long afternoons

Jikook AU BackSide Story...  “How to draw LOVE”

Jimins POV

Tae asked me if he could come over to my work to talk and i said yes. He knows always when something is wrong with me and I`m glad that i have someone to talk about these things. Also today i will see someone again that i didn`t had time to meet for long.

“Later on the Afternoon”

My break was about to come up in 30 min. I wasn`t actually in a good mood. Yoongi came home after midnight, as expected. I pretended to sleep already cause i didn´t wanted to talk to him. He tried but i didn`t react. This morning i left our home early to avoid him. I was kinda lost in my thought while cleaning the tables.

“Hey Chim!” I startled and moved around. It was Tae.

“Hey you are early. I still have 20 min to go.”

“It`s ok Chim, i can wait. Bring me a Coffee ok.” He said with a big smile. 

Tae`s POV

I was kinda early when i went to Jimins workplace, but i know he is going through some stuff and as his best friend, i wanted to be there for him, if he needs someone to talk. As i went in i saw him cleaning the tables. He looked kinda sad and lost at the same time. My poor Chim. He startled when i said hi. I told him that i can wait until he has his break and pleased him, with my big smile, to bring me a coffee.

Others POV

Jimin was throwing the towel on a table in the kitchen, grabbed a coffee for himself and placed himself beside Tae.

“So Jimin tell me. Do you really think he is cheating on you. After what you told me earlier today while we messaged each other.”

“U know… Yeah actually… i kinda think that.”

“Explaine more” Tae was asking. Jimin felt uncomfortable, but he continued.

“This is going now over 2 month. He is not even touching me anymore. He always says that he loves me and want to be with me. But everytime i plan some dinner or a romantic evening, then he suddenly has to work longer or something else is coming up. I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“Did u tried to talk with him about it? It will eating u up, when u dont do this. U know that.”

“I know that Tae, but I’m scared that i get something to hear that i don`t want to hear.” Suddendly Jimin got silent, when he looked at his phone

14 Messages/5 Calls.

He didnt wanted to talk to Yoongi right now, probably later. He knows he needs to do it. To clear everything.

Then all of the sudden Tae broke the silence.

“Jimin, who is that handsome guy, that is looking in our direction?”

Jimin didn`t react at first, when Tae was asking him. But then he heard a voice, that he was knowing to well, but didn`t heard for a while.

“Hey Jimin, long time….” 

Jimin moved around and started to smile when he saw who it was. Cause they were also talking earlier today and the guy said he would come over in the afternoon for a coffee.

“Omg, thats Jin. Hey… “


The Day couldn`t get any better, but Jimin could not know yet how worse the week would end….


HOW TO DRAW LOVE AU ( 2/? )

Jimin follows a well known artist on Facebook; not knowing it is Jungkook; a boy he met two years ago and fell for despite being in a relationship. Jungkook suddenly disappeared on him without saying why and left Jimin with a lot of “what ifs

@golden-kookmin so here my back up to our story that we started yesterday… i hope u will like the back ups as much as the whole story. its just a start. so i need to get used to write this… and forgive me when i make some mistakes in writing. 

Tips on Writing Characters Without Faces

so yeah, we all know that facial expressions can tell us a lot about how a character is feeling, but what if that isn’t an option? how can you make someone emote if they don’t really have standard facial features? the answer; body language.

let’s consider how emotions are conveyed on a stage production vs movie with Sweeney Todd. First, the stage play:

Note how Todd’s entire upper body goes into his gestures, how he’s single-mindedly focused on his dreams and ideals; how his hands GRAB for each imaginary ‘man’ with these sharp, aggressive, destructive movements and how that contrasts with Mrs. Lovett’s body language; how her hands linger in the air and gravitate towards Todd even after he’s pulled away, and the slow turn she gives him. It does an excellent, though exaggerated, way of conveying their relationship (her focus is on him and making him happy, his focus is entirely on revenge)

Contrast this to the movie:

Originally posted by curiousitykilledthekat

Same lines in the song, much more subtle. Lovett’s eyes still track towards Todds, which reminds us she’s still more focused on the outside, but all of the emotion is in their faces. Were this not a close-up shot in a movie it’d be very, very hard to read their expressions.

While I do recommend you watch a few stage plays (in person near the back row if you can) to actually study body language for yourself or try out charades with your face covered with friends/watch how cosplayers or mascots emote, here’s a few shorthands to get you started (US-centric so expressions may vary on your region):

Head:

  • perfectly still - fear, intense attention, feeling under scrutiny
  • tilted up - recollection, intimidation (looking down nose at threat, aiming to appear taller)
  • tilted down - intense thought, shame (avoiding eye contact), depression/sad feelings
  • turned away - not giving person full attention, avoiding subject/conflict without being combative
  • cocker-spaniel (sideways) tilt - confusion, curiosity, amusement

Hands

  • at the forehead - fatigue (wiping away sweat), illness (checking self for fever, feeling a headache), realization/memory (a ‘well duh’ tap)
  • at the eyes - fatigue or headache (shielding eyes from light), distress (blocking out a painful view, concealing tears)
  • at the nose - disgust (a pinch at the nostrils,) irritation (rubbing at sore spot on nose from glasses wear)
  • at the mouth - nausea, surprise, repressing an emotion/stopping self from saying something
  • at the chin - contemplation, tiredness (face resting in hand)
  • rubbing back of neck - a need to relax tension, embarrassment, slight unease/desire to distract self
  • at the chest - surprise, self-protection (reaction to a wounding statement, sometimes used sarcastically), strong emotions (clutching at heart, could be good-strong or bad-strong), need for security (touching necklace/adjusting clothing to conceal more)
  • at the stomach - pain (clutching, pressing), satisfaction after a meal, protectiveness towards fetus when applicable
  • at the hip(s) - confidence, intimidation, nervousness (if grabbing for weapon)
  • at groin - concealment/unease (usually male-coded as protection of genitals), politeness (hands folded in lap)
  • on thighs - exhaustion (bent over, hands on legs supporting tired upper body)
  • formed into fists - holding back an intense emotion, preparing to fight
  • toying with something - restlessness (bored, nervous energy, craving something they can’t touch) or deliberate disrespect of property (playing with personal objects someone holds dear as an intimidation tactic)

Arms

  • at sides, relaxed - default posture
  • at sides, tense - unease, restraint (soldier at attention, person holding still to avoid being attacked), fear
  • crossed at chest - disapproval, displaying authority, unease (hugging oneself)
  • crossed at stomach - pain, intense laughter (caused by sore stomach muscles from laughing)
  • up, fingers laced behind head - confidence, relaxation
  • one arm on back of furniture - confidence, invitation for someone join them
  • general rule - the further arms are away from body, the more confident/dominant a person means to appear; exposed torso indicates that they don’t see anyone around as a threat to them

Legs

  • square with shoulders - professional, restraint, protective stance
  • wide stance, one foot a little back but planted - defensive stance, expecting to receive blows (knees may be unlocked - seen in swordplay and fencing)
  • weight on one leg - relaxed, tired, may also be leaning on something or pair with one ankle tucked behind the other
  • uneven stance - could indicate old injury
  • foot tapping/bouncing - boredom, nervous energy

Whole Body:

  • stiff and still - fear, unease, standing to attention
  • limp or pliant - relaxed, tired, pleased
  • shoulders back/head up - alert, focused, aggressive
  • shoulders forward, hunched - tired, ashamed
  • leaning towards person - interest, intimidation (looming over them), aggression (usually paired with tense arms or hands in fists,)
  • leaning away from person - relaxation, confidence, disgust (recoiling)
  • smooth/fluid movements - joy, confidence, experience
  • stiff motions - fear (reactive, fight or flight), pain (reluctance to move), anger (either fighting to keep control of emotions or lashing out), cold (conservation of heat by keeping limbs near body)
  • cracking joints/stretching - preparing for a fight, often reading as confidence in abilities
  • general rule - close contact/proximity can read as intimidation (paired with tense body - an invasion of personal space) or affection (paired with relaxaed body language, gentle movement) or passion/attraction while distance can read unease/distaste/fear/dislike.

with those in mind, let’s read this scene from Red vs Blue (a personal fav of mine for body language) featuring agent texas from season 8.

Originally posted by cryingmanlytears

So first of all, very relaxed upper body; limp arms held away from the body, which slowly come back to rest on her hips as she looks at what she’s done. Watch how her lean shifts at the end as her center of gravity shifts, and how she has to move her right leg to restabilize herself when she’s finished pushing it. This reads, in order from the start of the loop; detachment (the least amount of her body is involved in the action as possible), relaxation (smooth movements, the deliberation of those little steps backwards) and confidence (hands on hips.) We can tell a ton about this character just in this gif alone, based on her body language.

in summary! this list isn’t exhaustive, but hopefully it gives you some ideas for ways of making characters emote in fics when you can’t see their faces.

procraesthetics  asked:

I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?

Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–

And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.

She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.

Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake up it’ll be a new day.”

“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”

“So let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”

“You promise?”

“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.

Dudley had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle police station to identify the bodies.

The cupboard under the stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded messages through the wall their rooms shared.

In the backyard, beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.

When the boys turned ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased the Snitch at his back.

Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.

Lily did not believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for more.

Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, and they waved back every time.

“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”

“And my dad?”

“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”

“I didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”

Dudley brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill Manufacturing Inc.

They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.

There were boxes and cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”

“Work is hard work,” said James.

“At least mum gets to curse things.”

“But my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he liked knowing things, too.”

When the boys asked about the scar on Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”

“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.

“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.

“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.

“I’m trying,” said James.

“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.

“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.

“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.

“He was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,” said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you, Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”

“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.

“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.

“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.

“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.

“We were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house. He. Well. I.”

“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead. “You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar absently.

Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister, the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and buried James’s brother.

Sirius had been burned off the Black family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath, shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch and stayed for a month.

It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

“He’s a Muggle.”

“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”

She had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.

The windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird wishes to make on them.

Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son– she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just words.

Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily got everything. And now Lily had her son.

Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!

“You left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.

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agentsokka  asked:

Not sure if you've made posts about it before (sorry if you have!), but could you elaborate more on the alphas not 'getting' each others' main flaws? I'm really curious since I haven't heard their relationships described like that before.

Sure, let me try to articulate what I mean here. 

Basically, the alphas as a group all love each other SO MUCH, which is awesome, they’re this closeknit squad and they’re all so important to each other and their relationships all make me feel enormous sprawling feelings, but the sheer AMOUNT they all love each other sort of blinds them to some of their own needs. They all want to think the very best of each other, and the occasional thoughts they have about each other that aren’t like 100% positive get immediately suppressed and marinated in guilt juice and they try not to acknowledge it and go back to focusing on the good instead. 

So they’re all kind of bottling things up about each other, right? But it doesn’t come from any malicious place, it comes from a place of wanting to be the best they can be because they care about everyone else’s opinion so much but also knowing they aren’t always their best selves – and knowing their friends aren’t always their best selves – but if THEY know their friends sometimes are shitty, that means everyone else might know that THEY are sometimes shitty, too. 

They’re all trying so hard to downplay the bad and upjump the good, which is MUCH MUCH easier to do with online relationships. 

You throw them into physical proximity and suddenly those annoyances you all tried so hard to pretend didn’t bug you that bad and never talked about because talking about unpleasant things is, well, unpleasant, start to boil over. Put that on top of the stressful circumstances that led to several relationships starting the session OFF more strained than usual, and wow. They had no fucking chance. 

I love the alphas so much – they got shit on by a lot of the fandom because their plotline was so internal and cerebral, but that is the kind of shit I LOVE. The betas were all friends, but they never felt like ONE GROUP to me. The full four way group dynamic never crystallized. We always found them interacting one on one and rarely ABOUT one another, because the betas’ conflicts were more or less external. The betas’ story up to Collide was them vs the environment, the game, doc scratch, sburb, the horrorterrors. The alphas’ story is so much about THEM. Their relationships. Them as a group. Their interpersonal issues and foibles and there’s this element of nitty gritty real HUMAN-ness to their struggles that isn’t super present with most of the betas who feel like more fantastical figures that struggle against equally fantastical antagonists. (The betas KIND OF segue into something like this post-Collide, but it’s not expounded upon as much, they’re split into different groups, and also a lot of it got retconned - Jade and John had some interesting moments on the boat but that stuff was probably the biggest victim of the retcon.)

OKAY. 

Here’s an example of what I mean to wrap it up: 

Jane and Roxy are best friends, they love each other deeply, you can tell from their every interaction that they care tremendously about each other’s opinion of them, but. Roxy has a drinking problem. This (I think) clearly makes Jane uncomfortable sometimes, but Jane suppresses it and pushes it down because she wants to think the best of Roxy, she minimizes the issue. No one ever confronts Roxy about this very serious problem she has in any real or effective way (not just Jane, NO ONE does this) because they all want to think the best of her and oh… haha….. it’s just a little foible… just  a quirk…. it’s cool…. not a big deal …. I’m sure roxy has her life under control no big deal!!

Basically EVERY alpha relationship has something like this going on. Everyone downplays how much the AR bugs them because hey I’m sure Dirk has things under control he probably does this on purpose god Dirk you’re so silly jeez Dirk we’d really like to talk to you instead of your fucking hell robot sometimes but oh well I’m sure Dirk knows what he’s doing ho hum let’s all downplay how much this actually bothers us because we want to think the best of Dirk and can’t imagine him ever creating a situation he genuinely cannot deal with or control because well gosh he’s just so capable!

Everyone downplays how selfish Jake can be because oh well Jake is just silly he’s so nice he doesn’t MEAN to be this way I mean it’s JAKE how could Jake English ever do something as vaguely malicious as take advantage of how he KNOWS Jane never really says what she’s thinking if that thing is hard to say and use that to his advantage to give him a perfectly reasonable out on having to tell her he isn’t interested in a romantic relationship with her and then, KNOWING she actually did have a huge crush on him, constantly inundate her with his issues with his boyfriend for months thereafter. Surely Jake could never be that manipulative he’s so nice!! (NOTE: I love Jake English, specifically BECAUSE of things like this, I honestly would not like him if he were actually the way fanon paints him all the time, some weak cinnamon roll that can do no wrong.) 

etc etc etc

This is why I love the alphas! They are a group of fucked up teenagers who are all struggling so fucking bad but all need their friends to believe everything is ok, and who need to believe their friends are ok, who want so bad for each other to be happy that they sabotage themselves both individually and as a group in misguided attempts to pretend at and manufacture that happiness without actually doing the hard work of fixing the underlying issues preventing them from TRULY achieving it. 

(The one issue, as with most things in Homestuck that I have issues with, is that we are not shown the resolution to these arcs and struggles in canon, boooooooooooooooooooooo)

What Each Sign Reminds Me Of

ARIES: bloody knuckles, smiles that melt your heart, laughing until your stomach hurts, forearm tattoos, driving fast, guilty pleasures

TAURUS: natural beauty, happy tears, the warmth of a hug, clean laundry, going to the store at 1 am and buying junk food 

GEMINI: summer afternoons, long drives with all of the windows down, the 1975, the sun, Troye Sivan

CANCER: New York City, the faint buzz of a neon sign, writing until 3 am, unsweetened green tea, the stars, black lights

LEO: hands covered in paint, giggles, hugs from behind, blowing bubbles, fresh cut grass, soft blankets

VIRGO: antique shops, chai tea, vanilla candles, sketch books, sweaters, art museums

LIBRA: fairy lights, gold jewelry, dream catchers, sage incense, Lana del Rey, ukulele music, being gay as fuck

SCORPIO: black and white photos, space, making out, the smell of fresh coffee, Joji Miller, menthol cigarettes

SAGITTARIUS: Emily Dickinson, the view out of the window of a plane, the moon, sneaking out, lilacs, piano

CAPRICORN: unconditional love, late nights, lingerie, soft hair, Hozier, the smell of a bookstore

AQUARIUS: the sky, waves on the shore, sweet peaches, long phone calls, polaroids 

PISCES: quiet acoustic guitar, rain, watching movies in the dark, cedar, the library

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fetus luke studying. your grades have been blessed

6 HABITS FOR MAXIMUM PRODUCTIVITY

These are the 6 habits that I try to practice in order to be my most productive self.

✔️1. Healthy Habit Tracker

The best way to be healthy, both mentally and physically, is to track your habits. This will help you to monitor when you complete the daily tasks you have set out to do. For example how much water you have drunk, if you got enough sleep and whether you have done exercise. This can also be extended to things like reading or doing certain daily school tasks which are pretty routine.

✔️2. Write It ALL Down

It helps to have everything written down that you need to do, and how much you need to get done in a day. Being able to see all of your to-do’s in one place each day will help you keep tabs on what you still have to do and the time frame in which you should be doing it.

✔️3. Plan Ahead

Make sure you aren’t leaving things for the last minute. In my opinion, if you want to be the most efficient version of yourself, you need to plan in advance. Set aside time each day to plan the next few days or week ahead. Try as much as you can to diarise certain tasks and then plan how you are going to stick to them. By having deadlines you will motivate yourself to stick to them, and can get so much more done in a day than if you play it by ear. Trust me. [tip: reward yourself for particularly difficult tasks — like getting some new washi tapes]

✔️4. Keep Your Journal on You

Always remember to keep your journal in the same place. I always leave mine on my desk next to my bag, so if I’m in a hurry I can never forget it. This may sound silly but making a habit of always having your journal on you is important as you never know when you will need to add something to your list, or to reference your journal. theres no point having an organised planner but you never have it on you to reference, which means you may forget half of whats in it.

✔️5. One Hour of Admin

No one likes to do admin. But its a necessity and putting it off will only make it worse. Set aside one hour of your day, without any distractions, to get all your admin done. Be it making calls and getting small things at home sorted that have been nagging you, or filing notes, and even getting things in your room in order. This would be the time to get your life in order, without doing anything that really ticks off big items.


✔️6. Treat Yo Self.

Im a solid believer in treating yourself. Long afternoon naps and strong cups of coffee, my two favourites. While treating yourself may not increase your productivity directly, and if taken too far could counter it, but by taking some tim to look after yourself you will feel less stressed and will be able to function at a higher level. I know that when I get too stressed I become forgetful and worry more about not getting things done than actually spending time on getting those things done, which is just plain counterproductive. So I invest a couple minutes a day to treat myself. It can even be a nice facial and doing my eyebrows, to having coffee with a friend at my favourite cafe. By looking after your own mental health you will be doing so much more for yourself than just having a few minutes a day of treating yourself, you will foster a healthier and happier mindset that can help you excel.

Dating Harry Potter Would Include...

Requests are open! 

Prompt: @turtles-unicorns7464 Hello can you do a dating Harry Potter would include? Thank you!

Warnings: none

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

  • Harry would be so unsure of himself around you. HIs usual confidence would completely disappear and it would be replaced with awkwardness and stuttering.
  • Ron would hype him up before he asked you out
  • Harry would consult Hermione before he did anything that had to do with you.
  • “I think your the chosen one for me” (He earned a smack in the arm for that)
  • 90% of your relationship is Harry doing stupid stuff and you smiling and rolling your eyes
  • He would always come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist
  • “Pinky promise”
  • Passionate kisses after a win
  • He would be constantly wowed by your appearance and personality
  • He is actually the biggest flirt in the world
  • Even when your trying to do homework Harry will try to kiss you
  • Holding hands any time you’re together
  • eyes though
  • “We’re going to be fine. I promise”
  • Long and lazy afternoons together
  • Sitting in Three Broomsticks sipping butterbeer and just talking
  • Being his rock
  • Sometimes you just need to be there for him because being the protector of the entire wizarding world can be too much 
  • The admiring smile™
  • Terrible dancing in the common room late at night 
  • Ron still wonders how you two ended up together
  • “I’m the Chosen One, remember?”
  • Dragging you through the empty halls at the crack of dawn so you can watch the sunrise on the roof
  • Becoming really close with Hermione
  • Going to all his Quidditch matches and getting really into the game
  • Wearing his sweater from Mrs. Weasley, so much so that she makes you one too
  • “What are you so worried about?!”                                                             “You have the tendency to almost get killed. A lot.”
  • Like father like son
  • “They would’ve loved you, (Y/N)”
Yuuri is never good with words.

I love you, he thinks when he sees the black and silver blur on the crappy 2003 R&M television screen. Takeshi, who was a few feet away, sees his awed expression. Being the little shit he used to be, Takeshi deliberately steps in front of Yuuri’s view.

With surprising force, Yuuri shoves him out of the way.


I love you, he thinks when his knees scrape the ice, his palms kiss the shards of cold flying throughout reality. He cries, hisses, until he grits his teeth and stands up only to fall all over again.


I love you, he thinks when he sees Viktor Nikiforov with the sun on his chest, the stars forming constellations and into the ribbon that rested around his neck. He was beautiful, blinding, Yuuri was burning.


I love you, he thinks when he walks away.


I love you, he thinks as he skates. His blades hiss and scrape, but the only sound Yuuri could hear was the sound of Stammi Vicino playing throughout the rink. Yuuko, her children, and unfortunately, six different cameras watch.


I love you, he thinks as he stares at his bedroom wall. Usually at a poster, but it wasn’t needed, because Viktor Nikiforov was in the next room. And not even a few hours ago, Viktor Nikiforov had appeared in their family onsen, naked and shining and Yuuri was burning.


I love you, he thinks when Viktor stands next to him on the podium, arm around him, his touch sending bouts of comfort as the seconds pass by. Yurio was gone, Viktor chose him. Viktor would stay with him. He had won.


I love you, he thinks when Viktor massages his feet, tending the bruises until they no longer sing in pain. Yuuri would never have guessed that Viktor Nikiforov would be helping him up, tending his feet, carrying him into the onsen even when Yuuri had screeched that he could walk perfectly fine.


 I love you, he thinks before his back hits the ice, but Viktor has his head cradled in his hand. Soft, protective, fiery, the remnants of Viktor’s lipgloss is on Yuuri’s lips. He is burning.


I love you, he thinks when Viktor hops onto his plane, back to Hasetsu to see if his beloved dog will ever see the light of day again. Yuuri remembers the fragile shards of his broken heart, shattered by life, and he knows that Viktor didn’t have that much to lose. 

Yuuri made sure that he didn’t.


I love you, he thinks as he buries his face into Viktor’s shoulder, the arms around him far too longing to be anything but platonic. I love you, he thinks, but he says please be my coach until I retire! instead. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

I hope you’ll never retire.

That was enough too.


I love you, he thinks as he holds Viktor’s hand through out Barcelona. I love you, he thinks as Viktor laughs and smiles and it does things to Yuuri. I love you, he thinks as he slides the ring onto Viktor’s finger.


I love you, he thinks.

Thank you for everything, up to now, he says, the idiot that he is.

I love you, he thinks.

After the final, let’s end this, he says instead.

I love you, he thinks.

He doesn’t say anything, but he does do a Quad Flip.

I love you, he thinks.

Stay close to me, he says, and Viktor does.



“I love you.”

Yuuri nearly falls off the bed, dropping his phone as it lands against their apartment floor with a thunk. Viktor just smiles, eyes fond and longing and doting, the afternoon light gleaming against their curtains and tracing his bare torso with fairy dust. Yuuri was burning.

“W-What?” Yuuri sputters out an attempt to cool down the fluttering of his traitorous heart. Viktor just chuckles, resting his chin on his arm as he lies stomach down on their bed, buried under the covers.

“I love you.” Viktor says, as if he wasn’t shaking down every wall Yuuri has built in his lifetime. “I was… I was a little doubtful, at first, and nervous. Since… you’re not really that vocal.”

I love you. I love you. I love you.

“But… I realized that you’ve told me. Many times, already, just… not through words. And…” Viktor just smiles, eyes happy. Happy. “I-”

“I love you too.”

Tried out a new rock painting technique! I’m really happy with it, as it somehow feels like the rock was painted with clusters of stars.

This little WIP is part of a series of nature scenes I’m making of RWBY characters to help myself improve as an artist. Each nature scene will be based off the character’s theme and complementary color palette, and of course, feature that character as well! This one is for Yang Xiao Long, who alludes to Goldilocks. And as Goldilocks and the Three Bears is an English fairy tale, the scene here is inspired by those beautiful summer afternoons in the British woodlands.

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post reveal cafe date!

@yinwa actually suggested this ages ago, but i never got around to doing it. BUT LOOK MOM I DID IT

Imagine going to bed at night and falling asleep. Imagine waking up and after shaking sleep off feeling awake. Imagine getting dressed and going out and not feeling exhausted the whole time. Imagine not needing a long nap in the afternoon. Imagine not being so exhausted all the damn time. Imagine sleep coming at the right time and being restorative. Imagine

I Think I’m Yours

Request: “Eye colour Soulmate AU (where people are born with heterochromatic eyes, and they only revert to their genetically inherited colour when they interact with their soulmate.)”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1028

Warnings: None

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon


Newt sifted through his writing, letting out a long, tired sigh as he looked for a certain paragraph that he had forgotten to edit. His eyes, one blue and one green, flitted across the pages lazily, only half-heartedly putting effort into the search.  

“Newt!” A voice called. “Order for Newt!”

He jumped to his feet, running a hand over his face in an attempt to push away the creeping tiredness. Editing his manuscript was such a monotonous job that even now, in the early hours of the afternoon, he longed for his bed. He came before the little lady who held out the paper bag containing his lunch and a cup of coffee. She looked up to him, doing a double take as she spotted his eyes. Then she cast a sorry gaze upon him, a sad smile tugging at her lips. Newt took the meal, ashamedly hanging his head lower as he walked back to his table. Not many people noticed, but once up close many could tell the slight significance in the hue of his eyes.

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