Of his time at Bakka, of midnights at the skate park with Yousef and Mikael, or weed tinted laughs and screams all along the streets of Oslo. He dreams about Sonja, with her bright eyes that grew dull and her smile that turned forced. He dreams sometimes of Sana, two years younger with a sly smile and sharp wit and he dreams of the times when all of them hung out together- before words like bipolar and illness and reckless ever entered his vocabulary.
He dreams of running really fast. He dreams of tears running down his face and missed calls on his phone and terror because what has he done? Why can’t he control himself and why won’t his mind just shut up shut up shut up?
He dreams glimpses in between of nights locked in his room and the last words between his best friends and him. He dreams of silence and loneliness and the amount of effort it took to keep waking up day after day when all he wanted to do was fade away.
And then he dreams of his first day of Nissen. Of a boy in a red snapback singing wildly off tune to some rapper and half jumping onto his friend with dark eyebrow’s back. He dreams of blue eyes meeting green ones across the space of a cafeteria. He dreams of nights huddled together, of the weight of a teenage boy in his lap on their very own couch in their very own apartment.
He dreams of the moments in between too. Chlorine kisses and and warm skin underneath his fingertips, the distant sound of pop songs in the background and dancing. Of more tears and more fears and the sensation of being welcomed home into his arms.
Even dreams about a lot of things.
But when he wakes up and the dream is replaced by his reality- dirty laundry and a cuddly body and little plants decorating the sill of their window- he is gripped by the notion that he’ll take all of the dreams, good and bad and heartbreaking in between, if it means he gets to keep this.
“Don’t worry, kid.“ Blitz brought out the silken cord. “This rope can’t be weakened. And Hearthstone’s right. We might as well tie it to one another for safety.” “That way if we fall,” Sam said, “We’ll fall together.” “Sold,” I said, trying to tamp down my anxiety. “I love dying with friends.”
Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!
Word Count: 1,723
A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.
Nat raised a brow, a mysterious
curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders
stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his
ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that
had eaten the canary, and wanted to
“You left your phone on the coffee
table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.
His eyes narrowed. “What did you
do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.
She merely shrugged before she
turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See
1. Take a clipboard to school. You have to be prepared to do homework ANYWHERE at ANYTIME. Carry it in your hand with some paper and your homework clipped onto it and get work done whenever you can. Don’t keep the clipboard in your bag.
2. USE YOUR PLANNER EVERY DAY. Keeping track of assignments and important dates helps clear your mind. You don’t have to worry about remembering everything because all of it is written down. If you have a lot going on at once, start a bullet journal. If you can, divide your planner into sections based on different activities. For example, my bullet journal has 4 major sections: school work, extracurricular activities, community service, and general life issues. This creates order in the midst of chaos and also enforces the idea of taking everything one at a time. Your planner shouldn’t overwhelm you.
3. Get the biggest calendar you can find and hang it on the wall. The purpose of the calendar is to allow you to establish a general time frame for everything you need to do. PLAN AHEAD. Make sure EVERYTHING is on that calendar. Being overwhelmed by your planner is bad because it leads to a stressful day; your calendar takes on the role of allowing you to see the big picture. Having everything written down on a calendar creates a sense of urgency that’ll decrease the likelihood or duration of procrastination.
4. If you’re taking multiple AP classes, dedicate at least one day of the week to each subject. I had 7 AP’s so I studied a different subject each day. For example, every Monday was Macroeconomics day. I took my econ review book to school on Mondays and studied whenever I had some extra time. Start doing this 3 or 4 months before the exams in May to avoid cramming and excessive stress.
5. Sleep whenever you can but avoid sleeping on the way home from school. If you enter your home feeling sleepy the bed is going to be extra enticing.
6. If you NEED to pull an all-nighter (try to avoid them), drink a cup of straight up black coffee (no sugar) and take a 20 minute nap. It takes some time for the caffeine to kick in so you might as well get some sleep. You’ll eventually get used to the bitterness.
7. Sometimes you need to skip school but don’t skip unless you absolutely have to. If you do, you better not sleep in! Wake up normally and get to work ASAP. Do the makeup work and turn it in the next day, even if you don’t have to.
8. Study smarter, not harder. Figure out which study methods work for you. Note-taking is time-consuming so try to find alternatives. You don’t have to make everything aesthetically pleasing to post it on tumblr. In fact, if you’re compelled to take pretty notes just to post it on tumblr, LEAVE NOW. DO NOT WASTE TIME.
9. Do homework for the learning experience instead of the grade. Don’t copy work from your friends. If you use homework as a study resource, you won’t have to worry about long review sessions before a test. I have never studied for a Spanish test but the lowest score I’ve ever gotten on one is a 93. How? I did my homework.
10. STOP TRYING TO BE PERFECT. STOP IT RIGHT NOW. Perfection = waste of time. Don’t spend 10 hours writing an essay if you know you can get the same grade by only spending 2. I used to believe that the most important thing was being proud of everything you put your name on but none of that matters when you haven’t slept in 48 hours.
11. Complete the difficult tasks first. One of the many reasons people procrastinate is to avoid difficult tasks. If you save the hardest assignment for last, you’re more vulnerable to wasting time.
12.This one is very bad because it involves lying but it saved my grade a couple of times: ALWAYS turn in your homework. Why? Rarely missing an assignment gives you a good reputation and teachers tend to trust hardworking students. If you ever forget to do an assignment and you’re known to be a good student, your teacher is more likely to believe your excuse. Or, if you really left it at home, he/she/they might give you an extra day.
13. GOOGLE DRIVE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND. Can’t turn in your essay because you told yourself you’d print it in the morning and forgot? No worries! It’s in google drive! Need a past assignment for reference but have the copy at home? No worries! It’s in google drive!
14. Your study space significantly impacts productivity. Organize your room/space to maximize concentration/productivity.
15. MOST IMPORTANTLY, give yourself some time off. If you don’t, you’ll eventually burn out and nothing will be able to motivate you again. I like to go watch a movie alone once in a while because it clears my mind for 2 hours. Being constantly bombarded with due dates can lead to massive anxiety issues. And guess what? You can’t get anything done if you’re having multiple panic attacks or if you’re in bed all day because you’re depressed. Take care of yourself. School can wait but your physical and mental health can’t.
Alrighty folks, here are some nifty tips on how I survived (and could have better survived) college:
As soon as you have your schedule, email your professors. Everyone. Especially if you have questions about the course, if you’re going to miss, etc. also make sure you do it from your school email, many professors will not check an email if it isn’t from a school address.
On move in day, bring a door stop. moving in is so much easier when you don’t need someone to hold the door for everything.
Shoe racks and command strips/hooks will be your best friend. Use the racks for misc. things like utensils, seasonings, Keurig mixes, hot chocolate, etc.
Bring a whiteboard/corkboard. Write down your classes and anything you need to get done for those classes and make sure that you keep it updated. On the cork side post up papers with important numbers, a map of campus, and other things you get.
SIGN UP FOR ACTIVITIES (ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE ON A SMALL CAMPUS)otherwise you’re not going to have a fun experience. Even if it’s just something you THINK you may have a slight interest in, try it!
Go to one or two sporting events, just for the hell of it
Put important dates in your phone calendar or even a planner. Somewhere you will be reminded of them. Times and dates are critical.
Eat. and eat well.
Use chegg, upper classmen, or other resources for textbooks before you buy them. Campus bookstores are astronomically expensive and it can be a lot cheaper going somewhere else. I use Chegg and they also send you free tide pods, coffee samples, etc.
Bring medicine that you’ve used in the last two years, even if you haven’t used it in a while just to be safe.
If you’re gonna do laundry on the weekends Friday and Saturday nights OR Sunday mornings are prime time. Be prepared for staying up late or getting up early to do laundry
PUT. A TIMER. ON. YOUR. LAUNDRY. Seriously, when you have to share a laundry room there is nothing more annoying than someone who won’t move their laundry out for other people.
On a related note DO NOT THROW OTHER PEOPLE’S LAUNDRY ON THE FLOOR. Fold it up, leave it on the dryers or w/e with a little note. Don’t be an asshole.
Keep extra pads and tampons around everywhere you go. Help yourself and/or ya menstruating friends out.
Bring a phone/laptop charger with you throughout the day. I know I personally have some long breaks between my classes where I do homework and w/e
Use Google docs for your assignments, or other programs that back up your work to the cloud. My laptop broke halfway through the semester and the only thing that saved me was Google Docs because my school uses gmail
Download Groupme. Right now. Do it. It’s a great way to create group chats, keep them in one place, and keep them backed up somewhere, you’re gonna have some for group projects, your dorm, any programs, etc.
Bring a three hole punch, scissors, glue, tape, notecards, and binders. Also get pocketed folders for any important research papers you may need to turn in.
ALSO DRY ERASE MARKERS ARE A LIFE SAVER. bring them around for studying in empty classrooms it’s v helpful
COLOR CODE YOUR BINDERS/NOTE BOOKS/STICKY NOTES. Your binder for one class and all its accessories should be one colors. Color organize your notes. (If you’re colorblind, use patterns or something simple for you.)
Try typing up your notes after classes, save them to your laptop and whatever online thing you use. Sometimes you’ll need your notes and you either won’t have your notebook, laptop, or both and it can be very important to keep your notes accessible.
Make use of tutoring services or other students/friends that are good in your classes. C’s get degrees and if people can help you understand it better then WOO
Try not to miss too many classes, but if you do make sure you contact your professors about it (or someone in that class.)
Sleep is v important, but can also be too good so set alarms at least a half hour before your classes to get ready and go.
Take deep breaths. Make friends. Take no shit, do no harm.
((These are based off of my personal experiences, feel free to add on if you think of something))
AU where everything is the same except the shield is an artifact like Mjolnir. Maybe it’s a long-lost Asgardian thing, maybe it’s some other non-Earth object. Point is, the shield is enchanted so that it only obeys the will of the wielder if their primary goal is protection. It’s just about impenetrable, can absorb any shocks, and strong enough to cut through or destroy just about anything–which would make it a perfect weapon, if anyone could figure out how to fucking use the thing. It doesn’t obey any laws of physics or movement as we know it, and SSR spends years experimenting with it until they finally give up and stick it in a crate somewhere.
A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~
I’ve always been someone that procrastinated my work and assignments. I would just rather keep scrolling on my phone, watching the next episode of a show, basically anything rather than having to deal with the work load that I must complete.
This is why I need a ler in my life.
Obviously when it comes to lees, their form of punishment would be tickling. They want their ler to tickle them until they start their homework.
Now this would not work for me, because if my ler tickled me to start my homework, I would never end up starting it because I would just want tickles the whole time.
THATS why I need a ler that REFUSES to tickle me until I have finished my homework. They would not touch me, tickle me, tease me, or barely even pay attention to me until I had finished all the work I needed.
That would very quickly motivate me, especially if they sat near me, maybe wiggling their fingers or winking and raising their eyebrows whenever I glanced up at them.
And the second they notice my pencil going down, they have me pinned or in a hold, cooing in my ear and dragging their fingers over my body.
“That’s my good girl. Was it really so hard? Now you get a special reward from me. Tickle tickle tickle…”
title taken from 10am gare du nord by keaton henson. i love his music so much its just so….open and raw? it felt fitting for a fic like this, it just really works for late nights and emotional talks idk
i started this fic back at the end of august on a bad night and there isnt much plot to it just…speculation i guess. a character study of alya? but in this au?? im not sure. theres not much to it at all and its a little all over, but it was a fic i felt like i had to write
Alya wakes up with her heart in her throat and her hands tearing at her hair. She groans and rests her forehead on her knees.
If only he’d shut up.
She checks the time. It’s only three, because of course it’s unreasonable to ask for a full night’s sleep. She stays where she is for a little while longer, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow, letting her heart rate level out and her head slow its spin. When she stops feeling like she’ll throw up if she moves, she slides out of bed and pads into the bathroom.
Alya avoids the floorboards that creak and is careful to close the door softly, but it doesn’t really matter. After a few months, her family got used to her getting up at strange hours and wandering around the house. Once she stopped screaming, it was easier for them to sleep through her nightmares.
It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.
I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him.
Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.
Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.
The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks.
As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.
Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.
I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.
I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.
I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.
Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.
The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.
I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.
And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.
Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.
The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.
I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him.
Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass. Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.
Since my planner starts July 2016 and ends July 2017 I’ve been using it as a bullet journal for the summer until I start school again next week. I’ve been writing quotes, tips and odd bits of information in the space for each day instead of homework. Now it’s the end of summer I have collected a lot of quotes that I hope you guys might like. They may seem random but they do correspond with what i did or was feeling on the day.
Plato “The beginning is the most important part of the work.” “Love is a serious mental disease.”
Socrates “No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.”
Buddha “What we do today is what matters most.” “To keep the body in good health a duty, otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.”
William Shakespeare “The course of true love did run smooth.”
Oscar Wilde “The books that the world calls immoral are are the books that show the world it’s shame.” “They’ll tell you that dreams can come true but forget to mention that nightmares are dreams too.” “Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.”
H.G.Wells “Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.”
Jane Austen “One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.”
J.R.R Tolkien “Little by little, one travels far.”
Neil Gaiman “I like stories where women save themselves.”
C.S.Lewis “Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different.”
Stephen King “Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.”
William Arthur Ward “The price of excellence is discipline. The cost of mediocrity is disappointment.”
Audrey Hepburn “Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover you have two hands - one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.”
Abraham Lincoln “I will study and get ready and perhaps my chance will come.”
Theodore Roosevelt “Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty.”
Thomas Jefferson “Never spend money before you have it.”
Thomas Edison “I have not failed, I just found 10,000 ways that didn’t work.”
Nelson Mandela “It always seems impossible until it’s done.”
Salvador Dali “I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.”
Winnie the Pooh “Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.”
Morticia Addams (Addams Family Values) “Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”
Clara Oswald (Doctor Who) “The souffle isn’t the souffle - the souffle is in the recipe.”
The Doctor (Doctor who, Series 2, Episode 3: Tooth and Claw) “You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world.”
Dr Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal, Series 2, Episode 4: Takiawase) “I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty and art and horror that this world has to offer.”
Sirius Black (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Movie) “We’ve all got both light and darkness inside of us. What matters is the part we choose o act on, that’s who we really are.”
Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)
Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad) “Harley Quinn, nice to meetcha. Love your perfume. What is that: the stench of death?”
Welcome to the Night Vale (twitter) “Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”
Does anyone else start doing homework and end up scrolling through tumblr for four hours and you know you should stop and do work bUT YOU N E E D MORE TUMBLR and you just can’t stop? I’m doing that right now.
what the hell are you doing here? looking for the thugs that trashed my dad’s equipment. we figured it was the serpents angry for getting kicked off their land. but, now that i know you’re a serpent, i’m thinking this is personal. going after my dad! his company! this is payback, right!? for when he fired you!?
>For everyone curious - yes, the thumb-vape is REAL
>Can’t wait for the day when T-800 comes from the future to stop Jindosh from inventing Skynet
>If Nikola Tesla and Walugi had a baby, and this baby was raised in a vapor store
>I never knew how great the capacity for hate was in my heart before I met him. I am a very peaceful person, but I could strangle him with his own ugly neck-tie.
>If you thought Severus Snape treated his students badly, get a load of this guy
>My biggest nightmare is that at the greatest moment of my life Jindosh appears and says “Mediocre”.
>One guy was texting during the class and Jindosh jumped from the lector podium, ran up to him, grabbed his phone and threw it out of the window
>The Genius. The Myth. The Dickbag.
>One time he brought something that looked like a box with a periscope on top of it to the class and turned it to us. It pointed laser lines at the foreheads of everyone in the audience and kept tracking people even if they tried to move. Jindosh calmly looked at his clock and said “Hm, 3,5 seconds for a target lock-on. Needs improvement.”
>There’s a tradition of buying “I Survived Kirin Jindosh’s Murder Course” t-shirts at the end of the year.
> Daddy Long Legs
>One time I saw him drinking coffee from a fancy porcelain cup, then casually chug down 2 red bulls in less than a minute and get back to sipping coffee like nothing happened
>I got a job at Google after I showed them a page from my lab project where Jindosh wrote “Interesting”.
>When I see movies with mad scientists after taking this class: “Pfff, amateurs!”
>He gave us test papers today. We should have been alarmed that it looked like a normal test instead of his usual fucking puzzles, but we were just happy. “He was too busy building death rays in his basement!” we thought. The fools! We started working on a test and after like 20 minutes noticed that our first answers vanished. The paper was dissolving the ink! Jindosh smiled and said that this test will make up one third of our final grade. And then he sat there, smirking and vaping from his goddamn thumb, and watched us panic and try to find something that won’t disappear on these fucking papers.
>Good luck with your grades if Jindosh doesn’t find you interesting, and God help you if he does.
>This is the asshole that you’re going to hate and curse more than all of the other teachers combined, but then one day he says “Impressive. There might be some potential in you after all” and it’s the proudest you’ve ever felt.
Shit Kirin Jindosh Says, a collaborative documentary account:
“Since you’ve turned in your first homework at the last week’s class, it’s time to address the grades. Everyone gets an “F”. I didn’t actually read your homework, of course, because I have infinitely more interesting and important things to do than reading your feeble attempts to grasp the obvious. In fact, I could achieve more advancement of the modern technology in a time that this lecture takes than all of you combined will manage in your entire lives. But if anyone thinks that their work deserves my attention, tell me and I will read it right now, and then share everything I think about your papers and you in particular.”
“I took points from the score of your project, Williams, because it’s ugly. Yes, it’s functional, and yes, there’s even an idea that is not completely banal, but it’s put together sloppily. You didn’t perfect the design until the elegance and simplicity of forms could emerge. If you’re not interested in doing this because you want to save your precious time for drinking and orgies, then I suggest you transfer to Sokolov’s class.”
“Today’s lab work is a group project. You will form pairs and each complete one half of the presented tasks. For the next class each of you will also write a program that can complete the same tasks as your partner did. The final goal is to successfully replace the human counterpart.”
“You make me test and challenge myself every day, Parker. I’m used to my genius mind knowing no boundaries, no limits of imagination, yet in the multitude of all possible universes I struggle to imagine a single one where you said anything worthwhile.”
“I have few comments to make regarding a so-called “Jindosh-bot” that roamed the premises yesterday. The integration of a smoke machine for hand-pipe is moderately clever, and the moustache wind-mill was not devoid of originality. But the movement dynamics are horribly outdated! What did you use as a prototype, an epileptic cow? This is inexcusable as you have an access to the documentation of the Clockwork’s early builds. Overall, B- for the effort.”
SKJS is proud to present our first Kirin Jindosh dub-step remix. Mind your sensitivities, people!
I’m going to present to you a theory that’s probably already
been theorized, but with more evidence from s2: Earth is already being
controlled by the Galra through the Garrison.
We know that aliens already know about Earth’s culture from the
Space Mall episode. I mean, aliens quite literally abducted our cows… and had
an Area 51 hat. And had video games. In a mall owned by the Galra. Look, I
don’t know how alien economics works, but they have to have some type of fascination
with Earth to be able to have a shop for it and aliens would actually have to
know what all of those items were for said shop to be successful. Imagine an
alien Earth fan club. That’s what this is.
And that brings me to Keith’s flashbacks, once in a nightmare…
and once while he was trying to the awaken the Blade of Marmora, where he was in his shack in Earth.
In both, Keith
is placed in a situation where he’s around marching Galra. In some shape or
form, Keith witnessed a Galra invasion. I don’t think that that’s going to be
the last time we see that image at all. It’s obviously related to Keith’s past,
but the Voltron team decided to draw this scene into two different settings:
one purely related to the Galra and one set in Earth. Keith has probably already
witnessed an alien genocide and is probably about to witness one again.
I mean, think about it. If you were Haggar or Prince Lotor or
whoever, how would you keep Voltron from running if they’re all humans? How
would you set the perfect trap that would definitely lure Voltron in?
The next time we see Earth, it’s probably going to be under
invasion by the Galra. There are two possibilities: (1) the Garrison will be on
their side or (2) the Garrison will see this as an act of war. Under both
situations, I doubt that the Garrison doesn’t know about the Galra and other
alien races. And, honestly, I see more validity in option 1.
Listen, throughout season one, we knew that the Garrison was
hiding something. Pidge obviously knew that they knew something about her
family, but she didn’t have enough time to figure out what it was. And that
means that the Garrison had to have known that this wasn’t a normal mission. In
normal circumstances, we wouldn’t have known what had happened and would have
ruled it out as an unfortunate death. But they knew more than enough to rule
out the cause of death as a pilot error.
Zarkon literally said that there was no place
on the universe where he couldn’t reach. While he may have meant that in a
militaristic way, I think he meant it in a quite literal way.
We already know that leaders can be corrupt, look at King Lubos.
The creators of Voltron made sure to mention that just because you’re a leader,
doesn’t mean you’re on the good side or that you would do anything and
everything for the benefit of your people.
And for the Garrison to be able to make a presence or for the
Galra to even think about asking the Garrison, they must have some type of
political control. Considering that they are one of the best schools for
training space cadets, I don’t think that this is too far off. We’ve only seen
the school aspect from our younger paladins. We haven’t seen the military
aspect. Considering that we don’t know the actual politics of future Earth, we
don’t know how screwed the government is. But I’d literally bet 100 bucks
that it’s going to represent the mess we have right now if I had the money.
I WAS KIND OF HOPING THIS COULD BE YOUR PRESENT...
@lovesettokillxo asked : Hey today is my birthday so I wanted to know if you could write something along the lines of being Jungkook’s best friend but him only seeing you as a little sister unlike how you see him… and he finally sees you in different light on your birthday (p.s can you include thigh riding and rough kooki that would make my entire life thanks 🙏🏽)
A/N: Happy Birthday! This is my present to you lol….
Summary: He’d always seen you as his best friend, his partner in crime. But on your birthday something changed. He wanted… more.
Warnings: smut, language, the usual warnings for my writing lmao
Word Count: 2107
When you were two you’d met Jungkook at the park. The two of you had gone down the slide together and it was there that he’d asked you to be his best friend forever. When you were five, you’d started kindergarten, Jungkook by your side. The two of you had drawn pictures for each other but still Jungkook remained your best friend and you remained his. When you were thirteen, you’d begun to understand that maybe, just maybe, Jungkook was more than a best friend to you. However, it was clear Jungkook saw you as his best friend and only his best friend. Upon entering high school, the two of you hadn’t had many classes together but still managed to eat lunch together with your other friends and study together after school. It seemed that nothing had changed between the two of you. You were best friends and you always would be.
Yet something had changed. You were in love with Jungkook, you couldn’t deny that. And he was blissfully oblivious. Typical. Your love wasn’t the only love he was oblivious to. Half of the girls at your school were fawning over him, and he seemed to have eyes for none of them. In some ways, that was a relief. In another, if he couldn’t see their love, would he ever be able to see yours?
Does anyone else have those moments where you know there’s something you need to do but you just don’t have the energy and you have to get it done and you know what’ll happen if you don’t but you just can’t.