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I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day… When it’s cold outside, I got the– OH MY GOD JAGGED FLAMING ROCKS ARE FALLING FROM THE SKY CORAN WE NEED TO SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY

3 Study Methods You Should Use More Often

This was originally for an article writing assignment, but I thought “why not write something I can also post on my blog?” so here are three study methods that I haven’t seen a lot of in the studyblr community but are definitely worth mentioning.

The Leitner System

          Flash cards have remained one of the most popular ways to study. Some people use them to memorize vocabulary, remember answers to specific questions, or even associate dates with events. Although the use of flash cards is convenient, their effectiveness has been reduced due to most people’s habits of prioritizing each card equally and therefore spending too much time memorizing the information on them.

          The Leitner System, created by a German popularizer of science named Sebastian Leitner, is a more efficient method of studying that implements the concept of spaced repetition. All the cards start off in one pile. You would first scan through these cards, then test yourself. Each card you answer correctly goes to a second pile, while those you answer incorrectly should be revised then placed at the bottom of the pile. When you review the cards in the second pile and get them correct, they will be promoted to a third pile. An incorrect card will always get demoted to the first pile, even if they had previously been promoted to the last pile.

          The reason why this method is so effective is that you end up reviewing the first pile of cards more frequently—the cards you don’t know very well. Some people choose to review their Stack 1 cards every day, Stack 2 cards every other day, Stack 3 cards once every three days, and so on.

          Once all your cards have been promoted to the highest box, study them thoroughly and then start over. The continuous revision trains your speed so that you may reach fluency, which allows you to recall the information faster.

Timed Memorization

          The name tells it all: you memorize a certain text within a time limit, normally around five to ten minutes depending on your fluency and memorization abilities. When the timer starts, you begin memorizing. When time is up, you flip to the next page, even if you haven’t finished the previous page yet. Continue until you’ve gone through all your material.

          Timed memorization helps you to discipline yourself because your brain thinks that there’s no time for messing around; you have to do this here and now. Make sure to repeat the things you missed and revise everything frequently. This method is actually one of the most effective for cramming as it gives a better coverage than if you spend a whole half hour memorizing one subtopic.

The Memory Palace or Mind Palace

           Sound familiar? In BBC’s Sherlock, the ‘highly functioning sociopath’ uses this method to remember vital information and facts. A mind palace is a systematic arrangement of information, each detail corresponding to a specific object in a familiar place. To ensure that you really remember everything, the objects have to appear shocking and conspicuous.

           Here’s an example: if I wanted to memorize “crimson, 11, delight, petrichor (the smell after rain)”, aside from imagining Amy Pond or the Doctor saying it, I would first choose a place, let’s say my school. I’d imagine myself walking up to the front gate and seeing that the entire building has been painted the color of blood—crimson. The building would then rise as though it were lifted from the earth and crumble into rubble, controlled by Eleven, the character from Stranger Things. Now, since I can’t really picture delight specifically, I’d probably end up visualizing a colossal sign that simply reads “delight” posted in front of my school. As for petrichor, I’d imagine curves rising out of the puddles on the asphalt after a rainy night, a visual representation of the smell of the rain. Of course, these visualizations have been created to suit my memory. (I wouldn’t know if you watched Stranger Things.)

           I used this method when memorizing case studies for geography, although I chose to visualize fictional places from television series and cartoons. Some people do opt to create artificial places, but these often become blurry and are easily forgotten.

           As with any study method, repetition is vital to storing the information in your long-term memory. Visit your “palace” as often as you can. Soon enough, you’ll remember the data as well as you remember the place associated with the data.

So there you have it, three lesser known methods of studying that have proven to be immensely efficient. Now, there is no “correct” way to study, but there are methods that can ease your learning process.

and girls were so pretty. there was the effortless girls who had the wide eyes, the freckles, the hair pulled back. who didn’t wear makeup and always wore a smile, who knew you needed help before you asked it; the sunshine and picnic girls, who you felt carried spring with them. and the mountaintop girls, strong bodies and fierce in their bones, drinking green tea and teaching you yoga, who watched you and made sure you ate well, who knew what it was to fight for a body that listened. and the soft heather girls who knew nature and spoke gently and would show you how to hear the light hitting a lake, who would listen no matter how long the story was and somehow know what to say. and the girls who were red moons, a dangerous flash of teeth and darkness, an excited wildness that came in black leather and spoke of nights you ache when you remember, who would look at you and pin you to a board for a moment, so that for once you felt important. and the summertime girls, wide smiles and makeup that never smudged, who could make you feel as if you lived inside a photograph, who brought the feeling of the fourth of july to every party, who convinced you to come to the party. and of course the rain girls, who didn’t need an explanation, but simply were, in a way that when you made eye contact with them you knew somehow about sorrow and also about the safety of staying home. 

and girls. girls in their sweatpants in the aisle of a supermarket looking lost. girls staring down their teacher, demanding the grade they deserve. girls with their hands on the wheel, with their hands passing lotion to another, with their hands in their hair. girls upside down on the couch and spine straight in business meetings and body curled around a book. girls who were upended libraries, who were railroads, who were a choir’s last note, who were carols, who were snow, who were a racing track, who glowed or who gave warmth or else sewed cold, who bit hard, who laughed loud, who fell asleep on trains, who rode bikes in rain.

and then there was you.

“Quickly men! Into formation!”

“Sir, what purpose does this formation serve? None of us is aiming with even a remote chance of hitting any possible enemies and we’re in serious danger of starting a forest fire.”

“Shut up Steve. It looks awesome.”


(Photo by @nicolasbruno on Instagram)

Gravity
Yoko Kanno
Gravity

Been a long road to follow
Been there and gone tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday 

Are the memories I hold still valid?
Or have the tears deluded them? 

Maybe this time tomorrow
The rain will cease to follow
And the mist will fade into one more today 

Something somewhere out there keeps calling 

Am I going home?
Will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon? 

Zero gravity what’s it like?
Am I alone? 

Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
Still the road keeps on telling me to go on
Something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all

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Here’s a side by side comparison of the Lunar Flower from Wolf’s Rain and the Nightblooming Cereus species known as Brahma Kamal that it was based on

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You

Title:  All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary:  Sam hitches a ride back to Palo Alto and meets a mysterious woman.

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader (?)

Word Count:  2415

Warnings:  nsfw, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (both receiving), rough sex, angst

Author’s Notes:  Written for @chaos-and-the-calm67 80’s Writing Challenge. My song was “All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You” by Heart (x)(x). I started writing this a year ago after hearing the song on the radio and an image of Sam walking in the rain came to me. Bev’s challenge prompted me to finish it. There is no dialogue in this fic.

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So, my post-SDCC dash is like -

- and of course I’m happy people are happy, and even if I’m trying not to read spoilers and speculations (I’d rather be surprised), obviously I’ve seen some of them and I really hope they mean what we hope they mean and that next season is going to be this amazing Feelfest they’re sort of promising, but I just wanted to say - if you’re still grieving for those characters who died last season, if you feel let down by the show, if you don’t trust them to finally go there with Destiel or do right by Cas or whatever else - you’re not alone. I know that many of us are carefully navigated our broken hearts in this river of rainbows, so, yeah - we’re here. You’ve still got the right to be upset or annoyed or disappointed, no matter what happens during the hiatus, okay?

Give Me A Reason

Request:
Hi:) Could you write an imagine where the reader is Peter parkers girlfriend, before he get’s bitten by the spider She notices something is completely wrong she thinks it has something to do with her She gets frustrated and confronts him about it he refuses to tell her in fear of losing her but then at last opens up about and show her Thank you:)

Word Count: 2833

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind! I went a little crazy while writing this!


Peter Parker and (Y/N).

That’s how it’s always been. Kids in your grade can’t remember a time when you two weren’t attached at the hip. The both of you have been best friends since day one. Aunt May would babysit you as a child when your parents were away on their long business trips. You were practically raised in her apartment.

You and Peter were best friends from the first day you hung out. Which was the third day of kindergarten, when Kevin pushed you off the swings and you started crying. Peter sat with you in the sand and made funny faces until you laughed.  

Since then it was always Peter and (Y/N).

The two of you started dating freshmen year of high school. He asked you out in the middle of a movie night, which was not uncommon for the two of you. Without hesitation, you said yes. It’s been like a dream for you ever since.

The two of you are always touching during schools, whether it be holding hands while walking down the hallways or a foot pressed against the back of yours during class or even just him messing with the sleeve of your (his) sweater during free time in class. You guys don’t do a lot of PDA, but you are always reassuring the other that you’re nearby.

As much as everyone hated to admit it, the two of you are perfect together. Many classmates believe you guys will get married in the future. Soulmates, that’s what they call you. But, because of the strong love you have for each other, bullies will use it as weapon. Flash will often tell Peter that you’re too good for him or that you’re cheating on him. Sometimes, he lets the harsh words get to him. You’ll be told that Peter is only with you for your popularity or for sex. And sometimes, you’ll let the harsh words get to you.

When that happens, Peter will get you your favorite hot coco from the tiny corner shop and you’ll get him his favorite sandwich. The two of you will be silent while enjoying your treats and the presence of the other one. Before one of you breaks and asks the other if anything the bullies say is true. Of course, it’s not, but reassurance is always nice. The two of you will spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, watching cheesy romcoms (your choice) and nerdy sifi movies (his choice).

All of this was normal for the two of you. Tiny touches and affectionate words was normal. Movie date nights 3 times a week was normal. Study dates and weird outings was normal. So, when it all suddenly stopped, it made you worry. And you worried hard.

It’s Wednesday and it’s been approximately 2 weeks since the last date with Peter. You guys have been doing the whole relationship thing for only a year, but it’s been awesome. Up until 2 weeks ago. There haven’t been any movie dates, study dates or unusual outings. You guys haven’t held hands down the hallways or even hugged in 2 weeks. You don’t understand the sudden change in behavior.

The only reason he would suddenly stop acting like your boyfriend is if he doesn’t want to be yours anymore. You sigh, grabbing your Calculus book from your locker. Peter usually walks with you to Calculus, since it’s a shared class of yours, but he isn’t there. He hasn’t been there. You shake your head before picking your chin up. You can’t act like someone kicked your puppy when it’s only a little relationship drama. Every couple has had their fights, so have you and Peter. The two of you will get over it and be better than ever.

Someone shoves you into a locker, making you whimper a little in pain. You look up to see Flash, followed by a group of giggling girls.

“Did Peter finally realize how much you suck and leave you?” Flash sneers at you, walking away before you can even say anything.

You want to scream at him. You want to grab him and shake him and convince him that Peter still loves you, because convincing him… would mean convincing yourself. You don’t even believe that he still loves you.

You take a deep breath and walk to Calculus class, ignoring the jeers that bullies throw your way as you walk through the hallways alone. You finally make it to class and your heart shatters to see Peter sitting in a seat, that was as far from your normal seat as possible.

You walk up to him and you clear your throat to get his attention. He looks up at you, but not the same way he usually does. He doesn’t look at you like you’re his entire world, he looks at you like you killed his entire world. “So…” You cough awkwardly, “Will you pick up some of my hot coco on your way home?” You ask him, your voice cracking slightly when you ask him. That was the way you’d let him know that what people are saying is starting to get to you.

You notice a brief flicker of something in his eyes, remorse… guilt? But it’s gone as quick as it came. He shuffles his feet and his hands won’t stay still. His eyes don’t meet yours. “I, uh, can’t… I have something after school… it requires me to, uh, stay here…” He tells you, breaking your heart with every word and stammer.

You nod your head, “That’s okay, Peter, you can bring it ‘round after your thing?” You’re silently pleading with him, begging him to come around after school and make things go back to the way they were. People are starting to file into class and you don’t want to cause a scene.

He shakes his head, scratching at the back of his neck. “I can’t, I promised Aunt May I’d help her clean.”

You bite your bottom lip to stop it from shaking. “R-right. Aunt May, she’s always wanting to keep everything clean.” You play along with the lie he told, your heart breaking even more with every word.

You nod your head one more time before going to sit in your normal seat, across the room from him. Tears are pricking at your eyes, wanting to be let out, but you won’t let them. The only comfort you have now, is the fact that you’re wearing Peter’s sweatshirt. The warmth of the sweatshirt reminds you of when you’d cuddle with him, his arms wrapped around you and your face pressed against his chest. A smile permanently plastered on your face as you dozed off.

You force yourself out of the memory and back into class. You spend the whole period focused on only math, making yourself forget about everything as you try to learn everything the teacher is teaching.

When the final bell rings, signally the end of class and the end of the school day, you’re one of the last ones to leave the classroom. You slowly pack all your things away and make sure you jotted everything down correctly. There’s no need to rush to leave since Peter isn’t waiting for you. He was one of the first out of the classroom.

The entire walk home was like out of a sad music video. It was raining, of course, and you were crying. You just didn’t want to lose Peter, you really didn’t. You love him.

When you get to your apartment, you had finally decided what you needed to do. You needed to march yourself over there, first thing, and demand him give you a reason to how he’s been acting lately. If he can’t give you one, then it’s over. It breaks your heart to even think breaking up with Peter, but that’s what needs to happen. You can’t keep hurting yourself over and over again for someone who doesn’t even notice.

You take a deep breath, staring at your front door before opening. There’s no turning back now. You begin the decline to Peter’s floor. He’s only 2 floors below you. You quickly reach his front door and you knock, your heart beating so fast that you think you’re having a heart attack.

Aunt May opens the door and grin when she sees you, she pulls you into a bear hug. “Oh, (Y/N)! I missed you! I was worried when you and Peter weren’t hanging around here lately! I almost thought you two broke up!” She laughs, “Of course that’d be ridiculous! You two are a match made in heaven!”

You giggle nervously, hugging Aunt May back. This may be the last time you see her for a while. “Y-yeah, Aunt May. That’d be ridiculous.”

She lets go and waves you in, telling you that Peter’s currently in his room. Which means he lied to you about having something to do after school. You close your eyes in annoyance before quickly opening them. You don’t want Aunt May to think anything is wrong. You make your way to his door, your heart beating out of your chest.

You knock on his door.

“Come in,” You hear Peter’s muffled voice.

You take a shaky breath before opening his door. His eyes connect with yours and a pit forms in the bottom of your stomach. You know already that this won’t end well. Tears leak from your eyes, tears that you never wanted.

You close the door behind you, your motions stiff. You angrily wipe the tears away from your eyes before you sit in his computer chair, him on his bed.

“I want to know.” You whisper, your eyes on your hands, your fingers picking at the skin around your nails, a nervous habit of yours.

“Know what?” He asks, his voice hoarse. He knows what you want to know. But he wants to hear you say it.

“Why you’ve been so distant lately, Peter. Is it because of me? Do you not… do you not love me anymore?” You ask, tears coming in a steady stream as you voice your thoughts. Normally, if you cry, he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. He’d let you cry as much as you needed until you’d be ready to talk. But he doesn’t even try to console you now.

Peter looks away, clenching his jaw as if he were angry. “(Y/N)… I love you. You know how much I love you. I just… it’s complicated, alright? I can’t tell you.”

You shake your head. “It’s not complicated. It’s not. We’re not complicated. We never have been. Freshman year, we had our first fight. You thought that I’d cheat on you. We fixed that issue within one night. That wasn’t complicated. Beginning of sophomore year, when we had sex for the first time. That wasn’t complicated. Or when you kissed me for the first time on my balcony. That wasn’t complicated. When you told me you loved me, when we slept in the same bed for the first time, when I fell in love with you. None of that was complicated, Peter. And neither is this.” You voice is thick with tears, your body shaking as memories flood you. All happy and all with Peter.

Peter bites his lips, his hands shaking slightly on his knees. “(Y/N)… please… I love you. I love you so much.” He knows what’s happening next. You know and that makes you cry harder.

“Peter. I love you too. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt. Please. Give me a reason. Please, Peter. All you have to do is give me a reason and I’ll forgive you. I’ll kiss you and we can watch a movie. It will go back to normal. Peter. Give me a reason.” You cry, begging him for something he can’t give you. And you know this, but your tears don’t stop and you can’t help but hope for a stupid reason like Flash’s ridiculing finally got to him and he didn’t want you to know so he pushed you away.

Tears begin to fall from Peter’s eyes as he shakes his head. “I can’t tell you (Y/N). Please, it’s not you. I promise. Please just believe me. I just… I can’t tell you.”

You stand up, wiping your hands on your jeans. You slowly unzip his sweatshirt and place it neatly on his chair. “I understand, Peter. I love you, but I can’t be with you. Not if you keep treating me like someone you hate. I love you so much, Peter.” You tell him, one tear away from full on balling. You’re breathing is quick and shallow, you’re about to have a panic attack.

You walk away from his bedroom, not looking Aunt May in the eyes. She heard everything and there’s tears running down her face too. You walk up into your apartment and sit on your bedroom floor, balling your eyes out. It’s too much pain. Too much hurt in your heart. You had to walk away from the love of your life.

You cried for what seemed like forever, you cried until the moon came out and then you cried some more. Before finally moving into your bed. You cry some more until you hear a tap on your window. It’s 11:30, who would be at your window?

You click on your lamp to see Peter in your window. His eyes are puffy and red, tears dried on his cheeks as he waits for you to open the window.

You open it, your hands shaking so much that it took you a few tries just to do it. When you finally do, he doesn’t come in.

“You asked for a reason as to why I’ve been so distant. (Y/N), this is it.” He whispers, his voice rough with tears as he begins to climb through your window. He’s done this before, but instead of landing on your floor, he begins to climb up the walls, on your ceiling before jumping off, landing softly next to you.

He lays a hand on your cheek, angling your face so that you’d look him in the eyes. “I didn’t want to tell you because… I didn’t want you to be in danger. I want to help people, (Y/N). I want to be able to help this city. But people may come after you if Spider-man starts to pay special attention to a girl. I would rather die than have you hurt.”

Tears begin to fall again. Peter shakes his head, wiping the tears away. “Don’t cry, babygirl. Please. I love you. Please, don’t cry. I love you. Please don’t leave me. Please.” He whispers.

You try to stop your crying as you stare up at him, before finally leaning up to kiss him. The kiss is wet and desperate. You pull away, your breathing heavy and your lips pink. “I love you, Peter. So goddamn much it hurts. I understand why you didn’t tell me. But why did you decide to tell me now?” You ask, opening your eyes to look at him. His lips are slightly pink as well.

He sighs, racking a hand through his hair. “Because I knew that if I didn’t tell you, you’d never come back around. You’d never come back. Because you’re the type of person to turn around and never look back. I couldn’t let you do that. I love you so much. It hurt so much to know that I had made you so sad. To lie to you felt like I was being stabbed. I love you so much that I’d tell you my secret just to have you by my side. And that may be selfish, to put you in danger just to be able to date you. But I’m selfish when it comes to you, (Y/N). I just love you so much.” He finishes his rant with a passionate kiss. It takes your breath away, just as much as it did the first time you kissed him.

“I love you too, Peter.” You whisper, your forehead pressed against him. He wraps something around your shoulders and you look down to see his sweatshirt.

“Everything is going to be okay.” He tells you, looking down at you like you are his world reborn.

“Everything will be okay so long as we love each other.” You tell him, smiling as you zip his hoodie up and gently pull him down to kiss him again.

“So, is that a yes to dating me again, because I’m not quite clear…” Peter asks you, pulling away from the kiss to do so.

You laugh, rolling your eyes and pull him in for another kiss. “Of course, I love you.” You whisper before connecting your lips with his once again.

The rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms, watching cheesy romcoms (your pick) and nerdy sifi moves (his pick).

Leave This Town Pt 8 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Wanda and Pietro (mentioned)

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff!!!! 

Word Count: 3.4k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

Y/N: Oof. 

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Previously: 

You waited a few minutes until the driver’s side door opened with a squeak and Bucky slid inside. Shaking his head, water droplets sprayed in your direction making you squeal in laughter while shielding your already damp self.

Bucky threw you a wide grin, feeling a familiar warmth inside you grow despite the chill seeping in from your wet clothes. He held out a hand and you gave him the keys with the engine roaring to life seconds later.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” you replied, wondering what this unexpected night would bring.

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Conversation was impossible on the ten minute drive to Bucky’s place. The loud thundering of rain pelting the truck’s roof along with Bucky’s need to concentrate on the road with very little visibility, you resigned yourself to silence. You didn’t mind though. It gave you a chance to unabashedly stare at the man you hadn’t seen in two years, and yet you instantly still felt that comfort and ease in his presence.

Bucky was right, he hadn’t changed much. His hair was a bit longer with a few more laugh lines around his eyes, but you found that they made him even more attractive. One of your first observations, though, was the lack of a ring on his finger. That still wasn’t a definitive answer to a question you had yet to voice, though.

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The Tenth Floor pt2

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1


All you wanted was a decent paying job so you could pay off your school loans… And fix your car, pay your rent, pay your credit card bill, and maybe afford to eat. Was that really too much to ask? You thought it must be, because the only way you were going to get that was working for Min Yoongi, who had been yelling incoherently for the last hour.

You didn’t bother to knock on his office door at first, fairly sure that you didn’t want to know whatever it was that he was angry about. He was on the phone, you knew that much, but with who exactly was a mystery.

“So, how’s the first day going so far?” Seokjin sauntered over, taking a seat on your desk where you had been sorting through a stack of papers Yoongi had informed you were his schedule. “Sort it, fix it, memorize it,” Yoongi had said when he dumped the pile of papers in front of you earlier that day.

“Splendid.” You muttered, picking up a sticky note with almost unreadable handwriting on in. Apparently Yoongi had an appointment with someone on the twentieth of that month, but the name was impossible to make out.

“The first day is always the worst, keep your head up, kiddo.” He reached forward as though to flick your nose, but you swatted his hand away.

“I’m not a kid, and I’d appreciate it if you refrained from calling me one.” You knew it was important to at least try to stay on Seokjins good side, but the conversation from that morning still annoyed you to think about it.

“Good, a kid wouldn’t last two days in here, and I need you to last a month.” Seokjin looked satisfied, so you turned your attention back to the sticky-note. You were fairly sure it said the appointment was at three o’clock, but you were still deciphering the name.

“Does this have something to do with Jimins bet?” You asked, and Seokjin grinned.

“Smart, I like it.” He winked at you just as you heard glass shattering in Yoongi’s office. “If you last two weeks, I get ten thousand. If you last a month it’s doubled.” Seokjin informed you happily.

You tried to ignore the way he talked about $10,000 the same way you might talk about $20. To your relief, the phone on your desk buzzed before you had to respond to Seokjin, and Yoongi’s voice came through the intercom. “My office. Now.”

Soekjin actually looked concerned as you stood. “A huge business deal was just canceled, it’s going to cost the company millions. He’s not going to be easy to deal with.” He cautioned. “You might want to avoid him if at all possible.”

“Thanks for the warning, but I don’t think I have a choice.” In a way, you were glad for a way to escape. You didn’t really want to go in there—you didn’t have a death wish—but you couldn’t think of a nice way to tell Seokjin to go away.

“See you later.” Seokjin gave you a small salute as you made your way over to the office door. It had gone strangely quiet within, and when you heard no response you decided to walk in anyway.

“Sir?” You peaked around the door to see Yoongi sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers slowly. He didn’t acknowledge your presence, so you stepped further into the room, closing the door behind yourself. “Mr. Min?” You tried again, and his eyes snapped to yours so fast it made you jump, and his tapping fingers stilled.

“Don’t you knock?” He demanded, and you suddenly wished you were still sitting at your desk with Seokjin still bothering you again.

“I did knock.” You said, trying to keep your tone polite. Yoongi didn’t look convinced, leaning back in his chair.

“Are you talking back?” He raised an eyebrow. You wanted to point out that he was talking to you the way a parent might to an unruly teen, but you bit your tongue.

“No sir, just answering your question.” You fixed your expression into something you hoped was unreadable.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, resuming tapping his fingers on his desk as the stared at the ceiling. For a moment, you thought that in a different universe, where Min Yoongi wasn’t a complete asshole who fired people for humming, he might have been rather attractive. He carried himself with an ease and confidence that few possessed, and you would be lying if said he didn’t have a nice jaw line. You wondered what he would look like in street clothes—not that he looked bad in a suit, quite the opposite in fact. But you thought he would look good in jeans and a t-shirt; it would certainly make him look more approachable.

You shook yourself quickly, reminding yourself that he was your boss and that not only were such thoughts entirely inappropriate, but that you really needed to focus on not getting fired.

“What?” Yoongi demanded after a moment.

“Sorry?” You could feel your cheeks heating up—was it possible he knew what you were thinking? No, of course not. But the way he was looking at you was like he could see right through you to your soul, and you didn’t much care for it.

“What do you want?” Yoongi clarified, and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

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Dating Jughead Jones Would Include...

So I am not too happy with this i am sorry but i have had a bit going on personally at the moment. Requested by a few people.

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PDA when he’s jealous 

  • Jughead Jones got jealous a damn lot. Sometimes he made it obvious, picking fights for no reason or sometimes, only you could see it so to reassure him, you would walk over to him and kiss him hard in front of everyone. Often winding him up a little to the point where when you would get home it was an interesting night.

You being the only one that makes him laugh and this confuses everyone 

  • Jughead had a dark sardonic humor and everyone knew it. He would often laugh at people, not with them so when you made him laugh - truly laugh, everyone was confused. Not even Archie had managed that and they were best friends so you truly shocked everyone. Of course, you never gave away your secrets which frustrated the group to all ends.  

Being together most of the time

  • You would very, very rarely be seen apart. You were two peas in a pod and you never got  sick of each other somehow.

Him sneaking to your window most of the time, especially at night 

  • After you found out that he was living rough you demanded that he came and stayed at yours every night. Sure, it meant him sneaking in through your window every night and it would always be a little awkward but you managed it.

Late night talks about everything 

  • You would often lay together, late at night speaking your minds about serious things or sometimes the craziest things like aliens and how the universe began. You could trust each other with absolutely everything and it was what your relation was based off. Love, trust and your late night conversations.

Your parents not liking him at first but when they get to know him they love him

  • Your parents were a little weary of you dating someone with Southside roots but he proved them so, so wrong. He was always such a gentleman to you, especially around your parents. After they warmed up to him they were utterly smitten with the two of you. They were always inviting him round for dinner and soon they were more open to him staying round, meaning less fumbles getting him through the window everynight.

Caring about you more than he does about himself 

  • It was obvious that you were Jugheads world. You meat more to him then anything and he wanted you safe and away from all the horrors of Riverdale. He knew you could look after yourself but he just wanted you safe and would do anything to make sure of it. There was so many times that Jughead would put himself in some pretty dangerous situations to keep you safe, having no regard really for his life when it came to yours.

Making a promise that when you finish high school you’ll leave together and start a new life

  • Jughead wanted to get out of Riverdale, there was no doubt about that. Most of your late night conversations involved him planning to run away with you as soon as he could, making you happy and having you all to himself away from your hectic and dangerous pasts.

Him falling asleep in your arms, allowing you to play with his hair

  • Jugheads hair was the softest thing ever but only you would know that. You were a very cuddly person and so, surprisingly was Jughead when it came to you. After a really hard day Jughead would just curl up in your arms, allowing you to run your hands through his hair gently and letting him fall into a light sleep with no questions asked.

Going on long walks

  • You and Jughead loved sitting in Pop’s for hours at a time, or staying in your room relaxing and writing but on occasion, you both felt a little trapped. The only solution was a really long walk with no real destination. You just walked and walked, sometimes talking but sometimes silent but comfortable, your favorite time to walk was when it was raining a little, of course Jughead would worry over you getting ill but you couldn’t help it, you loved being outside with just him when everyone else had run indoors.

Seeing each other cry

  • You were both sensitive people on the inside but hated showing it on the outside, except for each other. You didn’t mind once and a while just letting it all out. Jughead hurt so much when he saw you cry so did everything to try and prevent it and would happily offer to go and knock out whoever made you cry (as he got advice on his right hook) but he would just pull you into his arms and the world would melt away. You would freak when Jughead cried, immediately assuming the worst but soon comforting him and thing would all be okay-ish again.

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lafitte  asked:

Prompt: “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.” ( *whispers* do IT )

Prompt #145
Thanks, Vans!!

It was a shit day, okay?

He woke up exactly 42 minutes late, his phone hadn’t charged over the night, the 10-page rhetoric essay that was due in —fuck, fourteen hours —was barely half finished, he missed the last bus and it was raining. Of course it was fucking raining.

Castiel springs through puddles, backpack hugged to his chest because he forgot his umbrella and the last thing he needs are his laptop and school books getting soaked.

He chances a look at his phone, barely clinging to 8% of life, and the clock tells him with little sympathy that it’s 9:00 a.m. He’s late.

It takes another four minutes to reach the academic hall and he barrels through a gaggle of associate professors and onto slippery linoleum.

The classroom door sings the most pitiful announcement of his presence, making Cas cringe and drawing seventeen pairs of eyes. Cas meets one particular pair, glazed with a mix of humor and concern and Cas grimaces in response, trying to discreetly lower himself into the desk closest to the door.

“Rough morning, Castiel?” Dr. Harvelle asks, eyes going back to her sheet of notes.

Cas sighs, too shaken to take the barb in stride. He stares down at the beige tabletop of his desk. “Yes, ma’am.”

Dr. Harvelle calls the class back to order and Cas breathes easier with every eye that leaves him. But he can still feel one gaze and refuses to look up again because he doesn’t want to talk about it. He just gets his laptop out, opens a blank Word document, and tries to speedily type up all the notes projected on the white board. 

He’s just finished the slide when a text alert pops into the right corner of the screen. 

Dean: Are you okay?

A hundred answers come to mind but Cas doesn’t have the energy to lie or tell the truth.

Cas: Why do you ask?

Ah, deflection. 

Dean: Because you’re wearing two different shoes.

Cas’s head whips down and, sure enough, he has one white sneaker and one red.

He straightens and stares ahead blankly for a moment before leaning back in complete defeat. He doesn’t hear another word Dr. Harvelle says for the rest of the hour.

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you loved him, didn’t you?

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“You loved him, didn’t you?” Sam asks. They’re in the car. It’s the middle of the night, and it’s raining.

“Of course I did,” Dean replies. And he almost has to laugh, because it sounds so simple when he says it like that. Of course I loved him. Of course.

Do you… wanna talk about it?”

Dean scoffs. “What do you think, Sam?”

It’s quiet for a time. Dean watches the neon lights warp across the dashboard.

“He loved you too.” Sam says, and something in Dean’s chest tightens. “You know that, right? He told you?”

Dean’s right hand twitches. He remembers the way Cas’s palm felt against his. “Yeah. He told me.”

“Oh,” Sam says. “I’m glad.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Everyday ways to use Moon Water🌙

So you’ve made moon water and now you’re wondering, how can I use this in various ways? Here are a few I’ve thought of :D Keep in mind that these charged waters pack quite a punch– a little goes a long way. Use little and mix it with regular water to dilute :) (edit: dilution is necessarily when consuming, but can be done otherwise if you want the water to last longer. Only dilute with clean water) Regardless of how you choose to use it, keep your intent(s) in mind.

• painting & rinsing brushes
• use while cleaning– whether it’s the bathroom, or waterproof items of your altar
• use to clean crystals– preferably those that favor the moon (not all crystals can tolerate water)
• add a drop or two in with laundry detergent (not in bottle, in machine where soap goes)
• add a drop of two in with dishwashing detergent (add where soap goes in machine)
• if you leave dishes to soak add some drops
• add in cooking & baking
• add a bit in tea or coffee
• add to your water bottle, glass etc.
• add to smoothies & shakes
• (dilute and) make moon water ice cubes!
• nourish your plants
• use to rinse & cleanse face
• use in homemade facial masks & scrubs
• add to baths
• add to warm water & soak feet (or hands… or both. treat yo self)
• add to pet’s water
• add to bird bath
• add to bee feeders (shallow dishes with a mix of sugar & water, with lil stones for tired bees to rest on)
• can be added to homemade rose water & other floral or herbal water infusions (if you use a bouquet/store brought flowers, there will most likely be pesticides on it; always read up on potential dangers before making these things)
• I like to charge my stored rain, sea, stream etc. water under the moon to give them a boost! It works especially well with sea water of course :) (edit: rain, sea, stream, river etc. water should not be consumed FYI)

*Exercise caution: if you plan to ingest your charged water, make sure it is safe to consume! (Rain, river, stream etc. water isn’t safe to consume, many crystal infused waters aren’t safe [even tumbled ones are tricky as there could be an imperfection in the polishing that exposes the crystal] and same goes for floral or herbal infusions in water. Never give crystal, flower, or herb infused waters to animals! Research everything)*

🌊sea star witch🌟