i am so good at homework!

anonymous asked:

Oh hey this is somethingaboutamoose but sadly, its my sideblog so here I am on anon but I saw your sleepover Saturday thing and I'm currently procrastinating homework. So hey, what up, do you have any favorite voltron fics?

Hey there! I have a lot of favorites -sweats- but I guess I’ll mention 5? Most are all Klance, but I think 2 have other ships in them as well!

Nightmares by Trashness 
This one has Keith and Lance sharing a bed because of Lance’s nightmares. Good, sweet, pure, and very much a good.

Feel a little Rush by Safra (and all of their other works ESPECIALLY CALL ME BEEP ME)
Keith is mistaken as Shiro’s kid, Big bro Shiro has a crush on his little bro’s Soccer Coach, Miss Allura, and Lance and Keith keep getting into fights on the field. Also, wingman Matt ;)

Never been Kissed by Kairiolette
Lance and Keith go to an old-time diner while visiting a planet and talk about their lack of previous experience in the romance department.

You never stood a Chance by Kagshina
One of my personal favorites. Lance accidentally snapchats Keith a questionable pic but leads to a brand new friendship that turns into something a little more ;)))

We’ll Stir the Stars by Latios
Probably my favorite AU to this date by one of my favorite authors that I basically followed from Haikyuu over to the Voltron fandom. Lance is a seawitch and Keith is a dragon, together they go on a journey to find Keith’s adoptive brother Shiro and discover more than just adventure. Sadly this fic is not finished yet though…

If you haven’t read these I highly recommend! Hopefully you’ll find something you like ^^

Sleepover Saturday!!


@klanced you called?

also don’t look at it too hard cos the more you do the more you realize how much I screwed this up

I’ve been told since I was in primary school that I was ‘too quiet’. I got good grades and behaved well and did my homework but teachers still couldn’t seem to forgive the fact that I was quiet and I became so self conscious of it. But eventually I guess I realised my quietness was part of what enabled me to get those grades in the first place, which got me where I am now.

Is That a Yes?

Words: 1,607 

Because it’s almost Valentine’s Day, I wrote a thing.

Hanzo tilted his head, staring at the slim box McCree had shoved into his hands before he could even say hello. He found himself confused for a moment as he tried to think of a reason for the cowboy to be bringing him a gift before recalling the date. He bit the inside of his lip before looking up to meet McCree’s eyes. “I did not get you anything.”

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It’s this idea of, you hit your 30s, you did everything right– you went to college, you had the good grades, you worked really hard– and yet somehow life isn’t turning out the way you wanted it to turn out. And because the world is changing so quickly I think that’s something a lot of very well educated [thirtysomething] kids are going through. They’re turning around going, ‘I did it. I did the homework. I did the finals. I did the whole thing. I know the shit. Why am I not going where I need to go?’

Alright it’s done! Can you believe this took me 3 hours? Jesus.
Anyway I had a surge of inspiration (kinda) and I decided to draw my favorite HP family! :D and who better to portray them than the rp family. So, it’s not perfect, I am definitely not a professional or even THAT good, but I like the result.
Teddy based on @kapitan5o
Tonks based on @sirussly
Remus based on @asktheboywholived
Thank you guys sm for giving me an excuse to do something other than homework 😂❤

It’s this idea of, you hit [your 30s], you did everything right — you went to college, you had the good grades, you worked really hard — and yet somehow life isn’t turning out the way you wanted it to turn out. And because the world is changing [so quickly] I think that’s something a lot of very well educated [thirtysomething] kids are going through. They’re turning around going, ‘I did it. I did the homework. I did the finals. I did the whole thing. I know the s–t. Why am I not getting where I need to go?
—  Amy Sherman-Palladino on Rory Gilmore’s story line in Gilmore girls: A Year in the Life

Eyyyy~~ So I was thinking about that Elsens are good workers. They do whatever their boss told them to do and I guess they always did a good job.  Then I was wondering what if they are told to be bodyguards. lol

yeh,  so I did this. Zacharie and Sugar are precious pair.  If they are real it might be like this *nope*

I am actually thinking to do a batter and queen version and an undertale version. _(√ ζ ε:)_ but my school homework is getting many. I think I’ll just put them in my might do-or-might-not-do-list.

okay but think about Even and Isak and social media if Even ever got on board

  • imagine the snaps
    • Even loves sending Isak ridiculous snaps with the face filters and witty one liners. they usually make Isak roll his eyes but some of them are actually kinda funny and Even’s cute no matter what filter he uses so there’s that
    • Isak isn’t much of a selfie guy because he’s a self conscious lil bean but on the nights they aren’t together he sends Even snaps of his spread of homework with captions like why am I like this or will you ever fuck me as hard as this biology paper is
    • sometimes when they’re together Even takes sly photos of Isak because his boy is just so effortlessly beautiful and it blows Even’s mind and he wants to capture those moments for when he isn’t feeling so great so he can remind himself that while the world may seem bleak and hopeless there will always be Isak’s light
    • if Even’s feeling good Isak usually gets random snaps through the day, just little things that capture Even’s attention. sometimes it’s bright flowers or a black and white shot of buildings or clouds or literally just a snap of what’s right in front of Even as he walks. these are Isak’s favourite sort of snaps because it’s like seeing the world through his boyfriend’s eyes
    • when one of them is getting crushed under the horrifying weight of being a student or just being alive the other will send a cute little video saying something like you got this I love you you can kick this is the ass and it’s almost always followed by a blank snap that just says you need me to come over? because like hell would they let the other struggle alone
    • Even has been known to send Isak a snap of the front door to the kollectivet captioned are you going to let me in or what? after Isak’s sent him a particularly stressed out snap
  • facebook
    • Even doesn’t really use his facebook, he mostly got it because there were some groups in his classes where students swapped ideas back and forth and it was pretty helpful
    • Even and Isak are totally that couple that tag each other in stupid memes and just say ‘you’ ‘me’ or ‘us’ and everyone thinks it’s adorable
    • Even’s favourite thing to do is to find kitten photos and tag Isak in them with comments like ‘looks like you’ and when the boys see that they lose their collective shit because yes Isak you are just a tiny kitten definitely and Isak is so embarrassed and he’s going to kill Even
    • it’s hard to argue with it though seeing as the second Even runs his fingers through Isak’s hair the boy practically melts Even is convinced that if humans could purr Isak would
    • Isak gets revenge by tagging Even in hundreds of posts that try to say Terminator or some shit is the best movie ever made
    • sometimes they’re actually cute though and they’ll tag each other in those posts that are like ‘tag someone who changed your life for the better’ or ‘tag the love of your life’ and whenever the girls (especially Eva, who knew Isak way back when) see it they can’t help but swoon and sigh a lil because #goals
    • Even’s facebook has almost no posts because he doesn’t really see the point in documenting everything he does, but the few posts that are there are usually check ins where he’ll have ‘finally got Isak to watch *insert movie here*’ 
    • any photos of Even are where he’s been tagged in someone else’s photos. Eva is the worst for taking photos on a night out but hell if Even could say no to her when she’s so happy so yes okay he’ll bend down and take a photo with her 
    • Even’s favourite photo is one with Eva and Isak. he has his arm snug around Isak’s waist and he bent down a bit to accommodate Eva’s wish for a selfie and she surprised him with a kiss on the cheek and the photo got snapped just as Isak’s jaw dropped and he yelped out a hey!!!
    • Eva just captioned it with told you I’d steal him ;) and it became an iconic photo in their friendhship group
  • Instagram, the Skam fave
    • Even totally has notifications on for Isak’s insta because he’s extra af
    • Even’s instagram is probably what he uses most because he quite likes photography, he likes capturing the little moments in life that grabbed his attention
    • it’s very aesthetically pleasing and he actually got a lot of followers who’d have guessed?????
    • but every so often he’ll post a photo with Isak and it’ll literally be the cutest sappiest shit because that boy is so in love and it’s so obvious and his phone gets blown up with notifications to the point where he turns them off because he knows he’s dating the most gorgeous boy in the world he doesn’t need to see a thousand comments telling him what he already knows
    • Isak doesn’t use his instagram much, but Even always leaves cute little comments sometimes just a lil heart emoji. he especially leaves cute comments on the photo Isak posts of Even, things along the lines of wow what a good looking boyfriend you have you must be happy ;)
    • Even definitely looked at all the older things Isak was tagged in, and he even buys Eva a muffin at school as thanks for posting all those things with Isak in because they are a fucking gift
    • Even literally can’t get over how much of a baby Isak looked just a year ago??????????? sometimes he looks at Isak for ages until Isak can’t take it any more and asks what Even wants and Even just shows Isak one of those photos from Eva’s instagram and he’s just like how was this a year ago what the fuck Isak you look 12 I don’t understand this is keeping me up at night


I’ll Be Around For You

Hello there, kiddos! Welcome to the second installment of my ghost Laurens au! To read the first chapter, clickity-click right here. There is, of course, some of that Good Ole Angst in this chapter because my crops needed it, but there’s some fluff, too, so buckle your angst seatbelt and take your toothbrush with you! ;))) (PS If you’re wondering where I am, the answer is homework, which is currently killing me just a lil bit. I read all of your messages, tho, and will reply asap! I love you kiddos so much!! <333)

PART TWO: The Laurens Interlude

“Alexander?” Eliza hovered in the doorway of the study at the Schuyler Mansion, where Philip Schuyler had set Alexander up to prepare for his upcoming bar exam, giving him full access to the law books Philip had amassed over the years.

“Hmm?” he hummed, not looking up from the many books and parchment covering the tiny desk in front of him.

“There’s a letter for you.” The way Eliza’s voice cracked went unnoticed by Alexander. The fact that she was personally delivering this letter also failed to strike him as odd, which it indeed was.

He glanced at the paper she’d extended to him, only catching the sender’s last name: Laurens.

“It’s from John Laurens. I’ll read it later.”

Eliza sighed. “No. It’s from his father.”

Alexander placed his quill in the nearly empty jar of ink. “His father?” He felt like the air had been knocked right out of him. His father. He took a shaky breath. “Will you read it?”

Eliza looked at the sealed letter, then into her husband’s eyes. She slowly nodded her head, breaking the red seal with a delicate finger. She opened the tri-folded letter, and Alexander noticed her hands were shaking ever so slightly.

“‘On Tuesday, the 27th, my son was killed in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know…”

The words began to jumble together in Alex’s head. He could hear his sweet Eliza’s voice, he could see her holding the letter, the tremor in her hands growing worse as she read on, but he could not make sense of any of it.

The words my son was killed were the only thing echoing in his mind. They took up every corner, every atom of his brain. They were loud, incessant, yet he still refused to believe them, to believe that Laurens, his Laurens, was gone.

“Alexander,” Eliza said, the letter gently placed on his desk, her hand even more gently placed on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

A million responses came to Alexander’s mind, but none of them were adequate. No. He knew there would never be a word, an emotion, an expression, that was strong enough to explain how he felt.

He shrugged his wife, whom he loved, whom he loathed to see so worried, so sad, off of his shoulder and heard himself respond, “I have so much work to do.”


What Alexander and Eliza didn’t know was that John Laurens was in the Schuyler Mansion. That he had been, in fact, since the moment he died. He’d spent the first few days trailing Alexander, watching him study, watching him adore his sleeping son, joke with his father-in-law.

He also watched Eliza. At first he was jealous of her. He didn’t want to be, but he couldn’t help it. He watched, heart aching, as she snuggled up close to Alexander at night, as Alexander lovingly pet her hair and showered her with gentle kisses.

But he also watched as she fretted over Alexander, much in the same way John had taken to by the time they’d reached Yorktown. It’d been one thing for John himself to be self-destructive. It was an entirely different thing when it was Alexander. Especially after… After. After John had realized how he felt. After he realized Alexander wasn’t the only one who felt more than friendship blooming between them.

It was in watching Eliza worry much like John had, like John still did, that he began to like her, then love her, all within the space of a few hours, really. It was both because he had little else to do other than watch her and her gentle ways, and because she was just that sweet and charming a person.

Lastly, he studied little Philip. He couldn’t help the grin that broke across his face when Alexander held his son, tears still gathering in his eyes even though Philip was seven months old. He knew it was because Alexander was so happy, so relieved, to have a family. It’d been all he’d ever wanted.

Who was John to loath the fact that Alexander could not build that family with him?

It was around his third day there that something peculiar happened. Eliza was sitting in the informal parlor, casually chatting with her mother while doing some needlework, baby Philip in the wooden cradle at Eliza’s feet. John had taken a seat on the floor next to the cradle, mesmerized by the way Eliza expertly moved the needle. He hadn’t even been paying attention to Philip, so he was shocked to find that Philip had been paying attention to him.

“Ah!” Philip exclaimed, a chubby arm flying up in John’s direction.

John didn’t think much of it, though. Nobody, not even baby Catherine, had seen him in all his days lurking about the mansion. So why would Philip be any different?

“Ah!” Philip grabbed the side of the cradle, trying to sit up. Eliza quickly bent down to help him before returning to her stitching.

Philip’s brown eyes were trained directly on John.

“You… you can see me?” John whispered, although he wasn’t sure why. He knew nobody could hear him.

“Ah!” Philip said again, clapping his hands together, a toothless smile overtaking his face.

Eliza smiled down at her son. “Someone is a happy baby,” she giggled. She scooped him up and cuddled him close to her.

Even in his mother’s arms, Philip didn’t stop looking at John.

John timidly waved at the baby, who erupted into the purest laughter John had ever heard. He started making funny faces, doing jigs and other dances around the room. He even stepped through the wall once or twice. This elicited the loudest giggles from Philip.

He kept this up until Philip’s eyes began to flutter shut, until Eliza softly laid him back down in the cradle. John sat down next to the cradle once again and smiled at the small occupant.

Suddenly, being in the Schuyler Mansion wasn’t so bad after all.

Me: I really should study and do my homework like a responsible student!

My Brain: 

Every Time
  • Me: Alright, homework's done, studied, made my lunch! Time for a good night's rest so tomorrow will be a good day!Brain: Stay up till 3 am crying over fictional characters.
  • Me: ...what? No!
  • Brain: You gotta.
  • Me: Hoe don't do it...
  • Me: *Does it*
  • Me: ...
  • Me: Well that's never gonna happen again...
  • Brain: Hey look at -
  • Me: aHHHHH

Happy New Year, Richardclub! :D

This is my first attempt at making a full-blown embroidery project, and I’m not very good at it yet, which is why it took me a whole week to make. The design has been laying on my desk among the heaps of homework since a month ago though. I am so glad I got it done just in time for New Year’s Eve/New Year. So here’s for all the Richard II fans, wishing all of you a great year in 2017! ✨🍾💐🎈🎁🎉✨

at some point when they’re doing homework together (… in proximity) rather than not-actually-doing-homework together, for once, jack sees kent doing calculus.  and he’s like: you’re a junior

kent: so?
jack: so you always tease me for being a nerd
kent: that’s because you ARE a nerd.  whereas i am cool even if i’m good at math and like calculus.  deAL.

18.1.17 (17/100)

Black and white because the lighting is terrible eesh!

It pains me when I can’t take nice lighting pictures since I have band three times a week and I normally start homework and revision at 8

I am finding it really hard to cope with band and the amount of homework given, and it really frustrates me because I was so sure I had the whole ‘good time management’ thing down!

But I won’t lose hope! The weekend is nearing and I can see myself catching up on the sleep I need and sorting my shit together.

I’ve got this.

What do you guys normally do when you encounter time management issues?