my nursing school

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nearly witches // panic! at the disco

so i have a few headcanons about dex, nursey and chowder when they were in high school lmao 

dex:

  • of course, he was ace at classes like woodwork and metal work!! sometimes he’d fix up the other students’ projects if/when they struggled with them. some students said he was a better teacher than the actual teacher
  • said he hates freshmen but never hesitated to help them find their classes or roast assholes who picked on any of them
  • cried when he got detention once
  • could solve a rubik’s cube….really fucking quickly
  • was one of the people who would complain about group projects and how he always had to work, but tbh he preferred it that way bc no-one did things exactly how he liked them 

nursey:

  • used to read books as he walked to classes. he was that kid who walked into poles/walls/various infrastructures bc he always had his head in a book
  • his ringtone was u can’t touch this by mc hammer. he also never turned his phone off in class
  • had reeeeeeeeeeeally neat handwriting. like, handwriting that would make teachers come get him to write on the board. it looked like the elaborate font on word.
  • had 10000 snapchat streaks, even with classmates he had never talked to
  • his proposed solution to literally every problem was to take a nap
  • was in a group chat for every single class??? sent memes when people asked what the homework was

chowder: 

  • all the lunch ladies fucking adored him?? no-one knows why but who can blame them tbh.
  • probably fed stray animals in the street. probably also tried to take them home with him
  • could do the macarena like nobody’s business
  • everyone wanted to be in his group for group work bc he was just so nice and welcoming of everyone’s ideas
  • tagged all his friends in wholesome memes 24/7 - likewise, everyone also tagged him in wholesome memes
  • never had any pencils, he either always lost them or lent them to people

my brain when i turn a corner too fast: where do you think YOU’RE verti-going? (slams my face into a brick wall)

11.16.17
- 39/100 days of productivity -
• back in my study space, trying to motivate myself to finish strong before finals
• went to my placement
• still working on my presentations lol, i am not looking forward to presenting next week 😅
*calendar from @emmastudies 💛

“Dude. It’s paintings and poetry. Together. It’s ‘swasome as hell. Da Vinci said it himself — painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”

“Wow. You have all quotes just ready to go, don’t you?”

“Nah, I just opened my book on a random page,” Nursey said, one arm still wrapped around Dex’s shoulders, and showed Dex the page he had read the quote from, making his defense partner snort. It was a side note, written in italics and underlined with a purple marker by Nursey — purple pen meant personal interest, Dex knew already. Just like he knew the red pen was for important stuff, the blue pen was for additional notes, the yellow marker was for the stuff his professor deemed especially important, and the green pen was to underline the lines in poems that were just “mad chill”. Dex had his colored pens right down to an art already and pretended that it wasn’t weird to know so much about Nursey’s studying habits.

“I’d read you one of the poems, but I thought you wouldn’t get it,” Nursey chirped as he finally closed the book. His arm was still around Dex’s shoulders. It was … nice. Weirdly nice.

“You got that right,” Dex chuckled. Seriously, Painting as Poetry? It sounded like a douchey book, assigned for a douchey class. No wonder Nursey was so over the heels for it. “Aren’t those artsy poems meant to be looked at, anyways? Not read out loud? If I remember anything from high school, that shit just sounds weird spoken out loud. Like a broken record.”

“Meh, I guess. But they’re pretty to look at,” Nursey shrugged. His arm was still around Dex’s shoulders. It was getting infuriating. Infuriating in a whole different way than Nursey’s presence usually was.

Dex tried to pretend he didn’t mind, though. In fact, he was almost afraid to move, aside from walking, in case he accidentaly ended this whole new, getting along thing they had going. They were always just one wrongful curve away from an argument, albeit that curve started to getting farther and farther away with each conversation, and he was just curious to see how long it was able to go. It was pure science.

Besides, it was nice. In a way he could all too easily get used to.

My boss called me “Tyrone” on accident (My name is Tyrand). She apologized and bought me lunch to make up for it. I didn’t think twice about it, since I’m used to getting called every variant of “Ty-(fill in blank here)”. Then later on I read a quote she keeps in her work area that made me feel kinda special.

“During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘Hello’.”

I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.“

11.13.17
- 36/100 days of productivity -
• didn’t feel motivated but i did rewrite notes for biology and nursing class
this week has been beyond stressful and terrible, the worst weekend of the year by far.
• listening to “glorious sons - everything is alright” (recommended by my brother)
*hope you guys are doing okay and if not, you’re not alone. i’ve never felt this helpless and blue… but i’m hoping things will get better!

Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PART 4.

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: So this wasn’t the entire thing I wanted to release, but I didn’t have time to write up everything, and I wanted to leave an update for you all before I left. I’m travelling to Greece for a week and a half on vacation, so I won’t be able to update/write x) and I didn’t want to leave you all hanging…too much. Soo here’s some important and much needed fluff <3 Prepare for more of the mystery and action when I return! Muahaha ~

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           "Yoongi!“

           Yoongi grinned widely as you hurried towards him, dressed in an adorable dress, with your hair done more carefully than you usually did for school. It was all for him, and his heart welled up happily at the thought.

           You stumbled into him giddily, and he steadied you with his hands at your waist coolly. You blushed and smiled shyly. And he couldn’t help it, with you looking so adorable, so he leaned down and kissed you sweetly.

           "Yoongi. People are…” You glanced around worriedly.

           His grin simply widened as he stole another kiss from you.

           "You should know by now, I don’t really care about other people.“

           You chuckled as you cupped his face and kissed him. "Let’s pretend that you don’t then.”

           He intertwined your fingers as you two strolled down the streets.

           "So are you really going to make me try lamb skewers?“ You scrunched your face.

           "Um yes. It’s the best. And you need to try the best.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

           You glanced over at him and smiled. “You look good with a beanie.”

           "I look good with everything.“ he smirked and you smacked his arm.

           "Your ego is killing the mood, Yoongi.”

           He chuckled. “I like when we’re ourselves like this.”

           Your lips curled up. “Me too.”

           He studied you up and down. “Did you fall?”

           "What?“

           "Your knees are a little bruised.”

           You blushed. “Oh…yeah. I had a clumsy moment.”

           "No one’s been giving you a hard time right? Now that everyone knows we’re dating?“ Yoongi questioned.

           "No. Of course not.” You giggled. “Who would dare touch Min Yoongi’s girlfriend?”

           "Damn right.“ Yoongi grinned.

 

           You scrunched your face as Yoongi waved the lamb skewer in front of your face.

           "Just do it! I promise. One bite and you’ll be hooked.”

           "But I heard people didn’t like it!“ You complained.

           "But you won’t know until you try!” he urged.“Open.”

           Cautiously, you opened your mouth and took a small bite. Immediately, your eyes lit up and Yoongi cackled smugly.

           "What’d I say?“

           "Shut up.” You grabbed the skewer from his hand with a huff.

           "When we’re old enough to drink, we’re coming back and eating these with soju.“

           "And grilled meat!” You added.

           Yoongi chuckled as he rested his chin on his palm, staring at you eat endearingly. “And that is why you’re the chosen one.”

           "The chosen one?“ You raised an eyebrow.

           "The chosen one to be deemed my girlfriend.” he grinned.

           You rolled your eyes. “What did I do to deserve this honor?”

           "Hand.“ Yoongi called out.

           "I’m not a dog.”

           "Just do it.“

           You opened your palm curiously. He chicly placed a sterling silver chain with a slender ring looped inside, into your hand. He blushed as he shyly watched your reaction. He had never been good at giving presents, but when he had seen this, he knew he had to get it. He wanted to get it for you.

           "Is this…?” Your eyes glanced up at him in awe.

           Yoongi averted his eyes and pulled his own identical ring from underneath his shirt.

           "Oooo ~ Min Yoongi.“ You teased. "I didn’t know you liked couple things ~”

           He huffed, embarrassed.

           You pulled your hair up, and smiled at him expectantly. “Shouldn’t you put it on me like in the dramas?”

           "You can just put it on yourself though.“ he grumbled, but still grabbed the necklace, making his way behind you.

           After it was hooked and fastened, you turned and pulled his face down to plant your lips against his gratefully. He smiled into the kiss, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

           But suddenly, you began fading from his grip and he was left in darkness, calling out your name worriedly.

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