Im working on categorizing materials in the lab (aka going through tagged excavation material and putting it in our database) and I encountered a phenomena of fellow Israeli archaeology students who find the word “charcoal” enigmatic and just cant for the life of them write it correctly. This is WAY too funny to keep to myself so enjoy a compilation of archaeologists who cannot correctly english the word “charcoal” (black boxes of death cover up excavation details):
A/N: Okay, first, only read if you’re 18+! This is
NSFW! Secondly, yes this lightly describes a sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by
relationship (I’m censoring this to keep it out of those tags). I just got
inspired. This does not reflect Tom in any way possible. It’s fiction. Lastly,
I decided to never mention Tom’s name in the story because I thought it would
add a mysterious tone. Other than that, enjoy.
This blog has grown into something I never imagined. It seems like yesterday that I was posting the first chapters of The City and of Weights & Measures. Sometimes I get really overwhelmed when I think about everything that has happened, especially in the last few months.
There are no words to describe how much it all means to me. You all have helped me keep going, not just as a writer but as a person. So many of you were there for me during one of the hardest periods of my life. Sending me messages that made my cry because I could feel every ounce of your love in your words. Making me suffer through all the jidevil posts you continue to tag me in.
I just hope that I can give back what you have given me. You all have helped me find my voice again. And I cannot thank you enough for that.
From the bottom of my heart, regardless if you are mentioned here or not, thank you. Everyone i interact with is a beautiful human being and I want to thank BTS for bringing us all together.
Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés
Word Count: 4000ish
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.
You ignore it.
It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’snot like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).
“Great job!” Bucky says, jogging to catch up to Steve Rogers as he leaves the office. “I thought those mock-ups were fantastic.”
“Oh, uh, thanks,” Steve says, adjusting his scarf. It, along with his puffy coat, look like they’re about to swallow him. It’s adorable.
“And your presentation was super polished. I was really impressed. I’m in sales—”
“I know you’re in sales,” Steve says.
Bucky tries not to read in that. “Yeah! Good. I was just tryin’ to say that um, we don’t see a lot of presentations that’re that polished. It was really refreshin’.”
Somehow, despite the scarf and coat and his thick-framed glasses, Steve manages to level Bucky with a Look. “Thanks,” he says.
“So are you, uh, gettin’ the F train?” Bucky asks. “I’ve seen you on it a few times. I take it every day,” he adds, hoping it doesn’t come out as creepy. It probably came out as creepy.
He waits a long moment then says, “Yeah, I’ll be on the F train.”
Bucky nods and keeps walking, pretty sure that Steve just wants him to shut up and leave him alone.
Of course, the one time he actually has an excuse to talk to Steve and he’s already worn out his welcome.
After a minute or so, Steve sighs. “Sorry,” he says. “I’m being a jerk.”
“No, no!” Bucky says. “It’s not a big, I mean, I’m the one who…”
“I was up all night working on the presentation,” Steve says. “I haven’t slept all night, and I didn’t shower, so I’m pretty embarrassed to even be talking to you.” He sort of shrinks down into his scarf.
“Oh jeez,” Bucky says, as they start down the staircase to the train station.
“So I promise that I’m more of a person sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” Bucky asks, swiping his card and going through the turnstiles, still close behind Steve.
Steve shrugs. “I’m not a people person,” he says.
“Better than a lizard in a person suit,” Bucky says. Steve shoots him another Look, but this time he’s… smiling a little.
“I guess,” he says.
They walk to the platform, Bucky happily surprised that Steve is letting him tag along, even if they are just standing in silence. When the train pulls up Steve walks in, then looks back towards Bucky and gestures for him to follow. Trying to keep his smile from getting too wide, Bucky scurries after him.
There are a few open seats and Steve drops into one with a huff. Bucky sits next to him, unable to keep from feeling a bit smug. He’s on the train next to his crush. Doesn’t get a whole lot better than that. “Where’s your stop?” Bucky asks.
“Neptune Avenue,” Steve says. “You?”
“Not too far from each other, all things considered,” Steve says, yawning.
“Nope!” Bucky says. He waits a long minute and then says, wringing his hands, “Maybe if you’re not busy we could—“
He almost jumps when Steve’s head hits his shoulder.
Bucky looks down and Steve is out, snoring and adorable, glasses askew. Bucky smiles and settles in. There’s no harm in letting Steve get some rest, and Bucky is sure that he won’t sleep for that long. Bucky hasn’t been able to do so much as take a cat nap on the train.
But then one stop goes by, and another. The car gets increasingly crowded but Steve remains asleep, soft hair tickling the edge of Bucky’s jaw.
Bucky realizes that Steve’s going to sleep through his stop. Of course, Bucky would have to wake him up to get off at Prospect Park, but given how easily Steve conked out the first time, there’s a pretty good chance that he’d just fall back asleep.
Prospect Park comes and goes, and Bucky stays in the train.
It’s not hard to sit and wait for Steve’s stop. The crowd thins out and things get more comfortable, so it’s actually pleasant. A few minutes before Neptune Avenue Bucky maneuvers himself around so that he can tap Steve’s shoulder. “Steve?” he asks. Steve grumbles and sort of rubs his head into Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky chuckles. “C’mon buddy, your stop is comin’ up,” Bucky says.
“Oh!” Steve says, sort of popping up. He’s got lines on the side of his face from Bucky’s jacket, and his glasses are completely askew. He looks over at Bucky and squints. “I slept?” he asks.
“The whole way,” Bucky says.
Steve clears his throat. “Your stop was…”
Bucky shrugs. “I’ll call an Uber or somethin’.”
“I’m such a jerk,” Steve says as he adjusts his glasses.
“No, no! I just… You’re tired. I didn’t want you to fall asleep again and miss your stop.”
The tinny voice that announces the stop says they’re approaching Neptune Avenue.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Steve says. “Meet me after work tomorrow, okay?” Steve asks, standing up.
“Really?” Bucky asks.
“Definitely,” Steve says. “Maybe we can both get off at Prospect Park,” he adds with a little grin, then scampers off the train. Bucky watches him as the doors close, grinning as Steve turns around to wave him goodbye.
“Wow,” Bucky mutters. “Lucky me.”
Then he realizes that they’re on their way to Coney Island and he groans.
I’d just like y’all to be aware that I put up an in-depth ⚠️warning on the blog description, NICE & SCARY LOOKIN’ so hopefully you 💖beautiful souls💖 won’t be too startled by the occasional *SUDDENLY, GORE!* posts I make from time to time.
It’s mostly doodles and fun little comics between friends and I, but the roots of both Cursetale and ComptonFell are twisted, 💀 so just keep that in mind!
If you’re easily repulsed or offended, thanks for reading this! You have a warning!💕
I’d tag my posts and keep them organized, but I’ve already made SO many posts that it’s impossible to go back through and find the appropriate ones to tag <:3c just be aware! Sensitive material does occasionally pop up!!
Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”
“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”
Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.
“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”
“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.
“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”
Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.
“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”
He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.
“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”
“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.
“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”
His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.
“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”
“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”
I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible.
“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded.
“Where do you want me?”
“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”
“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera.
I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.
“Well that was simple, what next?”
“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”
“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded.
“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”
“On top, right.”
He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat.
“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”
A laugh fell from my lips.
“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”
“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal.
“I did it! I actually did it!”
As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.
“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera.
“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”
“You did two positions!”
“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”
Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.
“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”
He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”
He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.
Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.
“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”
“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”
“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.
“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.
“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”
Both boys laughed.
“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”
“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.
“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”
“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”
Drabble Request by @starswirlblitz:Dean x angel!reader? In which dean plays with her wings and it
fluffish/steamy cause she’s ticklish but also has a sensitive spot that makes
her squeal sometimes? I hope that’s okay?
A/N: So… this didn’t really turn out as a drabble… I kinda woke up at 3 in the morning and had this itch to write this one and couldn’t go back to sleep until it was out of my head and that’s how you got a full-length oneshot out of this! Also, I just had to write Dean’s POV in first person. It wouldn’t work any other way. I think this is the first time I’ve posted anything in first person on this blog. I hope you like it!
You hoped you never got used to this. You wanted every time
to feel just like the first time. Maybe it was that it was a human act, or maybe
it was just Dean. Either way, you would never change a thing about any of these
Back when Castiel invited you along to help with the
Winchesters, you never dreamed that Dean would ever look at you as more than
Castiel’s little sister. You hadn’t known that you even wanted him to see you
as anything but an angel. Yet here you were, laying on top of him, feeling the rigid muscles of his body
move beneath yours. Bonding with your vessel and becoming one as Castiel had
with Jimmy had opened so many doors and opportunities for human feeling and
It was those very feelings and emotions that you been raised
to believe were weaknesses that you couldn’t get enough of now.
Dean’s lips captured yours in a breathtaking kiss. He always
had this effect over you. As soon as he pulled you into his room and locked the
door behind him, you were right on top of him. Vessels may contain your true
form, but it just added to the anticipation and intensity as you were forced to
slowly explore each new touch. Some angels saw humanity as a curse, but they
Even when your mind wasn’t clouded with Dean’s fingers
digging into your skin and his tongue tracing the seam of your lip, you still
saw the deliberate beauty of humanity.
If you know your friend, partner, or family member has dependency issues and they’ve made it clear to you that they have separation anxiety and would rather you tell them you don’t want to talk to them rather than ignore them, and you still ignore them, I’m sorry, but
You’re a piece of shit and they deserve so much better than you. I don’t care what the fuck your reason is. There literally can’t be a logical explanation as to why you can’t take a minute out of your day to text your loved one who’s MADE IT CLEAR THEY NEED THIS to tell them that you’re not ignoring them, you’re just not in the mood to talk.
I will reboot this post again before ACOWAR is released.
I will tag posts with spoilers as such, and include keep reading links in all posts with spoilers for a time.
There is absolutely no reason someone should have to hold back posting and sharing their excitement and thoughts so other bloggers don’t see spoilers. If you don’t want to risk seeing something too soon, then it’s up to you to block tags or stay off Tumblr.
You cannot put the entire fandom on standby mode for two-four weeks. That’s ridiculous.
We go through this with every single book release. So let’s just everyone do as they please, be considerate and polite, and go on like a normal, functioning fandom should.
In need some kind of extra curricular activity to keep you busy when you’re at home, or to put on your resume? Tired of seeing broken links littered throughout the tags, masterlists, and the library? Enjoy playing detective, keeping things organized, or just plain obsessively keeping up with your favorite phanfics?
Great, because The Phanfiction Catalogue needs your help!
Introducing Community Clean Up!
What is it?
An event where the whole of the Phanfiction Community can get involved helping us to fix broken links scattered throughout the catalogue! We’ll be attempting to clean up all of the broken links from deleted authors & fics, to url & site changes!
How does it work?
Approximately once a week, The Phanfiction Catalogue Admins will create and link to a spreadsheet detailing what links we will be fixing this week!
For example; This Week: Masterlists Beginning with the Letter A!
Every week will have a different category of links to be fixed, based on our tags, masterlists, and library categories!
Only find and fix links that fall under this category! This will help us to keep organized and work our way steadily through the blog in an orderly fashion!
How can I get involved?
Merely watch our Community Clean Up tag to find out what masterlists, tags, or library categories we’re working on this week, and go ahead and get fixing! Just remember to focus your attempts on the tag, masterlist, or library category we directed you towards, that way we are all able to focus our attention on cleaning up one category at a time!
Great, where do I get started?
Approximately every week, the Phanfiction Catalogue Admins will set up a new spreadsheet and make a post in the Community Clean Up tag describing what category we’ll be working on this week, and directing you straight to the google spreadsheet! We’ll make sure to reblog this throughout the week, with the Admins making the actual changes to the Phanfictioncatalogue.
Depending on how many broken links there are, and how quickly we’re able to keep up with your fixes, we’ll create a new spreadsheet about a week later, potentially longer, and lock the first spreadsheet for our eyes only while you guys set out to fix the next section of broken links!
How do I use the spreadsheet?
It’s super simple! We’ve outlined the categories across the top of the spreedsheet. All you have to do is fill in the necessary information! If you click on or hover over the cell containing the category you’re unsure about, an explanation will appear for what we mean by each category!
If the category is non applicable, please put an - . If you do not know the information, leave the space blank. This will allow you to point out broken links to other users, and let them and us know if you could not find the missing information.
Casual reminder to not post or reblog pictures from Danny’s high school yearbook, he never posted those pictures and he talked about how he hated school and also went through depression around that time, so how about we don’t be creepy and gawk at what are basically private pictures, okay?
Give Danny his privacy. He shares so much of himself, he’s entitled to keep some things out of the public eye.
(It’s okay if you didn’t know that he didn’t post them, but just go back and delete the posts/reblogs so they don’t get spread around. Thanks!)
’ Hi, everyone. I’m _____ and I like warm hugs! ’
’ Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled. ’
’ Whoa, whoa, whoa, put your feet down. ’
’ Seriously, were you raised in a barn? ’
’ You guys go and I’ll distract him. ’
’ This just got a lot more complicated. ’
’ Winter’s a good time to stay in and cuddle. ’
’ Yeah. I have a thick skull. ’
’ Are you all right? ’
’ I don’t have a skull. Or bones. ’
’ I can’t feel my legs! ’
’ Ooh, do me a favor and grab my butt. ’
’ It’s not nice to throw people! ’
’ What am I looking at here? ’
’ Why are you hanging from the earth by your feet like bats? ’
’ Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me? ’
’ Can I say something even crazier? Yes! ’
’ Shush! I’m trying to listen. ’
’ And who’s the funky looking donkey over there? ’
’ Oh they’re bo - oh! Okay. Makes things easier for me. ’
’ If only there was someone out there who loved you. ’
’ As thirteenth in line in my own kingdom, I didn’t stand a chance. ’
’ I knew, I’d have to marry into the throne somewhere. ’
’ What-what are you talking about? ’
’ You were so desperate for love, you were willing to marry me, just like that! ’
’ I figured after we married, I’d have to stage a little accident for ______. ’
’ You won’t get away with this! ’
’ Oh, I love it. It’s so cute. It like a little baby unicorn. ’
’ No! I don’t trust your judgement! ’
’ Excuse me? ’
’ Who marries a man they just met? ’
’ Some people are worth melting for. ’
’ Just maybe not right this second. ’
’ So, uh tell me. What made the Queen go all ice crazy? ’
’ Oh well, it was all my fault. ’
’ Wait, you got engaged to someone you just met that day? ’
’ Anyway I got mad and so she got mad and then she tried to walk away. ’
’ Hang on, you mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day? ’
’ Didn’t your parents ever warn you about strangers? ’
’ The cold never bothered me anyway. ’
’ Do you think you could show us the way? ’
’ How does this work? ’
’ Try and focus here. ’
’ I don’t know why, but I’ve always loved the idea of summer. ’
’ I’m guessing you don’t have much experience with heat. ’
’ The party is over. Close the gates. ’
’ Please! I can’t live like this anymore! ’
’ What did I ever do to you? ’
’ Why? Why do you shut me out? ’
’ Why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of? ’
’ I knew there was something dubious going on here. ’
’ You are a sight for sore eyes. ’
’ Hey, whoa, I don’t even recognize you. ’
’ I don’t even recognize you. You’ve lost so much weight. ’
’ I understand you’re love experts. ’
’ Why aren’t you running? ’
’ May I? We me? I mean, may we? Wait, what? ’
’ Ahh, and I just paid it off! ’
’ You almost set me on fire! ’
’ Whoa. Now that’s ice. I might cry. ’
’ Whoa, so this is heat. I love it. ’
’ Now we just have to survive this blizzard. ’
’ I’ll replace your sled, and everything in it. ’
’ I understand if you don’t want to help me anymore. ’
’ In fact, this whole thing’s ruined me for helping anyone ever again. ’
’ But you won’t get your new sled if she’s dead. ’
’ Sometimes I really don’t like you. ’
’ You are? I mean, sure, I’ll let you tag along. ’
’ Whoa, you really don’t know anything about love, do you? ’
’ You want to talk about a problem? I sell ice for a living. ’
’ Ooh, that’s a rough business to be in right now. ’
’ I’m awkward, you’re gorgeous. Wait what? ’
’ What? I just fell off a cliff. You should see your hair. ’
’ No! No, I’m going to keep my clothes on. ’
’ The only frozen heart around here is yours. ’
’ I got it, I got it. I don’t got it, I don’t got it. ’
’ Hands down, this is the best day of my life. ’
’ I don’t know, come through here recently? ’
’ The only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear. ’
’ Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn’t have to be a snowman. ’
’ You, is there sorcery in you, too? Are you a monster, too? ’
’ That’s a first. Oh, you should probably wait out here. ’
’ I just can’t! The sky’s awake so I’m awake. So we have to play! ’
’ I’m thinking maybe some crimson, chartreuse. ’
’ How about yellow? No, not yellow. Yellow and snow? ’
’ I’ve only got one rope and you don’t know how to climb mountains. ’
’ You’re gonna kill yourself. I wouldn’t put my foot there. ’
’ I’m just blocking you out because I gotta concentrate here. ’
’ Nobody wants to be alone. Except maybe you. ’
’ I’m not alone. I have friends, remember? ’
’ Please tell me I’m almost there. ’
’ You kind of set off an eternal winter everywhere. ’
’ Does the air seem a bit thin to you up here? ’
’ Do you happen to have any ideas? ’
’ Love… is… putting someone else’s needs before yours. ’
Bellarke au where they're bffs from childhood and are the same age? (Assuming those exist lol)
anon said: I really want to read some fics where B and C grow up together through the years or maybe just meet a few times throughout the years. Not necessarily flashbacks but more ‘check ins’ when they are at certain ages.
The fourth time Ronan hugs Adam, neither of them know it will probably be a while till it happens again.
Ronan lies on Adam’s small bed in his new dorm room. He’d promptly thrown himself onto it, with a heavy sigh, after putting on Adam’s new bed sheets for him. Adam’s roommate would not be arriving until the next day so Adam would have the room to himself for the night. Now, Adam can feel Ronan’s eyes on his back as he places the last of his clothes in his new tiny wardrobe. He smiles to himself picturing the other boy’s expression - brows furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed, gaze intense as he studies Adam’s movements. Classic, Lynch.
He turns to look at Ronan over his shoulder and his smile widens at the thought of him being so attuned to Ronan’s expressions. He picks his way through the empty storage boxes they’d used to carry his things up scattered over the floor, and sits himself on the edge of the bed next to Ronan. Ronan’s expression softens, and Adam is once again struck by how Ronan is always able to ease the sharp and savagely handsome lines in his face into more smoother edges when he looks at him. He wonder’s what his face looks like when he looks at Ronan. He doubts his gaze is able to convey the way his heart races with some unknown force whenever he looks at Ronan (really looks at him). Or the way his mind clears and settles when he’s touching him - like the way his hip is pressed against Ronan’s right now.
so I’ve like realized that I have semi-strict parents in the past. but i guess i never really understood how strict they really were. and going through the tag is reallyyyyy hitting close to home. like I’ve always figured “well other parents do it too” so I like normalized it.
1. I can lie through my teeth and keep it up for a long time. I lie even when I have no need too. I’ve even caught myself lying to friends or peers just because I’m use to it.
2. I have such a need to please everyone because I always felt the need to please my parents. If I disappoint someone it will crush me forever. I will forever think of how I didn’t satisfy that person.
3. I have trouble handling myself. I mean when I’m on my own and making decisions without my parents I don’t know what to do sometimes. Because I’ve had most of them made for me
4. When I get the slightest bit of freedom, I run with it. I will take that little inch and destroy myself. I get so overwhelmed with it that I just crack.
5. I’m afraid of the real world. I’m 16 and I don’t have any work experience. I don’t know how to fill out an application, I’m terrified that I’ll mess it up. I’m afraid I’ll get the job and be terrible and then I’ll get fired… I’m scared for life
6. I respect anyone that is older than me. I don’t care if you are 1 day older than me or 25 years older than me. I will treat you with respect and kindness for the sole reason that you are older than me.
7. I know when to delete text messages and Snapchats because they check my phone. Whenever my mom checks it even though 99% of the time there’s nothing on there. I’m afraid I’ll never get it back or that she’ll find something and make it a bigger deal that it really is.
Lying awake in a motel, you breathed in and out. Sat upright and facing the window, where a few muffled shouts of drunk people occasionally sounded. You sighed, glancing at your Uncle and Dad who were both fast asleep. Dad wasn’t overly keen on the idea of you tagging along to hunt a demon, especially since that night… But you insisted on him at least taking you. He gave in, most likely not wanting to fight over it rather than agreeing with you. You hadn’t thought about Max for a few days. You still missed her. Of course you did. Seeing your Dad and Uncle together, as siblings, it reminded you of her. Especially with their Mum back.
You were staring absentmindedly at nothing in particular when your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Swiping it away before it woke anyone up you looked at the caller ID and sighed. He was calling you again, the last voice mail was supposed to be the final one. He told you he’d leave you alone. He told you- ‘1 new voice mail’ You read the words on the screen, again for safe measure. Your finger hovered over ‘play’ as you reached for your headphones. Only, something made you stop. Realisation perhaps,you were a curious person, but this wasn’t right. It’s not lying if you don’t listen to the messages.
When your Dad and Uncle finally woke up you were fully dressed, reading through some articles on your phone. Dad’s eyes landed on you, then fell to the barely creased duvet and he sighed, perching on the edge of the bed next to you. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He asked softly, not giving you room to escape the question. You shook your head, not looking at him. “You’re gonna need energy if you want to help on this hunt.” He subtly lectured you. “I know…” “Y.N, I know it’s hard. But you’re going to have to focus for me, focus on the hunt and nothing else…Just, try not to get too worked up, love.” He gave you a quick side hug, holding you close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. When he stood up, he held his hand on your shoulder for a second before going to the bathroom.
“Hey, Kiddo.” Uncle Dean sat down next to you this time. You felt stupid, like you needed some kind of constant reassurance. “You okay?” He asked, nudging you with his elbow lightly. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded, smiling lightly. “As crazy as this sounds, Sammy’s died before. I know what it feels like to be without your sibling. I know how tough it is.” “But he came back.” You fiddled with your thumbs. “Yeah he did…But it’s the same pain you’re going through.” “Not if they didn’t come back it isn’t.” You chuckle bitterly, not sure whether to laugh or to cry. ”Your Dad; struggling as much as you are, Y/N. He’s lost one of his Daughters. I’ve lost one of my Nieces. Yeah, we didn’t meet her, but she was still our family….I’m sorry, kid…” At that moment your Dad wandered back into the room, Uncle Dean looked up before saying “Come on, let’s meet this Hunter. That should take your mind off things.”
“I’m not mourning her.”You said, putting your phone in your pocket and rising from the bed to gab your jacket. “I’m just…so much has changed for me. When too much happens and I get overwhelmed my go-to is…was…my sister. I’m not mourning. I’m just trying to cope.”
Your Dad nodded seriously, doing his best to understand your situation. “You’ve been through a hell of a lot, kid. You are coping.” He ruffled your hair when you walked past, making you crack a smile. “See?” He noted your smile “You’ve just gotta keep doing that.”
“Mandy?” Uncle Dean read the Waitresses name-tag “That short for Amanda?” “Obviously.” You mumbled, realising she’d said it at the same time and sharing a smile with her. “Can I get you anything?” She asked, smiling at you. “Just a tea, thanks.” You smiled, ignoring Uncle Dean’s offended stares. “Hey uh, what’s the wifi password?” Your Dad looked up from his tablet. “Extra cheese.” “No thanks I’ll just have normal.” Uncle Dean butted in, not understanding. “No..that’s the wifi password.” “Oh…” “And anything for you, handsome?” You almost laughed out-loud when she flirted her way through to Cas, noting down his meal as slowly as possible while she thought of something to say.
When she walked away you chuckled, eyeing Cas’ confused face. He shot you a frown, but you didn’t say anything as you continued to smile. You got your phone out, typing “extra cheese” before…one bar??? You scoffed at the awful wifi,putting your phone away. You wouldn’t get far with that.
“The internet here sucks, but I’ve found some things that might help us with the case. So-” Your Dad began, only to be cut off by Uncle Dean. “Yeah no one cares. Okay Cas, you’ve gotta get in there. This good be some really good practice for you.” “Kill me.” You whispered to yourself, sinking into your chair, making your Dd chuckle. “And the upside? They always smell like food.” Uncle Dean declared, making you grimace: “That’s disgusting…in what uncultured alternate universe is that an upside?” You questioned. “Food?!” Uncle Dean couldn’t possibly see how it wasn’t an upside. “Upside? That they smell like food?” Your Dad scrunched up his face in disgust, joining in with your side while Mary sat in between, watching with a tolerant stance.
“Okay, screens down. Eyes up!” Mary declared, almost making you jump. “Sorry…” Everyone looked down, sat up straight and shifted awkwardly in their seats. “Okay. Good.” Mary nodded. “So uh…You guys have met those fancy Men Of Letters?” Wally asked, although he seemed to be aiming the question at you. Wally was the Hunter who asked for help with the case, he’d contacted Mary who’d brought the four of you into it. “You mean the British Men Of Letters?” “I lived with them. So yeah.” You nodded, raising your eyebrows. “And yet your Dad’s a Winchester?” he was curious, not rude, so you answered him. “Yeah…My Mum was English so I grew up in Europe.” “In London?” He seemed fascinated. “Yep. It’s pretty dull, but foreigners seem to like it.” “I’ll bet.” “Yeah…”
“Those guys have gadgets, but they kept my Niece from me and they tried to kill my Brother.” Uncle Dean grumbled, you gave a tight smile, feeling like a slight outcast as they spoke about American Hunting as though it deserved it’s own trade mark symbol. You hadn’t realised, but your Dad was eyeing your reactions.
Spraycan in hand, you drew out a circle, adding in the runes and symbols to trap the demon that would hopefully fall into it’s centre. When you stepped back your Dad threw a rug over it and watched as you tied your shoe laces, wondering if he should bring it up or not. To his surprise, you said it instead: “Stay behind me? Don’t do anything stupid? Be safe?” You guessed his words, crossing your arms slightly.
With a disapproving look, he nodded. “What? You say it every time!”
“And I mean it every time!” He retaliated. Only, his voice was more harsh than you thought it would be. You backed up slightly, aware you’d crossed some sort of line. “…Y/N, I’m sorry…I’m just worried about you…” He looked down guiltily. “I know…I’m sorry too. I’ll stay behind you guys.” You exclaimed, offering a tight smile. He nodded before saying “Okay, everything’s gonna be just fine.”
But, it really wasn’t.
After a few minutes of positioning yourselves you decided on your stations- Wally was outside in case he came from a different entrance, Uncle Dean was in the doorway, his gun aimed towards the front door, fully loaded with demon-trap bullets, Dad was at the side of the front door, prepared for a different angle of attack, Cas was behind and Mary to the side. You were next to Mary where she had hand out to stop you from going any nearer towards the door. As much as you appreciated their determination to keep you out of harms way, you were a little irritated by the over protectiveness of everyone. However, you’d told your Dad you’d stay back so that’s exactly what you did.
Seconds after you’d sharpened your knife, a faint whistling could be heard. Everyone shared a look and you all prepared for impact. The whistling grew louder and you knew something was wrong. The way he seemed to whistle was too confident, too repetitive. He knew- you were sure of it -he knew you were in there. Before you had a chance to test this theory, he opened the door, tilting his head at Uncle Dean. “Why the hell are you in my house?” The demon snarled.
Uncle Den fired, ignoring the question, yet, despite the bullet going straight through him, he didn’t seem at all phased. Chuckling slightly he stepped forward, Uncle Dean shot again but nothing happened. There were no signs of pain let alone death. The demon kicked away the carpet, revealing the devil’s trap you’d spray-painted earlier. “Hunters.” He spat.
In an attempt to rid of the demon, your Dad attacked from behind, digging his demon-blade into the back of his vessel. Again, no result. The demon opened his mouth to speak, but he changed his mind when his eyes landed on Cas: “Angel”. With a deathly stare he marched straight for Cas, pushing Uncle Dean and Mary out of the way. He threw Cas to the floor and a fight kicked off. You weren’t sure what was going on with your Dad and Uncle, but by the sounds of it they were occupied with demons of their own.
Focusing on the demon in the room with you, you swung your blade at him, dodging when he tried to hit you back. He threw you to the floor without making contact, a thrust of his hand and you were down. Mary raced over to you, trying to help you back up only soon she was sent backwards as well. “Hiya sweetheart.” The man grinned, his eyes flashing a flaming yellow as he stared down at Mary. With Cas back on his feet he distracted the demon, giving you and Mary time to recover. Rising from the floor and ignoring the pain in your hand, which must have been a broken wrist or something, you raced reached out for your blade which had fallen from your grip.
As you managed to grasp hold of it you heard a deafening smash to see Cas being sent crashing through the window out on to the garden. “Run!” Cas managed, shouting at you and Mary. Mary nodded and grabbed hold of your upper arm, dragging you away from the scene.”I’m not leaving him.” You bitterly declared as you tugged yourself away from her grip, chasing after Cas.
As you raced down the stairs, just dodging a demon as they tried to shove past you. You ignored the shouts of your Dad and Uncle, determined to get to Cas in time. “Hey!” You shouted. The demon was stood above Cas, holding some sort of spear. When he lowered it towards his body you practically screamed at him to stop, sprinting towards the scene. The weapon stabbed through Castiel’s body, making him cry out in pain. You raced over, attacking the demon with the same defenseless blade because that was all you had- and you had to do something.
“Y/N…” Cas managed before the sound of a car cut him off. You looked up to see Mary coming to a halt and leaping out of the car. “What happened?” She asked, kneeling down next to you and Cas. “He stabbed Cas with…I don’t know what it was.” You shook your head, looking about the place in case he was coming back.
“We need to go, we can’t stay here.” You insisted. “Yes, go” Cas nodded in attempt to keep you both safe. Mary shared a look with you and you grabbed one of Cas’ arms each, heaving him off the ground and into the car.
You sat in the back with him, blood was pouring on your hands, but you kept pressure on his wound, ignoring the river of red. Cas was shivering in your arms, his whole vessel breaking up. “You’re gonna be fine.” You assured him, changing hands on the wound. Orbiting the gash were lots of vein-like black lines slowly seeping their way along his skin. You watched in shock, having never seen anything like it, but made sure your face didn’t show it as not to frighten him.
“Let’s go in here.” Mary suggested, parking just outside some sort of barn house. You nodded, trying your best to help Cas out of the car while still keeping the cloth on his wound.
You and Mary helped Cas into the barn-house, an arm each round your shoulders as you gently laid him on the floor, leaning against an old trough. “Cas, hey come on. Stay with me.” You held his face, looking into him desperately as he struggled to fine his bearings. Mary’s phone rang so she stood up away from you both: “Yeah…take a left and keep going…we’re at an old farm house…yeah she’s with me….she’s fine, but….it’s Cas…”.
Your wrist had bruised slightly, swelling a little. You grimaced slightly at the pain, but focused on Cas. Kneeling down next to him, you felt helpless, you didn’t know what kind of magic that was, but it wasn’t a regular wound. “Y/N, come here.” Mary’s stern voice made you pull yourself away from the injured to see what she wanted.
You both turned away from Cas and spoke in hushed voices “How bad is it?” She asked. “Pretty bad…I’ve never seen anything like it…It’s some sort of magic that’s for sure.” She sighed and looked down “We need to do something.” “I know…I just don’t know what.”
At that moment the door swung open and your Dad and Uncle walked straight over to you both. You pulled your sleeve down over your wrist as not to worry anyone and slipped away from the huddle to check on Cas. “Hey, love.” You whispered, feeling your eyes want to cry. You blinked away the urges, smiling comfortingly at him. “Y/N…you’re hurt.” He nodded at your wrist and you almost laughed. “Cas, that’s the least of my worries right now.” He cried out, shouting in agony, his body jolting a little.
“Cas?!” Uncle Dean’s worried voice grew closer as he knelt down opposite to you. You looked at each other with worried eyes. “Sam.” He ordered, clearing his throat before adding “Sammy.”
Dad looked towards where you were both crouched over Cas’ wounded body and hurried over. He knelt down next to you, placing one hand gingerly on your back. “Cas..?” His tone of voice said it all. It was bad. And there was nothing you could-
“You idiots. You’re all going to die.”
Looking up, you frowned at the man. It was Crowley- King Of Hell. He stepped forward and looked down at Cas with an unreadable expression. “What happened?” “He got stabbed with some sort of silver-tipped spear thing.” You said, not taking your eyes away from his wound. The vein-like structures had grown in length significantly, now curving towards his face along his neck. It was apocalyptic.
“Not a spear, a lance.” Crowley corrected you. “Hold on a second,” Your Dad rose from his position in thought “Those other demons were yours.” “Obviously.” You frowned. “They were my demons. Only they were there to keep others out. You should never mess with…” Crowley sighed and paused, considering his next words. “Does the name Ramiel mean anything to you?” You shook your head, a chorus of “no”’s erupted from the rest interrupted by a “yes”. Turning to look at Cas, he adjusted himself slightly, wincing, “Prince Of Hell.”
You weren’t one hundred percent sure what a Prince Of Hell was, but it didn’t sound good. Crowley explained the story of Ramiel, his offer to give Crowley the throne and his wish to be left alone. When he was finished you asked “Can you help him?”
Crowley shook his head “There is no cure.”
“There has to be! If you can trap Lucifer you fix a wound!” You shouted at him, making him jump at your sudden increase in volume. “I’m…sorry. But there’s nothing you can do.”
“Help us or get the hell out of here.” Uncle Dean demanded, standing right up against him menacingly.
You stayed next to Cas, leaning against a hay barrel looking defeated. Dad, Mary and Uncle Dean were discussing something about a plan. You got out you blade and sharpened it, contemplating going outside. “Y/N.” At the mention of your name you rose to your feet, giving Cas a reassuring smile before joining your Father. “Yeah?” “You ready?” “Why, what’s the plan?” “Hit him with all you got.” Uncle Dean crossed his arms proudly. “But he’s a Prince Of Hell, surely “everything we got” will just go straight through him?” You raised an eyebrow, aware you weren’t being overly optimistic.
“We’ve got to do something.” Mary cleared her throat “And this is that something, if you’ve got a better idea I’d love to hear it.” “That’s not what I meant…” “We know,” Dad offered a tight smile “Just be safe.” He squeezed your hand and you turned round to see Cas coughing and spluttering.
“You have to go.” Cas managed, his voice weak yet still of authority. “Cas…” You didn’t know what else to say.
“I mean it. Save yourselves and run. I love you,” He paused, taking a deep breath “I love all of you. You’re my family.” You smiled through teary eyes. “Please. Please don’t let my last moments be spent watching you die.”
Your heart broke and ached at the sight of him. Your mind trailed back to when you’d first met and he healed your foot for you, it was a small and yet kind gesture. He’d used his healing powers for you and you had none to give in return.
“No…Cas. We’re not going anywhere. We’re not leaving you.” Uncle Dean declared decisively. “We’re fighting for you Cas.” Dad agreed “And we’re not going to leave you.”
If Dad had anything more to say he was cut off by a crash, you all turned to see Crowley’s body hunched over. He’d been thrown in by…it must have been Ramiel.
As if on cue, his whistle sounded once more as he walked into the barn. “Evening.” He grinned, his eyes falling on you for a second, then to Cas. You stepped closer to Cas, ready to defend him.
Uncle Dean held up his lighter and dropped it, causing a ring of fire to arise round the Prince Of Hell. “Cosy.” Ramiel didn’t seem to be overly phased which made you wonder if he could escape. “You know we wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t just left me alone.” He snarled. “Anyway,” he glared at all of you “You’ve stolen something from me. if I don’t get that back within thirty seconds…well…we’ll see, won’t we?” You shared a look of confusion with your Dad,before turning to the rest. “Stolen?” You echoed, trying your best to make it sound like it wasn’t a lie…which no doubt made it sound like a lie. Ramiel nodded “I don’t know which one of you it was, or if it was all of you. But I want it back.” He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a pocketwatch, starting the timer.
“Look, we don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Uncle Dean tried his best, but there was no stopping him now. “Twenty seconds.” “I’m serious. No clue.” Uncle Dean’s voice became louder as the tension in the room rose. “Ten seconds.” You looked at your Dad, then to Uncle Dean, then to Cas. All of which were waiting on something, looking more and more worried. Your eyes then fell on Mary who was staring back at Ramiel, she seemed to be ignoring your eyes. “Three.″ You swallowed. “Two.″ He stepped forward. “One.”
Confidently, his hands reached above his head where the Lance appeared through a clouded mist. He slammed it onto the ground, making you almost lose your footing and putting the fire out so he could escape.
Time to fight.
Everyone was instantly on the move, swinging blades and shooting bullets. He wasn’t disturbed by anything. Yet, you still kicked him off Uncle Dean, ducking under his incoming fist. As you parried to the left, Dad stabbed his back with a demon blade, making Ramiel’s attention turn elsewhere. With his back turned, Mary also stabbed him, only he was fast and had her on the floor in seconds.
You backed away, aware he had the Lance still firmly in his grip. He held it out in front of you, taking it back to swing at you. You twisted your body so it just missed and grabbed hold of the sides, now fighting to take it from his grasp. You struggled as your wrist was still bruised up and no doubt broken in places so your Dad held on too, allowing you to let go to kick Ramiel’s chest, separating him from his weapon.
Your Dad then swung and plunged the blade through his chest. He gasped in pain, stumbling backwards slightly before shouting out. His call fell to nothing as his body crumbled into nothing but a hazy mist of blackness. Everyone relaxed and caught their breath, staring at where Ramiel was just stood.
A series of coughing and spluttering made you all race over to Cas. You knet down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He struggled to take his next breath, his body jolting with spasms. The next series of coughing made some sort of black substance seep through his lips. Gasping for air, his body stiffened.
You stared at him, his eyes becoming more and more lifeless as the seconds went by, everyone else was staring in silence. You then tore your eyes away to see Crowley holding the Lance, he looked up at you, holding your gaze a moment before looking back down at it. He then grasped hold tightly of either side and snapped the handle in two.
Some sort of blue orb of light erupted from the break, making you look away. It shined so bright the room disappeared from your vision before going back to normality. When you looked down at Cas he was perfectly fine, his face still had a few scratches, but his wounds were healed and there was no sign of infection of any kind.
“It’s all in the rune work.” Crowley broke the silence “Oh..you’re welcome.”
“Yes.” Cas nodded slowly before saying “What did he mean…about somebody stealing something?”
A few seconds of silence broke out when Uncle Dean sighed “Who knows what that crazy man was talking about. Come on, let’s go home.”
On the way back to the Impala, you walked behind the rest, your hand running over your wrist. It had purples splotches over it with red tinges round the edges of them. You din’t notice your Dad fall behind until he spoke “Your wrist okay?” You nearly jumped when he said so, but cleared your throat before nodding “Yeah…it’ll heal.” You tugged your sleeve over it and looked at your feet, paying attention to each step you took. “I’ll get you a bandage when we get back.” Dad offered, trying his best not to keep going on about it and yet remain worried.
“How’re you holding up?” He asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and slowing to a halt. This forced you to do the same. “I’m…” You chose your words carefully “Okay.”
“Yeah…I mean, as strange as it sounds hunting kinda helps. It takes my mind of things.
“Yeah no I get that.” He nodded. You looked over to see Uncle Dean and Mary leaning against Baby, talking about the case no doubt.
“Has uh…Mick been in contact since last time?”
You thought about it before shaking your head. “No…he’s been quiet.”
“Too quiet, or just quiet?”
“I don’t know yet… But he’s not stupid. Mr K and Toni are ignorant, but Mick’s brain doesn’t work like that. He’s just insistent.”
Dad nodded, probably clueless as to what he could say.
“They never had intentions of keeping me as part of the Men Of Letters. A few changed their minds over time….especially when…when Max died. Mick was one of the only ones who kept the promise of letting me go.” When you noticed your Dad’s face you added “I’m not defending him. I’m just…I don’t know…”
“No, that’s okay. I get what you’re saying. We just don’t particularly trust them.” Dad explained.
“Yeah…frankly they don’t trust each other so it’s a wise decision.”
He chuckled halfheartedly, before sighing. “So you’re okay with this? With being moved to another country…another continent…with a new family…It must be a lot to take in.” Dad empathised. It made sense that he was talking about this now, you probably wouldn’t have opened up as much when you first met.
“There’s no hunting in England. Everything’s surveyed…I never really did much field work until now-” “Really? You’re a pretty impressive Hunter for someone who hasn’t done so before.” “They train you pretty good. Plus Mum let me hunt with her sometimes.” You smiled at the memory. Whenever Mum got a whiff of a possible Hunt you’d practically beg to go with her. “If I stayed in England, then I wouldn’t even have a family…It’s better here…even if you guys don’t have Marmite.” Your Dad threw you a funny look and you couldn’t help but smile. “What?” He frowned, a smirk growing on his lips. “Hey don’t look at me, you love it or you hate it.” You chuckled, turning to head back to the Impala.
“What?” He followed you like a dog, curious to what you were talking about.
“You guys don’t have jaffa cakes either..” Your mind was now going through a list of food you hadn’t seen in a while. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dad admitted, but he was enjoying your ramble none the less. “Or curry…how can you not have curry?!” Your Dad was grinning at you,his eyebrows raised as you mumbled to yourself- your face screwed up in thought “And Yorkshire’s! How could I forget Yorkshires..”
Do you have any advice for starting a studygram? Yours is such an inspiration!
Hey! Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! I hit 103,000 followers this morning and I feel so excited. I’ve been in a great mood all day but it is so crazy yet amazing! Anyway, I’ll kind of start from the beginning and go through with some tips!
create a cool username - generally, study related is going to be best for a studygram! If you’ve got a Tumblr, you can always use the same username. I tried but just ‘emmastudies’ was taken and deleted so I opted for the next best option!
organise your profile - personalised icon are really popular on Instagram, so you could make one and save it to your phone. Canva.com and flaticon.com are great sites for icons! Some people use their own photos or a selfie so just make sure it’s high quality! Your bio is important too. You can design it any way you like. Most people will include their name and education level/system (high school, university, etc). This is completely up to you. If you want to have the gaps between like mine (@emmastudiess), type it on your notes and then copy + paste. Remember to add in your website if you have one!
develop a feed that you like!! - some people place a lot of emphasis on having an “aesthetic feed” but I feel like whilst it plays a part, it isn’t everything. I think it’s more important to have similar(ish) photos rather than everything being exactly the same. My feed is similar between photos but isn’t absolutely identical. I often will have photos that look brighter than the others, etc, and I’ve come to a point where it doesn’t bother me. I used to be extremely conscious about my feed and wanted it to be heavily edited like some other accounts but I felt it was unnatural and too washed out so I do a very very simple editing process now. If you’ve followed me for a good couple of months, you may remember a while ago I had a little break from Instagram because I got so stressed about my feed. It so wasn’t worth it and after people said “we like natural!”, “you don’t have to make it perfect”, it made me feel much better. It is more important to take just take normal photos that are high quality than get stressed about having “the perfect feed”. I did a post on how I edit my Instagram pictures which you can see here!
take good quality photos - I use an iPhone 6 so anything you can have is great! Try to maximise natural lighting in each picture. I don’t use any third-party apps for editing since I feel they dramatically reduce the quality of each photo but that is up to you. Here are some other tips for pictures!
be active in the studygram community - follow anyone you find inspiration. You may be lucky to get some follow backs. I try to check out any studygrams that follow me! Like and comment on photos that you like. I would recommend taking caution when commenting on photos, especially if you’re doing it mainly for getting recognition out of it. It can sometimes come across as ingenuine if you’re commenting on a million posts a day. But commenting and engaging with posts that you do actually like is great. I try to leave a few comments on posts that I particularly like each day!
use hashtags - this is a great way to promote your photos! Go with the most popular like #study #studygram #school #studies #studyinstagram. I will often hashtag what is in my photos, for example #muji or #bulletjournal. You could even make a hashtag for just your posts.
tag brands - this is another good way to get your posts noticed. If someone is checking out a brand’s Instagram, they may go through the tagged photos to use their products in action.
be relatable - I think this is super important. I’m always myself on Instagram. If you’ve watched my livestreams, you’ll know I seem to ramble on and on about random topics! I try to keep my entire Instagram genuine and real. I’m just a normal girl and I want people to see me that way! People love to connect with a real persona!
interact with your followers - this is so important and actually really fun! I love replying to comments, messaging with others and helping where I can! I feel so lucky to be able to interact with a whole load of different people each day. It is truly the most awesome thing of social media!
post regularly - this doesn’t necessarily mean every single day! I post once a day but even once every two or three is enough. Obviously, the more active you are, the quicker you’ll gain followers.
I hope this helps! I feel it is really important to remember that social media isn’t everything and you shouldn’t place so much emphasis on it. As I mentioned I got very worked up a while ago about it but now I’m very casual about it and try not to like anything get to me in that sense. It is so important to note that followers aren’t everything! They’re awesome to have but if you’re gaining slowly, don’t beat yourself up about it! We all started small! Again, I hope this has helped! xx