i have a 10 minute break

The Signs in the Morning

Aries: Alright. Let’s get this day over with so I be back in bed again

Taurus: I AM READY (they slept at 9 pm)

Gemini: Nooonononono *breaks alarm clock* UghhHhhgGHH

Cancer: Mm… Five more minutes *time fucks with them* wHAT ITS 2 PM?

Leo: I’d say I hate waking up butttt I get to look at myself while getting ready so (;

Virgo: I have been awake since 3 am doing HW fuck u ALL

Libra: *Falls asleep putting on a pair of pants*

Scorpio: Accepts mornings with quiet content. Cooks eggs in the morning and drinks coffee they brewed themselves

Sagittarius: I slept for 2 hrs. Talk to me and I will yell

Capricorn: Slept 10 hours but is still dead tired

Aquarius: SLEEP is for the WEAK


just a witchy reminder

⭐️when my room isn’t clean, i feel my energy is trapped and muddled. take a moment to just tidy at least one thing in your room today.

⭐️make sure you’ve washed your face today. feel the air on your skin, and remember your skin requires care too. healthy skin = a healthier you.

⭐️it’s okay to take that nap today. sit your crystals under your pillow and let them charge with you. you need a break to recharge just like your crystals do.

⭐️thinking about going to the gym lately? do it today, even if you just walk on a treadmill for 10 minutes. come home, take a nice shower, and feel proud of yourself.

⭐️don’t feel bad if you haven’t practiced in a while. we all have busy times, low times, and slow times. your time to shine will be here again soon.

i love you guys, if you ever need anything, i’m here to chat!

Hey, everyone! So I know it’s a little bit early to be making a masterpost on new year’s resolutions, but I figured, hey, the best time to make a change is now, right? Anyway, here’s some new year’s resolutions for all of you lovely people. Good luck with your resolutions!


1. Read at least 50 books. 

2. Make a new masterpost once a week. 

3. Journal at least once a week. 

4. Spend 10 minutes every day tidying up. 

5. Make the bed every morning. 

6. Learn a new language. 

7. Eat only healthy food. (and vegan bc I’m vegan)

8. Only spend 15 minutes a day on tumblr and 1 hour every weekend. 

9. Write a book. 

10. Get better at graphic design. 

11. Take better studyspo pictures. 

12. Break a bad habit. 

13. Revise for at least half an hour every day. 

14. Stay away from Netflix if you have work to do. 

15. Write down friends’ birthdays and plan something for each one. 

16. Clean the house once a week. 

17. Save water. 

18. Try to be more eco-friendly. 

19. Stick to a budget. 

20. Practice self-care once a week. 

21. Stay organized (keep a planner, bullet journal, etc.)

22. Try to go out once a week. 

23. Avoid procrastination. 

24. Practice discipline and restraint. 

25. Do one nice thing every day (pay a compliment, do something for someone else, etc.)

26. Choose a charity to donate to once a month. 

27. Go running three morning a week. 

28. Stick to an morning routine. 

29. Stick to an after-school routine. 

30. Stick to a night routine. 

31. Wake up earlier. 

32. Try to limit cramming. 

33. Try to limit all-nighters. 

34. Make breakfast and lunch the night before. 

35. Stay active on tumblr. 

36. Try to eat out less. 

37. Cook with family. 

38. Make a savings account and deposit money in it once a month. 

39. Get better at art/be more artistic. 

40. Maintain a 4.0 G.P.A.

41. Start a studygram and post at least once a week. 

42. Start a youtube channel. 

43. Get a pen pal. 

44. Get a pet (I WANT A KITTEN OMG). 

45. Try to see the positive side of every situation. 

46. Stay in contact with mutuals. 

47. Host a giveaway. 

48. Gain more followers. 

49. Read inspiring news stories. 

50. Clean out my email inbox. 

51. Get rid of spam emails and unwanted social media outlets. 

52. Use coupons/deals more often. 

53. Get over physical insecurities/learn to love yourself. 

54. Get a better wardrobe. 

That’s all I can think of for now, but if anyone thinks of any more, feel free to reblog this post with suggestions! hugs, mel

Signs that I, too, am on break and do not want to think about the show:

  • I have put my headphones in. 
    • I’d be lying if I said I didn’t occasionally just pop in some headphones for appearance’s sake.
  • I have left the space.
  • Not only have I left the space, but I have, in fact, walked out of the building. 
  • My notebook and anything else I could use to take notes is still sitting at my space in the rehearsal hall. 
  • I am slowly sipping on my coffee and looking at you disdainfully as you approach me with a question.

Breaks are important. 
And everyone deserves to take them. 
The show will not disintegrate if you stop thinking about it for 10 minutes. 


I work in retail and the way some customers talk to me and order me around is something else. I actually cried 10 minutes into my shift a couple days ago because of a rude customer, and mind you it’s very rare for me to break down over something like that. People need to realise we’re sales assistants, not their personal slaves. We’re humans too, with emotions. We shouldn’t have to deal with shit like this.

Best Friends Huh? Pt. 5

Jimin X Reader 

Angst | Fluff | Smut 

NSFW 18+

Part 1 2 3 5

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

10 minutes passed when I realized my lips were still on Jimin’s. I parted my lips from his, never losing sight of Jimin’s eyes. My heart started beating faster and my cheeks felt and looked like I had been in the sun for 10 hours straight. “Y/N, I-I’m sorry. I should have asked.” Jimin said breaking my contact with his eyes. I lowered my head, shaking it in a slow pace to signal a “no” gesture. I bit my lip at the thought of his lips having touched mine and how I wished he’d kiss me again. “It’s fine Jimin, I just didn’t expect it!” I responded between giggles. Jimin lifted my face by my chin and looked me in the eyes. My skin immediately burning up at his touch and my heart now dropping to my stomach. “Well, would it be okay if I kissed you again?” Jimin asked with a wide grin on his face. I felt as if I was dreaming till Jimin’s lips broke my trance once again. My body immediately gave way and melted into his embrace. His kiss shot shivers down my spine, filling me with a warmth i’ve never felt before.

I found my hands roaming parts of him I’ve always wished to touch. He wrapped me tighter in his grasp when the kiss grew in intensity. Next thing I knew Jimin picked me up in his arms bridal style carrying me to my room, closing the door behind him. Jimin laying me on the bed. As he stood watching me in my dark room, I could see my saliva glistening on his now swollen lips. I wanted nothing more then to kiss him and touch him again. I sat up on the bed, both my elbows digging into my weakend mattress holding me up to get a better view of my best friend, Jimin now hovering over my figure. “If you’re going to kiss me again, do it.” I bravely demanded. He took me by my chin again pulling me into his face. “Jimin, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” I could hear a gulp echo through his throat and he let out a small sigh. I could see a warm smile grow across his face. Regardless how dark it was in my room, he still shined bright enough to break the darkness surrounding us. Jimin hesitated no longer pulling me in to his swollen lips.

We fumbled in my small bed trying to find comfort. Not once did it feel as if my lips left his. I felt myself starting to sweat from the warmth radiating off of both of us. Jimin picked me up by my waist placing me on his lap where I could now feel his erection growing. I tugged on his bottom lip letting him know I approved. His warm hands now tracing my back till they landed on the hem of my shirt, he pulled my shirt off over my arms and head till I was show casing my black laced bra. He laid kisses down my neck and collar bone. I let out slight moans everytime his lips landed on my body. All I craved was Jimin’s touch, and only his touch. Jimin once again traced his hands to the spot on my back where my bra laid. Within seconds my bra was laying in between me and Jimin. Jimin’s face turning a slight red at the site of my plump breasts. I lifted Jimin’s chin so that his eyes were now looking into mine. I gave him a warm smile and a peck on the nose. “Y/N…” Jimin said in a low tone that even I could barely hear. “Yes?” I asked. “I love you.” He responded.

I could feel my face burning up and my stomach filled with butterflies. “Jimin, I-I love you t-too.” I replied back with tears running down my face. Jimin quickly wiping the tears off my cheeks. “Y/N, I will treat you better then you’ve ever been treated. I promise. I will always love you and always have.” Jimin pressed his forehead into mine. I kissed his forehead and continued holding him tight. I loved the way Jimin’s hands felt on my body. There was noone I would rather be with then him.  This was right. This is the person I needed and wanted, and little did I know I had him all along. I put all my weight down onto Jimin’s body, adjusting myself to his figure. I felt myself grinding against his hard on and feeling the heat build up once again. After a few minutes I couldn’t hold the want for him in anymore. I pushed Jimin down onto the bed and slid off his lap. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

Jimin bit his lip at the site in front of him. I slowly slid his black jeans off and kissed his erection over his black Calvin Klein briefs. Jimin getting goosebumps at the sudden kisses. I pulled his erection out through the hole in his briefs pumping him up and down. Him letting out moans everytime my tongue licked his tip teasing him. After a few licks I decided to shove his cock into my mouth slowly. Hearing his moan was the hottest thing I’v heard and I immedately started bopping my head up and down onto him. Jimin’s hands now sprawled next to him on the bed pulling on my silk sheets. I wanted nothing more then to have his swollen cock inside me. I put my hands on Jimin’s knees to help myself back up. Jimin jumping up to pull me onto the bed smirking. “Y/N, you’re a bad girl. You need to be punished.” His saultry tone causing the wetness in my core to grow. Jimin ripped my tights off revelaing my pantiless nature. “You didn’t wear panties I see?” He asked with a evil smile now placed on his face. Jimin running his middle finger up and down my slit causing me to flinch at the sudden touch and immedately grabbing my sheets. “You feel so wet baby. I can’t wait to have my cock inside of you.” His words caused my core to ache in anticipation. 

Jimin slid his middle and index finger into my core going in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb till I was completely drenched in my own juices. I couldn’t help but scream. Jimin giggled and kissed my lips to quiet me down so we didn’t wake my neighbors. “Please, slide your cock into me baby!” I pleaded. Jimin looked me in my eyes and slowly released his grip from my core. He took his cock and rubbed it against my entrance. “You want this inside of you baby?” I wiggled my hips in reponse. “Please?” I begged with a pouty face. Jimin pulled me in closer spreading my legs to open my entrance wider for his thick cock to enter. He slowly slid his cock into me and with evey inch entering I let out a slight moan, gripping the sheets tighter. He was going in and out of my hole slowly but passionately. He laid his swollen lips on mine letting me know he truly wanted me, not just my pussy, not just my body, but all of me. My heart and soul. I felt nothing but love from him and in this very moment I felt appreciated. His hand graced my body with nothing more then passion and want. His eyes never losing sight of mine. I felt myself coming close to my orgasm. “Jimin, I’m gonna cum.” I squeeled. Jimin smiled at me and said 3 words that shot my body into shivers. “Cum for me.” His body movements and tone nearly causing my body to collapse. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to my orgasm and I could feel Jimin getting close by his weakened body movements. 

Within seconds me and Jimin reached our climax. “That was amazing, Y/N.” Jimin muttered between breaths. I felt a smile grow across my face. “Jimin, I love you.” I felt his body fall off mine and onto the bed and grab my body close to his till we were facing one another. His lips landing on mine. “I love you too.” He whispered before dozing off to sleep. I fell alseep that night with a smile on my face, trust , and belief in a better love with a man. My best friend is everything to me. I will always love him. 

Hey readers! I’m not sure if I want to end this series here. But I thought I’d give it a ending that could possibly count for a series finale if I changed my mind. Do you want a part 6? Pls let me know. If you have any request don’t hesitate to msg me or contact me in my ask. Thank you ! I love and appreciate your feedback and love for my stories! It means so much to me. 

A Trans Man's Home Workout

Here is my home workout routine. I know a lot of trans guys want to work out but can’t go to a gym for various reasons and often feel discouraged so I thought I’d share what I do. If you don’t have dumbbells you can fill old milk jugs with water, sand, or gravel. 

Circuit 1: Dynamic Stretches - Always warm up

Neck Rotation - 10 reps 
Shoulder Circles - 10 reps forward, 10 reps backwards 
Arm Swings - 10 reps forward, 10 reps backwards 
Side Bends - 10 reps each side 
Hips Circles - 10 reps 
Leg Swings  - 10 reps each leg 
Double Leg Bounce - 10 reps 

Circuit 2: HITT - Do all exercises back to back with no rest

Jumping Jacks: 30 
Push Ups: 5 
High Knees: 25 
Burpees: 10 
Crunches: 10 
Squats: 10 
Push ups: 5 
Squats: 10 
Jumping Jacks: 30 
Wall Sit: 1 minute (break into shorter increments if necessary) 
High Knees: 25 

Circuit 3: Weight Training - Complete 4 sets of 12 reps of each 

Dumbbell Lunges
Push up 
Dumbbell Rows 
Squat Jumps 
Dumbbell Press 
Dumbbell Fly 
Seated Dumbbell Shoulder Press 
Dumbbell Row 
Lateral Raises 

Circuit 4: Static Stretches - hold each for 30 seconds (always cool down)

Hamstring Stretch 
Glutes Stretch 
Quadriceps Stretch 
Groin Stretch 
Low Back Stretch 
Abdominal Stretch 
Posterior Shoulder Stretch 
Chest and Front Shoulder Stretch 
Triceps Stretch 
Wrist Stretch 
Calf Stretch 

anonymous asked:

We had a girl quit today. She went on her 10 minute break, and called the store and told our GM "I'm not coming back in. Ever. Sorry"..... Like how fucking savage do you have to be.....

how to balance your hobbies and studying

so ya’ll probably know that i’m a bookaholic and fangirl. So dedicating my time to things I love doing and studying has been quite a challenge for me. But for this past year i’ve managed to develop a few ways for me to balance my time and thought it’d be nice to share them with you guys! (even though I still procrastinate let’s be real).  

1. Pomodoro technique 

I’m sure most of you have heard about this. But basically, all you need to do is set a timer for 25-30 minutes and completely focus on a task during that time. Try avoiding distractions such as checking your notifications and such. Once the timer sets off take a 5-10 minute break and continue again. Usually, I'll do this continuously for at least two times. After that, I just spend my time doing the things I love for maybe half an hour or so then get back to work if I have an important quiz or assignment. 

2. If you don’t feel like doing it,don’t do it

We all know school can be tough and exhausting sometimes. And there will always be days when you just want to go home and relax. Most of the time, you feel so exhausted that you don’t have the heart to do anything. At all. So if you don’t feel like reading the book you’re currently reading or playing undertale don’t do it. There is no need to force yourself and i’m saying this because I have done this a lot before and I just found myself getting frustrated easily for some reason. As for studying try to cool down a bit and slightly putt off your schedule. Or if you’re not feeling it get lots of rest and wake up early the next day to start working (especially if you have a test the next day)

3.Use a planner or a bullet journal 

Many people consider this as the ultimate time management tool ever. It’s just something to manage your time easier with. But if you decide to use a bullet journal it may take a lot of time compared to a planner but hey, your choice. 

soo yeah that’s all I could give you. Sorry if it was too short I just thought that if it was super long you guys would get bored easily. Hope this was helpful!
camila cabello & selena gomez {dirty imagine} {requested}

“if your not on the bus in two minutes iam leaving with or without you!!” ms.robins shouts from out the school bus window to the kids still lingering outside. “someones stressed.” camila mutters trying to get comfortable on the lumpy seat. “why did you have to pick this seat?” she asks smacking her palm to the leather. i look back at the tower of suitcases and purses. “so i can do this without people seeing.” i whisper cupping her pussy through her gray sweats. “oh okay i see.” she laughs grabbing my hand. after 10 minutes of ms.robins checking to see if everyone is here the bus starts with a loud roar and we begin our four hour trip to washington D.C. 

within a hour we have already stopped three times for ridiculous excuses. at this rate we will make it to D.C by midnight. “everyone who needs a restroom break get off now cause we wont be stopping anymore. its 8:30 lets be back on the bus in 10 minutes.” ms.robins instructs leading the way out. “yeah right.” i laugh watching everyone push and shove their way out. with the driver a.k.a coach fitzgerald outside smoking and a guy with huge headphones blaring his rock music at the front of the bus, i take this perfect moment to play with camlia. she is paying little attention starring at the glowing screen when i untie her sweats. “what are you doing?” she asks looking down to my hands. i ignore her kissing her neck, sucking gently on her soft skin. her head falls back onto the seat. i slip my hand inside tracing my fingertips on her lips. camilas legs spread wide rocking onto my fingers. i smile pushing three full fingers inside while my thumb plays with her clit. she moans loudly arching her back. i laugh kissing down to her chest sucking on her skin harder. “selena.” she moans softly running her fingers through my hair. i pump my fingers quickly making her scream out hitting her hand on the seat in front of us. i glance to the guy in front making sure he didnt see us or hear her. i can hear ms.robins voice coming to the bus, looking over my shoulder sure enough her and the class are stopped right outside the store waiting on the last of the kids. “okay baby you have to cum before they get on.”i smile going back to her neck whispering dirty things into her ear. “damn it selena.” she whispers rocking her hips faster. i pump harder and faster feeling her pussy juices leaking onto my fingers. “you slut making yourself cum in public, you like it rough dont you baby.” i tease moving my fingers wildly inside her. “shit shit shit…” she whimpers covering her mouth as our peers start piling in. she leans forward putting her head on the seat in front of us riding out her high. she shakes trying to close her legs shut but my hand is still in place. “stop.” she whispers trying her hardest not to scream out. “selena stop.”  she begs as two girls sit in front of us. ms.robin grabs her clipboard checking off names as she glances to where each of us sit. “camila?” ms.robins questions. “h-here!” camila shouts lifting her head abit before going right back down. checking off her name, the bus engine starts at the same moment camila moans out. she leans back arching her back against the lumpy seat. the darkness of night covers us perfectly so no one sees my hand in her sweats. i lean forward biting on her earlobe whispering,” you love this dont you? someone could just turn around and see you camila. what a dirty slut. want me to make you cum again huh slut?” she says nothing wanting more of my fingers. “huh?” i whisper adding a fourth finger. her mouth opens but nothing comes out. “ohhhh you love that.” i smile moving slow then speeding up inside her. she grips my thigh squeezing tightly leaning against me. her legs shake as her high takes over her body. “my pussy remember that.” i wink pulling my fingers into my mouth. in seconds she attacks me smashing our lips together. “cam-” i get cut off while her tongue explores my mouth. “your gonna get it tonight.” she smiles kissing me once more before sitting up before anyone notices. 

around 9 ms.robin gets her famous clipboard out again standing up. “okay kids!! listen up!!” she shouts. everyone is still talking and laughing over her not paying any attention. “everybody!!” she tries to scream again. coach fitzgerald holds down the bus horn making everyone cover their ears. “listen up! dont make me turn this bus around.” his loud voice echos through the bus. “i picked your roommates for you so no complaining .” ms.robins says pushing her glasses up the rim of her nose. she calls out a few names before getting to camila. of course iam with her along with two other girls who ive never seen. “fantastic.” i pout leaning back. “dont worry youll still get to taste this pussy.” she teases moving my hand to her core. “you really want to start this again?” i lift an eyebrow to her. she smiles biting her lip. 

at the hotel we drag our suitcases towards the elevator making our way to the seventh floor. me and camila get there first before the other two girls. closing the door with a click camila jumps up on the desk next to the tv. i walk past her giving her no attention knowing that will piss her off. “selena!” she wines. “yes?” i smirk digging through my suitcase. a click comes from the door and the other two girls walk in. camila rolls her eyes looking away. “hey.” i smile as nicely as possible. “hi.” one of them says walking to one of the beds. “we’ll take this bed.” i say pointing to the bed closest to me. they nod pulling out swimsuits. “everyones going into the pool.” the redhead informs us. “cool but i think ill just stay in tonight.” i say grabbing my sleep clothes laying them on the bed because lets me honest once these girls leave me and camila wont be wearing anything. it takes them 15 minutes to get ready when they finally leave. camila locks the second lock at the top so no one can roam in. i slip off my skirt and undies laying them with the other clothes. my shirt and bra are next thrown on the bed. “camila.” i tease grabbing my breasts. “god damn.” she whispers ripping off her clothes. “lay down.” she demands. putting a pillow under my head she positions herself over me with her pussy directly on my mouth. i blow air into her open pussy before holding onto her thighs devouring her sweet pussy. “uhh ohhhh yes.” she moans pushing down onto my tongue. “shit that feels nice.” she laughs looking down to me. i hum in response making her jump a little. “dont do that.” she jokes feeling herself. “do you feel how wet i am for you selena? this is what you do to me baby.” she moans rolling her hips. i only get a few more seconds of her pussy before she moves off.

 “camila.” i wine. “follow me.” she smiles heading for the bathroom. i hear the water start to run as i follow the sound. “the tub is perfect.” she whispers taking off the shower head with the many water settings. when the tub is half way full she sits in it. “come here baby.” she smiles patting the water. iam not even in the water yet when i feel my juices running down my leg. i lean over the tub kissing camila pushing two fingers into myself. she smiles into our kiss grabbing my breasts. “tastes me.” i beg pulling my fingers to her mouth. she nods gladly opening her mouth licking and sucking on my fingers. i step into the bath sitting in between camilas open legs. i purposely push against her with my ass. “naughty girl.” she laughs gripping my waist leaning me back against her. 

“now this is for what you did to me on the bus.” she whispers grinding her pussy on me then turning on the shower head directly on my open pussy. “camila!” i shout. the pressure is strong enough under the water to feel the rhythm on my clit. “baby fuck!” i moan wanting more. the water slowly starts to lower in the tub as the pressure gets more intense against me. “selena you look so fucking sexy, but you cant cum just yet baby.” camila whispers squeezing my breasts. her hand slips down to my pussy lips massages them blocking the water a bit. “camila.” i whimper. “no no no.” she replies kissing my neck then opening my second lips for the water to shoot into me. i scream out grabbing onto her with my orgasm rising. “not yet.” she warns with the shower head closer to my pussy. “camila please.” i beg holding onto her thigh. “touch me.” she whimpers. the water is fully gone now so when i push my three fingers into her i know the wetness is all her and not the bath water. “yes god this is so hot!” she moans out. being is this position is killing me simply because i cant see her. her legs squeeze around me giving me a hint of her high approaching. “now baby cum now!!” she screams letting go. i scream out with her rocking uncontrollably onto the water which soon turns into her fingers. ” that was incredible.” i say breathless leaning back onto her again. “i love you selena.” she whispers playing with my hair. “i love you too cam.” i reply looking back to her kissing my beauty. 

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let me know what you think!! i really like this one tbh haha hope you all do too ! thanks for reading !!  😊 ♡ xx

Slipped and Fell for You

Day 1 of the Carry On countdown via prompts from @carryon-countdown 

Day 1: Coffee Shop AU


The overhead lights buzz with the old 80s music playing in the overhead speakers as I stand at the counter, bored out of my mind. It’s only been a few minutes since the last costumer, but it feels like it has been ages since I’ve seen anyone. My coworker, Agatha, is in the back “stocking.” I know she’s actually cramming for her upcoming geography exam after the break, so I don’t bother her for attention.

About 10 minutes pass before I’m ready to groan up at the ceiling in boredom for the third time today when a costumer walks in. The little bell on the door has my head snapping up and pulling me into character of the happy-go-lucky barista I am meant to portray.

The guy who walks in is unfamiliar, which is surprising this far into the semester. By now, most of the other Uni kids have come through the on-campus Starbucks in serious need of a caffeine boost or a calming tea. He has long black hair that looks extremely soft (seriously, what conditioner does this guy use?) and a sneer that could ward off anyone that dare try to talk to him.

“Hello,” I say cheerily, my voice cracking when he looks at me, sharp grey eyes boring into mine. “What can I get for you?” Mr. Death-glare glances up at the menu bored, then back to me. He looks tired, or maybe he always has bags under his eyes. Some people just look like that. “Coffee, black. Shot of espresso,” he mumbles. His voice is gravelly and low, and a weird feeling blooms in my chest. As scary as he looks, this guy is kind of…hot? I don’t know. Beauty concepts created by our society is weird, so who can really judge what is “hot,” right? Steaming milk is hot, for sure. He’s giving me a funny look and I realize I’m blushing.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

I don’t remember telling him the price or him handing me money, I only remember his fingers slightly brushing against mine as we exchanged currency for goods. He nods and begins to shuffle over to wear the coffee is usually delivered. “Wait,” I say, outreaching a hand in more of a gesture than an actual attempt to grab him, but he seems to flinch anyway. “I need your name – for the coffee, I mean.”

“Oh,” he says, and his sneer softens to more of a tired scowl.  “Basilton,” he says and turns away to go sit and wait for his coffee. Basilton – what a name. I have no idea how to spell it, and I doubt he would be okay with being bothered again, so I just shorten it. No one else comes in while I make his coffee or when I put it out on the counter, but I say his name anyway, wanting to know how it would sound coming out of my mouth. “Basilton,” I say. His head snaps up and he tucks his phone into his jacket pocket.

As he reaches for his coffee, I pull it away, a lame attempt to – well I’m not sure what I’m attempting to do, but I’m doing something. His sneer is back and his eyes seem to go from daggers to swords as he looks up at me. “What,” he spits. “Erm. I- I didn’t know how to spell your name, so I had to shorten it,” I stumble over my words. What was I doing? More importantly, why was I doing it?

His face doesn’t soften like it did before. His brows knit together in angry confusion at me, and I swallow in attempt to get rid of the lump forming in my throat. His eyes flick to the movement of my Adam’s Apple, or is that my mind playing tricks on me? I don’t know and I don’t care. I feel like a nervous wreck and my palms are sweating from the heat of the coffee – at least, that’s what I tell myself.

I scoot the coffee toward him and he glances at it, almost seeming surprised by its presence – like he had forgotten about it.

“E-Enjoy,” I say.

He grunts and swoops the coffee aggressively off the counter, turns, and heads out the door. My heart is racing and I catch myself lingering my gaze on him until he turns a corner and disappears. Agatha comes out from the back, stretching her arms toward the ceiling and looking like death but beautiful as always. Her eyes widen when meeting mine, “Whoa, Simon, are you feeling okay? You’re completely red and look like you’re about to pass out.” She reaches out to touch my forehead but I swat her away. “’M fine,” I say. “Just hot up here, is all.” I make my way to the back and sit down. For some reason, this guy was in my head and wasn’t leaving. I can’t figure out if I like it or hate it.


I feel kind of bad for treating Simon so horrid, but today is not the day to fuck around with Tyrannous Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

Firstly, I had to pull an all-nighter with Niall, the git not being able to understand the simple basics of Psychology.

Secondly, my father thought it would be a grand idea for me to stay at school over the break rather than come home so that I could “focus on my studies,” and he had no problem paying for me to stay. I know the real reason is because he cannot handle having an openly queer son at his event, but it’s not like I mind all too much. I just wish I had the option to stay with my aunt in London instead, but he thought that worse than me attending his event, thinking she may be a bad influence on me. Right, because the only thing worse than a gay son is a gay son with a rebellious attitude toward the government.

And now I think I’ve just offended my crush of over a year by being moody in the worse possible way. Seeing him close and personal with his blue eyes staring at me so kindly made me feel like shit. How dare he be even cuter up close, bronze curls elegantly disheveled and eyes darkened from the shadows. What’s worse is that I’m sure he is straight. I have no chance with him, but it’s nice to fantasize about the boy who sits 4 rows in front of me in Literature Lecture. Well, more like torturous. Not nice. Crowley, I am a fool.

As I round another corner, I remember Snow telling me he had put a nickname on my cup. I force myself to not trip over my own two feet as I look at the horrible hand writing that reads “BAZ” in black sharpie. My heart quickens and I can feel myself blushing. Hearing him say my name aloud felt impersonal, surprisingly, but the nickname scrawled in horrible chicken-scratch feels much, much more personal – almost friendly. Did he want to be friends, or am I reading into it? Then there was the teasing with my coffee earlier. Was that flirting or him being spastic? Honestly, I have seen him around campus enough to notice the random spurts of energy he gets, dragging a very reluctant purple-haired girl with him.

I shake the thought from my head, reminding myself that it was his job to be friendly – hell, he didn’t even know who I was, although I can’t say I blame him. I have always kept to myself in the back of the room, never wanting to alert any sort of attention.

Suddenly, I am no longer walking. Instead, I’m on the ground, boiling-hot coffee spilled all over me and seeping into the cracks of the concrete, edging toward dry leaves scattered about the ground. My arse hurts like hell and I don’t know what happened. I try to stand and realize the ground is more slippery than usual. “Fuck,” I huff. I maneuver myself onto a safer part of the pavement, avoiding the ice and my coffee as best as possible. ‘This makes 4,’ I say to myself, adding onto my list of why my day is absolute shit and why I have every right to be mean. I look back down from where I came, defeated, and start to head back toward the Starbucks.

Maybe Simon will pity me enough to give me a free coffee. Or at least a discount.


The bell rings and I come up front, ready to put on the smiling face everyone expects me to have. It’s harder this time, now that I know who Baz is. Agatha explained to me that he was in our Lit class and came from an extremely high-up government family, but wasn’t going home during the break because his father was embarrassed of him. I can’t imagine why, since he has the highest scoring in our school and literally speaks 5 different languages fluently.

I start to remember seeing him in class, seeing him before everyone else was seated in the room with his nose crammed into a notebook, or in the front arguing with the professor in a hushed tone over the reading material. I don’t know why I had never noticed him before? Maybe he didn’t want to be noticed. Whatever the reason is, I can’t help but to think about how he and I will be one of the few people stuck on campus during break. But I need to stop thinking about him because there’s a costumer and-



This was a bad idea. A horrible, terrible idea. I thought that coming back to the coffee shop would give me the chance to clean up and regain some form of dignity. I had kept my head held high the entire way here and practiced my lines for when I came in. Simon was to say, “Hello.” I was to ask for the toilet, calm and cool, and he was to point in its general direction. Then I would clean up, say my thanks, and leave. I hadn’t even thought to buy another coffee to replace the old one, adrenaline having woken me up.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, Simon is looking at me like I had just walked out of the apocalypse with a massive wound I’m casually ignoring and called me Baz. I felt my breath hitch at the sound of him using the nickname. “What happened? Are you okay?” If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he was genuinely concerned that I had gotten mugged or something – my coat is covered in a giant coffee stain and my hair is windblown everywhere, so it’s understandable. I tried to say something witty, but his eyes were so full of concern it makes me feel sick.

“Toilet,” is all I manage. He nods hurriedly and jumps – actually jumps – over the counter and starts to show me toward the restroom. As soon as we were in, I thought he would leave. But he proves me wrong and stays with me as I take off my jacket and wrinkle my nose at it. I always knew white wasn’t my color, and this is a sign confirming my thoughts.

I sigh and look up at Simon. His eyes are wide and his cheeks go from pinkish to almost red as I meet his gaze. “Do you mind,” I mutter. He blinks at me and sputters, “Oh. Right, of course. Yeah. Sorry, mate. I’ll just. Yeah. I’llbeouthereifyouneedanything.” His hip hits the sink on his clumsy way out and I hear him mutter a curse under his breathe. “Watch your mouth, we’re at work,” I hear a girl call from outside. The door closes and it’s quiet once more.

I splash water on my face and hold on to the sink, staring into the drain as if my problems could be washed down the drain with the water. But they can’t, obviously. I check my pants to make sure they’re not ruined – they’re not, thank Merlin. I plan to check for bruising back in my room – not here, knowing that Simon is outside my door and could come in any time he wished. I leave the restroom, surprised to find him not there, but instead at the register, humming to the overhead music and doing tricks with the cup as he moves about. As if nothing had happened a few minutes ago.

I attempt to sneak past him, hoping he was preoccupied enough to have forgotten about me. “Hey, Baz!”

Apparently not.

I try to put on my sneer, not wanting to talk about how embarrassing I am to the universe. But the effort to do so diminishes immediately when his eyes meet mine. I feel my face fall as I approach the counter, feeling suddenly drained and tired and in great need of a nap. I look up at him and say nothing, knowing whatever may come out of my mouth may come off as offensive.

“You okay, mate? You really had me worried. I’m assuming your coffee spilled all over you somehow. I’ll make you a new one, don’t worry about it. Black coffee with a shot of espresso, right?” I feel my head spin as he takes off from the counter and goes for the cups to his left. “No,” I try to say, but it come out cracked and weak.

“Did I get it wrong?” he asks, stopping in his tracks and bringing his full attention to me.

“No,” I say again, firmer. “You are correct, I just do not want a coffee anymore.” He blinks at me. Once. Twice. He puts the coffee cup back onto its pile. “Oh. Well, could I at least treat you to a pastry?”

I shake my head.

“Not even a sour cherry scone?”

I look at him suspiciously from where I stand. “Sounds like that’s made up, Snow.” He cracks a smile and laughs a little. His laugh is so amazing; I don’t think I could ever get tired of it. I want to hear it again, but I can’t just tell him that. I realize I called him Snow, his last name. Crisse, I think I fucked up. I never gave away that I know him, right? Crowley, he’s going to think I’m some stalker.

But he’s still laughing and that’s good, right? My mouth tugs a little upwards, but I fight the smile. I don’t want to come off creepy – unless I already have and Simon is only laughing because he’s weirded out by me and fears what I may do to him. He stops and looks at me, eyes flicking down to my mouth and then back up at me.

What does that mean?


He smiles, just a little. It’s so small and brief that I barely catch it. I feel myself uncontrollably smiling wide at him. “Well then, it seems like I owe you a coffee. Perhaps we can get one tomorrow? Or whenever you’re available.” Smooth, Simon. Real smooth.

Baz looks at me, tilting his head in thought, his once windblown hair back to its perfect, soft style. “Will you be here during break?” he asks. I shrug, “Living on campus, but not working since we’re closed. What about you?” I don’t want him to know that I know he’ll be on campus – that would come off as weird.

“Yeah, I’ll be around. Erm… see you then?” he asks, awkwardly waving at me.

“Wait!” I say quickly before picking up a paper cup. I flip it and the marker out of habit and write my number on it. “So we can contact one another,” I say. My heart feels like it’s going to leap out of my chest as he takes the cup out of my hand and examines it. Without a word, he reaches over the counter and grabs a cup and plucks the Sharpie from my hand.

From here, I can tell his handwriting is as beautiful as him. He hands me the cup with elegant numbers scrawled across it and I wrap it in my hands, holding it tightly to my chest.

“I’ll text you,” he says as he reaches for the bar of the door handle blindly, missing the bar twice before finally finding it and stumbling with it as it opened. A giddy laugh escapes me as I look back down at the cup.


Did I just get a date with Simon fucking Snow?

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips/methods on keeping your living space clean? I've moved out from a dorm to an apartment this year and I'm having trouble keeping it clean. Anything will help at this point lol

Yes I do!!! Tbh making time for properly cleaning my apartment is one of the hardest things to do. I like to break the cleaning into chunks that’s something like this: 

Once a day: 

  • do the dishes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! instead of waiting to do them at the end of the day, just wash your dishes after you’re done with them but i get that sometimes you’re in a rush after breakfast. just get them done before you go to bed. 
  • wipe counter top/stove top
  • spend like 10 minutes at the end of the day to put away random clutter you’ve accumulated throughout the day 

Every other day: 

  • Sweep the floors. Usually this is just in the kitchen/dining area 

Every few days: 

  • wipe down the toilet seat/sink (our sinks are white and they stain very easily so we have to clean them often - this more just to keep it looking clean than it is to disinfect) 
  • clean the kitchen sink (usually with an old sponge that i dont!! use for dishes) 
  • wipe down any counter space in/near bathrooms 
  • take out the trash in the kitchen 

Every week: 

  • Clean the shower/tub 
  • Mop floors 
  • Clean the toilet bowl 
  • Vacuum my room 
  • Dust the furniture (dryer sheets are A+ at picking up dust btw. skip the paper towel and just use that)

Whenever we need to: 

  • clean windows
  • take out trash from the bathrooms 
  • clean out the fridge/freezer (usually once a month) 
  • vacuum the stairs (it’s ugly carpet. rip) 
  • wipe outside of cabinets

Usually, the tasks are split between me + my two roommates so usually we divide them using a chore wheel. Most the stuff (like cleaning the kitchen/sweeping) is usually because we each cook 2-3 times a day so the kitchen doesn’t look so hot at the end of the day. If you live by yourself, you can probably get away with cleaning every other/every few days! 

Double Your Word Count: A Sprint Game

I cannot take credit for this idea–I read it somewhere on the NaNo forums last year, and since they’re wiped yearly the post I saw is long gone. Someone awesome who isn’t me came up with this, but I love it and want to share it.

Here’s what you do:

Set a timer for 5 minutes and sprint. Record your word count–I played this morning and got 188 words.

Okay, double that to set your goal for the next sprint, 10 minutes. I needed 376 words; I actually wrote 481. Go me!

Double that (my new goal is 962) and do a 20-minute sprint. Oops! I failed the first time, and only wrote 870 words.

If you fail at the goal, you have to try again instead of doubling. My second try: a measly 737. I was getting tired.

I took a break and did some tumblring, then tried a third time.

After a while, I realized I hadn’t actually started my timer, when I thought “Shouldn’t it have gone off by now?” and saw it sitting at 0:00.

But I’d written 1,443 more words, bringing my total for the day to almost 4K. Success, even if I wasn’t actually playing the game anymore.

(If I had reached that goal, the next step would be to double it and do a 40-minute sprint–I’ve tried that twice before and never managed to make it. Fatigue sets in for me, and my most effective writing-time length seems to be 15-20 minutes max, if I’m going for speed. Give it a try, certainly, to see if it works for you!)

10 minute distraction - coping technique

my therapist taught me a new technique that i can use whenever i feel like raging towards others or myself.
she said that when her father passed away, she really didn’t want to break down at his funeral, so her husband (who is also a psychotherapist) told her to just think of snoopy and charlie brown having lollipops together, because she loves the peanuts characters. whenever she felt like crying, she’d take a few moments to put this visual in her mind to lift her spirits for a bit.

i really love music, and so she told me to pick a song, or make a playlist of a bunch of my favorite (happy) songs and to just take 10 minutes listen to it whenever i’m feeling like i might do something stupid.
it’s a great way to stop bad habits in their tracks (e.g self harming, yelling at people you love, destroying objects, or abusing substances)

think about what you love, whether that be a TV show/movie, a book, an artist, a band/song, or even an app/website and just think of it, watch it, read it, look at it, listen to it, or, if it’s an app/website, go on it for at least 10 minutes to give yourself time to cool off before you try approaching the situation again. (or just completely ignore the situation if that’s an option)

i hope you all found this useful, and you have a successful journey towards a happy, healthy life!


I’ve been drunk since Friday and I heard a thingy on the radio about one direction fans forcefully introducing the world to a song called No Control, and like I LOVE no control, and all my friends were too hungover to function today, so I drank some more and made this 👍

some fun holiday aus
  • it’s black friday and you’re laying on the ground and i’m not sure if you’re breathing?? are you okay?? i’m just gonna. buy what you have and take you to my place so you can recover without getting trampled (bonus: everything you’re buying is really bizarre like why are you buying loofahs on black friday??)
  • i’m a sales associate and i have to work on black friday and you’ve been spending the last 10 minutes yelling that this coupon is still valid and i hate to break it to you but that coupon expired last week (NO I WILL NOT GIVE YOU THE DISCOUNT ANYWAYS)
  • i’m 25 and have never brought a date to christmas and my family is getting on my ass i’m sorry to drag you into this but we’ve been best friends for like 10 years can you be my date? you get free presents and food (also i’ve been in love with you for ages but you don’t have to know that shh)
  • they’re having a holiday concert down at the local auditorium and you’re a featured soloist and holy shit you’re really good (and really cute) i’m gonna congratulate you afterwards (and ask you for your number)
  • i’m a last-minute christmas shopper and you’re a store clerk who has to work on christmas eve which. i’m sorry you should not have to deal with me because i’m a combination of total bitch and ready to fall over from exhaustion (bonus: i sway dangerously, almost passing out and you ask for my number so you can make sure i get home safe)
  • this movie opens christmas night and it’s sold out right away and i have two tickets because i was supposed to have a date tonight but they stood me up?? and you’re cute so you can be my replacement date (but it turns out you’re way better than my other date could ever be)
  • i’m dating you, the local mall santa, and i spend any time i’m there flirting with you and trying to get you to break character (bonus: my ringtone for you is santa baby)
  • the door to your practice room at the gym isn’t shut all the way so i can clearly see you practicing the jingle bell rock routine from mean girls
  • my roommate loves christmas but i’m a total scrooge. we’ve reached a compromise where they can do as much christmas stuff as they want AFTER THANKSGIVING. our apartment is very plain when i go to sleep on thanksgiving but when i wake up the next day there’s ornaments in my face and you’re blaring christmas music
  • our friends keep trying to shove us under the mistletoe together at this christmas party and as soon as we catch on we spend the rest of the party coming up with increasingly dramatic and disastrous ways to thwart their plans
  • we wore our ugly christmas sweaters on the same day so now we’re in a silent competition of ugly sweaters and look guys i really need to borrow all your ugly christmas sweaters this loser’s going down
  • our floor’s having a christmas movie marathon and we’re watching rudolph right now and- wait are you crying
  • your job has a holiday uniform that is usually totally hideous but on you it’s really endearing??
  • i’m going sledding and holy shit i just ran you over i am so sorry are you okay??
  • you just beaned me in the back of the head with a snowball as i was heading home and oh no you do not hit me with a snowball and just get away with it this is WAR AND YOU ARE GOING DOWN (bonus: we somehow manage to get everybody else that walks by involved and there’s alliances and giant forts and maybe we’re getting a little bit carried away- wait we’re on the local snap story??)