i do this with every electronic

Small tips that make a (healthier) difference

Hey you! I dare you to try your best to follow this checklist tomorrow! But hey! Not so fast. Why not try it again the next day (and every day after that)? Sometimes it’s the smaller changes that can in fact help improve our health and wellbeing, especially when we think we’re short of time. School stressing you out? Everything is going to be ok. Try a few little things here. Tick everything off that you completed! Tell me how it goes for you!

This was a spontaneous post and I’ve found that I’ve been making errors in my posts recently! Plz correct me bc I am an egg. Hope u like it anyway.


  • Wake up as soon as you do naturally or when your alarm goes off. Make your bed! Open the blinds!
  • Get out of bed and s t r e t c h – all the way from the very tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. (Trust me, this feels good)
  • Set your intention for the day. This might be weird for some, but try it. Example: Today I will be productive. I will be focused on my tasks and I will take the time to relax when needed. It doesn’t have to be as complicated – Example 2: I can do this. Remind yourself again.
  • Eat breakfast. A MUST. Try my favourite: eggs (poached, scrambled or fried) on toast with avocado or baked beans. Yes. We are on a roll today.
  • Drink one full glass of water within the hour of waking (don’t down it all in one go though!).
    • Add 1/8 of a lemon to this. Lemon is great to alkalise the body and getting that digestive system of yours goin! This will flush out toxins in the body and support your immune system too!
      • Side note: Wait half an hour before brushing your teeth after this (or maybe do it before) because lemons are acidic after all and can probably do some damage to your shiny whites.
  • Try having a water bottle by your bedside and beside you throughout the day as a constant reminder to drink water as you see it. Trust me, this has helped improve my water intake a lot.
  • Organise your day. What are your plans? What are of priority and what are not? Try brain dumping this, and then organising each task/item into a list, categorised in importance. This will help decrease stress throughout the day and easy referral back to this list.
  • Dress in some lovely clothes! Your fave sweater and some cool black tights? 100%!! What about that pretty skirt you like with a nice top? HECK YEAH!!!


  • Lunchtime! Eat again. Wholesome foods are an absolute must whenever you can.
  • Aim for 3-4 cups of water by lunchtime (inclusive of the glass of lemon water you had this morning).
  • Remember that intention you set this morning? Say it again.
  • Throw a compliment at someone. Be genuine. This will have a butterfly effect. If someone throws one at you to – don’t disagree! Say thank you. You rock, don’t doubt that.
  • Are there any ticks beside those tasks on your checklist from this morning? I hope so!
  • Throw in a random burst of exercise! In public too – who cares! Pick one of these: 50 starjumps! 3 sets of 10 squats! A quick walk around outdoors!

Arvo (/Afternoon… Straya):

  • Hit that 3pm slump? Same. Here are a few ideas to get you going, especially coming home from a long day:
    • NAP! 15-20 mins. No longer. No less. Be strict here or your sleep pattern might go funny and we don’t want that. (And groggy headaches are gross)
    • Exercise! This is so fundamental to our health and wellbeing. Try out short pilates videos (no equipment) here (that as living proof, work) or some really cool yoga videos here, here, and here. Yoga is great. Try this daily. Or take a brisk walk for 30 minutes  = wake up your brain, pick up your mood AND burn some fat. C’mon, go get your shoes!
    • Have a healthy snack, such as those listed in this great post by @tbhstudying. Get your brain and bod going, my friends!
  • Write down your to do list for any work, study or event related things that you need to complete this afternoon. Set out all your equipment, sort out your papers from the day and get organised!
  • Clear your (bedroom/bed/desk/floor/work/closet) space for 5 minutes every day. I’m guessing that you’ve started to pile a few things here like I do. This will save you time and help maintain cleanliness, staving away from the complicated stress that comes from having to reorganise just about everything which we all know to hate when we’re busy with other things.
  • Have you had your 5th and 6th cups of water of the day yet? Get to it!
  • Sit up straighter and you’ll look more confident and feel more confident. Your back will also be very grateful for this.


  • Continue all your extra to-dos. Get this done. You can do it!
  • Make sure to put something in your body guys. I’m talking food here by the way… don’t let that sentence mislead you! This is especially important for those of you probably thinking “I’ll just eat later” or “I’m not hungry”.  Eat. EAT NOW. PleASE.
  • Spend some quality time with your family. How’s their day been? Tell them about yours too.
  • Glasses of water No. 7, 8 and beyond should be here.
  • Prep your meals, lists, notes, outfits, etc. for the next day. Getting these things sorted now will help you get it out of the way and save you time!
  • Settle down a little. It’s time to wiiiind doooooooownnn. Read a book. Scroll through Tumblr (aaayeee!) – but not too deep into the pits okay guys. Watch a little TV.
  • I know a lot of posts say to switch off 1-2 hours before bed. If you’re literally glued to your electronics, try switching off 5 minutes earlier every day and replace that with something else. What about doing your prep items for the next day (listed two points back!!)? Or, do get those pesky chores out the way.
    • Side note: Cleaning your room often will help freshen it, get rid of itchy dust and decrease the chances of bugs and other smol random things to crawl around your room. (If that’s not a little motivation then I’m not sure what is…). It’ll also keep your space maintained so you don’t have to do it all at once. *Shudders* Plus the likelihood of those gross germs from the world hanging around and building up in there is a no-no.
  • Sleep! 7-8 hours. Your body will thank you for it. CRUCIAL for healthy brain and body function. Plus your mood and skin will improve (i.e. gOODBYE EYEBAGS and hELLO GLOWING SKIN).
    • Side note: I see you reading this at 12am when you should be sleeping. I see you.

I hope this has helped you guys a little or at least inspired you to make a small change to your daily routine! Try doing a few items here (e.g. glass of lemon water, sitting up straighter, 8+ cups of water) and record this on a habit tracker! The smallest changes often have the greatest effects!

Don’t forget to let me know how you go.

Kalyisah (@studywithkal)

The types and what I think of them based on what I've seen from my friends(and probably a little insulting)

~as an INTJ

- quiet
- can make a bitch face that makes you cry
- probably thinks u stupid
- says that MBTI is shit
- fashionista
- has an ENFP friend(“ENFP no!”)
- savage
- that friend who has ultra weird ideas when drunk
- probably most adorable smile on earth
- smart
- most of the time just rising eyebrows and blinking

- bossy af
- prima ballerina
- she is beauty she is grace
- she will punch you in da face
- always in warm socks
- also an actress
- knows how to build things
- basically good at everything
- will shout at you if you do something wrong
- probably slept with almost all male friends

- a n n o y i n g AF
- never shuts up
- meme queen
- so loud
- not funny jokes
- make up queen
- at least smart
- thinks she’s better than you(and maybe she is)
- if you take a sip from her mug u die
- has an ENFP slave
- kinda selfish
- another fashionista
- if she laughs the whole room laughs with her
- soooo much self confidence wow

- garbage lord
- writer buddy
- has ton of OC’s AND GAY SHIPS
- cannot into decisions
- junky food
- understands(really)
- don’t like loud people
- constant lala land
- savage without even noticing
- 4w5
- has 8 minute long video of herself eating french fries on her phone
- impressive self control
- cute laugh
- cute
- the best person to rant with

- can’t stay in one place for a minute
- suddenly disappears in a middle of a party
- daydreaming a lot
- cheerful
- likes to drink A LOT
- too many friends
- nice for everyone ugh
- that laugh which sounds like a puppy riding a pink bicycle in a tuxedo
- can bring ENTP back to earth

- mom friend
- has too many friends HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE
- gonna steal your friends without even noticing
- likes fancy drinks and kitschy things
- obsessed with doggos
- sudden outbursts of anger
- hypochondriac
- really anxious when driving
- doesn’t understand a concept of a personal space

- another bitch face
- can rise one eyebrow HOW U DO DIS?????
- doesn’t understand memes
- smart
- lack of self confidence
- secretly hates u
- wears comfy clothes but looks so good
- has a lot of savings but hardly ever uses them
- they knows better ok? don’t even try to tell them that they are wrong
- don’t particularly like pets
- perfect teeth
- so so so smart once again
- sometimes are rather calm but sometimes… don’t ask

- that kid who asks too many questions during your presentation
- constant bitch face
- hot
- stingy
- falls asleep during parties
- a rant person
- bossy
- hard working
- teachers like her

- has a lot of friends
- drinks a lot
- hard-working
- daddy’s little princess/mama’s boy
- assertive
- smoking a lot
- tells everyone what to do

- white Kanye West
- would kill u if u did something with his shoes
- likes weird electronic genres of music I can’t even name
- on 9gag all the time
- knows all memes
- League of Legends pro player
- can make funny faces
- looks like he was angry
- black humor(especially likes jokes about Jews)
- awkward silence gains a whole new meaning

- the whitest person I know
- “what do u meat it was sexist?? it was funny!!!!”
- only wears yellow pants
- likes PE teacher probably a little too much
- can’t find a girlfriend
- will massage your feet if u don’t watch them properly
- has stupid ideas
- likes basically every person
- drinks wine at parties even though he says that true man should drink only vodka
- don’t know when someone is mean to him

- loud
- hey lets go to the another city and get drunk!!! because why not
- class clown
- talks about her life too much like seriously
- and also about various secretions of her body
- probably gonna end up in jail
- smart and stupid at the same time
- lazy
- has problems with concentration
- talkative
- has problems with self-esteem which she covers acting out like a douche

Don’t take this personally lol

Thank you everyone for helping me reach the 300 followers milestone! As a gift, I’d like to present you with some of my tips :)

Recently, I met a group of very motivational people, and they gave me tips on how I could manage my time better. I obviously took notes and thanked them so much because it definitely helped me out a lot.

Note: These tips won’t apply to all people as it is mostly focused on junior students (I’m a junior, so it might not be as helpful for the students in uni/college??)

It is a common thing for all students to have struggles with organising their time (especially me– why am I giving tips; wtf??), so I present to you: how to sort out your time!! 

What I’m going to cover:

  • Finding time to do work
  • How you can beat procrastination
  • Homework
  • Revision
  • Assignments + Exams

Be prepared, because this is an immense post. *Looks down* Yeah, it seems like I’m about to jump down a cliff made of tips. 

Keep reading

The Best (and worst) Ways to Save on Textbooks!

After I posted my overrated first year advice post, a lot of people were commenting on my advice about buying textbooks. I agreed so much with all of these comments, so I thought I would do a more comprehensive post about how I buy my textbooks and what I recommend for others. 

Disclaimer: Obviously, where you buy your textbooks can be influenced by so many factors (location, income, etc.) so don’t feel obliged to listen to all of this advice! It is just my opinion, and as always, different things work for different people. 

Go Ahead

  • Buy used from upper year students. This is my number one go to way to save money on textbooks. Meeting with an upper year and buying a book is reliable and just makes sense. Also, they aren’t trying to turn a profit, so it is often the best deal. 
  • Bargain with people who are selling. If you do decide to buy from an upper year, try to bargain with them to get the best possible deal. Often times they are just trying to get rid of the books, so if you offer to bundle them, they will give you a better price. 
  • Buy off of Amazon Prime, or another reputable seller. If you can get a better deal and the guarantee that your books will arrive within 2-3 days, why not? 
  • Buy the looseleaf edition and a binder, rather than the hardcover copy. I have seen books at my bookstore that are $300+ and the looseleaf copy is like $100. It is the exact same material in every way, except that it isn’t bound together, so it is definitely worth the money saved. 
  • If there is an electronic copy available, print it yourself. Make sure you have the rights to print it first, but if you do, then this is a great way to save. My politics prof made all of our readings available online to download, and I got them all printed for $9. Much cheaper than an actual textbook. 
  • Rent textbooks. I have to be honest, I don’t know a ton about renting, but there are usually websites and places on/around campus that let you rent a textbook and then return it at the end. Just make sure that it is considerably cheaper than owning the book. 
  • Share the book with a friend. If you know someone on your floor or someone you hang out with often, share the book! Make a schedule of when each of you will get it, and you only have to pay half of the cost. 

Proceed With Caution

  • Buying an electronic copy. This is a great way to save, as long as you are comfortable doing a lot of reading online. I definitely recommend this if you have a tablet, or are just used to reading online. If you like to take notes in a book, or you get a headache from reading online, it might be worth it to find a hard copy. 
  • Buying online from an unreliable site. This might apply more for my fellow Canadians/non-Americans because fewer sites offer good, quick shipping to us! I remember when I was looking for textbooks, I would think I found an amazing deal on a book, then see that it would take 6 weeks to ship. It isn’t worth it to be 6 weeks behind on readings to save a bit of cash. 
  • Buying from a bookstore off campus. I guess it depends on how willing your school is to screw you over, but at my school, the on-campus prices are the same as at Chapters. If they are the same price anyways, you might as well go for the convenience of the on-campus store. 
  • Checking it out from the library. I think this is a great idea if it is a light reading class, especially because textbooks are often on reserve at the library. However, if you have readings every night or a big project based on the textbook, it can be super inconvenient to have to check the book out every day. 
  • Buying an older edition of a textbook. I see this advice all the time, and I just don’t think it is good at all! It is very annoying that publishers do this, but usually a new edition is completely rearranged, and can often have different content and different homework questions. I made this mistake at the beginning of the year and got a book that had literally nothing in common with the class, so I ended up buying the new edition anyways. 

Other Ways to Save 

  • Make sure you actually need the book before purchasing. Look on the syllabus — not just under “required textbooks” but also under the course schedule. If there is only one reading from the textbook, try to borrow it from a friend or use the online version. 
  • If there is a reader, try to find the readings online. Sometimes profs will try to sell you a reader that has a bunch of readings from various sources. Often these are super popular readings like John Rawls or Judith Butler that can be easily accessed online. If you can find copies of them all of JSTOR or your school library, don’t bother with the reader. 
  • Take good care of textbooks that you buy so you can sell them next year. If you write and highlight in the book, it is harder to sell for a good price. If it is pristine condition, you can sell it for a bit less than the cover price rather than super cheap. 
  • It is a lot better to sell books to other students than to sell to the bookstore/online. If a textbook costs $50 new, you can sell it to another student for $40, whereas the bookstore would only pay you like $4.50. They really lowball you, so try to sell directly to other students! 
15 years Repairing Electronics Here: With Liquid Damaged Electronics, DON'T Use Rice, Instead Use A Fan (explanation inside)

I’ve spent nearly 20 years repairing liquid/water damaged electronics. More specifically, cell phones. In the old days, we’d open the phones up, clean the corrosion, resolder, etc. Recently, they’ve (the manufacturers) moved away from local repairs and moved more towards warranty replacements, swap outs (FRU = factory replacement units) & insurance. Now if you want your electronics repaired locally, you have to visit 3rd party independent people since you can no longer have it done in a corporate-ran store.

I know rice is the go-to recommendation for water damaged phones and other electronics, and it works, to an extent. It will passively absorb moisture. Unfortunately, you don’t want to passively absorb the moisture, you want to actively remove the moisture as quickly as possible.  The longer the moisture is sitting on those circuit boards, the higher the risk of corrosion. And corrosion on electrical components can happen within just a few short hours. If the damage isn’t severe, we’d take contact cleaner (essentially 92% or better rubbing alcohol, the higher the percentage, the quicker it will evaporate) and scrub the white or green powder (the corrosion that formed) with a toothbrush to remove it. If that corrosion crosses contacts, it can cause the electronics to act up, fail or short out. The liquid itself almost never is directly responsible for failed consumer electronics, it’s the corrosion that takes place after the fact (or the liquid damaging the battery, a new battery fixes this issue obviously).

Every time I see someone recommend rice I kinda twinge a little inside because while it does dry a phone out slightly better than just sitting on a counter, it really doesn’t do much to prevent the corrosion that’s going to be taking place due to the length of time the liquid has had to fester inside the phone or whatever.

What you want to do is set the item in front of a fan with constant airflow. Take the device apart as much as you can without ruining it (remove the battery, etc) so that the insides can get as much airflow as possible. Even if it’s not in direct contact with the air, the steady air blowing over the device will create a mini vacuum effect and pull air from inside. It’s just a small amount but it’s significantly better than just allowing the rice to passively absorb the evaporated moisture. True, rice can act as a desiccant, but a fan blowing over whatever is orders of magnitude faster.

I personally will take apart a piece of electronics completely, and put those items in front of a fan, and if you have the relevant knowledge, I highly recommend doing so as well. But if you don’t, it’s not that big of an issue. What you want to avoid at all costs, however, is heat. Do not put your phone inside an oven or hot blow dryer, heat can damage electronics just as bad as liquid, sometimes more so. Heat, extreme cold and liquid are bad for electronics & cell phones. A fan (lots of airflow) is 99 out of 100 times better at removing moisture quickly than rice. I would say 100 out of 100 but I’m sure there’s going to be some crazy situation or exception I haven’t thought of that someone will come in and point out. I’d like to remind people that exceptions are just that, they don’t invalidate the rule.


Summary: You’re a pretty calculated person, that is until you meet the infamous Winter Soldier, who makes you lose your cool each time you see him. 

Word Count: 2271

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, because I have a potty mouth.

A/N: So this is my first time posting any of my crap here, which is why I’m a lil bit scared! I wrote this months ago, it’s one of my first pieces, so please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes/ mistakes in general (English is not my first language). Feedback is very welcomed! I hope you enjoy! 

(gif is not mine)

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Landing a job at Stark Labs was a dream come true. You had never even hoped for it to happen, but here you were, Chef of Engineering Section, with your own lab, a place to live in the Avengers Compound and most importantly, a space and tools to grow as an scientist.

You loved your job. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy and Engineering- all of your favourite aspects of science combined into one position in one of the best labs in the world. It was like buying a mystery Mentos pack filled with all of your favourite flavors in it. You could swore that life was literally treating you all too well, which meant that soon enough it should all go to hell. Oh, how right you were.

The day you met the one and only, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes was the day when everything started to go to shit. And that was a very mild description of what was happening. You didn’t even know how you, a very calculated person, started turning into a hot mess every time this big bulk of muscles in a shape and form of Bucky Barnes was around you. But it was happening way too often and it had to stop.

“God dammit, god fucking dammit!” you muttered under your breath when you tried for the billionth of time to modify Tony’s suit. “You fucking piece of shit, little ball of fucking wires that are too fucking dumb to fucking work with me for fuck’s sake!”

“Language” Steve chuckled as he entered your lab.

“Don’t you fucking… Jesus, Captain, I’m so sorry…” you stood up, immediately starting to apologize for your dirty mouth. If you could point out one thing that you would love to change about yourself it would most definitely be your vocabulary. Keeping your cursing at bay when you were mad wasn’t exactly your forte.

“It’s Steve, Y/N, you should know that by now” he told you with a smile. “So I guess you have problems with fixing something?”

“Kinda. It’s just that Tony asked me to modify his suit, but this dumbass forgot to get me the right wires to increase durability of the system, so I have to work with what I got which is, well, nothing, so I’m pissed as hell, I mean, I’m just angry, because how am I supposed to work if I can’t?” you ranted, looking around for your screwdriver.

“So I guess it’s a wrong time to ask you for a favor?”

“Depends. What’s the deal? Something’s wrong with the shield?” you looked at him concerned. You fixed it 2 days before, what could possibly be damaged again?

“No, everything’s fine with me, but I think Bucky needs a checkup. His arm’s been weird lately, you know? I think he messed something up right after you fixed it after the mission and he doesn’t want to admit it.”

That stopped you in your tracks. Every checkup you had to do on Bucky was a dreadful experience for you in general, mostly because you had to remain professional while your brain was all over the place. Any additional meeting with the soldier was an unnecessary show of your clumsiness and very bad acting as you tried to hide your affection for the man. Steve couldn’t be serious.

“Oh” was all you managed to say.

“Yeah, I know, you’re overworked anyway, but it’s probably nothing and it won’t take long, I promise. Please, Y/N?” Rogers looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Y-yeah, sure, bring him in” you stuttered as you turned around from him pretending to be searching for something, while actually trying to hide the redness of your cheeks.

“Great, you’re seriously the best!” he exclaimed happily. “I’ll tell him, you were the one to ask for the checkup, so he won’t feel bad about it, okay?”

“Uh, um, I guess?”

“Fantastic! He’ll be here in a few, I hope” he winked at you and left you all alone again.

“The lord is testing me” you muttered as you fell onto your chair and started fixing the suit again.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARE YOU EVEN UP THERE?!” you yelled as once again your attempt at modifying Tony’s suit turned into a failure. You’ve had enough; another try at it proved that you can’t make something so specific out of nothing.

Bucky chuckled at himself as he stood by the door frame, watching you. You were quite adorable when you were mad.

“You alright there?” he asked you with a smug smile, which made you froze. “I don’t want to interrupt your rant, but Steve told me you wanted to see me.”

“He did?” you felt your cheeks redden with embarrassment, Bucky’s presence making you forget all about your previous conversation with Rogers.

“For a checkup” Barnes clarified.

“Oh, alright” you let out a huge sigh. “Um, have a seat.”

You gathered all of your stuff in silence, trying to make yourself look like you knew what you were doing. Bucky silently looked around your messy lab, focusing on anything apart from you. To say that you made his heart race was an understatement. He was head over heels in love with you, yet you seem to never be interested in even talking to him. Each time he would come for a checkup, he felt like you never wanted him around you, which made his little heart ache every time.

“You don’t clean here much often, do you?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I didn’t have the time, sorry” you sheepishly apologized, hiding your yet again blossoming blush.

“It was a joke, Y/N. It’s your lab. Why would I care how it looks like?”

“Right” you face palmed yourself in your thoughts. “Shall we get started?”

“Go for it.”

You took a seat on a small stool that you always sat on when you did the checkup and carefully removed pieces of metal covering main electronics of Bucky’s arm. In a complete silence, you started testing the wires and checking the whole system until you found an error that Steve was concerned about.

“There you are” you said to yourself as you detected the damage and started fixing it by replacing a small metal strip.

After few finishing touches, you were done with the arm. You hadn’t even noticed that the whole time you had worked in silence, with furrowed brows and droplets of sweat covering your forehead, Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. What a beautiful and smart creature, he sighed in his thoughts, taking your presence in.

“Done. Should be as good as new” you told him as you started to put all the equipment back into the box.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best” he said with a smile and looked at you. “You have an eyelash on your…” he tried to reach for your cheek to wipe the small piece of hair off of your face, but his touch was so unexpected, that it made you fall off of your stool in the most ungracious way possible. Within seconds, you were lying flat on your ass in front of your crush. So much for keeping it cool.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” he immediately squatted to you, trying to help you get up.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing” you told him with a full on tomato red splashed on your face. How could you be such a clumsy idiot?!

“Did you hit your head? Should I call for help?” he asked looking more concerned each second.

“No, just go Bucky, just… leave me alone” you said getting up and turning away from him. You didn’t even notice that it hurt him a little, but he did as you asked, not wanting to upset you even more.

You huffed in pain as you was left alone. God, you were such an idiot. No way, he was ever going to feel the same way you felt about him.

“Maybe you should just ask her out” Steve told Bucky for what he felt like a hundredth of time since Bucky had confessed his crush on you to him.

“No way, don’t you see? She hates me!” he exclaimed, hitting the punch bag hard.

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend. He was getting tired of all of this.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah right, like you would know!”

“Then at least talk to her at the party tonight. It won’t hurt, right? If she won’t want to, then will figure it out” he told Barnes.

“Alright, but if she hates me even more after this, then you’re screwed” Bucky threatened him.  

“I know, I know” he sighed and the men continued to train.

“Hey kid” Natasha greeted you few hours after that fatal incident with Bucky. You were now in your room, watching Netflix while being wrapped like a burrito in multiple blankets.

“Hey mom” you replied, causing the redhead to roll her eyes.

“So” she started, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Are you going to a party tonight?”

In that moment you noticed she was all glammed up. “What party?”

“Have you ever left this cage or lab at all?” she asked you irritated.

“No” you simply replied.

“Tony is hosting a party tonight, in the tower. So wear something nice and go downstairs” she ordered.

“I don’t want to” you whined.


“I’m planning on not seeing Bucky for few months after my spectacular fail.”

“Y/N please, stop acting like a baby” she rolled her eyes.

“Why do you care?”

“Because” she looked at you irritated.

“That’s not an answer” you fixed your eyes on the screen.

“What happened between you and Barnes?” she changed the subject.

“I fell on the floor…”

“That’s not that bad” she said, shrugging.

“…because he tried to touch me” you finished, your face flushing once again.

“Where?!” her eyes widened at the vision of him trying to get into your panties.

“Not there!” you hit her with a pillow. “He tried to remove an eyelash from my cheek.”

“That’s adorable” she smiled.

“That’s fucking humiliating!” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Then get wasted trying to forget about it and your crush on him” she stood up. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“God I hate you” you muttered as you stood up and changed to go to the party in a decent state.

“I just think it’s kinda impossible, ya know? Like Asgard must be so much better than all of this lame ass shit on Earth” you slurred to Thor. After your non-stopping pleas, he put a little drop of his drink into your own and without a doubt, you had never been more wasted in your life.

“I’ll take you there one day, Lady Y/N” he smiled at your drunken state. “You’d love our astronomy tower.”

“Oh my God, you would show me it?! This is the best night of my life!” you exclaimed a little too loud with a little bit too much of hand gestures as you spilled your drink on your Star Wars shirt.

Bucky watched you from the distance, chuckling. You were too adorable. And beautiful. And perfect. And you really have to stop being so cringy, he ordered himself. He did find a bit of jealousy in him as Thor made you laugh more than he ever did. A race of thoughts ran through his head; did you like Thor? Was it because of his muscles? Or maybe you thought he was smarter than Bucky? Maybe he should dye his hair blond and try to braid it, maybe then you would like him?

“Y/N is so wasted” Nat interrupted his internal monologue when she and Steve approached Buck.

“She is” he replied, eyes glued to you.

“Go and talk to her” Steve ordered him, seeing his miserable state.            

“She is talking with Thor now.”

“Hey Thor, come here buddy!” Rogers yelled at the god and he left you alone, before saying his apologies.

“Not anymore, so move your ass over there” Nat gave a firm squeeze to his flesh arm.

“God, you annoy me both” he muttered and made his way to you, nervousness overtaking his body. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”

“Oh man, you look hella fine tonight!” you slurred, not realizing what exactly you were saying or more specifically, to who.

“Thanks” Bucky blushed a little. Was she serious?

“I mean, like damn, your ass looks great in those pants!” you winked at him. “Hey, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, no I have not” he told you, being more and more curious. There is a chance!

“Well, I have a candidate” you exclaimed with a grin plastered across your face.

“Really?” he was hoping it was a little joke you planed and that maybe, maybe, you would tell him that you liked him too.

“Yeah, wanna know who I have on my brilliant mind, soldier?” you whispered.

“I do” he smiled at you.

“Natasha” you told him in the most conspiratorial tone.

His face fell at the sound of your words.

“Seriously, she told me. I mean, she didn’t but who wouldn’t want to be your girlfriend, right? You would be great together…” 

“Jesus Y/N, could you shut your goddamn mouth for one minute?” he told you before cupping your face and kissing you fiercely. At first you couldn’t react but after few seconds you started to reciprocate the kiss.

“I also have a candidate” he said as he pulled back, a new wave of confidence flowing through his body.

“Yeah? Who?” you mumbled, still in shock.

“You, you little smartass” he smiled before kissing you again.

First Day (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Smut, Smut, and more Smut

A/N: I did it a little dirty this time, I was in my feelings. I’m sorry I apologize…kinda. Not really, now that I think about it.

-Admin Moon

Read the first one: First Class

My new boss, Namjoon, told me to dress appropriately. Considering I wasn’t even sure what my new job was, it was difficult to know if I would pass his scrutiny. My black pencil skirt fitted nicely, my white blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband. So I hoped I was dressed appropriately. The building of Kim International was as impressive as the man himself, it stood tall and strong in the middle of Buckhead. My heels clicked on the shiny floor as I stepped out of the elevator on level twenty-three. My stomach was a bundle of nerves as I approached the perky young receptionist. “May I help you?” she asked, flashing me a perfect white smile. I had to swallow down the bile rising in my throat. “I’m here to see Namjoon Kim. Today is my first day working here…”

She nodded and gave me a knowing look as she pressed a button on her headset and passed on the announcement of my arrival. With nod her attention returned to me, “Mr. Kim will see you straight away. Please, go on through. And good luck.” Good luck? Did I need luck to get through my first day? Miss Perky gestured to a closed door. Now was my last chance to turn around and run the hell away from there

…But I needed the job and my last encounter with the billionaire had been pleasant, to say the least. I went through the door and took in Namjoon’s office. It was massive, full of classic black furniture and top-to-floor glass windows. I could see the entire city landscape from my position. The chair at the desk swiveled around to reveal Kim Namjoon, still wore the same satisfied smirk he had on the flight from Los Angeles. Amusement sparkled behind his brown eyes. “Ah, Y/N, I’m so glad to see you. Take a seat.”

He stood and buttoned his black suit jacket before standing in front of the window. He looked like a king surveying his kingdom. He probably owned half the city. I sat in the seat he indicated and waited nervously. “Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Sir. I’d like you to call me sir.” It had been less than a minute and he was already ordering me around. I shouldn’t like it as much as I did, but I knew from experience that it was difficult to say no to the man. “Yes, sir,” I replied sweetly. “Good. I’m sure you’re curious about what your job here will entail?” Now that was an understatement. “I certainly am, sir.” The rays from the outside caught Namjoon’s eyes, emphasizing his deep irises. They truly were mesmerizing. Namjoon slid his hands into his pockets, his stance more powerful than ever. An unexpected shiver ran down my spine. I could not wait to see what the position of Director of Office Satisfaction actually entailed.

“Follow me,” he ordered. I stood and trailed after him. We exited his office and he led me down a long corridor. Offices on both sides lined the way, people busy working away everywhere I looked. I wasn’t entirely sure what his empire actually did, but it appeared to be important. Finally we ended up in a small cupboard of a room. Aisles of boxes were packed in tighter than the subway at rush hour. Namjoon gestured to the room at large. “I need you to place the documents inside these boxes in alphabetical order. Once organized, they will need to be scanned into our electronic system. I’m afraid we weren’t so paperless a few years ago so we’ve lagged behind.”

…He wanted me to sort paper? “Are you serious?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. “I am always serious, Y/N.”

“I have a Marketing degree. Surely I can do more than shuffle paper.”

“This is an entry level position,” Namjoon stated. “It is what I would expect from any junior employee. Unless…” I was hanging off his every word. I desperately needed to know where he was going with his unless. “Yes, sir?”

“Unless you wish to take on a more… personal role?”

“I’m listening.”

“It would involve late nights and a very demanding boss.” His eyes were sparkling again and it made my stomach do all kinds of flips. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was suggesting but I was up for it. Whatever he wanted me to do, I would do it. As long as it wasn’t shuffling paper. I didn’t go to college for that shit. “I can handle it,” I assured him. “Very well, then.” He hit the light switch and stepped out of the room. “Take the lift up to the penthouse. You will need this key.” He dropped a key from his pocket into my hand. “Wait there and get yourself comfortable. I will be up when I can.”

And just like that, he was gone again. Namjoon liked making swift exits, which was pretty much the only thing I knew for sure about him. Finding the elevator again was a challenge but I made it eventually. I followed his directions up to the penthouse level. When the lift doors swished open, I was standing in the middle of an apartment. As I walked through the place, taking it all in, I couldn’t help but notice the exquisite detail. Either Namjoon had exceptional interior decorating skills that were lost in his CEO position, or he had an amazing designer. My money would be on the latter.

I ended up in the bedroom, one of the largest rooms in the penthouse. The massive bed stood on the far wall, neatly made with velvet red sheets. My only sexual encounter with Namjoon was in an airplane restroom, I wondered what he would be like in an actual bed? Probably outstanding… Returning to the living room, I remembered my order to make myself at home. Did that mean watching some television? Would I still be paid for lounging around in his private apartment? In the end I decided a drink was in order. Namjoon had a fully stocked bar so I snuck some soju and downed it quickly. The burn blazed a trail down to my stomach.

I got the feeling I was going to need some liquid courage. The elevator pinged, giving me a heart attack as I all but jumped out of my skin. My eyes were glued to the doors as they slid open and Namjoon stepped out. He was breathtaking in his navy suit. He was tall and moved with elegance. His confident stride said he was never unsure about anything. “What do you think?” he asked as he reached me. “It’s very nice.”

“Did you see the bedroom?” My face reddened. Was I supposed to have been snooping? “I had a quick look…”

“I’ve been imagining you sprawled over the bed completely naked since I last saw you.” His gaze pinned me in place, seeing right through any facade I might have been trying to put on. I had to swallow just so I could speak again. “You… you have?”

“You’re an extremely beautiful woman. And there are many things I want to do to you.”

“So you hired me to alphabetize paper?” Namjoon laughed, breaking the sexual tension growing between us. “I was hoping you’d reconsider your career path. I know you’re an extremely intelligent woman, I promise you will be rewarded for your… contribution. While I’m in the city, we can play. When I’m gone, if you want to, you can learn all aspects of running this company.” So he was offering me more than sex.

I have to say, that was the best offer I’d had since graduating. It was also the only one that made me wet. “Your offer is accepted,” I said formally. It felt deliciously wicked speaking of something so naughty like it was a business transaction. Namjoon started closing the gap between us. “Good,” he muttered about a second before pressing his lips onto mine. He pulled me against him as he owned my mouth. My lips opened, letting his tongue in to make sure I gave him complete ownership. By the time he let me go I was breathless and my pussy was wet. If he was even half as good in bed as he was on the airplane, I was going to be in for a real treat. “Go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes, Y/N,” Namjoon instructed. If any of my previous boyfriends had spoken to me like this, I would have slapped some sense into them. But when Namjoon did it, I was ready to do anything he wanted me to do.

He slapped me on the ass as I stepped around him. The sharp sting sent a shudder through me, I hoped there was more of that to follow. It took all my self control not to run to the bedroom. I wanted to rip my clothes off so Namjoon could put his lips and hands all over my skin. I ran the last few steps. My blouse was the first item of clothing to go. I undid the buttons and pulled it off. Next was my skirt, I unzipped it and placed it on a chair. I disposed of my panties last, creating a neat pile of clothes. Completely nude, all I needed was the sexy man and we could get the show on the road.

There were no sounds coming from the apartment so I stood in the middle of the room and waited. Instead of feeling awkward, my pussy was throbbing and begging to be touched. If he didn’t hurry, I was going to start without him. Finally, footsteps padded my way and Namjoon filled the doorway. “Lie on the bed.” I practically hopped on the sheets before lying down. My head rested on the soft pillows so I could still see him watching my every move. He took in a step into the room and pointed to an area over the chest of drawers. “There is a camera here. It is hooked up to my personal surveillance system. Only I can access the feed. I want you to know sometimes I will want to watch you, even if I’m out of town.”

“You want me to stay here?” I asked, slightly confused. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be filmed doing anything, but if Namjoon was the one watching… the thought drove me wild. “You can stay if you like. But what I meant was that I’d like to watch you touching yourself. At times, I’d like you to put on a show for me.” Oh. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone before,” I admitted. “But you do touch yourself.” Never in a million years would I have thought I would be having this conversation with someone. Let alone my boss. “I… take care of business, sometimes. Between boyfriends.”

“Do you use toys?”

“Excuse me?”

“Toys. Vibrators, eggs, or just your fingers?”

“…fingers.” The conversation would have seemed completely inappropriate if I wasn’t naked on his bed. “I’ll get you some toys and you can experiment. You will only be permitted to use them when I am watching. Is that clear?” He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at me. I really wished he was just as nude as me. “Yes, sir.”

“There are more rules we need to go over but they can wait. For now, all I can think about is fucking you hard.”

“Yes, sir.” He pulled at his tie until it loosened and he threw it on the floor. He took his time undressing himself while I itched to help him. I didn’t dare move, it was probably against one of his unspoken rules. Watching him slowly get naked was like watching porn. With each piece of fabric he removed it revealed a hard body that was made for pleasure. He had to work out every day; that kind of body did not happen by accident. His tan skin was perfect, completely unblemished except for a scar that cut through his chest over his heart. I wondered what it was from. He was far too young for heart problems.

He asked as he pulled off his boxers, his penis was just as robust as I remembered it. He crawled on the bed as my body throbbed with anticipation. “You’re so gorgeous, princess.” His hands started on my legs, rubbing them slowly in circles as he made his way up my body. He somehow managed to find every erogenous zone that ever existed on my skin. His gaze moved over my body, making me feel sexier than I ever had before. He revered my skin, touching me like I was a goddess and he was worshipping me. I could take that kind of treatment forever and never tire of it.

Namjoon kissed up my thighs, spreading my legs wide while I was giddy with the thought of what was to come. I wanted him in the sweet spot but didn’t dare to hope he would go down on me. My legs shook with pleasure as he held on to me tightly. His mouth was getting so close to my pussy I could feel his hot breath on my wetness. He was driving me crazy, I was all but ready to beg for him to touch me there. “Y/N,” he moaned. “Your pussy is divine. I’m going to spend hours tasting you, fucking you, and making you scream.”

“Yes,” I managed to stammer. If that’s what he wanted… who was I to argue? His lips grazed my clit lightly, teasing me with a promise of what he was about to do. My hips tried to buck up and demand more but his strong hands held me down. He was the expert of the slow tease. Finally, finally his mouth closed around my clit. I instantly shivered with pleasure. His tongue slid along my pussy, stroking it with long and beautiful movements. He switched it up by sucking on my clit, pulling it so hard into his mouth I almost climaxed with every tug. His hands slid around to cup my ass cheeks. He used his new position to lever me upwards and reposition my hips so I was closer to his face.

Utilizing his new advantage, his tongue slid down my pussy then his tongue fucked me hard. He alternated plunging into me with long strokes along my clit. A fire was kindling in my belly and it wouldn’t be long before it was a full-on blaze. “Come for me, Y/N,” he whispered before putting his mouth back on my pussy. “I want to feel your pussy pulsing around my tongue. Do it,” He plunged back in with purpose, making it clear that I was going to follow his order and he would have no arguments. The orgasm took me hostage as I was lost in the joy singing through me. Every part of my being radiated out from his mouth as he sucked on my most intimate area. Tingles that I never thought possible washed through me like fireworks in the sky.

I never wanted the feeling to stop. Namjoon drew out my orgasm to unreasonable lengths. I came apart under his expert touch and there was nothing I could do about it. He was the one in charge and I was enraptured to give it to him. His mouth left my pussy with a pop, before he smacked his lips together. “You taste like sweet peaches.”

My breathing was still ragged as I fought for some semblance of composure. “Thank you.” He chuckled as he kissed up my belly. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy. Princess.” He bit out as he reached my breast and popped a hard nipple in his mouth. I moaned as he toyed with my nipple between his fingers while his tongue copied the motion on the other breast. His hard erection rested on my belly. He gave my nipple a quick bite before letting it fall from his mouth. “You’re going to ride me, sexy. I’m going to put my cock inside your pussy and you’re going to squeeze me until I pop. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want to see these tits bounce.”

“Yes, sir.” His body covered mine as he flipped me around so I was on top of him. I had to scramble to get up, remembering my orders. I was looking forward to being on top, being able to bring him as much pleasure as he did me. My hands walked down his beautiful chest until I was sitting on him. His cock pressed into my clit, giving me an idea. I started sliding along his length, rubbing him over me. Little bursts of intense lightning shot out as his hardness stroked my burning lips. Namjoon closed his eyes, lost in the sensation. If I kept going, we were both going to come. I didn’t want that yet, he had to be inside… for both of us.

I forced myself to stop and Namjoon’s eyes opened once again to sear into me. “You feel so good, princess.”

“So do you, sir.” He smirked, knowing full well just how good he felt. I grabbed his cock and positioned him. I took him in slowly, moving up and down slightly so I could draw out his entrance. His cock was just as delicious as it was on the airplane. I grind on him, drawing imaginary circles with my hips so we moved around. Namjoon gripped my hips while never taking his eyes off me. His gaze roamed across my naked skin, making me feel as beautiful as ever. I loved the contrast of our skin as we moved together. “Work for me,” he ordered. The time for going slow was over. I started pounding on him, our skin slapped together. His cock pulsed in and out of me as we moved like animals.

I leaned forward, not only so Namjoon could see my breast better but so I could pull his cock over my clit. Every time I released him, my essence caused his slippery shaft to rub between my lips. I let him out just enough before slamming him back inside me again. Namjoon let out a deep groan from his throat, “Make me come, princess. Now.” I tried to disobey him, wanting to draw our sex session out longer. I loved the feel of him inside, the way he set my skin on fire. I wanted the feeling to never end. But in the end he got his way. The orgasm made me scream before I even realized what was happening.

Namjoon helped my hips continue their bucking until he lost control too. We fell into the blissful abyss and let the waves of desire crash through our bodies. His cock throbbed and exploded in me, hitting all my nerve endings and letting them revel in the fullness. “Namjoon,” I panted through the joy. I needed him to know how grateful I was for this kind of feeling. It was a beautiful moment, connecting us as if we were one. We may have been little more than strangers but actions said much more than words. Our bodies recognized each other like we were always supposed to be like this. Like we were made for this.

My toes curled with the incredible lightning bolts shooting through me. From head to toe, I was nothing but sheer lust and need. My pussy throbbed with the release, convulsing around Namjoon’s cock and making sure it was clear how heightened my pleasure was. The moment continued on like it might never end. I couldn’t imagine a time when I was out of Namjoon’s bed and couldn’t fathom a reason why I would want to be. I’d never felt this way before. Namjoon sat up and pulled me into his arms as the last aftershocks sent a rush of goosebumps over my skin. He rocked me in his lap, whispering in my ear. “We’re going to do that repeatedly. Understand?”

I nodded because I couldn’t find any words to reply. He had stolen all the air out of my lungs, leaving me breathless and shaky. Intense didn’t even begin to describe that orgasm. Namjoon held me like that for a very long time. So long his cock went soft inside me. I still kept him there, greedy to keep the connection to the man. Eventually, we pulled back from one another. But only so far so we could see each other’s face. He looked down between us where we were connected. “You’re so gorgeous,” he started. “I love having my cock inside your pussy. You’re so tight and wet.”

“You make me this way,” I replied. “You’re going to be wet a lot.”

“I hope so.” I leaned over and kissed him, our lips pressed against each other with wonderful pressure. It seemed silly being so chaste after what we’d just done but it felt right at the same time. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you, princess?” The teasing twinkle was back in his eyes. I couldn’t wait to hear what he had in store for me. This was the best job I’d ever had. There’s no way I can explain my feelings for Namjoon, I don’t understand them. “What are you going to do?” I asked coyly. Talking so openly about sex was still new to me. I got the feeling Namjoon was going to be teaching me a lot of things in the near future.

“I’m going to tie you up every which way, for a start. Then I’m going to spank you every time you break a rule. These hard nipples are going to be clamped. Sometimes I’m going to watch you fuck a dildo until you’re primed and ready for me.”

“That’s all?” I asked. He scuffed as a reply, “For the first week, yes.” My stomach flipped with butterflies. I was definitely in good hands with my demanding boss. If he wanted to restrain, spank, and fuck me… I was going to be walking around with a permanent smile etched on my face. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” Namjoon asked, more serious than before. I thought about his question. I’d only known him for a few days. This was the second time I had ever seen him. Did I know enough about the man to trust him? My heart knew the answer: yes. “Yes, I do,” I said with no hint of doubt in my voice.

“Good. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll never leave you without being satisfied unless it’s part of a punishment. We should go over the rules.” The rules. I’d forgotten about them. I nodded for him to continue. “You will be on call twenty-four hours a day, every day. You may stay here or you can keep your own apartment,” he started, like he had a mental list he was reeling off. “You will never say no to me, however you may choose a safe word for our play. If you say the safe word, I will stop. I hope you will never have to use it but it’s important for you to know you can.”

“Yes, sir.” Safe word? I should have been nervous about what that could mean for our future activities but I wasn’t. Instead, the thought made me wet all over again. I wanted Namjoon to fuck me to my limits and forge all new boundaries for me. “You will never question my instructions. You will never discuss our arrangement with anyone. You will obey and be submissive at all times.” He paused. I wasn’t sure if that meant he had covered all his rules or he was waiting for it all to sink in. He obviously didn’t know how impatient I was. “That’s everything, sir?”

“That’s enough, for now.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I waited until he nodded. “Are you a dom? Is that what this is? You’re a dom and you want me to be your submissive? You’re into BDSM?”

“I prefer not to place tags on things,” he replied curtly. “But I suppose if you must, then yes. I like to be in control of all aspects of my life and the bedroom is no exception.” As he talked, his cock started to stiffen inside me again. One thing was clear, he liked his rules. The thought of dominating me and my complete obedience to his orders turned him on. Just talking about it was enough to get him hard. And me, wet. “Those rules are acceptable,” I said.

“Good. Now give me a hand job.” He laughed at my bemused expression. “You made me hard, it’s only fair you rectify the situation so I can get back to work. This is an order, Y/N.”

“Of course.” I slid off Namjoon’s lap as he released his hold on me and his cock pulled out of my pussy. With one hand I cupped his balls, using my fingers to massage them and keep up constant pressure. With my other hand, I gripped his cock and gave it a squeeze. His sharp intake of breath was enough for me to know he enjoyed my touch. He was sopping wet from my essence, making it easy for my hand to slide up and down his cock.

The thick was inviting, way too tempting for me to resist. I popped it in my mouth, giving a long suck and enjoying him between my lips. Thwack. A sharp sting warmed my ass. I almost bit down on his cock with the surprise. Namjoon had spanked me. I quickly pulled back. “I said hand job, Y/N,” he warned. “You’re going to have to earn sucking me off. Hands only for now.” “Yes, sir.” I’m not sure if it was the spanking or the brief taste of his cock but something was making my pussy throb with need. I continued on using only my hands. His cock grew thicker under my touch as he ebbed closer to getting off. I increased my speed, impressed with his size and ability to hold on. Our gaze connected just before he let go. His cock twitched and throbbed as he came. His cum shot from his cock and went all over my breast as I positioned myself closer.

He didn’t order me to take his load but I think he appreciated it anyway. “Do you like seeing yourself all over me?” I grinned.

“I do. You performed exceptionally well.” He let me go and stood up, leaving me on the bed alone as he started gathering his clothes. Disappearing into the adjoining bathroom, he called out to me while cleaning himself up. “I will have lunch delivered up to you here. Once you’ve eaten I want you to stay naked and on the bed. You can watch television or choose a book from the library. You may leave at five.”

“Are you going to watch me on the camera?” I asked. “I have a few meetings but I will check in on you several times.”

“Do you want me to touch myself?” I still wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that. All my inhibitions were on vacation and I hoped they stayed that way. Namjoon made me feel safe and open about everything. “No. You are forbidden from touching yourself today.” “So I just laze around naked?”

“Yes.” I could do that. “Can I take a shower?”

“No. I want you to stay dirty for me, princess.”

“Yes, sir.” He emerged from the bathroom looking impeccable, as usual. “Good work, Y/N. I hope you are enjoying your first day.” He kissed my forehead and left the room. I closed my eyes as I laid back on the bed, sated and satisfied.

advice for incoming freshman

hi guys, rachel here! i’m about to go to 10th grade & i’ve recently seen a lot of posts about incoming freshman stressing, so i thought that i’d give you a couple tips! (i’m not really suited to give advice since i just survived 1 year but from my experience, here you go)


  1. it’s going to be okay. sure, maybe not everything will go your way this year and it won’t be perfect, but don’t stress too much over it!
  2. older kids won’t pick on you. i can’t say that this goes for all schools but as for mine + many others, the upperclassmen will usually leave you alone. they might not like freshman, but they won’t start trouble with you.
  3. stay out of drama. once high school starts, that One Group™ will start having problems and you might want to get in on it or see what’s happening. stay out of it and you won’t regret it.
  4. as for the question “what if i get dragged into drama?” usually if you don’t go looking for trouble, it won’t go looking for you. unless you’re harry potter. then you’re screwed.
  5. not everyone is mean. not everyone is nice either. make your own friends and stay away from the people who you don’t want to be with. if they won’t stay away from you, tell someone.
  6. don’t be afraid to ask for help! either from teachers, peers, upperclassmen, etc. people will help you if you ask for it.
  7. choose your friends wisely. this is a huge one, because (and i know you’ve heard it before but) YOUR FRIENDS SHAPE A LARGE PART OF WHO YOU ARE. if you need to cut some ties or distance yourself from people you think you need to get away from, do it.


  1. if you’re taking an AP class, find or make friends immediately. it doesn’t even have to be friends, just find people who you are comfortable around. i promise you, if you find anywhere from 1-4 people in your AP class to be with, you will have a much better year. you guys can help each other and study, it’ll be so much easier + less stressful. going through an ap class on your own is not fun. 
    1. i had 3 other friends i made in my first ap class and that saved me. we studied together on tuesdays during late start, video called every night before a test, and helped each other if one of us didn’t understand. saved my life.
  2. have at least one folder specifically for your AP/Honors work. put everything in there. i promise you, when you come back during finals week/AP test week, you will be so happy you did it.
  3. be organized. you will thank yourself when you go back to all your notes/work during finals week and not have it in a mess. use binders, folders, etc. to keep track of everything. label your stuff and put name/dates on all your papers. be hermione granger!
  4. do not plagiarize. or else you’re dead. (!!!!)
  5. take breaks every once in awhile! you don’t have to stay in every weekend to work on homework, go out and have some fun!


  1. do not cram. i know that procrastination exists (i am a professional Procrastinator™ trust me) but you will die halfway through the year.
  2. take study breaks! get a snack, do some light exercise, stretch, etc. it’ll refresh your brain.
  3. if you procrastinate:
    1. put away all electronic devices. turn off your phone. if you have to have it on, put it in a different room. if you have to use a computer, download something to block the websites you go on: tumblr, facebook, etc.
    2. set a timer or jot down a certain time you want to finish something by. this helped a lot during ap when i needed to do key issues but i didn’t have motivation. compete against yourself.
      1. example: “i have to finish up to the end of this page in ten minutes”
    3. if you like listening to music, i suggest putting on classical, instrumental, or anything without words (like the sound of rain or a coffee shop). it’s hard to concentrate if you’re singing while doing homework.
    4. try to set little goals for yourself. when you accomplish one, you feel more motivated to finish the rest.
    5. start your homework as soon as possible. if you want to check social media, do it for only 5 minutes. don’t get dragged into it, you’ll end up finding yourself having a ton of work to do at 10 pm.
  4. study groups are great! teach the content to your peers, it helps a lot, trust me.


  1. if you practice a musical instrument/sport after school, try to do that first. after 6-8 hours of school, it’s good to take your brain off of school onto a different subject. once you come back to do your hw, your concentration is better and your mind is refreshed.
  2. if you can, listen to music without earphones/headphones. it’s scientifically proven that they can damage your ears and affect your hearing ability. listen to your music directly from speakers or the device.
  3. if you’re really tired, take a 20 minute nap. no more, no less. 20 minutes is the best amount of time for a nap.
  4. if you can, try going to the library or a nearby coffee shop. it forces you to do your work instead of milling around or procrastinating.
  5. do harder work first, that way you won’t dread it more and you get it off your plate. after that, everything else will seem easier.

i hope this helps and i’m always here to chat if you need anymore advice! good luck, lil beans <3

My "Not-on-Normal-Packing-List" List-- Things I plan to bring to College and WHY

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-Christmas/Fairy Lights: dorm lighting can be SUPER harsh, especially at night. If you and your roommate are on different sleeping schedules or if one of you wants to stay up later and study, Christmas lights will be perfect. Make sure you have a strand and your roommate has a strand. Obviously, your strand will be on your side and her strand will be on her side. If you want to go to sleep and she wants to stay up, just unplug yours and hers will be bright enough to see her books but not too harsh that you can’t fall asleep. (OR VISE VERSA) I used to keep Fairy Lights in my room at home and they were on all night and I slept just fine. They offer the perfect amount of glow. This will also help on weekends if you and your roommate are doing separate activities, if one of you is out late, then when you come back to your room you can plug in your strand to see and get ready for bed without waking your roommate. *remember to hang them with Command (or a similar style) Hooks, so you don’t leave any damage on the walls when you leave*

-Duvet and Cover: I plan on buying a duvet and separate cover. Comforters can be expensive and I like to switch things up. I am going to buy one Duvet for all four years (and maybe beyond) but maybe switch the cover up every year or two. This can also help if you and your roommate sophomore year have a different “vision” for you and your roommate freshman year. 

-TWO Sets of Twin Sheets: Two Words Man, Laundry. Day. 

-Bedside Caddy: Not everybody has heard of this, but its like a little pouch that has a flap that tucks under your mattress and hangs beside your bed. You can keep your phone in here while you sleep, maybe a book or study material, tissues, a flashlight. Whatever you want, its just like a nightstand for people that don’t have nightstands. 

-Curtain Rod/Curtains: I’m not sure if I will buy these yet, but my sister suggested it just incase you hate your roommate so much you can’t even bare to look at her/his face (which is unlikely, but whatever). You can attach a curtain rod to the ceiling using command strips or something similar and hang a curtain as a room divider. Desperate Times call for Desperate Measures. 

-Safe: Your roommate may have some sketchy friends. You never know who he or she will invite into your room. Keep your jewelry, wallet, extra money and other valuables safe in a safe. 

-Small, Folding Step-Ladder: In college you need to take advantage of every storage space possible, even if its at the top of your closet or on top of a tall dresser or wardrobe. A small, collapsable/folding step ladder will allow you to access your stuff in storage without taking up much room on its own. Most are small enough to tuck between your bed and the wall.

-AirFreshener: Whether its a spray or a wall plug-in, everyone needs to avoid being “the one” with the stinky room. 

-Steamer: Irons and Ironing Boards are great but they take up SO much room. A little hand held steamer is perfect for getting wrinkles out of clothes and you can store it anywhere you want. 

-Bath Sheet: I suggest everyone get a good, large-but-not-too-hot bathrobe if living with a community bathroom, but I also like a real towel too. A Bath Sheet is just a towel with a few extra inches in all directions so theres no need to worry about any of your bits and pieces showing. 

-Washcloths: A lot of people skip washcloths and go straight for hand towels, but I really like using washcloths to wash/dry my face and they are smaller, saving on space. 

-Lip Balm: Bring Extra. You know you lose these all the time. Keep them in your desk in their package so you know where they are until you need them. 

-Mirrors: One full length for the back of your door (check with your roommate so you guys only have one) and one small one to keep on your desk. This will be helpful for makeup and stuff. I don’t want to have to go to the bathroom every time I want to do my makeup. 

-Batteries: For various electronic devices (headphones, remote controls, video game controllers, etc)

-Camera: Really not necessary because of Smart Phones, but always fun to have. I would NOT bring an extremely valuable camera, even if you do have a safe.

-“Flex Your Power” Surge Protector: Google it. You’ll know you want it and you know it’ll be helpful. 

-External Hard Drive: For when you have a 1000000000 page paper due and you’re paranoid your computer will crash. 

-Printer: At my school, printing is included in tuition so I don’t have to pay per print, but I also don’t want to have to go across campus to grab something off the printer before class. ALSO, a nice way to print new pictures with new friends. ALSO not all schools include printing so you DO have to pay per print and that sucks and you should save money and buy a printer. **ALSO BUY EXTRA INK AND PAPER**

-Video Game Console: *with multiple remotes* I totally want to be able to stay in some times and chill with my roommate or by myself or invite some friends over to my dorm to play. 

-Cards/Notes to Send Home: Your mom/dad/grandmother/grandfather/aunt/uncle/sister/brother/friends/whatever will LOVE this. I think handwritten letters are so much more heartfelt than texting or e-mailing. 

-Planner: Its always important to stay organized (or at least try to) especially freshman year. With all your new found freedom it may be hard, but having an actual book may help keep you on track. *Personally, I think the Lily Pulitzer one is REALLY cute and SO helpful.*

-Bandaids, Neosporin, Cold/Flu Medicine, Pain Relievers, Upset Stomach/Heart Burn Relievers: Basically everything that your parents keep in the medicine cabinet. You will get bumps and bruises and cuts and scrapes; keep them clean and covered. You are going to be living in VERY close quarters with a lot of people. You will get sick; be prepared ahead of time to soften the blow. You will get hurt, you will get hungover, and if you’re like me, you will get cramps. Keep tons of your favorite Pain Reliever near by. (my favorite is Aleve). And finally, another two words: CAFETERIA FOOD keep Pepto Bismol and Tums in a place where you can grab them if you need them. 

-Earplugs: Your roommate might have house guests the night before your big test. You roommate might snore. You might live below partiers. Earplugs can help with all of the above. *a sleep mask might also be helpful if your roommate refuses to cooperate on the fairy light suggestion*

-Pepper Spray: I got some as a graduation present because my school is not in the safest city in America… Always better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it. 

-Small Tool Kit: As long as someone in your hallway has one, you’ll be fine but it is always good to have. 

-Playing Cards: For nights where you don’t want the technology. Hang out in the common room and play poker or go fish or war or learn a new game and make friends.

-Vacuum/Dust-Buster 2-in-1: These are going to be so helpful especially if your room is carpet. Spills and crumbs happen, but Ants can and should be avoided. 

-Umbrella: A storm is coming. Its name is college. Prepare accordingly. I’m just kidding. But just because its sunny on move in day, doesn’t mean it will never rain. 

-Winter Coat: Same as the umbrella, It’s going to be hot on move in day, but for the past couple of years near my university, there have been snow storms in October and I don’t want to be caught in the cold. 

HOPE THIS WAS HELPFUL. If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know.

Here's the start of my teenage "bucket list"

I want to start doing things I like. So here’s some things I wanna do before I turn twenty. This is going to be a long post! If you have any suggestions, message me :)

•go on a road trip with friends
•plant a lot of trees
•ride the Wild Thing at Valley Fair
•eat crocodile on a stick at the state fair
•get a Brazilian wax
•finish an adult coloring book
•go camping with friends
•perfect your winged eyeliner
•get an amazing bikini body
•have a movie marathon
•find the perfect lipstick color
•get a stick and poke
•get another piercing
•go to Sephora for a maker over
•go skinny dipping
•get a facial (professional)
•have one electronic free day
•hold up a “free hugs” sign at MOA
•learn how to braid your own hair
•go to Canada
•try the donut shop in Grand Marais
•decorate your room perfectly
•donate a crocheted blanket
•get FLAWLESS skin
•grow your hair long
•do an alternative book project
•have a 1+ year relationship
•meet someone famous
•be a counselor at Wolf Ridge
•learn how to do eyeshadow
•try every pie flavor at Betty’s Pies
•have a 20+ person sleepover
•be happy with how I look
•be able to do the splits
•put notes in library books
•get my drivers license
•donate blood
•take selfies with strangers
•buy a cook book and make every recipe
•have a New Years kiss
•go vegan for a week
•have a water balloon fight
•have a bonfire
•sleep on the beach
•write a song
•have an unsupervised game of “hot seat”
•learn how to walk in heels
•doodle on white shoes
•give 100 compliments to strangers in 1 day
•have a nerd gun fight
•get a “tan tattoo”
•send a message in a bottle
•kiss a girl
•make caramel candies and hand them out
•buy a sexy outfit and flaunt it
•flag someone in public
•cut someone’s hair
•go to a party
•blaze it
•make the coolest cut offs
•be satisfied with your art skills
•graduate high school
•have a pen pal
•share a milkshake
•make homemade pizza
•crochet a dress
•learn how to knit
•get 100 notes on a selfie
•play messy twister
•go camping… Alone!
•buy a bike and go biking
•visit Ely and buy mukluks
•go to Stanchfield, MN
•have perfect handwriting
•have a picnic on the roof
•finish a Chapstick
•make perfect slutty brownies
•sleep under the stars
•pull a fun all nighter
•be able to paint your nails perfectly
•have a bath with every LUSH bath bomb
•see the northern lights
•have a HUGE snowball fight


listen i dont mean to be the bearer of bad news but like…….your fave has never and will never do something this avant garde or amazing and this was just the start

Being a muggleborn at Hogwarts would include...
  • Being completely surprised when you get your letter, especially since you have always loved books about magic and have always dreamed about having some sort of magical powers.
  • Your parents not being sure whether they should let you go or not, but they agree it is for the best to let you go after you’ve set several things on fire by accident.
  • Being shocked when you find out that electronics don’t work in Hogwarts.
  • ‘‘But how do I hae to keep up with Doctor Who now?’‘
  • Writing to your muggle friends to ask them to keep you updated on your favourite shows and youtubers.
  • Them keeping their promises, but sending Howlers instead. So every now and then a Howler screams through the Great Hall about how ‘Sam and Dean died again and how Sherlock jumped of a building but lived, oh and the Doctor has a new companion.’
  • Purebloods being very concerned about these ‘Sam and Dean’ and asking if they were close to you and if you are okay.
  • You telling them that ‘it’s okay, they have died so often anyways, they’ll probably be alive again next week.’
  • Using pen’s instead of quills.
  • ‘‘What kind of magical quill are you using?’‘ ‘‘…You mean this pen?’‘
  • ‘‘Constanly making muggle references, all of the time, causing muggleborns to laugh and purebloods to look at you weirdly.
  • Standing up for every muggleborn witch or wizard who get’s bullied for being a muggleborn.
  • Teaming up with other muggleborn’s to figure out how to make electronics work at Hogwarts.
  • Eventually you find out they work in the Chamber of Requirement, so every weekend you and the other muggleborns go and catch up with the news of the muggleworld.
  • Trying to explain gifs to non-muggleborns.
  • Making dubsmashes in the Room of Requirement.
  • Showing horrorfilms to the few purebloods who have never seen a film before, and scaring the living daylights out of them.
  • ‘‘Is this what muggle’s do in their spare time?! HOLY FUCK muggle’s are dangerous!’‘
  • Introducing your wizard friends to muggle music, and them loving it.
  • Figuring out how to make paintings and pictures alive so that you can chat with your favourite characters.
  • Your patrones being one of your favourite characters, like from a tv show becaue you love them so much.
  • Asking if Camp Halfblood and Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters are real too.
  • Being really happy that instead of Math or English you get classes such as Defends Against The Dark Arts and Potions.
  • Your parents insisting that you keep up with your muggleclasses anyways, or at least during the holidays.
  • Magic amazing you every day again.
  • Just being an amazing witch or wizard who is a wonderful addition to the wizarding world.

(Doing this through submissions due to how long it is);

First and foremost, just want to say I’m immensely in love with your Elsewhere University comic and how accurate it is to old folklore, and I really have to give you props for it.

Besides that though, I had a concept: One student eventually commandeers That Classroom every night around 12:42 AM. They host a small local radio show for about an hour. The music they play tends to be of the orchestral or electronic genres; Though it always sounds really glitchy or broken; Not because of any Interference. That’s just how it was made to sound. Sometimes there’ll just be silence. At least, it sounds like silence to all of the other students that are listening.

They’ll usually play a few songs before butting in with their own stuff, usually commenting on the songs or strange happenings around the university (but only when they know its ok to talk about those happenings). They always end on lines like “… and like the unintelligible mass of white darkness that prowls down the hallways every night, I’ll be seeing you again very soon”, or “… and similar to that wailing down by the creek, I hope you’ll listen again soon!”, stuff like that.

Every so often, someone else tries to watch the door to the classroom to see just who in the hell is actually running this thing. No one ever sees anyone come out. No one ever sees anyone go in.

Most of the time, if a student tunes in, it’s to appease any of Them that might be around. Some do actually enjoy the music played though. Many will often leave a small radio or laptop open in public places. Like the library, or dorm lounges, or maybe near the pool. Sometimes those students find little trinkets at their doorstep in the morning, like shiny beads, scrap electronics, etc. 

The student who runs the show will often talk to themself for a bit after the show ends. At least, that’s what they tell themself. But they know better. They know that the They are there, listening. Watching. They don’t ever try anything to confirm it, though.

Even after the student leaves the university, the show still continues for a few more years. Those who were tuned in for the final show can’t remember exactly how it went. Others think that those people just don’t want to remember.

(I myself was thinking a good fit to the music that would play on the show would be artists like N-qia, PengoSolvent, and Kashiwa Daisuke.)


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Hey pals, I’ve put myself under a news blackout…

Leverage gang goes to Costco?


“What do we need?”

“Don’t you have the list?”

Eliot gave him an unimpressed look and held up a scrap of paper. “This list you made, that just has the word ‘EVERYTHING’ underlined three times?”

“Okay, so we need three of everything,” Hardison said, wheeling the cart deeper into the Costco. “What about that is so hard to understand?”

“The part where everything could mean anything, Hardison!”

“Well, in this case, everything means everything I use to make our equipment, so half the electronics aisle. Surveillance cameras, bluetooth headsets, microbatteries, spare solder–”

“Isn’t that what we got last month?”

“Yes, it is. And now we need more of everything, because you people treat the precious, delicate pieces of equipment I spend my weekends painstakingly assembling like they’re friggin’ legos, and we’re down to three working comm units.” Hardison pulled into the electronics aisle, walking past all the desktop PCs and zeroing in on the do-it-yourself circuitry supply bins. “You want to try running a con without earbuds and button cams?”

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Creepypasta #1206: I Should Have Canceled Class

Length: Super long

I had just situated myself comfortably into my seat when the speakers of my personal computer produced the familiar sound of a well-known video chat application making contact. I looked over the ascending rows of theater seating that filled the large room being projected onto my monitor. 

On an ordinary day, the seats would be mostly filled with the hundred or so students forced to take my class in order to fulfill general education requirements. Seeing as I was monitoring the classroom from the comfort of my own home instead of behind the large desk at the front corner of the classroom, it was clearly not an ordinary day. I was quickly able to count a total of five individuals sitting in seats scattered throughout the classroom staring up at the big white screen my head and torso were currently being projected onto.

Stealing a quick glance at the blizzard raging outside my window, I was surprised five students had even bothered to show up. I am still not sure exactly when the storm had started, but when I woke up that morning it had been already going strong long enough to cover ground that had been completely bare when I went to sleep the night before. 

By noon, there had been no way I was going to drive my ancient Chevy Malibu down the steep half mile driveway where it sat. So instead of going to campus for my six-thirty class that night, I sent out an email to all my students explaining I would be telecommunicating to the classroom that night. My email also encouraged anyone nervous about getting on the snow covered roads to stay home. Instead of the normal class, I would use the two and a half hours to review previous material for the upcoming final. The students sitting inside my monitor had either decided the review was worth the snowy commute or had completely failed to go over their emails for the day. Regardless of why, five students had come to my class and I was determined to make their trip worth it.

As the first hour came to an end, I can truthfully say nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. I went over a bit of the most basic information they would need for the final, and began taking questions from the five of them about anything they needed reviewed. Part way through an explanation about the functions and characteristics of mitochondria for a girl in the front row wearing a bright red scarf, I noticed there were now six students in the classroom. I had not seen the person in the dark green hoodie enter the room at all. He also wore his hoodie in a way that made it impossible to make out facial characteristics. The only thing I could make out from my screen was a chin jutting out. 

I assumed he must have quietly come in while I was answering an earlier question and didn’t want to be identified for being a late comer. I finished up answering scarf girl’s question and decided to see if this new person had anything they needed answered.

“How about our new friend in the back?” I asked. “Do you have any questions about final?”

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Pretty sure I got my company robbed....

So I deal with like 500 people a day bc I work at a big place everyone in the entire world goes to and I’m sure you could figure it out but I won’t say it and I’ve been thinking about this one guy all day bc it bothered me sooo much I didn’t do anything so he comes in with his two sons and has a HUGE TV and like 3 bag of chips (mind you during the entire interaction one of his sons LITERALLY comes behind my register and starts touching EVERYTHING almost breaking my scanner and stealing money) and the dad goes oh i bought the TV already and I’m like oh ok so you have a receipt? (Bc usually people will but in electronics and have a receipt) and he goes no they crosses out the barcode tho see? And EVERY LARGE ITEM HAS THAT ON IT!!! So no tthey did not do that and he goes o bought it over the phone???? In the store?? Like what? So I ring him up (10$ for the chips) and just go whatever because I was there for over 10 hours at this point and had 5 mins left and didn’t wanna deal and as I hand him the receipt the little son goes “wow dad you didn’t buy the TV!!!! You don’t have to pay for TV’s daddy?!?” And I straight look in this dads face and he looks TERRIFIED and I’m glaring at him and he shakingly goes no son remember I bought it on the phone and he goes no dad and he like fights with him and I just hand the receipt and go “just go ok” and he’s like thank you so much bye and I’m like??? Why would anyone buy something over the phone while you’re at a store that doesn’t even make sense?? But because I’m overworked I’m pretty sure I helped someone steal a 300$ TV awesome.

ID #80721

Name: Joe
Age: 20
Country: England

Hello! I am looking to find someone to snail mail with and maybe share cute little gifts and stuff. I don’t mind about age or gender, but ideally would like a girl (I promise I won’t hit on you, I just prefer female company) who generally has the Tumblr vibe, likes cats and coffee and art and music, stuff like that. Bonus points if you’re from America or Italy! Basically looking to make a really good friend that is willing to share rants, advice, gossip, worries, and laugh with. Almost like an interactive diary, that tells me about their day to day life as well. I am v v busy so letters may be a little slow to come through, but I promise it would be packed with everything there is to know about me, and questions and gifts for you too! (I imagine it will be quite bulky, so be prepared for that lol).

A quick overview of my interests are:

I love to cook! I don’t have much experience, but when I cook, I feel awesome and I love every second of it! I enjoy reading occasionally, but I rarely have time to do so anymore. I like music of all genres, but I tend to mostly like melancholy lyrics. I’m still low-key in my emo phase. But I also like lots of uplifting pop songs, electronic music, and recently gotten into the lyricism of rap. I love cats and everything about cats and I really want a cat, and if you have a cat I expect like 50 pictures of it with every letter. I really like being cosy and comfortable, and decorating my room to be like the stereotypical tumblr bedroom with fairy lights and books, warm colours, etc. There is a reason behind that, but I’ll leave that for later! I am rambling a little now! I apologise.

Preferences: 18+

Eric Fanfiction Pt. 2

(A/N) Hey again! So, this is the second part. If there are any problems, please say so! I hope you enjoy it and as always, I’m open for feedback!

Warnings: Abusive father, suicide attempt, asshole Eric

Tags: @beltz2016, @sammysgirl1997, @magellan-88

If anyone else wants to be tagged, just say so :)

First Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/160344801874/eric-fanfiction-pt-1

Third Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/160994956079/eric-fanfiction-pt-3

Fourth Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/161438351314/eric-fanfiction-pt-4

Fivth Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/161552935834/eric-fanfiction-pt-5

Sixth Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/161904464689/eric-fanfiction-pt-6

Seventh Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/162175257369/eric-fanfiction-pt-7

Eihght Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/162444276944/eric-fanfiction-pt-8

Ninth Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/162793388324/eric-fanfiction-pt-9

Tenth Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/163339188434/eric-fanfiction-pt-10

Eleventh Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/163523960809/eric-fanfiction-pt-11

Eleventh Part (2): https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/163688413174/eric-fanfiction-pt-11-2

Twelfth Part: https://home-of-the-lonely-writer.tumblr.com/post/163901204339/eric-fanfiction-pt-12


Originally posted by effindivergenteric

It was a beautiful afternoon. Well, at least until I got home. As soon as I opened the door and saw my father sitting in his chair, I knew what was to come.
He beat me for ten minutes, then he was tired. He told me to eat something and that he will go to sleep. I put my blouse back on and started running as soon as I heard his door slam shut.
I ran towards the old buildings, no one lived in except for some factionless, but they never bothered me. I stood at the rooftops edge and looked down.
How long would it take for others to find my body? Would my father even care? Probably not.
I set my right foot in front of my left, into the thin air. The only thing holding me back? I’m not even sure about that. Right when I wanted to shift my balance so I would fall, I heard footsteps behind me. He always came here when I was here.
“You won’t jump.” Eric stood a few feet behind me, arms behind his back. He still wore his Erudite school uniform.
“And why do you think that? Nobody cares anyway.” “I care. You should know that.”
I wanted to listen to him, really, but the burning sensation on my back convinced me that it was better this way.
I put more weight on my right foot than on my left and fell forward.
“Idiot!” I felt two strong arms around my waist and soon after, landed on top of Eric on the roof.
“Don’t you ever do that again!” He yelled and pressed my body closer to his. Ignoring the pain on my back, I turned around and began crying.
We stayed like that almost all night long.

I hit the net and the memory vanished. All this happened a few days before he joined Dauntless…
Before I could further think about everything, the net was pulled down by another man. He helped me out and steadied me until he was sure I could stand on my own two feet.
“What’s your name? If you want you can change it.”
I hesitated. “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” To this day I still believe he smiled as I told him my new name.
“First jumper, (Y/N)! Welcome to Dauntless.”
I pulled up my fake smile, nodded and walked to the wall, making space for the other Initiates. After me came a boy from Candor, Xavier. He immediately started talking to me and just kept on rambling till, at last, Eric jumped down. Xaviers attitude was kind of cute to be honest.
Our trainer, Four showed us, the transfers, around the compound while the Dauntless born went with another trainer. Eric followed us silently, which was another reason for me to stay close to the front. While Four explained how the initiation will work for us, Eric didn’t stop staring at me. After a few minutes, even Xavier noticed it and asked me if I knew, how he phrased it, “that creepy guy with the expression of a statue”. I just shook my head.
After Four showed us the dorms, he told us when dinner would start and left us be.
I chose a bed at the back of the room and hoped for more privacy.
“Hey there again! Look, my bed is right next to yours!” Xavier suddenly hugged me and I automatically stiffened. “That’s very nice, Xavier.” He seemed to notice my reaction and let go of me. He suggested going to the pit while waiting for dinner and since I didn’t have anything better to do I agreed. We found the tattoo parlour, where you could also get piercings, the hairdresser to get a new haircut and maybe a new colour, and a shop where you could buy everything from clothes to electronic devices.
“If you want to buy anything you need points. Initiates have 200 points to start with.” Four appeared behind us suddenly and explained the system.
“And how can you gain points?” Xavier turned around and ruffled through his brown hair.
“You get points everyday according to your rank. First place will get the most of course. At dinner today, every one of you will get a card you can use to buy stuff. But use your point well and don’t spend everything at once.” Four turned around and started to walk away when Xavier opened his mouth again “Sure dad!” While my eyes widened the moment, those words left his mouth, Four just looked back at us and sighed.

“Welcome Initiates!” After those two words I tuned out. Max, the leader of Dauntless was holding a speech. I didn’t really care what he said, so I just kept nursing my cheeseburger and stared at the table in front of me.
Suddenly someone took hold of me and lifted me up. Before I could do anything about it, the crowd was carrying me, Xavier and a few other Initiates. “My cheeseburger!” I stretched my hand towards my plate but I was too far gone and couldn’t reach it. I admit that it should be exciting to be surfing on a crowd, but my number one priority is and was always food. So when the crowd ended and I finally stood on the ground again, I immediately started to look for a way back to my cheeseburger.
“Here, you can eat here. You won’t get back to your cheeseburger anytime soon.” Four stood behind me again and pointed at a table that was abandoned except for him and Eric.
Do I really want to go there and sit with him?
My hunger won over my brain and heart because I followed Four to the table and immediately took a burger and began eating.
“How do you like Dauntless?” Four looked up from his plate and shot me a small smile.
“It’s okay, I guess. Better than Erudite, even though I miss my books.” I took another bite of my burger, waiting for a reply.
“There’s a small library on the third floor. And I mean small.” Eric didn’t even look up when he said that. I didn’t notice earlier, but his voice really changed. In the past it was warm and always brought a smile to my face. Now, it was cold and rid of any emotions it once held.
I nodded my head in acknowledgment of what Eric said and looked back down.
“But if you have enough points you can buy a tablet and download the library from Erudite.” Four said and stared at Eric as if he had seen a ghost.
“Can you also download music?” The question was directed at Four and he was about to answer, but Eric beat him to it.
“Of course you can (Y/N). They’re exactly the same tablets you used back in Erudite.” He was annoyed and he wasn’t making a big secret out of it.
“Well, excuse me for asking, Your Highness. I won’t be bothering you again. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired.” I bowed down dramatically and exited the dinner hall.    

Check Please HP AU

ALRIGHT, so I’ve been meaning to write this one for a while but I have accepted that it not going to happen in full-fic format. So, here, the old “this isn’t a fic but oh wait it’s turned into a bit of a fic” format (a petals classic):

So, the key of a CP HP AU is that, in general, you have to get everyone in the same House because that’s how the quidditch teams work. And a quick glance (I haven’t read them bc I try not to read aus im going to write for fear of transference) tells me that others have done Hufflepuff and Gryffindor but if you know anything about me, you know there is nothing I love more than dismantling the last vestiges of anti-Slytherin prejudice that still lingers in everyone’s subconscious. (*cough* Untamed *cough*)

Basically, I’m going to put everyone into Slytherin. Cuz I can. So here you go, you have:

Jack Zimmermann, son of Bad Bob Zimmermann, a quidditch legend. He played Beater for the Montrose Magpies and is known for creating and coining the term “Scoring Beater” due to his skill at using his beater’s bat not only to control the bludger, but to hit the quaffle through the posts at incredible distances. It starts out as a trick play but turned into a legitimate scoring strategy. Most importantly for our story, Bob Zimmermann was the Captain of the team for his final two years of Hogwarts, won the House Cup for 4/6 years he was on the team, and is generally regarded as one of the finest flyers ever to come out of Gryfindor.

Yes, Gryffindor. Bad Bob Zimmermann was a Gryffindor. In fact, all of the Zimmermanns in the history of Magic have been Gryffindors. 

Until Jack Zimmermann. Already dealing with the pressure of dominating in quidditch little leagues, Jack Zimmermann came to Hogwarts and then in a moment that didn’t quite seem real, the Sorting Hat was put onto his head and screamed SLYTHERIN before it had even finished it’s downward descent. The Gryffinders started clapping before they realized what had happened. The Slytherins didn’t start clapping because they assumed there was some mistake. Some claimed that the Hat must just be a bit tired (it was the end of the alphabet after all) and it made a mistake. It is said that this might be the only time Headmaster McGonagall broke her calm exterior during a Sorting Ceremony and tried to put the hat back on a student’s head.

But, eventually (when the Hat just turned and huffed at McGonagall and the Slytherins finally started cheering), there was nothing left for Jack Zimmermann to do but walk over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall and plop next to B. Knight, already wondering how on earth he was going to explain this to his parents. Even his mother, who was a Muggle, knew enough about Hogwarts to know that Slytherins were the worst

Of course, in the weeks/months/years that follow, Jack Zimmermann realizes that he is, in fact, a Slytherin. Goal-oriented? Ambitious? He is all of those things. And, actually, he is a lot of things from the other Houses as well because, really, what person can be reduced to just three or four traits and isn’t it a bit ridiculous that eleven year olds are just sorted into Houses and then basically conditioned to view themselves in a certain light throughout their formative years and–

Well, wait. We’re getting into Shitty.

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