now i can finally go study

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

50 Reasons Why You Should Study

Need motivation?

  1. To get an education. 
  2. 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.
  3. To prove people wrong. That science teacher that said you’ll never make it in the medical field? Make him eat his words. 
  4. 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. 
  5. 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.
  6. Take advantage of what you’re capable of. Don’t waste a perfectly intelligent mind. 
  7. More money. That degree can do wonderful things to your bank account in the future. 
  8. It’s interesting. Studying can get pretty boring, but there are always those topics that spark your curiosity and motivate you to learn more.
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. It’s fun to know useless shit sometimes.
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. To pursue your passion. 
  16. To gain knowledge. Whether its in your field, or a completely different one, being knowledgeable is just downright fun.
  17. 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. 
  18. To make a name for yourself. “Oh yeah, (insert name here), I know them. Aren’t they like really successful now?”
  19. To become your own role model.
  20. To be able to pay off your student loans.
  21. Because the long nights and excessive coffee will all be worth it. Even if it doesn’t seem like it now. 
  22. To exercise your brain. Your brain is just like a muscle, and like the body it needs to be exercised. 
  23. To improve your hippocampus. Your hippocamus is responsible for memory, and if you study your memorization will become significantly better.
  24. To not waste time doing useless stuff. 
  25. Because stationary is amazing. I could spend a whole paycheck on just pens.
  26. Because notes are actually all so pretty. 
  27. 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.
  28. So classes will be easier. 
  29. So tests will be easier.
  30. To impress your professors. Get those letters of recommendation! 
  31. 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.
  32. Because coffee exists. 
  33. There is no other atmosphere quite like the inside of a library. 
  34. 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. 
  35. 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. 
  36. 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. 
  37. You’ll get used to FOMO. Fear of Missing Out. Every teenagers nightmare. Eventually, you’ll get used to the feeling. 
  38. 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. 
  39. You’ll get used to not getting enough sleep. So, if you decide to go to grad school you’ll have that department covered. 
  40. There’s really good study music out there. 
  41. 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. 
  42. You’ll become a pro at writing essays, or lab reports.
  43. You’ll learn fairly quickly that study groups rarely work. 
  44. You’ll make a lot of friends that are just as passionate about studying as you are. And you will cherish them. 
  45. Beauty and Brains. Don’t you want to fit that description? 
  46. Thousands of students before you have done it, so you can too. 
  47. You can run a studyblr. Aren’t they the cutest? 
  48. You get really good at time management. 
  49. Sleep becomes 5x more satisfactory after a night of studying.
  50. Because you want to. There’s no better motivation for studying, than the motivation that comes from within. 
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April 19 2017: What motivates you? 

 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 Organic Chem is scary 

Ellee

NRK livestream: TRANSLATED, HENRIK!

translated by @maksisskambackwards and @linneaxskam and me :) 

Host: Hi, welcome!

Henrik: *introduces himself with a handshake*

Host: You have a really firm handshake.

Henrik: I’ve got a kinda clammy hand, I’m walking around with a double jacket.

Host: Yeah, but you look really cool though.

Henrik: Thanks. Likewise.

Host: Skam is over now.

Henrik: It is.

Host: Fy søren…what are your thoughts on that?

Henrik: Fy søren…Or fy faen?

Host: fy, fy faen… what are your thoughts on that?

Henrik: It’s kinda bittersweet. If you get what I mean. Because it’s something that largely belongs to being young, so it’s fun to be able to go into the adult life finally, because I’m a little older than the rest of the cast. So I feel like I can finally become an adult and start taking some responsibility.

Host: What are you gonna do now that you’re an adult then?

Henrik: I’ll probably start studying and stuff.

Host: Must all grown ups study?

Henrik: Not at all, but in my occupation one really wants to learn techniques and gain some experience.

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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.

thewitchofthewylds  asked:

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.

2017 MONTHLY CALENDAR PRINTABLES!

Seeing so many printables on tumblr, I’ve finally made my own!!!! Here are 3 designs that I made (from scratch) and love love love- now you can download your own for free too!

Each month has 3 designs you can download as JPG files:

Google Drive 2017 Printables

If you try these out and love it as much as I do, tag me with #heyaestudier and I’ll reblog as many as I can! (Disclaimer- These are all made by @aestudier and is for personal use only.)

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 people that view my stuff !!! 。:゚゚(´∀`)・。

Hi,

So as you guys may know I am “popular” on Tumblr and have had quite a lot of followers for over 2 years now and it just grows every day. With this something that happens to me is people coming to me and telling me that they are going to commit suicide. This happens a fair bit now and I get it in anonymous asks, snapchats, people messaging me on here off anon. If they are off anon/snapchat I always give them a list of hotlines and if I can then report them using Tumblr’s system. But this is actually getting too much for me now, no one ever has come back messaging me saying they are fine. So I am just left to wonder what happened and it hurts and it is effecting my studies as I feel obligated to reply as I do honestly want to help. I realise this may sound selfish and I completely appreciate that, I know my issues are nothing compared to what these people are going through. However, I just can’t do it anymore it is my final four months of university and it is now effecting me negatively mentally as well. So, although I do appreciate every one of you if you do feel this way please use one of these hotlines and seek professional help which I cannot provide.

Hope you understand,

James

There’s no “I” in Team (Kidney, edited)

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.

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pouty-face

genre: boyfriend!au + heaps of sugar, spice, and everything nice

star of the show: NCT’s Taeyong

word count: 2,596 words

Originally posted by zeusmayo

opening line: “Your boyfriend thinks he can get anything he wants when he breaks out the pout. He’s right.”

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Going for a peaceful walk with them when they're exhausted and stressed out

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Kim Seokjin

Jin exited Bighit building exhausted. He pulled almost an all-nighter, practicing the new choreography. Cold air made a shiver dance down his spine and he fixed his scars before he took his phone out of his pocket. Your name appeared on the screen and small smile broke on his lips. He had several missed calls from you, dialling your number he went towards your apartment.

‘’H-Hello?’’ You answered with a sleepy voice. ‘’Hey love, did I wake you up?’’ ‘’Yes, but that does not matter.’’ You responded on his question and Jin chuckled. ‘’Can you come down? I want to see you.’’ ‘’Coming!’’ Running down the stairs, you fixed his oversized hoodie and jacket you hurriedly put on yourself. A cold breeze instantly made you feel wide awake as you ran into your boyfriend’s arms.

Jin took your hand in his and pushed it inside of his pocket. You walked down the street, not talking and enjoying the cold night. After ten minutes Jin suddenly stopped, turning towards you. His eyes were puffy and his nose was red. Wrapping your hands around his cold cheeks, your rose to your tip toes and kissed the tip of his nose.  Jin smiled brightly as he pulled you close. ‘’Thank you.’’ He said as he inhaled your scent. ‘’For what?’’ ‘’Giving me energy.’’ Jin responded looking you in the eyes before he leaned down and kissed you.


Wrapping your hands around his neck, you deepened the kiss. ‘’C-Can you spend the night with me?’’ Jin asked moving away from you, catching his breath. You raised your eyebrow when you noticed a pink colour spreading around his face. ‘’I-I mean I want to walk with you little bit more and I-‘’ He bit his bottom lip. ‘’I want cuddles-‘’ he whispered and you chuckled before you kissed his nose again. ‘’I would love to Jinnie.’’ Smiling brightly, Jin took your hand in his and again placing it in his pocket, he leaded you down the street.

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Min Yoongi


You watched your boyfriend stressing about the new album. You watched how he rubbed his eyes and temple maniacally as he sighed several times. You held yourself back, not wanting to distract him but after twenty minutes of constant sighting you gave up. Getting up you went to his office chair and turned it around. ‘’S/O-‘’ ‘’Yoongi, you need a break.’’ You said looking at his purple bags. ‘’I am fine S/O.’’ He stated averting his eyes from yours. ‘’You are not. You have been sighing for the past two hours.’’ ‘’S/O-‘’ Yoongi started again but you did not let him finish and you pulled him up. ‘’Give me your phone and keys’’ You demanded. ‘’Why?’’ ‘’Just give them to me.’’ You growled and Yoongi blinked several times before he gave you his phone and keys. You pushed him out of the studio and locked the doors behind you.

Before you took his hand in yours, you muted his phone and placed it in your bag. Yoongi followed your lead without protesting. Last time when he tried to protest you two got into a fight and you being mad was the scariest thing ever. He knew you were worried and only wanted the best for him. He tightened his grip around your hand as you ordered coffee to go. Not saying a word, you gave him his coffee and leaded the way to the park and later on through it.

Yoongi drank his coffee, enjoying comfortable silence that surrounded you and your hand in his. He shifted his eyes from the trees to you and it was then that he noticed how tired you were. Guild went through his body as he led go of your hand and pulled you in for a back hug. ‘’I love you.’’  He whispered in your ear as he tightened the grip around you. ‘’I love you too.’’ You said with a smile as you caressed his hands. ‘’Thank you. I really mean it.’’ He stated before he rested his head on your shoulder. ‘’Anytime jagi.’’ Smile appeared on his lips.

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan


Kim Namjoon


You stood in front of Namjoon’s studio, waiting for him. You two were supposed to meet about two hours ago and you knew by the fact that he has forgotten. Blowing hot air in your hands, you were trying to keep yourself warm. Looking up, you saw a familiar figure coming towards the door. ‘’S/O-‘’ Namjoon asked and his eyes widened. ‘’Shit! I am so sorry!’’ he apologised as he ran to you. ‘’Baby, I am really sorry-‘’ he stopped as he noticed your red nose and puffy cheeks. ‘’Jesus how long have you been waiting?’’ His warn hands occupied your cheeks. ‘’Almost two hours.’’ You confessed.


‘’You really-‘’ A smile broke on his lips as he shook his head. ‘’Come here love.’’ He unzipped his jacket and pulled you into a warm hug. You wrapped your cold hands around his warm body and nuzzled your head against his chest. Namjoon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. ‘’I am really sorry Precious; I promise it will not happen again.’’ He said pressing his lips on the top of your head. ‘’Joonie-‘’ you called softly. ‘’Yes?’’ ‘’Can we still go for a walk?’’ You asked moving away from him, looking him in the eyes. ‘’I would love too.’’ He said pressing his lips against yours before you walked down the street.


‘’I am really sorry S/O. The new comeback is killing me.’’ He stated pulling you close. ‘’But I have to admit that this walks with you make me feel better.’’ You smiled ‘’I am the best, admit it.’’ ‘’Yes you are jagi.’’ He smiled as he pressed his lips against your temple and leaded the way down the street.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jung Hoseok


‘’S/O, are you free right now?’’ Hoseok asked looking at his (H/C) lover who was deeply into reading some books. ‘’It depends-‘’ You started not moving your eyes from the book, the finals were around the corner and you had to study. Hoseok knew that and he felt guilty for interrupting you. When he did not say a word for a while, you looked up.  ‘’Hobbie-‘’ you called worried. ‘’It’s nothing, continue with your studies.’’ He fake-smiled. ‘’I am okay, really.’’ He lied turning around and before he was able to exit your room, you caught his hand. ‘’Babe-‘’ ‘’S/O, can we go for a walk?’’ Hoseok asked looking you in the eyes and when you replied with a nod he smiled.


He wrapped his hand around your shoulders. ‘’I am really exhausted, the new choreography is killing me, it’s though. My body is sore and it’s killing me and on top of that Namjoon Hyung keeps on teasing me and on top, top of that my mixtape is almost done. What is frustrating it’s almost done for the past three weeks and I wanna sleep.’’ He blabbered out in one breath and you leaned your head back on his arm so you could see him. ‘’No matter how much I love your rapping skills and your tongue technology, you need to talk slower because my no rapping brain cannot keep up.’’ You pouted and he smiled. ‘’Did you just used Yoongi Hyung’s pun?’’ ‘’Yes I did.’’ He smiled sweetly.


‘’Ah, you always make me feel better.’’ Hosek confessed looking at you. ‘’I know, because I am your hope, your angel.’’ Hoseok busted out laughing and you finally saw his true smile, which made you smile too. ‘’I love you Angel.’’ He said pressing his lips onto yours. ‘’I love you too.’’ Replaying back, you continued the kiss. Suddenly Hoseok tripped and you both fell down, you on top of him. ‘’I really have to stop kissing you while we are walking.’’ He said with a grin. ‘’You think?’’ You teased helping him up. ‘’No, seriously, how many times has this already happened?’’ ‘’I have lost count after three.’’ You said with a grin and he pulled close. ‘’Too much ah?’’ He asked with his eyebrow up and you nodded, pressing your lips against his once more. ‘’S/O, we should go to-‘’ ‘’No way! I have to study!’’ You pouted and Hoseok grinned. ‘’Yes boss, going back home we are!’’

Originally posted by bwipsul


Park Jimin


Jimin walked next to you, not being sure what or how to say anything. He knew you were mad, pissed mad and that is what he hated the most. He knew he was wrong but he did not count on you finding out he was dieting and that was his mistake, he knew how pissed you always get when he does that or he is depressed. He knew that but no matter how many times he promised he won’t do it or how many times he heard you saying how beautiful he is; he did not think that. He was not good enough for anybody, especially you.


‘’Jiminie, look at me.’’ You said standing in front of him. He averted his gaze away from you, you knew he was hurt. You could see it by the way he was standing that he was depressed and hated himself so without further thinking you proceeded with your make Jiminie smile operation.


First, you wrapped your hands around him and pulled him forward. He followed your lead and you walked like that for couple of minutes. ‘’Jimin-‘’ you pouted looking up, but he did not bother to look at you at all. ‘’Christian Chim Chim!’’ You said stopping you walking and that caused Jimin to look at you. He instantly giggled at your pouting/mad face. ‘’I am not mad at you so please don’t be depressed.’’ He chuckled. ‘’I am sorry S/O, I promise-‘’ ‘’Don’t promise me things you can not keep!’’ He gulped, now looking worried. You inhaled and looked back at him. ‘’Next time, promise me you will tell me. Don’t hide it from me and tell me so I can help you.’’


Jimin looked back at you. ‘’If you really want to lose weight, I can at least help you lose it properly.’’ Jimin could not help himself but smile and then kiss you. Wrapping his hands around your torso, he pushed you forward and once again you walked down the road, slowly. ‘’Jiminie, are you listening to me?’’ ‘’I am jagi.’’ He said with his cheeky smile you love so much. ‘’Jimin-‘’ ‘’I know babe.’’ He giggled, pressing his lips against yours, feeling nothing but warmth around his heart as he leaded you down the street. Still having your chest pressed against his and pecking your lips every few steps.

Originally posted by cake-p0p


Kim Taehyung


‘’Taehyung, come with me.’’ Taehyung’s heart stopped when you used his full name. You never use it, not even when you are mad. ‘’Tae, what did you do?’’ Jimin asked, looking at blank expression on Taehyung’s face. ‘’I have no idea.’’ ‘’Are you sure?’’ Yoongi asked visibly worried. ‘’Could it be that she is made because you ditched her several times?’’ Jin added. ‘’That can’t be, S/O would never be mad because of that.’’ Jungkook assured. Having a knot in his throat, Taehyung got up. ‘’Want us to go with you?’’ Namjoon asked getting a hold of his hand. ‘’N-No. It will be fine.’’ He tried to assure them and himself as he stepped out of the dorm and saw you waiting in front. You were typing on your phone, he came to you with shaky legs and without looking at him, you began to walk.


Taehyung did not dare to speak, he followed you in silence. He was scared, dead scared The worst case scenario kept on repeating in his mind and it was you, breaking up with him. ‘’Taehyung-‘’ you called. ‘’Y-Yes?’’ You slowed your pace of walking but Taehyung was not able to do it, so he passed you and continued to walk. You took the chance and hugged him from behind. Hs stopped. ‘’S/O-‘’ ‘’Continue to walk and just listen to me.’’ He swallowed, not being able to understand your sudden back hug. ‘’I can’t do this anymore Taehyung.’’ Tears formed in his eyes. ‘’I know you are busy and don’t have time for yourself, me or us, but this is too much!’’ Taehyung gulped, fighting the tears away.


‘’I can’t stand the fact that you are not talking to me, I am sick of seeing you being depressed. You don’t have to talk to me but for heaven’s sake you can text me. When we started dating, we promised we would talk to each other about anything and right now you are breaking that promise and I hate it!’’ By this time, Taehyung was crying. ‘’I love you Kim Taehyung so please, don’t push me away.’’  You tightened your grip around him. ‘’I know you are stressed out but-‘’ you instantly stopped when you felt drops falling on your hands.

‘’Tae, are you crying?’’ you unwrapped your hands from him and went in front of him. ‘’Why are you crying?’’ You asked occupying his cheeks with our hands and wiping the tears away you looked at him worried. ‘’I-I though you will break up with me.’’ He confessed pulling you close. ‘’I would never do that!’’ Taehyung rested his chin on the top of your head as he took a deep breath.
‘’Can we get some ice cream? I really want one.’’ Taehyung asked after couple of minutes and you chuckled moving away from him. ‘’Yes we can.’’ He gave you his square grin and pulled you back for a hug.

Originally posted by nnochu


Jeon Jungkook


‘’I did not do it!’’ You heard Jungkook yell which caused you to jump on your spot. ‘’Kookie-?’’ You asked as you peeked in the hallway. ‘’I did not do it Jin Hyung!’’ ‘’You were the last one who was in my room!’’ Jin said. You were confused, but then you noticed a black stain on Jin’s pink carpet. ‘’I swear to go I did not drink coffee in your room! I never drink coffee in anybody’s room unless it’s mine!’’ Kookie yelled again and Jin raised his eyebrow. ‘’Jeon Jungkook-‘’ Jin started with his mad voice and shiver went down your spine as you watched Jungkook’s eyes widen. ‘’I cannot believe you do not trust me.’’ He whispered as he stormed out, passing you and slamming dorm doors behind him.


You went after him, several minutes later when you yelled at boys for pranking him. You ran to every place he loved to go to when he was mad or stressed and in the end, you found him walking around the park, having head phones n his ears and pissed off face. You ran up to him and stood in front of him. ‘’Kookie-?’’ You called waving your hand, he looked at you. ‘’Not now S/O. Leave me alone.’’ He growled which caused you to step back and he passed you. Although he was scary when he was mad, you ran after him and jumped on his back.


Jungkook was startled when he felt you on top of him, but managed to caught you and maintain his balance. His hands were tightly wrapped around your legs as you leaned in, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. ‘’S/O, it’s really not time for this-‘’ he growled as you took his ear phones out. ‘’Just carry me around Kookie, you don’t have to say anything, just carry me.’’ Jungkook smiled lightly as he listened to your request. He had to admit, your presence always calmed him down, especially if there was any kind of physical contact. He focused on your body leaning against his back and peaceful sound of the night. ‘’I am sorry.’’ He said after some time, you kissed his cheek. ‘’It’s okay love, don’t worry about it.’’ Kookie smiled and turned his head towards you, kissing your cheek back.


‘’But the fact that Hyung does not trust’s me is pissing me off, I would never do that!’’ Jungkook pouted and you caressed his hair. ‘’He knows.’’ You responded. ‘’Yeah? Then why does he not trust me?’’ ‘’Because boys pranked you.’’ ‘’They WHAT?’’ ‘’Pranked you Kookie.’’ Jungkook growled, unwrapping his hands from you. ‘’I will kill them.’’ ‘’If you let go of me I will kill you!’’ when you said that, he instantly placed his hands back, and made sure you were comfortable on his back. ‘’S-Sorry.’’ Giggling, you leaned in again and pressed your lips against his neck. ‘’I don’t have problem with you killing them, but first you have to carry me back.’’ Jungkook chuckled. ‘’Deal Princess, but you will bail me out of jail right?’’ ‘’Yes, of course I will.’’ You both laughed as he walked back to the dorms, giving you a piggy back ride.

anonymous asked:

Hey this is regarding ur one post about writers bein told what to write if what they write is not their story to tell and i just want to say that i disagree with that. Im not a boy trying to survive an apocalypse but there is no law that says only those kinds of people can write that story. Currently im writing a sci fi about a trans boy and theres a scene where he explains dysphoria to another character. Most trans ppl have told me to go ahead. The point is anyone can write anything.

I suppose I’ve wanted to make a post compiling all of how I feel about that post for a while, and what better time to do it than now, when I need to be studying for finals I have tomorrow. So this will be that post. 

Yeah I don’t disagree with any of the concepts you’ve said. The post doesn’t say “only write what you’ve experienced” because I too believe that is bullshit and that writing is about exploring creativity and building complex characters through empathy and perspective. In my opinion, go ahead and write your trans character. Since dysphoria is a central part of what it means to be trans for many trans people, of course he might experience dysphoria and it’s definitely going to be a part of his character.

However, the problem comes when people who haven’t experienced oppression try to write it. Even with all the research in the world, they still won’t understand perfectly what minorities go through. Therefore, they are bound to get something wrong and even cause harm on those minorities who’s voices are being outspoken. And here I’m not talking about “this character is trans and that is a part of their character and thus affects the situation,” I’m talking about entire stories and narratives where the central plot revolves around the character’s oppression. I, a white person, wouldn’t write a story (such as, say, Song of Solomon) about what it’s like to be black and explore one’s identity as a black person. In the same way, I wouldn’t expect a straight person to write a story about what it’s like to be gay and explore one’s identity and oppression as a gay person. Oftentimes there will be a major misinterpretation which can lead to harmful stereotypes and negative impacts on a community. 

For example, many cis people trying to write about what it’s like to be trans will use the whole “born in the wrong body” narrative. The concept of this narrative affects trans people who try to actually explain what it’s like to be trans, and to most that is not what it’s like. Now, I’m not denying that there are some trans people who identify that way, but the majority of us do not. If you have a story about being trans and a trans character who identifies that way, unless it is addressed in the plot, could negatively affect real trans people by spreading that concept. I myself have been negatively affected by oversimplified ideas on what it’s like to be trans such as that one. 

One argument I’ve gotten constantly after I wrote that post is “but you can empathize with the character” and I agree with that critique of my post. In fact, I disagree with the wording that states that someone who is not a minority should NEVER write stories about such issues. In fact, I actually would encourage writing stories to help yourself understand what a family member or a friend is going through. The problem is when people begin to share these stories as if they are a final truth, and publish them as to make money off of minority’s struggles. When you publish a book or put something online, you should think of the negative consequences that could result. Now, most people don’t think before they post online, and I suppose that this concept I have thrown out there is something I wish people to think about before writing stories they wish to send out to the world. 

And, of course, naturally there’s the people who are saying “STUPID SJW LOGIC, FREEDOM OF SPEECH, CLEARLY THIS POST IS CENSORSHIP!!!” First of all, I am what many people would define as a “social justice warrior” due to my beliefs of basic human decency and complex social justice views. To that point I say, whatever, because I know those people exist and think that their “logic” will always be superior because they don’t consider emotion (but that is a different discussion). Freedom of speech is a very good law in America that allows people to express all ideas, regardless of what other people think of them. Freedom of speech, however, is not an excuse to say whatever you want because it’s legal. It’s legal to hang a Nazi flag on your door, but that doesn’t make it any less terrible. As for the people arguing this is censorship, they are wrong and clearly don’t know what censorship means. I am simply expressing and arguing my opinion on this matter. If they wish to disagree, then so be it, they do not have to listen to my opinion is they disagree with what I am saying. I am not pointing a gun at your head forcing you not to write anything, nor am I making it illegal to write what you want. I am expressing my opinion, and if you choose to ignore it, then do so. This is less of an issue than other things I have seen debated on here, such as whether or not to excuse LITERAL PEDOPHILIA, which I would argue against much more than something like this matter, which can harm people, but not in a massive way. 

TLDR: In my opinion, people who have not experienced oppression writing about it and spreading their ideas and information can be harmful, and has been harmful to me, which is why I made this post. If you wish to disagree with me, go ahead, because I am simply stating my opinion and arguing for it; I am not censoring you or forcing you to write/not write anything. 

Even though I’m struggling through these classes right now, I know that degree is going to be worth it. I’m going to keep working as hard as I can I know it’s going to pay off.
—  Affirmation of the day.
4 years // For you || Dan Howell

A/N: I wrote this imagine a really long time ago (before i even had this blog). I think it’s one of the best imagines I have ever written, mainly because it means a lot to me. 

Word Count: 2.3K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE // PART SIX  // PART SIX // PART SEVEN // PART EIGHT

Originally posted by arcticlester

“What are you watching ?” I asked, as I plopped down on the sofa next to him.

He looked up from his laptop screen and revealed a young black haired boy.

“His name is Amazingphil, he’s a Youtuber that I newly discovered. We have so much in common! I bet he’s the coolest guy ever.” Dan started to fanboy as his eyes sparkled with admiration.

Dan decided to show me all of this young guy’s videos while I rested my head against his shoulder. That was one of the things that I loved the most about my boyfriend of a nearly year, he could get so excited about things and people. He was so passionate about what he loved.

 1 week later

Dan and I had just finished high school and spent an awesome summer together. Dan was going to Manchester to study law soon and I still had to decide what to do with my life. But I’m afraid that my decision is now even harder than it was a week ago…

“I finally finished packing all my stuff, we can do whatever we want now” Dan exclaimed happily as his head appeared in the door.

He walked into the room and wrapped his long arms around my body. My head only reached his chin so I buried it into his warm chest.

“You know what I meant when I said ‘do whatever we want’ ” Dan seductively whispered in my ear.

His hands started sensually travelling up my spine. His warm lips had found their way to my neck and he started sucking on my sweet spot. I closed my eyes at the sensation and nearly gave in, but I couldn’t.  

I quickly broke away from his touch. It had cost me all will power I had.

“We need to talk” I blurted out, unable to keep it to myself any longer.

I gestured for him to sit down on the bed. He worriedly looked at me. Have the words ‘we need to talk’ ever meant something good? I don’t think so.

I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and placed my hands into his. It took me a while to force my mouth to say what he needed to know. My heart was not beating anymore it was racing.

“Dan, I’m pregnant”

It was difficult to say that without starting to cry or stutter. And I felt like those words, were the most powerful words that I had ever spoken. They didn’t just mean that there was a human being growing inside of my stomach right now. No, it also meant that our lives were going to change drastically.

His eyes widened in shock.

“W-HAT?!” he shouted. He rarely shouts. I tried to remain calm.

“I checked twice, definitely positive.”

“Wait..NO! You can’t be pregnant. Not now.” he jumped up from the bed. I didn’t know how I had expected him to react but definitely not like this. I was aware of the fact that he wasn’t going to be jumping around with joy but being angry with me was the wrong reaction.

“You are 18, that’s way too young. We want to go to university. You can’t have a baby, okay? I don’t want it.”

Those words lingered in the air. They seemed to echo from the walls. It was like everything I could hear sounded like 'I don’t want it’.

 I always thought that no matter what he’d be there for me. And he always was, until now. Now that I needed him the most. His slender figure stood in front of me but my vision was blurry. His cheeks were red and his expression was angry. I eyed him and instead of seeing my beloved boyfriend, I saw a monster.

That was not the Dan I knew and loved.  I didn’t want to lose control over the situation but I couldn’t stop myself from getting angry.

“Who do you think you are to decide what I’m gonna do with my baby?!”

If he had reacted differently, I would have said ‘our’. But as soon as he said 'I don’t want it’ it wasn’t our baby anymore, it was my baby.

With those words he lost the right to ever call it his. To ever call him the father of my child. Tears were streaming down my pale face and I couldn’t believe that I had thought, that we were going to raise a child together. I just lost the future with Dan. And got a future as a single mum.

I nearly heard something inside me shatter and for a short second I was so overwhelmed by emotional pain, that my vision got black and I was close to throwing up. I grabbed the bedpost and my fingernails dug into the light wood.

I just sat there and cried for a few minutes while Dan just watched. He stood there and watched me cry instead of holding me close, instead of telling me that everything was going to be alright.

But I had to be strong. Not for myself but for the tiny thing that was growing inside of my stomach. I had to be strong because one day that tiny thing would call mum. I regained strength and tried to stop crying.  

“I won’t fucking kill my son or daughter just because you are afraid of taking responsibility. I know I’m young and that it won’t be easy to do this on my own. But I do not need you. And the baby doesn’t need you either.” I clearly said while I evilly glared at him.

 Those were the last words that I ever spoke to him at least that was what I thought.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

4 years later 

It’s been five years and no matter how hard it was, I finally made it. I thought it was hard managing my university life during my pregnancy but it got only harder once the baby was here. As soon as I said those last words to Dan I packed my bags and moved back to my parents.

No goodbyes, nothing.

I honestly wouldn’t have known what to do without my parents. They helped me with everything and looked after my beautiful son while I was at uni or at work.

It was going great and I thought that I had finally figured everything out but that was until Luke turned 4.

And now I was on the way from Leeds to London to search for the one person that I never wanted to see for the rest of my life.

I haven’t heard of him since I left. If I had had a miscarriage he wouldn’t know. If I had died during giving birth, he wouldn’t know. He didn’t even know whether it was a boy or girl. I obviously knew a bit about him though.

It’s hard not to, since he was now such a successful Youtube celebrity. It’s funny how he was actually living together with the guy whose videos he showed me when we were 18.

I sometimes caught myself starring at his Youtube channel, but I have never dared to click on one of his videos. I wouldn’t bear seeing him. Sometimes it’s even hard for me to look at my son, since he looks like the mini version of him with lighter hair.

A monotonic voice announced that we had reached the underground station that I had to get off at.

I walked up the dirty stairs and after checking the directions I got on another bus. I hadn’t been in London for ages and just realized how much I had missed this beautiful place. I got off three stations later and started searching for the address that I was given.

As I passed the numbered houses and got closer to the one that I was searching for, my stomach was tied into a knot and I was seconds away from vomiting into Dan’s plants next to the his red front door.

I stared at the closed entrance for almost five minutes until I gathered the strength to ring the doorbell. I waited and while I hoped that nobody would answer I prayed that this was the right address and that I’d found him.

I nervously bit my bottom lip as the door opened. I immediately recognized the black haired boy. His hair was shorter and less emo but overall he hadn’t changed too much.

I wasn’t sure if Dan had mentioned my existence. I knew that he hadn’t told his fans.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. I’m Dan’s ex-girlfriend and I really need to see him.” I stuttered.

He looked at me with kind blue eyes and shortly after he introduced himself as Phil he guided me up the stairs.

As he saw that my hands were shaking he eyed me worriedly. Although I had already planned what to say a million times and imagined how this situation might go, I was still fatally nervous.

“Who is it ?” I heard somebody call. Phil opened the white door in front of us for me and without him following I entered the room.

The door fell shut, I heard Phil’s footsteps on the floor and then I saw him.

He was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper in the lounge. He looked up from the white pages as he saw me. A confused expression appeared on his still beautiful face. The 18 year old boy that I had left 5 years ago had turned into a man. He wasn’t slender anymore and his arms didn’t look like they were too large for his body. He got rid of his long hair just like his friend Phil. Although I loved his fringe I had to admit that this hair cut suited him very well.

“Y/N?” He asked as soon as he had recognized my face.

I had planned this on the train, tube and bus and now that it was happening I was speechless and my mouth wouldn’t open. I just nervously stood there feeling like the dumbest person in the entire world in the middle of his lounge.

'Why is he so damn beautiful’ I cried to myself.

“Why don’t you sit down” he asked politely. “Do you want some coffee or tea?”

 2 minutes later he returned from the kitchen and placed a cup of hot breakfast tea in front of me.

“So…” he started. “ How uhm- what happened after you left?”

“I moved back to my parents”

“Leeds, right?”

“Yeah”

“And the..”

“His name is Luke” I simply stated just to see his reaction.

He swallowed hard. “It’s a boy” he breathed and his eyes got watery.

I nodded looking away. Minutes of silence followed in which Dan tried to comprehend that there was an actual human being out there that shared his DNA.

“Do you need money, I thought you’d come sooner or later.”

“Money!? wait- what ..– no.” I said irritated.

“Okay, I get that you are probably asking yourself why I am here since you thought that you’d never see me again. To be honest Dan, I really wanted to never see you again. The person that left me alone, pregnant at 18.”

I swallowed hard but continued with a strong voice.

“I look at Luke and remember that you didn’t want him to survive. Luke looks so much like you and he doesn’t even know because he has never seen has biological father. “

Dan looked down, a hint of shame and regret surrounded him.

“When I come home from work at 10 pm he crawls into my bed and asks me where you are and why you aren’t here. And every time he asks me I don’t know what to say. Should I tell him that his father is gone because he exists? Should I tell him his father left because he didn’t want to be his dad?”

Dan slightly shook his head as if he were disagreeing, probably disappointed by his past self.

“Every time he asks who you are, I close the laptop tab that I had opened your Youtube channel in because if he saw your videos he’d want to see you in real life. And I would have to hear your voice while he stares at the screen.”

I heard my voice getting weaker, but there was still something to be said.

“When the doctors told us that Luke needed suitable stem cells after his chemotherapy in order to survive he asked me if he was going to be alright again and once again I didn’t know what to say.”

Dan’s lowered head snapped up as his eyes met mine and they were full of shock and horror.

“Every night I pray that the right someone would donate his or her stem cells that can be used for my little angel. Then this morning the doctor called me into his office to tell me that he checked the data and found out that Luke’s father could be a possible donor. And all I could think about was that I shouted 'the baby doesn’t need you’ in your face the last time we spoke.”

My voice broke as my whole body was shaking.

“Right now my 4 years old son is lying in a hospital bed and the only person that can save his life is the one that I’d still be together with if I had already ‘killed’ him 5 years ago.”

Dan’s expression spoke of unbelievable pain and every word that left my mouth was like another hit. There were tears in both of our eyes.

“And when Luke asked me where I was going today as I left his side at 4 in the morning to get here I answered : I’m going to get dad.”

College AU! Jungkook - Coffee Shop Barista

Originally posted by jkguks

A/N: hi ! this is my very first post ever so I hope everyone who sees this enjoys!!

Also this College AU will be with all the boys, but with different scenarios


  • You were up all night working on a project you waited until last minute to do
  • Needless to say you needed caffeine or you would murder someone
  • So you walk into your college’s coffee shop, hair messy and eyes tired
  • You don’t expect to see such a handsome boy to be your barista
  • How does one look so good so early in the morning ???
  • He’s a wizard
  • Only logical explanation
  • Once it’s your turn to order he takes one look at you and can’t look you in the eye for the rest of the time you’re in the shop
  • You’re so worried its because you scared him with how tired and dead you look
  • Little do you know
  • This boy is blushing so hard because he knows you from his Literacy class
  • He has always thought you were very cute
  • But he has always been too shy to actually talk to you
  • And now you’re here
  • Where he works
  • In his too tight apron
  • And his stupid visor
  • Oh gosh
  • Basically you’re both embarrassed messes and need to stay out of your own heads
  • He calls for you, handing you your coffee while still not looking you in the eye
  • Therefore he can’t see how flustered you are by him saying your name
  • You quickly leave the shop dying to know the cute barista’s name
  • Maybe if you would of really looked at him you would’ve seen his name tag
  • But you do see a smiley face on your cup and realize he had to have drawn it
  • When you go to your Literary class later in the day you don’t expect to see said cute barista sitting right in the front
  • (he did it on purpose so you’d be forced to notice)
  • You hate sitting in the front
  • But you could get by sitting next to a cute boy
  • So you plop right next to him, still refusing to look at him (but hey at least you had the courage to sit by him, right?)
  • He’s shocked
  • But really glad
  • The class goes by in a haze as you’re mostly just focusing on Jungkook
  • (you found out his name by looking at his notebooks/notes)
  • (wow his notes are neat and diligent af)
  • When you go to the coffee shop the next day you’re disappointed to not see Jungkook working
  • He’s also not there when you go to your lecture
  • Where is this cute boy at ???
  • You continue on your day though, not putting too much thought into it
  • The next time you have that class he’s there, sitting a little further back, looking stressed as heck
  • You sit next to him again and actually turn to look at him, noticing his pink nose and cheeks
  • “So uh….how’s working in the coffee shop?”
  • You curse yourself for being so awkward and tense
  • Luckily he finds it cute
  • “Exactly how you think working in a coffee shop made for tired college students is.”
  • You actually laugh??
  • And hes all bunny smiles, so glad he could make you smile and laugh
  • You two continue talking and getting to know each other until the professor walks in
  • Throughout the lecture you notice how lost he looks so you hand this poor boy your notes
  • He gives you a real big smile which instantly makes you flustered and look away
  • He finally notices this and with a sudden rush of confidence, he writes his number and a smiley face on a blank page in your notebook when you’re not looking
  • At the end of the class he hands you back your notebook all sweet and innocent like
  • You don’t even notice that he wrote his number because you never really check that notebook too much
  • So this POOR BUNNY is so upset thinking you weren’t interested and goes to work all pouty and moody
  • Little does he know you’re there already, studying in a little booth towards the back
  • So he comes in and puts on his uniform before he notices you
  • And he’s a little angry that you’re here after (unintentionally) rejecting him
  • But he’s fine after a few minutes of taking angry people’s orders
  • Finally you get to your literacy notebook and you open it, just wanting to find one small note when you see black marker seeping through one of the pages
  • You flip to that page and see some messy blob of,,,,something??
  • You’re able to make out the smiley face though
  • You instantly turn to look at Jungkook, finally putting two and two together
  • You grab your notebook and walk up to the counter
  • When he realizes you’re standing in line, holding your notebook, he pANICS
  • Are you going to call him out right now?
  • He tries acting cool and collected so when you’re next in line he’s strictly professional
  • “So what can I get you today?”
  • You hold up the messy page
  • “Your number please”
  • Needless to say you guys quickly become one of the cutest couples on campus
  • And his coworkers constantly tease him about you
  • But he actually doesn’t mind it in the slightest
  • Anyway you guys always study together and he always makes you drinks to try
  • It’s just a really cute and sweet relationship

Bonus:

How AC characters study for finals
  • Altaïr: *stares at the stack of papers* DESYNCHRONIZED
  • Malik: *tries to get Altaïr's shit together by repeatedly insulting him* NOVICE!!!
  • Ezio: *sexts his girlfriend*
  • Ezio text: [hey come over I'm going to fail this anyways lol]
  • Connor: *studies hard the whole night, watches puppy videos to relax*
  • Connor: I'm going to die :,)
  • Haytham: *doesn't need to study because this ass is a smart ass*
  • Lee: *procrastinates because knows that he's gonna cheat from Haytham tomorrow*
  • Hickey: *doesn't give a shit, drops out the day before finals are over*
  • Aveline: *crams material that isn't even on the final, but just in case*
  • Aveline: Imma learn all capitals of the world for this math exam....
  • Edward: alright, after studying hard for an hour, I'm going to take a shot of vodka...lets go
  • Edward: *gets drunk in 30 minutes*
  • Adewale: *tries to help Edward, gives up and drinks as well*
  • Shay: *betrays his study group, skips finals, decides to become a sailor*
  • Shay: fuck ya'll, imma swim to the sunset.
  • Arno: *consumes a large amount of baguettes in 15 minutes because he's nervous*
  • Arno: Ah merde, there are no questions about me. I'm going to fail.
  • Elise: *tries to study while watching Arno sob about his sorry ass*
  • Elise: ....why am I dating you again?
  • Evie: *studies hard af a month before finals, takes extra classes, barely leaves her room*
  • Jacob: :D lel where da party tho?
  • Henry: *joins to study with Evie just because he has a crush on her*
  • Henry inside: *^* she is so concentrated, omfg I want her now.
  • Starrick: *joins Haytham on the Smart Ass train*
  • Starrick: idgf, I've got money, ya'll can suck my d-