They’re really not that crazy I don’t think but fine- but as I had detention at least once a week for 3 years you’re only getting the highlights here:
So again, I only ever got detentions because I was late to school basically every day. Every single day, the office wrote me a late slip with my name spelled horrendously wrong. Different spelling every day. The most famous butchering was writing my name as “Millie Hoagie”. On my very last day of high school, I was predictably late, and they spelled my name perfectly correctly.
So listen my ‘reputation’ in school was basically “quiet good girl who’s never done anything wrong, ever, in her life” and “teacher’s pet” and the like. And despite the fact I was there every time all the ‘Bad Kids™’ who were also always in detention were always incredibly surprised to see me??? Like they never got over it. Every time I walked into the damn room at least half the class would be like “MOLLY YOU DON’T BELONG HERE YOU’RE INNOCENT!!” 😂
Also despite the fact I was basically invisible in the school as a whole all the trouble makers knew me by name because, and I quote a kid from my 10th grade Spanish class who was trying to hook up with me at the time here, “Guys like me are afraid of you, Girl, we’re just plain out scared that we gonna corrupt you!” and I still don’t know what he actually meant by that???
Bu anyway, this apparent rep usually gave me an upper hand with the teachers monitoring the detentions. Because, you know, some were fine, some were bitchy, some were insane. But all of them were pissed about the fact they had to be there instead of heading home.
The rules of detention were literally just ‘stare at the wall and don’t talk’, depending on which teacher they might let the students do homework. But since I was apparently a great person and always had the class’ incredulous response to me being in the room, they usually let me get away with sleeping or reading a book lol.
Of course…no one said any of the other kids were inclined to following the rules lmao. These were like, all the class clowns™ shoved into one room. Things always got real funny real fast.
It would always start off with the coughing game. If you’ve ever stepped into a school you should know what that is.
It would then escalate to everyone in the room playing catch whenever the teacher looked away for a brief moment
Detention was always in the health classroom so someone always tried to steal a limb off the skeleton without being to obvious
Some teachers would let people talk ‘quietly’ so jokes were fucking abound
One time I was minding my own damn business and a kid slides me a note saying ‘in like five minutes ask to go to the bathroom but head downstairs to the English wing’ before he snuck out without the teacher noticing. I get down there and he’s at one end of the hallway and another boy is at the other end. Upon seeing me, these boys run full speed down the hall at each other, leap up in the air when they get to the direct center, high five with full force, both scream in pain, and then hit the floor, clutching their hands. I was cracking the fuck up and trying to convince them to go to the nurse but they wouldn’t listen. I asked the guy why the hell they did that. He told me ‘because we wanted a witness and no one will ever believe you’ 😂😂
One time my sorta-neighbor Mike comes in and the teacher asked why he had detention and apparently, the principal had asked him where to find his friend Jose, and Mike responded “he’s out picking cotton” and the principal flipped out at what he perceived to be a racist joke and gave him a month detention. But the thing was, Jose was in an agriculture class and he was literally outside picking cotton that they had planted there earlier. Jose found it fucking hilarious and refused to tell the principal to get his friend out of trouble.
As I haven’t been inside a school building for quite some time now I don’t know if turtling is still a thing but it was…quite an epidemic for my senior class.
It’s when you turn someone’s backpack inside out right? But it was a full blown war with these kids. Trust no one. Never leave the room. Never look away. Holy shit. One of the best moments of this occurred in detention, when a boy reached to get a book out of his backpack to find it was gone. After 15 minutes of searching the room, he found it, turtled, hidden in a filing cabinet in the front of the room. Everyone, including the teacher, was loosing their shit, because how did someone pull that off so quietly and invisibly without someone noticing??? No one fessed up. The class was in fear of the turtle ninja for the rest of the month, but they never struck again. No one ever discovered who it was.
Guys: It was me.
One time it was raining and the teacher was in a bad mood so he insisted all the windows stay open. He left for a bathroom break or something and this one poor kid, who was now completely soaked as he was stuck with a window seat, just said “fucking bye” and just…climbed out the damn window. Left his backpack and everything. Didn’t see him again for at least a month.
There was one guy who always sold ice cream out of his bag when the teachers weren’t looking. Where he was getting it from and how it stayed frozen is beyond me.
Oh my God sometimes all the indie singer kids would just come and sit on the floor outside the classroom and talk loudly to annoy us??? The hell were they trying to accomplish??? Your singing ain’t special and you won’t be famous, please let us die in peace.
One kid had detention because when we were running laps in gym class he jumped up to hit the arch of the ceiling and accidentally set off the fire alarm. The teacher that day insisted on continuously referring to him as ‘the delinquent’, as if no one else in the room had broken the rules or something
One time one of the gym teachers was in charge of it and long story short he started doing the jersey turnpike. True horror.
One time the teacher got a call and she had to go down to the office and the second she was gone this one kid’s friend runs in with a huge tray going “Y’ALL I STOLE THE LASAGNE CUPCAKES FROM THE FOOD AND NUTRITION CLASSROOM” and we dined like kings.
Everyone would sometimes just break out in song for no God damn reason
One time one of the guys in charge of the detention was A) Not someone anyone recognized as a teacher and B) Potentially Stanley Tucci. Like…I was about 80% certain that this guy was Stanley Tucci.
He refused to confirm or deny or even give a name
One time I was really absorbed in my book when all the sudden a letter flew onto my desk, an anonymous sender that just said “You have a soft, sexy voice.” Neither of which is true, I’m pretty sure, and I could not for the life of me figure out who sent it omfg
One time a teacher was freaking out because he went to a psychic over the weekend and was told there was a lot of activity around him so I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’m a medium and I can see that the devil had marked his soul and he threw me out of the room and refused to take that class for detention ever again😂
It was a hot summers day. The ceiling fans were on their highest setting. A boy nudges me, with a small carton of ice cream in his hands under his desk. “What do you think would happen if I scooped out a huge chunk of this and threw it at the fan?” he whispered. “Jamil, no.” I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Soon, the room was filled with confused screams.
Apparently all the other regulars™ had bought me candy grams around Christmas time so they were confused when I showed up to detention with no candy and apparently the student council member sent them all to the other Molly in the grade because she was the popular one and this lead to about 12 boys grumbling for two and a half hours like “The one damn time I attempt to be a gentleman” and “I know where she lives” and “Gonna gingerbread her fucking locker” I could not stop laughing
Oh God okay one time the teacher we had was literally. Off the charts.
Like there’s the chill teachers, and then the bitchy teachers. And then this lady. She literally reminded me of Stubel
So I didn’t even know who she was but I walk in and do my shy smile/quiet ‘hello’ thing and take out my book so she immediately zeros in on me as ‘the good kid’ as usual
But she literally seemed to think every other person in this class was a hardened criminal holy shit. She was all over the place barking orders and yelling. And of course, you’ve got a room full of class clowns, like they feed off teachers like this. So the madder she got the more ridiculous they got. I was literally almost in tears trying to force myself not to laugh because I didn’t want to risk her turning on me omfg
So she yelled and flailed about the room and they kept going with jokes and paper wasps and lying about their names and just doing literally every thing they could possibly do so this woman wouldn’t have the chance to rest
This escalated with every minute and came to a resounding end when the teacher decided the Australian Kid™ was chewing gum and picked up the trashcan and shoved his face in it, screaming at him to spit it out as he yelled back “YOU’RE ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE IM AN IMMIGRANT”
he was in charge of all the bullshit that day and it was hysterical but he wasn’t the one chewing gum loudly that was me
The vp came in to see what all the yelling was about to find a teacher shoving a boy’s head in the trash, one boy shirtless as another drew tattoos on him, the phone off the line with it’s cord wrapped around a kid’s neck, two boys dueling with skeleton arms, one kid with her leg out the window, a kid tying a skeleton foot to the ceiling fan, rubber bands and paper wasps flying from every angle, three people turtling backpacks, someone brandishing an epi-pen, sexual hangman being played on the chalkboard, someone eating ice cream and fanning himself with money, and me, crying into my book with my hand literally bleeding from all my efforts to not laugh at what I was witnessing
We never saw her in detention again😂
My one younger friend got a detention for being late and was really shaken up about it and I tried to tell her she’d be fine but then she got caught sliding me chocolate animal crackers during it, and subsequently got another detention because of this; somehow I was not viewed as an equally guilty party and didn’t get in trouble
This one guy came in complaining “You guys all told me to get a twitter and I get thrown in twitter jail my first day!” “That’s like a thousand tweets in one day, how the fuck did you mange that?” “Bitch I had a lot to say about McDonalds!”
One teacher came in and was like “I don’t feel like helping with homework but does anyone wanna learn how to hack a computer?”
Someone got caught pouring water out the window but when the teacher looked to see why she saw the youngest of the goats™ standing under the window with it’s mouth open waiting for more
One time the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom and after I asked for like the 5th time he said “It can’t be that important!” so I just pulled a pad out of my backpack and silently sat it on my desk while glaring at him and this 40 year old man looked like he was about to pass out and he finally let me go
I remember our final detention of senior year we were told that if we skip it we can’t graduate so everyone went into that room with a ridiculously nostalgic attitude and one guy finally stole the skull off the skeleton and we fucking tossed it around the entire time while singing and blatantly ignoring the teacher’s complaining lmao
I know there’s more but it’s 7am and this is long so all in all like…I do not miss high school but some memories are bearable lmao
Ok maybe I'm just Stupid™ and this is just a Stupid Question™ but in your rhino painting you put down some blue lines for outlining the rhino and for the background, but then they were white! Um, how??? Can you please explain this wizardry to my poor peasant brain?
YES that’s masking fluid!
Masking fluid is, essentially, liquid rubber. It adheres to the paper and protects an area from watercolour. When the paint dries, you simply remove it. There are different types of masking fluid, like the ones you apply with a brush. But if you’re like me and want to cut the crap with RUINING BRUSHES: look no further. I exclusively use Molotow masking liquid pens now.
You don’t need sacrificial brushes. It’s tinted blue so you can see where the hell it is. The future is here.
Rolls on like a kickass pen
Let it dry, slap on your watercolour
Coax it off with an eraser
Bam look at that. Perfect for those details you want to stay white. Not recommended for application over large areas. Available on Amazon.
So I made this cause I think a lot of people have trouble finding a groove when cleaning their apartment or dorm room. It’s super important to do cause dirty dorm rooms are why everyone has to get their meningitis shot before school. Here is what I recommend doing. At most it takes 45 minutes but usually it will take me around 25 minutes to do all of this in a standard sized double, so there’s really no reason not to.
You are doing both yourself and your roommate a disservice when you don’t clean your room. Also! No one wants to be the homie with the stinky room, so below I’ve added a list of cleaning supplies and a step by step guide on how you can keep your room inhabitable and reduce your risk of getting sick during the year.
-Lysol All-Purpose Disinfecting Wipes
-Clorox Bleach in a Spray Bottle*
-Dust Pan & Broom
-Toilet Scrubber (You can find a cheap one at a dollar store)*
-Swiffer Wet Jet/Dirt Devil Wet Spray Mop
-Fabuloso if you get the Dirt Devil (Green Apple scent is my personal favorite)
-MicroFiber cloth or a Swiffer Duster
-Febreeze Fabric Freshener
-Rubber Gloves (Optional)
-Clorox Toilet Bowl Cleaner in a bottle (Optional)*
*if you have a bathroom
So heres the dealio kiddos!
Step 1: Make your bed! Shake out any blankets or throws and let any debris on them fall to the ground. Put any dirty plates or cutlery to the side and out of the way, or stick them in your sink if you have one.
Step 2: Start with your microfiber cloth/duster or wipes and start wiping down every surface. If you have crumbs on a desk or chair feel free to wipe them onto the ground we will get them next.
Step 3: Grab your Vacuum and/or Broom and dustpan and start getting all of that debris off your floor. You will be surprised how much dust, crumbs and miscellaneous items there are. Sometimes I vacuum and then sweep just to make sure I get any grains of sand or dirt stuck in corners out, cause I don’t like the feeling of it sticking to my feet, or getting in my bed, cause then it’s gritty.
Step 4: Grab your mop and start wet mopping all over the place. This will make the place smell so nice and get any sort of thing stuck to the ground that you missed. The nice thing about the Dirt Devil spray mop is you can add any cleaner you want and just stick the pad in the washing machine when you need to clean it as opposed to the wet jet, where you need to buy pads and cleaner cartridges.
Step 5: Febreeze over your bed, febreeze over your roommates bed (make sure they aren’t allergic to febreeze), febreeze your chair if it has fabric. Basically Febreeze any fabric in the room.
Now! You’re basically done. If you have a bathroom, repeat the steps above and additionally:
Cleaning your Shower: Remove any items from your shower. Get gloves, paper towels, and clorox bleach spray. Spray the Clorox Bleach on the plastic part of your shower curtain and then wipe down with paper towels. Spray all over the inside of the shower and wait 2 minutes. Turn the shower on and let it rinse off anything it can reach. Turn off the shower and wipe down anything it didn’t reach.
Cleaning your Toilet: Lift the seats of the toilet. Get the toilet bowl cleaner or spray bleach, toilet scrubber, rubber gloves, and paper towels/disinfectant wipes. Use the toilet bowl cleaner, or the spray bleach to coat the inside of the toilet with cleaner. Grab your scrubber and give it a good scrub. Flush! Now you can use the disinfectant wipes or the spray bleach and paper towels to wipe down the seats, back and handle of the toilet.
Cleaning your dishes: Get your sponge, rubber gloves, and dish soap. Let your plates and cutlery soak in hot water for 2 minutes, if you don’t have a stopper you can let the hot water run over them. Put dish soap on your sponge and start scrubbing those dishes under warm water. When you’re done with cleaning an item, wipe them dry with a paper towel or regular towel and put them to the side. You can also set up some paper towels on a surface and lay them on there to dry while you continue washing. When you’re done washing the dishes, lift every item off the sink and use the same sponge to wash down the sink and rinse it with water. Now you’ve also cleaned your sink!
Things people forget to clean: microwave, mini fridge, desk surface, door handles, windows.
Other helpful tips:
Once you’ve cleaned it fully(I do this every week or every other week) you can mop your floor quickly every day or every other day to keep it grit free. If you see dirt or feel it, just sweep or mop it up; it’ll make the next big clean easier.
Change/Wash your sheets every 1-2 weeks, especially if you have sensitive skin! Dirty shams can give you acne.
When using bleach be careful! A) it can ruin your clothes and B) it is an irritant so avoid getting it on your skin. If you do, wash it off as soon as possible.
From my understanding, an anti-hero is a protagonist with poor morals e.g. writing from a villain’s POV, and an anti-villain is a law-abiding citizen with decent morals that is opposing the protagonist. I’ve scattered examples of both through these (I hope) but feel free to correct me if I’m wrong!
- ‘Some might think of me as an antihero, a true protector of the masses. A silent but deadly watchman’ AU - ‘And the rest of us know exactly what you are: a total dick’ AU
- ‘Wait, are you telling me that the League are paying you to save lives?’ AU - ‘Yeah, pretty much. I also accept tips, and since I just saved your life…I take wire transfers’ AU
- 'The media may frame me as a villain, but I’m the only hero my people have’ AU - 'Okay, I get that you’re protecting the people you love, and I get that a lot of people want to hurt them, but could you please stop blowing up public monuments because it’s really not helping your case’ AU
- 'If I don’t steal this virus, a lot of people are going to die so could you stop trying to arrest me long enough for me to get it out of here I’d be really bloody grateful’ AU - 'The law is there for a reason, and due process is what saves people’s lives, so no, I will not let you steal this’ AU
- 'I’m going to take down the corrupt, dangerous league of heroes with six rubber bands and a paper clip if it kills me’ AU - 'I just got inducted into the hero’s league and assigned to take you out, but despite thwarting you at every turn I’m starting to think you’re right about the heroes’ AU
- ‘I steal valuable items and sell them on the black market, then donate the proceeds to children’s hospitals in memory of my childhood best friend. You’re a cop and I think you’ve figured out my secret…well there goes all my street cred’ AU - ‘Aw man, now I don’t want to arrest you’ AU
- ‘If you kill a killer, there’s still the same amount of killers in the world’ AU - ‘Not if I kill a couple dozen killers, there won’t be’ AU
- ‘I’m a hero I swear, but by god I have a lot of trespassing and property damage charges against me, and now this DI won’t stop trying to arrest me’ - ‘I don’t care if the rest of the force thinks your illegal behaviour is somehow justified, I will uphold the law and I will get you to a courtroom if it’s the last thing I do’ AU
- ‘…you’re helping to save the world? You? The ultimate supervillain?’ AU - ‘Look. I don’t want to be here. I especially don’t want to be helping the heroes. But goddammit, this is my planet too, and if I have to save everyone else’s ass to save my own, then so be it’ AU
- ‘I used to be a hero. Then you killed my team’ AU - ‘Oh shit’ AU
She didn’t know where they were going, his fingers curled around her upper arm, guiding her while keeping her close. The girl could barely even see anything to begin with, not being used to such darkness. Her eyes were glued to her stumbling feet, which were adorned in silky white sandals. They noticabley contrasted with the black marble she walked on.
“Persephone.” His voice was scruffy, the syllables stuck together as if he had just drank a pint of ambrosia.
She pulled her arm back in disgust, not appreciating what he called her. “You are not permitted to call me by my godly name.”
Hades took in a deep breath, irritated at her reluctant behavior. “Very well Kore, then you may call me Harry.”
Kore rolled her eyes, crossing her once shaking arms over her chest. “I want to go home.”
She had already begged countless times while she was in tears. Now she was angry, more so before, which was indicated by how the flowers on her crown bloomed toomuch, causing the petals to burst in the air and wither when they hit the darkened floor.
“You will stay here now.”
The girl’s anger began to bubble over again from that one simple statement. She didn’t want to stay here in this hell — literally. And most certainly not with him.
“No! I want to leave.” She repeated, this time deciding to stop their walk, causing Harry to also come to a halt.
The god gritted his teeth, not comprehending why she wouldn’t understand she couldn’t go back to the ground above.
Ignoring her demand, he reached out to hold her arm again. The constant deserving punishments he gave to those in Tartarus made his hands calloused and torn. His skin gave off a warmth that came with his powers. It felt rough on Kore’s arm and she hissed, struggling against him.
“No! They will find me and I will leave!” Her voice began to crack under the unexpected heat of his palm.
Her irises watered as she kept squirming about. Harry clenched his tight jaw, pulling the girl forward, not caring how she was tripping over her thin gown.
Kore’s tears pushed past her eyes when she began to pull back again, failing due to the man’s strong hold.
Harry walked faster, ready to lock her in their room so he didn’t have to hear that word come from her big mouth again.
She repeated it once more, pushing her shoulder back in hopes of escaping his increasingly heated skin.
“Stop it hurts! Please.” She began to tremble and shriek in pain. Her alarming voice causing Harry to now pay attention to her. However he still didn’t let go.
To Kore’s relief, he decreased his hand’s sear, allowing the girl to piece herself back together. Tears continued to leak from her eyelashes down to the curve of her shaky chin. She hiccuped over and over, the noise making Harry go mad.
The god didn’t understand her fluctuating emotions. At first she was in hysterics, then she became a brat and threw a hissy fit, and now she’s crying in pain. He looked around the vast hall to see if anyone was paying attention to them, then rubbed his teeth together in irritation, second guessing his decision on bringing her to the Underworld against her will. It seemed that it would take up his whole day just to satisfy her needs, and he surely didn’t have time for that.
However when he looked back at the girl properly this time, he realized once again why he needed her.
She was currently using her dainty hand to wipe the bottom of her eyelids, which were now swollen and irritated. Her beautiful eyes were set on the floor, reddened like her puffy cheeks. Her thick, flowing hair was a tangled mess from awhile ago and it covered her glowing facial features. The locks reached down to her waist in waves, which was synced together with a vine and yellow rose belt. It held together the fabric of her white dress that flowed down to the floor. It was made of cotton, perfect for the warm weather she stayed in, and it started at the top of her breasts and wrapped around her shoulders, having no sleeves. To Harry’s dismay, her chest peaked out only a tad from the thin material and as a result, teased him to no end.
Everything about her was angelic, from the color of her dress to the little flowers on the bejeweled crown atop her head. All these little things he paid attention to as she had her breakdown. Yet Kore never took the chance to examine him. She didn’t want to look at such a monster.
The girl finally calmed down and wiped the last tear that dribbled down her cheek. Harry sighed out in relief, disliking how he couldn’t control her without making her cry out.
“Are you done?” He was clearly tired of her outbursts.
Kore didn’t respond and continued on hanging her head down. Harry didn’t want to get a rise out of her again so he didn’t force her to speak.
“Well come on then. Just a few more turns.”
Instead of grabbing onto her arm this time, he gently held onto her soft hand. Though she didn’t grasp back at all.
They continued forward, ignoring the bodies and visitors that stared at Kore in awe. They hadn’t seen someone so beautiful in so long. Well, someone besides their King.
Kore continued to pay attention to her feet, uncomfortable with the amount of eyes on her. She was surprised to say the least. The girl didn’t expect the people in the temple to be so… well, humanlike. She expected pasty skin that was rotting away to the bone. She anticipated a foul stench that would singe her nostrils. She predicted deformed bodies to be approaching her.
However besides the occasional beast walking past them, everyone here was normal. Then again, Harry hadn’t taken her outside of the temple yet. And that was for a very good reason.
She was already screeching like a siren when she got to hell, thrashing in Harry’s iron tight hold. The god decided his new love didn’t need to see heads sticking out of dirt fields as a “welcome to your new home” surprise; so he took her straight inside.
“This will be where you stay.” Harry approached a room, took ahold of the large doors with golden accents, and swung them open to reveal the pair’s chambers.
Kore looked up in discontent, absolutely hating her room. Everything was black. Black floors, black bed, black chests, black curtains, and black doors.
Her chin wobbled with sorrow and she couldn’t help herself. The goddess burst into tears again, ripping her hand away from Harry’s to use both to clean her face.
Harry wearily watched, not wanting to hear her cry again. He quickly thought of an idea and grabbed ahold of her hand again so he could guide her to his “surprise.”
“Don’t worry, there is a view.”
She followed along as there was nothing else she could do. Harry walked her across the room next to the bed, which was covered in heavenly silk sheets. After pulling apart the curtains, he uncovered a set of glass doors which he pushed open.
Kore walked onto the sizable balcony with Harry and covered her eyes with her hands, shocked by the abrupt light.
When she regained her proper sight and looked outside, her eyes widened in horror.
Their view was the River Styx. And it was absolutely filthy. The streaming water was littered with inked papers, rubber toys, shredded clothing, and countless other items. It was home to broken and lost dreams.
However that wasn’t the part that terrified Kore. In the river were a few wooden boats, habited by skeletons. They were indistinguishable from one another, all looking the exact same. The bodies were somewhat illuminated by the glow of the river. And not only that, but Kore could see more skeletons behind the stream of water. There were walking corpses that went all the way back until her eyesight couldn’t take her vision any further.
Harry was oblivious to her sniffles until he looked to see her reaction. To his horror she was crying again.
“Oh no no.” He shielded the view from her, reaching down to cup her bloated cheeks.
His thumbs attempted to wipe down the wetness on her face. However Kore didn’t want him to touch her and she grabbed his wrists, tearing them away from her face.
“This is death!” She yelled at him, feeling hopeless. “Is there any kind of life?”
Harry stared at her, knowing she was the only piece of life that resided here. His brothers forced him down in the Underworld and left him there with nothing but corpses. And when Zeus said he could take her, he didn’t wait longer than he had to. Everything in here was dead, and he was hoping Kore could change that. To him, she was the epitome of life.
Kore ignored his response, finding it pathetic.
“I don’t like this. I want to go home.” She complained, shaking her head.
Her hands reached up to rub her irritated eyes. From her actions, Harry thought she was about to bawl again and he gently push her back into the room. Kore was guided to the bed where she finally got to sit down. He sat next to her, desperate to get her somewhat happier.
“How about we change your room, huh? We can have it designed the way you want. And I’ll give you the biggest wardrobe selection.” He offered, already knowing he would regret it.
The girl perked up a bit, the idea of having countless dresses appealing. Just to get exactly what she wanted, Kore gathered up the courage to gently grab his hands.
Harry was taken aback, not expecting her to touch him. Her touch was as light as a dove’s feather, he almost didn’t even feel it.
“That sounds good right? What color do you want the room?” He beckoned for her to talk to him.
Kore gave a tiny smile and mumbled her favorite color. “Pink.”
Harry’s smile did the opposite of hers and dropped. That was one of the few color options he would not go with. His knees wobbled from her hopeful expression and he almost gave in. However he knew everyone in the temple would make a fool out of him and he wouldn’t stand for that.
“How about a different color Petal?”
The goddess pouted, her dreams of having her own large pink haven crushed.
“Do you like purple?” Harry asked, hoping to lift her lips up again.
Kore nodded, she did truly like purple. It came after yellow which was second on her list.
“Then how about we have a purple theme, huh?”
She whispered an “okay,” imagining a pretty lilac color staining the walls. Harry on the other hand was thinking of a more deep plum color, but he didn’t say anything about the shade.
“And I want a nice view.” Kore told the man, loathing the scenery in the room she sat in.
Harry nodded even though he had no idea what other view he could show her. Everything here was made up of darkness, something he came to understand she abhorred. And why wouldn’t she, she was the goddess of flowers after all.
“I want to show you your wardrobe. We can create more dresses for you.”
Kore stayed seated on the bed while Harry got up and walked towards the one of the large chests in the room. It was made of, you guessed it, black cherry wood. He opened both doors at the same time, causing his arms to expand. His back muscles protruded, making the goddess unwillingly blush profusely. She never really came across men often above ground. Kore was too busy blossoming flora with the nymphs and her mother Demeter, who was worried sick at the moment.
Harry moved out of the way to portray the newly woven clothing tailored just for her. There was an array of dresses and togas, ranging from satin to velvet to silk, which was Harry’s personal favorite. To Kore’s dismay, the dye of her wardrobe was all dark: blacks, reds, greens, and purples. No lavender or pretty mint, just wine and camouflage.
She was somewhat excited to see the wardrobe she’d be wearing until someone rescued her. However it didn’t live up to her expectations at all.
“I only wear pastels and whites.” Kore looked up at Harry with unintentional wide eyes, the innocent look refraining him from lashing out due to his impatience.
The god gritted his teeth and bit his tongue to hold back from a rude comment that would surely make her cry. He had spent two weeks reminding maidens to weave together her dresses and togas quicker. The best material and high quality dye was chosen just for her, and here she was saying she only wore the colors he hated.
“Very well then. We shall have that changed too.” He gave her a tight lipped smile, hoping to mask his annoyance and appear friendly. “Anything else?”
Kore nearly shook her head “no” but took her chances and requested the thing she wanted most.
“And I would like to plant a garden.”
She wanted nothing more than to see the colors of the rainbow again. Hues of oranges and pinks blossoming from the soft soil, creating stunning arrays of petals. Perhaps classic red roses and purple bellflowers could be arranged. And Kore definetly longed for yellow carnations and blue irises, accompanied with their long green stems and leaves.
As she daydreamed, Harry’s nails dug into his palms so deep that drops of blood seeped out of his skin.
The goddess backed away when she caught sight of the crimson puddling onto the marble floors, eyes widening in horror.
“S-sorry, maybe—” She was cut short by the deeper voice in front of her.
“You can have your garden. But only you will be able to plant it here.”
He got his words out before she could take back her request. The god tried hard not to grab and shake some sense in her, wanting her to realize this was the Underworld and not some place to prance around in a meadow full of lilies.
This time he didn’t ask if she wanted to change anything else about her new home, which she thought was only temporary. He feared the girl would ask for him to bring the Sun down to hell.
“Get some rest in here for now. Our new chambers will be started on immediately.” He ordered, while wiping down the blood with his midnight toga.
Kore was still huddled together on the bed when he began to head for the door. She didn’t dare say anything as he left, fearing that then the blood would come out of her.
That was when she processed what he said again. Harry had said “our new chambers” instead of “your new chambers.”
Her heart sped up at the thought of sleeping with him and she was confused at the idea, not understanding why that would happen.
“Wait!” She shouted. However Harry had already slammed the doors shut, not wanting to deal with his new wife anymore, something she was still unaware of.
Kore believed he forcefully took her as some sort of revenge. She thought perhaps her mother, Demeter or some of the nymphs had angered Harry, and as a result he took it out on her. Kore believed that she would get rescued by Zeus or Poseidon very soon once her mother showed them her panic.
These assumptions floated around in her head.
All this but the girl was clueless of her new title, which everyone else was aware of by now. Not only was she Earth’s flower goddess, but she was also the Queen of the Underworld.
Kore laid down under the comfortable silk blanket and dreamt of rescue and rays of light. Harry carried on with his day and gave out damnations and an aura of misery.
However today, everyone in the temple noticed that his usual strong stench of hate was lessened by just a tad.
And they knew well it was because of the flower girl that was dozing off in his bed.
i saw this concept and really liked it a lot ♡♡ so i decided to make this
Anonymous: Genji’s s/o cant use chopsticks to save her life (hcs)
No forks. Genji wants you to learn chopsticks, even though you use them like miniature spears.
You know those kiddie chopsticks that have a little rolled up piece of paper wedged and rubber banded between the end of the sticks? Yeah, you’ll use those any chance you have. But if you get out of your chair for any reason, such as taking a bathroom break, he’ll take apart your chopstick tweezers and stash the rubber band + paper away.
Genji finds it really amusing when you come back to the two separate sitting in front of you, mocking your lack of talent.
He has a really good poker face. If you ask him what he did with the training chopsticks, he’ll just raise an eyebrow and form that classic smirk.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, they’re right in front of you.”
Genji will notice your struggling trying to use them and slide out of his chair to help you out. He’ll sit next to you and demonstrate how to pick up food, of course taking one piece of your sushi.
If you’re still having a hard time, he’ll take your hand in his and position your fingers in the exact way he uses chopsticks.
You won’t get it right away, but he’ll be sure to take you out to sushi/ramen/udon enough to get in a lot of practice!
How I use Flashcards (and Spatial Repetition) for revision
Hey peeps! Today, I’m sharing my way of using flashcards. I’m by no means an expert, but maybe this can help some of you who are interested in them but struggle to understand them. (I found it hard to grasp at first too!)
The reason I use flashcards is mostly the fact that they lend themselves very well to spatial repetition. In short, this is a technique that consists of reviewing material several times over increasing intervals. This technique can be really helpful, as it helps you remember material in the long-run. Especially when you have large amounts of materials, this technique can be a very productive way to revise. So how does it work?!
First of all, making the actual flashcards :
So, first, you need cards, obviously. You can cut these out of some printer paper or get them at some stationary stores like I did. They’re pretty cheap, and totally worth it since it saves a lot of time.
Now, it’s time to put some questions and answers on your flashcards! This is quite straight-forward. My only tips: only put one question per flashcard, as it’s quite often hard to remember more than one answer at a time. Also be sure that you can use the cards both ways, question-answer ánd answer-question. (Don’t feel constrained to just use text, you can also draw things like graphs, which is especially good for subjects like biology or economics)
Spacial repetition :
So the most important thing to understand when it comes to spacial repetition the concept of boxes. Boxes are the way you’re going to organise your flashcards according to their relative priority. The boxes tell you how often you are revising the flashcards in them, for example :
Box 1: every day
Box 2: Every other day
Box 3: Once a week
Box 4: Once every two weeks
(This is how I personally do it, it isn’t a rule. You can customise this in any way that fits your needs, for example, make box 3 two times a week etc)
Every flashcard you make starts in box 1. When reviewing the boxes, you move the flashcards you get right to the next box. However, if you get a question wrong, no matter in what box it was, it moves back to box 1. This way, the material you’re not yet confident with will be repeated. That way, all the material will be secure in your long-term memory and you won’t forget it again. (hopefully!)
Some practical things:
I would suggest getting something to hold your boxes together, like a rubber band or a paper clip. Something to put all your flashcards in, like a plastic bag, is always handy. This makes your flashcards easier to take with you wherever you go! The last thing; put some blank cards in this bag so you’re always able to make new flashcards.
Hope this helped somewhat! If you have any questions at all, please just messaged me! As I said, I’m not an expert, but I have been using this technique for quite a long time.
Scientists have theorized that bisexuals used to be small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. In fact, there are many documentations of bisexuals riding rubber ducks or paper airplanes into battle.
hello again! the new school year for us starts on the 1st of february, so i decided i’d show you all what i’ll be taking with me every day. last year i carried two pencil cases around so i had my mildliners and every colour of muji pen with me in every class, but i never needed them so i’ve decided just to bring the essentials this year.
picture one • two 2B grey leads and four pilot frixion highlighters in pink, yellow, purple, and blue from officeworks • two black, one blue, and one red gel ink pens from muji
picture two • page tabs that match my pilot frixion markers from the newsagency down the road • two sets of sticky notes from officeworks • rubber bands and paper clips from officeworks
picture three • a 30cm ruler, scissors, glue stick, whiteboard marker, and sharpie from officeworks • a TI-nspire CAS calculator bought through my school • a pen from a five pack from kikki k
picture four • clear sticky tape from kmart • a sharpener, 16gb usb stick, stapler and spare staples, and whiteout tape from officeworks
No one saw her coming. No one saw her leave. All we heard was “¡Apagando las luces!”
Soldier 76 tripped over his own feet. Reinhardt forgot how to swing his hammer. Junkrat’s rip-tire, which runs on petrol, rubber bands, and paper clips, slowed to a stop and fell over. McCree combat rolled into a previously unnoticed group of trash cans and did not get up. Mercy, grateful for the reprieve, simply lay down and fell asleep.
I, a robot, alone remained floating above the devastation.
The further I get into my senior year, I realize I need to start thinking about what I need to move out next fall, and instead of keeping my packing list to myself, I decided I’d post it here for any other curious college bound seniors :)
*This is mostly what I think I’ll need, you may not need/want/be allowed to bring everything on this list and you may need more so use it as a reference*
Dry erase board
Cushion to desk chair
Jewelry/Makeup/Hair accessory storage/organizers
Curtain rod (if needed)
Foam mattress topper
Decorative lights (like Christmas lights)
Full length mirror
Photos and picture frames
A low maintenance plant
2 sets of bed sheets
Bobby pins/hair pins
Nail polish remover
4 bath towels
Feminine hygiene products
Broom or short-handled brush with dustpan
Clorox disinfecting wipes
Dish washing soap
All purpose cleaning spray
Window cleaner (the wipes are great!)
Storage for Bowls/plates etc.
Eating utensils and dishes
Water filter pitcher
Travel coffee mug
Plastic wrap or foil
Storage for folders/papers
Dry erase markers
College-rule line paper
Colored markers/pens/colored pencils
Stationary (for sending letters and thank you cards)