for sure going to school tomorrow though

a day in december: christmas lights

on ao3

my friend buff asked for djwifi so here i am!!! really though this ship deserves more love, i love them so much

i finished at exactly midnight. why am i like this. also i start school again tomorrow so we’re going to see how this goes yikes

(unfortunately, nino is no longer considering the coconut)


Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

“Hey,” he says as he drops down into the seat across from her.

She looks up from her phone with a smile. “Hey! You found me.”

Nino snorts. “Wasn’t hard. This is your favorite post-attack hangout, after all.”

“You know me so well,” she teases. “It’s almost like you’re dating me. But it’s not post-attack for once.”

“Get sick of the cold?” Nino asks. He steals her drink and takes a sip, making a face at how bitter her coffee is. “Ew.”

Alya rolls her eyes. “Sorry I don’t like hot sugary milk. But yeah. The fight is long and cold and it’s getting too dark for it to actually be worth filming.” She sighs and rests her chin in her hand. “No point in videotaping mostly darkness.”

“Man, I’m sorry, Al.” He pushes her drink back toward her. “I’m sure whatever footage you got is great though. And if it makes you feel better, I can buy you a pastry.”

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Whoops. I was supposed to do homework but ended up looking through blogs instead. I’m gonna be so screwed tomorrow. 

Also, my throat is really sore for some reason. Like, nothing else is wrong. Just, literally my throat is sore and that it. I don’t feel like I’m coming down with a cold, my throat just freaking hurts. 

Soulmate AU Part 2

I accidentally posted this to the wrong account at first. Whoops!

Part 1 here

Part 2: Will

Will was the only one of his friends who hadn’t found his soulmate yet. Most of his friends had found theirs years ago, but Will guessed he wasn’t that lucky. It was unusual for someone his age, the ripe old age of twenty-six, to have not found their soulmate already. Will just assumed that his other half was in another country or something, mainly because there was never any writing that appeared on his skin, just drawings. They were incredible, and Will was aching to find the person who created such beautiful art.

That could wait though, well at least till tomorrow because today, Will and his friends were going out to celebrate. Will had just graduated from medical school and he would be starting at his new job in a few weeks. Will checked his hand for probably the millionth time that morning, just to be sure of the restaurant and time. It was then that he noticed the beginnings of a new drawing. Will smiled to himself and continued to get ready. Lou Ellen and Kayla were on their way to pick him up since he didn’t feel like walking.

Will walked out of the door and waited in a patch of sunlight for Lou Ellen and Kayla. Will had always enjoyed the sunlight and his friends would joke that he was like the son of Apollo. A car horn tore Will from his thoughts. He shook his head and jogged over to the car. Once Will was inside, he greeted the two girls up front.

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Trying to finish up my ochem lab notebook by tomorrow but im like 99.9% sure that that’s not going to happen lol

I’ve been feeling pretty unmotivated and unproductive this week…I guess I’m in kind of a lull :( maybe I just needed a break from all the studying for a bit. quarter system just hits you like a train mannnn x.x sigh hopefully i can get a lot of work done this weekend though. I need to start studying for finals :<

anonymous asked:

Your lil cheesepuff here to give you your weekly dose of love :3 *hugs you forever* Hope you're having a great day/week. Ilyyyyyyy :* ~Cheesy anon ♥

Originally posted by jessibecause

Hey cheesepuff, thank you so much! *hugs you back forever* I’m good, looking forward to the weekend. Ah, I’ve gotta catch up with school these weekend for sure, though, since I missed the first day. And I really need to brush up on my Spanish… what do you think I should do? I have a work party tomorrow night at 8:30pm, I can work all day tomorrow and then go. But my friend wants to hang out Sunday for brunch. I definitely need to get some readings I missed from Tuesday done tonight, just to start getting on the track. This is a casual reminder, cheesepuff, to never be like me. Stay focused. Don’t procrastinate. Do your work. Practice your foreign language. Love you, miss you.

♡ Sica

The only words of comfort he’d gotten when he left the house that morning was that ‘everyone was nervous on their first day’. He didn’t doubt that was true, but there was a world of difference between being nervous and being petrified.

Everything was different now. He had to take the bus, which was over thirty minutes of agony and anxious awaiting. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get from the bus stop to school, but if he didn’t do it now, he’d have to go back tomorrow and explain why he’d not been there. It was probably best to face his fears head on and deal with whatever repercussions going to school were going to have for him.

There wasn’t a chance in hell that he wouldn’t be picked on. He knew that.

The building was unfamiliar. He’d been there once before, last year, but he could barely remember any of it. There had never been a choice to make. There was only one school he could’ve picked, as all the others required an even longer journey to get to.

He walked up to the building, trying to ignore how groups of people were standing around, some older than others. They all had one thing in common, though, they seemed to know what they were doing. Whereas Locklann wasn’t even sure whether he was supposed to wait outside or go in and as he was too shy to ask, he just stood around for a moment, hesitated, while his bag felt way too heavy on his back and he was sure that– despite wearing a uniform the same as all the others, except the last years, who were free of that torment– he looked stupid. He’d not done it right. His hair was weird. Probably. He moved his hand through it, as if he’d somehow feel what was weird about it, but he didn’t know. He was sure they all knew, though.