i guess offer it

How to write a bomb ass personal statement

I’ve had a few asks about how to write - as one of you put it - a bomb ass personal statement. I’m a bit reluctant to write this, seeing as I haven’t actually got an interview/offer yet! But I guess it might be helpful to those of you applying around now :)


  • Bullet point what you want to include - I suggest listing out what you want to include. It’s a good idea to do this at the beginning, to make sure you don’t leave anything out; and it can help form the basic structure of your statement.
  • Do not start at the start - this is one of the most important things I learnt when writing mine. It is so hard to write that first sentence - so just leave it until the end, and begin writing with the actual content, something you’re more comfortable writing about.
  • When you do get down to writing that first sentence - do not start with a cheesy quote or the typical “I have always bee passionate about…” as these are things that can immediately put off an admissions tutor. Try and be original, or just simple: “I want to study X because…”


  • Just keep writing - don’t worry about the 4,000 character and 47 line limits. Literally just write, and keep going, even if you think what you’re writing is bad - just get all your ideas out there, and put down everything you would want to include. It’s so much easier to take things out rather than adding things in. My personal statement was around 8,000 characters at one point!`
  • Get the balance right - different unis want different things from personal statements, so check their websites to make sure you’re getting in what they want. You need to get the balance of intellectual curiosity/passion for the subject with your personal qualities and extra-curriculars. 
  • Back up everything with evidence - don’t just say you are great at working in a team, give examples that demonstrate that you have worked well in successful teams in the past.What to include?


  • Why you want to study that particular course
  • Why you are the right person to study the course
  • Extra things you have done to show commitment or interest about the course - volunteering, subscriptions to journals, further reading etc.
  • Any relevant work experience
  • Any relevant awards you’ve won (e.g. maths challenge or physics olympiad) or responsibilities within the school (e.g. prefect or house captain)
  • Demonstrate desirable skills for your course - problem solving, teamwork, leadership etc.


  • Cliches - like “Ever since I was born I have wanted to study…”
  • Quotes - this is a personal statement, so don’t start quoting other people! Plus way too many people do this to make it original.
  • Jokes - it may be that the person reading your statement has a very different sense of humour than you do.
  • Really long sentences - you want your personal statement to be as easy as possible to read, and long confusing sentences won’t help that.
  • Repetition - it’s such a short document, you don’t have space for this. Plus it gets boring!
  • Names of unis - the unis you apply to have no idea where else you have applied, so don’t name any of them in your statement.


  • Do not end on a cheesy quote or joke. Just sum up why you’d be a great candidate and reinforce what you have told them throughout the main body of the statement - that you’re fabulous!
  • Once you have finished a draft you can start trying to cut down on the word count. Maybe ask a teacher to look at your spelling/grammar, and you can always get your friends’ opinions too, on what should come out, and what should be kept in. Make sure you don’t let other people have too much influence - it has to be a personal statement!

Little Hades&Persephone comic (inspired by a quote from “A Stroke of Midnight”, by Laurell K. Hamilton).

I guess Persephone is the kind of girl who will offer you tea and bake cookies for you and be literally the sweetest person ever, but will fucking rip your heart off your chest if you wrong her or her beloved ones.

drawn4life  asked:

How do you figure out lighting? I can never figure out shadows on a human face. It's way different than a ball or block. Any tips?

EXCELLENT QUESTION one that fucks me up too even tho i’ve been drawing for a million years. I don’t think i’ve mastered lighting on the face yet, so i don’t really have a lot of tips to offer but here’s what i got: 

I guess first and foremost you have to familiarize yourself with the planes that make up the face. I only laid out the main ones here. Once you figure out where the hard edges of the face occur, it’s quite easy to lay out the most basic shadows. 

Sometimes i don’t constrain to realistic planes (like around the nose and lips) but that’s mostly because it’s just my style. 

Because the cheek is flat (in relation to the front of the face) it catches a lot of light even in the most dramatic lighting. It’s one of my favorite places to light up HEH (even if it’s extremely subtle) 

I also have a few lovely guides to share ! Most of these are tutorials on how these artists accomplish their lighting techniques, but i thought they were extremely helpful. 

Simple Face lighting tutorial 

Constraints of facial features 

Color + lighting 

Dramatic/expressive lighting 

Also this Virtual Lighting Studio is extremely useful if you want to simulate a specific lighting on the face! (it lags a lot but honestly this is probably the best thing you can get)


My part of an art trade with @bippwirter who wanted beast wirt & bipper, sorry it took so long

Beth - a real go-getter - does blush a little when she hands over her business card with a personal number scrawled on the back. “You know,” she says. “If you ever want to learn more about Wicca sometime.”

Dean takes it, and laughs. “‘Preciate it, Beth, but I’m married.”

Dean blanches at the same time Beth does. 


“Oh, god. I’m sorry. That’s - well, yeah, the offer still stands? I guess? Crap,” she mutters.

They part awkward friends, and Dean runs back to Sam with his tail between his legs.

Married, god dammit, where the hell had that even COME FROM?

His phone chirps almost as soon as he shuts the Impala’s door and settles into the driver’s seat. He checks the caller ID. 


Oh, right, Dean thinks with a smile, smoothing his thumb over the screen. That’s where that came from.

“Hey, sunshine,” he answers.

idk the pushing of the Forgive Thy Abuser narrative puts a bad taste in my mouth and it’s such a not good thing to try to force everyone into then paint them as an awful person who will never heal if they don’t offer forgiveness. but. keep spitting out “forgive them!” i guess. hearing it 50 times is cool. neat. never going to do it though! tbh! Ever! not offering forgiveness to someone who doesn’t deserve it and hurt me continuously for years. my business is my own. my healing and coping process are my own. as are everyone else’s. my choice

imnotacommittee  asked:

Happy New Year! Thank you for offering doodles! How about the Tenth Doctor's New Year's enthusiasm juxtaposed with Alec Hardy's complete lack of it?

…Happy New Year?

General Hux Imagine

Originally posted by lautrec-var-emreis

“Imagine Hux gives you his great coat.”

„Y/N, you‘re late again.“
The voice belonged to Hux, he stood behind you and he wasn‘t happy that you came late to work once again.
„I‘m sorry… I don‘t sleep well lately and I struggled to find my uniform and my coat this morning.“
He looked down at you and furrowed his eyebrows.
„I‘m sorry to hear, if something is bothering you, you can tell me, I want you to rest well. And about your coat, did you find it ?“
„Thanks for the offer. Sadly I didn‘t, I guess I lost it somewhere.“
Hux sighed and took off his coat, then he put it around your shoulders.
„Then take mine as long as you can‘t find your own. I know how easily you get sick and I need you here.“
Your face flushed red.
„Thank you Hux, I‘ll take good care of it !“
„You better do. Besides, please meet me at my quarters after your work shift, I want to help you with your sleep problems.“
Your eyes widened and you nodded at him, Hux smiled at you and returned to his own workstation.

Destination Lactation.

Request: Bucky or Steve x Reader.Avengers find a newborn baby on their front door, and take it in. Reader is a ‘witch’ of sorts and casts a spell to allow herself to lactate. When baby isn’t feeding anymore, Reader is uncomfortable with how full her breasts are, Steve/Bucky notices and offers help.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: I guess you could say this is NSFW?

A/N: If this is a topic that makes you uneasy, DO NOT PROCEED!

Originally posted by annutystan

You could honestly say your favorite pastime was either training with Bucky, or running with Steve.

You have a feeling this, however is about to change. You see, when you get Bucky and Steve AND you, all three, doing one of said activities mentioned above, you end up with an issue. You know how it is, both super soldiers, both have something to prove, and everything has to be a competition for them. You were training with Bucky, who might I mention is your boyfriend. Not for very long though, as you’ve only been dating for 6 months. But, I guess you could say it’s still pretty new, so he ALWAYS tries to impress you when he can.

Anyway, training with Bucky when Steve comes in, looking like he’s ready to fight.

“Hey (Y/N), hey Bucky. What are you two up to?” Steve smirks.

“Uh, just training…what about you?”

“Just got back from my run, Buck. You guys wanna train together?” You roll your eyes, knowing they’ll probably leave you out of this again. You’re used to it.

“I’ll just sit back and watch, thanks. I don’t stand a chance against either of you anyway.” You see, your powers are similar to Wanda’s, not quite as you don’t move things with your head, but you can conjure things up with your mind. Therefore you don’t really specialize in kicking physical ass.

Not like Natasha at least, she always gives Rogers and Barnes a run for their money.

“Aw come on, (Y/N) don’t be like that!” Steve gives you those stupid sad eyes.

“No Steve, I’m perfectly content just watching.” Steve sighs and turns his back. “Whatever you say, (Y/N)” Rolling your eyes you go stand on the sidelines, watching your boyfriend kick Roger’s ass. It’s pretty satisfying. The speaker cracks to life just as Bucky round house kicked Steve in the jaw. (Which was incredibly sexy to watch by the way.)

“Attention Avengers, you are all needed in the living room” Tony’s voice comes over the loud speaker.

Bucky helps Steve up as he rubs his jaw.

“That will never happen again, just so you know.” Steve smirks.

“Yeah, yeah punk.” Bucky turns to you, holding his right arm out and you run to him, taking your place under his arm. He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head.


All the Avengers gather in the living room waiting for Tony to make himself known. It’s annoying how he’s the one who called us down here and he’s ALWAYS the last one to show up.

The elevator doors open and Tony comes into the living room, holding a off white blanket. He looks uncomfortable.  

“Tony-what- is that-” Clint points at the blanket, like he knows whats inside it, he just can’t get it out. Tony looks up at Clint and gulps, nodding his head.

You’re sat on Bucky’s lap, resting your head on his flesh shoulder, when you sit up, then standing to walk up to him.

Looking in the bundle Tony is holding, you see a very content baby.

“A baby??” You try not to shreak too loudly, as not to scare it.

Tony nods..shock still evident on his face.

Bucky stands up and walks behind you, peering over your shoulder at the infant.

“What?” Is all he can say.

“She was found outside the tower this morning. Shes had a check up, and she’s a fully healthy 5 week old. They don’t know where she came from, no one left a note or anything..” Your heart swells, hurting so much.

“W-what? How could anyone do this to a baby?” You reach below Tony’s arms and take the baby from him. She has blonde hair and green eyes. You’ve always had a burning desire to be a mother, you just hadn’t gotten that far in life yet, but it seems like you don’t have a choice anymore.

“I-I’ll take care of her. She can stay with me.” Bucky raises his eyebrow.

“Are you sure, doll?”

“Yeah…at least for now. As long as you’re okay with it because we share a room.” You blush and look up at him, smiling.
“I’m fine with it.” You have to fight the urge to jump up and down.


Later that evening, you find yourself up in bed with a fussy baby.

Bucky rubs his eyes, obviousaly irritated already.

“Here, Bucky. I’ve got an idea. She must have been breast fed, because she’s not responding to formula at all.

You hand the baby over to Bucky, and proceed to cast a spell.

Bucky raises his eyebrow again.

“The hell are you doing?”

You grab the baby from him again, which you named Grace.

Bringing her to you, you remove your shirt, and your bra.

Bucky chokes on the water he was just drinking and turns his head.

“D-Doll, what are you doing?” You blush.

“Sorry…I guess I should have explained myself. I just casted a spell that’ll allow me to breast feed the baby.” His eyes open so wide they almost pop out.

“You can do that?”

“I wasn’t sure but I just tried and it succeeded.” He still looks at me like I have a 3rd head.

You bring the baby to your chest, and she took right to it, obviousaly she’d done it before.

This nifgt should be peaceful.


A few months have passed, Grace is now 3 months old, and you’re exhausted. Bucky tries to help where he can, he just gets nervous, he doesn’t want to hurt her.

You’re sitting in the kitchen, with Grace in your lap when Clint comes in.

“Hey (Y/N). You look exhausted. You okay?” You smile up at him.

“I’m okay Clint, just super tired.”

“Would you maybe want me to watch her for a night so you and Bucky can get some sleep?”

“You are an angel, I would love you for life if you did that…I’m so tired.” Clint laughs.

“I understand, (Y/N). I’m a parent myself.” You don’t need to ask him anything else, going up to your and Bucky’s shared room you pack her bag of stuff she’ll need for the night.

When you return, Clint is ready. He almost looks excited, it’s kinda cute.

Handig Grace off to him, you thank him once more.

“Don’t thank me, (Y/N) I understand.”

On the way back up to your room, you can’t contain the bounce in your step, you love that little girl, but you’re beyond ready for a break.


It’s now midnight, and you’re stuck awake, in excruciating pain. Why you may ask?

Your breasts are full of milk and you have no way to find relief. Fuck everything.

Just trying to sit up from laying down hurt like a bitch.

Finally sitting yourself up, you don’t really know what to do, just trying to find some type of relief.

The door nob jingles, Bucky walking through the door. He’s been away on a mission for the last week and you’ve been missing him.

You and Bucky had yet to be intimate, and it’s not for lack of trying. You want to go farther with him, he’s just so scared he’ll hurt you. You’d hoped the experience with Grace would hell him get more confident, you wanted him to tonight, but unfortunatly, you’re in to much pain for that tonight.

“In here, Bucky.” You tried not to sniffle, it didn’t work.

He almost comes running in, sensing something wrong.

“What’s wrong doll?”

“I-I’m in pain..” You can’t control the tears at this point, the pain too overbaring.

He rushes to you.

“What do you mean you’re in pain? What happened? Did someone hurt you?” He starts panicing.

“No, Bucky no one hurt me.”

“Where’s Grace?”

“Clint offered to watch her for the night, but at this rate I may need to go get her again.”

“What are you talking about, doll?”

“I-I’m so full, Bucky…it hurts so bad…”

Bucky raises his eyebrow.

“What hurts, doll?”

“M-My breasts.”

He still looks pretty confused.

“My breasts are full of milk, Bucky and it hurts so bad and she’s not here to feed.”

Bucky wipes the sweat from his brow, as you rest your head on his chest, still crying.

“Is there anything I can do, (Y/N)?” You blush and bury your head in the crook of his neck.

“There might be one thing, but you probably won’t want to.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better.”

“D-do you think you could suck the milk out…?” Bucky chuckles.

“We can try, Doll….” His face turns red, realizing what he’s about to do.

“Take your shirt off.”

“I-I can’t….it hurts to move too much.” Bucky reaches behind him in his utility belt and pulls out a pocket knife.

He slices through the shirt, and bra.

“Sorry, doll. I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Don’t care, I just want to feel better.”

He gets down on his knees in front of you, resting his right hand under your breast.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please help me…” more tears fall down your cheek.

He leans up, bringing his lips to your nipple.

Pulling it into his mouth, he begins to suckle.

You try not to moan out loud, but you just can’t help it.

He pulls away.

“Dammit, (Y/N) you make this hard.”

“I’m sorry…” He bites his lip.

“Do you need me to do the other one?”

“Y-Yes please.”

He nods, and goes to your left breast.

Bringing it into his mouth, he repeats the previous process.

“God this feels so good.”

His face flushes.

“You know, this isn’t the way I pictured this happening…but if it makes you feel better, I’m glad to have helped you.”

“I’m sorry, Bucky…it’s not what I wanted either…”

“You have beautiful breasts by the way….” Bucky winks.

“Stop it Bucky!” You laugh and shove his shoulders.

“Let’s get some sleep, doll. I’m so tired…”

He climbs up the bed, out before his head hits the pillow.

You laugh, feeling right there with him. You join him, sleep being much welcome.

I should have checked for errors, just too tired tonight. So sorry!

if you’ve never forgiven your wife for shooting your best friend in the chest after said best friend offered to help her, then i guess you just don’t understand what a mature adult relationship is 

dealing with (or not) college jealousy

All around me, my friends are getting into college. My best friend just got into her dream school. One of my classmates got into Stanford last week. My Facebook feed is filled with posts about “_____ University Class of 2021!!” And I’m happy for them all. I really am. But, having been rejected from my dream school last week and now having to wait months to find out where I’m going, a part of me winces every time I see a new acceptance. 

I started writing this with the goal of giving advice for other people in the same boat as me, but really, I’ve got nothing. I am so, so, so happy for my best friend and all the other people who’ve gotten into their dream schools–they all deserve the world. But part of me will be a little bitter until March, when I get my own acceptance letters.

So I can’t really offer advice. But I guess I just want to say that, if other people are feeling like this, you’re not alone. We’re not bad people–we can be happy for people and sad for ourselves at the same time. Frankly, rejection sucks, and we shouldn’t be expected to get over it right away. However, just because other people are getting in earlier than us doesn’t mean that we’re not as smart or deserving or whatever. Come May, both those who are already in and those of us who have to wait will be deciding on great places, with great futures ahead of us all. Hang in there!

Or is that what you intended?
You think I don’t know.
Now, I don’t give a damn about the others.
Ah well, heavy head, heavy crown, et cetera, et cetera.
But, hey, I guess that’s my problem. Right?
You’re offering me a deal?
Relax. I’m not your enemy.
You have the same stink they do.
And considering that I saved your ass, you should show me some respect.
The only way to survive is to do exactly what I tell you.
Hey, look, I don’t know what kind of pervy stuff you’re into, but I am not that kinda girl.
And before you ask, yes, it will hurt.
I’m trying to save my family.
And, with any luck, no one has to die.
You have my word.
Appreciate you coming on short notice.
Whatever your plans are, I got to ask you to put ‘em aside.
If you need me to say please, _________, I will.
You know, you ask a lot of questions.
How much longer do we have?
Do you have everything we need?
Should? What do you mean should?
These guys are sketchy.
What are you gonna do? You gonna protect me?
No, I’m gonna use you as a shield.
Apologies. I have been a discourteous host.
I should just kill him.
The best way to end your fear is to face it yourself.
Took a long time, but we finally caught you.
Or maybe I just stopped running.
Do you hear that?
Well, who’s next!?
Well, let’s go celebrate.
Well, that’s what happens when people annoy me.
Give up now and we’ll end this quick.
I have a better idea.
You want more? Come on!
Congratulations. You handled that rather well.
I’m nobody’s lackey.
We gave you a fighting chance.
I will escape and I will seek my own justice.
She believed with all her heart that you had some good left in you.
Count yourself fortunate.
We had a deal.
You see, when it comes to my family’s safety, I don’t negotiate.
And they say romance is dead.
You saved us. All of us.
And she made me promise that one day she’d get her family back. All of them.
Let’s go get him.
Don’t know when to stop, do you?
Oh, you should just say thank you.
You’d be adrift without me.
You need me, ________.
What you doing here?
I had a bad dream.
You’re safe. I’m not going anywhere.

Sooooo today I had a job interview and I like really need the money and I had forgotten to give an offering before I left so I wound up praying in the car to Hermes for luck and charisma in my interview. So naturally, as I had been raised Christian, I have this inability to end prayers because my brain just doesn’t want to say anything but “amen” so instead of saying anything at all at the end I just kind of “muah!” kissy noise at Hermes instead. 

I got the job on the spot. I guess smooches are an acceptable offering for Him lmao.

  • Gaul: By the way, the villagers wanted to buy you.
  • Me: What? Why?
  • Gaul: I guess they liked your horns. Offered 500 gold each for you and Selena.
  • Me: I'd offer you 500 gold NOT to sell me, but, uh, I don't have 500 gold.
  • (later, the villagers enchanted me, knocked me out, and then carried me off, so I'm probably not dead, but for purposes of playing, I may as well be)

I hate working in a bourgeois playground of a neighborhood but people know me and cut money off my tab all the time so that’s awesome, and also guess who just got randomly offered a barback gig? I’ve been wanting to learn some bartending basics and already have my liquor license. I hope I can get to the bar in TIME though, considering I don’t get off work until 8:30 most nights. But cross your collective fingers for me! Bartending would be a good use of my timing/drinks skills I’ve picked up as a barista, but being able to work from like 10 to 3 would be so perfect, since I am up anyway. And I am so tired of my job and need to transition eventually to something else with late hours so I can go to school.

just realized Attack on Titan and My Hero Academia season 2 are gonna be airing very soon

suddenly very HYPED