most of you have a page!

ways to study for exams that are actually productive
  • use actual note cards for vocab. yes, apps like quizlet are dandy when you’re on the go, but actually physically writing out each note card helps put the information into memory faster than typing them.
  • visual learner? make charts and diagrams. they don’t have to be pretty. the lines don’t have to be perfectly straight. it doesn’t have to be photogenic. but if it helps you learn, do it.
  • after you take notes (in class or at home/from your text book), write down possible quiz questions about the material on the next page while it’s still fresh in your mind. later on when you’re studying for the test, use these questions to gauge what specifics out of that chapter you need to work on the most.
  • start sooner rather than later. i know, you’ve heard this a million times from every teacher ever. but it’s legit. especially as you get into harder level classes and college courses because there is literally so much material that the tests cover that you simply can not accurately learn all of it over night. instead, start about 10 days in advance (but of coarse, the sooner the better).
  • studying doesn’t have to be a big giant study session that takes hours. if you start far enough in advance, study sessions can be around an hour, hell even 45 minutes is a good. if you go too long in one study session your brain will be fried and studying will be pointless because your brain won’t be processing any of it. that’s why it’s important to take breaks and not just cram for 5 hours the night before an exam.
  • actually study. hold yourself accountable and make your education a priority. if you have homework and studying to do, make it a priority over going partying or watching tv. there will be another party. you can dvr your show. you can’t take your test on a later day because you don’t feel ready. so be ready.
  • be careful with study groups. if you have a study group with all of your best friends, lets face it, you’re going to end up spending more time talking about harry styles and supernatural than actually studying. it’s better to have a study group with people who are your friends, but not best friends. and it’s better to keep it between 5-7 people so that everyone can be involved.
  • if the material is just super confusing and you can’t seem to understand it no matter how hard you study, it’s not you. it’s the way you were taught it. each teacher teaches a bit differently, and maybe their style of teaching just isn’t for you. if this happens, find a way that explains it the best for you. for example, if chemistry is just super confusing for you, try watching the Crash Course chemistry videos on youtube or have a friend explain it to you. this will give you a completely different perspective on the material and will help you understand it better.
  • at the end of the day, remember that everything will be okay. studying can be stressful, especially if it’s in a class that you struggle in. but i promise you that you are not the only one who struggles sometimes in school, it’s a part of being human. as long as you actually put in an effort and try your best, be proud of yourself. take a deep breath. and remember: you got this.
Falling in love with Tom Holland in the 50s:

Since the first time you saw him walking through the hallway Because who wouldn’t want to meet Tom in the 50s?

 

Tags: @iamnesta @stormyparker @feeling-straange @cancerous-lizard666 (Tell me if you wanna get tagged!!)


  • He was the popular boy at your school
  • Yet he wasn’t the asshole kind of popular, more like the popular boy who’s lowkey a nerd
  • His hair was always in those kind of curls,some of them were falling on his face somtimes, which made him to push them away every now and then (oh way god you know that video were he pushes his hair back?? I’m dead)
  • Since the first time you saw him walking through the hallway
  • You immediately crushed in him
  • But you surely weren’t the only one
  • Basically every girl would love to even have his attention for themselves
  • Even if it would only be for a few second

 

  • Eventually, you’d have some classes with him
  • Today was Thursday
  • First class of the day: physics
  • You adored physics
  • When you were younger you kind of had some problems with it
  • You always had to have a clear picture in your head to actually understand it
  • But now, you immediately get what the teacher is talking about
  • Electromagnetism
  • One of the most easiest topics in physics
  • While the teacher was explaining everything, you took some notes
  • Some notes aka almost an entire page
  • The teacher was in the middle of explaining when the door suddenly opened

 

  • “I’m so sorry for being late. I had to talk to the principal about something very important.”
  • Tom
  • Your heart started beating a little bit faster
  • “I’ve been informed Mr. Holland, please take a seat. I’m sure one of your classmates will tell you what we’ve been doing.”
  • He nodded, looking around for a place to sit
  • There was one seat left and that was next to Y/N
  • Aka the girl he had a massive crush on
  • He loved how she feather hid behind a book than listening to the gossip all the other girls are talking about
  • She was good at school, some people even called her a nerd
  • It seemed like she never let anything negative get too much of her attention
  • But sometimes, even if it would be for a few seconds, he saw the sadness in her eyes
  • “Hey, do you mind if I sit next to you?“
  • „Uh-uhm.. no, absolutely not.“
  • Oh god why did you have to stutter in the most important moments??
  • Big little did you know that he was as nervous as you were
  • His heart was beating so fast,he was afraid that you could hear it
  • „Can I,uhm, have a look on your notes.“
  • „S-sure.“
  • B L U S H I N G
  • Like from the both of you (a lot of it)
  • After some time he mumbled something
  • „Oh god…“
  • „You’re alright?“
  • „Well, actually.. no I don’t really get this if I’m being honest.”
  • That was the chance you’ve been waiting for
  • “Uhm, do you want me to teach you? This topics of one of my favorites and I could try teaching you.”
  • “You would?!”
  • Loverboys eyes would widen at the words you were saying
  • “Yeah, when are you free?”
  • “Actually, today would be fine with me.”
  • “Alright,uhm.. where?”
  • “My place?”

 

  • Oh my god is this really happening???
  • Is the Tom Holland asking you to come over??
  • He looked at you with a waiting look on his face
  • “Yeah, alright I’ll be the around six if that’s okay with you?”
  • “Sure, yeah. Uhm I’ll see you later Y/N!”
  • “See you later Tom.”
  • As both of your ways separated you from each other, your thoughts didn’t
  • Both of you would have massive smiles on your faces, hearts still beating fast

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Lekku Calendar update

As some of you know, I’ve been working on a Star Wars pin up calendar with alien dudes (all random OCs, no canon characters), code named “Lekku Calendar”. If all goes well, I’ll have a sample and open pre-orders for physical copies in November.

So far I’ve done pages with following species:

  • 1) Togruta
  • 2) Twi'lek
  • 3) Nautolan
  • 4) Devaronian
  • 5) Chiss
  • 4) Pantoran
  • 6) Kalleran
  • 7) Iktochi
  • 8) Zabrak

I have 4 more spots left, so my question to you guys is, what other species you would like to see the most in the calendar? :> I have a few ideas myself, but I’ll take into consideration the most popular answers for sure. New canon species only. Thanks!

UPD. Pls name serious options, Wookies or Ithorians don’t count :p

Midoriya Izuku x Reader Comic

Sunday Morning




asdfghjkl in case you guys were wondering “Acacia? what the fuck? have you been doing?” this was it lol. I finished these three pages about a week??ago?? and I’ve been trying to make the rest which would have been about another 3 pages but I can’t. the art isn’t coming to me and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to finish it. It’s obvi, very hard to draw a reader, so I tried to keep her as hidden as possible and left her color-scheme pretty blank. it’s the first comic I’ve ever made and tbh, the most I’ve ever drawn in general. I really hope you guys like it!! Tell me if you want to see any more of this type of stuff or if this sucked and u don’t want to. Also, if you see anything I should improve on, please tell me!! I probably won’t finish this lmao, it was really just a tester to see how it would play out on my blog.

+ older deku, like post-grad deku

anonymous asked:

Have you considered making a FAQ page and putting a link to it on the mobile description?

Sorry, I don’t have enough space to add it to description in mobile mode. I believe most people are able to access our blog not in mobile mode from time to time.

cattatonically  asked:

Trick or treat - SeiMako

TRICK-OR-TREAT

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

TREAT

“You really want to go Stardust today?”

Makoto smiles at Seijuurou and nods.

“I promised Haru I’d drop off some stuff for him and I won’t have time to run all the way to his apartment today after he gets off work.”

Seijuurou toys with the calendar page floating open in front of him and raises a brow at Makoto.

“Technically I’m booked most of the day but Momo is free to go with you.”

Makoto’s smile morphs into a pout.  The papers on Seijuurou’s desk rustle with unseen wind.  Seijuurou sighs and places paperweights on them.  The wind rustles more, Makoto’s pout turns into a full frown, the paperweights rattle.

“Oh stop already,” Momo says.  He’s propped himself in the doorway with a grin.  “Whatever it is I’ll do it.  He only gets this way when you involve me,” he adds when Seijuurou glares at him.

It’s only when everything in the room stills that Seijuurou even realizes it was all moving.  Makoto spins with a pleased laugh and leaves, pressing a kiss to Momo’s cheek as he passes him.

“See this is why Momo’s my favorite,” he calls out, voice echoing oddly down the hallway.

Seijuurou rolls his eyes and gestures Momo over.  He should know better by now than to try to say no to Makoto.

The restaurant is quiet today.  Seijuurou can sense Futakuchi and Tsukishima somewhere and Nagisa is suspiciously absent so he’s assuming they’re in the back behaving today.  Or at least for the moment.  Which is good because he’d hate to have to make good on his threat to exorcise them to the point where no one can bring them back.  So long as they don’t bother or scare Makoto they can stay so far as he’s concerned.

There’s a new figure, well two to be exact, in the corner booth of the restaurant furthest from the door.  A large black cat eyes him for a moment, eyes Makoto for longer, and then flops dramatically across the table.

“That’s unsanitary,” he notes.  No one seems to hear him - Makoto is busy chatting with Haru and handing over a bagful of stuff that Seijuurou doesn’t know and doesn’t want to know the contents of and Sousuke is in the kitchen cursing at something or someone - but the figure in the corner snorts softly and flicks the cat on the top of its head.

“Told you to stay off the table,” they say softly.  Seijuurou can’t figure out what they are but they’re not a spirit so, really, it’s not his problem if it’s the start of a new infestation of some kind.

His problem or not the figure leaves him unsettled and he sighs softly.

“Ready to go?” he asks.  Makoto looks over at him with a pout, obviously not ready to go, and the plates stacked on the counter clatter ominously.  Makoto startles and look at Haru.  Haru shrugs.

“I should get to work on this anyway,” Haru says.  “I’ll call you later.”

“Which means I’ll call you if I don’t hear from you in a few days.”  Haru shrugs again and starts to dig through the bag.  “Okay Haru.  I get the point.”  

Makoto steps over and hooks his elbow around Sousuke’s, kissing his cheek and leading the way to the door.  The sunlight streaming through the door sparkles as they leave.

“I wonder what trouble he’s brewing now,” Seijuurou mutters, the tinkling of the bell above the door echoing behind them.

“Oh I’m sure it’s nothing too bad.  I mean you know Haru.”

A crash shatters the air and Seijuurou pointedly walks away from the restaurant.

“Yep.  That’s why I was never here today and neither were you.”

“See,” Makoto coos as he slips his hand down to grab Seijuurou’s.  “This is why you’re my favorite.”

Wolf 359 fic: I’ll be next to you when it all falls through

This is set in @thought’s You Crash Standing ‘verse with Minkowski/Koudelka/Lovelace. 2900 words.

It sounded like a good idea, in principle. A mini-break, just the two of them, because god knows they haven’t really done any of that “reconnecting as a couple” stuff yet, and it’s been months now. Sure, the relationship advice blogs Dom’s been checking out on the internet don’t have much to say about your presumed-dead wife bringing home a whole houseful of traumatised misfits with her, and then bringing one of them into your marital bed, but that’s the sort of minor detail you just have to take into account.

Renée has to buy everything new. Actually, Dom does most of it for her, because she half-heartedly looks at a few Amazon pages and then never gets round to going back. He goes as plain as possible, but gets options. Black swimsuit, black bikini, khaki shorts, sunglasses, neutral teeshirts, flip-flops. He’s pretty sure Isabel packs for her but he doesn’t ask, because he’d like to maintain the illusion that his wife isn’t being entirely cajoled into spending time with him one-on-one.

She’s trying her best, he can see that at the airport as she forces away her military posture and buys herself a novel at a kiosk to read on the flight. She checks and rechecks her phone, and grimaces as she sees him looking.

“Here,” she says, brusquely, and shoves it at him.

“You’re allowed to be on your phone,” Dom says. “It’s normal.”

“No — take it.” She forces it on him. “Please. Don’t give it back to me.”

Dom takes it, somewhat reluctantly. “Can you clarify?” he asks. “Are you giving it to me purely because not being on your phone fits into your mental picture of what a holiday should be like, or because you actually want to? And when should I give it back?”

She gives him a quick, tight smile. She’s always appreciated having proper parameters.

Rest of the fic on AO3

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Mucha Comics decided to share these pages on their fb as a preview of their Polish translation of Faust Act - Faustowska Zagrywka (Faust’s/Faustian trick/gambit/serve*). As for now, one thing that is lost is the “we both know how well you look in the sheets” innuendo, which is straight up “bedsheets” here. Also, due to the nature of Polish most bubbles have more lines and feel more elaborately descriptive, but this I blame on Polish wordy nature (in fact I too have tendencies to be wordy in English and other languages due to this, but so did Joseph Conrad)

Did you know that you can actually write a horror WITHOUT vilifying mentally ill people and perpetuating harmful misinterpretations of mental illness and related disorders? Wild, I know

Taking textbook notes is a chore. It’s tedious and boring and sometimes challenging, but hopefully these tips will help you improve your skill and shorten the time it takes you to do textbook notes!

Give yourself time: Realistically, you can’t knock out 30 pages of notes in 20 minutes. Take your time with textbook notes so they’re a good studying tool in the future. The general rule is to take how many pages you have to do and multiply it by 5: that’s how many minutes it’ll take you to do the notes.

  • Also, divide you notes up into manageable chunks to increase your productivity. I am personally a huge fan of using pomodoro timers, and I adjust the intervals for however long I need to.

Skim before you start taking notes: If time is an issue, don’t read your 40 page in depth before even picking up a pen, but make sure you know what you’re reading about by skimming a bit ahead of your notes. Read over section titles, and look at charts, maps, or graphs. Writing and highlighting as you read the chapter for the first time isn’t effective because you don’t know if a sentence will be important or not, so make sure you’re reading a paragraph or section in advance before writing.

Use the format they give you in the book to help take your notes: In a lot of textbooks, there will be a mini outline before the chapter itself that shows all the headings and subheadings. Those will be your guidelines! I find this super helpful because long chapters can be daunting to go into without any structure. If you don’t have one of those, use the headings and subheadings provided for you. If you haven’t already been doing this, it will help you so much.

Read actively: It’s so easy to “read” a textbook without digesting any information, but that is the last thing you want to do. Not only does it make taking notes a million times harder, but you’ll be lost in class discussions because you didn’t understand the reading. To keep from passively reading, highlight, underline, star any important information in the book itself.

  • Have a color coding system for highlighting or underlining and write down a key somewhere (here’s a few that you can adjust for your needs: x,x)
  • Use sticky notes or tabs to mark any questions or important points to come back to

Summarize important information and paraphrase: When taking the actual notes, don’t copy down full sentences word for word. Not only does writing full sentences waste a lot of time, it’s not an effective way to learn. If you can paraphrase the information, then you understand it. It’s also easier to study notes which are in your own words instead of textbook academia writing.

Be selective: You shouldn’t be writing down every fact that comes up in your textbook. If a fact ties into the bigger topic and provides evidence, then it’s probably something to keep, but you don’t need every piece of supplemental information (but do make sure you always write down the vocab). Learn your teacher’s testing style to help you decide what to write down. Could this be on the quiz/test? If the answer is yes, make sure you write it down.

Learn to abbreviate: Just like writing full sentences, writing out full words will waste time. Implement some shortenings (make sure to use ones that you’ll understand later!) into your notes. Some common ones are: b/c=because, gov=government, w/o=without, and here’s a great list of a ton of examples of abbreviations and shortenings.

Answer margin and review questions: A lot of textbooks have margin questions on every page or so that sum up what’s really important about that information. Make sure not to skip them because they’re really helpful for understanding. Write them down and answer them clearly in your notes. Most textbooks also have review questions after the chapter that check for reading comprehension, so make sure to answer those because they’ll show you if you really understood the chapter.

Don’t skip over visual sources: Maps, diagrams, illustrations, charts, and any other visuals in textbooks are so helpful. If you’re a visual learner, these things will be so essential to you and how you understand what you’re reading. Charts, tables, and diagrams sometimes also summarize information, so if you’re a visual learner it might benefit you to copy those down instead of writing it out.

  • Add visuals if it’ll help you: As said above, copying down charts, tables, illustrations, or diagrams can be super helpful for visual learners. They’re clear and concise, so pay attention to them.

Write your notes in a way that’s effective and makes sense to you: Mindmaps, Cornell notes, or plain outline notes are all really good forms of notetaking. Find which one works best for you to understand them and which one is most effective for your class, and use it (stuff on mindmaps and cornell notes).

Combine your class and textbook notes: If you rewrite your class notes, add in information you think is relevant from your textbook notes. Mark anything both your book and teacher said were important–you don’t want to forget any of that. If you don’t rewrite class notes, then put stars next to anything repeated.

The Dos and Don’ts of Beginning a Novel:  An Illustrated Guide

I’ve had a lot of asks lately for how to begin a book (or how not to), so here’s a post on my general rules of thumb for story openers and first chapters!  

Please note, these are incredibly broad generalizations;  if you think an opener is right for you, and your beta readers like it, there’s a good chance it’s A-OK.  When it comes to writing, one size does not fit all.  (Also note that this is for serious writers who are interested in improving their craft and/or professional publication, so kindly refrain from the obligatory handful of comments saying “umm, screw this, write however you want!!”)

So without further ado, let’s jump into it!

Don’t: 

1.  Open with a dream. 

“Just when Mary Sue was sure she’d disappear down the gullet of the monstrous, winged pig, she woke up bathed in sweat in her own bedroom.”

What?  So that entire winged pig confrontation took place in a dream and amounts to nothing?  I feel so cheated! 

Okay, not too many people open their novels with monstrous swine, but you get the idea:  false openings of any kind tend to make the reader feel as though you’ve wasted their time, and don’t usually jump into more meaty action of the story quickly enough.  It makes your opening feel lethargic and can leave your audience yawning.

Speaking of… 

2.  Open with a character waking up.  

This feels familiar to most of us, but unless your character is waking up to a zombie attack or an alien invasion, it’s generally a pretty easy recipe to get your story to drag.

No one picks a book to hear how your character brushes their teeth in the morning or what they’d like to have for dinner.  As a general rule of thumb, we read to explore things we wouldn’t otherwise get to experience.  And cussing out the alarm clock is not one of them.  

Granted, there are exceptions if your writing is exceptionally engaging, but in most cases it just sets a slow pace that will bore you and your reader to death and probably cause you to lose interest in your book within the first ten pages.  

3.  Bombard with exposition.  

Literary characters aren’t DeviantArt OCs.  And the best way to convey a character is not, in my experience, to devote the first ten pages to describing their physical appearance, personality, and backstory.  Develop your characters, and make sure their fully fleshed out – my tips on how to do so here – but you don’t need to dump all that on the reader before they have any reason to care about them.  Let the reader get to know the character gradually, learn about them, and fall in love with them as they would a person:  a little bit at a time.   

This is iffy when world building is involved, but even then it works best when the delivery feels organic and in tune with the book’s overall tone.  Think the opening of the Hobbit or Good Omens.

4.  Take yourself too seriously.

Your opener (and your novel in general) doesn’t need to be intellectually pretentious, nor is intellectual pretense the hallmark of good literature.  Good literature is, generally speaking, engaging, well-written, and enjoyable.  That’s it.  

So don’t concern yourself with creating a poetic masterpiece of an opening line/first chapter.  Just make one that’s – you guessed it – engaging, well-written, and enjoyable. 

5.  Be unintentionally hilarious.

Utilizing humor in your opening line is awesome, but check yourself to make sure your readers aren’t laughing for all the wrong reasons (this is another reason why betas are important.)  

These examples of the worst opening lines in published literature will show you what I mean – and possibly serve as a pleasant confidence booster as well: 

“As the dark and mysterious stranger approached, Angela bit her lip anxiously, hoping with every nerve, cell, and fiber of her being that this would be the one man who would understand – who would take her away from all this – and who would not just squeeze her boob and make a loud honking noise, as all the others had.”

– Ali Kawashima

“She sipped her latte gracefully, unaware of the milk foam droplets building on her mustache, which was not the peachy-fine baby fuzz that Nordic girls might have, but a really dense, dark, hirsute lip-lining row of fur common to southern Mediterranean ladies nearing menopause, and winked at the obviously charmed Spaniard at the next table.”

– Jeanne Villa

“As I gardened, gazing towards the autumnal sky, I longed to run my finger through the trail of mucus left by a single speckled slug – innocuously thrusting past my rhododendrons – and in feeling that warm slime, be swept back to planet Alderon, back into the tentacles of the alien who loved me.”

– Mary E. Patrick

“Before they met, his heart was a frozen block of ice, scarred by the skate blades of broken relationships, then she came along and like a beautiful Zamboni flooded his heart with warmth, scraped away the ugly slushy bits, and dumped them in the empty parking lot of his soul.”

– Howie McClennon

If these can get published, so can you.

Do:

1.  You know that one really interesting scene you’re itching to write?  Start with that.

Momentum is an important thing in storytelling.  If you set a fast, infectious beat, you and your reader will be itching to dance along with it.  

Similarly, slow, drowsy openers tend to lead to slow, drowsy stories that will put you both to sleep.

I see a lot of posts joking about “that awkward moment when you sit down to write but don’t know how to get to that one scene you actually wanted to write about.”  Write that scene!  If it’s at all possible, start off with it.  If not, there are still ways you can build your story around the scenes you actually want to write.

Keep in mind:  if you’re bored, your reader will almost certainly be bored as well.  So write what you want to write.  Write what makes you excited.  Don’t hold off until later, when it “really gets good.”  Odds are, the reader will not wait around that long, and you’re way more likely to become disillusioned with your story and quit.  If a scene is dragging, cut it out.  Burn bridges, find a way around.  Live, dammit. 

2.  Engage the reader.

There are several ways to go about this.  You can use wit and levity, you can present a question, and you can immerse the reader into the world you’ve created.  Just remember to do so with subtlety, and don’t try too hard;  believe me, it shows.  

Here are some of my personal favorite examples of engaging opening lines: 

“In the beginning, the universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move." 

– Douglas Adams, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

"It was the day my grandmother exploded.”

– Iain Banks, Crow Road.

“A white Pomeranian named Fluffy flew out of the a fifth-floor window in Panna, which was a grand-new building with the painter’s scaffolding still around it. Fluffy screamed.”

– Vikram Chandra, Sacred Games.

See what I’m saying?  They pull you in and do not let go.

3.  Introduce us to a main character (but do it right.)

“Shadow had done three years in prison. He was big enough and looked don’t-fuck-with-me enough that his biggest problem was killing time. So he kept himself in shape, and taught himself coin tricks, and thought a lot about how much he loved his wife.”

– Neil Gaiman, American Gods.

This is one of my favorite literary openings of all time, because right off the bat we know almost everything we need to know about Shadow’s character (i.e. that he’s rugged, pragmatic, and loving.)   

Also note that it doesn’t tell us everything about Shadow:  it presents questions that make us want to read more.  How did Shadow get into prison?  When will he get out?  Will he reunite with his wife?  There’s also more details about Shadow slowly sprinkled in throughout the book, about his past, personality, and physical appearance.  This makes him feel more real and rounded as a character, and doesn’t pull the reader out of the story.

Obviously, I’m not saying you should rip off American Gods.  You don’t even need to include a hooker eating a guy with her cooch if you don’t want to.  

But this, and other successful openers, will give you just enough information about the main character to get the story started;  rarely any good comes from infodumping, and allowing your reader to get to know your character gradually will make them feel more real.   

4.  Learn from the greats.

My list of my favorite opening lines (and why I love them) is right here.

5.  Keep moving.  

The toughest part of being a writer is that it’s a rare and glorious occasion when you’re actually satisfied with something you write.  And to add another layer of complication, what you like best probably won’t be what your readers will like best. 

If you refuse to keep moving until you have the perfect first chapter, you will never write anything beyond your first chapter.  

Set a plan, and stick to it:  having a daily/weekly word or page goal can be extremely helpful, especially when you’re starting out.  Plotting is a lifesaver (some of my favorite posts on how to do so here, here, and here.)

Keep writing, keep moving, and rewrite later.  If you stay in one place for too long, you’ll never keep going. 

Best of luck, and happy writing.  <3

New XKit 7.8.0

Welcome to the future! New XKit 7.8.0 is a comprehensive update of our base extension for Firefox, Chrome, and Safari with a bunch of improvements. New XKit is now fully a WebExtension on both Firefox and Chrome, which allows us to share the browser support code between both platforms. Most importantly, this means that your XKit will continue working on Firefox Quantum.

New XKit 7.8.0 should be automatically downloaded for you through your browser’s normal update process.

Note for Firefox users: You must already have New XKit 7.7.7 or higher for your data to be automatically transferred to 7.8.0. If you have a lower version, download 7.7.7′s xpi first at its release page. If you run into any trouble, follow the steps in this new-xkit-support post.

Also for Firefox users: If you have problems with One-Click Postage after updating, don’t worry—we’ve got you covered. Check out this post on new-xkit-support for more information.

Don’t want to wait for your XKit to automatically update? Check out 7.8.0′s release page for the version of XKit suitable for your browser.

As always, if you have any questions, you can stop by our live support chat (on Discord), swing by our always open ask box, or even send us fan mail!

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So Mal’s actually pretty good with kids and will use every opportunity to boost Preston!! 

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2017.07.01. | Happy birthday, child!

summersaltturn  asked:

"Have anyone told you you have the most intimidating nostrils I've ever seen?"

“Yeah, I won an award, junior year,” Derek answers, frowning at his new IKEA (bought and built, all in a soft Henley sweater; Stiles knows, he supervised) book-shelf, like he hasn’t just finished a seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts. A seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts alone.

Derek Hale: epic nerd and assembler of easy-to-build IKEA products. Of course, Stiles thinks, cursing his stupid Professor and DIY kinks. Why not? The worst part is, he doesn’t even think those kinks are sexual. It’s just….a thing. That he has. A Derek thing. The Butterflies That Live In His Stomach were trying so desperately to move on with their lives, too. They’d shopped around. Hired a real-estate agent. They were ready, goddammit!  

Derek settles on a book - Stiles is pretty sure it also has the word ‘artefacts’ in the title - and sighs, all feigned nostalgia, and glances over his shoulder. “It was a golden nose, too. Across the bottom it said,” he pauses, grinning, “Stiles Stilinski needs to get a life.”

Stiles opens his mouth, clutches his chest, because rude much? Is it his fault Derek’s nostrils belong in some kind of anatomy museum? Is it his fault his Saturday nights are spent playing video games in his underwear, when his week days are spent chasing down monsters and researching things like how Scott and Erica managed to contract chicken pox when stabbing them does, like, nothing? (Except get Erica excited because she’s a beautiful, terrifying weirdo.) The moment he tries to tell Derek this, however, a copy of - is that Pride and Prejudice? - is thrown at his head. 

Stiles doesn’t know if he’s more offended when Derek rolls his eyes when it misses him, or the concerned look that crosses his face when the book sails past him and lands in an empty pizza box, like Derek is worried if it’s okay or not. 

And to think, Stiles was going to screw up his courage and finally invite Derek to see a movie this weekend. In an actual theatre. Where people go to be normal. Well, the laugh is on Derek because Stiles is going to buy the big popcorn and he’s going to enjoy it all on his own. 

Yeah, that’ll show him. 

~

“Has anyone ever told you your eyebrows could star in a disturbing kid’s movie about caterpillars?” 

Stiles is drunk. No, he’s wasted. Hammered. Loaded. Completely and utterly shit faced. Which is probably why instead of ending up on his ass on the floor, Derek just pinches the bridge of his nose, tips his head against the back of the couch and says, “what.” Not even a hint of inflection.

This dude, Stiles thinks, and then laughs because, ohmygod, Derek is this dude now. Not that dude or whoa, what are you doing crawling through my window, dude? but this dude. And that’s kind of beautifully heart warming, in its own way. 

Really, Stiles should write into Hallmark. It could be a trilogy. A Gay Trilogy ™. Bisexuals on ice. Except, without the ice because Stiles doesn’t know how to skate. Can Derek skate? Stiles totally bets Derek can skate.   

Speaking of Derek, he’s got this little crinkle on his forehead now, right between his eyebrows, and man, they really are very nice eyebrows. Animated but nice. A little dramatic but nice. Murderous but nice.

“What,” Derek says again, looking more confused than annoyed by the second. Stiles really wants to kiss him.

Instead, he stares. Stares and stares and stares.

Shit.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, he begins laughing uncontrollably and before he knows it, he’s clutching his sides and has his face pressed against Derek’s chest, because the hilarity is killing him. 

Because this is them now. Drinking peach-snaps at Derek’s loft, on a couch filled with throw pillows. Throw pillows. One is even soft and pink and frilly and another has a picture of the pack on it. Granted, no one is looking at the camera but Derek, Boyd and Kira and Derek is not so much looking at the camera as yelling at Stiles (holding the camera) for eating his secret stash of cookies, but it’s nice. It’s a nice picture. There is a plain black pillow too, of course. Somewhere. Stiles might be sitting on it, actually. He figures one can only expect so much when it comes to sour-wolves but Erica glued little cat ears on it last week and Derek said nothing. Fuck, he’d even smiled.

It says a lot about what a secret softie Derek is when it comes to vulnerable, drunk-ass people, because he doesn’t push Stiles away; just lets him laugh and laugh until he passes out, drooling on his chest. 

When Stiles wakes up, Derek’s sweater is pretty soaked through but he hasn’t moved an inch. He does, however, tell Stiles he snores like a deranged goose and that he owes him a pastry later.

He doesn’t even ask for a specific kind, Stiles chastises in his head, falling back to sleep. He’s in love with a pastry idiot. 

~

“Do you know when you smile, you brighten up the whole damn room?”

The question clearly catches Derek off guard because he falls head first…into a duck pond. 

Stiles’ first reaction is to jump in after him - he hates to admit it, but he gets a little nervous around water when Derek is with him; there have been several incidents where he’s unconsciously grabbed Derek’s hand in order to drag him away from pools and, one time, a very large puddle - but when Derek emerges, wearing his someone is about to die face, Stiles can’t be held accountable for the way he falls to the ground because, yup, that’s a tiny, outraged duckling perched on top of Derek’s head.   

“Oh my god,” he yells, rolling onto his back and kicking his legs in the air. He feels like a kid, grabbing his stomach, water practically pouring from his eyes. This was, quite possibly, the best day of his life.

Normally, Derek would be yelling threats - several, in fact, some in Spanish because he’s a show off - but he just stands there….in the middle of a fucking pond. The duckling is still sitting on his head, like he or she plans to set up home there and it’s so adorable Stiles thinks he actually coos out loud.

Still, Derek still doesn’t say anything. Not even when Stiles coos again, very, very deliberately. (And Scott said his middle name could never be Danger, pffft.) Stiles can’t actually guess what Derek is going to do but he doesn’t care. He looks a strange cross between wanting to murder someone - namely, Stiles - and a little kid who was told they couldn’t get a puppy only to get one on Christmas day anyway. 

Mostly, he just looks lost. And wet. Very, very wet. Somewhere out there, someone is playing It’s Raining Men and Stiles wants nothing more than to share this glorious moment with them. He’s just in the process of taking out his phone to at least snap a photo to send to the pack when - 

“Did you mean it?” Derek asks, and man, those water droplets just keep on running, don’t they. 

Stiles grins. “Did I mean for you to fall into a pond and adopt a new feathered friend? No but I think we can all agree-” 

Stiles.” 

Derek growls and it would be effective - at least in getting Stiles to help him out of the pond - if it wasn’t for the fact his ears were turning a little pink. A lot pink, actually and - 

Oh.

Sitting up, Stiles drags his butt over to the edge of the pond.

“Yeah,” he says. “I meant it. I mean, smiles can’t literally light up rooms, I know that, but when you smile it’s like…” He sighs and flaps his arms, suddenly nervous, hitting Derek in the process. The duckling practically glares at him and Stiles briefly wonders if he has competition here. 

Right. Better make this good then. He clears his throat. 

“It’s like, everything just makes sense for a little bit, you know? I look at you and it’s not that smiling is rare for you, at least not anymore, but it’s still pretty thrilling to see it and when you do I’m like, that’s some quality shit right there but then I get confused because it’s like, do I wanna punch it? Kiss it? Pet it? Who knows. Usually it depends on what you’re wearing.” 

Derek blinks and Stiles groans because, yeah, he just said that out loud. In real time. To Mr McGrumpy himself. Who is currently not reacting.

Great.

“Uh, I mean,” he attempts to correct himself but it’s too late. Derek is already slowly pulling him in and pressing his lips to his in what is the single most innocent, chaste kiss of Stiles’ life - because, you know, duckling and head movements - but somehow, it still manages to be perfect. 

“Nice,” Stiles whispers, after, waggling his eyebrows.

Derek snorts and kisses him again.

~

“Turn it off,” Derek whines, nuzzling further into Stiles’ neck. “This is why I leave my phone in the kitchen. Like we discussed.

Stiles tries to swat him, ends up kissing his temple. Sue him, he’s tired. “Says the person who can afford to leave their phone in the kitchen. We don’t all have supernatural hearing, asshole.”

Derek whines again. “You also have the worst taste in ringtones.”

Stiles gasps, suddenly sitting up. Well, he tries to. When your boyfriend is made of muscle and is half lying on top of you, it makes moving a lot more difficult. Not that Stiles is really complaining. Much. “I’ll have you know Bushes of Love is a Star Wars parody classic.”    

Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles can feel it, says, “just answer it, sweetums.” 

“Ugh,” Stiles grimaces, “I already told you I’m sorry for the pet-name thing. It was an accident!”

“Calling me your ‘slutty buddy’ in front of your dad was meant as a pet name?”

“It sounded better in my head!”  

Derek groans and wraps an “exasperated” arm around Stiles’ waist. Oh. So. Exasperated. Stiles grins. “Answer. Your. Phone.” 

Stiles finds his phone on the fifth try.

He has fifteen missed calls, all from Erica. Texts too. Every single one is a link to some article online, followed by a string of heart and eggplant emojis.   

Young Love and the Ugly Duckling’,” Stiles reads, clicking on the link. “Uhhh, Derek?” He prods him. 

What.” 

There’s a picture of us in the online Beacon Gazette,” looking into each other’s eyes, like a pair of love sick fools, Stiles wants to add because, wow, is he really that obvious when he looks at Derek? To be fair though, Derek isn’t much better and he is the one with an angry bird on his head.

He prods Derek again and again until he finally gives in, makes him look at the phone. 

“Huh,” he says, blinking at it. “Fred looks pretty pissed that I’m kissing you.” His face breaks out in a smug grin and Stiles rolls his eyes. Hard. 

“You are aware Fred is a duckling, right?” 

“Yes.” Derek grins harder, showing all his teeth, although his cheeks do colour slightly when he catches Stiles’ eye. 

Stiles sighs, totally not fond. “They couldn’t have come up with a better title, though?” he asks, brandishing his phone. “The Ugly Ducking, really?” 

Yeah,” Derek says, frowning. “I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to call you ugly.” He laughs and Stiles smacks him across the chest with a loud, “hey!”

They both turn back to look at the picture. 

“We look so stupid,” Stiles whispers, shaking his head and biting his thumb. We fit, he thinks. We look like we fit. 

Leaning in, Derek smiles at him. “We do,” he agrees, burying his face back into the warmth of Stiles’ neck, muttering something about home and content and stupid Star Wars parodies.

Stiles snaps a selfie, captions it goals, and sends it to Erica. 

Im disappointed at what they did to the Bowers gang in the movie

I understand that you can’t have all the details in a movie adapting  a 1000 pages book. But they left out all the humanizing traits of Belch and Victor (or dehumanizing in the case of Patrick) and even Henry

So in the Book:

Belch:  Sacrifices himself to save Henry, he decides to die so his friend can live! imagine a 13 boy making that decision, He definetly was a loyal friend and didn’t follow Henry only out of fear.

 His death went from sacrificing his life for his friend to die at his hands…the exact opposite… and that is what i hated most of all

Victor:  Approached the losers with the initial attempt to join them but changed his mind and instead warned them of Henry’s growing brutality. 

Patrick: One of the most interesting and evil characters in the book:  In the novel, Patrick is notoriously difficult to scare because he thinks he is the only real person in the world therefore he has no sense of fear, so much so that IT had a hard time figuring out which form to take.

Henry:  The gay scene with him and Patrick give us a glimpse into the gay sexual repression that happend in the 50′s he may be gay but knowing that his father is extremely homofobic (among other things) he may have hated himself for thinking there is something wrong with him. And oviously is a very difficult situation to be in. and a lot of teenagers with unsuportive families and friends have been lead to commit suicide

as and adult:  he to apologised to Belch for leaving him to die at the hands of It. showing that he really cared for him

what i hated the most of all is Henry killing Belch and Vic. That for me was the worst

they were bullies and assholes but they were friends and cared for each other 

I’m 87 years old…I only eat so I can smoke and stay alive.. The only fear I have is how long consciousness is gonna hang on after my body goes. I just hope there’s nothing. Like there was before I was born. I’m not really into religion, they’re all macrocosms of the ego. When man began to think he was a separate person with a separate soul, it created a violent situation.
The void, the concept of nothingness, is terrifying to most people on the planet. And I get anxiety attacks myself. I know the fear of that void. You have to learn to die before you die. You give up, surrender to the void, to nothingness.
Anybody else you’ve interviewed bring these things up? Hang on, I gotta take this call….. Hey, brother. That’s great, man. Yeah, I’m being interviewed… We’re talking about nothing. I’ve got him well-steeped in nothing right now. He’s stopped asking questions.
—  HDS