so close to finishing yet so far away

The Evolution of a Common App Essay: Tips and Excerpts

Do’s and Don’ts:

  • Do choose a topic that you feel strongly about even if people say it’s cliche. A “unique” essay isn’t effective if it comes across as outlandish, unfocused, or worse—contrived; it’s the way you approach a subject that matters, not the subject itself. 
  • Do aim for sincerity over memorability. 
  • Don’t address risky (sensitive) subjects like mental illness or drug use. There’s a fine line between vulnerability and TMI; what strikes a chord with one reader might offend another. Think about how you can communicate similar ideas using different anecdotes. See below.

The Evolution of an Essay

I went through seven drafts from start to finish; this is a shortened (and slightly exaggerated) version of my thought process.  

What’s the most integral part of your identity? 



My struggle with it has probably shaped me more than anything. 

Okay, too risky. What’s an event you keep revisiting in your mind?

That time when I got caught in a riptide.

Why is it significant? Jot down a few key words/ideas.

Helplessness. Fear. Saving myself. Writing. This became:

Surrounded by yet estranged from humanity, so close to shore yet so far away, I began to despair. The sharp pulse of my fear ebbed into resignation; my kicking and flailing slowed. But almost as soon as I stopped struggling, it dawned on me: all I had to do was tread. From this experience arose my poem “Fujian.” This piece is a memorial of the boundless joy I had felt upon reaching land, an elegy for the arrogant girl who had thought that she was greater than the sea. But it is also a lesson for days to come. Don’t waste energy fighting life’s many storms. Weather them out.

I went through several drafts and changed the topic several times, but noticed a recurring focus on the third idea—overcoming a seemingly insurmountable obstacle by ceasing to struggle. In my first draft, I was only able to swim back to shore after I stopped resisting the tide; in my final draft, I was only able to speak up after setting aside my fear of ridicule:

I think about how I’ve exchanged no more than a few words with my grandfather during the entire trip, fearing that he would rue the foreign lilt of my Mandarin. But silence is too high a price to pay. My aloofness has shielded me not from hurt but from connection; it is the weakest defense, mere child’s armor in a grown-up world. And so I clear my throat, my Mandarin an old tune whose lyrics I am only just recalling, and begin to speak.

little miss sweet dreams

[archie andrews x reader] [hints of jason blossom x reader]

author’s note: when the inspiration hits you, it feels like a freight train. but in a fit of irony, it’s not painful. it’s actually quite fulfilling. hope you like this!

word count: 12,061 (yes. i know.)

here’s the song i used for inspo. it’s my favorite song in general atm: x

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toastercreator  asked:

Wait so you animate (almost) everyday,but can't you just take a small break for your family?

I animate evertday, I’d have to be very sick or something would have to happen that would pull me away from my tablet.

Specially when I’m so close to be finished… and yet so far because it’s super time consumig.

As of now my progress is about, a second of animation equals an hour of work. So it’s hard to stay determined with that speed

Of All The Phenomenon’s In The World.

Ragnarssons x Modern!Reader.

I blame FOB for my title length.

This is basically Vikings meets modern times with a little bit of the avengers thrown in. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life and I can’t even apologize for it.

I blame @cryogenik @kirah34 @dani-si​ for this. It’ll get to the fun stuff soon. don’t worry. I plan on there being lots of exploration if yOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

mostly @cryogenik​. mostly.

warnings: cursing. i think that’s it.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m afraid I can’t do that for you.” Flew between your lips for probably the thousandth time in a single hour, the dark circles under your eyes more prominent than when you forced yourself out of bed this morning.

Gladly enough, as your eyes rolled furthering into the back of your skull with each passing moment, you didn’t have a face to match the ungodly voice grinding through the phone, “Well, find me someone who can.”

Whoever was listening up above give you patience, because if you had strength, you might actually burn the entire building to the ground. Curling your hand into a fist, you slowly motioned punching the sleek black receiver on your desk as a punctuation to each word. “Again, he is in a meeting at the moment, and cannot come to the phone. I am not allowed to give out anymore information than that.”

There was a moment of silence, one that seemed blissful and sweet, but did not last long enough. “So, I can call back later then and he’ll be available?”

Your hands met in front of your face, palms together in a praying motion, and you almost hissed: “Yes.”

“Okay then, I’ll just call back later, I guess,” She sneered, and you silently gagged. “It would of been nice had you suggested it earlier instead of wasting my time, you know.”

The dial tone followed and for a moment you simply sat, legs spread improperly wide, forearms supporting yourself against the cold desk, and eyes unfocused on your CEO’s door. Several muted gestures flew from your hands at the phone, ripping your bluetooth off and chucking it in the trash can, and you began a slow breathing method.

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Let Me Save You ~Winchester Brothers~

Summary: About Sam’s death the first time around (End of Season 2). The Winchester’s sister decided to make the deal with the crossroad demon before Dean can. 

Warnings: None really.

Pairings: Sister!reader x Dean and Sam

You stared in horror at your eldest brother. The Dean you grew up with would’ve never laid a finger on you purposely. The shattered glass beneath your boots crunched as you flinched slightly. You knew he never meant to hit you, with the beer bottle, but it did. 

You winced in pain picking at the broken bits of glass in your upper arm. Your eyes flashed upwards. Bobby was staring in just as much bewilderment as you were. He had defensively stepped in front of you, shoving Dean back. 

Horror filled in Dean’s eyes just as much as did in yours, tears immediately filled his eyes and your heart broke. 

“I’m sorry” he whispered, standing back. Bobby turned slightly to check if you were okay and when you gave a brisk nod, Dean broke the silence again. 

“Bobby please just go.” he whispered and Bobby turned staring at Dean in confusion and worry, the closest person he has to a son. You swallowed heavily. Bobby was too good for you Winchesters and you knew that. 

“Call me if you need anything kids.” he declared, stalking out of the room, giving your shoulder a brief squeeze before leaving the room. 

“Thank you Bobby” you said as you heard the door clattered shut. Dean stepped towards you and out of instinct you took a step back. He was staring at you with tears in his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry Y/N” he whispered again. You shook your head, angry that he thought he was the only one hurting. 

“No, you listen to me!” you exclaimed as you stepped dangerously close to him. His eyes fixated on you. 

“I’ll be your punching bag. God knows I’ve been just that for the past 18 years of my life. Whenever your pissed, angry, upset or sad about something I cop the bad moods, and I have to deal with you thinking your the only one suffering because Sam and I are such a damn burden!” you blurted as his eyes filled with hurt. 

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Colors (part 13) [Min Yoongi X  Reader]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Genre: Gang - Mafia AU (M)

Word count: 10.5K

A/n: Bear with me here amigos! this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written of colors. I hope you all will like it^^

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13  / Part 14 / Part 15  / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20

He likes his coffee dark but his favorite color is white. When he was younger he wanted to be a firefighter, he said he wanted to save lives. He was 13 the first time he had shot a man dead. But he wasn’t remorseful since the person tried to shoot him first.  He loved the rain but hated getting wet in it; his first pet was a white tomcat, his mother used to work at a small restaurant from 1 to 9 so his grandmother took care of him till he was 5. His father took him away from his mother when he was 11.

All that and more you learned about Min Yoongi in this 4x4 shoebox, on a squeaky old bed where you two lied next to each other.  His one hand was under your head, acting as pillow, and the other one was wrapped around your waist. 

Under the neon red light of the motel board, blinking from outside- passing in through the curtained window, Min Yoongi’s sleeping figure looked serene enough to make you forget that there was a raging storm outside your door trying to break in.  It made you forget the painful sting in your heart and the guilt that would rise up in throat like bile time again. You were too washed up in the soft tide of his breathing, feeling the way his chest would rise up and go down underneath you, and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat was music or some kind of lullaby playing in your ear.

It was surreal enough to be a dream, a dream where everything was alright. A dream where the blood on Min Yoongi wasn’t visible and the bruises on your body had long faded as if they were never even there in the first place. It was dream where you never knew the name ‘Kim Namjoon’. But for some reason, you never wanted to forget Min Yoongi.  

It was a dream where you didn’t have to pretend to love him and it just came to you easily, effortlessly.

You pushed yourself up a little to place a light kiss between his brows, moved his hair away from his forehead to have one last good look at his blissful face- uncertain of whether you would ever see him like this ever again? Maybe it will be tomorrow? Maybe never again.  You buried your face in the crook of his neck and closed your eye, inhaling the homely scent that you’re so used to by now. You felt his arm around your waist pulling you closer as he breathed into you.  You fell asleep with a smile on your face that night.

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Preview of my WIP piece for the @supernaturalartbook. So close and yet so far away from finishing this beast. Kicking myself for drawing this many characters.

This fan run Artbook will go on sale in the next couple of weeks with limited hardcopies and all proceeds being donated to 5 of the SPN cast’s chosen charities. This is gonna be 200+ pages of stunning art and I’m thrilled to be part of it.

If you’re interested in a copy, be sure to follow @supernaturalartbook so you don’t miss the launch on Indiegogo!

Davey in Eb Minor

Davey Jacobs had lived in New York for a long time.

It was an ideal place for a writer, full of noisy, loud areas and just as many quiet places, tucked into narrow streets with big windows.

There was always something going on, always something to write an article for, always something to add to one of his books, even his day job was full of inspiration, people who came to the library with lives lived and stories to tell.

After almost ten years of living in the City of Dreams, he’d thought he’d seen it all. Naked people painted bright colors, people fighting loudly, strange costumes, every culture he could imagine, artists capturing the city on the page. People walking dogs as big as he was tall, people walking dogs smaller than his shoe, people walking kids on leashes, once a person walking a rat, several times people walking cats.

And yet, he’d never seen anyone quite like the artist that had captured his attention today.

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i said i was going to watch all bangtan’s mvs in a chronological order but i couldn’t help but go back to ‘young forever’ when i finished my little marathon.. i’m quite a pessimistic person or so i was told. i don’t usually believe in people’s promises of forever, be it love or friendship. bangtan’s special to me in a sense that despite my skeptical and sometimes cold nature they make me really want to be with them forever. i never expected to feel so much love and adoration for anyone. they feel so close yet so far away. they make me smile as much as they make me cry. they inspire me, their music gives me strength. it’s so cheesy but i really want to stay by their side forever. they’ve become a very important part of my youth, it will be forever associated with their music and i’m thankful

Spencer Reid Imagine #37

Spencer Reid #37

#37 “Can we cuddle?”

(D/h)= dominant hand

There was no doubt the Spencer Reid was awkward, everyone could agree with that, but it wasn’t until they met her that anyone had ever seen him stutter or speechless. She seemed to change him in so many ways, and it was obvious to the whole team that he was falling hard. There were times when they just caught his staring at her with a look of complete admiration and adoration in his eyes. They just seemed to compliment each other perfectly. He could ramble on, stutter, mess up on his words or embarrass himself completely and she would just laugh softly with a kind of fondness in her eyes. He wasn’t used to her physical affection quite yet. It was so random, but comforting and sometimes he had trouble reciprocating and that’s what bothered him. He had never really been in a relationship unless you count Maeve, but he had never had the chance to be physically affectionate with her and Y/n, well she had experience. To him it seemed like she did, the way it was so casual for her and she didn’t have to hesitate before she acted. She could communicate with everyone so effortlessly and it wasn’t awkward. Her actions spoke volumes and she seemed so comfortable expressing herself. It took Spencer a while to realize exactly what he was feeling, he was feeling insecure. She made him feel things he had never felt before, things even stronger than Maeve and it terrified him. He knew he wasn’t as bad as he used to be, he definitely wasn’t like he used to be years ago when he joined the BAU, he had come a long way, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified. He wasn’t like Morgan who was smooth and charming, able to flirt at any moment. He didn’t think he was that good. He feared screwing up. There would be times when he would ramble on about a theory or spew facts, only to stop and blush out of worry that she didn’t like it. Sometimes he had to be reminded by Morgan, or Y/n herself that she was with him for him and those babbling moments were a part of him.                                                                                                      
It wasn’t unusual for them to have to share a room while on a case, it had happened before and sometimes Morgan had shared with them. This time was different, there was two beds to share among the three of them. It had been a long day and the three of them were sent back to rest for the night, only to see the three beds. While, Y/n and Spencer had been dating for 8 months they hadn’t shared a bed before. It wasn’t just about the fear of rushing the relationship as it was about completely crossing the FBI unspoken rule. “Well I think its safe to say you two are sharing a bed. I’m going to hit the shower. Play safe.” Morgan was smirking as he winked heading into the bathroom. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh softly and shake her head despite the blush on her cheeks. There was no point in denying that she had thought of being with Spencer sexually. Spencer was standing there with heated cheeks looking at the door Morgan left through. Why did Morgan have to say that? He would never have the guts to act on such a suggestion. “It’s late so we might as well just get changed and go to sleep.” Y/n’s suggestion seemed to take Spencer by surprise. How could they get changed? They were in the same room right now. Morgan was in the bathroom, there was nowhere for the other person to go. “Here? Together?” His voice came out hesitant and confused. Y/n couldn’t help but smile slightly at his awkwardness. “Yes, if you’re comfortable with that Spence. We can just face opposite ways and get changed.” Spencer shifted his bag of his shoulder before nodding. They both turned around and started to change. Spencer didn’t have as much to change as he only took off his pants and shirt, only to pull on plaid pajama pants and a white shirt. He finished quickly only to realize there was a mirror in front of him. He could see Y/n slowly pulling down her jeans and kicking them to the side. He couldn’t help but gulp as he stared. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her long legs leading up to her black underwear and light blue t-shirt. Watching as her hands wrapped around herself holding onto the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it up slowly until it was over her head and on the floor. Spencer knew he should look away. He had so much respect for her, he  saw her as more then a sex object. He just couldn’t tear his eyes away, she was so beautiful to him. He watched as her hands reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and watching it fall to the floor. Y/n bent over stepping into the black pajama shorts before slowly pulling them up over her bum. Next he watched her pull grab a muscle shirt and pull it over her naked body. He couldn’t help but admire the way the fabric slid down her back.  These little actions were so intriguing. How she used her (d/h) to undo her bra and she took her time, yet was so confident. “You finished?” Y/n’s voice broke him out from his thoughts. “W-what?” “Are you finished getting ready?” “Uh. Yes.”                                         
Y/n and Spencer crawl into bed leaving space between them.  It was as though they didn’t want to over step the unspoken boundary. The silence was sickening as they laid there for what felt like forever, but what was only a few minutes. How could two people be so close but so far away? Yet there was this pull, they both wanted to be closer, they both yearned for each other. Spencer who had never wanted ached much for physical contact in his life just wanted to hold her. The boy who used to be so disturbed by human contact and the idea of germs being passed on through it just wanted to be held and wanted to hold. He wanted to be close to her. He wanted to be close to her and hold her in a way he had’t anyone else. “Y/n.” His voice was soft and gentle, but hesitant. “Spence?” “Ca- Can Can we” he stops and licks his lips as he takes a deep breath. “Can we cuddle?” A smile immediate broke out on Y/n’s face and she didn’t bother to respond before she snuggled into him with a sigh of relief. Something about Spencer Reid felt so sturdy to her, so safe and comfortable and she felt like she could lie there with him forever. She felt content, but he also gave her butterflies and sometimes she felt like a teenager again when she was with him. It was the most riveting feeling in the world. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest and it was a comforting feeling knowing that it was because of her, that it was the effect of having her close to him.  She made him feel different. She made him feel giddy and like a teenager, she accepted him and made him feel loved. Maybe that’s why it was so easy to drift off, despite the nightmares he had been having for months and it was so peaceful. With her he felt at peace. The nightmare couldn’t claim him when she was wrapped up in his arms. They seemed to drift off at the same time to the sound of each others heartbeat and steady breathing.

The bathroom door opened,  "Do either of you want to-“ Morgan cut himself off as he saw the two bodies entwined in the bed. He couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle. "I hope those two wrapped up.”

Love, Actually [Part 6]

Hotel Room

Originally posted by bmthishfablml

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Pairing: Thomas Brodie Sangster x Reader

A/N: Here it is! This part was fun to write because it is very close to my heart. I smiled as I wrote this and I hope that it can make you smile too! I hope you like !! <3

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anonymous asked:

I never do this but HOLY SHIT give me more vixen neil IF U WANT OFC

i wasn’t going to post any more here before i finished the whole thing but. i don’t know when i’m gonna finish it so here’s a little more:

(the tag)

If Neil had ever considered it, he wouldn’t have imagined his first time back on an Exy court to be walking into one repurposed for a formal dinner.  It does nothing to lessen the intensity of his feelings, though.  Not that he can really understand what these feelings are.

It’s yearning, maybe.  That he’s so close and yet so far away from something he loves, a Vixen and not a Fox, and while he wouldn’t change it, standing in the midst of the team makes him think, just for a moment, that things are different.

That illusion gets broken in the instant Dan finds their assigned seats for the evening, orange against a sea of black, and says, “Motherfucker.”  The Foxes close in around Kevin, leaving Neil and Katelyn on the outskirts as satellites attached by the delicate gravity of their dates.  Neil wonders for a moment if they might collectively baulk, but Dan’s the first to raise her head and walk towards the Ravens.

“Oh,” Andrew says.  “Maybe this will be interesting after all.  Come on, Kevin.”

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anonymous asked:

can i have a wonho scenario when he's busy doing something and you keep bothering him because u want his attention, such as doing weird things, making weird sounds, or poking him a lot? thank you <3 i want it to be fluff ^^

i will try my best to make this ULTRA fluffy ^.^ <3

Title: Pay Attention to Me!

Pairing: Wonho (Monsta X) x Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,310

Summary: You haven’t seen Wonho in about a week because he’s been so busy. But when you finally get together, he still has work to do. But, since you’re feeling needy, you bother him and eventually he gives in.

Originally posted by kihyonie

You let out a grumble and kick your legs on the bed. Wonho keeps his back to you, which just makes the frown on your face deepen. You knew he was busy, but you were feeling needy and just wanted him to pay attention to you. It’d been a little over a week since you had seen him last, and even though he was extremely busy right now, he had said that he missed you and wanted to see you. 

You had been so excited that you were finally going to see him again. All you wanted to do was wrap yourself around him like a koala and pepper his face with all the kisses you had saved up for him that week. And yet here you were. Laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling as he sat as his desk and worked away. It wasn’t exactly what you had had in mind for the day. 

Tapping your fingers along his bedspread, you start to push your lips together, making them vibrate as you make a weird sound as if they were a ship’s propeller. You let out a giggle as you change the octave of your voice, making yourself sound really weird. At least you were entertaining yourself, even if Wonho wasn’t interested. 

“Do-do-do-do-do-da-do-la-la-la,” you start to sing, tilting your head from side to side to go another with the beat. 

“Y/N,” Wonho whines, suddenly acknowledging your presence as he leans his head back, slumping down in his chair and running his hands through his hair. He ruffles it aggressively, leaving it going in a million different directions. “You’re distracting me.” 

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How are we going to manage to do this in 18 days?!?

Signal boost guys, we need a strategy!!!

A troyler kiss is one thing, but raising HALF A MILLION DOLLARS in less than 2 months would be soooooooo freaking awesome for us to accomplish. So go hard, donate, and spread the word as much as you can for these last 18 days!! Let’s finish this campaign just as strong as we started!

Once In Your Life

6x06 reaction fic

Klaine, 1450 words, A03.

Kitty watches Blaine and the guys rehearse and learns something interesting.


Kitty held back as Jane and Madison sat down in the first row of the auditorium, and then took a seat in the row behind them, close enough to keep an eye on them but far enough that their sugary sweetness wouldn’t overwhelm her. Mercedes had instructed them to watch while the guys rehearsed a song that was apparently the theme from an old movie. It was romantic and kind of pretty, if you liked that kind of thing.

At least Mercedes had let someone else take the lead on this one. Kitty was annoyed at how she had just shown up and taken over. Rachel and Kurt were clearly doing just fine on their own, especially with Kitty’s help. They had won the invitational, after all. And now Mercedes was here encouraging Rachel to abandon them, just as Kitty had known she would.

Blaine was sitting at the piano, patiently running through the song until everyone knew their entrances. Sam and Artie weren’t paying much attention, but Spencer seemed rapt enough. Kurt just looked like he was torn between jumping Blaine’s bones and exploding with nervous tension.

It only got worse when Blaine ran through Roderick’s lines, Kurt gazing at Blaine like he was the answer to all his dreams. That Blainers did have a way with love songs.

“I don’t get it. Why is Mr. Anderson here?” Jane asked, turning in her seat to look at Kitty.

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mindatworkk  asked:

39, Kataang! :D

long distance au

In the quiet hours of early morning, warm summer air rustled her chocolate hair under the crescent moon’s sky providing just enough light so she wasn’t blind.  Not too long ago, she had finished setting up blankets and pillows to enjoy the starry sky above. Now she waited on a hill not far from her house yet away from bright city lights for his call.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath of the summer air and felt comforted by the familiar notes of grass and sunshine.  It made her heart swell with love, but also ached with longing. It had been so long since she last saw him.  

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, disrupting the quietness of the night. ”Hey there,” she answered.

Over the line, she heard him sigh contently, “Hi.”

Katara giggled, “So, when is it supposed to start?”

Aang was silent for a few moments, but through the phone, she could tell he was looking for something, “Ah! It should be starting any minute now!”

She laid back and got more comfortable and relished in the fact that she could feel his presence with her in this moment. Her heart was beating faster at the intimacy—the phone call connecting them to one another.

“Are you excited?”

She smiled, “Of course I’m excited.” The love in her chest was starting to swell too much, “Any date with you is exciting.”

His voice sounded thick with emotion, “I feel the same way.” With such longing, he whispered, “I love you.”

She nodded her head, “I love you too.” Closing her eyes, she could envision how he the way he smiled when he heard her reply. The corners of his lips just tugging ever so slightly.

Silence washed over them as they waited together over the phone.  The sound of hearing each other breathe, the fact that they were together in this moment, was enough for now.

She was starting to lull off to sleep from all happy warmth his love provided when he spoke up, “Katara, it’s starting!”

Opening her eyes, she gasped in awe.

Hundreds—if not thousands—of stars shot across the night sky, amazingly bright against the black horizon. It was almost impossible to tell where one star trail ended and another began.

“This is amazing,” she breathed.

“Yeah.” After a few moments, he asked, “Do you have any wishes?”

Without needing to think, she answered, “You’re my wish, Aang. You’ll always be my wish.”

His voice hitched over the phone, “You’re mine too, Sweetie. You’ll always be mine too.” She knew that if he could, he would have held her close to him and stroked her hair.

Under the same sky, they watched stars continue to fall until no more fell.