i will never get my homework done

the crows as things i've done at school
  • kaz: sat in class, in full view of the teacher, doing the homework that should have been done when it was assigned a week ago, and somehow not getting any late points taken off
  • inej: spent like 20 minutes in the bathroom playing on my phone and my teacher never said anything?? i was gone for a really long time and nobody noticed
  • nina: exclaimed that i was "full on gay" right as my class quieted down and the teacher walked in behind me
  • matthias: got through an entire semester of health class without talking to anyone or making a single friend
  • jesper: laughed until i cried because i remembered that there was a woman named was "Janet McNutt"
  • wylan: got too enthusiastic about a project and explained the intricate details of a specific volcanic eruption on an icelandic island to my class for over ten minutes
  • kuwei: said that i didn't want to donate blood because "it's my blood. i made it and nobody else can have it but me"
Things my old caregivers did that i miss and lowkey am makig this post because im embaressed to tell mommy

♡never let me swear♡

♡if we where skyping i was NOT allowed to hide my face♡

♡getting called little one oml i love that nickname so much i just melt♡

♡"draw something for me!“♡

♡making sure i took care of my hygine ex. Teeth, showers, etc♡

♡any and all homework was to be done as soon as they asked if i had any♡

♡so much punishment. I am a brat♡

so it’s self destruction in the worst way. so I might be writing again but only because I’m bleeding again. only because i’m hurting again. only because I haven’t slept haven’t brushed my teeth haven’t done my homework. if this is a slippery slope I’m already at the bottom.

this love never tasted so rotten before. this love never tasted such death before. i can tell the skin is worn through on most parts. it’s a corpse it’s a corpse it’s a corpse.

i text you just so you give me a reason to break. “thank you” i say but you don’t get it. you don’t ask and i shut you out again. for the last time. no more heroics.

i never wanted you to save me. i wanted you to be the reason I couldn’t save myself.

—  i wanted you to give me an excuse to give up– lily rain

I don’t know if anyone even knows what’s going on in Turkey, but we are faced with probably one of the worst possible democratical challenges in Turkey’s history. I voted, I had to go through so much stuff to be able to vote in this referendum, because I live abroad. Today, I don’t want to leave my bed, I don’t want to go outside, I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to study and to be honest, I don’t want to exist at all. Half of the country voted against the change, not that it would even mean anything will get better. It could’ve just postponed it getting worse. But with mere 1% they won the referendum. There has been so much fraud in this election, so I personally don’t even believe that we actually lost at all, but that’s besides the point for now. I don’t want to see my beautiful country, the incredible people that has to live under these circumstances to suffer anymore. And I felt like I did everything I could’ve done. But that’s never the case. So whether you’re feeling miserable because of Brexit, Trump or the Turkish Referendum or something completely different, all I ask from you is to get out of bed. I know it’s hard, believe me. But we won’t be able to help if we don’t try. So please just go out and do something nice. Go volunteer, donate if you can, help the little kids with their homeworks so they can get the education they deserve, read and learn yourselves, study hard, learn new languages and gain new perspectives, try to understand other beliefs, discuss about it, just do anything in your power to make the world a better and a more understanding place. Because it’s so easy to wallow in self pity and wish everything had gone differently. But to make a difference you have to start from somewhere, however little it may be.

Profiles in Choice: Volume 2

School choice is an illusion.  It is not a universal possibility. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to take into account far more variables than they are currently considering.

You know what makes it possible for some students to choose schools outside of their immediate districted area and makes it impossible for others? Transportation.

Some students have cars.

Some students have parents who can drop them off and pick them up.

Some students can afford to Uber or Lyft to and from school every day.

And some students do not have money for the bus.

Do you see the difference?

Some cities have free transportation to and from school for students. I salute the excellent people who worked so hard to make this a reality. But far too many still do not. So, students have to pay, walk, or be transported. Spoiler alert: this really limits their choices.

At my school there is a charming brother and sister pair who used to ride to school on matching bikes every day. But one day the brother messed up his tire en route. Without the money to fix the problem, he has had to stop riding for the past couple of months. Now they take turns on one skateboard and one bicycle. She is older, so sometimes he holds onto her shoulder and she pulls him. They are tardy with increased regularity. I called their mother, a caring, hard-working woman. You know what she told me? “Yeah, I worry a lot about them out on the roads, too.”

You know what she doesn’t have? Another choice. She can’t drive them; she has to work instead, in order to be able to continue to feed them. So this is how it is for now.

One girl in my speech class has a protective father. He does not like her getting home by herself after dark. So, this good man picks her up every day. When he gets out of work. Sometimes as late as 7 p.m. At least she can get her homework done.

“Ms. S, can you lend me a dollar for the bus?” is almost as common a question in my room as, “What are we doing today?” or, “What page are we on?”

Many of my students can’t afford even a reduced price bus pass. I imagine for Mrs. DeVos and her friends this doesn’t seem like such a common occurrence. To them it is probably unimaginable. But she probably never had to go without eating so that her children could eat either, as one of my student’s “Personal Hero Speech”  revealed had been the case in her family.

Mrs. DeVos probably never had to spend a chunk of her minimum wage salary on splitting Ubers with her three friends just to get to school in the morning, or walk over a mile in the rain just to get back home. Mrs. DeVos probably does not understand that not everyone can just make a choice and a magic money fairy appears to make that choice a reality.

Ms. DeVos only knows that, “…public schools are not succeeding. In fact, let’s be clear, in many cases, they are failing.”

And she also knows she is just the right choice to ride in and change all that.

You Really Got Me

Requested by @carleyspn : Hi :) I wanted to see if you could do a Dean Winchester imagine about their on a case & the girl their interviewing is into Dean & the reader becomes jealous & starts being clingy to him. I would love if you did that :), add anything you want. Thanks

A/N: I feel so bad for how delayed this is but y’all can never say I don’t deliver. (Lol yes you can this took me like 3 months) Anyway, I absolutely loved this request and I can’t get over this cuteness! I’m currently fighting a cold & have no motivation to learn my lines or do my homework so I wrote this up instead.

Summary: You and Dean are investigating a haunted hotel where the hotel owner’s daughter isn’t quite getting the message that Dean isn’t up for grabs.

Warnings: Jealousy, Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1,591

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

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RFA HEADCANONS: Your First Fight~


(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.

So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)

(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)



While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.

Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.

You knew nothing.

You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.

Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.

This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”


He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?

“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”


This..ohh, this was harsh.

You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.

He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.

Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??

“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”

You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.

“Wait..Yoosung, no..”

He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.

He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.

Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.



Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.

He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.

He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.

This is when you’d make your move.

You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.

But he actually pretends to get all mad?

“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”

You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???

You’d raise your voice.

“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”

At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.

He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.

But when you start crying?

His heart breaks.

He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.

He goes up, giving you a big hug.

“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”

“..I love you, too, Seven.”



The two of you were going on a date tonight.

Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?


He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.

You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.

“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”

“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”

He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’

“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”

“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”

At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.

To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?

“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”

Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.

And it worked.

You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.

You say your apologies, and go on your date~



She never came home.

After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??

You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.

So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.


“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”

“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”

MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)

“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”

“I said leave me alone.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.

She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”


“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”


“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”



You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.

“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”

“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”

“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”

“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”

You would feel your blood boil at this.

“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”

“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”

“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”

This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”



You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.

Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.

He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”



He needed the eye surgery.

No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.

You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.

So, you go back to base one.

“V..I reall-”

“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”

You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?

“You still love Rika..don’t you?”



“You love rika. Don’t you?”


“No. Answer me.”

He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??

He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.

“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”




You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.

You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.

You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.

Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.

“Are you?”


“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”

At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~

“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”

“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”

“Saeran. That was a girl.”

“But- they-”

“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”

The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.

Hate to Love You (Snowbaz)

“Great,” I mutter as I walk into our room and see Simon on his bed, “You couldn’t have been out saving the world or getting killed or something?”

Simon barely even glances at me. But he whispers something that sounds strangely like “I wish” before rolling over on his bed, away from me. I pause. Simon is always up for a fight. Something’s got to be wrong. I’m tempted to ignore him and just go to my desk, enjoy some quiet and try to get homework done. I should be doing that. That’s what everyone would expect me to do. I walk towards my desk and sit down.

After ten minutes I can’t stand the silence. It’s growing bigger and bigger in the small room, a buzzing annoyance. Simon’s never this quiet. No matter what he’s doing, he does it loudly. Eating, sleeping, talking. Everything. But now he’s barely making any noise. Even his breathing seems quieter than usual.

I finally spin around, frustrated and fed up and stand up, “What in Crowley’s name is wrong with you?” I say. Simon looks up at me, his expression gloomy and his eyes dull.

“What do you care?” he asks with venom. Venom I know isn’t just aimed at me today. Simon’s mad at the whole world and I can’t help myself, I want to know why. I cautiously walk closer to him, making sure he’s not going to suddenly pull out his sword and attack me. I wouldn’t put it past him, even with the Roommate’s Anathema. If anyone could find a way around that it would be Simon, probably by sheer luck though. I sit at the edge of his bed and he glances at me, curiosity breaking through the fog of sheer misery in his eyes.

“No really,” I say, quieter, gentler, “what’s wrong?”

He pushes himself up, looking suspiciously at me and I realize how close we are. I can feel the heat from his skin and his arm brushes mine as he shifts over to sit next to me, his socked feet hanging off the bed next to mine. My breath quickens.

“I just-” he fiddles with the blanket between his fingers, “ I’m lonely I guess. I mean, no one wants to be friends with me. Sure I have Penny and Agatha, but Penny has Micah and she’s always busy with him and Agatha broke up with me, which you’ve probably heard by now. And I know I’m shitty at magic and probably a danger to be around most of the time. Maybe I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be anywhere. I’m not safe for anyone and I’m alone and there’s nothing I can do about it. Hell, even my roommate hates me and I have no idea why.” His sad eyes lock with mine. “why do you hate me? Really, i want to know, am I that awful to be around?”

I open my mouth. Then close it again. I swallow. “Do you really want to know? Do you really want to know why I hate you so much?”

He nods and I shuffle closer, turning so I’m facing him, while he’s still gazing towards the window. “Well,” I whisper, “the first thing I hate about you is your eyes. They’re so blue, you see. There’s no possible way to describe them besides blue. Writing poetry about them is impossible.”

He turns to me in confusion but before he can interrupt I force myself to continue.

“And then there’s your hair. It’s always a mess, and it drives me insane because I just want to run my fingers through it. And that you smell like cinnamon and smoke. And your moles, Crowley I could spend days telling you how much I hate your moles. Simon, you’re covered in constellations and I want to trace them all. It drives me crazy.”

“Baz-” he starts, “If- if you’re joking this isn’t funny.”

I move my hand to his cheek and suppress a smile when he starts to lean into it.

“ And I hate your stubbornness.” I move my face closer to his, “and the way you fight for what you believe in, and how you talk with your hands more than your mouth, and the way you smile and how you can’t seem to do anything quietly. And Simon,” our noses brush and I press my forehead against his. “I hate that I’m not joking. I hate that-” I swallow and stare at his eyes. His blue eyes which are now shining bright like they should be.

“I hate that I love you Simon, so so much.”

His lips press against mine, gentle and unsure, and careful in a way I didn’t know Simon could be. And Crowley if it doesn’t make me love him more. He pulls away slowly, eyelashes fluttering. But he keeps his hand curled around my neck and I finally, finally allow myself to smile. He smiles back, maybe a little unsure, but he smiles. Crowley it’s beautiful. It’s like the sun coming out from behind clouds.

“I don’t hate you Simon,” I say, “I love you.”


MariChat May 20th: Night on the Town


Summary: Chat enjoys some fine dining with his father (not shown). He then sleeps it off at Marinette’s (shown).

Marinette sighed and put down her homework when she heard a thump above her. She climbed up the stairs to her loft.

“Chat, why are you on my bed?” She frowned, eyeing the boy that was lying face down on her bed.

He groaned and when he spoke his words were muffled by her comforter.

She sighed. “Whatever the reason, I’m trying to do my homework so try not to be a bother.” With that she descended back to her desk where she continued with her homework.

She tried her best to ignore the occasional groan from the boy above her.

Chat whined. Loudly.

Marinette sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Guess I’m dealing with Chat now, instead of homework.” She muttered.

She climbed the stairs to her loft again and sat down on the side of her bed. She glared at the unmoving cat. “So?” She prompted.

Chat raised his face up from the bed. “Dad made me go to a party.” With that he allowed his face to hit the bed again.

Marinette frowned in confusion her brow furling. “What’s wrong with going to a party?”

Chat whined.

Marinette sighed. “Can’t you just flip over Chat?” She and then muttered. “So we can finish this talk and I can get back to my homework.”

Chat groaned, but did as she asked.

Marinette’s nose scrunched up. “What’s that smell?” She asked.

Chat pouted at her. “I-I tolds you. Dad made me go to a party!”

The girl slowly brought her hands to cover her eyes. “How much?”

“How? What?”

Marinette sighed again. “How much did you drink, Chat?” She looked at him intently.

Suddenly, Chat burst into giggles. “Lots.”

Marinette shook her head. “Why don’t you sleep it off?” She said, reaching out a hand to run it through his hair.

Chat purred and then giggled. “I’m a cat!” He leaned towards her. “Don’t tell anyone.” He whispered and then bopped her on the nose. “It’s a secret.”

Marinette rubbed her nose. “Just get some sleep.” She said.

His nose scrunched up. “Can’t”

She sighed. “Why not?”

“Too bright.” He said, pointing to her light.

She frowned. “I guess I can-”

“Marinette! Who are you talking to up there?” Sabine asked.

Marinette turned to stare at her. “No one?” She squeaked out.

Sabine frowned. “It looks like Chat Noir.”

Marinette hung her head. “Yeah, it is.” She glanced at the giggling cat. “Mostly anyways.”

Sabine looked at Chat’s giggling with confusion. “Is there something… wrong with Chat?”

“Not exactly.” Marinette ran her hand through his hair to stop him from giggling. “He’s just a little tipsy is all.”

Sabine frowned. “He looks like he’s drunk as a skunk.”

Chat laughed. “No, I’m a cat silly.” His laughing faded into giggles.

Mother and daughter both looked at him with affectionate confusion. Catching each other’s look the both couldn’t help but laugh.

“So you can’t get your homework done since Chat’s making a ruckus?” Sabine asked.

Marinette nodded. “I tried to get him to sleep, but he wasn’t having it.”

Sabine tapped a finger on her chin before grinning. “How about we just bring some blankets downstairs and let him sleep it off on the family couch?”

Marinette smiled for a moment and then faltered. “How are we going to get him down there?” She looked down to the giggling Chat to find him wrestling with her giant cat plushy.

“He’s cute.” Sabine chuckled at Chat’s antics. “You’ll just have to find a way, Marinette.” With that said Sabine left to go get blankets.

“Diplomacy first.” Marinette muttered to herself. She put on her best fan voice. “Hey Chat! Why don’t we head downstairs for some treats? Nothing but the best for a superhero.” She fluttered her eyes at him.

Chat stared at her face for a moment before grabbing her by the arms and pulling her into a bear hug. “You’re so cute!” He gushed. “I wish I could tell everyone how cute you are!”

Marinette glared into his chest her lips turned up into a pout.

Chat looked down at her. “Oh! You’re even cuter when you’re angry!” He squeezed her.

Marinette struggled to push him away. “Chat. Can’t. Breath!” He let go. Marinette fell backwards onto the floor. She muttered mean things about Chat as she rubbed her sore butt.

Chat grinned at her as his tail moved back and forth behind him.

“Oh no, I know that look.” Marinette said as she grimaced. Thinking quickly she slid down her ladder and headed as quickly as she could to the exit to her room. Chat landed right behind her on all fours. She barely managed to dart down the stairs before Chat reached her.

She panted as she stopped at the bottom of the stairs. For some reason she didn’t expect Chat to actually continue bounding down the stairs, but he did.

“Marinette? Why are you and Chat on the floor?” Sabine asked.

Marinette groaned from underneath Chat.

“Stop horsing around, Marinette, and let him sleep.” Sabine chided softly.

Marinette sighed for the umpteenth time.

Marinette grinned in victory. “Done!” She exclaimed.

Tikki clapped her paws together. “Good job, Marinette!”

“Thanks, Tikki.” Marinette smiled at her little friend. “I thought I would never get my homework done.”

“Chat was a lot of trouble today wasn’t he?” Tikki quirked her head to the side.

Marinette nodded her head and smiled. “Yeah, but I’m glad he came to me.”

Tikki smiled, but looked confused. “Why?” She asked.

Marinette chewed thoughtfully on her lip for a moment before answering. “I trust myself as his partner, but I’ve never been so sure of his family. Especially now that they let him get like-” She gestured to her bed. “-that!”

The Kwami giggled. “I’m glad you care so much about your partner, Marinette.”

Marinette ducked her head. “Well yeah, he’s… Chat you know?”

They shared a smile.

“I should check on Chat before I go to bed.” Marinette said.

“Alright, I’ll see you in a minute.” Tikki patted her cheek and headed up to her loft.

Marinette tiptoed down the stairs and peaked at Chat over the railing.

He was lying on his back with one of his arms on the floor and the other up the side of the couch. He was also snoring quietly.

“Now who’s too cute?” She smirked and took out her phone to snap a couple pics.

With that she started back to her room. She stopped near the top of the stairs to shoot one last sweet smile at him. “Sweet dreams, Chaton.”

They both slept soundly.

Sick and Needy - Personalised

Your last imagine was sooo good. I’m jordyn and I was wondering if you could do a Shawn imagine where he’s sick and clingy so when your friends are over he’s begging for cuddles and kisses and stuff and he over hears them calling him annoying when he’s “sleeping” and gets a lil upset until you reassure him that it’s cute and it’s okay? Thanks

Song inspiration: Here (In Your Arms) - HelloGoodbye

word count: 1013

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

“Shawn, are you sure you don’t need anything else? The girls will be here soon” Humming away, he gives me a nod reaching for my hand placing a kiss on it. I smile to myself as I leave the ‘music room’ of our house.

Shawn is recovering from a cold just in time for his break to end. The three weeks of hell had Shawn sniffling, sneezing, coughing that our room now permanently smells of Glen 20. It isn’t often when he gets sick but when he does, it doesn’t hold back.

Hearing the door knock, I run to the door as these girls have been there my whole life! We did everything together and soon we’ll be graduating together! I have been on the road with Shawn for a while so a catch up was well over due.

“Jordyn! How you been?” Jessica screams as she wraps her arms around me. I return the hug as I chuckle seeing Josie just getting out of the car. “How was touring? Where did you go again? Did anything exciting happen?” Suggestively wiggling her eyebrows at the same time.

All three of us are extremely different, polar opposites if you must! Jessica as you can probably tell is your typical preppy girl. Celebrity gossip, hair, shoes, make up. Josie on the other hand is more your book worm. Not really caring about what brand she is wearing today or if her nails are chipped. Straight A’s, we can never fault this girl. As for me, I just happened to stubble upon one of the hottest boyfriends ever.

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What the real problem is

Sure, I can complete this homework.
No, it’s no bother, I can get high grades in all these tests which land on the same week with little time between them.
Don’t worry, I can act like a senior member of the school and always be helpful.
Of course I won’t swear or wear anything “scandalous.” I would hate for people to be reprimanded for not being able to respect me.
It’s okay, I’ll always be smiling and never once act like I’m anything but happy.
Yes, I’ll always get the right amount of sleep to be awake in your class. Of course I’ll manage to have all the homework done as well as that.
I understand, that because you’ve been in my place before, you understand the stress I’m feeling and that you have no control over lessening the work load you’re giving in order to reduce my stress.
No, I won’t ever act my age and misbehave.
Yes, I’ll maintain your impossible standards.
Don’t worry, it’ll be easy to keep my friendships going while I do this. No I won’t ever have to shove any of them aside just so I can progress in life with my education because you’ve deemed it important.
No I won’t suffer from a mental breakdown, that would be inconvenient for you, that would prove that we’re being overworked.
No, I won’t complain to someone older because “honey you think that’s difficult, it’s so easy for you right now.”
Of course it’s not difficult, your right, I’m sure when you were in my place you didn’t complain once. I’m sure, you’ve just forgotten, that it’s difficult now because I haven’t been given anything harder to do.

The problem is, this applies to more than just a certain age group of students. It applies to more than just one gender. It applies to more than just one person.



unfortunately i haven’t been sticking to my study schedule very well this week, but last night i had a rare moment of “let’s get shit done” in amongst the never ending “i’m never gonna finish it all so why bother” so i managed to knock out all of my accounting homework, planned for my english speech and wrote up some spesh notes!!

pretty happy with myself, even if it kept me up until midnight and i didn’t wake up this morning until 11:40 😂

Monster (Pt. 1)

Pt. 1  Pt. 2  Pt. 3  Pt. 4  Pt. 5

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

◊ Word Count: 2,218

◊ Summary: Werewolves aren’t meant to be messed with, but unfortunately, you don’t really have a choice. 

 Warnings: nothing much in this part, though that will change later  

A/N: It’s been like 2 weeks since I last posted something? Idk, but my focus has been very out of whack lately, and finally I had the motivation to write. Unfortunately, it isn’t one of my ongoing things, but this is what happened and I’m glad to be expanding my masterlist. I wrote this is about an hour or two and didn’t really feel like editing, so sorry for any mistakes.

   |Chapter 1

You tapped your pencil against your desk in a steady rhythm, the sound of your professor’s voice droning on in the background. You couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention today.

Your eyes wandered to the other side of the classroom where the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the view of the sunny courtyard beyond. It was a nice day for autumn, and you would much rather be spending it outside than in this stuffy classroom. Unfortunately, there were still thirty minutes left of class.

And, as it usually went in this class, your eyes wandered to the boy sitting next to the windows.

You didn’t know what it was about him, but somehow he always caught your eye. Never once had you spoken to him – or even heard him speak, for that matter – but he was absolutely captivating. You’d never really gotten a good look at his face, but from the glimpses you caught he was extraordinarily handsome. He was tall as well, but other than that, you knew only one thing about him: his name.

Oh Sehun.

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Clingy (Grayson)

request: Hi this is a request (btw I love your blog), a day at school with a very clingy/touchy Grayson:) thx hope you have a nice day

a/n: thank youuu, hope you enjoy, sorry it’s kinda short xxx


word count: 456

Originally posted by lovdziubasek

I was sitting in English, alone because of course Grayson was late, when was he not. A few minutes later, in walks Grayson he smiles widely at me and strolls over to me. 

“Morning gorgeous.” he says softly placing a kiss on my forehead. The class is quiet at this point, people are staring including the teacher, I blush and sink down in my chair a little. Grayson had no shame and he loved a little PDA, I however was a little more conscious. He pulled his desk a little closer to mine and chatted to me the whole lesson despite being told off countless times. When the teacher was talking he would hold my hand and play with the rings on my fingers. Other kids look at him like he is crazy but I am so used to him being touchy all the time that it doesn’t even phase me. 

The bell rang, indicating the end of the lesson. We all filed out of the room, Grayson following close behind me before he walked with me to my locker. Once I finished putting my books away Grayson had me with my back against the locker and one of his strong arms pushing up against them, hovering over my body. 

“Are you going to come home with me after school?” he asked me.

“I don’t know Gray, I have a lot of homework to do thanks to you.” I teased.

“Why me?” he laughed.

“Because your always distracting me and i spend too much time with you so I never get it done!” I replied. He pouted at me and I smiled. 

“Please come, I promise we will only do homework.” he begged.

“No funny business?” I asked him, raising my eyebrow.

“Promise. No funny business… unless we finish all our homework.” he replied with a wink making me smile. He kissed me slowly and passionately. For a couple seconds before I pushed him off me. 

“Gray, stop people are staring!” I exclaimed, looking around me. He smiled, he knew how much his excessive PDA made me feel.

The bell rang again but Grayson and I didn’t have a class together for the rest of the day. I put some books into my bag before I left. Grayson wrapped me in a hug and kissed my cheek.

“I’ll see you later meet me in the parking lot, I love you.” He said quickly as people started moving frantically through the hallways. 

“Love you too.” I replied. He held my hand for as long as possible before we went our separate ways. Anyone would think we were in the early stages of our relationship. The part where you are inseparable, but no that was just Grayson 24/7.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader is Veronica's non-identical twin sister and the reader is all geeky and nerdy and stuff thank you xx

“Is there any way I could just go to the library?”

“Umm, I’m afraid not. You’ll have to spend the remainder of class here, Y/N.”

I sighed. “Alright then.” I just handed in my pre-calculus test with a whole 32 minutes left to spare in class. While I wanted to go to the library to work on my chemistry lab report, apparently I was to be detained in class. So I took out the tiny sketchbook I kept on me and started doodling. Or, at least I wanted to. I was drawing blanks any time my pencil hovered over the blank white page.

I looked at Mr. Stewing Silently one row ahead of me, three seats to the left. He had his deep thought face on. Granted he was taking a test just like everyone else, but he also had a look that he was in serious thought almost eighty percent of the time. I was staring, yes, and before I knew it my pencil was scrawling over the thick sketch paper.

“What are we, eight years old?” I asked my sister. “Gimme my sketchbook back!”

“I can not believe you have a crush on Jughead!” She laughed, an arm outstretched to me and keeping me at bay with my sketchbook open in her other hand to one page in particular. It was a sketch I managed to draw of her friend that was in my math class. “I mean, why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N? You know I woulda set you guys up-”

“-Because drawing someone doesn’t mean I like them,” I claimed, crawling across my bed to finally snatch the book from her hand. “And don’t tell him about this either.”

“Oh come on, why not?”

“Because I know you, Ronnie, and I know you’re gonna make a huge deal out of this! That or it’s just gonna sound really creepy when you tell him I was staring at him and drawing his face.”

“I think it’s sweet! Poetic, even-”

“-Jesus, Veronica-”

“-What? Is it wrong for me to be excited that you are finally showing interest in a guy?”

“I never said I was interested in him,” I reiterated with a head shake, now becoming frustrated that she was distracting me from getting my homework done.

“Plus it’s like the whole twintuition thing; you feel all happy and bubbly inside over a guy, I think I feel it, too-”

“-Earth to Veronica?? Are you hearing anything at all that I’m saying? Even more importantly, are you hearing yourself? I’m serious, don’t mention this to him or anyone else.”

“Not even B-”

“-No, not even Betty!”

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ofekma  asked:

Max and Sabrina "can you solve it?"

“Can you solve it?” Sabrina asked, leaning over his shoulder. “Chloe will be heartbroken if I don’t get her homework done in time.”

Max scoffed. “Of course I can solve it. It’s a rudimentary equation at best.” He moved his stylus efficiently across the tablet screen. “The real question is why you have put yourself in the position to be responsible for someone else’s work.”

“You do Kim’s work all the time!”

“Correction: I assist Kim in completing his homework. I never simply do it for him,” Max sniffed.

“Chloe is very busy and she’s my best friend. I’m happy to help her out however I can,” Sabrina replied, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater vest.

“If that’s the way you want to look at it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Max sighed and looked up from the tablet. “Physically speaking, you are an attractive female. Your hair alone is an indicator of a mutated MC1R gene which is interesting in and of itself. Despite how you act, I have seen that you are mostly brilliant and could do much more if you would only apply yourself. When not influenced by outside personalities, you are kind and thoughtful. It’s shame to see you debase yourself to human lackey is all.”

Sabrina blinked behind her glasses. “You think I’m pretty?”

“If you want to boil it down to single out one of a long list of qualities,” Max huffed.

Sabrina slid the tablet away from Max and set it to the side. He looked up at her, confused. “Tell me more about this MC1R gene.”

Originally posted by miraculousladybuggifs

Somehow I’ve never written Sabrina or Max before now so thank you so much for the prompt, @ofekma! Thanks for taking part in the 200 Followers Celebration Prompts!

I’m no longer taking prompts from the 2FCP list but I have started a new prompt list here. :)

His Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 8

warning;sexual content..

Hailey’s Pov

“Night Princess” is what i fell asleep to.

i closed my eyes with the sound of Luke’s voice.

i love when he calls me princess.. it makes me feel special.

..Morning after..

i woke up with a smile on my face not because it was finally Friday but because of what happened last night.

Luke hemmings fingered me.

he bought me food, i can’t believe how different he was last night.

i turned over in my bed and sat up, i looked over at the window wondering what he was doing right now

is he thinking of me?

oh my god what am i saying?

i need to stop these thoughts in my head.

i got up out of bed in need of a shower, so that’s what i done.

Luke’s Pov

..last night..

when i walked out of the bathroom Hailey was almost asleep.

i really wanted nothing more than to just get into bed with her and hold her close but i don’t do that.

i’ve never cuddled with someone let alone a girl.

i walked over to her and leaned down,she smiled at my touch making my heart beat faster..

what am i doing to this girl..

fuck what is she doing to me??

“Night princess” i whispered to her then i kissed her head and i walked over to the window but not before looking back..

she was asleep,she looked so peaceful unlike when i had her moaning underneath me..

..Morning after..

i woke up with a boner like any other morning but this time it was different.

i dreamt of what would have happened if i’d fucked Hailey last night, god it was such a good dream.

i turned on my back looking at my hard on..

if only Hailey knew what she done to me.

i looked over at the window wondering if she was thinking of me..

would she get herself off with the thoughts of me?

i got up of bed when i realised the time.. i need to get to school

i want to see Hailey..

fuck what am i saying???

Haileys Pov

Finally by break time i was so hungry.

i had class with Lauren so we both walked into the canteen together, she was telling me about this guy who she likes but i wasn’t really listening because Luke caught my eye.

he winked at me and then continued talking to Calum.

god that wink sent chills down my spin..

once we sat down Sophie joined us and in the conversation.

out of no where this girl walked over to Luke and he put his arm around her and she smiled up at him and then she whispered something..

what the hell?? i shouldn’t feel jealous but i do.. i really fucking do.

he’s not mine and i know who it is but i thought maybe.. oh i don’t know.

it’s never gonna be me he puts his arm around.

do i even want that?

of course i do..

“What’s wrong with you?” Lauren asked making me leave my thoughts and turn my attention back to my friends.

“ Nothing why?” I said back

she strugged her shoulders and then she continued talking to Sophie, i stayed silent for the rest of break i couldn’t take my mind of Luke.

the bell rang and it was time for class.

Art class.

a class i have with Luke, right now i don’t want to see him or be near him.

i need the toilet so i said goodbye to Lauren and Sophie when we were out of the canteen and then i walked in the direction of the toilet but i didn’t get very far because i was pushed into a storage room.

i knew who it was. I started to scream because he scared the fuck out of me and then he turned on the light.

yup he just dragged me into a storage room, what does he want now?

we stared at each other and then i was about to say something but then Luke pressed his lips against mine.

i felt him smirk against my lips making me smile but then i remembered about that slut in the canteen and i pulled away even though i didn’t want to because kissing him is amazing.

“what are you doing?” i asked him

his hands rested on my hips while mine stayed by my side, i didn’t want to touch him.

i was so angry with him but the way he looks makes my heart beat faster..

i am fucked.

he looked at me confused and said “ Kissing you?”

i really wanted to laugh because he sounded so innocent but i didn’t

“Why don’t you go kiss that girl you had your arm around a few minutes ago” i said looking away from him

after i said it i wanted to take it back, i sounded so jealous which i am but he shouldn’t know that

“wow i didn’t know you could get so jealous” Luke said pulling me closer

i tried not to smile at him because i wanted to show him i was annoyed with him but it wasn’t really working

“I’m not jealous, you’re just unbelievable” i said to him

he leaned down and i thought he was going to kiss me but he kissed a spot on my neck instead

“you’re so hot” he said and then he kissed the spot again.

i closed my eyes leaning my head back because he kissed me again in the spot that makes all the hairs on my body stand up.

“I want to fuck you so bad” he said between kisses on my neck..

if he keeps doing this someone will catch us… fuck we have class.

“you need to stop this, what if someone catches us?” i said to him and then he pulled away looking up at me

“So?” he said oh yeah like he doesn’t care if someone caught us together..

i rolled my eyes and i pushed him away intending to walk out but Luke stopped me

“Where do you think you’re going?” he said smugly while pulling me against him again..

i could feel his boner.. seriously? how is he horny?

i smirked up at him and said “ to class, i don’t want to be late more than i already am”

he smirked back at me walking me backwards until my back hit the door, the air in the room changed and i was no longer mad at him.

right now i couldn’t care about class right now.

the adrenaline was running through my body, i was aching for him to kiss me again..

“You’re not going anywhere fuck class” Luke said

i was going to repily but then Luke kissed me hard.

I gripped his top and pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, Luke groaned pulling my closer but then he lifted me up in his arms making me pull away because i was not expecting that.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands were on my exposed stomach thanks to my top that moved up when Luke lifted me up.

i was catching my breath and then i made the first move to kiss him again.

“ Do you want me to make you feel good again princess?” Luke breathed in my ear and oh my god that was so hot.

I couldn’t speak i just nodded my head.

Luke let me down and then he leaned down and then he started unbuttoning my jeans.

i can’t believe this is going to happen again! at school in a storage room when i should be in class.


I was brought back to reality when I felt Luke hand rub up and down my vagina I felt something deep inside me and I knew that feeling and I loved it.

“ Does that feel good princess?” Luke whispered I couldn’t speak so I just nodded and he smirked and inserted a finger.

I had to grab onto his arm because my legs were starting to feel like jelly and I knew I needed support or I would just fall.

Luke’s finger started to move and I knew I was close, I couldn’t hold in my moans anymore, he speeded up but things got more real when he added another finger.

“ Do you like that baby?” Luke whispered in my ear, I moaned in response and then he said

“ so wet for me” I was getting close I got feel myself ready to cum again and within seconds I felt wetness between my legs.

I was glad I was holding onto Luke because I would have fallen if I wasn’t my legs felt like jelly.

“ You taste so good baby” Luke said and I looked at him to see him licking his fingers.

“ One day I’ll taste you properly” he said..

What did he mean by that??

he stared at me for a minute and then the bell went meaning we have just missed a class.

this isn’t me.

i’ve just skipped class.

“ See you later princess” Luke said before moving me out of the way and walking out of the storage room.

I was just standing staring at the door, I didn’t want to go back out.

Luke was enjoying this I knew he was, he was fine with fingering me and then just getting on like nothing has happened where as I am freaking out.

suddenly my anger was back, he walks around with girls falling for him and just thinks he can do whatever. i mean he probably doesn’t care what he just done to me, he is probably chatting up some other girl right now.

i had a free period now so i decided to go to the library somewhere i knew Luke wouldn’t be.

i just sat and done some work that i should have done last night.

i keep forgetting i have homework all because of Luke.

just as i was doing homework i heard a teacher say my name making me stop breathing, i put my pencil down and looked up.

it was my art teacher.. fuck!

i didn’t show up for art class and i bet i will get in trouble for this.

i saw her look at me, she didn’t look happy and then she walked over to me.

i have never been in trouble before and i don’t like this feeling. I am going to kill Luke for this.

she stopped when she got to the table i was sitting at and then she spoke

“Can i have a word with you Hailey” she said

i grabbed my work and i followed her to Art class luckily no one was in the hall or this would all around the school in no time.

once we got to class she sat down at her desk and i walked over and stood at the front of it.

she looked up at me with a very unimpressed and worried look and said

“ What’s going on with you lately Hailey? You haven’t been yourself the last couple of days is everything alright?”

Oh god what do I say???

“ Nothing’s going on miss, everything is fine” hopefully she believes me…

She gave me a weird look and then said “ Okay just try not to be late again, you’re one of my best students I would hate for you to fall behind”

I didn’t know what to say other than “Thank you” and then I walked out of art.

it was lunch time but i wasn’t really hungry all this anger had made me lose the need to eat.

i walked into the canteen anyway and saw Lauren and Sophie already at our table, i couldn’t help but look over at Luke and of course he had Ashleigh in his lap while talking to his friends. i turned away before he could see i was looking.

once i sat down Lauren and Sophie stopped talking making me confused..

“What?” i asked them not sure why they were just staring at me

“You’ve been acting really weird lately” Sophie said making my eyes widen

i didn’t know what to say..

i got out of my lunch even though i wasn’t hungry and then i said

“I don’t know what you mean, i have been acting the same as always..”

i hope they believe me

Lauren leaned over looking at me trying to see if i would break but i wasn’t going too.

they would scream if they knew what was going on with me lately.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell us?” Lauren said

oh shit

do they know? they can’t know..

i didn’t know what to say.. do i tell them?

no i can’t.

i shook my head hoping they would forget this and believe me..

“Okay.. well if you ever need to tell us anything you know you can” Sophie said

i wanted to cry, this is why i love them.

they are always there for me

“Thanks guys, your the best” i said to them

but then our moment was ruined by the one and only Calum…

we all rolled our eyes and he leaned over our desk, a little to close for my liking.

Luke was standing behind him with Ashleigh on his arm, seriously why can’t she just fall in a whole and disappear..


“So little virgin why did you ditch class? everyone’s talking our Mrs. Hill pulled you today” Calum said

i almost chocked on my juice and i saw Sophie and Lauren giving me the what the hell look

i really do hate Calum, i can’t believe he found out.. or did Luke tell him.

i looked up giving Luke a glare before i turned to Calum who looked very smug at me.

i’m gonna have to lie about this or my friends will kill me.

“i didn’t ditch smart ass there is this thing called actually doing well in school and i was able to get out of Art class for something your brain couldn’t understand” i said to him

i felt really proud of myself for the confidence i suddenly had..

the smug look on Calum’s face was gone and he looked almost annoyed.. he isn’t someone you see a lot of emotion off.

Luke was looking at me with a what the fuck look but right now i couldn’t care.

he’s the only one who knows i’m lying and i hope he doesn’t say nothing.

“Well that’s not what i heard” Calum said finally i thought a cat got his tongue

i crossed my arms over my chest and was about to speak but then Ashleigh did..

“C'mon Calum let’s go i very much doubt this virgin ditched class”

she pulled Luke away with her and then Calum looked at me one last time and then followed them back to their table.

“What was that about?” Lauren asked

oh no.. i’m gonna have to explain myself more..

“i don’t know what Calum is talking about, i got asked to stay behind in History but Mrs.Hill didn’t know that so she asked to have a word with me during my free period” i said to them

total lie but i hope they believe me

i hope so because if i had said.. i ditched class because i was too busy kissing Luke in a storage room than to go to class oh yeah and he also fingered me as well..

i wonder what they would do if i did say that..

“Calum is such a prick” Sophie said

i was glad they believed me because i don’t know what i would say next if they asked more questions.. i’m not good with this lying stuff.

next thing i know my phone goes off.. which is strange.

i see i already had a message from my mum so i opened that first..

“Hunny, i will be working late so you will have to make dinner for yourself” it said

i rolled my eyes and then i opened my next message without seeing who it was from..

fuck it’s from Luke..

what the hell??

“meet you at yours after school?” it read

i had to read it again..

i forgot he had my number and i had his..

i was still feeling confident so i texted him back..

“No why don’t you go to Ashleighs after..”

i looked over at him to see him staring down at his phone with a screwed up face, i couldn’t help but almost laugh.

then the bell rang meaning lunch was over..

i had one more class and then i could go home.. i was happy about this.

i felt my phone vibrate again..do i want to see what he said or not??

of course i do..

“ Nah i wanna see you instead” it read.

okay that may have been the sweetest thing i’ve ever read but he isn’t getting me that easy, not when he’s been flirting with Ashleigh in front of my face.

so i texted him back while i walked to my next class which is English..

a class he is also in..

“well i don’t want to see you,sorry.. use protection”

i laughed as i put my phone away, this could get interesting..

i felt my phone vibrate again but i was already in class so i put my phone away into my bag and sat down with Sophie as the teacher was writing on the board.

Luke and Calum came in a few seconds later and of course they have to sit behind us.

i felt Luke kick my chair but i didn’t turn around.

i couldn’t take it no more, i got out my phone when the teacher wasn’t looking..

1 message from Luke

“ if that’s your way of telling me you want me to fuck you i’m up for it”

i couldn’t believe what he had just text me.

i put my phone away quickly in case the teacher saw and made me read out my message..

that would be interesting..

“Who are you texting?” Sophie whispered to me as i put my phone away

if only she knew.

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Title: Prove it
Pairing: Brendon X Reader
A/N: Request are open! 💕

So today was a okay day so far in school until you get to your last class which has your ordinary bad boy who is a asshole and tries to get everything his way which was brendon urie man that boy gets on your nerves

So in your class the teacher just let everyone chill and you decided to read a book since you like reading then all of a sudden you heard his voice

“Oh look it’s goody two shoes” he said

Oh god well isn’t this great

“Oh shut your trap you ass” you said

“Ouch I’m hurt” he joked

You just rolled your eyes at him and there was an empty seat next you and brendon gets into that seat and smirks at you

“What do you want urie” you said

“I bet you have never done anything bad” he said

“I totally have” you said and lied

“probably staying up past 9, and not doing your homework” he joked

“Oh shut it I have” you said

“Really then prove it by going to my party tonight I’ll pick you up just give me your address” he said

“Ummm I don’t think I’ll be able to go I might get caught” you said

“I knew it your too good to get into some trouble and have fun” he said

“No I’m not!” You said

“Then come to my party tonight” he said

“Ughh fine urie” you said

So you gave him your address and as the bell rang you were putting all your things away and you see brendon at the door

“I’ll see you later on tonight” he said and winked at you

You question why he winked at you and just brushed it off . as you got home you just thought in your head “why did I agree to this”

Part 2?

The Final Adventure

A Carry On Leavers Ball Fanfic 

words: 7,808

a/n: Big thanks to my irl friend Josie, who beta’d my fic, helped me when I got stuck, and didn’t get mad at me for dragging her into another fandom (okay, she got a little mad, but softened when I agreed to let her read some of my favorite fics). This is a normal 8th year fic, but I’ve obviously changed a bit from canon. i’ve also made the decision to post all the chapters at once.

Please like or reblog this so I’ll know if I should post more, and inbox ways I could improve (be nice tho pls I’m fragile).


x simon x

Going through the eighth year at Watford is optional. Attending the Leavers Ball at the end of term is also optional, but if you told this to certain people, they’d go to extreme lengths in order to convince you otherwise.

Penny is one of those people.

I was planning on going to the Leavers Ball anyways, but if I hadn’t been, Penny would’ve scared me into it. She keeps saying stuff like “it’ll be our final adventure at Watford!” and honestly, it makes me sad. She makes it sound like our promise to get a flat together is something she’s still thinking about, something that isn’t final. Of course, I wouldn’t blame her if she wanted to live with her boyfriend, Micah, in America instead, but I’m still trying to cling onto what sliver of hope I have.

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  • [Scene: Beth, age 8, is getting stuck on some homework.]
  • Me: "You're overthinking it. The simple answer is right in this case."
  • Beth: "Sometimes it's good to overthink things."
  • Me: "Ummm... it's almost never good to overthink things."
  • Beth: "But, if you think about it, a lot things /need/ overthinking."
  • Me: "Now you're overthinking overthinking!"
  • Beth: "That's good!"
  • Me: "No, because it's easy to get stuck in thinking and never get around to doing."
  • Beth: "Have you thought about this?"
  • Me: "Yeah, I've thought a lot about overthinking and how many times in life I've never done something because I overthought it."
  • Beth: "So you've thought about overthinking overthinking?"
  • Me: "Exactly."
  • Beth: "Now /that's/ overthinking!"
  • Me: "Could be. Really, I'm trying to have less /underdoing/ -- so I'm trying to have less overthinking."
  • Beth: "Underdoing?"
  • Me: "Like your homework. Finish this problem and move on!"