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sat tips!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

hello!!!!! i recently took the sats on 21 jan and i compiled some tips about the respective papers so i decided to write ‘em up in a post. i hope these help!!!!

paper 1: reading

  • read carefully. this section is something you can score in.
  • while answering follow up evidence questions, make sure the quote actually supports the previous answer.
  • the phrasing and vocab used in the questions themselves are important!! pay attention to them!!
  • when finding stuff from the passages (esp. science based ones!), be careful. pinpoint exactly what the question is asking you, then choose the most accurate answer.

paper 2: writing + language

  • make sure to read the previous and the next sentences for contextual clues.
  • when doing grammar/vocab questions, put the answer back into the passage to see if it makes sense as a replacement.

paper 3: math (no calculator)

  • this paper has to be done FAST, but don’t compromise accuracy. do it once, but do it well.
  • simplify whenever possible.
  • check. one correct answer is better than 3 hastily done questions that turn out to be wrong.
  • don’t give up. work down to the last second.

paper 4: math (with calculator)

  • no careless mistakes can be afforded here.
  • c h e c k. you have a calculator, you have no excuse not to double check the hell out of every calculation you did.

good luck with your sats everyone! (╯˘ -˘ )╯


books read in 2015:   I ‘ L L   G I V E   Y O U   T H E   S U N   by Jandy Nelson

She scoots over so we’re shoulder to shoulder. This is us. Our pose. The smush. It’s even how we are in the ultrasound photo they took of us inside Mom and how I had us in the picture Fry ripped up yesterday. Unlike most everyone else on earth, from the very first cells of us, we were together, we came here together. This is why no one hardly notices that Jude does most of the talking for both of us, why we can only play piano with all four of our hands on the keyboard and not at all alone, why we can never do Rochambeau because not once in thirteen years have we chosen differently. It’s always: two rocks, two papers, two scissors. When I don’t draw us like this, I draw us as half-people.


Can I request a Alexander x Reader where the reader feels unimportant because Alexander is so busy, but once he realizes that she feels neglected he goes out of his way to care for her and show how much he loves her?

Requested by anonymous 

“Alexander?” You called from the hallway. 

You peered into his office and looked at him timidly. He was completely immersed in his work, which was no surprise to you. 

The only noise that could be heard coming from inside of the room was his quill scratching the paper. Alex didn’t even bother to look up at you when you called out his name. 

“Yes?” He responded, clearly uninterested. 

You could easily tell that he was busy. Maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to ask him. But, if you didn’t ask him now, you’d most likely never be able to. 

You looked at him and took a deep breath. “Um, would you like to spend all of tomorrow together? Maybe we could pass the time at a park or go on a carriage ride?” You asked him with a hopeful tone. 

Alexander shook his head and shot you a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry but I have so much work to do. Perhaps you could reschedule it to a later date?” 

You nodded and returned the smile. Retreating to your room, you felt your heart fracture. Spending time with Alexander had become such a rarity over the course of your relationship. It was understandable though, he was writing how his financial plan would work. Since the upcoming cabinet meeting was tomorrow. However, you knew he was well over the required amount of essays needed to prove his point. 

It was difficult having to find things to do all by yourself. You practically read all the books that were in your house and while you do spend time with your other friends, you couldn’t possibly ask them to keep you company whenever your husband was busy. If that was the case, they’d probably have to spend every second with you.  

You sat down on your bed and frowned. What if Alexander just doesn’t want to spend time with me? That could very well be the case. You didn’t want to believe it though. Alexander loved you, he’s just been very preoccupied with his work lately. That’s what you wanted to believe. But, it seemed to be harder to keep your hopes up with every day that passed.  

The next day you sat outside of the cabinet meeting room, anxiously waiting for Alexander to finish his debate so you could ask him once more about spending time together. You couldn’t help but feel as if you were being bothersome to your husband. Constantly asking him to spend time with you, knowing very well that he was going to say no. 

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice Thomas Jefferson looking down at you with a concerned expression. 

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” He asked.

You snapped out of your stupor and gave him a sheepish grin. 

“Yes, forgive me, Mr. Jefferson. I was just thinking.” 

Thomas shook his head and sat down next to you. “There’s no need to apologize. There is also no need to call me Mr. Jefferson, Thomas is fine.”

You nodded your head and gave him a small smile. Despite being married to his worst enemy, you and Thomas were surprisingly on good terms. 

Thomas caught you glancing around the hall and raised an eyebrow. 

“(Y/N), are you sure everything is alright? You seem a bit restless.” 

You felt your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. Were you being that noticeable?

“I-I was just trying to see if Alexander was here yet. I’ve been meaning to ask him something.” You responded while looking down at the floor. 

Thomas narrowed his eyes. “He hasn’t done anything to you, has he?” 

Your eyes widened and you shook your head frantically. “No, no. It’s nothing like that. I was just going to ask if he was going to able to spend time with me this week.” 

You internally cursed yourself for sounding so needy. 

Thomas frowned. “Why?”

“No reason, he’s just been very busy with his work lately and I was hoping he would take a break.” 

“Wait, are you telling me that he hasn’t been spending any time with you because of work?” Thomas asked his voice cold and held no sympathy towards Alexander. 

You nodded your head. 

Thomas scowled. “(Y/N), how long has this been going on?” 

“About a month or so.” You responded quietly. 

At this point, Thomas was seething with anger. How dare Hamilton put (Y/N) through this? It was completely monstrous. He was going to have a word with Alexander about this. 

“I see.” Thomas tried his hardest to keep himself composed and stood up. “Well, if you’ll excuse me (Y/N), I have a meeting to attend. It was very nice talking to you.”

You looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you, Thomas, it was nice talking to you as well.” 

As soon as the meeting was over, Thomas walked towards Hamilton and stood directly in front of him. 

Alexander looked up from his papers and grimaced when he realized it was Thomas. 

“Jefferson.” Alexander addressed. 

“Hamilton, if I may, I would like to talk about your wife.”

Alexander cocked an eyebrow. “What for?”

“I’m afraid you haven’t been the most “loving” husband. Which honestly doesn’t surprise me, but you have been neglecting (Y/N) to the point where she has to ask you permission to spend time with her. Don’t you think that’s a bit preposterous?” 

Alexander’s eyes widened and he looked down at his papers, a bit ashamed of himself. Had he been that cruel to her? 

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Hamilton, a word of advice, don’t just stand there with an idiotic look on your face. At least attempt to make it up to her.” 

Alexander glared at Thomas while he organized his papers and walked over to the exit. 

Once he made his way out of the meeting room, he saw you sitting down on a bench. 

You noticed him as well and waved at him. 

Alexander grinned while he walked over to you. He quickly pulled you into a tight embrace and peppered your face with light, soft kisses. 

You giggled at his antics. “Alex, stop it tickles!” You giggled even more when he didn’t make any effort to stop. 

“What has gotten into you?” You asked when the kisses began to die down a bit. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N) I haven’t been paying much attention to you at all. I regret not spending any time with you over the past month. Could you ever forgive me?”

You were quite shocked, to say the least. You never thought that you’d see the day where Alexander Hamilton apologized to someone. Granted, it was to you and not one of his opponents in a debate. But, you were still amazed. 

You smiled and pecked his cheek. “Of course, I forgive you. I understand that your work is very important to you.” 

Alexander shook his head and cupped your cheeks. “What did I ever do to deserve such an amazing woman?” 

He reached for your hand and began dragging you towards the exit of the building. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, trying to keep up without tripping over your dress. 

“Were going to spend time together!” Alex replied. 

To say that the rest of the day was amazing was a complete understatement. You and Alex spent the whole day together without any interruptions. The both of you went on carriage rides, walked through the park, went shopping. And during the whole ordeal, Alex never once took his eyes off of you. Making sure that you were having fun and felt loved. 

At the end of the day, the both you were extremely tired and decided to lay down together. While you were laying on top of him, Alex wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips to your forehead. You smiled and rested your head on his chest. 

“Did you have fun today?” He asked you quietly. 

“I did.” You replied while listening to his heart beat. It was such a soothing sound. 

“What was your favorite part?”

“Spending time with you.” 

Ed & Winry's son coming out.
  • Yuri Elric(age 12): Hey mom?
  • Winry: Yes Yuriry?
  • Yuri: There's this boy at my school that...
  • Winry: Don't worry, I'm listening.
  • Yuri: ...I think is really...cute. Like, the way boys are supposed to find girls 'cute' kind of, 'cute'. And when I look at girls I don't think they're cute. Not that girls are ugly! But just...I have no interest in...I dunno, 'looking at them'. I was more excited when Mr. Armstrong came over and he took his shirt off for no reason instead of today when the teacher bent over to pick up a paper on the floor. You know?
  • Winry: (Smiles trying not to laugh) I understand.
  • Yuri: So...what does it mean?
  • Winry: It means you're most likely gay.
  • Yuri: 'Gay?'
  • Winry: 'Most likely.'
  • Yuri: Oh...sooooo,
  • Winry: It means you're attracted to people of the same sex. You like other men.
  • Yuri: So its normal?
  • Winry: Absolutely! There's nothing wrong with it and anyone who says there is, is full of crap.
  • Yuri: (Great big grin as sparkles appear and rainbows fill his eyes)
  • Yuri: (Runs off) Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!
  • Ed: I'm taking a crap. What is it?
  • Winry: (Facepalm) Damn it Ed.

“This is us. Our pose. The smush. It’s even how we are in the ultrasound photo they took of us inside Mom and how I had us in the picture Fry ripped up yesterday. Unlike most everyone else on earth, from the very first cells of us, we were together, we came here together. This is why no one hardly notices that Jude does most of the talking for both of us, why we can only play piano with all four of our hands on the keyboard and not at all alone, why we can never do Rochambeau because not once in thirteen years have we chosen differently. It’s always: two rocks, two papers, two scissors. When I don’t draw us like this, I draw us as half-people.”

Just looking through my archives this morning. I don’t remember what I titled this one, might have been “Matters” but it was 20x30 watercolor on paper, Travis Bruce Black 2009

I don’t really paint the pretty ladies anymore because the other nature pieces seemed to open up so many options as far as composition and my ability to abstract them down to the little compartments and “play” more. I took the long weekend off for the most part, played a bunch of Dks3 and tried to relax to feel into what is next concerning my work. I have been strangely productive lately, working toward 2 shows, July and Sept. Will be posting more finished work this week. 

be well


A Murder Most Fowl, in all it’s glory.  This piece is in pastels and took up a lot longer that I originally planned, leaving hardly any room for other bird portraits by the end of the semester. 

It is on brown canson paper and is currently double matted, framed and behind glass.  There is about 200 residential geese on campus year round, so many people enjoyed it considering the terror that is a goose. Plus, I got to go all out with the peregrine!

The original idea for this piece was only the name.  This entire project is all for a pun

How To Keep Tony Happy


Summary: Steve has a list on how to keep Tony happy that he made from different discoveries he made about the genius.

A/N: I incorporated a prompt I got from @phantomtickles into this. Sorta. I hope that’s all right and that you all like it! Feedback is, as always, very much appreciated.

Words: 1 893

Steve had learned a lot of things after he woke up in the 21st century. He hadn’t had a choice. The world had changed and things weren’t like before. That had probably been the toughest part about it all, once he’d accepted that the people he loved had been dead for years now. But he took it a day at a time, and he soon discovered that he actually enjoyed learning these new things. Most of them were interesting, others were dull. He felt like a school boy again, only this time his tests weren’t sheets of paper but actual interaction and conversations. He liked those tests better.

Once he’d memorized as much about the world and society as he could he moved on to people. Specifically the people around him. They weren’t easy to read, and Steve accepted the challenge almost happily. Anything to keep him distracted.

As it turned out you couldn’t learn everything about someone, but found out new things constantly. That also applied to relationships.

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i have had a GOOD DAY: i woke up early and went to my college and signed one paper and have officially withdrawn, i took a nice nap n woke up actually feeling rly good and refreshed which as we all know is Rare, i spent most of the afternoon listening to in depth celebrity interviews and drawing/journaling, i watched the first episode of the series of unfortunate events on netflix w my brother and sister, my mother made me dinner, i’ve consumed about 3 quarts of water, as well as half a bottle of wine, and i just sat in a cozy chair without sleeping or checking social media for 3 hours because i was finishing a book (freedom by jonathan franzen! it was good!). this is the dream!!!!! it wont last but !!

journcy  asked:

Do you know of any particularly excellent sources (preferably online, but not necessarily) of 50s-90s LGBTQ literature? I've found it remarkably hard to come across the few times I've needed to find things for papers and the like.

For lists of texts, I suggest looking up college syllabi. I took both Lesbian Fiction and Gay Men’s Fiction* when I was an undergrad, and each course covered from the late 19th century or early 20th century through the 1980s or 1990s. (Though, of course, that was some fifteen years ago.) Here are a few I found online to get you started:

Most college syllabi will probably lean more “literary” than mass market. If you’re looking for more mass market stuff, “gay pulp fiction” or “lesbian pulp fiction” will be good search terms. (For a good example, check out the Beebo Brinker series by Ann Bannon.)

Hope this is helpful!

* I don’t remember if this was the actual name of the class, but that’s what it was. Lesbian Fiction, though, was definitely called Lesbian Fiction. (Ask me about Radclyffe Hall’s The Well of Loneliness sometime.)

For years, I had been looking for a dog that would fit my lifestyle and personality. I grew up with dogs, and to not have one was so unnatural for me. In July of 2016, after countless visits to animal shelters in my area, I went to the Animal Humane Society in Woodbury. I found Rusty. He was a little brown mutt that was transferred to Woodbury from Oklahoma. No information was known about him, only that he was about 10 months old. When I met with Rusty one on one, I felt that he was the one for me. I signed the adoption papers a few minutes later and took Rusty home.

I would like to update AHS staff on how wonderful Rusty is doing. He is the most loving dog I have ever had. He loves to curl up on my lap on movie night, he comforts me when I’m sick, and he sleeps at the foot of my bed. Rusty is part Italian Greyhound so he is FAST! He absolutely loves to go for bike rides! He runs right next to me and you can just feel his heart smiling.

Soon after I adopted him, I put him in Obedience Training. At our last class, I was told by the instructor that he is the most well trained dog of BOTH of the classes. That’s out of 40 dogs! I take his training very seriously, and you can tell that he does too! He is scheduled to start his Advanced Obedience Training soon, and I am very optimistic that he will pass with flying colors.

Thank you for all you guys do. I’m sure it is difficult at times, but I hope to inspire you with a success story like Rusty’s. If Rusty could talk, I’m sure he would say the same.


anonymous asked:

how have you been able to find all of this?>?

I am lucky enough to come from several established families whose lineage is easier to trace due to notoriety. The Gaughan’s, the Crawford’s, the Moss’s, Eulenfeld’s, Stinchcomb’s, etc. 

My great grandmother, Opal (the closest member of the family I am related to DNA wise actually, we look like clones) dedicated her life to the family, and once her husband Wynfred passed, she took a job with the Daughters of the American Revolution, and went to work cataloguing the family history up until the 1600′s (that I have found so far, I am still going through her papers). Her work makes tracing my maternal grandmothers side fairly simple (which is lucky, because so much of her side’s records would have since been destroyed due to lack of standing).  

My dad’s side is significantly harder than my mothers, due to the lack of most males surviving past the age of 40, and the fact that they constantly moved around (most were farmers, travelling general practitioners, or surveyors, which makes it hard to locate census records.) 

If you want to start tracing your family line, I honestly think that is a good place to start - they have access to a ton of records, and I use their tree system to input data because it is so much easier to look at and navigate. 


It was dark in my office when she walked in, bundled up in tension. I took a moment and gave her a quick glance over. Tall, but most people tended to be when you were a halfling. Her clothing was well made, but not expensive; marks of a merchant, who could afford to dress well without looking like a flower had shat over them. She wasn’t stupid either; I could see the outline of the dagger at her waist underneath her cloak. Not that it would have done much, but it’s the thought that counted.

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twin-troubles  asked:

The twins eagerly prance around the office, messing with whatever their little hands could touch. When Ukitake enters, their attention immediately switches. They throw themselves at him, not caring if their weight forced him to his knees. "Welcome back!!" They cheer.

“Uff! Ah, thank you thank you, boys.” He smiled warmly wrapping his arms around them both and forgetting all about how they almost toppled him over them. No matter how many times he experienced them, he could never tire of their enthusiastic greetings that never failed to make him feel so warm and very much loved. But the feeling often seemed to last only for so long before his eyes began to wander and he soon pouted at the mess that never ceased to take him by surprise. With a quick exhale, he stood up and took both their hands in his guiding them to where the mess was most apparent.

 “How about we get you two some big sheets of paper and those colour pencils Rukia brought us so you can draw hm? But first will you help me clean up?” 

Woke up at 6:30, drove to Tahlia’s house (@rawganic_) and she took me to the coolest session with @fittahliapretty (such a beautiful soul) that left me feeling nothing but happiness and fulfillment.
The session consisted of a one hour yoga flow, delicious #raw #vegan breakfast in the park and a journaling session where we wrote down what we want to achieve this year and work out what is holding us back.
This made me realize how IMPORTANT and how GOOD it feels to write down on paper what you want and how you’re going to get it. Work out what is stressing you out, work out what you want to do more of and figure out what is holding you back from doing exactly that. You’re going to learn a lot more about yourself, I PROMISE.
After that Tahlia and I climbed this huge ass hill and I can’t describe how free and high on life I felt at this very moment. Then we went and got vegan pies and indulged in chocolate Cocowhip from @everythingvegan.
ALSO… Something I noticed: today felt SO MUCH LONGER because: 1) I woke up before sunrise; 2) I didn’t spent a second mindlessly scrolling through social media.
In the past few weeks there were so many times I caught myself doing absolutely nothing and then complaining that I don’t have enough time and stressing the hell out about that. If you don’t have enough time to do what you love, MAKE IT.
If you read all of that I applaud you. Now go and do what you’ve been wanting to do for a long time.

IG: @annietarasova

Day Eighty-Five

I didn’t go to track practice today. Our team meeting ran long because we had two parent meetings, as well as other business. Then a bunch of my seniors handed in work i had to grade ASAP. So I told the head coach I was going to grade it and then go home, which ended up being for the best because I’ve STILL got a cough I can’t shake. 

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate


Classes went well, though. Mrs. T and I dressed in the same outfits to see if our students would notice; it took about fifteen minutes, and then someone yelled, “WOAH! TWINS!” and we all cracked up. They took a geography quiz (lots of perfect scores- yay!) and returned to work on their book papers. Some students finished first drafts, so Mrs. T and I held writing conferences with them. I liked the work I read; most kids really have a handle on the content, so they’re editing grammar and citations, revising sentence structure and word choice, that kind of thing.

More of the same tomorrow.

Aaaaand then I’ll have Civics… Think about the week in politics, and then think about teaching a unit on civil rights and liberties… 

Something Sexy

Wellll, a certain post of another smut Queen here on dis Tumblr pulled the attention of this other smut Queen… *eyebrow wiggle* @raedmagdon here’s a lil something to keep you busy with untill it’s finished completely. Hope I’ll make ya proud!

WARNING: Smut ahead, continue with caution…

Contains: dom/sub, dirty talk/slang with consent of the partner, omegaverse, Alpha Korra Omega Asami,  exhibitionism. Not everything is posted yet but it will be in the end. Enjoy!

Asami took a shuddering breath when that last word crossed Korra’s lips. Her core pulsated with want and even though there was nothing yet, she felt her inner walls clench.

The sun was slowly disappearing and soon the night would fall on to republic city. Most workers had left but there was one person still working. A small light lid up her office and gave her enough light to work on the papers before her. The Omega sighed deeply and rubbed her temples. She was slowly developing a headache. Add that to the discomfort of her heat and you got an Omega on your hands that’s unable to stop squirming in her seat.

There were many other things she’d rather be doing right now but contracts still didn’t sign themselves. So here she was. Her hands kept busy with papers and pencils instead of…-

“Mhn…” Her body stiffened while her hormones and fantasy went rampage inside her head. Her thighs being rubbed against each other in a weak attempt to gain some friction where she so desperately needed it. She let out a longing sigh and licked her dry lips. “Focus Sato… come on…” Another throb of pleasure made her well aware of her situation. She pressed her thighs together with more urgency and prayed to whatever Gods were out there willing to listen.

She bit her lower lip and uncrossed her legs. Her pale hand snuck to the edge of her skirt and touched the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The CEO closed her eyes and let her fantasies go wild. She imagined that it was someone else’s hand stroking her and slowly, her fingertips moved to her throbbing center. She brushed over her shaved lips and let out a needy whimper. Her mouth was slightly open when she released a deep moan. A single finger now between her soaked folds. It found its prize and circled the swollen clit slowly. Savoring the amazing feeling.

“Ah… ahhhh… shit…” She let out a desperate whine and pulled her hand back. She had heard something on the other side of the door. Footsteps…? I thought everybody was gone already. She swallowed hard. A deep crimson on her cheeks. Suddenly, she felt a shiver go down her spine . It settled between her legs, something that absolutely didn’t help her case right now. That scent… oh… Spirits… she’s here… she looked up from her papers right at the moment that the most powerful Alpha of the entire world barged into her office.

Asami dropped the pencil that her other hand held on to, on the desk. Her entire body trembled at the sight before her. Korra closed the door behind her and stood with her hands on her hips in her office. Their eyes locked and where Korra’s were usually a color that reminded Asami of the ocean. They now almost appeared black. The Avatar let her arms hang loosely next her body as she walked closer to the oak desk. Asami broke eye contact and let her eyes feast on Korra’s body. Her breath hitched when they landed at Korra’s groin. There was an undeniable bulge in the Southerner’s pants and her heart was now pounding against her ribcage. Her entire body felt like it was on fire.

“So… you’ve been a bad little Omega… haven’t you?”

Korra’s voice was drenched with desire and pulled Asami’s eyes back from what her body craved so much. They locked with Korra’s but she shook her head. “N-No… No I’ve been good!” She stuttered even though she knew damn well that she was lying.

The Alpha growled softly. She walked around the CEO’s desk. Her tan hand slid over the smooth surface of Asami’s desk and she came to a sudden halt right in front of the engineer. Her nostrils flared open and she took a deep breath. She held it for a few seconds before the air was released from her lungs. A wicked grin on Korra’s face. “We both know you’re lying… pet.”

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