i want it to be august already

august 2, 2017

wOW i can’t believe its august already wth ?? sinCe the v much dreaded junior year starts for me in a few weeks, i made this spread as a way to remind myself on some v v general things! some arent even goals tbh just things i want to keep in mind :’) i named it goals before i wrote stuff down so thats why it makes no sense ahfahas i blurred out a lot bc they’re rly personal ahahha

Is it just me or is there something going on here?

First we have @therealjacksepticeye as Anti with his words:

‘s͎̰͈͢͢o̯̪̘̼̙͍̙͖ ̼͙̻͍̕c̳̘̲͕̞̗o̶̫̱̥n̙̝͎͜͟c͚̤͠e͟͏̯r̫ṇ̝͙̀̕͠e͈͚̘̱̤͡d̴͏̗̙̞͙͚̝ ͇̙͞f̧̮̠̥o̲̠̖̗͞ŕ̯̟ ̷̘̱̰y̝͚̞͇̫̮̲o̵̩͈͝u̸̻̺̫̯̩̩̣͈͚r̺̩͢ ̪̰̼͚̙͔͘l̪̝̳͚̺͖̝i̵̦͙̥̩̺̝̖̠̰t̨̹͔̀͘t͖̻̞͈̰̗͈̘̞l̢̜͓͞e̵͉͈̮̣̭͓̪͕͜ ̳̩̻̝̭̪͟͜͞b̝̠̣̜o̫̻̠͎̖̻ͅy̨̼̜̗͍͍͙͔̦ 

p͏̧̹̭̫͠a̭͓̟̦͙̺̝̳͜ỳ̸̬̮̟ ҉̢̹̹a̢̲̪̲͇t̺͓͕̱̦̗͖͜͡ͅt҉̞͖̫̪e̟̗̣̦̲n̡̦͔̼͔͎̱͡t̶̢͖͈̱̯̣͈͍i̴̱̲̬̥̗̰̰̠̺͘͢o͍̱̹̦̟͍̳̼͞n̪̳͈̖̯͇͙͝ ̨̯̺̮͡n̢͓͍̞̞͇͓͎e̬͇̣̞̣͇̝x̸̺̙͈̺̫̜͈͙͡t̴̶̯̣̞ ̹͕̩͙̰̩͘t̢͇̮̯̠͉̤̭̟̪i̶̧̯̲͞m̧̤̤͜͞e̠̥͕̠̯ 

w͈͍͘͢͠h҉̵̙̘͠o͓̼̙̥̜s̟̦̜̙͈ṇ̴̩͠e̶̳̘͇͇͘͞x̫̯͓͙͓̱͞ͅt̠͖̬͞?͎̦̲͜’

Which leads up to @crankgameplays in his words:

‘I feel strange’

‘There’s something inside that wants to get out’

And last we have @markiplier with his words:

'Oh the places we will go…’

Do you think maybe they might collaborate for something big? We’re already in August and Halloween starts in two months but the horror begins in September. 

Guess we’ll just have to wait and see…

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  1. August is finals weeks for someone like me who is studying in a trimestral school, so I decided to separate my bullet journal into subjects instead of days
  2. Since I didn’t want to have a hard time flipping between pages, I decided to make it into a vertical dutch door, such that each “door” houses each subject, with all 31 days of August laid out already. All I have to do is plug in projects/quizzes due for each day. 
  3. I decided to arrange the doors according to which subject is first on the schedule. 
  4. At the last page, I have a mini calendar for all other concerns that I have. 

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What do you guys think about this one? Do you think it’s be effective? 

Q&A film rights, etc

cordeliaheronstairsx said:Hi Cassie! I️ was wondering if there will be any film or tv adaptations for tid or tda?

I don’t know about TID. I know the producers would like to adapt it, but historical is always a more complicated issue to produce. As for TDA, the film/TV rights have never been sold because I have not wanted to sell them. If that ever changes, I’ll let you guys know. But as for now, the only works of mine that can be adapted are TMI and TID. I have kept the rights to everything else.

rorochan92 said:Hi, Cassie! <333 People on Twitter are pretty confused, so I was wondering if you knew if the TV!characters share the book!characters’ birthday. I guess they don’t, since the show is set in 2016 and (I think) it doesn’t start in August–also, isn’t TV!Magnus thousands of years older than book!Magnus? No way they can share the same birthday. :/

No, they don’t have the same birthdays. As you’ve said, they aren’t the same ages — sometimes to the extent of thousands of years — and when the show characters were created, Decter had no information about any of their birthdays, so he made up separate birthdays for them. Clary’s birthday on the show, for instance, has already taken place not in August. So if you want to celebrate the show characters’ birthdays, I would ask the showrunners what their birthdays are.

Castaway {ACOTAR/ Chapter 1}

Word Count: 3,001

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron.

Author’s Note: I want to begin by stating that I am not for Feylin, nor do I support them as a couple. But, as in ACOTAR, it is vital that the story begins with them as a couple. I have been so excited to share this with you, and already can’t wait to share chapter two. As for chapter one, I hope you enjoy. :)



August 16 – It felt like the first time.

My first time having sex was not romantic.

It was horrible.

To say it was awkward would be an understatement. Hell, it would be an improvement.

The only articles of clothing removed were our pants, and my panties, and it took place in the bed of his truck behind his parent’s barn. He kept making uncomfortable grunting noises, and his shoulder kept bumping into my chin.

I think we kissed once during the entire atrocity.

Oh. And he called me Claire.

That’s not my name.

Tonight was different, though. He made me feel like a princess, like every inch of my body was longed for and respected. He took his time with me, and there was nothing awkward about how he touched me, or how he held me, or how he looked at me.

And when he whispered my name, my entire being unraveled.

I won’t be sleeping tonight.

Love,

Wide Awake but Lost in a Dream

 

September 2 – Move in day

Feyre could hear their voices before she turned the corner, her heart nearly pounding through her chest with every step.

Trailing behind her, Elain was carrying a box full of art magazines and photographs, while Nesta was hauling so many pillows that she couldn’t quite see where she was going. Feyre, on the other hand, only carried her clothes, which she managed to stuff into two old duffle bags that she had managed to save from decaying in her dad’s attic.

“Shouldn’t your new boyfriend be helping?” Nesta mumbled, tripping over her own two feet. “He could probably carry all this himself.”

“He’s moving in today, too,” Feyre proclaimed, defending him, although she did wish he was there with her.

They had been dating for a month, just about, and Feyre had to admit that she was loving the honeymoon stage. They spent hours kissing until their lips became chapped, and holding onto each other until ridiculous hours in the morning. 

They had met at orientation while Feyre was waltzing through the Greek Row booths.

He was there, with his fraternity, watching her move from booth to booth. He was quiet, a little bit awkward with his words, a little bit stiff and short when he spoke, but there was something about him Feyre could not ignore, could not forget.

He was mesmerizing.

Their first date was the next night. 

And they had spent nearly every day together since.

She sure wished he was there, though, helping her move in, to begin this new chapter of her life. She was finally free, gone from the small town an hour away that held her father, the man who was too lazy and too far broken for Feyre, or either of her sisters, to heal. They had been trying for too long. And Feyre was exhausted.

The thought of leaving used to make Feyre feel guilty. She was the only one left, as Nesta had moved away five years before and made a life for herself in the city. And Elain, sweet Elain, had left just a year after to chase her own dream.

Feyre was his last hope, and she had failed him. He doesn’t want to be helped, Nesta would always tell her, and near the end of her time spent under her father’s roof, Feyre was beginning to agree.

You need to make yourself happy. You need to take your own path, Elain would follow, more graciously than their elder sister.

So, she did.

She had applied to the University of Velaris a few months before, and before she could think twice about leaving her little, dinky hometown, and her father, Feyre was moving to the City of Starlight. She couldn’t wait for her first night there, to find out how the city got its nickname.

Soon enough.

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John Mulaney Sentence Starters
  • : Here's how easy it was to get away with a bank robbery in the 30s: as long as you weren't still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.
  • : It's 100% easier not to do things than to do them.
  • : I was once on the telephone with blockbuster.
  • : I think Emily Dickinson's a lesbian.
  • : Being president looks like the worst job in the world.
  • : Why do people shush animals? They've never spoken.
  • : Things don't exist until they exist.
  • : You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.
  • : You all have a relative who is an expert even though they really don't know what they're talking about.
  • : Sometimes babies will point at me, and I don't care for that shit at all.
  • : I definitely look like a toddler.
  • : You will die on August 7th, 2037.
  • : Everyone get out of the way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds.
  • : One feels like a duck splashing around in all this wet!
  • : Anyone who's seen my dick and met my parents needs to die.
  • : They haven't let their minds wander since Egypt.
  • : Adult life is already so goddamn weird!
  • : This is an on fire garbage can.
  • : I look like I was just sitting in a room in a chair eating saltines for like twenty-eight years.
  • : In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
  • : Would like an old turnip that we found in a cabinet?
  • : Quack quack!
  • : I'll keep all my emotions in here and one day I'll die.

With the attitudes of the last Papacy, the church won for itself great expressions of fondness from the masses. It became popular. Isn’t that wonderful, you might be thinking. We received plenty of esteem and lots of friendship. I have no idea what to do with the friendship of the whole wide world. What I want is absolute love and total devotion to God. Could that mean a Church only for the few? That’s a hypothesis, and a hypothesis isn’t the same as reality. But even this hypothesis isn’t so scandalous. I say: better to have a few that are reliable than to have a great many that are distractible and indifferent. The public squares have been jam-packed, but the hearts have been emptied of God. You can’t measure love with numbers, you can only measure it in terms of intensity. In terms of blind loyalty to the imperative. Fix that word firmly in your souls: Imperative. From this day forth, that’s what the Pope wants, that’s what the Church wants, that’s what God wants.

hi guys, my name is Yulia and starting from 1st of august i’m offering free Ukrainian and Russian Skype lessons. i want to get into teaching these languages for foreigners and i’m looking for people who can help become more experienced with that. more info below!

basics:

  • i’m Ukrainian and bilingual by birth (you’ve probably guessed my language pair already)
  • i’m a translator and a philologist 
  • i’m proficient in English
  • feel free to ask more (appropriate) questions about me in private

what i can offer you:

  • a teaching course consisting of up to 30 Ukrainian or Russian lessons
  • a teaching course designed specifically for you
  • yes, that’s a benefit of private tutoring - i will create a specific course according to your language level, interests and needs
  • you can choose both languages and get two free courses but i wouldn’t recommend that as learning two slavic languages at once may be very confusing

requirements:

  • age: 16+
  • Skype installed and a decent wifi connections for the time of our lesson
  • proficiency in English
  • also you need to be enthusiastic about the language
  • and diligent in your studies <3

DO NOT CONTACT ME IF:

  • you’re a Putin supporter/are willing to excuse his crimes
  • you have disrespectful opinions about Ukraine
  • you think this is a good opportunity to harass me/offer me sex work etc
  • you are a hateful person in general
  • (if you contact me i will block you & make receipts public)

in fact, if i simply don’t like your attitude to me, i’m not obliged to work with you. so if i tell you, sorry i’m not working with you, don’t ask for explanation. moreover, if i don’t like your attitude during our work, it’s my right to cancel our further lessons. 

PLEASE MESSAGE ME ON TUMBLR FOR MORE INFORMATION

(also i’d appreciate a boost from my followers)

BTS scenario: Touching their dick in public

Jin

“Baby.Stop.” “Ahh!” “God, no ,keep going.”

Yoongi

“If you want to spent the rest of the night with a vibrator shoved up your pussy, you can gladly continue.”

Hoseok

“I want you as bad, but this is not the right place.” “Baby, don’t test my patience.”

Namjoon

“Babygirl, we both know what will happen if you don’t stop right now.”

Jimin

“Continue. I don’t mind fucking you here infront of everyone.” “I’ll rip off your panties and make you scream my name.”

Taehyung

“Two can play that game ;)”

Jungkook

“Such a naughty girl.”  “I didn’t even touch you and you’re already dripping wet.”

Sweeties, send me your requests and confessions !

Unlike the others (III)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: University AU babes. Tom is the most well-known fuckboy within the freshers (or freshman if you’re American) of your University. He is used to getting his own way with every girl but then he meets you. Whilst you hang out with the popular girls, you are unlike the others and Tom learns that he can’t always get his own way.

Part one- Part two- Part threePart four

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

A/N: Here is part three! Kind of a slow burner and lowkey angsty towards the end (maybe idk). I just wanted to say thank you for all the kind words and support that you guys have given me! I’m almost at 200 followers already which is so crazy as I only made my account in August (I think). Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it :) xx

PS: My tag list and requests are both open x 


Over the past week, Tom and (Y/N) had been spending almost every moment with each other. After Saturday’s study session, they were much more comfortable in each other’s presence. The pair found themselves in each other’s company more than once a day. Whilst (Y/N) did force Tom to study with her to prepare for Friday’s exam, Tom managed to use his charm to convince her to go out to coffee shops and even got her out to the cinema on Wednesday night. Tom couldn’t help but want to be with her. Something about (Y/N) enticed him. Maybe it was the way her nose scrunched up when she let out her magical laugh. Maybe it was the way she bit her lip when she was trying to figure out an answer to a question they had to study. Or maybe he just couldn’t get enough of the smile she gave him whenever she saw him. Tom had no idea why he felt better in her presence. Possibly because she was the only one, other than perhaps Harrison, who understood him for who he really was.

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Title: Pain of Parting
Character: Jonathan Byers
A/n: I loved jonathan so much during the first season, his character was really interesting so I decided to write somethin’ for him. I guess we could call this angst so there’s your warning if that’s not your jam.

“Do you have to go?” Jonathan asked as he sat cross-legged on your bed, chin in his hands as he watched you move clothes from your closet to a large suitcases that laid open at the foot of your mattress.

“You know I have to,” You told him as you met his gaze with a smile. “My family always insists that we go up to the lakehouse every odd summer. We haven’t been up there in over three years. So yes, I do.”

Jonathan got quiet, his hands were busy pulling at loose peices of string that had been caught on one of your blankets.

You looked up from your folding and noticed the sad expression on his face. You’d known him for a handful of years, and you knew he wasn’t very much of a people person. Apart from you, he didn’t have many close friends.

You set aside your clothes and sat down beside him. “You shouldn’t be sad, I’m only going to be gone until August,” You told him, reaching up and running your hands through his hair. “You can phone me whenever you’d like, and I’ll write to you. Two months and I’ll be right back

Jonathan moved his head to your shoulder, his eyes closing whenever you continued to play with his hair. “Really?”

You looked down at him. “Have I ever let you down before?”

•~•

Jonathan stopped over by your house the day you were supposed to leave, he wanted a chance to say goodbye.

You were already out in the drive away, helping your dad figure out a way to put all the suitcases into the trunk of the car.

“Here, I’m gonna get a few more things from the house. Maybe your mother will be better at this.” Your dad said, giving you a small tap on the nose before jogging inside.

You brushed off your hands on your overalls before you looked over and saw Jonathan awkwardly standing to the side with his hands in his pockets.

“Jonathan!” You called, waving him over. “Come to say bye?”

Jonathan nodded, shifting his weight back and forth as he tried to think of what to say. “I already said it, but I’m gonna miss you.”

You smiled at him. “Don’t be like that, when I come back you talk my ear off about all the stuff you did and we’ll still have all of August to hang out.”

Jonathan met your gaze and he reached out to pull you into a hug.

You laughed and returned his embrace, pulling away as you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” You told him, taking a step back towards your car.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you.” He told you with a wave.

You waved back before turning on your heel.

You walked about five paces before Jonathan called you back.

You went to turn around but Jonathan was already there, and before you could even process anything he bent down and gave you a quick kiss.

“Bye.” Jonathan said once he pulled away and quickly made a run for it down the street while you watched him with wide eyes.

•~•

“Jonathan!” Joyce called as she entered the house, her hands busy shuffling through the mail she collected. “You have something from (Y/n)!”

Jonathan came quickly out of his room, only coming to a halt whenever he was in front of his mother. “Yes?”

Joyce looked up at her son and smiled, she handed him a letter and a cardboard box. “These are for you.”

Jonathan took them and a bright smile showed up on his face as he looked down at them. “Thanks.”

He hurried back into his room, setting the box aside on his nightstand before he tore apart the envelope.

You wrote about how nice the lakehouse was, how pretty the scenery was and about all the little adventures you and your family had so far on your trip.

Jonathan noticed you had drawn small doodles of rabbits and frogs all over the paper, they were even painted with the set of watercolors he had given you on your birthday.

He saved up for them for months, and it showed by how proud he was when he gave it to you and saw that you loved it.

“I sent along a box as well,” Jonathan read as he looked over and grabbed it, taking a minute to tear off the tape, he looked inside to find a small collection of things.

“The pencils are for Will, he had given me some of his drawings to keep and I thought he might like these. The earrings are for your mum, and be sure to tell her that I insist she accept them, she deserves it.

I’ve got you a gift as well, but I plan to give it to you in person.

Lots of love,”

•~•

Everyday after that, Jonathan had made it a habit to ask his mother if there was a letter from you.

“Anything from (Y/n)?”

“Did (Y/n) send a letter today?”

You would send at least one every week, but he still felt the need to ask just in case.

Until one day he noticed about two weeks had passed without word from you. Joyce would come home and gently let him know there was nothing, but reasoned the post was just being slow or you were busy with your family.

And at first Jonathan understood, he thought it was a reasonable explanation, so he stopped worrying about it.

Jonathan was driving home from picking a few things up from the grocery store for his mom, but he drove by your house and noticed that your family car was parked in the driveway.

You would have called to let him know you were coming home early, you probably would’ve gone to his house yourself if wasn’t late.

His curiosity was peaked, and he parked his car across the street before ringing your doorbell.

“Hello?” Your sister answered the door, and Jonathan was slightly taken back by her appearance.

Her eyes were puffy and red, she looked like she’d been crying for hours.

“Oh Jonathan, it’s you.” She said as she sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her shirt sleeve.

“Yeah uh, is (Y/n) here?” He asked, slightly alarmed by how distressed she looked.

If possible, her face got even more somber. “I guess it’s best to just tell you, but…” She broke off into a small series of sobs before continuing. “We were up at the lakehouse, and her and dad went out on the boat. No one knows what’s happened to them but they’ve been missing for a couple days.”

It took Jonathan a few moments to register what she was saying, and he was surprised by his lack of reaction.

“Of course, we don’t want to assume the worst, but no one can find them and it’s been days.” She said with a vacant laugh before shaking her head. “Wait here for a moment.”

Jonathan watched her disappear into the house, trying to understand why his mind was going blank at a time when he should feel sad or angry even.

But he didn’t.

“She mentioned that this was for you,” Your sister said once she returned. “She seemed pretty proud of it.” There was that sad laugh again as she held a wrapped package out to him.

“I’m so sorry,” Jonathan said, taking it from her.

Your sister nodded, her hand was now covering her mouth as tears piled up at the edges of her eyes. “She was very fond of you, talked about you a great deal.”

Jonathan looked up at her. “I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

•~•

Jonathan drove home in silence.

He didn’t even turn the radio on.

When he stepped through his front door he was met with more silence, Joyce must have been working late again.

Jonathan closed his door whenever he went inside, his eyes remaining fixated on your present to him.

He didn’t want to open it.

You told him you wanted to give it to him in person.

You told him you were going to come back.

Why didn’t you come back?

Jonathan’s hands were tearing away at the wrapping before he registered what he was doing. He then pulled out a leather sketchbook, he could vaguely remember times whenever you’d come over to his house and you’d be doodling around in it, refusing to show him the end results.

He undid the leather straps that kept it closed, and flipped through the first couple of pages.

He wasn’t surprised to find several pencil sketches of various animals, rabits and little mice in particular. Some of them were life-like while others were dressed in little jackets and hats, having tea parties by a river.

Jonathan moved to sit on the edge of his bed, despite the whirl of emotions going through his head, he found himself smiling.

To his surprise, the next pages were filled with portraits. Some were of him, others were of Will or even Joyce, they were all smiling in each of them.

He spent the next couple of minutes going through the rest of it, and he found himself growing disappointed whenever he was reaching the end.

On the very last page, there was a small handwritten note instead.

“I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I thought you’d like to have it once it was finished.

I know you’re not a fan of pictures of yourself, but I hope you won’t mind a few sketches.

All my love xx
(Y/n)”

You always had nice handwriting, it was always in cursive.

Suddenly, a wet spot appeared onto the page, Jonathan didn’t even realize it until it started smudging your signiture.

Another one showed up on the corner of the page, and he brought his hand up to realize tears were falling freely from his eyes.

A few tears slowly turned into sobs, then he was laying on the side of his bed, holding your sketchbook tightly against his chest while he cried.

Why didn’t you come back?

August has been an abuser
and not in the way anyone will believe

be soft, I asked
be gentle, I plead
be kind as kindness can be, I sing


and still she comes like a heat storm,
all thunder and lightning without any rain
no water for the thirsty, no water for the drying


cracks down on me as though electricity
doesn’t run through a body
like a whip snapping, like old bruises
pressing into the frame of a creaking bed


there are many things that ache,
upticks at the end of sentences always more


I don’t know how to ask any other way
because opening my mouth is already so hard-
how quickly we are filled with sand
at willed vulnerability


I’m sinking in an ocean of questions
that I won’t be able to phrase


August, I only ever wanted a few bright memories
but it appears that summer is short,
the grey fall days have come early


and I won’t know who to ask
when you have passed


then everything starts falling

—  when summer leaves you battered || O.L.
  • someone: I'm so sad it's already August, I don't want summer to be over you know?
  • me, waist deep in a pile of cable knit sweaters, one hand holding a cashmere scarf, the other holding a mug full of hot chocolate that reads "#1 Witch": oh yeah dude,,, same