good thing i finished reading it

anonymous asked:

Because the show wasn't delivering on romantic Bellarke I turned to the books. And let me tell you, the writing is really bad and half of the things that happened are forgettable. Plus Bellarke isn't even that good in the books, there are two other characters that aren't on the show (Glass and some dude), their relationship and storyline was far more interesting than Bellarke. After I finished the first book I just skipped to Bellarke sex and didn't read anything else.

Ajskdacakfjh I literally saw someone tweet today about how Glass and Luke?? are better then bellarke in the books lmao

annaveth  asked:

hi! i just wanted to say that i read all of fuckign witches today and i totally loved it~ i've been interested in witchcraft for about a year and a half but have always been really overwhelmed and kind of too nervous to start? but yeah today after finishing reading i kinda just went for it? read a bunch of posts on it, lit some candles for a bit (mostly because i just really love candles), attempted to make a sigil. i have no idea what i'm doing but i feel kind of good? so thank you so much <3

ahh! i’m glad it got you into it.

honestly, you’re starting like i did. sigils and candles. :) listen, if it feels right, do it (unless its murder. dont murder people) research is another thing, that’s good! 

im so happy you liked it and im glad you were inspired to start your own path. thank you so much.

Top 20 Larry fics in 2016 over 100k by kudos on Ao3

* criteria; completed in 2016 and not part of a fic series

1. Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante for docilelou
2. California Sold by isthatyoularry
3. To Be Loved To Be In Love by Angel_Dust
4. Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12
5. Nameless Night by green_feelings
6. wings to break your fall by karamelised
7. Hiding Place by alivingfire
8. Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart
9. Fight For Me by Mie1412
10. Bloodline by banana_louis
11. Never Be by cherrystreet
12. And You’re My Ever After by NiamJenn1994
13. Luscious blood by Deidei
14. run away home by hattalove
15. Into the wild by Deidei
16. Lights Will Guide You Home by louisxharry1
17. Only You Can Be My Alpha by wubwubnparmaham
18. Fake It Till You Make It by thealmightyavocado
19. Dominus. by SS98
20. you are in love by wildestdreams


My “Read Around the World” project is essentially my wish to read more than just typically published American authors. I want to read books by people from different parts of the world, who have emigrated from other nations, or who have heritage from other countries in the world. Originally, the project was only going to include books in translation, but due to inadequate funds and resources, I’ve opened criteria and focused more on the concept “read more diversely”. While maybe not entirely accurate in name, I’m very excited to start my Read Around the World project, which focuses on 80 recognized UN nations! 

So, without further ado, for anyone with an interest in what I’ll be reading or looking for some recommendations, my list: 

  1.  Afghanistan: The Pearl that Broke it’s Shell by Nadia Hashimi
  2. Algeria: The Lovers of Algeria by Anouar Benmalek
  3. Argentina: Purgatory by Tomás Eloy Martínez
  4. Australia: Cloudstreet by Tim Winton
  5. Austria: The Reluctant Empress by Brigitte Hamann
  6. Bangladesh: A Golden Age by Tahmima Anam
  7. Belarus: A Factory of Tears by Valzhyna Mort
  8. Belgium: The Life of Hunger by Amélie Nothomb
  9. Brazil: Don Casmurro by Machado de Assis
  10. Bulgaria: Bai Ganyo: Incredible Tales of a Modern Bulgarian by Aleko Konstantinov
  11. Cambodia: Never Fall Down by Patricia Cormack
  12. Canada: Lives of Girls and Women by Alice Munro
  13. Chile: The House of Spirits by Isabelle Allende
  14. China: The Kitchen God’s Wife by Amy Tan
  15. Colombia: One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez
  16. Costa Rica: Costa Rica: A Traveler’s Literary Companion by Barbara Ras
  17. Croatia: The Ministry of Pain by Dubravka Ugrešić
  18. Cuba: Before Night Falls: A Memoir by Reinaldo Arenas
  19. Czech Republic: The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
  20. Denmark: The Exception by Christian Jungersen
  21. Dominican Republic: In the Time of Butterflies by Julia Alvarez
  22. Ecuador: The Queen of Water by Laura Resau and María Virginia Farinango
  23. Egypt: The Palace Walk: The Cairo Trilogy by Naguib Mahfouz
  24. Finland: The Year of the Hare by Arto Paasilinna
  25. France: The Confidant by Hélène Grémillon
  26. Georgia: One More Year by Sana Krasikov
  27. Germany: Every Man Dies Alone by Hans Fallada
  28. Ghana: Changes: A Love Story by Ama Ata Aidoo
  29. Greece: Freedom or Death by Nikos Kazantzakis
  30. Haiti: The Farming of Bones by Edwidge Danticat
  31. Hungary: Metropole by Ferenc Karinthy
  32. Iceland: Independent People by Halldór Laxness
  33. India: A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth
  34. Indonesia: The Rainbow Troops by Andrea Hirata
  35. Iran: The Blood of Flowers by Anita Amirrezvani
  36. Iraq: Nostalgia, My Enemy by Saadi Youssef
  37. Ireland: The Secret Scripture by Sebastian Barry
  38. Israel: A Tale of Love and Darkness by Amos Oz
  39. Italy: My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante
  40. Jamaica: The Book of Night Women by Marlon James
  41. Japan: The Street of a Thousand Blossoms by Gail Tsukiyama
  42. Kenya: Petals of Blood by Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o
  43. Latvia: The Earth is Singing by Vaness Curtis
  44. Lebanon: June Rain by Jabbour Douaihy
  45. Lithuania: Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetys
  46. Libya: In the Country of Men by Hisham Matar
  47. Malaysia: The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng
  48. Malta: Death in Malta by Rosanne Dingli
  49. Mexico: Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel
  50. Morocco: Dreams of Trespass: Tales of a Harem Girlhood by Fatema Mernissi
  51. Mozambique: Sleepwalking Land by Mia Couto
  52. Nepal: Arresting God in Kathmandu by Samrat Upadhyay
  53. Netherlands: In Lucia’s Eyes by Arthur Japin
  54. New Zealand: The Bone People by Keri Hulme
  55. Nigeria: Half a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
  56. North Korea: The Girl with Seven Names by Hyeonseo Lee
  57. Norway: A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen
  58. Pakistan: I am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up for Education and was Shot by the Taliban by Malala Yousafzai
  59. Peru: The Time of the Hero by Mario Vargas Llosa
  60. Philippines: Noli Me Tangere by José Rizal
  61. Poland: This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen by Tadeusz Borowski
  62. Portugal: Blindness by José Saramago
  63. Romania: The Land of Green Plums by Herta Muller
  64. Russia: Queen of Spades and Other Stories by Alexander Pushkin
  65. Rwanda: We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow  We Will Be Killed with Our Families by Philip Gourevitch
  66. Saudi Arabia: Cities of Salt by Abdul Raman Munif
  67. Slovakia: The House of the Deaf Man by Peter Krištúfek
  68. South Africa: The Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela
  69. South Korea: Please Look After Mom by Kyung-Sook Shin
  70. Spain: The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
  71. Sri Lanka: Island of a Thousand Mirrors by Nayomi Munaweera
  72. Sweden: The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared by Jonas Jonasson
  73. Switzerland: Small World by Martin Suter
  74. Syria: In Praise of Hatred by Khaled Khalifa
  75. Turkey: The Bastard of Istanbul by Elif Shafak
  76. Uganda: Tropical Fish: Tales from Entebbe by Doreen Baingana
  77. Ukraine: Fieldwork in Ukrainian Sex by Oksana Zabuzhko
  78. Uruguay: Open Veins in Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent by Eduardo Galeano
  79. Vietnam: The Sorrow of War by Bảo Ninh
  80. Zimbabwe: When a Crocodile Eats the Sun by Peter Godwin
Yuri on Ice interview translation - Spoon 2Di 2016/12 (p30-32)

Here we are with the usual(?) last minute translation before the airing of the new episode. This is an interview with Toshiyuki Toyonaga alone that was published on the Dec. 2016 issue of Spoon 2Di. Even though this time he’s interviewed alone, you will find that many things are similar to what was said in other interviews, but all in all it’s a nice summing up of Toyonaga’s opinion on his acting, YOI, Yuuri etc, and it’s a good read. Also, there are still parts that I see here for the first time, so even if you’ve read all the other interviews I posted here you will not find it boring!

I wanted to post another interview from the same magazine too, but as they are quite long it took some time to finish this so I didn’t have time for the other one… I might try to post it tomorrow if I’m not too braindead after episode 11 (*insert laugh*).

Just my opinion, but I love Toyonaga’s realistic (”not-your-typical-anime-voice”) acting he uses for Yuuri, and I really appreciate how much he’s putting into this role. It’s also cute how he actually relates to Yuuri himself. I’m looking forward to reading the interviews from the recently released magazines where they will probably talk about the second half of the series too.

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Toshiyuki Toyonaga (voice of Yuuri Katsuki) interview
Yuuri Katsuki, protagonist of this anime, is vulnerable to pressure, gains weight easily and is possibly the figure skater with the most fragile glass heart in the world. We have invited his voice actor Toshiyuki Toyonaga and have asked him a lot about how he plays Yuuri and what he think is fascinating about him. According to author Mitsurou Kubo-san he is so similar to Yuuri that she called him “real Yuuri”. In what way exactly are Toyonaga-san and Yuuri so similar…? Let’s find out.

—“Yuri on Ice” has finally started airing on TV. Could you tell us your sincere feelings of when you got the role of Yuuri Katsuki?

I’m personally a fan of figure skating, so when my agency told me of this anime about figure skating I was very thrilled. My manager, who loves figure skating more than me, told me “get this role at all costs!” (LOL). You can’t really predict the results of an audition, so that’s not something I could promise, but later on when I was told that Mitsurou Kubo-san watched my audition and thought “Yuuri Katsuki is Toyonaga-san” that made me really happy. Yuuri is an ordinary boy living in the provinces, therefore even if this work is indeed an anime, I challenged myself to act as realistically as I could, and even in the audition I tried to limit the “anime-likeness” as much as possible and tried to pronounce the lines as if it was something I was naturally saying. If this hadn’t matched the style of this anime they probably would have thought that my acting sucks, but luckily that actually turned out to be a good idea. When I was informed that I got the role I was so happy I felt like crying, but my manager was so crazily hyper about it that I didn’t have time to react (LOL). However, when the realization that I got the role sunk in, I also started to feel the pressure because it meant that I would need to act in that realistic style, removing all anime-like elements from my voice as much as possible, for one whole cour. I can only blame myself (LOL)

—Does removing most anime-like elements and act realistically use up a lot of energy?

It’s just my personal opinion, but I feel that when you voice anime images there is a kind of template on which your acting is based, so I decided to just ignore all of that, make the lines mine and act out Yuuri’s role thinking carefully about the background behind each line and the reason why he’s saying it. I’m keeping in mind this kind of realism. It’s not like it’s physically tiring, but sometimes I felt mentally tired. The more I do it the more I get into the character, so to avoid empathizing with him too much and ending up crying (LOL) I’m making sure I don’t lose my balance too much.

—I see! This time Mitsurou Kubo-san created the storyboard for the anime. What did you think the first time you read it?

It was really interesting, as if I was just reading a new manga by Kubo-san, and I couldn’t wait to know what happened next (LOL). The structure of Kubo-san’s manga, the way comical parts and realistic parts are in perfect harmony, made it very easy to read, and I was really curious to see how all that would translate into an anime. I could also feel Kubo-san’s love for figure skating when reading the storyboard, and I felt that we should do our best not to ruin it.

—Did playing the role of protagonist Yuuri Katsuki make you realize something new and interesting about him?

According to the setting he is mentally weak, but he’s still a professional athlete who is competing on an extremely high international level. As “weak” as he may appear, he’s probably mentally stronger than your average person walking down the street. He works really hard, and I think that he also wants to repay all the people of his town Hasetsu for supporting him, so even if he’s timid he is still doing his best. Still, because of his faint-heartedness he ends up withdrawing into himself. That’s something I understand a lot myself, so when I talk about him I really feel like crying (LOL).

—Mitsurou Kubo-san also said at an event that “Toyonaga-san is like a real Yuuri”, and that surely shows how much you get into your role. Did you receive any directions from director Yamamoto or Kubo-san regarding how to play Yuuri?

Thankfully enough Kubo-san seems to be of that opinion, and I guess maybe that’s also the reason why they didn’t really give me directions, they are basically listening to the Yuuri Katsuki that I built up. After listening to my acting usually the director and the sound director Shimizu-san would discuss and ask me to adjust some things if needed.

—I see. Is there anything you think you have in common with Yuuri?

I think that in figure skating, compared to many other sports, the power to express something is considered especially important, so in a way the fact that figure skaters and actors are both “expressing” something makes them similar. Also, I believe many figure skaters have been skating since they were little. I’ve also been acting since I was a child, so I went through sad times, fun times and failures, and I can relate a lot to the feelings Yuuri experiences as he grows up. That’s also why it’s an honor for me to hear that Kubo-san thinks of me as a “real Yuuri”.

—When we interviewed Kubo-san in the last issue she said that theme she chose for Yuuri is “his neat sex appeal is violence”. Do you also pay attention to this when playing him?

“His neat sex appeal is violence”…… It sounds like a maxim (LOL). It’s the first time I hear those exact words, but indeed I was told about the theme being sex appeal. I do think that Yuuri’s sex appeal is not of the dirty kind, and it’s true that “neat” sex appeal can be more fascinating than anything else. I feel that it’s because he’s so artless that he can radiate that kind of sex appeal and make people fall for him.

—What did you find difficult about playing Yuuri?

The fact that the comical parts and serious parts are very fast-paced. I think that’s one of the interesting things about this anime too, but as we record everything in one go, sometimes it’s quite hard to switch between comical and serious and my mind can’t keep up. I basically created different “boxes” inside my head, like the comical box, the serious box, the sarcastic box, and even though they’re of course all Yuuri, it’s like I take out a different Yuuri box depending on the scene I’m playing. Sometimes, when talking with sound director Shimizu, I realize that I picked the wrong box for a scene, and in that case I do some adjustments. It’s difficult, but it’s also fun in a way.

—The anime is still airing, but are there any scenes you especially like among the ones that were already broadcast?

All the landscapes of Hasetsu feel very beautiful and warm. Also, Victor’s ass was nice too (LOL). I like the scenes in the hot springs because they’re amusing, and also, when Mari-neechan looks at Yurio (Yuri Plisetsky) and for a moment pictures a certain Takao from an idol group I was like “who is he!?” (LOL). And the fact that Yuuri’s room was covered in Victor’s posters. There are so many interesting elements scattered all over the place that it’s really hard to choose one. However, as Yuuri, I was very impressed by the scene at the beginning of episode 2 where he realizes “I’m nervous because I’m so happy”. He’s not nervous because he’s puzzled about the situation, but because he’s genuinely happy that Victor is becoming his coach. When I saw him like that I too couldn’t help feeling happy for him. I also like the scene where Yuuri and Yurio are doing basic training together…… I could keep listing scenes forever (LOL). Every episode is so dense that sometimes you wonder whether this is really a 30 minutes anime.

—But it progresses with a very good pace, which makes it easy to watch.

Exactly! What is really amazing is that the amount of information doesn’t feel like a pain, it’s made in a way that viewers can follow what’s happening easily. I also love the scene where in episode 3 “Onsen on ICE”, the night before the actual match, Yuuri goes to Minako-sensei’s house and asks her to teach him because he wants to change the way he is going to perform Eros. Yuuri usually gets depressed when he is worried about something, so I think in this occasion it’s because of Victor’s influence that he actually decided to actively do something about it. It’s really nice to see how Yuuri gradually develops a more positive attitude thanks to the stimuli he receives from Victor.

—Are there any other characters that you like or that you are curious about beside your role?

I like the 3 sisters of the Nishigoori family, I think Yuuko-san is cute too, and in general all the people in Hasetsu are just so warm and lovely that I like them all. I also like Georgi Popovich, who is played by Wataru Hatano-san and is going to show up in the next episodes (LOL). I can’t speak in detail because he hasn’t appeared in the anime yet, but I will just say that I like the “atmosphere” that he creates. I hope that you will understand what I mean when you see him!

—It’s a character to keep an eye on! What are your impressions of the other main characters Victor and Yuri?

Victor is so active that he decided to fly to Japan right away after watching Yuuri’s skating video, and a normal person would say that it’s impossible to understand what he’s thinking. The things he says also sound a little aloof, he’s the kind of character that makes you think “ordinary people cannot understand a genius”. However, Victor is also a skater who basically decided to give up his life as an athlete to go to Yuuri’s place, so I believe that deep down he is probably thinking a lot. I also think, though, that Victor himself doesn’t consider it something so serious and that it’s his way of enjoying life. It’s people like him that become stars.

—What about Yuri?

Yurio also has the nature of a star, though a bit different than Victor’s. He is called “Russian yankee” and he’s kind of rude, but I also believe that sharp side of him is actually important in the world of expression. People who stick to their beliefs and values naturally attract other people, and his sharp side, beside being partly caused by the fact that he’s still young, has been shown to be important at times. His temper isn’t just selfishness, because for example in episode 3, when he loses to Yuuri, he says “this time I lost, but the next time I’ll win”, so I feel that he understands that acknowledging defeat is a way to become stronger.

—What do you think about the way Victor and Yuri’s voice actors, Junichi Suwabe-san and Kouki Uchiyama-san, play their characters?

I heard that in the beginning Suwabe-san had trouble grasping the character, but after talking with director Yamamoto and Kubo-san he was able to understand him. I think that he’s really amazing, because when I’m in front of the mike voicing Yuuri I forget that the one standing next to me is Suwabe-san and I have the feeling that Victor is right there and I’m talking to him……! Ucchi (Uchiyama-san) is very good at changing his own acting after listening to other people’s. For example, regarding the Yuuri I built up, I think that inside his mind he was probably like “he’s playing Yuuri that way, so I’ll play my Yuri in this other way”, and he’s doing all this without even needing to discuss with me. He’s really good.

—The other day I was present at the talk show of the anime preview screening and I could feel the love that members of the cast and staff have for this anime. What do you think about the atmosphere of the recording studio?

It takes a very long time to record “Yuri on Ice”, but that also shows how much everyone is serious about it, and I have the impression that we are all searching for a way to make it as good as possible. Everyone is really kind and I have fun talking to them, but they’re also very serious people that know how to do their jobs, so I feel it’s a very balanced atmosphere. Also, recently I often do recordings with people who are younger than me, which of course is a good thing because it stimulates me, but since I still consider myself a “developing actor”, if I don’t get many occasions to do recordings with people who have much more experience than me I get a little frustrated because I also want to learn more and to watch other people’s acting to use as a reference (LOL). Therefore I’m very grateful to this anime because it gave me a chance to do recording with many voice actors who are older and more experienced than me, which I think is really important for myself too.

—Thank you very much! Please leave a message for the readers who are looking forward to the next episodes.

So far the story has been centered mainly around Yuuri, Victor and Yurio, but from now on many skaters from other countries are going to appear and we will also see how Yuuri interacts with them. I think that when you start seeing many different kinds of relationships you also get a wider view of the world, so I hope you’ll enjoy the “internationality” of the story. I also personally think that it would be nice to see the cultural differences between the characters, therefore I’m playing Yuuri in a flat way to give the feeling that he’s somewhat of a late bloomer, which I think is very Japanese. It would be interesting if the different ways everyone voices their characters could somewhat connect to cultural differences, so that’s also something I would keep an eye on. By the way, as the Grand Prix Series is starting in the real world too, it’s a nice occasion to enjoy both the real and fictional versions at the same time. When I’m not playing Yuuri I’m also following the real Grand Prix Series like you, so I hope we can spice up the world of figure skating together! I will do what little I can do to help, please keep on cheering!

one of the best things about natsume yuujinchou is there is no romance. instead it’s about an abused and neglected kid making friends and being accepted by his new foster family and befriending and understanding something that previously terrified him. such a good concept. and there’s a talking cat. i love natsume yuujinchou so much

Right (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Word Count: 3076 (YES. BE PROUD OF ME. I know this is normal length for most authors, but it’s long for me. So just deal.)

Genre: Fluff

Request/Summary: “54 please with Daveed Diggs x reader where the reader is the hairdresser/makeup artist for the Hamilton cast and they start talking” -Anon

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: None, I think (:

A/N- This a/n’s a long one, sorry. Okay. So I know I said this is hella long, but really it’s a really tiny baby compared to 

The Greatest Gift (9279 words) by my friend @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky

To name one and there are so many more that are amazing that are like twice as long as this. It’s really good, you should read it. All of Ell’s fics are great. You should read them. And another thing (mista age of enlightenment).  @nerdalicious24 asked me to let them know when I finished, so I figured I’d just tag them. That’s it! Enjoy all!

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit


“We haven’t talked much.” You jumped at a new voice and undid Lin’s ponytail as Daveed entered.

“Because you refuse to let me touch those curls of yours.” You responded coldly. “Sorry Lin, that one didn’t make the cut.”

“Jesus (Y/N), it doesn’t have to be perfect, I can do my own hair faster than this.” Lin groaned.

“Yeah.” Daveed said. “I can do my own hair.”

“But…” You started. “The curls!” You shifted, staring longingly at Daveed’s hair as you spritzed Lin’s new ponytail with water, running a comb through it. As a hairdresser, it wasn’t hard to notice when someone had great hair. And Daveed… had great hair.

“You’re good Lin, go kick some redcoat ass.” You said, patting Lin’s shoulder as you finished his ponytail.

“Thanks.” He grumbled, standing up.

“You don’t sound very appreciative.” You called after him as he walked out of the room.

“You know I love you!” He responded from the hallway. Daveed combed his fingers through his hair and brought it up into a ponytail, taunting you with a smirk on his face. You stuck your tongue out at him childishly before walking off to find Renee.


“Your favorite color is yellow?!” You asked in disbelief as you situated Jonathan’s wig.

“What’s wrong with yellow?” Diggs asked.

“It’s so… bright.” You said.

“Yeah…” Daveed dragged out the word, prompting for you to come up with another reason.

“Yellow’s not a bad color.” Jonathan piped up.

“You’re not a part of this Groff.” You shushed him.

“Your songs and stuff are so… dark.” You told Daveed. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed across his chest.

“You listen to my other stuff?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I mean, it’s not bad. I’d say it’s worth an occasional listen. When there’s nothing else.” You shrugged.

“When there’s nothing else?” He questioned with a low chuckle.

“When there’s nothing else.” You repeated, raising your shoulders again. “Anyway. That’s not what we’re talking about. We’re talking about your strange affinity for the color yellow.” You said.

“Strange affinity?” He asked incredulously. “I don’t have a strange affinity for it, it’s just my favorite.”

“Yellow, huh?” You asked.

“Yellow.” He nodded. You shook your head in disbelief. Yellow.


You ran your hands over Lin’s ponytail, smoothing it out as you let your mind wander. Mid-thought, your eyes caught on Daveed through the open doorway. You let your gaze stay there, watching as he laughed at a joke Oak had made. You smiled as his familiar laugh made it’s way to your ears. You had to admit, you could stare at that man for ages, he was anything but unattractive.

“Don’t you think you’ve messed with my ponytail enough?” Lin asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“What? Uhh… yeah.” You shook your head, letting your hands drop to your sides. Lin stood up and grinned at you.

“What?” You asked suspiciously.

“‘What’ what?” Lin replied nonchalantly.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” You pushed for an answer. Lin just kept smiling. “What are you doing?” You tried again.

“Have you told him you like him?” He asked. You blushed, you knew who he was talking about but asked him who anyway.

“Seriously?” He raised his eyebrows. “You know who.”

“Not a clue.” You shrugged, shaking your head.

“Diggs! You like Diggs!” He finally said.

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t!”

“You do!”

“I don’t!”

“(Y/N) likes Da-” He began singing loudly before you slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Shhh!” You scolded. “Shut up!”

“I’ll shut up if you admit that you like him.” He bargained, his words muffled beneath your hand.

“Okay fine. I like him. But how could I not. He’s the sexiest man on broadway.” You answered rolling your eyes and letting your hand drop from Lin’s face.

“Who’s the sexiest man on broadway?” The very subject of your conversation asked, poking his through the doorway.

“You.” Lin answered.

“No one! Go away!” You responded at the same time, making sure your voice  was heard over Lin’s.

“Okay.” Daveed held up his hands in surrender, backing away. You covered your flushed face with your hands.

“I hate you.” You told Lin from behind your palms.

“You’re the sexiest person on broadway!” You heard Daveed call from down the hall.

“On not on broadway!” You yelled back.

“You’re still the sexiest!” He responded before disappearing behind a door.


“Happy holidays!” You grinned, running up and shoving a box wrapped in blue and white striped wrapping paper into Daveed’s hand.

“What? Oh. Thanks.” He responded, smiling sheepishly at the box in his hand, “C’mon. I got something for you too.” He took your hand, causing an electricity to jolt up your arm and course through your body. He began dragging you to his dressing room before you could even react to the contact. He flipped on the light and pushed a chair aside, reaching under the couch.

“Under the couch?” You asked incredulously, raising your eyebrows.

“Yes. I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t see it.” He explained.

“Why would I be in your dressing room anyway?” You asked.

“Reasons.” He shrugged, handing you the small square shaped package.

“Open it!” He demanded excitedly.

“You have to open yours first.” You countered. He sighed and tore the wrapping paper away from the box.

“Ooh. Vanilla oat granola clusters.” He raised his eyebrows and grinned, clearly faking being impressed. I held up the cereal box you’d used to package what was inside.

“It’s inside.” You giggled. He opened the box and pulled out the yellow fabric that was shoved inside. He chuckled as he unfurled the t-shirt from its haphazard folds.

“A yellow Oakland t-shirt. You know me so well.” He chuckled bringing you into his arms. You could die right there, right then, leaning into his chest and you’d be happy as hell.

“Now open yours!” He urged, letting go of you. You still felt dizzy from the warmth of him surrounding you. You stared down at the package in your hands before tearing through the wrapping paper. In your hands was a clipping. CD entitled ‘CLPPNG’, not one to lie unless you really needed to, you looked up at him,

“You know I already have this digitally, right?” You asked.

“Yes but the CD is cooler.” He insisted childishly.

“Well thanks.” You laughed.

“Open it up!” He pushed, gesturing hurriedly for you to open the CD case. You pried it open and looked inside. The CD was there sure, but so was a plastic card. You examined it,

“Aw fifty bucks! Diggs, I’m not even sure you can afford this!” You told him excitedly, staring at the fifty dollar Barnes & Noble gift card he’d placed inside with the CD.

“You’re right. I am very broke.” He nodded with a laugh. “But fifty dollars isn’t that much.”

“You like?” He asked.

“I love!” You responded immediately. He pulled you into another hug and you felt like you’d floated out of your body and went straight up to heaven in his warm embrace.

“Now we have to go to the bookstore!” You told him enthusiastically with your face still buried in his shirt.

“It looks like I made a good choice.” Daveed said, watching you examine the spines of books in the fantasy section. You pulled one out and read the back.

“Yes. Yes you did.” You smiled, placing the book under your arm.

“How did you buy your own CD?” You asked, the question occurring to you only seconds before you voiced it.

“What do you mean? I found it in the CD section and paid with cash.” He shrugged.

“But it was your CD.” You said.

“I think the checkout girl vaguely knew it was mine. She was a little confused.” He chuckled.

“Coffee?” You suggested, putting another book under your arm and mentally adding up the prices. He nodded and followed you to the Starbucks inside of your local Barnes & Noble. After sitting down at a table for two with your coffees, you made small talk, listening to the music that was playing quietly through speakers you couldn’t see. That is, until the song changed. Your face lit up as the familiar opening filled your ears (insp.). Daveed hid his face with his hands, as if knowing what you planned to do next.

“Showtime!” You called in response to the previous line that was rapped through the speakers, cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify your voice. Whoever was controlling the music raised its volume as they noticed your actions.

“Ey, oui, oui, mon ami je m’apelle Lafayette!” You belted, giggling as you rapped with your best impression of a french accent, which was better than Daveed’s to be honest. “The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!” You continued, resting your elbow on the table and flexing your bicep. “I came from afar just to say bonsoir, tell the king casse-toi!” You flipped off the wall next to you as if it was ‘the king’.

“Shh!” Daveed hissed through his own laughter. “You’re attracting the fangirls!”

“Who’s the best? C’est moi!” You finished anyway. The song continued to play through and you came in at Lafayette’s other parts. Your ridiculous additions to the choreography of the song caused a small group of hamilfans to surround you. Lafayette’s rap in ‘My Shot’ drew nearer and you turned to Daveed.

“The cafe has it’s eyyeees ooonnn yoooouuuuu!” You sang to him. He rolled his eyes but quickly stood up, placing his foot on the chair he was sitting in previously.

“I dream of life without the monarchy, the unrest in France will lead to onarchy- onarchy- how you say?” He winked at you as he continued his part with a grin. “Oh! Anarchy! When I fight I make the other side panicky with my shot!” He sat down and laughed with you as the song continued. Daveed was approached by a few fans before you could finish your conversation.

“Okay that was fun.” Diggs admitted after talking to a teenage girl who’d said her name was Nikki and giving her a hug, she couldn’t stop smiling, they took a selfie and she walked off.

“It was, wasn’t it?” You grinned.

“To be honest, I think you’re a better Lafayette then I am.” He said.

“I try.” You shrugged.


“Guess what Diggs!” You sang, approaching his dressing room.

“What?” He questioned from inside.

“Today,” You stuck your head into the doorway but immediately grew silent when you saw him. You felt your entire face burn red as you struggled to finish his sentence while maintaining eye contact with him. “T-t-today i-is your b-birthday.” You sputtered finally. You felt like each of your insides were exploding one by one at the sight of his bare chest, everything you had planned to say to him had slipped your mind as you gawked at his extremely toned six pack.

“You okay?” He snickered, slipping on the yellow t-shirt you had given to him in December.

“Mm hmm.” You responded, lying entirely. You still felt the heat on your cheeks, there was no forgetting that. Walking in on Daveed completely shirtless had to have been a dream. You blinked hard, positive you would wake up with the action. You didn’t.

“You sure?” He chuckled, noting your extended silence.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “We gotta do something!”

“What kinda somethin’ darling?” He winked and smirked.

“A something for your birthday!” You clarified, as if it was obvious. His face fell as yet another attempt at flirting flew right over your head. “C’mon!” You waved for him to follow you.

“I love your smile.” He nudged you, his voice low and, let’s be honest, extremely sexy. You blushed and looked up at him uneasily. Shit Diggs. Quit leading me on. You wanted to scream your thoughts at him.

“Where are you going?” Jazzy asked, walking up next to you before you could reply to daveed’s compliment.

“I’m taking Diggs somewhere for his birthday.” You stated.

“Ooh! Can I come?” She asked excitedly.

“No!” Lin said, pulling her away from you.

“Why?” She queried, her brow furrowed. You pulled Daveed along before he could hear Lin’s answer.

“Why is everyone here so early?” You grumbled to yourself.

“C’Mon!” You urged, beckoning for Diggs to follow you.

“Why do I get the sense that this little field trip is more for you than it is for me?” He laughed, weaving around a group of school children to catch up to you.

“Look.” You breathed, coming to a stop in front of a large circular tank that reached the ceiling.

“Wow.” He commented, setting his chin on top of your head. “I’m hungry.” He informed as you watched the fish glide through the tank in front of you.

“That sucks.” You deadpanned absently. “This is my favorite place here.” You told him.

“How often do you go to the aquarium?” He questioned incredulously, staring at your reflection in the glass ahead of you. You felt his arms go around your waist and pull you into his chest, QUIT (clapping emoji) LEADING (clapping emoji) ME (clapping emoji) ON (clapping emoji) you thought at him before gaining just enough clarity in your brain to answer.

“Often.” You said simply.

“Let’s get food!” He whined, letting go of your waist to tug on your wrist. You took one last glance at the fish before letting him drag you to the aquarium’s (ridiculously expensive) restaurant.

“Something feels wrong about eating clam chowder here.” You commented taking a spoonful of your soup after finding a table at ‘the Seaside Cafe’ with Daveed.

“You chose to eat it.” He chuckled.

“There wasn’t anything else that looked good!” You defended, eyeing his salad as though it would attack you at any minute.

“Don’t give it that look! It never did anything to you!” Diggs joked, noticing your wary gaze toward his meal.

“So how’s your day been? Have I successfully made you happy on your birthday?” You asked.

“You make me happy everyday.” He smiled.

“That’s what friends are for.” You beamed. Daveed began to groan frustratedly but covered up the action with a fit of faux coughs. What the hell was keeping you from catching on?

“You okay?” You asked, furrowing your brow and cocking your head.

“Mmhmm.” He nodded.

“Best birthday ever. I haven’t been to the aquarium in ages.” Daveed laughed as you arrived back at his dressing room.

“I’m glad you enjoyed.” You let a small smile curve your lips. You just stared at each other for a few seconds. As if on auto-pilot, you stepped toward him. Only inches away now. You felt his hand slide into yours, your fingers intertwining. It felt right. There was no other way to explain it. It just felt right to be so close. It felt right to have have his hand in yours. It just felt right. His eyes left yours for just a moment to drop to your lips.

You caught movement out of the corner of your eye and instinctively turned your head to see Lin dancing excitedly down the hall at the sight of you before quickly hiding behind a door as you saw him. Reality crashed down on you and you quickly released Daveed’s hand, jumping backward, away from him.

“I’m glad you enjoyed.” You repeated, the nerves causing your voice to be far too high pitched. You began to walk away but he caught your wrist and pulled you back, bringing his arms around you. You melted into his chest and pulled him into your arms in return.

“Thank you.” He whispered into your ear. Before you could think about it, you turned your head and pressed a kiss to his scruff.

“Anytime.” You grinned, stepping out of his arms and skipping down the hall.


“Ugh. Again?” Lin groaned.

“I’m sorry. It’s just not right.” You shrugged.

“You have a problem.” He shook his head.

“Oy! Don’t move, I’ll have to do it again.” You scolded. “And what’s my problem?”

“You’re a perfectionist.” Daveed told you, entering the room.

“And what’s wrong with that?” You asked, mildly offended.

“A lot.” They answered simultaneously.

“I feel so unloved.” You joked.

“Aww c’mon, there are plenty of people that love you.” Diggs argued.

“Yeah? Name one.” You challenged, amused. Daveed thought for a moment before taking a shaky breath. He seemed almost nervous. Daveed Diggs nervous, you never thought you’d live to see the day.

“Me.” He finally said. You promptly dropped the comb in your hands as Lin gasped dramatically from the chair beneath you. The tool clattered against the floor, inciting a deafening silence.

“Y-You know, we can forget I said that.” Daveed stuttered, ending the stillness in the air.

“Diggs-” You began.

“No, we’ve been friends for a while now. It was way weird of me to say that.” He rambled on.

“Davee-” You tried again.

“It’s just that. I kind of. Well. I do. But we’re friends.” He shook his head.

“Listen to them.” Lin finally shut him up. “You talk too fast for your own good Diggs.”

“I think…” You trailed of, your confliction clearly showing on your face. Now was the time. But somehow you still felt that rejection was to come. “I think I love you too.” He grinned at you as the words left your mouth. You walked briskly over to him and brought your arm around his neck, bringing your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss. God, you didn’t even know how long you’d wanted that. But while you were at it… You buried your fingers in his curly tresses.

“Wait are you just kissing me so that you can touch my hair?” He raised his eyebrows after pulling away.

“…No.” You replied hesitantly.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve been trying to flirt with you.” He told you, chuckling at your previous answer.

“What?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Everything I said flew right over your head. It was extremely frustrating.” He told you.

“Nothing flies over my head.” You whispered. Taking the lapels of his Lafayette jacket in your hands and bringing your face close to his, your noses touching. “I catch it first.”

“You think you’re funny.” He chuckled, his lips grazing yours with the words.

“I do.” You grinned, pressing your lips to his. Damn. Now that felt right.

Hormones? Newt Scamander x Pregnant!Reader

Originally posted by elenarinya

Pairing: Newt x Pregnant!Reader

Request: Please can you write a newt imagine for a pregnant reader. Maybe if she was upset over a small thing and then he like had to comfort her or something :) That would be awesome please 

Wordcount: I have no idea, but not long

I totally did not proof read this as it was the second time i have had to write this and I just can’t be asked

Warnings: None hopefully :)

I also apologise for the delay as this was supposed to be finished a few hours ago, but oh well

Newt woke to a cold and empty bed. A little startled, he sat upright, pushing himself up with the palms of his hands and glancing around the room for any sign if you. Finding none, he reached across to feel your side of the bed. It was still warm. He guessed that you couldn’t have been gone any longer than ten minutes. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up and immediately began searching for you.

You couldn’t have gone far, but as both your fiancé and the father of your unborn child, he felt it necessary to find you as quickly as possible. It wasn’t uncommon that in the middle of the night, when you couldn’t get comfortable, you would kiss him awake and ask him to join you on a leisurely stroll around the inside of his suitcase, to which he of course never once turned down. He smiled at the memories of the two of you walking hand-in-hand as he explained all the little details of each of his fantastic beasts. He had been searching for you for a few minutes now and with no sign of you have began to worry. His strides lengthened and his pace quickened. He then called for you, “Y/N Darling where are you?” he tried once more “Where are you love?” with each call, a new sense of urgency crept into his voice. He broke into a light jog and continued calling out for you until he heard it. A faint sob.

He immediately stilled, almost tripping over himself. He listened closely. There it was again, that quiet sobbing. It broke his heart to know that you were crying, but at least he had found you. Having located your whereabouts, he wanted to kick himself for not thinking if it sooner. After all, you had always had a particular love for the Demiguise.

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a night reimagined

Summary:  After getting stood up by his blind date, Phil decides to give up on the endless chase for romance. That is, until he encounters a crying boy on the bus ride home. Somehow, they end up spending the night together.

Word Count: 11.5k

Genre: fluff, v. mild hurt/comfort

a/n: hey i wrote smth and actually finished it wtf! anyways dedicated to @glitterdan ily buddy and @jilliancares ty for being dope <3

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From the very beginning, Phil knew that going on a blind date wouldn’t be the best way to spend his last night in London. Unfortunately, Phil also knew that he’d never been very good at saying no to his friends.

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Caffeine Challenge #6

Whoo, good job everyone! That was a fun challenge :) You can read all past challenges and today’s HERE on this doc! It also has other’s who participated.

Here’s also mine below!

[END TIME lol I actually finished a contained short story for once!]

You sign the contract in crayon and pray that you haven’t already made a mess of things. The demon in front of you doesn’t see anything amiss, doesn’t question your choice of writing implements, doesn’t do anything but what she’s been doing for the past hour; smiling.

“There we go,” she coos and pets your hair like a mother would. “Easy, easy and so much time life, darling. You made a good deal.”

“…Thanks,” you say, trying not to lean into her touch. It’s been weeks since anyone but a nurse has touched you, even longer since anyone has touched you with something approaching the amount of affection this demon is showing you.

It’s a lie, you think, staring down at your hands. They’re thin and brushed with purple and blue, your skin nearly translucent under the weight of your medications. Your fingers knot in your flimsy hospital gown.

“Take care, kid,” the demon says and brings the contract to her lips. She kisses the crackling paper and smiles wickedly at you. “I’ll be seeing you soon enough.”

She disappears in smoke and fire, a vortex of light and sound in the sterile hospital room that sends all the machines hooked up to you shrieking. She takes with her the sense of peace she’d brought, probably something artificial too.

You sigh and begin to pull the IVs and patches from your body.

“Stop!” Nurse Blanchett rushes into your room, eyes wide. She’s wearing pastel pink scrubs today, the brightest color in the hospital. She grabs your wrist as you go for the heart monitor, pinning it to your side. “Lavina, you can’t pull the–”

She breaks off as, slowly, you lift your arms, forcing hers up. You’re strong, so much stronger than her, and she loses the concern in her eyes to fear.

“I’m checking out,” you say and she lets go, stepping back from you. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet still thin, still sickly, but filled with so much strength that your knees don’t buckle when you stand. “Goodbye, Nurse Blanchett.”

You don’t have any normal clothes at the hospital, but that’s fine. You need to go shopping before your final destination anyway.

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They had just enough strength to find their way into each other’s arms before their souls were torn away.

I finished the Wrath!Roy fan fic recently, and honestly it ripped out all of my emotions. It’s so good, and if you  haven’t read it, I highly recommend it. BUT OF COURSE I HAD TO DRAW OUT MY FAVORITE SCENE, WHEN FATHER CONSUMED ALL OF AMESTRIS

Peeping Stiles--Complete

Sooooo about 3 years ago I wrote THIS ficlet and I had enough response to it that I decided to continue it. But then I ended up writing myself into a hole and got stuck. So the last chapter sat in my drafts for 3 years and I wrote other things instead. WELL I’m happy to say I FINALLY finished it thanks to some brainstorming help of my writing friends and it is now posted and complete!!!

The latest chapter is Chapter 5, but I’m sure you’ll have to start from the beginning since it’s been so long, so… Read on AO3


Stiles doesn’t mean to go out there, isn’t even sure why he thought it was such a good idea to go into the preserve alone, especially so close to the Hale house. There’s literally no reason for him to be there other than the fact that he can’t help himself, that he’s so drawn to Derek and wants him so badly it hurts, like if he can’t see him, even if it’s only a glimpse, every day he might die.

Maybe he realizes that’s a bit dramatic, but it’s how he feels and he’s tried so hard to ignore it, to press on, to act as if he still hates Derek, finds him annoying and frustrating enough to suggest killing him to others, but none of it is true. Every time he has to act flippant or non-chalant in regards to Derek he feels a pang of guilt, hopes to god the werewolves around him don’t hear the tick of a lie in his heart every time he says he hates Derek. No one’s ever said anything (because no one knows this crush infatuation obsession he has over Derek, not even Derek, and god he thinks he would die if Derek did find out).

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bekstie  asked:

Hey, Kayla! I just read The Stranger a couple days ago (because of your recommendation), and I was wondering if you had any other book recommendations? Thanks in advance <3

Yesss! I loved The Stranger soso much. It kind of destroyed me for a little bit but it was excellent. 

Quiet by Susan Cain is all about introverts and it was great. It’s non-fiction and kind of long so that might appeal to a lot of people, but it was fascinating. It explained a lot of things about myself that I hadn’t noticed before.

I also just finished reading The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. It’s a play so it’s a little bit different from most of the other stuff I’ve been reading, but it was so good. It’s also a pretty quick read. It’s the same author as A Streetcar Named Desire (which you’ve probably heard of). I strongly recommend both.

And it wouldn’t be a book recommendation without me yelling about how good the entire Mortal Instruments (and Infernal Devices) books are. Read them. Please.

Not So Simple (Part One)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader


“There would need to be rules,” you finally said. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Do we need to have a cabinet meeting to determine the proceedings of our booty calls?”

(AKA the friends with benefits fic that literally no one asked for)

Note: I wrote this instead of studying for finals. so i totally meant to write a one shot with this premise but it’s gonna take a few chapters to make this happen apparently because i’m gaRBAGE.

ALSO: shoutout to @letsgiggletogether for being the literal best and for reading through this for me oh my goodness go follow her right now immediately and join my fan club

Word Count: 2,141


PS. who wants to tally the number of times I’ve written fuck into this?

You were never drinking again.

It was the first thing you decided that morning, before you even opened your eyes. You and alcohol? Done. Finished. No more.

You cracked your eyelids open slightly and immediately regretted it, opting instead to shut them as tight as you could and audibly groan into your pillow. Although you could barely remember the night before, you sure were pissed with past you (I can’t believe I let those idiots get me drunk again).

You stayed there, trying to push away thoughts of vomiting for a few minutes before you were startled by movement on the other side of your mattress. Your eyes shot open, staring at the wall of your bedroom, trying to wrack your brain for a reason there would be another person in your bed. It was only then that you realized you were naked. (You were not at peak intelligence this morning by any means.)

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Family Dinner
  • Uncle: So, what you gonna do on vacation?
  • Me: Mhn, i don't know... maybe read angst fanfics and then cry like a baby, suffer for updates of my ships,
  • spend the night awake reading fanfics with 60+ chapters, read a good lemon with very sadomasochism and begin to write a fanfic with my otp which I'll never finish.
  • Uncle: ...
  • Dad: ...
  • Grandma: ...
  • Brother: ...
  • Me: 'drink the juice' Oh, maybe sleep a lot too.

womp after lettin my hand rest i decided to draw some superman of china cuz it just finished it first arc, go read it its p good lads

SMH as things I’ve done

Jack: Read a gritty nonfiction about war at age 6, proceeded to recount all the nasty parts of battle at the dinner table with great enthusiasm.

Bitty: Made 2,000 cupcakes in 2.5 hours and then passed out from exhaustion after the last cupcake was finished and decorated to my standards.

Shitty: Went up to a friend of a friend in only my underwear and went on a rant about the patriarchy because he was being ignorant. 

Lardo: Was high, sat on my best friend’s lap and colored all over his face, declared it art, then paraded him around town for an hour.

Ransom: Got a B on a quiz, called my mom and told her I was dropping out of school because I was too ashamed to go on.

 Holster: Called the new kid in one of my classes ‘bro’ and 'dude’ over 48 times in one day without realizing it (someone had tallied)

Nursey: Tripped while trying to use the stairs during a fancy dinner party my parents were holding, landed stomach first on the banister, rode it all the way down the the staircase, hopped off onto the foyer floor and did a curtsy.

Dex: Stayed up until 4 am working on a coding project for my comp. sci class, accidentally fell asleep, woke up with my head on the keyboard and everything erased.

Chowder: Was so elated that my friends finally got together I ended up crying out of happiness for 2 hours straight.

Tango: Asked so many questions in the first week of my 10th grade Gen Psych class that we had to make a rule that I needed to write all the questions on a spare paper and turn them in at the end to stop disrupting the class every five minutes.

Whiskey: Had a sour look on my face because I was trying to figure something out in my head that 3 people didn’t want to approach me and asked my friend to get my attention instead.

Bonus! Kent: Put on an outfit that costed probably over 4k all together but instead of going out I sprayed 3 cans of whipped cream into my mouth, watched the National Pet Show, and cried about the incredibly fluffy cats.


Hello hello! 

I’m going to pick up translating this comic for those that really want to look into Angel of Slaughter. I work a lot and I do other things with life so some pages may take some more time to get finished, but I will do my best!

Please note: I am translating this from KOREAN. I cannot read Japanese, so it will depend entirely on the Korean translation time for me to bring it to you in English, but there is plenty so we should be fine for a good while. 

Hello my loves! so I’ve been asked a few times how to stay productive when you don’t have deadlines or even when attending summer school, so I’ve thought of all the things that worked for me and could help you! ♥

Keep a Regular Schedule: 
This will help you have a fixed time when to study. Put aside time that works for you (morning or afternoon) to do your homework, read, etc. 

Get things done:
If you are already done with homework in the morning, you’ll be able to hang out with friends, go to the pool, mall or wherever!

Stay flexible:
This might not work for everybody, but I’ve noticed that being able to hold off or postpone going out (or maybe even your study time) can help you feel in control and avoid the sensation of being grounded because of schoolwork.

Keep goals:
I think it’s very good to have tangible goals like read 30 minutes, study for 1hr each day or finish the paper by weekend. This is because no matter what the outcome is, you focus on your effort and discipline.

Reward Yourself:
Give yourself the chance to relax and allow some time for fun activities. If you stick to your schedule for a week, treat yourself to an ice cream or spa day or whatever you want!

Talk to your classmates:  The students in your class have the same schedule as you do, so you can talk to them about any difficulties in class. It’s also a good idea to have study sessions or just hang out together because of your similar schedules.

Remember your reasons:
Why are you doing this? Why are you in summer classes? It may be because you want to graduate early, need to catch up on credits, or you need some extra knowledge. whatever it is, it’ll help you so much just thinking about that.

Don’t be too hard on yourself:
Be smart when planning your summer courses. Know yourself and your limits because what  you thought would be a great idea could make you ill or tired beyond what you can handle.

I hope this helps you, and remember to remember your goals but also have time to relax. You’ll see it’ll be worth it in the end. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate on messaging me. 

Love, Yumi 🌷