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college advice from someone who’s been on both sides of it

So I’m finishing up my Ph.D. and preparing to depart for the real world (no, just kidding, I’m going to be in school forever, only in a different capacity) and I thought I’d put together a list of some college tips to share with you all. I graduated with my B.A. in 2012, magna cum laude, with 2 majors, 1 honours thesis, 2 on-campus jobs, and 3 music things. Since then, I’ve gone to grad school and also taught six semesters of first-year seminars. Now I’m going on the job market for teaching positions. All of this means that I’ve seen both sides of the college experience, as a student and as an instructor. There are a lot of great & useful college advice posts going around studyblr this time of here, and I wanted to add my own. I hope it’s useful. So here we go, with a “read more” because it’s long (sorry if you’re on mobile):

academics

  • find your classrooms ahead of time (profs’ offices too)
  • figure out how long it will take you to walk between places
  • figure out where your best seat will be & claim it
  • say hi to the people next to you, learn their names
  • take notes in class
  • take advantage of extra credit
  • try your best not to fall asleep in class (and if you do fall asleep, apologise to the prof afterwards)
  • bring your glasses if you need them, don’t be stubborn about it
  • check out the library, wander in the stacks, talk to the librarians
  • figure out how & where to print
  • buy used books/textbooks, or rent them, but be careful with ebooks (some profs don’t allow them)
  • plan breaks into your class schedule, or block everything together, whichever works best for you
  • work out the pros & cons of 8am classes and/or night classes
  • plan ahead – have a planner, put things in it, do them
    • fake deadlines are a thing (write down earlier deadlines, trick yourself into meeting them, bask in satisfaction)
  • grades won’t be what they were in high school
    • keep in mind GPA values: a 3.5 will see you graduating with honours
  • be nice to the departmental administrative staff, thank them for helping you (even with small things)
  • office hours versus emailing profs: both will get your questions answered (probably) but if you can go and talk in person, do it
  • profs & TAs are people too, they have lives, they have bad days
  • if something comes up, talk to your prof, be honest but don’t overshare, just show them you’re trying
  • on that note, try

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One Piece ワンピース : The Ōka Shichibukai

“The reason the Grand Line is called the ‘Pirates’ Graveyard’, is because of the Three Great Powers that rule over it. One of them, is the Ōka Shichibukai. They’re seven Pirate Warlords that are officially authorized by the World Government. The Shichibukai inhabit wild regions of the seas and as long as they give a cut of their loot obtained from marauding & pillaging, the World Government sanctions their actions. Other pirates may look down on them and call them ‘Government Dogs’, but they’re among the strongest the Grand Line has to offer!!” 

Thus ends my journey with the Shichibukai. It was fun & arduous while it lasted and I had a hell of a great time re-reading some of the most epic and sad moments in One Piece. I’ve compiled all the gifs into a short video in the order of the manga’s storyline, so enjoy this final treat me buckos! Oda has given us so many fantastic characters & memories it’s hard to wait a week for each chapter but it is always worth the wait. I can’t wait to see what else the sensei has in store for us!! 

☠  Hoist the Colors

How I turned pro with Tarot Readings (but I still have a lot to learn!) 👌

Divination is a complex art, even though sometimes it doesn’t look like it. As you all know, I do tarot readings and I noticed how this particular method of clairvoyance gets the same reaction as a piece of contemporary art: people look at me and say I could have done it myself, or something along the lines, to which it’s hard not to reply with a Fuck off, why don’t you do it then?

I must admit that when I first got into tarot reading, doubting my abilities was somehow legit, since I kept using just a single tarot spread to answer whatever question I got and the answers didn’t always stick to what I needed to know. Luckily, in the last few years I’ve improved my technique. But how did I reach my level of expertise? 

I changed my perspective on tarots. This was really the first step. At the beginning of my practice the idea I had on tarot reading was completely different. The questions I usually asked all regarded my future, so I made readings whenever I had no idea about how things would turn. Don’t get me wrong, that is still divination, there is nothing wrong in it. But at the point tarot readings to me were just a game I’d like to play when I was bored and all alone or during sleepovers with my friends. Let’s see if he is gonna kiss me this weekend, and I was all ready to throw a tarot spread. It took a lot of years to understand that in tarots there is more than that. When you ask something to tarot cards what you are actually doing is asking for a consult, as if you were in a therapist’s office or talking with a helpline. Tarots gives advice. Which means you have to talk to them heart-to-heart and listen to their words accordingly.

I made tarot readings personal. Whenever a friend asked me for a consult, I wanted to give them the most accurate response there could possibly be. And in order to do that, I couldn’t just use that one and only tarot spread I knew, but I had to choose a spread that was specific to the case. So I decided it was time to start creating them all by myself and it turned out it wasn’t as hard as it seemed to be as long as you keep in mind these simple rules:

🔮 You need to understand where the Consultant mentally is, what they are facing in that moment, where does the question actually come from. Even when people say they just want to investigate their future, their desire probably comes out of something that buggers them.
🔮 You have to turn the Consultant’s request into a series of simple questions, that can help you get the hang of the situation. If the Consultant can’t find a job, I don’t ask the tarots the when’s and the if’s. Instead, I ask why they are blocked in the situation and what they can do to overcome the problem.
🔮 You should choose a layout that helps you get into the right mindset. Avoiding banalities (a heart-shaped layout for a spread about love can be a little too cliche), you can choose a shape that reminds you of the things you are inquiring on, like a Cupid’s bow if you’re asking about new love interests.

I turned off my rationality. As I said before divination really is an art form and, as most of the art forms, it’s easier to understand it if you don’t look at it through the eye of intellect. It might seems illogical, but that is the best way to let the meaning of the cards gets to you. No prejudice, no preconceptions. Sometimes the response could be hard to accept and that’s why I avoid to do readings about controversial or sensible matters. 

Did I really become a pro in tarot readings? There aren’t any tips or tricks to be brilliant at it. It takes time and exercise, and even after decades of practice you’ll find you still have a lot to learn. Some people have a natural inclination, other requires more effort instead. But if you’re receptive enough, tarots will disclose their secrets to you without a hitch.

CLC Sorn explaining how she pitched ideas for their Hobgoblin comeback using a PowerPoint presentation. 

*When other groups are given the privilege to give input and direction for a comeback, they typically use vision boards or PPT presentations as well. It takes a whole lot of convincing from the company to allow the artists to use their ideas, so I thought you might like to see what is shown. (male idols spend a lot of time asking for certain haircuts lmao)

During the presentation she explained in detail the type of vibe they wanted to go for in order to successfully pull-off a dramatic concept change from cute to girl crush and enlisted Hyunas help to make it all happen. She explained how hard it is to get approval from a company for this type of freedom (especially as a rookie) and mentioned how her presentation only had a few slides, while Hyunas comeback presentation had over 100 slides. “I saw that and I was like, ‘Oh my god! Damn! We have to work hard. We have to worker harder.”

Final result:

BTS reaction: Finding out that you can’t speak Korean very well

Request: Could you do a reaction of bts when you tell them you cant speak english well? I think thatd be cool.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this one! I enjoyed writing it and don’t hesitate on giving me more requests!

Jin:

Yes, this was going to be a problem for him. Though he doesn’t have much of an issue with understanding English, it’s mostly the speaking part it goes wrong. You had just met each other, at a party to be precisely. He had noticed you immediately, seeing how you were struggling with a soda-can, having too sweaty hands to even open it.

He had approached you with a sly smile across his face and a spark in his eyes, as if he was chasing you. He had grabbed the soda out of your hand and opened it with ease before returning it to you, now giving you a more genuine smile as he decided on having a talk.  

Hello, I’m Seokjin, nice to meet you.’ He began speaking in full Korean language and you just blinked at his words. Of course, you could understand a few things, but you couldn’t find the words to actually talk back in Korean, so you just decided on English instead.

‘I’m sorry, you’ll have to talk in English.’ You say as you look guilty in his eyes. He let’s out a ‘ohh’ before still deciding on talking to you, being dazzled with your presence. That whole night flew by so fast and you’d actually managed to talk, though it took you a lot of time to understand each other. Still, you felt an attraction towards this guy and a language is not going to stand that way.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi:

‘cute’ was what came to his mind when you sat in front of him, looking nervous and on edge upon seeing THE Yoongi in front of you. Of course he noticed that you were foreign and came all the way to Korea to be at this fan-sign, so he immediately decided on talking English to you. Though Yoongi may not seem  that great at English, you will be shocked to hear him talking. He isn’t called a genius for nothing after all, because he sometimes even seems fluent as he spoke to you.

‘You’re very cute.’ He says as a gummy-smile came up to his features while signing your album. You giggle while hiding your face behind your hands. He noticed that of course and he felt his heart racing all of the sudden and that made him decide to write something extra down, which was his phone number.

‘contact me.’ Was the last thing he said before you were forced to go on to the next member, leaving you speechless along with the member beside Yoongi, who saw what he had written down under his name.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Hoseok:

[Text messages]

[15:07] Hoseok: Wait, you’re not Korean?

[15:07] You: No… are you mad?

[15:08] Hoseok: So you use Translate?

[15:09] You: Yes… I did.

[15:09] Hoseok: You know I am not good at English, okay?

[15:10] You: Yes I am aware, we’ve been friends for 1 year already, it’s why I decided to just keep chatting with you in Korean so you won’t have any hard time reading my messages.

[15:11] Hoseok: awww, I’m not mad and I can understand English very well, just no speaking

[15:11] Hoseok: I will learn English for you

[15:11] Hoseok: Just wait

[15:11] You: :))

Originally posted by jaayhope

Namjoon:

His eyes were focused on you the whole time, they didn’t even slip one time. After he had found a place in the little cafe with the other members, finding the quiet atmosphere great to have a comfortable and private meal with each other, he suddenly saw you standing in front of their table to take their order. Seeing the nervousness on your face, he immediately knew you knew who they were and he felt a smirk crawling up on his face upon seeing you stuttering over your words, trying Korean and miserably failing. Of course, he would assure you that you can talk English, so you did and the both of you had a small talk before you took their orders.

He hadn’t stopped looking at you after that. He found your foreign features so appealing and beautiful, he’d want to see it up close. But, knowing that he is RM of BTS, he would never get a chance to that, well not in the near future. But looking can’t hurt right?

[2 hours later]

‘___?’ Your boss called and you walk up to her to ask what’s up.

‘Someone left you a tip with a little note.’ She said as she gave you the note, which you eagerly opened.

Hey, please contact me [phonenumber]
-RM

Originally posted by apgujeon

Jimin:

He kinda panicked when you suddenly began talking fluent in english at him. He had just approached you, wanting to have a closer look on the gorgeous-looking girl on set. He wasn’t gonna lie, he was dissapointed, and not in you but in himself. He cursed under his breath as he already wanted to turn around, embarrased of his own lacking abilities.

'Oh, wait, you can’t understand me very well?’ You ask, now finally understanding why he hadn’t respond to you yet.

'Yes, sorry.’ He said, smiling softly. You just chuckle before you got your phone out of your pocket and started typing something on your phone. He curiously waited for what you might be doing and when you showed your screen, his eyes lit up and showed a bright smile. You had the genuis idea to use google translate and to show him what you’ve been saying. And just like that, a long conversation on your little device began and converted to a much greater relationship.

Originally posted by harunyany

Taehyung:

You opened your eyes to a bright light entering the unknown room and when you look at the sleeping body beside you, memories wandered back into your mind. You gasp and immediately get out of the bed. You had a one-night-stand with Kim fucking Taehyung, your bias, your crush for over 4 years now.

You walk around the room to find your clothes, but you let out a whimper when you feel something naked press up into your own naked form.

'Don’t go, I’ll make you breakfast first.’ He said in Korean, but of course you couldn’t understand.

'W-what?’

'Stay.’ He now says in english and you clench your yaw upon hearing that. Taehyung didn’t care if you couldn’t speak korean, he just knew he wanted to be with you longer. He had felt a spark and a language is not going to stand in his way to be with you for only a bit longer. And of course, how could you refuse such a request?

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Jungkook:

This was a huge abort mission in his eyes. He had felt so confident about himself when he approached you at the award-show. You were one of the make-up artists around there and he found your looks so dazzling that he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. But when he finally got the guts to actually approach you, he sadly found out you didn’t spoke even the slightest of Korean.

'Yes?’

'Oh no sor-.’

'Hey, my friend here seems to have a liking in you, he would like to maybe set a date?’ Namjoon suddenly spoke and Jungkook along with you looked wide-eyed at him. ’He is not very well with english, but I assume that won’t be a huge problem. A language shouldn’t stand in the way.’

And just like that, you suddenly had a date set on your next free day off and probably the upcoming other free days.

Originally posted by hohohobi

Disclaimer: The GIFs aren’t mine, credits go to the owners!

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One Wedding, One Destiny
A Kingdom Hearts Themed Wedding
July 15, 2017

Part 2: The Wedding Party

After two years of planning it finally happened! There’s so much to share so be sure to be follow along. Here are the rest of the parts:

Part 1: The Couple
Part 3: The Decor
Part 4: The Ceremony
Part 5: The Reception
Part 6: The Cake
Part 7: Everything Else

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dysphoria in butches

i’ve had this post inside me for awhile now, but i’ve overall been too lazy to actually write it, lol. but seeing julia @butchcommunist answer an anon from a butch wondering if you can be a butch woman and be dysphoric gave me the push. (preface: yes, you can be butch and dysphoric.) this begs the question as to why there are so many butches who experience this, especially top dysphoria, when its not because we want to be men. take me for example: the one thing that is stopping me from getting top op is not wanting to be read as a man more often; i have no interest whatsoever in passing. so i’ve had to do a bit of self reflection on this over time - what my body means to me, what breasts mean culturally, what no breasts means culturally.

everything that is assigned to having breasts in our subconscious is antithetical to how i see myself as a butch. i don’t mean that this is something that is true, having breasts IS NOT antithetical to anything, let alone being a butch lesbian. outside of cultural messaging, they don’t have meaning! they just are. but every image we’ve ever seen of them is sexualized for male consumption. to a great degree that’s their meaning culturally - for example, how its OK to have big victorias secret billboards but women cant breastfeed in public. even as a completely flat chested child, i was jealous that male cousins could run outside in the heat with no shirt on and i had to sweat. when i got a bit older, puberty meant boys snapping bras and adult men ogling. it meant death of freedom, it meant humiliation i couldn’t understand yet.

like being hypersexual or shutting down sexually after assault, i think that young girls “playing into” sexualizing their female attributes vs young girls wanting to reject their female attributes are two sides of the same coin, because girls’ socialization is… pretty inherently traumatic. the physical and psychological affects of a hourglass forming corset vs a binder are actually very similar. its always the body that has to be “fixed,” to be escaped. i’ve heard butches talk about how they feel like their bodies are mismatched collages - masculine here, feminine there. it is not uncommon for women to mentally cut themselves into pieces rather than seeing ourselves as one whole life sustaining body that is you. 

another aspect is for those of us who have always been visibly “different” - people staring before you realized why, finding out you’re a lesbian by being called one from a car, adults asking if you’re a girl or a boy before you are old enough to understand the question, never being able to look quite right when you try to blend in as feminine - how do you not internalize that into your body? something is wrong with me, something is wrong with my body, everyone can see it. that is incredibly formative. you can’t possibly not be psychologically affected by it, even if you’re old enough to know why its happening, but especially if its been happening since early childhood. how do you not feel alienated from the vessel that alienates everyone else so much?

for me, its been incredibly helpful to process over time what my shape means and what it doesn’t mean. reconceptualizing what living in a female body means is hard work and it involves healing from trauma that i’ve only been recently able to tackle! but my god has it been worth it. talking with other butches and seeing our commonalities is a healing thing in & of itself – its so crazy for me to think that i used to think i had to make myself disappear in order to keep living, that i had to somehow figure out how to be feminine, how to be a man, or to die, when in reality there are so many women like me, and all i had to do was say hello. ask, do you experience this too? what about this?

more often than not the answer has been yes. 

Cold As Ice

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!


Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

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this is just a reminder to take some pressure off of yourself. you don’t need to act a certain way or be around certain people if you don’t feel like they are helping you be your best. you don’t need to guilt yourself or hurt yourself in order to improve. things are hard. and sometimes other things make already difficult things even harder to accomplish. i know this is vague but i rlly just wanna make this universal. forgive yourself. for anything you’re feeling shitty about right now, i want you to hold your own hand for a second and realize that anything that you feel bad about doesn’t make YOU bad. take any rough experiences you’ve had and realize maybe you weren’t your best then. but you can grow from that if you allow that hard time to teach you something. YOU ARE SO CAPABLE. i have learned to let go of a lot of the anger and frustration i used to hold so tightly that it started to eat me up. but i am a different person now. and i was never bad to begin with. its just my truth then is different than it is now. LET YOURSELF GROW FROM DRY SOIL. WATER YOURSELF. we are all immensely flawed. that’s okay! we just all have to accept it and strive to be the best we can be because in the end thats really one of the few things that actually matters.

Don’t Flirt With Him

Word count: 2,241

Warning: smut, spanking, little bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to flirt with the most horrible and sexist man ever to get info for a case and Dean isn’t too happy about it so he shows her who she really belongs to.

The sound of Dean’s alarm woke you up and you reluctantly opened your eyes to see Dean and Sam already up and getting ready.

“Do you know what I think I like most about the bunker? Normal sleeping patterns.” Sam laughed, agreeing with you as he brushed his teeth.

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Killing a toxic co-workers hopes, dreams, and future.

Names changed for anonymity, happened a few years back. This is a long one so TL;DR at the bottom.

Background: I got a job working for a small hardware company. 4 people in the office, a few in the warehouse, and a delivery driver. Nothing fancy, but it got me off the night shift and onto a desk. The owner was a pretty nice guy, let’s call him Ray. Ray took over the family business in the early 2000s. Like most small business owners he was pretty frugal. The job came with absolutely zero perks. 10 vacation days that doubled as sick days, no insurance, everyone was hourly and Ray hated paying OT. He had one large customer that accounted for about half his business and everything after that was profit. He had gotten to the point where the business was doing well enough to support his comfortable life (10-3 schedule, 4 weeks vacation, season baseball tickets) and had zero interest in growing it beyond that point. But my problem was not with Ray, it was with the absolute b*tch in the purchasing department.

The players: Four people in the office meant that every part of this business fell to one of us. Ray was the owner, he negotiated large scale orders both with customers and suppliers. Sarah was our admin/receptionist, sweet as pie. I was in charge of order processing and logistics, and I did quite a bit of work revamping the company website. Ingrid (aka B*tch Supreme) handled small scale purchasing and most of the other customers.

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For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
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“So where are we going again?” Shiro asked as he threw an arm around Keith’s neck, drawing him in and ruffling his hair.
“Hey, stop it! Get off!” Keith ducked out from his grip and shoved him away, trying to fix his hair. “Why are you like this, you’re so annoying!” Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. “I’m your big brother. It’s my job to annoy you. Now, answer the question.”
Keith rolled his eyes and muttered “Adopted brother. Anyway, we’re going to this cafe or bakery place that Pidge won’t stop talking about. Says their coffee is really good and the food is ‘better than free wifi.’”
Shiro raised his eyebrows until they nearly disappeared under his tuff of hair.
“Better than free wifi? Pidge said that? Huh, wow. They must be really good then.”
Keith hummed in agreement and stuffed his hands in his red jacket, pulling it closer. Shiro smiled at the action zipped up his black and gray jacket, burying his nose into it.

It was late fall, and the breeze held a chilly bit. The wind whispered of winter, and the trees had begun to shed their leaves, some of which where floating in the air, softly floating the the ground. Shiro was enjoying the slight crunch they made when he stepped on them when Keith grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I think this is it.”
Shiro stopped and observed the building before them. It was a simple building, one that you could easily pass if you weren’t looking for it. The building was made out of worn brick, with a chalkboard sign in front the entrance that read: ‘Welcome to Voltron! Please do not touch pastries with your hands. Use your tongue.’ Shiro chuckled at the sign while Keith just stared.
“What kind of a name is Voltron?”
Shiro shrugged.
“I have no idea, but you have to admit, it is a pretty unique name that would be hard to forget. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.”
Shiro opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of delicate dents of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, the roast of coffee beans, and other heavenly scents. Keith moaned at the smell and Shiro couldn’t blame him. The smell almost made him weak in the knees.

They walked into the shop and looked around. It was a very cozy cafe. Their were multiple colored booths and chairs and even beanbags, coming in black, blue, red, green, and yellow. They was stools along the bar, and there was a glass case full of desserts and pastries that had Shiro’s mouth watering. Shiro was about to press his face right up against the glass when I kind voice greeted them.
“Hey! Welcome to Voltron!”
Keith and Shiro turned toward the voice and saw a bolder of man in its place. He was wearing cargo shorts and a yellow shirt accompanied with a yellow apron. His hair was tied back with a bandana, and had a name rage that read ‘Hunk.’ Keith read it and arched an eyebrow at him, and Hunk just laughed.
“Yeah, before you ask, it’s real. Everybody calls me that.”
Shiro smiled and greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you Hunk. My name’s Shiro and this is Keith. Pidge suggested this place and highly recommended it.”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and gave them a beaming smile. “Oh Pidge! Yeah I know them! Me and Lance have become friends with them because they come so much. Oh! And Lance is the pastry king. I’m the coffee master, so it evens out.”
Shiro nodded and turned his attention to Keith. “Hey Keith, do you-Keith?”
Keith was not listening to either of them, eyes glued to a small white cup on the register, face furiously red. Shiro looked at him with a confused look before picking up the cup that was causing Keith’s dilemma. When Shiro read the cup, he sputtered and started laughing loudly, cheeks slightly flushing.
Hunk cocked his head. “What? What is it?”
Shiro turned the cup to Hunk, who could clearly read the font in neat loopy handwriting: “Just put your tip in here. See how it feels.” Hunk immediately paled and then change to a shade of purple then red. He quickly grabbed the cup and threw it away.
“LANCE THAT IS SO INAPPROPRIATE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
They were able to hear mad cackling in the back of the cafe where the kitchen was. Hunk turned back to them, straightening his apron, flush still on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, that won’t happen again. So, uh, what would you like to order?”

Shiro peered at the menu, tapping a finger against his chin. He looked at Keith who just shrugged, as lost as he was.
Shiro turned back to Hunk. “What do you recommend?”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.
“Oh man, where do I start? Everything Lance makes is amazing. Hmm, let’s go with something exotic. How about miguelitos and tarta de Santiago?”
Keith furrowed his brow. “What the heck are those?”
Hunk chuckled.
“Oh yeah, sorry miguelitos is this pastry that is made up of like a million thin pastry layers and each layer is filled with chocolate or cream. It’s then dusted with powdered sugar. Tarta de Santiago is a really thin, moist almond cake. Powdered sugar is on top of it as well. As you probably guessed, their both Hispanic desserts. Lance likes to show off his heritage.”

Shiro hummed gave him a smile. “Alright! We’ll get both of those, and I’ll get an espresso. Keith?”
Keith looked at the menu again. “Do you have soy milk?”
Hunk nodded and smile.
“Okay, I’ll just have a hot chocolate. With extra whipped cream on top.”
Shiro chuckled.
Keith glared at him. “What?”
“Oh nothing, nothing! Just glad to see my little brother growing up.”
Shiro laughed hard as Keith flushed and punched him in the arm as he paid Hunk.

He put the change into the new tip cup and went to sit down at table in the corner. It wasn’t long before they had sat down when Hunk brought them their food, perfectly balancing them on a small tray.
“Order up! I hope you like it!” Hunk sent them a smile and went back to the counter.
Shiro looked at the coffee and food and inhaled deeply, the smell making his mouth water.
“Let’s not waste anymore time! Let’s dig in!” Keith and Shiro both reached for the miguelitos and popped it in their mouths. Shiro’s eyes fluttered closed as the pastry melted in his mouth, and chocolate covered every taste bud. He almost had to stifle a moan. And Keith wasn’t in any better shape. He was looking at the patty in awe, as if it held the secrets to the universe. He quickly looked up at Shiro.
“Wanna try the tarta thingy?”
“Oh heck yeah.”
Shiro and Keith both picked up a slice, gave a mock cheers, and bit into it with a crisp crunch. However, as soon as the cake met their tongues, it practically melted away. Keith grabbed both pastures and shoved them in his mouth at the same time.
“I am in heaven.”
Shiro opened his mouth to agree, when an excited voice cut him off.

“HUNK!! HUNK, I DID IT!! You’ve got to try this! I’ve combined a churro and a cupcake into one blessed love child!”
Shiro turned toward the voice, laughing with amusement in his eyes. He went to take a drink of his coffee, but that’s when he laid eyes on the excited baker. Shiro chocked on his coffee, spraying across the room and spluttering the hot liquid out of his lungs.
“Holy shit! Are you alright Shiro?”
Shiro ignored Keith’s concern and whipped around to get a better view of the baker. Said baker had warm mocha skin, as rich as the coffee he was drinking. His hair was a warm chocolate, shaggy and barely reaching the top of his eyes. And his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were the deepest blue Shiro had ever seen, reminding him of the ocean and they were so bright with life and energy. And he was covered with flour, which Shiro found absolutely adorable. It was covering the front of his apron and was even smeared across one of his cheeks, and Shiro wanted nothing more than to brush it away with his thumb.
“Uh…Shiro?”
Keith waved a hand in front of Shiro’s face, who just knocked it out the way, leaning out of his seat. Keith followed his gaze and let out a long sigh when he realized what he was staring at. Keith kicked him in the shin, finally getting his attention.
“Seriously Shiro? Can please control your emotions.”
Shiro gave him a small pout, but still turned toward the boy. “Keith, oh Keith. He’s so pretty. No, gorgeous. Did you see his eyes? They’re so blue and beautiful.”
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table.
“Shiro we came here to try the food, not try the baker.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Shiro!!”

Shiro ignored his scandalous tone and continued to stare at the baker who was talking animatedly about his new creation, hands flying everywhere. Keith let out another long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“I am not ready for all this pining. You’re a mess Shiro. Remind me the curse Pidge for suggesting this place.”
“Well remind me to thank Pidge.”
Shiro then stepped out of his chair, walking toward the duo.
“S-Shiro?! Where are you going?”
Shiro tossed him a grin over his shoulder.
“Well, in going to introduce myself and give my compliments to the chef. Don’t want to be rude!”
Keith groaned and lightly banged his head on his table, cursing everything, especially Pidge. Somehow he knew they had set this up. He was going kill that gremlin. As soon he could get Shiro away from that baker who was throwing Shiro fingers guns along with a smirk. Keith groaned again. He had a feeling he would back to this cafe again. A lot.

Levi Ackerman: The Abuse Claim

Alright, so here I am with another long ass meta post. Only this time, this one is directed solely at the legend, Levi Ackerman himself. Yet again, I am seeing the “Levi is Abusive” mumbo jumbo and I have spent my two years in this fandom quiet about my opinions on this for the most part because I do not enjoy drama. However, after this last batch of Discourse™ that I have seen, I have been pushed beyond my ability to bite my tongue. 

This is Part One to a two part meta, and this is me basically trying to shine light on Levi’s actions a bit and why he behaves the way he does. In no way do I try to justify all of the shit he carries out so don’t think this is just a fangirl squeal post. I’m simply trying to better explain his character for the people who seem to think he is some kind of rage beast who beats kids for fun in his spare time. 

I will be putting this under a Read More because it is extremely long and also contains spoilers. I’d also like to state that this would be best read from a computer or the mobile website as it contains a metric fuckton of manga panels used for reference (seriously use any other means outside of the mobile app to read this because the app will butcher this post and cut out a majority of the images). If you are sitting down to read this, please make sure you are comfy, cozy, and drinking a nice warm beverage. Now then, 

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, good for you! That’s your prerogative. However, If you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages because my opinion differs from your own; do us both a favor and just don’t even bother. WARNING: Major spoilers ahead.

First and foremost, this is the scene I see brought up the absolute most so I’d like to go ahead and address it first:

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Crash

@talortut​ asked:  Hi! I love your blog <3 If you’re still taking requests, I would love to see some sick/hurt/exhausted/whatever Lance with the line “You’re gonna crash" from the starters. :)

((Thank you for the prompt SOMEHOW THIS TURNED INTO A 2400K LANGST/ KLANCE FIC BUT LMAO))

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Hey Netflix, an Idea 💡

@netflix

I’m happy for the Sense 8 fans and I think it’s really cool of you to even consider giving it a real finale after cancelling it.

But, if you’re doing it for Sense 8, how about you give The Get Down the two hour finale special it also deserves?

This is another show with a passionate fanbase that worked really hard all this time to show love for The Get Down and to convince you that it had value and that we wanted more of it.

The characters’ fates are all up in the air, they deserve to have their stories concluded. The characters and all us fans deserve some closure.

Plus all you’d really be doing is giving back the two episodes you cut down from their original episode order. I think that’s reasonable when you look at it like that.

How to make a schedule

Note: This kind of schedule is for languages, i don’t think it works on something else.
This is how I make my schedule and it works for me. If you want to change something and adapt it to your style go ahead.

First of all, i change this schedule weekly since it’s based on 2 things: time and how good my skills are. 

Also, you have to write down what resources you use for listening, reading, vocabulary and speaking. In this way you don’t spend time thinking what to do/how to study. 
*try to have 2-3 options per skill

*I don’t have a “writing” section because i take it as “speaking” since i don’t want to talk to someone daily.
50langs=50languages (the app has some great audio material)

Weekly i use a system from 1 to 10 and i grade my skills so i know on what to focus. The higher the grade, the more time i spend on it. It looks like this:

*The idioms and the thinking sections are added only for intermediate/advanced languages. 

After i “grade” my skills i try to see how much time i have to study that week. I’ll make a stample based on the skills i’ve graded earlier.

This schedule is for 12hours a week. (2hours for 6 days) 


There’s no algorithm behind those hours, i add how many hours i think i need for the highest grade and i check how many hours i have left for the rest of the skills.

I think you noticed that even if i have “thinking” there, there’s no activity for it. I don’t decide an amount of time for it so i can think in my target language longer. I know that i have to do so and i’ll try to do it for longer than i would if i had a certain amount of time.

Notes

  • My schedules tend to be for at least 6hours a day because i try to cover every skill. To focus on everything in 2 hours will be difficult, unless you combine everything.
  • There’s no particular order what to study first or last.
  • If you have a hard time making this schedule just send me an ask and i’ll help you with it. Remember to mention how much to focus on every skill and how much time you have daily for studying.
  • There are only 6 days because i take Sunday as a day off. (basically i study what i want and how much i want without a schedule)
  • Even if you have this schedule, you have here how to live your life and study/learn a language at the same time.
  • If i don’t finish 1 or 2 tasks from a day, i just finish them on Sunday.

Good luck with your studies! ^^

Confrontations

Based off of @letkeithinfodump’s lovely Langst post

Do Not Tag As Sh/@nce or Sh/e!th or any other Sh@/adin ships


Lance could feel himself start to shake as Shiro had announced to them who he chose to lead Voltron in case he couldn’t.

It was Keith.

Lance took a breath and balled up his fist. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to blink away the stinging in his eyes as he stared at the floor.

Why should he even be surprised? It’s not as though he couldn’t see Shiro’s obvious bias towards Pidge and Keith. He knew that it wasn’t their fault or that they meant to be favored but it stung and he was getting increasingly frustrated at this.

Lance bit his lip before taking another deep breath and trying to calm himself down before catching Shiro’s shoulder when he told them to disperse.

“Shiro? Can I talk to you about something?” Lance asked

“Uh, yeah sure, about what?”

Another breath. “I wanted to talk to you about choosing Keith as the back-up leader.”

Shiro quirked a brow, Lance could tell he was going to have a hard time with this.

“Well you see Shiro…Keith…Keith isn’t a good choice for leader,” Lance had to fight to keep eye contact with Shiro, “you see he’s…impulsive and a hot-head. He’s a nice guy but he’s put us all in danger on numerous occasions beause he didn’t follow an order and he voted to leave Allura behind and-!” Lance could feel his confidence rise but Shiro raised a hand to silence him.

“Lance, I understand your concern but I’ve made my decision already.”

Shiro turned around and left Lance there with his anger festering and his pride hurt even more than before.

He ignored him.

Again.

Lance bit into his lip so hard it felt like it might draw blood. He felt the familiar sting at the back of his eyes and the heat on his neck. He blinked his vision in and out of focus as he felt his body shake with anger.

Lance was the only one left in the console room, so his voice echoed and bounced back to him with just as much disappointment and anger it had when the words left his lips.

You’re not the you I thought you were.”


The next time Lance brings it up is when he’s hardened his attitude towards Shiro’s behaviour. He knows it’s not exactly his fault but the way he brushes Lance off is unacceptable and this time, Lance is Not Having It.

“Shiro.” Lance walked up to Shiro, he rather have missed all of the break between training than have to keep in his feelings.

Shiro turned around and sighed, “Lance, look, I know-” but this time it was Lance who cut Shiro off.

“No Shiro, you look.” Lance took one big breath before starting, “I understand that you are the leader and that you were thrown into this by yourself, but you see, you are extremely biased towards Pidge and Keith and honestly, I just can’t let that stand anymore man.”

Lance paused to see Shiro blinking in stunned silence, he took this as his cue to continue.

“Shiro, I understand that you know Keith the best and probably know what he’s capable of. But your making him stressed because your expectations of him are too damn high and you have to accept that there are things that not even Keith can do- nothing wrong with that Keith, it’s ok that you can’t- but instead you just say “I believe in you” and you tell him to basically change everything about himself so he can act like a good-…no I mean, so he can act like you. Shiro, you can’t expect that to magically fix anything!

Lance took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before proceeding onto his next topic, “Do you even talk to Hunk ever?”

“Well-” Shiro began

“Outside of giving orders? Do you ever ask, ‘Hey Hunk, how was your day? Did you do anything new?’ Because as far as I know, all you can say to him is ‘Hunk, shoulder canon.’, ‘Hunk, you go with whoever on this mission to retrieve whatever.’, sometimes you can’t even address him directly! It’s just ‘Legs, do this!’ You don’t actually talk to him Shiro.”

“I…”

“Also? Isn’t Allura the technical leader of Voltron? She actually knows Zarkon. She actually knows the aliens that we fight and that we talk to. Why are you acting as though you know this stuff? Even if Allura doesn’t know, most of the time Coran knows so he should also be consulted.”

“Yes, well I-”

“Not only that, but you didn’t consult anyone else when deciding Keith would be the Black Paladin. You didn’t check with Keith on how he felt about that, and even then he told you himself and you ignored it. What’s worse is that you didn’t even consult with your lion, the one Keith would be the pilot of. How do you know if she was okay with this? How do you know if this is what she wants?”

Shiro fell silent, it seems that this was the one that made him crack.

He felt a presence next to him and he fixed his stubborn gaze from Shiro to Keith.

Lance was getting ready to argue with Keith when the red paladin turned from Lance to Shiro and said, “Lance is right, Shiro.”

Lance blinked confusedly as Keith continued on, “You don’t listen to him at all. Remember the Blade of Marmora? You didn’t listen to Lance, and I nearly got myself killed. Granted, I wanted to go but… the point still stands.” Keith crossed his arms as he finished his argument.

Lance felt a warm hand on his shoulder as he looked to see Hunk sending him an appreciative look before agreeing with the fire and ice paladins.

One by one, everyone from the Team Voltron stood behind or near Lance and agreed with him.

“Shiro.”

Shiro looked up from the linoleum tiles, seemingly ready to get criticized once more.

“What do you say?”

Shiro closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath before opening them once more and looking around the small group of people. “…and all of you feel this way?”

There was a small murmur of agreement and short little nods.

Shiro sighed, “You’re right Lance. I wasn’t thinking about anyone else but my own beliefs and bias.”

He turned to the two alteans to his left.

“I’m sorry for not consulting you on matters I know you would have more knowledge on. I…I tried to think that just because I lead Voltron I know everything but…not really.”

Shiro continued on down the line of paladins.

“Lastly, Lance…I’m sorry. You were right and….I was ignoring you. Thank you for pointing this out to me and…I know it was probably hard but…I’m proud of you.”


About two weeks later Shiro went to the Black Lion and asked if she would be willing to pick a backup to pilot her in case something happened to Shiro.

She said yes so, all the paladins (+Allura and Coran) would stand in front of her and allow her large, wisdom filled eyes to scrutinize them.

When Lance stepped in front of her he felt as though every crevice in his mind and soul was being checked and scrutinized. Before long, the Black Lion’s eyes started to glow.

She did it. She found her back-up paladin.

Lance.

Hunk’s and Pidge’s cheers could be heard in the background as they whooped and hollered at Lance.

Lance felt waves of pride crash over him, before feelings of anxiety and guilt replace them.

But what about Blue?

Lance looked to the Alteans, knowing that the other paladins wouldn’t be able to fill out his spot without creating a new spot in Voltron needed to be filled. He played with the idea of Blue Paladin Allura, and while she could certainly fill out the spot with ease, he knows that she’s the pilot of the castleship, and if her was honest, that was a lot harder to replace than the pilots of Voltron.

Before announcing his decision he used his connection to the Blue Lion to ask her about if that was okay or not. She said it was fine so long as it wasn’t permanent and she could have Lance back. Lance smiled, Don’t worry my lady, you’re my one and only. He told her before turning to the alteans.

Coran.”

“Yes, Lance?”

Will you be the back up Blue Paladin?

conflicted || clay jensen

prompt: 13reasonswhy16q7w asked: Your recent imagine was so good I was wondering if you could write one with clay were he slowly starts to fall in love with the reader but has a hard time with it because he feels like it’s wrong because of everything with Hannah but he gives in :)

warnings: swearing

a/n: hannah is alive in this imagine ! also i have about 3 more 13rw requests, im pretty excited i hope i can get them done. as always feedback is appreciated and requests are open


Clay had met you at the Crestmont Movie Theater. You had walked in alone and ordered a small popcorn with a drink. Clay had used Hannah’s trick and only put butter on the top of the popcorn. And soon enough, in the middle of the movie, you had came out and asked for more butter. You and Clay had started talking while Hannah was witnessing it. It turns out you were new to Crestmont, and had only moved there 2 weeks ago.

Once you said your goodbyes and gave Clay your number, Hannah had began to tease Clay. “You totally did the butter thing, which was a good idea. She’s really cute.” Hannah claimed, leaving Clay’s face a tomato red. So the next Monday, you started going to Liberty High and where you ran into none other than Clay Jensen. “Hey.” You greeted him with a bright smile on your face, leading to butterflies forming in Clay’s stomach. “Hey Y/N.” He greeted with an equally bright smile.

“So you come here now?” Clay asked, trying to make the situation less awkward. “Yes I do Jensen, and I was hoping you could give me a tour of the school.” You hinted, giving Clay a playful nudge. Clay let out a laugh before bringing his arm, motioning towards. “Shall we get started madam?” He asked to which you let out a laugh. As Clay gave you a tour of the school, he couldn’t help but notice your features. How you genuinely listened to him and smiled and laugh at his dumb jokes, especially his Star Wars ones. God he was developing feelings for you.

“Fuck.” Clay muttered but you heard him. “Something wrong?” You asked, Clay giving you a smile and reassuring you nothing was wrong. But something was wrong. Clay had always liked Hannah, and they were on good terms. Hannah may have even liked him back, but once you came into the picture he couldn’t help but feel his heart stop when he saw you smile. But Clay pushed away his feelings, brushing them off as a small crush and was nothing serious.

After a course of 2 months, Clay’s feelings for you had grown greatly, to the point where he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “You’re more nervous than usual.” You pointed out, as you and Clay walked home. For once he didn’t have that god damn bike. “What d-do you m-mean? I-I’m cool.” He replied, leaving to laugh. The two of you continued to walk in silence, until you spoke up. “So how are you and Hannah? You guys are a great couple.” Clay stopped walking. “Oh, Hannah and I aren’t a couple.” Clay clarified and you laughed. “Really, I could’ve sworn you guys were.”

“We’re not though. Hannah and I are kinda drifting apart, I realized I liked another girl. Hannah doesn’t know though. It seems wrong.” Clay explained and you nodded your head. “Do I know the girl?” You ask, the two of you still walking. “Pretty well.” Clay answers, laughing softly. Clay started thinking, would Hannah really minded if he and Y/N started dating? The three of them are best friends, and Clay would always tell Hannah everything, so Clay took a chance.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” Clay asked and you turned to face him. “Of cou-” But you were cut off by Clay pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate and long, so when the two of you both pulled away, you were both trying to catch your breath. “What the hell, who would’ve thought Clay Jensen liked me.” You smirked. “Well you’re pretty amazing.” Clay then walked you home and then off he went to his house and texted Hannah some good news.