out around campus

STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!

*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.

FOR AMIGOS;

  • “How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”
  • “You were right. As per usual.”
  • “Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”
  • “You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”
  • “Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”
  • “You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”
  • “Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”
  • “I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”
  • “Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”
  • “I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”
  • “Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”
  • “No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”
  • “You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”
  • “How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”
  • “I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
  • “Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”
  • “When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”
  • “I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”
  • “It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”
  • “Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”
  • “That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”
  • “Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”
  • “Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”
  • “When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”
  • “We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”
  • “How much money do you have on you?”
  • “Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”
  • “Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”
  • “For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

FOR LOVERS;

  • “I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”
  • “I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”
  • “I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”
  • “If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”
  • “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
  • “I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”
  • “I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”
  • “Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”
  • “Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”
  • “I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”
  • “Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”
  • “If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”
  • “Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”
  • “Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”
  • “We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”
  • “So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”
  • “My dog licks better than you do.”
  • “But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”
  • “I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”
  • “And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”
  • “I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”
  • “This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”
  • “I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”
  • “Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”
  • “A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”
  • “Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”
  • “Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”
  • “Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”
  • “I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”
  • “I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”
  • “I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”

FOR TEXTERS;

  • [text] This is upsetting my poop.
  • [text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.
  • [text] So it involves feces and large birds.
  • [text] She said that to you? Why?
  • [text] Please come back. I miss you.
  • [text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?
  • [text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.
  • [text] …did you just send me a nude?
  • [text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.
  • [text] I don’t know why I said that.
  • [text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.
  • [text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.
  • [text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?
  • [text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.
  • [text] Please. I need this so badly.
  • [text] I trust you completely.
  • [text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.
  • [text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.
  • [text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.
  • [text] I will not get you donuts.
  • [text] Please? I love you.
  • [text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.
  • [text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.
  • [text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.
  • [text] You’re cute.
  • [text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.
  • [text] Fuck off.
  • [text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.

A quick sketch of an AU I’ve been thinking of.  This is what I have so far.

  1. Marco meets a girl he’s never seen before at his school and they become close friends. 
  2. The girl introduces herself as Star Butterfly after pointing to the star on her wand and a butterfly that passes by.
  3. They always hang out around sunset on campus. 
  4. He invites her to hang out with him at his place but she always say’s she has something to do.
  5. He thinks its cute that she holds a hand made wand and acts like she has magic.
  6. He thinks it’s just her personality till one day she “casts” a spell and an object nearby him moves.  
  7. She starts moving things around them more often and he starts to believe that this girl really knows magic.
  8. Reality hits and more clues reveal a different story.
  9. “Star Butterfly” isn’t a student at their school but “was” a student.  
  10. “Star Butterfly” isn’t a girl from another dimension but someone lost in time and space.  
  11. “Star Butterfly” is actually a lost spirit stuck in her own world, during the time in which she died. 
  12. Death is still unknown. 
  13. “Star Butterfly” doesn’t know that she’s dead and is always stuck in the loop that she “has something to do.”

YUP! THAT’S IT! NOW TO FALL BACK INTO THE STRESS MACHINE AND SURVIVE THE REST OF THE WEEK! 

Used To Pt. 1 ( V or Jungkook)

Genre: Angst
Part 1.

“YA Taehyung!” You screamed, hitting his arm after he scared you. “What was that for?” He pouted, pretending to be innocent. You glared at him, “Don’t pretend Kim Taehyung.”


The boy just gave you the usual toothy grin and low giggle that made you like your best friend. “Sorry (y/n).” He said cutely like a child. Who wouldn’t forgive him after saying it like that?


You smiled and he pinched your cheeks, “Your smile suits you much better. But you still look cute when you glare.” He squished ur cheeks to make you form a fishy face. You and Taehyung had been classmates for the first year and you guys clicked almost immediately. But it was mostly thanks to Taehyung being a very friendly person. He could click with anyone and that’s what you liked a lot about him.


“So I was thinking about food after school?” Taehyung suggested as you guys walked to your first class on your first day. “Excited for the second year?”


“Second year of college woohoo. New modules, love it!” You sarcastically answered and he laughed. “And here I thought you would like college in your second year.”


“Do you not know me well enough Tae? I’m hurt.” You frowned and he pouted, putting his arms around your shoulder to comfort you. Whenever he did that you felt your heartbeat quicken from being so close to him.


“I’m sorry (y/n), please turn that frown upside down.” He grinned at you and you couldn’t help but to return the smile.


The first day went by smoothly since the both of you didn’t have that many modules to take on the first day.


“Let’s go I’m starving.” You grumbled as the two of you left your last lecture. “So that was loud noise I kept hearing. Your tummy grumbling!” He teased you and you poked his sides. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”


Over lunch, the two of you were talking about how your holidays went and you were more than happy to see Taehyung again. “I missed seeing you everyday surprisingly.” You admitted as you took a sip from your drink. Taehyung smiled happily and nodded his head, “I missed you a lot too (y/n). I was very excited to come back to school because I get to see you again!”


You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you smiled at him. “Oh (y/n).” He suddenly shook his head with a low chuckle.


“What is it?” You frowned.


Taehyung looked up and took a tissue to wipe the sauce from your chin. “You’re in college but you still don’t know how to eat properly?”


This time your face went red from embarrassment as you looked away, “Hmph. Don’t tease me.” The boy laughed loudly, “That was too cute (y/n), how can I stop teasing you?”


You looked back at the boy who looked genuinely happy to be with you and it just made your heart melt.


He was basically the main reason why you loved going to school.


Of course you didn’t know that he felt the same way too.

The next day when you entered your first module class, you spotted someone familiar. “Hae Rin?” You said, feeling happy to see an old friend. The two of you used to be close until you got separated in your first year. You guys stopped talking to whole year and you felt really upset but that was also when Taehyung came into the picture and became your closest friend and crush.


“(y/n)! I didn’t know you were going to take this extra module this year!”


“Yea I was contemplating if I should actually.” You said as the two of you hugged. “Anyway,” you patted Taehyung’s arm, “This is Taehyung. Taehyung, this is Hae Rin.”


Taehyung already heard of Hae Rin since you had told him about your ex best friend. You never knew the reason why you guys drifted apart but you were glad your were in the same class with her again.


“Do you want to join us?” You asked eagerly. Hae Rin grinned, “Id love to!”


“Am I going to feel like a third wheel from now on?” He joked and the two of you laughed.


Third wheel.


He was right that someone was going to feel like a third wheel. But he was wrong that it was going to be him.

Taehyung and Hae Rin were laughing as they exited the lecture hall and you eyed the two. “What’s so funny?” You asked. Hae Rin flicked her wrist as if to dismiss the issue, “It was just something we were talking about during lecture.”

“Ah I see…” Your voice drifted off as the two went to reenact the situation they were laughing about.


That wasn’t the only time you felt left out. In fact, there were many times that you couldn’t even count.


“Anyway, we’ll see you tomorrow!” Hae Rin suddenly spoke and the two of them walked off.


“W-Wait where are y'all going…” Your voice lowered as you realised the two walked away without looking back at you. Not even Taehyung. And that made you feel horrible.


“Alright bye guys.” You muttered as you decided to go to the library to do your work to get your mind off of things.


“Ah just great…” You whispered irritatedly to yourself as you walked around the fully-filled library. There were many students doing their work that day and not a single empty table was available, that meant you had to share. You didn’t like the idea of that since it felt awkward for you but you didn’t want to go home either.


As you walked around to try and spot a familiar face, you finally saw one. “Hey… Jungkook right? Mind if I sit here?”


The boy looked up and shook his head, “No go ahead.” He gestured to the empty seat across you. Jungkook had the same timetable as the three of you but he had his own clique so you guys never really conversed before.


You took out your notebook and notes and started writing what you messily took down during lecture so that you could have better notes to refer to in the future. Well, to be more specific— you tried to.


In reality, you were distracted by the painful thoughts in your head. Why did Taehyung and Hae Rin go out without you? Where did they go? Why didn’t Hae Rin invite you? Why didn’t Taehyung invite you? Did he replace you with Hae Rin? Were you insignificant to both of them already?


“Are you alright?”


“Huh?” You looked up to see Jungkook who had his eyebrows raised in concern. “You look like you’re about to snap your pen in half.” He chuckled a bit, leaning back slightly, “If you’re having a hard time understanding that chapter you can always ask me, it’s pretty simple.”


You scoffed, “You don’t even come for lectures do you?”


“Oh you noticed?” He leaned forward, resting his head on one of his hand. You raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t get too cocky, our teachers marks the attendance stupid.”


“She does?” Jungkook asked in disbelief and you smirked, “Way to go genius. Good luck on pulling your attendance up.” You shook your head and looked back at your notes.


It was silent again before Jungkook whispered, “Then why were you so angry?”


“I wasn’t.” You replied curtly, trying your best to focus on reading your notes. “Right, and I love going to lectures. We aren’t playing the lying game (y/n), I was just asking—”


“And i’m just trying to study.” You snapped in a harsh whispered tone which shocked him. You sighed, “I’m sorry Jungkook. I didn’t mean to. I’m just not in a good mood okay?”


Jungkook nodded his head and you looked back down only to be interrupted once more. “If you’re not in a good mood, you’re in no shape to study. Let’s go.” Jungkook stood up, grabbing his bag.


“And i’m supposed to just follow you because…?”


“Because we’re friends as of now. So let’s go.” Jungkook smiled and you shrugged, you guessed it was a slightly better way to get your minds off of things.

“So… Where are your other friends?” Jungkook asked as you guys walked to one of the cafes your college campus had. “Other friends?” You asked, looking down at your feet even though you knew who he was referring to.


“You know… Hae Rin and Taehyung?”


“Oh… They're… They’re busy today.”


“Even when their best friend is in a bad mood?” Jungkook asked, “If I was in a bad mood Yugyeom and Jimin would definitely be there and vice versa.”


You shrugged, “They had other plans today.”


“Together?” He asked and you shrugged one more time. It didn’t take much for Jungkook to piece your answers and reactions together but he decided it wasn’t good to bring it up since he figured that was the reason why you were in a bad mood.


“If you ever feel like shit again, you can always hang out with me from now on.” Jungkook offered as he opened the cafe door for you.


“That’s really nice of you Jungkook but it’ll be bad of me to ditch the two—” You stopped talking as you watched through the glass door Taehyung and Hae Rin walking around laughing with each other and having a great time. Jungkook followed where you were looking and realised what it was that stopped you from talking.


That used to be me, you thought to yourself.


He turned around to get your attention but you suddenly spoke, “I’m really not in the mood for—”


“That’s nonsense. You need to take your mind off of things. Cake?” He suggested and you smiled slightly. “Well I love food.”


Jungkook grinned, “That’s right.”


The two of you ditched studying to head to the cafe beside the library and it just so happened that Taehyung and Hae Rin decided to take a break from their giggling session.


“(y/n)!… And Jungkook?” Hae Rin greeted you, sending you a suggestive wink. Even though you were jealous that she had replaced you, you couldn’t feel angry at her and that upset you.

“Oh hey guys… I didn’t know y'all were hanging out around campus.” You replied, trying to ignore the painful feeling that was growing inside you.

“And I didn’t know you were close to Jungkook?” Taehyung raised his eyebrow.

“Oh actually we don't—”

“We just don’t spend a lot of time together since we have our own cliques.” Jungkook interrupted, draping his arm over your shoulder. Taehyung could feel his muscles tense up as he watched the other boy stay so close to you. It used to be him. And only him.

“Anyway you guys continue on with your date.” Jungkook winked and pulled you away from two.

“Date?” Hae Rin whispered to herself, her heart fluttering though she tried to ignore the feeling.

He was jealous.

Taehyung was jealous that you seemed to be close to another guy from your module and that made his mood turn sour. “Tae? What are you having?”


Date…


That’s right, he was on a date. He tried to convince himself to forget that you were hanging out with Jungkook.

“You good?” Jungkook leaned on his arms. You glanced at the two who were looking through the menu.

“I will be…”


———

So there may or may not be a part 2, depending if you guys want a second part :) So if you do pls tell me! thank you! i hope you liked it!

Open When you Need/Want to Know how Much I Like you

Dear Elliott,

       You were special since the day I met you, and every day since I’ve honestly fallen for you. I’m writing this at the start of us, but I really feel like it could be so worth it. You have something about you that makes me feel special. Every word you say means more to me than anybody else that’s said the same thing to me. You care about me and my wellbeing more than I do sometimes, and that means so very much to me. I’m falling hard and fast for you, and it scares the shit out of me. I close up on people to keep myself from getting hurt, but with you I don’t even care. I want this to work, I can see this working, so it’s easy and comes so naturally to me to talk to you about things that I’ve never told people. I want to know every little detail about you, and fall for you more and more when I learn about your weird little habits and all of the silly things you do. You mean the world to me already, and it does scare me, but I really can’t imagine feeling this way with anyone else. You’re the kind of guy that my best friend loves, that my parents would love, that I want to bring home to my family, that I want to stay with for a long time. And maybe that’s silly because as of right now we’ve only been talking for a few weeks, but I’ve known since I started hanging out around you on campus that you were something else. You were so much different than everyone around me. You kept to yourself, but said what needed to be said. You didn’t just talk about stupid irrelevant shit like everybody else that hung out with us. You had an entire demeanor that I fell for and obsessed over for weeks until you finally had the courage to ask Zach for my number. From day one I knew you were special, but I never knew how special you would be to me. You make me feel something indescribable whenever I’m around you. I don’t feel the pressure to keep up a conversation, it comes naturally for us. Everything with you happens so naturally and I just never saw something like this coming. But here we are, and I could not ask for anybody else. Thank you so much.

I hope this kind of sums up how much I like you.

Rachel

anonymous asked:

I just won a free evening for two at the Cheescake Factory! But,i dont have anyone to go with :(. Do you think the dean would go with me? (Sfw and nsfw)

Are you two on friendly terms? Do you joke and hang out a lot around campus? If so, I don’t see why not. Stop by his office next time you’re around the administration building or when you see him on the way to class. He’ll be ecstatic to go. Also, I heard he has quite the sweet tooth.


NSFW: There’s a lot of talk about how big and dom the Associate Dean is and although I definitely agree that he’s surely–blessed down there but dom? Mmmmmmmmmm… I’ve heard a thing or two that vouches differently. During and even after dinner, he just might catch you off guard with his sweet and chivalrous nature. Opening and holding doors for you, pulling your seat out for you, letting you order first, pouring your glass of wine first, his eyes on you the entire time, it’s definitely the little things that may not seem like much in the beginning but as they continue to pile on top of one another, you’ll definitely start to notice. It’s kind of hard not to.

The entire way though he’ll be sweet and gentle with you, even when you somehow manage to get the man to your bed. A secret between me and you, he loves a good hair pulling and being told what to do. Pull him in, smash your lips against his and get the pace going. He quite likes the view of you riding over his thick shaft and will melt beneath your touch if you drag your fingers down his chest. The desperate look on his face can get a little addicting, especially when he’s caught in a fit of bliss and trying to fight back his orgasm so don’t get too hooked. He’s a big man, a very very big man and I’m not sure how healthy it would be to ride him often.

Fools: a Mark fic

In case you missed it, here’s Chapter 1.

Chapter 2

Remember those underlying mommy issues I might have buried somewhere deep in the back of my mind?

I wonder if I could use those as an excuse to plead guilty if I put Mark Tuan six feet under the ground.

Originally posted by kpop-defines-me

Keep reading

-go to orientation: I am an orientation leader for all you incoming freshman this year, so of course I want you all to go to orientation, but in all honesty, I found orientation so fun and it really made me love campus! Also, it helps you figure out your way around campus and meet new people!

-get a locker: If you aren’t living on campus, a locker can be really helpful. I mostly use mine for storing my winter jacket, textbooks and lab coat and goggles in between classes! I don’t want to be carrying all that all over campus!

-don’t buy food: During my first semester of uni, I bought food almost every day. Apart from it being incredibly unhealthy (um hello New York Fries Braised Beef Poutine <3), my wallet suffered. I have been a bit better this semester. I still buy supper on campus when I’m staying late but I usually bring my own lunch. Yay me!

-used textbooks: I don’t understand why people buy textbooks new. If you’re using it for only a semester, who cares if the pages are bent or the cover is torn. I used sites like Kijiji, Bookmob, Chegg, as well as friends for finding the cheapest textbooks!

-find classes ahead of time: make sure you take the time to find your classes before they start! I hate walking into a lecture and trying to find a seat when the class has already started. Also, find the best routes in between classes because once winter has hit, you’re gonna hate going outside.

-sit near the front: don’t worry about being a keener. I find that sitting near the front makes me more engaged in the class and keeps me from chatting too much with my friends. (even though I still do oops)

-have breaks with friends: I love my breaks with my friends. It helps you forget about the stress of school for an hour and you can just catch up. It’s fab. 

-friends/support group: I can’t even begin to tell you how much I need my friends in university. They are going through the exact same thing as you so they are great for ranting to (or crying or hyperventilating y'know). 

-stay at school to do homework: I don’t know about you but if I go home right after school, I just go on tumblr or watch Keeping Up With the Kardashians for like 8 hours straight. Alas, my homework doesn’t get done. Therefore, I usually stay at school and try to get all my work done there. Uni has such great studying places. If you go to the University of Alberta, try fourth and fifth floor of CCIS and of course, my favorite Cameron Library.

-keep organized- Stay on track, keep all your notes organized, keep up with textbook readings etc etc. You know the drill.

-ratemyprof: The professor you get really determines your grade in the class. Research the type of notes he gives, how hard his tests are, his accent (I’m horrible at understanding accents!), how easy he marks, flexible office hours etc.

-make friends: I’m not a posterchild for this tip because I definitely didn’t make many new friends last semester. I tended to stick with my high school friends but I did make a couple of new friends! If you are going to a university with no one you know, definitely just start chatting to people in your lectures. They will be so grateful that you did!

-go to class: It is so easy to skip classes at university. Nobody will notice and nobody cares. However, I find that going to class is really beneficial. It forces you to keep on top up of all that new information and you can hear the profs explain things which is usually pretty helpful (sometimes not). 

-sorority: I’m not in a sorority right now, but I did do rush (recruitment) and I absolutely loved it! I’m definitely going to be joining this year and I’m super excited. It’s such a great way to feel involved in university and meet new people (and boys just saying– hey frat boys!)

-grades: study lots and try your best but your gpa doesn’t define you. You will accomplish everything if you are determined. Your health is more important than your grades. 

-live: I know that the most important thing about university is your grades but do you really want to spend these four years just studying? When you exit university, you are going to be an adult and your are going to be in the real world. So why not just relax a bit and enjoy your last years of freedom. Sometimes you need a few nights out of a month to enjoy what life has to offer. For example, me and my friends devote every friday (termed Friday Funday) to explore the shops around campus and eat at a new restaurant. Sure, we could be studying and saving our money, but we look forward to every friday and it has become such a fun tradition. 

I guess what I’m trying to say, is that follow these tips but don’t put a lot of stress on yourself. I hated the thought of university but once I started to relax and get acquainted with it, I fell in love. University has so much to offer. It is full of so many new experiences. I know that I always said how much I love high school but university is truly so much better. Say goodbye to cliques and drama and say hello to a whole new life (and cuter boys #holla).

okAY CONCEPT so ronan going to college tours with adam because “ronan please you’re my boyfriend I want your input,” but the only input ronan gives is pointing out places around the campus he and adam can secretly make out when he visits him

Journal pt. 1

Summary: First day of university for a socially awkward girl and stressed boy can be weird, but even weirder when they find odd journals.
Members: Jungkook x Reader (appearances by BTS and Mamamoo)
Type: Angst/Fluff/ Student!AU
Length: 3,547 Words

I am soooo happy you guys liked the first chapter of O:TNO. I really hope you guys like this series first chapter as well. It is a very different feel from the Hoseok series and a bit similar feel to Rich Games, but with a very different twist to it <3

-Admin Kat

[Pt. 2]  [Pt. 3]  [Pt. 4]  [Pt. 5]   [Pt. 6]

Originally posted by jungeuks

You hated the first day of school. It wasn’t that you didn’t like school. On the contrary. You loved school. You loved learning new things and reading. But you hated change. You hated entering a new environment and meeting new people. It gave you nothing but anxiety. The thought of having to go out of your way and meet new people who could easily use you, tease you, or hurt you. It was a cringe worthy thought. That was why you had insisted on getting your own dorm room. You couldn’t handle having a roommate. Living with a stranger scared the life out of you. You needed some sort of safe space where you could unwind from the stress of the day.


That was where you wanted to be right now. You wanted to be back in your dorm room, unpack all your boxes, and settle in. You wanted to take out your laptop and start working on some of the reading for next week that was placed on the syllabus. You stared around you and saw the other students chatting with one another excitedly. Some of them clearly knew each other, probably having went to the same high school and decided to move on to university together. There were others who were talking to each other for the first time; making small talk, shaking hands, trying to find something that they had in common. And then there was you. You felt awkward in your seat, waiting for the damn orientation to begin. The faster it started, the sooner you could get out of there.

You were relieved when you saw a familiar face in the crowd. You waved over at Hwasa, happy that at least your best friend had come with you to university. “Hey girl! How are you? Are you excited for the first day of our future?” She asked in her usual, loud and excited voice as she wrapped her arms around you. You still felt it was weird being friends with her. She was the complete opposite of you. Where you were awkward, she was outgoing. Where you were quiet, she was loud. And where you were scared, she was courageous.

You envied her, and you knew that standing with her was going to make things slightly worse. If you didn’t want people near you before, they would definitely be paying attention now. Hwasa was hard to ignore after all. She was not only fun and had a magnetic personality, she was also beyond beautiful. She pulled on your arm, dragging you to seats that were closer to the other students. You didn’t fight her though. You knew it was useless to fight; she would make sure you followed her lead. She knew what was best for you.

You took your seat beside Hwasa and a random guy. You tied to quietly beg Hwasa to switch seats with you, but she shook her head; giggling as she waved at you to just talk to the boy. Yu turned your head towards him and tried to smile. The boy smiled brightly at you, having a puppy face that helped to calm you. “Hi, I’m Taeho,” he greeted you as he held his hand out towards you.

You reached your own hand out to take his. “I’m (Y/N). It is nice to meet you.” You shook his head awkwardly, pulling back quickly. A confused and partially hurt look crossed his face. You felt bad when you saw the look, but it was too late to take it back and it would just make it weirder to apologize. Instead, you just turned your attention to the front of the room. The man who you assumed to be the President of the University was taking his place at the podium to begin his introduction.

You stopped paying attention as he began to drone on about all the possibilities and opportunities the university had to offer to all of their incoming students. He told you all how ‘proud’ he was to see such bright students adding to the prestige of the school and how excited he was to get to know every single one of us. You looked around the room of well over five hundred students; and that was just for this orientation day. There was still the rest of the week for orientations. Yes, get to know every single one of us. That makes sense. You thought to yourself in a sarcastic tone. Without even knowing what you were thinking, Hwasa gave you a warning look that told you to get whatever cynical thought you had out of your mind.

You smiled at her and turned your attention from the orientation to the other students. You loved to people watch. There was something about studying people and trying to figure them out that you just loved. You knew you would probably never get the courage to talk to them and find out if your hypothesis was right, but you were okay with that. After all, sometimes your imagination could be twice as fun as reality. For instance, the girl who sat two seats in front of you. She was a small girl, both in height and in size. She was talking to another girl beside her, almost the complete opposite appearance wise. The girls had matching bracelets, probably meaning that they were best friends or a couple. The small girl was nervously picking at her sweater sleeve; most likely her first time away from home. And the bigger girl was letting her knee bounce up and down, not seeming to notice her own nervous habit. You were already coming up with their backstories of best friends who decided to escape their small home town for a big university.

Then again, you could be completely off and they could just be friends or a couple who are excited and anxious to begin their new journey together. But that was the fun of the game. You looked behind you and noticed a boy who walked in late. He had his bag slung over his shoulder, walking in without a care in the world. He looked around, noticing some of his friends, and nodded his head towards them. You followed his gaze and saw a large pile of boys and girls who nodded back at him or swooned at his mere glance. A popular boy? Already? You asked yourself as you thought about how someone could become popular in the first day of university. Unless they all came from the same school and he had been the popular one there. Either way, the boy was odd to you. It was hard to read him. At the initial glance, you could assume he was a bad boy. But judging from the style he dressed, the way he didn’t disturb the orientation, and the amount of people who seemed to like him, you couldn’t assume that anymore.

Maybe a jock? He was definitely muscular enough for it. But at the same time, his baby face didn’t really read someone who did a lot of athletics. More of just someone who worked out. The way his muscles formed on his body, you would assume maybe a swimmer. Or a dancer? But there weren’t a lot of guys you knew who did dance. You stared at him for a moment longer before you noticed the odd look that the boy who was directly behind you was giving you. That’s when you remembered that you were sitting near the center of a sea of students. You snapped back in your seat so you were facing the front of the room once again. You felt your cheeks becoming extremely red and prayed that no one else took notice to you. That would be a nightmare.


“Do you want to head to the dorms so you can start unpacking and meet me for dinner? I still have to meet with my roommate. Sorry again that we couldn’t room together.” Hwasa said as soon as the orientation let out. You nodded your head. You didn’t blame her. She hadn’t applied to the school until after you were already accepted, and it wasn’t like she would want to room with you. Sure, the two of you were best friends, and she would never say it, but you knew that she wanted to experience the whole of university. And that would include rooming with a new person and getting to know your roommate over the year that you spent together.

You waved off her apology. “Hwasa, you have nothing to apologize for. I prefer having a room to myself anyways. I need time alone once in a while.” You reminded her sweetly. She scoffed but nodded her head in understanding.

“Just remember that there are other people who probably like the same things as you. Try and get out and meet them, yeah?”

You waved her off once again, turning towards your dorm building and heading off. You heard her yell out that she loved you, and you yelled it back to her without turning to face her. No matter what, that girl was your best friend and you wouldn’t have asked for anyone else, but sometimes she was just so pushy when it came to you not really getting to know others. It wasn’t your fault. You just had too much anxiety. Everything made you stress.

You tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as your chest began to pound again. Hell, even the thought of your anxiety gave you anxiety. You hated this about yourself. You had hoped that it would pass once you were in college; maybe you would finally be able to return to the person who you used to be before your senior year of high school. But it didn’t seem that way. It only seemed to get worse now that you were surrounded by tens of hundreds of strangers.

You reached your room quickly, placing your headphones on and walking briskly cross campus. You noticed several students hanging out around campus and chatting and throwing Frisbees. It almost made you want to go and try and hang out with them, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Each time someone made eye contact with you, you would quickly drop it and scurry off like a kid caught somewhere where they didn’t belong. Once you reached your dorm room, you were greeted by several overly preppy resident hall assistants. They were eager to greet the fresh batch of freshman, but you were having none of it. You nodded your head politely towards them, but never took your headphones off.

You keyed yourself up to your room and locked yourself away. You took your headphones out of your phone and let the music continue to play and fill the room. The sound of chatter out in the hall was blocked out by your music, and you felt a bit empty inside. You hated that you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to others. But after some of the things that had happened, you figured it was understandable. Or at least justifiable.

With a sigh, you tried to remind yourself that you were trying. It was the best you could do. After all, like your psychiatrist said before you left, you just need to find the right time when you are comfortable to ease out of your bubble. Until then, you would just have to deal with the fact that you were an antisocial, awkward girl. With that thought in mind, you began to unpack your boxes. You placed all your belonging out. Placing each item in their perfect spot. You tried to place things as close to the spot where they had been in your room as possible.

As you were unpacking the many boxes, you found something that was clearly out of place. When things changed, you were quick to notice it. You held up the weird journal and stared at it. It was a normal black journal, a small lock on the front that seemed to open only from a key. You looked around in the boxes, finding your curiosity getting the best of you. You didn’t remember packing anything like this, but you figured maybe your mom snuck it in as a way for you to ‘ease out of your bubble.’ You finally found the small key at the bottom of the box in the corner.

You brought the journal over to your neatly organized desk and took a seat. It was strange. The cover felt like leather, but it was very clearly not. There was no engraving on the cover or back, no sticker from where it had been purchased, not even a manufacturer name. Just plain black on the front and back. The spine hard the numbers 1159 engraved on it. You slowly unlocked it, feeling a tingling in your hands as the small lock clicked and the book sprang open. Inside the pages were pure. A perfect white that looked as though it was too perfect to mark up, but yearning to be occupied.

You picked up one of your many pens and clicked it so the tip was revealed. Your hand hovered over the perfect page for a long moment. You didn’t know what you were going to write, but something was tugging at you to write anything down.

Dear journal,

I hate myself. I hate that I am awkward. I hate that I get anxiety over the thought of talking to someone. I hate that I hate my best friend. I hate that she is outgoing, smart, funny, beautiful, talented, and that things come so easily for her. I hate that no one understands me except her. I hate that I almost threw that away for one person. I hate that people think I’m a freak. I am a loser. And they are all right.

You stared down at the words you had written and felt a small weight lifted off your shoulders. As dumb as you thought journals were, you also found it a bit relieving to be able to empty your thoughts and burdens onto it and not have to hear any sort of judgement. You closed the journal and placed it on the far corner of your desk. You took the key off out of the small lock and slipped it onto a thin chain you had in your jewelry box and placed it around your neck. It hung just low enough that you could keep it hidden under your shirt.


“(Y/N)! This is Wheein. She is my roommate! Wheein, this is my best friend, (Y/N).” Hwasa introduced you to the other girl as soon as you reached the dining room table. The dining hall was jam packed with the new students, already finding their groups and niches. You were relieved that you already had someone, so at least you wouldn’t be the weirdo who was looking for a spot to sit and having to settle on taking your food back up to your room to eat alone.

You shook hands with the new girl, but she just pulled you into a tight hug. Right off the bat you could tell why she and Hwasa would get along so well. You patted her on the back as she hugged you, not really sure what you were supposed to do. She just laughed, letting you go and taking her seat next to your best friend. You sat on the other side of the table from them, and it was a bit awkward already. The two of them jumped right into a conversation, having picked it up where they left off before you joined them. You listened to them as they discussed some of the things they wanted to buy for their room to make it feel more like a joint home between the two of them. “Oh! We could buy the- ”, “Yes! I was just thinking that!” They said over one another; able to tell what the other was already going to say.

As they spoke, you felt your attention being drawn elsewhere. It was odd being at a table with two people who had something in common and you were now the odd one out. So you fell back on doing what you always did. People watching once again. Your eyes scanned the crowds, trying to find something that would catch your attention. That was when you noticed him again. It was the same boy from the orientation; the one who came in late. He was sitting amongst the boys who had nodded at him. The seven of them sat in a table that was surrounded by girls and other guys. The boy with the baby face was at the center of the table, telling them all something that completely stole their attention; as well as yours.

You watched the way his mouth moved as he talked, noticing how it was slightly slanted to one side in a way that was almost unnoticeable. Also the way his nose seemed to scrunch up as he laughed and he appeared almost bunny like. As you watched him, he looked up, meeting your eyes for a brief second before you dropped your gaze quickly. You looked back at Hwasa and Wheein. “Um, so… what kind of things are you into, Wheein?” You asked as you tried to join the conversation. To your relief, she was a lot like your best friend and was completely at ease with adding you to the conversation and went on and on about the hobbies she had. As she spoke, you listened diligently, but every now and then, your eyes would flick back to the boy at the table.


You cursed your insomnia. Just as you did every night. You hated the fact that you could not sleep properly, no matter how much you tried. It was almost midnight and you still had to get up early tomorrow to help Wheein and Hwasa with some of the projects they had for their dorm room remodeling. You didn’t know why you offered to help so early when you knew that you wouldn’t be getting a lot of sleep, but you had just wanted to help them.

You glanced over at the clock. 11:58. You let out a sigh and brought yourself up to your feet. You walked around your room, wanting to try and tire yourself out or something. As you walked, you kept finding yourself being drawn towards your desk. Your eyes trailed down towards the journal that sat on the desk. You didn’t really want to reread what you had written. You were having a good evening and the last thing you wanted to do was remind yourself how depressed you had been early today. But something was drawing you towards it.

What would be so bad about reading it again? You asked yourself as you finally settled into the desk seat and pulled the chain over your head and unlocked the journal. 11:59. The clock read now. As you opened the journal, you noticed something strange. It wasn’t your handwriting on the first page. Instead, your typically neat, almost OCD straight words were replaced by hurried pencil strokes. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you stared down at it and began to scan the words.

Journal, or log, or whatever,

Hey. So, I don’t know why I have this, or why I am writing, but I found it and figured it would be something I could use to work in. Um, clearing my head. I guess… I guess this is the start of my future. First day of university orientations and already my name proceeds me. The boy who is supposed to be good at it all. Just like in high school, right? But I’m not that kid. I’m not good at everything. And trying to be… well, it is just stressful. It’s a lot to be asked of one person. But how would it look if I just gave up?

The words scattered the page, the small spaces in between lines being taken up by quick doodles of anime characters, dragons, flowers, and other really nice designs. You stared at the paragraph again, rereading it and looking around your room for your journal. You didn’t know how you could have possibly gotten a journal swapped with someone else’s when you hadn’t even moved it from the corner of your desk. You closed it and reopened it. The same words covered the page. It was the same journal you had this afternoon; the same numbers etched onto the spine and the same key opened it. Did this mean that someone had your journal? You asked yourself. You closed it again. 12:09. When you opened the diary once again, you were greeted by your familiar handwriting. You blinked a few times, rubbing your eyes and rereading what you had written earlier that day.

Okay, maybe it is time to force yourself to sleep. You’re going crazy. You concluded as you relocked the journal and placed the key back around your neck. But even as you began to drift to sleep, you couldn’t help but think about the strange paragraph you thought you read.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter so I know if I should continue the series

Bad Day

➸ it’s bad enough that she’s having a terrible day, she’s not really in the mood to deal with Park Chanyeol’s shit (or…Chanyeol + “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice”)

➸ Chanyeol / Reader

➸ Word Count: 1.6k

➸ Rating: Fluff / Teen

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Some modern university AU Patrochilles

I just finished TSOA and I need closure

• Med-Student Patroclus who has changed his major over three times
• Music Theory/Art History major Achilles who never sleeps/is always drinking coffee
• Patroclus is cut off by his dad (“I’m not paying for you to change your major almost every semester you have been in school six years. Grow up”)
• He puts an ad out around campus for cheap housing and Achilles is the only “normal” looking person who responds
• The only catch is Patroclus has got to be cool with the hundreds of instruments Achilles has in his apartment - not to mention he plays them all night
• Pat agrees - he also takes two jobs to pay for school and his rent
• First night Achilles sticks with a guitar- nbd - Second night he picks a trumpet - and but the third night Patroclus almost pulls his hair out when his roommate picks up a pair of drum sticks
• Eventually he gets used to the constant sound of music - he doesn’t sleep anymore so he’ll stay up with Achilles and watch him write songs
• When he does manage to fall asleep, it’s by Achilles’ side and it’s by five in the morning - two hours before his first shift
• During the spring holiday he and Achilles are in their living room - telling stories and laughing at everything - they’re sitting close and Patroclus is at peace
• Achilles play the song he’s been working on all semester - it’s romantic - a ballad
• He plays it on a lyre ( like who even owns a /lyre/)
• When Achilles finishes, he’s looking at Patroclus, and their closeness becomes apparent
• Patroclus kisses him

camilla collins headcanons because i she’s beautiful and i want ~more of her

  • has 3 older brothers and could kick all of their asses if she was the type of person to kick anyone’s ass ever. 
  • wants to be a social worker or a famous tennis player because she has #dreams but also a backup plan like a smart woman
  • her family has a bunch of small dogs, and always had, so she’s a dog person but is a bit put off by giant dogs. one of her older brothers is allergic to most animals so they had to get hypoallergenic dogs. and snakes.
  • hates pda. when she sees couples making out around campus she literally will pull the most disgusted face and mutter “SOME people” under her breath. One time when her and jack were dating he put his arm around her waist while they were waiting for a table at a restaurant and she karate chopped his hand as a reflex. 
  • has like. so many tennis skirts. for obvious reasons. 
    • also she hates that the american apparel tennis skirt trend ever happened and she’s So Tired.
  • was a cheerleader in high school on top of playing tennis, but her senior year she had to choose between being head cheerleader and captain of the tennis team and she was getting tired of wearing her cheer uniform to school so often so she just gave it up. 
  • her favorite food is avocados
  • she has a TON of tiny lil hidden tattoos. a tennis racket on her hip, a star on her ankle, a heart (matching with her mom) on the back of her shoulder, ect.
  • she’s a bit of a no nonsense person. she’s SUPER nice and friendly, but she’s captain of her team for a reason. she’s not one to let people walk all over her, and she knows what she wants.
  • she’s that person who gets a bunch of fruit and stuff on her frozen yogurt instead of chocolate/sugar/candy. because she LIKES IT MORE. because she’s just like that. 

Anonymous asked:

I’m entering into my first critique partnership, so I’m wondering if you have any tips about that or advice? What are some things I should know before starting? Anything I should keep in mind? Thanks!


Congratulations on teaming up with your first critique partner! These partnerships can be very rewarding and long lasting, not to mention immensely helpful. Here are some things to keep in mind:

Things to Remember When Working with a Critique Partner

1) Always start with a completed draft.

When you enter a critique partnership with an incomplete draft, you create pressure to complete it within a certain time frame. This kind of pressure can be very unhelpful when writing a novel, especially in earlier drafts when it’s better to be less restricted. With the added pressure especially, there’s always a chance you won’t finish the draft, and that would mean you’ve just wasted your critique partner’s valuable time. So, always go into it with a completed draft for them to review.

2) Communicate your needs and expectations ahead of time.

Good communication is important in any relationship, but that’s especially true in critique partnerships. What you need and expect out of the critique partnership may not be the same as what your critique partner needs and expects, so you need to hash that all out as soon as you decide to go forward with the partnership. Here are some things to discuss:

Logistics: how are you going to proceed? Are you swapping whole manuscripts or sharing one chapter at a time?

Time Frame: what is the deadline for returning the manuscript (or chapter) with notes?

Software: do you both have the same or compatible software, preferably something that allows you to make comments right in the document? If not, can you figure out an alternative you both agree on?

Feedback: what kind of feedback are you both looking for? Critique partner feedback is always more detailed than beta reader feedback, but do you prefer only constructive criticism, or do you want your partner to be absolutely brutal? Are there any particular issues you want them to focus on or ignore?

Communication Method: will you conduct all business via e-mail? What e-mail address will be used? Are there other ways you’re comfortable communicating, like via facebook, phone, or Skype?

Potential Issues: is there anything that could potentially happen and keep you from being able to perform your critique partner duties in a timely manner? For example, let’s say your father is getting a new job and there’s a chance you might be moving to another country in a couple of months. If there’s any chance this could cause an issue, you should let your critique partner know about it ahead of time. This is also true of unpredictable illnesses, like chronic fatigue syndrome or Crohn’s disease, either of which may cause you to miss deadlines or put you out of communication temporarily. Make sure your critique partner is aware of any potential problems like these.

Exit Strategy: sometimes a critique partnership just doesn’t work out for one reason or another, so you should talk about this possibility ahead of time. Agree that if one of you doesn’t want to continue, or is unable to continue, you can shake hands and part ways amicably, no harm, no foul. Agree that you will let each other know what’s going on rather than disappearing suddenly and ignoring further attempts at communication. A clean, honest break is infinitely better.

3) Treat your critique partnership like schoolwork or a job.

This isn’t some lark that you’re doing for fun. This is an agreement  you’re making with another writer to provide each other with much needed feedback. It isn’t something you blow off because you don’t feel like doing it. It isn’t something you let fall to the bottom of your priorities because you have more important things going on. This is something that needs to be at the top of your priorities at all times, just underneath family, work, and school–and yes, even above friends! Your social life, Gilmore Girls binge, Supernatural fan-fiction, social media rant, or bullet journal are not more important than getting your critique partner work done for the day. 

4) Handle your critique partner’s manuscript with care!

When your critique partner delivers their manuscript into your hands, they are trusting you with something they have put a lot of work into. They don’t want their manuscript to end up in the wrong hands any more than you want yours to, so please treat their manuscript with respect. Don’t print it out and carry it around campus with you–it could get lost! Don’t forward it to your ten closest friends because you think they’d enjoy it, too. Don’t talk about it with others or on social media. And never ever upload it onto the internet–to a cloud drive, file host, facebook document, fiction sharing site–or anywhere else without your critique partner’s express permission.

5) Always treat your critique partner with kindness and respect.

No matter what terms you come to as far as feedback style, always remember that this is another human being who is dreaming, like you, of getting their story out there. Be sensitive and understanding, and try to roll with the punches. Treat them as you would wish to be treated. If things go south or don’t go your way, that is not an excuse for you to retaliate in any way. Take the high road and resist the temptation to lash out in anger. Very often, problems can be talked through and resolved. Critique partnerships are rarely perfect and are sometimes a lot of work, the feedback and support they provide is worth it in the end.

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badassandbeautiful  asked:

"Have you seen the–oh." For zimbits please if you're not too busy? 😊

Bitty doesn’t know what he did to earn the life he’s got. MooMaw would say he’s got angels watching over him, and they pushed him to play hockey, and pushed him to apply to Samwell, and pushed Jack his way. By MooMaw’s accounting – at least when she’d finished sobbing wholeheartedly at their wedding twenty years before – it was angels who made sure they had the perfect life. The perfect house – small and cosy with a peach tree in the backyard and a white picket fence – and the perfect kids – Maddie and Tommy, twins they’d adopted at birth all of thirteen years ago – and now the perfect jobs. Bitty has his own bakery, and Jack, having retired from hockey, teaches history at their local university.

Bitty sat in on one of his lectures the first year he was teaching, and realised quite quickly he wasn’t the only one who spent the entire class staring at Jack’s ass. Eventually, it mellowed out, because word got around campus that Jack was a hard ass when it came to grading papers and no great ass was worth that if you didn’t actively love history.

Their life together has been remarkably wonderful and Bitty savours every moment. Even the ridiculous ones like the permanent frown Jack wore for a week after the optometrist told him he needed reading glasses, which he now constantly loses.

All in all, it’s a pretty average morning in the Bittle-Zimmermann household. Jack is teaching his summer classes (History 343/Can-Am Studies 352: The US and Canada from 1939-1946, and History 212: Sports in the 20th Century), Maddie has summer practice for her hockey team, and Tommy has taken to skulking in the back of Bitty’s bakery making icing.

“Papa, what are you doing?” Tommy asks from his spot at the waffle iron.

Jack has just come into the kitchen, desperately lifting piles of things and going so far as to search Maddie’s hockey bag.

He’s about to be late for work, so Bitty takes pity on him.

“Honey, what are you looking for?” he asks.

“I can’t find my reading glasses,” Jack says, straightening up and returning Maddie’s hockey bag to her.

All three of them stare at him blankly and Bitty has to resist the urge to laugh.

“What?” Jack asks, pushing his glasses up his nose out of habit. He stops with his finger on the bridge of his nose. “Oh.”

“Have a good day at work, dear,” Bitty says, bursting out laughing and handing Jack his packed lunch.

Jack looks abashed, but he’s smiling, and he ruffles Maddie’s hair, hugs Tommy, and kisses Bitty thoroughly enough that their kids complain, and then he’s off, glasses firmly attached to his face.

file under: shit I have definitely done