out of the frat and into the real world

-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).

post graduation reflections

So once again, the start of a new school year is right around the corner. My college graduation feels so long ago even though it was just in May.. This will be the first time in 16 years that I will not be attending classes, meeting up with friends, cramming for finals, and basically being a student. I still cannot get that through my head. Of course, I do plan on going back for grad school sometime soon, but it’s still so weird/sad/nostalgic to me that I won’t be going back this September. 

As the new school year approaches, I’m sure there are many of you who are nervous to start college, eager to get back with friends, or a number of other emotions. It’s true, your school years will fly by, so make the best of it! 

There are just a few things that I have learned and wanted to say that goes beyond studying:

Do not focus on studying 24/7: Your mind and body both need a break sometimes, so make sure you are setting aside time for yourself, your friends, and extracurriculars. These are the things that will keep you sane while you pursue your goals. Experience everything because once you’re out of college, shit starts getting real and you don’t have time to experience as much. This is the best environment for you now and the most freedom you will have.

Make friends & expand your network: This is especially true if you are just starting college. Everyone is new so get out of your comfort zone and reach out to people! Start making friends as soon as you can whether in your classes, dorms, or extracurricular activities. Join frats/sororities if that’s your thing! These are the people who will surround you in your four (or more) years of college and help you through them. Not to mention, they will be your real world connections, especially to finding jobs, internships, and so much more.

Get out of your comfort zone: Do things you have always wanted to do but were too afraid. Every college has a plethora of clubs and activities; just sign up for any or all of them! Apply for that job even if you think you aren’t good enough, approach that cute boy/girl, don’t be afraid to eat by yourself either. Take as many risks as you are comfortable with. This is the most prime time to be taking risks because what do you have to lose? 

Constantly improve/stay in beta: Don’t stay stagnant in your progress, make sure you are always moving forward towards your goals. Don’t compare yourself to anyone else, just be better than who you were yesterday. Practice agile learning. Be innovative and creative. Don’t linger too long on regret, just keep moving forward.

Mindset, mindset, mindset: I think the biggest thing that hurts or helps people is their mindset. This is what you make of your situation and how you react to the things around you. If you have a poor mindset, you will always think the world is against you. If you strive to have a growth mindset, you will always be improving yourself and appreciating your situation as part of your learning and growth. 

Pay/share it forward: Karma exists and will come back tenfold. Help out as many people as you can, tutor people, help people prepare for job interviews, share your strengths and people will thank you in many ways. The thing that people will remember the most is how you make them feel. So make them feel damn good. However, do not sacrifice your happiness/health for someone. 

CRUSH IT: Lastly, whatever you do, whatever opportunities come your way, make sure to hit them all out of the park. Give 110% to everything and you will be great. This was my motto during the end my senior year (learned it a little too late) but I managed to bounce back from failing a class to passing it instead (thank god)! It will do you wonders if you can keep this in your mindset. 

In the end, these are just the things that I have personally observed, experienced, learned, and regretted not doing in my four years of college. They may not apply to you, but I hope they will at least give you some perspective. I wish you all the best starting the new school year. I wish I was back in your shoes, I’m really jealous of you guys. Time really does fly and pretty soon, you will be in the real world. The real world is vastly different from the bubble of college. I don’t even know what I’m doing but I’m always going to be improving and striving to crush it.

You CAN do it and you WILL crush it. Good luck!! xo

Elements

A/N: As always I have to thank the amazing and wonderful @mrsshuckface for helping me with this and cheering me on to write this series!! I love you!!!!

Previous parts: Bruised Knuckles, Rainchecks, Sugar, Good For You

When the world seems so cruel
And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see
That I will be, I will be your remedy

“Spill it! Did the plan work?” Tegan strutted in, hair still damp from her shower at Liam’s dorm and wearing one of his shirt’s.

You looked up from your biopsychology notes and gave her a smile, “Still can’t feel my legs.”

She grimaced, “I keep forgetting it’s my brother you’re boning.” She tossed her clothes on her bed and then hopped up onto yours, “So you two are official now?”

“I mean…I guess?” You shrugged, casting your eyes down as you scribbled on your notebook.

“What do you mean you guess? You should be able to give me a solid ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to that if you asked him.” At your silence you felt Tegan’s gaze narrow in on you, “You didn’t ask him, did you?”

“I just - “

“- Are an idiot? C’mon! We had this planned out!” She flopped down on your bed dramatically, “Tell me what happened you loser.”

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Ethereal

word count: 1k+

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

genre: Angst ??? Angel!Yoongi

HI! It’s 6am and I’m not sleeping so I wrote this. It’s going to be a Drabble/one shot kind of thing so u can request angel!yoongi scenarios now. (Ex.: Angel Yoongi getting jealous/Angel Yoongi n y/n fight) so yah I hope u like it ok? Ok. Also I’m getting my period n wrote this halp.

The first time you met Min Yoongi you were five and had wandered off from your Mom at the park, she had told you more than once not to leave your designated spot in the sandbox but you didn’t heed her warnings. How could you when Jeon Jungkook was there, egging you on and pulling your pigtails until your eyes were brimming with unshed tears?

You had perched yourself on a park bench a sizable distance from the demonic little boy (as well as your mother), feet clad in in light up shoes swinging back and forth as you waited for the angry tears to subside. That was when you saw him, he came to you as a middle schooler that time, you remember clearly, how ethereal he looked clothed in the slight glow of youth.

He smiled at you, a smile that made your tummy twist and your heart rate speed up, your hands felt sticky with sweat and you wanted to run from him and to him at once. He talked to you then for what felt like five minutes but as you got older, as did your perception of time, you realize was much, much longer than that.

By the time he finished coaxing you through your five year old tantrum he handed you a sucker and you ignored the fact that your Mommy had told you not to take candy from strangers and called it a day. He walked you back to the sandbox before waving, earning a dimpled smile from you.

“Y/n! Oh my God!”

Your mother had run to you then with tears streaming down her cheeks, hysterically clutching you. Your five year old self didn’t understand but you cried to, overcome with emotion that was lost on you, the fear and hysteria emanating from your mother, seeping into your bones and making your tummy hurt.

You overheard your mom on the phone with your grandma that day, words like “ex veteran”, “shooter” and “twelve dead” were spoken in whispers you couldn’t comprehend.

From that day on your mom referred to you as Lady Luck, and there was truth to her words. No matter the situation you always seemed to have an invisible force field protecting you from the horrors of the real world. As you grew older you found yourself pushing your limits, testing just how far Lady Luck could make it out of any situation. Your mother called you an adrenaline junkie, your need to be in dangerous situations almost addicting, the worst type of self destructive.

She wasn’t wrong.


The second time you met Yoongi you were a full grown adult and had long since shed any memory of the ethereal boy in the park who had saved your life.

You were eighteen and at your first frat party, much to your dismay and your friends delight. Blind dates weren’t typically your thing but it wasn’t technically a blind-blind date… more like an astigmatism date.

You hadn’t seen Jeon Jungkook in thirteen years, not since your parents had packed up and moved towns since the incident at Lincoln Park.

And boy, did he fill out. He had blue-black hair that you were itching to run your fingers through, his eyes were warm pools of chocolate, still sporting their mischievous glint from childhood, and to top it all off a cute bunny smile that sent tingles all the way down your spine.

Unfortunately where Jungkook matured physically, he failed to do so emotionally or mentally. Ten minutes and three beers in you were bored out of your ever loving mind and had reached your yearly quota of bland, fuckboy conversation. You had politely excused yourself to the bathroom and hightailed in the hell out of there.

How you ended up at your favorite lookout was beyond you, the roads and trails had all blurred together until you miraculously ended up on the cliffs edge, legs swinging over haphazardly, not a care in the world.

“So big,” you murmured, eyes locked on the moon, her light bathing the otherwise darkly lit lookout. “The universe is so big and I… I’m so insignificant.”

Drinking and laying on a cliffs edge wasn’t your best idea, you’d admit but you felt so.. free. So light. So…-

“Stupid.”

You jumped at the sudden noise, nearly tipping off the edge before an arm was wrapped around your waist in an iron clad grip, anchoring you to the soft grass.

“You really are stupid you know that?”

You craned your neck to peer at the voice that was chastising you and felt all the air leave your lungs at once.

He was beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal. There weren’t enough words in the English language to properly to describe his features, none with enough depth or pain, or adoration. Looking at him made you ache, not with lust, with something so intangible, so far out of your reach you couldn’t begin to fathom it much less describe it.

Looking at him was a spiritual experience, one that made you want to convert to whatever religion he was practicing. Every sigh that left his lips felt like a conversation with God himself, you didn’t care that his exasperation was directed at you. You didn’t care to find out why.

You just wanted to stare, to pray at whatever alter to whichever divine being had blessed you with the opportunity to experience true beauty, to feel it pump through your veins like a drug and warm your body like the sun.

He was otherworldly, to say the least.

His hair so blonde it was white, falling in feathery wisps atop his head, even the most luxurious of downs couldn’t compare to how soft it looked, he had delicate features, almost girlishly so, a perfectly sloped nose and a fine Cupid’s bow. It was as though you couldn’t stop staring, the way the soft glow in his cheeks reminded you of the radiance of the moon, so pale and bright.

And he had a halo.

As if in a trance your hands followed the light radiating from the crown of his head, begging you to reach out, to finally touch your ethereal crown prince. The moment you do so you let out a hiss, the sudden pain in your hand nothing compared to the horrified look in your princes eyes, he shoots away from you, letting you land on your feet.

His halo cut you.

The pain is brief, a sudden numbing sensation distracting you from his distraught expression, blood inked onto the crown of his otherwise blindingly white blonde hair. It isn’t until later you realize he’s healing you, mending you with one golden finger, his touch leaving you warm all over.

As soon as the wound mends he’s gone, like a dream, he doesn’t listen to your choked expletives, doesn’t wait for you to organize your thoughts, try and form an intelligible sentence, or even wait for you to ask his name.

He sends you one last horror stricken expression, the blood on his hair a reminder of just how breakable humans are, how fragile you, his sweet love was. That was all it took for him to be lost to you.

Until you needed him next. He never was good at resisting you, not since you were five years old.

imaginationeyes  asked:

Do you have a recommend for some really really good sterek fanfiction?

OH BOY DO I

i’ve actually been meaning to do a sterek rec post for a while, so thanks for the excuse :u

these are in no particular order, and they’re all fics i consider must-reads

rats’ alley by auburn. 101k. postapoc, zombie-esque pandemic, actual wolf werewolves, road trip, pack fic.
Four years after season two, after the pack has solidified and are attending school in Southern California, civilization crashes to a halt that kills most modern electronics. Derek orders the rest of the Hale Pack to either wait in LA or return to Beacon Hills, while he heads to Mexico to retrieve Stiles. What should have been a few days’ trip turns into an odyssey contending with human horror, natural disasters and a lethal disease that may infect werewolves too. Derek and Stiles are forced into a closer partnership and an honest relationship even while they have to face that there is no promise of safety at their destination. Not for them, not for the Pack, and not for humanity.

No one guessed the domino fall of civilization would end with a howling from the forest when it all crashed to a halt.

tiny houses by ohmyjetsabel. 77k. mpreg, realistic consequences of teenage pregnancy, slow burn, magic, pack fic.
So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.
God, he dreams.
He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it.

what i did on my summer vacation by grimm. 118k. the-whole-town-is-pack fic, magic stiles, alpha derek, supernatural culture, stiles is a college student.
There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.
There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

starts with f, ends with u by remainnameless. 115k. slow burn, stiles has ptsd, fake boyfriends, derek protecting stiles, also contains rafael mccall/stiles, rafael is an abuser and pedophile, stiles is a rape and abuse survivor. heed the warnings on the fic.
An alternate (but compliant) canon wherein Rafael McCall and Stiles hook up pre-werewolf shenanigans. When McCall comes back to Beacon Hills, it quickly spirals out of Stiles’ control. Derek becomes his sole confidant, his anchor, and maybe something more.

no homo by remainnameless. 84k. college fic, brofucking, frat boys, complicated sexualities, watching porn together, lots of consensual sex while buzzed/high.
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

the worst thing i ever did by remainnameless. 41k. tenuous-friends-with-benefits, lots of sex, stiles is beautifully callous, strained stiles+sheriff relationship.
Stiles would say his relationship with Derek is about fifteen percent empty threats, thirty percent sass, ten percent avoiding violence together, and five percent eyebrows.
If anyone asked, he would say the remaining forty percent is mutual orgasms.
It’s a good thing no one ever asks.

by any other name by entanglednow. 33k. amnesia fic, supernatural-style monster-hunting and roadtripping and motel-living, witches, my heart hurts.
He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

dilf by twentysomething. 30k. cozy fic, derek is scott and jackson’s dad, stiles is their teacher, no werewolves, seriously cute, i read this every christmas, and when i have panic attacks.
Today is Scott’s first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified.

hide of a life war by etharei. 26k. stiles is a fucking badass, stiles and the sheriff are hostages, parallel storytelling, derek is the alpha.
“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning…”
The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

not as described by febricant. 81k. slavefic, werewolf slavery is institutionalized, stiles is a professional tech geek, stiles owns derek, slow burn, ridiculously delicious slow burn.
Stiles may have made a huge mistake.

once upon a december by m_leigh. 16.5k. anastasia au, stiles is a horrible person, i love this fic because stiles is a horrible person, derek has touch issues.
Scott would not have thought, years ago in the orphanage, that being befriended by Stiles would ultimately mean sneaking into the Archduke of Russia’s residence in Paris in order for Stiles to chase after the homeless man of his dreams, but he’s gotten very good, over the years, at rolling with the punches.

stand fast in your enchantments by devildoll. 77k. stiles and derek are hostages, magic stiles, feral derek, nonverbal communication, recovery fic, pack fic, working through relationship issues.
Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.
An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

the importance of turning around three times before lying down by otter. 31k. derek spends most of the time in wolf form, stiles finds and sort of adopts him, laura is alive, stiles is a teenager like hella.
It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and he and Stiles have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this animal is his soul mate, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that.

there is a brotherhood by minusoneday. 21k. college fic, frat boys, prank wars, i laughed my fucking ass off at this fic, geeky references.
So far, college has taught Stiles three things:
1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.
2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.
3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.
Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.

this might hurt by whiskey_in_tea. 9k. stiles is cursed, derek figures it out, stiles can’t fall in love, or be fallen in love with, but they damn well try.
Back in Beacon Hills, Derek starts to let himself look. At first it’s just a habit, scanning over Stiles like he does Lydia and Allison, checking for injury and anger and discontent. But as the weeks go on, days bleeding into days, he starts to notice what’s happening: Stiles’ face is getting dim again, bland and faraway, not just his expression but his features themselves. Derek remembers him in Yosemite, the distracting curve of his mouth and the warm amber of his eyes, the slope of his neck and the fall of his spine, how he was mesmerizing, sitting drinking coffee in the clear morning light. Now he looks like he’s been wrapped up in a fine layer of gauze, a bad photocopy of himself, blurred at the edges.
OR: The Only Way I Can Understand People Not Wanting to Jump Stiles’ Bones is Literally Magic, or FUCK YOU TEEN WOLF.

have a mind to just let my whole body go by verity. 14k. mpreg, omegaverse, emotional support, cutie boyfriends, supernaturals are known.
Derek’s a pregnant omega werewolf; Stiles and Erica do steady business as the only supernaturally qualified omega midwives in five counties. Clearly, it’s meant to be.

you are the moon by skoosiepants. 10k. derek is a werewolf in wolf form, werewolves are common knowledge, stiles is derek’s safety blanket, werewolf culture.
Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.

4

Yes, it’s THAT balcony. Call her Juliet, Giulietta, Julia, Julieta or ジュリエット, everybody knows her balcony and her story, and everybody dreams of traveling at least once in the lifetime to her statue and fondle her right boob. Women, children, they will go through it as well because hey, it’s a frat world out there and the fun must be real fun. Then they will stick a ceremonial wad of chewed gum to one of the thousand years old walls of the courtyard on the Via Capello and will go on, to soil some more beauties of Verona. The pink relationship padlocks and love sorrow post-it letters look in comparison like childish attempts at getting unhoped-for help in a place where there seems to be only derision left… Next year will probably bring mooning from the balcony, make your bets. So should I be surprised they also sell Romeo and Juliet themed beer? And against all expectations, La Cotta di Giulietta e Romeo brewed an unquestionably pleasant amber - unctuous smooth and savory malt with just a bit of sting. I only hope the great Will and the old Capulets will pardon me for indulging in their legendary courtyard.

2

Could Ali be a victim of abuse ?


Oliver Goldstick Said : ” One of the Wirting’ assistants this year just blurts things and she goes, “Oh my God. She’s so abused. For someone to be this dark, someone had to be this dark to her.”

But the truth is, what did happen to that girl that she could be this disturbed to take on this many people and be this vicious in her behavior?

Troian talking about Spencer and Ali’s relationship:
“And there’s a really great scene coming up between Spencer and Alison; There is such a sense of… brokenheartedness and fear of the world because they both come from households of abuse; the Hastings is more emotional abuse and there’s a real possiblity of it being some other kind of - possibly more physical abuse in the DiLaurentis house.”

Other Reasons I found :

1.) Alison comes off very sexual for her age and probably the most out of the entire girls.

2.) She is seen involved with older people a lot through the show; Going to frat parties, Flying in a plane with Duncan who obviously was older, hanging around with CeCe who is her brothers age, ‘dating’ Ian,

3.) Her remarks on how Jason doesn’t use door knobs, She came into spencer house talking about there aren’t enough locks on her doors and she starts to cry.

4.) She is so angry with Jenna for forcing Toby to sleep with Her.

5.) This could also lead to why She has such a tough exterior and is so mean to Mona, Lucas, Paige, Jenna and Toby. She knows they are weak and continues to mess with them to feel inferior to them, to feel strong and powerful in her own way.

Even with the Liars she is looked up to and feels like she owns them. She wants to feel this way and must maintain this because she is so down and out in her personal life!


Abuse Victim Characteristics:

People-pleasing and rescuing
Insomnia
Excessive need to control
Obsessive, compulsive behavior patterns
Weak boundaries
Unhealthy choices in members of the opposite sex
Neurotic tendencies
Addictions: drugs, alcohol, sex, food, relationships
Eating disorders
Manic-depressive behavior (emotional extremes of highs and lows)
Running away
Acting out
Wanting to leave school


Sounds a bit like Ali right ? The question is who was the offender ?

green-converses  asked:

Percy/Annabeth, met on an embarrassing singles cruise AU

Percy Jackson would like to state, for the record, that this whole singles cruise thing? Not his idea.

Okay, so he hadn’t said no, but he would like to challenge anyone who felt the need to point that out to say no to his mother. Sally Jackson was a good person (the best), but she wasn’t above using guilt trip tactics when she thought it was necessary (I’m just worried about you. You spent so much time alone. Your dog doesn’t count, Percy!)

Mrs O’Leary did too count, although he hadn’t said that aloud. He hadn’t said a lot of things aloud, which was how he’d ended up in the middle of the Mediterranean surrounded by water (good) and desperation (terrifying).

It was with this thought in mind (and dim memories of Titanic accompanying it) that he headed out to one of the decks for some fresh air. It turned out that even though they were literally surrounded by water, you could actually only swim in the pool up top. There was something vaguely sick about that, Percy thought.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one. A girl bent so far over the railing in front of him, he was kind of concerned that she might fall in. Figuring better safe than sorry, he jogged over.

“Three guys have already asked me if I want to be the Rose to their Jack,” she said, not removing herself from the rail. “Either enjoy the dolphins, or go away. Don’t be the fourth.”

Percy briefly considered pointing out that Jack had met Rose on the other side of the railing, but then the word dolphins permeated his brain, and all thoughts of Titanic fled.

“Oh man,” he breathed, leaning out with her. “Where are we looking?”

He didn’t think it was all that strange for someone to be into dolphin watching, but maybe those other three dudes had been jerks or something, because he could feel the girl giving him a surprised glance from the corner of his eye. A beat passed, before a sun-browned arm stretched across his field of vision, leading his gaze towards the pod.

Awesome.” He looked back at her for a second, grinning. There was another one of those pauses before she smiled back, and just for a second Percy thought he’d discovered the origin of the word breath-taking. “How – uh. How long have they been there?”

“About half an hour,” she said, absently brushing a curl out of her face. “I guess there was a conga line or something, no one was that interested in staying.”

“No one are idiots,” he replied, ignoring the questionable grammar. She grinned again, so apparently he wasn’t completely hopeless. As pretty as she was, though (and she was really pretty), she wasn’t a dolphin. Inexorably, he found his gaze returning to the sea, watching the sleek grey bodies explode from the water. “Huge idiots, this is amazing.”

“Overgrown frat boys can’t ignore the call of free booze, I guess.” Her arm brushed his as they leaned out together. “Are you big on animals, or is it just dolphins?”

“The ocean,” he replied promptly. “I mean – animals are cool in general, sure. But I’ve always loved the sea.”

He didn’t offer any further information, and she didn’t ask. Somehow, though, that seemed like the perfect amount of communication. There were dolphins; they didn’t need to talk.

Cole–That blazer is the color of day old menstrual blood. Change it. Also, never roll up the sleeves to your menstrual blazer again. Next, that tie is disgusting. I don’t even know what its function actually is because it sure as hell isn’t to make you look better. Finally, button up your shirt. What is it with boy bands and their inability to button their shirts properly?

Dalton–That jacket is one of the ugliest effing clothing items I’ve ever seen. It really is hideous. And why would you pair it with a maroon shirt? It is truly an eyesore.

Dana–I am hoping and praying to Justin Timberlake that your t-shirt isn’t tucked into your baggy ass jeans. DON’T EVER TUCK A T-SHIRT INTO BAGGY ASS JEANS. By the way, that hat looks ridiculous.

Gabe–I’m pretty sure I see a vest peeking out from underneath that leather jacket and I don’t like it. You know how I feel about vests. Vests are vehicles of Satan and they will not be tolerated on this blog or out in the real world.

Will Jay–THAT IS A FUCKING VEST. WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE FUCKING VESTS?! As if that terrible article of clothing wasn’t enough, you had to pair it with a tank top. A TANK TOP. Your douchiness is dropping to Niall Horan standards and you don’t want to out douche the Frat Master himself.

- Maddy