no one else of importance

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

about shiro not backing keith’s story in bom: i think there’s other factors that a lot of people overlook. namely, the fact that shiro’s response isn’t just him reacting to an isolated incident–its him finally putting together the pieces after a long time of dealing with constant doubt and concern. because he knows something’s up with keith. in season 2, he’s the only one that does. on two separate occasions, he takes keith aside and tries to talk to him, to ask him what’s wrong, to try and get him to open up. and every time keith shuts him out? you can see the fear on shiro’s face, can see that he feels like they’re slowly drifting apart and he’s losing keith

these two strike me as friends who probably used to tell each other everything. so the fact that keith is refusing to talk now, that he’s forcing this distance between them? shiro doesn’t know what to think. and when he sees keith has this alien knife and is maybe part galra? maybe isn’t even from earth at all? shiro is very quickly finding out that this person he’s very close to, someone who he thought he knew everything about, is quite literally becoming alien. his best friend is suddenly a stranger, and he’s questioning whether he ever even knew him at all  

looking at shiro’s face here, he looks just as panicked as keith. despite how good he is at improvising and acting, he doesn’t even have it in him to scrape together an excuse or cover story. he’s genuinely shocked, and just blurts the words out without thinking. “I…I don’t know”–he hesitates, stumbles. he’s seeing the person he thought he was really close to in a whole new light, and he doesn’t know how to handle it

and keith? when he’s down on the ground, the first thing he says is “Shiro, you know me.” becuase he’s trying desperately to bridge that gap, to make shiro see–to prove that, even if keith’s going through some shit, even if he doesn’t know who he himself is, he hasn’t changed. the person shiro knew is still the same. 

also, look at shiro’s face after that exchange. that doesn’t look like someone who just sold out or distrusts their friend. he takes the time to look at keith and kinda check in, to see how vulnerable and scared he looks (scared because he thinks shiro doesn’t trust him)

before he goes right back to glaring and confronting the bom

he then tells keith theyre leaving and starts walking away. he realizes there’s some kind of conflict here between keith and the bom, so he tries to separate them. if he really didnt trust his friend, he would’ve insisted he either 1 hand over the knife or 2 started asking a bunch of personally invasive questions–after all, this is the person that insisted on morally grey mind control interrogation to extract information from a galra. 

instead, he sees how honestly hurt and confused keith looks, so he gives him some space and tries to quickly remove him from the situation 

and when keith insists on staying? shiro’s worried look in the background there? even if he doesn’t understand what’s been going on with keith all this time, he’s clearly concerned, clearly cares. he backs off a bit and let’s keith say his piece, because he realizes just how much all this means to him. shiro doesn’t interfere again until after he hears keith’s life will be on the line, and immediately tries to get him out of there 

he goes right up to keith’s side when he tries to reason with him, and we get a repeat of that shoulder touch thing these two do so much. shiro especially does this to keith a lot, and it honestly seems like a kind of grounding thing. he reaches out to keith, tries to tell him that whatever’s going on his life isn’t worth it, holds onto him to offer some kind of comfort. the way shiro tries to convince him here reminds me a lot of that thing joaquim said in an interview, about how “shiro is sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” shiro very much tries to do that here, sees that keith is angry and upset and tries to keep him from making a reckless decision. 

was shiro really taken aback and hurt initially? i think so, yes. but once he kinda has a bit of time to recover and think things through he’s still thinking of keith and trying to help him as best he can–this is also why he doesn’t try to stop him again until it’s absolutely necessary, because he respects keith’s volition and understands the importance of that autonomy. when push comes to shove, regardless of the situation, shiro still steps up to protect keith 

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twilight saga meme: [2/5] quotes → new moon, page 534

“This is not the life I would have chosen for myself. I wish there had been someone to vote no for me.”

Red Dahlia - Dishonesty // Lavender - Distrust

A sorta feeling sketch. I might go and finish it at some point cause I really like it + I’ve really wanted to play with flower language for a while! (Not to mention working on foliage/backgrounds!)

Patreon // Commissions

Hello sweeties! Exams are over which means organizing and tidying up my bedroom, some of you asked me how to make it a cute space that you enjoy being so here are some ideas ♥

Your budget:
So before you get started, think about how much money you want to spend or how much time you have. If you can’t afford to have your ‘dream room’ yet, you can do it little by little or save enough until you can give your bedroom a complete makeover!

Think of your vibe/theme:
Do you want it to be dark? cute? boho? maybe around a certain movie or characters? What’s important is that you choose something you know you’ll enjoy and it’ll make you happy, no one else matters!  

Your bed:
So for me this is one of the most important things to consider. Your bedspread is often the biggest part of your decor so find one you like and will not grow out of for a while. You could also buy new pillows or even make some for yourself if you’re crafty!

Painting your walls:
I know it’s not always possible, BUT if you can and your parents will allow it, it makes such a difference! Light colors can make the space look bigger and certain colors give off different moods so think carefully before choosing one. 

Your desk:
If you have a study/DIY/art area, make it the favorite part of your room! it should be a space to keep you inspired, not bored or anxious. I know you’ve seen all the cute desk areas that you wish were in your room but you’re too lazy to get started… :) 

Accesories:
This means fairy lights, pictures on your walls, small plants, candles, rugs or whatever floats your boat. 

*I wrote each one of these personally, so please don’t repost. I hope this helps you! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate on messaging me ^_^ © freepic icon

Love, Yumi 🛏️

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So, no matter what it is, you just have to go with whatever makes you smile, whatever makes you happy, whatever makes you feel enthusiastic, and connected to something… That’s it. That’s everything right there. It doesn’t matter what you are. Just be passionate about it. ( x )

If “Only” It Were So Simple

💁🏻 Here are the different ways the meaning of that sentence can change—depending on where we place “only”:

1. ONLY she told him that she loved him. = No one else told him that she loved him.

2. She ONLY told him that she loved him. = She did nothing else but tell him that she loved him. ⚠️ Alternate translation: She didn’t yell or scream; she merely told him.

3. She told ONLY him that she loved him. = She told no one else but him that she loved him.

4. She told him ONLY that she loved him. =  She didn’t tell him anything else; she said that she loved him and didn’t say anything else. ⚠️ Alternate translation: She told no one else but him that she loved him.

5. She told him that ONLY she loved him. = She said that she was the only person who loved him.

6. She told him that she ONLY loved him. = She said that she didn’t do anything else in life except love him. ⚠️ Alternate translation: She said that she merely loved him but wouldn’t do more than that, e.g., she wouldn’t die for him or marry him.

7. She told him that she loved ONLY him. = She said that she loved no one else except him.

8. She told him that she loved him ONLY. = She said that she loved no one else except him.

Whew! 😅

This “English Game” illustrates the importance of placing words in the proper place. Otherwise, your readers/listeners can easily misunderstand you.

MY OFFICIAL GEMSONA • YEAH JULY • WE BRING THE HEAT • TEAM RUBY •

to all of my poc rpers:

stand strong. do not let your community snuff you out.

remember that this is the first step to your first novel. remember that they didn’t want us to read. remember that they didn’t want us to write.

stand strong.

pay attention to people who trivialize your emotions. cut them out and keep going.

because our voices our important. we provide a perspective that no one else can offer. our words are unique. our images are beautiful. our experiences are valid

stand strong.

when you don’t feel safe i will hold your hand. even if i didn’t like you yesterday, i will love you tomorrow. because i need you here. i will need you on the screen, i will need your novel, i will need your comic: we need you.

when you don’t feel loved i will kiss your cheek. i will remind you that your skin, your lips, your nose, your blotches, your thick thighs, your crooked smile, your jaundiced eyes, are beautiful. and i will encourage you to put them all in your characters. so i can see them on screen someday. so a little kid can look up to them and feel beautiful too.

stand strong. please. do not let them snuff us out. they need us more than they realize. but more importantly:

WE need us. 

so face your fear. face your pain. face the injustice and keep writing.

i love you.

I really think that, at the end of the day, the greatest accomplishment of Black Sails is making us love Thomas Hamilton as much as we do.

I mean, for every other character and every other story they had 4 season to tell it, to develop it, to move it forward, to make us enjoy it - to simply tell it. 

But with Thomas?

They gave us 5 episodes of flashbacks in season 2, after we knew his fate (or we thought we knew) and just some name drop here and then (we get so few mentions of his name, like saying Thomas name would bring his ghost -and everytime it happened the show has been so careful with it.)

And in those 5 episodes they had to a)explain what basically started the main plot of the show b)explain why Flint is so hellbent in going against england and civilization c)making us care enough about Thomas to emphatize with Flint d)make us care enough about Thomas that bringing him back would feel the right thing to do.

And they fucking accomplished all of it!
I always joked how I was ready to go against Englad for Thomas’ sake too. How Thomas’ name was sacred and how some people shouldn’t be allowed to say it (yes, I am talking about Rogers and using Thomas’ name as opening line in the conversation with Flint.)

And look I saw all of us after the possibility of Thomas being alive was thrown at us. I saw how we spent the week after that waiting and wanting an aswer. (Hell, I personally spent all the finale wanting and waiting, I cared more about it than anything else.)

Thomas was always supposed to be one of the most important characters and the fact that they made him such with just so little time shows us how good at telling are story the writers are.

assbutts-and-angelwings  asked:

I don't really have any prompts, but if you look up the Jamilton tag on @midnigtartist's blog, you might get a few ideas! Aimee is complete Jamilton trash, loves the heck outta them

I did just that! The prompt/feeling I got from that is “Jefferson actually likes kids and takes care of Philip for a day when Hamilton loses track of him, causing Hamilton’s entire view of Jefferson as a person to shift”

@midnigtartist Happy birthday! I was already writing this before I learned it was your birthday, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! You’re art is great! Also, I sent you an ask about this but severely underestimated the size of your inbox. If/when you see the anon that sounds suspiciously like this post, feel free to ignore it! 


As much as he’d like it to be the case, Thomas did not at first recognize the kid loitering around the office. He did however, recognize that the kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, if that- and was therefore too young to be standing around anywhere, never mind outside the ‘Washington and Associates’ law firm.

It wasn’t quite time to pack up, but Thomas figured this was more important. Plus, no one else was dealing with it, or even noticing. He saved his work, and stood up.

“Leaving early?” James poked his head up, at Thomas’ movement.

“There’s a kid hanging around outside, it’s distracting,” Thomas explained. James peeked out the window, furrowed his brows, and nodded.

“Don’t take too long,” James reminded, turning back to his work. Thomas rolled his eyes and nodded, even though he knew James’ attention was already back to his work.

The kid jumped when Thomas opened the door, immediately turning around and looking down as if he just happened to be standing there. It wasn’t very convincing.

“Hi,” Thomas pitched his voice, warmer and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic drawl. “You’ve been standing out here for a while, is there anything I can help you with?” Up close, the kid was even smaller. The parents had better be nearby, or Thomas would be having words.

“Uhh,” The kid’s head bobbed up, then straight down, his mass of curls hiding his face. Thomas felt his heart thaw, just a bit- the kid was just shy. Which was fair, given Thomas was a tall, mysterious stranger. Even adults tended to be intimidated. Thomas leaned down, dropping to the kid’s level.

“That’s okay,” Thomas tried to put the kid at ease. “Could you tell me where your parents are, so we can find them?”

“Umm,” The kid started again, but this time he brushed his hair behind an ear and glanced up to Thomas’ chin. “Mom’s at her home, I’m s'posed to be with Dad this week, and he’s s'posed to be here. I think.” He nervously glanced up at the building. “There’s only one Washington law place, right?”

Ah, a divorced kid. “Yes, as far as I’m aware, this is the only Washington law place,” Thomas didn’t want to correct the kid and possibly confuse him. Still, he couldn’t stop an amused smile at the term ‘law place’. “Can you tell me your Dad’s name?”

The kid froze, paling instantly. “U-uh, it’s my Dad, um…” He started shaking. Crap.

Thomas thought quickly. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” He smiled wide, waving his hand in what he hoped was more comforting than dismissive, though he used it in the latter sense far more often. “Could you tell me your name, instead?”

“Oh!”, the kid grinned. “My name’s Philip Hamilton! I’m 8 years old!” Thomas nearly flinched. There was only one Hamilton who worked at Washington’s, and there was no way this was a coincidence. He should have guessed- Hamilton’s divorce was well known in lawyer circles, and now that he was looking for it, the kid’s face bore some resemblance. Standing in front of Thomas was his biggest work rival’s son.

There wasn’t anything for it, though. Thomas was hardly going to just leave the kid out here. “Nice to meet you, Philip. I work with your Dad. My name’s Thomas Jefferson.”

Philip’s eyes lit up in recognition. Thomas had just enough time to worry about what exactly the kid was recognizing. “Jefferson? Dad mentions you all the time! He says you’re really distracting!”

Distracting, huh? Not 'evil’, not 'idiotic’; nor any of the other insults Hamilton would shout to his face? Not even 'bad man’, if he wanted to soften it to his kid? Thomas itched to ply Philip for answers, for what Hamilton really thought; but it was the middle of winter and now was not the time.

“How about we wait inside for your Dad, and you tell me what you’re doing out here?” Thomas spoke cautiously, not sure how Philip would react to being asked to go somewhere with a relative stranger.

Strangely though, Philip’s shyness went straight out the window after his introduction. “Oh! That’s because Dad promised me this time, for real promised, that he’d get off work on time and take me to see a movie! I wanted to make sure he really would, so I looked up 'Washington law’ on google and bussed here all by myself!” Thomas led the way to the building as Philip chattered, small hand immediately latching onto Thomas’ fingers.

“That’s very cool!” Thomas enthused, opening the door and immediately shooting a glare at every person who stared. “Now, your Dad’s out now, the boss sent him to the courthouse to drop something off, but we can wait for him, alright?”

Philip beamed. “Alright! This place looks even cooler than I thought!” He was so enthusiastic, that Thomas couldn’t help but smile back. Hamilton would still be getting an earful, being so unreliable that his 8 year old child felt the need to escape his babysitter and bus through the middle of town to check up on him. Hell, did he even have a babysitter?

Thomas’ work was left, forgotten on his desk. James would clean up for him, this was more important. “What do you say to meeting your Dad’s boss?” He needed to at least explain the situation, after all.

“Mr. Washington? Yeah! Dad says he’s too nosy, and Mom says he’s basically like my second grandpa, even though I’ve never met him before.”

Thomas couldn’t stop the chuckle if he tried. “Did he? You’ll have to tell me more, later.” He joked, but Philip nodded anyways. This was far better than finishing his work.

Alex was determined to keep his promise, for real this time. He was not staying late, and if possible, he would even be home early. Washington owed it to him, for all that free overtime.

Unfortunately, all the owing in the world meant nothing when Washington ordered him to take some important documents to the courthouse, a good half hour away, when the day was nearly over. Alex could never say no to a direct request like that, even if Washington probably would have relented if he explained his circumstances.

No, he could do this and still be out on time, if he drove straight to Philip’s school, instead of back to the firm, first. Alex did so, driving as fast as he reasonably could.

Only, when he did that, Philip had already left, instead of waiting for him. In fact, he had left for the washroom in the last hour of class, and never returned, according to the teacher. Alex barely spared the time to chew them out for not keeping a better headcount, and then he was running off to his car and to home.

Philip wasn’t at home either. Alex started panicking in earnest. He could be anywhere, but why would he? Philip was so excited about going to see the movie, he wouldn’t have just run off today of all days, would he? But he alternative- if Philip hadn’t purposefully run off himself- was far worse. Alex started by doing circles of the neighbourhood, then the local parks.

Alex was focused; so focused that his phone remained in his pocket, battery dead before he’d even realized Philip was missing.

It must have been hours later, the sun starting to set, when Alex finally gave up. He had panicked somewhere early down the line, and never quite stopped. His limbs were shaking. Alex had lost his son.

He didn’t want to even think about the phone call he would have to make to Eliza. But first, he’d check the house again, just in case. Alex wasn’t holding out much hope at this point.

Alex was just stressed enough to miss the strange car behind his in the driveway. He was not, however, too stressed to notice two people sitting in his living room.

“Hamilton, about time!” Jefferson waved his arms enthusiastically, though something sharp glinted in his eyes. Alex’s brain stuttered for a moment at the sight of his coworker/rival relaxing in his home, but then Philip was bounding into his arms.

“Dad! Where the heck where you? Mr. Jefferson’s called you like, a million times!”

“Wha- Philip, where have you been? You weren’t at school, the teachers told me you disappeared, you weren’t at home, I’ve been worried sick, looking for you!” Harsh, panicked words spilled from Alex’s mouth, even as he seized his son in a fierce hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Philip hugged back tight, voice suddenly subdued and guilty. “I just wanted to find you at work, so you’d actually go on time.”

Alex loosened his hug so that he could face Philip directly. “Wait, you what-?” Alex cut himself off, remembering the other person in the room. “Jefferson, why the fu-heck are you here?” Philip’s head poked up at Alex’s accusatory tone, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Nice save,” Jefferson smirked, always as irritating as possible. “Also, is that really the way you want to be speaking to the guy who’s been watching your kid all evening? When I could have been doing anything else with my time?”

There was no reason for Jefferson to be lying. In fact, that answer made the most sense, given that Jefferson had literally been in his home, watching Philip, when Alex got in there. Still though, this was Jefferson. Instinctive denial surged in his chest. “Excuse me-”

“I’m sorry!” Philip shouted again, lip trembling. He wasn’t looking at Alex though, instead facing Jefferson. “I didn’t mean to waste your day!”

Alex’s blood ran cold. That was exactly the opening one could never make to Jefferson- he could never hold back his infuriating sarcastic comments. He was going open his mouth and spout some negative bullshit that would make Philip cry, because Jefferson was an asshole who didn’t have any kids and probably hated them.

Jefferson did open his mouth, but his eyes were suddenly wide, with surprise and maybe guilt- something Alex had never seen him wear. He scrambled off the couch. “No no, I didn’t mean that, Philip! You’ve been great fun!” Jefferson assured, stepping over to crouch in front of Philip.

Philip looked up at him cautiously. Alex held his breath, completely taken aback. “Really?”, Philip whispered, and Alex could hear the tiny smile working its way into his voice.

“Of course!” Jefferson reached a hand over to ruffle his hair. “I got to read all your poems, and you got to hear all about the silly things your Dad does at work! It’s just that your Dad’s back now, so I should probable get going.” He gave Philip a wide grin, full of warmth and life.

Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Jefferson with a smile like that. It did something to his stomach that he’d rather not analyze.

“No! You gotta stay for supper! We can’t do the movie anymore anyways, right Dad!” Philip bounced back, both emotionally and literally, on the balls of his feet.

Alex opened his mouth, searching for an excuse that wouldn’t upset Philip. Then, he glanced over to Jefferson. He was fidgeting, glancing away awkwardly. With a start, Alex realized he must have actually had fun. Somehow, Jefferson was actually really good with kids, if Philip’s excitement meant anything; and now he was standing there, in Alex’s house, looking more awkward and vulnerable than Alex had ever seen him.

“Yeah… yeah, he can stay. If he wants to.” Alex didn’t even want to guess what his face looked like right now. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings looked like right now. It was all a mess of exposed wires, his entire worldview turned on its head.

Jefferson flinched in surprise for a moment, eyes snapping to Alex. Then, he gauged Alex’s pure, undiluted confusion, and a smile slowly took his face, one that more closely resembled the teasing smirks Alex was used to. Now though, it seemed just a little less aggressive than Alex remembered.

“I suppose I can stay and tell your Dad all about how you skipped your last class, looked up his workplace online, and then bussed there all by yourself without telling anybody.” Jefferson shrugged, nonchalant.

“What! Mr. Jefferson, no!” Philip whined, even as he smiled broadly. “I’m gonna get grounded!”

Jefferson laughed. “Well, whose fault is that? You’re a little troublemaker!”

Philip spouted denials in between giggles. Alex felt his paradigm shift further off axis. “I guess I’ll get started,” Alex said, quiet and distant. He stood up and edged his way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Philip continued to chat in his hallway.

Somewhere between numb and completely unsure of himself, Alex turned the oven on and got out a frozen pizza. He took as much time as he could retrieving the round pan and opening the pizza box. Replaying in his mind was the smile Jefferson had made at Philip. His stomach flipped again.

“Hey,” Jefferson’s voice was calm and subdued, but made Alex jump a foot anyways. “I put the TV on for Philip.” He was right behind Alex, nearly crowding him into the counter. “I assume you want to know what’s been going on? No one’s been on the same page today.”

Alex swallowed. It wasn’t the first time Jefferson had crowded him, Alex had realized over time that it was more a matter of not knowing about personal space, rather than an active bid at intimidation. It was also overwhelming, especially now. “Uh,” Alex started, horrified at the squeak his voice made. “I guess not.”

Jefferson smirked- how could he not?- but relented, backing up a step. “It really wasn’t all that crazy. The kid showed up in the last hour of work, and no one else would do it, so I watched him. Tried to call your phone, I’m assuming it’s dead.” Alex dug into his pocket, pulling out a very dead phone. He paled. “No, it’s fine, it’s done.” Jefferson waved his hand dismissively. “I didn’t- I mean, it wasn’t awful.”

Alex paused at Jefferson’s stutter. His ears were pink. Adorable, Alex thought, then shook it from his mind. “Thank you,” he said instead.

“Uhhh,” Jefferson’s ears turned pinker. “No offense, but that sounds so weird coming from you.” Suddenly, he started laughing. “And I just said 'no offense’, which is even weirder!”

Alex snorted. Giggles stumbled their way between his lips, turning into chuckles, then full blown laughter. “Oh my God,” Alex wheezed, “This is so weird!”

Jefferson was howling right beside him. “I know, right?!”

Their laughs petered off, save for a quiet snicker from the distance. Both their heads whipped around- Philip peeked from the doorway. “Dad hasn’t laughed like that in ages,” He said knowingly. “You guys should hang out more. Hey, can Mr. Jefferson come with us to the movie, next time?”

Alex flushed, his mind stumbling to a stop, not sure if it was from the sheer audacity of the question, or how the idea of going out with Jefferson sounded too much like a date. His only saving grace was that it was probably the last thing Jefferson wanted, anyways. It didn’t matter that the sight of him being so nice to Philip did things to Alex’s heart.

“That sounds nice. If your Dad agrees.” Jefferson gave Philip an indulgent smile, then turned to Alex, question standing.  A quiet blush graced his cheekbones as well. He looked so much more attractive- cute, Alex’s brain supplied- when it was open like this. Usually, Jefferson’s appearance was the only attractive thing about him. Alex realized suddenly that he was gone- had been gone the moment Jefferson had revealed a side of himself that wasn’t pure opposition to everything Alex stood for.

“Alright,” Alex agreed. He needed to see where this was going. He was going to figure Jefferson out, or die trying.

Has the LGBTQ community even heard the song “We’re All In This Together”?

The ACTUAL Writing Process

Step 1: Get an idea. Get really excited about that idea. Plan every word of that idea (but don’t actually put it into readable test). Have notes everywhere.

Step 2: Start writing the idea. Use a thesaurus and revise it while you are writing it! Genius!

Step 3: Lose most of your excitement (usually after you forget one word), but keep writing- more or less.

Step 4: Stare at fanart for the au/fandom you’re writing, and possibly make a music playlist for it.

*repeat steps 2-4 as necessary*

Step 5: Either get it to a point where you can be done and publish the garbage can you call writing, or scrap it entirely.


Notes: This process varies from person to person, but this is how most people I know do it.

the little study/organization guide for lazy students

I decided to write this post for those people who don’t have that much motivation to study all day. Even though you’re not that motivated, here you’ll find a minimun of things you can do every day/week/month/trimester/semester that will help you keep organized!

So, the least you should do…

EVERY DAY

  • Do your homework!

I don’t think that’s a secret, but doing your homework helps you knowing if you understood the subject or not, and it’s also a way of revising what you did in class.

  • Clean your workspace!

Even if you don’t have a lot to organize. A clean workspace often makes you feel more at ease, and this way you can actually find your things.

  • Organize your notes!

You should organize every note you took on class when you arrive at home, so later, when you need them to revise, they’ll already be there. Usually I take notes in messily because my teachers speak so fast, so when I arrive at home I rewrite them so I can understand easily later on when I need them.

EVERY WEEK

  • Organize your binders/folders!

Throw away papers you don’t need anymore and add important ones you’ve placed somewhere else. It’ll help you keep organized!

  • Revise!

You can do this twice a week as well, if you feel you need it. Even if you’re not studying for any kind of exam, once a week you should choose a subject and do a big revision: study the most recent arguments making flashcards, summaries, quizzes or any other technique you usually use when you study.

EVERY MONTH

  • Buy new pens/pencils!

Of course, only if you need it. Usually I need more black/blue pens and pencils, but it’s all up to you.

  • Update your calendar!

Write the new important dates: exams, appointments, goals…

EVERY SEMESTER/TRIMESTER

  • New stationery!

When there’s a new semester or trimester I need to buy a few things so I don’t need to ask people to borrow everything once school starts again. Most people need new notebooks for subjects like maths and physics, which make the notebooks end faster.

  • Do a big revision!

Revise every subject so you can remember all the things your forgot while on vacation! Usually I only do this with chemistry, physics and maths but again, it’s up to you!

+ bonus tip:

  • Buy a planner!

That is, if you don’t have one. A planner helps you knowing the work you need to get done for a certain day and it’s where you’ll write important dates.

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I hope this post can help! Please tell me if there’s anything you find important that I didn’t write so I can add it :)

I’m going to be working today and probably not on my phone at all so please someone let me know who takes any of these players

  • Nic Hague
  • Jaret Anderson-Dolan
  • Maxime Comtois
  • Alex D’Orio
  • Michael DiPietro
  • Nikita Popugaev
  • Maxime Fortier (?!)
  • Alex Formenton
  • Cale Fleury
  • Stelio Mattheos
  • Zach Lauzon
  • Tyler Inamoto
  • Jocktan Chainey
  • Cedric Pare
  • Stuart Skinner