“Study while others are sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing.” — William Arthur Ward
Hey guys, how was your day?🤓
Mine was okay, I managed to study a little bit and I’ve also done my Weekly Study Schedule (printable from @emmastudies) because I am now on holidays but still have exams at the end of April and beginning of May! After my exams I’ll have 3months and a half of holidays! I AM SO READY FOR THAT TBH!
So here is a little picture of my desk area from today!📚🙌🏻
I’ve also read an article saying that drinking water helps boost one’s mental performance: STUDY! To sum up, it basically helps your brain to work faster! (Now you can picture me drinking 900L of water before my finals hahahaha)😂😂😂
Side note: I ordered “Long Walk To Freedom: The Autobiography of Nelson Mandela”, I’ll have to wait around 2 weeks before getting it because I bought a used one from Amazon for only 3€ (I’m obsessed with used books with pages discoloration, notes and highlighting inside)🙌🏻
Have a nice day guys, I hope you all doing okay, don’t forget to stay motivated no matter what!💪🏻 xx
The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. “Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.”
The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son … a son of Pyke, of the islands.”
“Hello?” You asked, pulling your phone up to your ear as you sat on a bench a few blocks away from Rand.
“I’ve been calling you for hours, Y/N,” Joy breathed out in exasperation. “Where are you?”
“I’m fine,” you whispered in an attempt to ease her worry. Joy had always been like a sister to you, and you knew that she saw you as family after everything you had done for her and her brother.
“That doesn’t answer the question,” she pointed out. You heard her voice become muffled, the phone moving so that you wouldn’t be able to hear who she was talking to.
“Joy?” You questioned after a minute of listening to muffled voices. You thought you recognized the other voice; it was a distressed man, and you knew of only one person it could be.
“Go back to your office,” Joy ordered as her voice became clear again. The man began to protest in the background before she cut him off. “I’m serious, Ward.”
“Just tell her I’m sorry and-”
“Joy, I’m hanging up,” you stated, beginning to move the phone away from your ear.
“Y/N, don’t hang up-” Joy began to say.
“Tell Ward that I don’t know if I’m coming home tonight.”
Joy’s words fell short as she heard the sound of you hanging up. She let out a small sigh and put her phone on her desk before looking at her distressed brother.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ward questioned in a low voice.
“She’s not sure if she’s coming home tonight,” Joy spoke slowly, beginning to feel nervous about how her brother would react.
“Where does she plan on going?” He exclaimed, running a hand over his face.
“I don’t know.”
“She can’t not come home, Joy! She’ll be on the streets if she doesn’t… she can’t be on the streets,” he rambled, his eyes stinging with tears as he began to walk out of his sister’s office.
“Where are you going, Ward?” Joy asked in a timid voice.
“To my office.”
Hours later, Joy found herself making her way to Ward’s office, phone in hand as she looked at the video of Danny with the woman who had a sick child.
“I’m sure you’re aware of this, that video has gone viral,” she stated, walking into his office. She realized that he wasn’t at his desk, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she picked up an empty pill bottle and looked arundel the room. “Ward? Hey, wake up.”
He let out a small groan as she walked over and placed her hands on his face. His eyes opened slightly and he looked at her with a distant expression.
“What did you take?” She questioned nervously. He let out another groan and closed his eyes, snuggling further into his couch. “Ward, hey, what did you take? I need to know so I can help you.”
“I’m fine,” he said, drawing out his words.
“Obviously not,” she argued as he sat up. She watched as he stared across the room with a blank expression, her chest tightening with worry. “Ward, you’re scaring me.”
“I scared her, too,” he mumbled. Joy felt all of the pieces click into place as to why Ward had taken something so strong at the office.
“I’m calling her,” she told him, going to grab her phone.
“Joy, don’t,” he protested, grabbing onto her arm as he laid back down. He pulled her arm close to his body and closed his eyes. “You’ve stuck by me this whole time, I need you to leave her out of this, now.”
“I’m not asking.”
“Okay, I won’t call her.”
As soon as he had fallen asleep and let her arm fall out of his grasp, Joy quietly dashed over to her phone that was resting on his desk.
“Pick up, pick up,” she repeated quietly as she waited for you to answer.
“Thank God,” she breathed out in relief.
“Joy? What’s wrong?” You questioned hurriedly upon hearing her stressed tone.
“It’s Ward,” she explained, looking over at her brother who was passed out on the couch. He was mumbling something in his sleep that she couldn’t understand, but she knew that it had something to do with you.
“Where is he, Joy? What did he do?”
“We’re at Rand,” she told you. “He took something, and I don’t know what, but he’s really scaring me, Y/N. I know that you don’t want to see him, but-”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” you interrupted her. “I’m not that far away.”
Joy sat at Ward’s desk, looking out the large glass windows as the sun finally set all the way. Her eyes flickered to the door as she heard a small knock from outside before you attempted to silently open the door.
“He’s asleep,” she said as she got up to meet you halfway. You glanced over at the sleeping man, heart aching at he sight of how broken he looked. He had always been such a big part of your life, and you knew that you were part of the reason why he hadn’t given up on life.
“Thank you for calling me,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around her in a quick hug.
“You’re the love of his life, there’s nobody else I could ever call,” she whispered back with a smile. Ward made a small noise in his sleep and began to move. “I’ll let you two have some privacy.”
You nodded and watched as she left the office before moving to sit on the floor in front of the couch. You reached a hand up and brushed it across the side of his face, a sad smile forming on your own face as he instinctively leaned into your touch. It only took a moment before he inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering open with a glazed over look before landing on you.
“Y/N?” He questioned in shock.
“Hey,” you greeted him softly. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern as he sat up, refusing to look at you.
“Why are you here?”
“Joy called me, she said that you took something.”
“I told her not to call you,” he muttered under his breath as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“I’m glad she did.”
“Why do you care? You’re the one who left,” he snapped, turning to face you. His pupils were blown, skin clammy as he came down from his high.
“Don’t start this with me now, Ward,” you hissed out angrily. “I was worried sick when Joy called me!”
“And you think I wasn’t worried about you last night and today?” He cried out. His voice cracked as his eyes filled with hurt, his arms crossed over his chest as he tried to keep himself together.
“Anything could have happened to you, Y/N! What do you expect me to do if you’re just not here anymore?” He questioned in a tight voice. “Thinking about that makes me feel sick, and then you left. What else was I supposed to do?”
“Anything but this,” you whispered truthfully. “You should never do this to yourself because of something I do. Your health is too important to throw away because of me being ridiculously stubborn.”
Ward let out a chuckle, a genuine smile forming on his face as he looked at you with lighter eyes. One of his hands reached out, gently grabbing onto a strand of your hair and twirling it in between his fingers.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered quietly.
“I may get mad at you and storm off, but I’ll always come back,” you promised, moving to sit beside him. Ward wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his side as he leaned back into the couch. “Promise me that you won’t do this to yourself again, alright?”
“As long as I have you, I won’t.”
Ward knew that he was lying, his body already beginning to crave the drug that had put him into such a state. He wanted desperately to please you, though, and he knew that if he was to disappoint you, he would never recover. Lying was the only way for him to feel as if he was doing right by you.
It annoys me when people tell me to ward as a support when I’ve got 3/3 wards placed and I’m constantly replacing them in needed spots and they have 0/3 placed. It’s Season 7 guys…you need to freaking ward. Or hey…how about you don’t wander deep into their jungle without vision?
im gonna eternally be pissed over the fact that i was forced into the psych ward not once, but TWICE last summer
the second one i was in there for like 2 weeks too because they wanted to try ect with me but then we never actually did it, so i ended up getting caught there over labor day AND MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
not to mention i had to skip an entire quarter of school i could have spent with my friends feeling a little better, and the isolation of being home alone for over ten weeks nearly killed me
Chloe decides to take William’s advice and tries to get all the babes, discovering the wonders of ass along the way, but struggles with her inner bro. Meanwhile, Max is tired of playing wingman and her lack of tits and goes on a secret mission. (Part 1, Part 2 | YouTube)
“What? No!” you protested as you pulled away from Danny. He
looked startled, and before he could speak, you explained, “I-I can’t impose on
you. I’ll stay in a hotel or something.”
Ward snorted and said, “Right. Because you’re definitely
imposing on Danny in his giant, multi-million dollar loft.” When you didn’t
respond, Ward fixed you with an amused expression. “Do you even have money for
You opened your mouth to say of course you did, but then you
closed it again, remembering you had left your wallet behind after your quick exodus.
“If you truly wish to stay in a hotel, I will pay,” Danny
offered, even though it was clear he would rather you stay, and you immediately
began to shake your head. “You’re not staying out on the streets, (Y/N). And
you’re not going back to… to him.”
The disgust in Danny’s voice was very clear, and you could
only stare at him helplessly. He gave you a disarming smile, his voice
reasonable as he said, “Besides, Ward isn’t wrong. What’s the point of having a
nice place in a fancy building if I can’t use it to help friends in need?”
You wanted to argue with him, you really did. But you were
exhausted and didn’t have the energy to fight it. And truth be told… the idea
of Danny in the next room while you slept was a sort of comfort and safety you
hadn’t felt in months.
“Okay, okay,” you relented, giving him an unhappy look which
did nothing to dull his bright smile. “But I’m taking the couch.”
“Not a chance,” Danny said, rising to his feet with that grin
still on his face. “The bed is too soft for me, and I usually come out here and
sleep on the floor anyway.”
You heard an amused sigh come from Ward, who was also getting
to his feet, reaching for the jacket he had draped across the armchair he had
been previously occupying.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Danny’s attention had
turned to Ward, eyebrows furrowed.