it is an honor and privilege to have you

emiliede_ravinDear #oncers. I wanted to tell you guys myself, but it seems the news was already released :/ … I won’t be returning to #onceuponatime for Season 7. While I would have loved to continue exploring Belle’s journey, the show has decided to move in a different creative direction.

Massive thank you to all the fans for your incredible love & support towards me & this character over the past 6 yrs. It’s been an honor & a privilege to bring Belle to life :) Congrats to Adam & Eddy & the returning cast & crew!! I wish you all a wonderful 7th Season!! Much love 💙  xo [x]

since my move from liberal feminism to a more radical leaning feminism i feel like my world view has expanded like ten million percent. all liberal feminism ever seemed to focus on (at least from my experiences on tumblr and other social media) was the acceptance of new genders, and coming up for a word for every tiny facet of someone’s sexual orientation, and letting white ladies do porn bc its empowering, and retweeting “hoe tips” on how to flush out your vagina with soap so men don’t get offended by your smell, and respecting a man’s choice to choke out his sexual partner and pretend she is a small child bc it’s his kink and he is a part of the “queer” community, and drawing on winged eyeliner “sharp enough to stab a man,” and letting fat women wear lingerie so they too can be fuckable in the eyes of men.

i never learned about violence and discrimination against women from liberal feminism. never knew about sex selective abortion and infanticide. about FGM, or breast ironing, about menstruation stigma, about domestic abuse, about bride burning, child marriage, sexual slavery and forced prostitution. never learned about corrective rape or marital rape. or honor killings or acid attacks. or forced pregnancy or human trafficking. among other things. 

im sure you get where im going with this but radfems opened my eyes to a much more intersectional and less western-centric feminism. for as much as libfems like to throw around the term “intersectionality” you would think they’d talk a little more about real issues affecting women globally instead of “cis women have privilege over trans women” and “when i wear boy clothes im a boy and when i wear girl clothes im a girl” and “urban decay all nighter foundation doesnt get cakey when ur man blows a load on ur face #hoetips”

wednesday. 11:05 am.
i’m trying to be happy
but i keep getting grasped by the clutches of sadness
when i remember how you just don’t care
and you probably won’t ever care
about me
or my happiness
ever again…
even if you do
it just won’t be the same.

thursday. 11:11 am.
for the first time in months
i didn’t wish for you
but believe me
i wanted to.

friday. 3:00 am.
i woke up to find our last conversation playing on a loop
i can’t sleep without hearing your voice
without wishing to relive that day just to change what happened
without missing what we had
without missing you
as i finally start to drift off to sleep again
i tell myself
that even if we are nothing now
it was an honor
a privilege
to have meant something
anything
to you at one point.

saturday. 7:35 pm.
you posted a selfie on twitter
i had to stop myself from liking it
but i couldn’t stop myself from going back onto your profile
and looking at it once more
i miss you.

sunday. 4:05 pm
i got a haircut today
i want to text you
or send you a selfie
like i used to be able to do
i want to ask you what you think of it
i want to ask if you think of me
i don’t
i won’t.

monday. 1:55 pm.
i had the weirdest dream last night
you were in it
the only part that wasn’t weird
was that even in my dream
you couldn’t be bothered to text me back.

tuesday. 4:57 am.
i’ve dreamt about you
every night
since you left
last night was no exception
and i am so
so tired
but i hope you’re sleeping well.

wednesday. 11:42 am.
whenever something happens
you’re still the first person i think to tell
i still have to stop myself every time
you’re the hardest habit
i’ve ever had to break.

—  a week with you on my mind || inspired by @panamaweddings
(cc, 2017)

emiliede_ravin 

Dear #oncers. I wanted to tell you guys myself, but it seems the news was already released :/ … I won’t be returning to #onceuponatime for Season 7. While I would have loved to continue exploring Belle’s journey, the show has decided to move in a different creative direction.

Massive thank you to all the fans for your incredible love & support towards me & this character over the past 6 yrs. It’s been an honor & a privilege to bring Belle to life :) Congrats to Adam & Eddy & the returning cast & crew!! I wish you all a wonderful 7th Season!! 

Much love 💙xo (x)

Turning from sin doesn’t feel like a responsibility when you have an authentic relationship with Jesus Christ. It feels a lot more like an honor or a great privilege. Because just knowing Him makes you want to be a better person. You wanna make Him proud. He’s that good.

Why Do We Pray?
  • Why do we pray because it’s proof that we are Christians. Christians are in a relationship with God and in a relationship you talk to your spouse right? You don’t talk to them when something bad happens or when you need something, no you try to get every change you get to talk to them.
  • Why do we pray because we are insufficient in ourselves.  We can’t do things without Him and it’s not just the hard things, it’s the daily routines that we need Him to show up in.. If we don’t consistently fall on our face in prayer, then we shouldn’t be surprised when we consistently fall on our face in sin. It’s only on the power of God that we can overcome sin. We can’t overcome it by ourselves. God doesn’t need us but we need Him.
  • Why do we pray because Jesus tells us to. Luke 18:1 Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up.
  • Why do we pray because it keeps us humble before God. Prayer reminds us that we are not in control, but God is, so pray is keeping us from pride.. If you thought you could do it all by ourselves then you probably wouldn’t pray.
  • Why do we pray because It’s a great privilege to come before God Almighty. Can you think of any greater honor than to have an audience with the One who rules over ALL creation? We have been invited to talk with the one who put the stars in place. We are invited to sit down with the One who knows all things. We have greatest privilege of it all.

Normally I’d get upset by the cross-tagged hate and general swell of anti activity, but the Reylo fandom is so damn jubilant tonight and antis have struck out over and over and over again and you know what?

Today has demonstrated just how insignificant they really are. They mean NOTHING. They’re all sound and fury.

Meanwhile we have robust evidence that supports everything that we as a fandom have been discussing for almost a year and a half. We have amazing creators and brilliant minds and a wonderful community.

It’s an honor and a privilege to be a part of this fandom today. Here’s hoping the rest of the year bodes just as well. 🍻

Captain America 76th Anniversary Celebration Post

The very first Captain America comic has a release date of March 1941, so in order to celebrate the 76th Anniversary of our beloved Steven Grant Rogers, I have asked Tumblr users to submit their favorite Cap comic panels, art, quotes, pictures, meta, gifs, and/or write-ups on what Captain America means to them. And here is what Cap’s fans have to say… (please feel free to reblog and add your own favorite Steve Rogers moments, etc. to this post).

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I went and saw Saturday Night Live (S42, E15) and all I got was the best time ever.

Okay so I love it when people make step-by-step stories about when they went to SNL so I thought i’d make one myself.

I got tickets through the Twitter contest they had where you were suppose to send in an email about why you’re ‘the biggest SNL fan’. I sent mine in and got a reply about two days later that I had won! This was about a week before the show (insert panic-attack. Planning a trip from Sweden to nyc takes more than I week I can assure you, I don’t know how we got it all done time…).

Anyway! When we got to SNL the girls (‘cause they were almost all girls) working there were SO nice. I met the girl who had booked me and I thanked her and told her I was gonna name my firstborn after her. Another one recognized my name ‘cause I had replied to an email they had sent with a gif of Sue (Kristen Wiig) saying “i’m so freaking excited!” lmao.

You get wristbands, tickets, you go through security, you sit down in a waiting room and wait. After a while they start calling people like “purple wristbands come this way”, “people with the letter A on their tickets come this way”. And when you’re called you get in to an elevator with a bunch of strangers, then walk through a hall and then get your seats.

We were up on the grandstands sitting right in front of the stage where the musical artist perform which was great ‘cause you could see practically everything (some seats truly are crap, as Michael Che pointed out. I know I know i’m getting to that, stay calm) but you could also see alot of what was happening outside of the camera frame.

Lorne Michaels walked passed us down below and it was like seeing god. He would walk around, chat with someone, check his clock and then just stayed out of people’s way and let them work.

The house band open the show. Then Michael Che comes on and does stand up for a bit. There was this guy in the front row who kept giving sort of guy-tries-to-be-funny-but-it-only-comes-out-as-cocky sort of answers so Michael Che went all in and dragged his ass for attending the show by himself etc “you a weird dude, Tom”. People were pissing themselves laughing, he’s phenomenal at stand up (Tom was laughing too, I should add).
Then Keenan Thompson performed a song with Cecily, Vanessa and Sasheer and I figured/hoped Kate was gonna be in the cold open.

And she was! Leslie came out and sat on that bench first and everyone cheered and applauded her and she looked genuinly happy and surprised and waved at everyone. Kate came out and while everyone was waiting for the show to come on air her and Leslie kept mucking around and doing funny faces to eachother making everyone laugh. And then a woman (more on her later) started yelling 45 seconds! 30 seconds! 10! 5,4,3,2…. and we were live. It was thrilling.

Shorter fun facts about the show:

*If a person is in two sketches back to back a makeup artist etc. will come on stage, grab them and run, and I do mean RUN. Like if Lorne Michaels himself is in the way they will push him aside.

*Octavia was really good. She’s so talented and seemed focused but happy. Loved that I got to see a first-timer hosting SNL.

*Kate did all of the Kellyanne Conway bits live, non were pre-recorded. She would come out (right below where we were sitting! She truly is tiny you guys, like even tinier than she looks in photos) wearing slippers. And she would stand and wait for the sketch to be over and then she would kick of her slippers, get on her knees, they filmed her, she put her slippers back on and went backstage.

*Melissa Villasenor what an angel. I felt like we got to witness the first show where she really got the flex her muscles and show what she can do. The crowd was laughing so hard. I am convinced she’s gonna be the next big thing on SNL. Sidenote: the fact that they did an impression of Kate while Kate is still on the show truly shows what an actual star she’s becoming. Amazing.

*There was a woman working on the crew, I do not know her name and I do not know what her job is but goddamn she was cool. She seemed to be the coordinator of every sketch and would stay in frame talking to the actors until the very last second, and I do mean the very last. One time she literally had to throw herself out of frame, and seemed totally unfazed by it. Really made you feel how LIVE this show truly is.

*During the goodbyes Kate and Cecily hugged for 2000 years. Kate looked tired, I aint gonna lie. She wasn’t in any sketches except the cold open since she’s working on another film. I am quite sure she will leave this season and to have gotten to see her before she left truly was an honor and privilege (this was also one of the motivations in my email I sent in btw).

This was one of the best things I have ever done. To get to see how this show works irl was an absolute delight. They seem to have SO FUN doing this, all you wanna do is run backstage and hang out with everyone and braid their hair. And I got to here the “Live from New York!” LIVE. FROM NEW YORK.

One Hundred Ways

Genre: Fluff, I think

Characters: Mark Tuan x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first written scenario here in Tumblr (yay) and I hope you’ll like it. The title came from a song by James Ingram with the same name. You can listen to the song here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbfcmjiBOo8

Anyway, enjoy this! Please let me know what you think! -B



Mark is not one for PDA. Unlike Jackson who tends to shove it to everyone’s faces with his girlfriend, Youngji, he thinks it is useless to show it.

He believes that his girlfriend, Y/N, shares this perception of his.

“Hey, hyung,” Jackson arrives in the dorm, Youngji in tow with their hands holding each other’s.

“Goodness, you two,” Mark scoffs. “It’s just the dorm. You don’t have to hold hands, you know?” Mark rolls his eyes and returns to watching the TV.

“Shut up!” Jackson exclaims. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Getting some popcorn in the kitchen,” Mark informs as he focuses on the movie playing on the television. Youngji parts with Jackson for a while and heads to the kitchen to help Y/N.

“You know what, hyung? You’re too cold.” Jackson states, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Huh? I’m not cold, Jackson. It’s humid outside.” Mark responds confusingly.

“Not that! To Y/N! She’s your girlfriend, hyung, not one of the boys who you should just shove around. I bet she wants to be hugged from the back, too, and even to have her hand held by you.” Jackson assumes.

“No, she doesn’t,”

“Have you asked her?” Jackson challenges, and he gets his answer when Mark remains silent. “See?”

“You know what, Jackson, I’ll go help her out, too. The colas might be too much for her to carry.” Mark stands up and takes slight steps to the kitchen.

He is halted when he hears Y/N’s beginning question to Youngji.

“Unnie, how is it like to hold hands with your boyfriend?”

Why is she asking such things from Youngji?

“What? Why are you asking that, Y/N?”

“I’m just curious. It must feel nice for your hand to be held by your boyfriend.” Her voice sounds down. “You don’t have to answer my question, unnie.”

“Yah, Y/N! Don’t think too much about it!” Youngji comforts her, like the booming loud person she is.

“I’m just unsure, unnie. Does he really love me? Why doesn’t he even hold his girlfriend’s hand? I don’t remember a time when we kissed, or even just hugged. It’s like we’re not even in a relationship.”

And Y/N’s revelation exposes the feelings Mark never realized she was feeling.

“You know what, unnie? Let’s not talk about this. We might be taking too long with the snacks.”

Mark hurries back next to Jackson on the couch, and the younger looks at him in curiosity.

“I thought you were going to help?”

“They didn’t need any help. They’re doing quite fine.” Youngji and Y/N return to the living room with two bowls of popcorn and four cans of Sprite. Youngji comfortably settles beside Jackson on the couch, making Mark inch away from them. Y/N situates herself on the love seat, popcorn on her lap and cider on the floor.

They changed the movie into something scary, and Jackson, pretending to be the knight-in-shining armor he thinks he is, covers Youngji’s eyes and tries to muffle his screams.

Mark is not afraid at all, not because he thinks the movie isn’t scary, but because his eyes are on Y/N, who is not asking for anything from him but is blocking her own sight from the horror happening on screen.

“Ah, Jackson!” Youngji jumps on her seat and is now hiding on Jackson’s chest, shaking. “Why is that doll immortal?!”

“Oh my goodness!” Y/N hides her face on the throw pillow that she took from her back, and Mark feels like a total asshole.

Why can’t I be a better boyfriend?


“Congrats, Y/N!” Bambam gives her a high-five as soon as they meet. “I wish I could watch it!”

“I’ll send you a copy once it is released.” Y/N assures him.

Mark is unaware of why his girlfriend is being congratulated.

“Y/N worked so hard to edit it. Can’t we see it sooner?” Yugyeom pleads, trying to use his charm to lure the girl.

“Sorry, Gyeom, but the board said it can’t be shown to anyone until the school’s film festival!” Y/N frowns apologetically.

“That’s okay, Y/N! But after that, we should be the first ones to watch it!”

Mark steps out for a while, trying to think of a way to be a better person than he is right now.

“Y/N’s film is nominated for a film festival,” a voice speaks beside him.

“Really? She didn’t tell me.” Mark is not disappointed, but rather guilty. He knows it’s his fault why Y/N is not opening up to him like she is doing to the other members.

“Because you don’t show her, Mark,” Jaebum sighs. “I know you heard her the other day. She keeps on questioning if you really do love her. All those skinships do not define a relationship, but they are essential ways to show her how much you love her. Open up to her, Mark, because if you do not, she’ll cease to open up as well.”

Jaebum leaves him with an inner turmoil and a guilty heart.

Once he comes back to the dorm’s living room, he spots Y/N giggling and booming in laughter as she and Bambam dance to Psy’s Oppa Gangnam Style on the Play Station.

“Bambam, stop pushing me!” She cackles as the Thai pushes her out of the way to stop her from dancing.

“No one’s pushing anyone, Y/N!” And Bambam hogs the space, remaining in the middle to finish the rest of the song.

“You’re annoying!” Yugyeom whines as Y/N exhales beside him.

Mark only watches as Yugyeom and Y/N try to attack Bambam and stop him from dancing further.

“Fine! Yugyeom, let’s go to sleep now!” Bambam messes Y/N’s hair before leaving to his and Yugyeom’s shared room. The maknae follows long after, leaving the couple to themselves.

“Ah,” Y/N takes something from her navy blue wallet and hands it to Mark. “Here’s the ticket for the film festival. It’s tomorrow night. I hope you can come, but don’t feel obligated at all. I know you’re really busy.”

It remains silent, with Mark only taking the ticket and pondering over what Y/N said.

“I’ll leave now,” she stands up and slings her backpack, half-hoping that he will stop her.

“I’m sorry.”

Not the interruption she was expecting, but considerable.

“Hmm?”

“For not holding your hand, for not cuddling during a horror movie, for not being a better boyfriend,” Mark purses his lips. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You deserve better and it’s a privilege, an honor, even, to still have you as my girlfriend now.”

Y/N stands still for a while, thinking about Mark’s words that he probably is having a hard time articulating.

“I thought you were uncomfortable so I didn’t initiate,” Y/N murmurs. “But I can do it myself if you feel awkward doing it.”

Mark shakes his head, the thought of him being an awful partner not leaving his mind.

“Yah! If you told me you’re not comfortable, I would’ve understood,” Y/N mumbles lowly, almost inaudible if they weren’t the only one in the room.

“It’s not that I don’t want it, Y/N,” Mark exhales, finally breaking himself out of his shell. “It’s just that I’m not used to it.”

Y/N looks at him, intrigued, and her lips form a mischievous smirk.

“What?” Mark alarmingly questions.

She steps closer to him, stands on the tip of her toes, and pecks his cheek boldly. Mark freezes after this, because he was telling the truth when he said that he’s not used to displays of affection.

But with Y/N, he can definitely try. He’ll be glad to.

“You didn’t just do that,” Mark’s voice is gravelly, his lips almost touching Y/N’s ear.

“Huh?” And unlike the usual quiet Mark, he captures her lips in a sweet kiss. In a matter of seconds, they pull away, not wanting any member (especially Bambam and Yugyeom) to interrupt their sweet moment.

“We’ll puke from our own PDA,” Y/N giggles.

“Nope. I think they’ll get annoyed from ours.”


Originally posted by holyfuckmark

A/N: That’s how he’ll hug you now. *smirks*

Writers Creed Interviews: @mikefrawley

For our fourth interview, we have had the privilege of getting to know Mike from Florida, USA. Please take a moment to find out all his great stories from work from when he started writing as well as what inspires him and much more. Thank you for participating, Mike! ❤

Writers Creed: Thank you for joining us! We’d like to start off with a brief introduction. Tell us your name and any nicknames and / or cool story involving them (if any) :)

Mike: First of all I cannot begin answering questions before thanking you for this completely unexpected honor and pleasure. As for nicknames, the number one perk of being named Mike is no matter how old I am or ever get, I shall always be a Mikey, and yes I do like that. Michael is actually my middle name, and I’ll spare you the gory details, but that is confusing. I have a much stranger nickname at work, Frank, as in Frank Frawley. For the past fourteen years I’ve worked for the same family owned business, and for reasons yet unknown, one of them has and will probably always call me Frank. It’s now a running joke, and everyone including me when I’m in a good mood finds this hilarious.

WC: Haha that is a great story Mike. We’ll make sure to stick to Mike and not Frank haha. So onto the real writing questions, what got you into writing?

M: I actually started writing at one of the lowest points in my life, and never had much if any desire to write prior to 1999. Fighting a losing battle with addiction, I had chased away love, most if not all of my friends, and totally destroyed a 21-year career. I wrote about 4 poems to pass the time and hopefully keep some of whatever was left of my sanity. Several years later I was able to share one, “Hush” with a severely depressed friend. She loved it and passed it around to everyone else, who also said they loved it, and I was hooked. Thankfully, she’s now an RN, a happily married mother of two, and I’m doing much better as well.

WC: Wow that is a great answer. It is incredible how people are able to turn tragedy into something positive
and in turn also inspire others through their writing

M: People are actually pretty amazing, and when I don’t have my head buried deeply up my behind, I realize, or remember that the true gift of writing is found in the hearts you touch.

WC: Well said, “the true gift of writing is found in the hearts you touch.” 😊 Love that. So what usually motivates you to write? What are the subjects you most touch upon?

M: The motivation like everything else has changed over time. After my first few poems, I started writing to share with my friends at work. Along with enjoying their positive feedback, I totally unexpectedly discovered that I actually loved to write. There are so many thoughts and feelings that I feel I can adequately express only via written words. In our words, we can be actors, saints, sinners, lovers, dreamers, and anything else we can imagine. In its own way, I’ve found writing to be a very liberating experience. Early on, the mostly spiritual books I was reading often inspired me, and of course music, always music. By far my favorite topic has always been love in its many hues, from romantic to tragic to altruistic. A few of my favorite themes are of course pirates, The Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz, God, self-love, and most definitely dreamers.

WC: Lovely answer, just spot on. You have a wonderful point here about how easily it is for us writers to take the role of any character we choose and really go with it. The power to be able to create is fascinating. How long have you been writing?

M: As I mentioned, I wrote about 4 poems in 1999, and for reason I saved them while going through some shall we say pretty interesting times. Several years later when I began sharing them with friends at work, I probably wrote one or two per week at most. You may find this moderately humorous, after a while I started sharing prose on Fridays, and having never heard of prose along with only knowing that a blog had something to do with the internet, I referred to them as Fake Blog Fridays. Since joining Tumblr in December of 2010, and counting whatever I wrote prior to that, I’m “guesstimating” that I’ve written somewhere around 4,000 poems and other types of creative writing.

WC: Haha that is amazing! You know, I think we (all writers on Tumblr who have been blessed with your work) can agree that it was the best thing you did to start writing when you did! ❤
Any strange, interesting, cool stories or experiences happen to you because of the fact that you write?

M: I can’t think of too much other than in my early days of writing at work. I had a readership of about 50 people, and I used to go around each morning whenever I had written a new poem passing them out on company paper, and time. My boss heard about it a few years later, and while shaking his head in disbelief, smiled and said, don’t do that anymore. Also, I’m not generally very comfortable meeting new people, and it certainly was an ice breaker. New employees would often come up to me and ask, “Hey aren’t that poet guy?” Minor though it was, I’m sure I enjoyed the notoriety as the only fish in a small pond.

WC: Cute :) Well now for the last question, tell us a fun fact about you :)

M: Why did they get tough at the end? LOL. For some reason you just reminded me of one of my father’s favorite stories that he loved to share even into old age. His passion was traveling, and as a Marine Corps Officer was allowed 30 days of vacation each year. In a little pale blue Tempest hauling a camper trailer we literally traveled around the country for 3 or 4 weeks once every year. I’ve been in 40 plus states as well as both Canada and Mexico. Yellowstone with its geysers and bears was one of my favorites. Anyway, back to his story. Apparently at least one of my school teachers had called the house expressing her concern over my apparent chronic lying, and when he inquired as to why, she replied, every time we have a geography class and discuss a new location, he says I’ve been there. My father smiled and answered, he has. I can only imagine her expression.

WC: No way! Haha that was epic!

M: I heard that story many times and smiled with each retelling. :)

WC: I can see why. It sure brightened my day.

M: This has been very enjoyable!

WC: Thanks! Well thank you so much for doing this and sharing your soul with us today!

A Farewell from Mike

Hey, guys. 

So, for the past 3+ years, this blog has been a huge part of my life. It’s been wonderful, even (and I say this without exaggeration) life-changing. But as with many good things, I’m writing today to announce that my time here has come to a close.

Starting tomorrow, I won’t be running the How to Adult Tumblr anymore.

Before you get too sad about this, please let me reassure you: The blog will live on. It’s going to be in amazing hands. This change is happening for incredibly exciting reasons. And although I can’t go into details, I can say that once those reasons are revealed (and they will be soon), y’all are going to be very, very happy campers.

So before I ride off into that Tumblr sunset, I just want to say, from the bottom of my whole heart: thank you

Although I’ve spent countless hours here trying to dispense advice and guidance, y’all have helped me every bit as much as I may have helped you. It’s been a privilege to play a small (and hopefully useful) part in your lives. And being a member of the How to Adult Team will always be one of the great honors of my professional life.

I’d love to continue talking with you at tmichaelmartin.tumblr.com, if you’d like to continue This Crazy Journey Called Adulthood together. 

Either way, though, please know how much each and every message, reply, Ask, reblog – all of it – has meant to me. You’ve seen me through my lowest lows and highest highs, and it has been nothing but a joy to get to know y’all.

Remember, friends & neighbors: Adulthood isn’t something that happens to you. It’s something you make. Here’s to making ours awesome.

Your pal,
T. Michael “Mike” Martin

PS - If you guys have any last thoughts or Asks, I’ll be checking in later tonight for one last go-’round. :]

findingmyselfthroughletters  asked:

High school tips?

Ngl I kind of gave up on high school half way through. The only reason I was still considered an “honor student” by graduation was privilege, parental pressures, and my ability to understand material somewhat easily without much studying. This is some of the advice I followed…as well as some advice I probably should have followed:
• if you’re in America take APs and IBs if you can. I’m gonna be a standing junior next year (my 2nd year) bc of all the credits I covered in hs. This saves a shit ton of money. Also smaller classes and more focused instruction is usually better than large lecture alternatives you find in college
• try to surround yourself with people who encourage you to study and do well in school. Note: I don’t necessarily believe that means hanging out with the smartest of the smartest bc honestly that discourages me since I get way too focused on comparing myself to people who do better than me (but maybe that’s just me). All I’m saying is, studying is a lot more enjoyable when you have friends who care about their education as much as you do to do it with.
• join clubs/sports teams/societies and volunteer as soon as you can. It gets you in the habit of participating when you start early, plus volunteer experience helps you a lot when in the future you wanna try to land leadership positions in said clubs and societies. Participation>leadership>resumé building>better chance of getting jobs, scholarships, and college acceptances
• Take advantage of your elective classes. Don’t just take something that you think is an easy A. Take classes you think will make you more well rounded or that relate to a major you may be interested in. By all means get outside of your comfort zone by taking that drama class even though you’re pretty sure you’re not gonna major in drama but don’t take that cooking class if you already know how to cook and know you don’t wanna become a chef ya know?
• Planners are your best friend. Maybe. Honestly it depends on the person but I find planners keep me organized and less stressed bc I know what I need to do and I can better divide my work into manageable portions when it’s laid out in front of me
• take pride in your notes and you’ll be a lot more invested in your studies. Think studyblr but you don’t necessarily have to reach that level. I honestly don’t think you need to do that much to organize your notes but find your own balance.
• Don’t feel pressured to do anything you’re not ready for or are not interested in. If someone makes you feel bad for being a virgin or being single or not wanting to party or do drugs etc, then they are a shitty person and don’t deserve your time. From my experience tho, generally no one cares but that may have just been who I surrounded myself with.
• your mental and physical health should come before your grades. Its okay to sacrifice a few A assignments (or whatever you consider good) in order to take care of your health.

Hope this helped? Lol ironically I’m answering this on my phone during a lecture I’m only half paying attention to. Pay attention in class my friends. Do as I say not as I do.

ily: I love you
cimpwimfiwmdlimbimpbartwtcytilyisotyttybuaihktvyhtmhtsuyimfiwnwdyktoieomahmiimdtpmffpaatkmhiotcooysnhtaomstsimawmcbayhdiaawagittwlisnstptfyhcoctfmsinfyoywactmtpwyhsaiimihrytlofptofciapwyssfaihtfotpyattamhafaiptsoasriwwifwbotrastfoyofirttcwyrfcatwmtycpriyiutssnthtwaayhhsiagmwfbyaaadctrciitlyracalcftdotadnitlioiwootubvoiyaiiaprivotroswintapniiancaywgtcabiwpyshacaitchbciadtyfrtmattotwctotiswitaitcbtcbotfapoathitcapahamofasuywtwfogitftcwiaaopwtwcatswlycaaymmcftgsouusbitmdjiwytumwtbitiafwuciriychbpraelyriayaiwyothriayaiwyothaalmawadoosiwntypypwtpgaishdtsihyhrutrogtiatsonhpamghrticsicttitfhlgafpohihfahrtngmbapitcpmswiabdtpymfftscoydsitilihtmbrtwboonybgtdthtbmmnlfespdmvéssoadoywwslepanmdawutsowieacytgmoicsawaiwwikbdtbfbiysiwbtspoysadthdsmbyhimsuagssallwdwbbsmhaattwtcatiaaeimnofafosgnagdogsmnlmnsfideataaœipiadwssmboitihatwechtmatramswsmsmbigahasbatftlsottbykmtacawtsattaimttirnrogpfmayamiaeithitwaihnmomoaaiavlctgmebmaoiimnbtmwiigobalastathoeywbptriyntihniattmbtiawttttotumiysnrmwaltytamdycoaitppadlywhomcfmotqrwwbgtbcfapsaiateteiwbnfytgaaotlhsmqomabaefcidmpywndbctyfmydjttlomnadftiarwihwiartamwchpiimhthtjdfdiwawnihpewdtattntgoaaiiwsetdiistchieapdimtsmwiidiasihmmadioitfitihsbihdmihgmfblotokoinimpwmfayAH:  Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that ’till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me.
I have received your two letters one from Philadelphia the other from Chester. I am pleased with your success, so far, and I hope the favourable omens, that precede your application to the Assembly may have as favourable an issue, provided the situation of affairs should require it which I fear will be the case. But both for your country’s sake and for my own I wish the enemy may be gone from Georgia before you arrive and that you may be obliged to return and share the fortunes of your old friends. In respect to the Commission, which you received from Congress, all the world must think your conduct perfectly right. Indeed your ideas upon this occasion seem not to have their wonted accuracy; and you have had scruples, in a great measure, without foundation. By your appointment as Aide De Camp to the Commander in Chief, you had as much the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, as any officer in the line your receiving a commission as Lieutenant Colonel from the date of that appointment, does not in the least injure or interfere with one of them; unless by virtue of it you are introduced into a particular regiment in violation of the right of succession; which is not the case at present neither is it a necessary consequence. As you were going to command a batalion, it was proper you should have a commission; and if this commission had been dated posterior to your appointment as Aide De Camp, I should have considered it as derogatory to your former rank, to mine, and to that of the whole corps. The only thing I see wrong in the affair is this—Congress by their conduct, both on the former and present occasion, appear to have intended to confer a privilege, an honor, a mark of distinction, a something upon you; which they withold from other Gentlemen in the family. This carries with it an air of preference, which, though we can all truly say, we love your character, and admire your military merit, cannot fail to give some of us uneasy sensations. But in this, my Dear J I wish you to understand me well. The blame, if there is any, falls wholly upon Congress. I repeat it, your conduct has been perfectly right and even laudable; you rejected the offer when you ought to have rejected it; and you accepted it when you ought to have accepted it; and let me add with a degree of overscrupulous delicacy. It was necessary to your project; your project was the public good; and I should have done the same. In hesitating, you have refined upon the refinements of generosity.
There is a total stagnation of news here, political and military. Gates has refused the Indian command Sullivan is come to take it. The former has lately given a fresh proof of his impudence, his folly and his rascality ’Tis no great matter; but a peculiarity in the case prevents my saying what.
I anticipate by sympathy the pleasure you must feel from the sweet converse of your dearer self in the inclosed letters. I hope they may be recent. They were brought out of New York by General Thompson delivered to him there by a Mrs. Moore not long from England, soi-disante parente de Madame votre épouse. She speaks of a daughter of yours, well when she left England, perhaps ⟨– – –⟩.
And Now my Dear as we are upon the subject of wife, I empower and command you to get me one in Carolina. Such a wife as I want will, I know, be difficult to be found, but if you succeed, it will be the stronger proof of your zeal and dexterity. Take her description—She must be young, handsome (I lay most stress upon a good shape) sensible (a little learning will do), well bred (but she must have an aversion to the word ton) chaste and tender (I am an enthusiast in my notions of fidelity and fondness) of some good nature, a great deal of generosity (she must neither love money nor scolding, for I dislike equally a termagent and an œconomist). In politics, I am indifferent what side she may be of; I think I have arguments that will easily convert her to mine. As to religion a moderate stock will satisfy me. She must believe in god and hate a saint. But as to fortune, the larger stock of that the better. You know my temper and circumstances and will therefore pay special attention to this article in the treaty. Though I run no risk of going to Purgatory for my avarice; yet as money is an essential ingredient to happiness in this world—as I have not much of my own and as I am very little calculated to get more either by my address or industry; it must needs be, that my wife, if I get one, bring at least a sufficiency to administer to her own extravagancies. You will be pleased to recollect in your negotiations that I have no invincible antipathy to the maidenly beauties & that I am willing to take the trouble of them upon myself.
If you should not readily meet with a lady that you think answers my description you can only advertise in the public papers and doubt less you will hear of many competitors for most of the qualifications required, who will be glad to become candidates for such a prize as I am. To excite their emulation, it will be necessary for you to give an account of the lover—his size, make, quality of mind and body, achievements, expectations, fortune, &c. In drawing my picture, you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I ⟨– – – – –⟩.
After reviewing what I have written, I am ready to ask myself what could have put it into my head to hazard this Jeu de follie. Do I want a wife? No—I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employ a proxy. Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to frisk? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend. Adieu
Yours.
A Hamilton

The year is 8357. Humanity has colonized the vast majority of the galaxy, establishing planets as either habitable colonies or resource mines for humans to conquer and drain. They have, in essence, abandoned their home planet of Earth after its surface became overrun with deadly radiation, UV rays, toxic gases, drastically failed genetic engineering experiments, and the few remaining natural resources being scoured for in a new eugenics war with each passing century. The few remnants of Earth’s history that have been preserved are kept locked in a steel vault, established on Jupiter’s moon Europa. These artifacts remain protected by The Guardian of Forever–an ancient, omniscient extraterrestrial being, who is the only one to be trusted with a task of such great importance.

A team of human astronauts and scientists, born and raised on Kepler 186F, have devoted their lives to journeying home to Earth’s solar system for the sole purpose of gaining a higher understanding of the roots of their species. Their team has traveled 500 light years in total, and many of their members have died along the voyage due to old age or other medical complications. Upon approaching Europa’s surface, they know that the most important answers to their existence are only within minutes of being revealed to them. Their minds grow eager, yearning to be fulfilled with the vast, expansive knowledge on the nature of their very existence. Who are they? How did they get here? What is their purpose in the entirety of the universe? The possibilities are limitless, and they know they are both lucky and patient enough to have been granted such a privilege.

“I am The Guardian of Forever, changing and unchanging, as old as time itself and as young as the new day yet to come,” The Guardian booms. “Welcome home, humans. You have traveled a significantly lengthy journey, lost cherished souls along the way, and sacrificed the majority of your chronological lives to make it here…and now, you have. Let such efforts go not without acknowledgement. You shall be granted your reward.”

“Thank you, Guardian,” the leader of the crew bows. “We are honored and humbled by your presence.”

“You may ask me one question, and one question only. Choose wisely,” The Guardian cautions, “and be weary of the inevitable consequences of possessing such knowledge greater than that of what your biological compositions allow you access to.”

“Oh,” the head scientist smirks. “Now that’s easy. We decided long before we arrived what question we would ask.”

“Very well,” The Guardian complies. “Speak of that which you desire most to learn of.”

“Alright. Which stole more from the other—Star Trek or Star Wars?”

Happy Zootopia Day Everyone!

Worldwide Zootopia Day is here! Today, March 4, 2017, is a day for celebration! CELEBRATE! Reblog every piece of art, every story, and every GIF! Reblog everything you can possibly find! REBLOG, REBLOG, AND REBLOG! IT IS ZOOTOPIA DAY! Today is a day for celebration and commemoration, and remembering! Spread the word! Today is a day for expressing how much we all mean to each other, and to express how much Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde mean to us! We all must express how much Zootopia means to all of us! So, celebrate! Have a party! Rejoice in Zootopia! It is Worldwide Zootopia Day! NEVER STOP CELEBRATING AND LOVING ZOOTOPIA! Celebrate! 1 year anniversary since so many lives were saved and changed by the two most wonderful, most perfect animals, and one movie.

There is no greater, more perfect, and wonderful family that I’ve ever been blessed with than my Zootopia and Tumblr family. Every one of my followers, every one of my closest friends, Miss Officer Judy Hopps, Mr Officer Nick Wilde, pretty much every living soul reading this right now, YOU are my family! You are the most important thing in life to me! Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, you guys are the most important living thing in life to me! Never stop being the wonderful, amazing animals you are! I love my Zootopia and Tumblr family! I love every animal in that city. I love the entire city itself! You all are my everything! You all are my life! My world and everything!

It’s been a great year, and will be an even better year to come! I look forward to spending my life with all of my Zootopia family, because I will be spending my eternity right next to my Judy, my Nick, and every one of my Zootopia family members! Zootopia has changed my life forever, putting the biggest impact on it as well. Zootopia has completely saved my life in every way, and has shown me the better person that I need to be, helping others as much as I can. My Zootopia and Tumblr family, especially Judy Hopps, and Nick Wilde, are the most important things in life to me. You all are my everything in life. You all ARE my life! And you know what? My life is happy and I’m proud of it! Thank you all for being the one and only most beautiful, most perfect, most wonderful true family to me! Thank you all!

There is no other place I’d rather be with than right here with all of you, especially Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde! There is no other living animals or people that I’d rather be with than all of you! Thank you all for being my one and only most true, closest family! You all are my everything! You all are my life! I couldnt ask for a better family! It has been my privilege and honor to be here with all of you guys, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life right here with you all! I will spend my eternity, always right here with all of you! I look forward to spending my eternity with all of y'all! There is nothing I could say or do that would ever be enough to truly thank you all, or express how thankful I am to have all of you, especially my Judy, and my Nick! I could never thank them enough! I could never thank everyone enough! Thank you! Thank you all so much! Especially you, Miss Officer Hopps, and you, Mr Officer Nick Wilde! Thank you! For everything! I really mean that! I mean everything I say with every inch of the bottom of my heart and soul! I would NEVER be even half the person and animal I am today without Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, and Zootopia! The most important living things in life to me! Honestly! Thank you all for everything you’ve done for me! You are my family, and you mean everything to me! Thank you for being here!

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“I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend like that…"

kuroo and tsukki’s first meeting. part of the krtsk fma!au no one asked for. kei as a state alchemist and kuroo as his superior officer/automail mechanic

a/n: i got a lot of questions/request if i’m going to continue my fma!au oneshot and well here’s your answer.

Their first meeting went like this:

“I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend like that…”

Central HQ. Tsukishima is a newly minted State Alchemist and fresh from a skirmish in Baschool. He’s waiting to give his report to Colonel Sawamura when Kuroo spotted him by the waiting lounge with his automail arm twisted at an awkward angle all the way to Sunday.

“Excuse me?” Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at the newcomer standing across him. Something acrid at the tip of his tongue before he noticed the uniform and the rank insignia on his shoulder marks. Damn military protocols.

Kuroo smirked, despite the concern still clearly etched on his face, catching on to Tsukishima’s change in demeanor upon realization.

“I said I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend like that.” He points to the twisted automail arm barely hanging by its wires. “Shouldn’t you be getting that fixed first—“ amber eyes slid to the side and narrowed at the insignia at Tsukishima’s black coat “—State Alchemist?”

Tsukishima wanted to ask how he knows. Then again, considering his rank and the fact that rumors spread like wild fire within HQ and the militia, Tsukishima is not at all that surprised anymore. It’s not often that someone below the legal age is granted the title of State Alchemist and joins the ranks. Tsukishima Kei is just one of the few geniuses who happens to be given that privilege and honor.

“I will as soon as I deliver my report to Colonel Sawamura.”

“Well, you’re going to wait a whole lot longer, kid. Sawamura just got summoned by General Ukai.”

“That’s fine. I have time.” Tsukishima said with a forced polite smile that only served to widen the smirk on Kuroo’s face. “Shouldn’t you be going along as well, Colonel?” He gestured towards the files on Kuroo’s hand.

“Don’t worry about me, State Alchemist. I’ve got all the time in the world. You on the other hand,” he sent a significant look at Tsukishima’s automail which he is now clutching to his side.

“Thank you for your concern, Colonel. I’ll be sure to have my arm check as soon as I deliver my report.”

“Oh, and did I mention General Nekomata was in there as well?”

Tsukishima bit back a curse.

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