meaningful activities

The secret about self esteem

You don’t actually have to love yourself to be happy, healthy, and stable. Here are some beliefs that you can work towards instead

- no one deserves bad treatment, including you
- You deserve to be treated with self kindness & to meet you own physical and emotional needs
- Physical appearance isn’t the most important thing, and even if you’re unattractive you deserve to be able to live your life without shame
- that no one is expected to be perfect at everything they try, and that it’s ok to enjoy things you aren’t good at
- It’s more interesting and fun to focus your thoughts outward on the world and other people than to think about how much you like or dislike yourself
- That everyone makes mistakes and does embarrassing things, and that an embarrassing event might feel really terrible but it’s not actually a threat
- It’s not worth obsessing over whether you are a good or bad person, bc those things don’t really exist. (There are only good & bad actions; humans are way too complex & ever changing to fit into black & white labels)
- Your thoughts and emotions are as valid & real as anyone else’s

Basically, the goal with all of this is to accept that you can treat yourself with self compassion. It is going to be near impossible to be happy if you constantly tear yourself down, or if you don’t respect needs, but it’s definitely possible to be happy feeling pretty meh about it.

I recommend focusing on things you believe are true for all people, then working back to yourself (for example, that everyone deserves to be treated kindly, that physical appearance isn’t shameful, that everyone makes mistakes, etc). Make self kindness the goal. When you are being mean to yourself, remind yourself to be kinder. If you feel horrible about a mistake remember you are only human. And the rest of the time? Pour your energy into creating meaningful activities in your life. Make art, chase goals, call friends, read books, learn, create, engage. You will find the works is much bigger and brighter when you make room for something besides self criticism.

I know I already said this, but:

Now more than ever, Jewish people are a target, and solidarity is only meaningful if it means solidarity for everyone.

Now, more than ever, solidarity that includes Jewish people, is needed.

(Your anti-fascism fails if it doesn’t include Jewish people.)

anonymous asked:

hiii, do you have any advice on memorizing? Thank you so much in advance!!💖

Hi! Here are a few things you could try:

  • read and summarise - read the passage over. Highlight or underline key words and only key words! Summarise in your own words what you’ve read. Try to make it simpler and more to the point.
  • listen to audio - either place your notes into google translate or if you have a mac, select the text and click “add as spoken track to itunes”. That way you’ll get a file just talking about your notes which you can add to your phone. I did this with an essay two years ago and still remember it haha!
  • make sure your studying in an active and meaningful way - just passively studying isn’t going to put the information in your brain. You need to find ways to engage your brain. This could be using different study methods such as mind maps, study groups or flash cards!
  • handwrite your notes - by writing things out you’re giving your brain more time to process the information and therefore it is being more absorbed.
  • set up a study schedule over time rather than trying to cram - you’re better off doing an hour of study of a topic over a few days or weeks compared to trying to memorise everything in 4 hours.
  • talk about it to someone - ask a family member or friend to test your knowledge. Try to explain the concept to them without your notes. If you can manage, awesome! If not, you’ll be able to see where your knowledge gaps are.
  • use mnemonic devices - this could be making a story, an acronym, or rhymes!
  • get some sleep - sleep is an easy way to boost your remember. A lot of people recommend reviewing notes or flashcards before bed!
  • use a colour code - I love colour coding my notes! It helps me visualise my notes when I need to remember things!
  • follow the curve of forgetting - You can’t be expected to remember every single thing from a class. Here is a graphic on the curve of forgetting. As you can see with the blue line, most of what you learn is forgotten if you don’t review it. But what the other lines show is how is can be retained if you review consistently. Make an effort to review your notes after class, after a day, after a week, and after a month.

Hope this helps x

Hey guys.. so I’ve been wondering about this as I was somewhat pondering since I’m too exhausted. What I was pondering is if I should delete this blog. I don’t know if that even matters since people who are fans of Blue Exorcist do anything to post something cute, funny, meaningful and create activities. For me I-I honestly feel like I’m none of those since all I get in return is like I’m a reject of this existence.

But if none of you don’t want my blog to disappear forever, there is still hope.

If this post gets more than 243 post (Cause 243 days in the days I was in deep depression). I’ll keep this blog running. If it doesn’t get 243 post within at the end of this Sunday, than I’ll say my farewell even though it pains me…

Sherlock in Elementary, season 1: Sex is purely physical exercise, love is a chemical imbalance, my behaviour might rub people the wrong way but they’ll have to deal with it because it helps my detective process, the addict recovery process is hogwash.

Sherlock in Elementary, season 4: Has a girlfriend, takes things slow and voluntarily experiences his longest sexual dry spell as a result, love is undefinable but meaningful, actively helps people out to make up for his past behaviour because they’re his friends, attends recovery meetings habitually and encourages other addicts to do the same.

Sherlock in Sherlock, season 1: Asshole.

Sherlock in Sherlock, season 4: The same asshole, but with more queerbaiting.

anonymous asked:

Hello Emma, Thank you for this blog and thank you for hard work. I have a problem with memorizing i am completely bad, do you know any tips or something can help me?

Hi! Thank you so much. I’m glad you recognise it heh! Try a few of these things:

  • read and summarise - read the passage over. Highlight or underline key words and only key words! Summarise in your own words what you’ve read. Try to make it simpler and more to the point.
  • listen to audio - either place your notes into google translate or if you have a mac, select the text and click “add as spoken track to itunes”. That way you’ll get a file just talking about your notes which you can add to your phone. I did this with an essay two years ago and still remember it haha!
  • make sure your studying in an active and meaningful way - just passively studying isn’t going to put the information in your brain. You need to find ways to engage your brain. This could be using different study methods such as mind maps, study groups or flash cards! 
  • handwrite your notes - by writing things out you’re giving your brain more time to process the information and therefore it is being more absorbed.
  • set up a study schedule over time rather than trying to cram - you’re better off doing an hour of study of a topic over a few days or weeks compared to trying to memorise everything in 4 hours.
  • talk about it to someone - ask a family member or friend to test your knowledge. Try to explain the concept to them without your notes. If you can manage, awesome! If not, you’ll be able to see where your knowledge gaps are.
  • use mnemonic devices - this could be making a story, an acronym, or rhymes!
  • get some sleep - sleep is an easy way to boost your remember. A lot of people recommend reviewing notes or flashcards before bed!
  • use a colour code - I love colour coding my notes! It helps me visualise my notes when I need to remember things! 
  • follow the curve of forgetting - You can’t be expected to remember every single thing from a class. Here is a graphic on the curve of forgetting. As you can see with the blue line, most of what you learn is forgotten if you don’t review it. But what the other lines show is how is can be retained if you review consistently. Make an effort to review your notes after class, after a day, after a week, and after a month. 

I hope this helps!! x

What do you do? Occupational Therapy! (Part 1)

Hi everybody! Occupational therapy first year second year student here to answer the question, “So, what is occupational therapy exactly?”

Many people in the medical field may have heard the name or have some vague concept about what occupational therapy (commonly abbreviated OT) is, but others may have not, and certainly there are a large number of people not in the medical field who have no idea what this is. In fact, it’s probably easier for me to start by explaining what OT is not:

  • Occupational therapy is not career counseling. (That’s the name of my blog!) Yes, the independent words seem like synonyms of one another, but they’re totally different things.
  • Occupational therapy is not physical therapy. A lot of times, they get prescribed together (OT/PT), to the point where medical providers act like “oh-tee-pee-tee” is one long, bizarre word meaning “please exercise this guy”.
  • Occupational therapy is not just group craft time, nor is it artistic busywork. Many OT providers do choose to use art as a component of their therapy (which I’ll explain more about later), myself included. Sometimes laypeople and even medical providers look at this and don’t think it can have any value because on the outside it looks fun and playful. Because everybody knows that in order for therapy to work, it has to be super boring, and the minute you start to have fun it ceases to be therapeutic!

Okay, so those are probably the most common misconceptions about what occupational therapy is not. So we’re back to our original question, what is occupational therapy? That’s a good question, and in fact, the American Occupational Therapy Association is currently in talks to agree upon a simple definition encompassing exactly what we do, which will be announced at the 100th Birthday of OT happening in 2017. 

In the meantime, we’re having to get by with our own simple definitions, and here’s mine:

Occupational therapy is therapy that focuses on an individual’s ability to enjoy life the way they want to as a measure of success.

That means that, for an occupational therapist, the most important measure of whether they are succeeding in providing therapy is whether or not their patient is able to participate in the things they want to do. Right now, if you’re in the medical field (or even if you’re not), you might be scratching your head and saying “uh, isn’t that what every medical provider wants?” And the answer is, yes and no. 

So let me break this down a little further.

The reason the name “occupational therapy” confuses people (see: not career counseling) is because in our society, our “occupation” specifically means our job. But in occupational therapy, an occupation is defined as any meaningful activity that a person does to occupy their time. Under this definition, your job is definitely still your occupation, but so is being a parent, going to school, playing with your pet, engaging in your hobbies, participating in leisure activities, and so on. 

It encompasses all the roles in your life (employee, parent, sibling, student, child, friend, volunteer). And, here’s the most important part: your occupations are totally different than somebody else’s occupations. You may be the same age, live in the same area, and have the same diagnosis as someone else, but your therapy will be totally different because it’s going to focus on the crucial aspects of what make you, you!

This is not at all to say that other medical professions don’t care about you as a person, or that they don’t know how to adjust their tactics to fit their patient’s personal needs. Not at all! Good medical professionals in every field will have elements of this holistic viewpoint in their practice. But at the end of the day, if a surgeon has a guy open on his operating table, it doesn’t matter whether this guy uses his knee to play basketball, to perform martial arts, or to dance at the grocery store and embarrass his kids; all that matters is that the surgeon needs to replace the knee. (Cue kneeologists correcting me in the comments.) 

But when the guy is recovering from surgery and learning how to do things again, his occupational therapist will be the one taking that into consideration.

We’ll look more at how OTs do that in Part 2 of this series!

just a pretty face.

i want to apologize to all the women
i have called pretty
before I’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry I made it sound as though
something as simple as what you were born with
is the most you have to be proud of when your
spirit has been crushed by mountains
from now on I will say things like
you are resilient or you are extraordinary
not because I don’t think you’re pretty
but because you are so much more than that

- rupi kaur


this piece from Milk and Honey really struck a chord with something that’s been on my mind lately. I have a problem, or rather, I had a problem with insecurities mainly about my physical appearance; desperately wanting to look a certain way or be classified as fine gyal, no pimples, great bod, too hot for d mandemmmm, insta goals. I mean who wouldn’t? It’s not to say that there is a problem with wanting to feel like that or be any of these things, but I got so consumed in wanting to be ‘pretty’ so much that I focused more on my physical appearance. I wanted to be 'noticed,’ as I’d previously gotten myself to believe that people mostly got noticed for 'what they were born with’ - something you have little to no control over and can only modify along the way - when really it is what you mould along the way, your personality, talents and intellect that will get you noticed. The first thing I wanted people to see was not how passionate I am about feminism ( the social, economic and politic equality for BOTH men and women - not female superiority), or how interested I am in social and political issues, or how I like to travel and appreciate different cultures and people, or how much I love love loveee the visual arts. I just wanted to be pretty, then people could eventually figure the rest out if they even bothered to do so. I was sick, or perhaps just young and overwhelmed by an environment that I thought cared more about what I looked like rather than my experiences, my thoughts and opinions - me. As I matured though, I became more confident in myself, what characterized me as person - face excluded. It started to irk me when I was not engaging in meaningful conversations and activities or being asked about my passions and aspirations in life. I didn’t want to be seen just as a 'pretty’ gyal, but rather strong, smart and extraordinary. I want to do good and make a change, be it in my country, community or even in someone’s life. I’m more than just a pretty face.

Bronze (Kyungsoo x Reader)

How’s it going everyone? The moment so many people have been anticipating has arrived: my newest Kyungsoo scenario is ready now! Ever since I posted ‘Bookstore Shenanigans’ it has become one ,if not my most, popular work of writing on this blog. I’m so, so very pleased with the amount of hype that’s been cropping up around the blog for this scenario, so I hope it lives up to your guys’ expectations! I’m just so nervous as to how it will go over with you all. Anyway, please enjoy!

P.S. I’d like to thank Do Kyungsoo for being a human being and for putting me through my Kyungsoo Sexual Awakening faze. 

P.S.S. Just look at bae…Look at him! My feels for him have jumped up so much since I wrote this!

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

 You’ve never really been much of an outdoors kind of girl. You liked to much rather spend your time doing what you called ‘meaningful activities’ like watching Netflix or snuggling with your boyfriend. You didn’t like to tell most people that your everyday life consisted of your job, school, eating, Netflix, reading, and sleeping. You especially hated to admit that you were jealous of the happy and lithe, athletic girls who spent their weekends hiking with friends or taking romantic kayak trips with their boyfriends.  

 You knew any moment you could ask Kyungsoo to take you out into the country or forest anytime, and he’d be willing because he loved that kind of stuff. You just didn’t understand his incredible fascination with starting fires, setting up tents, and sleeping with bugs that could crawl into your ears. It was evident he was always a bit disappointed when he’d ask you if you wanted to take a day trip to hike and you’d always make up a not so valid excuse. You felt terrible for constantly disappointing him, but you just couldn’t find anything to gain from sleeping in the woods.

 You scrolled through Netflix, searching for a new show to binge watch over the weekend. You heard the door open and close, the sound of a bag dropping unceremoniously on the floor with a tired groan accompanying it. The familiar rich voice of your boyfriend reached your ears, “I’m home, ____.”  He walked into the living room, scoffing as he saw you were up to your usual Friday night activity of being unproductive. He lifted your legs from the couch and slipped underneath them, he tutted you, “Sometimes I wonder if you ever do anything else than this.” He slung his arm at the television in annoyance, looking at you earnestly.  

 You pouted at him, twisting your cold fingers through his, “Hey, I deserve this. I work almost full time and attend university, so I don’t want to here it, Soo.”  

 He shook his head wryly, lifting your joined hands, and kissed the back of yours softly, “That’s true. But don’t you think you should try getting out more often? When’s the last time you hung out with Nana? She’s your best friend after all, don’t you miss her?”

 You averted your eyes from his huge gorgeous ones, as you mumbled bitterly, “She’s been busy with her new boyfriend. I’ve been calling her and talking, but I only ever see her at school sometimes.”

 "Well, since you don’t think you can get together with Nana, how about you and I do something this weekend?“  

 You looked up at Kyungsoo, pursing your lips, “I thought we could just stay in this weekend,” you sat up and let your hand trace the lines of his chest through his t-shirt that still smelled faintly of his cologne, “And do things." 

 He swallowed at your touches, but his eyes hardened, "Oh no. As much as I love having our little sex marathons, I’m not letting you stay in this house one more weekend.”

 Your jaw dropped, surprised your usual tactics weren’t working, “What are we supposed to do then, Kyungsoo?”

 He smirked at your distress, loving how you realized you had no way out of his plan, “We’re going to go camping, babe.”  

 You just gaped at him while he smirked that evil smirk you both loved and hated. He closed your mouth with his hand, “Don’t waste your energy, babe. You’ll be doing plenty of that this weekend.” He raised his eyebrows at your dropped jaw with a mischievous grin.  

 You blushed at him furiously, “Yeah, right! You’ll be sorry this weekend when you don’t get any!" 

 He stood up smiling, "Oh, I’m not too worried about that. You should be though." 

 You crossed your arms stubbornly, "Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”  

 He smoothed your hair gently, grinning amusedly, “I’m just not sure you’ll be able to resist." 

 You rolled your eyes at him, "Ha! Like hell, Kyungsoo.”  

 He rolled his own eyes laughing, “Alright, ____. We’ll see.”

 You found yourself in your two’s shared car, your head resting against the window. The country side rolled by and soon the car was swallowed into a miriad of twisting green trees. You sniffed disdainfully just to spite Kyungsoo, even though you had to admit, the forest was rather gorgeous. 

 Your boyfriend could tell you were trying hard not to look excited, so Kyungsoo just smiled to himself and murmured, “Almost there, babe." 

 You spoke toward the window, still pretending to be mad at him, "Oh, goody,” you deadpanned. 

 Twenty or so minutes later, Kyungsoo pulled down a gravel drive that led to a small parking lot where few other cars were parked. You grumbled at the sight, disliking how run down everything seemed to be.

  After parking, Kyungsoo popped the trunk and took out all of the gear: two hiking packs, a cooler of food and drinks, and a bag containing the two-man tent you’d bought for Kyungsoo a few Christmases ago. You took your pack and the tent, while Kyungsoo took his own pack and the cooler.  

 You could already notice a brightening in Kyungsoo’s demeanor as he led the way down the dirt trail that led to several of the most scenic campgrounds. There seemed to be more purpose in each of his steps, his mouth had a slight turn to it, a boyish curve of the lips that tempted you to kiss them, feel them. His eyes were gushing a thousand words, but he remained silent all the while you walked slightly behind him. You amused yourself on the long hike by studying the curves in his back, the flexing of each muscle under his tight, dark green shirt as he took his pack off and carried it by hand for a while.  

 You watched your feet for a while too, watching as they stepped over little grass sprouts or rocks. You were hardly paying attention anymore to where Kyungsoo was leading you, until you ran into his back clumsily.

He chuckled goodnaturedly, “Careful, ____. We’re here.”

 You looked up from the dirt path and gazed at the lush scenery around you. A small, but lovely clearing created the perfect space to pitch the tent, a fire pit already in place from the previous campers. A deep blue lake peeked shyly between the gaps of the oaks, beeches, and pines that guarded the clearing. Over the treetops, blue mountains saluted the sky with their jagged tops. It was absolutely breathtaking and you had no idea what to say.

 You didn’t have to though, because Kyungsoo was just quietly smiling at you, pleased with your reaction. While you were still gazing contently at the little flowers that sprouted around the clearing, Kyungsoo took your pack and tent bag from you. 

 You shot a glance at your boyfriend, who was already busy setting the tent up. Leaving him to his devices, you padded quietly toward the path that led to the lakeshore, delighting in the refreshing coolness the breeze that skated through the trees. As you broke the tree line, you gasped. No words could hardly do the scene before you justice. It wasn’t one of those dingy and murky lakes, instead it was like crystal azure sparkling silently over a few miles. You stood there for a few moments and then returned to see what progress Kyungsoo had made. 

 Kyungsoo had finished neatly erecting the tent, now diligently working on chopping firewood and starting a fire. He had rid himself of his shirt, his lean muscles rippling as he swung the hatchet down on a piece of wood expertly. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, but his eyes still read elation.
You bit your lip at the sight of his skin though. Recently, since the weather had gotten warmer, Kyungsoo returned to his habit of hiking shirtless on the weekends. His usually flawless pale skin had tanned to a golden bronze, darker than you’d first expected. Yes, you saw him shirtless all the time and you knew he was tanner than usual. But with his back, shoulders, and chest glistening slightly with sweat and the sun casting its warm rays onto his body…you couldn’t help yourself from staring.

 Oh, Kyungsoo definitely knew you were checking him out too. He smirked to himself, making sure to show off as much as he could to you. This was your payback for being so stubborn the other day. You watched as he straightened, swiping a hand across his forehead as he suddenly made eye contact with you. 

 Oh, boy.

 If his physical behavior said ‘make out with me and tangle your fingers in my soft dark hair’, his sultry dark eyes screamed 'I’m going to take you fast and hard against the closest tree’.  

 You were about to practically throw yourself at him and let him have his wicked way with you, but you remembered his cocky little smile from yesterday. You shook yourself, lifting your chin defiantly as you walked briskly past him to grab your back pack. Kyungsoo half wanted to laugh out loud at your resilience and half climb into a tree and never come down because he just failed at seducing you. 

 You climbed into the two-man tent, zipping it up, but leaving a crack large enough to peek out without being conspicuous. You smiled to yourself as you watched Kyungsoo pass a hand over his blushing face, a soft groan leaving his lips, “Idiot.”  

 As you unpacked, you grinned to yourself, thinking about how cute Kyungsoo had been. Yes, he looked like a completely innocent cupcake, which he really was. But he also could flip a switch and become so masculine and seductive in a nanosecond. Usually he acted sweeter and had to try pretty hard to be the latter, so it was a little hilarious to see him get embarrassed. 

 You moved to grab your and his sleeping bags, but could only find one. With your eyebrows drawn together in confusion you stepped out of the tent, “Kyungsoo? I could only find one sleeping bag. Do you know if we left the other one at the car?”

 If he was distraught from earlier, you couldn’t tell because he smiled up at you and said, “Why would we need two?" 

 You quirked an eyebrow, "Oh I don’t know, so that one of us doesn’t have to freeze?”

 He was completely nonchalant as he poked at the fire, “It’s a really big sleeping bag, I thought we could share it. Thought it would be more…intimate.”

 Damn him. Sneaky little shit. 

 "Oh, okay,“ was all you could reply with. You weren’t going to let him win. 

 He rummaged around in the cooler, pulling out two sandwiches, offering one to you, "Hungry?”

 You took it, grateful that he wasn’t trying to jump your bones every moment he could. You settled down beside him on the ground, the fire crackling softly. The two of you ate in companionable silence, occasionally commenting on the scenery. 

 You polished off your sandwich, leaning your head on his shoulder, “Thanks for bringing me out here, Soo.”  

 He kissed your head, smiling against you, “No problem, ____.”

 The two of you walked off from the campsite, exploring the area, and seeing all kinds of things. You spotted a fox, he picked you some wild flowers, and the two of you romped in the cool lake. The whole time, you hated to say that you were suspicious when he was going to make his move. Why couldn’t you just be normal and enjoy a camping trip with your boyfriend? 

 The sun set quickly and the two of you huddled around the campfire once again, talking very little as you both stared into the embers. You both were similar in the fact that you were content with just being with one another. You didn’t always have to talk, you could just be.

 You yawned loudly and he chuckled, his beautiful heart shaped lips curving into a grin, “Looks like someone’s ready to go to bed.”

 You nodded tiredly, allowing him to take your hand and lead you over to the sanctuary of the tent. Before you knew it, you were in one of his t shirts tucked against his chest as he settled into the sleeping bag.

 Big sleeping bag my ass, you thought grudgingly as you felt the rise and fall of Kyungsoo’s chest behind you, which was, mind you, bare. It was more distracting than you cared to admit, every little movement he made seemed to brush up against you in a way that was only a little teasing, but not enough. His fingers traced up and down your arm, causing goosebumps to tickle along your skin. He propped his head onto his elbow, humming in that velvety voice of his, a low and sensual song that invaded your senses. He was controlling all the senses that he new set you on the most delicious edge, your sense of touch and hearing. He knew you loved the sound of his voice and the feeling of his skin sliding against yours. 

 You swallowed hard, heat dripping into the pit of your stomach, as he let his hand sneak up your shirt, fingertips dragging along your sides. You let out a muffled moan, practically feeling the smirk on his face. 

 "Fuck it,“ you suddenly spit out viciously, twisting in the sleeping bag so that you straddled his waist. His eyebrows were raised in genuine surprise, not expecting you to be so forward and aggressive.

 You leaned down and connected your lips to his, your mouths gliding in a well practiced dance. Your hands slid over his chest, relishing the feeling of his smooth skin as he let out a soft groan. 

 You bit his lip gently, but hard enough to make his breath retreat with surprise, "That’s for being such a damn tease." 

 He grinned, his hands setting on the curve of your hips, "I’m not complaining if this is my punishment.”

 You rolled your eyes, brushing his hair from his eyes, “Of course you aren’t.”

 He laughed, his smile now wolfish as he rolled you over, his body hovering over yours, “So,” he lifted your shirt, immediately pressing kisses to your breasts and stomach. “How exactly is this my punishment? I’m getting what I want.”  

 You bit your lip as his satin soft lips and tongue traced over your naval, “Frankly, I’m not sure at all.”

 A warm, calloused hand came up and cupped your breast, “Maybe it’s best you’re not sure, babe,” he squeezed and you gasped, “Now let’s get back to my so called punishment. Or should I say, yours.”  

 You nodded frantically, his hand pressing to your aching core through your underwear. He looked more happy to be pleasing you than you could ever remember. Your voice choked out as his fingers nimbly slid your panties off, then deftly thrusting two digits into your soaking heat. His other hand was busy rubbing your clit in an almost studious manned, his focus only on your pleasure as you mewled led his name over and over.

 You propped yourself up on your elbows, eager to watch him doing his good work. You bit your lips at the sight of his tongue reaching down and licking up your essence. You loved the feeling of him pleasing you with his rough hands, and you wanted him, badly, but you wanted to surprise him as well. 

 You sat up suddenly, pushing him back down onto his back, loving the startled look on his face. Even in the dark you could see the glint of arousal and lust in his eyes, practically mind fucking you right then. You let your hands slide all over his chest, pinching his nipple hard enough to make him gasp. You smirked, leaning down so your lips brushed the shell of his ear, “It’s okay, baby. Moan as loud as you want, no one will hear." 

 He groaned softly, teasing you with a quaver in his voice, ”______!…“  

 You straddled one of his thighs, rubbing your dripping center up and down his leg, "Come on, Kyungsoo. Moan for me.” You rode his leg hard, knowing when you would whisper dirtily to him how aroused he would get. You hadn’t even touched his dick yet, but it was painfully erect, his hands shaking as they grasped your hips and pulled you into his lap. He sat up, biting up your arms, chest, and neck, leaving small bruises in his wake. His full lips soothed each bite as you lifted up, his hand guiding his throbbing cock to your heat.
You shivered as the head brushed against your folds, allowing a shaky moan to escape your lips.

 Kyungsoo took a hold of your chin roughly, locking his eyes with your own as he whispered huskily, “I want to see the look on your face when I put my dick in your pussy, _____. If you dare look away,” he smirked at your awed face, “I will pull out and leave you quivering in your own desire. So be a good girl and look at me.”  

 You nodded obediently, staring deeply into Kyungsoo’s dark orbs, and he into yours. You could see each other’s reflections in each glassy surface, projecting both of your greatest desires.  

 He slid you slowly onto his member, watching you carefully to see if you looked away. You were a disciplined individual, so you focused on the feeling of his penetration and the delicious look on his face as your walls tightened around him. Each of you moaned at the familiar feeling, loving how you were Kyungsoo’s first, and how he was yours. He was the only man you’d have desired to have in this way, filling you to the brim with his being. You’d been together with him for years and years, but the feeling of surprise never left you as he slid you down to the hilt, his well endowed member stretching you in the most desirable way.  

 "Kyungsoo!…,“ you gasped as he rolled his hips up towards you, one fluid motion that sent a thousand feelings racing throughout your body.

 You matched his rhythmic pace, running your trembling fingers through his dark hair, occasionally bucking a bit faster in order for him to see you wanted it faster and harder. Kyungsoo loved gentle love, you liked it a bit more rough and kinky, and he was always more than happy to oblige.  

 His fingers bruised your hips as he whispered darkly in your ear, "Does my baby girl love the way my dick fills her up? Does she want me to cum all over her?”  Kyungsoo’s pace had picked up dramatically, and you were struggling to keep up with him, so he roughly pushed you down onto your back and began to take you against the floor of the tent. 

 He hooked your knees over his shoulder, causing your moans to only be choked out, “Yes, Kyungsoo!…Yes…Yes!…”  

 At the sound of your voice he moaned loudly and you couldn’t stand it anymore because just his voice could make you come. Your release was violent with your heart skipping, your legs twitching, eyes fluttering, breathing choked as your world shattered around you in burst after burst of pleasure. Kyungsoo watched you writhe in pleasure beneath him, your name spilling from his lips as he came as well, his hot seed shooting in powerful spurts into you, your walls greedily milking him of all his release, “Holy fuck, _____!…" 

 The two of you road your releases out together, whispering your names, clutching onto arms, and kissing bruised skin. Oh, how you both loved the feeling of being completely one with each other. 

 Kyungsoo pulled out, watching as you winced at the feeling of him leaving you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, hushing you gently as he pulled you into his chest. You pressed soft kisses to his body, wrapped up in his strong arms while he hummed contentedly. 

 "You win,” you mumbled into his chest, just loud enough for him to barely hear. 

 He grinned at you, “What was that?" 

You looked up at him pouting, "I said you win, Soo.”

He laughed that one lovely boyish laugh he did only for you, the laugh that took your breath from the first moment you heard it, “To be honest ____, I would say we both win in this situation." 

 Your pout spread into a small, shy smile, a hint of mischievousness underlying it, "For now, I guess." 

 He sighed, a tired smile on his lips, "You’re always ready for some competition, you know that?" 

 You nestled your head into the crook of his neck, whispering softly as you drifted off towards sleep, "Only if it’s with you, Kyungsoo.”

anonymous asked:

hi emma!! Do you have any tips on memorizing long passages? I have to memorize Hamlet's soliloquy for my literature class by the end of the month, but the language is kind of confusing and it's a bit long. Thanks!!

Hi! Thank you so much. I’m glad you recognise it heh! Try a few of these things:

  • read and summarise - read the passage over. Highlight or underline key words and only key words! Summarise in your own words what you’ve read. Try to make it simpler and more to the point.
  • listen to audio - try placing the passage into google translate or if you have a mac, select the text and click “add as spoken track to itunes”. That way you’ll get a file just talking about your notes which you can add to your phone. I did this with an essay two years ago and still remember it haha!
  • make sure you’re studying it in an active and meaningful way - just passively studying isn’t going to put the information in your brain. You need to find ways to engage your brain. This could be using different study methods such as mind maps, study groups or flash cards!
  • handwrite your notes on the passage - by writing things out you’re giving your brain more time to process the information and therefore it is being more absorbed.
  • talk about it to someone - ask a family member or friend to test your knowledge. Try to explain the concept to them without your notes. If you can manage, awesome! If not, you’ll be able to see where your knowledge gaps are.
  • use mnemonic devices - this could be making a story, an acronym, or rhymes!
  • get some sleep - sleep is an easy way to boost your remember. A lot of people recommend reviewing notes or flashcards before bed!
  • use a colour code - I love colour coding anything that needs to be remembered. If you need to cover certain elements such as different techniques or themes, you can show them with colours.
  • follow the curve of forgetting - You can’t be expected to remember every single thing from a class. Here is a graphic on the curve of forgetting. As you can see with the blue line, most of what you learn is forgotten if you don’t review it. But what the other lines show is how is can be retained if you review consistently. Make an effort to review your notes after class, after a day, after a week, and after a month.

Also, this post might help! I used it for my English course which was remembering a lot of quotes and references. I hope this helps!! x

anonymous asked:

GUYS! Strangers debuted on the Billboard Hot 100 despite NOT being an official single yet! "The “hopeless fountain kingdom” track claims #100 on the listing, which ranks songs based on combined activity from sales, streams and radio airplay. Without meaningful activity on the radio front, “Strangers” scores its Hot 100 position based on its opening week sales and streaming levels. Indicative of its solid sales tally, “Strangers” concurrently debuts at #29 on the Digital Song Sales subchart."

anonymous asked:

Hi Emma! I just wanted to say that I really enjoy your posts and printables! I have a question though, what are your most effective ways to study for an exam that has to do with a lot of memorizing? Thanks!

Thank you so much! These are a few few things I’ve found great for memory:

  • make sure your studying in an active and meaningful way!!!  just passively studying isn’t going to put the information in your brain. You need to find ways to engage your brain. Don’t rely on highlighting or just rewriting information - remember to summarise in your own words!
  • write practice essays/paragraphs - honestly, such a helpful thing to do. They don’t have to be full length essays, just a few bullet points per paragraph with your key ideas. I wrote a practice essay on international law prior to my legal exam and then the question turned out to be on transnational law so I had a perfectly crafted paragraph stored in my brain. If I hadn’t written that essay, I’d have screwed up that section for sure!
  • make flashcards - whilst my example is for essays, this can still be for any information! Here is a description of how I change them into flashcards and here is a close up. If you can really break down the text into very specified piece and speak it out load like you would practice a speech. Here are a few other ways you can use flashcards.
  • display your notes - if you’re made flashcards, mind maps or study notes, put them in some place that is easy to see. Some people write on their windows or mirror wardrobes, put up stick notes every where, tape study notes to the outside of your shower!
  • listen to audio - either place your notes into google translate or if you have a mac, select the text and click “add as spoken track to itunes”. That way you’ll get a file just talking about your notes which you can add to your phone. I did this with an essay two years ago and still remember it haha!
  • talk about it to someone - ask a family member or friend to test your knowledge. Try to explain the concept to them without your notes. If you can manage, awesome! If not, you’ll be able to see where your knowledge gaps are.
  • use mnemonic devices - this could be making a story, an acronym, or rhymes! I would do this with my syllabus dot points so I could remember what points go under what topic!
  • get some sleep - sleep is an easy way to boost your memory. A lot of people recommend reviewing notes or flashcards before bed!use a colour code - I love colour coding my notes! It helps me visualise my notes when I need to remember things! 

Best of luck with memorising everything! Once you find a way that really works for you, then you get keep doing that x

anonymous asked:

Hi Emma. I love to visit you whether from Tumblr to your livestream on Instagram, and honestly, you are a way better counselor than the ones I had in school. You know so much about things and I've studied various careers but by now, I've forgotten most things. Do you know how I can improve my memory? Love you Emma and thanks for helping all of us. All the best!

Hi! Thank you so much for following them both, that is so nice of you. Gosh, that is such an insanely kind compliment. I’m really flattered! Here are some memory tips:

  • read and summarise - read the passage over. Highlight or underline key words and only key words! Summarise in your own words what you’ve read. Try to make it simpler and more to the point.
  • listen to audio - either place your notes into google translate or if you have a mac, select the text and click “add as spoken track to itunes”. That way you’ll get a file just talking about your notes which you can add to your phone. I did this with an essay two years ago and still remember it haha!
  • make sure your studying in an active and meaningful way - just passively studying isn’t going to put the information in your brain. You need to find ways to engage your brain. This could be using different study methods such as mind maps, study groups or flash cards!
  • handwrite your notes - by writing things out you’re giving your brain more time to process the information and therefore it is being more absorbed.
  • set up a study schedule over time rather than trying to cram - you’re better off doing an hour of study of a topic over a few days or weeks compared to trying to memorise everything in 4 hours.
  • talk about it to someone - ask a family member or friend to test your knowledge. Try to explain the concept to them without your notes. If you can manage, awesome! If not, you’ll be able to see where your knowledge gaps are.
  • use mnemonic devices - this could be making a story, an acronym, or rhymes!
  • get some sleep - sleep is an easy way to boost your remember. A lot of people recommend reviewing notes or flashcards before bed!
  • use a colour code - I love colour coding my notes! It helps me visualise my notes when I need to remember things!
  • follow the curve of forgetting - You can’t be expected to remember every single thing from a class. Here is a graphic on the curve of forgetting. As you can see with the blue line, most of what you learn is forgotten if you don’t review it. But what the other lines show is how is can be retained if you review consistently. Make an effort to review your notes after class, after a day, after a week, and after a month.

I hope this helps!! x

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I request InoSara please? A scenario where they're slightly older & Inojin is flirting with Sarada, twirling her hair in his fingers etc, & Sarada's just really flustered like she doesn't know how to handle this super intense flirty Inojin :)

Boys

For the most part, Sarada herself didn’t have much of a high opinion on boys. It was a stark contrast in comparison to her best friend, Chouchou, but Sarada didn’t see the the pleasure in them. Especially after becoming a ninja.

She considered them lazy, messy, and generally they were jerks. It probably came from the fact most of the boys she grew up with came off that way, but the ravenette digressed. If anything, her only exceptions to this perception were her father, Sasuke Uchiha, and the Seventh Hokage (who happened to be the father of one particular boy that wasn’t an exception to her perceptions.)

But adults aside, if Sarada had to pick at least one boy her age that didn’t go into her typical generalizing of the masses… It would have to be her Auntie Ino’s son, Inojin Yamanaka.

The two of them had grown up knowing each other outside the Academy. (It was same with both Boruto and Himawari, but meh. This was about Inojin.)

Typically this was because their mothers were both best friends, but Sarada would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy the Yamanaka boy’s company.

He smelled nice. Probably from working at his family’s flower shop all the time; but he had a faint gentle fragrance upon him.

Inojin was also a hard-worker in comparison to his teammates. Sure, Chouchou and Shikadai worked their hardest in their own way– but Inojin took the cake in the fact he never ditched his InoShikaChou training.

And above all else, he was actually a gentlemen (as if Auntie Ino would would settle for anything less).

Inojin didn’t fall under the whole category that all men were “perverted animals no matter the age”, something her father told her one day.

At least, Sarada used to think that.

“Inojin?” Sarada managed to ground out as she noticed the pair of light blue eyes close to her peripheral vision. She took a few steps back. “What are you doing here?”

The blonde boy smiled impishly, gesturing to his apron and the immediate area surrounding them. “I work here.”

“Oh.” Sarada blinked, deadpanned. “Right.” That was an embarrassing question.

Sarada was currently standing in the middle of the Yamanaka Flower Shop, crouched in front of a cluster of baby’s breath, and yet she failed to notice the presence of Inojin.

Inojin crouched down beside her, unnervingly close. But Sarada pushed it to him doing this with his usual customers. It’s nothing, it’s nothing. 

“So who are the flowers for, Sara-chan?” Inojin asked. “Does Auntie Sakura want some?”

Sarada shook her head, “No and it’s Sarada.” She crossed her arms, lips turning into a frown. She hated the nickname he gave her from back when they were toddlers. “Konohamaru-sensei was injured this last mission I went on so I’m bringing him flowers. The job got pushed onto me.” Boruto was adamant it was her and didn’t let her or Mitsuki (who was already bringing snacks) get a word in edgewise. Not that she didn’t mind bringing Konohamaru flowers. It just would’ve been more meaningful an activity if it was all of her team.

“Boruto again?” Inojin asked with a sympathetic chuckle. 

“Yes.” Sarada replied without missing a heartbeat. “So how much for a bouquet?” She stood up, her knees feeling sore.

Inojin stood up as well, “You just want a simple mix of flowers?” 

Sarada nodded. “You’re the flower expert, so I’ll just leave it to you.”

“The language of flowers is a lot more important that you think, Miss Glasses.” Inojin crossed his arms with a sigh. “What if you give someone the wrong message?” 

“I doubt that Konohamaru-sensei actually knows the meanings behind any flower.”

“But it’s the thought that counts.” Inojin persisted. “What if you were giving the flowers to a loved one and you gave them orange lilies?”

Sarada failed to see the young artist’s point.

“Orange lilies mean ‘hatred’.” Inojin sighed.

“Then don’t put any orange lilies in the bouquet.” Sarada snapped. She was already irritated because of Boruto, and Inojin wasn’t making her feel any better.

Inojin sighed as his gaze swept over the various plants in the shop. “Just wait for the day you give the wrong kind of flowers to someone you like and they know flower language.” His voice had a ‘you poor soul’ tone to it. “You’re going to end up all alone, Sara-chan.”

“Well if you’re such a love expert, tell me the flowers you’d give to someone you liked!” Sarada growled, too annoyed to even correct him on the proper usage of her name.

“Fine.” Inojin replied, looking amused. “I’d give them… Gardenias, to let them know I think they’re lovely. White violets (let’s take a chance on happiness), whenever I felt as if I were ready to ask them out…” As Inojin spoke, he nimbly picked the flowers he mentioned, eyes firm. “A few crocuses to let them know I can’t help but feel cheerful around them. A carnation to let them know they fascinate me. And a couple gladioluses to let them know I’m really sincere.” Inojin then knotted a few blades of grass around the bouquet, tightly securing it. “And a few blades grass to keep it all together to represent submission, because they have me tightly wound around their little finger.”

Blue met black as Inojin placed the new arrangement in Sarada’s hands and the ravenette felt a wave of heat rush over her.

Since when was Inojin so eloquent?

“A-ah…” She couldn’t help but feel a little envious. “Whoever that person is won’t ever feel neglected if they knew all this information. No! She couldn’t be feeling envious! This was Inojin she was talking about, not some chunin with an impressive personality and ambitious goals.

Inojin was just Inojin. A childhood companion who enjoyed playing multi-player role playing games at hamburger joints with Boruto and Shikadai whenever they had the free time.

“Oh, I forgot one.” 

See? Sarada said to herself like she had a point to prove. This is Inojin we’re talking about. But any more of her rambles were cut short as she felt fingers traveling through her bangs. “I-Inojin?”

“A gloxinia.” Inojin said, not removing his hands until he believed the dark pink gloxinia was set perfectly in the girl’s hair. His index finger brushed her bangs one more time as he pulled his hand away slowly. “To let you know I’ve always loved you at first sight… Sara-chan.” He closed his right eye, winking with a grin as he adjusted her bangs.

Sarada blinked. Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

“WHAAAAAT?!?!” Sarada backed away from Inojin’s grip. Was he joking?! He had to be joking. She considered looking back at the blonde to check for any signs that it was a joke, but she couldn’t.

This was something she might have expected from maybe Boruto.

But this was something else entirely.

“Sara-cha-”

Sarada was already running out of the Yamanaka Flower Shop, head hanging low. “Tell Auntie Ino I’ll bring the money tomorrow!”

And as if coming to girl’s call, said woman entered the entrance of her shop, a curious expression in her eyes as she looked at her son. “Was that Sarada-chan?” Ino was impressed at the speed the girl was running at. “Inojin did you do somethin– Inojin?! What’s wrong?”

Inojin had his face completely covered by his hands as he crouched down, his face and ears scarlet. “I can’t believe I actually did that!!!!!”

He was quite sure he wouldn’t be able to face Sarada for a week. 

Stupid Boruto and his stupid advice!

genderists wanna talk like they participate in meaningful activism but it’s really limited to a stream of reblogs which are all “proof your faves like pizza, naruto and my neighbors cat are anti terf” and nothing else

anonymous asked:

How do I know if I'm being mentally abused? -Emma

There are two kinds of mental abuse honey, and here are some sympthoms of them.

Emotional Abuse

  - Humiliation, degradation, discounting, negating. judging, criticizing:

   - Does anyone make fun of you or put you down in front of others?
   - Do they tease you, use sarcasm as a way to put you down or degrade you?
   - When you complain do they say that “it was just a joke” and that you are too sensitive?
   - Do they tell you that your opinion or feelings are “wrong?”
   - Does anyone regularly ridicule, dismiss, disregard your opinions, thoughts, suggestions, and feelings?

 - Domination, control, and shame:

   - Do you feel that the person treats you like a child?
   - Do they constantly correct or chastise you because your behavior is “inappropriate?”
   - Do you feel you must “get permission” before going somewhere or before making even small decisions?
   - Do they control your spending?
   - Do they treat you as though you are inferior to them?
   - Do they make you feel as though they are always right?
   - Do they remind you of your shortcomings?
   - Do they belittle your accomplishments, your aspirations, your plans or even who you are?
   - Do they give disapproving, dismissive, contemptuous, or condescending looks, comments, and behavior?

 - Accusing and blaming, trivial and unreasonable demands or expectations, denies own shortcomings:

 - Do they accuse you of something contrived in their own minds when you know it isn’t true?
   - Are they unable to laugh at themselves?
   - Are they extremely sensitive when it comes to others making fun of them or making any kind of comment that seems to show a lack of respect?
   - Do they have trouble apologizing?
   - Do they make excuses for their behavior or tend to blame others or circumstances for their mistakes?
   - Do they call you names or label you?
   - Do they blame you for their problems or unhappiness?
   - Do they continually have “boundary violations” and disrespect your valid requests?

 - Emotional distancing and the “silent treatment,” isolation, emotional abandonment or neglect:

   - Do they use pouting, withdrawal or withholding attention or affection?
   - Do they not want to meet the basic needs or use neglect or abandonment as punishment?
   - Do they play the victim to deflect blame onto you instead of taking responsibility for their actions and attitudes?
   - Do they not notice or care how you feel?
   - Do they not show empathy or ask questions to gather information?
 - Codependence and enmeshment:

   - Does anyone treat you not as a separate person but instead as an extension of themselves?
   - Do they not protect your personal boundaries and share information that you have not approved?
   - Do they disrespect your requests and do what they think is best for you?
   - Do they require continual contact and haven’t developed a healthy support network among their own peers?

Psychological Abuse

 - Name calling
 - Yelling
 - Insulting the person
 - Threatening the person or threatening to take away something that is important to them
 - Imitating or mocking the person
 - Swearing at them
 - Ignoring
 - Isolating the person
 - Excluding them from meaningful events or activities

I hope these help honey

~ Bea

Dorne Season 5: New and Improved

So, although I said I wasn’t going to watch this season - and I still haven’t watched the first ep - a friend of mine (show-only person, FWIW) decided to recap episode 1 for me. Well, he got to the moment Doran was murdered by Ellaria/the Sand Snakes … and I honestly thought he was joking. It sounded so, incredibly, obnoxiously stupid that I couldn’t believe this was a real recap. Even people who liked Season 5 were, at best, tepid about the Sand Snakes, and most everyone I saw praised Alexander Siddig in his (admittedly brief) portrayal of Doran. Why would eliminating one of the few largely uncontestably good parts of Season 5’s Dorne subplot and increasing the role of characters hardly well-received by fans make any sense? Why bring Doran back at all? 

Here’s the real problem I have. Dorne in the show is pointless. It doesn’t simply have a bad story; it lacks any cohesive narrative. Doran is reduced from a thoughtful, tragic, overly cautious prince into a barely noteworthy side character without purpose or drive. The Sand Snakes and Ellaria’s motivations are wildly unclear: what do they gain from killing the Prince of Dorne and his heir? The bastard daughters of Oberyn can’t inherit even in permissive Dorne, and nothing demonstrated in the show suggests they represent a larger movement of Dornish restlessness and anti-crown nationalism. They represent only personal vengeance - but, for some reason, decided to wait the entirety of Season 5 to claim that vengeance against Doran (whose antagonism toward them was limited to briefly jailing them for attempting to kidnap and/or kill the princess betrothed to his son - a justified reaction, I think). I’m not saying the Sand Snakes in the book are great characters - but at least they are characters whose motivations are rational, if simple. 

 I think the show made a gross error in focusing on these three Sand Snakes and Ellaria over Arianne. With Arianne, you get both the sensuality that, let’s face it, people in part expect from GoT, while at the same time having a politically active, politically meaningful character. Arianne is the heiress of Dorne; she will inherit when Doran dies. Arianne is a real means of change: Doran knows that she will be a more aggressive Princess of Dorne than he has been a Prince, and Dornishmen can reasonably rally and look to her as someone who could fulfill their nationalist desires and feelings of vengeance. So I’m suggesting what I think would have made a more sensible Season 5 plot for Dorne - making something that works for show-watchers while accurately (or at least more accurately) conveying the spirit of Dorne in AFFC/ADWD. 

Scene 1: Arianne seduces Arys Oakheart - introduces Arianne as the heiress of Dorne, gets Dornish history exposition, shows Arianne as both sexual and politically ambitious, sets up eventual Queenmaker plot. 

Scene 2: Doran watches Trystane teach Myrcella how to play cyvasse. Nice appeal to book readers, demonstrates that Myrcella is both keenly intelligent and a potential player, shows Doran as someone who watches politics rather than engages in it. It would be cute if, at the end of the scene, Myrcella surprisingly beats Trystane - makes her eventual willingness to be crowned Queen a little more sensible if she’s shown to have ambitions of her own. 

Scene 3: Jaime, the envoy from the Iron Throne (taking the Balon Swann role), brings the skull of Gregor Clegane (or, if that’s confusing, Oberyn’s bones). Arianne takes the Tyene/Nymeria role - saying he didn’t die hard enough, seeking vengeance for Oberyn. Doran is more cautious, says this will bring a lasting peace. 

 Scene 4: Doran and Arianne. Arianne airs her concerns that Jaime will attempt to break the Trystane-Myrcella betrothal and that the Iron Throne will turn antagonistic toward them in the wake of Oberyn’s death. Doran chides her for being too eager to start war. Arianne reminds him that all Dorne is eager for war since they’ve kept out of the War of the Five Kings. No real resolution here, but shows the tugging political divide: Doran knows that Dorne doesn’t have the strength to stand against the weight of the Seven Kingdoms, but Arianne represents the bloodthirsty vengeance made so popular in Oberyn. 

Scene 5: Myrcella is brought by Arys Oakheart to Arianne, somewhere not the Water Gardens/Sunspear. Myrcella asks what’s happening. Arianne tells her that her rights are being usurped by Tommen - that in Dorne, the eldest rules whether male or female, and that as the middle child of Robert and Cersei she should now be queen. She, Arianne, offers to make her the queen she is by rights and wed her to Trystane. Myrcella agrees, and the season ends with Arianne placing a crown on her head. 

 This isn’t perfect, obviously, but it is better, IMO, than what we got. Then you could have a real war of the queens: Sansa in the North, Cersei and Margaery in King’s Landing, and Myrcella and Arianne in Dorne. And wouldn’t it be amusing for Cersei that, teased as she was by the “younger more beautiful queen”, she now faces her own daughter usurping her?