original post with lots of notes

studyblr awards

hey hey hey! jo (@obsidianstudy) here!!
so i’ve got a little studyblr awards thingy for you guys in celebration of me hitting a lot of milestones recently, hehe!! (ノ´ з `)ノ<3


  • sweetheart (nicest blogger)
  • happiness (most aesthetic blog)
  • amazing (best original content)
  • otherworldly (coolest theme)
  • intricate (awesomest url)
  • neat-o (best notes)
  • stunning (best planner/journal/etc)
  • reference (best masterposts)
  • bby (baby studyblrs)


  • must be following me !!
  • must reblog this post! (likes are nice, but not necessary)
    • if your studyblr is a side blog, mention your main in the tags!
    • if you have less than 1k followers, you can join the baby studyblrs category, just mention it in the tags!

awards + prizes 

  • a masterpost of your choice
  • a graphic made of your choice (according to your specifications)
  • an aesthetic / moodboard / blog rate thing???
  • my absolute adoration and eternal friendship!!
  • a spot on my awards page / promo page
  • a calligraphy/typography thing dedicated to you (can say anything you want, color, etc.)
  • anything else i can offer, basically tbh

this ends march 31, 2017!
thanks for joining, guys, and i hope you all have fun!  (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

(okay so just as a brief note, i was originally going to make this ref more fancier and cleaner like my Lapis redesign, but because i ran out of motivation to do this (while at the same time wanting to get this done and out of the way so i can move on to other things I’ve been wanting to draw), i just sorta rushed drawing this and i made this into a much simpler ref. so i apologize if this looks pretty bad ;o;)

lately I’ve been seeing a lot of redesigns for some of the SU characters (esp. for Lapis and Pearl) but I haven’t really seen a lot of Peridot redesigns floating around, so I decided to make one myself!

so I’ll go ahead and talk about my thoughts that went into this redesign under the cut:

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people are jerks, but not you (pietro maximoff)

Originally posted by imaginecabin

((exciting!! first non-request!! i hope you like it lots and feel free to send requests!!)

(note: I hc the Maximoffs as Eastern-European Jews who moved to the US (which is true in the comics but never addressed in the films)).

(warnings for non-descriptive mentions of blood, bullying, xenophobia, food)

Pietro Django Maximoff has never been popular. 

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03.18.17 // update

as some of you might have noticed, i haven’t been very diligent with the march study challenge. i’ve been overwhelmed by schoolwork as well as complications in my personal life, and i just haven’t had the time to post very much original content (a lot of it was old photos oops). i’m probably not going to be completing the challenge unfortunately because of the aforementioned reasons. thank you to everyone who has supported me w/my high school acceptance/rejection deal and everyone who participated in my blogrates (it was a lot of fun!!), and just all you lovely people in general :3

on brighter note, i’m currently on a four day weekend (though most of it will be spent at competitions and tournaments) so i have a bit more time to work on my notes. i actually really like how this post turned out; when it was just the two pics on my phone not together, it was pretty boring but they go really well together.

i know i’m kinda far away from 1k right now, but i was just wondering, would you guys be interested in me revealing my face, sort of as a thank you for your support? tell me what you think!!

A lot of people ask me why writers care so much about notes. It’s really difficult to explain it to someone who doesn’t write…but…this is the analogy I came up with after giving it some thought:

You know when you’ve studied really hard for an exam? Like, really, really, hard, and you walk out of the room thinking, yes, I’ve got this.

That’s how it feels when you originally post the fic.

But then, a week later, you find out that you didn’t ace the exam. That you were overconfident. That you didn’t do as well as you thought you did. In fact, you weren’t even close. You failed. Miserably. 

That sinking feeling of hopelessness, the realisation that you weren’t good enough (even though that’s not true). That’s how it feels to put your heart and soul into a fic and get next to no response. 

All that effort seems wasted. 

Tik: The mail men are taking a nap after playing!

Tok: They still got lots of paper tho! You want paper? We’ll give you some!

[ The notes on the original Flora Ball post broke on us so we’re unable to send invites to the people liking and reblogging that post. We’ll now be using this post to send invites through! 

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  • Invites are not mandatory to attend! They’re just fun prompts to let you draw your character reacting and getting ready.
  • If you do not get a personal invite from one of the mods, you can still participate!
  • All pokemon character blogs whether text based, art based, ask blogs, rp blogs, or daily blogs are welcome
  • Reply to this post to get your invite. Reblogs and Likes will not count here as to avoid mixing people up who already got their invites!
  • If you’re a side blog, put the url you want us to use in your reply!
  • Original Flora Ball post here for info about the event and the mods running it!
  • If you already got your invite, you don’t have to do anything but helping to spread the message would help.]

So, who wants an invitation?

Getting rid of nazis on your blog

Hey, if you’re sick of nazis on your Tumblr but you keep on having to block new ones, Tumblr’s most recent experimental feature can probably really help you out. It’s called Reblog Graphs and you can test it here

Basically, what it does is show you a network of how your post was reblogged and who were big influencers in getting lots of reblogs. That’s useful in general but extra usefull if you want to know who to block to get rid of shit on your dash. 

For example, this post that I wrote got a lot of notes and when I use Reblog Graphs is generates this graph:

I’m the yellow dot and all the other dots are reblogs, the bigger the dot, the most reblogs originated from that reblog. Next, I can click on the dots and see who they are and what content they added. For example:

When @thatdiabolicalfeminist reblogged my post the result was a lot of supportive reblogs, helpful feedback and conversations that I want to have. 

But check out the other cluster: 

When wogbeginatcalais reblogged my post the result was a stream of hateful comments by white supremacist, nazi blogs and nazi trolls. Not stuff I want and one reblog started all of it. 

I had blocked a lot of white supremacist blogs when the hate started, but according to Reblog Graph I missed out on quite a lot of the most important blogs that were causing my post to be noticed by these shits in the first place. By blocking key nazi dots in this chain, I can now more effectively stop nazi shits from finding my posts. Good to know!

That’s all. Happy Tumblring. 

Originally posted by beatingthebinary

The Last Breath

Summary : A mission goes horribly for the reader, and the team has to face the harsh reality.
Prompt “You can’t salvage any of me”
“You’ve got to let me go” 
(I don’t remember where I got this from but if you know who/where, do tell)

Word Count : 1,208.

Warnings : Death?? Violence. Angst. It’s also a lot bit shitty

A/N : so this is my first EVER fic that I post here. I originally had another one that I wanted to post as my first (because I’m a perfectionist and want my first writing be good), but this came to me in the middle of the night and I just had to do it. It’s weird because the other fic I originally wanted to post has been in my laptop since August last year. SO yeah. I hope it’s okay, and I would like to know what you think (cue the sound of crickets)

Do note that English is not my first language so any errors do tell me (: 

Here goes… 

You don’t remember how you got into this mess.

You don’t remember how a huge block of what used to be a wall had smashed you to the floor, immobilizing you from protecting yourself from the rubbles that followed when the building violently shook.

You don’t even remember hearing the blast of a bomb (or perhaps several bombs) since you were too busy fighting for your own life against the merciless agents shooting at you. All your ears could pick up was the raining of bullets, hectic voices through your earpiece and the loud thumping of your heart.

What you do remember when you blinked your eyes in trying to regain your vision was how you got separated from your colleagues; the building was quiet, too quiet as you slowly walked down he corridors with your gun raised. Nat had secured the IT room with Steve, their next target of an archive room to be checked once you and Bucky had given the green light.

He looked at you warily, knowing how uneasy it felt as he continued the path with you. The flickering lights added an ominous feel of this whole mission, which only added to your apprehension. Every swift sound made the hairs at your back stand, every step of your boots to the floor had you holding your gun all the more tighter.

Straight ahead, you could see two pathways going opposite each other. Bucky stood next to you when you halted, scanning over your right before looking up at him and nodding for him to go left. You knew it was a reckless move to be separated by your only back-up, but you wanted this ordeal to end as fast as it could. Bucky was hesitant but when you gave him a stern look, he obliged. He too wanted this to be over.

The silence was heavy, and you forced yourself to pick up any disturbances. So when you heard the echo of guns fired, all of your senses were heightened. You turned just in time to see people clad in black with heavy armories charging at you, switching your defenses on. You fought, shot and slammed them out of your way, ignoring the injuries they left as adrenaline (and fear) ran wildly in your veins.

You tried to voice out your situation, but found it hard to even breathe as the pain shocked your body. You felt the crushing concrete on your leg and a stinging jab in your abdomen. It was with horror when you looked down at yourself, finding a jagged piece of industrial wire sticking out of you. The blood pumping out of you was enough to know that you weren’t going to make it out –not this time.

The piercing pain was excruciating, but it was the distant screams of your team mates that pained you the most.

Natasha was the first person to be next to you, and the terror splayed in her expression shook you to your core; she was always the best in hiding emotions and feelings, well-known to always be collected. You always admired how she would always be unreadable unless she wanted to be otherwise. So for her eyes to be bulged with fear, it affirmed you how fucked up you were.

Steve and Bucky set on to remove the block off of you before figuring out how to save you. You heard their panicked voices vaguely when they argued how to help you.

“Pulling it out will only make her bleed more” one of them argued. You could hear them call out for emergency evacuation, your situation made clear. You were shaking uncontrollably as the block was lifted, the breeze of cold air adding to your discomfort.

“Stay with me, (y/n)” you heard the soft voice of Nat as she placed both her hands on your shoulder, looking at your hazy eyes. With great strength, you managed to place your hand to her forearm and hoped the squeeze of your palm to her was real and not your imagination. You tugged your lips upwards slightly before mumbling an ‘it’s okay’.

“She’s turning blue. WHERE IS EVAC?” you heard Bucky yell before he was at your side. Nat moved to your leg, assessing the extent of the injury. You felt her prodding uselessly around.

You can’t salvage any of me” you croaked, feeling the scratch of your throat before spluttering warm liquid out of you. You tasted fresh blood on your tongue, your blood and knew the end was near.

They all looked up in alarm when another powerful shook of the building happened. You wanted them to go, wanted them to save themselves. But as if reading your mind, Steve interrupted your thought and said “We’re not leaving you behind. There’s got to be a way out for all of us” as he moved around.

You could only shake your head in protest when a heaviness settled on you. You felt like you were sinking down into the floor, your eyelids threatening to close your eyes permanently. Bucky wrapped an arm underneath your neck, pulling you closer to him.

“No. Don’t give into that, (y/n)” he shouted, though to you he may have simply whispered.

A hand had place itself on the crown of your head, so warm and gentle you knew it was Nat’s before her renowned hair came into view. She was stroking your head, a loving action that made you feel safe (however ironic it was). You still felt it ghosting over your hair even when she stopped, backing away from you to escape from witnessing a close friend be taken away, another friend lost once more.

Steve was panting, his helmet long ago discarded to show you his ruffled hair and furrowed eyebrows. He was standing close to your body, not wanting to touch your weakening form, not wanting to feel you slowly disappear.

Another violent jerk of the building forced them to come to terms with what was happening; the building was going to be in ruins and you, sadly, were going to be in it. Wordlessly Steve and Nat communicated this harsh truth, and agonizingly plucked out their emotions out of their way.

This somehow enlightened you. At least they would be safe. Steve placed a hand of Bucky’s shoulder, signaling it was time to move but Bucky was adamant.
“I’m not leaving without (y/n)” he spoke.

“Buck” you breathed, hoping he would listen to you just this once, “you’ve got to let me go” you continued.

You saw his eyes dilate in both shock and fear, the hold he has on you tightening before he made to argue, but Nat too was urging him to let you go. You didn’t dare look at Nat (not wanting her to spectate your last moments) as she pulled Bucky away from you.

You felt his arm place you ever so gently on the ground, and it was in that moment that you closed your eyes, finally giving into the weight that won’t open them again. You didn’t feel anymore stinging, piercing or jabbing as the lead-feel coated your body. With a last set of inhale and exhale, you didn’t even sense the building crumbling away.

And with it; you.

Tagging @imaginingbucky@avengersnthings because they’re the ones who inspired me to post my fics. You may not know who I am but thanks for the courage 

ok i saw that some people in the notes were confused about the part where i said “every character that wasnt from the original series + leo was awful” so id thought id clarify:

back in 2012-ish (aka the time period im referring to in this post) almost every new character in the heroes of olympus was shat on-piper and jason were “knockoff percabeth,” frank and hazel were largely ignored except for lazel drama, reyna was treated as some girl trying to steal percy, everyone hated octavian like they do today, etc.

the only exception to this was leo since A. he was like the class clown of the series and B. he was single at the time which meant shippers had free reign and fangirls could ship themselves with him. so he ended up becoming a fandom favorite and escaped the harsh critiscism most of the fans had been unleashing on the other characters

so yeah thats what i meant by that part of the post. ok u can keep on scrolling now

Bubbles | Oneshot

Summary: You always thought blowing bubbles was for children.
Word Count: 5,479
Genre: mahou!au, fantasy, angst, fluff
Member: Lee “Dino” Chan 
TW: weapons, violence, death

A/N: it’s taking a lot of courage for me to post this aha,,, this originally the first fic (or fic part lmao) i posted in my transition from a gfx to a writing blog so it’s rly dear to me…. the original flopped (like. 0 notes flopped. lmao.) so i deleted it and put up coffee + roses instead (which actually caught the interest of a few people.) i decided to bring back my first fic (revised and the entire storyline condensed into a oneshot, obviously) as a special in my lil project for chan’s birthday. i hope you enjoy!

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Geography notes from yesterday for today! (It’s honestly just me rewriting what has been provided by the teacher, but let’s count them as notes!)

Has anybody tried the daiso soft marking pens before? They are a lot like mildliners but much cheaper (5 for $2) I’m low-key in love with the pastel set

Okay so I’m actually eating breakfast now while dreading the exam later so…

To everybody out there dreading their exams, you are not alone! (You are never alone in this community)

Better Than This - Revamp

Author’s Note: As you may or may not know, I’m taking down and revamping a lot of my fics to post to the pond. I’m really just going over them and making sure they are beta’d and up to par :) This one wasn’t originally beta’d, but @avasmommy224 was happy to oblige me. 

Title: Better Than This

Author: MelBelle45

Pairing: AU!Sam X Reader

Warnings: Smut, innocent smut, fluffy goodness as well. I’ve been told this one will make ovaries explode - so, protect yourself as best you can :) 

Word Count: 2,352

Summary: Written for @teamfreewill-imagine Sam’s Sixty June Jobs challenge. In my AU Sam world, he’s a delivery driver with old fashioned family values.


You closed the bedroom door quietly and tossed the burp cloth in the hamper with a sigh of relief.  Your four month old son usually didn’t fight sleep, but today must have been an exception. It must have been an exception all around because getting your 5 year old daughter and 7 year old son to simply get ready for school this morning was exceptionally exhausting. Between one melting down because you didn’t buy Spiderman toothpaste and the other slamming her door while screaming, “you’re so mean!” all because you made her put socks on with her shoes, your patience was already waning. Then there was the fight over who was getting in the van first, who was getting out first, and who loved mommy more. You were so ready for your husband to get home for some relief.

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Imagine Update:

So I posted my first ever imagine about the television series The Originals last week. I wanted to see if the feedback I got on it and how much people loved it by notes or reblogs or asking if there was a part two.

 I looked over the imagine again to see that it’s almost at 100 NOTES!!! So thanks to everyone that liked it and reblogged Just A Girl. I will now be writing about the originals. I’m so happy because I have a lot of ideas and hope you enjoy it.

I’ll be making a separate masterlist because I’m OCD and i probably think its better for you guys to find it but I’m not sure. I’ll put it on my first masterlist and see what happens.

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Bite Me (Bitch)

Originally posted by jjks

Note: This is another reupload with edits from my old writing blog (uyuagashi-fics).  I held a prompt game that was a lot of fun, and the request that time was “Suga + bite + breaking the rules”.  This one fits so well with all the vampire looks BTS has gifted us with.  As always, I added in a LOT more to the original post and tidied up some portions of the writing.  This is very BTVS-inspired in terms of vampire lore but there’s lore from other shows/movies/books mixed in as well.  Also, I lost so much steam with this, and I’m unhappy, but whatever.  

I am currently stuck on a very important portion of my Radio DJ Suga AU, and I need to focus on other writing to get out of my rut.  

Summary:  Your existence should repulse him, but Yoongi can’t bring himself to hate you when he craves your bite.  ~Vampire AU~




Yoongi is in a bizarre state of discomfort when he sits through eighty minutes of an in-depth lecture on vampires during DEM 325 (Demonic Physiology).  The other recruits in his class are studiously taking notes as their instructor goes through slide after slide of vampire anatomy, but he can’t bring himself to write down a word.  He can feel his ulcers acting up when the instructor pays special attention to mortality zones.

“Some of you are taking the laboratory component this semester with me,” Dr. Kim notes with a kind, yet condescending smile.  “And let me give you a hint: vampires are Big on the final.  The bulk of my field research is focused on vampires, so it’s an area I know well.”  She pauses for effect.  “And if I see outstanding talent, there are always positions open in my team.”  

The class murmurs with excitement.  Getting real field experience was the dream for recruits.

Dr. Kim gives the class an indulgent smile once more.  “So make sure you do the reading.”  

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ok uh. from the notes on this post im starting to wonder

do people actually not know that ‘asexual’ is a biological term thats been around forever with a COMPLETELY different meaning? like the original meaning of the term ‘asexual’ and correct definition in Most contexts is an organism that reproduces without the fusion of gametes w/ another organism, which is asexual (as opposed to sexual) reproduction

that’s why people who arent aware of “asexual” being used as a descriptor for level of sexual attraction sometimes go “so what youre like an amoeba?” bc that’s Actually What It Means and has meant for ages to most ppl

Thoughts on YouTube Red.

Since YouTube recently announced their new payed service “YouTube Red”. Everyone has been up to arms about it, for mainly good reasons! 

YouTube doesn’t exactly have the greatest reputation when it comes to new updates.

YouTube Red’s main selling points being: You can watch YouTube without ads, watch original shows, download videos, access to music library, etc. All for $10 a month. (Source)

It’s worth noting right away that my show “Scary PewDiePie” will be available via YouTube Red. (Link)

So how come YouTube, an ad revenue website decided to switch to include payed services? This might seem insane, especially since YouTube comes from the ad giant Google.

Well, despite YouTube being a huge website, YouTube still isn’t profiting. Daily Mail posted earlier this year:

If you read through all those bullet points, the answer behind YouTube Red’s existence becomes a lot more clear.

Either way, it still seems that most people aren’t sold about YouTube Red yet:

Why? Well the answer is simple, people’s main argument being: “Why would I pay $10 a month for a service that I can get for free with Adblock”? 

So out of curiosity, I asked via Twitter how many people actually use adblock:

I can also confirm with my own Google statistics that, that 40% is a correct estimate.

It’s a number that has grown a lot over the years, from roughly 15-20% when I started. And it’s not unlikely that it will keep growing.

What this means is that YouTubers lose about 40% of their ad income.

Personally, I’m ok with if you use adblock on my videos. Ads are annoying, I get it, I’m not here to complain about that.

But for smaller channels, this number can be devastating.

Despite this, it seems that many people’s general attitude towards Adblock is very open loose:

I think what many people still don’t realize is that:

# YouTube Red exist largely as an effort to counter Adblock. 

# Using Adblock doesn’t mean you’re clever and above the system. 

# YouTube Red exist because using Adblock has actual consequences. 

Now, there are questions remained to be answered about YouTube Red. Like: How much of YouTube Red’s $10 actually goes to it’s creators? How come YouTubers don’t get payed for Novembers free trial period? This was changed recently, (Source). Will YouTube Red actually be beneficial for smaller channels? Is the $10 price actually justified?

These are all important questions about YouTube Red. But right now, it’s more important that we understand what the actual problem here is.

A few days ago I made a little post spoofing No Fear Shakespeare and it got a lot of notes in a very short amount of time, but I feel like I’ve been remiss, because the actual NFS translation of the scene referred to (Act 3, Scene 1 of Romeo and Juliet) is so much better than any dumb thing I could’ve invented.

In the original, Tybalt, out looking for Romeo, approaches Romeo’s friend Mercutio and says, “Mercutio, thou consort’st with Romeo.” 

NFS translates “consort” as “hang out,” a literal reading which seems reasonable enough on the surface, but misses the double edge of subtle insult that would have been obvious to Shakespeare’s audience. The word “consort” is trivializing, assigning a lower-class, servile status to Mercutio comparable to that of a hired musician–basically, Tybalt is calling Mercutio a lackey. (That’s the G-rated version–think of what the word “consort” meant in Greek mythology, for instance.)

There’s no easy way, though, to translate this stealthy dig into modern English without changing up the entire phrase, and NFS, which is very anti-footnote, refuses to have a single byword by way of explanation. 

Instead, Tybalt says “hang out,” and Mercutio inexplicably flies off the handle and goes into a rant about how he’s not even in a band:

“Goddammit–‘Hang out!’”

  • thing that makes me sad: posts in actuallyautistic tags that claim that autigender is an illegitimate identity, or that it's offensive to "actually disabled" autistic people
  • thing that makes it better: the anti-autigender posts never get a lot of notes, and any original posts made in response to affirm autigender identity get tons of notes
  • for more information about what autigender means: http://metapianycist.tumblr.com/post/138035648238/psa
  • additionally: i am a real live autistic person on government disabled-person assistance because i'm too disabled to work due to autism plus comorbid stuff, *and* i affirm trans autistic people who are autigender. your gender being autigender doesn't invalidate any other autistic person's gender. keep being your awesome autistic selves. <3

( ♛ )              under the cut you will find #113 gif icons of holland roden, all of them cropped, resized and edited by me. please note that none of the original gifs belong to me and full credit goes to the makers (if you want any of your gifs removed, let me know asap and i will do so). feel free to give this a like/reblog if it was useful to you! 

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