from the pack

NOT SO BERRY GOES BOWLING

Surprise! At 3pm ET tomorrow I’ll be posting a current household update where Minti and the gang go bowling! I figured this was a better way to use my early access to the Bowling Night Stuff Pack.

Instead of a boring (no offense) overview video I showed off some CAS/build items but mostly focused on my own Sims and the gameplay.

I’ll post a link on here when the video go live, friends. You’ll also be seeing screenshots all day. 

Reminder: the pack doesn’t release until Wednesday, but the embargo for people with early access to post content from the pack ends tomorrow.

lacrosse | stiles stilinski

Originally posted by chanel-n-vuitton

Originally posted by llucy13

a/n: this is my first of many teen wolf imagines on this page so if your a fan please click the follow button and send in some requests to see more of your favourite teen wolf babies on my blog!!

request: stiles x reader, reader is cousins with someone from the pack and they all set you up with stiles!!! thank uu!!stiles x reader

“(y/n) sweetie we’re here” my mum shakes my shoulder softly, i yawn and stretch my arms glancing out the window as a sign comes into view ‘welcome to beacon hills’. i take in my surrounds as we drive further into the small town.

my mother and i had decided to come down and visit my aunt and my cousin for the weekend. it was a long flight from florida to california but we made it in one piece to our rental car and now Aunt Natalie’s.

“excited?” i nod smiling at my mum “stoked” i roll my eyes before getting out of the car and following my mum up to the front steps. i rock back and fourth in my heels as the door flys open reveal my Aunty.

“(y/m’s/n)! it’s so good to see you” she squeals wrapping my mum up in a hug

“and is that my favourite niece?!” i smile wide “your only niece?” i offer and she winks at me giving me a bone crushing hug

“Lydia love (y/n)’s here!” she yells into the house “come in come in!” she grabs my bags out of my hands and ushers me into the house, thats when i spot the familiar red head.

“lyd!” i yell she sees me and we run to each other giving each other a long hug

“i missed you!” she gushes “me too” i gush back giggling.

“you look beautiful miss lydia” she smiles at my mum giving her a hug “thank you!”

“you going out sweetie?” Natalie asks her daughter

“Scott and Stiles wanted me to come watch the game- can i go?” she nods “why don’t you take (y/n) with you introduce her to your friends?” her mother offers glancing at me.

“of course! i was going to ask if you’d like to join me- ive told them all about you they’d love to met you” she tells me sweetly

“uh i don’t know im not really dressed for a lacrosse game” i tell her nervous glancing at mysweats “that’s not a problem ive got plenty of clothes you can wear we’ve just got to be quick can’t miss the start of the game!”

“is it bad that this is my first ever high school lacrosse game?” i tell her wondering across the fields toward the bleachers..

“of course not! trust me i don’t normally enjoy these i just like to come to support my friends” she tells me guiding me through the mass of parents and school kids..

“so how hot are they?” i tease and she slaps my arm “what?” i ask innocently laughing at the blush on my cousins cheeks .

“why else would you come if they weren’t hot-?” i ask.

“yeah they’re pretty hot” i jump at the voice and turn to see a brunette girl approaching us “oh hey allison- allison this is (y/n) my cousin, (y/n) this is allison she’s dating one of the boys i told you about Scott”..

“nice to meet you, oh and the other is totally single and not to bad on the eyes” she winks at me popping a fire into her mouth “ill keep that in mind, should we sit?” i ask the girls..

a loud ruckus of boys pile out onto the field the crowd cheering “is that our team?” i yell over the noise and the girls nod “here there’s someone we want you to met” Lydia smiles devilishly..

“lydia you are not setting me up please for the love of god!” i roll my eyes as she drags me toward the group of teenage boys clad in lacrosse gear “great” i mumble..

“Scott!” allison yells at her boyfriend to try and grab his attention he smiles adoringly at her and notices Lydia and myself standing beside her..

with that he turns quickly and grabs another boy by the shoulder pad and drags him toward us. my gaze falls to the ground till i hear the boys standing infront of us..

i shyly glance up to see the tall pale boy already staring at me, he’s brunette hair was spiked up and his big brown eyes staring into my soul. he was hot..

i feel nervous fiddling with my hair making eye contact with Lydia instead of the incredible good looking brunette stranger..

“Scott, Stiles this is (y/n) my cousin i told you about- (y/n/n) this is Scott & Stiles” they both smile brightly at me and we all mumble hellos..

“is this the single cousin?” Scott ask nudging stiles “what?” he breaks out of my trance looking up at his best friend “jeez lyd your making me out to be so desperate lonely girl” i complain crossing my arms infront of my chest..

“i don’t think it makes you desperate” stiles stutters playing with his helmet “thanks stiles” i giggle “you know who else is single?” Scott asks and stiles curses attempting to walk away from the embarrassment “this guy” he smiles sarcastically throwing his arm around the poor boy..

“good to know” i chuckle glancing at the girls who are also laughing.

“McCall! Stilinski!” an older man shouts assuming it their coach telling them it was time to play Allison pecks Scott on the lips and wishes him good luck before Lydia and Allison head toward the bleachers..

as the boys turn i grab for stiles hand turning him around “yo-” his eyes widen when he realises it’s me “good luck” i smile at him pecking his cheek “single stilinski” i tease causing the teen to blush like crazy..

i bite my lip and turn around jogging over to my cousin and my new found friend, i sit between them staring giddy at Stiles shocked expression. “what’d you do to stiles?” Lydia turns worry etched onto her expression..

“i just wished him luck” i smile at her and she rolls her eyes at me “i thought you didn’t want to be set up” she mocks my voice “oh hush” the three of us laugh and move our attention out onto the field to watch the game..

we jump up and cheer as the final siren sounds announcing our win, we clap and smile at our friends as they share a hug before heading off the field. we pile out of the bleachers and wait outside the boys locker room for the boys to finish changing..

we were all on our phones flicking through our feeds when the familiar sound of our friends filled the room..

“great game babe!” allison approaches her boyfriend placing a kiss on his lips “Jackson!” Lydia calls running up to her own boyfriend giving him a kiss and congratulations.

Leaving Stiles and I to ourselves “you had a really good game tonight” i tell him nervously “oh yeah?” he smirks confidence beating through him “yeah really” i tease placing my hand on his chest..

“fuck it” he curses before grabbing my waist and pulling me toward him as he places his lips on mine, i flinch before kissing back my hands making their way up to his hair before breaking apart.

“wow i didn’t take you as a dominant type” i giggle pecking his lips “im not usually” he confesses kisses me again “there’s just something about you” I look up into his brown eyes and smile..

giggles brought us back to reality as we shoot apart are friends laughing at us and hugging their respective boyfriends “this was the plan all along wasn’t it” Stiles asks and they nod as we both laugh wrapping my arm around his waist..

i guess beacon hills wasn’t too bad after all.

- 🌹

Originally posted by love-is-in-the-air-baby-love

Originally posted by mischiesfs-managed

Study Buddies.

Brett Talbot x Female!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Can you writte a Brett smut wheres reader is a typical good and shy girl and Brett really wants to fuck her :’) and one day they are alone at readers hause ;
and yeah, you know how it ends xD”
Warnings: Language and smut 😋

  “Alright, boys and girls, you all know the drill! Get your stuff out and get ready for some notes!” Coach droned.
  We all knew that he didn’t want to be here any more than any of us did. It was the same thing in class every single day.
  I got my stuff out and heard my phone buzz. I took it out, expecting a message from Scott McCall about pack business. But, it wasn’t Scott. It was Brett Talbot, my best friend.

          Brett💓: You look good today.😋

  I rolled my eyes and smile. My outfit wasn’t anything special. It was a black tank top, ripped jeans, and my all black converse.

         Me: Thanks, Brett! 😊 Shouldn’t you be paying attention tho?

  “Ms. Y/L/N? Do you want to read the passage from the book to the class?” Coach asked me.
  My ears got hot and my nerves got jumpy. “N-N-No, Sir.” I whispered.
  Finstock nodded, being aware of how shy I am. Someone else started reading and I tried to calm myself down. I hadn’t even realized that it took the entire class to calm my nerves. The bell rang and I came to the realization that I didn’t get any notes.
  “Shit.” I mumbled.
  “Woah-oh-oh! Such an ugly word from such a pretty mouth.” Brett walked to where I was packing my stuff.
  I sighed. “I know, I know, but I didn’t get any notes today. Brett, I don’t ever miss notes! What am I going to do?”
  Brett put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll come over tonight and give you the notes and go over the lesson with you too.”
  “God, you are a life saver!” I hugged him.
  Brett squeezed my waist. “Alrighty then, go to class or you’re going to be late. I love you!”
  I waved and walked out the door. “I love you, too!”

         Brett’s P.O.V

  I groaned when Y/N walked out of Coach’s room. I’m glad she didn’t catch me staring at her cleavage that was falling out of her tank top. I adjusted the bulge in the front of my basketball shorts.
  Y/N is my best friend, and she has been for the past ten years, but now I can’t help but want to be more than friends.
  The final bell rang and I ran to class; the only thing I could think of was how I was going to make “more than friends” work when I go over tonight.

         Y/N’s P.O.V

  As soon as the last bell rang I sped out to my car. I wanted to get to my house before Brett did.
  I got up to my room and threw my stuff on the bed with a huff. It was super hot in my room, so I put on some shorts and threw my hair up into a messy bun. I took my books out of my backpack and started reading the passage from class today.
  Five minutes later, there was a tapping coming from my window. I smiled and opened my window to let Brett in.
  “Why couldn’t you use the front door?” I stretched my hands over my head and groaned.
  Brett’s eyes moved to my stomach, where my tank top had rode up.
  “Um, maybe because that is no fun at all?” He smiled.
  “Well, as long as you have the notes, I don’t care how you get into my house.” I hugged Brett.
  Brett hugged me back, but he held on to me for a little bit longer than he usually does.
  “Okay, let’s get our homework done, yeah?” I sat on my bed and patted the empty space in front of me.
  Brett came to me and put his backpack on the bed.
  “Don’t put your shoes on my bed, Brett Talbot. I will screw you up.”
  Brett raised his voice. “Your gonna what?!”
  I leaned back. “I’m gonna screw you up.”
  “Oh. Okay, sorry.”

         Brett’s P.O.V

  Holy shit! I definitely did NOT hear her say that last word. Y/N is seriously going to be the death of me.

         Y/N’s P.O.V

  Brett chuckled nervously. I shrugged it off. “So, what all did Coach talk about during class today?” I asked.
  Brett flipped to the page from class in his textbook. “The lesson was about the French Revolution. More specifically, the Tennis Court Oath.”
  I nodded and slid Brett’s notebook closer to me and finished copying notes for that section.
  “I love you, Y/N.” Brett said.
  “I love you, too, Brett.” I answered absent-mindedly.
  Brett took my pen out of my hand. He lifted my chin until I looked him in the eyes. “No, Y/N, I love you. I want to be with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
  I couldn’t even find the right words to respond to Brett. “Brett…I don’t know what to say…”
  Brett leaned forward. His lips barely touched mine. “Say yes, Y/N. Say you’ll be with me.”
  “Yes, Brett. I’ll be with you.” I answered without even having to think about it.
  Brett closed the gap between our lips. I leaned back and pulled Brett down with me. Our books and other school stuff got pushed onto the floor. Brett’s hand moved to the front of my shorts.
  I broke the kiss. “Brett, I’m-I’m a virgin.”
  Brett gave me a sweet smile. “I’ll go slow, sweet girl.”
  “Promise?”
  “Promise.” Brett kissed me again.
  Brett helped me out of my shorts. I giggled a little bit. I pulled off my shirt, showing Brett my naked chest. Brett hissed and discarded his clothes faster than humanly possible. (HAHAHA)
  Brett pulled something out of his basketball shorts. A condom.
  “Awfully prepared for this, aren’t you, Talbot?” I quizzed.
  Brett blushed. “I-uh-well-you see…”
  I laughed and kissed his lips again, just to shut him up.
  Brett rolled the condom on. Brett put his finger on my clit. I started to moan instantly. Brett’s expert finger got me completely soaked in no time at all.
  “Are you ready, baby?” Brett asked.
  I bit my lip and nodded quickly.
  Brett pushed into me slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped his shoulder tightly. The sharp, tearing pain made my eyes well up with tears. Brett continued slowly until he was buried inside of my pussy completely. He stayed still for some time.
  “It’s okay for you to move now. I’m okay now.” I breathed.
  Brett pulled out some then slid back in. There was still some pain but it subsided after two of there strokes, and turned into pleasure.
  “How are you doing? Does it hurt?” Brett stroked my face with one of his hands.
  I moaned. “I’m fine. It feels good, Brett. Really good.”
  Brett laughed softly and sped up a little. My moans and his moans got slightly louder and louder.
  Thank god my parents aren’t home. I thought.
  With one particular thrust, Brett hit a spot inside of me that made me arch my back. “Holy fuck. I don’t know what you just did, but do it again.”
  A smirk appeared on Brett’s face and he duplicated his actions for the second time. An unfimiliar feeling started to form in my abdomen. It felt like a knot that was on the verge of exploding.
  “Brett, I’m–oh, god–” I panted.
  Brett groaned. “Me too, sweetheart, just a little longer.”
  Brett thrusted twice more and a feeling of euphoria  washed over me. Brett pulled out and laid down beside me.
  “That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life before.” I rested my hand on my forehead and caught my breath.
  “It’s better the second time, baby. Just saying.” Brett said.
  I smiled. “How about, in a few minutes, we test that?”
  “Deal.”

anonymous asked:

i know annie's no where close to being a teen yet, but i could SO see her having the new wavy bob hair from the bowling pack

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i love that and you know shes def having a birthday party at the bowling alley to age up into a teen 

anonymous asked:

Hi! So I'm French and I never understood a/b/o universe like what it is about, how the smut work etc.. could you explain it to me please ? :)

Heya ! So I’m gonna try to explain, but fair warning I’m not the biggest specialist :D

- ABO dynamics are coming from wolves pack dynamics. So people are either alpha, beta, or omega. Alpha being the leader, the one who take care of the others … the dominant. Beta are the common people. Omega being the sub.

- for the smut : Alpha are the dom to omega, obviously. Beta do what (who) they want. Omega want to have their alpha babies (because yes, MPREG). When an alpha and an omega have a “bond”, they become mates for life (they are so married). Also the omegas come with a nice package : self lubrification , and heat (like 5 days where all they can think about is being FULL. Lets be real, it’s amazing smut to read.). Because heat is a bitch, they take some pills to have a normal life because otherwise alphas could just smell them kilometers away and shit happens. Oh, and i forgot how the alphas have a knot that’s growing when they have wild sex and make them ejaculating like 10 liters of sperm to impregnate their omega. Pretty wild smut so. Also Alpha are going in rut too, like Omegas heat)

BUT. All the fics are not the same at all about a/b/o:

- some fics are Werewolves AU  (hello Sterek) : a/b/o is mostly about social interactions and pack dynamics, not at all about the smut. So mostly no heat/rut (sometimes knotting ? it’s a wolves thing ^^’) , but not always.

- some fics are in the human world  : so a/b/o is about the entire society, everyone is born being either alpha beta or omega. These fics are often much more into smut with heat/rut/knot.

I totally recommend to read Cameras Flashing, it’s a Larry famous/not famous AU, very well done and explaining so well the dynamics between a/b/o. And you’ll have some great smut too so , you’ll see if it’s your thing or not :D


Enjoy !!

(J’ai failli te répondre en français, mais réellement ca me parait trop weird de parler de heat et de knotting en français ^^’)(si jamais mes explications sont pas claires, reviens me voir, je tenterais de traduite)

anonymous asked:

this is gonna sound weird but if you order something from lush online their packing peanuts are edible 👀

Actually I was gonna mention here are some brands of packing peanuts that are edible!! Lol but unless you’re buying the packing peanuts themselves, or buying from a company that you know uses them all the time (like Lush), there’s no way of knowing if the kind you have is edible or not, so it’s best not to try unless you know ^^;

A lot of these posts “””defending””” Molly Hooper after that last episode are really rubbing me up the wrong way, because I swear NONE of y’all have given a single shit about Molly until now. I’ve had to endure 3 years of people saying it’s “pathetic” that Molly slapped Sherlock because he “didn’t return her feelings” (WHICH IS NOT WHY SHE HIT HIM OH MY GOD), and I’ve had to listen to people say her silly crush on Sherlock is embarrassing or that she needs to grow up and move on. Even when she’s been praised, she hasn’t been praised as an engaging and interesting character, as the sweet, kind and intelligent young pathologist she is, she’s been praised because she allegedly serves as a prop to further a relationship between two gay men. Which - guess what guys, IS NOT PROGRESSIVE. 

But oh, now that her feelings have finally been vindicated, now suddenly it’s poor Molly and Molly deserves better. But listen. I’m the first person to say that Sherlock’s got major problems with writing women. Ask me about Mary’s fridging sometime. And yes, I wish to God Molly had more screentime, but this idea that her final scene is about glamorising abusive relationships or that Molly was nothing but a prop is killing me.

Do you know what I saw when I watched that scene with Eurus and Molly?

I saw a character who had undergone tremendous growth over the past four seasons. Originally intended as a one-off, but so spellbindingly brought to life by Loo Brealey that she was made a non-canon recurring character, Molly has grown from timid, mousy and submissive to a woman more than willing to stand up for herself, whose kindness is her strength and whose love was the undoing of Moriarty. She’s smart - she’s the literal embodiment of medical and pathological knowledge in Sherlock’s mind palace. She proved you can be soft and strong, that vulnerability doesn’t have to mean weakness, and that you can stand up to someone and demand better treatment in a gentle voice. 

And, God forbid, she’s also in love with a man. But she’s never been given the opportunity to say so. Her feelings, which have been a strength and a weakness, are visible enough to us and everyone in the show, but she’s never said it out loud. 

Now, truth in fiction is a rare substance. It always takes a tremendous amount of pressure for two people to be completely honest with each other, especially if that truth concerns feelings of love. The question, “what will it take to make Molly tell Sherlock she loves him?” is answered in this scene. And the answer is: Sherlock needs to say I love you first. 

And do you know who was in control in that scene? Molly. Every single step of the way. At any moment she could have told Sherlock to stick it up his arse and hung up. There would have been no repercussions for her. Sherlock tries in myriad ways to get an I love you and she blocks him every time, says “leave me alone,” tells him she won’t let him make fun of her, tells him she’s not an experiment. She hasn’t been treated well by Sherlock and John this season, is still grieving over Mary, is probably suffering depression, and she’s sick of Sherlock’s nonsense. She’s willing to help if it’s urgent, but she’s done playing games. 

She tells him she can’t say it because it’s true. It’s always been true. She’s always loved him. Do you have any idea how long we’ve waited for her feelings to be validated? At last, no, it’s not a stupid girlish crush, it’s not infatuation, it’s a beautiful, selfless love that she cherishes for him. She loves this man. She saved his life. She stood up to him. She refused to tolerate shabby treatment from him. She was happy to be his friend. She moved on and found a new man, but when Sherlock came back, she had to be honest with herself, and she decided it would be better to be alone than marry a man she doesn’t really love. She is so brave, and so selfless, and she’s never once made her feelings his problem. That’s why she begs him - don’t make me say it because it’s true, it’s always been true.  

And then, still feeling like this must be a game somehow, she challenges him to say it first. Go on. If you want me to make a fool of myself, then you have to go first. I’m not jumping until you do. Molly can see through him; he can’t manipulate her like he did in S1. She’s not that person anymore. And he’s not that person anymore, either. Eurus didn’t rig Molly’s flat with explosives, and Sherlock didn’t win when he supposedly saved her life, because it wasn’t about that. It was about torturing Sherlock emotionally, and where once he manipulated her without a second thought, hurting Molly now is like vivisection to him. Eurus - Molly - both get him to admit “I love you” - twice. Once, because he was trying to save her life - the second time because he realised it was true. As a friend, or something more, who even cares, he loves her and he realises just how much. 

And still, Molly is in control. She can hang up, if she wants. She contemplates it. But then, almost kissing the phone, perhaps having recognised the note of sincerity in his voice, she whispers, I love you.

Too often an unrequited crush ends when a character suddenly finds a new man or woman, falls in love, and gets over their old feelings, and has a happily ever after with this random new person. But I’ve always found that maddeningly dissatisfying, and even though it comes from horrific circumstances, I’m so glad that Molly’s feelings were validated, not because Sherlock returned them, but simply because those feelings are hers, and they are real, they’ve always been real, and it hurts, god it hurts, but at least she was able to be honest. The cut has been made, the truth is revealed, and now she can begin to heal. She doesn’t have to keep those words festering inside her. Molly loves Sherlock, and it took him telling her he loved her to admit that. 

And Sherlock’s a wreck afterwards. He caresses those words “I love you” and thinks about how he always believed caring was not an advantage. He thinks about selfless, kind Molly Hooper, who had always loved him, and saved him, whose love was her strength, whose love was doomed, who would not suppress or deny her feelings, but merely kept them to herself to spare him discomfort and then - 

He thinks about Molly in that coffin. He thinks about losing her. He thinks about what he’s just said to her. He thinks of how he’s hurt her.

No.

He loses control. Always, he’s pretended to be pure intellect, has always clung to rationality, but in this moment he is nothing but emotion. Rage, pain, fear, sadness, needing to destroy this coffin, smashing it to pieces, screaming in agony because of how much he feels for this woman. 

Molly loves Sherlock. We’ve known for a long time. And I truly feel that Molly being allowed to own those feelings, because they are hers, regardless of whether they are reciprocated or not, is far more powerful than sweeping them under the rug and pretending they never existed or that she got over them just fine. This is how she feels, and no she won’t tolerate poor treatment because of them, and no she won’t put up with him playing games, but yes - she will be there when he needs her, because that’s just who she is. 

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I love how they pop out from behind the tree, shuffling sideways, and layer up after each other. It’s like the introduction to some kind of performing act. 😂😂

A small town game of find the werewolf, turns a little bit dark

Context I was the DM and there were 3 players; a paladin(insisted on rolling to see if she was attracted to any authority figure she met), a ranger(he built the perfect archer and equipped nothing but daggers),and a monk(the only player trying to advance the story)

The group finds themselves in the home of a grieving widow and her son(who they barely retrieved from a pack of werewolves, because the ranger couldn’t range).

Monk: look we defeated the werewolf and saved the boy how do we tell if he’s been infected?

Ranger: well we broke our last silver dagger killing the werewolves so if he is infected we’re screwed.

Paladin: I have a resurrection item; I say we try to kill him without any silver and if he dies we know he’s not a werewolf and I can resurrect him.

Monk: OMG you’re supposed to be LAWFUL GOOD! LAWFUL GOOD!!!

DM: I will allow this form of werewolf verification.

Monk: LAWFUL GOOD!!!

This was the first adventure of what would later be named “Team Take & Break”

What’s in my backpack?

Here’s what I carry with me to all my classes every day:

- my big pink two-pocketed pen(cil) bag | purchased from Staples

- my small polka-dotted pencil bag where i keep my Stabilo pens | sewn for me by my little cousin

- my 20 pack of triplus fineliners | purchased from Michaels

- my 50 pack of crayola supertips* | purchased from Michaels

* note: i only bring these around when I’m taking copious amounts of notes, like for my geology and liberal studies classes

Contents of my handmade pen pouch:

- 30 .88 stabilo fineliners | purchased from Amazon

*note: i am missing one here, it’s in another bag of mine!

Contents of the right pocket of my 2-sided pink pen(cil) case

- bic white-out | purchased a very long time ago from idk where

- a sharpie finepoint pen (my favorite black pen!) | purchased from Target

- a black Zebra calligraphy pen | purchased from Daiso

- a chubby tip sharpie | purchased a long time ago from idk where

- a sharpie ultra fine tip marker | purchased a long time ago from idk where

- my 2-pocket flower garden pen pouch | purchased from Aliexpress

Contents of the top pocket of my flower garden pen pouch:

- my mildliner collection (3 of the 4 packs) | purchased from Amazon

Contents of the bottom pocket of my flower garden pen pouch:

- my 11 fine line ballpoint pens | purchased from Aliexpress

*note: also comes with a black pen, but i used it so much it ran out of ink!

Contents of the left pocket of my 2-sided pink pen(cil) case

- my small flowered pencil pouch | purchased from Aliexpress

- a portable solar charger | purchased at my county fair

- a USB converter block | purchased from the Apple Store

- a spare iPhone charger | purchased from Aliexpress (for super cheap - like less than a dollar each - and it works for a couple months at least!)

- a small purple stapler and staples | purchased from Staples

- spare pencil lead, an elmer’s glue stick, peach post-its, and red scissors

- blue glue tape | a gift from our Japanese exchange student

- chick white-out tape | purchased from Daiso

- 32 G USB drive | purchased from Staples

Contents of my small flowered pencil pouch:

- a pink rubber eraser | purchased from Aliexpress

- pink/purple mechanical pencils and spare lead | purchased from Costco

- a ‘mechanical’ eraser | (probably) purchased from Daiso

- a small ruler | “borrowed” from my Marine Biology teacher’s class

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Conclusion: I spend way too much money on pens

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– dedicated to @leahlahote. merry christmas, from the shittiest secret santa ever!