i'm the paper and you're the pen

We're still in Shawcross' office when there's a knock on the door and we hear the quavery voice of a freshman we encountered earlier
  • Freshman NPC: Uh, Professor Shawcross? Are you in there? I need you to sign my paper.
  • Me: Oh shit.
  • Corncop: Sure! (OOC) I open the door.
  • DM: You're actually going to show him your face?
  • Emily: Oh, no. I open it a crack and stick out my hand. (In character) Give it here.
  • DM: Okay. You feel a pen pressed into your hand by a very confused and nervous freshman, and a piece of paper held up to it.
  • Emily: I sign it.
  • Me: Are you seriously doing this.
  • Freshman: Uh, Professor Shawcross? Are you okay in there?
  • Corncop: Are you okay?
  • DM, laughing: You're not even going to disguise your voice?
  • Emily: Should I?
  • Me: You're a middle-aged man! Shawcross is a woman in her 30s!
  • Emily: Eh, whatever.
  • Freshman: ... I'm okay, yeah.
  • Perkins: Really? Because your voice sounds kind of weird.
  • Me: Oh my G@d.
  • Freshman: This is what my voice always sounds like.
  • Perkins: That's kind of sad, kid.
  • Freshman: I know. My doctor says the same thing.
  • *whole party loses it*

anonymous asked:

I lowkey hate when a customer has to sign off for a credit payment and they leave the pen and paper on their edge of the counter and I have to lean over the wide ass thing but it's an awkward maneuver ???? You're the one that wanted to use credit I'm just the bitch that has to ask you to sign when the shit prints out w ur receipt just hand it back please ):

Miss Virginia Breeley
Was Never Pleased To See Me
She Thought Me Quite Unseemly
And My Profession Impolite

She Thought it Quite Uncouth
That With Gin and with Vermouth
And With Spirits 80 proof
I Railed ‘gainst the dying of the light

She Said the Fate Of Fire
Was to gutter and Expire
as its Own Funeral Pyre
In the Depths Of Night

But with their Fate Averted
and their ends so closely skirted
their secrets are oft blurted
Which I in turn can cite

For My Job is to Attest
to The Sins they have confessed
whether solemn or in Jest
their knowledge is my Right

If Miss Virginia were to Learn
The Lessons of the Burn
And her wage of Secrets Earn
She’d probably die of fright

For Their Knowledge Hoarded
Is Often Dark, Or Sordid
Positively Morbid
Tales of Damnation and Of Blight

I Would let The Damned things Gutter
Extinguish with a Sputter
But I might Miss The Mutter
That Would let me Win The Fight

For They Always Seek
More Chaos They Can Wreak
To Make Our Defenses Weak
So They Can Reignite

For They Are Always Yearning
For Our Saftey Overturning
While In The Darkness Burning
The Conflagration Sprites

[Auxiliary Information]

anonymous asked:

I'm just a curious artist looking for tips and advice, and I was wondering what types of materials you use for your art? Like what kind of paper, liners, and paints possibly? Thank you! You're art is beautiful!

A peek at my stash! I also noted down which are the ones I use more frequently!

Pencil: 0.3 Mechanical Pencil, random pretty 2B pencils

Inking: Copic Multiliners, Neopiko Deleters, Sakura Micron, TOUCHliner, Black Sharpie, Uniball (White Pen)

Color (Paints, etc): Kissho Gansai (individual pans), Daler Rowney, etc. I buy individual tubes to try them. WARM COLORS ARE MY FAVOURITE. o<–<

Copics: The monochrome range and random colors because they’re pricey (;u;)

Books: Here are my sketchbooks - Pentallic (A6), Monologue (A5), Strathmore (A5), Journal Enviro/Bynd (A5)

Paper: I actually prefer using loose leaves at the moment. I’ve been using  Daler Rowney Aquafine Cold Pressed Watercolour Paper Pad (A4)

Have a blast drawing! \(^o^)/

the signs as panic! at the disco lyrics
  • Aries: "It's better to burn than to fade away / It's better to leave than to be replaced / I'm losing to you, baby, I'm no match / I'm going numb, I've been hijacked / It's a fucking drag" - Nicotine
  • Taurus: "The the time for being sad is over / And you miss them like you miss no other / And being blue is better than being over it (over it)" - Hallelujah
  • Gemini: "Things are shaping up to be pretty odd / Little deaths in musical beds / So it seems I'm someone I've never met" - That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)
  • Cancer: "Cause these words are knives that often leave scars / The fear of falling apart / And truth be told I never was yours / The fear, the fear of falling apart" - This is Gospel
  • Leo: "So, let me save you / Hold this rope and I'll pull you in / Because I am an anchor / Save her or feel it sinking / Let me save you, hold this rope / I am an anchor, sinking her" - Trade Mistakes
  • Virgo: "A lonely speaker in a conversation / Her words are spinning through his ears again [. . .] Say what you mean, tell me I'm right / And let the sun rain down on me / Give me a sign, I wanna believe" - The Ballad of Mona Lisa
  • Libra: "Tonight, tonight, you are, you are / A whispering campaign / I bet to them your name is 'cheap' / I bet to them you look like shh--" - There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered...
  • Scorpio: "That I am skin and bone / Just a king and rusty throne / Oh, the castle's under siege / But the sign outside says, "Leave me alone" - Always
  • Sagittarius: "The ink is running toward the page / It's chasing off the days / Look back at both feet and that winding knee [. . .] I know the world's a broken bone / But melt your headaches call it home" - Northern Downpour
  • Capricorn: "Stop stalling, make a name for yourself / Boy you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out / If you talk you better walk you better pack your shit up / With more than good hooks while you're under the gun" - London Beckoned Songs...
  • Aquarius: "I don't love love you I'm just passing the time / You could love me, if I knew how to lie / But who could love me? / I am out of my mind / Throwing a line out to sea / To see if I can catch a dream" - She Had The World
  • Pisces: "How does a heart love, if no one has noticed its presence / And where does it go? / Trembling hands play my heart like a trombone / The beats gone and lost in the show" - Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met...)
Monopoly Part 4
  • Chilled: *gets card that rewards him with ten dollars from each player for his "birthday"*
  • Ze: *now under twenty dollars* Give me my ten bucks back man!
  • Chilled: But you didn't even get me a card! God...
  • Ze: ... I'll make you a card right now if I have to. *looking around his room frantically*
  • Ze: If I make you a birthday card right now, would you give me the ten bucks? Please?
  • Chilled: ... No, I'm also in dire straits man-
  • Ze: I'll make you a card right now, I'll make it very cute... *grabbing papers and pens* Come on...!
  • Chilled: I don't want your card man, it's gonna make me feel bad.
  • Ze: Come on! *writing* 'To my favorite deputy...'
  • Smarty: You guys are SO gay. I love you guys, but goddamn.
  • Galm: You're racist.
Things said during a pen and paper RPG - Starter Pack
  • "I'm just gonna play on my flute."
  • "Hey baby, how about you play with -my- flute?"
  • "[psycho laughter]"
  • "Can I swim?"
  • "I don't know, can you?"
  • "Why did I bother writing a story when you wing this shit anyways!?"
  • "Shut up, you're not the game master anymore."
  • "I'm only racist towards dwarfs, gnomes, orcs and dragons."
  • "Can I punch him?"
  • "I'm gonna punch him."
  • "You actually thought we would fight that?"
  • "WATCH ME!"
  • "I hate you. Why do you hate me so much?"
  • "That wasn't me."
  • "He just banged the woman who gave us this quest!"
  • "I'm going to take out my fist weapon - and then I'm gonna punch a tree."
  • "You got drunk after on beer."
  • "Just leave him behind. Please."
  • "I'm not leaving ok? He's about to die!"
signs as panic! at the disco lyrics
  • Aries: Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos
  • I set my expectations high
  • So nothing ever comes out right (Turn Off the Lights)
  • Taurus: It's better to burn than to fade away
  • It's better to leave than to be replaced (Nicotine)
  • Gemini: If I should die tonight
  • May I first just say I'm sorry
  • For I, never felt like anybody
  • I am a man of many hats although I
  • Never mastered anything (C'mon)
  • Cancer: They said if you don't let it out
  • You're gonna let it eat you away
  • I'd rather be a cannibal, baby
  • Animals like me don't talk anyway (The Calendar)
  • Leo: Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness
  • So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach, for God sakes preach with conviction!
  • (I Constantly Thank God for Esteban)
  • Virgo: Asleep in the hive
  • I guess all the buzzing got to me
  • The rest of the life
  • At night your body is a symphony
  • And I'm conducting (The Calendar)
  • Libra: Boy you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out
  • If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up
  • With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun (London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines)
  • Scorpio: The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
  • The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in (Camisado)
  • Sagittarius: I was drunk and it didn't mean a thing
  • Stop thinking about
  • The bullets from my mouth (Hallelujah)
  • Capricorn: I'm skin and bone
  • Just a king and a rusty throne
  • Oh, the castle's under siege
  • But the sign outside says, "Leave me alone" (Always)
  • Aquarius: I don’t love you I'm just passing the time
  • You could love me if I knew how to lie
  • But who could love me?
  • I am out of my mind
  • Throwing a line out to sea
  • To see if I can catch a dream (She Had the World)
  • Pisces: If all our life is but a dream
  • Fantastic posing greed
  • Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
  • For diamonds do appear to be
  • Just like broken glass to me (Northern Downpour)

sadlifeofafangirlthings  asked:

Hello (again), thank you so much. I don't mind how long it takes you, and I'm well aware that you're probably busy so feel free to take as much time as you need. :) The list is: Mascara, Whiteboard pens, Orange Chairs, Dandruff, Paper, Valleys, Zebra's, Ostrich feathers and Rice crispies/bubbles (the cereal). I've managed to get gifs for some of her other ones, but I got stuck on those. Thank you so, so much, for your time. :)

anonymous asked:

How do you take your notes? Do you write them and then type them? I know you've already gotten asks about this and you did say that you're working on a post about your note taking process but I'm bad at taking notes and your notes are so pretty and organized!


Ah yes, this series on notetaking i’ve been sitting on for like half a year now lol fml. In the meantime, I might do a instagram story on it as compensation for making everyone wait (sorry!!) 

Whether I write or type my notes depends on the content I’m learning. As a rule of thumb, I tend to type my notes. I bring out the good ol’ pen and paper when I review my notes. 

Thank you so much for the compliment! I’d say the key to a good/ organised note taking process is to have a structured approach to the content you’re learning. Don’t be passive when you’re writing notes - read critically. That way, you’re ‘organising’ your notes as your read. 

Things that might help in that regard: 

  • Start from the abstract (or if you’re fortunate enough to have chapter reviews or summaries, start there you lucky bastards) 
  • Go straight to the conclusion 
  • Identify the thesis/ key argument/ concept of the chapter 
  • Flick through the headings and subheadings 
  • Note the key ‘examples’ used 
  • Note the key terminology used 
  • Organise in terms of priority 
  • Use your course syllabus as a guide as to what points are relevant and what points you can afford to skip 
  • This post by @vanesastudies
  • This post by @strive-for-da-best

Once you’ve got the ‘structure’ of your notes down, its really a matter of finding a way of reflecting that structure in your notes. Whether it be through colour coding, font styles etc. You can do it with a billion of colours, or (as I did in high school) just underline/ draw boxes etc. 

…. and for long time followers who’ve seen my notes, y’all know I abuse heading styles on word and colour code my things to a fault. 

Most importantly, don’t be afraid to adapt your note taking style to the style of content you’re studying. There’s no one size fits all for studying - different disciplines emphasise different skills. 

All the best anon! 

anonymous asked:

I see you're good at giving advice and I know this may be a hard topic for yourself and others but I literally don't know what to do.. I'm on the verge of killing myself, I have literally no hope left and I'm emotionally deteriorating. I feel so ugly and alone and I feel like everyone hates me. I live in the UK and I need help, I need someone to help me before I completely give up

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper infront of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. 

You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going through, you’re alone or at least that’s what you think. Nobody would care if you’re alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody. 

It’s night, and you slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ you whisper into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breathe and end it all. 
No body cares, right? Well you thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door.

She doesn’t know you can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’regone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. 

Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 or 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had said ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work for long. Nobody cares, right? 

8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door it’s the school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat you like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~ he’s blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at you for forgetting your homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right? 

Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you. He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? 

It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back home. The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming every night wishing for you to come back. The boy who would always bother you dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right? 

Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can’t she can’t say goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never. 

It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’re somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but you don’t, and you won’t. 

Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t show it, they care about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you won’t know just how much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the wrong choice. 

Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going through now but bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your life. 

Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how would the people that love you feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and more tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable. 

If after reading this you still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. I’m here for you whenever you need me, and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for you whenever you need them. 

I want you to know that in someones eyes you are beautiful. be proud of who you are. don’t take shit from noone and don’t wait up for a non existent prince charming. most of all if you need it, I am always here <3

Paper Stars
  • Saitama and Genos are just chilling at home, hanging out on the balcony and watching the stars on Saitama's futon. They're cuddled close together, Saitama's head on Genos's shoulder even though he should be uncomfortable and cold. He's not and never has been.
  • Genos: Sensei?
  • Saitama: Yeah? What's up?
  • Genos: Do you believe in fate?
  • Saitama: *contemplates* No. Do you?
  • Genos: *slightly uncomfortable and ashamed* Of course not!
  • Saitama: *straightens up to look Genos directly in the eye* Genos, do you believe in fate?
  • Genos: Yes...
  • Saitama: Why?
  • Genos: If choices destroyed my town, then there was something I could've done to-
  • Saitama: No, stop. *gets up and goes into the kitchen*
  • Genos: Sensei?!
  • Genos gets up from their small cocoon to follow his sensei, where he's got a stack of paper, a pair of scissors, and what was previously a pickle jar. Saitama finally stops digging through a drawer to hold up a pack of cheap crayons and some pens in triumph.
  • Saitama: *points at table* Sit, I wanna show you something.
  • Genos: *does as instructed* Sensei, what're you doing?
  • Saitama: I don't believe in fate, but you do. So I'm gonna help you. Cut the paper like this, write a wish, color it.
  • Genos: I don't -
  • Saitama: Trust me. Then you fold it like this, tuck it like this...and then pop it like this. What does it look like?
  • Genos: A star? You're showing me how to make paper stars?
  • Saitama: Not just any stars. Lucky stars. You put your wishes in a jar like this, and then when it's full the wish you wrote the most will come true.
  • Genos: But Sensei doesn't believe in fate.
  • Saitama: *scratches nose* Yeah, well, you do. So that's your new mission: whenever you have a wish, you make a star just like I showed you.
  • Genos: *filled with determination* Yes, Sensei!
  • Saitama watches for a little while as Genos attacks the stack of paper with creative force, writing on the slips of paper so quickly that he can't read them. He makes his way back to the balcony to bring his futon and the blankets inside again.
  • Genos: *from the table* Thank you, Sensei.
  • Saitama: *smiling* Any time.
Shit I've Said This Week Sentence Starters (pls send me one)
  • "I have been DEFENDING him, only to find out he has a furstuit."
  • "Other than the overwhelming sense of uselessness and self hatred? Yeah, I'm okay."
  • "Fun fact: hot water stings when you pick off half the skin on your cheek out of anxiety."
  • "Long story short, I got hit in the face with a tennis racket. Twice."
  • "He's not a potato. He's more of a pretzel. Warm, soft, and salty."
  • "I'm fine, just got a little blood in my eye."
  • "I gotta go home and do some hardcore studying. I'm so excited."
  • "There are people on this Earth that honestly believe that Deadpool is a heterosexual."
  • "The coffee I got has for times the amount of caffeine as a regular coffee. I have made a mistake."
  • "It's like the elephant in the room, only the elephant is a huge wall of dildos."
  • "How many languages is too many?"
  • "I have to memorize the entire thing by tomorrow. Time to make some bad life decisions."
  • "I have to reread Harry Potter. I've only read it four times."
  • "I can barely stand, how the fuck do you expect me to go up all of those steps?"
  • "Current mood: Gayngst."
  • "I'm PMSing so hard today. I want McDonald's and earlier I saw a video of some baby goats in a punch bowl and started crying."
  • "Who the fuck has money for textbooks?"
  • "Who needs sex when you could have glitter pens or those felt tipped pens that write like pens but sound like markers against paper?"
  • "Can I dump a five hour energy drink into my coffee or would that be too much?"
  • "Three groups of people left the restaurant because of me. Honestly I'm a little proud."
  • "They put the baby clothes next to the sex toys so you're reminded of the consequences of your actions."
  • "This class gave us free sketchbooks. FREE. SKETCHBOOKS."

bcrnentertainer-deactivated2017  asked:

The female sighed as she looked Bruce who wasn't making eye contact with her. She looked at the papers in front of her, papers for the adoption of Timothy Drake. She read through the whole paperwork and pulled out a pen to sign it and once she did, she stood up. "I'm glad you're letting me take him.. You've done enough damage to the poor boy.." Bruce glared before standing up and leaving.

Timothy was told to wait outside with the trustworthy butler with his backpack strapped to his back, full of his most important things like photos and medication and the one thing he has left from his parents all stored in his bag. He was happy about leaving that Bruce but not so much leaving Alfred but Dixie promised he’d visit him. He smiled when he saw her coming out the office the 10 year old had another chance at life..lets hope it didn’t end the same way it did with Bruce.

anonymous asked:

Erie smiled softly as she read the local newspaper and was drawn to an add put out by the army. It was calling for people willing to be pen pals with homesick soldiers. She thought it was a magnificent idea and got started writing the letter almost immediately. "Dear Soldier, Hi, my name is Erie Kirkland. I am sorry you're feeling homesick and I would hope this letter would ease that feeling. I'm glad to have people like you defending this nation. A grateful citizen, Erie Kirkland."

Master Sergeant Alexander F. Jones, proud Marine, was surprised when the Army dropped by their camp to hand out letters. He had heard what the Army was doing and had been one of them to sign up for it, since it would be nice to speak to someone other than family.

He grins as he saw the pretty script writing, “Erie…beautiful name.” Ally picks up a pen and paper and immediately writes back, ‘Dear Erie, Hey the name’s Alexander F. Jones but just call me Ally, everyone does. Thanks, it sucks being so far from home but if it meant protecting my country, I’ll do anything I can. Nah, never brave, just crazy enough to handle a tank. Your Devil Dog, Ally F. Jones, Master Sergeant for the Marine Corps.’