idk if its like...all the way done

how to stay productive

i rly srsly have a problem with this especially after school ))): like im always on tumblr or something so i never get anything done rip

so im gonna try to practice what i preach from now on!!! lets get into it!

preparing for productivity

  • when you get home from school or work, give yourself a 20-50 minute break. lets be honest we all have those days when we try to jump right into doing whatever the heck you need to do right when you get home but after like 20 minutes you’re distracted and a mess and not getting any work done. the easy way to prevent this is to give yourself time to do all of that before you start your work so you’re not distracted later (give urself an hour if its been an especially long day). eat a snack, wash ur face tbh, whip your hair, idk what you crazy kids do but do it. srsly. just get it out of the way.
  • get everything ya need in one place. this is kinda a no-brainer especially since it’s all over tumblr. but srsly why get up every 5 minutes to get a pencil or something? just have it all in the first place. ez.
  • turn off your phone or put it in airplane mode. personally i like to pretend like im so determined and focused but every time i see the little t at the top of my phone im just gone. don’t let it distract you. if you need the internet, use your laptop/computer for less distractions.
  • set the mood. idk what you do, whether thats playing the moana soundtrack hanging up fairy lights, putting on your diffuser or playing rap music; idk man! do it.

actually doing the thing

  • alright so now u got ur fairy lights, ur mildliners, ur face washed, and ur apple juice (??? apple juice is lit???). now throw yourself into it. literally just force yourself to do it. don’t know how??? welll!!! not sure how to help you! (no im kidding don’t leave yet pls)
  • use the touch it once rule. this is a favorite of the studyblr community. it means that everything on your to-do list, everything you know you need to accomplish– start it. just tell yourself “i’ll only do 3 math problems” or “i’ll only work on this resume for 5 minutes”. they say the hardest part is always starting. chances are, that unfinished worksheet is going to really bother you and you’ll end up finishing it. if not, then just come back to later and touch it again and again until you finish it. tedious, but it works.
  • use the “two minute rule”. i got this one from @emmastudies! this rule means that if anything on your list takes 2 minutes or less to do (checking your emails, checking your tumblr inbox or something), do it. just get it done.
  • keep it balanced. do like one easy task and then one hard task so you’re getting everything done but not overwhelming yourself either.
  • break down your tasks. don’t just look at a giant task like “write a 3-page paper”. break it down into smaller subtasks like “plan paper. draft paper. edit paper. type and print paper.” its much less scary to look at.
  • visualize procrastination as a monster. i do NOT take credit for this one; i saw it in a masterpost somewhere so this isnt mine!!! but basically i read that you should look at procrastination as a scary opponent ready to eat you alive (and honestly it is). tackle it. don’t let it attack. be so scared of it that you don’t let it get anywhere near you.
  • honestly just do it and keep at it. stop letting procrastination kick your ass so that you can be productive and stay productive. the work is it’s own reward (:
check please characters as john mulaney quotes
  • bitty: it’s 100% easier not to do things than to do them
  • jack: in terms of, like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin
  • shitty: eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs
  • lardo: i have had a very long day. i am very small and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress i am under
  • ransom: holster and i have a new house. it was built in the '20s, but it was flipped in 2014. which means it's haunted, but it has a lovely kitchen backsplash
  • holster: nothing that i know can help you with your car ever. unless you’re like, “hey, i’ve got a flat tire, does anyone here know a lot about 30 rock”?
  • chowder: it's fun to be married. i’ve never been supervised before. i’m supervised. farmer studies what i do, like an anthropologist. she'll be like, “sometimes, he will watch a movie on tv even though he already owns that movie on dvd. pointing this out confuses and upsets him"
  • nursey: the bad guy would hold the joint in a villainous way. they'd always offer the joint in a way that no one ever holds a joint. like it's a skull in a shakespeare play
  • dex: i’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day, i’ll die
  • tango: ah... numbers, the letters of math
  • whiskey: sometimes babies will point at me, and i don’t care for that shit at all

Oh my god, in last night’s Bob’s Burgers, Bob takes Gene to a laser light rock show at the planetarium (super important to Bob, because it was his favorite when he was a teenager, and this is the last night before they’re closing the exhibit because it’s old and no one goes anymore, also it’s Bob’s birthday), and Gene has no idea what he’s in for, but he gets pumped for it anyway ‘cause Bob’s so excited about it, and finally they get in there and they’re watching it, and Gene has a sensory overload and kinda starts freaking out ‘cause he can’t handle it, so Bob takes him out and they sit in the car for a bit.  Gene’s angry because Bob didn’t tell him it would be so loud and scary, so Bob offers to play the album for Gene at a normal volume, and Gene starts to enjoy it, so he reclines the seats, takes out the cigarette lighter, tells Gene to pretend it’s a laser, and starts drawing in the air, explaining the plot to him (it’s like a full on Pink Floyd or Rush-esque rock opera about a bunch of robot overlords telling rockers that they can’t play music anymore, and one Rebel rising against them).  Gene gets really into it and decides he wants to see the finale of the laser show (which Bob regards as a life-changing experience), so they sneak back into the planetarium (there’s no re-entry allowed) with a few tricks that parallel the story from the album, and watch the climax of the show together (Bob fashions some earplugs for Gene out of a napkin).  On the way home, Bob’s asking Gene how he liked it, and Gene says “I loved it!”, Bob asks him to speak louder ‘cause his ear’s are shot, and Gene yells, “I LOVED IT, DAD”.  Bob yells back “I love you too, Gene”.

I FUCKING!!! CAN’T!!! DEAL!!!! WITH HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS!!! I know i don’t talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but this show is flawless and charming and gross and funny all at the same time, the characters are written like people with actual fears and anxieties, and unlike a lot of comparable shows, the comedy doesn’t come from the family being pitted against each other, it’s always the family against the world… I love it, I love it, it’s so pure and refreshing and still somehow manages to be funny without sacrificing it’s heart, and I fuckin’ love it, please watch Bob’s Burgers holy CRAP okay I’m done.

“It’s time to let go, All the pain, all regret, all the anger, all of you.”

Its the only way you can heal Jasper. 

Okay so Actually this isn’t done, I have more i wanna do with it, like idk shading and stuff, but I won’t have time for a bit, i really need to try and get some commission, which means advertising oh well… 

I haven’t actually really drawn jasper before, and this idea wouldn’t let me be, so here we go. 

Yes, i have that theory about the flower gems things being shards of pink diamond, many theories, no time. 


OKAY UHM FIRST OF ALL I BIT OFF MORE THAN I COULD CHEW, I WAS GONNA DRAW ALL OF THEM. LIKE ALL OF EVERYONES CHARACTERS, AND THEN HALF WAY THROUGH DRAWING THIS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, HOW IN THE HELL WOULD I BE ABLE TO DO THAT? SO U  H NAH. sorry ;; these are the only characters i got done. 25 people. idk i feel kinda bad but i just dont think id be able to do such a task- so uhm ye here you go. im sorry its shit xD like its all messy,,,

vg stuff belongs to @blogthegreatrouge  also if u ever see my submission, his name is actually bob. bob is his name, not max. its bob. AND NOW THE TAGGING WILL COMMENCE

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AHHH don E

okay but the only marichat i can genuinely see is the kind where it’s not 2am balcony visits but just two people trying to find out what the other is like (in a non-romantic way more like who the hell is this person and what makes them them)

like marinette saying an off hand comment about chat being looked over all the time in favour of ladybug saying things along the lines of “they’re a team ladybug cant fight without chat” and adrien just being touched that his awkward school friend sticks up for chat?? 

like he wants to thank her but knows if he turned around and told her in class it wouldnt quite work out so well. but he’s curious as to what she’s like since she rarely gets a full sentence out around him when he tries to have a conversation

when chat knocks on the bakery door one day whilst her parents are out she’s curious about her partner. (don’t try to tell me people would talk because I present you the evillustrator ep where he just stood outside her door talking and no one saw) so she invites him in for some croissants or something.

at first its just like “a cat told me that you talked highly of me today i just wanted to extend my purrsonal thanks, princess.” and she just brushes it off like it’s no big deal but she’s also curious about what her partner is like. when hes not trying to show off for her or impress “his lady”.

at first it starts off as casual visits to the bakery timed when her parents are gone but when that proves hard they progress to afternoon/afterschool balcony visits. the visits are just two friends hanging out, laughing about any mutual interests they have (chat confessed he liked anime and mari confessed she liked cheesy tv shows and they each watch the other’s suggestion to get to know each other better). 

their interactions start to ooze into their other personas. adrien casually referencing a tv show she had suggested to chat and she barely even notices. ladybug mentioning to chat that she agreed that sunsets were the best time of day, even though he had only told that to marinette as chat.

slowly things start to trickle in about each other and only then do they put the pieces together. cue suspicion of identities on both sides. their visits becoming flustering messes because “the coincidences are too similar this definitely might be their crush it might be adrien/ladybug” but also hesitant because what if theyre wrong?

it all comes out of the bag when marinette and adrien are working on a school project together (they were paired up by ms bustier) and marinette casually goes “chat can you pass me that book over there?” adrien complies, not noticing for one moment she used the wrong name. 

five minutes pass before both realise what they had done. adrien is freaking because he’s like “oh no i let the cat out of the bag” punning even in the face of disaster when tikki lets him off the hook and reveals mari after she becomes too flustered with the words to say

they then are red in the face and bursting with happiness when they go to school as boyfriend/girlfriend

love.exe | ch 2

Originally posted by cxlisto

chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

summary: now having realized the truth about what jun is, you take him back to your apartment, where you learn even more about him.

characters: jun/original female, svt members, members of pristin

genre: the fluffiest stuff

word count: 4.1k 

a/n: YOOOOOO thanks for all the good responses on the first chapter bois i was so inspired i wrote this one w in an HOUR 4 hours so enjoy dis teeth rotting fluff

That evening, you brought Jun back to your apartment, unsure where he’d be left out on the streets if the police figured out what he was. 

You still struggled to fully grasp what he was also, but you were at least willing to learn and keep it a secret as well. Parking the car out front, it wasn’t raining as you stepped outside anymore, but the wind was harshly blowing, which wasn’t any better for your cold. 

Jun seemed to notice this, as upon your first sneeze, he called out from inside the car, “Are you alright?" 

After all, he couldn’t get out. The car door handle was still broken. 

Opening the door, you nodded, watching Jun quickly step out and wrap his arms around you. "Your body temperature is quite cold. I shall warm you up.” The gesture would have been sweet, but it was already late and you were still out in public. “Um, Jun–,” you stammered, trying to close the car door while still in his embrace. “—we need to get inside." 

Jun’s temperature sensors really did the trick, as once you were inside, you no longer felt freezing from your cold. 

The boy-bot stared around, curious about the abode. "Make yourself at home, I guess. Are you hungry? Wait, do robots need to eat?" 

"I am actually completely self-sufficient,” Jun replied. “There is no need for me to eat, sleep, shower, or rest at any time.” You sighed in relief, knowing that you would still only mainly need to provide for yourself at best. 

“Wait, so if I asked you to eat, would that be impossible?" 

"No, I could eat. I simply don’t need to." 

"Oh. Well, what about your battery? Something robotic has to have a battery, right?” Jun pointed to the back of his neck, where you could see a small indentation sticking out. 

You pressed it, and a control panel popped out, with different stats that confused you the more you tried to understand them. Regardless, the word ’battery’ was there, and next to it was a 99% symbol, so you assumed he’d be okay for quite a while. 

In fact, most of the control panel looked like this: 

Model: JW61096
Version: 1.0
Current status: idle
Battery: 99% (5.5 months left)
ES: 2% discovered
HC: Not in progress

 You weren’t sure what HC or ES stood for, but you noticed two ports and a button on the outside of the panel. 

One of them must be to charge him, you thought. ‘Reset’ sat under the button, which you refused to press. 

Closing the panel, Jun sat up once again, looking at you attentively. “Did you find everything you need to know?” You nodded. “Just a few more things. How long does your battery last?” “Six months." 

You blinked. That was already a long period of time. "How do I charge you?” “Most cords work, however, I believe your cellular device’s charger would function.” “How long?” “Five to ten minutes.” “It takes you five to ten minutes to charge up to 6 months?!" 

Well, that’s bizarre

It was already close to 9 pm at that point, and being accustomed to sleeping earlier, you yawned, drowsy. A pair of strong arms picked you up bridal style, and you yelped at Jun, who replied, "My love is tired, she must go to bed.” He held a strong grasp, “Wait, wait, but we didn’t get to talk about—” Jun stopped in his tracks, still mid-hallway.  

“Why’d you stop?" 

"You said wait, my love." 

Groaning, you forgot how literal he was to your every move. "Take me to my room and we’ll talk about it there.”

You had to admit, being carried around by Jun wasn’t half bad, especially if he was willing to do it. He didn’t break a sweat, nor make any sounds of struggling. 

Opening the door to your bedroom, you turned on the light, Jun sitting down on the bed, you still in his arms. “Jun. You can put me down now." 

"Is that what you want?" Honestly, no

He put you down anyway, a bit to your disappointment. "So this apartment has two bed rooms, but the other one’s kind of empty.." 

"Going into sleep mode helps me save battery,” he murmured. 

“Good, because from now on, you’ll be sleeping anywhere from 7-9 hours at night every night." 

"I do what my love asks,” he replied with a golden smile. “Where will I be sleeping?" 

You don’t have any other beds in the apartment, and the couch in the den is not only small, but it’s cold at night in the den, and you don’t own many blankets… 

You sighed. "You’ll just have to sleep in here with me, I guess. Just until we find you a new bed!" 

Jun cheered. "I’m so happy, I get to sleep with my love Y/N in her bed!” The happiness was truly an innocent type, the bot’s naivety coming out to play again. Emotional sensors rising..

“I don’t know what I’m going to about Nayoung’s car, though..” You checked your phone, and you had a few stray calls and messages from both her and Wonwoo. Jun rose from the bed. “I will be back, my love,” he chimed, and left the room. 

You heard the front door open and close, and gasped, watching him through the window as he walked towards Nayoung’s car. He walked with a normal gait, making him look even more normal. It was dark, and you couldn’t see much of what was going on except for Jun crouched against the car door. It took him only thirty seconds to close the door and walk back towards the apartment. 

The front door opened and closed again, the lock clicking. 

“I fixed it, my love!" 

Eyebrows furrowed, you ran out to the hallway, where Jun stood, a smile on his face. "It is all fixed, so please tell Nayoung that she has no reason to worry." 

You gaped. "What kind of weird robot tools did you use to fix that?” Jun cocked his head to the side. “Weird to you, possibly, but not to me. How is your sickness doing, my love?" 

You sniffled. "It could be better,” you wiped your nose on your jacket, “but I thought we were going to call me by my first name now?"  
Jun gasped in horror, bowing and apologizing. "I forgot, please forgive me!" 

Coughing, you laughed a little. He’s not real, right? "I guess it’s okay if you call me by that in private.. but not in public! People will give you weird looks if you start yelling 'my love’ everywhere." 

 Jun rose, and nodded. "Understood.”

While spending a little more time with Jun, you learned that his brain worked as a database; he compiled information as much as he could inside it. He didn’t lack emotions, but he hadn’t discovered most of them yet, nor has he had the chance to understand the ones he has already.

You also learned that he was a master chef, and did most things efficiently and quickly. While he planned on making you a four-course meal with a massage, you went against that, instead asking him for toast and some meds for your cold.

(He had to look up what toast was; “Burnt bread?” “Not burned. There’s a toaster in the kitchen.”)

While he took care of that, you changed out of your work clothes, swapping them for comfy pjs.

Thankfully, Jun walked in as soon as you were done changing. “Common courtesy is to knock, Jun.”


You were nearly ready to snuggle into bed, until you realized; Jun was still dressed in the same clothes from two days ago, and he had to sleep in your bed right next to you..

Scurrying to your drawers, you looked for any old clothes or oversized shirts that would hopefully fit the boy-bot. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity as he watched.

Finding one of your largest shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were three times your size, you handed them to Jun, who took them tentatively, probably doing research. “Go change, we’ll need to wash those clothes sometime soon.”

You paused, gasping.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

The boy-bot blinked. 

“Give me a moment while I do my research on underwear.”

It took fifteen minutes to at least find something that looked like a pair of boxers, and then you sent him to your bathroom. “Change!”

You stood outside the door in case he needed help. A question had suddenly crossed your mind; one you didn’t want to ask.


“Yes, my love?” he called from inside, voice muffled by the door.

“Do you have a..?” you struggled to find the right word.


You looked down at your fingertips, shy. “A r-reproductive organ..?”

The door opened, and in the doorway stood Jun, looking unfazed by your question. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

Jun looked more decent now, wearing one of your brother’s old college shirts, and a pair of sweatpants which were loose enough on him, thanks to his lanky exterior.

“H-how is that even possible? You’re a robot, are you supposed to have those kinds of organs?”

“Well, I was doing my research, and I believe I identify better with the term ‘android’. Mostly because I looked up ‘human robots’ and got negative responses, with bots that looked nothing like me. Androids seemed to be better received. And I do have human skin, and am supposed to operate like a human, so it’s only important that I have the organ as well. I can’t reproduce, my love, but I will do my best to satisfy you in case that day ever comes,” Jun rambled, grabbing both your hands.

He was kind of right, android sounded cooler than robot. When you thought of robot, you thought of something metalloid with hinges and sensors that beeped every second.

The ‘pleasing’ part caused you to whimper a little, only because of how vulgar it sounded.

“Trust me Jun,” you stared at him, “humans take a long time in relationships before they ever get to.. that stage.”

Having eaten your toast and taken your medicine, you only inspected that the back and front doors were locked, and that Nayoung’s car was also locked and still in your driveway. You considered texting Wonwoo to make sure that Nayoung was alright, but he was most likely already asleep himself, and you could see his car in the driveway all the way from the apartment’s front window. 

Jun lied on your bed, still making interested noises with the familiar teen girl magazine that you’d bought for him in his hands.

Looking up, he grinned, watching you stand in the doorway. “Is it time for sleep now, my love?”

“Pretty much. How do you go into sleep mode?” you asked.

“Almost like a normal human would. I close my eyes for 30 seconds, and I am asleep.”

You turned the light in the room off, feeling the need of sleep for once. “If you’re going to be staying here, we’re going to have to buy you more clothes,” you yawned mid-sentence, feeling sleep want to take you over as you slipped under the covers of the bed.

“That seems like a nice idea,” Jun muttered quietly, turning towards you. “You look tired. Sleep, my love. I won’t sleep until you will.”

“Goodnight Jun,” you murmured, resting into the comfy mattress of your bed. Turning off the lights didn’t do much for the android himself, as he had night vision to rely on, but feeling the peaceful atmosphere of the room, and hearing the light patter of rain against the window once more, Jun was certain he had learned a new emotion—calmness. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, and felt his internal sensors shutting down, entering the human-like sleep mode. Breathing enabled.. database shut down, bodily functions paused. 

In your dreams that night, you dreamed of a particular boy-bot, one with a shining smile, and a mind that was both innocently naive but also incredibly smart.

The following morning, you were the one to wake up first, and you almost forgot that Jun was 75% metal. His mouth was slightly parted open, and you could hear distinct breathing, along with his chest rising up and down.

You hesitantly reached a hand out to touch his hair, which was surprisingly soft. It was a chestnut color, combed in a floppy way, however now it was all over the pillows as the boy peacefully slept.

The attention to detail of this creation still had you questioning why he was tossed aside in a dumpster, as you could make out the gentle callouses on his fingertips, the length of his eyelashes, and his pillowy, soft-looking skin.

You grazed the side of his face with your hand, gasping quietly at how soft and realistic his skin truly felt.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, and you scoffed. It was Saturday morning, so you had no shifts until the afternoon, and even then, those were optional.

Being cautious not to wake the boy-bot up as you stepped out of bed (after all, you weren’t sure what would and what wouldn’t wake him up), you put on a pair of slippers, making your way towards the front door.

Opening it, you sighed. “Hello?”

“Morning to you too,” Wonwoo snorted, taking in your appearance. “It’s eleven and you’re still dressed like that?”

It’s already 11 am? Damn. “And so what if I am? Did you need something?”

“Actually I did, Nayoung crashed the fuck out at my place yester—” “My love?” Another voice called out.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows raised, and he stared at the floor awkwardly. You turned, only to see Jun standing close behind you, bedhead wild, and even worse, shirtless.

“Well.. nice turn of events. Nayoung wants her car back, by the way. She’s at my place right now, but she’s still sleeping, so I thought I’d stop by, but uh, you seem to be busy,” Wonwoo said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Gaping, you realized how bad this looked. “It’s not what it looks like! He just—”

“Nah, I got it. Uh, pop in when you have the chance, yeah?”

He waved, and it almost seemed like he speed-walked back to his own apartment, shutting the door with a slam.

Closing your own door, you looked at Jun, who stared aimlessly. “Why are you shirtless?”

“When I woke up, I was starting to overheat, so I took it off.”

You sighed. “Jun..” “Was that your coworker?” You nodded. “He lives right next door.”

“It would seem I’ve done something wrong again?” he asked, a somber tone in his voice.

“No, no, no, it’s fine,” you quickly muttered, rushing over to Jun. “It was just bad timing, is all. People think it’s weird when you answer the door late and then have a guy come up behind you without his shirt on.”

“Really? I will make note of that as I make breakfast.”

Jun was surprisingly a good cook, although you wondered if his skills would have been the same provided he was human. You didn’t have many groceries, but he was able to make a decent omelette and pancakes with what you did have.

Needless to say, it was a lot better than eating instant ramen.

“Considering I don’t know where else to take you, you’ll have to stay here at home,” you said between mouthfuls of egg.

Jun looked at you in horror. “At home.. away from you? Is that safe?”

You nodded. “Should be fine, as long as you don’t go anywhere.”

Jun thought about it. “I do not think I feel safe leaving you there alone. However, research I am doing shows low statistics of assault, and forums say that any responsible boyfriend lets their beloved come and go as they please if they truly trust them. I trust you, my love!”

The sheepish smile on his face was adorable.

“I will miss you dearly, my love,” Jun chimed, watching you standing in the doorway. You laughed. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours Jun, and Nayoung will both take and bring me back. If anything happens, you can dial my phone with the number I told you. Remember it?”

He recited the number perfectly. Perks of having an automatic brain.

Once you were gone, Jun looked around him, still unfamiliar with many of the objects in the apartment. “Time to do research,” he mumbled.

For once, you weren’t on register duty for once, and you calmly made conversation with both Nayoung and Wonwoo for most of your shift.

“So Y/N,” Nayoung pressed, leaning over the counter, “how did yesterday go? You never called me back.”

You scoffed. “I returned your car, didn’t I?” Shoving chip bags into aisles, Wonwoo laughed. “Her boytoy spent the night with her.”

That emit a gasp from Nayoung. “Y/N!”

Shut up,” you hissed at Wonwoo, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Turning back to Nayoung, you placed your hands on the counter. “It’s not like that,” you began, “Won’s just mad because he didn’t get to see me all pretty for once.”

The male snorted. “Since when do you call me Won?”

“Since when do you care about my love life?” Scoffing, he shoved a bag into your hands. “I don’t.”

“We’re not done, Y/N,” Nayoung playfully sang. “We are so talking about this later.”

“Later? Like over text?”

She laughed. “No, silly! We’re going out for drinks later.”

“A reminder neither me nor Y/N are legal,” Wonwoo pointed out, raising his eyebrows at a box of condoms.

The oldest sighed. “Fine. We’ll grab a few slushies from here and hang out back at your place,” she replied, looking at you.

“My place? I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” Nayoung whined. She gasped. “Don’t tell me… he wasn’t just a one night stand!”

You didn’t see it, but Wonwoo’s head whipped around, and he gripped the box he was holding tighter.

“Aw! Y/N! I’m so happy for you,” she yelled, running over to hug you. “It only took you a month to get a boyfriend!”

You groaned. “He’s not my boyfriend! We didn’t even do anything! Honestly, I’m not even sure what we are.. but that doesn’t matter! Neither of you are allowed over until I say so!”

Nayoung pouted. “Bullshit. But fine, have it your way. At least tell us what his name is!”

“Wen Junhui,” you replied, sweeping up dust off the floor.

“That doesn’t sound Korean.”

“Isn’t Wen the name of that rich owner of some Chinese company?” Wonwoo asked, suddenly now more interested in the conversation then in honey butter chips.

“Ooh, I think so! Do you think he’s rich? Oooooh, Y/N, you scored yourself a good one!”

“Thanks,” you replied flatly.

After your shifts, the three of you each got a slushie. Since yesterday, your cold seemed to have worn off, and the weather was pleasant enough, far nicer than it had been days ago.

Wonwoo was the one who drove you back home, since Nayoung couldn’t actually come over after all (”I have family issues!”), and you lived right next door, it wasn’t much of a problem. The three of you all seemed to be growing closer with each other at a rapid rate.

“So he isn’t your boyfriend, then?” Wonwoo asked, eyes seemingly focus on the road. “N-no, I wouldn’t say so.”

“You sound like you’re lying.” “How would you know that?”

Wonwoo chuckled. “Wow, always so feisty. You’ll be a challenge for him.”

The car pulled up in the driveway of the apartments, and getting out of the car, you thanked him for the ride. “See you later!”

“Yeah, I will be,” he waved passively, disappearing inside his apartment.

“What kind of a response is that?” you asked. Shaking your head, you opened the door to your own apartment, which still appeared in pristine condition, the boy nowhere to be found. Locking the door behind you, you removed your jacket, setting your slushie down on the table.

“Jun, I’m home,” you shouted into the hallway. “In here, my love!”

You pushed the door to the den open, and the sight that greeted you couldn’t have been any more adorable.

Jun was sitting, legs crossed on the couch, watching a drama on your laptop.

“You left your laptop open, so I figured I would take a look. I’ve already mastered its usage!” He looked proud of himself.

“That’s good,” you replied, ruffling his hair. Still soft. “At first, I was only watching these to help me memorize human behavior, but I think they’re also helping me with speech patterns as well,” he noted, pausing the drama on the screen.

“It sure sounds like it, you sound a lot more understandable,” you noticed. “You learn this much in only one afternoon?”

He nodded. “I promised you I would be the ideal lover, and that is what I plan on doing!”

Jun’s cheesiness was as usual as ever, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t working on you.

“I brought you something new to try, if you’re interested.” “Always!”

He followed you out into the hallway, eyes widening at the drink on the table. “That is a very dark shade of blue.”

You put the straw up to his lips. “Try it!”

He tentatively closed his mouth over the straw, and you watched as he calmly sucked some of it up, pulling away from it afterwards. “Artificial flavors, high fructose corn syrup, water, and raspberry flavoring.”

“You can tell all of that just from tasting it?”

“No, I looked up the ingredient list in my head while drinking it.”

Giggling, you shoved his shoulder lightly. “You’re such a nerd.”

Jun gasped, and you stopped. “What?”

“She did that in the drama too!”

Sighing in relief, you glanced at the clock on the kitchen stove. It wasn’t too late, but considering tomorrow was your day off, you didn’t feel too much of a need to sleep.

“Time for sleep already?” Jun asked, taking another sip.

“Not if you don’t want to, but we should probably try looking for some other clothes for you..” you drawled, noticing he was still wearing the same pajamas from last night.

Rummaging through your drawers and through other boxes you hadn’t unpacked yet, you discovered an old black and yellow striped sweater. It looked hideous on you, but when Jun pulled it on himself, it looked decent, great even. That would become one of his usual outfit tops until he went shopping for other clothes (or until you took him), along with the dark jeans he’d shown up in.

He still lacked underwear though, and you stammered, unsure what to do about that.

“Should I flip it inside out?” “That’s disgusting, no.”

For now, shorts replaced boxers, and another pair of your old pajama pants went on top.

“This will have to do for tonight.”

Throwing his other clothes in the dirty laundry pile, you stared at Jun. You hated to say it, but it was only the second day and you were already growing fond of him, unsure if you wanted to let him live anywhere else.

He noticed, and laughed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blinked, looking away quickly. “No reason.” He laughed again, a cheerful, human-sounding laugh. “Bed now?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Bed.”

“Taking references from a few of the dramas I watched,” Jun muttered, “I saw some typical character tropes and I was wondering if you could tell me which one of their personalities suits me best.”

You nodded in understanding. “Go for it.”

“Well, there was the smooth, suave and mature type. He seemed to always have everything under control.”

You shook your head. Doesn’t really fit Jun.

Well, then there was the overtly sweet and caring type. He let himself get stepped on all throughout the drama.”

You shook your head again. Still doesn’t fit him, except for the overly caring part.

He blinked. “Then there was the charming and playful type. The drama called it the ‘Boy Next Door’ type.”


You nodded your head in favor of that one. “Personally, I think that one would suit you best, but it’s really up to you which personality you want to adjust to. This is still a little weird to me, but I want you to have a little bit of your own mental freedom as well, Jun.”

He beamed, and you knew he understood what you meant. “That’s quite kind of you. I thank you for that, my love.”

Idle talk in the dark carried on for another twenty minutes until the two of you muttered your mutual ‘goodnight’s, lulling yourselves to sleep, Jun even feeling a bit more human by the end of it.

From what the both of you knew at this point, the world was at peace.


so originally i had this cut after the part where they go to sleep the first night but that made the chapter way too short and i was NOT posting a filler chapter no thank u

unfortunately the continuation of it led to this lengthy nonsense which i hope was enjoyable

hopefully i’m not panning out jun’s character development too quickly—i’m not trying to have this story pan out over 2 years, and he is a robot so i’m trying to have his character develop as quickly as i can

anyway mostly slice of life stuff in this chapter but more action is def coming up soon i promisseeee

(also updates wont be this close in between each other so enjoy it while it lasts)

-admin steph

New ‘Do Pennywise x Reader

Pennywise  x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Can you make a fanfic where it’s the first few weeks of the relationship and Pennwyise sees the reader with unflattened/natural hair and think she’s a different person breaking into her house? Like her hair is curly now and it wasn’t before whaaa???

Warning: None

Note: So I actually sort of went through something like this. Without my friends knowing I got at least 10 inches of hair cut off and dyed it red so everyone at schook wass so confused when I tried talking to them who I was! Even my own boyfriend XD! Enjoy!

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Originally posted by pir-ado

Originally posted by lostinmygrungeworld

You groaned as you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring yelling at you to get up. You groaned and slammed your palm down on the stupid thing silencing it for a little.

Just as you were dozing off again the stupid alarm blared again and this time you slammed your fist down on the snooze button to get it to shut up. You decided it was useless to go back to sleep and sat up your hair all over the place.

You groaned and stretched before slumping forward and idly scratching your face like a zombie. You cracked an eye open before opening both allowing them to adjust to the sunshine coming through the window.

You focused your attention to the clock and jumped when you noticed that it read 6:00.

You were supposed to be leaving the house at 6.

You cursed instantly awake as you ripped the sheets off of you and rushed around the house slipping your pants on, changing your shirt, and of course your hair. Everyday you used a straightener to straighten your hair but not today.

You only had time to brush your hair before you were rushing out the door wrapping some toast in paper towel. Sure enough when you arrived to your work at a local bakery your fellow employees were looking at you strangely like they thought you were another person.

Even regulars thought you were new!

Was not straightening your hair for one day really that much of a change?

Thankfully the bakery was slow so you had time to reminisce about your new boyfriend Pennywise. Yeah I know what your thinking. Pennywise is such an odd name for a guy. Well, Penny is actually not a guy.

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rain || peter parker x reader

here’s a little somnth somnth for y'all while i get some other writing done and have been so busy. its really nothing, and kinda pointless, but i really like the rain and my fan calls be weird for it. idk thats kinda where the idea sparked. enjoy!!

tags : @running-outta-time @munalisax @i-just-wanna-run-hell

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It was times like these you enjoyed the most. You enjoyed the incessant tapping of the droplets on pavement. You loved the way the clouds turned grey and the atmosphere felt dark; almost lonely to most, except you. You found comfort in the wet weather; you felt at home, not alone.

Your family called you weird for your love of the weather. For them it’s always been sunshine and light breeze like most others. ‘They just don’t get me.’ You’d always think, ‘But I like being the weird one.’

Along with the rain, you felt comfort in knowing you were original, you liked it. No matter how lonely it could be when the tapping on the roof stopped. You found solace in it.

Most kids in school found you the weird girl for your personality. You’d always been a girl of few words, only spoke when needed; but a dreamer, that you were. You were always in your own little world, oblivious to the others who stared at you as if you were an alien.

There were times when the streets were empty because of how hard and fast the drops of water would fall from the sky and you’d simply bask in it as if it were the last time you’d see the beauty in the world. ‘And that’s what makes me weird I guess,’ when you’d stand in the rain, ‘I see hope as much as despair when I stand here.’

That’s what you believed was beauty. Standing in one of the imperfections that the world gave us. Rain gave hope to flowers, and grass, and anything wanting to grow into something more; but it sent others into a depression, it’s around to remind you of the worse that’s happened before as water tapped onto everything below it.

An hour before the Science and Technology school you attended ended, rain had begun pour down like no tomorrow. All the water distracted the kids in classes; they groaned and moaned at the thought of having to walk home in that. You, however, sat in class quietly as you smiled to yourself.

The moment school had ended, students jumped out of their seats. When they’d made it out of the school, they all darted in each and every direction, trying to find the closest possible way to get home. Like them, you jumped out of your seat and out of school; but stopped outside. You stood in the pouring rain, looking up and letting the cool drops fall down your face. You searched the sky for nothing, examining the dark clouds before being interrupted by a voice behind you,

“Hey,” you turned to face the source of the voice, “Do…, Are you okay?”

It was boy about your age, presumably who went to the school. It took you a few moments to remember that he was in your Math class. He was incredibly smart, and nervous.

‘Peter Parker.’

You smiled at him as he looked at you in concern, “I’m fine.”

He nodded, giving an estranged look as you turned your back to him again, “Are you sure? ‘Cause I could walk you home if you want, I mean if you don’t exactly know where you’re going. The rain can be a lot sometimes.”

Your head tilted back upwards, smiling lightly as your eyes squinted to prevent the droplets from blinding you, “I like it when the rain’s a lot.”

You could barely hear his footsteps coming in your direction over the rain until he stopped right beside you. Your shoulders had been grazing his ever so lightly. Peter tilted his head up as you did, squinted at the sky in confusion, “What’re you looking at?”

You hummed something that sounded like, ‘I don’t know’, before moving your head down and to the side to face the boy.

You watched as he realized you had been looking at him. He moved his face to the side too, only inches away from yours. You tilted your head to the side a bit, examining the boy’s features. Reaching up, you put one of your hands on his face, cupping his cheek lightly. His eyes widened slightly as you did so, not sure of what to do then.

“Most would just run out of this,” you spoke up, still looking at the boy, “Do you think I’m weird?”

Peter didn’t know why, but he’d felt a pang of pain in his chest after hearing the last couple of words come out of your mouth sounding so desperate and curious. The thought of you getting called names for, presumably, standing out in the rain the way you were made him feel a great deal of sympathy and defensiveness for you.


Your face broke into a broad smile, dropping your hand from his face and turning back to the sky, “Thanks.”

Peter turned back as well, moving his hands up to push down the hood of his sweater, exposing his damp hair to the showers of weather. His eyes moved to the side, only glimpsing at you as his head stayed in the same position. He watched as your eyes closed, humming lightly and all expression leaving your face.

“Why do people call you weird?”

You stayed the same as you answered Peter, “Because I do this. Because I like it.”

Peter shrugged, “Why do you like it?”

You let out a sigh like laugh at the curious boy before turning serious, voice small as your face stayed the same towards the sky, “I don’t feel alone here.”

He’d felt his heart drop slightly. He couldn’t understand why anyone would call you weird; the reason you stood out here was one of the most innocent and pure things he’d ever heard.

“You wouldn’t mind if I stood here with you for a bit longer, right?”

Your face broke out into a grin, as did his, turning your head to him, laughing and shaking your head, “No, I don’t mind.”

You stood in silence with the boy for a few moments, staring at each other with curious expressions, searching one another when you’d before you spoke up again, “I want to move to London after school, you know. It rains a lot there.”

Peter, who’d begun leaning in slightly, responded dazed, “Yeah,” his eyes shot down to your lips and back up to your eyes, “London doesn’t sound that bad when now that I think about it.”

You giggled slightly when he nudged his nose playfully into yours once he’d gotten close enough. You saw water drip down his face, some falling into his mouth that was slightly agape. You leant forward and brushed your lips over his, waiting for him. He pressed his lips onto to yours, so lightly, as if you’d break if he pressed any harder. Your lips melded into each other perfectly, sending chills down your spin.

After breaking apart, you both turned back to the sky, smiling. Peter, still shoulder to shoulder with you, put your smaller hand into his; fitting perfectly into each other.

“Well,” you spoke softly, “I guess you’re weird now too.”

Peter smiled, “Maybe I like being the weird one.”

anonymous asked:

How do u see they mornings in the new apartament? (perhabs cute as fuck❤🔫)

oh god… usually they wake up to evens alarm (isak doesnt bother putting on one) and its set like 20 minutes earlier bc of isak, even gets out of bed after kissing the top of isaks head and he lets isak have his 10 minutes..even cant stop smiling the whole morning while he’s making breakfast because he’s doing it in their own flat. (if he has time or couldnt sleep:( he draws a little something for isak to give him next to the breakfast) (also sometimes isak wakes up with even and he helps with the breakfast and by help i mean he mostly looks at even do it and encourages him, calls him shef, “isak,its only bread”) then his phone goes off again after 20 minutes and walks into their bedroom, gets back into bed next to isak and starts playing with his hair and he knows isak is awake when he sees a lil tired smile on his face and then even whispers a good morning to him and it kind of hurts to smile so wide right after waking up but isak cant help it,especially when he finally opens his eyes and even is staring at him all lovingly and soft and then his voice is raspy when he says good morning back to even. and even tells him its time to get out of bed and isak puts on a show, whining about not wanting to go (he did it once when he was really tired and he got way more kisses than he ususally does so he decided to do it when he’s not even that tired) so even starts kissing his cheeks and nose and closed eyes and then sometimes puts a cold hand under isaks shirt which makes him jump and so he finally stands up , sometimes even chases him with his cold hands into the kitchen….then they eat breakfast with the radio on not too loud,and isak tells him about his dreams or if he has tests that day. and even listens and isak swears his eyes are sparkling,,then they brush their teeth together, making faces in the mirror at each other, even stealing toothpaste kisses and its a little gross but isak lets him. when theyre done they kiss for the first time that day and its so fresh and its one of their favourite kisses..after that they get dressed (interrupted by lots of kisses) and isak hates waking up like half an hour earlier then he used to do when he was still living in the flat, but he really doesnt care when he has extra time kissing even so. and idk if theyre the type of couple to hold hands all the way to the school but they definitely walk down the stairs with their fingers intertwined:’)

it’s just really unreal to me because s/hameless got really huge when it got put on netflix and i get that but the sequence of events was like…..the (pretty substantial) gay fanbase completely abandoning the show, it being put on netflix maybe a season after we all left, and then being quickly replaced with a fanbase of eager straight people who have absolutely no idea the pain the show runners put us through and honestly wouldn’t care if they did and just make fb statuses about how wet they are for lip and how “funny” frank is 

If I’m Honest….

I don’t feel BTS needs to collaborate with anyone. You know? Like their music is so diverse & so incredible on its own. Like their music, although in Korean, breaks language boundaries, brings people of different cultures, ethnicity, nationalities together. They’ve done all of this without having to collaborate.

Like I don’t want their style in music to change just to do this collab with the Chainsmokers. These boys are unique in themselves & they are fine the way they are.

There’s nothing wrong with collaborating with other artists, I just want them to be happy in their music & stuff. I don’t want their style in music to change at all.

Idk, it’s just my opinion. But, either way I’m still going to support them because they’ve worked so hard to get where they are. I love their music & although I don’t speak Korean, that doesn’t mean I can’t like them. I’m so happy my sister introduced me to Kpop cause now I can’t live without it 🤷🏾‍♀️😂❤️❤️❤️

the couple I was running a dungeon with had to leave because their kids were crying. A pyromancer I met told me about how bad traffic was on the way to work. I talked about college choices during a boss fight. We’re all getting older but we’re still playing together on this game and idk. I think that’s kind of awesome!

anonymous asked:

Is it weird that I feel its unfair that people bash on Larry's character constantly but fully ignore how all the other characters acted in their own very shitty ways as well? Like..I am not the biggest fan of Larry either, but its not right to get mad at a single character and then fully ignore what other characters have done that were just as bad in its own way.

I really do get where you’re coming from! Personally, I find Larry to be the most unsympathetic character in DEH. I think a lot of the bad things DEH characters do can be excused or pushed aside due to their age (5/8 of the characters are minors), but Larry doesn’t have that. Heidi and Cynthia both immediately show some pretty strong signs of remorse, sadness, and empathy, but Larry….doesn’t. 

The first thing we really know about him is that he “didn’t even cry” at his son’s funeral. Which…..doesn’t make him likeable in the slightest. It actually makes him hateable. Also, I think a lot of the fans of DEH are teenagers who struggle or struggled with mental illness, and therefore immediately relate to and therefore forgive a lot of the actions of the young characters of DEH. Because their actions, no matter how bad, make sense to us. 

I can understand Evan’s lies because I, too, have said things I shouldn’t have said (not to Evan’s extent, obviously), and regretted it soon after. I haven’t been a parent, though, I haven’t had a “kid who lost control,” I haven’t dealt with any of that, so Larry’s actions immediately make lense sense to me and therefore are viewed as less forgivable.

Larry has moments that make me outright hate him. But he also has moments that I remember so clearly because they’ve stuck in my heart and mind so strongly. His breakdown during “You Will Be Found,” the way he silently comforts Evan during “To Break in a Glove”, the way he’s the last person in the room with Evan during “Words Fail”… 

Overall, Larry Murphy is a jerk, and he’s not my favorite person by a long shot, but he’s an important jerk who isn’t 100% bad.

isthishogwartsornah  asked:

Wait why is wattpad shitty I always seem to miss internet discourse

several reasons, such as:
• you gotta have a wattpad account to read on there, whats UP with that
• the little bar that tells you how long they expect you to take to read the chapter? like um did i ask
• the somehow menacing yellow of the website in general. i dont know how they got yellow of all colours to look that unsettling and i dont wanna find out
• finding stuff on there is way too difficult idk how its supposed to be done
• the overall quality of the works is lower AND the good fics are on ao3 as well and primarily, so why suffer in the yellow hell?

anonymous asked:

can I ask you for an advice? I start early enough but I'm a slow learner and I maybe take too much time to read and take notes but every time I study it literally takes me the whole day to finish my work and in the end I STILL didn't do everything I wanted. It's sometimes really tiring because every time I want to idk watch a movie I remember it's 2 hours long and I could do something else in my free time. do you ever feel like this and how do you ease yourself from stress and high expectations?

Dear anon :) 

We totally understand the frustration that comes with revision. There is a lot of information to absorb, and a very limited window of time. We think that the best way to ease your conscious is to tell yourself that you have done your best. Remind yourself that you have done all that you could within your allocated time, and that you have no regrets. There are some things that just come slowly. 

Naturally, not everyone is a fast learner, and that’s ok. Sometimes, it may take multiple re-reads in order for you to process something that other people may be able to do in just one. And again, that’s completely fine. Learn at your own pace! The fact that you are so willing to put in the hard work means that you are sure to achieve something. In cases like this, sometimes you just have to surrender to the reality that studying will take longer. 

Dear anon, we don’t know your preferred note taking method, but there are some adjusts you could consider making - especially when it comes to hand written notes. For example, I (Kat) take FOREVER when hand writing notes, and it is the root of quite a bit of anxiety for me. I am a huge fan of handwritten notes, as I feel like it’s the best way for me to synthesize information. However, I have to face the reality that this method will eat away at a very large chunk of my revision time. 

I have learned to interchange between handwritten and typed notes this past year, and it has done wonders for my productivity. The important thing to remember is that revision is not about how beautiful your notes are, it’s about learning and understanding the material. 

We know that it seems like studyblrs revolve around aesthetics: flawless handwritten notes and beautiful bujos. But the truth is that these things take A LOT of time, and is not always possible when doing actual revision. Our advice to you is to prioritize knowledge and understanding!

Here are some study tips that we have compiled from previous answers: 

Plan out your schedule:
It’s really helpful to map out a study guide/calendar that helps you visualize exactly what it is that you need to do. This is especially helpful when it comes to long term studying (e.g. semester exams/finals). Organize your study time, and fit your studying into this allotted timeframe. (For example: July 31st - 1 chapter of biology, 1 hour of english, 2 chapters of math etc.) 

We find that it’s a good strategy to study a little bit of each subject every day. (Or at least try to diversify your subjects) By doing so, you avoid being bogged down by one subject, which can quickly lead to frustration. 

Take Breaks:
Breaks not only prevent you from losing motivation, it also helps with memorization! Once you feel like you’ve completed one subject, or simply if your mind begins to wander, and you start losing concentration, take a break! Take a quick 10 minute walk, go get something to eat, or take a power nap. Overwhelming yourself will only lead to poor productivity.

anonymous asked:

i self sabotage myself a lot, i dont go to class on important days, i get late if i have a presentation, i procrastinate a lot, i make a lot a of excuses, im just so used to failing. i dont know to stop it. its becoming toxic, i might fail of my classes this semester because of this

i get this.. idk i feel like i’m becoming this way too. i’ve got things i actually have to work on but i’m just not doing them. i think i’m just used to succeeding without really trying and now that i have to actually try i don’t know how to commit myself. high school wasn’t hard at all and my homework was done even if i procrastinated.. i always got good grades despite never studying and now i have no study skills and no idea how to apply myself to things.

honestly even right now like i should be working on portfolio, on getting a job, on fucking.. getting my driver’s permit and here i am on tumblr just scrolling :/. i literally have all the time in the world and i’m just.. not doing it.

i’ve had bad habits i’ve broken myself of but this one is difficult just because it’s so.. difficult to see the need to change until it’s too late? and then once it’s too late you feel overwhelmed and like there’s no point in even trying.

i think this can be caused by a lot of different things though, so i’m not really sure how to advise you or comfort you.. hmm..

i guess it’s all about congratulating yourself for the little things. we have to start somewhere, and starting somewhere usually means starting out small. start going to class on important days, maybe not all of them, but just choose one or two. finish an assignment earlier than you need. maybe not all of them, but just one. something is better than nothing, and putting in some effort is the beginnings of progress.

your environment can also help, probably. dedicate a time to do something you need to work on and then go somewhere, like a library, where there are less distractions and you completing that work is an encouraged activity. i’m literally always in my room and that probably doesn’t help me finish my work since i don’t associate my room with work, i associate it with lazing around.

i’ve also learned that organization helps a lot. check lists, agendas, those things allow you to have clear goals in mind that you need to finish. my mom told me i should have an overarching list for whatever i need to get done, and than smaller daily lists for how i can slowly progress on those things day to day. it does require a level of commitment that tbh i don’t know i have in me, but i guess it’s something.

changing yourself.. in whatever way is incredibly challenging. we all have things we need to work on, we all have things that inhibit our progress, whether it be in our relationships, ourselves, or our work. but it’s not impossible? it’s definitely easier for some people, but i think we all have it in ourselves to change. it takes commitment and it won’t be immediate, progress is always slow going, but it can happen. i hope this helped somewhat? 

I know it can be really satisfying to point and laugh at former Trump supporters who are now regretting their vote, especially when they basically thought that his policies wouldn’t affect them, but personally I feel like even if we can’t get these people “on our side” then they could at least serve as allies against Trump. Idk those posts rub me the wrong way for this reason even if I understand the satisfaction that comes from it, I don’t feel like we should burn all of these possible bridges.