the hardest part about being a sports fan, for me, is knowing that no amount of cheering or wishing or wearing the right shirt will make my team win. like, literally nothing i do can or will change the outcome of the game, but i still want to find something to do to make me feel like i can do something to effect the final score.
The ultimate packing list if you are going to study abroad this year
For many of us, the new school year/semester is coming very fast and very soon. For some of us, a new education year is nothing special - you just have to set the alarm clock back into ‘I have got to get up early’ mode and go to school, college, university or however you want to call it.
However, for some of us starting a new year means more. It is related to moving out of home sometimes into a new city or even into a new country. This is related to getting familiar in a new surrounding and starting a new life where you don’t know where to find the best coffee in town, how to ride the bus or how to speak the language (cheers to all langblrs out there ;) ).
For all of you who belong to the second type of people, I dedicate today’s post. Organizing all the things that are related to such a move and saying goodbye to all your loved ones needs enough energy. You should not spend your time thinking about all the items that you need to pack for the big journey. And for this reason, I provide you with the ultimate packing list if you are going to study abroad this year. If you’re missing something that you would never leave at home reblog this post and add your most important travel gadget/item!
With that being said, travel safely and pack wisely ;)
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Flip-flops (in case you have to share your bathroom)
Hair straightener (no hairdryer, buy it at your destination)
Decoration (e.g. pictures of your friends and family)
All of your chargers
Kitchen(buy this stuff at your destination)
Favorite candy from home
Bujo or a traveller’s journal
Financial aid information
Luggage tags with your contact details
Medical insurance card
Travel details & confirmation
Wallet (Cash, coins and credit card)
Accessories (few, please!)
Sportswear and athletic shoes
Before you overload all of your bags contact your university and try to find out which of the items they will provide. Perhaps there is something like a starter kit they offer so you do not have to carry bulky bed or kitchen items with you.
Take only your favorite clothes with you. But there is this fancy dress that you own that one day could look so cool? Leave it at home. You won’t wear it. Period.
Don’t take things with you that can be easily bought after your arrival. This includeshair dryers, kettles, flat irons, big bags, stationery, kitchen items etc.
In case you want to travel with additional luggage ask your airline before your departure date regarding their conditions. There are airlines that offer an online check-in for your additional luggage or a pre registration. If you take advantage of such offers you can save a few coins.
Don’t forget to make a (digital) copy of your most important documents and cards!
if Hamilton had come out during the Glee Era, this is what the episode basically would be
- Opening scene: ND in the classroom talking among themselves. Schue walks in wearing full period costume. Everyone is confused and a little ashamed. Schue tells them he’s discovered they’re all failing history, and one of them tells him history is just SO BORING.
- cut to a scene of somehow all the kids in the same class in various stages of unconsciousness while a Professor Binns type teacher drones on about the war of 1812.
- Schue assures them history is TOTALLY COOL, informs them about Hamilton, tries to white rap his way through either Guns and Ships or Yorktown. Santana makes that “why am I surrounded by white fools” face that she always makes. Hamilton is the assignment this week, even though COMPETITION looms in the future, but when have they ever actually practiced before the week of?
- Blaine has been super friendly with some guy from Dalton or from Hairgellers Anonymous or something, is constantly liking his posts on FB. Kurt sings “Burn” over a montage of Blaine ignoring him in ridiculous situations that no one would ever be on their phone during.
- Rachel has decided this week is one of the weeks where she’s aggressive about becoming a star, sings Satisfied.
- Tensions are getting high, so Artie flawlessly white boy raps through “What’d I Miss” while Mike dances, to lighten the mood.
- The kids are learning about Hamilton, but Schue is worried they’re not REALLY learning the point he’s trying to get at.
- Probably the Unholy Trinity sings “Schuyler Sisters”
- Schue walks back in on the kids excitedly talking about the show and/or history in general. Smiles that smile he smiles when he thinks he’s a good teacher. “See you guys? History is now. You’re the founding fathers. You’re the underdogs. Your time is coming, you just have to wait for it.”
- New Directions: YEAH!
- The group sings “Wait for It” in the auditorium either in full costume, or wearing just vaguely matching outfits. Finn takes lead, but Mercedes comes in on the middle solo.
- They all smile at each other at the end, while Schue makes that face again.
- Sue is in the background glowering that ND has managed to not fall apart yet again.
Everyone with a vagina knows they gotta put up with some bullshit from mother nature every month (usually). If you’re like me, periods can be celabratory because BITCH U AINT PREGNANT! Ima give u some tips to make your period a lil less hellish and hopefully even a lil shorter.
1- Wear pads at night. I know they arent the most comftorable thing but TSS is far more uncomftorable I promise you. I don’t trust sleeping in tampons because of the risk of them staying in for too long. (Always change your tampons every 5-7 hours)
2- Heat relieves cramps and also helps blood flow. Soak a washcloth in hot water and put it over your abdomen, sit in a hot bath, take a hot shower, sit in a sauna ect
3- Stick to drinking strictly water and tea (same thing) this will help with breakouts, fatigue, headaches, bloating, ect. Peppermint, ginger, and chamomile tea are great for cramps.
4- Ive noticed that the less I snack on shitty foods, the shorter my period is. I cant back this up really, but cutting out candy, chips, soda and replacing them with water and fruits has helped end my period quicker.
5- AVOID SODIUM LIKE THE PLAGUE
6- Wear cotton underwear and preferably not too tight pants/shorts just so you can let your cootchie breath.
7- Lmao y’all are gunna hate me for this but honestly working out on your period works wonders. It gets the blood flow going, gets rid of cramps, andddd (my fav thing about periods) your metabolism is fastest during your period so eating healthy and excercise can actually help you lose a few pounds. When I was trying to lose weight i hit a platue and my period helped me get past it.
8- Carry 5 tampons with you, an extra pair of panties, tylenol, and a water bottle wherever you go. Also mark your calender or get Period Tracker app so you can be as prepared as you can for when your period decides to ruin your day. When you are on your period, wear dark clothing and bring a jacket/long sweater so you can either tie your jacket around your waist to cover your ass if you bleed through. This is also great if you’re like me who need to wear pads and tampons and want to cover the underwear lines.
9- MY FAV TIP. Masturbating atleast twice a day (but no ones stopping you from going on more) helps with cramps and speeds up blood flow to end your period quicker. Amazing. Sex is also good for this but I personally hate having sex on my period, that dick be high fiving my period cramps like they a team or some shit.
This is all I could come up with so hopefully it helps you. Stay smart, fresh, and beautiful my lovely hoes.
I’ve seen a lot of people complaining about Fantastic Beasts winning an Academy Award when none of the Harry Potter films ever did. And to that I say, “Really?”
We’re specifically talking about an Academy Award for Costume Design. For the most part, the HP films left the characters in their student robes. Simple and efficient, but nothing to really write home about. You have a couple exceptions of great costumes (The Yule Ball costumes, Dumbledore & McGonagall’s robes, etc), but for the most part we had student robes for 7 movies, and whole bunch of clothes off the rack from the Gap.
summary : in which peter insists you shouldn’t be in school whilst fighting off an illness, but your stubborn personality gets the better of you.
word count : 1.7k
“Babe, what the hell are you doing here?” You felt Peter’s protective hand perch on your shoulder before you saw him, heard the comment before his face came into view. His voice, laced with concern and worrisome as ever when it came to your health, practically carried throughout the entire Midtown hallway, clumps of people turning their heads to see who had been talking so loudly. You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands, turning your head to the side to look innocently at your boyfriend as you loaded another textbook into your shoulder bag.
You wipe your nose on a tissue you dig up from the bottom of your bag. “Huh? It’s school, Pete. Why wouldn’t I be here?” Peter surveys your expression, defiance hidden in the eyes he knew so well, and then rakes his gaze over your pallid cheeks and pink-tipped nose from rubbing it so hard with the tissues piling up in your locker. “Stop looking at me like that,” you groan, taking his arm and steering him away from you. Peter keeps craning his neck to stare back at you. There’s no possible way she’s here right now when she was up all last night coughing and sneezing and practically dying. He would know. He had been up with you for most of it, but you had insisted you needed sleep and couldn’t do that with Peter’s worried looks being flashed in your direction every time you cleared your throat or sneezed.
“No, no you shouldn’t be,” he replies, gently moving your hand off his arm and turning around to face you. He folds his arms across his chest, eyebrows raised. “You said you were gonna stay home today and rest. This doesn’t look like resting. This looks like exertion and a health endangerment, but that’s just one boy’s opinion. An important boy. Your boyfriend.” He stresses the word, tilting forward on his toes and still giving you that warning look that tells you he’s less than pleased right now.
You avoid his gaze, staring around the hallway that’s beginning to empty as people trail off to their next class. “I have debate after school and I’m captain, I can’t just miss practice,” you say, covering your nose before you can sneeze again. “I’m totally fine,” you insist, but your voice comes out raspier than intended and Peter knows you’re not fine. Peter’s eyes go wide when he hears the way you sound right now and his hand encloses around your wrist, dragging you toward the front entrance of the school.
“Babe, you don’t feel well, you need rest, go hOME,” he grunts, trying to pull you to the door but despite his best efforts, your feet stay rooted to the floor. Finally, he takes the back of your bag and tries to tug you out that way. Instead, you shrug off the bag and bolt toward your Trig class, leaving Peter in the hallway with the contents of your bag spilled on the floor as he stares incredulously at your retreating figure.
When he finally gets to Trig, one of the few classes he shares with you, he gives you a scowl and drops your bag on your lap, mumbling almost incoherent apologies to the irritated teacher glaring at Peter and his lateness. You look off to the side as Peter sinks into his chair next to you, mouthing, “Sorry, I love you.” Peter looks back at you with a roll of his eyes and then takes out his notebook, scribbling the date at the top of the page. He’s blatantly ignoring you and he feels kind of terrible about it because he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to think otherwise, but you’re ignoring his insistent pleads to go home when you clearly shouldn’t be in school. He’s just looking out for you. What sort of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t care about your wellbeing?”
All throughout Trig, Peter does his best to keep up the silent treatment, but it’s the most difficult thing he’s ever had to keep up with. You keep lightly kicking his shin to catch his attention. “Y/N, stop it,” he finally whispers, kicking your chair and causing it to emit a loud screeching noise as it moves against the tiled floor. The teacher glances up from the stack of papers on her desk, and the nervous smile Peter flashes is enough to tell her that it’s been the two of you causing the disturbances for the past fifteen minutes. “Damn it,” he mumbles as she begins to walk over to you both, hands on her hips disapprovingly.
“I’m sure the two of you will be happy to finish your incomplete work in detention, right?” A sarcastic smile stretches across her rigid face, and Peter shakes his head hastily, his hand reaching toward you.
“I’ll go to detention but Y/N can’t, she’s sick,” Peter protests, motioning at you as you sneeze again, your attempt at covering it up failing miserably. “See? Totally sick. Practically on the verge of death. She needs to go home, like, now. Send her to the nurse.”
You glower at him. “I am fine. I’m going to detention and not the nurse!”
Peter glowers back. “Nurse.”
“Nurse!!” The entire class is silent as they watch you bicker with your boyfriend, a rare occurrence that leaves everyone sort of shocked. There’s hardly a moment where you and Peter aren’t being ridiculously adorable together, even without intimate touch or actually talking, and fights are something that never happens without good reason. And they never happen in class. Especially not in the middle of a lesson.
The bell rings before the teacher can reprimand the two of you further, but you pick up your detention slip before you can be yanked out the door and to the nurse by an aggravated Peter. Peter reluctantly takes his, too, because if you’re going to detention than he’s going as well and nothing can stop him.
The rest of the day, you hardly talk to one another, and at lunch you sit beside each other with closed mouths that only open when addressed by Ned or Michelle. You barely even look at him, although you can feel his eyes on you as you grow increasingly more exhausted and ill as the period wears on.
“Ned, can you tell Y/N that I really think she should go to the nurse because she doesn’t look well and I’m getting really worried about her and that I love her and just want her to feel better,” he pouts at you despite your avoidance of his upset stare.
Ned looks back and forth between you two before relaying the message. “Y/N, Peter really wants you to go the nurse because you look very sick and tired and he’s getting super worried about you.” Peter gives Ned a look, and his friend signs before continuing. “He also loves you.”
You push around your fries on your plate, sniffing in hard so that your voice doesn’t come out nasally. “Michelle, can you tell Peter that I don’t wanna go to the nurse and that I love him but he’s being annoying and I can’t miss any more days of classes or else I’ll be really far behind.”
With an irritated look, Michelle says, “He’s right there. I’m sure he heard you. Stop being weirdos and just talk to each other already and stop making Ned and I the middle men because it’s really irritating.” Michelle waves her hand at Ned, gesturing for him to get up and follow her to another table. He follows, giving you and Peter an apologetic shrug. Peter parts his lips and sighs really loudly, turning his head quickly to see if you had looked over at him but then turning back away when he saw that you weren’t. He sighs again, louder still, and keeps going until you slam your hand on the table and face him.
He opens his arms hopefully, timid smile on his face as he waits for you to hug him back. And you do. Relieved, he rests his cheek against your shoulder and kisses underneath your ear as soft as he can, his long eyelashes brushing against your skin as he looks up at you from where he’s positioned. His lips are pouted. Peter was pushy, and stubborn, but you both were. And you knew that he was just doing what he thought was best for you. Truth be told, you were on the verge of passing out or throwing up or doing both simultaneously and you shouldn’t have gone to school today. Peter would’ve been more than willing to copy his notes for you, send over your homework, and then stay by your house with you so you felt better until May called him home.
“I’m sorry if I was being annoying but I just want you to go home and take some medicine and feel better,” he murmurs, clutching your hand tightly. “Also, I can’t kiss you if you’re sick.” His tone holds a teasing lilt to it, but you know he’s being completely serious. The boy is needy and loves to be loved, preferably by you and only you, and if he can’t kiss you then he doesn’t want to be bothered with anything anymore. “So, pleeeassseee go home and get better, babe? Please? For me,” he adds, lips ghosting over your shoulder before they come up to kiss the side of your head, and he knows he has you where he wants you; about to go home for some well deserved, healing rest.
“Parker, you make me crazy sometimes,” you huff, squeezing around his waist. You pull away to lift your bag up and hoist it over your shoulder, sliding out of the cafeteria table. Peter grins up at you, and he’s such a little shit sometimes, but you can’t deny that having someone look out for you the way Peter does is probably one of the nicest feelings in the world.
Well, besides kissing him, which is arguably one of the only reasons as to why you’re getting up and lugging yourself to the nurse’s office with Peter in toe, his bubbly voice explaining that he’ll meet you at your house after detention and bring you over whatever you want, besides him, of course. You shove him away when he says that, but you’re laughing and he’s glad that you’re going home so he can hear that beautiful laugh of yours when you’re feeling better. Stubborn girlfriends were no match for the charm of Peter Parker.
Summary: Dean and reader have sex for the first time (together, not first time ever).
Word Count: 3041
Warnings: Smut and Language
A/N: This was inspired by an anon ask for more light-hearted, less kinky, more playful sex. I decided to make it more realistic for once, not everything is perfect. Sex is sometimes awkward and strange while also being awesome. So here you go.
Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.
I’m not really sure who kissed who, to be honest. Just a few minutes ago, I was up to my elbows in dishes, scrubbing dinner away. Now Dean’s lips are on mine, his hands roaming freely beneath my shirt, exploring my skin.
I mean, I did splash him with the water. And he did kinda chase me around the kitchen to exact revenge. And we were sorta flirty about it all. But we always have been. It’s just us, just the way we are together. Have you seen Dean Winchester? Of course I’m going to flirt with him.
But now I’m pressed up against him, my head spinning in the most wonderful way. There are good kissers in this world and bad kissers. I’ve experienced both. Dean’s kisses, they take my breath away. His lips mold to mine, his tongue dances along mine, he tastes like beer and pie. Kinda like you’d think he would.
Listen, I wasn’t really expecting my night to go this way. Maybe I should have seen it coming, we clearly have some sort of chemistry, but I thought maybe Dean was too professional to hook up with a hunter he was living with.
Anyway, like any of that matters now. His lips are on mine, his hips are pressed to mine, my fingers are running up and down his biceps. So here we are.
Eventually, we have to come up for air. We’ve been attached at the lips for what feels like an eternity. Time is irrelevant during a good make out session. I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks, it’s like a tiny acrobat is doing millions of somersaults in my belly. My heart is thud-thudding so loudly it’s a wonder Dean can’t hear it.
He grins at me - is that a bashful smile? From Dean fucking Winchester? This man oozes confidence and sexuality, and now he’s looking at me like…that? Impossibly, my heart races faster.
His green eyes meet mine as he clears his throat. “Do you wanna…keep going?”
(I’m starting a series where I assign haunted places from each state to the signs. I’m starting with New Jersey because that’s where I’m from! Also the Red Mill is located in my hometown so I thought that was cool. Ok anyways)
Aries: The Pine Barrens, NJ- The Pine Barrens, also known as the Pinelands or the Pines, is a heavily forested area that covers more than 7 counties across the state of New Jersey. This area has been the site of many legends and is also the alleged home of the infamous Jersey Devil. The Jersey Devil is described as a kangaroo-like creature with the head of a dog and the face of a horse, bat-like leathery wings, horns and a tail. There have been many sightings over the years, specifically in South Jersey, leading many to believe that the Jersey Devil actually exists or is at least a real animal. Some people believe that the vastness and remote nature of the 1 million acre Pine Barrens could allow a species to remain hidden over time. Other legends include the ghost of Captain Kidd, a pirate who supposedly hid his treasure in Barnegat Bay. Some locals say that they’ve seen his ghost wandering along the beach. There are two other ghosts who are actually known to be kind spirits. There is the ghost of a man named James Still, more popularly known as The Black Doctor, who was a man studying medicine in the 19th century who wasn’t permitted to do so because of his race. Undiscouraged, however, he went into seclusion in The Pine Barrens to study his textbooks and also learned herbal remedies. Some say he died from lynching after being discovered and others say he died of a heart attack. His ghost however is still said to come to the aid of injured or stranded travelers in The Pine Barrens. Lastly, there is a white stag that many have claimed to see. The stag supposedly is known to prevent disasters. If you see the white stag, it is supposed to bring good luck.