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the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student

Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?

If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it. 


“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched. 

This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work. 


Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty. 

Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting. 


Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success. 

Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are. 


Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years. 


Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse. 

Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson. 


Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning. 

Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!

embeddedinamber  asked:

Fuck my supervisors tonight for 'forgetting' to give me and a couple of other people our breaks then turning around and asking me to do reshops 'before I clock out' . Nope. Fuck you. I'm going home because my feet hurt and I'm already almost thirty minutes behind on all my work. I don't care how much of an attitude you give me about it.

If they pull that shit again you can turn them into HR. You could now, but having it happen twice would make the case stronger. Though I do think laws differ from state to state and I’m unsure you live in the US either. Definitely look into your rights. -Abby

First Impression

Originally posted by marorra

Summary: Being the new girl in town and getting off on a bit of  a wrong foot with Jughead

Pairings: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: None ?

Word Count: 1345

A/N: So… well… I write Riverdale almost religiously now


Walking over to the dark haired, beanie wearing, boy’s booth you offered him a small smile, “Hi, I-”

“Look, let me save you some time okay? You’re the new girl, just moved into town with your super rich, super powerful family. I’m the loner who’s lived here all his life and only cares about his writing. You make friends with people Cheryl Blossom. LIke with Vixens and jocks. I’m friends with four other people that I don’t always want to murder for being annoying. I’m afraid we’re like oil and water. We don’t mix.”

You mouth was opened slightly, taking in what he had just said, “I… What? You don’t even know me.”

He sighed, glancing up at me from his screen as he shrugged, “I don’t have to. You moved here from some glamorous place for god knows what reason. You dress in things like Chanel and Prada and are practically only known for your status. I can tell just by looking at you. The signature long Y/H/C hair that’s always done up to perfection. The makeup that isn’t needed but is used anyway, because, hello? Social standards. Honestly I’m surprised you’re even standing here in Pop’s. Figured it’d be below you.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes, “Oh really? Let me guess, you’re sat here because going home isn’t an option… daddy issues? You’re poor, you’ve become the rebellious child - running away from home because oh, woe is you! And the only thing you really have to pride yourself on is your writing. The image of a tortured artist painted perfectly. But let’s not stop there. You think it’s fine to sit here, in this booth, everyday typing about god knows what or even who, just judging people like the vain little bastard you are.”

The boy’s jaw went slack for a moment as he stared at me in wonder. The look disappeared as quickly as it came and he glared at me, “If I recall you’re the one who came over to my booth to introduce yourself for god knows why.”

You huffed, “A) I don’t see your name written anywhere on this thing and B) I don’t recall ever introducing myself to you. In fact, the only reason I had even come over to you was to give you this paper you dropped on your way in.”

You held the paper out to him, an impatient look in your eyes.

He couldn’t help the pang of regret as he took the paper from you and watched as you turned to leave.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to living my oh so extravagant life and befriending all the soulless, status caring, people.”

As Jughead watched you walk away from his booth and out the dinner, he couldn’t help but feel slightly intrigued by the new girl.
What else did she have in store?


A couple months later, there you were, sat in a booth at Pop’s playing with your straw as the people around you conversed.

You had been invited by Reggie to go out as friends and you figured, why the hell not?

What you hadn’t realized was that this evening would not only consist of Reggie hitting on you but also Chuck being an obnoxious idiot as some of the other River Vixens sat around, laughing far too loudly at whatever one the guys said.

Your eyes wandered the diner, trying to see if anyone else you knew was here. You could always just go home, but, you didn’t want to.

Hearing the door open, you were snapped away from your thoughts as you saw Jughead entered. You watched as he made his way over to the booth in the way back of the place - and as some sort of paper fell from his jacket pocket.

You glanced over at Reggie and the others and gave them a small smile, “While this was fun, I’m going to get going alright?”

Reggie nodding, springing up from his seat, “Do you need a ride?”

You shook your head and got up, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Really, I’m fine. I’m just going to go to the bathroom and then I’ll head out.”

“If you’re sure…”

I nodded, and stepped away as he attempted to lean in for a kiss, “Bye Reggie. Bye guys.”

You heard mutterings of goodbye from the others as you made your way to towards the back where the bathrooms were. When you were sure they had stopped watching you quickly made your way over to where Jughead was, picking up the paper and sliding into the booth across from him.

Jughead sighed, barely looking up, “Can I help you, princess?”
Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you slid the piece of paper over the table to him, “It seems like you dropped something. Again.”

He glanced up at you, frowning slightly as he took the paper, “It seems like you’re being annoying. Again.”

You scoffed, “Shut up, asshole. I’m trying to be nice.”

He sighed, shrugging, “No, actually. You’re trying to get out of hanging out with those douchebags you call friends. This piece of paper was your way in - or better put, out of whatever the hell that was.”

Sighing, you called a waiter over and quickly placed an order, “Chocolate milkshake and some onion rings please?”

Jughead glared at you, closing his laptop and crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m sorry but have you forgotten that this is my booth?”

You shot him a cheeky grin, “I don’t see your name on it. Speaking of which, we’ve never properly been introduced. I’m Y/N.”

He sighed, “I know. I’m -”

“Jughead Jones The Third. One of the top detectives in Jason Blossom’s murder. Friend of Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, and Veronica Lodge. Oh, and let’s not forget, Kevin Keller. How is he, by the way? I haven’t seen him in ages!”

Jughead stared at you silently for a minute, watching as you took the shake and onion rings from the waiter and thanked him.

“You know, for someone who’s known for their witty and sarcastic comebacks you sure are being quiet.”

He shrugged, “I just don’t feel like talking.”

You chuckled to yourself, taking a bite of an onion ring, “Then it seems I’ll just have to fill the silence. Don’t worry, I don’t mind. But I do think we each owe each other an apology. And, since I’m already talking, I’ll start.”

Sighing, you took a sip of your milkshake before continuing, “I’m sorry for calling you a vain little bastard, amongst all the other things I said that I also apologize for.”

You rested your head on your hand, awaiting a reply from Jughead, “Well?”

He sighed, looking down at the table, “I’m sorry for making all those horrible assumptions about you - even though I was kind of right with some of them!”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, “You were not!”

full offense but when will people stop using “they’re an only child” to trash talk kids instead of the parenting. i know that the link between “only child” and “the parents must have spoiled them” seems pretty self-evident to you, An Adult, but “only child” is a label on the kids and the kids will blame themselves for it before they think about the way they’re being raised

also in general, how many times “well you know this kid’s an only child” is used as code for “i am tasked with taking care of this kid but now they’re crying and inconveniencing me so i will categorize them in a way that will strip me of all the responsibility to analyze the situation and make sure i understand what’s actually upsetting them”

anonymous asked:

Hello, I saw your argument against the fact that McCree's white and I noticed that your only standpoint was the fact that you as a mix person live out a life of being white passing. But that has nothing to do with the game. I would like to know your opinion on the fact that McCree is based on Clint Eastwood, his name is Irish, his legendary skins have him with blonde hair and blue eyes, his sprays have light skin, and his voice actor is white. Give me some canon proof that argues these facts.

hey quick question, have you ever seen lucio’s voice actor

I love how Octavia had to get dick in order to snap out of her self-inflicting problems, but yet Bellamy, her brother who loves her and has always cared about doing whatever needed to be done in order for her to be happy and safe, gets her asshole attitude. So glad you figured yourself out Octavia with the random guy who ruined something pretty fucking important to people’s survival! But yea go ahead sleep with him and be all better now! 





I already had Clarine and Saizo is all right and who cares about another Beruka (since I already have her at a 4*), but I AM FEELING MUCH BETTER ABOUT THE GAME NOW.

anonymous asked:

I just miss the good old times when sasu/saku was the main romance. Now it's suddenly naru/hina...

More like the only romance . Myble that’s why they feel so self conscious so they need to make all those fillers about hinata and naruhina. The manga only cared about sasusaku. 99% of naruhina sceneses are anime filler

I shit you not: just as I was about to have Andrei pack it in and basically stop caring…

… his protest succeeded.


They all clustered around him like creeps just as he was about to catch some afternoon rays.

Because every sim in this game is a troll.

… I can’t stand it.

Sorry but...

What the heck is wrong with prerecorded performances? (00;)
Just tell me?
It’s not like the boys sing live all the time!
It’s not like they don’t lip sing!
They just wanted to make the song look better, or didn’t have the time for the live performance!
So why can’t we just accept their way of doing things?!
Why is it such big of a problem and disturbance for many people?!
Really? I don’t get it!(=_=;)

If I am not mistaken, there NEVER was a time when they ONLY sang live!
So why care about it now?
“I’LL BE THERE” is a good song, can’t we just be happy with that?(00;)

They did a lot of other live performances over the new years,
why concentrate so much on this one?!

anonymous asked:

Mister, my daddy really wants to have sex but I'm not ready(it would be my first). I'm afraid he'll leave if I don't do it.

If you’re so concerned that he would be such an ass and a selfish waste of space to do such a thing, then you need to drop him now before he loses his patience and just does it anyways. 

a lot of “daddies” like this who would ignore your limits and pressure you, are also going to ignore the word no, along with your safe word. Sex is about the least important aspect of a ddlg relationship… and if its all he cares about and hes hounding you about it, hes probably a fake anyways.

A real daddy is going to respect you, be patient, and not make it an issue. 

Do yourself a favor and get out before you end up broken. Being alone may be scary and it may suck… but its better than never being able to be touched in an affectionate way again without having a breakdown.

you are worth more than.

your submission is a gift… not his right or privilege. 

anonymous asked:

U know what i feel pissed off with L. I hope c just leave her and get new bf. Don't care L. I believed L back to C now but how come she keep saying those thing and upload laucy ! This is unacceptable in any relationship your gf talking about her ex so what are u for ? . C should deserved better than this drama. Is enuff L stop it u hurts c that much. I love L but now not anymore she doesn't have sensitivity at all. Shame on her. camren is real they kissing passionately in 🚗 (behind d).

pretty sure we dont even know half of what’s really going on

Hey “Hate” anons... disliking someones reporting style is not hate. I don’t know her. She may be a lovely person... I personally don’t care for her work though. Doesn’t mean I HATE her. You all need to lay off that word. I have opinions, yes. Doesn’t mean I HATE anyone.

Do yourselves a favor… instead of accusing others of HATE put something out on your own about how much you enjoy her work. That is your opinion you are allowed it. Just as I am allowed mine. 

Ta Ta for now folks. 

Just a random thought of mine.

You know it just really occurred to me now, but even Regis doesn’t address Luna as ‘Lunafreya’ (only in the very beginning as we can see in Kingsglaive) As we know, Noctis was the first person to ever address her as ‘Luna’. Regis really cared about her well being for all these years, he already treated her so much as his daughter in law. I think that he also knew, that Noctis still really cared deeply for her, despite the years. 

It’s just if I recall correctly, (and correct me if I am wrong lol) no other besides Noctis and Regis call her Luna. 

Tomorrow VACATION can begin!

Tomorrow we head to Atlanta in the evening! Then St. Lucia on Saturday! 

We packed for the honeymoon last night - almost done - but good god we got in so many stupid arguments. I was so frustrated that, of the 3 suitcases we are taking, my husband somehow filled the biggest suitcase with all of his clothes. I’m laughing about it now, because he is never really the type to care about clothes, but last night I was just so annoyed that I had to cram all my stuff into a smaller suitcase.

I can do it. I can make it through today. SO CLOSE!

Steven Universe S1E8 “Serious Steven” - Afterthoughts

Oh lore, sweet lore

That was probably, unironically, the most serious episode so far. It gave me more questions than answers, but i think that’s a good thing. Those drawings in the temple really caught me by surprise, i’m sure this was not just a one-off thing, it leads to somehing way bigger.

Garnet x Steven interacting is something which i never thought i’d love this much, probably because Garnet has been all pretty quiet so far, and this made me absolutely love seeing her caring side. She probably cares about Steven the most out of the three.

So, i rate the episode an 8/10. Now, it’s time for some crazy theories i made up while watching the episode:

1. There was actually a war, perhaps some hundred years ago, on Earth.

The war was between Rose and the mysterious alien goddesses on the wall drawings at the temple, for reasons that are yet unknown. Rose fought with an army of armed humans, and the enemies fought with an army made of gems. Rose won. Being a gem herself, she knew the gems’ weaknesses and used them against the enemy, she created special weapons which she gave to the humans, since Rose was able to create a cannon this powerful to blow up the red eye, i assume she’ was some kind of a specialist at crafting weapons. So this way, she managed to achive a victory, for whatever cause she was battling for.

The drawings of the wall were made in honor of Rose and her victory, made by ramaining gems who helped Rose defeat the enemies during the war.

2. There are different ranks of gems, each rank of gems has different purposes.

The highest ones are these goddesses portraited in the temple, a tier lower are quartzes, as it’s also portraited that Rose Quartz was almost the same size as one of the goddesses. This is why Rose has amazing skills like creating weapons such as laser light cannons.

A tier lower are those who are used as a power source to power up important objects/important places like temples and stuff. Like the gem in this episode was.

Another tier down are the “intellegent” gems, engineers, teachers, etc, having Pearl as an example, she seems to be very good in things that require intellegence.

Then solders, the ones who fought in the war.

And finally regular gems/gem monsters, they don’t have a specific purpose.

I’m not really sure what Garnet would be, she’s extremely strong, i’m guessing a builder? I dunno.

Those are probably far far away from the truth, i’m just throwing in ideas.

Anyway, see you soon with the next episode.

Also, my loves, I won’t be blogging about the Westminster Attacks anymore today. It’s been very draining and upsetting to see a city I love hurt like that and I’d like to distract myself for a bit. Of course, if there are any major developments, I think I will be involving myself in them when and if they occur but for now, it’s business as usual. And not because I don’t care but because I’ve spent most of my day following a livestream, desperately praying that I don’t know anyone involved.

Barron hears the commotion and rushes to the room:

- What’s up? What happened?

Bristol: The stupid cat…

He stops what he is about to say as Terra shoots him a cold look. He knows his sister does not approve of what he did. Why in the world does she always have to be so good?

Bristol: I tripped over the cat. But it’s fine now.

Barron: Oh, really? Well, be careful, you two. 

Terra: Hey, Dad? When is our next lesson with Sage? I want to show her my last made potions, because I think I’ve made a few mistakes.

Barron: Next week, but don’t worry too much about it. She did tell you it’s natural to be making mistakes at your age, after all. And you’re doing fine. As is Bristol, he just needs to focus a little more.

Terra: Oh, he focuses, alright. Just not on the right things.