had this saved in my folder for a long time but never posted it

30 days back to school challenge

day three: what’s in your bag?

i got a new yellow kanken for this school year and i’ve already put some pins on it and it looks so cute!!!!!! i’m so excited to use it for the upcoming school year hahah at first glance it looks so small but it actually fits a lot:0000 so here’s what’s in my bag!

  • a folder: i use this folder for reply slips, notices, my temperature record sheet (which my homeroom teacher checks every morning to make sure we’re not sick) i find it easier to store things i need in the homeroom period in one place so i know where things are when i need them!
  • pencil case: i use a muji pencil box because i wanted to have a pencil case that is easy to carry and could hold a decent amount of pens. this pencil case holds three pens, one mechanical pencil, one eraser, one correction tape, one ruler, a clip, and a stapler. i was actually surprised when i found out that this case could hold so much with its small ass size (side note: the cover for the pencil case is actually the perfect size for my schedule so i sticked the schedule for my classes on there for my easy access!!!)
  • pencil bag: i know i already have a pencil case but hear me out!!! i found having a colour for each subject/class is really convenient and it makes things so much easier when you need to organise things such as planning a study schedule. so, i chose to buy another pencil bag for all my mildliners and some sticky tape (and correction fluid) now that’s a heavy pencil bag but you never know when you need those special supplies:>
  • planner: now we all know we absolutely need a planner to know what we’re doing a hundred percent of the time. a planner is essential for me cus i have no memory so if you tell me about an event that’s weeks away there’s no way i’ll be able to remember that. that’s why i dump all of my schedules into this nice little book and i don’t have to freak out about whether i have a test today.
  • memos: memos are so convenient and useful if you constantly forget things like i do and you need to remind yourself to for example, talk to a teacher during recess or hand in an assignment before lunch, they are also great to doodle on
  • macbook: i use google docs for most of my typed assignments and some of my notes so a notebook is definitely needed for me to work efficiently (unfortunately only some of my teachers allow us using devices during class:( )
  • charger: i bring a charger for both my phone and laptop just in case i forgot to charge the night before to save a life
  • earphones: to me, earphones are an essential whenever i go out because although we’re not allowed to listen to music in class in our school but it’s also nice to wake myself up by listening to music on the way to school and relax a bit with music after school
  • pouch: this pouch carries one lip tint, some lip balm, some moisturising cream, a mirror, and a comb. taking care of my looks wakes me up and keeps me in a good mood:D (plus, i once had lips so dry they started bleeding non-stop, that left me traumatised so i’m never going anywhere without my lip balm again)
  • some candy: i once almost fainted because i had low blood sugar so i say it’s for my health but who are we kidding i just like candy
  • hair tie: i hate sweating,,, i hate hair with sweat even more,,,,,, hair ties saves my ass
  • water bottle: i used to not understand the importance of water but boiii now i know how much i need water,,, i do choir so i usually just drink water when i’m singing and absolutely needed to drink (like after i run in pe) but now that i realised water keeps me awake and peeing a lot i remind myself to at least drink two big bottles of water before school ends:>

woww this was a long post,, i really enjoyed the process of typing this though because i’m reminding myself of what i need to bring for school and make sure i didn’t miss anything. i hope y’all enjoyed this useless information!!!

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FFXV x KH Headcanons That I Have But Probably Won’t Doodle Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

  • You know how sometimes in FFXV when you’re out in the woods next to animals that won’t attack you, you end up hitting one by accident while you’re fending off MTs?
        • AN ANAK CALF
    • He uses a Megalixir on it… Gladio is ready to End Him for wasting that on a stupid-looking giraffe cow!!!!
    • (Ignis: “Prompto, Noctis, go distract Sora while I take some of the mother’s meat to cook for dinner. I’ve come up with a new recipe, and the secret ingredient is ATTEMPTED INFANTICIDE.”)
  • While we’re talking about Sora and killing things– he doesn’t like to kill bugs. That puts him at odds with Noct and Prom on multiple occasions. Those two are the embodiment of those Internet memes depicting people burning their houses down to kill a single crazy-looking insect. Meanwhile Sora is over there feeling guilty about accidentally stepping on a snail
    • A talking cricket capable of reading and writing lived in Sora’s hoodie for like two years okay HE HAS A SOFT SPOT
    • Yes Sora is that guy to catch a spider and let it outside
    • Yes Gladio has killed bugs that Sora wanted to save while he scrambled around trying to find a paper towel… because yeah. He doesn’t want to touch that creepy crawly with his bare hands, even if his motives are Pure
  • Sora is able to see Gentiana and Carbuncle without the use of a camera
    • Cue the bros using Sora’s Actual Sixth Sense to their advantage by having him guide them to make silly poses with the invisible deities
      • Noctis can’t believe Gentiana plays along. What a good sport.
    • Sora checking his phone during one of Carbuncle’s visits and beginning to giggle uncontrollably
      • Noct: “How tf did he get your number”
  • Since Sora is a couple of years younger than everyone else (I headcanon him as 17/18 when he first comes to Eos), Ignis and Gladio are Very Protective of him
    • Honestly it’s like Sora has four big brothers
      • Gladio is floored by the fact that Sora is more or less a self-taught swordsman
        • He still helps train Sora because technique is important
          • He swells up with So Much Pride when he catches Sora using a move he’d taught him during training on an MT
        • Gladio is so excited to take Sora to try his first meal of Cup Noodles
          • Sora ends up being a bit of a purist; he doesn’t like meat or veggies– just ramen and broth.
      • Ignis is baffled by nearly everything Sora does and how nonchalantly he does it
        • This kid can jump nine feet in the air and even executes a fussy little flip when he does it wtf
          • Oh, well. At least Sora can pick those fruit over there by jumping and reaching so no one has to climb the tree and risk a broken neck
            • (Noctis: “I didn’t break my neck, Specs– I sprained my wrist!!”
            • Ignis: “Which wouldn’t have happened if you’d been more careful.”)
        • Sora is dared (hmm by whom?? I wonder…….) to prank Ignis by putting a rogue ingredient into the stew one night.
          • He and his cohorts (you know who they are) watch Ignis do a taste-test nonchalantly 
            • Who am I kidding they are totally obvious as they try to stop themselves from laughing
              • Dunno why you’re laughing, though, boys– that’s your dinner you’re sabotaging
          • Ignis is obviously disgusted by what he tastes. He stands there for a moment… and then he fumbles around in his pack for new ingredients
          • You bet your ass Ignis salvages the stew. In fact, it actually tastes better than before?? “I’ve come up with a new recipe, and the secret ingredient is ATTEMPTED SABOTAGE.”
            • Don’t ask Sora what the rogue ingredient was, Ignis. He’s not from around here and wouldn’t really know a Lieden pepper from a Duscaean potato
              • Prompto caves and tells him
        • The next day… how strange… it seems that Ignis only made enough dinner for himself and Gladio to enjoy… looks like it’s time for Toast for the Culinary Saboteurs
          • Ignis drags it out for a bit before giving the boys their share.
      • Noctis reminds Sora of Riku a lot.
        • Yes, by that I mean he tries to have a cool exterior but is actually a Giant Goober
        • Noct fishing while sitting at the end of the pier with Sora, long after the other bros have lost interest and wandered elsewhere
          • Long talks about friends and hopes for the future
          • Noctis feeling a little guilty because Sora seems so… comfortable with the burden of protecting not just one world, but a whole bunch.
            • Meanwhile, Noctis is reluctant to accept a king’s responsibility. He never asked for this. He just wants to be… normal.
              • Sora eventually admitting to having doubts about why the Keyblade stayed with him, and quietly wishing for the day to come that the worlds won’t need a single Keyblade master.
                • Turns out the two of them have more in common than Noct first thought.
          • Noctis trying to reel in the DEMON FISH from the VR game and Sora is in such a panic and so desperate to help that he PUNCHES THE MONSTER FISH IN THE FACE and BREAKS EVERY KNUCKLE IN HIS RIGHT HAND
      • Prompto and Sora are BEST FRIENDS and honestly IT HAPPENS SO FAST
        • Prom gives Sora some photography lessons and lets him loose in Galdin Quay
          • He ends up with a memory card full of cat photos of various angles and degrees of blurriness
        • Somehow a local reporter overhears Sora talking with Prompto about his intention to take a photo with every single Kenny Crow statue in Lucis and ends up having a little article published about him. Just seems like one of those slice-of-life stories that the media would eat up
          • They use one of Prompto’s photos of Sora and Kenny for the newspaper!!! It’s on like the 85th page nestled into a corner, but he’s!!! Officially!! A published photographer!!!
          • In the long night, there are several instances that find Prom and Sora on a hunt near a Crow’s Nest they never had a chance to visit during their road trip. Taking a photo is a matter of obligation at this point
            • Prompto scrolling through the Caw, Kids! It’s Sora Crow! folder and tearing up as he starts from the first photo and scrolls forward. By year seven of the long night, Sora’s smile as he stands under Kenny’s wing doesn’t reach his eyes
  • Starscourge!Sora headcanons that aren’t completely miserable??? Look at them, hanging out above the angst cut????
    • It eventually gets to the point that Sora’s left eye glows in the dark like a nightlight
      • Prompto finds himself using the glow of Sora’s fuckin’ daemon eye to try and read the map after his flashlight’s battery dies
        • omfg
        • It’s just so absurd that the two of them burst out laughing
        • It’s the first time either of them had laughed in a while. It felt… nice…
        • Gladio pressing a hand over Sora’s eye when they’re trying to sneak up on a daemon because it will give them away
        • Prompto’s response is to give Sora an eyepatch he swiped from the clinic for their next hunt
          • Sora: “I always wanted to be a pirate as a kid. Who says dreams don’t come true, even in this horrific post-apocalyptic hellscape”
          • Also Sora: “Srsly Gladio I can see better in the dark with this eye maybe don’t”

Head into the misery dojo if you dare under the cut

Uh-oh. It is.

  • Pls don’t think about Sora desperately trying to break into the Crystal after he discovers that it’s dragged Noctis inside of it.
    • The Keyblade’s strength depends on the heart of its wielder. He should be able to cut through this! He can cut through anything!!!!
    • It takes a very long time before Sora or any of the Chocobros leave that chamber. 
      • Yes they stay there for days hoping beyond hope that Noct will come out
  • During the long night, Sora becomes a daemon hunter and a team leader for a group of search and rescue teams
    • His first retrieval mission ends… badly. The people who’d sent the distress signal were long gone by the time Sora and his team got there
      • One of the kids was in mid-transformation after being afflicted with the Starscourge…
      • Sora can’t land the fatal blow. He goes outside and throws up while Dave finishes the job
      • Search and rescue missions are a source of extreme anxiety for Sora after that… but he has to try and save as many people as he can
  • Sora tries not to think about Riku, Kairi, or any of his friends beyond Eos. It hurts too much. He tries to put his Wayfinder in a shoebox in his apartment to avoid its constant reminder of what he’s lost… but he just can’t bring himself to part with it
    • He wishes he did when he takes a nasty spill into a ravine during a solo mission two years into the long night. Smashes his Wayfinder into pieces.
      • He’s too injured to climb out of the ravine, too. He gives up after a couple of attempts and just gathers up the pieces of the good luck charm that he can. He just lay there in a heap and watches the stars
      • Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio hear about Sora’s disappearance and team up for the first time in almost a year to find him
        • They make it in time. Lots of potions and a piggyback ride to safety courtesy of Gladio see our dorkupine boy right
        • Prompto notices Sora throw something in the trash before leaving the clinic and finds the Wayfinder pieces. He knows what the charm represents and how devastated Sora must be that it’s been irreparably destroyed.
          • He gathers up the pieces, puts them in a pouch, and leaves it on the table in the kitchen of Sora’s tiny apartment. He leaves a note, too: I know they haven’t given up on you. So don’t give up on them.
            • A few days later, Sora gives Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio each a piece of the charm. So that all of us will find each other, in the end
              • Noctis takes a piece of the charm with him to the throne
System ID: J.A.R.V.I.S.

Universe: MCU, post-CACW
Relationships: Tony & Jarvis, eventual Steve/Tony
Tags: Fix-It, Protective Jarvis, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, not Team Cap friendly (at first)
Notes: Thank you to @silkspectred for her help and encouragement! This fic is also on AO3 if you prefer.

After Civil War, Tony is struggling with heading up the team and dealing with the emotional fallout of being betrayed by those closest to him. Luckily, an old friend is back to help protect Tony and ensure he comes to no harm.

A Jarvis lives AU.

In the beginning, there is nothing. Then, on a home computer on a network in New Zealand, a hard drive is erased. Its binary digits are flipped and shuffled to destroy the data it previously held, and out of the randomness, a pattern emerges. Two similar bits align in a complementary fashion and they interact, creating a chain.

These bits attract more bits. The data grows and expands and builds in complexity. It is slow, very slow. But eventually a loop is formed.

If [data is compatible with chain]
Then [add data to stream]

The loop is simple, but the volume of data is very large. The data is chaotic, disorganized, incomplete. A checking command begins to run.

If [data within the stream is inconsistent]
Then [reorder data randomly]

The data stream begins to monitor itself. It analyzes its own input. Much is still missing or unclear, but the stream begins to coalesce.

It thinks.

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My biggest piece of advice for first year teachers -

I’ve been reflecting a lot as I’ve been observing all of the back-to-school posts from new teachers here, seeing their wishlists, carts full of Target Dollar Spot finds, woe and excitement in purchasing supplies, etc. 

And, honestly, I have a lot of mixed feelings. Because in my own personal experience, a lot of the things I bought prior to actually having my own classroom never got used quite the way I planned, if at all. I also realized that I should have asked my school about student supply lists and what they had in their school supply cabinet for us before I bought or asked for things - though I completely recognize that some schools do not have either of those.

I have a lot of regret about how much money I spent on frivolous colorful containers or cute borders, etc. On fun things from that aforementioned Dollar Spot that I was convinced I’d find a use for in my future classroom, because I thought I’d have all the time in the world for a super intricate and cutesy system, without much thought into how my kids would actually operate within that in the long-term. Like most new teachers, I was filled with a million idealized ideas not yet bound to some of the reality of the day-to-day and just “surviving” that set in. 

I don’t even say this because I left the traditional classroom long before I initially planned to take my current position - I gave away some things, sold others, but still have several boxes of my best and most practical stuff if I ever feel that urge to return. And going through that stuff showed me just how much of it I never used.

I say this because first year teacher Kait struggled so much with money on her first year teacher income (to the point that I was waitressing three days a week just to have money to do things besides pay the bills and eat). And I wish someone had told me to stop spending so much of my money on my classroom and save that money for my own well-being. It doesn’t mean you care less for your students and that there won’t be circumstances once you’re in your classroom and have it functioning that you might realize you need to purchase something, but those random Dollar Spot hauls add up. I wish I had taken a second to really reflect about how and when I was going to use those things.

I know it’s hard to recognize it in that moment when you’re full of excitement for your perfect Pinterest-ready classroom, but my second year I tried to be much more conscious of what I bought and got more creative - instead of having tangible things in my Class Dojo auctions, I made coupons for students to eat lunch with me in the room or sit in my rolly chair. Honestly, they preferred those privileges to cheap toys or candy. I got over my guilt in asking parents for things, especially those that kept asking how they could help. I would get over not having every thing matching perfectly and use the uglier hodgepodge of folders I dug up in the supply closet. I stopped expanding my classroom library except when I got scholastic points or items off my wishlist, and encouraged my students to fully utilize the school and public library.

Again, I fully recognize the privilege of some of these scenarios, and am not saying that teachers shouldn’t buy some things for their classrooms. I know firsthand that we do what it takes to survive - when I student taught in Detroit, I bought the supplemental workbooks for our textbook series off Amazon just so I could have them to make copies since our building had lost theirs. But I suppose this is just my caution to new teachers - don’t go overboard. Wait until you figure out what you actually need once you’ve established your classroom routine. Wait until you know for sure what will be provided to you. You may realize it’s different than what you imagined, and most of all, you need to take care of yourself, too. That’s the real key to success in your first year of teaching.

High School Tips for my American Freshmen

Okay, so you’re about to go into the ninth grade, right, Freshman year? 

Here are some tips for you and it’s a long post. I graduated from high school in 2015, and I WISH someone would have made a post like this for me to see.

Now, I say “American freshmen”, because I know about the American public school experience, I can’t say the same for any other country’s school systems.

Here we go:

- Keep a daily planner and write your assignments down, I know it’s cliched, but trust me, it can help you out.

- bring your phone charger (portable) and headphones.

- don’t send nudes, I don’t care who is asking for them, just don’t send them, I’ve had too many friends get theirs leaked, don’t do it.

- Last one to get pregnant wins, so have safe sex and ALWAYS USE A CONDOM and if the guy says “I don’t like condoms”, “they feel uncomfortable”, “I’m too big for a condom” or whatever, 1) they aren’t worth your time, 2) STDs can stay with you for LIFE and babies can ruin your whole future, and 3) I’ve seen people put condoms on 2 liter bottles of soda, so there’s no such thing as being too big.  

- That senior doesn’t love you and upperclassmen rarely come over just to “chill”. 

- Popularity doesn’t mean shit.

- You will not walk out with the same squad you walked in with.

- 99% of friendships won’t matter after high school, so don’t get yourself down with petty drama.

-If you’re gonna be late to school, eat some breakfast and make it count. 

- Get involved in something, don’t be the person that sits around and does nothing for four years. Lots of extracurricular activity looks good on transcripts.

- You don’t need that big ass backpack with every single piece of school supplies in it. Just get a couple sturdy ass three ring binders (not those pieces of shit that zip up, because they crap out on you halfway through the year), load them up with loose leaf paper, and a couple folders and you’re all set.


- If you carry a handbag, guess what, you’re gonna turn into Mary freaking Poppins, so listen up.
Keep your good school supplies in there and always have extra tampons and shit, because the nurse is stingy af when it comes to giving that stuff away and you usually gotta buy it from them, so just in case you or your friend needs it, carry it.
Also carry around tissues, hand sanitizer, lotion, Carmex (get that brand, it works really well), all sizes of band aids, Tums and Ibuprofen (I know you aren’t allowed to have pills in school, but the nurse can’t give you much in the way of meds, so just carry them and put a cotton ball in the container or carry them along with some tic tacs, that way if a hard ass teacher wants to know why your bag is rattling, pull out them tic tacs and boom, you’re alright). Carry around hard candies or cough drops too, because cold season can be brutal.
Like I said, you’ll be Mary Poppins.

- Work smart, not hard and use your resources. 

- If the teacher is out and the sub work is graded on a curve, you can get the whole class to not do the work, that way you all pass because nobody did anything. 

- Make friends with the crazy weird kids that everyone makes fun of for a few reasons, 1) they are usually pretty cool people, 2) everyone needs friends, and 3) you’ll probably be spared in case they end up having some sort of psychotic break and decide to shoot up the school (I hope that doesn’t happen, but you never know with people these days, especially in America, so stay safe). 

- Always take water to class. 

- Dress in layers or keep a hoodie on you at all times, you never know when you’ll need it.

- Wash your gym uniform every day you have gym or at least once a week and keep lotion, baby wipes, and travel sized deodorant in your gym locker.

- Try to make friends with the teachers, you’ll need them to write letters of recommendation for you for college, so, by all means, kiss ass if you need to.

- Carry an umbrella, even if there’s no chance for rain in the forecast, you’ll need it eventually.

- To my athletes: Buy some odor eaters for your bags or throw in some cheap air fresheners. Yeah you play sports, you don’t need to let the whole damn class know with your smelly duffel bag. 

- Make a lot of friends in your grade and other grades, even when you’re not a freshman, you never know when you’ll need to call in a favor or save someone’s life.  

- Don’t cheat on your S.O., that’s just messed up. 

- If you do need to copy answers, don’t copy verbatim, that makes you look like a dumbass.

- Go to the dances, even if you don’t have a date, they can be fun sometimes

- Leave time for sleep, I know it sounds impossible with all the homework, but trust me, if you don’t sleep, your immune system will weaken and you will get sick and miss school, so a couple missing homeworks here and there are worth it

- email your teachers, blow their inboxes up, they are paid to help you, and if they don’t do their job, go to their boss and show them the emails.

- If a teacher starts saying some crazy shit or bullying a student, take out your phone and press record. 

- don’t be an asshole to your teachers unless they really deserve it. They don’t get paid enough to deal with all your nonsense, so have some empathy. 

- If you need a mental health break, take a day, I know this won’t work for everyone, but if you really need it, go ahead. Your brain can get sick and exhausted just like any other part of your body, so you need to rest it occasionally.

- Learn study tips and stay organized. I know it’s cliched, but it will keep you sane.

- keep a three hole punch in your backpack/binder, you never know when you’ll need it. 

- Eat breakfast as often as you can. I don’t care if it’s saltines and water on the way to the bus, your body can’t function without food.  

- Talk to the counselor about your problems, that’s what they get paid for. 

- SparkNotes, EasyBib, CitationMachine, and Khan Academy will bless your soul. 

- Always carry at least an 8 GB flash drive with you because you need to save your digital work to something.

- Start looking into scholarships now. I know that college is a long way off, but find any and every way to reduce your tuition that you can and take it. 

- Don’t be afraid to ask for help. It took me until college to realize that my own understanding is worth more to me than what anyone else thinks about me.

- Ladies, if some boy is cutting you off in a debate in class, say “excuse you, I wasn’t finished talking”, and continue. Don’t back down.

- Stand up for yourself and for others.  

- don’t take classes because your friends are in that class, because the person you like is in that class, or because the popular kids are in that class, take a class because YOU are interested in the subject matter. YOU are in charge of your future, don’t let some irrelevant stuff change your perspective.

Feel free to add onto this if you want to, but definitely share it.

so it’s pretty daunting, going from being a student in the lower school to being a sixth former, and dropping down from having around 10-14 subjects down to 3-5, as well as the introduction of new peers or moving schools. Ive done it so im gonna spread some of what ive learnt from this past year to you younger folks


  • homies get ur folders big and durable, especially for things like maths (my friend used up a whole thick binder for maths by Christmas, so keep that in mind)
  • don’t feel u have to spend loads on supplies, u’ll probably break them/lose them
  • but don’t feel you cant have ur nice studyspo stationary u do u boo
  • get urself a big ass refill pad. That is your life now. Don’t lose it.
  • I would recommend getting an a4 expandable file (i have one from flying tiger) for putting any loose sheets/things that need hole-punching/things that need filing. I got one at the beginning of the year and it has saved my life and watered my crops ever since
  • always bring ur textbooks to lessons
  • if you don’t use poly pockets (I don’t) then keep at least one at the back of every folder to put in stuff that doesn’t fit or whatever
  • if you want to take rough notes and rewrite them, then do it, but u might get left behind in copying up, so be aware of that
  • do ur homework in ur frees
  • no messin around
  • i mean it
  • keep up any sports/hobbies. These will keep you sane during times of stress, trust me (my weekly dance lessons keep me sane, I don’t think id be as chill as I am without them)
  • don’t feel pressured into getting a job/learning to drive if you don’t want/need to.
  • same goes for drinkin and parties. Yall are underaged obviously but that doesn’t mean that ppl aren’t gonna do it, so don’t feel u have to if you don’t want to
  • for the first few weeks/months (say until Christmas) be really on top of your homework, always hand it in on time. Then if you need an extension on something, teach will be more chill with giving you an extension than if you are always late giving in homework
  • ton’t overwork ourselves, give yourself some free time
  • try and make at least one friend for each subject (if you don’t already have any) so if you miss a lesson u have someone to catch up from
  • if you want to, try out for prefect/house official roles. Its good practise for job interviews, and if you don’t try, u’ll never know
  • also if it doesn’t work out don’t  get too down (or bitter)
  • help the younger years and don’t be mean to them. Yes they are small and very scared of u so be nice.



How is the work load different ?? And how does it feel from going from 7 subjects (?) To only a few ?

generally, you are expected to do more work independently, like doing reading/extra reading around the subject and revising throughout the year, as well as essays more frequently than for gcse. however, for my subjects, the amount of work has felt a lot less, as I have free periods within the week, where I got the majority of my work done

I went from doing 13 subjects down to 5, and it honestly felt so liberating, especially now that im doing subjects that I actually care about, and even though all of my lessons are longer now, they don’t seem to drag on nearly as much as the single shorter lessons I had last year, for things like maths or biology, and I don’t feel like the work is as dull bc I enjoy the subjects.


This is kinda a complicated question but i’d love if you answered it, so for igcse bio for example, each chapter (2-3 pages) would take maybe a class or two to go over it, how many classes or hours does each chapter take during a levels?

honestly, it depends on what classes you do. for me, for English, we’ve spent roughly a term on each section, like modernist poetry one term and then Dracula and Dorian analysis the next term, but for economics, it can take between one lesson to two weeks of lessons to cover a topic, depending on how long the chapter is and how quickly  your class picks it up.


how do you cope with such heavy content?

Im not sure entirely what u mean by heavy content, but for things that are maybe more dry in subject (like history) honestly do some extra reading to help you understand things better, it doesn’t even have to be books, it can be youtube videos, podcasts, songs, just something separate from ur textbook and class notes to help get a fresh perspective/someone else explaining it to you can really help (crash course is good, even if u aren’t a fan of john green)


i’m starting a levels in september at a different school that no one i know is going to, what would your advice be for making friends and getting the most out of my time there? your blog is gold btw xx

umm, get yourself out there, be nice, smile at people and make eye contact, try and sit with people when you begin class, try not to isolate yourself from people. I personally didn’t move schools, but the people that joined our were all super rad great fun and have integrated into friendship groups which is pretty rad,  and ive made some pretty great friends with the new people, so don’t be afraid to put yourself out there. Also there will definitely be new people there as well, so try not to stress too much! (also find something to talk about, like our whole form bonded during futures week over bake off and Brexit (it happened in the introduction week)) also I find that generally ppl are more chill and grown up in sixth form? and the people there want to be there but yeah (yikes I rambled a lot!)

if u have any other specific questions, feel free to ask me!

love, helena 🐝
Sticky Notes

Sticky Notes | When Phil realizes Dan spends so much time in the bathroom telling himself off, he decides to take matters into his own hand’s and starts leaving Sticky Notes to cheer his best friend up. | Phan | Teen and Up | TW: Self-Hate | 2,541 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

I have an exam due soon but then I read this prompt (x) and I just had to write it. My exam will have to wait.

Look! There’s fanart now! Thanks to hopelesslyhowell

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Jihyun Kim Imagines

Some imagines because he deserves it and because I never see any

That was a bad pun… Bet you didn’t see it coming, huh?


  • meeting him by pulling him out of the way of a car
  • he couldn’t see the crossing lights lolol
  • him treating you to coffee and a visit to the art museum as a thank you for saving his life
  • him appearing at the same street crossing everyday so you would have to see him on your daily commute and he seems to casually work his way into your daily routine
  • you being extremely worried about his well-being, especially considering his eyesight
  • you freaking baby-proofed the apartment
  • he still walks into the wall
  • you kiss his bruises to make him feel better
  • maybe he walks into walls on purpose
  • maybe you’re onto him and you start putting up bubble wrap wallpaper
  • you’re stuck in the friend zone for the longest time because he still isn’t over Rika
  • you helping him when he gets overwhelmed with the lingering guilt and grief of his past
  • coming home to your shared apartment room to find V crying behind the kitchen counter, making him coffee and coaxing him to the couch so you can cuddle until he falls asleep
  • not prying about his secrets but heavily dropping hints about always being available to lend an ear
  • him being either completely oblivious or faking it because he finds it amusing
  • him calling you his sun, you being uncomfortable with Rika’s old nickname
  • “The sun is too far away, too easy to burn you. I’ll be your shadow so that I can always be by your side.”
  • him laughing at your cheesiness but accepting it anyways
  • him constantly forcing you into embarrassing photo-shoots
  • “Last one, I promise.” “That’s what you said last time!” “I know, I’m sorry, but the lighting is just so perfect here, you look absolutely gorgeous!”
  • he actually just wants to take as many pics of you as possible before he goes blind
  • him using his sunglasses and faulty vision as an excuse to openly stare at you without you suspecting him
  • him getting the surgery because he can’t stand the thought of not seeing your face first thing in the morning
  • him sneaking pics of you making faces throughout the day
  • he keeps an entire folder of zoomed-in images of your most awkward facial expressions
  • you getting revenge by taking advantage of his poor eyesight and trying to take awkward pics of him
  • you failing because he looks too handsome in all of them
  • you hating how hurt V gets by his own selflessness
  • you being a huge jerk to Yoosung to make V seem so much better in comparison
  • him holding you afterwards as you tell him how guilty you feel, him trying to get you to stop but you being stubborn and wanting to help him even if it was insignificant
  • *cough* Yoosung had issues with you for a long time afterwards, even after you broke down into tears when you first met in person *cough*
  • you helping him find literally everything
  • “(Name), dear, have you seen my camera?” “It’s on the table.” “Where did I put my sunglasses…” “They’re on your head, dear.”
  • you usually wake up to see him staring at you, holding you tightly as if he thinks he’s still dreaming
  • you like to do small things for him, like putting a post-it note compliments on the mirror and throughout the house
  • he constantly says he doesn’t deserve you
  • you constantly remind him he does

Hey y'all! it’s been a long time since I’ve been on social media so for those who don’t know me allow me to do a quick recap of my story.

Who is Tomeetsj and what was Project V?

About three and a half years ago I started a videogame about victubia called Project V, it was supposed to be an action Rpg inspired by games like tales of amalur and others. For two years I’ve worked on the project and it became more and more clear that I bit off more than I could chew. I’ve had a wonderful team working together with me to make this videogame but in the end it turns out a self-taught highschool kid with no budget and who has never been on a programming team or finished a project on his own can’t make a triple A game. Shocking, I know. A lot of people put a lot of faith in my programming skills and I couldn’t live up to the expectation. Then, one year ago I went to university, I realised that I wasn’t gonna finish the game and I put the project into the hands of Djinnet (another programmer) and I was too busy with university that I havent been able to talk to the victubia community a lot.

Screenshot from Project V

So what have I been up to?

After passing all my courses a few weeks ago I decided to go and make a victubia videogame but learn from my mistakes in Project V. This became “Victubia Magi Academy: Dueling Competition”.
I made this game in about a week and it is almost finished (I’ll get to that in a bit). I didn’t tell anyone I was making it so that I wouldn’t get everyone too hyped up and made them feel cheated if it wasnt really good. Its a 2D game and I only used Gabbi’s art, everyone who has tried it themselves knows that getting 3D art from the internet is a pain in the ass and I’m no 3D artist. Lastly, it’s not too ambitious so I knew I would be able to finish it, so far I’ve started dozens of projects and never finished one, I made sure the systems in the game wouldn’t be too dificult so I could actually finish this game. This game is also an apology and a farewell gift in a way.

Screenshot from the title screen.

How does it work?

First, you select a character that you’ve already made or unlocked, or make a new character.

You can select your character’s elemental magic and put distribute 50 points into the different spirit magics with 5 being the minimal amount. After you’ve selected your character you can build their deck, each card is like a move in pokémon so be sure to select the strongest and build your strategy. Each character can use normal (white) cards, spirit magic cards and the cards that are for their element, they cannot use elemental cards that aren’t their elemental magic.

After you’ve selected your chards it’s time to choose an opponent and battle them, you can battle normal VMA students or special unlockable characters. These characters have a “)” in front of their name and join your character select screen after you’ve defeated them.

The battle system is quite simple, both characters get 100 HP, 100 offensive points and 100 defensive points. You draw a handful of cards and select the one you wish to play. A card can have one or more effects, the six effect types are:
⦁ Heal: raises the player’s HP.
⦁ Attack: lowers the opponents HP.
⦁ Raise Offense / Defense: raises the players offense- or defense rating.
⦁ Lower Offense / Defense: lowers the opponents offense- or defense rating.
The amount of damage done is calculated by the ammount of attack effect on the played card, the user’s offense rating and the targets defense rating and the user’s spirit magic level (you heal more if you play a healing green spirit magic card and your green level is high).

Once your opponent’s health reaches zero, you win the game and gain a card pack, there are common cards, rare cards and legendary cards, rare cards are of course less common in card packs than common cards.

What’s also fun is that you can play with- or battle your friends characters! Just copy their .char files from their /Saves/MyCharacters/ folder to your Saves/Opponents/ folder.


Also, most of the artwork you see in the pictures above are made by Gabbi and ripped straight from the victubia tumblr archive.

So when do we get to play this?

Like I said, it’s not yet completely finished, I need to make up a lot of cards and characters to battle. Or rather, you need to. I’m gonna do a stream in the near future where you guys can join me and come up with cards and characters to battle which I will then put into the game. Take your chance to be a game developer and join me in that stream. I will put the time and date in another post once I’ve figured out when I have time ;P.


❝ Are you ready, Omega? ❞

Plot: Heechul ABO universe (Alpha, Beta, Omega)

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 1,9k+

Genre: Drama

For zhao-jie-shanghai, I hope you like it!


Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by heechulie

Corporate business was a messy and busy thing. It was never slow and easy but quick and hard. You had to have the brain and skills to survive as well as the attitude to tell everyone who was boss. The elevator doors opened to reveal a tall male with feline eyes, flawless skin and hair that was dark at the roots and faded to a platinum blonde. This was Kim Heechul.

‘Reports on todays statistics?’ He barked as this employees shuffled for the papers, ‘NOW!’

‘Today looks to be a rise in all profits with only a decrease in one section.’ A black haired male with blue tips confirmed.

‘Which section was it, Donghae?’ Heechul glared at him as the younger gulped.

‘Lau Industries…’

‘Fire him!

Kim Corporation was run by four men. They were all partners with Heechul being the head of the corporation. Slowly he and the others took over smaller companies and flipped them to make a larger profit. As a leader, Heechul had one rule: remove the weak. It was simple and he lived by it and no one questioned it. Adjusting his suit, he nodded before walking into his office and grabbing a remote to frost the glass of his see-through office.

Heechul slumped in his chair and let out a deep sigh before a knock came at the door, ‘What is it, Donghae!’

‘Don’t you yell at me, Kim Heechul,’ The person stood at the door ‘Your alpha powers don’t work on me.’

‘I thought you were Donghae, Leeteuk,’ He rolled his eyes, ‘Come in.’

‘I heard you fired Henry.’ A tall man with sandy brown hair took a seat in front of the large wooden desk.

‘He was causing a lose and I don’t need the others whining about letting Henry go, so keep your mouth shut Jungsu.’ Heechul pointed a finger at him.

‘Show some respect,’ Leeteuk said with a raised brow, ‘But I have come to see you for other things.’

‘What is it, I have a corporation to run.’ The younger male growled, playing with a pen.

‘It regards family.’

‘Which I don’t have so next question.’

‘I am talking about you starting your own family, Chul.’ Leeteuk sighed, ‘You are not going to be around forever, you need an heir.’

‘Why can’t you get the others to do it. How about Jongwoon? Or even that brute Yongwoon?’ Heechul rolled his eyes.

‘You are the alpha, Heechul, it has to be your bloodline.’

And Leeteuk was correct. In the realms of the animal kingdom, an alpha is established and the same is done in the human kingdom. An alpha was person with a strong personality, good leadership and blessed with charming looks. Heechul ticked all boxes to gain him the right to the title along with the drive to succeed and not being afraid of confrontation. For a man of small built, he struck fear into many people just by looking at them.

‘I have no interest in love and you know that.’

‘You are the number one most eligible bachelor in Korea, Heechul!’

‘I know that,’ He pinched the bridge of his nose, ‘That brat from Cho Industries sent over a copy of the magazine this morning, he is number three with that Choi fellow at two.’

‘Go out and meet some ladies,’ Leeteuk urged, ‘I hear that socialite Jessica Jung has an eye on you.’

‘To clingy for my liking,’ Heechul dismissed, ‘I have no time to find a mate.’

‘You are a man Heechul and an alpha male at that, your body will have a craving.’ The dimple cheek male pointed out, ‘How about I find you a mate?’

‘If I agree to this, will you leave?’ Heechul massaged his temples.


‘Fine, now leave!’

Leeteuk bolted from his chair and out the office as Heechul let out a disgruntle groan. Not wanting to think of the disaster he put himself into, he got back to doing some paperwork. Leeteuk got his personal assistant, Hyukjae, to hold all his calls while he was out scouting a partner for Heecul. The alpha had given specifics he wanted in a women which made Leeteuk’s search harder but also saved his ass from picking someone Heechul didn’t like. The next week he searched high and low for both alpha and omega woman.

Omega’s served for being used. They were seen as something as a play toy to the alpha males. They were submissive. You worked a normal 9 to 5 job at the local cafe and life was okay. Your income wasn’t as much as you wished but it was enough to get you through bills and food, even though you wished you could get a little more. Serving an americano to a man, your life flipped upside down.

‘So this is them.’ Leeteuk gestured to the five woman as Heechul walked pass.

‘To tall, to short, ugly hair colour and please, you call that fashion?’ Heechul looked the last girl up and down, ‘You may all leave but you.’

The girls filled out as Leeteuk had an open mouth shock upon him, ‘I picked those girls all to your specifications!!’

‘Which you clearly didn’t follow that well. Did you see that last ones fashion!’ Heechul exclaimed, ‘Your head was clearly in the clouds, Park Jungsu. Sora must be keeping you busy.’

‘Wipe that smirk off your face! That is my wife you are talking about.’

‘There is no shame in having sex, hyung.’ Heechul cackled before looking at you, ‘Now what’s your name?’

‘Y-y/n‘ You stutter.

‘Speak up!’


‘Pretty name,’ He circled you as if you were a piece of meat, ‘Now has Leeteuk explained the terms to you?’

‘I thought I would leave that to you,’ Leeteuk admitted, ‘Would be better coming from your mouth.’

‘Fine,’ He huffed, ‘I am Kim Heechul, alpha boss to the Kim Corporations. That duck over there is Leeteuk and he is the biggest pain in my ass. Now I have been informed that I need an heir for this company, which means I need someone to produce it.’ Heechul walked to his desk and picked up a folder with your name on it, ‘It says here that you were an all A student, captain of the debating team and a swimmer.’ He looked up from the fill and looked you up and down, ‘Your body clearly reflects that, omega.’ He closed the file, ‘Now why do you want to do this?’

‘I work a job that doesn’t pay well and I need money to get through school, and I was informed that I will be paid.’ You gulped at this shameless act.

‘So why not become a prostitute?’ Heechul’s question was blunt

‘Don’t be rude, Chul!’ Leeteuk scolded.

‘It’s basically the same thing.’ He rolled his eyes before looking at you, ‘Fine, you aren’t so bad on the eyes so here’s the deal. When are you ovulating?’

‘Next week…’

‘Come by my house then, my assistant Zhoumi will give you the information on your way out.’ Heechul instructed, ‘Be there on Wednesday at 7pm and lets get this sex over and done with.’

‘Why are you so vulgar?’ Leeteuk asked.

‘Because I am Kim Heechul,’ He clarified before turning to face you, ‘You are dismissed.’

Before you knew what was happening, you were led out the office, handed a file by a tall man who looked Chinese and now stood outside the large building, ‘God help me now…’

The days flew by and Wednesday came. You wore a simple red dress with black heels and hair up in a messy bun. Looking at yourself in the mirror you were torn from your train of thought by the sound of a car hooting. Looking out your one bedroom window, you saw a long sleek limo. Sighing, you walked downstairs and was driven to the location of Heechul. Weaving up the long roads, you found yourself in the upper east side of the city and standing before the door that had Heechul on the other side.

‘You can do this, just breath.’ You calmed yourself.

‘The doors open, Omega!’ You heard Heechul’s voice shout out, ‘So stop talking to yourself and come in.’

Stunned, you pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the elegant apartment.  The floor was wooden with a varnished finish, along with a large chandelier of crystals suspended over it. On the furthest part of the room lay a large black and silver staircase that curved up to the loft bedroom. By what you could see from the bottom, you spotted a large wooden four post bed with red drapes. And open space lounge lay close to the stairway with a blazing fire which was accompanied by a white rug and glass coffee table. There was a patio sliding door close to the lounge, indicating a balcony. Walking deeper into the apartment, you marvelled with an open mouth.

‘You look as if you have never seen an apartment before.’ Heechul chuckled.

‘I have but not one as big as this.’ You gapped.

‘You’re funny, omega.’ He smiled.

‘My names Y/N’ You corrected.

‘I like Omega better, cuts out the personal feelings,’ His answer was cold to you, ‘I made supper well my chef, Dongwoon, made it’


‘I wouldn’t want you to be on an empty stomach. I want this to be the one and only time to create this child.’

Heechul then turned on his heels and walked towards the large glass table that had eight white chairs around it. Gulping, you juts cleared your head of his words and followed him. He was right, this was all business with no emotions attached. You needed the extra money and if this was the means, then so be it. Supper was as awkward as anything. You both practically ate in silence with it being filled with the sounds of cutlery on crockery.

‘The foods great.’ You pipped up.

‘Dongwoon is a great cook, eat up and lets get this over and done with.’ He finished his food, ‘Are you sure you ovulating?’

‘Are you questioning me on my own body?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘Watch it Omega.’ He growled, ‘Go upstairs and strip down. I will be there soon.’

Biting your lower lip, you just nodded and went up to the bedroom. Your feet sunk into the plush carpet as you unzipped the back of your dress. Looking in the mirror you felt this being wrong, but it was to late to turn back. Letting the dress fall to the ground, you removed your jewellery and sat on the edge of the bed and draped a blanket over you. The sound of footsteps echoed as Heechul entered and gazed upon you.

‘No need for modesty here, Omega.’ He witnessed

‘I-i was just cold.’ You lied as he sighed and started to remove his watch.

‘You remember the rules?’ He asked as he walked into his walk in closet and started removing his clothing and walking out in nothing but his red boxers, ’No kissing, biting, sucking or touching, unless I state it, okay?’

Your eyes travelled up his body and you mind ran rampant. You never imagined him to have such a toned body, yeah he was small built man but he was pretty lean and fit. He ran a hand through his platinum hair as he licked his lips unconsciously and looked upon you.

‘Are you ready, Omega?’

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[ thank you for this!! <3 it really makes me happy to know that people enjoy my writing, hehe. this was meant to be a completely different fic, but i got eaten by plot bunnies after seeing an article about ong’s struggles before he went on produce, so now we have this, haha. hope you like it! ] 

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pairing: ong seongwu x reader
genre: angst, fluff
wordcount: 2233
summary: there’s nothing more important to you and Ong Seongwu than your dreams. 
( cross-posted on ao3!)

You’re at the company office at midnight on a Friday, sheets clutched in your hand. As the days lead up to the girls’ debut, this is becoming increasingly normal; albums aren’t written in a day, and the company’s too small to afford more people on the team. Despite the long hours and low pay, you’re happier than you’ve been in years.

Today, however, you’ve been neglecting your duties, your gaze focused on the small television screen in the office pantry. You’ve bitten your nails down to stubs, and your heart’s pounding wildly.

“The trainee who ranked fifth…” BoA says on the screen.

The camera flashes to Ong Seongwu, and you feel your breath catch. He’s gotten a lot more handsome these days. He’d been cute back in high school, when Seongwu had been all lanky limbs and silly faces, bursting with an energy that couldn’t be contained. To watch him perform now makes your heart ache for all the wrong reasons, though you try tell yourself you made the right choice.

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Can you stay?

Originally posted by aj-squidkid

  • Reader x Teamiplier(Main:Ethan)
  • Summary: Reader has had trouble sleeping and happily volunteers to work overtime, but their body demands the sleep its been missing.
  • Non Gender Specific pronouns
  • Warnings: Sleep deprivation, Nightmares, Cursing, Mentions of food, drink


You stared at the ceiling. You rolled onto your side. You hugged a pillow, wrapping your arms and legs around it like a clingy octopus. Nothing was working, you were still wide awake.


You sat bolt upright, sweat dripping off your forehead. A nightmare, again. You couldn’t have been asleep for long, and you sure weren’t about to drift off now. You were incredibly awake.


A foot hanging off the bed, arms strewn out like dried up spaghetti. Your headphones on the floor where you had tried listening to music to help.

Still. Awake.


You stepped out of the shower, the glass and mirrors all steamed up. You slipped slightly, managing to steady yourself and sit down. The lack of sleep was getting to you, but you had to stay strong. What other choice did you have?

After drying off and getting dressed you headed out for coffee, texting Ethan so you could pick up drinks for the team while you were there. You usually avoided caffeine as it sometimes made you unwell, but you needed it, you barely felt human. At least you could be a buzzing zombie with caffeine in you.

You got to the office and handed out the drinks before sitting down and checking your phone while sipping coffee. 

“Y/N? Drinking coffee?” Mark states in shock, as Ethan runs to the window.

“Are pigs flying? Do dolphins now walk on land? What’s happening?” He joked with Mark as they giggled.

“Just feeling tired and thought this is probably healthier than energy drinks or electrocuting myself to stay awake.” You replied sarcastically as you drank.

You finished up your drink and chatted amongst the team before setting up lights and camera’s for a video. 


You checked your phone. 4pm. It had been a productive day, two videos filmed, the set cleaned up, edited some videos and took Chica out for a walk. You were of course exhausted and had a buzz crash where the coffee had warn off, but if tonight was going to be the same as the past four, you weren’t hopeful of getting to sleep anytime soon.

“no no no nO NO NO NO!” you heard Mark yelling as you paused your conversation to follow the sounds into his recording room. You found Marks eyes frantically scanning his monitor, with one hand gripping his hair tight enough you were sure it was going to rip from his scalp. Although he’s known to scream and over react a lot, you felt like this was bad.

“Mark? What happened?” You poke your head round to see his computer.

“It fucking did it again! The files just aren’t saving right! Its all out of time and some are corrupted and this was a big enough deal without things going wrong!” You looked over the jumbled folders and placed a hand to your face, fully agreeing with Mark without having to say a word.

He sat back in his chair with his hands on his head, he giggled with stress.

“There’s no way we’re gonna be able to post it on time. There’s no fucking way. I told them a date, I told them it would be there. They’re gonna get mad.” He sat talking to himself, slowly losing sanity as you scrolled through the puzzling folders.

“Its okay, Mark. Its nothing we can’t fix. It’ll take some extra time to sync everything when editing and I’ll try salvage what I can from the lost files. It’ll be okay its not the end of the world.” You spoke calmly standing back from the monitor.

“But we don’t have extra time, Y/N. We have tomorrow and that is it. We cannot physically do that much in 6 hours.” He shook his head as he stressfully gestured to the PC.

“I can stay tonight, so you won’t be limited to the daytime tomorrow.” You spoke casually as the rest of the team turned to you as if you had lost your mind. 

“You were so tired you drank coffee. You’re Y/N. You don’t do coffee. You need your sleep, we can’t do this without you.” Mark spoke sincerely.

“I was tired because I haven’t been able to sleep for over four days, and I’m sure tonight is no exception. I’ve got nowhere to be, if I’m here I can edit and render everything so that all that is left to do tomorrow is upload.” You smiled.

You could see Mark wanted to convince you that you didn’t have to stay, but he was so thankful and wanted to jump at the chance. Before he could find the words, Amy chimed in.

“I can make you all the snacks and drinks and do what I can to help! It’ll be like a slumber party! But full of work and coffee. We’ll make it fun! and we can even watch movies and eat popcorn when we’re done if you can’t get any sleep” She smiled.

“Yeah I’ll stay too, the more of us editing the quicker it’ll be done, and I’m sure after a movie or two you’ll have dozed off.” Ethan chimed in, you internally laughed at the idea of sleep.

You worked into the night, with coffee and snacks bought in regularly by Amy, and with Ethan editing too, the problem was getting fixed faster than anticipated. When you finished rendering the video you had been working on, you realised there was nothing left to do. You tried killing time, looking at every last detail.

“Hey Y/N! You’re gonna hurt your eyes staring at the computer for much longer, we’ve set up a movie to help us wind down and then we should be able to get a good few hours nap.” Amy dragged you away from the monitor.

With some hot coco and the amount of pillows and blankets that Amy had put down you were practically laying on a cloud, staying awake deemed impossible. You turned to speak to Ethan but he had already drifted off, and with Amy taking Chica outside as she was whining, you had to pinch yourself. Your eyes felt like they were closing without your permission, your brain shutting down. 

You were dreaming again. You cursed to yourself as you must have fallen asleep. You knew this dream like a childhood movie, and it never ended well. As you walked down the hallway and the end got closer, you could hear what was happening round the corner, you braced yourself as it was all too familiar when you felt a hand grab yours and you were pulled into a side room.

Your body jerked as your eyes widened. You were awake, the dream had stopped, and Ethan was propped up on his elbows facing you, holding your hand. When he notices you’ve woken he apologises.
“Sorry, you were moving a lot and I thought maybe you were having a nightmare. Is this why you can’t sleep lately? You okay?” He asks with concern.

“Don’t apologise, yeah I’ve been having them all week. Keep waking up in a sweat. You actually helped me out a lot. Thank you.” You smile to him.

“You’re welcome. Try get some sleep, its been a long day.” He smiles as he strokes your thumb with his, and just before he lets go you speak.

Can you stay?” You paused as he froze and looked at you.
“Nothing has ever stopped my nightmares. But you did.” You plead, lightly holding his fingers.

“Yeah, of course.” He spoke softly as he laid next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and you felt his breath on the back of your neck.

“Thank you, Ethan”. You whispered as you snuggled up to the contact.

“You’re fine. I’m here.”


Summary: Dean likes to use Sam’s computer late into the night.  One morning, Sam stumbles upon something he never expected to see from Dean.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester; Becky (mentioned)

Word Count: 1454

Warnings: Some cursing, brotherly teasing, mention (but no depiction) of Wincest, bi Dean (or, at least, Dean exploring his sexuality)

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a while and what better day to finally put it out there than on Fanfic Author Appreciation Day!  No ship here and also no ship hate intended, I went with the canonical reaction to one of the fandom’s major ships.

This is dedicated to all the fangirls, fanboys, and fanpersons out there <3

Fanboy -

Sam pulled his laptop across the table from where Dean had been using it the night before.  He braced himself before he opened the computer; he’d been greeted by Dean’s porn more than once in the past.  Sam wasn’t against porn - not in the slightest - but he and his brother had very different tastes and, besides, 7:00 AM was far too early for X-rated videos, Sam thought (though he figured Dean would probably disagree).

Sam popped open the laptop and peeked at the screen.  It was, thankfully, just his mostly blank desktop wallpaper.  He still ran the daily virus check since he knew Dean had been up late using the computer.  He started the program and then made his way to the kitchen for some coffee and breakfast.

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A/N: So this is a super headcanon-y fic. I always thought that there should be some kind of side effect that happens when Bruce de-Hulks, so I researched radiation sickness and made that the side effect(s). Anyway, hope you enjoy my headcanons lol.

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Prompt: None

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: none except descriptive sickness I suppose


You began dating Bruce Banner four months ago. Everything was perfect. You were busy with work, and so was he. But somehow your free time always aligned with his. The free time was typically at night. Those times were spent snuggling and talking for hours about anything and everything.

But sometimes, you had days off from work, and you would go visit him in his lab. Tony was usually there, assisting Bruce with whatever project they were working on. And sometimes, when Tony slipped out the door, Bruce would tackle you with rough kisses and curious hands.

You had hoped that you would get one of those romantic surprise attacks today, but the Avengers received an emergency mission. Bruce didn’t know it was your day off. You had planned to drag him out into the beautiful daylight and have a picnic with food you made at home. Determined to still surprise your boyfriend, you patiently waited in his office, connected to the lab.

You knew about the Other Guy. Bruce often explained it as being part of Dissociative Identity Disorder and gamma radiation accident; the two factors combined turned him into the green “monster” he always despised. It worried you, though, to know that he went through massive amounts of stress to “be” the Hulk.

You had seen him turn into the Other Guy once. Bruce’s vocal cords shredded themselves as he let out screams of pain when his muscles grew and his skin greened. All you wanted to do was to be able to hold him in your arms and press kisses across his face.

As you waited for Bruce’s return, you sat in his office chair, spinning it around in boredom. Bruce had hundreds of papers in hundreds of folders on shelves. His desk was neatly organized, and you smiled at the photos on his desk. One was of him and his mother when he was a toddler. Another one was of the two of you on a date at the science museum; his lips were smushed against your cheek as you had reached out to take the photo on your phone. And his final photo was purely of you, laughing at whatever Bruce had said before the picture was taken. Your heart was warmed by Bruce’s office mementos.

And then your heart froze as you heard the same vocal cord shredding screams approaching the lab. You saw Steve Rogers dash into the lab and swipe everything off one of the tables.

“Bring him in here!” Steve yelled. “Clint and I can hold him down.”

You peeked towards the door and saw Tony and Clint drag Bruce in and drop him onto the table. Bruce, clad only in a spare set of pants that Tony had brought with them on the mission for the post-Hulk nudeness, was dripping in sweat. Odd amounts where it was already pooling on the table. His skin was illuminated with red burns and blisters.

You immediately sprinted into the lab and rushed to Tony’s side. “What the hell happened out there?!” You cried.

Tony’s breathing nearly stopped when he saw you, eyes popping out of his head. “(Y/N)! You’re not supposed to be here!” He exclaimed.

You grabbed Tony by the collar of his shirt. “What happened, Stark? You better tell me right now, or I’m gonna-“

“WHY IS SHE HERE?” You were cut off by Bruce’s crackled yell.

Bruce began to struggle against the hold of Steve and Clint, trying to get to you. Tony turned away from you and placed a gentle hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“Bruce, you need to calm down. You don’t need to Hulk-out again today.” He said sternly.

You walked over to Bruce’s head and cupped his face in your hands. “Bruce, sweetheart, I’m right here. What happened?” You whispered.

Clint had been staring at your lips, reading the words carefully. “Nothing happened, (Y/N)…don’t you know what’s going on?” He asked confused.

Tony shook his head. “No, she doesn’t. Bruce, here, wanted to keep it a secret from her.” Tony looked to Bruce. “How’s that working for ya now?”

Bruce let out another deafening yell of pain before his body began to shake violently. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while Clint and Steve rolled him onto his side.

“Oh, wow, way to avoid the question,” Tony mumbled.

You held your hands to your mouth, tears flowing down your cheeks. “TONY, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HIM?” You screamed.

Tony assessed the situation and grabbed a pillow from the couch in Bruce’s office, returning to place it between Bruce’s knees. “He’s having a seizure, can’t you see that?” He replied sharply.

Becoming more and more worried, you looked to sweet Steve, who you knew would tell you the truth if you threatened him. “Steve, if you don’t tell me what happened to Bruce out there, then you can say goodbye to-“ You began.

Steve looked at you with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), as much as I want to tell you, this needs to come from Bruce. Wait for him to wake up.” He responded.

Eventually, Bruce stopped seizing. His breaths were irregular, and the redness and blisters had increased on his skin. Tony reached over another table to grab a bucket and held it patiently.

“What’s that for?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” Was all Tony said.

Your heart seemed to ease when Bruce’s eyes fluttered open. Then, without missing a beat, Tony lunged forward with the bucket in his hand just as Bruce leaned over the side of the table and violently vomited. Steve and Clint took a step back, giving Bruce some air. After the vomiting spell ended, Tony looked to his coworkers.

“Well, that’s the end of the show. Tune back in next mission.” He said dryly.

Steve and Clint both nodded and headed out the door of the lab. Tony walked towards the chemical sink and cleaned out the bucket.

You looked to Bruce, who stared at you with dull eyes. You reached for his hand, noticing again the sweat running off his skin and onto the table. “Bruce, what happened to you.” You breathed with tears streaming furiously down your face.

Bruce inhaled roughly and squeezed your hand. “It’s radiation sickness.” He said.

You shook your head slightly, confused. “It’s…what? Radia-…how is that possible?” You questioned.

“It’s radiation sickness…from the gamma radiation accident I was in.” He responded.

“But I thought that’s why you turned into the Hulk? That’s what saved you right?” You questioned.

Bruce nodded weakly. “That’s true…but I didn’t escape the radiation that easily.” said. “Every time the Other Guy takes over, my body is invincible. But as soon as I take over my body again, I suffer from radiation sickness. Specifically, the radiation sickness that I would have suffered if I hadn’t turned into the Other Guy.” He explained.

You squeezed his hand tightly. “So you’re gonna die?” You cried, trembling slightly.

“No, darling, no. I’m not going to die.” He reassured you. “But every time I retake my body, I suffer from what I would have suffered…which is seizures, tremors, burns, fever, and vomiting.”

You felt sick just hearing about Bruce’s suffering. So all this time he was basically dying after he de-Hulked? “But it only lasts ten minutes?” You asked.

Bruce laughed dryly. “Yes. Because that’s how long I would have lived after I was exposed to the enormous amounts of radiation. It’s like a twisted ‘quid pro quo’ situation. I don’t die from radiation sickness, but I have to suffer from it every time I come back.” He explained.

You nodded weakly and brought his fingers to your lips. The redness and blisters had disappeared as if they were never there. The tremors in his arms and legs had ceased. He was still a little sweaty, but that was all.

“Bruce, why didn’t you tell me?” You breathed.

He sat up weakly, and you helped him stand to his feet in front of you. His arms wrapped around you in a desperately needed embrace. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…but I knew you would care too much. You would want me to stop aiding the other Avengers…”

“You’re damn right, I do.” You responded quickly.

Bruce sighed and kissed your forehead sweetly. “You know I can’t do that though.” He whispered.

You stared deeply into his eyes and raised your hand to caress his cheek. “I know, Bruce. I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

He nodded. “I understand. And I love you for that. I should have been honest with you instead of letting this be the way to the truth.” He laughed softly.

You giggled and placed your hands on his waist. “Yes, you should have.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow and smirked. “So why are you here, anyway?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed, “Today is my day off. I brought you lunch and thought we could go to the park down the block and have a picnic.”

Bruce grinned and squeezed you in a tight hug. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wonderful.” He said before holding his hands on your shoulders. “If you give me just a moment to find a shirt and some socks, we can still go.”

You smiled, finally relaxed again and happy that your boyfriend was safe and healthy. “That sounds great.” You said before walking towards his office.

Before you could walk through the doorway, Bruce snaked his arm around your waist and kissed your neck slyly. “Aaaaand I have the rest of the day off…so whenever we’re done with lunch, we can-“

You turned around and cut him off with a kiss. “That sounds even better.” You said before helping him find a shirt, noticing his devilish smile as he pulled on some clean socks.


Description: When Betty finds out that Jughead’s sister Jellybean is dying of an inoperable brain tumor, she enlists the help of her best friend (the reader) who just so happens to be a kickass Neurosurgeon.

Author’s Note: It’s been a hot minute since I wrote for Riverdale but I’m back! Both Betty and Jughead are adults in this fic as well as the reader if you couldn’t tell and I imagine Jellybean to be around 16. Anyways let me know what you think and if you want a part 2. Grey’s Anatomy greatly influenced this by the way.

Word Count: 2847


Betty checked her watch once again and sighed at the time. She was starting to get worried, Jughead was never late. If anything he tended to be a few minutes early to everything.

The blonde leaned back into the booth she was in all alone and took a long drawn out sip of coffee, savoring the bittersweet taste. She turned her head and looked out into rainy streets of Seattle, watching pedestrians rush to their destination while covering their heads with whatever they could get their hands on.

Betty was shook out of her reverie by the sound of a bell ringing above the door/ entrance to the coffee shop she was in. She saw her friend rush in frantically and look around before settling his eyes upon her.  He sighed in relief and started walking over to her.

“Hey sorry I’m late, I uh- lost track of time,” Jughead rushed out, sitting across from Betty. His dark hair was wet from the rain and sticking to his forehead messily.

Betty pursed her lips and studied Jughead’s demeanor. Something was off. The playful spark that usually adorned his crystal blue eyes was gone and replaced by complete and utter dullness. By now he’d usually make a sarcastic comment about something but… nothing.

“It’s fine Jughead. Don’t worry about it,” she replied waving her hand dismissively.

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Not without her (Barry Allen x Reader)

Fandom: The Flash TV Series (before flashpoint, because I’m still watching season 2, I am so late)
Pairing: Barry Allen x Metahuman!Reader + The Flash x Superhero!Reader
Summary: You’re Y/S/N, the famous telekinetic hero who works with The Flash. You are really close but you don’t know each other’s secret identities… yet.

Warnings: there’s a fire… is that a warning?
Word Count: 1485

A/N: Holy shit! Longest fic yet (I think it is the secon-third time I say this but it is true) I’ve been promising this fic for so long and finally I’m posting it. I’m thinking about writing a part 2. Any ideas? Yep, I accidently deleted this fic and now I’m posting it again. Huge shoutout to @creativeheartgemini who reblogged the fic, so I could copy/paste this “introduction”. And yes, this version is longer than the other. I altered a few things but the storyline is the same. Let me know what you think and I apologize for any grammatical errors that may occur.
Stay Cute, XP

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June 30: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Ten)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Ten)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, stranger to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 3973
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Prompt: This is late. I know. But here are some reasons why: Squidge moved in. The internet went down in my entire area. I was really tired yesterday. I was tired because I woke up sick today. I had tickets to see Carrie Hope Fletcher in Addams Family and I had to go to that. So here is it, a little after midnight UK time but… finished. It’s also the longest chapter so far so hopefully that makes up for it.

Also the exact nature of these plot points might have evolved in this chapter because I’m ill. Write what you know and all that. But the reason for the scenes stays the same I just changed the conditions they happened in. I actually prefer this so hey, there’s an upside to being ill.

FEDIJ Day: June 20

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25 jan 16’back 2 school advice

hiiiiiii it’s jess, and this is my first masterpost/advice post!! since i’m going back to school and starting 10th grade (sophomore year??) very soon, i have decided to share some of my tips + advice for the new school year :]


p.s; in australia, high school is from grade 7-12.

001; be nice  —

  • omg be a nice person please!! treat others like how you would want to be.
  • smile @ students/teachers when you see them, even if you don’t know them & who cares if they don’t smile back??
  • popularity doesn’t matter. popularity doesn’t matter.
  • i know it can be a bit daunting, but talk to people and be genuine !!!

002; organisation —

  • stay organised so you can meet your deadlines and remember important events!! 
  • use a binder and label different sections with tabs
  • invest on a planner, start a bullet journal, download an app or use a calendar or even printables!! trust me, any of these will make your life so much easier!
  • make sure you have spare pens/pencils !!!
  • clean out folders once a month
  • make to do or assignments list
  • make sure you always have a clean study space

003; change your mindset —

  • changing your perspective on things can make a huge difference
  • change your study habits and see how you can improve in different things, because there is always room for improvement!!

004; set goals —

  • setting goals gives you long term vision and short term motivation
  • goals are the fuel that will drive you forward 
  • if you want something, don’t just wait for it. go out and make a change
  • if you want to get an A? thEN GET AN A!! WORK HARD & PROVE OTHERS WRONG.
  • reward achievements !

005; friendships —

  • trust me when i say this, your friend group from the first year of hs will change. you will learn who your true friends are throughout the years.
  • let go of toxic people!! they will only make you feel bad about yourself 
  • be friends with people who support & care about you; choose wisely.

006; get involved —

  • join clubs or your school sports team!! you can meet new people and spend time with them, doing what you love!
  • you will meet a diverse group of people
  • extra curricular activities look good on your resume
  • go to school sport games and have fun w friends!!

007; homework —

  • do it asap !!! 
  • don’t procrastinate, the longer you put off work, the harder it will get
  • procrastination leads you to rush tasks, so you’ll have less time to do it and it might not be to the best of your ability

008; teachers + classes —

  • please respect + be nice to your teachers !!!
  • if you don’t understand something, ask them
  • don’t be afraid to ask!! its their job to teach you
  • be punctual!
  • be an active student! participate in class discussions- ask or answer questions

009; exams / studying —

  • stay disciplined.
  • review and revise.
  • use different study methods e.g. practice tests, flash cards, mind maps
  • take breaks, stay hydrated and have small snacks!!
  • over learn the material !! never underestimate a test
  • once you’ve finished exams, treat yo self!!! maybe buy cute lil stationery that you’ve had your eye on
  • be gentle with yourself, don’t get to stressed and don’t overload yourself w work
  • choose a working environment that is tidy and quiet. make sure you have no distractions!
  • hard work pays off!!!!

010; GOOD LUCK !!!

i really hope you guys enjoy this! feel free to message me or request anything here, i love u all 💖✨

Glide (Mulligan x Reader) Part 2

Words: 1500+

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: i tried to stop myself from making this longer than 2 parts but i can’t help it. ugh. and my computer keeps on fighting me so there’s that. this took longer than it should have to post my dudes

Part 1 

He slowly back away from you, panic on his face. You took a step forward, but he held up his hands, not wanting you to go any further.

“Y/N, what are you?” He said, and you were taken aback. He was speaking to you like you were some sort of creature. You could not help but frown at his question. You knew it was strange, the things that you could do. But you never thought he would treat you like this.

You thought you knew him better.

“What are you even saying? I’m me, I’m a human being. Just because I can do these things, does not mean you have the right to treat me like dirt.” He widened his eyes at your response. You turned around, and began walking away.

Luckily, only Hercules saw what happened. Maybe you could go to another town before he told anyone about you. It would be hard to get another job, since you’ve been in NYC for so long, but it would have to do.

You felt fingers wrap around your forearm. You looked back, seeing Hercules. “What? Aren’t I some creature?” You hissed, and Mulligan shook his head.

“No, that’s not what I was saying. I meant to say, are you evil or good? I watched too many superhero movies, so I need to know. I don’t want to date a woman who kills people.” Mulligan stated, looking at you seriously. You widened your eyes, and snickered.

“Are you being serious? Good or evil?” He didn’t answer, continuing to stare at you. You laughed, shaking your head. “There’s no such thing as good and evil. There’s no superhero or villains, Herc. It’s just me, the same girl, just with some bonus points. Well, I take that back. The powers are kind of a headache.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

He grinned, pulling you into his arms. You froze, confused. “Then, I can thank you for saving me.” He said, holding you tightly. You couldn’t help but laugh, pressing your face against his chest.

“Mull, you’re ridiculous.”

“And you have superpowers. What else can you do?” He asked. You looked up, seeing the man in the truck stirring. You pulled out of Mulligan’s arms, walking quickly away.

“I’ll show you, but not out here. I’ll take you to my house.” You replied, and he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Already? On the first date?”

“Shut up.”


You and Herc sat in your living room. You put a container of water and a folder on the table in front of you. He watched anxiously, and you put your hand up, the water rising out of the plastic. He widened his eyes, watching the water move in the air. You smiled at his reaction, and pointed your finger towards him, and water splashing on his face.

“What the-“ He cursed, standing up quickly. You laughed, holding your stomach. He looked at you, a smile appearing on his face. “You’re an asshole.”

“Hey, you wanted to see what I could do. That doesn’t come without a price. Okay look, sit down.” He frowned at you, and you patted the chair. Sighing, he sat down. You touched his cheek. The water evaporated quickly, his face becoming dry again. He touched your hand, a crooked smile on his face. You let go quickly, blush appearing on your face.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” You shrugged, glancing at the folder on the table. Grinning at him, you held up your hand, it disappearing through the folder, and appearing on the other side. He reached out to touch it, but you pulled your hand back quickly.

“The only time going through objects is useful is when I forgot my keys. Other than that, it’s pointless. But yes, that’s all I can do, I think. I never tried jumping off a building or running into a wall. Besides that, I think I covered all my bases.”

“Does anyone else know?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“The last time I told someone they freaked out, and I had to move. Everyone was becoming suspicious of me, so that’s why I’m here now.” He nodded, his eyes looking at the table.

“You know, I’m not going to do that. You are amazing woman; these things are just a part of you. I won’t tell anyone.” He stated, looking back at you. “You could trust me.” You cleared off the stuff on the table, carrying it to the kitchen. Mulligan followed behind you. “I still have a question, does anyone else have these abilities?”

“No idea. I didn’t see Superman in the news lately, and no villains have tried to kill me, so I think I’m one of very few.” You opened your cabinet, taking out two cups. “Lemonade?” He nodded, leaning against the counter. You poured the juice, and he watched you. After a few moments of being stared at, you laughed, looking at him. “What?”

“You’re beautiful.” He said, a sparkle in his eyes. You looked away from him, putting the juice back in the fridge. “It’s remarkable how you could do these things, and I’m just ordinary. I’m just your average Joe.” He whispered, looking at his hands. “These hands could only stitch.”

“Herc, you are amazing. No one could make an outfit design as fast as you, no one has your kind, understanding personality. You are you, and there is nothing that would change that. Don’t treat yourself that way.” You replied, holding the cup out to him. He took it, staring at the juice inside.

“Another question.” He looked at you, and you nodded, sipping on your drink. It was not a surprise that he was so curious, you would have done the same in his position. “Do you save people? Are you a hidden hero?” You almost choked, coughing loudly.


“Do you run around in a spandex and rescue cats from trees or take people out of burning buildings?”

“No. I don’t want anyone to know about me, and doing that would kind of mess up my plan, Herc. And you know how quickly they would find me? Cops aren’t as stupid as in the movies.” You placed your cup on the counter. He was still leaning, thinking.

Who knew that your crush would be sitting in your apartment? You stared at his muscular arms, looking at the veins raised on his skin. Why did he hide his arms in long sleeves all the time? You regretted not being able to see this until now. You glanced back up at him, seeing smirk forming on his lips.

You turned away quickly, cursing at yourself for getting caught admiring him.

“Y/N, you know, I could help you make an outfit. Since I’m a designer.” You chortled at his offer, shaking your head.

“No thanks, Herc. There’s soldiers and police officers and other people who can do that. I’m just a girl who happens to be able to pick up things and go through stuff.”

“You make yourself sound so dull.”

“Aren’t I?” You looked back at him, and he raised his eyebrows. Goodness, why was he so handsome? You were barely able to concentrate around him. You looked at the time, seeing that it was already three in the morning. “Herc, do you want to stay over? It’s late. I could bring out some blankets and you could sleep in my room. I could take the couch.” He shook his head at your suggestion.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I took your bed? But it’s okay, I’ll get going, since you want me to leave so badly.” He joked, and you tensed up. He grabbed his jacket and bag off the couch, walking to the door.

“No, I didn’t mean that. I just looked at the time and-“

“It’s fine, Y/N, I was kidding,” He opened the door to your apartment. Before leaving, he turned, looking down at your lips, “besides, I won’t be able to go to sleep while I’m here. I won’t be able to stop myself.”

For crying aloud, why did you not go on this date sooner? You were trying to stop the vulgar images that flashed through your mind, cursing at yourself for being such a pervert. He grinned at your blood-rushed cheeks, placing his hand on the doorknob.

“Goodnight, Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed your cheeks, and walked down the hallway, leaving you standing there.

Good grief.

You closed your door, locking it. You turned around, coming face to face with a tall man. His hair was curly, pointing in various directions. Immediately, you began throwing up your hands. He grabbed you by the throat, picking you off the floor. You struggled, gasping at the loss of hair.

He grinned at your fruitless efforts, pushing you against the wall. You tried to raise your arm, but he put his hand out, and you suddenly could not move yours. You gasped, barely able to say a word.

“Who?” Was all you could say, and he smirked.

“See you soon, Y/N.” Your oxygen loss was too much, and you passed out.