how many hours did I spend on this

1. Take a clipboard to school.
You have to be prepared to do homework ANYWHERE at ANYTIME. Carry it in your hand with some paper and your homework clipped onto it and get work done whenever you can. Don’t keep the clipboard in your bag.

2. USE YOUR PLANNER EVERY DAY.
Keeping track of assignments and important dates helps clear your mind. You don’t have to worry about remembering everything because all of it is written down. If you have a lot going on at once, start a bullet journal. If you can, divide your planner into sections based on different activities. For example, my bullet journal has 4 major sections: school work, extracurricular activities, community service, and general life issues. This creates order in the midst of chaos and also enforces the idea of taking everything one at a time. Your planner shouldn’t overwhelm you.

3. Get the biggest calendar you can find and hang it on the wall.
The purpose of the calendar is to allow you to establish a general time frame for everything you need to do. PLAN AHEAD. Make sure EVERYTHING is on that calendar. Being overwhelmed by your planner is bad because it leads to a stressful day; your calendar takes on the role of allowing you to see the big picture. Having everything written down on a calendar creates a sense of urgency that’ll decrease the likelihood or duration of procrastination.

4. If you’re taking multiple AP classes, dedicate at least one day of the week to each subject.
I had 7 AP’s so I studied a different subject each day. For example, every Monday was Macroeconomics day. I took my econ review book to school on Mondays and studied whenever I had some extra time. Start doing this 3 or 4 months before the exams in May to avoid cramming and excessive stress.

5. Sleep whenever you can but avoid sleeping on the way home from school.
If you enter your home feeling sleepy the bed is going to be extra enticing.

6. If you NEED to pull an all-nighter (try to avoid them), drink a cup of straight up black coffee (no sugar) and take a 20 minute nap.
It takes some time for the caffeine to kick in so you might as well get some sleep. You’ll eventually get used to the bitterness.

7. Sometimes you need to skip school but don’t skip unless you absolutely have to.
If you do, you better not sleep in! Wake up normally and get to work ASAP. Do the makeup work and turn it in the next day, even if you don’t have to.

8. Study smarter, not harder.
Figure out which study methods work for you. Note-taking is time-consuming so try to find alternatives. You don’t have to make everything aesthetically pleasing to post it on tumblr. In fact, if you’re compelled to take pretty notes just to post it on tumblr, LEAVE NOW. DO NOT WASTE TIME.

9. Do homework for the learning experience instead of the grade.
Don’t copy work from your friends. If you use homework as a study resource, you won’t have to worry about long review sessions before a test. I have never studied for a Spanish test but the lowest score I’ve ever gotten on one is a 93. How? I did my homework.  

10. STOP TRYING TO BE PERFECT. STOP IT RIGHT NOW.
Perfection = waste of time. Don’t spend 10 hours writing an essay if you know you can get the same grade by only spending 2. I used to believe that the most important thing was being proud of everything you put your name on but none of that matters when you haven’t slept in 48 hours.

11. Complete the difficult tasks first.
One of the many reasons people procrastinate is to avoid difficult tasks. If you save the hardest assignment for last, you’re more vulnerable to wasting time.

12. This one is very bad because it involves lying but it saved my grade a couple of times: ALWAYS turn in your homework.
Why? Rarely missing an assignment gives you a good reputation and teachers tend to trust hardworking students. If you ever forget to do an assignment and you’re known to be a good student, your teacher is more likely to believe your excuse. Or, if you really left it at home, he/she/they might give you an extra day.

13. GOOGLE DRIVE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND.
Can’t turn in your essay because you told yourself you’d print it in the morning and forgot? No worries! It’s in google drive! Need a past assignment for reference but have the copy at home? No worries! It’s in google drive!

14. Your study space significantly impacts productivity. Organize your room/space to maximize concentration/productivity.

15. MOST IMPORTANTLY, give yourself some time off.
If you don’t, you’ll eventually burn out and nothing will be able to motivate you again. I like to go watch a movie alone once in a while because it clears my mind for 2 hours. Being constantly bombarded with due dates can lead to massive anxiety issues. And guess what? You can’t get anything done if you’re having multiple panic attacks or if you’re in bed all day because you’re depressed. Take care of yourself. School can wait but your physical and mental health can’t.

anonymous asked:

what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?

ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.) 

so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem@roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage. 

THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands. 

(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!) 

it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides. 

the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about Jaryd Atadero I think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn. 

so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.

Hands To Myself

Roughly inspired by Hand to Myself by Selena Gomez. 
Just a side note that I really can’t write smut, I feel incredibly weird so I do apologize for the cliff hanger ;)

Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
You’re metaphorical gin and juice

I mean I could but why would I want to?


It was convenient that Tom and [Y/N] lived right across the street from one another. It meant that they could just walk over and not have to worry about the awful London traffic. Or even that if they drank a little too much, their home was just a few feet over. It was great. What wasn’t convenient was that Tom and his best mate, Harrison, always, like clockwork played basketball every morning. And [Y/N] had the front row seats with her window facing the cul-de-sac they played on. 

[Y/N] had never been a sexual person. She just kept her hands in her lap and behaved like a good girl but ever since she had starting dating Tom, it was getting a lot harder to maintain the proper ladylike persona her parents had raised her to have. It seemed that even the simplest movements Tom would make would send her senses into overdrive and force her to have the mind of horny thirteen year old boy. And [Y/N] could bet money that Tom had no idea what he was doing to her, he was always such a gentlemen when it came to her personal space. Of course they would cuddle and have make-out sessions but he was always aware of where his hands would be. And [Y/N] loved that for the most part, she was adoring that Tom wasn’t acting out on his hormones and was being respectful of her body because her body wasn’t a piece of property that he could invite himself into whenever he pleased. But, there were days where she wished he would just use all his pent up sexual urges and show her what she did to him. 

And it didn’t help that this morning, Tom was shirtless. The sun was kissing his body and causing every curve and dip of his muscles glisten from the sweat that was covering his upper body. It was a taunt and it was driving her insane. She stood by the window, watching Harrison and Tom play for a few more minutes before she decided that she needed to do something to get the idea of what laid beyond the shorts that were covering the rest of him out of her head. 

Splashing cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and noticed a small purple mark poking out from her shirt. Wincing, she pulled the collar down to inspect it a little more. She would admit the night before was one of their more friskier nights, Tom had never left a hickey before. It left her flustered and she could bet that seeing Tom this morning made the feelings come back twice as hard. Blowing air out of her mouth, she dug around in her drawer to find some concealer. Even though she was twenty, her parents would freak the hell out that she was engaging in any kind of physical contact with her boyfriend. If she didn’t still live at home, she would have shrugged and went on about her day. 

Dabbing some on until she felt that it was hidden enough, she closed her eyes when she heard the victory yells from Tom. Gripping the counter, she looked at herself. She could feel herself getting hot at the thought of what more could have happened the night before if her parents hadn’t came home so early. Swallowing hard, she told herself to get a grip. 

Walking towards her closet, she threw on some running shorts and a matching sports bra. Reaching around her jacket, she zipped it up halfway. [Y/N] needed to run off her hormones, put something else in her head. Walking into the kitchen to grab a protein bar, she noticed a note from her parents. 

Went shopping at the mall and then going to see a film. After that we’ll be going grocery shopping. Be home right before 6. Send a text if Tom and Harrison will be joining for dinner so I’ll be prepared. xx mom

Plucking the note from the fridge, she laid it on the counter and sent her mother a text saying that most likely Tom and Harrison will be coming over. Four out of the seven days, they normally did. Grabbing a sip of her water, she headed out the door. 

“[Y/N]! Come play with us, Haz needs all the help he can get.” Tom chuckled. 

Walking over towards the two boys who were dripping with sweat, she placed a peck on Tom’s cheek and patted Harrison’s shoulder. “Love to, but I’m going to go run a few miles.” 

“Ew,” Harrison groaned. 

“Ew, yourself.” [Y/N] responded, sticking out her tongue. She turned towards Tom in time to find him rake his eyes over her attire. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore his lingering gaze over her exposed torso. 

“I agree with Harrison, why are you running?” Tom asked, “You could get in your daily exercise right here with me.” He motioned towards the basketball hoop.

[Y/N] really wanted to respond with something inappropriate but decided against it. It was only going to make her situation worse. “I’ll pass, but maybe next time. I’ll see you in an hour.” 

“An hour?! How many fucking miles you plan on running, [Y/N]” Harrison sputtered. 

Shrugging, she started to jog backwards, “However many I can run in an hour, Haz.” Shaking her head, she smiled and blew kisses towards them and turned to face forward and headed off. 


[Y/N] had needed a lot more than an hour to get her mind off of her sexual thoughts about Tom. She had ran for thirty minutes before she slowed to a walk to give her burning legs a rest and in that time, she had made up five million fantasies. All of them ranging from innocent fluffy to extremely fifty shades. After walking for another thirty, she decided to run back to the house. Figuring that Harrison had probably either gone home or knowing that Tom would be spending time with her and went inside to hang out with Sam and Harry. 

Slowing down her pace when she spotted Tom sitting on her porch in the comfy bench her mother had insisted on spending four hundred dollars on. She smiled as she hopped up the steps, “Hey you.” 

Looking up from his phone, Tom smiled back. “Hey yourself. I thought you said you were going to run for an hour? How many miles did you clear?”

Shrugging, [Y/N] unzipped her jacket all the way, fanning herself with her hand. She hated to feel so hot that the only thing she wanted was to peel off her own skin. “I don’t know maybe five or six? I wasn’t tracking it but I reached the fountain and came back.” 

Tom whistled, “Look at you speedy.” He chuckled and got up from the bench to hug her. 

“No, I’m gross.” She whined. 

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook his head. “No, never. Impossible.” 

Trying to ignore the skin to skin contact, she pushed him away and rolled her eyes. Reaching into her hidden pocket for the spare key to her house, she unlocked the front door and walked in. “Did Haz go home or is he with the twins?” 

“The twins,” he responded, following her in. 

“So, he’ll be over for dinner too? I was supposed to tell my mom for sure.” 

Tom shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll ask him,” texting Harrison, he slid his phone back into his shorts pockets. 

Chugging some water to cool down, she tossed him a gatorade. “You going to eat dinner with my parents with just that on?” [Y/N] teased. 

Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, the well-defined muscles flexing and tightening made [Y/N] lick her lips. “Are you going to wear that to dinner with your parents?” He squinted his eyes, pushing off the counter, he walked towards her in just four steps. His thumb rubbed against the spot on her neck where she had covered with concealer. “Bloody Hell, your father is going to kill me.” He muttered. 

“What?” 

Tapping your neck, he chuckled. “I’ve given you a hickey. I guess the sweat from your run rubbed the makeup off.” 

Chewing on her lip, she shrugged. “I’ll cover it back up when I get dressed. No big deal, they will never know.” 

“Good because that is not a conversation I want to have with your father.” He shuddered at the thought of being confronted by one of the seriously intimidating men he had ever come to meet. Tom reminisced to the time where he had first met her father, he was ready to piss himself. 

[Y/N] shook her head and laughed, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. She could have keeled over and died from laughing so hard at her father and Tom’s first encounter. She had to reassure Tom that her father really did like him after the first few times and he had even told her that he preferred Tom over her past boyfriends. 

“Hey Tom?”

“Yes, love?”

She fidgeted with the bottom of her jacket, running the zipper up and down causing Tom to look at her with a confused look. “How long have we been dating now?”

Tom tilted his head to the side and did the math in his head. “A little over two years, why?”

“Do you not find me sexually attractive?” 

Tom choked on his spit, completely blind sided by her question. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Avoiding his baffled stare, she sighed. “Am I not sexually appealing? Like, is there a reason why we haven’t had sex?” 

Tom seriously couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. He moved in her line of sight, speaking softly, “Hey, look at me.” Waiting until she met him, he smiled softly. “Are you seriously asking me that? If I didn’t find you to be sexy, I wouldn’t have left that hickey on your neck. Of course I find you to be sexy. I find you to be sexy all the time, [Y/N].” 

“Really?” 

“Really.” Tom confirmed, shaking his head at how crazy her question was. He chuckled a little before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have I thought about sex with you? Yes. But I, it’s not, I don’t. Sex isn’t just something we do because it feels good, [Y/N]. I want it to be special, meaningful. We’d be sharing ourselves in a more personal way and I might be ready to do that but you might not be.” Cupping her face, he smiled again. “I would never want to pressure you into something because I don’t have to have sex with you to know that I want to be with you. Is it difficult, yes, especially when you wear things like what you have on now.” His eyes trailed down her and then back, “But, I love you for you not for sex or anything else. It would just be an added bonus.” 

[Y/N] couldn’t help but blush at his words. Again, he was always so respectful. “I love you, Holland.” 

“And I love you, [L/N]” He pulled her into a hug, the kind that she melted into. [Y/N] would swear up and down that Tom had different kind of hugs. And the way he was hugging her now was her all time favorite. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, almost like she was completely safe and nothing could harm her all while feeling the love radiate from his body. 

Pulling away a little, she took a deep breath. “What if I’m ready now?” 

Tom’s eye sparkled a little as he studied her expression, “Then I’d plan it to be special.” 

“No, like now.” 

Now?” Tom asked in surprise. 

“Yes, like right here, right now.” Wincing and giggling lightly, she shrugged, “Or well in my room, not here in the kitchen, that’d be weird. We eat and cook in here.”

Tom pulled apart from her completely, looking her dead straight in the eyes. “You want to have sex right now? Really? Are you sure, [Y/N].” She could tell he was getting flustered, “What if your parents come home? Or Haz decides to just come over? Don’t you think it’d be more special if I had planned it out to be romantic?”

“I love you, Tom, I really do but when has anything you’ve ever planned romantically gone according to plan?” She raised a brow, waiting for him to answer.

“You have a point….”

She grabbed for his hands, “I think it would be special right now. Don’t think I haven’t notice the looks you’ve been giving me when you think I’m not looking. Isn’t passion what makes it special?” 

“Bloody Hell,” Tom mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “You’re going to kill me, absolutely kill me.” 

Saeyoung - Valentine’s Day Special

  After you chose the happiest member, but with a tragic past, as if affected by a spell, you felt tired. Your body was heavy and your eyelids were closing instinctively. Just as if you hadn’t slept for days. You gave up quickly, without reading the messages.

 Some hours later, you woke up feeling a lot better. Unlikely before, your body seemed extremely light. However, you weren’t expecting that.  Everything seemed wrong.

  You were in a strange place, lying on a couch and everything was a mess. What you made you more confused was how that room was identical to Seven’s. After playing his route so many times, you were sure about it.

  While looking around, you found your phone. But seeing all those Honey Buddha Chips made you hungry. You would be so happy to eat it with Luciel.  That’s when someone suddenly appeared.

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Little Steps

So this is my first contribution to TXF fandom and my first foray into ff for an extremely long time. I never thought I would write ff again, but you simply incredible writers have inspired me so much and… this little piece is kind of the result of that. So, if it’s read or not, I’d like to thank you all for doing what you do and getting this little one writing again. 


Pre-revival, Post-IWTB. MSR angst. 

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He comes to her in the dead of night and the thought prods at the back of his mind that this never used to be something to be anxious about.

In the early days, Mulder had never really worried if Scully would be happy to see him. His wild and reckless young mind had never entertained the idea that she wouldn’t let him in, be perfectly willing to hear his next mad-cap idea.

And then, as the years passed, Mulder has always known that Scully may sigh and roll her eyes, say “ Mulder, it’s late ” in that exhausted way of hers, but the smile at the edge of those lips would say otherwise and he’d slip past her into her living room and down onto her sofa before she could change her mind. (He knew that she wouldn’t.)

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Jikook/Kookmin in BTS Run ep.11 (1st 10min)

Pls let me rant a little bit (okay maybe not a little bit, you can just skip straight to the pics if you don’t wanna lose your precious time reading my complain)

1st of all, fml.

2nd of all, I hate living in the dormitory with limited internet access.

So yeah, yesterday I had time, and I saw many interesting Jikook/Kookmin interaction/moments, so I decided I should do screencap again. I was so excited capturing capturing and  capturing until I realize I had no freaking internet access anymore. All the data was gone at freaking 3pm.

Yes, I lived for 9 hours without any internet access. And coincidence much, the road was so icy yesterday that all the public transportation was cancelled, delayed etc. It was too dangerous to go outside. And no, I’m a loner. I’m currently studying abroad, so my family is not here with me. I had no one to spend time with…  ㅠ.ㅠ

I’m surprised at myself, how did I manage to overcome it yesterday? xD

3rd, I decided I’d still post everything I did yesterday. I’m pretty sure you’ve watched the ep many times and recognized plenty of their moments (I’ve only watched it once, ughhhh  ㅠ.ㅠ). But yeah, I don’t want all my internet data yesterday goes to waste, so yeah, here I am.

I did not make anything up. It is what it is. You decide it for yourself ^-^~

Ah, I probably won’t do the rest, nor do this in the future. Not until I can find another way rather than screencap on the Vlive website because it takes so much data :-(

Jikook/Kookmin harmonization while looking into each other’s eyes~



Staring (as always)

But really, you should check this part. The stare was pretty intense for unknown reasons (you can see the timing in the pic)


This is when our bunny tried to imitate/create an angelic smile for his angel hyung xD. Kookie ah why so cute?


When he looked forward to Jiminie making an angelic smile


And after Jiminie smiled, can you notice the difference in these 3 reactions?

The other two were like “ugh kinda disappointing”, but our Kookie still had those heart eyes on him. Then the others started making fun of Jiminie’s smile (devil smile or sth (?)) so he joined force with them as well, but too late Kookie ah, noona saw you there xD

*whisper* he’s in love, so in love, deep in love *run away*


Here comes the flirting Jin xD. Watch Kookie’s expression. He’s smiling here

but right after Jin was done flirting and blew a kiss to Jiminie, the focus started shilfting to Taehyungie, Kookie did his mouth thing again. Coincidence much? I think not  ㅋㅋㅋㅋ


This is when our Ssang-namja of the group was about to show his tsundere-caring side, who were you facing? Who did you look at, baby bunny? xD


Well, you see all in this pic, lemme look into your eyes even tho no one is looking at anyone (actually, perhaps Kookie is looking at Jiminie as well, who knows, only they know >”<)


Pls forgive me, I was distracted by angel Jimin… Look at him, my hearteuuu is not fineeeee  ㅠ.ㅠ 

You already have Kookie, don’t be greedy and give my heart back, Jiminie ah~!


Okay, last one, excuse me, Jeon Jungkook-ssi? EXCUSE ME? You’re acting, you’re supposed to look at our pretty transfer student like the left pic, why are you shifting your eyes to the charming cute angelic class leader next to ‘her’? FOCUS PLS, FOCUS! xD He did not even say anything, just stood still there.


Yeah, it’s not funny, because it’s early in the morning, and I’m freaking late to work. fml again. Hope that you enjoyed it somehow. And I’m sorry again for this crap, I just feel bad if I abandon it.

Thank you very much, hope you all have a nice day ^-^~

anonymous asked:

How did you get so many notes on your art ( its lovely btw, i love the colors you chose and the position of the bodies) i spend hours on mine and never pass 300 notes at all

idek most of my art gets less than 300 this one has more notes than a lot of my better art but i guess it’s just what ppl like at the time

so guys i thought a thing

what if there was a surprise inspection or guest like some important professor comes in pretty late into the museum for a tour and larry is like OH MY GOD NO and he has teddy and sacajawea (the official Responsible Adults) frantically herd all the exhibits into their places and tells them to stand as still as possible while larry distracts the professor person as long as possible

so cue awkward tour through museum while everyone desperately tries to stay as still as possible (the professor keeps swearing they saw something move at the corner of their eye and- hey, wasn’t that statue over THERE a second ago?) and larry is trying to get them out as soon as possible because they are barely keeping this ruse together

things are going badly but nothing’s been blown yet

-the professor could have sworn that those lewis and clarke statues hadn’t been that close a moment ago

-wasn’t teddy roosevelt supposed to be riding a horse?

-why was there a fire extinguisher in the cavemen display?

-was the t-rex always in that position?

-pretty sure those jackal statues are glaring at them

-christopher columbus looks very irritated?? or is it just the professor’s mind playing tricks on them…

-pretty sure that lancelot figurine (why is there a lancelot figurine next to the easter island head?) just checked out larry’s ass

anyways, they get to the egyptian exhibit (one of the star attractions and thereby also one of the ones under the most of the professors scrutiny) and larry’s like “uh so this is the temple of Ahkmenrah, [he begins to obviously imitate someone, but the professor doesn’t know who it could possibly be] fourth king of fourth kings, ruler of the land of my- uh his fathers” and he’s starts melodramatically rambling everything he knows about egypt (basically repeating everything ahk’s ever told him about egypt) very loudly so that ahk can hear him (for two reasons: one, to show off, bc larry’s a little shit, and two, (tears alert) to reassure to him larry is still here, he’s not locked in, everything is fine)

and the professor is impressed like “damn you know a lot about egypt” and he’s like “WELL i have a friend who… really likes egypt”

“who is this friend?? i’d like to meet them”

“uhh… well…”

ahk is suppressing giggles

“uh his name is… [insert reference here. josh. elliot. basically a made-up name bc he can’t exactly say ahkmenrah, can he?]. and he is… an egyptologist! yeah anyways-”

and he sort of gets off track (”he does this thing sometimes where like he rambles everything he’s thinking out loud?? but he only does it when he’s really tired and there’s not too many people nearby it’s adorable. anyway that’s how i learned in way too much detail how, exactly, that particular river plant could be used to kill a man in like a thousand different ways”)

(ahk is smiling in the dark bc larry knows these things and knows him better then anyone ever has- bc his brother went psycho and his parents were always more the pharoah and queen then his PARENTS, even they did love him very much- they weren’t the type you could spend hours and hours with talking about cute boys or herbs or philosophy)

and the professor’s like ‘wow ok obviously this guy has less of a passion for egypt and more of a passion for his ‘friend’ (bc tablet guardians if i want to, bitches) but it’s sweet’

.

and just

oh my god

there is so much more in my imagination right now

like if ahk sneezed (bc the sarcophagus is very dusty and his wrappings are prob undone considering he was prob already half out when the professor arrived) so basically larry and this important professor are like chatting (larry is desperately trying not to sound stupid, but even if he doesn’t actually believe it he’s hella smart and capable so he only comes off as a bit awkward and the professor is very impressed) and the professor is like

“What was that”

“uhhHHHH well probably nothing”

ahk sneezes again (bc in my experience sneezes tend to come in pairs)

“it came frOM THE SARCOPHAGUS”

“oh no”

so maybe they gain a new ally up high if this guest is a good guy

(later they’re told ahk and larry’s ‘friend’ are one and the same and the all of the exhibits sympathize with the professor’s belief they are perfect for one another, despite the potential conflicts of one of them being a four-thousand year old undead egyptian king and the other is a middle aged single dad working as a night guard)

and when there are conflicts (someone wants ahk to go on tour through america, or someone wants to replace the sacajawea model with a newer one or someone has the brilliant idea of getting a wax figure of jean-baptiste for sacajawea so they can get that shit done) now they have more weight to throw around and get shit done or prevent bad things

.

or maybe not

maybe nothing happens (barely) and then at the end the professor’s like “well you are very well informed mr. daley, i’m impressed. so are you an intern here, or a professor?”

“uhh… i’m just the night guard”

“……….what? really??”

bc he knows A LOT about history due to both research to deal with/help out the exhibits and the exhibits themselves, and he’s smart and intuitive and shit and the professor is just very impressed like wow

maybe mcphee comes along later like “it seems you impressed our visitor very much, mr. daley” and he’s smiling and larry gets like a pay raise which is great

idek there’s just so much potential guys yes

Just a quick messy thing I did on my tablet!

Me and 3Holmes spend many hours talking about our Tokka HC! One of them being how Toph and Sokka have noisy sex in Sokka’s office… only to realize after that his secretary was outside the entire time! (Of course she knows theyve been doing the do and their ‘secret affair’ is not fooling anyone!)

Special thanks to 3holmes for helping with the dialogue! ILU girl! ;)

Dear Jack,

If you read this I want to say: Thank you for everything that you’ve done for this community. You make so many people happy each and every single day. You deserve all the subscribers that you have earned & many more to come. When you play games, you face the camera and talk to us, and ask us how we are. I really do appreciate it. You make us feel like we’re never alone, that if we meet you, to come up to you as if you’re our friend. Jack, I’m so happy that I started watching your videos and that you started YouTube. Your videos never fail to make me laugh or smile. I would sometimes watch you during class if I could, and I wouldn’t stop smiling. I really do want to meet you and tell you how much you mean to me and how much I love you. You help so many people. You don’t do this for money, you do this to make so many people happy. You believe in us, all of us, even if we cant believe in ourselves. I don’t know what I’d do if it wasn’t for you. You inspired me, you guide me. You don’t deserve any hate whatsoever. You’re one of the sweetest YouTubers I know. Not once did I stop loving and appreciating you. Also, I’m so so proud of how far you have came. You have 14 million people in this community, that’s so many and I couldn’t be anymore happier. You spend around 12 hours a day, talking to your fans, reposting fan art, and making videos. I just, I appreciate you so much. You make me and so many other people smile. I can’t thank you enough. And if I ever met you, I would be so incredibly happy, I would be able to tell you just how much you mean to me. Thank you so much for everything. I love you so much, Jack 💚 @therealjacksepticeye

anonymous asked:

how much do you earn a month? a week? a year? And how do you become a writer on commission?

All great questions! I have the worst kind of answer: Depends!

I’m a freelance writer, for the most part, so it’s up to me to track down jobs. This means writing proposals, sending out resumes, and trying to convince people that, not only can I write, but I can do so reliably and quickly for a greater value and higher quality than any other writer out there.

I still work a day job (I’m an EMT), but my writing probably pulls in 15k-20k a year right now since I’m so new. Some weeks, I don’t make anything, other weeks I make $1500 for a project I’ve spent two weeks on.

I started out on sites like Upwork and Freelancer, which are pretty good (though tragically underpaying). There you find people looking for certain types of writers from fiction to non-fiction, how-tos to spiritual, academic to resumes. They’ll tell you their budget and, if you think it’s worth your time, you submit a proposal, telling them why you rock, and hopefully they hire you!

Here’s the trick: know what you’re worth. Currently, the industry minimum by word is 5 cents. People on these sites don’t pay that (I think their go to is $1/1000 words) You aren’t going to make that when you first start, especially on those sites. So you need to know how much time you’re going to spend on something. This is really hard to figure out. 

Here’s how I did (under the cut lol)

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Spread for last week of October 🍃

A couple of people have asked via comment how my spending and fitness columns work and since I can’t reply using my side blog…

Spending chart: I write down the days on the left side of what day I did some spending and where on the right. (I keep track of the amounts on my monthly spread - where my spending chart is a lot more detailed).

“Fitness”: I get the numbers from my Apple Watch. The red is calories burned, green minutes of exercise and blue for how many hours during the day I stood up for at least a minute.

(Also I had to include doodles for this week due to @studywithinspo ’s doodle videos which are 💣)

Thoroughly and Illicitly

‘Perhaps no students [..] have ever explored the castle and grounds of Hogwarts as thoroughly and illicitly as the four creators and contributors to the Marauder’s Map: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.’ -J. K. Rowling, Pottermore

The morning James leaves Hogwarts for the last time, he is awoken by being hit in the face with sock. 

He glares accusingly at the bed to his left, and sure enough, Sirius is digging through his trunk, throwing his haphazardly packed belongings in every direction as he does. Frustrated, Sirius kicks his bed post and groans. “Damn it.”

“I think I should be the one groaning,” says James, flinging the sock back at his friend, “considering that sock probably hasn’t been washed since second year.” 

“It’s not mine,” replies Sirius, shrugging. “It’s probably Wormtail’s wank sock.”

James gags. “Charming. Care to tell me why you’re destroying our dormitory on our last day of Hogwarts?” True to his statement, various articles of clothing, textbooks, sweet wrappers and a sack of Dungbombs litter the floor around them. 

“The map,” Sirius says simply, falling back onto his four poster and covering his face with his hands. 

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Boyfriend Tag (JB)

Request: Can I request a scenario where you’re a famous youtuber, and you do a “meet my boyfriend” or “boyfriend tag” kind of video with jb. And you guys do cute casual actions!

Length: 1,014 words

Genre: Fluff

*A/N: My fluffy boyfriend JB feels are so strong bc of how cute he looks in the new m/v ಥ_ಥ I also used the questions youtubers typically ask their bf’s so I used my own personal preferences for the answers but feel free to substitute them in your minds with your own haha.

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by your side ◇

Originally posted by jordragon

pairing: Mark Tuan & You

genre: boyfriend!Mark | idk if this makes sense | slight angst | again with fluff ending | mark is so boyfriend material

gif is not mine; credit to the original owner

You were hanging out with him and his friends, just when you were having fun, you received a call from the hospital.

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Hooray for metaphors! Anyway, from one extreme to the other. Where I couldn’t write a lot last time, I have now written far more than I intended to. In fact I omitted a great deal from this - otherwise I might have written a novel. Ah well, I hope it makes up for the trainwreck of a piece that I created previously. Cheers to @jamesbuckyfuckingbarnes for this killer request. If you couldn’t tell, I bloody loved it. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Have you seen the civil war trailer? because its amazing!! i was wondering if i could have a bucky x reader where you where his old HYDRA bud and help him escape when SHIELD get him and now he remembers steve he is more loving towards you and all the fluff? :D maybe start with a flashback and then got to when you help him escape? sorry its long doll XD

“The Box”

“Why don’t they freeze me too?” You asked, letting your fingers trace the edge of the frosted window. The ice bit at your fingertips but you had always been a little desensitized, a little numb. It matched the voice you spoke with, your words empty and hollow but as sharp as the winter chill.
“It’s not necessary,” was the reply you received. The only reply you received. The man within the cold container was dangerous, you knew that, yet still he seemed so peaceful and soft from the other side of the glass. He was curious and dizzying; you wanted to know more.

“Why do they freeze him?”
“It is necessary.” You held your tongue for a moment, knowing the cost of asking too delicate a question.
“When will he come out again?”
“When it is-”
“Necessary?” You spun around to glare at someone but the room was empty. Dark, and empty. The only light that was in the room came from the gentle blue glow of the cryo-chamber.

This was your home. Four walls, a roof, and a floor. A room. A hole. You were tucked away inside without so much as a bed and expected to await orders. The only company you had was the man in the chamber, though you hadn’t met him. The second closest thing to company was The Box. The cyan light highlighted a small wooden box containing a speaker that was fixed to the wall nearby. You never knew who was on the other side of it, but whenever you asked, The Box answered.

“Can he hear me?”
“No.” You furrowed your brow and looked back at the man in the chamber. You sighed. Content with what you had been told, you stepped away and approached the opposite wall. A leak in the ceiling there allowed a tiny stream of water to trickle into the room – it was your only water supply and after drinking your fill (which wasn’t a lot), you sat on the floor in the shadows and tucked up your knees. You fell asleep looking at the man in the chamber.

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