look what i found in my college

I’m not a saint.

So there are some negative vibes on Petblr, y’all.  I wanted to share a story, and encourage everyone else to share too.  This is the story of how I got to where I am now.

Who here considers themselves to be good fish keepers?  I’ve seen you out there, there are a lot of you!  Cool.  Out of you, who had a bowl or tank that was far less than what your pet deserved?  Not all of you, because many of you did the research first, but likely a few of you.  How, when, and why did you change?  I’m hashtagging this as #fish timeline and #pet timeline because I want to see stories of others who have developed and changed.

No graphic or sick fish images ahead, just pictures of betta in inadequate habitats.

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College au sentence starters

“I found your jeans in my dorm again?”

“I think this is it,my cause of death is going to be finals…”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Listen,I just got back from my four months of finding myself and have no idea what’s going on.”

“I could just take a year off… And then another and another…”

“Do you have change for the vending machine?”

“Jokes on you,I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Who even makes flash cards? What do they even do?”

“Hahaha,looks like I’m not eating tonight… Just spent what little money I had on notebooks.”

“Dude,it’s a frat party. Who doesn’t go to frat parties?”

“People who need to study tend not to party.”

“I found a kid sleeping under a table in the library.”

“Guess who fell asleep on the kitchen counter again.”

“So…you’re my room mate?”

“It looks like you packed your whole house…”

“I bet your parents go through some really intense empty nest syndrome,huh?”

“Dude,I don’t even know what I’m studying for anymore.”

“Who fucking moved my textbooks!”

“I saw someone watching hardcore porn during psychology today…”

“Listen,I wasn’t even awake in class,I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“One more year and I’m done.”

“When you said you had notes I thought you meant what was taught today…. Not a very descriptive critic of the professor’s eyebrows.”

All Pokémon in our Biomes Posts

When I was a kid, I loved pretending my friends and I were Pokémon trainers. We would battle each other, catch wild Pokémon, we would even bring our injured Pokémon back to the Pokémon center (the swingset). One thing that always intrigued me, was where you could find different species of Pokémon. My friends and I always knew that to find ground Pokémon, you would look by the sandbox, and to find grass Pokémon you’d go into the bush. 

Over time, my love for Pokémon or the outdoors hasn’t changed. Now, I’m in college, studying environmental technology and biology, and of course, still playing Pokémon. 

Because my knowledge of biology and ecology has bloomed, I have recently decided to write some posts hypothesizing where different species of Pokémon could be found in our world if they were actually real.

I choose a specific biome, which is a type of environment that shares similar characteristics across the world (deserts, tropical rainforests, etc) then try to estimate what Pokémon could potentially be found in that biome.

I only choose a few Pokémon for each post, but I always try my best to explain my theories as to why that Pokémon would be found in that specific biome. I use the Pokémon’s morphology, abilities, typing, biology, Pokédex entries, and what the Pokémon is designed after from the real world to support my theories.

Below you can find links to all of the Pokémon in our Biomes posts I have written so far:

Of course, these are only the ones I have written so far. There are dozens of biomes, and hundreds of Pokémon species. I will not cover all of the species, but there will be more posts to come as I am constantly writing and thinking of new ideas.

I hope these posts entertain you as Pokémon has always entertained me. Obviously any comments, recommendations, opinions and suggestions are always encouraged, but please remember to credit these posts if you reuse them.

Enjoy!

-mewistheancestor

Is That My Shirt? (E.D) Part 1

Summary: You’re the twins assistant, and while they were in Jersey visiting their family and friends, you were back in LA handling all the business stuff. What you didn’t know was they were coming home earlier than planned, so maybe dancing around half naked in their apartment wasn’t such a great idea. Or was it?

Word Count: 1,571

Warnings: None.

A/N: This was all @ddolanss idea, I’m just writing it lol. Hopefully I did it justice! Lemme know what you guys think! <3 

There will be a part 2 to this ;) …

* * The twins are 19 in this. * * 


Reader’s POV

I was just a normal girl attending college here in LA at UCLA. Struggling to balance keeping up with my classes, and a shitty full time job as a waitress. It was stressful, but I needed to pay for tuition somehow. I was on Facetime with my parents one day, and they ended up telling me about this pretty cool job that they’ve heard about through one of their friends. Turns out their friend was a cousin of some guy who happens to be a security guard for some twins called The Dolan Twins, and apparently they were pretty big YouTubers. My parents told me their manager was looking for a personal assistant for them, and I guess my parents friend must’ve put in a few good words, because next thing I knew I was contacted by the boys manager. 

Now here I am! 

A year later, and I was finishing up my last year in college. I was no longer a waitress. Instead I was a personal assistant to two of the coolest dudes ever! Not to mention the hottest guys I’ve ever met! Ethan and Grayson Dolan, also known as The Dolan Twins. I remember when I first met them, I had a hard time believing they were only 19. They looked like they were around my age, either 23 or somewhere in their early 20s. They were the hottest and fittest 19 year olds I’ve ever met. Especially Ethan. But I knew that I needed to keep things professional, so I immediately pushed all the dirty, kinky thoughts right out of my head.

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In case you’re wondering why I haven’t told you

It’s because of the look you gave me when you asked what the new soap I’d bought was and I hesitated before replying, “It’s called Gender Bender.” You then passive-aggressively bought me 24 new bars of soap in an assorted package, which I am not yet halfway through.

It’s because of the joke you made about “pretending to be a tranny to get a discount” in the car on the way to get haircuts one Saturday morning.

It’s because of the way I watched your face when I was talking to you in the bathroom this morning when you noticed I, your female child with short hair and a flat chest, was wearing a shirt that said, “#1 Dad” on it as a joke. I saw the look in your eyes like a warning.

It’s because of the way you asked my older sister if I was interested in that boy I brought over to play video games instead of going to prom. “He’s kind of weird,” you told her, “but I just want her to like a boy.” And when my sister, who knows, asked, “What if she doesn’t?” you replied, “I’m her mother, I’m allowed to have a preference, that’s all.”

It’s because of one of the many times I was visiting my dad in New Hampshire when he said, “Oh, when we were together, your mother hated gay people. And your grandmother can’t stand them, either.”

It’s because of the way you opened my sister’s mail and saw that she had registered herself as a democrat. A few weeks later, we were out to dinner with one of your friends, and you said, “And I’ve told Jaimie, if she’s going to register as a democrat, not to say anything. Her sister I’m not sure about, but I have confidence that Jaimie should at least wisen up before long.” And I kept quiet because you told me not to say anything.

It’s because of the day we went school shopping in the summer before ninth grade, and when I asked if I could look to buy boy’s jeans, you said, “Like it or not, you’re a woman, and you have a woman’s curves.” I still wanted boy’s jeans, but I told you I’d changed my mind. I still want boy’s jeans, but you think I changed my mind.

It’s because of the way you scrunched your nose when I told you my character in the school musical had been changed from “Kate,” who had one line, to “Ike,” who appeared in several scenes. Instead of congratulating me, you asked why they made me play a boy every year.

It’s because of the nightmares I used to have wherein my aunt, who figured it out on her own, outed me to you, and I got so scared of your response that I woke up with dust clogging my throat.

It’s because of the time my sister looked at our cat and said, “Sometimes I don’t really think of Oscar as a boy cat, he’s kinda in-between sometimes.” And you said, “Well, he is a boy cat.” And you used that tone. I have grown up with the presence of that tone settled in my gut like a rock.

It’s because of the way I sat in my room having a panic attack, huddled in front of my blasting fan because it was too hot and I couldn’t breathe, the first time I tried on my binder (the binder that I bought secretly with my own money three years ago and you still don’t know I have.) If anyone finds out, I thought, what will happen to me?

It’s because of the way I told you I wanted to try living with Dad for awhile and you broke down, wouldn’t talk to me about it, wouldn’t acknowledge that it was happening until it had, and even though I was happier there, even though I had told my dad and his girlfriend within a month of living with them, even though I was more involved with theater and didn’t hate the thought of going to school every morning because I liked this one, even though I had friends that I loved more than anyone I knew back here, in this godforsaken farm town in rural New York, you still made me feel guilty enough about leaving you that I came back anyway.

It’s because of the way that I’m out at school, that I don’t care if anyone there knows that I’m not a girl or a boy, or that I like both girls and boys, and there I’m loud, and there I’m happy, but as soon as I get home I’m quiet as a mouse because I don’t want you to talk to me because you might say something careless, and think nothing of it, but your throwaway comment, to me, is a dagger in my lungs.

It’s because of the look you gave me when I was thirteen and I told you I wanted to be a prince for Halloween.

It’s because of the way you once prefaced your indignation at something sexist with, “I’m NOT a feminist, but…”

It’s because of the way my heart spiked with panic when we were reviewing my college applications together and I realized I’d marked gender as “prefer not to respond” and quickly scrolled past it.

It’s because of what I imagine you would say if you found out that I have signed up to live in gender-neutral housing for my freshman year on campus, and that I will not let any of my roommates believe I am a girl.

And if you’re wondering why I haven’t let you read anything I’ve written, it’s because my writing is deeply personal to me, and I don’t want you to know any of my secrets. I don’t want you to know what I think about the world because I know you would disagree and tell me so. I don’t want you to know what I think love should be because you would only be cynical and try to tell me about the real world. I don’t want you to read about my queer heroes because these characters and their stories are important to me, and I feel like if I let you touch them, it would ruin them for me.

It’s because I remember all of these things every time I get close to you.

It’s because I break my own heart thinking about how much I want to love you, but can’t.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t told you I’m queer, and why I never will, it’s because I don’t trust you. And when I start my own life, and I live on my own, I will not care who knows, and I will not care if you find out, because once I am out, I will be far away, and I won’t have to see that look on your face ever again.

I Hate You {Part Three}

Originally posted by thiamraeken

Theo x Reader

Part One   Part Two


Avoiding Theo was impossible, despite your best efforts he seemed to be everywhere, either that or you noticed him more because you were avoiding him. It was early in the morning when you found yourself waiting in a stupidly long line for coffee with Theo in front of you.

He’d noticed you and stiffened, refusing to turn and look at you or even acknowledge you until he went to order his drink, he gave the barista a sleepy smile and she comped his drink which caused him to turn and look at you in utter confusion.

“Here you go.” She hummed her huge smile falling from her face when he thanked her and grabbed the paper cup, smudging her number from it as he sipped, slowly shuffling in the direction of class.

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Gold Digger?

Summary: Tony is in love. The team is weary. You are… a gold digger?

Warnings: Angst, and Fluff

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

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Tony Stark was head over heels in love. He was so beyond in love with you, in his eyes you were perfect. You were the first woman that Tony saw after Pepper walked out on him. At first, the team was happy for Tony, you seemed to accept the fact that he was Iron Man and at times he would have to leave you for the job. But, within a matter of days, Tony came into the common room announcing to the rest of the team that he was in love with you and that he has already asked for you to move to the tower. The team was too dumbfounded to respond, and the next day they saw Tony carrying your stuff to his room. That’s when the team started to feel weary of you. Natasha was the first to voice her concerns, you seemed too perfect to her, and after running a thorough background check on you, she told the team that you were nothing more than a gold digger.

Captain was shocked at this conclusion and tried to reason with Natasha but once she laid out the proof it was convincing. You were a college dropout, who had been working at a small coffee shop on the outskirts of town getting harassed by loan collectors. You only had about a thousand dollars in your bank account before Tony and you had gotten together. After you moved in, your bank statement and living style completely changed. There was a steady income of 1000 dollars coming into your account every week, and the loans had been paid off as well. Though Bucky and Steve argued that you could have gotten a new job or something to explain the sudden rise of wealth, Nat pointed out that of the weeks you had been staying with them, you had only gone out for dates with Tony, or grocery shopping. On top of this, every time he would go off on missions Tony would come back with some sort of gift for you, it started off cheap and cheesy, but lately, they all noticed that Tony’s presents for you were getting more and more expensive. The avengers knew that the money he was spending on you wasn’t that much considering Tony was a multi-billionaire but it was the blind trust and love he had for you that concerned them. They never saw the two of you doing anything together, you would occasionally go on dates with him and you two shared a room. However, most of the time he was at the tower Tony was usually working in his lab, and you never came around to visit him or get him out of there.

They all tried in their own way to get Tony to realize that you weren’t in love with him, rather you were in love with the money and gifts he gave you, but nothing worked, he was too deep under your spell.

One morning Tony was preparing breakfast for himself, while the rest of the avengers were scattered throughout the kitchen. They had all just returned from a week-long mission in India shutting down a terrorist cell. “Tony,” you called out to him catching the attention of the rest of the team as well.

“Hello gorgeous,” he said, moving to place a kiss on your cheek. You hesitantly allowed him to kiss you, Tony’s love and your contradicting reaction flared the avengers hatred for you.

“Baby I saw this on the bedside, what is it?” you asked holding up an exquisite box.

“Oh, here,” he replied opening the box. Inside was a pair of bangles bejeweled with emeralds and rubies. “These bangles were last worn by the princess Mastani, they were a present from her husband Peshwa Bajirao. Their love story is one that is infamous in India, I saw them thought of you.”

Tony was expecting you to be ecstatic like you were for all the other presents he had got you. However, for the past few weeks, he noticed that you were becoming less and less excited at the presents he got you. Thinking it was because they weren’t special or expensive enough, he tried to up his game getting you presents, each one more expensive than the one before it. “Can you get them exchanged?” you asked. Disappointed as he was that you didn’t like what he got you, he just wanted you to love him back so with a sigh he chirpily responds, “Sure Pumpkin what can I get you?”

But before you could respond Natasha made a noise which was somewhere between a groan and a scream. Bruce looked like was trying hard not to turn into the Hulk, and the rest of the team looked at you with disgust. “That is enough,” she growled at you.

“Stand down Romanoff,” Tony joked, shielding you from everyone’s sight but Nat wouldn’t have any of it.

“Why are you so blind Tony? She is nothing but a gold digger, can’t you see that? She’s been using you to pay off debts, and fill her bank account! Don’t you dare argue back, I ran a background check on her, Tony. She’s a college dropout who was getting harassed by debt collectors. She only had a thousand dollars in her account and worked a small coffee shop. Then you come along, suddenly her bank account gets a thousand dollars every week, and her loans are paid off. She doesn’t work at that coffee shop anymore, frankly, she does nothing but still on her ass all day. Do you two even talk? Tony, she only comes out when you take her out on fancy dates. She can’t love you, Tony, she’s incapable of caring for you! Kick her out!” Nat screamed.

“THAT’S ENOUGH NATASHA!” Tony screamed, a staring contest ensued between Tony and her.

“You paid off my loans?” you asked quietly. Your voice was broken and for the first time since the screaming session started everyone’s eyes turned to you. You were in tears, hugging yourself to keep the shaking to a minimum.

Tony thought about lying, but once he saw your broken form sighed, shoulders slumping as he said, “Yes.”

“DAMMIT TONY!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU I DON’T NEED YOUR MONEY!!!” you screamed, frustrated turning away from him.

“I’m sorry baby I just wanted to help you out. You’re doing so well with your writing and making money from that. I wanted you to just be focused on getting better at that rather than worrying about paying off your debts,” Tony stated, moving towards you to try and calm you down.

You moved away from him, still angry, “Do you hear what your friends think of me, Tony? They think that I’m a gold digger. Tony this is why I said I didn’t want your money, this is why I refused to go out with you for months. Oh and by the way, what I want in exchange of these bangles is JUST TWO DAMN HOURS OF YOUR TIME! You buy all these expensive gifts for me, and go on for hours telling anything and everything that will listen that you love me but you don’t have time to just be with me! You’re always in that lab of yours, for weeks I just let you be there thinking you need your time, and that you would come around soon enough. But no, you stay there, coming to bed way after I’ve fallen asleep, getting up before I wake up. I LOVE YOU TONY! NOT THE PRESENTS YOU GET ME AND THE MONEY YOU COULD GIVE ME! I LOVE YOU, AND NO PRESENT, NO MATTER HOW PRICELESS WILL EVER EQUVILATE TO GETTING TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU!” You stormed away, tears flowing down your cheeks leaving a bunch of avengers heavily confused.

Realizing her mistake, Natasha speaks up, “I’m sorry Tony.”

A sarcastic laugh escaped his mouth, “I’m not the one you should say that to.”

“We were just worried that she was using you for money. You can’t blame us for thinking like that Tony, she moved in a week after you announced you were dating her,” Steve tried to reason.

“So, what you ran a background check on her? Why couldn’t you just trust my decision?” Looking around at the sorry faces of the team he sighed. “I’ve known her since I was a kid. We kinda drifted apart as I went off to college. I found her working at the coffee shop by chance. When we were teens, I had a huge crush on her but couldn’t really tell her, because she was the only true friend I had, and I didn’t want to lose that. She looked so miserable working at the shop, and when we got talking she told me that her family died leading her to drop out of college, not having anyone to help her. She wanted to be a writer, when we were kids that’s all the girl could do. She used to write constantly, so I got her introduced to a publisher who fell in love with her work. She’s been working on different projects, that’s where the 1000 dollars per week comes from. It took me months to convince her to go out with me, we’ve both been in love with the other since we were 15, and I didn’t want to lose any more time. That’s why she moved in so quickly. I should have explained all this to you guys before,” Tony explained.

The team looked around at the each other, they all felt guilty for judging you instead of finding out more information. Tony made his way to his and your room, knowing that he gave you enough time to cool down. Upon entering, he saw your curled-up figure on the bed facing away from him, his heart wrenched within its cavity to know that, although unintentionally, he hurt you. He climbed in underneath the covers and pulled you close to his chest, hiding his face on the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. “I’m sorry I yelled babe,” you quietly said as you moved to face him. Tony looked at you as if he was seeing you for the first time.

“I am so lucky to have you, you know that? I’m the one who should be sorry. I should have spent more time with you, please don’t leave me,” Tony desperately clung on to you.

“Tony Stark, I’ve put up with you since I was 5. It’s safe to assume that I will never leave you,” you laugh and pull him into a kiss.

“I love you(Y/N/N). So much. Now, how about we cook something together, and then have a horror movie marathon,” Tony exclaimed pulling you off the bed with him.

As you entered the kitchen you noticed the team huddled together. “Not coming up with a way to throw me out of the Tower I hope,” you sass. They immediately stood up straight, all with the same guilt-ridden expression about them.  

“Hey (Y/N/N), we’re really sorry. It was wrong of us to spy on you in the first place, but it was even more wrong of us to judge you based on the little information we had on you,” Steve started.

“I apologize too, (Y/N/N). I called you things and I regret it,” Natasha said not even able to look at you.

“Forgive us,” Bucky added.

“Guys, it’s okay. All you knew about me was my bank statement that seemed to drastically change as soon as I started to date your friend. You were just looking out for him. I understand, if I was in your shoes I probably would have done the same thing,” you reassured. At your statement, they all let out a breath of relief making you giggle.

“She’s great isn’t she?” Tony bragged as he wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you from the back.

“Yeah, she is. Don’t screw this up Stark,” Sam said.

“Don’t plan on it, Birdman,” Tony responded picking you up and bringing you the bedroom, earning a squeal from you. “Screw cooking together, let’s just stay in bed.” Which is what you guys ended up doing, Tony showed you how much you meant to him, in several different ways. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk for the next few days, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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7 Things that Require No Talent, But a lot of Hard Work

Lately I’ve seen a post floating around about “10 things that require zero talent”, and the list includes: being on time, work ethic, effort, body language, energy, attitude, passion, being coachable, doing extra, and being prepared.

Now, some of these are questionably controllable, like attitude or body language because those things people interpret differently. My overall opinion of this post was that it was meh, because most of these things DO NOT come naturally. Sure, they don’t require talent but being on time requires planning and being passionate about everything you do just isn’t possible. Not to mention that energy levels are sometimes out of our control - for example, in the spring I need to take allergy medications that make me EXTREMELY sleepy, but if I don’t take them I’m too sick to get out of bed! When I struggled with clinical depression, I always had low energy levels - it would be a shame to judge people by that. 

That being SAID, making the best of the energy you have is what I attempt to do, even if that means getting up and brushing my hair and taking a shower before going back to bed. So because I felt like some of these reasons were a little unfair or really underrepresented the hard work involved in achieving them, I wanted to do a list of my own.

7 Things That Require Zero Talent, BUT a lot of Hard Work and Practice

This title, to me, is more accurate about how to achieve your goals. Nothing comes easily, and implying that there are 10 things you can do to be successful that require “zero talent” is mislabeling. 

1. Being Prepared - I’m copying this one from the original list because it’s SO important, but I wouldn’t call it something that requires zero talent. Everyone has different ways of always being prepared, but I keep both a planner AND a bullet journal. It takes time and effort to do your research and to go into every meeting and every assignment prepared. BUT in the long run, reading the syllabus and the textbook before class, researching the company you’re interviewing with, will always pay off.

2. Stop Procrastinating Everything - It’s so easy to fall into a trap of saying “I’ll do this later” “I can always start tomorrow”, DON’T START TOMORROW, START NOW. If you keep putting something off, you’ll look back and say, “I wish I had started that first day all those months ago.” I do this thing I like to call “selective procrastination” - like when I avoid reading my textbook by working on a paper due in three months, or paying bills, or calling my mom. I try to procrastinate by doing something else productive when I can, but let’s be real - we all need a Netflix day sometimes and there’s nothing wrong with that.

3. Maximum productivity - Don’t do that thing where you’re half studying/half checking your phone every couple minutes. Dedicate yourself completely to studying for blocks of time, and then take breaks when you need to. If you try to multitask while studying, you’ll inevitably end up getting less done. Making one thing at a time your priority without letting yourself get distracted is the best way to make yourself more productive. 

4. Always Be the Hardest Worker in the Room - This is one that I repeat to myself always. Sometimes, I get frustrated when my friends want me to go out on a Thursday night, or go to the movies on a Monday, when I know I have to study. And then I look up from my work, I look around, and think, “Am I the hardest working person in this room yet?” Sometimes I am (sometimes I’m the only person in the room). Sometimes I need to remind myself that it’s impossible to get results, and to get a 4.0, if you don’t want to work for it. Set aside time for your friends, and set aside time to study.

5. Be Patient, Don’t Rush Results - During my freshman yeah, I barely studied, so my sophomore year was a rude awakening. I didn’t go from studying 14 hours a week to 40 hours a week right away, and I was quickly overwhelmed. I had to carve out time to study, and I had to figure out how I studied best and the most efficient study methods for me (I used a pomodoro timer for a while, and now I just instinctively try to study 20 minutes on with a short break.) Find what works for you, and don’t give up: it will be hard at first and that’s okay.

6. Don’t Just Memorize, Actually Understand - I have a really good memory, so sometimes I cheat myself and memorize concepts instead of actually understanding them deeply. Every single time I do this, it comes back around to bite me. Having a solid understanding of the concepts is important in subjects like biology, economics, and psychology, among many many others. It’s worth putting in extra time to understand concepts instead of trying to take the easy way out and memorize info that you think will be a short cut. There are no short cuts to success

7. Give Yourself a Break - If you actually hate studying, or if you’re not passionate about what you’re doing, all of this will be so much harder. Studying came so much more naturally once I found something I was interested in studying! But here’s the thing - even once I found what I wanted to study, I still got burned out and needed breaks. I needed to just lay in bed and watch Netflix sometimes, or watch food videos on my phone during my lunch breaks. You don’t have to study 24/7 to be successful, efficient studying is the key. It’s all about balance: don’t forget to make time for your friends and family and hobbies.

Wow I apologize for this very long, rambling post! These are just a few tips that have really helped me to be successful in college, and will be really helpful to look back on once I get into the stress of junior year 😅

Non Traditional School Tips:
  • 1: Keep extra headache/pain reliever in your bag. You never know when you or a friend will need it.
  • 2: Cute messenger bags are cute and all, but they will hurt your shoulder if you put too much stuff in it. Over the shoulder might be better
  • 3: If you're going to the library to study all day, you don't need to dress up. Wear your leggings and Uggs. You're there for knowledge, not comfort.
  • 4: Non name-brand stuff works just as well as name brand stuff. My Hamilton Beach coffee maker was $40 cheaper than a Kureg
  • 5: Try different things. I didn't know how much easier it was for me to use OneNote for /everything/ until I did it
  • 6: You study for you. Not tumblr. Not your friends. Not your teacher. If your way works, do it.
  • 7: Ask before the policies of going to the bathroom during an exam/lecture etc. Even though I was in college some professors found it rude to leave during a lecture and would yell at you. I even had a professor not let us leave during exams because she thought we would go look up the answers.
  • 8: Know your school resources. My school gave out free exam booklets every exam period from the Alumni Center (my alumni center also gave out free bagels every Wednesday)
  • 9: If you take a job on campus, know where that job is located, how to get to it, its hours, and what to do if you're expected to be there sooner than the building opens (don't be like me and locked out of the building your job was in because you didn't ask where else to go)
  • 10: Use your printing money! Even if it is to make a poster for your room! I had unlimited printing through work/my school department, so I used to 1) help my fellow students out if they needed it and 2) make posters for my room!

Her shoelaces were tucked into her sneakers, they weren’t tied, they weren’t knotted, they were tucked in, securely pushed inside of Betty’s white cheerleading sneakers.

Something was very wrong with Betty Cooper and Jughead had the shoelaces to prove it.

That was Betty’s thing, her one and only tell, when something was wrong she opted out of tying her shoes, choosing instead to securely tuck them inside the front, she had been doing this for as long as Jughead could remember and he had caught it when they were six years old, after a particularly brutal fight with her mother.
He could remember that day pretty vividly

Six year old Betty Cooper came flying into home room, her eyes frantic as she let out a heavy sigh before dropping into the seat beside Jughead, her long blonde pigtails touching the top of her desk. The ever observant, dark haired boy glanced down at her tiny pink sneakers, surprised to see her shoelaces tucked inside.

“Bets.. I think you tied your shoes inside out.” He said, a concerned eyebrow raised.

With red rimmed eyes the beautiful blonde princess turned to him, a sad smile on her lips

“They’re just shoelaces juggie”

That was the start and finish of the conversation, by the end of the period she was bouncing through the halls beside Archie and Jughead, only a ghost of sadness still on her eyes.
But it didn’t stop there, it stayed like that for years, Jughead knew every single time Betty was having a particularly bad day, all he had to do was look down.

So that brought him back to today, Betty was bouncing her knee under the booth at Pops, her fingers anxiously tapping on her notebook, he could tell her mind was somewhere else but it was only confirmed when he bent under the table to retrieve a stray pen.

“You okay?” He said softly, his eyes searching hers.

Betty looked up surprised
“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” She pasted on the phoniest smile Jughead had ever seen and after raising an accusing brow, Betty deflated slightly.

“I’m just having a bad day is all, a lot on my mind.” She said it quietly, always afraid to put it in the air, afraid people would hear, that they would judge her for not being happy.

“Penny for your thoughts” the aspiring author, shut his laptop and slid his fries towards her. Betty smiled weakly, declining his offer before taking a deep breath and pausing a few seconds, debating whether or not to speak.

“I’ll never be good enough will I?” She said finally, her eyes glancing out the window.

“What?” Jughead asked, his eyes widening, he had heard her loud and clear but there was no way it could be true, that she could ever think…

“I’m just no good. I’m not good enough for my parents, they have Polly and with her going off to college, it seems like I can’t do anything right, I’ll never be as good as her. And even though I’m happy Archie found Veronica, it still stings.. he looked right at me that night of the dance and told me he could never feel the same way.. he could never love me.even Kevin’s dropped me for Veronica. When is it my turn to be loved? Why can’t someone want me?” Her eyes were filled with tears when she finally glanced up, misty green meeting stormy blue.

Now was his chance, he could tell her everything he had always wanted to say. Tell her he loved her, that she was everything to him, she was more than enough. He could take her in his arms right there in that tiny booth and kiss her until every insecurity disappeared. But he didn’t, he simply dropped his sweaty palms to his knees and stuttered

“Betty.. I..”

Suddenly Betty’s phone was ringing, it was Veronica, they had a late night cheerleading practice. Betty grabbed her books and stood from the booth

“Geez, I’m so sorry for unloading all of that onto you, I’m just being dramatic.. you know me” She rolled her eyes, tear tracks still on her cheeks “I’ll see you tommorow?” She asked, standing outside the booth, just as she went to walk away Jughead grabbed her arm.

“Betty..”

She turned towards him, something different in her eyes as she looked up at him with flushed pink cheeks.

“I… you’re shoelaces are tied wrong” he finished lamely, mentally punching himself in the face.

Betty smiled sadly just like she had all those years ago, before turning away from him with a shaky voice

“They’re just shoelaces juggie.”

And then she was gone, leaving nothing but the idiotic boy behind her, kicking himself as he dropped his head to the metal booth in the center of the diner. He was gonna make this this right, he was gonna show her that she was loved more than she could even imagine.

That was his original plan as he stood outside Riverdale high two hours later, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he took in the cool night air, he felt his heart quicken when Betty walked out the front doors, Veronica’s arm slung around her. The raven haired heiress glanced in Jughead direction before whispering something in Betty’s war to make her blush as she headed the other way.

Betty smiled as she made her way towards Jughead
“Here to walk me home? Or are you just nervous because of my little breakdown in the diner earlier? I promise Juggie, I’m perfectly capable of getting home on my own.” She laughed.

Jughead gripped her hand, taking them both by surprise, spurred on by the feeling of her hand in his he felt his confidence peak slightly.

“I know you’re capable, but isn’t this what people like us, who have been through what we have.. do?” He trailed off, catching her eyes as she looked up.

“What?” Betty asked, throughly confused.

Turning his body to hers, Jughead grabbed both of her hands in his

“We’ve both been hurt by people we love, we’ve both been left standing alone and watching as they walk away. I know first hand how it feels to feel unlovable but… Betty you’re not. You could never be unlovable.” He said softly.

“What are you saying Jughead?” Betty’s eyes held hope and a lightness he hadn’t seen from her in ages along with something else

Taking her cheek in his palm, Jughead smiled shyly

“I love you Betty Cooper” he whispered, choking on her name.

He watched nervously as her expression shifted from hopeful to absolute joy.

“Jughead jones, I love you”

They both seemed to move together like a magnet, his lips drawing into hers as he drank her up like she was the last drop of water on earth, her fingers stroking his jaw as his traced her neck.

Maybe they had lost something the day the people they loved walked away, but standing in each other’s embrace on a barren sidewalk, Betty’s shoelaces tucked into her sneakers and jugheads beanie, snug on his head they couldn’t help but think, maybe love was worth the wait.

Yuri on Ice Barcelona Tour. Part 2

Hi there! I have some more photos to show you ;D!

First of all, let’s return to the Catedral. Do you remember the choir singing? At first I thought: “That’s weird, I don’t recall any choir with white coats and santa hats or deer antlers… Usually they are more elegant…” I discarded this ‘cause I thought it was an artistic license to make THE MOMENT more romantic… But you know what? These people don’t do anything without a reason! Yesterday I was strolling around looking for an Starbucks to lay my butt and work in my laptop with a coffee (and a cake) and LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

YEAH! It’s them! It turns out they’re Medicine students from my old college! It was wild luck for me to be there to find them singing. This is the GPF weekend so, Kubo-sensei and Yamamoto-sensei where just here a year ago attending the Barcelona GPF. You can see in the photo that they are not in the same place as in the anime, they are a few meters to the right of the Catedral. There is a lot of people in the plaza in front of the Catedral because there is a special Christmas Market called Fira de Santa Llúcia (in the photo I was standing with my back to the market).

See? I love how they captured the lights and respected the name of the market. It is something very traditional and it is done weeks before Christmas in every town of Catalonia. There you can buy decorations, Christmas’ trees, and the cherished Caga Tió and Caganer ( Christmas pooping log and the Pooping guy, roughly translated, we catalans love poop… don’t ask, but we find it funny :P ).

Yeah, full of Tiós, those logs with faces and hats (barretina in fact, typical catalan, the real one has the strip black and not white as in the anime, I think the thought they were wearing santa’s hats). When you are a kid one day (first days of December) the Tió appears magically at your home. You have to feed him (he will eat whatever you offer him when you are not looking) and the day before Christmas (or the actual day, it depends on the family) you and the other family kids have to sing and beat him with a stick so he poops you presents… Said out loud it sounds ridiculous, but, I SWEAR that as a kid it feels magical XD.

Yeah I love it too Yuuri! <3

And the last for this post! This street it’s called El Portal de l’Àngel, and connects the Catedral with Plaza Catalunya (the central square of Barcelona). You can see the Christmas lights are slightly different, and that’s because they try to change it every few years so it is not always the same. I actually like more the ones from last year :P.

For my wife and me, and many fans from Barcelona, it was new and nice to see our OTP walking the same streets we use to walk and enjoy the Christmas feeling as we do!

More to come in a Part 3 and maybe with some additions in the meantime! :P 

One Time..., LMM/Reader

Prompt: Lin is an upbeat theater camp counselor. You are anything but.

Words: 1,350

Author’s Note: I love anything to do with a young Lin, so this fic was basically a #dream. (One time, at theater camp…) In researching this I found out Lin and Bradley Whitford (Josh from West Wing) went to the same college. Wesleyan is breeding my favorite people, apparently. Technically not Sunday for me yet but everyone else is posting so let me jump on this train.

Warnings: Nah.

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“Y/N, look at my mask!” Ashley, an eight year old first year camper, skipped up to you to show off her sloppy painting job, beaming with pride.

“Wow! Interesting color choices!” You smiled back, which was enough praise for her to return to her seat.

“What, not a fan of Commedia dell’arte?” A fellow counselor questioned, sliding up next to you after finishing his rounds around the room. You’d never caught his name before then, but your mind labeled him Mr. Sunshine.

Simply because it seemed the Sun shined out of his ass.

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I literally have over 10 WIPs going on, but look at what I ended up writing on my morning commute earlier…

B99 + College Dorm AU: in which Jake and Charles live down the hall from Amy and Rosa.

  • Terry is their scary but nurturing floor RA (resident adviser) who regularly hosts Yogurt Nights and trips to the on-campus gym.
  • The four first met at an awkward floor meeting (feat. cringe-worthy icebreakers and Terry Trying Too Hard). They later laughed off the weirdness over dinner at the dining hall, then subsequently found out they all share an Introductory Psychology class.
  • Music (everything from T-Swift to Sondheim) is almost constantly blasting from the boys’ room, and they’ve been written up a ridiculous number of times for the noise. (About 80% of the complaints come from Amy.)
  • Jake is the Floor Prankster, most known for jumping out and surprising people coming round the corner, switching all the door name tags on April Fool’s Day, and once dragging Charles’ mattress into the floor lounge in the middle of the night. 
  • Charles hogs the communal kitchen at least four times a week, but he’s able to get away with it by making the most delicious meals for all the RAs. The only time he gets in trouble is when his dried fish dish stinks up the entire building. 
  • If Amy isn’t in class or in the library, she’s cooped up in one of the floor study lounges. Jake and Charles take turns bringing her snacks. Rosa makes sure she goes to bed at a reasonable hour. 
  • Rosa had to get written up when Terry found her axe during the quarterly room inspection. (He made sure she sent it back home, but a part of him thinks she may still have a set of throwing knives somewhere under her bed.) 
  • The four (and Terry, when he isn’t too busy with class or RA duties or working out) have brunch together at the dining hall every Saturday. 
    • Jake always manages to gross them out with the sheer amount of butter he spreads on his pancakes. 
  • The first time Amy gets sexiled is after a particularly long, terrible day, and all she wants is to bury herself in her blankets and cry. 
    • Jakes finds her standing outside her room, staring dejectedly at the scrunchie around the doorknob. He quickly puts two and two together and steers her over to his room. (It’s luckily only a few days after inspections, so it’s not as horrendously messy as it usually is.)
    • She begrudgingly accepts a bottle of blue juice and stays uncharacteristically quiet for another 10 minutes, at which point Jake hands her a controller and challenges her to a good old game of Mario Kart. She finally beams after annihilating him. (”I LET YOU WIN. I WANT A REMATCH.” “Oh, I can do this all night.” “Name of your sex tape- but you are still going to lose!”) 
    • 11 games, 2 cups of ramen, and 1 hilariously bad movie later, Amy is curled against Jake’s side and fast asleep. (The two of them don’t wake up until Charles gets back from a Boyle Reunion sometime past midnight and squeals out of joy.) 
  • Charles sobs on the day they move out, and even Jake gets a little teary eyed. They hug for a full minute despite the fact they already have plans to hang out the very next weekend.
  • They don’t find out until the very last minute, but Jake and Amy get assigned to be co-RAs in their next year. 
    • TO BE CONTINUED ????????????????? 
Missing Pages (Part 1)

Summary: You had three rules 1. Don’t fall in love with your patient 2. Don’t fall in love with your patient and 3. Do not fall in love with your patient but you weren’t very good at following rules.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Word Count: 1618

Warnings: swearing maybe?, 

A/N: so the last game of thrones episode had me shook, but let me know how y’all like this and if i should write more

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“Ever since I rejected you as a roommate, you have been following me around like a lost puppy, Richards. Now you’re flat-out asking to look at my work.” 

“[…] I thought: what a gift that we’ve found each other in this environment. Genuinely, I was looking to H E L P you.” “You are looking to sabotage and M O C K me. And you don’t even have the character to admit it.”

Bolder Part 2

A/N: So I decided to just post this anyway. I hope you guys like it. Once again if you don’t like this series you don’t have to read it .Its an entirely self-indulgent fic. I have no idea when the next part will be out. message me and send me asks.

Title: Bolder Part 2

Rating: teen

Pairings: Father!Burr x Daughter!reader, Phillip Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: neglect (maybe), self doubt

Word Count: 2402

Editors : @hercreationgalaxy  @emocomrade-jpeg

Part 1



Age 16

“Do you want to come over for dinner?” Phillip asked hesitantly. I looked at him curiously. “I mean my family can be a little crazy sometimes. We just haven’t done much outside of school together. Not to mention, my family is complaining about never meeting any of my friends.” He elaborated while looking at the ground nervously and talking with his hands.

“Anything. We haven’t done anything after school Pip.” I corrected him with a quirky smirk.

I nodded my head and finally replied that I would. I laughed as he smiled before, quite literally, skipped off to class. I shut my locker and lugged my book bag back over my shoulder. Phillip was probably my best friend. I rarely talked to people besides my teachers and professors. I also didn’t get out often because I was constantly working or going to after school clubs. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I sat in class thinking about all the work I had to do.

I quickly sent a text to Theo letting her know that I wouldn’t be at home for dinner. I knew it didn’t matter. I was normally the only one home for dinner. Mom and Dad were at work while Theo went out with friends. I liked it. That meant I could do homework and studying at the table.

I’m a sophomore and Phillips a junior  but, that didn’t stop us from meeting the first day of debate club. Things got out of hand during an altercation, he is his father’s son after all. Once I had saved his hide from the Senior that he had a disagreement with, things just clicked. He stuck to me like glue–for some reason.


I walked along side Phillip towards his house. Our hands brushed and my face went red. We didn’t talk. Phillip knew I wasn’t used to talking so he would fill it with his stories and adventures or let the comfortable silence hang between us. He lived out on a piece of farmland with fields surrounding three sides of the house.  Phillip had said it was because his dad wanted his family to have some peace and quiet away from the big city. As we stopped in front of the house everything about it seemed picture perfect. It was warm and the garden was beautiful with a multitude of colored flowers poking out of the flower beds. Everything was perfectly trimmed and stone path led up to the wrap around porch where there were wooden chairs and tables set out. It felt homely, unlike my own house. The door opened as soon as Phillip and I started up the path. A gorgeous woman stepped out with flowing brown hair. She wore a blue sun dress and was beaming at us.

“Hi darling. How was school?” She asked while walking down the step to stand in front of Phillip. He quickly leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“It was fine.” He replied sheepishly. He quickly spun around to look at me with a beaming smile. “Y/n this is my Ma, Eliza Hamilton. Ma, this is Y/N,” He said with a beaming smile. She looked over and grinned at me. I smiled back meekly not wanting to make a bad impression. I really didn’t talk a lot. Especially not to any family.

“Hi Mrs. Hamilton, it’s nice to meet you.” I said holding out my hand. She immediately grabbed it and pulled me into a hug.

“It’s nice to meet you too dear.” She said as she squeezed me. I had frozen. I  slowly brought my hand up to rest my hand on her back and collect myself. Phillip started bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pockets. Eventually Mrs. Hamilton pulled back and quirked her eyebrow. “Why don’t you go work with Phillip on homework? I will call you when it is time for dinner.”

Phillip looked grateful as he once again grabbed my hand and began dragging me up the stairs and into the house. It was just as perfect as the outside. It had pretty blue and red oriental rugs and extremely plush leather couches sat in front of a large TV in the living room. He set down his back pack and let out a breath, running his hands through his hair. He spun around on his heel to face me again.

“Sorry I know we can be a little much. I won’t lie. It will get a little worse at dinner. They will ask a lot of questions. I understand is you want to leave …” He said in monotone with a shrug of his shoulders. I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“No, are you kidding? It’s ok Phillip. I just wasn’t expecting it at first that’s all. Nobody in my family acts like that. We aren’t as close as you and your family seem to be.” I replied, trying my best to sound comforting. We sat down and relaxed into the couch as I began pulling out my workbooks.

“Yeah you have mentioned that. That’s part of the reason I was worried. When my mom hugged you, you looked ready to bolt. Is that really not normal? Do they hug Theo? Oh wait sorry. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He rambled quickly. I laughed.

“It’s fine. Nobody is really ever home. That and nobody in my family is really physically affectionate.”

“Oh, that really sucks. I can’t imagine why they ignore you. Although, you do tend to ignore people in favor of work. I guess I know where you get it from.”

“I am sorry what? I didn’t hear you,” I laughed as I felt him chuckle next to me. “Besides, I don’t think they mean to ignore me. I think they just find other things a little more important.”

“Well,” Phillip huffed next to me before just slinking back into the comfort of the couch. I looked over and cocked my head to the side to give him a questioning look. He looked at me for a minute before smile. Then he suddenly brightened up. “Can you help me with my government homework? I would ask my dad but he will start to grumble about foreign policy and federal government rights. That and sometimes I think you know more than him. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I guarantee I don’t know more than your father considering he is the treasury secretary  but I will help you. I am almost finished with my paper on the federal budget anyway.”

“There was a paper on the federal budget due!?” Phillip shrieked while jumping to his feet.

“Calm down. I was talking about a college course I am taking.” I said trying to hold back my laughter. “Did you know you sound like a girl when you scream?” I began laughing hysterically. Phillip turned red but burst out laughing

“Sorry not everyone can be as ridiculously smart as you.” He replied while sitting down after our laughing fit. “Now here is the worksheet.” Jestering at the paper on the table. “Your task is to figure out what the hell we were even talking about because I wasn’t paying attention.” I chuckled again before picking up the paper.


“Alright children, it’s time for dinner. Your father just got home Phillip,” Mrs. Hamilton came into the room practically singing. I smiled and gingerly closed my laptop. I went to grab my reference book on legislation before a hand beat me. I looked up to find a man with shoulder length hair and bags around his eyes staring at my book. I knew for a fact that it was Mr. Hamilton based on my father’s pictures.

“This is one of the best legislative reference books out there. What use would a high school student have for a book like this?” he asked looking from the book to me. Phillip quickly cut in and took the book from his father, handing it back to me.

“She actually is taking a few college political courses right now. This is Y/N,” Phillip stated. He fidgeted looking between his father and I. I stood up and put a smile on face.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Hamilton uhh, sir.” I stated while holding out my hand. He looked at me slightly confused but shook my waiting hand anyway.

“Likewise,” Mr. Hamilton said before looking over at Phillip. “Didn’t you say your friend Y/N was a sophomore? She wouldn’t be able to take college courses till next year.”

“Actually I take the courses through a different online institute. I also found out last week that the school is allowing me to skip my junior year and graduate next year as part of Phillip’s senior class.” I said. As I spoke his eyes widened and his smile grew.

“WHAT?!?” Phillip exclaimed next to me. “You didn’t tell me that. This is so exciting. You are going to be able to have classes with me and meet all my friends and graduate with me and and and …”

“Well now that you have broken my son, why don’t we go sit down for dinner?” He said. He was smiling and motioned for me to walk with him.

Once we sat down at the table all Phillip’s siblings looked at me. Mrs. Hamilton laughed as Mr. Hamilton recounted what I had told him and how Phillip had reacted to the news. The room was warmly lit with a large wooden table and plush chairs. One window faced out over their front lawn. They finished setting the table with food and it began to get passed around. I sat with Phillip in the two chairs on the right, closest to his parents.

“Children, say hello to our guest ,phillip’s friend, Y/N,” Mrs. Hamilton said. I heard a shout of several hellos from across the table and I smiled sheepishly. I wasn’t used to being seen.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” I replied. Phillip grabbed my hand and squeezed it under the table. I looked over at him and he was smiling nervously again. I gave him a squeeze back before he let go. Mr. Hamilton started talking about his day and the kids started getting in conversations of their own. I slowly took small amounts of food from each plate that was passed to me. I felt comfortable, just not comfortable enough to talk.

“Seriously Eliza, Burr is going to be the death of me. He has no regard for anyone’s opinion. He just believes everything should be done as neutrally as possible. He doesn’t even tell me why he doesn’t like my plans.” Mr. Hamilton huffed besides me. I felt Phillip tense next me while I held in my laughter, a hand quickly flew to my mouth as I suppressed myself. Mr. Hamilton turned to me and smiled. “I am afraid I haven’t caught your full name?”

“ Y/N Y/M/N Burr, sir.” I replied hesitantly. He dropped his fork on the plate in shock before quickly switching to confusion.

“I was under the impression Burr only had one daughter.”

“Not surprising, my father doesn’t talk about me often. Theo is the one he invites to his business events anyway.” I said, keeping a straight face. I am not gonna lie, that one hurt. I knew he didn’t talk to me and payed more attention to Theo but I assumed he at least included me as his child. Mr. Hamilton sat there shocked for a minute before Mrs. Hamilton intervened with raised eyebrows and quirked lips.

“So I heard you are skipping a grade. Didn’t you already skip your freshman year?” she asked.

“Yes, I have been taking quite a few college courses as well.” I said quietly. I wasn’t used to being asked questions. I gently flushed under their gazes.

“Phillip said your head of the debate club. Is there anything else you do outside of school?” She pressed. Mr. Hamilton leaned in.

“Ummmmm I uhhhh …” I stuttered with the onslaught of questions. No one was ever intrigued with me. Phillip rested his hand on my shoulder and I quickly found my voice again. “I am head of the school’s newspaper, I participate in cross country, the student ambassador program, science fair committee, and junior ROTC.” Mr. Hamilton sat there looking at me for a minute.

“Isn’t your sister a cheerleader?” He asked. I inwardly groaned but kept my neutral expression. Theo is such a likeable person, why would he not want to talk about her? I nodded my head yes and went to pick up my fork. “Then why the hell would he talk about her and not you?” Phillip and his mother began laughing. My eyes snapped up to meet his. He smiled widely with crinkles in the corners of his eyes. “You seem to be extremely focused and intelligent Y/N. I am a bit confused as to why I haven’t heard about you before.” I became confused as well. I wasn’t that impressive.

“It’s not really a big deal,” They all gave me weird and shocked looks. I quickly looked down at my plate. “I just mean, I could be doing more and doing it better too.” I glanced back up at them to find they were all sharing a look.

“I was wondering Y/N. Could you help me with an argument I am trying to make with this case I have been given? It has more to do with supreme court cases. I haven’t read to extensively on them but I guarantee you would know more about them.” Mr. Hamilton asked.

“Uhh-ummm … I could try my best, sir.” You respond quietly.


That started a slightly happier chapter of my life. I would spend half my time around the Hamilton house. Phillip would come over to my house on the nights after debate club so we could trash talk other people. When it was time for my senior year to start I felt like I had a proper family. Mr. Hamilton would talk to me and debate with me over politics. Mrs. Hamilton would suggest literature to me. Phillip’s siblings would ask for help with their homework. I stopped eating dinner alone and went to the Hamilton’s instead. They had practically insisted when they found out my family was never around.

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Important Life Update...

Hey guys, I just want start off by saying I’m so sorry I’ve been absent for the past couple months. I love you guys dearly and as Tumblr is my happy place where I can express myself and forget about all the shitty things in the world, I thought it was only fair that I share with you what’s been going on.
Since the the last couple weeks in my senior year of high school I have been getting very badly sick, from bronchitis 4 months in a row to constant, severe chest infections and pneumonia. I’m now just finished my sophomore year of college and this last semester I have been in and out of the hospital nonstop and getting worse. The most frustrating thing is all of the the doctors kept saying they could find nothing wrong with me and that it was “probably just a virus.” These past couple months when i was getting worse I was told by many doctors it was “all in my head,” simply because I was profiled as a drug and attention seeker due to my age demographic.
After weeks of painfulI and repetitive testing, I finally found out over the last couple months that I have a very rare form of cancer called, “glioblastoma grade 4.” This is apparently a fast growing cancer in the brain that had been making me become sicker and sicker as time went on. During these past couple months that I’ve been absent, it spread to my spinal cord, and finally to my lungs. As of right now, the prognosis doesn’t look that good, but I’m done putting life on hold because of cancer. I WILL graduate from college and study what I love, and I WILL continue blog and be back on Tumblr full time. I think of you guys as my family and nothing makes me happier than interacting with you guys and blogging about our favorite things ❤️❤️❤️
I’m so sorry for the long message, but I needed to share it with you all. Tumblr and you guys are my happy place where cancer doesn’t exist and I can just be myself and enjoy the things I love with you guys, for the time that I have left. I absolutely adore Marvel and Star Wars with all of my heart, and they’ve been my own saving grace through all of this. They’ve taught me that no matter how bad things get, or how weak you may feel, to never give up without a fight. As of right now, I’m not sure I’ll still be here when The Last Jedi comes out, let alone Avengers Infinity War, and It would mean the absolute world to me if you guys could signal boost this for me. To have a message from one of my heroes would indescribable. I’ve come to terms with things and I like to look at it as I AM dying, it’s just at a faster rate than most people. At the end of the day, I love you guys soooooo much and I’m not going to let this disease stop me from living the rest of my Star Wars fandom-obsessed life lol. As my hero, Carrie Fisher, once said, “Stay afraid, but do it anyway.”

After Ever After

A Robert Small X MC Daddy
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[This happens after the game with Robert’s route so: Spoiler alert!!]

After all we’ve been through, I can really see the improvements Robert has been doing. He really is slowly putting himself back together. Every now and then he’d ask me to hang out but instead of spontaneous out of this world adventure, we’ve settled down for movies, pizza (with pineapples on it of course), and lazy hang outs at home watching history channel – which Amanda luckily doesn’t really mind; in fact, I think she has gotten to like Robert just as much as I do.

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college boy shawn {blurb}

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He wasn’t like all the others. I didn’t know him very well but from what I’d seen this whole semester I could tell he didn’t party, get drunk every weekend, and hook up with every girl that would give him a chance. Although he looked like the type to partake in those activities, he wasn’t. He was taking school seriously, trying to graduate. Most days, I found him in the library. This is where I spent a majority of my days as well.

Every afternoon I would walk into the library quietly, trying not to disrupt anyone. He was always sitting at the same table with the same laptop and the same three books open. On this particular afternoon, my usual seat was taken. Not wanting to sit next to some stranger I’d never even seen before, I went over and sat next to the boy. I don’t know his name even though I see him almost every day.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. My usual seat is taken so is it okay if I sit beside you?” I asked. He looked up at me, bringing himself out of his state of concentration.

“Oh, yeah that’s fine. Let me move my stuff. My name is Shawn.” He said. He stuck out his hand for me to shake and I did, then moved his books to one side of the table, making room for me to study as well. We sat in silence for at least an hour, both engulfed in our homework that seemed to never end.

Sitting so much closer to him than before, I noticed his beautiful features. He was dorky, but definitely attractive. He had wavy dark brown hair and light skin. His eyes were a caramel color and were framed with long eyelashes that fluttered delicately. His lips were plump and, from what I could tell, he had a nice smile. When he became frustrated with his work, his brows would furrow together.

“Sorry to bother you, but I have this really important test tomorrow in chemistry so could you maybe quiz me over it?” Shawn asked.

“Sure!” I said. He handed me the sheet which he had been studying for a while. “What’s the chemical formula for acetate?”

“C2H3O2?” He said, unsure of his answer. I nodded my head and continued quizzing him. I was almost intimidated by how smart he was. He didn’t miss a question and I wondered if he actually needed to be quizzed or not. The studying turned into talking and we soon forgot we were in a library. We both laughed whenever someone glared at us for talking too loudly.

It became dark outside so I figured it was time to go back to my dorm. I stood up and said my goodbyes to Shawn.

“Wait, it’s getting pretty late. Let me walk you to your dorm. Just to be safe.” He said, his cheeks blotchy with red patches. I agreed and we walked together to my dorm, still carrying on our conversation. We were outside my dorm building after fifteen minutes of walking.

“I guess I’ll see you in the library tomorrow?” He asked.

“You know it.” I spoke. Unexpectedly, Shawn hugged me. Not a full-on embrace, but an awkward side hug. I smiled at the sweet gesture as I made my way to my room.