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250617 ; what i bring when i go out to study 

1. chargers (for all my electronic devices) 
this is so important for me, especially if i’m going to be studying for eight hours straight. i hate the frustration i feel when my devices (laptop!!!!) run out of battery because this totally throws me off my plans for the day, plus it’s always better to be safe than sorry!!

2. headphones / earphones 
these are absolutely essential while studying at a cafe (like starbucks, which i frequent). you never know, there could be screaming babies or loud conversations which none of us want to be listening to (it screws up your concentration) so listening to music helps 

3. oversized sweater of some sort
i love love love the feeling of warmth in a really cold place, and most places i go to study are cold anyway (starbucks, the library). you don’t want to be shivering while studying, you’d more likely be thinking of ways to get warmer instead of actually study, plus oversized sweaters are more comfy, so yes.

4. water bottle
this is pretty self-explanatory, i mean keeping hydrated detoxifies your body and keeps you healthy!!!!! h20 is important friends!!!!!! also bring some healthy snacks like berries or granola (my favourite study snacks) if you’re going to be studying for a long time.

5. notebook
or some loose leaf paper, depending on what i want to write my notes on. 

6. pencil case
i usually take with me at least two black pens (in case i drop one or one runs out of ink or some other mishap), a mechanical pencil, an eraser, markers / highlighters in whatever colour scheme my notes are going to be, a ruler, a black brush pen (usually the pentel fude sign pen), correction tape and occasionally, brush markers (i rarely bring these though, since i don’t really incorporate them in my notes) + any other materials i might need (eg. calculator for math etc)

7. laptop (or textbook)
this depends on where the notes to make my notes come from (did this make sense?). usually i bring both, since my teachers send slides, and the textbook is the main resource i use. 

8. bullet journal
i pretty much bring my bullet journal everywhere, so studying outside is not an exception. it’s nice to strike off things on my to-do list when i’m studying, and it makes the whole process a lot more bearable, since doing that makes me feel productive, and being productive makes me feel motivated (also if i need a break i like to work on my spreads with whatever materials i have!!!).

these are the main things i bring when i go out to study, sometimes i bring more, and sometimes less, it depends on what i want to do, but what’s pictured above is the most common! 

anonymous asked:

When do you think Touka and Nishiki became best friends? Their relationship dynamic is so cute but didn't they hate each other when he was first introduced in Tokyo ghoul? Was it after the Kimi chapel thing, or during the timeskip that they became closer? Idk haha

they became good friends while working together in anteiku, but i think they became best friends forevah after the anteiku raid, i don’t know about touka, but i’d feel very touched by the fact that nishiki stood with them and literally never left her? i mean, i understand it’s not like he had other places to go, but i just feel this huge loyalty towards touka coming out from nishiki, it’s funny because you have this trio (tsukiyama/kaneki/nishiki), but tsukiyama has always been more faithful to kaneki while nishiki is more faithful to touka, i believe tsukiyama would tell kaneki about the baby if he finds out, while nishiki would like to keep the secret if that’s what touka wants (he totally screwed it up now lmao, but you get it..) 

i feel like nisihiki would do anything for touka, and i feel like both have so many things in common… he had a sister too, touka also lost a brother.. i feel like both found solace in that, both were also in love with someone and it was complicated, both are two sassy motherfuckers, they are perfect for each other.

Guys please send some positive vibes my way❤️ On Friday I learned that I have a fractured hip with bone fragments in my hip joint and other places. Tomorrow I am going to a bone and joint specialist who can hopefully give me better answers and a solution and hopefully tell me it’s not that bad 🤞 This weekend I was supposed to just be keeping myself comfortable. I’ve been sleeping a lot. I hope you all are doing well. Lots of love xoxo

anonymous asked:

My younger cousin just spilled ink all over my final art project that's due tomorrow but I'm the one in trouble because I left it "where he can reach" yeah my room on my easel, in a place he is not allowed to be in the first place. Excuse me while I go cry in a corner. Life is too stressful

dump ink on something they love and say they left it where u could get to it

Five Things

Tagged by the wonderful @queenofkadaara, thank you very much! <3

five things in my bag:

  • keys
  • bus ticket
  • wallet
  • headphones
  • charger

five things in my bedroom:

  • bedlol
  • tea
  • sketchbook
  • drawing shit
  • books

five things I’ve always wanted to do:

  • being free
  • being good at drawing as if that would ever happen
  • travel to sooo many places
  • living in the forest
  • JUST TRAVELLING TO POLAND

five things that make me happy:

  • the squad
  • Regis
  • the bed
  • internet
  • vacations

five things i’m currently into:

  • The Witcher
  • Vikings
  • GOT
  • Dragon Age
  • Slavic Music idk ok

five things on my to-do list:

  • write letters
  • read books
  • finish playing TW3 for the 6th time
  • draw shit
  • go places

I’m tagging: @dandelionandbuttercup @ferelden-doglord @lithialetheia @ilonavic @vaporeox @holy-squirrel-of-death

Tough

I got inspired by humans are weird posts.
The first time it happened, no one took notice. When it reached the hundredth time, everyone took notice.

The newest members of the Galactic Alliance were tough beyond imagination. Stories were spread all over the place.

“I once saw one go for ten klicks without stopping, while their leg was broken.”

“Hey, have you heard about the time one managed to lift half of a ship to get a member of the crew out?”

“They do what???”

“They pierce metal into their flesh and inject ink into their skin.”

“How do they not die?”

“They heal so fast it doesn’t trouble them.”

The species in question: Humans. Rumors spread of their strength. Twenty years after they joined one of the Universe’s most brilliant minds released an article on humans.

She had lived among humans since they joined. Every bit of their culture fascinated her. When her apartment complex went up in flames she saw men and women racing inside to get those trapped out. Her eyes widened when she met veterans. They told her stories that she could hardly believe, but their mental and physical scars told otherwise. Her heart stopped when a child went missing and their parents searched for weeks even when others had given up. Famine struck in small countries, cars crashed, children were born, friends became family, some were lost, others were gained, and these strange creatures always kept going. Humans were people of iron wills, mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers.

This brilliant mind read through their lore and felt all their feelings. Danger was not unfamiliar to them. It was a fact of life. Animals nearly gave her a heart attack.

“What creatures are these?”

“Those are cats. They’re a type of pet.”

“You keep flesh-eating clawed animals as pets?”

Not to mention the weather, and the planet itself.

“Why is the ground shaking?”

“It’s an Earthquake. They’re quite common here, because we are on a fault line.”

“Is this planet designed to kill you?”

“In a way, yes.”

The atmosphere was made up of oxygen. Which is used as a type of fuel source. Essentially, humans breathed death.

When the article hit the mainstream humans became the most sought after explorers. Who knew that these people were so tough.

author: lostcap  /  poems used: x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x 
* do not remove this credit , thank you.

❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜
❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜
❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜
❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜
❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜
❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜
❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜
❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜
❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜
❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜
❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜
❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜
❛ you are memories and moments. ❜
❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜
❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜
❛ you are not a ghost.  ❜
❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜
❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜
❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜
❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜
❛ you exist still. ❜
❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜
❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜
❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜
❛ we end to begin again. ❜
❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜
❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜
❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜
❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜
❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜
❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜
❛ all stars must burn. ❜
❛ the greatest things must end. ❜
❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜
❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜
❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜
❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜
❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜

aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words: 10,110
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the character’s past occupation haha

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I am like a pile of bones lying on the floor, and no one knows this except me. I am like a broken skeleton with a beating heart.”
He said slowly with a heaviness floating through his words, and at that moment I knew that I desperately wanted to save him. But I also knew that we can’t save people, we can only one love them. But, was I ready to love him? Was I ready to throw my heart towards him once again, knowing that he won’t ever catch it.
Even after all these years, I still loved him. And, I wanted, i truly wanted to pick up his bones and fix them together. I wanted to stitch him a flesh so strong that he would never feel this again.
Wrapped in awe, I looked at him, his face surrounded by terror, his eyes speaking of the wars he lost, his lips trembling, his body tightened by fear. I realized, he was afraid too, he was afraid that he shouldn’t have told me. I suddenly felt wounded. I was wounded in his battle.
I loved someone who could never love me back.
I wanted to tell him, but I simply couldn’t. Because loving him was a luxury I always dreamed of. And, I was happy with that. So, I replied, “I know how you feel.” and walked silently with him in the shadow of the moonlight to a place I didn’t want to go. For I loved him, and sadly I still do.
—  the-story-teller-6  {Rakhi Nasir}

i just really miss when being a part of the ace community meant sharing pictures of literally anything with ace flag colours on it, making jokes/edits about cake and dragons, and lots of puns 

that’s the asexual community i found when i was coming into my asexuality 

now it’s about literally defending your right to exist in the only spaces that used to accept you and hoping you don’t get death wishes for it 

it’s hard enough for me to exist in this space, and i’m so glad I no longer run an asexuality blog, but i can’t imagine what it must be like for young asexuals who are just recognizing themselves and who have no place to go 

i can’t imagine what it must be like for them to be terrified to tell the people in their gsa that they’re asexual for fear of being excluded or kicked out. i can’t imagine what it must be like to find the shambles of what was once a bright and vibrant asexual community on tumblr. 

just– i love every single ace person. i love every single young ace person. i love you all so much. thank you, to the ace community, for being what you were two years ago, and thank you for continuing to fight today. thank you for not giving up. 

(honestly, I am so disgusted with my mentality. I am not deep, I don’t work, I revel and go lax with physical comforts.  I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.)
—  Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals; p. 169
Daddy's love.

‘Daddy, why do you always hold my hand?’

‘I thought you liked holding Daddy’s hand? Oh! Do you get embarrassed? Does it make you feel like you aren’t a big girl?’

'No. I quite like feeling not so big. But you always hold it. Aaaaaalways. Why?’

'Well, for a few reasons. I don’t want to lose you.’

I see a duck on the lake and excitedly start my way towards it. My arm is tugged and I realise I’m pulling. I stop.

'See?’ Daddy asks, 'you could easily have fell into the lake or that duck could have eaten you. Then where would we be?’

I giggle and swing our clasped hands playfully.'I’d be in the duck’s belly,’ I laugh.

'Exactly. We don’t want that, do we?’ Daddy smiles down at me.

'Noooo!’ I agree, frowning solemnly.

I forget I even asked a question before he continues. 'Another reason I like to hold your hand is so I can lead you to places I want us to go.’

I shuffle my feet and protest by inhaling. 'That’s like I’m a dog!! AAAAND…what if I know which place I need to go?’

Daddy laughs heartily. 'You’re more of a little monkey! Anyway, it’s my job to make sure you get where I want you to go. If I hold your hand, I can be sure you get there safely, with me.’

'Hmm. Ok, but I can still see you and still hear you.’

'Ahh, but sometimes you don’t look and sometimes you don’t listen’ he raised an eyebrow.

'But you can always see and hear me!’ I exclaim.

'Haha! Oh you aren’t wrong! But it’s different to feel you, and hold you. Don’t you think?’

'Ummm..’

Daddy went on, 'when I tuck you in, it isn’t enough to see me or hear me is it? Eventually you close your eyes and you start to fall asleep. I stroke your hair. That way, you can be doubly sure I’m still there can’t you? It makes you feel safe to know I’m definitely with you just that little bit extra, doesn’t it?’

'Yes! I’d be sad if you didn’t stroke my hair when I fall asleep.’

'Exactly! That is how Daddy feels. He feels that little bit safer knowing he has you. And that you’re absolutely, definitely, undoubtedly with me all the time.’

'Ohhhhhh! I understand now!’

'But the biggest reason…’ He pulls me in.

I nod, eager to listen.

“is that you are mine. When I hold your hand, you are mine. Everyone knows not to hurt you. I can keep you safe when you are close. I can know so much about you when I hold you because your hands talk too.’

I laugh, 'my hands don’t talk silly Daddy!’

'Oh yes they do. They tell me when you are scared, excited, too hot or too cold. They even tell me when you need to pee. Although you usually do a funny dance too.’

'Shhhh’, I look around to make sure no one heard and pout up at him.

'Your hands are just as important and as lovely as your eyes, your voice. Why should I leave your hands out?’

I wonder.

'I love to look in your eyes, so I look. I love to hear your voice, so I listen.’

He stops.

'I love to hold your hand, and that’s why I always hold it.’

5 A.M. on the Starblaster
  • Barry: If the hunger devored me, would it inherit the depression and anxiety? Would the hunger lay in bed not able to get up?? Would it cry just from seeing a baby animal?? Would it have insomnia?? Would it be super anxious for social interactions?! What about getting anxious about a fricken math test?! Rehearsing lines it'll say before getting to be next in line at a fast food place?!? I NEED ANSWERS!
  • Lup: go the fuck to sleep.