half of it was on my ipad

University classes are a monster you can’t prepare for until you’re in them. I have been through every up and down with schoolwork possible in the past year, so here are some tips that can hopefully help you avoid those downs:

Choosing and Registering for Your Classes

  • Make sure to thoroughly check both your major requirements and your gen ed requirements. Normally, you’ll have an advisor to help you make sure you’re on track, but Vandy doesn’t assign first-year engineering students one until after registration when school starts, and I didn’t have an advisor for this year’s registration either due to my major change, so I’ve spent hours and hours doing this on my own. There’s often recommended courses and example schedules in the course catalog that tell you what classes you should be taking at this point in time. Pay attention to that and you should be fine. For example, you have to have taken a first-level writing class to qualify for junior standing here. Those are the little things you have to look out for. To keep track of it all, I have a spreadsheet I use for planning my sophomore - senior years that lists all the requirements I need to meet in terms of hours and courses in order to graduate on time. I plug in possible courses and see which requirement they would fulfill and when. You can check it out here to see what I mean, it’s very helpful.
  • Find at least one fun elective to take if at all possible. It gets very tiring when all you have on your schedule are really difficult classes that you don’t enjoy. Try to find at least one class that you’re genuinely interested in to help get you excited for the day. Each of my last semesters, my schedule consisted of a calculus class, a lab science, a comp sci class, and Italian. Italian was the only fun one that I enjoyed going to. It really helps you out. You’re not just in college to get your degree, you’re there to discover what you really want to do, so feel free to explore your catalog and take something completely out of character just because you want to. Bonus if it fills some kind of requirement (Italian filled my Foreign Language Proficiency and one of my International Cultures reqs.).
  • Have multiple versions of your schedule based on which classes you may or may not get into. I don’t know about your school, but at Vanderbilt, class registration is literally like the Hunger Games. You’re assigned an enrollment date based on your year (seniors get to go first, then juniors, etc.) and at 8 am on that day, you refresh the website and either enroll in your classes or get placed on the wait list for it. If you’re a freshman, you’re basically screwed because you go last, and so you could have planned out your perfect schedule only to find they’ve all filled up the day before your enrollment period starts. To avoid having to scramble, have multiple versions of your schedule, with back ups and substitutions for every class. This way, you won’t be surprised when you go to enroll and all but one of your classes are filled, then you have to search for other classes, but at that point, all that’s left are scraps that don’t fit your requirements. Plan plan plan and practice clicking the enroll button on all your classes as fast as you can for when the clock strikes 8.
  • You have freedom over your schedule now; take advantage of that! No more 8-3 Monday through Friday; you can take classes whenever you want. I prefer to have all my classes on MWF in a block of a few hours and only one or no class on TR. Of course, sometimes you’re going to have to take classes at less optimal times, but do try to accommodate yourself and take classes at times you know will be good for you. Lots of people prefer to start early and finish early, while I like to start no earlier than 11, even if I don’t finish until 5. The best part of college is you can do what you want.
  • Don’t take 8 ams. I’m repeating this cause it’s important. I swear, you’ll regret it. In high school, I woke up every morning early as hell to catch my bus at 6:30, but in college, it was nearly impossible for me to get up for my 11 am only three times a week. Don’t ever take an 8 am by choice. And if you have no choice, good luck lol.
  • Don’t be afraid to drop a class. If you’re doing terribly in a class or you absolutely can’t stand it, drop the class. There’s a very little chance that if you’re failing during the first half of the semester, you’ll be able to change your grade dramatically in the second half. Maybe you decided to be an overzealous freshman and signed up for the maximum number of hours possible and now you’re drowning. Drop a class! Sometimes, a course is going to do more harm to you than good, so it’s best to get rid of it than have an F or a W on your transcript.
  • Use RateMyProfessor! I totally forgot about this when I originally posted this and it’s already got almost 1,000 notes but hopefully people see this. RateMyProfessor is so fucking useful. It’s IMPERATIVE that you check this website before you enroll in classes. Someone at Vandy actually made a Chrome extension for our enrollment website that automatically shows a professor’s ranking while you’re looking for classes. Obviously, take it with a grain of salt, and make sure the reviews actually make valid points about the workload and class and isn’t just someone bitter about failing. I took calc with a professor who taught at my high school just cause she taught at my high school even though her reviews said she was insanely difficult and the class was near impossible to pass. Guess what? They were right and I failed as did a big chunk of everyone else in her class. You don’t have to let RMP dictate your schedule, but definitely check it out, and if everyone says the professor is awful, don’t fucking take them. 

Attending Your Classes

  • Establish a connection with your professor early. I recommended introducing yourself on the first day of class just so they know your name and face in another post. It’d be even better to attend an office hour or review session or something. Just make sure they know you. It’ll be easier to communicate when you need something later in the semester if it isn’t their first time seeing you.
  • Actually use this connection with your professors. In my experience, they can be pretty understanding and when you’re in a bad place, they’ll likely help you out. If something is preventing you from doing your best in class, go to them for help (I didn’t go to many office hours but I wish I did! Who better to explain to you something you don’t understand than the person who grades you on it?) or explain to them your situation. I had professors let me take tests late and redo assignments due to my mental health after I explained to them I wasn’t just a terrible student; if it wasn’t for this, I would’ve failed all of their classes. Maybe at the end of the semester they’ll drop one of your wonky grades or bump you up that extra half point you need. Your professors are a resource, and it’s up to you to use it.
  • Take notes however you want. I used my laptop in some, paper in others, and even my iPad and a stylus for calculus. In all of your classes will be a mixture of different techniques and no one cares what you do. Whatever works best for you and helps you get down the most information is what you should do. Also, you don’t have to write down everything. If your professor uses slides and posts them for you to download, you don’t really have to write down anything at all unless they add extra points, so that’s really convenient. 
  • You don’t have to sit in the front. As long as you can see and hear, which you’ll likely be able to due to large projection screens and microphones, it literally doesn’t matter where you sit. In my experience, the professors call on people from every part of the lecture hall, so everyone gets an equal chance at participation. It’s up to yourself to make sure you can pay attention, not your seat.
  • Do your best to attend every single class meeting. It’s inevitable that you’re going to miss class at some point; you will get sick, you won’t have finished an assignment, you’ll need a mental health day, something will happen. Missing class can too easily become a habit if you do it often, so try to never do it. Don’t force yourself to go if you can’t handle it, obviously your health always comes first, but I mean don’t skip cause you want to sleep in or cause you just don’t feel like going. If you do have to miss class and 1) you have a good reason for it (i.e. sickness) and 2) it’s a class small enough that your professor will notice you’re not there, email them and let them know why, just so they’re aware you’re not just skipping to skip.  
  • Try to make friends in your classes. A little study group would be even better. It’ll be really useful to have someone who can help you with a homework question you don’t understand or send you their notes when you miss a class. It can also be great to study with other people, depending on how you study best. I’ve had friends in all my classes so far and it’s been a great help, even if we just complained about the test we just failed then went to get pizza.

Tackling the Coursework

  • Make a REALISTIC study schedule. The key word here is realistic. During winter break I made a study schedule that started with me waking up at 8 am every morning to go work out and ended with me going to sleep promptly at 11 or midnight after spending literally the entire day studying with breaks only for meals. No breaks on weekends, no room to socialize, and I thought this would be perfectly fine for me to follow. Of course, I didn’t last a week because that was fucking ridiculous. You don’t need to schedule every hour of your day; college doesn’t work like that. Just do something simple, an hour for a class or maybe less depending on how hard it is and if you have a test coming up. Trust your instincts. There’s no need to go overboard, and you don’t need to spend six hours a day working, just dedicate a time to studying and stick with that.
  • Explore study techniques until you find one that works for you. Everyone doesn’t study the same, so if you do what everyone else is doing you might not get the results you want. Even if you had a great system in high school, it might not be fitting for college, so check out a bunch of different methods and see how you do with them. Once you find the best way you study, you’ll be unstoppable when exam time comes.
  • Start your assignments early, as soon as you can after they’re assigned. There’s nothing worse than having a bunch of assignments/tests/papers due on the same day and you haven’t finished any of them. Trust me, it is so much less stressful to complete an assignment as soon as you can after it’s been assigned so you don’t have to worry about it anymore. Putting things off has much more severe consequences than it did in high school and you will regret procrastinating. If you have a weekly assignment due every Friday, try to complete them by Wednesday every week. At the very least, start an assignment the day you get it even if you can’t finish it that day. It’s a lot easier to do something after you’ve already begun working on it, and that one thing you do is progress.
  • The name of the college game is prioritization. If college teaches you anything, it’s how to prioritize your duties. You need to create a hierarchy of importance for your classes and types of assignments. For me, calculus assignments were always done first because that was the most difficult class and the one I absolutely needed to pass, and Italian was always done last cause it was my easiest class and I could complete even our biggest assignments in one day. You’re going to have a very large amount of work and sometimes you have to sacrifice finishing a small homework assignment to finish a huge paper or study for an exam. I liked to complete my hardest/longest assignments right when I got back from class to get them over with and leave my easier ones for later. Prioritizing is essential if you want to succeed in university, so learn how to do it immediately! 
  • Remember that uni is really difficult and your grades don’t define you. Something I learned the hard way is that sometimes you can try really really hard, do the best you can, and still fail. That’s just life. Sometimes you have to do something a million times before you get it right, or before you discover that it just isn’t right for you at all. I worked harder than I ever had this past year, and what I got in return was two failed classes, two D’s, academic probation, and a 2.3 GPA. Actually, my current GPA isn’t even a 2.3, it’s a 2.295, which is probably blasphemy to the studyblr community, but this shit happens. It happens to all of us and it sucks. It can be really shitty to feel like your effort wasn’t reflected in your result. What you need to do is adjust your expectations and keep working hard. After you hit your stride, your grades could be great in no time. Or you could discover that math or science or english just isn’t for you. Maybe you’ll discover university as a whole isn’t right for you, and that’s okay! Bad grades, whether you define that as a B or an F, don’t mean you’re a bad student or a bad person. You do what you can, and then let go of what you can’t control. The sooner you grasp this idea, and the sooner you learn to be gentle with yourself, the easier a time you’ll have.

So I feel like I forgot a lot of things but also this is pretty long so I’m going to end the post here. If you have any further questions or topics for a post you’d like to see, my inbox is always open. I don’t know which post is coming next, but I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for reading and I hope this helped you out!

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Smooches.

Garcia Flynn. Question his methods, but don’t doubt his motives for a second. For @qqueenofhades - this is all your fault!  Tagging @garciiaflynn as well. 

So my lock screen collage was much better well received than I was expecting so, since so many of you liked it and since it is a certain Mr. Scientia’s birthday ‘today’ (an hour off in my timezone but its the 7th elsewhere in the world rn so who the fuck cares  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) I am sharing my non-lock screened version for all of y’all because everyone needs a beautiful phone to wake up to in the morning. 

Tumblr is probably going to bollocks up the picture so here is an imgur link to it.  It was made for iPhone 7 plus resolution (1080x1920) so it should scale to any other size nicely.  

Since it didn’t take half as long as I expected I am also tempted to do one for my ipad so they can match once I have had the chance to get onto my platstation and rummage for even more screenshots for the bigger size (ahahaha i say this like I might not have enough ahahahahahaha I have enough to sink the titanic all over again….) If I do you can be sure I will share that as well o/

Foxes as shit that I've done

neil: raced my sister to the door of the cabin we were working at, rolled my ankle and the next day moved 13 girls trunks out of the cabin, carried a podium, and walked up and down a hill three times before someone made me sit down. My ankle was huge and purple and I still tried to get back up. #imfine

andrew: walked out of a class after ten minutes bc we had done the in class assignment used to count attendance. When stopped at the door by the teacher asking if I was coming back replied “nope” and then continued walking out.

allison: when one of my friends texted the group chat with “I have big news!” I immediately created a separate group text with half of the group making bets on what the news was.

nicky: tripped on a set of stairs, rolled bc my hands were full had a guy half way catch me: after i had already caught myself, set down the iPad, and maintained a death grip on my phone. Was too proud of not breaking anything to be embarrassed.

kevin: vomited on a public bar and then laid in a public bathroom still vomiting and apparently walked around with my shorts unzipped and unbuttoned for a period of time on Halloween

Seth: once out of boredom and loyalty I told a friend that this girl I didn’t like was talking her to her ex and lying to her about it. Watched her take the BITCH DOWN laughed

Dan: met a girl before going out one night. The girl proceeded to get completely wasted and disappeared from the group. Spent an hour looking for her. Bc I may not know you, but you are now my responsibility little dumpster fire. Now drink some water.

Aaron: once my brother rubbed the inside roof of the car (I HATE that noise) and I turned looked him dead in the eye and said “I wish you had never been born” I was 13 he was 7. But that little shit KNEW

Renee: directly from my iPod in my car listened to “Burning in my soul” and then “one eyed girl” by Florence & the machine bc I love Jesus but also boinches better not cross me ok. Ok.

Matt: confuse people on the reg of whether I love my best friend or am in love with my best friend. When questioned respond both and begin listing off all their most amazing qualities bc everyone should be so blessed to know them
*bonus: cry every time I listen the the Moana soundtrack lbr that movie has all the feels

Bonus- Jeremy: once made all of my friends ride on the mall carousel bc I was feeling extra and look so pretty. We were 15

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Art School | Jenna Blazevich (Chicago,IL)

Designer and founder of Vichcraft Design Studio, Jenna Blazevich took the road less travelled–by ditching an offer to work her dream job–to pursue her own passion and creative freedom. Jenna’s designs are bold, clean and smart as well as technically and aesthetically masterful. Vichcraft Design Studio has allowed her to bring feminist works to the forefront, creating a  platform for important issues and topics. We’re so excited to have her on board for another year of Babes Ride Out, where she has designed a custom skate deck to be raffled off at the Babes East Coast event. In our latest Q&A, Jenna talks about how Vichcraft came about, gives us insights into running a business, and shares with us what she’s most excited about for this year’s 2017 Babes Ride Out! 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

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Tyler Seguin - Projects (Requested)

Originally posted by schneiderforpresident

A/N: This was brought to you by my very own blended gin which I named Felix Felicis. I apologize in advance for typos but it shouldn’t be too bad. I know it’s not exactly what was asked in the request but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t similar to the Strome one I wrote that had a similar request. 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 900

Request: can you do a tsegs imagine where you’re upset and stressed about university and he comforts you and just really kissy and cuddly and talks about how much he loves you


“I’m never going to get a degree” you mumbled to yourself as you looked at the books spread across your kitchen table. End of semester plus period pains made you a moody mess who didn’t really feel like studying anymore. You decided to reward yourself with a break and joined Tyler on the couch where he was watching some TV.

“How’s the essay going?” he said as he moved so you could tuck yourself into his side. 

“I hate school” you mumbled “and my insides are trying to kill me”

“Do you need anything? Tylenol? Hot water bottle?” Tyler asked.

“I took some already I’m just waiting for it to kick in and also trying to avoid my responsibilities. As for the water bottle, you’re just as a hot,” you said and snuggled in closer.

“Use me all you want baby,” Tyler said with a grin and turned back to the TV. “Do you want to watch this or something else?” he asked as he reached out to get the remote off the coffee table. 

“This is fine” you yawned “if I fall asleep wake me up in half an hour please, I really need to get back to writing,” you said as you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest. You were out a couple minutes later and Tyler wasn’t far behind you. When you finally did wake up it was dark outside.

“Oh my god,” you said and scrambled out of Tyler’s arms which rustled him awake. 

“What? What? Where’s the fire?” Tyler said in a small panic as his eyes searched the room for the threat. 

“We both fell asleep,” you said as you looked at the time on your phone and groaned. You had less than 5 hours before you had to hand in the paper you had barely started. 

“Shit sorry babe” he muttered as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. 

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I should have set an alarm,” you answered as you started your coffee machine, it was going to be a long night. Once your coffee was ready you put your earphones on and dove into your work. You saw out of the corner of your eye that Tyler was getting ready for bed. He let Cash and Marshall out one last time and headed upstairs. You figured he would wait up in bed but you didn’t expect him to come back with an extra one of his hoodies in his hands, which he handed to you.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he took a seat at the table and opened one of your books.

“I know you have a lot of work to do and I might not be able to help much but I’ll sit here and support you if you need it” he smiled and went back to looking through your book.  You just smiled and went back to your computer, slipping Tyler’s sweater on. It was moments like this that made the hectic hockey life with Tyler worth it, he was worth it.  

Two hours in and you were starting to get tired, you just wanted this assignment to be over. You had already bargained with yourself and calculated the grade you needed in order to pass the class. Tyler also started pacing in the kitchen and bringing you snacks and water to keep you going. 

“Can I do anything to help you?” Tyler asked when he noticed the frustration was getting to you. 

“Can you work on my bibliography please?” you asked.

“Yeah just tell me what to do,” he said and grabbed the IPad from the kitchen counter. You explained to him what you needed and he went right to work.
Another hour later and you only had your conclusion left but the words were starting to blur in front of you. 

“This stopped making sense half an hour ago” you sighed in frustration and ran your hands through your hair. 

“Do you want me to read through it?” Tyler offered. He had finished the bibliography earlier and was now flipping through articles online. 

“Yes please,” you said and turned your screen to him.  It took him about twenty minutes to run through the paper and you saw him nod or occasionally changed a word or two, sometimes a small smile would spread on his lips. 

“Okay so after reading this I can say you’re the brains in this relationship. I don’t know much about the subject but the sentences make sense. Had a couple typos here and there but you’re so smart baby this is really good” Tyler said and passed the laptop back to you.  

“Thank you,” you said and blushed a little. Tyler always said he was proud of you but this was the first time he got really involved in your school work.
After another half an hour the paper was finally done, you looked at it one more time before submitting it. 

“Alright let’s go to bed,” Ty said with a yawn and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the table.

“Yeah, bedtime” you agreed and followed Ty up to your bedroom. 

“My little smarty pants, I love you so much,” Tyler said once you were both lying in bed. 

“I love you too, thanks for all your help tonight,” you said. 

“Anytime,” he answered and pulled you to his chest.

                                                                                                                NaNa

I opened my eyes but quickly closed them back shut as I let out a groan.

The sunlight that stared back at me was an instant reminder that it was a new day. I squeezed my eyes tightly together as I could feel them filling up with water. Since the day I came home from the hospital I have been glued to my bed. I felt like my entire soul was gone, I was physically here but not mentally. Every single day I just laid here and cried until my eyes hurt. This had became my life for the pass two months. Every day I dreamed about what Gummy Bear would have looked like. I wondered how his little laugh would sound or how it would feel when his tiny little fingers would hold on to mine. What I wouldn’t give to feel him kicking me like a soccer player like he did almost everyday. I pulled myself out of bed to take a much needed shower which I hoped would make me feel better but deep down inside I knew it wouldn’t.

As I looked over at my night stand I saw a cup of strawberries, a Starbucks iced coffee, and a note.

It was from Nazar, he let me know he had to run out and would be back soon. I knew when he didn’t mention exactly what he had to run out for it was because it had something to do with the kids. Ever since we lost Bear he tried to avoid bringing up Jaz and Major around me. I knew deep down it was because their mother was the cause behind this shit happening to me. The thought of her made my blood boil. I was instantly so mad it felt like you could see steam coming from my fucking head.

I continued on to my bathroom to take my shower so I could calm down.

After I was finished I made my way to Bear’s room like I did everyday.

I looked at the paint swatches Bee and I had painted before I took a seat on the floor. I tried to keep myself together but I couldn’t as I broke down crying.

I let out a gut wrenching scream as I cried so hard it felt like I was going to throw up. I stayed this way for over 25 minutes until I could somewhat calm myself down. 15 minutes later I heard my doorbell but didn’t bother to move.

I continued to sit there with tears running down my face. The person at my door would not lay off my bell but I didn’t care. I had a good idea that it was probably Bee but I wasn’t in the mood today at all for any visitors. She came by to see me everyday but Nazar was always here to let her in. After a few more minutes the door bell stopped.

As I continued to cry I knew I couldn’t do this anymore. Being here in this house was killing me on the inside. Nazar brought up moving a few days after I came home from the hospital but I never gave him an answer. Deep down it was because I knew us moving wouldn’t fix anything. I knew what I needed and it couldn’t be done with Nazar. I needed time to be alone to heal for myself. I loved Nazar and would do anything for him but I couldn’t be here with him anymore. Just Jaz and Major alone was a constant reminder of what they mother had done to me. Lord knows how much I love those kids but I didn’t want to start to turn mean against them because of their fucked up ass mother. In the space I am in that was liable to start to happen. It hurt me like shit just to think about Nazar and I not being together but I knew it was what I needed to do in order to get back to that happy place with myself again. I wiped my tears as I got up to start packing as much things as I could while hoping Nazar wouldn’t come back before I was finish.

Two hours later I was done as I headed back in the house to write Nazar a letter before I left.

After I was finished I slipped my engagement ring off and placed it on the counter. I grabbed my bag as I tried to hold back the tears that were now taking over my eyes. I was literally walking away from the life I had grown to love for the pass two years.

                                                                                                                Nice

It was after 9:00 at night when I pulled up into my driveway and right away I noticed NaNa’s truck was gone. I had tried calling her several times throughout the day but she never answered. Lyyn had called and told me she stopped by earlier but NaNa wouldn’t answer the door for her. Lyyn knew she was home because both of her cars were still in the driveway. I activated my car voice call and told it to call her. This time I was met with her voicemail, I pressed end and let out a deep breathe as I got out. When I made it through the door I headed to the kitchen to put down the food I had picked up for dinner. 

As I turned the corner NaNa’s ring and a piece of paper caught my attention.

Yo what the fuck.

I said to myself as I put the bag down and picked up what was a letter.

Nazar………………………….. I don’t even know how to start this shit off. I feel hella fucked up for leaving you like this with a letter. Nazar I love you with every inch of my heart know that but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t continue on like this. Everyday I open my eyes I feel like I’m dying on the inside and no matter how many tears I shed it doesn’t make me feel better, it doesn’t bring Bear back. I need time to myself and to heal. As much as I wish I could, I can’t do this and build with you together. When you asked me about moving I knew then deep down inside that moving wasn’t the answer, it wouldn’t fix this. I know you’re going to be mad with me for not saying anything but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I feel like you feel like the woman you fell in love with is floating away. You don’t have to tell me, I see it in your eyes everyday as you watch me sink in our bed. Please don’t try to pursue me Nazar. I don’t know where this is going to lead us but I can only hope it’s somewhere good in the future. If it happens to not be and you find somebody new, that’s okay. No matter what happens please know I will never forget you and will always love you.                                                                                  
                                               Sincerely, 
                                                    Natalia 

I reread her letter 3 times and each time I got more pissed off. I took a seat at the island as a single tear ran down my face.

My mind raced as I sat silent for what seemed like hours. For two fucking months I begged her to talk to me. I fucking begged her to tell me how she was feeling and not fucking once did she say this shit to me. I’m hurting just like she’s hurting but I wouldn’t dare walk away from her, that shit never even crossed my mind. It fucked me up to know she felt like she was dying on the inside and she couldn’t get through this with me. In the two years Natalia and I have been together I have given her nothing short of my all. I have never loved another woman outside of my mother the way I loved Natalia and it pissed me off how she just walked away like we were not in this together. It kills me everyday just to walk pass Bear’s room door and know he will never be coming home. My chest heaved up and down as all the anger and emotions I had pent up came to surface. In one swift motion I knocked everything off the counter on to the floor.

I grabbed a bottle of Hennessy from the cabinet and knocked half of it back.

I welcomed the burning sensation as it moved down from my chest and started to warm my body. Everything in the house reminded me of Natalia. The warm vanilla scent she loved filled my nose as if she was standing right in front of me. Some of her shoes and handbags were still spread throughout the house.

I leaned back against the wall not realizing I was pressing against the iPad that controlled everything in the house until the fire place lit up and the stereo started playing.

It just so happened to be one of Natalie’s favorite songs by Anthony Hamilton that was playing. The more I listened to the words the more the shit was describing my life at the moment. Out of nowhere I hurled the bottle at the stereo making it hit the floor and the glass shatter.

I slid down to the floor, I could now hear Natalia’s screams echoing through my head.

The gut wrenching screams and cries she let out after she found out Bear didn’t make it would forever be in my head. Everybody in the hospital room that night was at a loss for words. She kept asking her mother why, why did it have to be her. Not even Ms. Italy could find the words to say as she climbed into her hospital bed and held her until she fell asleep. Since Bear was stillborn we were offered by the hospital for them to bury him but I wasn’t having it. I made sure to give Bear the proper burial and had a beautiful headstone made for him. Natalia didn’t want to see Bear but I did have the hospital take pictures in case she ever changed her mind. She had said she rather wonder what Bear would have looked like verses seeing him laying there lifeless. Instantly the photos of Bear’s tiny little body laying there took over my head and all I could see was red. I had been looking high and fucking low for Taysha’s ass and it was like this bitch had skipped off the face of the fucking earth. I had never hated a bitch in my entire life the way I hated Taysha. I couldn’t even fathom that this bitch was my kids mother. Like what the fuck was I on when I slept with her ass. I couldn’t wait for the moment when I found her and put a bullet through this bitch skull. Enraged I started knocking and pushing over anything I could get my hands on.

Next think I knew in one swift motion I was punching a hole in the wall before I grabbed my keys and left back out.

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> ARTSYROBO’S REDBUBBLE SHOP!

Hey you! I have a ton of products up on RedBubble now! So much so that I can’t post even half of them here. So here’s just one of the 7 collections I  have there.
ANIME COLLECTION
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I did this as a traditional colour pencil piece half a year ago and I said I’d do a digital version. Well, here it is six months later…

This was all done and posted on an iPad so excuse the saturation.

I really want to have it as an animated movie exactly this style. I’m also personally proud of the tagline. Why didn’t Bethesda use it? Can I trademark it?

secretagentofcaos  asked:

My young cat has an obsession with chewing to destruction expensive power cords. She's killed at least three laptop and three ipad power cords and she's only a year and a half old. I try to keep cords covered at all times, but a moment's distraction is enough. Any advice on how to keep her from injuring herself and ruining my budget?

You can try bitter apple or other taste deterrents on the cords. Or, make it so she can’t get to them. You could get thin PVC pipe or that hollow cylindrical pipe insulation cut it to the exact length of your cords and then run them through it. (The pipe would be better for things that need to go straight and be flush with a wall, whereas the insulation is at least more flexible and can be bent to wherever your laptop needs to go).  

The Sweetest Thing (A Roman Reigns Story) - Part 1

Raising children is a lot tougher than it looks. And with two babies in the picture and one parent virtually out of it, things are twice as difficult. So how have Joe and Sasha coped? Or have they not? Mini-sequel to ‘Into The Deep End’ and 'Nothing Better’. Two-shot. Roman/OC.

Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Damn. You look crappy.”

Frowning at his smirking wife through the iPad screen, Joe rolled his grey eyes. “Our first FaceTime session in a while and you had to start with the negatives.” Huffing with annoyance, he picked up his bottle of water and chugged down half of it, then tossed it aside. “Glad to know you find my broken nose funny.”

Sasha sighed, fighting the urge to roll her own eyes. Ever since he lost the World title for the second time, her husband of over a year had become the crankiest motherfucker on the planet. The past week had been even rougher for him and she was only trying to lighten up the mood. However it was clear that he had little appreciation for her effort. Again. “I didn’t say it was funny,” she said.

Was he sure about that? From the way they’d been bickering lately, barbs and jibes seemed to be all they had for each other these days. “Right,” he murmured, sitting up straighter on his way-too-small hotel room bed. “So what’s up? How are the babies doing?”

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Band AU snippet

River’s eyes finally come to rest on Bill, and they’re warmer now. “Hello, Bill. How’s my second favourite lesbian?”

“Gay,” Bill replies.

River laughs, throwing her head back. “Oh, I’ve missed all of you. Four months is far too long.”

“Well, that’s what you get for trying to have a secret marriage when you’re both household names,” Clara mutters. “It took an hour to work out how to smuggle you in.”

“And what a marvelous job you did,” John says to her, making her grumble about flattery. He hasn’t taken his eyes off River, and hers are fixed on him. They only have eyes for each other, after long separations. It’s as heartwarming as it is disgustingly sappy.

Missy makes some gagging noises, only to be ignored by them. “Right, well, there go my plans for the evening, now that the Eyebrows is occupied. And I was so looking forward to a good orgasm, too. Any other takers? Clara?”

Clara doesn’t even look up from her iPad. “Not even if you paid me.”

“Didn’t have to pay you last time.”

“You have to spend a solid half an hour annoying me before I’ll even considering having sex with you, Missy, and frankly I don’t have the time, I have plans with Ashildr. You know, that person I’m dating.”

“Fine,” Missy sighs, and glances at Bill hopefully. “Bill? Darling? Light of my life?”

Bill, having been on the receiving end of this offer several times before, has to ignore the part of her brain that always screams yes take me now and instead keep her wits about her.

“Um, yeah, I’m good, thanks,” Bill says, putting her hands in her pockets. “I’ll probably just… take a walk, or something. Clear my head. Or we could watch a film? I’m not adverse to cuddling, just the sex part.”

Missy considers this, glances at Nardole for several long moments, and then seems to think better of it before looking back at Bill and sighing. “Alright, film it is, then.”

White Widow - Part 2

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

Warnings: Nightmares, depression

Characters this chapter: Steve Rogers, Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark

A/N: Thank everybody for the feedback! Like I said, I haven’t written anything in 10ish years and I’ve never posted a fic on Tumblr before, so I really appriciate all the help. I’m already getting requests for tags, so shoot me an ask if you want tagged.

The Avengers Compound looked impressive from the sky. Two people stood on the ground to greet us as our helicopter landed.

“Captain” Tony greeted the man with a handshake

“And Sharon!” he pulled the woman in for a hug “I didn’t know you’d be joining us”

“Just for a few days, Tony. I have to head back to Berlin soon.” She smiled

“Ms. Y/N, this is Agent Carter, FBI. This is Captain Steve Rogers, he’ll be showing you around and getting you settled today.”

I shook both their hands, trying not to be star struck. It was one thing to share a helicopter ride with the always eccentric Iron Man. But to meet Captain America, the hero I’d seen on the news so many times, it made me blush a little.

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss miss” He looked down at me, sullen.

“Thank you” I replied

“I’m going to head off to my office, see if Vision was able to get any intel on those weapons dealers in Egypt…” Tony trailed off  “You kids have fun.”

“Let’s begin the tour?” Steve gestured towards the enormous building behind him

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