i have to go to work at 7:45

Summer before my senior year of high school I decided I really wanted to be a champion. I wanted to win, I wanted to be that athlete that always got articles in the newspapers and medals at every meet. That summer I trained the hardest I ever have in my whole life. Every morning I would wake up at 6:00 am to run 8 miles, or do a workout. On the weekends I would do a long run, my longest being 15 miles. I was totaling at least 50 miles each week and each day I would train by myself. Quietly hoping to come in that fall and be great. The first race of my cross country season I ran a 5k in a PR of 20:45. After that things went downhill. I got plantar fasciitis and struggled to simply walk around school. When I would run, my body was constantly fatigued and my foot would be in so much pain. I consistently ran around a 22-23 minute in all my 5ks and was placing no where even close to the top girls. I felt like my entire world was falling down around me. I gave up so much for this, I made so many sacrifices in every aspect of my life, especial socially, and it just wasn’t paying off. As indoor track started the plantar fasciitis went away but the fatigue in my body worsened. I hoped to break my PR of 12:02 in the 3200, but that season I struggled to break 13 minutes, only doing so a couple times. As I went into indoor track, I decided to see a doctor. Something wasn’t right. Sure enough I was anemic due to an iron deficiency. I started taking iron pills and my times got faster and faster and I got stronger and stronger. The picture shown above is me after I won my first race ever. That’s all I ever wanted… all of the passion, dedication, hard work, the early mornings of my pushing myself to run 6 mile repeats on the track alone, the nights of saying no to hanging out with my friends so I could get my sleep, finally it all paid off. It’s silly, I won the 1600 at a small meet with only a few teams running a 5:48 (pretty bad I know) but the whole feeling of winning was something I had always wanted. I couldn’t help but break down into tears after finishing. I am now in my freshman year of college and ran a 5k this season in 18:45. I go to a D2 school and came in hoping I would be top 7, but I am the 3rd place runner on my team right now. I have become a stronger and faster runner. I am proud of myself for continuing to dream even when it was hard. Things seemed hopeless, but you should never ever give up. It may take some time, sometimes years, for your hard work to pay off, but it will. This, right here, is why I run. I want the feeling of winning again and I am so determined to do it. I have 4 years in college to make it happen, and I know I can.

An edit to this: I ended my cross country season as an all american, placing 35th at d2 nationals. So far this indoor track season I have ran a 9:58 3k, 5:08 mile, and 17:28 5k. It’s amazing what can happen if you just believe!
Carter Hart - I Don’t Like Coffee

Originally posted by jodrouin

“Omg I love love love your writing!! When/If you have the time, would you mind writing a carter hart one??? Ahhh thank youuuuu. - @peppermint-writings 💕💕”

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warnings: none

Carter freaking Hart was going to be the death of you. For the past two weeks he’d walk into your coffee shop at the same time, every day, and flirt with you. Never failing to order his coffee and ask for your number on the receipt.

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Donald Pierce x Reader

“I trusted you”

Note: This one is really short but it’s 11:34 and I have school tomorrow RIP (sorry for this)


Pacing through the apartment, you bit your lip. Donald promised to be back by now… You remembered his words, coaxing your nerves before he left this morning. Exactly at 7:45. It was now 2:00 pm, and you had no word from him. 

Despite the maps and pictures layering the wallpaper, the walls seemed empty without him. Even though you spent day after day there without him when he went to work, you still hated being without him. Today was especially important. To both of you.

Today, you two were going to escape. You two were going to run, you were just waiting for him to get back.

A moment passed, and then you heard the door unlock. Your heart jumped with excitement as you smiled, awaiting your boyfriend’s gruff smile.

Only, it wasn’t Donald.

Soldiers ran into the room, holding up their guns and shouting at you. The room grew stiff and cold as betrayal set into your body. Falling to your knees, you stared up at Zander Rice with tears streaming down your face.

“You can thank Donald for this.”

“Go to hell.” You spat on the floor, and one of the soldiers’ guns hit you in the head, knocking you out.

When you woke, your head throbbed with radiating pain. Your body aching and burning from the soldiers’ rough hands in transporting you there.

Donald, a year ago, had been hunting you down for Rice. Only, he turned against orders and hid you away.

He had fallen in love with you.

You could say the same about him with yourself, but there was no love left towards him with finding out what he’s done. After all that time… After giving him your heart… After all those restless nights and tired kisses… You didn’t understand. Perhaps you didn’t want to. But as you stared at the wall, thinking about Donald, the steel door to the white room unlocked, and Donald nearly fell in. His lip was split and his eye was swollen from being hit. It shocked you to see him so turn up, but before you could react to his presence, he had already reached you.

Nearly attacking him., Donald grabbed your wrists, and struggled around you. Pulling you into a tight hug.

“Stop-baby-please-stop!” You ignored the heart-wrenching sound of pain in his heavy voice. Shutting your eyes and slamming your fists against his chest.

I trusted you-I trusted you!

“They caught-they caught me, baby. Listen to me!” You stopped rushing your words, halting against his efforts to calm you down. Staring at him, “They caught me on my way back to you. Listen to me, I would never let them hurt you…I…It’s my fault. I wasn’t careful enough-“

“You didn’t turn me in?”

“Baby…” His southern accent sent a chill down your spine. “No-never… I would never betray you like that. Never… Remember that…”

Looking at his chest, you slowly closed your eyes and then turned away. Tears rippled through your shoulders and threatened to stain your cheeks.

“How did you-“

But then, the door swung in, and soldiers rushed towards Donald. Yelling for him to come with them. Leaping into one of the soldiers, Donald fought back and tossed one of their guns at you. Shakily, you picked it up and shot one of them. Donald stared at you in surprise for a heartbeat, before grabbing your wrist, and pulling you out the door.

“We have to get outta here. They’ll be comin’ for me. I barely made it to you in time.” Donald’s voice was laced with exhaustion and pain. You stared at him as he pulled you behind him. His muscles glistening with sweat as he breathed heavily, running down the hall. But soldiers swarmed the hall, surrounding you two with cocked guns designed for mutants. Donald let go of your hand and backed away. “It’s okay.”

You hated using your powers, especially against other people… But closing your eyes, you let your fingertips turn black with death, and when you opened your eyes, all the soldiers lay dead. That was your power. Destruction, death, and pain.

Donald hurried over to you, grabbing your face, and pulling you into a firm kiss. Knocking your thoughts away from you and distracting you… His lips were rough, and you tasted the metallic tinge of his blood. Rubbing your cheek with his thumb, for a breath, he stared down at you with his forehead leaning against yours. But the sound of more of Rice’s men came storming down the hall, and you two grabbed each other’s hands, running for the doors. He was your freedom… But somehow, you seemed to be his imprisonment. All he had, was Transigen. Until you trapped him in the middle of his own emotions, torturing his already tortured soul with the line of right and wrong. You two, together, however, was right.

Here’s a word of advice towards something I think I’m finally accepting: never let people bullshit you with excuses. That they’re too busy to ever see you, or that they just forget to respond to 90% of your texts or calls, or whatever. Because that’s crap. We’re all adults and we all have schedules and priorities. But i can tell you myself, when I was working two jobs and had a 7-4 shift at one and then a 5-9:30 shift at the other, the last thing I wanted to really do was go out and see people, after being up at 5:30 am and working till 9:30 pm. But you know what, I did, because I take the relationships in my life very seriously. It can be a coffee break, it can be sitting and talking in the car for 45 minutes, having a cigarette together. The point is you’re making that time because it’s important. Excuses are just another way of people saying “Unfortunately, you don’t mean enough that I would like to take time for you.” But once you realize that, as sucky as it is, you’re better off. You find people who want to make time for you. And not those “friends” that you don’t hear from and/or see for 4 months and then suddenly come back out of the woodwork.
—  Lee Walczak (: 
oh BOY

remember when i said i have troublesome travel experiences?

you’ll wanna hear this one.
I hit every bump on the road on my way to Thailand. I did make it here safely!! But oh man did i have problems.

It started at my home base airport, where the lady checking me in insisted i needed a visa to the point she called her supervisor over to convince me… yeah no i did not need a visa. Next, my flight was delayed by 2 hours. Made it to a connecting flight at LAX… where they kept switching the dingdong gate on me. Id find it, sit down to eat a sandwich because i was STARVING by that point and theyd make me move. Finally, the pick one and im told my boarding pass doesn’t work. Get a new boarding pass, board. Told repeatedly im in the wronnnggg seat… even though my boarding pass said so. Finally convince flight attendants who took my boarding pass because they jad to verify it. We get into the sky and im over here merrily enjoying my games and books on the phone for about an hour… when a flight attendant tells me i have to shut the phone off… “its on airplane mode!” says I. “turn it off!” says she. Okay. i oblige because there were these really cool touch screen things with movies and games and tv that i can use. BUT WAIT- mine is broken. The flight is full so they can’t switch my seat. Here I am on a 15 hour flight with nothing to do. Tried to sleep… was very unsuccessful.
Finally about 7 hours later i get the damn thing to work. PRAISE THE SNODS.
Alright, things are going. That 15 hiur flught was physically painful and mentally exhausting. Sitting aroune for 5 hours with severe ADHD SUCKED. i cried a lot. only slept 2 hours on that plane.
Finally get to China for my flight only… whats this? i have an hour layover… and… my 15 hour flight WAS 45 MINUTES LATE. “O shit” I say as the tram driver takes his dear sweet time getting us from the plane to the terminal. Finally, get there and they call last call for bangkok… im freaking out. i give them my passport and boarding pass and they let me through passed china’s additional security check point. 10 minutes. i RAN A MILE according to my fit bit. ive never ran a mile in 10. personal record. finally got to the gate… was the last to board. they close the door behind me, im on the verge of an asthma attack, but praising the gods that i made it.
sleep for 2 hours on the flight. land in bangkok. wait 45 minutes for my luggage that… oh… didnt make it onto my plane :’(
they tell me its coming in at 2 am and they will send it to my hotel. im hoping it made it here. idk its 6 am and i havent gone to check because i want to sleep more.

but i am here with my best friend in the entire world. i am safe. and ready for this grand adventure!!!
but man, has it been an adventure already.

All In Part 2

If you were being honest with yourself, you did bite off more than you could chew. With your school work, your own practices and games, and coaching the boys varsity team, it was easy to say you were overwhelmed. You were more than ecstatic to have the end of your coaches month and a half absence to be over. There was only one problem. The boy you’d put your neck on the line for wasn’t performing at the level your coach had been promised. He was doing better than amazing for a newbie, but still not on the level you needed him to be on. Watching him play was another interesting thing that had you drawn into him. He was definitely a separate player from the rest of the team. And you were able to see how everyone else treated him. He was quiet and he took the silent abuse they shed down on him.

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Surgery Diaries

January 31, 2017

I can’t sleep. There have been so many attempts to try and fix me, but here I am, still with an ileostomy a1.5 years now. Although its done routinely, I will forever be scared and scarred of surgery. ‘\

Gracilis muscle flap in a nutshell: they are going to take the Gracilis muscle (planning on my left leg) and use that to fill the sinus tract that is left in my perineal area, the cavity preventing me from getting the ileostomy take down. 

I think I may actually be hopeful for the first time in a long time. Its a more aggressive surgery, but at this point I just want my life back. 

I went to therapy today for the first time in  a while. As soon as I walked out the door I told my mom that I didn’t like her (you know, you gotta find the right therapist that works), and then on our drive home I just start busting out in tears. Whatever she did, she opened me, she forced me to be vulnerable and let out tears that have been a long time coming. ‘

I’m first of the day, which means shower at 4 am with special soap, 4:45 leave the house 5:15 check into the hospital. And at 7:15 the magic happens. The surgery is done by a plastic surgery and a colorectal surgeon. The plastic surgeon will deliver the gracilis flap to the colorectal surgeon. 

Cross for your fingers for my guys. I go under the knife in 5 hours. 

Seriously tho–shout out to mom’s. I know one day she’s gonna check my page and see this. And mom, if he surgery works or not, thank you for just trying. Thank you for willing and wanting to sleep with me at the hospital and for allowing me to put my decisions: emotional an physical in your hands. I’m scared mom. Its 2:26 am and I wonder if you’re tossing and turning like I am. 

Dr. Charlotte. Bucky x Reader.

Hi. Can you write Bucky and his (and the reader’s) little girl playing dress up, if you don’t mind? Or maybe they’re playing in costumes? Just give me daughter and daddy cuteness, please? Thank you. (P.S. I’m the anon who asked for the tea party one-shot. I did like your story. Thanks for that.)

A/N: I went and did something a little differently in this one. The daughter does still play in costumes, but the circumstance is different. I hope you still like it.

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“We could really use the both of your for this one, guys.” Steve was sitting on the middle cushion of you living room. Bucky was drinking his black coffee in his favorite chair, not saying anything. His metal had gripping the arm of the chair a little harder than preferred. You walked in  with your own cup of coffee, your daughter tailing behind you, humming a song from Sleeping Beauty, her favorite.
“I don’t know, Steve.” You sat on the smaller couch across from Steve, the little girl hopping up into your lap with her stuffed dog in her hands. “We’ve never left Charlotte at the same time.”
“Well come on, Y/N.” Steve sat back against the cushion. “Nat already said that she’d babysit for you, and you know that you can trust her with Lottie.” You ran your fingers through little Lottie’s dark brown curls as she played.
“That’s not it, Steve. I do trust Nat to take care of her. I just,” you paused and looked over to meet Bucky’s concerned stare, “We don’t like the idea of both of us out in the field at the same time. And Bucky just got home two days ago and Lottie hasn’t had much time with just him.” Charlotte had begun to sing outright and you kissed the top of her head and spoke sweetly into her ear. “Charlotte? Let Mommy and Daddy talked with Uncle Steve okay? Go on upstairs, moya krasota [my beauty].” Charlotte jumped down from your lap and hugged her dog to her chest and continued to sing while she went up to her room.
“She’s gotten so big.” Steve looked over to Bucky and smiled. “You did good, pal.”
“She’ll be 5 in a few months,” Bucky shook his head a little in his own disbelief, “It’s crazy how fast she’s grown.” He then stood from the chair, his body posture much calmer, and sat down next to you. He reached his metal arm around your shoulder and went quiet again.
“Steve,” you rested a hand on Bucky’s thigh, “I’ll go on the assignment. Bucky will stay here with Lottie and rest up after his last mission.” The muscle in Bucky’s thigh contracted under your palm. He knew that this was the only option, but he still hated for you to go. You didn’t go on missions as often; Charlotte needed her mother around. But he was still not back to par after being in Asia for three weeks undercover. It needed to be done. Steve gave a long sigh and nodded.

“Okay,” Steve smiled over to the two of you, “thank you, Y/N. We’ll be in and out of the mountains in no time.” Steve stood and grabbed his files off of the coffee table. You and Bucky stood to see him out. Before he headed out the door, you grabbed his arm.
“Wait for a minute.” You walked to the bottom step and called up for your daughter. “Lottie, sweetheart? Come say ‘good night’ to Uncle Steve.” Little running footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor above. Her curls bounced around her round cheeks as she descended down the staircase. Steve knelt down at the bottom of the stairs with his arms open wide.
“Come here, princess!” She squealed and jumped from the second to last step into his embrace. Steve laughed into her hair and stood to swing her in the air. Bucky’s natural arm wrapped around your waist, warming you as you watched. Steve set her back down and held her tiny chin in his large hand. “Charlotte? You be a good girl, okay?” She smiled and nodded before getting up on the very tips of her little toes to kiss Steve on the cheek. “Oh, thank you. Thank you, princess.” She turned and ran back up the stairs to her room.

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My Assistant for This Meeting. Ceo!CALUM

A/n : So this is a Ceo!Calum short imagine/ part 1 If you guys want more! Hope you enjoy!!


“Why must you always take the morning shifts y/n? I hate it when your alarm goes off!” Your roommate- Michael groaned as you sat up at 4:30 in your kitchen, making eggs.
“Well Michael, you always complain but you could try and fall back asleep.” Laughing as you take two plates out of the cupboard.
“But that means no breakfast that’s already made. Plus I go to work at 7. I wake up at 4:30, eat breakfast with you till 4:45, then I walk you to work, boom it’s 5:25, then when I go to the pet store to pet the cats at 6 I always stay there till 6:30 with gives me time to get the cat hair off my pants and go to work! It’s been like that since forever and I can’t ruin that now.” Michael gushed, as he took his plate of scrambled eggs and sat down.

“Okay yeah but you still always have your alarm set for 5:30 right? Just Incase?” You wondered, eating your own eggs.
“Yeah of course, and it pisses me off when it goes off.” Michael mumbled. You smiled, loving the early mornings that you and your roommate share. “Look we need to hurry up and eat. Stop talking.” Y/n laughed, biting into her piece of toast.

 When she arrived at work with Michael, she quickly changed shoes as she was leaning on his shoulder, they quickly hugged and she scanned her keycard to get in. Walking into the huge lobby her heels clicked and clacked against the floor. It got the night receptionist’s- Jeremy’s attention. It was their little routine. When she walked in with her heels she would always try and make a tune and she would guess what it was.

“Jingle bells.” He grinned.
“Easy one. I’ll get you next time.” You smiled, taking your jacket off and pulling your folded blazer on over your plain white shirt.

As you were getting to the desk, Jeremy was getting ready to leave. “I think the doorman is getting in late, he is severely ill so make sure the door is open for the boss man.” He grinned before saying bye to Guy, the security guard and I. The doors to this building are always locked until 6:25/6:30 so unless you are the Ceo of the company, or have a key card you can’t be let in.

As I was fiddling with some papers I heard the buzz. The buzz of him. He has this little buzzer that he carries around in his pocket when he needs me. He doesn’t even have one for his assistant, he usually uses it when he wants to personally know when someone certain is here or for times like this, be let in. Quickly getting up I professionally rush to the door where he is non stop pressing his buzzer. When I opened the door and held it for him, he smiled. “Now wasn’t that buzzer a swell idea Miss. Y/L?” He grinned, stopping to talk to me before he went upstairs to his office. “Early today I see?.” I smiled at him, my hands behind my back. “Well, I need to prepare. I’m expecting a client from Japan early this morning around 6:10, I’ll text you a picture so you know what he looks like.” Grinning he took his phone out. “Sir I am not sure it is wise to have your receptionists phone number, is it?” I wondered, eyeing the phone.

“Oh come on it wouldn’t hurt. The thing I call an assistant probably couldn’t send a picture to save her life, I should probably do it myself.” He smirked, knowing how frustrated I get as he has been trying to get my number for 3 years now with no legitimate excuse until now.
Sighing, I took his phone and typed my Number in. “Well, it only took three years.” I looked at him and smiled weakly before he took his phone and went to the elevators.

Sitting back down at the receptionist desk, waiting until I got down to work. “Guy, Incase Terry shows up late can you make sure the doors are all unlocked by like.. 6:20?” I called to the little room where all of the security cameras were. “You got it y/n! Count on me!” He called back, coming to sit out.

Around 6 o'clock I got a text, the picture of a Japanese businessman. Then I got a call. “Hello?” I whispered, not knowing why since it was just Guy and me. “I need you to play as my assistant for this meeting. Angelic or whatever her name was called me and quit. So please I just need you for this meeting?” It was him again. “Uh sir.. I don’t know..” “Oh come on all you need to do is take notes and listen in. Please play my assistant y/n?” He was close to begging.

“I guess I could do it sir.. I’ll need the passcode for the the 54th floor..” I was a little nervous he wouldn’t give it to me, seeing only he knew it. He wouldn’t even let his last assistant know it.
“Oh.. It’s um.. 0509..” He mumbled.Okay, and you’ll be there when I bring them up right?“ “Yeah bring them up when they get here, bye.”

Then he hung up.
Great okay time to look like an assistant. Oh the fake glasses I keep in my purse. “Perfect.” I whispered to myself, putting them on. “Shit my hair. Fuck I need something to write with.” I quickly put my hair up in a messy bun, but then quickly took it down as I looked like a full on porn star.

A hair clip? Do I have one of those here? Nope. “Guy do you have a hair clip? He has long hair, that’s for sure. “Yeah, here.” He said, tossing me one. “Don’t ask why I have one here, the heat is crazy here at night.” He laughed, as I put my hair up. Just at that moment Guy told me there were men at the door. “Fuck!” I said semi-loudly, quickly grabbing one of the blank daily planners we got some weird reason and a few pens. When I made it near the doors, I walked it calmly, not freaking out inside. When I opened the door I welcomed them, letting them in. “Now if you’d follow me I will show you to the elevator.” I felt so shaky. Like I was going to fall.

When the elevator door opened I stepped inside, Going to the corner by the buttons. I then proceeded to click the button that had the number 54 on it and typed the code in. 0509. Why does that sound familiar? I brushed it off and awkwardly stood with professional men in the elevator going 54 floors up.

I took a deep breath as the elevator doors opened and led them out to the hallway by the conference room, to see him standing there.
Wait what do I do now? I hesitated and Looking at him for help, but he just nodded. “Now, if you will just enter and have a seat, the conference will start momentarily.” I smiled, holding the door open for the men as they walked through the door and sat down.

“You know, I think you have them fooled, that’s for sure.” He smirked walking close to the door, by my ear. “And by the way, you should start calling me by my preferred name in front of them.” He whispered lowly, handing me some papers. “Hand these out to them and sit in the corner. You’ll find proper writing utensils on the corner table.”

“Of course.. Thank you..” I cleared my throat a little bit. “Uh Mr. Hood.”
I awkwardly said, before walking in and giving the proposals out to everyone.

This is going to be a long meeting.



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Having a ton of anxiety about work tonight

I’m really hoping the schedule was fixed and it’s not accurate to what I’m going to walk into. There is only me and the supervisor scheduled after 4:45… that’s impossible. Last week there were only 3 of us scheduled and then the other person got off at 7:45, leaving just me and the supervisor and we got out an hour and 45 minutes late and it was ridiculously stressful. Crossing my fingers that more people have been put on the schedule and I just don’t have the updated one…. but I don’t have high hopes. I’m scared! 

Wednesday Morning (Chanyeol x OC)

Description: Just a regular Wednesday morning for Chanyeol, his wife, and his ten month old daughter.


SooRi woke up to excited giggles and what she assumed was supposed to be quiet chattering. She turned to the empty spot in her bed before rolling out and going to the restroom and brushing her teeth. She tried to calm some of her wild strands of  hair, but shrugged and exited the bathroom, bedroom and making her way into the hallway of her spacious condo.

The laughter got louder as she approached her daughter’s nursery door, and she leaned against the doorframe with an amused grin on her face.

“Come on, Estee! I can’t teach you how to play the guitar if you keep trying to put it in your mouth!”

Estee, SooRi’s lively 10 month old daughter, was nestled in between her husband’s legs on the floor of the room. He had his acoustic guitar in front of them and was trying to get Estee’s attention to no avail as her eyes settled on her mother.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be trying to teach a 10 month old how to play something five times bigger than she is. She can barely grip a spoon by herself.”

Chanyeol smiled as he looked up at his wife, the wild brown strands messy, yet charming.

“You’re wrong about that. My baby girl is talented. Isn’t that right, my shining star?”

Chanyeol picked his squealing daughter up and planted a wet kiss on her fleshy cheek. He stepped over the child proof gate and planted a gentle kiss on his wife’s lips.

“And how are you this morning, angel?”

SooRi smiled and started walking towards the kitchen. “I’m good. How long have you been up?”

Chanyeol sat at the kitchen table, bouncing Estee on his knee as he watched SooRi prepare breakfast.

“Since like, 7:45? Estee was crying so I got up.”

“Did you change her?”


“Gave her a bottle.”


“Gave her the antibiotics for her ear infection?”



SooRi smirked as she plucked her chubby baby from Chanyeol’s arms.

“Go get it. I’ll give it to her.”

He smiled sheepishly as he jogged to the nursery. Estee smiled as her mother made eye contact with her.

“Daddy tries his best, but sometimes he doesn’t have the best memory. Forgive him.”

“Daddy might have a bad memory but his ears work just fine! Don’t say bad things about me to my little girl.”

SooRi chucked at Chanyeol’s face of mock sadness before she went back to cooking breakfast. After a few minutes and loud, frustrated cries from her baby, SooRi turned to the living room to see Chanyeol struggling to give Estee her medicine.

“Do you need help, honey?”

“No, babe, it’s fine. Don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“Well alright…”

After about five more minutes there was quiet singing and a calm baby. SooRi put the dishes on the table and walked over to her husband and daughter. Estee was calmly sitting in her father’s lap while Chanyeol sang to her and stroked her curly, dark hair.

“How’d you calm her down so fast?”

Chanyeol just smiled up at his wife. “Because I’m daddy.”

Breakfast was lively as always with SooRi almost spitting out her food as Chanyeol tried different ridiculous techniques to get Estee to eat. He even ate some of the blended baby food and tried to control the grimace on his face. After breakfast, they bathed Estee and settled her down for her afternoon nap. Chanyeol plopped down on the couch next to a freshly showered SooRi. He put is arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead.  

“Hey, angel. I’m going to the studio in about an hour, but I promise I’ll be back by 6:30. I’ll call if I’m going to be late, but Junmyeon hyung said rehearsal and the meeting won’t take long. I’ll pick up some dinner on the way home too, so text me what you want so I don’t forget.”

SooRi lazily ran her fingers up and down his arm. “That’s fine, my love. You know, you don’t have to be so thorough. Don’t get me wrong, I love how considerate you are, but Estee is older now and we’ve fallen into a good system. I’ll be fine with her.”

Chanyeol looked down at SooRi and his face took on a serious expression, something that was very different than his usual cheery personality.

“I know, but I want to be a good father and husband. I don’t want Estee growing up thinking that her musician dad never was around with her and her mom. I told the company that after I proposed to you and after you had Estee, you two are my priorities now.”

SooRi leaned up to kiss Chanyeol deeply, running her fingers through his thick strands of hair before pulling away.“

"I love you.”

Chanyeol opened his mouth as a laugh cry rang through the quiet condo. He sighed and stood up to go to the nursery.

“I love you too.”

Okay, so I'm making a list of tips I use to get about a 70 in your classes.

1: Fucking study. Not kidding. It works. If you walk home, stay after school in the library. Just. Rewrite your notes. Take out useless info. If you bus home, study in the kitchen or at the table. Definitely not in your room.

2: Download an app called Forest (for iPhone), or Self Control for Study (for android), or Cold Turkey (For PC and Mac) all of them block you from most or all websites and apps. You set a timer, and get to work.

3: Go see your teachers at lunch. They hate failing you! They want you to succeed. Just knock on their door. That’s why they stay in class at lunch. Not ‘cus it’s convenient. Take an active role in your education.

4: Work out. Download 7-Minute Workout. Do it, like, once a week. Or once a day.

5: Get breakfast. Eat the shit out of a chocolate muffin, who cares, just get some calories in you and activate your metabolism.


7: Get some “Me” time. That one day, where you don’t work, or have homework, or a test coming up, just do what you wanna do. Play X-Box. Sleep. Take a bath. Leave your backpack at school. Eat junk food. Be gross. Who cares? You’ve earned that blue moon chance.

8: Sleep right. This website - sleepyti.me lets you know, based on when you wake up, on when to sleep, or, based on if you went to be right now, when to wake up. I went to bed at 11:45, woke up at 6:45 ready to go. 7 perfect hours.

9: Eliminate useless stress. Like, “oh my god i have to do this and this and this and this.” Like, no. DON’T THINK LIKE THAT. You have to do this today, that tonight, that tomorrow, that’s due by friday, and then on saturday, I can do whatever.“ The destination is more important than the journey, in this case.

gi1gam3sh  asked:

13, 32, 45, 61

13. What time do you go to bed?
Haha, usually like 7:30pm. I wake up very very early for work.

32. Are you mad at anyone?
I’m not actively mad at anyone. I can forgive, but that doesn’t mean I forget I guess.

45. Do you believe exes can still be friends?
Sure! I’m still friends with my very first bf. It’s definitely not easy and I’m not sure every ex can be your friend.

61. Have you ever TPd someone’s house?
Noooooo! I was a good kid! Also my father woulda beat me.

So Many Stars (Ch. 3)

Pairing: Phan
Genre: Chaptered, English teachers in Japan AU
Word Count: 5,265
Description: Dan’s first day of school

Read Ch. 1 or Ch. 2

A/N: thank you everyone who’s reading this. i’m having a lot of fun writing it! chapter 4 should be up on tuesday (jan. 6). i hope you enjoy it!


On Sunday night, he made sure to set two alarms, one for 6:45 AM and one for 7:15. There was no way he was going to be late on his first day of work. He was unbelievably proud of himself when the first alarm went off on Monday morning and he actually got out of bed. New country, New Dan! he thought to himself.

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if i don’t get into the english class i’m waitlisted for for the fall, i literally have a block of classes from 2 until 9:30 on tuesday nights. if i get into the english class i want, i still have 7 and a half hours worth of classes on tuesday BUT i at least have a break from 3:30 to 4:45 where i can go home and grab dinner before another rousing four hours of classes 

Is college harder than high school?
  1. Homework. Homework in high school in my opinion was waaay too much. If you had AP classes or is currently in an AP class, you probably have a lot of homework and projects. I know for a fact that if you’re in  APUSH then you have to practice DBQ’s and FRQ’s all daaay loonngg. And in my opinion, it was too much for me. In college, I did not witness any bullshit homework we had to do. Each and every homework assignment I did was half of how much I did in high school, but again, it depends on the type of class you have. Science classes tend to have a lecture class and a lab class and each class may have different assignments and projects. But it’s best to do your best in college homework because it may be on the tests. 
  2. Tests. Tests in high school is waay easier. It’s usually multiple choice. But I’ve had many professors that don’t have mulitple choice questions on their tests. You studied your homework great, but you also have to study your notes, and read your textbook. If you can, ask your professor if you can record his lectures using a tape recorder or your phone. They will have questions from all the resources your professor has given you. If he recommended you a book to read about a certain topic, read it. Professors tend to try to trick kids who DIDN’T study. They try to confuse you with different names or nicknames of the specific topic. They trick kids with logic.. I know, shocker. But if you studied for it, then it will be somewhat easy. 
  3. Balancing time. College is SOO much easier when it comes to balancing time. I could have class Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. and use Tuesday and Thursday, Saturday to do homework, and go to work, or even internships. However it could be difficult if you don’t know how to control yourself from distractions. High school is a lot harder. High school for me was from 7:45 am-2:50 pm. Then if you had a sport or club, it was from 3 pm - 6 pm. So that gives you 4 hours (if you go to sleep at 10 pm) to go home, eat dinner, take a break, and study and do homework. I had no sleep that’s for sure.

To answer the title, I believe college is a lot easier than high school.

So do you think college is easier or harder than high school?

So, looking at my work schedule for next Friday–my birthday–and I’m on 2-7:45 pm. I did the mental math and my brain was like, “Hey, I could still go out for a drink after that.” But then my brain reminded me that I don’t drink and I don’t like going out and being social. …I seriously have no idea what the hell I’m doing for my birthday. ^^;

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When you’re making a movie about one of the most famous characters in fiction, you’ve got to do things a little differently. No one wants to see the same Dracula they’ve seen a thousand times before, a fact the makers of “Dracula Untold” — available to own now on Blu-ray, DVD and Digital HD — kept in mind while crafting this origin story.

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