pink and zebra

*॰(꜆˘͈ෆ˘͈꜀)*॰ॱ // 06. 04. 17

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Hey guys, Jo’s back!! after a month (ish) semi-hiatus, here’s a little overture to hopefully an entire symphony of posts. This is my bullet journal spread from last week, but as you can see, it’s only for thursday and friday. That week, I had to plan out my day by the hour because I had a lot of things to do, mainly study for my AS levels. The timeslots are mostly blank because I took the photos before I planned for the two days (I think it was Tuesday).

Some materials I used are the Tombow brush pen in the color 772, a coral-pink (?) Zebra mildliner, a 0.5 sarasa pen, uni-pin 0.1 drawing pen, and a 0.7 Muji gel pen.

Oh, and also featured is a simple collage thing I made inspired by Paramore’s (aka my favorite band in the entire universe) new single Hard Times (which I definitely recommend you listen to even if you’ve never listened to them before), along with fake polaroids of the trio.

And yeah, hope I can update more often and post more content. Coming tomorrow is a May monthly planner and calendar printable, so look out for it!

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Floral,summer inspired notes🌸

More notes from my self-studying (of the gender topic in psychology) over the summer🌞. I experimented with some doodles and I really like how it turned out🙌🏼.

Supplies-
•green and red mildliners
•light green,pink and black 0.5 zebra sarasa clip pens
•tombow ABT dual brush pen in asparagus
•pentel touch sign pen black

- ̗̀ dec 28th 2016 ̖́-
planning my finals with the “plan for exam” poster that came with my monster study planner (⌒ᴗ⌒)ゞ

- taken from my instagram @milkteastudies

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Sweetambs on Instagram

The Hausmates as stuff my bf did
  • Bitty: came to school in bright pink pajamas with little dancing zebras on them just because
  • Jack: Got me sunflowers during February bc he is just that extra
  • Holster: put a flower in his mouth chewed on it then tried to kiss me (it was our first date)
  • Ransom: teared his meniscus while twerking
  • Lardo: chased ducks and fell into the pond trying to catch them
  • Shitty: Got so high that, when he wanted to kiss me at the cinema, he leaned to the wrong side and kissed a stranger on the cheek instead
  • Dex: Once went on a two page long rent about the German train system during an exam
  • Nursey: befriended every bus driver he knows and has not paid for a bus ticket in five years
  • Chowder: still draws little sun's into the corners of letters he sends to people
  • Tango: Once wrote the pope a letter asking him to be his prom date
  • Whiskey: once used all his money to drunkenly buy two life sized stone gargoyles

Gen, Lance & Shiro, #feels @paladin-pile


Lance knew he had scars. Shiro had one in the middle of his face, of course he had scars.

It was different to see them.

Before it had just been an abstract concept. “Scars.” Okay, scars. Whatever.

It was different to see them.

It was obvious that Shiro thought he was alone, his eyes closed, head pillowed on his crossed arms as he let the rest of his body soak in the hot, vaguely glowing water.

His back was entirely exposed to Lance, and for the first time, Lance saw more skin than just his face, the back of his neck, and his left hand.

It wasn’t what he’d imagined. They weren’t pretty pink zebra stripes, little accents that made his eyes pop. They were ugly. They twisted his skin up, like the Indian rug burns he remembered giving his siblings. They were things healed wrong, mismatched fissures that tried to seal themselves back together and pulled everything in the wrong direction.

Shiro wasn’t supposed to look like that. Lance remembered Shiro. Shiro was a marble statue, every single muscle carefully chipped out of the Earth by God himself. He was beautiful, but this—

Lance couldn’t keep his eyes still as his brain tried to take everything in.

Stop looking, he told himself. Shiro would hate this.

Shiro’s back rose and feel with his sigh. He was content. God, he was content. His muscles were slack beneath the twisted skin. For the first time Lance could remember, Shiro was relaxed.

He wondered how much the scars had to do with the way the strings that held his jaw in place pulled so hard they looked like they’d snap.

And then his eyes were back, trying to piece together the history written in those lines. That was obviously a bite, a scratch… was that a stab wound?

Lance blinked away the fog in his eyes and shivered with the tears that fell from them. When did he start crying?

Next to the stab was a long slash, and then a phaser blast, and there, right in the middle, taking up far too much of his back, stripes. Pretty and pink. The X’s crossed over each other, back and forth, a latticework weaving of stark marks that puffed up the skin.

Shiro shifted and sighed again, rolling his shoulders back but keeping his eyes closed. The scars moved with him, rolling with his shoulders, turning as he twisted his hips to stretch his legs.

They had become a part of him.

Those—

Lance didn’t even want to think it. He knew what those marks were, and he could almost see Shiro, kind Shiro, gentle Shiro, his hands—there were two of them, then—tied in front of him as he tried not to cry.

Someone counted in an alien tongue. Shiro didn’t even know what number they were going for. He just knew that they kept going. Strike after strike, the crack echoing in his ears every single time. Every single time as they counted, a monotony that rubbed up on his ears, a foreign sound that taunted him.

They wanted him to scream.

He refused to scream.

Lance choked on the sound that threatened to escape his itching throat.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Shiro had always been a nice guy. He was a nice guy.

Lance bit down on his lip.

It hurt, but it didn’t hurt as much as a whip must have. He kept biting.

Shiro turned his head on his arms and Lance tiptoed backwards, fingernails digging into his palms. but it didn’t hurt as much as a whip must have. He kept digging. He winced when the doors slid back open, but Shiro was so god damn content that he didn’t even notice.

They closed in front of him and Lance sucked in more air than his lungs could hold, coughing it back out as he stumbled to the nearest wall.

He forced his eyes shut, begged the stinging to stop.

It wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t stop picturing all the ways it could have happened, the sounds of Shiro’s scream bouncing off the walls of his brain.

Shiro was there, just feet away, and he was content. Somehow, that made it worse.

Lance wanted to hit someone. He wanted to find Zarkon or Sendak or Haggar or whoever the hell held the whip in their claws, whose voice had grated against his brain, and punch them in their dumb bitch ass teeth.

He tasted blood.

But Shiro was content, sighing to himself in a magical hot tub. He was content.

The scars probably still hurt, still pulled at his skin, but maybe this was recovery. Lance let go of his lip and wiped his face, pulling his shoulders back.

Recovery.

It was all they had left.

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( week 34 : 08/27 - 09/02 )

theme: vulgar pink

hell yeah! what a fun, LOUD spread to make! i accidentally cut my thumb using kid scissors while trying to make this week’s spread, so of course it’s going to look messier than normal, but that’s the charm about it. first week of classes went… well, crazy! i had to change my schedule AGAIN, but it’s finally all settled out. i’m not censoring anything you see here because each spread i make is a reflection of me, & like the quote that’s in the center, i’m not made to be subtle! i was inspired by @studyingsenseless to try out the assignments due box!

♫ ♫ -  COPYCAT: billie eilish

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World’s Best Dad (Part 2)

Originally posted by hugwinchester

Summary: The reader heads to the Winchesters for her date with Dean…

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Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Gah, daddy!Dean is too cute…


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