I’d go on instagram hours at a time. What was helpful was to delete all of my social media apps and any apps in general that would distract me. So if I wanted to go on instagram or snapchat, I’d have to load the website and sign in or download the app again, which I’m too lazy and impatient to do.
2. Delete your bookmarks
I’m always using my laptop to study, to review quizzes, watch crashcourse and look up notes/ facts. To stop myself from going onto twitter or facebook, I log off and remove them from my bookmark list. This is essentially the same as my first point. Going onto social media has become so automatic that sometimes I just unconsciously click on them. After making it harder for me to access them, I don’t go onto them as often.
3. Caffeine: green tea
I fall asleep easily when I’m studying, so I drink green tea. I used to drink coffee but I’d crash really hard. Lattes makes me feel heavy from all the milk and espresso shots are too “short”? When I’m drinking green tea I’d just be sipping on it constantly over a few hours. You don’t really feel the caffeine as much and I’ve never had a problem staying awake.
4. Count down the days/ hours
You know how sometimes you don’t feel the stress, even when you know your exam is just around the corner. So I’d open up my calendar and count the number of days or hours I have left. I’d look at the numbers and start to realize I’m fcked, then I panic and start studying :)
I tried and therefore no one should criticize me; had another go at photoshop painting with a bunch of new brushes while I was out, this is a bit rough but…
one Mr. In-Rescue-Mode, Slightly Worn Down, Thunderbird-Five-I-swear-the-explosions-weren’t-my-fault Scott Tracy?
Fun fact: when I have writer’s block I write random shit for the ships I adore. If you would like to see more, I have a masterlist you can look at, wither way I hope you enjoy this!
Dorian trudged up the steep hill, the mud so
deep and thick that it fell into his calf high boots and drowned his feet. He
may as well abandon his shoes at this point, they were certainly doing him no
good. He wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead, his whole body
overwhelmingly hot despite the cold winds, and pushed his legs harder. His
strength was wavering, but he had to make it back to her.
He let the stars guide and distract him,
pinpointing specific constellations that reminded him so much of home that he
forgot where he really was. He saw Mala’s Trail and thought of when as boys, he
and Chaol would hide from their tutors in tall trees and throw acorns at nobles
as passed under. He gazed at Annieth’s Sword and Belt and remembered the night
he had kissed Celaena – no, Aelin – under the cover of darkness. He peered at the
Circle of Seven, and thought of Sorscha and how she would gently rap his wounds
with her delicate fingers. He looked for the Crown, but stopped. He wasn’t
ready to think about the fate of his mother Georgina or his brother Hollin.
Lastly, as he came to bridge of the hill, he saw the twinkling stars that made
up the Wings of the Wyvern. As a young boy, his father had let him sit in his
lap and would tell him many a story about the creature on their crest.
But his father was dead now, and seeing the
lights that outlined the shape of monstrous wings in the sky made him think of
something else entirely.
“Can you hurry up?” Asterin snorted as she came
to meet him at the top of the hill. She was in just as filthy a state as he
was, and he was glad he wasn’t the only one covered in dirt and Gods know what
else. Asterin, however, had not been given the task to collect foods and test
out magic while she did so, so she was still far livelier than he was.
“I’ll take your advice under consideration.”
Asterin rolled her eyes and held out her hands
to one of the menschen sacks he was holding. “It would be best for you to put
your charm to use, she’s awfully testy at the moment. The scratch on Abraxos’
hide has yet to heal.”
Dorian furrowed his eyebrows in concern, not
for Abraxos who he knew would be perfectly fine, but for the Queen who would
run herself into the ground without a second thought if it meant protecting the
ones she loves.
Dorian didn’t reply, just continued his hike to
the Thirteen’s camp.
All the women were there, snuggled in close to
their Wyverns to keep warm. They had risked a small fire, the stormy grey
clouds and searing winds covering any hint of smoke, but it was still freezing.
Dorian’s bones were aching from every effort to move, even if the full force of
the storm upon them hadn’t hit him yet. He wished he knew how to control his
magic so he might warm them all up, but he wasn’t Aelin or her fae prince.
Anyone could spot Manon. Her white hair was loose
and she was pacing back and forth furiously. She was muttering to Abraxos as his
eyes lazily followed her every step, occasionally huffing or whining. It was
rather comical to watch, but from the sneer on her face Dorian predicted that if
he pointed it out he might lose his eyes.
“Witchling,” he called gently instead.
“Where have you been?” She snapped. The tone
she used cut through any warmth his body had mustered from his walk, slicing
him open and letting the bitter cold have its way with him.
“I was looking for food and practising my
magic, just as you suggested.” His voice was placating, like he was talking to
a wild hound. He even spread his hands out in a gesture of peace.
“That was eighthours ago.”
“Why does it matter, Witchling?”
“Because how are we supposed to kill an ageless
king and his evil spawn if you can’t stay put for a day, Princeling?” She
battered her eyelashes at him but her smile was nothing short of savage. If
Dorian didn’t know better, he’d say Manon had been worried about him.
They hadn’t had sex since that night on the
boat, and excluding a few grazing touches and distracting flirtation, no
situation had come even remotely close. It might have, if they hadn’t been surrounded
by witches and wyverns. Dorian could not deny his body’s reaction at the
thought of her scarred skin under his hands and tongue, but for the first time
in his life, a woman could not seem to be less interested in him.
He looked away and didn’t say anything, instead
dumping his findings for the day near the flickering fire. He sat down took off
his shoes and socks, wiggling his toes over the flames to dry the mud and warm
his feet. The Thirteen, who had been curiously watching his interactions with
Manon, went back to doing their own thing: talking, reading, planning, scheming.
He let his mind wander back to the
constellations, and before long a body gracefully sat next to his. He didn’t
turn to look. The witches around him started wondering to their bedrolls, all
tucked under the mighty wings of their wyverns, and quickly feel asleep. Not knowing
know the next moment you’ll get rest makes it easy to fall on command.
“I was worried when you didn’t come back.”
“Because you’re mortal and fragile.”
Dorian snorted and turned further away from
her. “Good to hear.”
Dorian decided to lay down then and there. He
was exhausted from the day’s events, and to keep warm he couldn’t stray from
the fire. He had settled in a semi-comfortable position, ready for the day to
be officially over. Tomorrow was the day they flew to Crochan land, a last
resort to find allies. And when he said they, he wasn’t including himself. He
had done as much as he could and now it was time to reunite with this brother
Chaol, down safe in the south.
He needed his best friend more than ever right
now. Dorian had never felt so conflicted in his life. He knew he should not
feel for Manon the way he should, it had always been about a release for them,
but he couldn’t help the way his breath hitched when her eyes glittered as the
sun rose, or the goose-bumps that lined his flesh whenever he heard her raspy
voice. More than anything, his chest ached with guilt. When he looked at Manon,
he forgot about everything else: Adarlan, the war, Sorscha…
How could Dorian fall so quickly in love,
Dorian knew Manon was still next to him, could
hear her breathing, could sense her intoxicating body. When she laid a hand on
his arm, a zip of energy raced to his heart and spread to the rest of his body,
making him shudder. This had happened before. What hadn’t happened was her
standing up and stepping over his body, just so she could curl in front of him.
She put one hand on his face, and closed her eyes.
“You aren’t fragile.” She said through gritted
teeth. “You are brave, and strong, and the king this cursed continent needs. I
just can’t bear the thought of you being anywhere but by my side.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before we all
decided it would be best I leave?” He risked a hand to her waist, and at his
touch she moved closer to him so their bodies were pressed together.
“Because you are kind, and I detest the thought
that my brutality will mar that. I am not ashamed of who I am, but it scares me
that one day you could be.” It was the most candid and sincere she had ever
been, and it made his eyes sting.
“That will never happen, but either way I have
to leave tomorrow.” He told her. It was the truth, his time with this coven was
“Even if I asked you to stay?” She tangled her
legs with his.
“We’ll reunite again, someday.” Dorian knew not
when that would be, whether in this life or another, but the queen in front of
him would not easily escape his grasp.
Manon opened her mouth to say something else,
but was interrupted by an earth-shaking boom as Abraxos planted himself next to
them, the gust from the wyvern’s movement blowing out the fleeting fire. He
wrapped his wings around the king and queen, and wiggled until comfortable.
Dorian didn’t know from childhood stories that wyverns snored, but oh how Abraxos
“Good night, Witchling.”
Manon leaned forward and pressed a hesitant
kiss to his lips. “Good night, Princeling.”
Kels, I just had my first ever panic attack. And I’m still shaken up about it, how do I calm myself down
I’m so sorry! Know that it’s going to be okay. Breathe. Everyone needs different things. For me, I always call my Mom during one or text a best friend. I like someone knowing I’m having one, even if they don’t reply. Keep breathing and try not to rile yourself up more during it. We panic because we feel like we are being swallowed up, can’t breathe, etc. and it makes it worse. I usually lay down after one or put my head down. I also look at gifs for panic attacks - ones that guide you in breathing. It distracts my mind and focuses on breathing/my heart rate. It really just depends on how your body reacts and how it calms down. But please know that it will be okay. If you ever have one again, remind yourself that you have gotten through it before and you will do so again.
“What does it mean, we could have been doing this all along?”
“Well, we’re in the Mindscape, so we can make things happen by just willing it. And going by boat is a lot faster.”
“And you only thought of it now?”
“Hey, at least I did think of it! And before Stanford did! So I was smarter this ti–”
“Stan, stop distracting him! He’s got to focus!” Stanford cut him off, still somewhat annoyed that he hadn’t been the one to think of it in the first place. As the Stan O’ War flew swiftly through the fog as though on water, he had to admit it had been a pretty good idea. “Billy, are we still going the right way?”
Billy didn’t answer at first, eye still fixed in the fog ahead of them. The murmuring voices were getting louder, the sudden flashes of color around them brighter and more defined; if he squinted, Stanford could make out the outlines of door appearing and disappearing, melting away and changing appearance. Even without mist, it seemed like the kind of place where getting lost would be incredibly easy and finding the way out nearly impossible.
Series: Lifetimes Fandom: Naruto Pairing: SasuSaku Rated: T Prompt:
Yes, I know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago
but it’s really comfy okay. I totally don’t wear it because like it
still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like
home since I moved out. Pfft. Absolutely not.
she’s ever met had been through them from her close friends to
acquaintances. Her best friend had been through multiple and had always
seemed to bounce back stronger than ever citing that the boy who had let
her go just was not the right one. There’s the slightest roll of her
eyes at that mentality.
Um, so I’m toward the late middle of Hannibal season 2 (not sure which episode as I’m watching them on DVD loan from the library and there’s no episode guide) and I feel distracted and kind of unnerved by how attractive I find Margot Verger, like holy fuck. She kind of gives me the creeps, but I just think she’s so fucking hot at the same time. o.O
summary: he catches her when she falls —allura-centric. shallura. also read on:ao3 notes: with apologies, i’ve been on writers block since the beginning of the year so this is merely a warm up.
part of “the princess and the paladin” series. link to master list here.
She’s strong — capable of making sense of the universe even
after being frozen for practically a millennia, capable of fighting off Galrans
with her own bare hands, capable of healing an entire planet with a simple
prayer, capable of keeping a clear mind to pilot a castle and guide its crew
despite grief’s distraction.
She’s strong enough to do almost anything she sets her heart to — except to hold herself up.
You really do need to write some smut now. Post epilogue Katniss doesn't realize the sex noises she makes while eating drive Peeta crazy until he attacks her in the kitchen. College AU Everlark where Peeta finds out friend Katniss has never really kissed anyone and agrees to be there for her to practice one night when she's tipsy enough to spill her secret. College everlark stuck staying with my RA I hate during a storm but fuck me he's hot AU. These are all so tropey and awful. Just smut me. <3
i can’t resist college everlark AU :)
“So who’s the lucky guy?”
Startled out of her concentration, Katniss looks up from her economics textbook to her classmate and study partner, Peeta Mellark, who’s watching her curiously. She furrows her brow. “What do you mean?” she asks, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the other students. They’re in the library studying for their midterm together. Which is probably counter-intuitive since they both suck at econ.
He smiles faintly, drumming his pen on his open textbook. “At Johanna’s party last night. When y’all were playing Never Have I Ever,” he hints, but she’s still clueless. Peeta clears his throat and drops his gaze back to his book, flipping the page before he continues, “I saw you drink when Annie said she’s never had sex. I didn’t know you were seeing someone, I mean.”
Katniss’ face blooms red, hot with embarrassment. Why did she do that? She hasn’t had sex before, but when she saw everyone else laughing and taking a drink at that moment, even that traitor Annie—Katniss thought the point was to confess something you’ve never done!—she felt like a child. There she was, surrounded by all these experienced, grown-up college kids, and she still hasn’t even kissed anyone before. So what was the harm in fibbing a little?
Apparently, the harm is people like Peeta Mellark will fact-check your dumb, drunken confessions.
“Um…I’m not,” Katniss says evasively, pretending to read a block of text about supply and demand.
Shit, now he’s thinking she just sleeps around. “I mean, you don’t know him,” she interjects quickly, lifting her eyes to him. He nods thoughtfully. She’s not sure why it matters so much to her what Peeta thinks of her.
“Well, I might know him. He could be in one of my other classes or something. What’s his name?” Peeta presses, scribbling some kind of doodle in the corner of his study sheet.
Katniss racks her brain. “He doesn’t go here. It was before, in high school,” she hedges before blurting the first name that pops into her head, “His name was Gale.”
Gale. Her face contorts in disgust. Ugh. Why did she have to say the name of her oldest friend? He’s like her brother.