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Study organization- notebooks

I love stationery of all kinds, especially notebooks. And when you’re planning on studying, of course you need notebooks for taking notes and practicing! In this post, I’ll talk a little about my notebooks.


What kind(s) of notebook(s) do you use?

My personal preference is for spiral notebooks. I used to use notebooks that just opened like normal books, but they never liked to stay flat and they took up too much space on my desk. It’s funny because I used to hate spirals back when I was younger and way into drawing because the pages were more free to move against each other which led to more smudging, but I love spirals so much for note taking. They lay flat with no problem, which is the biggest thing for me. The spiral does get in the way of my hand sometimes, but it’s a minor annoyance.

I also consider the quality of the paper when buying my notebooks. It doesn’t have to be super high quality, but I just can’t deal with paper the quality of standard US looseleaf. It’s too thin and, more importantly, the surface is too rough. Paper with too rough a surface has led to the early death of too many of my pens—if you use fine-tip pens, size 0.5 or lower, and find they stop writing before the ink runs out—little bits from poor-quality paper probably got into the tip and ruined it. The paper I like the most feels a little bit weighty and nice and smooth!

Hardcover or softcover is also a choice to make! I use both, types:

Left to right- hardcover lined notebook, softcover lined notebook, softcover 원고지 squared paper notebook


How many notebooks do you use?

I have three main types of notebooks! I’ll go over each type:

Grammar notebooks

My grammar notebooks are all hardcover. I use them to collect grammar explanations and other important notes. I write them as cleanly as possible and even use my many colorful highlighters to make them look a little nicer. If I need to know about a grammar point that I have already learned, I open my grammar notebook for the right language and find it. This way, I don’t have to remember which textbook or source I saw a certain grammar point or explanation in—if it’s important, I write it down in my grammar notebook! So, my grammar notebooks are mashups of multiple texts and sources. These are for reference only; I don’t do any practice or extra writing in them. Nothing but the facts!


Practice notebooks

My practice notebook is where I write down definitions of new words I learned, practice sentences for my vocab flashcard words, breakdowns of articles I’ve studied on my Chinese reader apps… I guess calling it a “practice notebook” makes its purpose pretty self-explanatory. It’s nothing special; I write quickly and messily in it, and when it gets full, I can just throw it in the recycling bin and start a fresh one. My practice notebook is a softcover spiral.


Chinese article notebook

Korean squared paper—or I guess any squared paper—is wonderful for writing Chinese characters. Once I’ve encountered an article in a Chinese reader app and broken it down in my practice notebook, I rewrite it cleanly in my article notebook so I can easily find and read it again later.


I don’t always have all of my notebook types with me. If I plan on studying grammar, I will bring the correct grammar notebook along, and if I plan on studying Chinese articles, I might have my article notebook with me, but not always. However, my practice notebook is always in my bag!

How do you organize your notes and all? For those of you who might be struggling to get your notes together, I hope this helped!

Happy studying~

anonymous asked:

If you're still doing the drabble thing could you do “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore." for tree bros. If it's not to much to ask, that is.

This is probably ooc, but I hope you enjoy it!


Contrary to popular belief, Connor Murphy is not, in fact, the worst kid in school.

Sure, there was the whole Mrs. G/printer fiasco in second grade, but, aside from that isolated incident, Connor hasn’t done much that would label him as a bad kid. He turns in his homework on time, he does well on tests, and he doesn’t talk to people in class. Well, that last part is less because he’s a good kid and more because he doesn’t have any friends to speak of and so doesn’t have anyone to speak to in class, but still. He doesn’t get into fights. Not really. Connor’s shoved a kid or two in his grade, but that’s always just been in response to someone being an asshole to him, and he shouldn’t get in trouble for standing up for himself. But he does.

Not that he even has to stand up for himself much; there aren’t even that many kids who dare to bother him since he shoved that one kid in the parking lot and the kid ended up with a broken ankle. Which wasn’t Connor’s fault—how was he supposed to know the kid was going to lose his balance and take a dive off the edge of the pavement? And isn’t it the school’s fault that they built the parking lot right beside a ditch so if someone trips or is gently pushed they’ll fall straight into the ditch? But, Connor digresses. The only kids who really bother him are the few brave souls desperate enough to be considered cool that they’re willing to bother the school’s resident psychopath, and even they have started laying off of him recently. Connor guesses everyone’s started in on the kids even lower on the middle school food chain than him.

Which brings us to now, when Connor’s standing outside the boys’ restroom in the science wing, listening to Evan Hansen’s stuttering explanation of why he doesn’t have any lunch money to give whatever dipshit cornered him in the bathroom peppered with an obscene amount of apologies. Seriously, this kid is apologizing a lot for someone who’s being harassed.

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6 WAYS TO DESTRESS

We’re halfway through the year and school’s taking a toll on us (or is starting to, depending on where you live). We’re all striving to get all the A1s and A+s in our report books/slips to indicate that our effort wasn’t all for nothing. However, in the journey to pursue these As, we’ve still got to take care of our mental health and start to focus on taking care of ourselves for a while, instead of on our studies. I’ve seen masterposts where a lot of methods to destress have been repeated, therefore I’ve taken the effort to think of more unique ways. Here are some ways I’ve been coming up with for the past few weeks which we can relax and just take a break.

STEP ONE: YOUR FUTURE HOME

Get a piece of paper (any fancy paper or rough paper will do) and start drawing your future home. You could do a top view down, or one side of the paper for each room you’re going to have. Draw your furniture and layout out and label each furniture with its name (eg. sofa/desk/television) and state some details about it (eg. white leather sofa, three-seater) based on your aesthetic. 

+ Some time ago, I was talking about my aesthetic with my friend who shares a similar taste. We were talking about our future homes, about what colours our walls would be in, about what type and colour of furniture we would get, and it made us so happy, and that’s where I got this idea from! (btw we own another studyblr with another bunch of friends called @/sleepstudycryrepeat on Instagram!

STEP TWO: ARRANGING DESK

We’ve all gotten very familiar with our desk layout. Why not upgrade it a little bit more? Change up the way you arrange your items on your desk. Move that stack of post-it notes from the left of your desk to your right. Throw away last night’s crumpled-up paper and sweet wrappers you’ve left forgotten. I promise you’re going to feel so much better after clearing, cleaning, and rearranging your study area. Furthermore, it counts as something productive because you’re one step closer to cleaning your room like your mum told you to do.

STEP THREE: PINTEREST

Pinterest’s something I’ve been loving for quite a while now because it has tons of resources as well as motivating pictures of well-arranged study spaces. But who cares about studying when you’re trying to de-stress? Look up on other pictures that suit your aesthetic and pin them onto a fresh, new board based on your aesthetic. After you’re done pinning, scroll through the whole board and then proceed to melt into a puddle of happiness.

STEP FOUR: HOBBY

I see that you’ve not been picking up your TBR books for a while now. You haven’t been drawing like you’ve used to. Put those books in your hand down at this very moment, and give yourself a little love by doing the things that you loved to do and re-discover the reason why you loved them in the first place. If you’re trying out a new hobby, please do not, do not, do not fret about not being good at that hobby. Everyone has their firsts and they’re not so pretty either. To make you feel better, you can always request to see my before & after pictures when I first practised brush lettering/typography/calligraphy. However, make sure you don’t spend too much time on your hobby! (And it’s best if you make your hobby making notes)

STEP FIVE: BULLET JOURNAL

Whip out your bullet journal and look past the unchecked boxes. Turn to a fresh page, take your prettiest pen, and write “THINGS THAT I LOVE”. The rest’s pretty self-explanatory. But, you can always switch it to a different thing such as “THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY” and so on. Make it colourful if you want to, as well. Don’t focus too much on making it pretty though, it ruins the fun (but if that makes you happy, go ahead).

STEP SIX: BIOGRAPHY

If you didn’t like the previous step or want to take it up a notch, you can always start a biography of yourself. Write your name in a pretty font and a pretty colour, list down things about yourself (nicknames, date of birth, likes, dislikes, best friends, hobbies, basically anything).

+ I remember back in primary school, almost every girl had a notebook full of different people’s biographies. We would exchange our books with each other to write and read other people’s. And I also remember that I always bought uniball signo’s metallic and angel packs just for these biographies. In retrospect, it was silly and stupid (and an excessive waste of money) but the experience was worth having to reminisce on. 

And there you have it, my first ever masterpost and six fun ways which you can employ to destress and have fun. Enjoy your mental-health-is-priority days!

Love, Jerlyn x

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she deserves to see him

It had been weeks since she last heard from him, and while Sakura attended her best friend’s wedding alone, she kept her mind open and heart happy.

Naruto deserved this, he deserved a happy ending after all the shit he had gone through his entire life.

Between the hand holding, small gestures of smoldering love and final hurrah, Sakura couldn’t help but wish he was here. Her mind felt cluttered, lost in a wave of pain as she watched Sai with Ino, or Temari with Shikamaru. 

She felt it in her heart most of all, but when her emerald eyes found that familiar looking hawk, it was like her heart had kick started. He glided smoothly to her, taking his landing on her forearm and presented a small letter. 

A single word, not entirely meant for her, but then again it was.

He was aware of Sakura’s feelings, and while he hadn’t attended the wedding with her, she knew in her heart that he had always been there. Not in person, but just there.

Her eyes remained on the rough, scratch piece of paper, fingers shaking slightly while her eyes held back silent tears. A small smile finally pulled at her lips.

Her legs began to take her towards Naruto. He was surrounded, Hinata attached to his arm while her family stood by her side. Smiles masked everyone’s faces as well.

It was a beautiful picture that Sakura admired. Having the one that she loved by her side, smiling a heart warming smile while he thanked everyone for coming and attending such a beautiful event.

She waited for what seemed like ten minutes, and when she finally worked her way through the crowd that surrounded the couple, she presented Sasuke’s letter to Naruto, gave him one last hug and congratulated the newly weds one last time.

“Hang in there,” Naruto soothed softly as he let her go.

The sun held its position in the sky, hovering above the mountain lines while Sakura walked away. She found a familiar sadness transpiring in her heart once more, but she kept her head held high and continued to that spot.

It was nothing more than a guess, but if she had the faintest clue of what Sasuke was hinting to, she’d find him. The streets remained empty, not a soul in sight and when she finally arrived, bittersweet memories came rushing through floodgates.

The cool stone seat felt familiar as she sat down on it, memories of team 7, of her and Sasuke’s first confrontation, and their emotional good bye. Sakura kept her legs together, the coral fabric soft against her thighs as she slung her head over her body, letting the emotions from a long day finally spill.

Her tears were hot, her mind growing numb while she released quiet sobs into the twilight. 

Why did he have to leave? Stay away for so long?

Seconds, and then minutes, and then finally an hour went by. By the time she wiped the remaining of her tears and cleaned the running make up from her cheeks, it was time to head home. 

He wasn’t here, and she wouldn’t see him today.

Another day, she thought, giving Sasuke the benefit of the doubt. 

As she stood from her seat on the bench that held memories of days past, the dragging of her heels filled the empty street as she began her walk home.

The flurry of rushing wind and silent promises stopped her in her tracks, rewinding time back to that night.

The night he left.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he whispered next to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Her muscles tensed, heart rate increased, jade eyes wide with shock.

It was unlike him to apologize, but it made the faintest of smiles appear. 

He was here.

Bring the Heat

You wanted to celebrate your three-month anniversary with Kang Daniel, but instead of a loving date with your boyfriend, your world collapses around you. As you’re left to pick up the pieces of your heart, you uncover a scheme that runs a lot deeper than just your own heartbreak, and you’re not going to take it sitting down.

  • aka, daniel and his friends are fking scumbags and girls supporting girls
  • heavily inp. by this scene in riverdale
  • literally this is what happened:
  • anon: can i pls get daniel angst
  • me: but girl power
  • warning: daniel is a bad guy in this. so are his friends. 

You smiled at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, reaching up to quickly fluff up your hair. It was the day of your three-month anniversary with Kang Daniel, and you wanted everything to be perfect.

You two had decided to meet up at a cute café downtown, and you’d even bought matching couple phone cases for you two to share.

The story of how you two began dating was definitely interesting, to say the least. Daniel was one of the more popular guys at your high school, and never really looked your way. You’d always thought he was handsome, and had a crush on him, but during a party, suddenly, he started talking to you. You figured it was because your best friend and his had started dating then, but even after they’d broken up, Daniel would meet you after class and greet you in the hallways.

Finally, on white day, he’d asked you out, and you’d been thrilled. Now you were here, three months later, almost before school ended before summer, and still going strong.

You decided to leave the bathroom, heading out. You spotted Daniel, sitting casually at one of the tables—with his friends?

“Oh, Daniel, you’re here,” you greeted him with a smile, taking a tentative seat across from him, “and all your friends.”

Daniel shrugged, “they wanted to tag along.”

You nodded, trying to contain the frown that wanted to appear on your lips. Daniel knew how much you cared about anniversaries, and it was weird for him to be acting so flippant.

“Oh,” you nodded, “well, I bought these cute couple cases for us!” You reached into your purse excitedly, setting them down on the table, “We can start using them now.”

One of Daniel’s friends picked one of them up, examining it, “this is kind of ugly, don’t you think?” You flinched at his harsh words, looking down at the table. Suddenly, you were reminded of back in your first year of high school, when Daniel’s friend group would tease anyone and everyone mercilessly. Daniel had always reassured you that they’d changed, but apparently, they hadn’t.

“Give that back,” you said weakly, not even wanting to look back up. This date was supposed to be one of the best days of your life, not totally embarrassing. “Daniel, do you want to start using them?”

Daniel looked at you slowly from across the table, a smirk creeping across his lips, “You know, Seongwoo, I think you owe me $100 (usd).” You faltered, looking up at him, totally lost. “(Y/N) and I have been dating for three months. Pay up.” You watched, stunned, as Seongwoo slapped a crisp bill into Daniel’s outstretched hand, the realization slowly sinking in.

“So this whole thing…” you trailed off, not wanting to even say it out loud.

“It was a bet, sweetie,” Seongwoo snickered at your expression, sliding the couple phone case back to you, “you really thought that the Kang Daniel would date someone like you?”

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hp ship aesthetics

ron and hermione~ silly hats. random road-trips. freedom. singing along to your favorite song when it comes on the radio. warm tea in cups clasped in mittens. scarves. sheer curtains. big, shaggy dogs. perfectly wrapped presents with bows. holiday wreaths. saving the box from fancy chocolates your s/o got you. pressed roses in shakespearean plays. pumpkins. laughing so hard your stomach hurts. fallen leaves that haven’t turned brown yet. what home feels like.

dean and seamus~ warm crackling fires. when you’re so happy you feel like you’re going to explode. fireworks. charcoal. sketchbooks with rough paper. bruises on fists from fights and necks from nights with no sleep. that moment when you finally get what you’ve waited for and wanted forever. strawberries. inside jokes. being a shoulder to cry on, and having one when you need it. cheering on your favorite team. low, intimate chuckles. anticipating something so much that you’re worried you’ll be let down, but then it’s even better than you thought it would be.

ginny and lunameadows. flowers in your hair. that bubbly feeling that fills you up when you can’t stop laughing. dancing in the rain with no shoes on. sunlight after the rain clears. skirts. orange cats playing with string. spinning in a new sun-dress. babbling brooks. patterned designs. exploring in the woods. sunlight streaming through treetops, making the ground look speckled. crying without knowing quite why. scrapbooks. the feeling right before the fall. 

ginny and hermione~ notepads. black notebooks and matching fountain pens. the smell of fresh broomstick wood. sweaters. holding hands and watching the red-orange sunset. the smell of freshly-mown grass. when a prank fails but you had fun with it anyways. movie ticket stubs. old books with yellowing paper, books that have stories of their own that have nothing to do with the words on the pages and that get thicker each time you read them. a new day after a bad week.

lavender and parvati~ secrets. giggling. knowing something no one else does. old clocks and pocketwatches. constellations that you see reflected in your best friend’s eyes as you star-gaze. chapped lips. cinnamon. honey in your tea. glitter and sparkles. hour-glasses. when you apply eyeliner just a little crookedly. diaries with locks, the keys to which have been lost. origami fortune-tellers. freshly-sharpened pencils. gems on manicured nails. those nights when you feel limitless.

harry and ginny~ going to a candy shop for the first time. ordering a scotch and downing it in one. bouncy balls. driving in a convertible with the top down and your hair flying out behind you. game nights with your friends, posting silly photos and videos of all your antics the day after and smiling to yourself. the exhilaration of a long-sought victory. sun bringing out natural highlights in your hair. ripped jeans. the rush right before a first kiss.

luna and cho~ blue flowers. blank sheet music with treble clefs. ravens. sunflowers. hairs standing up on your arms and the back of your neck. flowers kept in necklaces. soft drizzles. lying in the grass, naming shapes you see in the clouds. that feeling you get after cleaning your room. duct tape dresses. ribbons. making the heart shape with your hands. tree houses. communicating through a string with a cup at either end. collecting coins. fully-stamped passports. finding a way to be okay after everything.

neville and luna~ sun-showers. stained-glass windows with the light streaming through at just the right time of day. warm milk before bed. botanical gardens at night. the smell of pure vanilla extract. random compliments to strangers. giving your friends hand-made cards and home-made gifts that are actually good. daisies. holding hands on swings. polka-dots. the giddiness of first love.

james and lily~  whiskey that burns your throat. feathers. all-nighters, working down to the wire, with only coffee keeping you going. a windswept look. binge-watching a whole season in one night. getting sunburn at the beach. classic rock. strings of mini-lanterns. snow dulling rainbow christmas lights. leather jackets. winning a teddy bear at a theme park. dusty boxes holding mysteries. going to a midnight opening of the first film of your favorite book series.

remus and sirius~ adventures. black licorice. long, complicated words you only learned the meanings of so as to impress people at parties. firecrackers. the feeling you get when your friend tells a bad joke and you laugh at how bad it is. quills. gas-lights, new orleans style, with stands and everything. plaid. the smell of oak. oxford commas. that moment when you realize it’s all about to go to shit anyways so you stop caring and just laugh.

bill and fleur~ seashells. butterflies. windchimes. swans. a sense of belonging. cobblestones. piano. light illuminating dust dancing by the window. getting paint on your clothes. shiny golden plates. plastic forks. mugs from every place you’ve been. a lot of mugs. chestnut. laughing at yourself. love songs at three in the morning. jumping in puddles. when it’s not perfect, and it doesn’t need to be in order for it to be just what you need.

The Things You Do (TAEYONG FLUFF)

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  You were walking on the sidewalk after your morning classes were over. You stared up into the trees and witnessed how the sunlight gleamed in between every twig and leaf, creating an array of lighted dots throughout the trees shadow. Scenery near campus was so pretty, your school was a refined art school, so of course it needed to keep up appearances. All the vegetation was colorful and perfect. This imagery calmed you somehow, it was a beautiful sight, one in which made time feel slower. Like the universe was giving you opportunities to soak up some of the postivity. Because this world is an ugly, ugly place.

You took a deep breath in of the crisp air and continued down the sidewalk.

  You had nothing planned today, you were thinking of just going to your favorite restaurant and taking a dish to go. You’d go home, sit on your couch, and eat your life away while watching K-dramas. Yeah, sounded like a good plan.

  You were excited to have a day to yourself, you smiled and bounced happily with each step. Your skipping halted when you saw, dead in your tracks, a book on the ground.

  The book was clean besides the ripped pages sticking out the sides. You picked up the book to examine it’s leather backing and rough textured paper. It was a nice book, it must have just dropped not too long ago, the book wasn’t worn down and had not gathered any dirt on it yet. The pages contained lots of writing in them.
You looked around to try and figure out who could’ve dropped it, but there was no one around.

You felt bad for taking it, but if it stayed outside it could get really messed up, then you decided. This wasn’t far from your campus, so first thing tomorrow morning you would give it to your school’s lost and found.

You shoved the book in your bag and continued on your journey for food.



  You made it to the shopping center that the litte restaurant was located in. The atmosphere felt crowded and loud, a place you wanted to get out of quickly. As you walked you noticed a woman standing, selling her handmade jewelry on a tray.

The jewelry was very beautiful and unique, you could tell by the bright expression on her face that she worked hard and was proud of them.

“I might have to buy one on my way out.” You said to yourself.

Then you snapped backed into attention when you heard someone scream.

You turned around to see the woman on the ground laying on her tray, jewelry on the concrete in pieces. Her eyes widened at her work shattered before her, she turned quickly to a man walking in the opposite direction. You were almost to the restaurant doors until you went running towards the woman.

“Oh my gosh, ma'am are you alright? You’re not hurt are you?” You questioned her as you helped her to her feet.

You could see tears flowing from her cheeks and all she did was nod. You followed her gaze to her broken jewelry, then you flung yourself to the ground to try to gather all the pieces on the tray. Once it was all collected, you used your other hand to shuffle through your bag and offered her a tissue.

“Child, you’re so kind as to help me. It seems everyone else just delivers looks instead of help when a wrong has been done.” She says, sniffling.

“Excuse me, Miss? But can I ask how this happened? You asked, handing her her tray back.

“That man was getting through the crowd. He yelled at me and pushed me out the way. I landed on my things, I worked on all of this for 2 months before it was ready to sell. Now it’s worthless.”

You looked at her with a soft expression. You shuffled through your bag again to pull out your wallet.

“Ma'am? May I buy some of your jewelry?”

She looked at you puzzled.
“But it’s all shattered.”

You glanced over the rubble and picked out a pretty pink charm that could’ve came off a necklace. “How about this?”

The woman smiled.


  In all that commotion timed slipped away quickly. You were finally going to get your favorite dish. You opened the doors to find it was almost closing and noone was in the shop. You approached the counter and made your order.

 You sat at one of the booths until it was ready. You looked around and noticed you weren’t alone. There was a boy, sitting with his head down in a black hoodie. Maybe he was asleep?

   Once your order was finished, you retrieved it from the waitress as the shop was closing. All the staff looked at the sleeping boy awkwardly, like they were cautious about waking him up. You sat your things down and headed towards him. You assured the waitresses they didn’t have to worry about him, that you’d wake him up.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and gently shook him. “Hey there, it’s time to go now.”

  Ever so slowly, he lifted his head and the boy underneath the hoodie was revealing his features. He had deep brown puppy dog eyes, and messy, pastel pink hair. He was gorgeous, even after public napping in an oversized hoodie.

When he saw you his eyes widened.
“Oh, it’s you.”

You cocked your head to the side. “It’s me?”

“I hope so.”

“You know of me?” You asked.

“Yep.” He laid his head back and yawned while stretching his arms.


How could he know you?


You continued. “The shop is closing. I woke you up because it’s time to go.”

He scratched his head in confusion, then grabbed his things to get up.

You walked out the store with the boy.

“Have a nice night.” You said to him with a smile.

“That’ll be hard.” He said.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I have no clue where I am right now.”

“Huh?” You asked, eyes widened.

“Today hasn’t been the best day.” He said shyly, fixing the back of his hair. “Let’s walk.”

“But wait, I have to go home, shouldn’t you be getting home too?” You asked.

“My phone is dead, and I don’t know what part of town we’re in, so I really ..don’t know how…”

You smiled at him. He was like a lost puppy.

You looked up and felt a drop of rain. It was going to rain soon, and it was already dark out.

“How about we make it to my house, quickly. Then, we’ll figure out how to get you home in the morning.” You asked.

He smiled at you softly. “Someone has a big heart.”

You both begin to walk. and you felt your cheeks grow hot.
“Wait, what do you mean?”

“I mean that you’re a little softie.” He responded.

“How? You don’t even know me.”

“No, but I saw you help that woman earlier, and now your helping me blindly. I could be a serial killer, but you’re still letting me come to your house until morning.”

You looked down at the ground as you walked. “Are you a serial killer?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then we’re fine.”

He giggled. “Are YOU a serial killer?”

“I don’t think so.” You responded.

“Okay-” He said, grabbing the bags you were holding, so you didn’t have to lug them around. “- Then who are you?”

“Earlier you acted like you knew?” You said in a sarcastic tone.

“Not exactly, I knew a girl who stopped everything to help an old woman infront of everyone in a busy shopping center. That’s pretty memorable. The sight kinda lightened up this shitty day for me.”

You giggled. “Glad I could help I guess. My name is Y/N.”

“That’s cute.” He said

You were blushing. “W-what about you?”

“That’s a secret you can find out at home when you decide to split this dinner with me.” He smirked.

“I barely even know you.”

“Says the one inviting me into her house.”


Once inside, you did EVENTUALLY end up splitting the food with him.

You got home late enough as it is, so the night was basically over, but you were able to watch a little TV. When the show went off, you made coffee and sat at the kitchen table with the boy.

“So, can I know your name now?” You say, sliding the coffee mug over to him.

My name is Taeyong.” He said, blowing the top of his mug.

“That’s cute.” You say.

“I know.” He says back.

You roll your eyes and remember the charm you bought from the woman. You went and grabbed your bag. You then brought it back to the table.

“What do you have there?” Taeyong said.

You shuffled around the bag but couldn’t find the tiny charm, so you ended up dumping the contents of the bag onto the table.

You picked up the charm. “I bought this charm from the woman when her jewelry broke, I felt bad she worked hard and couldn’t make any profit.”

You paused. “I know if I tried selling my work, and it got all ruined…”

You drifted off when you saw his wide eyes locked onto something on the table.

“Y/N, where did you find that book?” He asked, eyes set on it.

“I found it on campus, I didn’t know who it belonged to so I was planning on dropping it by my school’s lost and found. Why?”

“That’s my song book.” He said, grabbing the book and skimming through the pages quickly.

“It is?” You said.

He held the book to his chest and looked at you. “Yes. And I was looking for it all day. I was so torn when I lost it. I gave up looking and passed out at that restaurant.”

He sat the book down and smiled.

He then got up and walked towards you.

You backed up a little. “Taeyong?”

He then wrapped his arms around you.
His tight, warm embrace was so comfortable. You could get lost in it forever. This was one of the moments where time felt slowed.

Then, he spoke in a low, but gentle whisper to himself.

“How come the first moment I laid eyes on you, all you’ve done is make me feel happy?”

You felt your cheeks turn dark red.
“U-uh I didn’t.. I wasn’t-”

“You’re like a good luck charm. You gave me hope earlier when you helped the woman, you woke me up and made sure I wasn’t left behind at the restaurant, & you let me stay at your home. You even found my book.”

He backed away and gave you the most sweet, adoring smile.
“Thank you, Y/N!”

HE IS TOO FUCKING CUTE YOU’RE GOING TO MELT OH MY GOSH.

“Y-you’re welcome, Taeyong.” You said, still shaken up that this beautiful boy was just hugging you so tightly.

“Are we ready for bed?” He said raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“You might be, but on the couch.” You said sarcastically, returning his look.

Y/N~~ That’s no fun! What if I get cold!”

“Then I’ll bring you a blanket.”

“But what if I’m lonely!”

“Owell.”

“I have a disorder where I need to cuddle in order to sleep, and without sleep you can die.”

“I’m sorry Taeyong, but you can’t come to my bed.”

“I’m going to scream”

“Do it and you’ll sleep outside.”

“Yes ma'am.”


  The next morning you wake up at 11:30 am. You slept in alot more than usual. Probably because you stayed up so long with Taeyong.
Their weren’t any classes scheduled today, which was a good thing since you have this maniac in your house.

You went in the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Then you smelled breakfast.

What the hell?

  You walked in the kitchen to find Taeyong standing in your kitchen making bacon, eggs and pancakes. He had no shirt on, and wore the gym shorts you gave him that your best friend Yuta left at your house a long time ago.

“What are you doing Taeyong?”

  He turned towards you, his pink hair was all disheveled from sleeping, and his abs were VERY noticable. You tried not to look at his stomach as you felt your face getting red.

Good morning honey.” He tried to say in the annoying dad tone, but his voice was so raspy from sleep that it gave you chills.

He put the food on the plate. “Come sit down.” He motioned you toward the table.

You sat down and he put the plate infront of you, and then went and grabbed his own. He sat across from you.

“How long have you been up?” You asked him.

“Only a little bit before you,” He took a bite of his breakfast.

“-I’m glad I got up, too. Just in time to make breakfast, aren’t you surprised?”

“That a stranger in my home is making me breakfast, yes.” You responded.

You took a bite of the food and closed your eyes to savour the taste.

“It’s that good?” He giggled.

“These are the best pancakes I ever had! Are these from scratch?” You asked fascinated.

“Y-yeah, it’s my mom’s recipe.”
He was obviously happy he impressed you, his cheeks grew red.

“I’ll have to keep you around then, if you can cook like this.” You said taking a big bite of the eggs.

“That’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.” He asked, playing with his hair nervously.

“Hmm?” You said, face stuffed.

“I want to see you again. I want to see you alot.” He said, face becoming blood red.

“You do?” You said, shocked.

“I want to see you tomorrow. Tomorrow night we can go on a proper date together. Just to say thank you for everything.” After he finished his proposal, he covered his cheeks with his hands and awaited your response.

You smiled and grabbed one of his hands from his cheek.

“I’d love too, but only if you make me some more of these pancakes first.” You said, still holding his hand.

He gave you the brightest smile

“I’ll get right on it, ma lady.”
And he bowed.

What are you gonna do?


The time had come, Taeyong had left to go home yesterday after breakfast. You let him charge his phone so you guesssed with that he found his way home.

But the same words played through your head-

“I want to see you tomorrow. Tomorrow night we can go on a proper date together. Just to say thank you for everything.”

UGGGGHHHH WHAT THE FUCK

You hadn’t been asked on a date since highschool. You didn’t know what to wear, or say, or do. Should you text him to confirm the plans?

You had exchanged numbers before he left, so maybe..

DING!

Right as you pulled up your keyboard, Taeyong texted you.

“2 Lattes, cafe close to your house, 6:30”
And another text
“Can’t wait to see you!~”

You blushed, and texted back.
“Gotcha.”


You decided to wear something flattering, but nothing too fancy. Proper coffee house attire, in early spring.

Were you really that interested in him?

He was good looking, he was funny, he was sweet & he liked to take note in things you did.
It seems so perfect, and yet so strange.

Why would someone so perfect be interested in you?

Were you over thinking it?

Maybe he wasn’t interested in you at all, this could be just a little coffee to return all the favors you did for him yesterday.

Let’s just get it over with.


You began walking to the cafe, and you saw him. He made you feel so under dressed. He was wearing a fitted black suit. Not as fancy as a tuxedo, but enough to make him look so irresistible. His pink hair styled, and his face in a smirk looking at you, up and down. When his eyes caught your own he looked away quickly.

So, Mr. Confidence is shy today?

“H-Here, I got you this.” You he said, handing you a single pink rose.
His eyes followed the flower instead of looking at your expression.

You touched his hand as he handed you the rose, you looked up to him.
“Thank you, it’s so pretty!”

You brought it up to your nose and smelled it.
“Ahh, I love the smell of roses!” You said, giving him a bright smile.

He looked at you, blushing, then looked to the door quickly.
“Let’s get inside.”


 He held the doors open for you as you stepped inside.
The lady at the counter was very familiar.

Then you knew.

“Hello Miss!” You said excitedly. “Do you remember me?”

She looked up from her work and her eyes widened.

“My, well hello there honey!”

The lady from yesterday, the one with the jewelery.

“I didn’t know you worked here! It’s so nice to see you again!” You smiled.

“Yes, your kindness yesterday was really astonishing, I never even caught your name?”

“I’m Y/N.”

“That’s a very cute name.”

Taeyong butted in. “That’s what I said too!”

Her gaze went from you and up to Taeyong.

“Oh, you’re with someone. Who is this?”

You opened your mouth to respond until Taeyong beat you to it.

“-I’m her boyfriend.”

You hit his chest. “No, this is Taeyong. My friend.”

She chuckled. “Oh right.”

“What’s your name, Miss?” You asked.

She pointed to the name tag on her shirt with a smile. “I’m Miss Park, but  anyway let’s take your orders.”

Taeyong asked what you’d like and made the order and paid.

After she finished ranking him up, & began  talking to a new customer, her eyes went to your neck.

You followed her gaze and looked down at the charm laying on your chest. You had attached the charm you bought from her to one of your old necklace chains and wore it.

She gave you the softest smile and mouthed a thank you. You shot back a thumbs up as you walked away to go sit with your latte and your date.

Taeyong was watching the whole thing and smiled, putting a hand on your head to ruffling your hair.

You felt your chest warm up.

“So, Y/N.”

“So, Taeyong.”

“What is your school’s name again?”

“____”

“I attend there too.” he said sipping his beverage.

“Really? How come I have never seen you?” You asked.

“Are you a music major?”

“No.”

“That’s why.”

You giggled.

 How could have he been so close to you and you never were able to see him?

“-I’m glad we passed paths though.” He continued.

“Why, because you like annoying me?”

“Yes, but also because I love watching you.”

“That sounds weird.” You giggled.

“Hush!” He said, putting his hand up to his cheeks. He went from confident sarcastic brat to shy child in 2.5 seconds flat.

“What I mean is you’re full of surprises, and being around you is it own adventure.” He smiled at you.
“And I want to go on so many adventures with you.”

You were nervous and started straightening things around you to try to not look him in the eyes.

Oh really?” You asked in response.

“Yes, you’re a sight to be discovered. And I want to know everything about you.”

This was a moment you could live in forever. Time was on your side now.

“You think you can stick around that long?” You smirked.

“I think so, if you let me.”


“Happy Birthday Y/N!”

Taeyong said, standing at your door step with bags in hand.

You put your hand on your face and motioned him to come inside.

You had been close to Taeyong for almost 7 months now. You saw eachother everyday.

  Your friendship had grown, to where you told each other everything and were always there for one another. Besides the fact you flirted constantly.

  Taeyong was your other half. He could make time change. When you went to the park, & played around, or when he picked you up and threw you in the pond, and you pulled him in with you. Those times were so fun that they flew by and you wish you could relive the short laughs and smiles over and over. And other times when he held your hands, gave you long hugs, or fell asleep on you during movies at your house. Time was slowed down. You wanted to live in those moments with Taeyong forever.

He laid the things on your kitchen table as you made coffee for the two of you.

Today was your birthday, and Taeyong was determined to make it your best.

He pulled out a takeout box, a flower, his songbook and a tiny box.

You brought your cups to the table looked at the things sprawled on the table.

“I gathered some things for you, a little bit of nostalgia for your birthday. These are things that mean alot to me, and I hope they mean alot to you to.”

He opened the takeout container, by the smell you knew.
It was your favorite dish from the restaurant you met Taeyong in. The first meal you shared together at midnight in your living room.

You put you hands up to your heart. “Awe Taeyong-”

“Not yet.” He said

He picked up the flower and smelled it.

“A flower for the girl who taught me the smell of the flower is far more important than the looks of it.”

You giggled and you could feel tears at the corners of your eyes. “You’re so lame.”

He flicked your forehead. “Let me finish.”

He picked up the little box.

“I asked for Miss Park’s help on this one.”

  He opened the box to reveal a bracelet with a pastel pink charm dangling off. Along with a book, a rose and a pancake charm. You out your hand over your mouth as you held up the crazy charm bracelet.

It was so gorgeous, and you could tell by the beautiful craftsmanship that Miss Park made it. You felt tears stream down your face and your giggles were muffled by your hand over your mouth.

“Taeyong I-”

He grabbed your hands.

“Y/N, I have observed you for so long now. And I’m so glad to have met you. I want to spend a long time with you. I still want to spend every adventure with you.”

He picked up the charm bracelet and put it around your wrist.

“I have fallen in love with every little thing you do. All the cute, embarrassing and kind things you do. I have noticed everytime and I have fallen hopelessly in love with them. You can make me the happiest, most nervous, most comfortable, and luckiest person in the world all at the same time. You give me reason. And I am here to say that I am in love with you.”

Your tears flowed heavily as you looked up at him, trying to understand his words.

He is in love with you? He’s in love with you.

We’re you in love with him?

You smiled at him, he let go of your hands to cup your face. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs.

Then he gently pushed your hair back and brought your face to his, giving you a deep, gentle kiss.

The kiss was passionate, like a fire an ice. A burst of life and light that could turn every corner of this ugly ugly world beautiful. Taeyong made every inch of your world beautiful.

And you knew that. And you knew now.

You pulled away from his lips and put your forehead to his own.

“I am in love with you too, Lee Taeyong.”

He pulled away and looked into your eyes with a sweet smile on his face.

“Really?”

“Yes, stupid.”

He grabbed your hand to pull you up for your seat and spun you around his arms.

When he put you back down, he caged you in his embrace and kissed your forehead.

“Happy birthday Y/N.”

You looked up and kissed his chin, then looked over to your table.

“Taeyong, why did you bring out your song book?”

“Oh, I almost forgot.”

He opened the book and showed you a messaged written across two pages in bold black letters

“I LOVE YOU, MY GOOD LUCK CHARM


THAT WAS SO AWFUL BUT OH WELL HERE IS TRASH and I know I’ve been gone for minute lol, but I’m back and switching it up a little bit. I hope this awful fluff can make up for it 💗💗

The Healing Corner

Anon: Could I request some Keith where he’s stuffy and miserable Hunk and Lance (team mom’s) are just bombarding him with home remedies, and he’s just like guy’s it just a cold chill. (bonus if he’s secretly enjoying being fussed over.)

A/N: I strayed a bit from the home remedies, but I think you’ll like the alternative. There’s some Klance if you squint. Also, I’d like to cash in that bonus, please. Can I cash it in for more annoyed Keith getting a piggy-back ride? The world needs more of those.


“I’m not sick.”

“I call bullshit.”

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WIP #02 : Rough animation on paper

Sometimes, I like to animate a rough version on paper ; it’s very pleasant, and I feel it’s a great way to put energy onscreen. (of course it can be done also on tvpaint) To do it on paper, I didn’t had my Pegbar with me, or any animation paper ; so I used paper clip, as you can see bellow :

It works really well for a simple rough animation, you can flip easily and begin to see kind a movement really fast. Then I scanned the drawings, to continue the process on TVpaint (it’s a work flow I personally enjoy, but each people has it’s own way of working)

Sibylline Song

(Alright, here it is. The unedited, unfinished mer!Stiles fic. Warnings include: assholes, angst, violence, people being specist, and references to canon deaths.)

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Their journey begins with the usual amount of pomp and ceremony expected for a trade ship.

It’s the Triskelion’s forty second voyage from the colder, northern channels of Bæyan to the warm waters of Coca-Machu, and the crew means to make it a good one. Nothing too dangerous—they’re going to actually try trading this time—and everything will go smoothly. Even the weather has been fair to them since they left Port Duke with the morning tide. Many of the crew had waved goodbye to the few friends they’d made over the years, and perhaps a few enemies too. Others were more than glad to leave the port as quickly as they did.


“Are you still moping?”

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