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Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead?  I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.

 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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7 Apps for Studying and Time Management

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Similar app: Wunderlist [FREE] link

Memorigi is a really easy to use time management app where you can log in all of your tasks for the day, week and month. You can use a color code to track your tasks by theme or by subject so you can understand what your workload will be for the next few days. I really like this app’s simple layout and the fact that you can chose between different views, namely between a daily view or a three-days view. It also lets you set an alarm to remind you that your tasks and events are coming up. Other similar apps to consider are Google Calendar and Evernote.

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Duolingo is an app that lets you learn languages through an array of mini games and exercises that you can complete daily, increasing your fluency and mastery step by step. Each language comes with dozens of different themed levels that teach you different aspects of vocabulary and grammar so you can build up your knowledge on that language. Each level recycles what you’ve learned in past levels to make sure that you still remember that you have learned before. You can also use the training icon to get a personalized lesson with your weakest words, so you can really tackle whatever you are having a difficult time with, before moving on with the learning process. I also enjoy the fact that the levels are short and you aren’t required to speak or listen, so it’s the perfect way to spend some idle time during commuting to school.

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Another app that I always talk about is Forest, and for me it’s the best way to use the Pomodoro Technique whilst having a true visual experience of your productivity levels. The concept is quite simple: for each block of time you spend studying, you plant a virtual tree. While that tree grows, you cannot use other app in your phone, less you get distracted. When the timer reaches zero, you will have planted a tree in your forest. The more trees you have, the more productive you were during that day.

Loop - Habit Tracker
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HabitBull [FREE], similar app: link

Habits is an habit tracker app that lets you follow up on those small daily tasks that we sometimes forget, like drinking enough water, taking medication or taking a walk outside. It’s very simple to use – all you have to do is insert which tasks you want to track and just press the small cross to mark it for that day. As time goes by, you will build a graphic that tells you how many times you’ve forgotten certain tasks and where you should improve. I usually do this by hand in my bullet journal but I think that tracking your habits with an app should please everyone who prefers to manage their time with their phone and doesn’t like to carry a notebook around.

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Still on the time management theme, I think that everyone should try at least once in their life to really understand how they are spending their time. A time wheel lets you do this – you basically input how you have been spending your time during the day, with transportation, sleeping, eating, studying and taking classes and you will be baffled by how little time you can actually spend at your own will. This app lets you do exactly this, you just insert the amount of time you have been doing something and it will build a time wheel for you, so you can reflect where you have been wasting your time and re-organize your schedule. I think this is a great challenge to keep up with during a week and just reflect on how you are actually living your life. Basically, it sets a tracking time and when you unlock your phone, the app will ask you what you have been doing for the past fifteen minutes so you can build your time wheel gradually during the day without even noticing it.

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A great app to save paper, ink and time is quizlet. It basically replaces all of your physical flash cards and lets you keep entire sets of questions and answers in your phone under your personal account. You can then export these to your computer and share them with your friends. I think this is an amazing app for anyone who relies on definition based classes and tests and is something great to use on idle times or when you need to study but only have your phone around. It has tons of different ways to test your knowledge on a subject and it can even read your cards out loud as if you were being questioned by your professor.

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Similar app: Class Timetable [FREE]: link

Finally, and this is one of my favorites, there is a widget timetable app so you can place your school timetable in your homescreen and never skip a class again. I usually never know where I am going to have class and sometimes it’s not really useful to take out your planner and look at your schedule so having it right on your homescreen is really useful.

You can insert all data related to your class in this widget, like the name of the class, the location, participants and total duration. You can always assign a color to a certain class. Afterwards, you just tap the screen to assign your class to a certain timeblock and there you have it.

The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.

Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs

Word Count: 5482

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I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor  (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)

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Request:  Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd


You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.  The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.

It was the end of your potions class.  You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, professor?”

“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work.  If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”

“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.

“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him.  I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.

“Lovely.  Who is this boy?”

“Newt Scamander.”

Your mind starting racing.  Oh Merlin.  The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why?  The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?

“Miss L/N?”

You snapped out of your daze.  “What?  Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”

“Thank you.  He tends to daydream during class.  Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett?  Kickett?  Something like that.  Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.  

You nodded.  “I won’t let you down, professor.  But there is one more thing I need.”

“And what is that?”

“Could you write me a late pass?”

**Time skip to next day**

Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library.  You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.

You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N!  You thought to yourself.

You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince.  You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting.  He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.

You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.

“O-oh, hello.  I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.

You smiled.  “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh…  pet?”

Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about.  “Oh!  That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle.  He has some attachment issues.”  Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.  

“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.

The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”

Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible.  No one had ever complimented his creatures before.  “He likes you.”

“I would hope so,” you said.  “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”

Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red.  “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”

You chuckled.  “No need to be embarrassed.  It’s Y/N L/N.”

“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“What?  Did you say my name is pretty?”

Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink.  “What?  Oh–uh–no!  I mean it is–but–!”

You cut him off with a giggle.  “It’s fine!  Don’t beat yourself up.”

Newt looked utterly relieved.

“So, shall we begin?”


You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.

“Okay.  How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”

Newt knit his eyebrows.  “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered

sounding unsure.

“Well… you’re close.  That’s how long the effects last.  To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.

“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”

“Don’t apologize.  Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better.  “But I need to know this in order to help you learn.  Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”

Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson.  “I guess a bit of both…?”

Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.

“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.

He sighed.  “Fine!  I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”

You nodded.  “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate.  It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it.  But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.”  You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.  It was time for dinner.  “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall.  Same time tomorrow?”

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you, Y/N.  For tutoring an idiot like me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that to yourself.  By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”

You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.

Newt stayed seated, thinking.  When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms.  I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking?  This is just charity work.


The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions.  But today you wanted more hands-on with potions.  You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia.  Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after.  Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart.  You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.

The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.

**Time skip**

You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron.  Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt.  After all, he had to learn somehow.

After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.

“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted.  “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”

You chuckled at how cute he looked.  “No worries.  Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia.  You know what that is, right?”

He nodded.  “An extremely powerful love potion.”

You smiled.  “Correct.  Are you familiar with the ingredients?”

“Uh… I think I know two.  Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”

“You’re right.”  Newt grinned when he heard this.  “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust.  Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”  

Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.

You clapped your hands together.  “Wonderful!”  You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see.  “I’m not going to help you brew it.”  

Newt’s face dropped a bit.

“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us.  Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.

“Then go ahead get started.”

Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right.  The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise.  Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.

Newt set the ladle down.  “Did I do it right?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Perfectly!”  You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent.  “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”

Newt sniffed the potion.  “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,”  His eyes got large.

You looked at Newt with concern.  “Is something wrong?  What is it?”

Newt turned his gaze to the floor.  “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.

You blushed.  “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly.  Your mind was racing.  MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!

“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.

You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes.  “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”

Newt blushed immensely.  Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.  

What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.  

Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you.  It only lasted a second before he pulled away to

look at you in complete silence.  But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion.  Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.

When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.

“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.

“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”

Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.

You giggled.  “You too, Pickett.”

Newt looked at the clock.  “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going.  I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”

You raised your eyebrows and laughed.  “Wow, Newt.  And I thought you were innocent!  You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”

Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head.  “I’m not leaving without you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.

You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”

“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”

AHH I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I do!  Please let me know what you thought of it!

💖tips for people starting high school (or even middle school) this year!💖

🍀 if you’re worried about getting lost get a map of the school. i guarantee you every school has a map (they need them in order to plot emergency exit plans) and you can get these either by popping in to your school office and asking the people at the front desk if they have one or by just looking online. mark the location of your classes on the map, jot down your class schedule, and keep it out with you until you can figure out how to get to your classes by memory.

🍀 if you actually do get lost don’t be afraid to ask someone for help. my first day of high school i was walking all over the damn place for a good 20 minutes looking for a classroom before i finally went to the front office and asked for directions (i had somehow entirely missed a wing of the school in my wanderings and that was where the class was, yikes). teachers and other adult staff are the best to ask but if none are around find a kid that looks older than you and ask them. someone will know where you need to go and will be able to point you in the right direction, you just have to be willing to ask them as soon as you’ve realized you have no clue where the hell you’re going instead of walking around like a lost duck for so long like i did.

🍀 write your locker combination down somewhere that’s easily accessible. even if you’re like “ha! it’s only three numbers, i can remember that!” write it down. and if you’re not comfortable or familiar with using combination locks, look up how to use them online - watch a video or two - and maybe write the instructions for which way to turn them down too. it’s not hard but it can be tricky, especially if you’ve never used a combo lock before and you’re already dealing with new school jitters that can throw you off.

🍀 familarize yourself with the rules of your school. your teachers will probably give you a rule booklet on your first day but if not then the rules are likely available to view online. this tip isn’t here to be a buzzkill but to caution practicality: different schools have different rules. some of those rules may be weird, some may be unfair, but in any case it’s always a good idea to know what is/isn’t allowed in your school so you can avoid doing anything that might get you punished (or at least so you’ll know that you should hide what you’re doing so you don’t get caught). specifically be sure you know rules that are about your school’s dress code, their policy on snacks and drinks in the classroom (this may be something you need to ask individual teachers about as well, as different teachers may have different views on this), whether phones or other devices are allowed in school, and if you take any kind of medications (down to an over the counter tylenol or benadryl) whether you’re allowed to bring those or if you need to fill out some kind of form to get permission first.

🍀 buy your own mini pencil sharpener. these were never on any of my school supply lists but they’re one of those things that you’re better off having and not needing than needing and not having (trust me you don’t want to get up and walk all the way across the room during a test or something to use the teacher’s sharpener, they’re big and loud and they annoy everyone).

🍀 make it a habit to write things down! write down all of your homework assignments and any projects, their due dates, and any quizzes/tests your teacher tells you about. also go through your planner and mark out any days that your school will be closed or closing early. some schools give out planners at the beginning of every year (mine did) but if yours doesn’t then buy one for yourself. it doesn’t have to be fancy or anything, they sell decent ones for cheap at stores like dollar tree. just make sure that you use it! it will make your life 100x easier.

🍀 if you’re someone who has a period make sure you have a small bag of necessary supplies with you in your bookbag. include a few pads, tampons, or whatever you use. different schools have different policies on bringing medication (such as ibuprofen, tylenol, or other pain killers you might use for cramps + other period symptoms) so please be aware of what your school’s policy is before you bring a bottle of pills or even a few loose pills to school with you; even if it’s an over the counter drug you can still get in trouble for bringing it to school without permission. if you’re not sure of your school’s policy your best bet is to drop by the school nurse’s office and ask them about it. don’t be too embarrassed to talk about period stuff with them, school nurses have seen/heard everything and they are not going to judge you.

🍀 don’t freak out about where to sit at lunch. seriously. movies and tv shows make a big deal about this (mean girls, anyone?) but in reality it’s just not that big of a deal. if you’re lucky you’ll share a lunch period with people you know and like and will be able to sit with them but if you don’t then don’t worry too much about it, either. try finding a table that seems mostly empty and sit down there. people you don’t know will probably sit with you and this is okay—you’re not obligated to introduce yourself but you’re also not obligated to not introduce yourself either, be polite and maybe smile and say hey if you want or just nom your food and mind your business. these kids are no different from you, they just want to eat, and chances are they’ll be perfectly fine. if you can’t find a mostly empty table, then look for an empty seat next to someone who looks more focused on eating. ask them if you can sit there. 9 times out of 10 they will say yes. sit, eat, wait for the bell, go. repeat the next day. eventually, it’ll just be another part of the routine.

🍀 don’t bring anything expensive to school unless it can fit in your locker (and you’re willing to keep it there) or you know you can keep it with you at all times. i’m not saying your stuff is going to get stolen but i’ve seen it happen before—kid comes to school, shows off their phone or ipod or something, goes to the bathroom leaving the thing unattended, and whoops! it’s gone when they come back. be responsible with your things, especially if they’re things you wouldn’t want to lose. and if you don’t absolutely NEED to bring a thing to school, consider leaving it at home.

🍀 don’t bring drugs, alcohol, weapons, or anything else illegal to school. this is common sense y'all. if you don’t want a police dog to start barking at your locker and to get in some serious trouble then leave the weed at home where the cops actually need a warrant or some kind of probable cause to come in and find it. the school building is not yours and your locker is not yours, it’s the schools. don’t bring anything into the school that you’re not okay with school staff and school cops finding.

🍀 turn your phone off before you go into the school in the morning. there are very few ways to piss a teacher off quite as quickly as having your phone ring while they’re in the middle of speaking or the class is in the middle of a test. not only will they be angry but it’s also just super embarrassing and will probably end up with you getting your phone confiscated. also, don’t text during class. i know it’s tempting but it’s not worth getting in trouble for. keep it off and if you can’t trust yourself to keep it off then keep it at home.

🍀 manage your time between classes wisely. know how much time there is between class letting out and the bell for the next class ringing and know how long it will take you to get to your next class from where you’re at. socializing is good and healthy but don’t burn up all of the time you have between classes hanging out talking to people in the hallway because it can wind up making you late. make sure you pee if you’ve gotta pee and that you have everything you need for your next class.

and for a lot of you beginning middle or high school is usually the first time you’ll have a gym class where you have to change your clothes in a locker room or shower around other students. this can obviously cause a lot of anxiety, especially for those of you who might deal with body image issues so here are a few tips for how to potentially deal with that as well as other locker room tips:

🍀 a lot of gym locker rooms have bathroom stalls attached and you can potentially get changed in those rather than out in the open with everyone else. note that some gym teachers may not be okay with students doing this. if that’s the case then they’ll likely tell you about it on day one of gym class. if they don’t mention it then consider it okay but if they don’t allow people to get changed in the bathroom then you can always slip into a regular school bathroom prior to gym class and change your clothes there and then change into your regular clothes after gym. as long as you manage your time wisely and don’t take too long and wind up late for gym or your next class, you shouldn’t get in trouble for this.

🍀 if you have body image issues about how your upper body looks you can consider wearing a long tank-top underneath your regular clothes and, after you change out of your regular clothes, just put your gym shirt on on top of the tank top. you’re still changing but no one is actually seeing your chest/skin which reduces some of the anxiety.

🍀 if you have body image issues about your lower body or people seeing you in your underwear you can consider wearing boxers or some kind of shorts-like underwear instead of briefs. these cover more skin than briefs do which can, again, reduce anxiety. no matter what your gender identity is there should be some kind of underwear like this in a pattern/color/material that is comfy for you. alternatively, you could also wear thin leggings under your regular pants (though this may not be feasible for you during summer when it’s really hot out).

🍀 if you don’t want to shower after gym, no one can force you. just make sure to have a clean set of clothes to change into, make sure you wear deodorant, and carry a packet of nicely scented wipes in your gym bag to wipe down with after gym is over. maybe also spritz a bit of perfume or scented water in your hair.

🍀 keep a pair of fresh socks in your gym bag. everyone knows to bring their gym clothes but a lot of people forget to bring a pair of clean socks and you really need to. your feet will get sweaty and hot and even if they don’t start to stink it’s still going to be really uncomfortable to wear them until you get home.

🍀 actually wash your gym clothes. YMMV, i don’t know how much y'all sweat or stink, but be sure you wash your gym clothes at least once a week because no matter what your body odor level is they will start to stink after awhile. if your clothes get particularly funky then wash them in a mix of antibacterial soap and baking soda—the soap will kill the germs and the baking soda will make them smell good again.

🍀 and speaking of stink, if your gym shoes start to smell funky buy some baking soda spray and spray the hell out of them too.

🍀 be respectful of other people in the locker room. don’t make comments about other people’s bodies that could make them feel uncomfortable or upset. if you make any kind of mess, clean it up. if the locker room has bathroom stalls attached, don’t hog them - always be aware of how much time you’re spending in there or in front of the mirror and whether there’s anyone standing around who needs to get into a stall or use a sink. and if you use perfume or body spray or any other kind of aerosol, for the love of god and asthmatics everywhere, don’t use too much of it—not to call anyone out but you young dudes out there who are just beginning your manly love affair with AXE body spray need to be especially on notice over this. when i was in middle school boys used so much AXE that you could see the waves of it drifting out of their locker room and making its way across the gym. i know y'all want to smell good but that shit can choke people out, i promise you that you don’t need to use quite THAT much in order to smell nice.

🍀 stand up to bullying and body shaming when you see it happen. if you see something, say something. if another student is being bullied in the locker room, stand up for them. sometimes the only thing it takes for a bully to stop is for other people to tell them to shut the fuck up and make it clear that their behavior isn’t acceptable. reach out to classmates of yours who you see being bullied and body shamed even when you don’t know them. you don’t have to be friends with someone in order to understand that they deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. defend people who are being attacked and taken advantage of and make sure they know that they deserve better.

💖 💖 if i missed anything please feel free to add on to this list!!! 💖 💖

i am so disgusted by betsy devos’ confirmation. she does not understand the socioeconomic and cultural factors that impact public school districts and their students—this is evidenced by the fact that she thinks implementing more charter schools will improve the already-existing school system. improving school and student performance involves more than just building new schools, and i don’t think devos understands the root of poor student performance.

basically, poor schools are trapped in a cycle of poverty while schools in more affluent neighborhoods gain more funding. public schools are funded three ways: state education funds, property taxes, and standardized test scores.

it is well established that schools with less funding do worse than schools with more funding. the more money and resources a school has, the better students perform in school and on state tests. for poor schools, this is where the cycle begins: the school doesn’t have enough money, so students are not getting the same quality education as their wealthier counterparts; because they are not getting a quality education, they perform badly on standardized tests; because they perform badly on standardized tests, the school doesn’t get much funding; repeat cycle. add low property taxes to this equation and you get what is known as a “bad school.”

it is no coincidence that “bad schools” are located in low-income primarily black neighborhoods, and “good schools” are located in upper class primarily white neighborhoods. this casual segregation is not only a result of low funding, it’s a result of racism. many public schools did not fully integrate until the 1980s; while segregation was illegal by this point, many people of color (especially black people) were confined to their neighborhood schools. additionally, the racist housing market disallowed black people from moving into certain neighborhoods (where mostly white people lived), meaning many could not move into a better area.

as a result, poor black schools stayed poor and black, and wealthy white schools stayed wealthy and white.

there is a history to our public school system. it is a history of anti-blackness, racism, classism, and disenfranchisement. we can do better, but defunding public schools is not the answer. further disenfranchising poor people, black people, and people of color will only serve to further advance upper class (white) students while everyone else falls behind. sending these low income students to a charter school will not magically improve their performance. if we want to improve student performance, we must first work on improving our public schools and creating an education system that benefits every student.

the skies above us

written for @alittledizzy as part of @fandomtrumpshate

length: 14.8k

genre(s): fluff+angst

triggers/warnings: implied panic attack/anxiety, canonical character death mentions

Baz and Simon meet in a community center art class and become fast enemies; much to the chagrin of their matchmaking therapist. Over the next few months tensions escalate, paint is thrown, coffee is had, and the two of them learn that there’s more to life than just doing what’s expected of you

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a/n: bless @cherryonsimon for being the most patient beta and best friend and for staying up until 5am reading this over!! and a huge thank you to all of my friends who listened to me talk about this fic for ages and who offered their support throughout the entire process 💜 (this fic will crash the mobile app so if you’re on your phone i recommend reading on ao3 ^__^)


“How’ve you been, Simon?”

I shrug, and Ebb writes something down in her notebook. I crane my neck to see what it is, and she pulls it back. Frowning, I lean back on the couch and cross my arms. It’s not like she’s said something bad, it’s just a habit I’d picked up over the years. Being in and out of therapy since you were a child tends to make you curious about what they’re saying about you, especially if their evaluation could determine whether you get shuffled around yet again.

Not like that would actually happen with Ebb, especially since I aged out of the system a while ago, but it’s still a knee-jerk reaction to seeing someone taking down notes about me. Never mind that I’ve been seeing the same therapist for six months; some habits are hard to break.

Ebb is the best person I know, which is probably a weird thing to say about someone you pay to listen to your problems; but when you don’t have a lot of people in your corner, you learn to appreciate the ones who are.

Her office looks nothing like the small cramped rooms of the therapists I’d been sent to when I was a kid. It’s large and airy, with a red couch covered in pillows and crocheted afghans. The walls are completely covered in pictures of people, of places, of things. The first time I’d visited, I’d asked Ebb about her walls, and she’d just laughed and told me it reminded her of her life.

“What about it?” I’d asked.

“That I’ve lived it,” she’d replied and laughed again.

I love Ebb’s laugh. She laughs like everything matters, and it’s nice to hear. Encouraging. It’s one of the many reasons I keep coming back.

She’s still waiting for my answer, but I don’t feel pressured. That’s another thing I like about Ebb: she gets it. She knows that sometimes words are hard for me and that sometimes you just get sad for no real reason.

Ebb lost her brother when she was young. I know this because she accidentally let it slip during a session one day. I felt like a jerk for not comforting her, only watching as she’d wiped her eyes on the cuff of her jumper, but I know she understood.

Other people’s emotions are hard for me to handle, but I’m getting better at it, I think. I should probably ask Penny, considering she’s basically the only person I talk to regularly, now that Agatha’s broken up with me and moved away to the States. To California. To “find herself”, whatever the hell that means.

“I’ve been…okay,” I finally say, and Ebb nods.

“Just okay?”

“Well–,” I pause, “I did have an incident at work…”

Ebb nods, and I take it as encouragement to continue.

“I got fired again.”

“Uh oh,” she says, but not in a way that makes me feel bad.

“I messed up a customer’s drink and got so anxious as I was trying to fix it that I broke the machine.”

She tuts and writes something in her notebook again. My curiosity is too much this time. “What are you writing?”

“Just a reminder,” she replies, “I’ll tell you at the end of the session.”

That doesn’t completely satisfy my curiosity, but I drop the subject anyway.

We spend the rest of the hour discussing my week–what I’ve done, what I haven’t done, what I should be doing,–until the timer on Ebb’s side table beeps and she uncrosses her legs. Her head is bent, and I want to ask what she was going to say before, but she beats me to it.

“Have you thought about taking up a hobby?” she asks, pen still scratching across the paper as she looks up at me.

That’s not what I was expecting. “I mean…” I trail off, trying to remember the last time I’d done anything that could be considered a “hobby”. I play football with friends sometimes, except…except it’s been years since I’ve actually done anything like that. Christ, has it been that long? “It hasn’t exactly been a priority to me.” I say, avoiding Ebb’s inquiring gaze.

“Well, maybe it should be,” she says in a way that makes me think I don’t have a choice in the matter. Maybe that’s a good thing, because I know if I were on my own I’d never push myself to find something.

“Like what?”

“I was thinking something therapeutic. Like… relaxing. Have you ever taken a painting class before?”

“You mean outside school?”

She nods.


“Would you be interested in trying one?”

I shrug. Again.

She sets her pen down and tears a page out of her notebook, folds it, and hands it to me. “Here’s the information about the class. You don’t have to attend, but I think It’d be good for you.”

I take the paper, and look at the class name. “Why painting and drawing?”

“Well, Simon, I could list all of the reasons it’s beneficial to your mental health, but that’s boring and you don’t want to hear it. Long story short: it might make you happy and that’s a damn good reason, in my opinion.”

I nod, because I feel like I’m supposed to agree.

We make my next appointment, and as I’m leaving she says, “I really do think this will be good for you, Simon.” It’s like she can tell that I’m considering tossing the number, and I make a firm decision not to.

I wave goodbye and duck out the door, shoving the paper roughly into my jacket pocket. It feels heavier than it should, and I know it’s because I’m overthinking this. (As usual.) I’ll probably feel better once I have more information, but the thought of me enjoying an art class makes me want to laugh. I’m not artistic in any way, and I really don’t have any interest in spending time looking at stupid bowls of fruit, or drawing naked people, or whatever people do in classes like this.

But I’ll do it. For Ebb. (And because maybe she’s right about this. Maybe it will make me happy.)

(Something has to.)

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ib things i’ve learned so far

*** these are mostly for the full diploma program but they apply to any class i think, even if it’s not ib. but, if you’re not in the full DP program there will be a few irrelevant things

do your heckin’ homework

there will be times when you have massive amounts of homework and other times when you have very little work, but the bottom line is that either way you have to get it done. learn to prioritize your work and talk to your teachers about due dates. 

also do your heckin’ readings and ANNOTATE THEM!!!

i know reading can get tedious as f*** but one way to make them more interesting is to annotate. i expand on this more later but even if your teacher doesn’t tell you to, you should annotate the readings whether its english or science. interacting w/ the text is incredibly important. it helps you obtain more info and it’s also really helpful when you’re going back later on trying to remember why you highlighted or underlined something.

be open to discussion

i have not had one ib class where discussion isn’t a major part of the class. it’s not always a class grade, but i can guarantee you that discussion will help you with essays, worksheets, and pretty much everything else in ib. your own ideas will evolve as will your understanding of other perspectives, something that ib LOVES to see.

consider as many different perspectives as possible (within reason)

like i just said above, perspective in general is really important to all aspects of ib. try to consider cultural perspective as well as econocmic/class, location (rural/urban), anything else that isn’t your own perspective.

side note: i’m constantly worrying about being incorrect when considering other perspectives, but ib doesn’t care. all ib wants is to see that you’re able attempt to put aside your own biases and privileges to a certain extent and empathize with others. 

use some kind planning system

i know everyone says this but there are still a ridiculous number of people that i know that have no planning/organizational system. there are plenty of apps and different methods you can use to keep track of everything, which is especially important with ib. ib has tons of long term deadlines and projects and it’s really likely that that is how a lot of teachers will lay out their assignments. its crucial to have all of these dates SOMEWHERE. i don’t care if it’s in your bullet journal or the notes app in your phone, but just keep track of them. you also don’t want to be that person constantly asking everyone what’s due today

create your own deadlines

if you have an ia due in 2 weeks, give yourself mini goals and deadlines to keep yourself on track. a lot of ib is independent and self-guided, which means you have to be motivated. reward yourself when you accomplish your little goals and give yourself breaks, but also stay accountable.

*some extra little things that i’ve found helpful*

  • keep a list somewhere of basic reminders. with ib if there are nights where no work is assigned (for me at least), i can guarantee that there is a list of at least 5 things that i should be working on. i tend to remember these things at the most inconvenient times so it’s best if this is kept somewhere that can be easily accessible.
  • experiment!! ib is incredibly individualized compared to other high school classes, so take advantage of it!! in tok ias, math ias, the ee, and other things i can’t think of at the moment you basically get to choose your focus and that can be pretty much anything. take the opportunity to look into something you’re curious about, really interested in, or are considering studying in college.
  • don’t put cas on the back burner. just don’t. make some sort of schedule where you update it every other wednesday or every time you have a softball game. whatever it is, make it a priority. and, anything you can think of will probably work as a cas activity as long as you’re reflecting consistently and meaningfully.
  • create study groups with people in your classes. i genuinely have a groupchat for every ib class that i’m in.

that’s all i have for now, but i’ll keep compiling things like this if you’d guys like!! i’m going to try to be a lot more active and i can make posts/elaborate on any of the things i’ve mentioned above, please just shoot me a message!

xox annie

madamemarquise  asked:

I know I'm probably late, but I'd love a birthday drabble for the incomparable @porchwood. Her b-day is on 3th of February. She's given the fandom so much and it'd be fantastic if somebody wrote a sweet piece of Everlark for her as well. Thank you!

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You were definitely not late. Happy birthday @porchwood. To help you celebrate in style, the always lovely @burkygirl has written this double dose of everlark fun, just for you. Enjoy!

Locker Talk, Parts 2 and 3

By @burkygirl, rated T.

A/N: An Everlark high school romance, written 500 words at a time. Part one can be found here.


Peeta and Thresh shoved each other out the door of their Law class on their way to the cafeteria. Peeta was already dreaming of tacos for lunch when Thresh jabbed Peeta in the gut with his elbow and then wiggled his eyebrows at the girls. Peeta gave Thresh a sly grin and his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. They’d been doing this every day for weeks.

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DickDamiWeek: Sunday

Prompt: Assassin!Damian
Challenge Prompt: Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU
A/N: This combo was chosen by @mattsmanpain when I put a shoutout for numbers. It’s nice how this one worked out so neatly!
Relationship Stats: romantic (married)

His marriage was failing.

Despite stubbornly trying to ignore it, it was a fact that weighed heavily on Damian’s mind as he set up his rifle in the grungy bathroom five stories up from the cafe that sat at the opposite street corner.

One would think that having a yoga and pilates instructor as a significant other would forever keep things spiced up in the bedroom, but their passion had simmered down to the level of a boiled fish.

Damian blamed the fact that Richard was too open with his celebrity status thanks to Instagram. This led him to being highly requested by the rich and famous all around the world. And Richard had a hard time saying no to his adoring fans. So off he constantly went, carted to random ends of the world, where he taught exclusive classes for exorbitant amounts of money to whomever would have him.

Granted, Damian’s own schedule was hardly much better thanks to being a world renowned assassin.

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master-sass-blast  asked:

I found a map that shows the distribution of phrases/words that mean the same thing (like pop vs soda) based on use in the US. As I looked through it, I realized that I used a bunch of the words interchangeably. I thought the map was a bunch of baloney until I realized: My dad and most of my dad's family is from SC. Except the ones that live on the West Coast. My mom's family is from Northern Indiana, which is where I grew up/live. Does that make me linguistically mixed (lol)?

Linguistics is one of the more terrifying sciences, imho, becuase your subject moves on you SO FAST.  it’s like dealing with academic vipers that don’t want to be prodded and will race out of the building via the AC before you can count them.

But I feel you- My dad’s family was from SoCal for a while, my mom’s from one zip code in Ohio, and both histories have left an imprint on how I use language.  and hell, even trying to map language by location is dubious becuase class, race and even medical history will radically alter how you speak.

And now with the internet, people pick up launguage from all over and in bizzare ways.  I didn’t start using y’all until tumblr (it was “yuns” prior to that, thank you cleveland) and god knows the cadance of how I speak has changed due to reading Too Fucking Many academic papers, to the point where myu fiance says I have “professor Voice” the way soem people have “customer service” voice.


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It’s Just a Little Crush (AJ Styles/Shane McMahon One-Shot)

Pairing- AJ Styles/Shane McMahon

Rating: maybe M for the amount of cursing

Warnings – Cursing, promise of Daddy!Kink,  I think that’s it

Word Count: 3,383 holy shitballs

Author’s Note – This is all @llowkeys   fault she is an enabler. Nah just kidding, but seriously she is the reason this got written. We had been discussing how there weren’t enough AJ/Shane fics out there and I had part of this thing stuck in my head since Wrestlemania time. Then it grew legs and ran the fuck away from me, Actually forget legs this thing grew motherfucking wings and has way more feels then I had originally intended it to have.

Tag list: @hardcorewwetrash @llowkeys @loveambrylayn @unabashedwwesmut @lunaticfringe216 @welshwitch5 @blondekel77

Summary – AJ Styles for all his cocky attitude and ego in the ring, is a shy guy when it comes to love. Sex he can handle fine but love? It turns him into a babbling mess. This never proves itself more evident than when he develops a major crush on Shane McMahon.


SmackDown Live – 2 days after WrestleMania

A.J. Styles sat backstage in his locker room after that night’s SmackDown Live with a lot on his mind. Mainly one Shane McMahon, Shane had proven a hell of a lot tougher then AJ had first thought. Their match at WrestleMania not been a cakewalk like he had thought it would be, not at all. Shane had surprisingly taken him to his limit. Not bad for an old man, not that Shane looked like an old man. In fact, Shane was in better shape than some of the wrestlers on the roster that were half his age.

Shane had been on AJ’s mind almost non-stop since their feud had begun. The whole thing had started because he had felt unappreciated on SmackDown Live, the show HE had put on the map. SmackDown Live was ‘The House that AJ Styles Built™’ and he hadn’t felt that Shane and Daniel respected that.

When he had originally attacked Shane backstage he had hoped to intimidate his way into the WWE World Heavyweight Title match. The last thing he’d been expecting was for Shane himself to challenge AJ to a match at WrestleMania 33. He thought a match with Shane was going to be a walk in the park.

It wasn’t, it seriously wasn’t. Shane had absolutely no regard for his own personal safety. The last thing AJ had expected was for the 47-year-old executive to pull off a picture-perfect Shooting Star Press, he’d been so in shock laying on the mat that he almost didn’t move in time to avoid getting hit by it. AJ would only ever admit to himself that he probably wouldn’t have kicked out in time had the move connected. Shane had proven to him that he was not just a man behind a desk he was a superstar himself even if it was only part time.

He should have known that from watching Shane face The Undertaker at WrestleMania 32 but he had dismissed it as ‘Taker being even older then Shane and ‘Taker had slowed down so much that he was a shadow of his former self. AJ swore Shane had more guts then sense.


AJ had come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t entirely straight in the 6 months since his divorce had been finalized. Somehow, he’d come out of his feud with the elder McMahon sibling with not only a grudging respect but a massive crush.

He’d thanked his lucky stars a million times over when Shane and Daniel had chosen him for the blue brand before Shane’s uptight bitch of a sister and her crazy lapdog Mick Foley could pick him for Raw. He’d happily traded being with Gallows and Anderson in exchange for not having to be part of the clusterfuck that was Monday Night Raw.

Look where being on SmackDown Live had gotten him. He had beat up John Cena at SummerSlam and become World Heavyweight Champion all within months of becoming Team Blue. SmackDown Live was truly the land of opportunity and him?

He was ‘The Face the Runs the Place™’, and therein lied his problem, for all his cocky bravado and ego he was not the most emotionally savvy man in the world, he hadn’t had a crush in years and this was not only his first real crush on a man but that man was his fucking boss of all people! It had taken everything in him not to just blurt out his feelings when he’d been in the ring with Shane earlier that night. What a mess that would have been.

He didn’t even know if Shane swung that way or not. AJ had to be smooth, he had to be debonair…HE HAD TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN before he gave himself a heart attack! “Okay, calm the hell down Styles. You got this” he muttered to himself “Just have to go on a little fact-finding mission.”

How do you even begin to find out if your boss had any gay tendencies? “Man has to watch porn…I could check his browser history? But that would require breaking into his office next week during the show and praying his computer is unlocked.”

AJ was startled out of his thoughts by a knock on his locker room door. “What?” AJ barked “I’m sorry, Mr. Styles but we’re clearing the arena for the night.”  “I’ll be out in a minute” AJ replied. He grabbed his suitcase and headed out of the arena and toward his car. Luckily, he didn’t have far to drive tonight. He’d bought a small house in Orlando when he’d been practically living there while under contract with TNA and it’s where he had been living since he’d given the larger house in Georgia to his former wife in the divorce since she took care of their four children full time.

Lost in thought AJ unlocked the back of his black SUV and tossed his suitcase inside, walking around to the driver’s side he looked around the parking lot and noticed a black limousine pulling up near the door he had just exited from. A few seconds later Shane walked out of the arena door carrying his briefcase. Shane waved off the driver from opening the door for him and looked around giving the parking lot one last look before he left. AJ had noticed that Shane was always the last person to leave the arena after a show, unlike his sister who barely waited for her show to be over before she hightailed out of there always leaving the clean up to Mick.

It was just one more thing AJ admired about Shane. The superstars of SmackDown Live weren’t just toys or pieces on a chessboard to Shane. They were human beings with thoughts and feelings. He truly cared about every single one of them, even when they pissed him off. He was not only their boss but SmackDown Live’s resident Dad.

“No, AJ. Shane as a Dad is not a thought you should be having.” He scolded himself. Admitting he was bisexual was one thing. Even admitting to himself that he was half in love and completely in lust with his boss was easy. He didn’t even want to think of what him fantasizing about calling Shane Daddy may mean for him.


Shane cared about him more than any boss he’d had in his 19-year career. Even after they’d gone to war at WrestleMania Shane had stood in that ring with him tonight, shook his hand and showed him nothing but respect.

“AJ?” AJ flinched, He’d been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed that Shane had put his briefcase in the limo and walked over to where he’d seen AJ Styles staring blankly into space with his keys in the door to his truck. “I’m sorry, did I startle you? Are you okay?” Shane asked.

AJ fought to keep the blush off his face hoping his embarrassment at being caught daydreaming about Shane didn’t show in the bright floodlights of the parking lot. “I’m fine, j-j-j-just have a lot on my mind, Shane” He stuttered nervously. AJ inwardly cursed himself for acting this way. He’d never had this much trouble with women, but something about Shane McMahon unnerved him in the worst possible way. “Are you sure, AJ?” Shane said. “You’re shaking quite a bit.” AJ hadn’t noticed the sound of the keys jingling in his trembling hand.

Shane just made him so damn nervous, he regressed to a 13-year-old boy with his first hard on whenever the older man came near him. Usually he could hide it rather well when other people were around or the cameras were rolling, but alone? By himself, face to face with the object of his lust and affection? He was a complete mess. “AJ!” Shane spoke louder this time. ‘Shit’ AJ thought to himself, realizing Shane had been speaking the entire time, I blanked again.

Shane looked at AJ, seemingly sizing him up for a minute before he took the keys from AJ’s hand. “Okay, that’s it. I don’t know what’s going on with you but that’s the second time you’ve spaced since I walked out of the building” Shane said. “I don’t think you should drive tonight. You currently live in Orlando, right?” AJ nodded silently “Then I’m going to tell the overnight security that you’ll pick your truck up in the morning and I’m giving you a ride home.”

AJ panicked, alone in the backseat of a limo with Shane?  He wasn’t ready for that yet! What if he did something stupid and revealed his feelings before he found out if Shane was into guys? “I-I-I-I’m fine Shane, I can drive myself.” AJ stuttered, completely thrown off his game by the kind and caring offer.

‘Yeah, Styles that was super convincing’ he inwardly groaned. “I’m not taking no for an answer, AJ” Shane strongly insisted “I don’t need my top Superstar getting hurt or even killed because he spaced out behind the wheel” AJ could see no way out of the situation his daydreaming had gotten him in. “Okay, Shane if you insist. I guess I can’t say no to the boss” “I’m just looking out for you AJ”

Shane said locking AJ’s SUV back up and guiding the southern man toward the waiting limo. He opened the door, motioned for AJ to get in, then got in the car himself. “You can’t continue being the crown jewel of SmackDown Live if you get in a car wreck” The statement brought a little bit of cocky AJ back “The crown jewel of SmackDown Live?” AJ said with a smirk. “Sure that’s not Cena or Orton?” Shane looked at AJ with a smirk of his own.

“Where to Mr. McMahon?” the driver said interrupting them. “Stop at the overnight guard booth first, then we’re taking Mr. Styles to- “AJ chimed in with the address of his house which was located in a middle-class section of Orlando. The driver stopped at the guard booth so Shane could inform the overnight security that one of his superstars was leaving their car there overnight and the he would be back for it in the morning. “Now where were we.” Shane said once they were on their way to AJ’s house.

“Cena, Orton and why I’m the crown jewel of Team Blue and not them.”  

“Oh yes well, Cena is a part-timer now, you and The Miz were dead on when you both said that. In fact, he’s already off somewhere filming another movie. He’ll be gone for months and when he comes back he’s a free agent. Don’t tell anyone I said this but I personally hope Stephanie picks him up, It would free up the absolutely ridiculous amount of money I have to pay him so I could sign more invested superstars that will be here full time.”  AJ was in shock was Shane opening up to him? Why was this happening? AJ couldn’t help asking “And Orton?”

“Orton is lazy in the ring and his posts on social media are quickly making him more trouble than he’s worth. There’s a thin line between having the fans love to hate you and them being so offended by your comments that they boycott the show. Orton is leaving that very thin line in the dust as we speak.”

“But he’s your champion now.” AJ reminded Shane. “And championship reigns can end just as quickly as they can begin. But enough about work. How are you doing, AJ?”

“You mean after the divorce?” “I didn’t want to come right out and say it but yes.”

“I’m doing okay, we were together for a long time but we grew up into different people. I love her, I’ll always thank God for my years with her, she gave me four beautiful children, but I’m not in love with her anymore and I couldn’t continue to hurt both of us by pretending I was.”


“Me and my ex came to that same conclusion about a year and a half ago” Shane revealed. AJ looked at Shane in complete shock. “You’re divorced?!” “Yes, it became final right after I first came back. She flipped out when I started talking to my mother about finding a way back into the company. I had watched Stephanie and Hunter treat our family legacy as their own personal playground long enough, and our father didn’t care enough to do anything about it. Mom is a politician now and didn’t want to give that up so it was left to me to be the voice of reason and sanity around here,” “That you are, Shane.” AJ replied.

The driver pulled up to AJ’s house. “We’ve reached our destination, Mr. McMahon.” The driver said through the intercom. AJ sighed “Home, Sweet Home.” He said sadly. “AJ?” Shane asked “It’s nothing, I’m just used to a houseful, you know? Even on the road I used to have Gallows and Anderson. I haven’t exactly made friends on SmackDown so I’m by myself way more then I’m used to” Shane looked as if he was thinking about something for a minute before seemingly coming to a decision. “Driver, please open the trunk so I can get my bags. I’ll be staying here for the night. You can come back here at 11am to pick- “Shane looked at AJ “Are you flying out to the house show in Texas tomorrow?” “Yes,” AJ replied, “I have a flight out at 10am.” We’ll cancel that in the morning, your flying on the company jet with me and Daniel.” Shane said AJ looked at Shane in surprise. “I am?” “Yes, you are, I can’t have my crown jewel lonely and depressed. Maybe with you there Daniel won’t give me dirty looks when I eat a burger.” Shane laughed “So really you’re helping me.” Shane turned back to the driver “Please pick myself and Mr. Styles up from here at 11am to take us to the airport. “Yes Sir, Mr. McMahon.” The driver replied.

“Shane, you really don’t have to-.” Shane interrupted him “AJ, I’m tired and I’m still very sore from Sunday.” Shane said sounding exasperated

“You are a huge reason for SmackDown Live’s success and I’m hoping after what happened in the ring tonight we can become friends as well as co-workers. Everything about your body language says you don’t particularly want to be alone tonight and as your friend-” Shane stresses the word friend “I don’t want you to feel sad or be lonely.” “All right, Shane.” “Good B-“ Shane cut himself off, cleared his throat and instead said  “Thank you for not arguing with me anymore.” Shane turned to the trunk of the limo to gather his suitcases.

Meanwhile, AJ was having an internal freak out of epic proportions. ‘Shane’s spending the night in my house?! How did this even fucking happen…and did he almost call me baby boy?! What the fuck is going on tonight!’  

“AJ!” Shane’s voice snapped him back to reality and he immediately screamed internally ‘Not a-fucking-gain!’ “AJ, let’s get you into the house” Shane said sternly, taking a hold of AJ’s arm and walking toward the house. “I’m not liking these continued space outs. I think you should see the trainer tomorrow at the arena, and I think I’m going to stay with you until then” AJ took his keys out of his pocket, unlocked the front door of his brightly colored house and disarmed the alarm system.

Shane came in behind him carrying his two suitcases and briefcase and looked around. “Nice house, it’s smaller than I thought It would be with you having four kids.” “This house was just for me when I was down here to do those marathon TNA tapings. The family stayed at the house in Georgia. Here I’ll show you to the guest room.” AJ lead Shane down a short hallway and opened a door to reveal a guestroom.


“Here you go. I’ve been staying here all week so everything is clean. Do you want to have a beer with me before bed?” AJ nervously asked Shane. Now that Shane was actually in his house he wanted to spend time with him and get to know the older man better. “Sure” Shane replied, “Let me just change and I’ll be right out.” AJ left the bedroom and went to the kitchen where he pulled two beers out of the fridge.  A few minutes later Shane padded into the kitchen wearing basketball shorts and a Brooklyn Nets jersey. AJ was dumbfounded for a minute. Shane was always covered up, whether it be by his suits or by the sweats and baseball jersey that was his normal wrestling gear so seeing him dressed so causally blew AJ’s mind. “AJ!” Crap! Did it again! This time AJ blushed a bright red that was unmistakable even through his tan “Okay that’s it, what the hell is wrong AJ?” Shane demanded.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing. You know I’m tired, I don’t want a beer anymore I’m gonna hit the hay.” AJ babbled out quickly moving past Shane to go to his own bedroom “See you in the morning, boss” Without warning Shane stepped into AJ’s path blocking his exit from the room, “Not a chance, You’re not avoiding me this time. No more It’s nothings or I’m fines or I’m okays. Tell me what’s going on with you. I’m your boss and I’m trying to be your friend. I care about you Allen and I want to help you with whatever is bothering you.”  Hearing his real name come from Shane is what finally broke AJ. “I don’t want to tell you because if I do and you don’t feel the same way..…It would break me.”  Shane put his arm around AJ’s shoulders and led him to the couch in the ajoining living room. He guided AJ to take a seat, then knelt in front of him looking up into his eyes. “Just tell me, Allen.” Shane implored.

All of a sudden the dam broke and all AJ’s feelings came pouring out. “It started out as a silly little crush, when you first became my boss. Then I got to know you better and my crush started getting deeper and stronger. I’d never truly been attracted to another man before. Even though I’ve always looked. My wife found out about it and we mutually decided to file for divorce. I thought you were still happily married and I was so angry about losing my title to Cena of all people so I acted out. I’m sorry for what I did to you, Shane. I have to remember that you’re not like your sister or Dixie Carter you would never screw me over for the hell of it and I never should have said or done those things.” AJ said in a rush almost hyperventilating “Allen, breathe. Deep breaths. In and out baby boy,” Shane kept breathing with AJ until the younger man calmed down and his breathing returned to normal. “That’s the second time you’ve called me that. Why are you calling me baby boy of all things? I’m not that much younger then you.” Shane gave AJ a soft smile “It’s how I think of you when you’re acting cute or bratty” “You think my emotional anguish is cute” AJ said with a bit of anger creeping into his voice. “I think if one of us had opened up to the other before now our match at WrestleMania as awesome as it was probably wouldn’t have happened.” AJ froze “What?!” “I have had a crush on you since day one Allen Jones.” Shane revealed “I’ve always been bisexual though it wasn’t something I advertised” “Oh” AJ said in wonder.

Shane leaned up as AJ bent down and the two men shared a soft perfect first kiss. AJ and Shane pulled back and grinned at each other, then AJ asked, “So what happens now?” “Now we go to bed, cuddle and tomorrow I take you on a real date before the house show.” “And after the show?” AJ asked with a leer “After that we have to fly to Europe, but I have an invitation to the Mile-High Club with your name right on it.”


                                       THE END

                       How To Stay Organized in College

1. Keep track of your new schedule 

In the beginning of the semester write all your new classes, their professors, and classrooms in one place. It will help you to have times and locations of all new classes.  To do so you can use these options:

  • A planner - you can use cute planners and decorate them as you prefer.
  • P. Schedule - is a great (free) app that can organize all your college stuff in one place. It’s visually pleasing and very helpful on the go (especially in case you’re late for a new class and you have no idea where’s it). This app also sends me notifications that my class will start soon.  

2. Keep track of your due dates

This is a big one, especially for freshmen. It’s so important to know your due dates, appointments, and events, and be everywhere on time!

I came up with a system that I follow since my first year in college. And it works! When you start your semester and get syllabuses from all professors, take your time and write ALL due dates until the end of the semester in you planner or calendar. I started using Outlook calendar this year, and it’s been great. It’s connected to my school email, so I check both of them at once. It also sends notifications to my phone, iPad, and laptop, so I just cant’s miss anything. You can also use Apple calendar or Google calendar.

You also should write all new due dates in you planner/calendar as soon as you learn about them. That’ll prevent forgetting about them.

3. Check your school email as much as you can

This is what most freshmen skip. Your school email is the only way your professors can communicate with you, so you have to check it all the time. They’ll tell if the class is canceled or classroom got changed, send you assignments and exam study guides, they’ll remind you if something is due. You’ll also get important information about major events on campus like new job openings, registration date, and etc. 

If you don’t want to be that one person that showed up to an empty classroom at 8 a.m., check your email!

4. Organize your papers

We as college students have so many handouts, printed PowerPoints, and assignments.It’s so easy to get all of them mixed up. Separate all papers by classes and put away papers from last semester. To do this you can use folders or any dividers for each class. Here’re some examples that I use:

The white one is from IKEA. I use it at home. The black one is from Walmart. I carry it my backpack. Both are cheap and useful. 

I hope my post was somewhat helpful! I struggled a lot with the organization when I was a freshman so I thought that I might help some of you with my experience c:

anonymous asked:

How bout a pretends-to-be-dating fic? It's pretty self explanatory but just a little fic where they're only pretending at first but then they fall in love.

A new state, a new crappy house, a new school. Its a chance to start over and Sam is relieved.

“Ready for a new school, Sam?” Dean smiles bright, green eyes watching him.

Dean’s gotten more muscular, his chest so strong and shoulders broad. Sam wishes he would fill out like that.

All he’s got is floppy brown hair and ever changing eyes. He barely passes Dean’s waist.

“I guess, Dean,” Sam mumbles as they stand in front of the school. Dean’s arm slung prospectively around him as he leads him up the steps.

He already sees the way the girls eye his brother, hungry eyes and the licking of lips is familiar.

“Look, if you need anything you know I’m around, Sammy,” Dean smiles.

A couple girls behind them ‘aww’ and Dean winks back at them. They giggle and walk up ahead and Sam watches them.

“They are so cute together,” one of the girls say.
“I know, gosh, the older boy is so brave. He doesn’t even care that the guys here will kick his ass if they find out he’s gay. The boy is so gorgeous too,” a blonde girl says
“I kinda feel bad for the smaller one. Look how tiny he is compared to his boyfriend,” a dark haired girl smirks, looking back at him. The girls look back and smile at Sam too.

“Wonder how he takes it, the older boy is huge. Can’t be easy when–”
“Oh my gosh, Jane! Shut up, he’s right there,” the blonde girl gasps.

Sam blushes at Jane’s words. He knows just what she’s talking about and she smiles wickedly at him.

“Yeah, you’re right. Besides, bet he takes his big boy just fine,” Jane smirks and Sam chokes on his own spit.

The girls take a right into a classroom. Dean pats him on the back hard.

“You alright?” Dean asks.
“Yeah, I just–let’s go,” Sam huffs.
“My class is right here, baby boy,” Dean smiles, stopping at the same class the girls did.

A couple of boys look at Dean weirdly as they walk in but as Sam looks up, he’s watching the blonde girl. Sam just nudges at Dean before walking down the hall.

Throughout class Sam thinks about those girls. He thinks about Jane. She was pretty with a dirty smirk. He can’t imagine what they were talking about, he’s only kissed one girl and it wasn’t all that great. How could they think that he and Dean–God.

“Hey,” its a kid with black and glasses. His energy screams ‘nerd’.
“Uh, hi,” Sam answers as he pushes through the crowd to get to lunch. To get to Dean.

The boy follows him through the crowd but its like the people are never ending.
“There’s something wrong,” the boys says over the noise.
“Why do you–” Sam is interrupted by the sound of Deans voice.

“Come on then, bitch!” Dean growls.

Sam pushes through the last line of people, breaking into the formed circle.
Dean stands there, bloodied and righteous. His green eyes are wild and his knuckles split open.
There are four boys on the floor and Sam can’t help but be amazed. He steps over to Dean, tugging at his leather jacket.

“Look, its his little faggot boyfriend,” a boy in the crowd says.

Dean just drags Sam out the lunch room and into a boys bathroom. Sam doesn’t say much, just helps clean the blood from Deans nose and off his knuckles.

“Sam?” Dean sighs.

Dean turns to look at him with all the seriousness and walks into Sam’s personal space.

“As far as everyone out there is concerned, you’re mine, baby boy,” Dean says.

Sam just nods quickly up at his brother. Deans eyes glint in the dull bulb light.

A week later, when the Impala drives off from where it drops them off, Dean’s arm slips from his shoulder to his waist, tight and possessive. It makes Sam blush hard and put his small arm around Deans waist, too, as they walk up to the school.

Sam sees Jane, her smirk knowing and her eyes bright. Sam just keeps walking as people watch.
As they walk down the hall he feels big, can feel the jealousy off the girls in waves and the anger of boys. He knows they won’t touch him, not in front of Dean.

When he’s about to stop at Deans first period class, Dean tugs him along, all the way down to the end where Sam’s class is located. The way Dean pushes him against the wall beside the class is scandalous. The girls squeak and walk past while the boys stare in awe.

“See you later?” Dean breathes against his lips.
“Dean, you-we–” he gets cut off when Dean presses those sinful lips to his, steals his innocent from his lungs, his soul. Sam whimpers and presses up against his brother and its so wrong. No one knows they’re brothers, but they do and they’re eating each others faces in the hallway.

“Excuse me,” Sam’s teacher clears her throat and Dean separates from him.
Sam is left gasping for air and clinging to Deans jacket.

“Sorry, ma'am,” Dean smiles, boyish charm. Even his teacher sees it, Sam can see it in her face.

Dean kisses him softly once more before swaggering off down the empty hall. Sam smiles sheepishly and steps into the classroom. Sam feels good. He’s the girl’s god for dating a hot senior and the boys damnation for tainting what could have been their idol. He’s welcomed in with girls, but the boys are plotting.

He doesn’t care, his boyfriend is still hot.

Another week later, he sits out on the field alone, the bleachers cold under his ass. He figures Dean is off with a girl who hasn’t heard Dean is “gay”. Maybe Dean made it clear he was bisexual.

Sam waits and takes out his English homework, figures Dean will come up and call him a nerd or something when he finds him.

But the first person to block the path of the sun on his paper is a boy named Blake. Three other boys stand behind him.

“So, you’ve got a boyfriend, huh, Winchester?” Blake taunts. His friends laugh too.

“Well, we’re going to beat you straight,” Blake hisses, cracking his knuckles.

Sam just closes his book and stands.

Sam just happens to whoops their asses. Sam just happens to break Blake’s teeth in when he thinks of Dean and the way he kissed Sam dirty and deep as he fingered him open last night. Sam just happens to smile at the way Dean looks at him when he’s got busted knuckles from defending himself, just happens to love the way Dean kisses him as they walk away.

Sam just happens to love his brother too much.

That night, Dad leaves out to drink. He won’t be back till real late and its only ten.

“We got a couple hours, sweetie,” Dean breathes in his ear as fucks Sam slowly.

Dean doesn’t know how they got to this in so little time. Doesn’t know when he began to get hard over the dimples in Sam’s cheeks or the blush he gets, or Sam’s pretty eyes.

Dean can only look at Sam as he speeds up and listens to Sam’s breath hitch beautifully and cry out as he creams himself on Deans cock.

Dean covers the rush of emotion he gets with a hard kiss to Sam’s lips, he doesn’t know he’s still telling Sam he’s in love with him.

Their last day there, a senior girl tells Dean he’s a sick fuck when she notices that he and Sam have the same last name.

“I was helping the office with attendance and it turns out you’re his brother!” The blonde and blue eyed girl hisses in his face.

“I’m a hero! I save lives!” He yells at her as she storms down the hall.

Her friends glare at him for a second till their eyes snap down beside him.

He looks down when he feels Sam’s arms curl around him, his baby boy sneering at the girls.

The girls don’t see the way the brothers look at one another in the middle of the crowded hall.

When the Impala is roaring down another highway at three a.m. and the boys are in the back, curled up with one another, Dean tells Sam he’s in love with him. Not with his mouth, but with his eyes.

Music blades out the speakers and their Dad sings with it.

Sam smiles, dimples deep. That’s how he tells Dean he feels the same.


I’m sorry anon, I was so busy today. I hope this is good.


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