half of it was on my ipad

5 Things Tag

Tagged by @kpopsinarios, thanku Zee!

5 things you will find in my bag

  • School work from 3+ weeks ago lmao
  • A school ipad
  • My lunch nums
  • Like 17 pens and a 17 pen

5 things you will find in my room

  • A ton of books
  • Stuff I can’t put anywhere else
  • A bunch of art stuff and random things I collect throughout my life scattered around the room
  • My big tzum tzum bear(?) Dokyeom (yes I named him Dokyeom)
  • Like 3 lights on only half the room (the room is split with a divider)

5 things that make me happy

  • Other people being happy!!!
  • Writing a good imagine that resonates in my heart
  • Playing instruments (unless I really don’t want to)
  • Kpop (duh)
  • Logic puzzles/riddles I guess? And jokes of course

5 things I am currently into

  • Making my Visual Novel (so much stuff to do omg)
  • Not dying (idk my life is pretty boring rn)
  • Mic Drop Remix yooooooo

5 people I’m tagging

idk who has or hasn’t done this yet soooo

If I didn’t tag you I still love you~ and you are free to do it still lol

just noticed i hit half a million youtube subscribers which is amazing and i just want to start by saying that i am very h

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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!

Previous Posts:

TSInktober Day 17: a good memory from the past year and the story that accompanies it.
Continuing to cheat by using my iPad because I’m busy, lol.
Back in June our senior class went to the beach and my now-boyfriend and I finally talked and decided to actually date (We’ve liked each other since middle school). Our first official date was ice cream and walking up the lighthouse!

suddenly i see (this is what i wanna be)

*click through to read on ao3

written by: Mel | @mellamymake

prompt: “You stepped on my glasses and now I’m pretty much blinded and you have to accompany me everywhere till I can get my new glasses" for anonymous 

word count: 5178

"I can’t believe you’ve managed to hide this for so long.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t hiding,” Bellamy points out, a touch of colour rising in his cheeks. “I just don’t like to wear them when I’m out. That’s not hiding.”

Or, the one where Clarke moves in with Bellamy and is shocked to discover that he wears glasses.

In Clarke’s honest defence, she wasn’t even aware that Bellamy wore glasses.

“What about beach week two years ago?” she demands, staring at the black frames balanced across his nose. “Did you have glasses then?”

He adjusts them with two fingers, peering at her through the lenses. “I think it’s pretty safe to say I’ve had them ever since I got them, Clarke. Which is, oh, about fifteen years ago.”

“But did you wear them?” she persists, her frown deepening. “I’m really sure I would have remembered you wearing them.”

He pauses then, his brow furrowing. “Well. I always wear them at the end of the day. Like, right before going to bed. So…”

“So only in your room, then.” At his nonchalant shrug, she throws her hands up into the air, huffing exasperatedly. “I can’t believe you’ve managed to hide this for so long.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t hiding,” he points out, a touch of colour rising in his cheeks. “I just don’t like to wear them when I’m out. That’s not hiding.”

“You’ve been wearing contacts all these years,” she mutters, shaking her head. “Those are contacts I’ve been looking at, all these years.”

Keep reading

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/

anonymous asked:

Could u tell us a bit about your life??

sjndfdf alright

anyone whos been following me a long-ass time maybe already knows this stuff since i blab about my life sometimes but

I’m Chrissy, for starters, that’s an exciting and important detail because I’ve got the same nickname as Chrissy Teigen for whomst i would take a bullet. I’m 21, a senior at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire. Which is a lot like the other preppy Ivy schools except everyone is 100x more willing to wrestle a bear in the mountains. 

Something pretty cool that happened recently is that I got inducted into the Phi Beta Kappa honor society–which at this point in the year is reserved for the top 20 students in the class (with like, 1,000 people in the class). So the obvious joke here is that the only way I’d manage to join Greek Life is through the damn honor society.

I’m studying electrical engineering + computer science. Kinda because I started off with engineering and then realized I was more into the compsci angle so I shifted focus a bit. I do a lot of TA work and last winter I was p much in charge of the school’s Systems class (circuit modeling and analysis of electrical, thermal, mechanical systems. determining and solving systems of ordinary differential equations that describe the system’s behavior). I gave three of the lectures that term. That was pretty rad.

Starting next fall I’ll be working as a software engineer for Microsoft. I interned there over the summer and there’s already (an extremely small) contribution of mine that’ll show up in Excel in skjdfkjfddf some time from now…? My goal of course is to be in charge of MS Paint, which is the real kingpin of the Microsoft product line. She who controls Paint controls the world and I’m determined to have it replace all other major software.

Hmmm fdkjdf I’m an endurance runner? I took up running about three years ago strictly because I Sucked At It and I was Tired Of Sucking At It. So I forced myself to run despite it being Terrible and Awful and now I’m actually at least a little okay at it. I run half marathons every now and then, and I usually try for at least ~20 miles a week of just at-the-gym-running. I take my iPad to the gym and prop it on the treadmill and stream music/shows/youtube videos usually. I rewatched all of FMA:B at the gym, and I watched all of BNHA s2 on the treadmill while it was airing–like I didn’t let myself watch any of the episodes sitting down. It was a good habit to get into and also why all of my “BNHA recap” posts randomly had a mile count in them.

And I, well I run this blog. My main claim to fame is shitposts, memes, and angst fic. I come here to yell about cartoons. 

Aaaaand I’m running out of things. I’ve got an older brother and a younger brother, 23 and 19. My parents are divorced. Naruto changed my life when I was 14. Yeah, that’s about it.

Pick Me! | Chapter 2

Chapter 1

My mind slow and groggy with sleep gradually turned into the pounding ache of a wine hangover. I gripped the side of the attached upholstered sofa cushion as my stomach lurched and churned with a sudden sickening feeling as consciousness slowly came back to me. I was laying half on, half off the living room sofa still in my disgusting scrubs and an empty bottle of wine wedged between my back and the cushions.

My phone dinged at the same time my iPad lit up with notifications.

“What?” I questioned aloud my eyes going cross with the brightness of the screen before the sinking dread filled me with ice and sudden flashing memory of the night before. “Jesus H Roosevelt Christ!”

I didn’t look at the numerous notification bubbles until I opened the home screen, where an obnoxious red oval told me I had 103 messages.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ,” I whispered again in astonishment. “Why so many?”

With trepidation, I clicked on the message icon and scrolled through to see just how many people made up the 103 messages. My eyes widened in shock, “FIFTY!”

My hand shook as I clicked on the first message…and then nearly launched the iPad across the room to get the offending thing away from me. The fear of breaking the screen was the only rational thought keeping me from tossing it as yet another grotesque message and an even worse image was in the following five! After the tenth message with nothing but disgusting, thoughtless images and slurs inside I responded.

Hello Red & Black Jack,

Fuck Off.
Do the world a favor and hide your tiny gnome dick then go home. 

Hot Shot Lady Doc

I copy and pasted the message and continued to send it to each and every dick pic sent to me, which was an alarming twenty people out of the fifty that sent messages overnight.

Finally, after the multitude of disgusting messages, several vulgar and suggestive message–one of which said “What’s long and hard and full of Seamen?”, there was one person I vaguely remembered sending a message to last night that seemed to have responded.

Hi Hot Shot Lady Doc,

Or may I call you Claire? I am most definitely a real man, I definitely am not one of those people who creep on the internet to prey on women like yourself, and I would love to have coffee with you. I think my time as an army surgeon and your current profession would give us a fantastic base to start on. I’m free any time tomorrow, or this weekend. If you are serious about the meetup please call me at +44 07778 008897.

I look forward to meeting you.

Army Doc, John Grey

My brow furrowed in confusion. “What the fuck did I even say to him?”

I reread his message then anxiously scrolled up to see what prompted his unusual first sentence.

“Oh dear God.” I groaned in horror as ice filled my veins. “Please tell me I didn’t do that.” I closed my eyes but the drunken words were burned into the backs of my eyelids.

Hi Amry Doc!

Are you a real man? OR just one of those crazies who want to kidnap and rape me?

Yuor picture is very cute adn yuor cute and yeah.

We should have coffee!! I love coffee!

I’m sorry I’m a little drunj it’s my bithday!!! Happy lonely Birthday to me!!! My best friend gave me wine and this dating app for agift! She’s nice but I don’t know about it but guess I should give chance. So coffee soon? Please!


“At least I spelled my name right,” I grumbled and flopped face first onto the leather of the couch. With half of my face still pressed into the couch, I messaged the very kind Army Doc back.

Hi John,

I’m so sorry for my drunk messages last night. Thank you for being kind enough to reply. I don’t know why you did. I know I asked last night, but I’m reaffirming I’d love to get coffee. I’m free this afternoon, it’s my only day off this week from the hospital. Where and when are you available to meet?


I moved my head back towards the cushion where the stench of the hospital and stale wine mingled with the rich leather. I let out a huff and pushed myself up from the couch, a shower was definitely in order.

The pounding water and fresh steam of the shower helped clear the fog from my head and bring my body back to a semblance of normalcy. In the hour and half, I had spent under the water, two new messages had arrived from the dating site. Still wrapped in a towel, I thumbed through them.


Please think nothing of it. If it weren’t for my brother I guarantee I would not have had the nerve to respond to someone like you. I would be honored to meet you in Oxford if that works for you. Would Vaults & Garden off of High Street near All Souls and Radcliffe Square be easy for you to get to around 15:00? I have a noon meeting at All Souls and will be in the area for the full day before driving back to London.


My heart picked up a beat and I felt my face flush in excitement as an uncontrollable smile lit up my face.


15:00 at Vaults & Garden would be wonderful. See you there! I’ll be the one in–

I stopped and looked at my wardrobe, debating the possible combinations and hating every single option.

“Get a grip, Beauchamp! It’s only coffee!” I said confidently before blindly reaching for a hanger.

I’ll be the one in green.


The second message was from one of the original men who I matched with and apparently hadn’t made a fool of myself with.

Hi Hot Shot Lady Doc,

Christ, these dating apps and usernames really make it difficult to take even myself seriously. I’ll start out with my name is Jamie and I’m–

I failed to read the rest of his, what I’m sure was a well thought out message, and snooped on his profile. In the picture, he had on a garish red jumper with giant blue balls knit into it. Did he think this was endearing? I tried to ignore the jumper and focus on his face but found my eyes kept creeping back down to the ridiculous article of clothing.

Seumas Ruadh

Name: James Fraser

Occupation: Wining Fraser - Owner/Distributor

Looking For: Something unseen, yet felt between

Interested In: Women with a kind heart, and sharp mind

“Oh, well now why did you have to go and say something cute Mr. Fraser?” I huffed in mock exasperation scrolling back up to focus on his face. A strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, with a long straight nose let to piercing blue, smiling eyes. Eyes that seemed to smile and be illuminated from behind, made my heart skip a beat and butterflies to flutter in my gut. A tumbling mass of red curls framed his face and the lone stray curl that curved towards his left eye made him even more enticing. I wanted to know this man.

I gazed at his likeness for longer than what would be deemed appropriate, lost in his smile that lit up his entire face, like that moment in time he could not be any happier. “Now I have to go back and read your message, you’re too adorable not to.”

Hi Hot Shot Lady Doc,

Christ, these dating apps and usernames really make it difficult to take even myself seriously. I’ll start out with my name is Jamie and I’m new to this whole online dating experience. I’m 28, no kids, never married. Is that the kind of thing people mention on here?
I don’t know.
I’m the owner of Wining Fraser, a small wine distribution business based out of Edinburgh. I love what the wine business does. Not only do we get to experience a new world with every company and every bottle, we–I–get to bring joy to people. I suppose that’s why I’m using this insane way of finding a date. I’ve lost myself in my work and figured now was as good a time as any to attempt to find that missing something or I suppose, someone.
I do hope you’ll respond back, and I look forward to getting to know you.

Jamie Fraser

I caught myself laughing at his choice and use of words. I feel much the same. Here I sat, 32 barely making enough time to sleep from insane work schedules, failing at anything that required care and attention. I wouldn’t doubt that if I were to buy a houseplant the poor thing would die, not from my lack of a green thumb, but my lack of love to give to it.

After rereading Jamie’s message and began to compose my reply. I caught myself giggling like a schoolgirl, and had to make an effort not to let the butterflies fly away with my words.

Dear Jamie,

Please, just call me Claire.

I understand when you said that work seems to be your entire life. I too am guilty of that very action. My lack of social and romantic life led to my best friend signed me up for this app on my birthday of all days. Sometimes I wonder where time has gone and how at 32, I feel as though I’ve simultaneously been around for much longer and not long enough to know what I’m doing. Have you ever felt as though your life passes you by no matter how hard you try to stop and take a moment to savor it?
At first I was wary of even starting this app, and now I don’t want my life to fly by any more than it has without my say so. I want to savor every moment, and sometimes that means taking a risk, like saying hello to a handsome stranger.

I too, look forward to getting to know you, Jamie.


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


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! 

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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.

lindseyylu17  asked:

I'd love to see a fic where J and C get matched up on a dating app.

The flat was quiet and dark, no sign of my former cohabitation present. My heart ached at the realization that he was really gone. Six years of having a shadow, a lover, a home full of noise and suddenly the only sound is that of my keys desolately clattering onto an empty table.

I didn’t bother changing from my rumpled, puke stained scrubs, nor did I care to turn on a light as I wound my way through the empty halls to the kitchen. The fridge didn’t help note the stark loneliness, I don’t know why I bothered opening it in the first place knowing I would find a few stray brown sauce packets, a spoiled carton of milk, and a half-eaten container of takeaway. I did a double take at the sight of a large wine bottle topped with a bow sat on the middle shelf, an interesting label and a note tied to its neck.


Don’t be such a wuss on your birthday! No man is worth the six months of depression you’ve been sporting. Drink up and perk up!



I laughed and pulled the well-chilled bottle from the fridge, without a second glance at the rest of the meager, unsatisfying contents.

“Extremely sweet red wine,” I read from the label, popped the cork and swigging straight from the bottle, then pulled out my phone.

Sweet Walter Red is it then? How sweet Walter must have been to lend you his bottle. I hope he knows he won’t get it back!

Waiting for her reply I took another drink and hummed at the delicious crisp sweetness the wine offered. I needed to eat something before the wine turned me into a blubbering drunk.


Aye! Walter is more than happy to lend sweet bottles to beautiful nurses. Especially on their birthday!

I laughed as her next message came within seconds of her first.


I took the liberty of downloading a week gift to your iPad.
DRINK THE WINE!!!!  Then…have some fun on my dime 😜

Geili what did you do???


You’ll see! I already have it pulled up for you. All you have to do is tap the big red button!

Curiosity coursed through me. The app was indeed pulled up and a large red button read ‘Pick Me!’

“Pick me? What on earth?”




Tossing my phone to the side, I quickly drained half the bottle of wine and slumped on the couch glaring at the closed cover of my iPad.

“Who does she think she is?” I questioned. “It’s not as though I’ve never had a date…” Sighing I reasoned with myself. “…although, he never did call back. I guess I could… NO! Beauchamp, what are you thinking? Molesters, con artists and psychopaths use the internet for dating… or that’s just my overactive paranoia coming into play and generalizing to avoid admitting that I do want a date and I’m actually extremely lonely.”

My life was starting to look like a cheap early 2000s romantic comedy, only without the romance and comedic irony in abundance. I sat back down on the couch, took another mouthful of wine and started laughing riotously.

“Bridget eat your heart out!” I laughed into the bottle, the wine already nearing the opening.

The bottle of Sweet Walter diminished surprisingly quick. My food deprived stomach craved more with every sip to ebb away the hunger, and my alcohol buzzed brain’s confidence soared.

“Get a grip Beauchamp! What’s the worst that could happen?” I slurred, and tapped the obnoxious ‘Pick Me!’ button.

A burst of confetti digitally fell down the screen and I laughed as balloons rose from the bottom spelling out ‘CONGRATS!’ So far, so good!


Congrats on deciding to take this leap into the unknown. We’re here to help you find love and fun all at the click of a button! Pick Me!, Inc. has a 98% success rate and we’re happy to have you join our team! In the home bar below you will find your access to your personal profile, messages, private chats, and most importantly your matches! If you have any questions just tap on the HELP! Icon and we’ll be there to assist.

Happy Picking!

After canceling the automated tour of the app I fumbled my way through the sections, finding my profile and groaning at the photo and information Geili had chosen to submit. The title of my pages was named Hot Shot Lady Doc, “Jesus H Roosevelt Christ, Geili! What have you done?”

Name: Claire Beauchamp

Occupation: Professional Knife Wielder, aka SURGEON

Looking For: The perfect peen to make me happily scream and other forms of fun. 😉

Interested In: Tall, NOT Dark, but very Handsome: MEN

My eyes widened and the wine was suddenly back in my mouth. I really needed to change the information. Drunk note to self: Change all information and profile picture ASAP once sober. A heart appeared in the corner of my screen, blinking the number 6. Did this mean six messages or six matches? Why didn’t they ever make this clear? Oh, wait… Maybe that’s what the little tutorial was meant for…

“Ahh fuck it… when in Rome,” I murmured clicking on the flashing heart.

My heartbeat quickened and my stomach twisted with nerves. There were six matches waiting for me to view and one had a gold star on the top left corner stating we were a 95% match, the rest filtered through with 90%, 88%, 85%, and an 80% ratings. I bit my lip and scrolled through each, eager to see what made us compatible. One man was a wine distributor, another a carpenter, there was an army surgeon, a police officer, a publisher and even a farmer. All had stunning smiles and colorful profiles, and there was one thing important I noticed about each of these men as I read their profiles; none of them were the least bit like Frank.

“I can do this!” I said matter of factly, tapping my, unfortunately empty, wine bottle to the screen in a mock toast. “I am a strong, independent, hotshot lady doc! I managed to graduate top of my class before the age of 30! I don’t need a man but would definitely like some fun!” A new sense of excitement washed over me at that realization, but my stomach sank in guilt. “I do want a man, but am I doing this too soon after Frank?”

Chewing on my lip I paced my living room with the empty wine bottle and iPad in hand. “No! He is not caring if it was too soon to get married two days after I landed a job to be closer to him. He didn’t seem to mind that we were still together when he started dating whats her face Candy! This is for me! Geili was right, I do deserve some fun!” Confidently I flipped the iPad back open, I bit the bullet and messaged the first profile that caught my attention.