After Bitty teaches him how to use snapchat stories properly, Jack takes habit to sneaking around and startling Bitty.

So basically its just Jack crouching behind a chair or crawling behind the kitchen counter.

And when he jumps out he trys to start a conversation since his goal is to startle Bitty, NOT scare.

Bitty is baking a pie: “…..!!MMMH SOMThing smells good you baking? Yeah thats cool what flavor?”

Bitty studying: “….!!STUDYING HArd or hardly studying, am I right?

Bitty brushing his teeth: ”….!!FIGHTINg gum disease? Good job Bittle, remember to floss.“

Bitty’s twitter followers always know when to check Jack’s snapchat,

[Eric Bittle @ omgcheckplease:
Boy thinks he’s being cute.😊
Lord give me the strength. 🙏 ]

Overall Bitty doesn’t mind, he purposely overreacts most of the time because Jack isn’t exactly the most silent of sneakers, and he also enjoys how giggly Jack gets when he believes he’s “got em”.

College Boy

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 1311

Prompt: Harry wants a shot at a normal life so he attends Northeastern University, but it’s harder than he thinks. The friends he made just want fame, and the other hardly look at him. But then he meets her, Y/N, and she wants nothing to do with the a-list celebrity.

Cole and Dylan Sprouse did it, Emma Watson, Amy Pohler, they all went to college, and Harry wanted to as well. He wanted the experience of something normal for once, he wanted to be able to say he graduated, he wanted his family to come to a graduation. When the news broke out everyone went crazy trying to figure out where he was going, and Harry got accepted everywhere. But he wanted to succeed he wanted to go to a school he knew was right from him, which was far from Harvard, but it also wasn’t community college. He wanted a roommate, he wanted to live in a dorm, attend the dreadful eight ams, and have RA’s. So he picked Northeastern University, still the top best, but no Harvard.

Harry was thankful for his roommate, Nick. Nick didn’t care at all about who Harry was. Nick spent most of his time in the library or in the room studying, he hardly spoke to Harry. Nick had a plan, two years at Northeastern and then Harvard. Nick made it clear that he didn’t want parties or girls coming in and out every night and Harry promised he would be as normal as possible, but Nick just scoffed.

It wasn’t easy for Harry and he wondered how everyone else did it. Students watched him, took pictures, videos, whispered, they just kept following him around, and Harry hated it. He found it difficult to make friends, the ones he did make wanted fame, and the other kept away. He couldn’t seem to find someone who wanted to actually sit and talk with him.

Nick had been holding a study group in their room so Harry grabbed his bag and made his way to the library. It was quiet and as soon as he walked in he saw a couple phones point his way. He huffed and made his way to the back where there were small cubicles. He pulled a chair back and pulled out his laptop. Texts from Jeff and Nick quickly popped up.

Nick: How’s the college life, join a frat yet?

Jeff: Do you miss the studio yet?

Nick: I love you but this is just insane why are you doing this?

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Girl Next Door

Y/N had grown up next to Harry her whole life, he had only been two years older so they got along like peanut butter and jelly, ever since Y/N and Harry could walk they had been attached at hip. He came over and would have a tea party with her, she would tug at his curls, attempting to put a crown on him, he never minded. She would run over and play soccer with him, kicking the ball around, getting mud all over her.

Harry, and everyone else, thought of her as the perfect girl next door. Her father, a lawyer, her mother a stay at home mom, a helicopter mom. She watched her daughter all the time, making sure she was studying and getting the right marks at school. She pushed Y/N to join everything and anything she could. Y/N, of course, listened. She was active in middle school, she was on student council and drama club, between those two and studying she hardly saw Harry, and the two started to drift apart.

In high school Harry had found his group, a group Y/N did not like, and her parents hated. They made Y/N cut all ties with the Styles boy. Harry had traded in his soccer ball for drinks, he traded in his silly puns for sex, and his clean skin for tattoos and piercings. Y/N at first was upset, but then she found herself too busy to care.

Y/N had started at the bottom, literally. She began as a base for cheering, and by her sophomore year she was a flyer. Her junior year she was voted as caption, which her mother loved, but Y/N, not so much. With being caption, class president, and vice president of drama club she found herself overwhelmed. Her school life began at seven am and didn’t stop till one am, she forced herself to stay awake and study, keeping college in mind at all times.

Every once and a while she would peek out her window, where she could see into Harry window. When they were little they would write notes to each other, holding them up to window. When they reached middle school they would call each other, but sit by the window and watch each other as they spoke into the phone, Harry would watch as she would giggle at a stupid joke, and stick her tongue out at him. She would watch him run a hand through his long brown curls, which he now had chopped off. Now when she looks over the room would be empty, the lights off, or she would catch him smoking out the window, blowing out the toxin into the air. When Harry looked over she was always sat on her bed, studying, or she was at her desk working on another essay. Things weren’t the same anymore.

Before Y/N would tell Harry everything, on her worst nights, when she just couldn’t sleep, Harry would climb into her window and hold her close. They would whisper to each other, coming up with plans for the future. Y/N and Harry would run off to New York, where Y/N could be a dancer on Broadway, and Harry would find his career in music, they would be the best of friends, sharing an apartment and laughing all the time. They would run out and one am and get Chinese food and walk Times Square, they would camp out to watch shows, it seemed so simple, so real, at the time. Now she’s left alone in her room, not being able to sleep, the tears leaving her eyes every night.

“Hey,” Jade places a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, grabbing the girl’s attention.

Y/N hadn’t even noticed how she drifted off, staring at her former best friend. He leaned against his locker, arm draped over a girl’s shoulder, a smirk on his lips as he looked down at her. She was giggling, her cheeks red as she trailed her hand up and down his chest.

“Sorry,” Y/N blushed, closing her locker and turning to the blonde, “what were you saying?”

“The girls and I are going to get our nails done after school if you want join!” Jade smiled, gripping her books.

Y/N smiled softly, “oh I wish,” she pouts, “but I have rehearsals.”

“You’re in need of a break,” Jade says, “how do you live?”

“I’m not sure,” Y/N responds, a breathless chuckle leaving her lips.

The bell rings and she turns, “I’ll see you tonight at the game,” Y/N called, walking down the hall.

She waves to a couple of people as she walks to her class. Once Y/N reaches her room she slips into her seat, pulling her note book and pen out. Harry walks into the room, walking all the way to the back where his friends sat. His eyes land on Y/N, she’s doing what she has done for years when she was stressed, twirling her hair around her finger and then lightly tugging on it.

Harry can’t help but admire her body in the uniform she’s wearing. She had grown up for sure, the blue and white fabric hugged her body, showing off her tiny waist and her nice handful of boobs, Harry was sure if she bent down he would be able to catch a glimpse of her bum. He frowned when Scott pulled up the chair next to her, shrugging off his letterman jacket and kissing her cheek. Just like the perfect caption of the team and girl next door she had the perfect boyfriend.

Harry hated Scott Edelman more than he hated anyone else in the world. The guy seemed to make everyone smile, he was nice, and perfect for her, but Harry never trusted him. Scott’s hand would sometimes slip lower than Y/N wanted, and sometimes his eyes would linger on her chest when she wouldn’t notice, but Harry did, he could see it from down the hall.

“How was your morning?” Scott asked, tapping his fingers on the desk.

“It was good, I went for a run, nothing big, Mr. Brown is killing me though. He just edited my essay and I have to go home and fix it tonight after the game,” Y/N answered, rubbing her forehead, “what about you?”

“It was okay, does this mean you aren’t coming over after the game?” Scott frowned.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says.

Scott sighed, leaning back. Anytime he invited Y/N over and she knew his parents weren’t home something always came up, and he was getting tired of it.

“Are you actually going to sleep with me or are you going to be a stuck up prude for the rest of your life,” Scott whispered, anger clear in his tone, “if you loved me you would sleep with me.”

“It’s because I love you I’m going to give you this warning,” Y/N says, her voice low, she leans over so her lips are next to his ear, “if you so much as touch me when I say no, or keep pushing me to sleep with you, I will kick you so hard in the dick you won’t ever be able to please yourself again let alone another human being.”

She pulled away, sitting back in her seat, her eyes on the board as the teacher begins to speak. The rest of her day goes by quick, rehearsal dragged on too much for her liking.

Harry hardly attended football games, but tonight was different, and he was thankful his friend dragged him out. He had promised Nina, the girl draped around his arm earlier, that he would take her home after the game, but he couldn’t focus on her. Instead, as always, his eyes drifted to Y/N. She was in the air, two girls gripping her ankles, her right hand on her hip, her other up in the air as she smiled at the fans in the crowd.

“She’s hot, I hear her and Scott are getting it in after the game,” Niall remarked, handing Harry the flask he had hidden in his jacket.

Harry takes it, letting the alcohol fall down his throat, “nah, she’s too much of a prude,” Harry shakes his head, chuckling, “she’s all about waiting for marriage.”

“Boring,” Niall rolled his eyes, everyone around them stood up to cheer, “are you hanging out with Nina afterwards?”

“Maybe, she’s getting a little too clingy for my liking,” Harry sighed.

“She a good fuck?” Niall raised an eyebrow, grabbing the flask and putting it back in his pocket.

“She’s okay, maybe I’ll ring up Stella,” Harry said.

“I’m gonna go smoke,” Harry says as halftime rolled by.

He walks down the stairs and goes down the alley way to head towards the school. He stops, hearing a small sob, a sob he heard too many times in his childhood. He peeks around the corner to see Y/N pressed against the wall, Scott has her arms pinned over her head, kissing her neck.

“Stop,” she pleads.

Harry feels his blood boiling, his fist tightening, but before he can act she does it herself. Her knee bending, and kicking up in between Scotts legs. Scott groans, backing away, and she shoves at him, making him tumble back.

“Don’t ever touch me again,” she yelled, sniffling and wiping her eyes, “or I’ll report you for harassment.”

Harry watches as she walks briskly towards him, she freezes, seeing him in front of her. Her eyes are glossy, her lipstick is smudged, cheeks pink and puffy. She looks scared and her hair is slightly a mess, her arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself. They stand, eyes connected, she can’t help but not look into the same green eyes she used to love, the same eyes that would watch her dance around her room.

She drops her head, walking past Harry, her shoulder bumping into his arm. Harry sucks in a sharp breath, walking towards Scott, he hits his side, a quick and hard kick making Scott groan, “if you so much as look at her, I swear to god, I’ll kill you myself,” Harry says, spitting near his head.

Part Two

Re: shag carpets and study buddies

Originally posted by vixxmyheart

+ “The problem is sexual tension. There’s too much of it.”
+ “You know I dream of you.”
+ “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

Pairing: Hyuk x Reader
Genre: Smut, smut, smut
Words: 878
Requested by: anon

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event (requests closed!)

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Carlisle imagine requested by anon! “I loovvveeeddd your Carlisle request, not many -or even at all- write about Carlisle/reader in a romantic way! It’s usually a close bond but never romantic. So if you don’t mind can I request another Carlisle imagine? So Carlisle and reader have been together for centuries, and Bella awes at this, so when Bella gets injured at her birthday (remember that scene?) and Carlisle’s patching her up, Bella ask more about their love and he just gets a dopey ‘I’m-so-in love’ look and goes on about her ❤️” The imagine referred to in this request is “Eternity,” which I’ve linked in case anyone is interested in reading. Hope you like it!

You struggled to keep the thoughts of “of course this would happen” from polluting your mind in the moments after Edward’s lover was knocked into the crystal. It was not an easy feat, what with the added distraction of her decadent blood perfuming the air, but you fought to keep your thoughts aligned nonetheless. He would be listening for any and all accusations of stupidity, any lingering signs of pity or, even worse, of nonchalance. His mind was trained on yours, and while he would be drilling into every mind that he could, he would be especially focused on you.

Not even Edward was fast enough to slow the hunter’s descent as Bella’s blood broke through the surface of her skin, tainting the perfection of the night. A paper cut, that was all. How ordinarily insignificant, and how wildly dangerous. It would have meant nothing to any other family… but to yours, it was the pin falling from an active grenade. Had she not slit her finger, the evening may have proceeded peacefully… then again, with a bloodlust as violent as Jasper’s, who could tell how events could have played out? Alice certainly couldn’t. It could have been the warmth of an embrace overpowering his resolve, or the fleeting brush of her hand against his side that damaged his steely restraint. It could have been her breath stirring the air in just the right way, or perhaps a spike in her heartbeat calling, calling from within her chest. It could have been later that night or years from now. One could never be sure. There were hardly ever any studies to reference in regard to vampires playing vegetarian around a human mate. Relationships of this magnitude hardly ever existed (well, with the human surviving long-term) because of the threat such acquaintances presented. She was the natural food source; thus, this event was to be expected. One does not bring their human, no matter how lovely, to act as live bait before a den of vampires. Edward was usually smarter than this. As much as it pained you to admit, he oftentimes put too much trust in your family’s (usually) unwavering self control. You were vampires, first and foremost. She was human. This pairing almost always, and very predictably, ended in death.

She was handling herself very well, given the circumstances, chuckling under her breath as she was helped to her feet, wincing as her movement tore at her newly-acquired injury.

“Well, that’s almost everyone. I can clear a room, at least.” Carlisle shook his head, smiling warmly as he guided her to the next room, glancing backwards before ducking around the wall, his eyes hinting at a rather swift removal of the carnage Bella had left in her wake. You called to Esme, a soft whisper of her name, and she was by your side, a bottle of bleach in hand, her eyes sympathetic, as always. She set to dousing the floor in the odorous liquid as your fingers found the fragments of crystal scattered about the floor, most of which were tipped with scarlet, glimmering as if they’d been poisoned.

Her voice carried through the walls, clear as if she were standing beside you, her lips at your ear, whispering words of apology and concern as Carlisle plucked shards of glass from the gaping wound in her arm. Esme made a sound of concern as she listened, her arms guiding a mop over the puddles of aromatic crimson fluid, her nose wrinkled in the subtlest distaste and concentration. She’d been around long enough to tolerate the fading scent of fresh blood as the chemical ate away the perfume, but not long enough to claim complete immunity as Carlisle did. Jasper’s low growls echoed off of the forest beyond the glass, your eyes easily picking his thrashing form from the rigid trunks. You moved to stand, your palms having harvested as much glass as was outside of Bella’s arm, your gaze focused entirely on your broken son. Alice was fluttering about him, her hands darting from his cheeks to his chest, calming as much as she could while he wriggled about, mad from his insatiable thirst. Emmett’s eyes never left Edward’s face, even as he contorted around his brother’s torso, struggling to keep him stagnant. There wasn’t a trace of humour or lightheartedness in those butterscotch eyes as Emmett restrained his brother. Whatever expression Edward held was clearly quite broken. It was understandable. His worst nightmare had ballooned before him, spilling blood and causing harm, if minor. His human mate would heal. A few stitches and she would be back to her usual, sweet-smelling self. Edward, however… the boy had always been severe in his emotions, especially so around Bella. Tonight would have consequences.

“I’m so sorry, Carlisle,” she whispered, forgetting, for the moment, that everyone could hear her hushed voice, even those scuffling about in the woods. Carlisle’s hands whispered against his utensils as he prepped to stitch her wound closed. Thread zipped through metal. The only constant was Carlisle’s steady breathing. Inhale, exhale. Uninterrupted.

“You needn’t apologize, Bella. It isn’t your fault.” The needle pierced her skin, and her breathing hiked. The faintest scent of fresh blood polluted the air. Esme’s breathing halted, and stopped entirely. A precaution, you assumed. Even she was on edge and anxious about her level of self-control after Jasper’s slip. Her grip on the wooden handle of the mop tightened.

“Leave it to me to-” Bella began, her voice dropping off as Carlisle interrupted her, his tone soothing.

“Bleed in a room of vampires? Jasper hasn’t been away from human blood for as long as we have. His resistance is… much more laboured than the rest of our family.” They continued in silence for a handful of moments, the careful tug of thread against flesh itching at your ears as you rid the room of all signs of battle. Esme departed with her arsenal of cleaning supplies, her hand grazing your shoulder as she passed, offering a faint smile.

“How… how do you do it?” Bella inquired, her voice hiking in pitch as curious flowed from the tip of her tongue. Carlisle exhaled slowly, pulling the thread once more.

“Years of practice, centuries of it. I’ve found it is… much easier with company, with family, to revert back to… more human ways of living. Refusing to take innocent lives is easier to understand when lives, even ours, are valued. The sense of family, of community, helped me greatly.”

“Is that why you went looking for Y/n?” She asked, her voice dropping in a somewhat silly strive towards privacy. She must have known that you could hear, but her human instincts and conditioned mannerisms would likely overpower that knowledge. Carlisle chuckled, fiddling with his utensils as he tied Bella’s stitches off, dropped his needle into the sterilized bowl he had prepared.

“I wouldn’t say that I went looking for her, no… but in finding her, I saw, for the first time since the dawn of my immortality, the opportunity for companionship. For love, for family, for scraps of humanity.” He sighed, the rubber soles of his shoes shifting against the floorboards, angling in your direction. He knew you were listening. “I was very lucky to find her at all. I had been searching for others of my kind for some time. I had encountered nomads and covens alike, and I had attempted to teach them my separate way of living. It wasn’t until Y/n that any of them showed interest. She, like the rest of us, had no option when it came to her transformation. She was dragged into the violence of our life and struggled with the murder, the hunting, the sin of our existence. I saw in her a different path, a road I’d never considered. Partnership. A coven of our own, of peaceful nature. The chance for creatures like us to love.”

“Edward told me you met her in France?” Bella probed, not unkindly or impolitely, likely searching for ways in which to distract herself from the alcohol dripping over her stitches. If she was merely interested in your story, you held no hesitation in sharing. You strode into the kitchen, sitting yourself down in the seat beside Bella, watching her cheeks glow with unnecessary embarrassment. There needn’t be any shame in honest curiosity.

“I was born in France in 1770, approximately one hundred years after Carlisle had been turned in London. Time, of course, was never well-kept. I cannot remember my exact date of birth, but it was in a time of great unrest. While England was focused on witch-hunts and cleansing their sewers of vampires, France was overthrowing their monarchy. In comparison to the hardship of my human life, immortality was… lazy, easy. The people were slaughtered like lambs, daily executions filled the air with a luxury of scents. Their blood flooded the gutters, clung to the cracks between every cobblestone. Covens of the more… traditional nature flocked to Paris in droves, drawn by the killings or fascinated by the Guillotine, the monstrous thing. The Guillotine did most of our hunting for us; and with the majority of the public being cropped at the neck, there was never any notice when a few peasants went missing. Whatever was your style, bending your face to the streets or selecting a fresher meal, it was as easy as breathing.” You whispered, painting images on the backs of your eyelids of days upon days of ruby market squares and corpses littering the streets.

“Seems like you had it pretty good,” she observed, her ease with such topics impressing you more than it concerned you. She had certainly succeeded in grooming herself to handle such topics, preparing herself for a life alongside Edward. You nodded solemnly, your eyes catching Carlisle’s. Sympathetic, comforting. He knew tales you would not mention to Bella for fear of frightening her away. He’d seen firsthand the horrors of Paris, just as you had. There were things she did not need to know.

“At the same time, as good as it was, it was chaotic. The bloodlust was uncontrollable. Vampires fed recklessly… they couldn’t stop. They made mistakes… left people alive after feeding… and soon enough, the city was swimming with newly-created vampires, myself included. It was impossible, as you can imagine, to refrain from the hunt when the blood was flowing so freely. It was a matter of staying out of the public eye, festering in self-loathing, dreading your next attack. Of course, recluses were dragged to the scaffold soon enough, accused of sympathizing with the fallen regime, accused of witchcraft, accused of having too tempting a head not to sever. A few blades broke on our necks, which was of course followed by the need to dispose of witnesses. We didn’t want the Volturi cleansing our hunting grounds due to lack of discretion. Massacres by the dozen, dealt by immortal hands, went unnoticed. As wild as it sounds, there was a sense of community. Paris was our Heaven, or as close to Heaven as we will ever reach. But it was not the community I sought. By 1794, there was one vampire to every fifty Frenchmen. They called it the Reign of Terror. They have no idea how accurate they came.” You paused, reliving every minute detail, from the shattering blade against the nape of your neck to the darkness that swallowed so many of your days, hidden in the homes of those you had slaughtered.

“How did you get away from it?” Bella wondered, her eyes boring holes in yours, scrutinizing the butterscotch she found there, imagining them a vibrant ruby, no doubt. You hoped the task would prove difficult for her. You were not proud of your early days.

“It was Carlisle who found us all. He was already honing his restraint by then, a century old and thriving on the blood of cattle and deer. He was on his way to study with the Italians in Volterra, but even one as practiced in self-control as he was could not help but be drawn by the blood. He found me cowering in an alley, my face buried in the broken brick of a ruined home, fighting the urge to feed. If it hadn’t been for his welcoming, I would have likely perished in Paris when the Volturi sent their Felix and his hunting group to cleanse the city and reinforce law in the summer of 1794. He told me of another life, proven by the colour of his eyes. He extended his hand and promised an end to my suffering. I gladly took his word, and we departed for Tuscany that night, travelling only by light of the moon. At first, it was unpleasant. Animal blood, as I’m sure Edward has told you, is far less appetizing than human blood, but I learned to accept the flavorlessness soon enough. Once we had spent enough time in the Italian countryside to rein-in my habit of attacking humans, we went to Volterra.”

“We didn’t stay long. Y/n was incredibly strong, but the Volturi’s diet warred with our lifestyle, and we thought it best to journey elsewhere. We ended up in England once again, then Spain, America, Greece. We never returned to France, but we made our homes elsewhere. Y/n was with me when I was working in Chicago, and she helped Edward with his thirst as much as I did. Esme followed soon after, then Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper… we crafted a family together.” Carlisle concluded, his eyes misted over with adoration, his smile warming even your immobile heart. You returned his grin, your hand resting on Bella’s knee, adopting the motherly affection you displayed with Edward easily. She was all but your daughter, after all, and Carlisle had long ago sparked the desire to bring people into your life.

“Perhaps someday you’ll join us, hm?”

Theory time: What if Monoma Neito is a traitor?

I’m saying “a” traitor since I’m on board with the theories that there is at least one traitor in class A, but this is a completely different topic. So, about Monoma.. let’s briefly talk about his personality at first:

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만큼 -- As Much As

When you want to say something is “as much as” something else, you can use 만큼.

난 너만큼 예뻐. – I’m as pretty as you.
언니는 장미꽃만큼 아름답죠. – She’s as beautiful as a rose.
내일은 토요일인데 술을 원하는 만큼 마셔요. – Tomorrow is Saturday so drink as much alcohol as you want.
사실 고등학생 때 눈곱만큼 공부했어요. – Honestly, I hardly studied at all in high school. (*눈곱 = eye goop)
오빠는 사자만큼 먹을 수 있구나. – He can eat as much as a lion.


It’s been a while since I last posted on here. I don’t really have an excuse for that; I’ve just been doing some adventuring and exploring (and in turn hardly any studying) and took a break from Tumblr. It’s now a month into my holidays and I decided since I don’t have any big plans until the end of the month, I’ll do some language learning! I’m slightly cheating though because I already know how to speak the language (I grew up speaking it alongside English), but I’ve completely forgotten how to write and read it. So my aim for this month is to learn as best I can how to write and read বাংলা।🌞 

(Featuring a mug I bought for my mum that she never uses)

Wen Junhui Harry Potter Requested Scenario

  • ever since your first year in hogwarts you wondered why Wen Junhui was in the same house as you
  • junhui was a sly and rowdy boy, and you really thought him as unfit to be in ravenclaw but nevertheless you didn’t mind him as much
  • you really saw him as more of a slytherin with all the pranks he does with his friends but like you said, you didn’t mind him
  • he tries talking to you but you saw him as a nuisance and shut him out completely, you didn’t need a distraction from your studies
  • nonetheless you were really happy that you were sorted into Ravenclaw because it was the house you’ve been dreaming of joining and now you were in it!! 
  • so over the years you just focus on acing your studies and everything and you’re like one of the top students 
  • but you were disappointed that you were just one of the top, you wanted to be the very best 
  • though it just wasn’t happening bc guess what!!! you totally underestimated junhui because he ended up being better than you in all the classes you shared!!! 
  • he outshines you in potions class, charms class, quidditch you name it!! 
  • so you started getting suspicious since you hardly see him study and mostly see him just fool around 
  • though it did motivate you to work even harder to the point that you even studied diligently during breaks
  • then fifth year comes and then it’s O.W.L.’s season and you just push yourself over the edge to study like hell 
  • you had a good feeling that you were gonna get higher marks then Junhui this time because he’d been slacking off more than usual, even sleeping during some of your classes
  • so you took all your O.W.L’s and you just have a good feeling that your grades are gonna be super high 
  • but then you see jeonghan from the slytherin house looking all shocked and hugging junhui and yelling “woa junhui you’re so smart you got the highest scores in all your O.W.L’s” 
  • junhui’s just as shocked as jeonghan and you just . clutch your first because no one’s been preparing for the O.W.L.’s as intensely as you and you thought it was so unfair
  • you only realized you were glaring at him because junhui looked at you and gave you a stupid grin and you already know it means “In your face y/n I beat you yet again” so you just walked away bitterly 
  • so you decided to let that go and focus because your competitiveness was becoming unhealthy, you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction that you felt so down about everything
  • then your seventh year comes by and you’re now happy because you were elected head girl of your house but surprise!!! junhui is the head boy!!! 
  • everyone is literally in disbelief at how both of you are head boy and head girl because everyone knows about your competitive history
  • inside you’re just seething with rage and frustration because you’re never gonna escape him now but you stay calm and collected 
  • you and junhui are showing the first year ravenclaws around and they all love junhui even if he cracks a bad joke every now and then 
  • ”if there’s any quidditch player that catches your eye than i guess they’re a keeper!!” 
  • multiple soulless laugh are heard from all the first years 
  • the first years don’t pay you much attention which kind of hurts since you give more helpful information about how to get around the school and such 
  • when the first years disperse and head to their common rooms you two are left alone again and you’re about to walk away when he just put his elbow on your head like the shitty tall person he is
  • ”y’know y/n we actually make a pretty good team” 
  • that was the best joke you’ve ever heard in your life
  • you just swat his elbow away in annoyance and you just go off like “leave me alone we’re done with head boy and head girl duties today” 
  • and then he just sulks which is unexpected and he’s just “why are you always like this to me? do you hate me or something” 
  • and you just look at him in disbelief like “isn’t it obvious????????” 
  • you swore you saw a hurt expression on his face before it quickly turned into a smug one. “i thought you were over the fact that I was better than you in everything” 
  • you slapped him across the face 
  • ”shut up you don’t know anything just mind your own business” 
  • he looks stunned and gingerly touches his cheek “you know y/n…. I only really wanted to be one of the top students so I could get closer to you…” 
  • your mind just went blank. “stop messing with me what in the world are you saying?” 
  • ”i mean it y/n!!! ever since first year i wanted to get to know you but you just shoved me away so I thought maybe if I became a top student just like you… you’d notice me.” 
  • you honestly couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “this is the stupidest thing ever stop playing with me.” 
  • but Junhui was persistent. “i’m not playing honest!! i never even meant to compete with you in the first place but since you were such a nut for academics i was like hey !!! if i’m at your level in academics then maybe you’d even glance at me.” 
  • ”unbelievable” that was all you said to him before turning to walk away again
  • junhui grabbed your wrist before you could and pulled you into a kiss 
  • at this point you were absolutely confused over what was happening, but for some reason you couldn’t pull away
  • that was until you heard cheers and jeers from all around you
  • you abruptly broke the kiss with your face as you saw a pack of Slytherin first years with the slytherin head boy, jeonghan, teasing you and junhui
  • you turned to face the boy who just kissed you, he looked just as red as you
  • although you hated yourself for this, you thought that maybe just maybe… you could give this boy a chance 

anonymous asked:

As an ENTP, I hardly study. But I've developed the bad habit of not listening at all in class so it means I have to study at home. I haven't actually studied (I usually just read my notes over once) ever. Any advice on how I can study? Since I have no skills other than memorizing things lol.

I literally have to mix it up every time. And I refuse to memorize. God I hate it. It’s part of the reason I picked engineering, I can make up math and answers on the spot. With memorizing its either you know it or you don’t. I’m… too stubborn to do it. Buuut, I am in my last semester of chemical engineering, so I do in fact have to study. (I don’t study as much as other people but small steps) Here are some tactics that I use to squish a bunch of info into my brain. 

  • Put the notes into a song
    • The more effort you take to make your notes rhyme, they more you remember it!
    • Bonus points for only using the tunes from Britney Spears songs. 
  • Study with a partner
    • With a good partner. Not a bad partner. But go over questions and answers, throw them out there, answer quickly, if you don’t know the answer figure it out and discuss it until it makes sense. And then go through the questions again. This can be fun, efficient, and kind of draining tbh. 
  • Make a bunch of flash cards a bunch of times
    • Maybe 2 or 3 times… More than once. If you do this, you don’t necessarily need to actually review the cards. I hate reviewing.
  • Write out cheat sheets to consolidate your notes into more general ideas
    • If you understand your notes enough to be able to discuss it in terms of big ideas with the little details for extra support then you’ve got it.
  • Borrow a hot person’s book 
    • ENTPs are people pleasers, and we generally want to impress the people we like. Your efficiency may increase tenfold with a hottie’s book. (I know mine does)
  • Record yourself reading your notes 
    • It’s a good way to a review. A bit ancient. But effective in the slow not-really-actually-effective way. 
  • Do light exercise while you study
    • Healthy people do better on tests!
  • Sleep
    • Yeah, so if you’re not being productive, just give up and go to sleep or something. Also sleeping is healthy :p. 

Here’s my bad advice! Good luck!

anonymous asked:

tadhdfw you barely pay attention in class, hardly study, but still by some ridiculous miracle you get an A on the test. Thank god I have luck to make up for my ADHD lmfao

Me as fuuuuck. I almost always pass my tests (math sometimes being the exception) with minimal to zero studying lol. It’s the homework that trips me up.

Things I learned my Freshman year of college

1. Don’t be nervous All of the other freshman are just as scared as you are, some are just better at hiding it.

2. Make friends at orientation, don’t stay quiet!  Orientation is basically a practice run of the real deal, so branch out and make new friends, you will most likely become great friends with the people you meet. (I did:)).

3. STUDY!  This. Is. Not. High school anymore. No matter how hard you believe that you can, you CAN NOT wing something or hardly study and still ace it. If you try to do that you will end up with at best a C, and starting with a low GPA your first semester just means you have to work twice as hard as you should have the first semester to make it up. 

4. Go to class You are going to want to skip. At the beginning of the year you will be too scared, but then you’ll do it once and you’ll want to do it alll the time. But really, don’t do it! The more you miss the harder it is to maintain a good grade in that class because college classes move so fast. So if you need a personal day, take it, but don’t make a habit out if it!

5. Don’t be afraid of change College will change you whether you like it or not. I was much more shy and kept to my small friend group in HS but now I’m more confident in myself and outgoing. Change is great. Accept it. You’re growing up and becoming the person you’re supposed to be, so don’t fight it. 

6. You will not stay friends with all of your HS friends and it’s okay. The friends that are worth having will still keep in touch with you even though you don’t have to see each other 5 days a week. You may not be able to hang out all the time, but it is understood that you still love them. 

7. Get involved! Play sports, join a club, rush, just do something! You have to put yourself out there to make friends. More often than not, it does not happen like the movies where you go to college and magically make a million friends. Be open, be social, be genuine. 

8. Don’t wear heels to class Just don’t do that please. 

anonymous asked:

Can i pls request a ten scenarios? His first kiss with his crush but in a sexy/wild way? Love your blog so much and glad that you're running it!♡

Thanks, we’re so glad you love the blog! This is an older request so we hope you’re still reading, sorry for the super long wait. 

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“This stop is Korea University station, Korea University station. ”

Another mundane and slow day at school had ended. This was not your ideal way to go through university but what could you do? In order to get good grades at school, you had devoted the majority of your time to your studies. You hardly had any close friends in your program and the ones that you were close to were just as busy as you.

You sighed deeply before stepping onto Line 6, heading in the direction where the library you frequented was located.

Just great, no more seats.

You grumbled under your breath as you headed to the last cart of the train and rested your back against the wall in the corner.

It was just one of those days where you wondered why your life was so dull and nothing eventful ever happened to you.

You crossed your arms and glanced out the windows.

“Arriving at Anam station, Anam station.”

When the doors to the subway opened, a group of young university guys walked in with gym bags and casual wear.

Oh right, Anam station is where the gym complex to my school is.

You looked up expectantly, wondering if you would see that someone in the crowd.

You overheard him and his friends after class often setting up times after school to meet up at the gym. 

Your eyes scanned the crowd before they landed on a familiar pair of eyes that was staring back at you.

Your eyes widened slightly and you diverted your gaze elsewhere.

Oh my gosh, I can’t believe he’s here!

You bit your lip, hoping that he didn’t see the eagerness that fills you whenever you bump into him.

He was the only interesting part of your university life so far. He was probably the cutest guy in your major and him being in most of your classes was pure bliss. He had a great sense of style and you simply loved it when he wore pastel caps and silverware earrings. But most of all, his bright smile and kind eyes were what you liked the most.

You were lucky enough to work on a presentation with him last year, but since it was a group project with a lot of members, you didn’t get the chance to speak to him that much.

However, you noticed that the two of you exchanged eye contact almost on a daily basis and once in a while he would even greet you with a timid ‘hi’.  

You knew you were a fool for being so giddy over a simple hi but he was probably the only reason you looked forward to attending your classes. Even now you had to suppress your smile by turning the other way.

“Hey girl,”

Oh gosh, please don’t let it be that guy…

You concluded that the saying that both good and bad news usually arrive at the same time must be true.

Although you got to see Ten, bumping into the jock that was in your elective class was definitely not what you wanted.

You tried to hide your face and pretend that you didn’t know him, but it was clearly too late. His buff frame had already appeared before you, a gym bag slung over his shoulders, a stench emitting from his body. You resisted the urge to pinch your nose.

“Let’s go out to grab drinks, it’s on me.”

How he managed to ask you out for drinks while smelling like gym socks never failed to amaze you.

“I’m okay, thanks. I gotta head to the library.”

You turned the other way trying to escape the corner, but he stood in front of you without budging, knowing you had no where to turn to.

“Oh come on. You’re always busy, let loose for once.”

Before you could look for a way to escape, you noticed someone closing in on the space between you and the jock before he could step any closer to you.

“_______! Sorry, I’m late.”

Ten placed an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

The way your name rolled off his tongue and how you fit perfectly around his arm made your heartbeat quicken.

He turned to look at the jock with a clueless expression on his face.

“Are you going to the library too?”

The jock didn’t confront him but looked away, evidently annoyed by his interference.

Ten let out a breath of relief before he unwrapped his arm and turned to look at you with a shy smile.

“Hey.” He whispered quietly.

You smiled at him.


“Well, it wasn’t exactly the way I planned to say hi but he didn’t really look like your type. Hope I didn’t interrupt.”

Your eyes widened as you waved your two hands, maybe a bit too wildly.

“No, no! Not at all. Thanks… and you’re right he’s not my type.”

Ten seemed to smile a tad wider as you heard snickering a few seats down from the corner you were standing.

His friends made heart gestures and signalled the two of you to continue talking.

Ten shooed them away and turned to look back at you. You noticed a hint of pink in his cheeks… he couldn’t possibly have interest in you, could he?

You cleared your throat, gaining a bit of your confidence back.

“So… I didn’t know you still remembered my name.”

He lifted an eyebrow at you before giving you a sly smile.

“Now why would you think that I forgot it?”

You shrugged.

“Well, we never really talked much.”

“Since you rush off to the library after every lesson, it’s pretty hard to get a hold of you.”

Ten broke into a laugh as you smiled wider.

He notices… he notices me!

“I just never had a reason to stay.”

You looked up at him hesitantly, trying to read his expression, but before you could the announcement on the intercom signalled that the train was arriving at the next stop.

Almost immediately, a flood of people rushed in, pushing one another until they had enough space to fit in.

Oh great… Dongmyo station.

It was already the busiest station since it was the first transfer station onto the Dongdaemun line, but the amount of passengers seemed to double during rush hour.

Although he tried his best to keep a comfortable gap between the two of you, Ten was pushed closer and closer to you until you were leaning flat against the corner of the train. He had one arm up against the wall, trying his best to keep some distance between you two.

By now, his friends were nowhere in sight and all you could see was the backs of people facing the front of the cart, eager to reach their stop due to the packed train.

The distance between you and Ten was so close that you could hear his steady breathing. You hoped that he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

He slouched a bit so that he could keep his body further away from you, causing the two of you to come face-to-face.

He mouthed a ‘sorry’ as you answered with a smile and a shake of your head.

You studied the way his eyes were shaped; wide but slightly turned up, so that he looked like he was almost always smiling. The way his black hair fell slightly over his eyes led you to admire his tall nose bridge that was the perfect shape for his face. Your ‘studying’ brought you to look at the ways his bright coloured lips were slightly parted as if the words he wanted to stay remained lingering on his lips.

With the way the train was moving, the crowd of people continued to push and shove, trying to create space for themselves.

This made the distance between Ten and you close in.

Your faces were just inches apart now, but he had averted his gaze to the ceiling to make it less awkward for the two of you.

However, a sudden jolt from the man behind Ten threw him off guard as his lips crashed into yours.

Even though it was a large impact, his soft lips felt heavenly on yours and you felt your lips kiss back on your own.

His eyes widened and he pulled away from you, slightly taken aback.

From his expression, you knew that he felt you kiss back and you wished a black hole would just open and swallow you up.

What on earth was I thinking?

Ten’s look of surprise was no longer on his face, but now he looked at you intently, as if he was trying to figure out your feelings.

You furrowed your eyebrows and bit your lip as you looked away from him.

I am so getting off at the next stop. He probably thinks I’m a weirdo.

However, what Ten did next shocked you.

He bent down so the two of you were on the same eye level, as he brought up his hand to cup your cheek softly.

You turned to look at him.

The train had just gone out of the tunnel and rode along the outdoor track. 

The sun was just starting to set and the warm orange glow that emitted from the sun rays brought out the brown in Ten’s eyes as the rays hit his skin every now and then.

His eyes seemed to speak as he glanced at you meaningfully before turning his gaze to your lips, inching closer and closer slowly. The distance between your lips finally closed when he kissed you deeply, as if confirming his feelings for you.

You kissed him back as you closed your eyes and brought your arms up to hold onto the sides of his shirt lightly, afraid that if you embraced him the dream-like scenario would end.

When he finally pulled back, he smiled at you warmly.

“You have a reason now.”


“A reason to stay instead of rushing off after class.”

He laughed as you bit your lip hesitantly.

“Arriving at Sindang station, Sindang station.”

He held your arm lightly as he signalled for you to get off the train with him.

“Where are we going?”

He turned back to face you with a playful smile on his lips.

“Well, not to the library I hope!”

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I am notoriously bad at relaxing. In fact, I’m practically famous for it. How on earth does anyone relax when there is SO MUCH TO DO?.  Alas, my poor little body and brain can’t always keep up and I quite often end up over exerting myself and burning out, which is hardly conducive to productive studying. I know it will serve me better in the long run to manage everything better and to REST. Unfortunately, I am terrible at these things. So, I’ve compiled a list of things to do in order to rest, relax and generally not freak out over everything you’ve got left to do and haven’t done omg my life’s a mess help

Here is a list of things either you or future Ellen could do to relax & look after themselves:

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