To earn a degree. There are barely any jobs that offer positions to people without a degree, or are on the path of obtaining one.
To prove people wrong. That science teacher that said you’ll never make it in the medical field? Make him eat his words.
To prove yourself wrong. Every student has doubts on whether or not they can be good enough in the classroom. Prove yourself wrong, and always be better than you were yesterday.
This is a privilege. Regardless of how much you believe that you HAVE to do this, to some extend you don’t. Realize that you have the privilege of an education even being an option for you.
Take advantage of what you’re capable of. Don’t waste a perfectly intelligent mind.
More money. That degree can do wonderful things to your bank account in the future.
It’s interesting. Studying can get pretty boring, but there are always those topics that spark your curiosity and motivate you to learn more.
It’s attractive. Not everyone cares for someone who is academically gifted, but a partner who is eager to learn makes me eager to take my pants off.
It’s useful. That random fact that you read in a random textbook can stick with you and really end up helping you out one day.
It’s fun to know useless shit sometimes.
To make your parents proud. This is one of the main reasons I study. My parents have always been aware of my capabilities and have pushed me to be academically better every year. They know I have big dreams, and I just want to achieve them so they can know that their child made it.
To make myself proud. This goes along with number four. Knowing that you accomplished something, however small or big the thing may be, is a huge self-esteem booster.
To be independent. There’s nothing quite like knowing that you don’t need someone else’s job, degree, intelligence, or presence to make you successful.
To pursue your passion.
To gain knowledge. Whether its in your field, or a completely different one, being knowledgeable is just downright fun.
People will look up to you. Your siblings, your best friends, and your classmates may see you consistently studying, and it could motivate them to do the same.
To make a name for yourself. “Oh yeah, (insert name here), I know them. Aren’t they like really successful now?”
To become your own role model.
To be able to pay off your student loans.
Because the long nights and excessive coffee will all be worth it. Even if it doesn’t seem like it now.
To exercise your brain. Your brain is just like a muscle, and like the body it needs to be exercised.
To improve your hippocampus. Your hippocamus is responsible for memory, and if you study your memorization will become significantly better.
To not waste time doing useless stuff.
Because stationary is amazing. I could spend a whole paycheck on just pens.
Because notes are actually all so pretty.
To be productive. I used to spend a lot of time on social media, and although I still do, the amount of time I spend studying and getting stuff done has definitely increased.
So classes will be easier.
So tests will be easier.
To impress your professors. Get those letters of recommendation!
So the anxiety of getting a bad grade is sufficiently decreased. I constantly worry about my grades, but studying has helped me not worry so much.
Because coffee exists.
There is no other atmosphere quite like the inside of a library.
So you won’t have to retake a class. Failing a prerequisite for your major really sucks, so maybe try not failing the first time around. This also saves you a lot of money because you won’t have to pay for the class again.
Finals week won’t suck as bad. You’ll be used to studying so when finals week comes around it wont nearly be as stressful as for those students who are now opening a textbook.
You won’t go to as many college parties. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for socializing and having fun, but a lot can go wrong at a college party very quickly. And there’s no better way to prevent that, than just not going to the party cause you’re reading your economics textbook.
You’ll get used to FOMO. Fear of Missing Out. Every teenagers nightmare. Eventually, you’ll get used to the feeling.
You’ll be getting the most out of your college experience. You’re paying for these classes. Might as well try your best to pass.
You’ll get used to not getting enough sleep. So, if you decide to go to grad school you’ll have that department covered.
There’s really good study music out there.
I guarantee there will be at least 5 places on campus, or around you that are perfect for studying, and you’ll want to go there everyday.
You’ll become a pro at writing essays, or lab reports.
You’ll learn fairly quickly that study groups rarely work.
You’ll make a lot of friends that are just as passionate about studying as you are. And you will cherish them.
Beauty and Brains. Don’t you want to fit that description?
Thousands of students before you have done it, so you can too.
You can run a studyblr. Aren’t they the cutest?
You get really good at time management.
Sleep becomes 5x more satisfactory after a night of studying.
Because you want to. There’s no better motivation for studying, than the motivation that comes from within.
I accidentally hit post on this before finishing lol and I’m late again it’s 12:29am April 20
What motivates me is that if someone else can do it, I can too. Even though I’m a woman and a minority, in America today I have all the same opportunities as anyone and I am just as capable. It’s empowering believing this ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
I went to the gym finally today. I didn’t want to go but I ended up going and it was actually satisfying lol. I also played tennis!
Anyways I’m still not done with the pre-lab write up that’s due tomorrow before lab :L so I’m going to go do that right now fml
19.12.2016 Sorry I haven’t posted any original posts in a while. After exams finished I kind of fell off the grid - I was house-sitting for a month and now that I’m back home I figure it’s a good time to start back up with my bullet journal. I have some good news though! I got my exam results and I passed all my units! So it’s official, I’m going to be graduating in March! I’m so happy I can hardly believe it, I can finally relax for real now.
How did Rosethorn and Lark get together, and how long have they been together?
A lot of you are asking variations on this question, so I’ll answer the first one I received!
A coughing sickness broke out in the Mire, and the people who were taking care of the sick were overwhelmed. Lark was living there at the time, and she came to help. She got sick.
Rosethorn came to do medicines and noticed her. Even though Lark was sick, she would do her best to tumble for the children who were sick, until she wasn’t able to any more. Rosethorn liked her. She’d look in on her when Lark was in bed, and bring Lark’s share of medicine. She could feel the pull of Lark’s magic, and as Lark began to mend, Rosethorn asked if Lark had ever been examined for magic. Lark laughed and told her not to be ridiculous.
One day, Rosethorn came and Lark was gone. The caretakers told Rosethorn that Lark had felt well enough to go home. Rosethorn got a little panicky and asked where home was, and then went hunting for Lark. She finally found her in this dreadful little room, and the door was open. She was about to go in, but as she looked inside, Lark was holding her hand over a blanket on the chair and the threads were coming out of the blanket and rising up to wrap around her hand.
Rosethorn asked her again why she never studied magic, and Lark said “I couldn’t afford it.” And Rosethorn said, “Well, you can now.”
They’ve been together seven or eight years by now, I think.
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A side note: THANK YOU FOR 17k+! I started this study blog almost a year ago not knowing how well it would go and that I would meet some of the most inspiring people here ~~ It blows my mind that there are over 17,000 peoplethat view my stuff !!! ｡：ﾟﾟ(´∀｀)･｡
All of the suggested revisions were made and a lot of my own revisions were added. Also this fic is supposed to play out like an episode of Grey’s Anatomy (not super realistic logistic timeline wise or medicine wise).
It started with the itching. It felt like a bad sunburn a couple of days in, like there was a layer of skin on top of his skin. He had mentioned it in passing to his Mami, but she had just taken it as an opportunity to tell him about the importance of sunscreen, even though it was mid January. “Stop wearing wool.”She suggested, “Use a different laundry detergent. Oh, and don’t use fabric softener, it can irritate your skin.” About a week later a large basket filled with expensive bath products arrived on the front door of the Haus, but no amount of salt scrubs or exfoliating brushes or shea cocoa oatmeal ultra moisturizing cream stopped the itch. “Maybe you have eczema? I’ll call the doctor and see if he can get you in over spring break.” His Mami suggested an oatmeal bath for the fourth time in one phone call so he shouts a couple of “I love yous” and hangs up the phone.
Unfortunately even the medicated eczema cream his mother mailed in didn’t seem to work. Nursey couldn’t sit for more than five minutes without scratching incessantly at his skin. Even on the ice, he would shift uncomfortably in his pads, missing passes and ignoring Dex’s angry shouts as he tried not jump out of his own skin. He had begged Chowder and Farmer and bribed them with Reese’s peanut butter cups until they agreed to help scratch every inch of his body.
He was exhausted all the time, barely alert or awake enough to even acknowledge Dex’s chirps. He writes it off as normal college student exhaustion, with his late nights, early morning hockey practices and excessive coffee consumption. But he barely slept at night, tossing and turning in the bottom bunk and more than once Dex forces him to move to the toxic green couch. He can barely fall asleep because of the itch and once he falls asleep its restless and light and he wakes up to dark nail streaks all over is skin.
Then it was the swollen legs and arms. Nursey was naturally more muscular, but Bitty had shouted when Nursey shed his pads after practice on Friday and revealed horribly swollen legs, arms and feet. Bitty had poked and prodded before shoving Nursey towards Coach Hall who immediately advised Nursey to go to the student health center. Nursey had brushed them off, claiming he had a paper due that night that he couldn’t waste the time ( “I have a poetry midterm next week, I can’t waste any potential study time.”)
So later that night when Nursey and Dex were huddled in their room, each typing away on their respective computers was when the situation had finally dramatically escalated. Nursey had been complaining about nausea since dinner, but now he was rushing to the bathroom with both hands over his mouth. He can hear his Mami’s voice nagging in his head “Too much caffeine will upset your stomach.” It’s stress, it’s just stress, just calm down. He tries to coach himself through it to no avail.
The little bit of rice and saltines he had managed to get down was coming back up and he retched loudly enough to alert Chowder. He felt the warmth of Chowder’s hands rubbing circles into his back and vaguely heard the goalie calling out to Bitty. He was retching uncontrollably and his body was seizing with every wave of nausea but nothing was coming up, and Chowder smoothed a hand over the back of Nursey’s neck and shoulders. When his was finally able to stop retching Chowder pulled him up again his chest and someone else (Dex maybe?) grabbed his feet and maneuvered him down the stairs and into the back of Bitty’s small four door.
“Where are we going?” His own voice sounded slurred and muffled to his ears as another wave of nausea hit.
“The emergency room.” Chowder was still rubbing soft circles into his back and Dex reached back to pat his knee before relaying the directions to Bitty.
And I’m back! My hiatusing should be finally over for now. I have a lot to do to make up for lost time, so I’m going to post what I can tomorrow and maybe finally answer some questions that have been piling up.
“Oh darling it’s true. Beautiful things have scars and scratches too.” - Unknown
I wanted to put the things i learned in my art lessons into good use and this weekly spread is the result! I actually really like the way it turned out and i’m just so happy in general right now since my exams are over and i can finally read books, go to art museums and just enjoy my free-time to its fullest~
When I was in 8th grade a friend of mine and I were fucking around during our study period and he accidentally stabbed me in the arm with a pencil and the pencil was partially stuck in my arm but I was really shy in social situations so I just raised my hand and waited for the teacher to notice which took about five minutes so when he finally asked me what I needed I said “TJ accidentally stabbed me with a pencil a few minutes ago and now it’s hanging out of my arm, can I go see the nurse?”. He freaked out and yelled “OH MY GOD SEBASTIAN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME RIGHT AWAY?” And I said right back “please don’t yell at me, I have a pencil in my arm, if anyone is yelling it should be me” and that sums up my attitude and personality fairly well tbh
This is a personal, very recent discovery that I’m indeed INFJ. It took me a very long time to understand, but now that I’m finally here, I want to share this with you.
Maybe you’ve been told you don’t look like an INFJ. Maybe you can’t fully identify with hunches or always being right. You might have read a ton of Ni vs Ne descriptions and found the Ni one always more accurate, but were too filled with self doubt to really go with it.
There’s no surefire method I can tell you will work for you, other than continuous study of the functions and yourself. But maybe some of what I’ve written will help you identify yourself better. This is my very subjective experience only, but I’m sharing it in hopes that this will help at least some of you.
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I get hunches. Constantly. And I go with them so fast, I don’t even notice. It’s an immediate reaction, a bolt of lightning hitting me from above. The reason I didn’t realize it before was because I was much more insecure and self doubting. I didn’t pay enough attention to this happening, nor did I trust it. Instead of implicitly trusting myself, I constantly analyzed and questioned, wondered if I was wrong - running around in constant circles. But tuning into myself a bit more, I caught it. I took it for so granted and natural before, I didn’t see what was meant by ‘hunches’.
I don’t think about it, in fact, I will usually be elsewhere with my thoughts or preoccupied with something completely different, and suddenly the solution to some thing I’d been worrying about appears (provided I have enough/correct info). That’s Ni.
I easily see parallels and similarities between things that may not appear similar at all. That sounds Ne but you need to pay attention to what your mind does with all the impressions you take in. If they converge, that’s Ni. If they diverge, that’s Ne. See, when I draw parallels, separate entities become essentially the same thing. They carry the same meaning, become a symbol for the same thing. Ne would likely assign two (or several) different meanings to a single object instead.
Another thing is that it’s stated pretty much everywhere that Ni is always right. That’s false. Ni THINKS it’s right. It doesn’t have to be. That’s an important distinction to make. Ni’s accuracy largely depends how much accurate information is available. The more there is, the more likely it will be that Ni actually will be right. The less information is considered, the more likely it is that Ni will completely miss the mark.
So, coupled with how insecure I was, how was that stereotype anything I could much identify with at all? I’m very well aware I could be wrong, even believe I will be, because that’s what the majority of my life taught me to believe. It’s really hard to trust yourself if you’ve got no self belief. If you don’t know how to.
So, some advice for insecure Ni-doms, or really anyone - work on trusting yourself, on self belief. Take a step back and stop questioning/analyzing. It’ll become clearer in time and your confidence will grow.
I display a number of behavioral characteristics that are both Fi and Fe. That made it difficult to identify with either over the other. What decided it for me though, was how I process emotion. Of course, Feeling functions aren’t primarily about emotion but that’s an important part not to be overlooked. I use Extroverted Feeling simply because I don’t process emotion internally. I can’t. I need to, ideally, talk them out to truly understand what I’m feeling, the exact nuances of it, why I’m feeling it etc. I share them naturally, openly, one of the few things about me that actually are external. I’m vaguely aware of my feelings, when I have them, but trying to figure it out in my head is headache inducing. I simply don’t work that way. Writing my feelings out works as well, but there seems to be something in the act of sharing or hearing it verbalized that makes it a better solution than just writing.
Fi, introverted Feeling, cannot do this so easily. It feels everything much more internally, and sharing emotion is extremely uncomfortable, impossible even. This is a very clear distinction I can see between real life Fi vs Fe users, more easily in high Feeling types. Fe will tell you exactly what they’re feeling, raw and in the moment. Fi will do that indirectly by hurling insults or accusing you of things. Emotion is obvious in both but one is direct and to the point, while the other is less so.
If I talk about my feelings, they see it as whining about my problems. They don’t see that this is how I process and identify my feelings and problems in the first place. To them, it’s an unnecessary and tedious thing to do.
Now, Fe values are about making sure other people are comfortable first while Fi is about making themselves comfortable first. The reason I use Fe is because of how natural and easy it is for me to look out for how people feel/may feel. That’s not because I value being kind and considerate. It’s instinctive. It just happens.
An example of this is how I react to criticism. I don’t wonder if it’s true or how I feel about it, but panic about how to best adjust my behavior to remedy whatever the criticism was about. I adjust myself to make the other person more comfortable. For example, my family once remarked on how odd it was that I continuously, naturally explained my reasoning behind doing certain things (thanks to one of Charity’s posts I realized that was Fe - sharing ‘emotions’ openly). I’ve grown up in a pure Fi family. No Fe whatsoever. So, doing that was perceived as me being defensive which never even occurred to me. Taking this as an unconscious command of 'don’t do it, it’s making me uncomfortable’, I did away with that. I still want to do it and often catch myself in the middle of it - but wanting to maintain outer harmony is so unconscious, it’s like breathing air. You don’t pay attention or aren’t even aware but it’s still happening.
This kind of stuff has been influencing me so much, I blended in with my Fi family. I now superficially appear like a Fi user despite not being one. Often, I’m told I look like an IXFP. My empathy is so high and unconscious, I take on the attitudes and emotions of others and don’t even realize it until slapped in the face with it. I’m just learning that I’ve adopted a lot that way. The differences only become apparent if you know me (and MBTI) well enough. I’m simply unable to do anything without considering what consequences this may have on someone else.
Now, I’m not the stereotypical host. I’m not particularly warm or fuzzy unless you know me well. That’s because my brand of Fe doesn’t care primarily whether you’re physically comfortable, something that probably has to do with with low Se, but if you’re okay emotionally. That you feel safe and comfortable, unjudged and not rushed. That you feel understood. I want to make sure you’re feeling good. I instinctively wait for others to 'give permission’ before proceeding, all because of this unconscious need to be considerate, even if I really want to do it. Like turning on the AC when it’s hot. My sister and mother just go for it while I always either ask if it’s okay with them and wait until they say yes, or silently consider whether one of them has a cold or whatnot, if the AC will make them feel worse. If they object, I don’t do it.
Additionally, my 'values’ change and expand constantly. Sure, I’ve got a few that are pretty set, but generally, if you can make me understand, it becomes adopted into my world view and values. Live and let live, for example, is a pretty Fi value. Fe is about collective values which is why 'live and let live’ can be bypassed in favor of 'the greater good’. The individual can be ignored as long as the majority are taken care of. I remember my sister telling me how intolerant I was being by not going by 'live and let live’ - now, it’s a natural part of how I think. I can’t even pinpoint when it became part of me, but it did.
Aah, Ti. How I love and loathe thee. Truth be told, I’ve probably been stuck in a Ni-Ti loop for a really, really long time. I still am in one. To keep it short and simple -
Ti needs to understand something before it can apply it/is taken in. It takes apart a thing into its single elements, examines each one from all angles until fully understood, and by the end can put the whole thing back together any way it wishes. It continually adjusts itself with each piece of incoming information, making sure its always consistent with its inner logic. Ti asks 'does this make sense to me?’
I have never been able to apply any concept until I fully understood it, going by exactly that process.
The ultimate blind spot. I get lost embarrassingly easy to the point of getting anxiety attacks. My body coordination is complete crap. I continuously run into walls or door frames (it gets worse the more I try concentrating on how to avoid it). I cannot react right away but need time to process. Try to force me and I become catatonic, unresponsive. I slow down and come to a standstill, a mental stutter and state of paralysis.
I’m wary of physical intimacy to the extreme. I’m quite disconnected from my body or the physical world. The line between my thoughts, imagination and reality is blurred and very easily questioned. But solitary exercise or walks are amazing. They make me quiet my mind until I’m left with nothing but pure physical sensations and the inner peace and calm it fills me with.
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I hope this has been at least a little bit helpful.
I want to thank Charity for her amazing explanations, her infinite patience with putting up with so many of my (sometimes really stupid) questions, and finally for letting me post this.
Summary: Love. It’s a strange thing. It can either make you the happiest person in the world or the most miserable. You don’t know when it comes or when it goes. Sometimes it’s not returned and sometimes it is. We don’t know how to deal with it, but we still yearn for it.
A/N: so 5000+ words happened. I started writing it and it seemed alright, but then I feel like it just go dragged on. I don’t know… Lately I feel like I’ve been lacking a lot in my writing so please let me know what you think about this.
(also sorry for not being so active with updates. school is starting to get hectic again TT)
They say that three time’s a charm, but is it really?
The first was in high school.
You were a part of a tightly knit group. The four of you spent all of your time together; going out on weekends, working together in group projects, hell, you even grew up together. Like all cliche movies, the group consisted of two boys and two girls. Almost naturally the four of your grew attractions for each other. This group of best friends soon became a living, breathing, double date. Of the two couples, you and Jimin were the first to get together. He was your everything. He was your first. Nothing could ever replace the emotions that that relationship brought to you.
나야나 (nayana) right now makes me really nostalgic and….sad. It’s a bittersweet feeling. I remember watching the MV w/o knowing who any of them were, only seeing fresh, bright, and hopeful faces, and I remember picking favorites w/o knowing abt how much hardwork and soul they had poured into that performance. and now, almost 3 months later, I know just how much of themselves they threw into that 3 min performance and I’ve watched them improve and grow and develop right before my eyes but I’ve also seen them get knocked down so hard I was worried they wouldn’t be able to rise back up and I’ve had to see spirits completely stomped on and hope crushed. I’ve had to say goodbye to people who really made a spot for themselves in my heart, had to see their hearts break. But despite the pain, I’ve been lucky enough to witness them truly blossom as people and overcome the hardships together, united and now…now it’s all going to end about 2 days from now. These 3 months have gone by really fast, but I feel as if the development and growth they have undergone is worth years.
i don’t know…just listen to
나야나 now…..it’s not a feeling I can describe well in words
Emm random soft holsom hc. After finals are over they planned to go on a date but fell asleep cuddled together in the attic instead
it’s a bit different from the original ask whoops hope u
ft. both parties pining bc i lov to fix all that #suffering
love my boys!
like 750 (sorry its so short! im studying for finals atm and i just,, do not
have time to write full fics sorry)
casual anxiety, nothing too bad
“You know, Ransy-” Holster starts, cutting off midsentence. Both
of them are half asleep, laying on their backs in a pile of blankets and
pillows . It’s too late at night for either of them to be coherent, and Justin
finds he doesn’t care.
Itwas yourthird year of Hogwarts when you had your first encounter with Newt.
You were sitting at your house’s table when you heard someone sit down next to you.
“Can I sit here?” they asked.
You turned your head to the side to see a short boy with tousled brown hair and freckles sat next to you. He was wearing a Hufflepuff shirt and he looked distressed. As you were about to respond to him, you heard a couple of Slytherins yelling from their table.
“What a loser!”
“Haha, yeah! That kid will never be as smart as Theseus!”
You glanced at the boy sitting next to you and you could see the tears starting to gather in his eyes. Your heart really felt for this kid, even if you hadn’t met him before. Taking his hand, you gave him one glance before pulling him up from the table and walking out of the dining hall.
“W-where are we going?” he asked, slight tremors racking his voice. You could still hear the Slytherins yelling and laughing from where you were.
“You’ll see. I just don’t want you around those people anymore.”
You led him up to your house’s common room and sat him down on one of the couches.
“I’m sorry, I never even asked for your name before I dragged you up here!” You gave out a small awkward laugh and shyly glanced towards him.
“Oh, my name’s Newt, Yours?”
And those were the good days. The rest of the year was spent being with Newt, studying with him, exploring with him, and creating many memories. You had even started to develop feelings for him. However, once you entered your sixth year of Hogwarts, everything went downhill. Things weren’t the same when a girl named Leta entered Newt’s life.
You boarded the Hogwarts Express yet again, walking around in search of Newt. You looked around a little bit more and then recognized Newt in one of the train’s cabins. But, wait… He was with someone else. There was a girl sitting across from him. She had long, pretty black hair, and her porcelain skin was blemish free. She was gorgeous. Her and Newt were talking animatedly, smiling and laughing at what the other said.
Racking up the nerve to go in and introduce yourself, you slid open the cabin door. Both Newt and the girl looked up at you in surprise. Newt’s eyes widened and a grin spread across his face.
“Y/N! I was waiting for you to arrive! Meet my new friend, Leta. And Leta, meet my best friend, Y/N. I’ve known her since my fourth year here in Hogwarts.”
You glanced at Leta and smiled. She looked at you and smiled back. She seemed pretty nice.
And that was the calm before the storm. Ever since that day, Leta has been attempting to make your life a living hell, slowly creating a distance between you and Newt so she could latch onto him.
At first, everything seemed normal. But you soon started to notice that Newt was starting to ditch you more to be with Leta. She would try her best just to get Newt away from you, making up excuses that she’d need help to study or that she wanted to take notes on some of the animals Newt had found in the Forbidden Forest. There were no more late night hang outs with you and Newt, no more studying with Newt, and no more exploring with Newt. He would always be so gullible to believe in every word Leta said, leaving you in the dust.
Just like today. You had eaten breakfast with Newt and Leta today in the dining hall. Yesterday, Newt had promised to help you study for your Herbology test after breakfast today. As you were eating your food, you looked up at Newt to see him still talking to Leta. You had to ask him if he was still up for studying today.
You cleared your throat a little bit. Newt still didn’t look at you.
Nothing, Leta looked at you a little strangely, smirked, and then turned back towards Newt.
You then dropped your fork onto your plate, resonating a loud noise.
“Are you ok Y/N?” Newt finally looked up and decided to talk to you.
You were close to your boiling point now. Newt hadn’t talked to you in several days and he could barely take his eyes off of Leta just to talk to you. You felt betrayed, and a little heartbroken.
You sighed loudly. “Newt, I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now. Anyways, do you still think you can help me study for my herbology test?”
“Oh… about that.” Newt glanced at you and then at Leta.
“I-I can’t help you after breakfast because I promised Leta that I would go to the forest with her so we could look for some new creatures. But, when we come back I promise you I will help you study!”
You looked down at your plate in despair. You just wanted to spend some time with Newt after being thrown out the window so many times, yet now he can’t even help you study for a little bit.
You stood up abruptly. “Nevermind, I’ll just go study on my own. Have fun.” Your voice was monotone, void of any emotion. At this point you just needed some time to really think about what your friendship with Newt really is now.
“Are you sure? Look, I’m really sorry, I promise I’ll come back and I’ll meet up with you at our meeting place at five tonight. Ok?”
You glanced back at Newt and Leta. Newt was staring at you with worry in his eyes, while Leta was looking at you with boredom. What else did you expect?
“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” You then rushed out of the dining hall. You felt like crying, you wanted to give Newt another chance tonight. Maybe he’d actually show up this time.
You started to gather all of your things from the library. You’d been studying all day just to take your mind off of your freckled face friend. Hopefully he’ll be on time today.
You arrived at the meeting place you and Newt had found a year back. It was an abandoned classroom that none of the teachers were using, so the both of you had figured that you might as well use it as a late night meeting place.
Nothing. Ok, well, the clock just struck five, he might just be a little late. You decide to wait a little longer.
Is there something wrong? Maybe one of the beasts that they found was being troublesome. Or maybe Leta was just holding them back a little bit. That wouldn’t be a surprise.
Ok. That’s it. You’ve given him enough time to return and yet he still wasn’t here.
You sighed angrily and packed up your things. As you left the abandoned classroom you could only think:
“Is it really that easy for him to forget me?”
The next day you woke up and went down to breakfast. You still hadn’t heard a single thing from Newt about his whereabouts last night, and strangely enough, he wasn’t at breakfast today.
You sat down at your houses table next to a friend of yours.
“Have you seen Newt? I need to talk to him.”
Your friend turned towards you and looked at you quizzically. “Haven’t you heard? He’s in the nursery because he got all beaten up by a troll last night in the forest. Leta was talking about it all morning.”
Your eyes widened and you glanced over to look at the Slytherin table only to see Leta laughing and smiling about something her friend told her.
What is wrong with her? Is she not at all worried about Newt? Did she even try to help Newt? There were no scratches or cuts on her whatsoever. You started to become so angry at Leta, but there was no point in starting a fight now. You needed to check on your best friend.
You stood up abruptly from the bench and rushed out of the hall. Little did you know, Leta had seen you leave and already knew where you were heading. She also stood from her seat and began following you as you quickly walked to your destination.
You had almost made it to the nursery when that annoyingly shrill voice stopped you.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
Inhaling sharply, you paused before swiftly turning around to glare at her. She looked as beautiful as ever, her hair put up into a braided hairstyle, her face held no blemishes whatsoever, and her robes were void of any wrinkles, the Slytherin emblem standing proudly on the crest of her heart.
“Why do you care?” you sneered.
“You know, you don’t deserve him. He doesn’t even like you, yet you’re still lovesick for him.”
This pompous little brat I swear to God-
You almost laughed at your thoughts, before throwing all of your hatred for her into one sentence. “At least I care for him, unlike a certain witch-bitch I know.”
You didn’t stay to see Leta’s reaction, although if you had, you would’ve seen her perfect face scrunch up in absolute anger.
Walking away from Leta felt like the best thing you had done in a while. However, that feeling was soon shrouded by your worry for Newt.
You walked into the nursery, gazing at several white beds before coming across the eyes of your best friend.
Newt was battered up. He had a wrap around his head, several cuts and bruises on his legs, arms, and even his face. His left eye was swollen shut and was colored in a dark shade of purple. He looked terrible.
Your face soon contorted into one with worry, and you slowly walked over to Newt, almost as if you had to approach him like he would a wounded animal.
He winced before turning to you. His right eye widened and he attempted to smile, but it soon turned to a grimace as a shock of pain spasmed through his head like a lightning bolt. Seeing his reaction to the pain, you rushed over to him and sat on his bed, taking his hand in yours. You couldn’t help but feel a slight shock run through your hand and up your arm, leaving a tingling sensation in it’s wake. God, you missed this so much. You haven’t had a moment alone with Newt in what felt like years, and your heart sped up with the feelings you had been trying to hide for so long.
“Shhh… It’s ok. What happened?” You brushed away a stray hair that had fallen onto his face, then allowing your hand to gently rest on his cheek to reassure that you were there for him. Newt sighed and leaned into your touch.
His voice was hoarse and low when he replied. “Leta and I were exploring in the forest when a troll came trudging by. Everything just went downhill from there and all I remember is trying to get out of there in one piece.”
You could only imagine how scared he must’ve been. Thoughts of the frightened kid you had met in your third year that had soon became your best friend. “I’m sorry that happened, Newt. Do you know how long you have to be here for?”
“It shouldn’t be much longer. There are always healing spells I can use. Listen, have you seen Leta?”
And there she was again. Plaguing his mind. You slowly took your hand away from his cheek and looked away. “Yes, she was at breakfast this morning, why?” Newt’s brows furrowed at the loss of warmth from your hand.
“I haven’t seen her since the incident.”
Sighing, you looked down at your hands before looking up at Newt, annoyance showing clearly in your eyes. “I don’t know what else you’d expect from someone like her.”
You regretted the words immediately once they came out of your mouth. Why would you say that? Granted, it was time Newt realized how toxic she was and how she had been using him for homework and to get under your skin. However, the look on Newt’s face made you feel absolutely terrible. He looked so confused and lost in what you had just said.
“What do you mean, ‘someone like her’?” The annoyance in his voice stabbed at you.
“Newt, look. I understand you care deeply for her, but can’t you see she’s using you? She only asks for help for homework, she never wants you to hang out with me alone, and just recently she had tried to stop me from coming here to see you! I can’t let you allow her to hurt you anymore!” Your voice had begun to rise higher and higher nearing the end of your sentence and your breaths were heavy after all you had said.
Newt laid there, pondering and turning the words you had said over and over in his mind.
“Did she really try to stop you from coming here?”
You only nodded in response. He looked down and began to fiddle with his own hands.
“I’m sorry I never realized before. I just thought she really cared for me. And she really seemed like my only friend for a long time.”
Now it was your turn to be confused. “What do mean ‘your only friend’?” Your voice was soft. He couldn’t really think you would’ve abandoned him. Right?
Newt looked to the side, averting your seemingly harsh gaze. “Well, you just seemed to distance yourself from me after a while. I thought you didn’t want to be around me.”
You paused, thinking of all the times you had refused to go somewhere with Newt after hearing he had invited Leta to join him as well. You cringed, not only was Leta attempting to distance you from Newt, but you allowed it to happen. You lessened the amount of times you were with him only because she would be accompanying the two of you. And you had failed to realize that you may be hurting Newt too.
Taking his hand in yours, you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “I’m sorry I distanced myself from you. I just… couldn’t handle being around Leta after a while and I tried to avoid her as much as I can. I really care for you Newt, and I never intended for that to happen.”
Newt smiled. “I care for you too.”
He gently took your hands in his, pulling you down onto him. You gasped at the sudden contact with chest, however he only shushed you and began gently stroking your hair.
“Y/n, I care for you more than you think.”
This is so sucky, mainly because it was the first draft I ever worked on and I just decided to pick it up again, so I’m sorry if it’s absolutely terrible!!
So, as you may have noticed, May is right around the corner and quickly creeping up to us.
And that means AP Tests. Oh boy.
I’ve got a few messages requesting some classes, so I am going to do a broad generalization for a few courses.
Whether it be chemistry or bio, remember not to get overwhelmed with the insane amount of info in your textbook. DO NOT REREAD CHAPTERS. Skim, read chapter summaries, look at chapter notes online (coursenotes is a great website for this). Rereading the book will over stress you and discourage you from your objective:
Get the big picture, focus on important details, and move on. We only have a week, so do NOT get caught up on these things. Watch Bozeman videos or Khan Academy. If you find you are spending 6 hours on a topic, thats your sign that you are taking too long.
Also: get used to the multiple choice format (for bio kids) and learn how to skim/take notes on the test. Its ok to make your paper look crappy with tons of pencil marks.
Again, do not forget the big picture– they like turning points, how events affected civilians and other countries around them, and comparisons. Get a few dates memorized so you can slap them on your test. It looks good on an FRQ. For DBQ’s my best advice is to try to get through the reading fast and jot down notes. These things will slow you down and suck up all your time, so use it wisely.
AGAIN: Get the big picture, focus on important details, and move on.
Get used to the format. You may know the subject material really well, but that doesn’t mean much when their choice of words is abstract and confusing. Take FRQs. Practice multiple choice. Learn what graphs mean when relating them to other functions (I’m looking at you, derivatives!!). Master the ‘hint’ words like rates, average, accumulation etc that will help guide you on the test.
LOOK AT THE QUESTIONS FIRST. They will reveal what the passages are about. Read fast, take notes, read it again. Answer some questions. If they take too long? Move on and the next question may help you answer your previous question. For essays, ADDRESS ALL PARTS OF THE PROMPT. That is extremely important. And for at least one passage, they will recommend that you use the given literary terms so USE IT AND EXPAND ON IT. Review some literary terms for some books you read during the year and then relax. You can’t really study for this test, just trust in your abilities and get used to the time limit.
To all AP students: I wish you luck on your studying! Breathe, drink lots of water, and change environments. Sometimes studying in one place will suck out your soul. Reward yourself. Take small breaks. You can do this and will do this!
how about since it is that time of year if you get a chance, could you write something with Peter being super stressed out (by finals or work or everything) so Wade decides to kidnap him for a night off, which doesn't exactly go to plan?
(I love this prompt so much omg)
Peter’s phone buzzed again. He ignored it and tried to focus on his textbook. He didn’t really need to look at it, even if he wanted to. It was Wade, asking him to hang out or patrol or pretty much anything else he could think of to get Peter to spend time with him.
Normally, he’d be glad for the distraction Wade’s antics brought, but his finals started soon and he’d barely had any time to study for anything. Even if he felt a little guilty, he knew ignoring Wade was the best way to get him to leave him alone. This was the first opportunity he’d been able to get for studying in nearly four days, and he was not coping with it very well, to be honest.
The fact that he really wanted to hang out with Wade wasn’t helping either. Sighing, Peter reached over and silenced his phone, hoping he could get some work done.
He wasn’t really sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he was being carried over someone’s shoulder, and they were exiting his apartment. Peter spent a good ten seconds being very confused before he realized that this was not a good thing.
He gathered the little energy he had left–which really wasn’t much, because his kidnapper had a really soft hoodie–and flipped himself over, taking his captor down with him. He landed somewhat on his feet, and the other guy landed on his head.
Peter spun around, ready to fight, then froze.
“Son of a bitch that hurt. Hi, Petey.”
“Did you just try and kidnap me?” Peter asked, sitting down by Wade’s head, which was still on the ground.
Wade shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Because you weren’t answering me.”
Peter frowned. He was too tired to analyze Wade’s brain. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Didn’t think it would. You look sleepy.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “I wonder why.”
Wade grinned at him, showing his teeth. “Not tired enough for sass, I take it.”
“Apparently not. Can I go back to my apartment now?”
Wade pouted. “But I just got here.”
“And I have to study.”
“You were literally drooling on your textbook.”
Peter grimaced. “That sounds about right.”
“Stressed much?” Wade asked, then he started batting at the strings on Peter’s hoodie like a cat.
Peter groaned and shifted, moving until he was next to Wade instead of by his head, then he leaned back and rested his head on Wade’s stomach. “Finals start in a week. I may die.”
Wade smacked Peter’s chest. “Then we gotta go do something!”
Peter looked up at him. “Like what?”
“Well, preferably, something with more privacy–”
“Wade.” Peter cut him off.
“Fine. How about we mess with Tony?”
Peter shook his head. “He said he’d help me study. No.”
“Fight bad guys?”
“I fell asleep drooling on a textbook.”
“Right. Oh! I got it!” Wade exclaimed, then pulled out his phone.
“What are you doing?” Peter asked, trying to sit up and see.
Wade shoved him back down. “You’re a better belly-warmer than a snooper. I got a favor I can cash in.”
“Favor for what?”
“Y’know that awesome laser tag place down by the Tower?”
“Yes.” Peter answered, now slightly intrigued.
“I saved the owner’s ass a lil while ago. Wanna go play laser tag all by ourselves?”
“It’s three in the morning.”
Wade didn’t answer, he just gave Peter a look and waited. Peter glared back for almost a solid minute before he caved. “Fine. But we’re blinding you so I have a fair shot. It will not be a repeat of Halo. And you have to carry me.”
“As you wish, Buttercup.”
Wade wrapped one hand around Peter’s shoulders and one around his knees, somehow managing to stand up with Peter’s weight without falling over.
“Do you do anything but work out?”
Peter rolled his eyes. “We need to get you a hobby. Onward, noble steed.”
Wade made a loud horse noise and shouted, “TO LASER TAG, MOTHERFUCKERS!”
Peter rolled his eyes, then held up a fist. “To laser tag!”