Ooh, yes! Freddy’s got the bad guy frozen with a magnet!
Now, the gang can go grab the final Scooby Snacks and escape this virtual world.
Go get them, Scoob!
I mean, the movie reiterated mere minutes ago that – to the digital people – magnets cause:
2. Complete helplessness
3. Total lack of awareness
4. Temporary memory loss
So, you’re perfectly safe, Scooby!
…oh, no, silly, no need to be sneaky. Just run up there and grab them, this is everyone’s big chance!
…no, seriously, the bad guy can’t do anything. At all. You know he can’t see you, or react to your movement. You, or any of the rest of the gang, can walk straight past him.
…look, Scoob, just go up there already, please? There’s no reason to risk wasting time, all you need to do is go forward. Why isn’t anyone else trying to–
…oh, come on, now.
Y’know, actually, you could just walk around the side of the room to get to the Scooby Snacks, if you wanted. Or maybe even run, seeing as your lives are in danger and all.
Honestly, this could have been over in 4 seconds, had you not decided to slink around the random gray balls at Freddy’s feet.
…or if the rest of the gang had just walked over there themselves during this copious amount of time. C’mon, lend the dog a hand! Your survival kinda depends on it.
…oh, goody, and now the gray balls randomly turn into yellow/green balls, because logic.
…oh, double goody, Fred also decided to get in unnecessarily close to the bad guy, and not watch where he’s going!
Gee, I wonder what’s going to happen.
OH NOES WHOEVER COULD HAVE IMAGINED IT
HE TRIPPED OVER BOTH THE BALL AND SCOOBY
IF ONLY THERE HAD BEEN ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DONE DIFFERENTLY TO PREVENT THIS SITUATION
Look… I’m not expecting a masterpiece of a script from Scooby-Doo, here, but when your heroes need to have a auto-win situation foiled by an intricately-choreographed series of bad decisions… maaaybe you ought to re-write the scene.
Derek hasn’t slept for more
than an hour or two at a time since Laura died. He’s running on anger alone,
and he thinks that it’s probably enough. He shifts into his beta form when the
weariness gets too bad to function—when he stumbles, when he sways, when he
reaches for something and misses—and uses the wolf’s energy to supplement the
weaker human’s. It’s not sustainable, probably, but what the hell does Derek
care about that? Because the alternative…
alternative is stopping, and taking a breath, and facing up to the fact that
he’s alone, that his entire pack is dead, and everything that happened is his
stopping. No thinking. No resting.
first time it happens, Derek has gone to Stiles’s house to talk to him about
Scott. Scott is a werewolf now, but he’s resisting everything that means including
Derek—especially Derek—and Derek
knows the only way to get him to see reason is to get Stiles on side. And
Stiles seems smart, and practical, even if he is more than a little weird and
Derek goes to his house.
sheriff’s cruiser is in the drive, so Derek climbs in Stiles’s bedroom window.
Which, by the way, is becoming a habit he should probably break sooner rather
than later. Stiles’s bedroom door is shut, but the room is empty.
can hear him babbling away to the sheriff downstairs. The sheriff doesn’t sound
like he’s contributing too much. Just the occasional affirming noise that
encourages Stiles to keep going.
huffs, and glares around Stiles’s bedroom.
the trackpad on Stiles’s laptop, and the screen opens. It’s password protected.
Derek types “I TALK TOO MUCH”, but that’s not the password, apparently. Then he
types “LYDIA” and isn’t too surprised when it doesn’t work. Stiles might be
obsessed with the girl, but everyone knows it, and who’d be stupid enough to
pick such an obvious password as the girl he’s crushing on?
a half empty can of Coke on Stiles’s desk. Derek drinks it.
sits down on Stiles’s bed and stares at the posters on the wall.
bed is comfortable. The mattress is firm, but not too hard. Derek can’t
remember the last time he lay on a mattress, so he lies down and stretches out.
Takes a deep breath and fills his lungs with the scent of Stiles—grotty teenage
boy, and stale sweat with an undertone of Bengay, but also something clean and
earthy like petrichor—and promptly passes out.
We all know that, to keep our brains
running smoothly, we need to fuel them appropriately with a balanced
diet. This is specially important during exams or other stress periods,
because mental work burns more calories than sometimes we realize.
easy and effective way to get that extra energy our brains need are
snacks. When used in conjunction with an already good diet, they can
give a much needed boost to your memory, attention, comprehension…
When to snack?
I’ve found the best time to go for a little snack is during studying breaks.
I use the pomodoro technique, so every 25 minutes I’ll have a little
break, and that’s when I do my snacking. Not every break has to be a
snack-break, of course!
If I am cramming, I find eating while
studying also works, but it is messier and can interrupt your focus. So
try your best to plan little breaks at set intervals!
How to snack?
Eatsmall things, both in portion and in size. Finger foods are much better than stuff you need utensils for. Bite sized
foods work best and are generally less messy. Small portions mean you
get energy as you need it, and that you won’t overeat or force your body
to do a heavy digestion while studying (trust me, you don’t want that!
You want all the energy going to your brain and not your guts!).
What to snack?
where many people get stuck, but truth is possibilities are endless. I
advise against junk food, but even that is better (in moderation, of
course!) than having nothing at all. It is a good idea to plan ahead
what you will be eating and snacking that week: this way you can make
sure you choose a variety of foods with good nutritional values, and
your choices are wiser.
Fruit smoothies (a favorite here is frozen strawberries, banana & cinnamon)
Tea (any type, hot or iced)
A small cup of hot chocolate
Fruit and vegs
Berries (I’m a fan of blueberries, but to each their own!)
Carrot, green pepper and/or celery sticks
Hummus (pair it up with the vegetable sticks and it’s yummy!)
Guacamole (it can work as a dip, too!)
A good old sandwich (this one is too much for me, but it’s good for longer breaks)
Hard pretzels or pretzel rods
Dark chocolate (but do not overdo this one!)
Popcorn (same here!)
M&Ms (or similar, but in moderation)
Fats and Proteins
Nuts (I’m specially a fan of walnuts, but any one goes!)
Cheese (wedges, mini cheese balls, diced…)
A hard boiled egg
Cold meats (diced, rolled up slices…)
The list, honestly, is endless, as are the benefits of regular and healthy snacking for students like you and me.
ETA: Adding more snack ideas as I come up with them. Feel free to share yours!
(Note of the Author: Please forgive any mistakes I may have made. English is my third language and sometimes I get brain-hiccups while writing long things!)
can you maybe write something about richie and eddie's first kiss where edddie takes richie's glasses off right before? im dying of feels for these boys who'd get so nervous around each other
He wanted to kiss him.
Hi, i hope this is okay! Sorry for any mistakes.
During summer Sunday afternoons, the Derry theater was the place to be. For most days, all the losers would come running into the dark building to escape the outside heat, and find their seats where they’d take up half the row and kick their feet up.
The Derry Theater always had a summer deal, or ‘steal’ as Richie liked to call it. They’d play classic hits for 3.00 per ticket, and snacks would be down a dollar.
“We should see E.T.,” Mike suggests.
Richie argued back, “No way! Gremlins is the way to go.”
“We saw that two weeks ago, Richie.”
It would usually take about 15 minutes before everyone either gave up or finally all decided on one film they could agree on.
“An you do a reaction to their s/o saying oppa, I know a lot of people think you have to be korean to say this word but I think you can still say it just don’t overuse it”
He’s comes home exhausted from practice one night. Usually he cooks when he gets home, but he’s just too tired.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll make you something,” you offer, pushing him to sit on the couch and rest his feet.
You’re not familiar with the ingredients you have in the kitchen, so you search online for a recipe. The one you find, though, is written in a way that’s hard for you to understand.
“Oppa,” you say, coming out of the kitchen to show him the recipe. “What does this mean?”
He’s caught off guard when you call him “oppa” instead of an endearment in your own language. But he loves it and can’t help but smile sweetly at you. He reciprocates by calling you something you taught him in your language as he explains the instructions to you.
“Babe, you’ve been shut up in this room too long,” you say as you walk into his home studio. You know he doesn’t like it when you interrupt his work, but he’s been working on this one song for far too long and needs a break.
“I know but I can’t get these lyrics right,” he mumbles, irritated.
You come up behind him and place your hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them because you know their sore. “That’s exactly why you need a break, oppa.”
Though he doesn’t really show it, he loves it when you speak Korean, he thinks it’s cute. So when “oppa” leaves your mouth unexpectantly, he can’t help but smile to himself and pull you in for a kiss. Your sweet voice always relieves some of his stress.
He broke an intable the other day and has taken it upon himself to replace it. Today, he went to the store and bought a new one and is now trying to put it together. And, let’s be honest, you’re not surprised when you hear a loud thud. But his cry of pain brings you rushing from the kitchen where you were cooking dinner. He’s sitting on the floor, clutching at his hand.
“What did you do now, oppa?” you sigh as you kneel down next to him.
To him, “babe” or “baby” (or the equivalent in your first language) is more loving on your part. You’re speaking to him in the language of your heart, so he feels like it’s more personal for you. But occasional you call him “oppa”, and he gives you that cute smile of his as you examine the thumb he hit with the hammer.
He comes home sore from all the dance practices this week. He groans in pain as he struggles to take his shoes off at the door.
“Oppa, let me help you.” As you kneel down to unty his shoelaces, you can’t see the huge smile on his face.
He prefers when you call him something in your own language, but thinks it’s so cute when you call him “oppa”. It’s rare, and you say it with a slight accent that he thinks is just adorable.
You’re searching through the fridge, trying to figure out dinner, when Jimin comes home. You’ve had a long day at work and really don’t want to cook.
“I’m tired, baby. Can we just order some food?” You barely have enough time to ask when he comes into the kitchen to give you a kiss hello and then heads straight for the shower.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” he calls from the hallway.
When he gets out of the shower, you’re looking for a good delivery.
“What do you feel like having, oppa?” you ask, absent-minded.
He pauses in his tracks. That’s the first time you’ve called him “oppa” and it’s honestly so cute. He smiles shyly at how adorable you are and raps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Whatever you want, jagiya.”
He comes into the kitchen to see you stretching on your tip-toes, trying to reach your favorite snack in the cupboard. Your shirt is pulled up from your stretch, revealing a bit of your skin.
Tae can’t resist. He creeps up behind you and pokes your bare skin. You’re very ticklish and hate it. You shriek and drop the snack you finally acquired.
“Oppa!” You whine, seeing your snack broken in its package from hitting the floor.
He giggles as he buries his face against your neck, giving you a kiss. “You’re so cute!” He whines back.
He’s purposefully annoying you. He likes when you get all whiny and pouts, thinking you’re the cutest when you’re annoyed.
“Oppa!” You yell, fed up with his antics.
“Yah!” He yells back, playfully pushing your shoulder. He always claims he doesn’t like being called oppa, but when you do, in your cute accent, he secretly loves it.
“Well, stop being a jerk,” you push him back, harder.
I was smiling the entire time I was looking for gifs. They’re so cute!