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hermionejean  asked:

do you have any advice for applying to college in general and/or for specifically applying to ivy league colleges? thank you!

Okay, here’s the thing about applying to any college, but especially a highly selective college like an Ivy: it’s all a numbers game. Literally, the admissions office will boil everything you’ve spent the last few years working your ass of for down to a handful of numbers and it sucks, but that’s how it is.

At an Ivy, everyone is going to have your test scores, your grades, and a bunch of extra curriculars. Not that you have to give up hope, hope is good, but it’s something to keep in mind. Still, there are things you can do and some things you can’t control.

  • Some things you just can’t control: race/ethnicity, gender, sexuality, your school and state, your parents’ education level. Schools are trying to build a diverse coalition of students from different races, income levels, and parts of the world and being “different” from their normal (read: rich white male and probably northeastern) can help.
    • Don’t lie about this stuff, obviously but if you do have something that makes you more diverse, share a bit about that if you feel comfortable. (My Common App essay was about how my ethnic identity was tied into my inability to speak Spanish, for example.) This especially helps if your school puts special emphasis on their diverse population (*cough*Columbia*cough*)
  • Get good letters of rec. Remember all letters are going to recommend you go this school so pick teachers who know you well enough to help you stand out. Ask teachers who you have more of a personal relationship with. who liked you and had you for multiple years, if possible. If you can, ask teachers in the field of study you would like to pursue, as long as they’re a core class (English, math, history, science, language, etc.)
    •  If you have an arts or music teacher, coach or gifted teacher who knows you very well and can add a more personal touch to your application, submit something from them as a supplemental second or third letter: most schools allow for this. Don’t send more than one though. Two to three letters is enough.
  • If you have one class that’s a little bit more rough than the others (@AP Calc for me this year) try to work for an upward trend in that grade to show you’re dedicated to improving in the places where you struggle. Yeah, you have to have good grades for an Ivy, but they know you aren’t perfect. They just want to see you’re trying.
  • Take advantage of alumni or campus interviews and use them to make yourself seem more human. My Harvard interview was actually a lot of fun: we talked about fake news, fanfiction, being LGBT at Harvard, and a bunch of other stuff. These people see a lot of rote answers that are just people reciting their resumes for an hour. Be polite and polished, don’t be a afraid to brag a little, but be yourself.
    • Also, if you have gaps in your application (example: I couldn’t afford subject tests, which Harvard recommends) this is often your place to explain those. Take advantage of that.
  • Don’t load up on extra curriculars. It’s stressful as hell (speaking from experience here). Instead pick a handful and show dedication to them. Stay with them throughout your high school career and take on leadership roles where you can.

If you have more specific questions, let me know! Hopefully this is a start though. 

i’m literally begging you guys to distract me

Dead, part 1 (Alec x Female!Reader

Warning: I know Alec is a gay character. But he is just that, a character. Keep that in mind. Please, also note that english is not my first language. I am sorry if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me I won’t be offended. All credit goes to the creators.

Part 2 and part 3 of this three part story.


It has been two years. Two years since he lost her in a car crash. God, there were demons everywhere and she had to die in a car crash. A fucking car crash. She is dead. Immediate death, they said. She didn’t suffer, they said. He knew she did. Maybe not physically, but she probably felt like she was gonna die. And she probably called for him. But he wasn’t there. He wasn’t there. She died alone. Went through the windscreen and ended up dead on the sidewalk. He wasn’t there. He should have been there. He should have protected her. He should have used his body as a shield. She was dead. He wasn’t there. She was all alone. She was scared. And he wasn’t there.

“You’re off for the day, honey. You can-” Maryse stops, a lump forming in her throat. “You can spend the day with her. Maybe Jace and Isabelle can go with you, if you wish?”

“No. I-” he pauses, wiping his tears away. “I need to do something. I can’t-” tears running down again.

“Honey” Maryse speaks quietly, approaching her son. “I wish I could take the pain away. I’m sorry. I am so sorry, my little boy.”

Alec doesn’t resist as she pulls him to her laps, caressing his hair. “It will stop hurting, eventually.” His jaw clenches, trying to prevent a scream. He felt like screaming. He was so angry. He just couldn’t stop the anger from growing. He was angry at the world. He was angry at himself. He was angry at her. She left him. She promised she wouldn’t. She promised they were forever. “I want her back. When is he coming back, mom” he cried. Maryse closed her eyes, tears flooding her cheeks. Alec had always been strong. The strongest out of her children. But losing her dropped him to his knees. She watched, helpless, as guilt and sorrow consumed her son. As life was sucked out of him. She knew he was trying, but he just couldn’t make it.

He barely sleeps, haunted by her smile every time he closes his eyes. And when he is too tired to resist, he collapses on the couch. He can’t sleep in their bed. Not without her. He misses her hair tickling his nose. Her cold feet against his legs. Her body against his. Her groaning every time the alarm clock went off. He misses tripping over her heels. Complaining about her make up spread all over the bathroom counters. Searching for his shirt only to find out she is wearing it. How his shirt would lift up, revealing her underwear, as she ties her hair up.

“How about you try and get some sleep? I can stay with you, caress your hair until you fall asleep. You loved that when you were a kid” Maryse suggested.

“She used to do that. When I was stressed, she’d caress my hair for hours.”

“I wish there was something I could do Alec. I just-” she’s closes her eyes. “I feel so powerless.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder mom, I promise” Alec straightens up. “I’ll try harder.”

“No. Take your time, honey. I know how much you loved her. And I am so sorry” her voices cracks. “I’m sorry I was so harsh on you two. I should have supported you. She was an amazing person, she was just…”

“A mundane” he finishes.

“She was so strong. So sweet and she loved you so much. God, she was so in love with you.”

Jace and Isabelle enter the room. “There’s some stuff going on at the Pandemonium. You wanna come?” Isabelle suggests, her voice quiet. Alec shakes his head no. “Alright, call if you need anything. Anything” she points out. Alec nods.


“This place is crowded” Jace says, trying to make his way into the club. “They must be at the back.”

He stops in his track as Izzy puts a hand on his arm. “Jace” she says on a frightened tone, her eyes wide as she stares in front of her. “What?” he panics. That’s when he sees her. Her hair floating around her face, wide smile and drink in hand. Flirting with a demon. “It can’t-” his voice dies as he spots her tattoo. An arrow on her wrist. An arrow for Alec, the archer. “How?” He takes a look at Izzy. “Shapeshifter?” Jace furrows his brows. Why. She was a mundane. Alec did his best to keep her hidden from the supernatural world. Only a handful of people knew about her. “I’ll check” is all he says before moving forward, trying to look confident. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to kill that motherfucker for doing something so cruel. She was dead. A part of his parabatai died that night, killing a part of him in the process.

“How did you know her?” he speaks, his voice harsh.

“Excuse me?” she responds, taken aback by his tone.

“Y/N come on!” one of her friends calls out.

She turns on her heels, joining the party. The blonde is stunned. Y/N. He goes back to Isabelle, the mission long forgotten. “We’ll wait until it leaves. Whatever it is, we need to get ride of it. If Alec sees it, he’s gonna-” He doesn’t finish that sentence.

  • Isabelle: How long have you been in love with Magnus?
  • Alec: I don't even get- why would- I've never loved anyone. Anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, Magnus is my enemy, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you’re not in love with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm check and mate
The Relationship Between Simon Lewis and Magnus Bane: The Reasons Why Magnus Is The Most Compassionate Character

So I don’t write much meta, but I rarely see posts discussing Simon and Magnus’ friendship, other than the adorable comments about Magnus basically adopting Simon. From someone who has never seen the show, it may seem strange that two characters who have only interacted a sum total of maybe ten times are said to have a full out father/son or mentor/mentee relationship, but there’s a reason why.

Though Magnus hasn’t interacted with Simon much, the relationship seems so meaningful because he’s arguably the only person on the show (that isn’t already in a deep relationship with him like Clary or Luke) to treat Simon with complete respect.

Starting from most to least obvious, it’s clear that Alec, Jace, Isabelle, and even Clary haven’t always treated Simon with respect. In the book it’s the same way, though in the show at least it isn’t blatant and uncalled for insults, but…still? Simon does absolutely nothing to provoke them, even adamantly insists on leaving the Institute and thus tries to remove himself from their presence.

Alec actively complains about his presence, even referring to Simon as “it” for merely talking. Jace, though usually kidding, sprinkles in insults everywhere about Simon’s personality and skills. Isabelle basically treats Simon as a temporary play-thing, and though she poses as an advocate for Downworlder rights she endangers several of Simon’s kind by busting through the Hotel Dumort.

Clary, despite being Simon’s best friend, is perhaps the most guilty of simply dismissing Simon completely. Yes, her mother is missing and she’s overwhelmed, but Simon is immediately thrown into danger and then ignored when he reaches out to his best friend after telling her several times that he feels sick and different.

So thus far in the series, it seems like the writers thought “hey, this character is interacting with Simon, so let’s throw in an insult or dismissive comment.”

But Magnus doesn’t do that. Magnus, though knowing that Simon is a mundane, doesn’t regard him as too weak or too incapable. He even sends him on a mission with Jace to look for ingredients for Luke’s antidote, so clearly he trusts him. At the wedding scene, while Simon rambles and Alec throws out the infamous “Who invited the vampire?” (Not sure why people think that’s funny when it’s a blatant example of the Shadowhunters casually dehumanizing Downworlders) Magnus simply smiles at Simon and looks amused, even appreciative of his positivity.

Throughout the first season, though their interactions are few and far between, Magnus is kind to Simon.

Season two, of course, is when their relationship is given a bit more attention. Magnus does tease Simon when they go to Peru, but all of his comments have a direct purpose. By telling Simon to man up, Magnus is trying hard to encourage him. Remember in season one, when the wolves show up and the Shadowhunters gather protectively around Simon? Adorable, but proof that they think of Simon as basically incapable of protecting himself. And they were probably right! After all, Simon was still a mundane at that point.

But Simon isn’t much better off at the start of season two. He’s clearly not in control of his powers, both emotionally and physically exhausted, and extremely uncertain about his vampire abilities. Magnus, knowing this, still trusts Simon enough to protect himself from a f i r e b r e a t h i n g s n a k e. And in defeating it, Simon gains obvious confidence which Magnus encourages in his proud smile.

The Magnus and Simon relationship is also noticeably mutual. It’s not just Magnus taking pity on a poor helpless fledgling. Magnus opens up to Simon, reveals his previous struggles with Camille and his previous depression. Magnus sees Simon as a friend, someone he can trust.

Finally, Magnus has faith in Simon. Clary, who’s known Simon for years, immediately accuses him of cheating on her the moment she sees the hallucination. Magnus, who’s known Simon for a few months at the most, immediately denies that and remarks that it doesn’t sound like something he would do.

Simon isn’t perfect. He acted like a jerk to Maia (because Jace’s emotional manipulation in that episode, which was a bit OOC if you ask me, made him feel worthless) and she had every right to be upset. But when Simon acted like a jerk to Raphael, tried to attack him, Magnus stepped back and surveyed the situation. He can see Simon’s position as an eighteen year old kid who’s lost his family, lost his second mother-figure, lost his temporary home with his own kind, lives in a boathouse by himself, can never be in the sun again, and who’s facing a lifetime of being damned. He can be patient with Simon and give him time to right his wrongs.

Overall, Simon is treated quite horribly. Some characters are making progress with their treatment of him, like Jace and possibly Isabelle. Others have a long way to go, like Alec. But Magnus, from their first meeting to the mid-season finale when he looked
/destroyed/ when he saw Simon die, has always treated Simon with respect and encouragement.

Because Magnus Bane is, arguably, the most consistently compassionate character on the show.

jsimmonss  asked:

FS + 36 *inceptions twins in your head* 😁

36) things you said you’ll never forget  

‘Ah! And would you believe it, there’s a second heartbeat.’

The obstetrician turns to them with a bright smile, her eyes clearing searching their faces to gauge their reaction.

Fitz stares at the screen above her head, where various fuzzy, black and white blobs are dancing about, apparently showing him the inside of Jemma’s belly. He swallows hard, and feels her grip his hand even tighter.

‘Sorry, did you just say…there’s two heartbeats?’ he asks, but even as he poses the question he hears it for himself, two slow, ethereal thumps through the monitor that unexpectedly bring tears to his eyes.

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Ignored

Originally posted by basicshadowhuntersstuff

Words: 1130
A/N: I cursed a lot in this one, just so you are warned. :)

You sat at the library, writing down some observations from you latest mission. You looked at the empty chair in front of you, and felt this missing part in your chest. Jace used to sit in front of you. You used to talk about mission you had been on, writing down notes or observations. Drawing doddles or special thing, that was particularly on the mission. You let out a deep sigh at hid you face in your hand. The thoughts of him telling you, that Clary was in his room, haunted you.

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just stick with me here folks

  • struggling actress renée minkowski. goes to so many auditions, uprooted her entire life to move to LA, and she’s getting … nothing. no callbacks, no responses, no luck
  • passionate but equally struggling musician isabel lovelace. she has an obnoxious love for jazz the revolutionary protest music of the 1960s. her goal is to start a band that makes the music she wants to make, with the political messages she wants to get across, but nobody will sign her on for a contract when her music is so aggressively attacking the modern corporate america
  • they keep meeting. it’s always such bizarre situations — renée walks into the restaurant isabel just got fired from and she shoves past her and leaves. next, they’re at some party together and isabel is playing cheap music with a makeshift band while renée tries to small talk her way into getting casting directors to look at her twice
  • but every time they meet, they… hate each other. they annoy each other. they just don’t get on.
  • “let me walk you to your car,” isabel suggests, when the sun’s about to set and they’ve bickered enough to impress a married couple. renée can’t exactly say no, but she’s still annoyed, and the entire time she’s trying to find her car they just keep arguing.
  • imagine ‘a lovely night’ with them 
  • isabel: “this could never be, you’re not the type for me, and there’s not a spark in sight; what a waste of a lovely night
    renée: “you say there’s nothing here, well let’s make something clear, i think i’ll be the one to make that call”
    isabel: “it’s your call”
    renée: “i know you look so cute in your polyester suit—”
    isabel: “it’s wool!”
    renée: “you’re right, i’d never fall for you at all!”

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Remember when Cassandra Clare said this on her tumblr: ”Even the way Isabelle dresses on the show is not the way Isabelle would dress or did dress in the books. (I have a chart of every time Isabelle’s clothes are ever mentioned in the books. Largely it is long skirts, dresses, jeans and gear).”

Well I was pretty sure this wasn’t true so I checked the books and sure, there are some descriptions of her clothes that are similar to what she says Isabelle wears: “wearing a long dress of bottle-green silk with an embroidered black and silver coat over it”, “she wore boots that hit her midthigh, slim jeans, and a red sweater that left one shoulder bare”, and “she was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat.”

But I also found this: “the plunging neckline of the red tank top”, “tight blue tank top”, “black slip”, “Cold air crept around the edges of the doors, making Isabelle, in her short dress, shiver.”, “an incredible golden satin dress that hugged her body like the closed petals of a flower”, “in a short silver party dress that showed her marks.”

And my two personal favourites: “She had her hair up and was wearing a long red dress, slit up the side to show most of her leg. She was covered in marks […] and decorated her chest, a great deal of which was visible, thanks to the plunging neckline of her dress.” And “Typical Isabelle outfit: tight short velvet dress, fishnet stockings, and boots.

That doesn’t sound that different to what she wore in the show. Maybe check that chart again.

I WANT TO BE SINGLE WITH YOU!

I want you to go have a beer with your friends, for you to be hungover the next morning and ask me to join you anyway because you feel like having me in your arms, for us to nuzzle against one another. I want to talk in bed in the morning about all sorts of things, but sometimes, in the afternoon, I want us to decide to take different paths for the day.


I want you to tell me about your evenings with your friends. To tell me that there was a girl at the bar who gave you the eye. I want you to send me text messages when you’re drunk with your friends, for you to tell me unimportant things, just so you can be assured that I think of you, too.


I want us to laugh while we’re making love. For us to we start laughing because we’re trying new things and it just doesn’t make sense. I want us to be with our friends, for you to take me by the hand and take me to another room because you cannot take it anymore and you feel like right there you have to make love to me. I want to try to stay silent because there are ears that could hear us.


I want to eat with you, want you to make me talk about me and for you to talk about you. I want us to rant about the North Shore vs. South Shore, West suburb versus East. I want to imagine the loft of our dreams, knowing that we will probably never move in together. For you tell me about your plans with neither head nor tail. I want to be surprised, for you to make me say: Take your passport; we’re leaving.


I want to be afraid with you. To do things I would not do with anyone else, because with you I am confident! To return too drunk after a good evening with friends. For you to take my face, kiss me, use me like your pillow and squeeze me so tightly at night.


I want you to have your life, for you decide on a whim to travel for a few weeks. For you to leave me here alone bored and wishing for the small Facebook pop-up with your face that tells me “hi.”


I don’t always want to be invited for your evenings out and I don’t always want to invite you to mine. Then I can tell you about it and hear you tell me about yours the next day.


I want something that will be both simple and at the same time not so simple. Something that will make sure that I often ask myself questions, but the minute I’m in the same room as you, I know. I want you to think I’m beautiful, for you to be proud to say that we’re together. I want to hear you say you love me and I especially want to tell you in return. I want you to let me walk ahead of you so you can watch my bottom swing from left to right. For you to let me scrape the windows of my car in winter because my butt wiggles and it makes you smile.


I want to make plans not knowing whether or not they will be realized. To be in a relationship that is anything but clear. I want to be your good friend, the one with whom you love hanging out. I want you to keep your desire to flirt with other girls, but for you to come back to me to finish your evening. Because I will want to go home with you. I want to be the one with whom you love to make love and fall asleep. The one who stays away when you work and loves it when you get lost in your world of music. I want to live a single life with you. For our couple life, would be the equivalent of our single lives today, but together.

One day I will find you.

—  Isabelle Tessier
day four/five: matching

pairing: jace/simon
word count: 3.5k~
a/n: hello and welcome to my own personal nanowrimo challenge, where instead of trying to write a novel this month, i will try to write a short drabble every day (some days longer than others, depending on my time) based on prompts i take from everywhere (feel free to request stuff if you want!) in order to get myself out of the weird writersblock i’ve been stuck in lmao.

i barely had time to write on day four, so i decided to push four and five together and write a bit of a longer one :) this time inspired by an irl thing that happened to me where i kept showing up to school assembles in a suit that matched the one my arch nemesis was wearing lmao

It all starts going downhill on a Monday, which Simon honestly doesn’t find really surprising. Monday’s are always hell at the office, and because the universe for some inexplicable reason absolutely hates Simon, it’s only logic it’ll try to make it even worse.

To top of the usual Monday madness (the coffee machine is broken again, the printer is making that weird possessed noise again, Isabelle is late again, honestly, sometimes Simon wonders how they get anything done around here) it is also a deadline week, which just inevitably ads to the chaos. They’re a monthly magazine, for the love of god. They had an entire month to prepare for this week. Yet, for some reason, they always need to do everything last minute.

For being so future oriented, Simon thinks, as he gets into the elevator, the fashion world is absolutely horrible with deadlines. He presses the button for the dreaded twelfth floor and thumps his head back against the elevator wall as he watches the numbers on the small led display climb.

If you’d asked Simon in college where he could see himself in ten years, consulting accountant at a fashion magazine probably wouldve been the last thing he would’ve told you. Yet, here he is, ten years later, working for Nephilim, one of the most influential fashion magazines in the world.

(Which Simon honestly thinks is a bit ridiculous, since it’s practically run by children who have no concept of money whatsoever and who are actually going to be the death of him one of these days.)

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