioral changes and stalking him that long just to impress him and get nothing but a brunch back.


This was my first POT date ever and if they all end up like this- the bowl may not be for me. Smh

What would you do if you were me babes?

Capitol xoxo

75 THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT STEP 1

In the continuing series of Katharine’s long lists about medical school I’ve written you this list of 75 things you should know about step 1! It includes things to know about studying, about staying sane, AND about test day! 

This is the first in a series I’ll be writing as a comprehensive guide to the USMLE including a more detailed post about test day, etc! 

This list includes things like 

  • Don’t have pockets! 
  • Step psychosis is real! Beware! 
  • Let it go! You cannot learn everything!
  • Don’t delay your date. 
  • Pathoma–do it. 
  • Don’t panic. 
  • Bring caffeine. Bring back up caffeine. 

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staos, ch3: at least this can’t get any—

on Ao3 | on ffnet 

1 | 2 | 3

welp

ok so i don’t feel great about this chapter and today has been a kind of awful day, but i start senior year tomorrow (muffled anxious screaming) and i have no idea how heavy my workload is going to be.

i don’t really like this at all but take it while you can.


Marinette makes a face at her phone as it rings. “What?” she grumbles after she answers.

You read the messages. And I just have to say… WHAT THE FUCK!” Marinette yanks the phone away from her ear as Alya screeches into the speaker.

Marinette rubs her eyes. “Al, do you know what time it is? It’s too late for whatever this is.”

It’s not too late for you to be out with Chat Noir.”

Marinette is awake.

She is wide awake, heart racing, blooding pumping loudly in her ears. “W-what?!” Tikki hovers nervously, having been woken up by Alya’s scream. Marinette gives her a terrified look.

Alya knows Alya knows Alya knows Alya—

Mari, someone got a picture of you and Chat on your balcony.

All the tension leaves Marinette and she slumps against the back of her chair.

Alya doesn’t know.

Marinette hadn’t even transformed today because of the Ladybug and Adrien thing—

Oh shit.

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advice for people who are still at the beginning of their art career

Since I got asked this a few times already:     

RULE NUMBER ONE: don’t give up!
no matter how frustrating it might be in the beginning, keep going.
It’s only normal you’re not as good as people who have been doing this for a long time.

2. practise!
Practise a lot! Practise as much as you wanna improve! Even if improvement only comes in little steps it will come. But only if you do something for it.

3. get inspired!
Don’t be narrow-minded. Keep your eyes open not only to styles that seem most appealing to you.
Some people never improve because they try to draw in a style that totally doesn’t suit them.
Always look for new ways and methods to do art.

4. copy!
It’s totally okay to copy. What’s not okay is to pretend you didn’t, or to steal.
With copy I mean literally copy stuff to improve (don’t upload this, tho, it’s just for practise purposes).
But also look for artists who’s work you like. Look at their art very very closely and try to figure out what it is what makes you like it. Try to figure out how that’s done and try to do it too. (It’s okay, really, everyone does it. It’s how humans learn after all). You’ll eventually reach a point at which your style will settle and turn unique.

5. In regards to 3) and 4): create a folder in which you save pictures that inspire you. it can be style examples, patterns, colours, light atmospheres, clothes, whatever

6. discipline!
Best thing would be you drew on a daily basis. I know you’ll say: “but I don’t have time”
I’m sorry to be rude now, but: that’s not true. Everyone has the time to make a doodle once a day. It takes max 20 minutes. Now you’ll maybe think that a doodle doesn’t make you get better, but that’s a wrong assumption. Drawing is 99% practise and routine. It’s important you keep doing it.
It really helps me to do prompts. Ask for some. Or participate in memes or other things, there are various ways of getting ideas for motives and the pressure to fulfil them.
Look for tutorials if you want to improve at something specific.

7. ask for feedback!
That’s important. Post your stuff online. If no one reacts, ASK for feedback. Your senpais will be glad to help you. Also, when you see something and you wanna understand how it was done, ask the artist.

8. understand drawing
understand how drawing works and what it involves. it’s not only … making brush strokes on paper or something. it’s understanding how things work, it’s imagination, it’s light, it’s colours, it’s composition, it’s typography, it’s design, it’s A LOT to be honest. So much that you can be busy studying drawing the whole day, no matter what you do, because everything you SEE is a potential thing to draw. Try to learn by heart how things look like, try to understand how light works, and the absence of light … how do colours change and perspecitve, how do facial expressions work and how do people move, how many pictures do you need to see to understand a situation ….

you see there is a lot to do, but it’s also fun.
for me drawing is so involved in my life, i cannot look at things like people do that don’t draw.
it sounds much, but it’s up to you whether you really wanna do something or not.
the more you give, the more you get <3
FIGHTO!!!

HA OKAY well that post got a few likes that I assume mean “sure, post your ramble,” so I shall do that. Here’s the wall of text that supplements this doodledump. I did not edit it at all, so it’s really stream-of-consciousness-y and probably doesn’t explain itself well because it’s me talking to myself and I know what I mean by things. Also I just flat-out make stuff up a few times. Also also, sentence structure completely disintegrates by the end.

But anyway. Deep apologies to mobile users because mobile sucks and often ignores readmores.

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