In light of me graduating tomorrow, I’ve decided to make a bit of a guide for those younger students who have not yet experienced college. Keep in mind, I am American and attended an American university while living on campus.
hand wash your intimates (panties and bras). they’ll last longer.
don’t get wrapped up in sticking to an aesthetic. just wear what’s clean
hang the next day’s outfit on your closet door
have one outfit for every occasion
invest in plain solid colored tops, a business formal and business casual outfit, and comfortable shoes
fold a plain t-shirt, roll it up tiny and stick it in a bag. keep this in your everyday bag if possible in the event a guy named Eric spills coffee on you in Bio
use scarves, plaid shirts, belts, ties, etc to spice up your wardrobe. but also, its fine to wear the sweatpants and hoodie to every class
don’t get attached to just one singular spot. explore like you’re in a video game looking for hidden items.
sometimes you end up working in the library for their full operating hours. keep a travel bag with toothbrush/toothpaste/floss, mini bottle of face wash, pads/tampons, pain reliever, hair ties, and chapstick. just in case you stay until 2am at closing and you have an 8am and you know you won’t get much sleep.
have cash on you, have money on your student card, have your ID with you at all times and USE EVERY RESOURCE they offer.
minimize how much you bring. my library had desktop computers but also you can borrow macs and ipads for a period of time. also, they have chargers you can borrow.
photocopy, print, scan, etc is your friend. borrow a textbook from a friend for a day and have your own copy in minutes at the library.
follow the rules of the land. don’t be that guy/girl/person.
plan your meals
budget your meal plan so you don’t end up starving during finals week
KNOW EVERY SINGLE DEAL/SALE/SPECIAL OFFERED AT FAST FOOD JOINTS
eat with others, especially when you’re struggling to get food
if it isn’t essential, don’t buy it
never shop hungry
make lists before you grocery shop. shop more on the outer rings of the stores where the fresh, healthy food is
cook like you’re trying to survive a harsh winter. leftovers that last. carbs and protein heavy.
have family send you care packages with essentials you can’t get where you are.
GET THE RECIPES FOR YOUR FAVORITE HOMECOOKED MEALS
unless you invented mornings or are the god Apollo, please refrain from taking 8AM classes
never make big gaps in between your classes in one day. schedules should maximize efficiency. have enough time to eat and pee between classes and nothing more.
office hours. go to them. no matter what your status in the class is. you want those letter of recommendations, don’t you?
sit in the front
do the readings, write down questions you have, take good notes, make sure all your questions are answered before class is over
make friends with your classmates. emailing the whole class to get notes you missed is a huge nono
make money by being someone’s note-taker
go to tutoring sessions
make besties with your TA
never work on outside assignments in class
start the day you get an assignment even if it’s due next month
the minute you start a new unit, prepare for that inevitable test
you should spend hours studying for each subject. daily. for the best results
online homework is hard to remember. make phone alerts
download apps that won’t let you procrastinate on your computer when you need to study. i use writer’s block.
study before you go to bed, then pause and continue once you wake up
record yourself while you practice
don’t stare at one person the whole time you’re speaking. pick three in different locations around the room
if you need to pause and look at your notes, do it naturally and comfortably. even announce that you’re taking a second to check your notes
take frequent short pauses to avoid saying uhhh and ummm while you’re trying to remember something
ask that your audience save questions for the end
perform your script to a friend first. have them act as your audience, teacher, and the bad scenarios that can happen when you prepare but everything goes to shit
I really hope that all this shit talking Ryder’s crew mates did about Reyes Vidal romance and how he can’t be trusted wasn’t some messed up foreshadowing because if Sudden But Inevitable Betrayal™
happens I’m gonna lose my shit
People who don’t watch Drag Race couldn’t possibly understand the utter turmoil our fan base is in right now. Riots from West Hollywood to the East Coast and everywhere in between. This is some Grade A bullshit.
YOU TELLIN’ US A VICTIMIZING BITCH WHO’S BEEN IN THE BOTTOM FOUR FUCKING TIMES AND A WHINING HEIFFAH WHO CAN’T OWN UP TO HER OWN MISTAKES ARE STILL IN THE COMPETITION WHILE SOLID TOP 3 MATERIAL HAS TO SASHAY AWAY BECAUSE OF ONE LACKLUSTER NIGHT AFTER AN ENTIRE SEASON OF NOTHING BUT BEAUTY, GRACE, AND CONSISTENCY?
Hey my loves, so.. my first ever recolor was this amazing bathing suit by @strange-girl-simsand well, it came out okay, but it was literally the first thing I ever did - so I revisited it and kept some of my favorite patterns and added some new ones. So anyway there are two files: one has 15 ombres and the other has 24 patters. 12 pattern tops with solid bottoms and 12 pattern bottoms with solid tops. I plan to do this suit in solids as well as in anchors (because I can and I love anchors stop judging me!!) I am probably also going to do some in all patterns. I don’t know I am obsessed with this bathing suit.. or recoloring bathing suits in general but I am….
Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s
implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky
is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events
Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool
party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t
have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you
out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset.
That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.
A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS
this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of
trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for
a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^
“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no
“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!”
you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his
new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out
of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of
swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for
You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to
find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were
the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so
much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years
since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s
been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping
excursion reminded you of why you
quit in the first place.
It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend,
the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was
something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions,
training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed
to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He
was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at
the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a
Y/N collapsed onto her bed in the luxurious apartment she
was currently hiding in with the rest of the Maniax, rubbing her tired eyes
with the insides of her palms, th H/C began wishing she hadn’t downed crappy
coffee an hour earlier. Now she lay in her room, quietly enjoying the after
effects of killing seven people earlier in the day. Raking her fingers through
his tangled hair, she fanned it around her face like a halo, keeping it out of her
face and, slowly, her heavy lidded eyes fell shut to the tones of chainsaws on
“Hey, hey, Y/N wake up.” The H/C groaned, turning away from
the intrusive voice which had interrupted her slumber, the girl’s eyes lazily
rolled open, glazed over with the remnants of a beautifully violent dream. Without
turning to face him, Y/N knew who’s voice it was,
“What, Jerome? Couldn’t you tell that I was sleeping?” she
grumbled, her voice muffled by her cotton pillow. The ginger wasn’t listening
however, jumping on his knees and bouncing energetically over to where his
friend was trying to sleep,
“But I’ve got good news!” he whined, lying next to Y/N,
cuddling as close as possible without risking bodily harm to himself.
“What good news?” she caved in, turning to face the ginger,
her eyes widening slightly and a faint blush adorning her face as she realised
how close he was to her, if she just tilted her head slightly, her lips could
“I’m the boss, its official!” he exclaimed, almost defining
Y/N with the shrieking laugh which followed, which was almost immediately
followed by a low, sexy growl, “Now you have to do what I say, gorgeous.”
Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes at the insinuation and propped
her body up by her elbows, “You’re not the boss, you’re just bossy. There’s a
difference.” Jerome’s face went blank, an evil smirk spreading across his face,
“Ask Galavan, it’s legit. I’m afraid you were too busy sleeping and missed the try-outs.” He rumbled,
and Y/N once again found herself impressed by the theatrics of his voice. She shrugged,
snuggling further into her blankets,
“You can be their boss, but no one bosses me around” she retorted, content to argue this issue
until she got her own way. It was Jeromes turn to shrug,
“The only way you’re in power here is if you marry into it, doll
face.” He joked, winking exaggeratedly in her direction. Y/Ns eyes narrowed
and, suddenly, she was straddling Jerome’s waist, her fingertips triumphing in
the sensation of his blood pulsating under his smooth, porcelain skin. She grinned
wickedly, leaning her head to nuzzle the crook of his shoulder, she felt his red hair
tickling her cheek and his breath coming out in rapid, minty spurts,
“You know J,” she whispered, revelling in the shivers that coursed
through his body, “you should think twice before making widowhood my only path
to power.” Jerome nodded slightly, his cheek brushing against her ear,
“Naughty girl,” he chuckled darkly, “but, I can see your
point.” His strong arms wrapped around Y/Ns waist as he rolled over,
surrounding her with his body, and quirking a cocky smile,
“Partners, doll face?” Y/N nodded, “Great! But beforehand, I’ll
need to know your criminal history, whatcha say, huh?” the H/C beamed up at her
ginger friend, highly inappropriate thoughts circling her mind as she focused
on his grinning lips and heavy, solid body on top of her frame.
“W-what do you want to know, J? I already know your entire
bloody life story.” She murmured, attempting a cocky smirk, Jerome smile grew
so wide it could split his face in two, his weight shifted slightly as he
rubbed his chin with his hand in mock concentration, an excuse for resting
almost all of his weight on his friend.
And God, was he beginning to hate the word ‘friend’.
“What did ya get arrested for, darlin’? Murder? Arson? What was
your life like? What are your philosophies? I want to know everything about you.” he questioned, lowering his lips dangerously
close to her neck, smiling in how sweet the revenge for her prior teasing felt.
Y/N scoffed in amusement at his naivety,
“Nobody’s ever been arrested murder, J; just for getting
caught.” The ginger cocked his eyebrow in intrigue,
“Who was it?” he asked, eyes wide in anticipation as the
stunning beauty underneath him began her monologue, having never truly
confessed her supposed sins to anyone before. She took a deep breath, her chest
brushing tantalisingly against Jerome’s as she began to recount her story, and
the gingers fascination and affection
for her growing with every perfect word which left her flawless lips. It was as
if she was speaking his mind and soul, it was as if she was his other half, his
missing piece, his partner in crime.
“Murder, like talent, seems to run in my family. My father
loved my mother a lot, and she loved him. And, as my dad always said, ‘if you
have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the
time of her husband’s murder.’ I always thought he was joking, turns out it was
true. My mother was his alibi, as it happens.
Anyway, none of that matters anymore, they both died in a
car crash when I was thirteen, at least they went together, you know? I know it
sounds crazy-probably because I am-but I’ve always believed there are only two
truths, love, and murder. My parents had those both down to a tee.
I got sent to the nut house for murdering the school bitch
gang, all seven of them. I loved it, the
only thing I regret is that I didn’t get away with it; I should have made it
quick and clean. Revenge clouded my senses though, I butchered them beyond
recognition, but I took too long, I had no alibi, I had no one to turn to when I
tried to hide the bodies. They begged and begged, they said I had no right to
take their lives, but you know what I said, J? I said, ‘nobody owns life, but
anyone who can pick up a baseball bat owns dea-’”
Suddenly, Y/Ns words were silenced when a pair of surprisingly
soft, plush lips crashed onto her own, muffling her speech and desperately
trying to convey the wave of emotions he wanted articulate towards the perfect
woman who was kissing him back with the same brutality.
I was thinking of having some smut in the next chapter, if anyone could give me their opinions that’d be great :)