I School Days
1. Show up to class a little early. It’ll give you time to set up, read over some old notes, put your water bottle/thermos on your desk, fill out your planner if you couldn’t in the previous period(s), check your planner to see if you have something on that day etc.
2. Sit in the front or second row. I’m serious, you will definitely benefit. Write detailed class notes. Pick whatever system works for you. I usually write my titles in red pen, notes in black pen, underline points that are repeated/emphasised, highlight keywords at home
3. If you have time at school, do as much homework as you can. If you know you have commitments that day, please for the love of your education do your homework at lunch. I know you might feel awkward, but your friends will understand.
4. When you get home, first list down all the homework received that day on a q card (cross off as you go). Then write the same tasks in your bullet journal, but as a daily spread. Use stayfocusd or self control for mac + leave phone in a different room. FINISH ALL OF YOUR HOMEWORK. If for some reason you couldn’t complete a homework task, write it on a sticky note and place it on your wall. After homework is done, write your revision notes (flashcard the info as well). Place the notes in your accordion folder/binder. If you have some loose sheets at any point, place them in a ‘To Be Filed’ box. Sort that out when you’re packing your bag for the next day.
5. Go through the flashcards made that day and the flashcards made on the previous days.
List out all assignments/assessments on another q card with their due dates. This will come in handy later.
6. Pack your bag the night before. Remember your accordion folder + make sure your ‘To Be Filed’ box is empty. Put water bottle in the fridge and make meals for the next day.
7. The next day, wake up early, complete any unfinished homework, go through flashcards again, read through revision notes, make lunch for the day, put laptop in bag, put food + water in bag, exercise (esp if you have commitments after school), shower, change, blah blah blah. Only do this if your schedule is packed, and in my case, this is a must.
1. On Friday nights, first off, do homework. You will thank yourself for it. Whip out that list of assessments/assignments and allocate half days to knock off at least two of these little assholes. Work ahead, you will feel much better.
2. Do your readings. For English, knock off some wider reading novels, for HSIE, knock off some textbook unit readings (two units ahead), for science, knock off some more textbook readings. Write summaries of each page. Type these summaries. Print these summaries. Place in accordion folder/binder. Flashcard the info. Spend like half a day doing this lmao.
3. Spend 1-2 hours going through the flashcards you made that week for each subject. This counts as studying my friend.
III Weekends When You Actually Have Assessments
1. Due to your working ahead, homework completion and readings, you shouldn’t be panicking too much. Get those revision notes and slot in the textbook readings notes. Highlight, annotate, read aloud, go through flashcards and get someone to test you on the content. Make sure you know all terms, formulae, key concepts, vocabulary etc etc
2. As for assignments, again due to your working ahead just print them out and heavily edit those little asshats. Then type the edits into the doc. Repeat this process four times. Then get someone to read it. Make sure all your assignments are on your USB + email them to yourself because you never fucking know tbh.
3. You’ll probs have to sacrifice your reading time but that’s chill because the teacher/prof will probably be focusing on prepping you for the actual assessment + you gotta do what you gotta do.
Seriously, just do your homework the day you receive it, write revision notes, do your readings, write notes on those readings, make flashcards, knock out assignments as soon as you know they actually exist, read every wider reading novel (analyse these novels), read your required readings (analyse this too), go over flashcards every morning/afternoon, make use of spare time in class, do homework at lunch if needed, stick to your schedule, buy coffee/hot chocolate in the mornings and put it in a thermos, keep a necessities pouch in your bag, keep your P.E shoes in your locker, use a planner, track your spending, wash your hair, brush your hair, go to commitments, attend school events, attend events you’re invited to, go shopping, watch movies, be kind to yourself, take bubble baths, light candles, listen to music, SLEEP, get that A and most importantly be proud of yourself.
Amis and co. as things customers at my (fast food) job have done
Bahorel: tipped me 10$ on a 9$ meal because I made “the best fucking fries in history”
Joly: ordered our largest size (which is enough food for two-three people) with extra gravy but then added peas on top because “I’m trying to eat healthy”
Feuilly: ordered, paid, and then just. Fell asleep. Right there at the till.
Enjolras: got legitimately angry when our card machine didn’t have a tip option and got even angrier when I said I was working through New Year’s eve until 5 am. Offered to call head office and complain about it.
Cosette: also on New Year’s eve, gave all of the staff chocolate bars and thanked us for working so hard and so late
Montparnasse: came in to the shop twice a week in the summer while we had a limited time meal called the Mac Daddy and only ever ordered that. Never came in again after we got rid of it.
Combeferre: lives in the flat above the shop, comes in every week with a ceramic bowl and asks me to make his meal in it (instead of our paper boxes) to reduce waste
Jehan: reads, considers, and takes a picture of every single quote I write on the blackboard. Always asks for extra pickles.
Gavroche: had an actual laughing fit when I squeezed the cheese sauce bottle and it made farting noises
Courfeyrac: came in around 3 am on the weekend before Halloween dressed as David Bowie. Picked up a feather boa a customer had left behind, put it on and kept it
Éponine: started yelling at some idiot who was catcalling another customer. It got so heated they had to take it outside
Musichetta: nice regular who just comes in to write Instagram handles on the board, chats with us for a few minutes and leaves
Marius: apologized like five times even though I was the one who messed up the order. Tried to pay with Euros (in Canada)??
Bossuet: came in slightly drunk at 2 am on a snowy day so the shop floor was wet, fell down literally more than ten times even after I mopped
Grantaire: stared at the menu of poutines for 10 minutes, gave up and asked me “which one’s the most dank”
Pairing: Tom Holland! Peter Parker x Stark! reader
I NEEEEED A PART 3 TO SIDE TO SIDE. I BEG OF YOUUUU.I NEEED TEN MORE PARTS FROM SIDE TO SIDEEE SOO GOOD IM SCREAMING
Are you going to do a side by side part 3?! I love it so much!!!!!! I’m kinda obsessed!
ugjwmwjdns oh my god into you was so good!!!! I really hope you make a part 3 and all that :-))
Side to side and into you slay!!!! Pls write more parts if you can
Will there be a part 3 to into you/side to side? I know you just put up part 2 but it was just really really good lol
Ooooohhhh I know the plot technically ended but please do a Side to Side Part. 3 (a smut one)! I need this to my life make sense again. Like… Why Peter would have condoms in his wallet? He’s a cinnamon roll. And for God’s sake, Wanda can read minds… That’s not gonna be a secret for much more time. LOOK AT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME. I CAN’T GET OVER YOUR WRITING.
Summary: You and Peter have been going out for a little bit now, and people are starting to learn your secrets. Mostly through some risky behavior and a bit of telepathy.
Warning(s): Smut (duh you freaks((jk love you)) keep requesting it), blowjobs, fingering, semi-public sex in a school bathroom like bro I write such trash for you guys I hope you like it
Author’s Note: Okay so I think this is gonna be the last part because I’m out of Ariana Grande singles to write smut for lmao. Send in more requests and whatever do what you want because I only have a few more to go through and I am working on them. One more thing, I am going to camp next week though so I will not be posting for 2 weeks. Your patience is greatly appreciated, thanks loves! Enjoy this sinfest! think of it as a parting gift from me to you.
I was talking with Nyxtheshield (the beautiful guy that makes the music for Glitchtale) he just told me that he’ll be unavailable starting February 16th until the 28th.
You know what that means?….
That I’ll have to finish this animation within the next 7 days so he and Strelok can have at least a week to make the songs AND the sound effects.
And you know what?.. I think I can make it, I mean… I don’t have a choice here lmao. I’m pretty close to finish but I was projecting it for like 2 weeks more…. guess it’ll have to be just a week.
I didn’t want to sleep anyways… I do know my efforts will be worth it tho, and I REALLY want to finish this ASAP, sooooo wish me good luck! I’ll be keeping you all updated…
(When the name of the animation gets real)
A/N: I was watching Stranger Things when I wrote this… oops
Word Count: 2,109
- Written by Kat -
Ever since you were a kid, you felt like you were supposed to be doing something more. Like there was more that needed to be said, but you never got the chance. As time went on, you pressed the feeling deep within yourself, becoming someone else entirely. In this day and age, women were expected to look and act a certain way. The feeling in your gut was always pulling you away from those ideas, prompting you to be more. But you never gave them a chance, too scared of what people would think. So you swallowed your heart, you wore the dresses and skirts and makeup. You went to the dances, and parties, you smiled and laughed and flirted. And when the captain of the football team asked you out, the only thing to do was say yes. Even though you played the part, the feeling never left, it sat in you gut - an idle threat.
(I said as much last night, but these guys seem very video-game-y, so I really went all out with this piece to reflect that, haha. It was fun to try out this new technique of building on top of a stock photo collage for the background– it still takes ages to get done, but it really helped give the piece that extra bit of detail and outline-less style!)
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Hey if youre asexual why are you sexualizing kids you fucking psycho
I’ve laughed at this more than I should have lmao
Obviously, this is about Mike and Will from Stranger Things. Apparently, you’re not aware of some things so let me just run it through you real quick. I won’t take much of your time. ;)
Shipping =/= Sexualizing
So I do like the idea of Mike and Will because they’re cute together. I mean, HAVE YOU WATCHED SEASON 2? Good Lord, Byeler was off the charts. I’m aware they are a bunch of 13-year-old boys. But just because I like them together doesn’t mean I want them to have sex?? Like?? What is this logic?
You may know of this thing called “crush,” right? Kids have crushes early (not all obviously). It happens. It’s normal. They blush when they see someone they like. Perhaps they want to hold their hands or kiss their cheeks. I know because I’ve been there. When you’re a kid you don’t think of things like that, not everyone’s into that. So please jot that down. Heck, these kids have so much going on in their lives—Dungeons & Dragons, school, the friggin’ Upside Down.
Now, I love Mike and Eleven as much as the next guy. And no one’s complaining about that. Most people cheer when they kiss and they find it adorable and cute. But when it’s Will and Mike, suddenly it’s sexualizing? What kind of homophobic shit is that? Let them be kids and have crushes regardless of gender.
But yeah, sure, call me a fucking psycho. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to eat my hash brown while I browse the #byeler tag. ;D
warnings: some swearing, some angst, more mentions of apple fritters, some PG sensuality
a/n: oooooohhh boy!! this one is probably my fav one i’ve written so far. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE! i can’t believe how much love Apple Fritters has gotten–i feel like it’s my child and im watching it grow lmao. you are all the reason i keep doing this, what keeps me writing!! i love each and every one of you guys. xxxxxx
Days flew by as you grew accustomed to your new life. The days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months. Pretty soon, August and September had bid you farewell, and October fell upon Queens in a blanket of falling leaves, cloudy skies, and crisp autumn air.
You didn’t have any more encounters with Spider-Man after that odd evening, but that didn’t mean you stopped thinking about him–or how he knew where you lived. You felt oddly drawn to the masked stranger, you longed to know the truth about his identity and his story. Did he know where everyone lived, in a protective vigilante way? Or was he just another creep, who happened to beat up bad guys on the side? But the one question that constantly burned the brightest in the back of your mind–who was he? You had kept the encounter to yourself, not confiding in your new friends just yet. You didn’t want to sound insane.
You were acing all of your classes, staying on top of your work as usual. You were the perfect student. Impressive test scores every single time, and your teachers were beginning to notice. Soon, most of your superiors had joined the growing list of people who encouraged you to join the Academic Decathlon team.
“I get stage fright easily!” you protested to Peter and Ned one day in the quad during lunch. The three of you sat in a circle on the grass, enjoying the chilly weather.
“You can’t even see the audience with all the lights that shine on you,” Ned urged, flipping through a comic. “Peter–tell her!”
You looked at Peter–who had become somewhat distant since the day he walked you home. He no longer walked you to your apartment, but rather the corner street where you parted ways. He was always in a hurry to be somewhere else. You were still reeling from that tender moment you shared with him, still feeling the fire his fingertips left behind on your skin when he softly grazed your cheek. You couldn’t stop thinking about him either, or the way you suddenly felt very shy around him, or how his beautiful brown eyes looked when the sun caught them.
He looked absolutely worn down today–dark circles under his eyes, falling asleep, and wincing every time he moved, like he worked his muscles too hard the day before. You grew increasingly worried about him. When he didn’t respond to Ned’s right away, you quickly changed the subject.
“Do you guys want to come over to my place after school and study for a little while?” you asked, pulling your sweatshirt tighter around as a crisp breeze blew through the quad, shaking the red and yellow leaves from the trees.
“I’m free,” Ned said excitedly. “I’ve never seen your house.”
You grinned, looking at Peter in question. “What about you, Parker Pete?” Your nickname for him hung in the air.
Peter rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I wish I could, but I’ve got the–my–my internship with Stark Industries.”
You bit your lip and turned your gaze away from him. “Yeah–yeah, it’s totally okay. I understand.” But you look like you seriously need a day off from that.
Before you could say another word, Ned broke the silence. “I could bring over my PS4, and we can play some video games!”
“I asked for you guys to come over to study,” you laughed, playfully pushing him over. “But bring it anyways–just in case.” You stole another glance at Peter, who was staring off into space, not paying any attention at all. The bell rang out across the quad, and he was the first one up and walking briskly back to his class without a hint of a goodbye. You stared after him, an unwelcoming feeling of anger and frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
“What’s his problem?” you grumbled to Ned, standing up and brushing yourself off. “He was fine a few months ago–but now…he’s a totally different person.”
“He really is under a lot of pressure with his internship,” Ned replied. “Don’t take it too personally.”
“I just thought that he…that we…” you trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat. Why were you crying?
Ned put a reassuring hand on your shoulder as the two of you walked back towards the main building. “Don’t stress about it, [Y/N]. Peter is…complicated. He’ll come around again.”
It was nearly midnight, hours after Ned had left your house after studying for a quick minute, and then spending the rest of the time playing videogames together. You wrapped yourself in a thick blanket, stole out through your window onto the cramped fire escape, and sat in solitude. You had brought your Biology textbook with you, to get some actual studying in, the light from your room filtering out over the pages. But you still couldn’t concentrate.
Your mind was swimming with thoughts of school, how Peter was acting, and trying to figure out Spider-Man’s deal. Your fingers restlessly drummed on the open page to the book, until you let out an exasperated sigh and closed your eyes.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Fishing it out, you answered the call with a weak, “Hello?”
“[Y/N]? It’s Peter.” Speak of the devil.
Your eyes immediately opened. “Peter–hey–I….what’s up?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, knowing how ridiculous you sounded.
“I’m sorry to call so late–I didn’t wake you up or anything, did I?” His voice sounded strained.
“No, no, I was still awake,” you replied. “Are you alright?”
There was a moment of silence before he answered. “Uh–not exactly….but I’m fine! I’m fine. I’m actually in your neighborhood–could I stop by for a second? Just–just to say hi.”
This was very strange. But he sounded like he needed help with something. “Of course, I’ll wait downstairs for you.”
You let him in when he arrived, noticing a very slight limp in his step. Putting a finger to your lips, he nodded and you bother entered your apartment, sneaking very quietly back into your room. He collapsed at your desk, sighing in relief.
“Peter,” you started, sitting on your bed across from him. Before you could finish what you were about to say, you noticed the purple, mottled bruises across his cheekbone. A few more peeked out from underneath his grey sweatshirt along his neck. “Peter, what the hell happened to you?”
He gave a weak smile. “Sorry–a guy got tough at the ATM this afternoon. I just got in his way.”
“I thought you were at your internship this afternoon?”
“I…I was,” he stammered. You knew he was lying through his teeth.
“You need to tell me what exactly is going on with you,” you demanded, crossing your arms. You could feel the hot tears welling up in your eyes. “You don’t look like one guy beat you up, you’re tired and slow every day now, you’re falling behind in your classes….” You bit your lip and looked away, silently cursing your emotions as the tears spilled over your cheeks. “I thought….I thought we had something, but–but everything you’re doing is telling me otherwise.”
Taking a shaky breath, you furiously wiped away your sorrow. Looking up at him, he was staring at you with those eyes….those damn, beautiful brown eyes–with a crushed, pained look on his face. His mouth was opened slightly, frozen, not knowing what to say.
“Please say something,” you whispered. When he didn’t–he just kept looking at you with that scared, horrified expression–you stood up angrily with your hands balled in fists.
He looked up at you, defeated. “[Y/N]….I can’t tell you. Just please–please trust me when I tell you that I’m okay, I’m just a little tired.” Peter closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if in prayer. “In the few months that we’ve known each other, I feel like I can….I can be myself around you. I don’t have to put on a mask or pretend to be someone I’m not. I feel–I feel safe when I’m near you….you have this aura, this presence–something about you that I’m just drawn to.”
You stared at him, feeling your cheeks beginning to heat up. Was he…confessing his feelings for you? You were speechless for a moment, until the anger and frustration sank back into your chest. “After all this time, all these days and weeks and months of wondering what you could possibly be going through, this is all you have to say? After putting not only me–but also Ned–through this unnecessary bullshit? We’re both worried sick about you, Peter. You can’t just change the subject and–and–”
He lurched forward out of your desk chair, his hands gently but firmly grabbing your cheeks. Before you could register what the hell he was doing–his lips were softly kissing yours. Completely and utterly taken aback, your hands fell to your sides. Your eyes closed, your heart was racing, and you gave in to the kiss–your hands sliding up and wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss. You were enveloped in him, his scent smelling of musk with a hint of cocoa, feeling the heat radiating off of him.
You could tell he was trying to figure out how to kiss you as he went, his hands gripping your waist at first, but moving to the small of your back a few moments later.
He pulled back, all too soon. Your eyes opened slowly, to see him looking at you with a stunned expression on his face, his soft lips swollen from the kiss.
Peter took a step back, beginning to panic. “I am so sorry–I didn’t mean to–that was….that was crossing a line–”
“Peter….Peter, stop!” You reached out, your fingers gently tracing the bruise on his cheekbone, silently wishing you could take all of his pain away in one second. He froze, leaning into your touch with a relieved sigh. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you that day on the subway,” he murmured, sending shocks of electricity to your very core.
“Me too,” you admitted with a laugh.
Peter leaned in towards you again, brushing your lips very softly. “I gotta go–although I really don’t want to….I’ll see you again soon.”
“Two apple fritters, please,” Peter politely asked the man working the bakery stand. After paying him and receiving the pastries, he handed one to you with a smile. “Now my debt is paid.”
You let out a laugh. “I guess now we’re even, Parker Pete.”
The two of you began to strolling along together, hand-in-hand, enjoying the brisk October weekend. It was nearly dusk, the lights of Queens beginning to twinkle in the dimming night sky. The two of you had a long talk about what happens next the night Peter had kissed you, about prioritizing everything correctly. You both agreed to keep your newfound relationship on the low, spending time together on the weekends–Peter had his internship during the week still, and you began to understand the importance and secrecy of it.
You enjoyed every minute you spent with Peter, your life finally feeling like it was back on track again. But you were dying to know all about his internship–you learned that Tony Stark was a genius, a billionaire, and philanthropist who doubled as the superhero known as ‘Iron Man’, a secret he came out to the press about. Peter gushed all the time about working under Mr. Stark, but he always kept it strictly confidential–and you were starting to get curiouser and curiouser.
“So,” you asked as you both walked together, giving his hand a playful squeeze. “Are you absolutely sure you can’t tell me anything about your internship? Like, not even a tiny little detail?”
Peter chuckled, rubbing the back of his head anxiously. “I’m sorry, [Y/N], you know how the rules are. I wish I could tell you, though.”
You knew not to push, but you couldn’t help it. “Do you work with that high-tech alien junk I saw in the news?”
His smile slowly disappeared. “You know I’m not allowed to say.”
“I know, I know,” you whined, giving up. “Top secret stuff.”
A crash and a shout sounded suddenly, breaking the silence. Looking up, you both saw three men clad in all black, complete with black ski masks, holding a poor shop owner hostage in his floral store a few blocks down.
“Holy shit,” you breathed, pulling out your phone. “I’m calling the police.”
Peter let go of your hand, taking off in a sprint towards an alley. “Call them! I’ll be right back!” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Peter, stop!” you cried out, taking a step forward. “Where are you going?! Peter!”
He disappeared around the corner, shouting again, “I’ll be right back!”, leaving you standing there, utterly stunned and speechless that he would just leave you there, stuttering out a few words to the 911 operator on your phone. His words echoed in your mind.
A group of people began to crowd across the street, watching the three robbers. You pushed past them, hearing the sirens in the distance–but you knew the robbers were going to get away before they arrived. Looking around, you had to do something.
“Hey!” you shouted, running full speed towards the three robbers. You had some pepper spray in your purse, and you quickly pulled it out, spraying the man closest to you right in the eyes. He screamed in agony, falling to his knees, clutching his burning eyes. The second man was stuffing cash from the register into a bag, and the third was holding the shop owner by the collar.
“Well, well, well,” the second man said, his voice sending chills down your spine. “Looks like we got a little hero.” He tossed the bag of cash to his partner, and moved quickly towards you.
Before he could take a step further, before you could blast him with the pepper spray, a flash of red and blue appeared and knocked him out with a swift kick to the face. The last man holding the shop owner dropped the bag of cash and tried to run, only to be stopped with one of Spider-Man’s web shooters.
Once the shop robbers were incapacitated, Spider-Man turned to you almost angrily.
“What were you thinking?” he bellowed, stabbing a finger at you. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”
Your mouth opened in a shocked O, hot tears spilling over your cheeks. “I–I was only trying to help, the police were never going to make it in time–”
The masked hero shook his head. “[Y/N]–don’t do that again.”
“How do you know….” Before you could finish your question, Spider-Man ran out of the shop, and disappeared into the city with a few swings from his web shooters. You were completely shocked, and right back where you once were–who was Spider-Man?
The police asked some questions, took some notes, and turned you loose. Breathing heavily, you exited the growing crowd and immediately pulled out your phone, dialing Peter. He didn’t answer, so you left a very quick and angry voicemail.
“Peter Parker,” you growled into the phone. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”